Are you even Gay? You must be because you dress so
well. Style comes naturally to you, but you
don't know it. You look straight but hot and
it's just naturally attractive. You're the
Straight Styled type of Gay Guy.

It's all about concept....

Went to look for the PhD student today. Explained to her that it's starting to get urgent and I really need her to teach me how to do the deposition and stuff. But she again insists that I sit there and watch. Geez. It just doesn't get through that thick skull. Then, I explained, through seething teeth, that I need my OWN results to show during the presentation and to my horror, she said that I have already done them. Duh... say what? She thinks that I can use her results. Damn! What a totally WRONG concept! I then told her that it's not that way, she has to teach me how to do so that I can do the tests myself. Being a bit confused (?), we went to talk to her supervisor. After listening, he agreed that she must teach me how to do the stuff, ON MY OWN. And it took quite a while for him to explain to her what ON MY OWN means. Meaning, she cannot start before I was there, and she must teach me step-by-step, and she must be around when I do the stuff on my own. She did get a bit of a ticking-off in the end because he thought I would have known how to do the experiments on my own by now. Obviously not. Anyway, bottom line is that she is going to teach me step by step, and let me do the stuff on my own. Phew. Took MONTHS for her to understand.

Boohoo... my EE4411 results suck. If this is the reward for my "best" effort, I can forget about 2:1. Actually, I am really praying to keep my 2:2 judging from how badly my FYP is going. Who knows, it might pull me even down, to THIRD FUCKING CLASS! Geez...

Okay, perhaps my previous post was a bit harsh. But the fact remains that my CA2 is screwed. Next time I meet the Phd student, I shall:

1. Tell her to tell me the step-by-step instructions for the equipment
2. Get my substrate and depositing material
3. Fix a day which I'm free so that I can do the deposition and she can sit and watch to see if I am doing it right.

Had an SCRC forum in hall today. Most of the issues brought up were food, toilets, holiday stay, facilities, and a certain somebody from the office. I personally feel that these forums are a waste of time. Sure, the SCRC now knows about the problems. But what the heck do they care? They have their own jobs to worry about, let alone this. Personally, the thing I am most concerned with is the toilets. The toilets in hall are in a very depressing state. They are dimly litted, very likely at least one cubicle will be locked, some heaters won't be working, toilet bowls are stained, and some faucets will be faulty. Heck, even the faculty toilets are in better condition. To improve the situation, I suggest these:

1. Buy fluorescent tubes with HIGHER power. so that the toilets are more bright. Then maybe I know whether I am bathing correct or not. Hmmm... maybe that's why some people can't aim.
2. If the advertisement is true, buy Harpix to get rid of those gross stains.
3. Fix the exhaust fans. It sucks when you have to bathe in someone's shit odour.
4. Invest in some air freshener for the toilet. They cost only a few bucks each.

Can't think right now. Check out the time. But I'm sure there are many other ways to make our toilets nicer.

Sleep.

ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............

Argh! I have really got to let it out! I am bloody screwed for CA2... and it's not entirely my fault! My bloody PhD student is one screw-up. Having assigned to teach me how to use the equipment so that I can do my own experiments, I would have thought she would know that she should teach me how to use the equipment so that I can do my own experiments. But no... that's not her interpretation. Well, maybe they teach that differently from some other part of the world. Instead, she asks me to sit down, see what she does, and just do that. Fucked up I say. First few times ok... just see what it is all about. But now, she still wants me to do that? Furthermore, everything has to be according to her timetable. Like, if she is doing on Monday morning, then I have to go on Morning. "Oh... you have... lecture..... on Monday? Then... I won't wait for you." What the hell! Ok, that's why I say TEACH ME HOW TO DO THE STUFF ON MY OWN AND I WILL FUCK OFF. My CA2 is just around the corner and I'm still sitting around watching her do crap. I don't even have my own targets and substrates! How screwed up is that? Why can't she just spend a few hours teaching me how to use the PLD equipment and then that's it. I don't have to bug her anymore. Just teach me how to lower the pressure, increase the temperature, insert the target and substrate, and I can do my own experiments? Goddamn.... a few more weeks till CA2 and I have ZERO results. I'm fucked man.

So, this week, the laser does not have enough energy. Sounds familiar. But strange, I saw Jenny Lum using the laser yesterday morning, and it seemed ok. Come to think of it, her excuse last time that the laser wasn't working, and me bumping into her going to the laser was kind of coincidental huh. Starting to be suspicious. Maybe she is trying to get me off her back. Fuck... now I'm getting pissed. She's trying to fuck up my FYP. I've got a good mind to complain to TeoKL.

Everybody is getting on with their own FYP. I can't because I don't know how to use the equipment because some fucked up scholar from some other part of the world doesn't give a shit. If I fuck up my CA2, I hope she feels real good about it, because it's all thanks to her.

I'm fucking pissed now.

My phone is one week old. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHONE!

It's 120AM and my 4411 midterm is in 7 hours. Having a throbbing headache. First time getting a headache from studying

Wow, it's been 2 years since I have felt like this. And it sure feels good. Second chance not taken, thought that somehow the person would have woken up her ideas. But then, we're back at square one. So, she's back in the bitch list. And another candidate for the list is still pending. Will be surprised if she gets into the list. Boy, the list sure is getting crowded. Well, good thing is that I have a great opportunity at getting back at them (if she makes it to the list) or her (the one in the list). Boy I sure hope I break legs. That would be "smashing". Anyway, she doesn't read this blog. But I hope she will. So that she can prepare for the evil, EVIL plans I have in store.

To get some sense of timing.... HRM FINAL exam is in 3 weeks.

Oh boy...

The Seven Deadly Sins. Now don't lie and say that you haven't committed any of these.

Pride
Pride is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.
Happens because well-meaning elementary school teachers told you to "believe in yourself."
Punishment in Hell will be: You'll be broken on the wheel.

Envy
Envy is the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation.
Happens because other people are so much luckier, smarter, more attractive, and better than you.
Punishment in Hell will be: You'll be put into freezing water.

Glutony
Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.
Happens because you were weaned improperly when you were an infant.
Punishment in Hell will be: You'll be force-fed rats, toads and snakes.

Lust
Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.
Happens because.... oh, please!
Punishment in Hell will be: You'll be smothered in fire and brimstone. Not kisses.

Anger
Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath.
Happens because you're wired for it. Also, the people around you are pretty damn irritating.
Punishment in Hell will be: You'll be dismembered alive.

Greed
Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.
Happens because you live in possibly the most pampered, consumerist society since the Roman Empire.
Punishment in Hell will be: You'll be boiled alive in oil. Bear in mind that it's the finest, most luxurious boiling oil that money can buy, but it's still boiling.

Sloth
Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.
Happens because you're lazy and good fer nuthin'.
Punishment in Hell will be: You'll be thrown into snake pits.


Boy, life sure is tough.... for more information, check out the site : 7 Deadly Sins

Ahhh... EE4411 presentation finally over. Great. Can forget about any chance of a 2:1 already. Screwed big time by Prof Choi. Couldn't really answer my questions properly. Sigh... so out of 15% I figure i will get maybe.... 7 or 8 marks only. Add on to the 7.5 I got for my lab, giving me a grandtotal of 15.5 max out of 25. Another 15% up for grabs on Monday's quiz. Let's say I get 7.5 for that (dunno if it will be best case or worst case), that will make it 23 out of 40. With another 60 marks left for the final exam, the most I will get would be 83. Hmmm.... any chance for an A? Highly unlikely. And we're talking 60 marks for final exams. Have to say there is a small chance, but then, almost zero. So, maybe I will get 35, which I hope will the LEAST I will get. So 35 + 23 = 57. Sigh... definitely not an A. But could be a B+. Therefore, to be realistic, I am aiming for a B+ for this module. What a shame. And I actually liked this module.

It sure is surprising to see how someone who is normally passive in class suddenly become so active when there are points for class participation. Hoo-ah! That's the spirit!

Wooosh! It's finally here! My spanking new T610! Hooray!!! After exploring it a bit, well, it is definitely worth the 3 weeks wait. Spend about one hour changing the phone numbers on the SIM card to the new version where each name can have several numbers. Then tried out the navigations, changed profiles, tested the camera, bla bla... wah I like. Only problem with it is that the damn screen gets oily when I talk on the phone. Sigh... thats the problem with a really big screen. Compared to Chin Long's brand new Nokia 7250i, the T610 screen is SO much better. But then, of course, Nokia navigation is more convenient. Added to the fact that almost EVERYBODY uses Nokia, including me, I find it easier to navigate through the 7250i, compare to my T610.

Anyway, the Nokia 5110 has yet another new lease of life. Haijie needs it since his handphone got stolen. This phone is really strong man. Survived my mum, me, and now being passed on to Haijie. And just when I was beginning to grow attached to it. Haha.

Time to remove the T610 from my wish list. Ahhh.. that felt good.

i've got a HUGE pimple staring at me. It's been a while since I have seen such a big momma.

Weekend sure passed by fast. And lots of assignments, presentations and quiz stacking up. All will be done by the end of the month. Phew, what a rush.

EE4412 has another online tutorial.... again! Aren't they done with killing me with online tutorials? However, this time, I fared a bit better. Completed the first question with the first attempt. Gee, sometimes I impress even myself. And I am getting quite fed up with Starhub. They screwed up with the delivery again. Instead of delivering the phone to me, it went to PWC at 9PM, looking for YC. Now, I have to reschedule and wait... again! It's been three weeks since I confirmed with them, and I'm still waiting. How crappy can it get? Meanwhile, my Nokia 5110 has a new lease of life, for a few more days. Still holding on strong.

Missed survivor this week because I was busy studying. Sigh. But I don't feel too bad. Not as bad as how I miss Gundam. Sniff...

At times when the odds are stacked against you, try relating yourself to Monty from 25th Hour.

(Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone's written Fuck You!)
Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too.
Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

Been a while since I have posted. Been thinking about the second upper and second lower issue again, especially after seeing sherine's nick. Looks like she is in the same situation in me. But I don't think hers is as serious as mine. For me, anything less than an "A", and I can kiss my 2:1 goodbye. Also learnt that a whole lot of other people are in the same boat as me. After much thought, decided to just go for it, because althought ONE person told me to just slack and settle for 2nd lower, and even another asked me to slack and get a third, another 7 other people told me to go for it. Nothing to lose anyway. But then, I can more or less know by the end of this year. If it's not 5.0 this semester, then forget it man. Haha. Either way, I'm just bracing myself for the worst.

Went to the library last night (!) to photostat some stuff from books. But, after discovering that I had to photostat roughly 200 odd pages, I just put the books back into the shelves. So, just decided to study until the library closed. Somehow, I studied more within that 1 1/2 hours in the library than what I would have studied the entire night in my room. Think I will go there a bit more often. I like air cond too.

And I just found out that the monochromator for the laser to be used in my FYP will be coming in about 8 weeks. Gee, what am I going to do for my CA2? This calls for desperate measures. Better email my supervisor more often from now on.

And here's a little something from a "Trainspotting" poster I found... sounds real cool.

"
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace you. Choose your future. Choose life.
"

More like Choose to study. Sigh. Back to the books.

Wow, what a nail-biting finale to the Formula One season, with favourite Michael Schumacher winning his sixth title. And once again, he has his teammate Rubens Barrichello to thank for keeping Kimi Raikonen from taking first spot. If Raikonen had won, then Schumacher would not have won the title, having coming in a lousy 8th position. But that's not bad considering he started off at 15th position. But what the hell is he doing at 15th position in the first place?

So, that's it. Another title for Schumacher. At least this season was not as boring as the previous one, where Schumacher won by miles. This season went down to the final race and Schumi won by 2 points.

My predictions for next season:
Constructors:
1. Ferrari
2. McLaren
3. BMW-Williams

Racers:
1. Michael Schumacher (Ferrari)
2. Kimi Raikonen (McLaren)
3. Ralf Schumacher (BMW-Williams)

I wonder if Hakkinen will be back... or will he stick to Rally?

The comments server is back online. Let the bitching begin...

Had McDonalds for lunch and Burger King for dinner. I'm done with fast food until the end of the year.

For once, I watched a hall concert without being invovled in it. Was in sets for the first year and BOP for the second and third year. Finally, I could just sit back and enjoy the show. And well, the show was alright. The biggest complaint I have is that the diction by the cast members was poor. I couldn't hear half the words being said while the cast members were singing. And for some reason, Sir Loin spoke with an Indian accent. The prince also couldn't really carry his voice strongly enough. In contrast, "George" spoke well and I could understand most of what she said. The songs were good as usual. Too bad the duet between the prince and the princess was a bit spoilt by the flat and off keys by the prince. But, can't really blame him too much, his part was quite tough.

Sets wise... it was at a pass level. Could have been better with a little more imagination. However, good idea in distracting the audience with the jester and the minstral going down to interact with the audience while they shift the sets around.

Costumes was good. Just when I thought that last year's costumes were good, this year's standard definitely went up another level. Wei Zheng and Sok Leng sure outdid themselves this year. That's the advantage of having the same heads in one department for two years: you get better results the second time round. I especially liked the Queen's and princess' costumes. Not to mention the jester's costume too.

Nicole, with her acting background, did a pretty good job, especially with the script. And in line with RH high levels of horni-ness, this script was full of sexual cues and innuendos. However, I could see that the play highlighted the fact that Nicole had on-screen background. This was especially true with the scene where the king was drawing stuff for the jester and minstral to guess. It would have been even better on screen. The script is quite good, considering that it was written by us. Can't really compare with the script last year which was adapated. However, a little bit too many corny lines, namely: Will you marry me? I think I'm in love.

Overall, Noel and co. did a good job putting this show together. Daniel the critic gives the show 6.5 stars. Just as a comparison, Daniel the critic also has opinions on previous shows, giving Red Dust 7 stars, Insanity 5.5 stars, and Merson's Gift Shop 7.5 stars.

Any comments, complaints, or bitchings are MOST welcome.... once the comment server is back up, which has been down for almost 4 days. In the meantime, just keep your opinions to yourselves. Haha.

Oh yeah, almost forgot.... I AM INVINCIBLE!

Woke up at 9AM to go to lab, only to find out that I can't do much since the equipment is spoilt. Nonetheless.... the important point is that... I woke up at 9AM!

I am invincible....

Finally, the EE4412 online tutorial is complete.

I am invincible.

It seems like the comments server is down. Been a while since I have posted anything. Main reason is that I'm stuck in this goddamn EE4412 online tutorial! Now I remember how frustrating it was trying to answer Further Maths questions. No matter how many times I do it (correctly), I still get the same error message. Got the first question correct. Reason why I got it wrong the first time? Because I was too observant to note that they gave the cross-sectional area in terms of width and length. So I multiplied them to get my area, and I got the wrong answer. The "correct" answer would be to assume that they want current PER UNIT AREA. Yes... next time, when they don't give the area explicitly, and if the units they want is mA.... what they really want is CURRENT PER UNIT AREA, even though the unit is mA. Dammit... what a cheap way to trick me.

And I got a lousy 7.5 for the EE4411 lab! Actually, Oliver, Joo and I all got the same mark. And we all got the same comment, asking us to put in the charge diagram and capacitance diagram. But none of the questions asked for those! Oh, we must be able to read minds these days. Yes, we are all one. We are a Borg collective. A ECE collective. We must know what everyone else is thinking.

Sigh, back to the tutorial then...

You are Cyclops!

I always wanted to be Gambit. Damn...


You're a valiant knight. Wehey! You are unique
because you do stuff in your own specific way.
You don't take example from others.


What chess piece are you!?!?!?
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Not too bad. At least I'm not the sacrificial pawn.

Israel attacks terrorist targets in Syria

Israel says that they are attacking terrorist camps in Syria, and that all countries that harbour terrorists should be responsible for them. Therefore, their attack against the terrorist camps are justified.

Looks like USA and Israel are at the same frequency.

hint: Syria == Iraq;

Decided to delete the previous post because, after thinking about it, it seemed like a personal attack on her and I don't want my blog to be a place for me to attack people. Not that fair. But, still, what myself said is true. And will need serious thinking about what myself thinks.

Strangely, I never thought twice about spending my parents' money on education before. As in before coming to Singapore. My plan last time was to take SAM, study in Australia, and that's it. All on FAM (Father and Mother) scholarship. But after coming to Singapore, I don't konw what changed my perception on this matter.

But what one comment said was quite true, which never really occured to me before. In the current economic climate where employers are refraining from employing too many people, or are trying to squeeze every dollar from their employees, would they really want a fresh graduate with a post-grad degree? The post-grad would obviously demand a higher salary, and would employers want that? Maybe in some sectors such as R&D or production, but I don't think it applies for many other sectors. Employers would be satisfied with someone with a B Eng. So, is M Eng really an asset then. Or would it be a deterrant?

How come nobody thought about doing an MBA after working instead?

And once again, stupid me decided to come up with my own opinions and got an ear bashing from her.

The hockey that I am currently using SERIOUSLY needs to be replaced. The head is so worn out that I feel like donating it to the hall. Was thinking of getting one from the sports "bazzar", but decided not to. No point spending S$40 on something I won't use next year anymore. Maybe I can borrow one from someone... Speaking of sports bazzar, ordered a water container from them. Yeah, one of those metal ones. The plastic mineral water bottle that I use looks kind of gross now. And after doing some calculations, I think it would be cheaper to just invest in a water container.

Smallville 3x01 is again proof that I am getting bored of Smallville. It just doesn't appeal to me anymore. The story is getting quite predictable and boring. Maybe I have been spoilt by shows like 24 and Gundam Seed. However, I still "need" to watch to find out what happens to Clark. Evil, aren't they. By the way, I have watched two Survivor: Pearl Islands episodes back to back! Wow, I have not done that since Survivor: Australia Outback.

P.S. Missing Gundam Seed.

GODDAMMIT!!! I just spent 5 hours trying to do the EE4412 online tutorial. For one question, cannot get the right answer. Another question, managed to get part (a), not part (b). Another one, the stupid variables are misaligned and I can't make out the numbers. Bloody hell, damn fed up already. I just can't get the answers. WTF IS WRONG!