Tuesday, May 31
cheaters!just a random thought. how many of you out there who have played a computer game or any sort of game can absolutely resist using any cheat codes? or just using some "methods" to gain infinite health, da bomb weapons, more money etc.
i can't. hah.
answers on a postcard please. (on my tagboard rather.)
Monday, May 30
traveller's hymnthe solitary star shines in the sky tonight,
there was a reason to believe we almost got it right.
when the flame snuffs out we just might,
have gone on to see more rays of light.
why, the soulful pain,
encapsulated in those eyes.
at least he knew it was a gamble,
a more-than-nonchalant throw of the dice.
estrangled along the streets of life,
where bazaars and stalls abuzz.
a traveller, smiles in his heart with content,
pleased at the knowledge he had finally found his place;
yet voices from within tell him to leave,
one too many a strange face.
given a choice, manic proportions.
he knows not which voice to listen to.
every moment the hotel walls whisper,
and grafts his skull so tight.
oh, he finds himself locked in too.
the dark shimmers, glows.
the light flirts with the unknown,
with a naughtly occsasional flicker.
two elements conflict,
unable to establish a signal.
all they do is to go around each other,
interacting, but not intertwining;
refusing to discuss, avoiding all bicker.
the line between success and failure,
often dismissed as 'thin'.
the traveller realises its inexistence,
depleted reserves and hardly a grin.
tiresome. addictive.
let it peter out.
Sunday, May 29
make my daywhen someone says that you've made his/her day, it makes your day. quite right.
the feeling of spending money on a pack of 15 flat, useless pieces of cardboard is, quite simply, flattening to say the least.
oh yes debate chalet was, for some strange reason or another, quite nice. i wished i wasn't the only one awake though.
street carnival was good. though only got to see her for a while.
what a brilliant european grand prix. WHEE. how about race leader crashing on the last lap?
i need sleep.
Saturday, May 28
ramblingssomehow getting less interested to blog. i prefer blogging feelings, rather than events. and really i get hard-pressed to feel anything.
fine let's try anyway. dejected, deflated at times. yet happy and joyful at times. enjoying my time with my buddies and the time i get to myself. and you too. i really loved that little bit of time we had then but somehow i really don't know what's gonna happen. or where we are going. or what we are doing.
basically i don't really know what i feel. just see it all enmeshed into something indistinguishable.
ah so let's blog events. ian's bday party ytd was quite fun. with good food and good company and good stuff to do too. met corde on the way. kinda bumped into each other but then again not really.
debate chalet coming up. got this feeling it won't be so much fun. but ahh hope it'd be alright.
yes. i do hope i'd somehow find out how i'm feeling. and where we're going.
Thursday, May 26
clutter
anyone using IE notice a clutter around the text? paragraphs not spaced out nicely and the like. i do. everytime i use IE, whether in school or anywhere else, i just don't like what i see on my blog.
but at home when i use firefox or netscape it looks fine. screw IE.
oh bring on my ibook please. please. and yet more games of waiting.
not only is my blog in a clutter, albeit only on some computers, my life is in a clutter.
numb. oh maybe not exactly. would love to be totally numb though. what an all-too-familiar feeling, this time round with a new twist. i thought i would never had to feel like this anymore when you came around. guess that was just stupid thinking.
what's gonna happen from here on? am i free? do i even want to be free? i can still be there for you but are you there?
the sinking feeling sinks in. the pain, excruciating. endless games of waiting. countless rounds of guessing. i would love to say "just let me go".
but i think you know. i don't want to.
Wednesday, May 25
brain downloads possible by 2050?By the middle of the 21st century it will be possible to download your brain to a supercomputer, according to a leading thinker on the future.Ian Pearson, head of British Telecom's futurology unit, told the UK's Observer newspaper that the rapid advances in computing power would make cyber-immortality a reality within 50 years.
Pearson said the launch last week of Sony's PlayStation 3, a machine 35 times more powerful than the model it replaced, was a sign of things to come.
"The new PlayStation is one percent as powerful as the human brain," Pearson told the Observer. "It is into supercomputer status compared to 10 years ago. PlayStation 5 will probably be as powerful as the human brain."
Pearson said that brain-downloading technology would initially be the preserve of the rich, but would become more available over subsequent decades.
"If you're rich enough then by 2050 it's feasible. If you're poor you'll probably have to wait until 2075 or 2080 when it's routine," he said.
"We are very serious about it. That's how fast this technology is moving: 45 years is a hell of a long time in IT."
Pearson also predicted that it would be possible to build a fully conscious computer with superhuman levels of intelligence as early as 2020.
IBM's BlueGene computer can already perform 70.72 trillion calculations a second and Pearson said the next computing goal was to replicate consciousness.
"We're already looking at how you might structure a computer that could become conscious. Consciousness is just another sense, effectively, and that's what we're trying to design in computer."
Pearson said that computer consciousness would make feasible a whole new sphere of emotional machines, such as airplanes that are afraid of crashing.
By 2020 Pearson also predicted the creation of a "virtual world" of immersive computer-generated environments in which we will spend increasing amounts of time, socializing and doing business.
He said: "When technology gives you a life-size 3D image and the links to your nervous system allow you to shake hands, it's like being in the other person's office. It's impossible to believe that won't be the normal way of communicating."
But Pearson admitted that the consequences of advancing technologies needed to be considered carefully.
"You need a complete global debate," he said. "Whether we should be building machines as smart as people is a really big one."
from: CNN.com
Tuesday, May 24
questionsi will be your anchorwhen the dark unfoldsi'd try to love youthe best way i knowbut who would listen if i had a story to tell?
must we lose, in order to find?
whoever gave anyone the right to promise 'forever'?
is the thrill of the chase really so thrilling?
when would i be able to lie in the sun, smile, and be secure in the knowledge that i would never have to worry such matters again?
won't there be anyone who would be the answer to all my questions?
Monday, May 23
these are the daysso the football season has come to a close. and come to think of it i don't know what i'm gonna do during those lonely saturday nights. or sunday nights. i will miss buying chips and drinks. i will miss getting up at 3am on a weekday. and most of all i will miss having something to look forward to once or twice a week.
mid yrs are close by. yes the MID YRS are freaking close by. -ambivalent
past few days have been in a whirl. confusion. apprehension. the way that things have unfurled have led me to question myself. and the one thing that used to seem in most little doubt. i'm just no longer sure of anything anymore. i feel myself uncontrollably taking a step back. withdrawing. like a wounded kid who now knows the dangers he never used to see.
i am just afraid that i would never step forward again. deep down i know it is right. it's what my mind says.
my heart, well it doesn't exactly know what it's feeling now.
onto happier stuff, spent the whole of yesterday at suntec. magicmagicmagic. bought a few cards. and basically had a ball of a time improving my decks.
well, can't think of much more happy stuff. signing off.
Saturday, May 21
ahwhat a crazy day. stealth mission to get away from the circling guards around and out from school. arcade. lunch. pool. running around the CBD. window shopping. piano concert. supper at gardens.
magic tml. the whole of tml.
it has been some time since my days were filled with so much meaning. or even so filled at all.
Chronicles of the Sick and Tired Legions part 2
scouring the plains throw up visions of nothingness. he keeps searching. within himself he sees a promise in the cursed land, a kind of flickering light that represents some form of hope in the darkness. of course it may all be in vain.
gerhard, commander-in-chief. in command. given the option of packing himself and the troops off to somewhere else he says no. he will plough on where others have failed before. very much in love with his calling.
ah. that may be a tavern.
Tuesday, May 17
mactually not yet..
forgive the lame attempt at some kind of pun above. or not.
well my dad's comp did not crash. so somehow his friend revived it again. i am quite sure it's in the final stages of its life though.
waiting waiting. he says he'd still get me the ibook anyway. just not now. yippee.
attempting to study for econs. not quite a bad attempt so far.
giving you my heart to break. but hoping and trusting you not to.
Sunday, May 15
mac!
due to a strange twist of fate my once-improbable dream of having an ibook may soon become reality.
okay my dad's laptop crashed. and so my dad's quite EAGER to buy me an ibook so that he can have mine.
see the link? 'windows' and 'crashed'.
i just hope i won't come back with my tails between my legs and crawling back to windows because i can't get used to mac. i doubt that would happen but i'm a lil worried still.
Friday, May 13
Chronicles of the Sick and Tired Legion part I
as he roused from his hammock and surveyed the scenes, that of plague and pestilence, which couldn't have contrasted more sharply with the images of angels, healers and peace. he tried in vain to wish himself out of that place.
it seemed to be working. or so he thought. he figured that he had seen the light, only for those elusive rays to be cut short. and he was quite aware that all these had little to do with his mastery of the craft.
"what right do i have to dream?"
Thursday, May 12
addicted
ah damn. can't believe after 9 years of first playing magic and almost 2 years since i quit (for the 2nd time) i'm back. and really addicted.
oh yeah. screw school.
and i'm addict-i'm addicted to you. =D
Monday, May 9
to you:
the lyrist
the enchanted lyrist gathered her thoughts,
though little a word she could write.
never a time could she find a sentence,
that would end in a rhyme.
the lyrist, too used to woe and lachrymose,
mired in melancholy;
tasked with stringing a happy tune,
never a hint of glee.
she looked up upon the heavens upon,
for divine gifts she asked.
once too many times she had seen,
how people around are masked.
the skies were blue,
the plains were full, and the forests burst with life.
once more the lyrist made herself believe,
for once more, on empty she'll drive.
for a cause that she envisages,
for the song never sang.
for every dark rhyme that saw the light,
onto all hope she'll hang.
Sunday, May 8
Champions! (officially)
they say a picture paints a thousand words. i know my blog has been very football-centric these few days. pardon me. you can't really blame me can you.
makelele mobbed after he scores in d 91st minute. his first goal for SIX years and what a fairytale end to the year.
it's finally in our hands. the real thing.
drogba and cole lead the lap of honour.
cole gets into the swing of things. in his own inimitable style.
time of their lives. and surely (i hope) not the last of such scenes of joy.
john terry. captain fantastic. Chelsea through and through.
in The special one's programme notes he chose to list the names of all 102 players and backroom staff. "These are my champions," he said.
sing "we are the champions!"
pictures courtesy of BBC sport.
Wednesday, May 4
cheers
thinking back, i am quite pleased to be as gutted as i am by events against liverpool last night. it has indeed been a long long time since i have been so disappointed by Chelsea. there used to be a time when this sort of feeling pervaded every two to three weeks.
indeed Chelsea have given me lots of cause for joy this season. but shit happens. and also Chelsea had lost to a team which is finding extraordinary form in the champions league. in an ideal world i would love for Chelsea to sweep all before them but it really doesn't happen like that.
and when john terry lifts the premiership trophy with blue ribbons on it next week i am sure i'd be feeling much better. cheers.
Liverpool 1-0 Chelsea
liverpool 1-0 Chelsea. for starters i am absolutely sure the ball didn't cross the line. so the goal should not have counted.
yet we matched barcelona and bayern munich for skill but we could not match liverpool for desire.
and gudjohnson missed a sitter in the SIXTH minute of added time.
and even the special one makes mistakes. big mistake i thought. bringing robben on so late? robben looked far from his best but certainly had enough about him to create something had he been given more time. and when mourinho says that the best team lost after the match, i beg to differ.
Chelsea didn't deserve to lose. they just didn't deserve to win, against a side maybe less blessed in talent but certainly not in heart we looked short on ideas, energy and will.
tears for gallas. mourinho huddles with the players on the pitch in the face of defeat. kezman looked as clueless after the match as he was during the match and for much of the season. lampard for a while tried to take the game by the scruff of the neck but even he can be fatigued. really wasn't much more terry could do. and a confounded look from drogba, who contributed as much to Chelsea getting to the semifinal as he did towards Chelsea crashing out.
next year maybe. 2 semifinal defeats in a row should give much added impetus to win the 3rd one. and maybe we would get a proper striker.
Tuesday, May 3
magic renaissance
there's a magic renaissance going on in school! alright did i spell renaissance correct?
but yes. the allure of magic never seems to completely die off to me. last time i played was in sec4. then before that around sec1 and 2? well.
somehow doesn't really feel like the right time for a re-visit to the plains of Rath.
but who cares. school sucks. i am trying hard to study. ain't the right time for lots of things.
nah. i am not really concerned about being 'right'.
Sunday, May 1
the something
i found the something that matters more to me than Chelsea. that appears on my mind more frequently than the moment the final whistle was blown at the reebok stadium against bolton. and there ain't very many things like that.
i just had to say this. it's you.
victory! more pictures
the special one says "10 more years" at Chelsea.
cole holds a rubber trophy as they wait to get their hands on d real thing next week.
club owner abramovich raises his hands in triumph.
captain fantastic terry leads d celebratory dive.
players take a mud bath.
now a champagne bath.
wonderful scenes captured. snaps from daily mail
champions!
somewhere beneath that pile, is hero frank lampard.
YEAH!
celebrations continue as benefactor abramovich steps onto the field
Chelsea finishes top of the pile. CHAMPIONS!
more pics to follow. how am i supposed to sleep now.
pics courtesy of soccernet, bbc sport and sportinglife
