Saturday, October 10, 2009

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

L4D some more!

Alright...... Free for PC users, $7(I'm guessing USD) for 360 users.

Original article at

P.S. Something's broken with Blogger. Where's my toolbar for adding images and hyperlinks and such??????

Monday, August 10, 2009

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The 144th Psalm

Psalms 144
New International Version

Psalm 144

Of David.

1Praise be to the Lord my Rock,

who trains my hands for war,

my fingers for battle.

2He is my loving God and my fortress,

my stronghold and my deliverer,

my shield, in whom I take refuge,

who subdues peoplesa under me.

3O Lord, what is man that you care for him,

the son of man that you think of him?

4Man is like a breath;

his days are like a fleeting shadow.

5Part your heavens, O Lord, and come down;

touch the mountains, so that they smoke.

6Send forth lightning and scatter [the enemies];

shoot your arrows and rout them.

7Reach down your hand from on high;

deliver me and rescue me

from the mighty waters,

from the hands of foreigners

8whose mouths are full of lies,

whose right hands are deceitful.

9I will sing a new song to you, O God;

on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,

10to the One who gives victory to kings,

who delivers his servant David from the deadly sword.

11Deliver me and rescue me

from the hands of foreigners

whose mouths are full of lies,

whose right hands are deceitful.

12Then our sons in their youth

will be like well-nurtured plants,

and our daughters will be like pillars

carved to adorn a palace.

13Our barns will be filled

with every kind of provision.

Our sheep will increase by thousands,

by tens of thousands in our fields;

14our oxen will draw heavy loads.b

There will be no breaching of walls,

no going into captivity,

no cry of distress in our streets.

15Blessed are the people of whom this is true;

blessed are the people whose God is the Lord.

a 2 Many manuscripts of the Masoretic Text, Dead Sea Scrolls, Aquila, Jerome and Syriac; most manuscripts of the Masoretic Text subdues my people
b 14 Or our chieftains will be firmly established

Thursday, June 18, 2009


Jet Li bought a $20m bungalow in Bukit Timah??????

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Something happened at PC Show

Well, not AT the PC Show, but on the way to City Hall MRT......

Along Citylink Mall this afternoon, my pants got slit. Someone tried to steal my wallet. It was too crowded to trace who actually did it......

Attempted robbery FAIL. Reason: Wallet too big LOL

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Fighting the Taliban in PINK BOXERS

Specialist Zachary Boyd, routed from sleep by enemy fire on his post in eastern Afghanistan, "immediately grabbed his rifle and rushed into a defensive position clad in his helmet, body armor, and pink boxer shorts that said 'I Love New York'".


Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Koko ni Iru yo - Soba ni Iru ne

Ahh...finally found out the history of these two songs...

Koko ni Iru yo is the original, and Soba ni Iru ne is the response song, and both songs were sung by Thelma Aoyama and SoulJa.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Campers take note!

To camp in FPS is noob and boring.
To camp in RTS is lame and annoying.
To camp in fighting games disadvantages you.
To camp in racing games is pure stupidity.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Bizarre Suicide

At the 1994 annual awards dinner given by the American Association for Forensic Science, AAFS President Don Harper Mills astounded his audience in San Diego with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story.

"On 23 March 1994, the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound of the head. The decedent had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide (he left a note indicating his despondency). As he fell past the ninth floor, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the decedent was aware that a safety net had been erected at the eighth floor level to protect some window washers and that Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide anyway because of this."

"Ordinarily," Dr. Mills continued, "a person who sets out to commit suicide ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended. That Opus was shot on the way to certain death nine stories below probably would not have changed his mode of death from suicide to homicide. But the fact that his suicidal intent would not have been successful caused the medical examiner to feel that he had homicide on his hands.

"The room on the ninth floor whence the shotgun blast emanated was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing and he was threatening her with the shotgun. He was so upset that, when he pulled the trigger, he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window, striking Opus.

"When one intends to kill subject A but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. When confronted with this charge, the old man and his wife were both adamant that neither knew that the shotgun was loaded. The old man said it was his long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her - therefore, the killing of Opus appeared to be an accident. That is, the gun had been accidentally loaded.

"The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun approximately six weeks prior to the fatal incident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus."

There was an exquisite twist. "Further investigation revealed that the son had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23, only to be killed by a shotgun blast through a ninth story window.

"The medical examiner closed the case as a suicide."

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Saturday, April 4, 2009

$4.80 Chicken Chop

Deli & Grill at Tiong Bahru Market

Friday, April 3, 2009


My favourite picture at the moment:

Saturday, February 28, 2009

"What happened to all the nice guys?"

"What happened to all the nice guys?"

The answer is simple: you did.

See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were f**king treated you.

At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.

Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you weren't dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"

Well, once again, you did.

You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an bastard than he ever wanted to be.

Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.

So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:

1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.

I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you. If you were five years younger.

Note: I did not write this. The following was found on the internet. However, I find this to be powerful enough for me to keep this down in writing. Whoever the author may be... I wish him all the best in life.

The Americans are really something......

15 agencies in charge of food safety? Wow.


Monday, February 9, 2009

Almost there......

Internship complete! Now left with presentation, and the A3 poster thing which I forgot to do heh......

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Friday, January 9, 2009


Well, there is yet again an incident regarding TIB 700 X. On the morning of 07/01/2009, on the way to work, someone boarded the bus, tapped her card to the ez-link reader, and found out that her card had no money left in it. She then proceeded to ask the bus captain the price for a trip using coins, then she counted out her coins......and tried to find a hole i the ez-link reader for her to put her coins into. After about 10 seconds, the bus captain finally decided to do something, and pointed out the slot for payment by coins. Would have made a good YouTube video sia......