.:. The Video .:.
After much hardwork/time/nervous wrecking moment, I've finally done it.
I've passed my Driving Test! Woohoo.
Was so nervous before the test. They made us sit in this room, enclosed 4 walls, and you just stare at the door waiting for your tester to come in and call you. OMG scary. But still, I managed to pass it :).
Now all I need is a car...hmmm. Haha. Some might ask why get my liscense now when I don't have car yet. Well since now I have the "time", why not. And I feel that driving is an essential to have, especially for guys (ery masochist statement here). So ya, for now will be driving under the supervision of my dad...till I'm old and rich enuf to get my own car.
Till then...
Road users Beware! Muahaha :D
Revealed on [3:51 AM]
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.:. Contradictory .:.
What's up or what's down?
I'm a contradictory person.
I want to say
but
I write.
I'm organised
but
messy.
I save
but
spend alot.
I hate running
but
love sweating.
I love to eat
but
want abs.
I'm Shy
but
love to lead.
I smile
but
I'm sad.
I appreciate
but
others' don't.
I like
but
I don't say.
I know I'm weird
but
I'm proud to be.
;p
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.:. Comparative competitive .:.
这是因为你,但不是为了你.
TV, a technology we are so dependent on, either for entertainment or knowledge purposes. It is now so widely used, so apparent in our lives that we've taken it for granted. Many of us believe that we make the programmes show what we want, what we wrote on the scripts, what the actors chose to portray through their actting. But even more has failed to realise that the screen is meerly a reflection of ourselves, how we live our lives, a mirror to be said.
Of the thousand and one shows on 24/7, there's the Reality tv series...ironically. It was a stroke of "genius", to actually portray people's actions and reactions in real live. And from an extension of this come the competitive reality tv, contests held on the wire for the masses to see, and sometimes to choose the winner. Examples range from the never ending American Idol series, to Britain's got talent, Project runway, and now a new one called Master Chef.
In essence, these are all shows where participants are pit against one another, in the ultimate pursuit of fame/glory. They try to outdo each other, using whatever skills they have. Showing off thir talents, scheming their way through or what not. And in that very meaning, it shows how modern society has become. How Comparative competitve we've becomed.
It's a portrayal of comaparing to survive, comparng so that you are pit aginst the better of the crowd and that you can learn to beat the top. And this is very much so in our lives now. And do not be mistaken, it dosen't apply to only the adults in the cold hard offices of the working district. Where it is thought to be work only and any other forms of social contact is just purely for...contact's sake.
Ever since we were younglings, we start to compare against one another. We take the smallest of our possesions as prized, counting the number of sweets we are given in order to be treated fairly. When we're teens, our outwardly flashy appearances is a stark showcase of how we wish to outdo one another, to put our best up for others to see. Growing up into teens, we take on the very definition of competitive. We all strive to look pretty or handsome, either by buying the branded prettiest clothes or buy desperately working out. It's all in a bid to be the most beautiful or handsome person in campus.
This never ending cycle of comparison has become so ingrained in us, so apparent, that it has become a norm. We don't take a bother to go and think about it, and just act accordingly to the tide of things. People compare with us, so we do the same. A rule to survive if some might say.
But stepping back, it allows one to actually think about the meaning of all these, the failure of the system of comparison itself. Many a times, we use this phrase "comparing with someone". But that itself is a wrong. Nobody compares him/herself with only one other person.
Easily from a teen's point of view, there's already so amny examples. We compare in school to see who's the brightest of the lot. Outside we compare to see who's the best looking. Girls dress up to see who's prettier, guy's definition on the other hand is who's buff-est. Even technology wise we also want to compare, see who has the latest gadget on the market as a symbol of coolness.
You might think that these are actually comparing with someone, but actually it's not. It's comparing with some'ones'. We think we are comparing one against one, just that its on different aspects, but we're just comparing ourselves with the whole world. In the end, we'll just keep on finding people who are better than us to compare with, and the circle never completes itself. We'll never be satisfied with ourselves, and just to keep comparing.
Yes comparing with other's, and being better than them is a measure of success. But if this is the definition of success, and we're the one's who set it, why not we let being the best of ourselves be the success.
Be satisfied with ourselves. Learn that you are who you are. Pitting yourself against others and molding yourself in their image simply makes you into them, no longer you. Just be yourself. Must we all strive to be the best of the lot, the prettiest of the flock to seek acceptance. What's wrong with just being yourself. Eventually you'll be the "In" crowd by changing yourself, but can you yourself accept who you are then?
And in the saddest moment...being ourselves is a measure of success.
Revealed on [5:29 PM]
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.:. Inner peace .:.
And now I'm gonna need a hat...Flying disc of death!
Got to watch 2 movies this weekend luckily. Had company cohesion, X-men First Class on friday, meaning its a free day off :), even though we had to be at cineleisure at 9.30am...yawns~
We booked a whole theatre to ourselves. Its the one at the 9th floor, the smaller theatre. But being able to watch movie without any strangers around, just pure army guys is in a way an experience. Jokes openly, laugh loudly, and plus the army references that all understands.
Then saturday was GOF as usual. Met up with Sushan who jus came back from her cambodia trip :). So when everyone has arrived, we got the tickets first, then got to a good place to sit and catch up, Jusacia. This time we ordered 3 sets of "unlimited" spicy chicken, and contrary to its name we finished it. Maybe its cos we're all too hungry by then, or its cos of NS hehe. Then after our substitute arrives, Wendy and Diane to replace Sushan and Zhiyong, we went to KUNGFU~
KungFu Panda 2 was really nice, even though it was just a mere 1hr20mins. The movie was pretty much straight forward, without any long drawn monologues and etc, straight to the point, comedy all around. And its ingenious the way the script places the jokes, when you least expects it.
I also love the cheography of the fight scenes. Especially from Shen, the peacock. Albeit he was the big baddy, but the cheography of his fighting style was very stylish, cool and peacockish. Leaving me hoping that there could have been more.
It's a well balanced movie, nice laughter, emotion and action all put together in just 84mins. And not to forget that it was my first movie sitting in row A XD. Truth be told, it wasn't that bad at all.
Next movies must catch...Transformers3(MUST) and Green Lantern(if have company).
Revealed on [11:18 PM]
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.:. You read me? .:.
It's always hard to take the 1st step, for fear things might not be as wonderful as before.
The situation hasn't changed at all. It was like that afew years back, and now even though some time had passed, it still remains unfaltered. Gunfire ringing inside his ears, white polished katarn armor smeared with dirt ironically, and the ground shaking under constant bombardment. His objective was a knoll, just that it was unbelievably heavily guarded. And just as constant as is change, "It's just tinnies." he thought to himself, and he forged on ahead.
He slammed hard into the wall, sharpnels missing behind him only by inches. It was a trench, a hole the arti support had so kindly "dug" for him. Forcing himself to slow his breathing, he glanced at the situation. He had managed to gain foothold along the slope of the knoll, albeit its just afew metres from where he started. It wasn't much, but he had to constantly remind himself that it means afew metres off the enemy's territory as well.
Blinking green dots on his HUD reminds him he's not alone, with friends he can, and has relied on. They weren't all "born" together, a ragtag team made up of some willingly, some rejected, and some a living memory of their previous unit. It might not seem much, but it counts as home to him, another home. Through the years he's shared more with them than he ever had with anyone else, they knew him like he knew himself, maybe even better, some maybe even knew things relating to him that he himself don't know.
He snapped back to real time, realising his friends are currently fighting as he was daydreaming. Timing the volleys of enemy fire, he lobbed an EMP grenade overhead and jumped out, charging on...again.
Like a vicious cycle it continues. He just charges on, putting his effort into making to the next cover, covering what little metres or inches that counts. There was sense of victory when he got a breathe of respite under cover. There were afew times he had to endure afew hits, but still managed to pull home. Then there were the times, luckily countable still, that being lifted off the ground and slamming back down hard was the last thing he remembered, until he felt the prick of stims injecting into him and being dragged among friends.
Again and again, it continues.
Again and again he found his conviction questioned, but it was just again and again.
Firing the last few bursts of his magazine, he ejected it and slapped a new one in. The battle was tiring him out. He had the bruises, the mental state, as well as his friends to prove it. He rested his head on the battle-hardened soil, looking at the ground he had covered and had yet to. Both were encouraging and discouraging at the same time. Calming himself down, remembering what his sergeant Skirata taught him, he cleared his mind and hymn the pledge.
Mhi solus tome
Mhi solus dar'tome
Mhi me'dinui an
And with that, he went again...
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This is what I want,
but like the passage itself,
you do not understand.
Either you do not care,
or just don't know.
Just like how you've hurt me
...
often.
Knowingly,
or unintentionally,
I do not know also.
Revealed on [4:05 AM]
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