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Great!! The monsoon season is here again! It was raining none stop since last night. Office corridors, cluttered with umbrellas and wet shoe prints. Policemen, wearing bright yellow water-proof wind-breakers. Taxi everywhere, splashing water pools onto pedestrains. Me, missing the sun, get drenched by water everywhere I go.
Right now, I'm working part time in Institute of Infocomm Research, a subsidiary of A*STAR. Kind of cool when you think of it, since everyone there is like at least a master graduate or something. Anyway, my job is to program C++ applications to run something.. something which i shouldn't say here.
How have I been this past year? I got great results in year 2 sem 2. Semester CAP is 4.4. I got greater result this sem: 4.71. How did I manage to get the result this early? https://integral.nus.edu.sg/ui/exam2000a.Homepage. Anyway I think they took the link down. Lots of As on the report card. Feels great to be a student.. Then again, the part time job makes me realised that results aren't everything. I come to realise that I kinda suck at C++, eventhough I got an A in CS1102C. NUS doesn't really equip its student with what they need in the outside world. In the outside world, the geek that sits next to you -- the one that kept talking about hardwarezone, what makes a wonderful web page, programs in some obscure languages, but averages only a B -- wins. He's the guy that knows everything and anything my boss wants to know. I'm the guy who knows everything and anything the exam script wants me to know but know nothing about what the boss wants. What's the world coming to? Look what NUS did to me!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
Why Singaporeans are stupid
After 4 and a half sememsters in NUS, I beginning to wonder if there is any bit of intelligence in a singapore student. Let's face it, Singapore is not known to be exporting highly knowlegeable people to the world. Take a look at the list of Nobel prize winners. Anyone of them from Singapore? We are not exporting any arts -- be it movies, music (the few exception ones make it big in Taiwan or China, but come on, that's 2 or 3 from a population of 4 million), bands (yes bands! how many times you heard of a successful band in singapore?), etc. The few that got international acclaim are either so esoteric that only a few came to understand and lauded for their arts, or is really over-publicised by our local news network. Its like winning your high school science quiz and then repeatedly publicised by a loud mouthed teacher. And for those who think Singapore is alleviating their average IQ already because we are importing the so called high tech industries or doing those big funded researches, please lah.. we are the production line workers in Electronic wafer fabs. We are the test tube cleaners in science reseaches. Our engineers got no right, no say over any matters, and those business people with their bloated ego oppressed our every thoughts and views.
And arts students, please, don't think that can talk, act handsome/pretty, act you are enjoying yourself in a group discussion means you are some clever tertiary student contributing to the overall intelligence level in our society. Don't know how many times I was confronted by bimbos or dumbheads debating about questions that goes round and round with "right or wrong" (means it ain't going to conclude) answers. No right or wrong doesn't mean your flukking views are correct ok??!!? BEFORE YOUR TUTORIAL PLEASE AT LEAST FLUKKING READ THROUGH THE LECTURE NOTES. don't think good language can mask your stupidity lah; and can please don't write chiminology essays that requires a good common folk needs to flip the dictionary 10 times over every sentence you wrote. Please lah, we know you used theasarus. And finally, will lecturers in NUS FASS please please please define all those super bombastic technical terms that are used only in your module as you teach or not?
Singaporean students think can talk means clever. Please go to some reading, use the brain to process, then talk, then that's clever.
And arts students, please, don't think that can talk, act handsome/pretty, act you are enjoying yourself in a group discussion means you are some clever tertiary student contributing to the overall intelligence level in our society. Don't know how many times I was confronted by bimbos or dumbheads debating about questions that goes round and round with "right or wrong" (means it ain't going to conclude) answers. No right or wrong doesn't mean your flukking views are correct ok??!!? BEFORE YOUR TUTORIAL PLEASE AT LEAST FLUKKING READ THROUGH THE LECTURE NOTES. don't think good language can mask your stupidity lah; and can please don't write chiminology essays that requires a good common folk needs to flip the dictionary 10 times over every sentence you wrote. Please lah, we know you used theasarus. And finally, will lecturers in NUS FASS please please please define all those super bombastic technical terms that are used only in your module as you teach or not?
Singaporean students think can talk means clever. Please go to some reading, use the brain to process, then talk, then that's clever.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Remembering the old times
Was listening to Michael Jackson's.. His songs bring back old times..
I remembered..
The time we went to the zoo with Riyang and friends. We were listening to "Will you be there" by Mariah Carey. Then he told me it was sang by Michael Jackson before. I acted cool, and said i knew it all along, even though i don't. I always taught MJ was a rapper
There was one time when I was around seven, I love toys, especially those hang downstairs at the minimarts. I gave $20 bucks to my sis and brother, who were six and five respectively, snucked them out, and told them to buy a $19.90 toy. Mama discovered it, and when they both returned, she had a cane prepared.. Immediately, I pushed all the blame to my young brother.. hahaha.. He was locked up in the toilet and caned.. I can still remember him not able to speak properly yet, trying to explain with his da.da.daa.da. Arghhh.. I regretted that even till this day..
Then there was another time I lost our sega game gear at school, in primary six. When we were home, I just told my bro i lost it in school.. He cried and I acted non-chalent. Big regret number 2.
When i was primary 3, my bro turning primary 1, he bought a new bag. Some branded bag that cost aorund $20 I think. There were many pockets. Then I told him you can secretly take away your friend's wallet and snuck them into these pockets. Brother who was just waking up from his sleep, tell me off to mama, and I get a mouthful..
When I stayed late in school for soccer. Around primary five. Just when i was about to leave, Miss Goh the principal kept calling out my name from my back. Guess she thought i left without permission from school.. (in my days, we have morning and afternoon sessions) I acted blur, acted not listening to what she shouted. finally she caught me, and I explained. Used alot of thens
That I really like this girl from primary school and her name is Chen Qiu Yan. Yes! I said it!
..and another girl from kindergarden and her name was Ruo Xin. Gasp I can remember..
That I was a goody goody boy in kindergarden and when teacher scolds, I blush. And I didn't cry on the first day. And I feel I'm the brightest boy in the whole class.
That I love music, wanted to pick up piano, but it was damn expensive to learn. That I gave up on violin also when its $80 for the violin and $40 for the lessons.
That I don't bear grudges on teachers when they treated me badly. Like Tan Fock Neo. F&N. Haha. And Mrs Wong.
That I thought Diablo was damn cool when my friend shown it to me. That was Ding Wei, but in actual fact, I only like his home.
That I discovered mondays and tuesdays come back, as do may and june, but not 1988 or 1989.
That life will never be the same in JC. Life will not be as good as in Secondary..
That why are the girls crying when we split in sec 2? We are like next doors to each other.
I remembered..
The time we went to the zoo with Riyang and friends. We were listening to "Will you be there" by Mariah Carey. Then he told me it was sang by Michael Jackson before. I acted cool, and said i knew it all along, even though i don't. I always taught MJ was a rapper
There was one time when I was around seven, I love toys, especially those hang downstairs at the minimarts. I gave $20 bucks to my sis and brother, who were six and five respectively, snucked them out, and told them to buy a $19.90 toy. Mama discovered it, and when they both returned, she had a cane prepared.. Immediately, I pushed all the blame to my young brother.. hahaha.. He was locked up in the toilet and caned.. I can still remember him not able to speak properly yet, trying to explain with his da.da.daa.da. Arghhh.. I regretted that even till this day..
Then there was another time I lost our sega game gear at school, in primary six. When we were home, I just told my bro i lost it in school.. He cried and I acted non-chalent. Big regret number 2.
When i was primary 3, my bro turning primary 1, he bought a new bag. Some branded bag that cost aorund $20 I think. There were many pockets. Then I told him you can secretly take away your friend's wallet and snuck them into these pockets. Brother who was just waking up from his sleep, tell me off to mama, and I get a mouthful..
When I stayed late in school for soccer. Around primary five. Just when i was about to leave, Miss Goh the principal kept calling out my name from my back. Guess she thought i left without permission from school.. (in my days, we have morning and afternoon sessions) I acted blur, acted not listening to what she shouted. finally she caught me, and I explained. Used alot of thens
That I really like this girl from primary school and her name is Chen Qiu Yan. Yes! I said it!
..and another girl from kindergarden and her name was Ruo Xin. Gasp I can remember..
That I was a goody goody boy in kindergarden and when teacher scolds, I blush. And I didn't cry on the first day. And I feel I'm the brightest boy in the whole class.
That I love music, wanted to pick up piano, but it was damn expensive to learn. That I gave up on violin also when its $80 for the violin and $40 for the lessons.
That I don't bear grudges on teachers when they treated me badly. Like Tan Fock Neo. F&N. Haha. And Mrs Wong.
That I thought Diablo was damn cool when my friend shown it to me. That was Ding Wei, but in actual fact, I only like his home.
That I discovered mondays and tuesdays come back, as do may and june, but not 1988 or 1989.
That life will never be the same in JC. Life will not be as good as in Secondary..
That why are the girls crying when we split in sec 2? We are like next doors to each other.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
牡丹江
牡丹江
彎成一彎的橋樑
倒映在這湖面上
你從那頭瞧這看
月光下一輪美滿
青石板的老街上
你我走過的地方 到不了的
都叫做遠方
回不去的 名字叫家鄉
鳴誰在門外唱
那著牡丹江
我聆聽感傷
你聲音悠揚
風鈴搖晃輕脆響
江邊的小村莊
午睡般安祥
誰在門外唱
那首牡丹江
我腳步輕響
走向你身旁
思念的光 透進窗
銀白色的溫暖
灑在兒時的床
牡丹江 彎了幾個彎
小魚兒 甭上船
咱們不稀罕
撈月亮 張網補星光
給爺爺下酒
喝一碗家鄉 牡丹江
彎了幾個彎
小暇米 甭靠岸
咱們沒空裝 撈月亮 張補星光
給姥姥熬湯
喝一碗家鄉
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Haven't been touched by a song for a long long time. With a beat like Jay Chou's and deep lyrics of 方文山's, what's not to like about this song?
Song's about a guy who's missing his home, which is most likely am old village of sort. But I think the problem is not that the guy coudn't go home -- not that he's stranded in some foreign country or something.. but this old home of his now exists only in his memory..
彎成一彎的橋樑
倒映在這湖面上
你從那頭瞧這看
月光下一輪美滿
青石板的老街上
你我走過的地方 到不了的
都叫做遠方
回不去的 名字叫家鄉
鳴誰在門外唱
那著牡丹江
我聆聽感傷
你聲音悠揚
風鈴搖晃輕脆響
江邊的小村莊
午睡般安祥
誰在門外唱
那首牡丹江
我腳步輕響
走向你身旁
思念的光 透進窗
銀白色的溫暖
灑在兒時的床
牡丹江 彎了幾個彎
小魚兒 甭上船
咱們不稀罕
撈月亮 張網補星光
給爺爺下酒
喝一碗家鄉 牡丹江
彎了幾個彎
小暇米 甭靠岸
咱們沒空裝 撈月亮 張補星光
給姥姥熬湯
喝一碗家鄉
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Haven't been touched by a song for a long long time. With a beat like Jay Chou's and deep lyrics of 方文山's, what's not to like about this song?
Song's about a guy who's missing his home, which is most likely am old village of sort. But I think the problem is not that the guy coudn't go home -- not that he's stranded in some foreign country or something.. but this old home of his now exists only in his memory..
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