Monday, June 30, 2008
Random Post
This post is a whole post which has no common link, just a collection of random thoughts.
This past 2 weeks have been great, 2 weeks of ICT after that was NUS invi and Actscalibre. Busy busy busy. Missed Euro 2008 after the group stages.
Went to Sin Yan's 21st Birthday! Where does the time go? Feels like just yesterday, she was only 19.... JK just had to blurt out that 24 is a ripe old age. Man I feel old..... Haha.... Then again JK is only 21....
I am gonna need God to survive this holiday..... So much to do, so little time.... Friends to catch up with.... Trainings to go, books to read.... I wanna find my niche!
Decisions suck 90% of the time. You always want to take the other choice. I wish for God to grow my decision making skills and make me regret less decisions.....
I wanna be a better person, who knows what friendship and love mean.... I wanna be happy with other people in and out of church. HELP ME GOD!!!!!
Hello Wan Ting and Alex! I am back.
This post is a whole post which has no common link, just a collection of random thoughts.
This past 2 weeks have been great, 2 weeks of ICT after that was NUS invi and Actscalibre. Busy busy busy. Missed Euro 2008 after the group stages.
Went to Sin Yan's 21st Birthday! Where does the time go? Feels like just yesterday, she was only 19.... JK just had to blurt out that 24 is a ripe old age. Man I feel old..... Haha.... Then again JK is only 21....
I am gonna need God to survive this holiday..... So much to do, so little time.... Friends to catch up with.... Trainings to go, books to read.... I wanna find my niche!
Decisions suck 90% of the time. You always want to take the other choice. I wish for God to grow my decision making skills and make me regret less decisions.....
I wanna be a better person, who knows what friendship and love mean.... I wanna be happy with other people in and out of church. HELP ME GOD!!!!!
Hello Wan Ting and Alex! I am back.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Me gone far far away.
SMS if you need me.
Not free till 30th June.
Sorry
SMS if you need me.
Not free till 30th June.
Sorry
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Sit Up Straight by Kurt Vonnegut
Ladies and Gentlemen of the 1999 incoming masters program: sit up straight.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sitting up straight would be it.
Get to know your thesis committee members.
You never know when they are going to go on sabbatical.
Do not read journal papers. They will only make you feel stupid.
Live in Escondido Village once. But leave before it makes you hard.Live in Rains once. But leave before it makes you soft.
Don't waste time forwarding emails. Sometimes they're funny, sometimes they're not.
The P.H.D. is long and, in the end, you probably won't earn as much as your friends who didn't go to grad school.
You are not as lazy as you think.
Don't worry about publishing. Or worry, knowing that worrying is as effective as trying to convince your adviser he/she may be wrong.
Nap.
Accept certain inalienable truths: food is not free. Professors will belittle. You too will grow bitter and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were a master's student food was free and your professors listened to you.
Try to date.
Maybe you'll graduate, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll contribute to society, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll be hooded, maybe you'll drop out and get a life.
Whatever you do, don't work too hard. Your thesis topic is half made up. So is everybody else's. But trust me on sitting up straight.
A parody of the earlier post on Sun Screen.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the 1999 incoming masters program: sit up straight.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sitting up straight would be it.
Get to know your thesis committee members.
You never know when they are going to go on sabbatical.
Do not read journal papers. They will only make you feel stupid.
Live in Escondido Village once. But leave before it makes you hard.Live in Rains once. But leave before it makes you soft.
Don't waste time forwarding emails. Sometimes they're funny, sometimes they're not.
The P.H.D. is long and, in the end, you probably won't earn as much as your friends who didn't go to grad school.
You are not as lazy as you think.
Don't worry about publishing. Or worry, knowing that worrying is as effective as trying to convince your adviser he/she may be wrong.
Nap.
Accept certain inalienable truths: food is not free. Professors will belittle. You too will grow bitter and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were a master's student food was free and your professors listened to you.
Try to date.
Maybe you'll graduate, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll contribute to society, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll be hooded, maybe you'll drop out and get a life.
Whatever you do, don't work too hard. Your thesis topic is half made up. So is everybody else's. But trust me on sitting up straight.
A parody of the earlier post on Sun Screen.
Wear Sunscreen
Mary Schmich
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
An interesting advice piece from God knows how long ago.
Mary Schmich
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
An interesting advice piece from God knows how long ago.
Delusional Atheist
After reading the first 2 chapters of the God Delusion, I was disappointed. I expected really hard hitting, faith destroying, self-reflection causing intellectual prose. Instead, I found bitter, wrath-filled and terpid semi-literate prose. Dawkins, a great scientist, self-proclaimed atheist and well-respected intellectual, wrote perhaps the worst ever dissertation of his life.
The God Delusion seems more like a rant abeit a long one against the American Legal System, against self-percieved hypocracies and against people thinking science and religion are compatible. Dawkins seems more powerful in his speech than in this book. He seems so bitter that he has to fight religion, yet instead of writing a book which tears religion down, his book mocks religion in a way which makes him look no better than the people he tries to bring down. I feel when he wrote this trashy non-fictional thesis, he was very angry. Emotional writings are hardly good general reading. Imagine a book written by an emotional blogger at one shot. I think some people have doen that before.
Its the kind of book that after you written it, and published it, You regret the bulk of the content. Either its too offensive, too weak or just plain not your real style. I think Dawkins tried his best, but he is trying to convince people that religion is bad and harmful. I think thats a valid point, if you believe in right and wrong and harm is wrong. If you do not believe that evil exists and evil is just a moral tool then you have a problem defining good and bad. What is right and wrong? I find it hard to accept that a brilliant mind could degenerate into mindless anti-religion ranting which looks more fitting on a extremist religionist. The very people he hates. Live by the sword, die by the sword. What you hate will soon become what you are.
I pray God (or Satan with God's permission) will make Dawkins a better person. I believe its possible that he will be like Solomon and Bill Gates: reach the point where life has no meaning and realise God explains our meaning to life. Anger leads to sin, sin leads to eternal spiritual damnation. Dawkins will enjoy the fruits of his labour in this life but in the next, I dunno and I will not dare speculate.
After reading the first 2 chapters of the God Delusion, I was disappointed. I expected really hard hitting, faith destroying, self-reflection causing intellectual prose. Instead, I found bitter, wrath-filled and terpid semi-literate prose. Dawkins, a great scientist, self-proclaimed atheist and well-respected intellectual, wrote perhaps the worst ever dissertation of his life.
The God Delusion seems more like a rant abeit a long one against the American Legal System, against self-percieved hypocracies and against people thinking science and religion are compatible. Dawkins seems more powerful in his speech than in this book. He seems so bitter that he has to fight religion, yet instead of writing a book which tears religion down, his book mocks religion in a way which makes him look no better than the people he tries to bring down. I feel when he wrote this trashy non-fictional thesis, he was very angry. Emotional writings are hardly good general reading. Imagine a book written by an emotional blogger at one shot. I think some people have doen that before.
Its the kind of book that after you written it, and published it, You regret the bulk of the content. Either its too offensive, too weak or just plain not your real style. I think Dawkins tried his best, but he is trying to convince people that religion is bad and harmful. I think thats a valid point, if you believe in right and wrong and harm is wrong. If you do not believe that evil exists and evil is just a moral tool then you have a problem defining good and bad. What is right and wrong? I find it hard to accept that a brilliant mind could degenerate into mindless anti-religion ranting which looks more fitting on a extremist religionist. The very people he hates. Live by the sword, die by the sword. What you hate will soon become what you are.
I pray God (or Satan with God's permission) will make Dawkins a better person. I believe its possible that he will be like Solomon and Bill Gates: reach the point where life has no meaning and realise God explains our meaning to life. Anger leads to sin, sin leads to eternal spiritual damnation. Dawkins will enjoy the fruits of his labour in this life but in the next, I dunno and I will not dare speculate.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Koped from Luke's blog....
Food for thought: http://exposingfeminism.wordpress.com/2008/01/23/what-happened-to-all-the-nice-guys/
Food for thought: http://exposingfeminism.wordpress.com/2008/01/23/what-happened-to-all-the-nice-guys/
Monday, June 02, 2008
Changed my template again!
Seems the previous template is buggy.... Reverting to a standard one till I have time to meddle with it more....
Seems the previous template is buggy.... Reverting to a standard one till I have time to meddle with it more....
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