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Can you believe it? Why would anyone pay hundreds of dollars for a stupid piece-of-shit Windows 7, which is hardly different from its predecessors, when he can buy a Netbook for the same money? If you still aren’t getting it, you gotta watch this video.
And if you haven’t got enough of that, here’s a preview of part 2:
Cool huh?
Oct 25th by JulianI’m currently in this holiday Bed & Breakfast home, in an area of Kelongs in Kukup, Malaysia with half the Mustard Seed Community, on a spiritual retreat. I’m blogging from my E71 which is tapping on the wireless network “everyone taps on” lol!
I’m very glad to have this time of peace and quiet. Because there’s next to no cellphone signal here, I legitimately don’t have to be a slave to my phone! Yet, with electricity and airconditioning, I’m able to space out in comfort, and still blog! Like I’m doing right now…
Lunch was a blast! The hosts at “Venice Waterhouse” are such good cooks, its like they’re from Tung Lok group or something. We had chicken curry, lean meat kong bah (i hate the fatty ones back home), fried prawns, huge deep fried red snapper (good thing no one likes fish head. They could all have the meat and I happily eat whatever’s edible in the head), home-made ngoh hiang, mixed vegetables, and cantonese pork bone with cubed melon soup. I’ll eventually leech pictures from Facebook on this, lest I do it injustice.
What nostalgia! I’m on the upper deck of a double decker bed! And cheapo mattress like the ones I slept on as a kid! I love it…
Omg, the other nostalgic thing is holiday blogging! The last time I did this I reckon was when I was 18? No wait… I used to do holiday emailing! I’d write super long entries every few days and mail it out to people that mattered to me… Parents, penpals (whom I’ve since lost touch with), and crushes n sweethearts.
That’s about all for now… I’m gonna take a short Zzzzzzzz to reenergise for afternoon session.
LOL.. I do need some rest. I think the Macbook’s battery going flat while watching 70% of Bleach Movie 1 was a sign..
Sheesh.. Didn’t bring out the Detox pills.. I expected some very dilapidated environment and hence didn’t want to have crapping urges with no convenient toilet in sight. Surprisingly, it ain’t half bad! And now I’m feeling constipated just because I didn’t Crap at the 4-hourly timings I’ve grown used to.
Cya later!
Oct 24th by Julian“We Were”
Acquainted by chance,
Bonded by destiny,
Separated by life,
Inspired by love,
Empowered by faith,
Complicated by knowledge,
Reunited by fate,
Purified by wisdom,
Planned for by God,
Meant to be.
Sometime we feel upset how things turn out in spite of inordinate amounts of prayer. Some even get disillusioned and apathetic about God, and his existence. When calamity befalls, we wonder, “Where was God when that happened?”, “Why didn’t He prevent it?”.
When an ex’s dad and a friend both suffered neuro afflictions on the SAME DAY last week, I momentarily wondered..WHY?
Yet, who am I to fuss? I know for a fact God is very real. I should know. He saved me from going blind in my right eye, and again, He saved me from death when I got hit by a fast-moving car last year. He also graced my grades as he allowed me to reap more than I sowed in exams I should have failed. He also responded to many challenges I put to him about a very long-drawn thing this year. And I’m sure he was there for countless other occasions and events, and these were just the more heartfelt ones.
Even for that last thing I mentioned, while God didn’t materialize things in the way I projected in my mind, He surprised me many times over by making turns happen differently, to the same outcome, to the same timeline I had in mind. At several points, I thought He was going to deny me, only to find that He actually granted me the same, but differently.
Through it all, I’ve come to realise that God indeed exists and always hears us. Just because His means are not our means, and His plans not necessarily coincide with ours, does not mean He is not a people’s God. We were after all made in His likeness, and He definitely knows better than us, what is best for us. In the challenge I made to God, a rather complex one, in showing me all the signs on the timeline I gave, over the course of six months and counting, but through His means, I’ve learnt that God never refuses a prayer, but he responds in ways that eventually make sense to us.
Oct 19th by JulianIf only my respective wordpress accounts’ (I have 5 blogs, niche, company, and personal combined) could open in various browser tabs on startup, that would be wonderful. Otherwise, I’ve many a time put off blogging to never, because it can be quite a chore just logging in. Downloading and resizing photos is the other chore… *Rolls Eyes*
The best-trafficked blogs are usually so only because they contain plenty of pictures or utilise the 80:20 concept – 80% niche content (i.e. weightloss, fashion, computing) 20% personal life. But I don’t think it’s even in my social habits to do that! So I’ll probably never ever be a top blogger.
I’m actually rather pleased no one really bothers reading my blog. Partly due to the fact that I do not post regularly. I mean.. why should I? If it’s regimental, then it’d take the flavor outta it. Well, perhaps if I had absolutely no other thing in life to do, I might post more regularly. Hence, I’m not altogether upset about ceasing to write for StarBlog. Yes, I miss the added income, but I don’t really miss having to crack my head and spend long moments meditating for inspiration to pen for the STUPID-EST and most SENSE-LESS of topics. I currently have an viewership of around 20 reads per post. That’s pretty splendid indeed! In fact, the only times viewership ever did better was when I grudgingly threw in attention-whore-slut extraordinaire, the cringe-worthy Jamie Yeo into the mix, or force-vomit gangly real slow Ris Low “a pizza rad bigini”.
This weekend past, I had the longest Saturday ever… was out from 8am till 2am. Tennis, Lunch, Hospital, Shop, Errand, Presentation, Shop, Meet Friend, Meet more friends for dinner, Drink, Doze off during drinking game, Doze off during the ride home, and K.O. once home. OMG. I unintentially did a shopping spree on Saturday.. Blew like $240 on several new shirts and a pair of bermudas, from Zara, Topman and River Island. The latter two were having great discounts! I didn’t get any shirts from River Island though, their sleeve cuttings are DISGUSTING. They had no element of class whatsoever. Probably why they were going on clearout. This decadence only happened because I had gaps of time before stuff..
My ex-girlfriend’s dad had a stroke of the brain stem. It’s the worst stroke to have as the brain stem is linked of with a person’s overall consciousness. I went to visit, and I saw that the entire soccer team he coached waited litteraly anxiously, and emotional. It was a very heart-warming sight, to know that so many were there to return all the gratitude they held for him. I certainly want to live my life to leave behind lineages of grateful folks, whose lives I had been able to positively affect.
Today’s Mass sermon sucked…. Father Ambrose Vaz was the guest priest. He’s another one who never improved, originally from the church I grew up in, Holy Cross. I’d be kind to say his sermon was just above boring. Today’s Mission Sunday. I really think that if the Roman Catholic Church would just allow priests to marry, so many more would respond to their mission callings!
This evening’s Concert in the Park was quite a let down. The event was held at the Shaw Stage at the Singapore Botanic Gardens. They had the most boring, the Singapore Chinese Orchestra, open the performance. As we were there to catch the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, we were very let down, given it was just a 6 or 7 people. I don’t think it was in any bit sincere. Not when you have a full-scale orchestra to lead in, but merely have a few lone souls, sans conductor, to carry the show. Though their precision and skill were impeccable, it lacked the tonality and depth of a whole orchestra. Here were some random snaps.
The view when I just arrived... Quite a crowd! Never knew Singaporeans were so artsy for music, let alone orchestra-type stuff. That's Debby's head.
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Strangely.. my E71 photo capabilities got better after I dropped it twice yesterday. Quite a sharp photo ain't it? Me, Gaynor, Roman. Out of picture: Connie, Debby, Jingzhong
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The programme.. incidentally in the form of a laminated cardboard fan.
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A Pedicured Foot
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Oct 19th by Julian
I don’t think I’ll be dating anyone for a while. I don’t want to hurt anyone unnecessarily by doing or saying anything I don’t fully mean.
My heart just refuses to disengage. I thought I could shake it, but its like an irritating pop-up window virus than cannot be quelled. I reckon I’ll be like this for a while. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not weird or bothered, but I’m beginning to accept that it could remain as a part of me indefinitely. Everything else about me is what you see.
I wish I had a better idea to things, but I don’t. Dysfunctional as can be, there’s something very quaint and comforting as this “virus” continues to spread and multiply within me.
It’s not just the fitness that returned. I think I’m going back to being the hopeless romantic I was in the days I still read trashy novels. I can now understand why cousin David sworn off to singlehood. For some things in life, there really are no such things as plan Bs, seconds, or alternatives.
Current song: “Return to the heart” by David Lanz.
Girl-in-a-jar, I’ll willingly be your Sirius Black if that was as best things could get.
Oct 13th by JulianChick, Under-developed Bird-Brain… Get it?
And you thought Real Slow Miss Singapore World Ris Low was bad.. Get a load of these S Factor girls!
OMG! Shit for brains! I used to think Xue Sha was hot when I was first introduced to her at a bash I held years back. I got her number back then, and thinking back as to why she never really reciprocated my advances was a matter of intelligence, or the lack thereof.
Oct 05th by JulianTradition is a long-running convenient excuse for the failure to innovate.
Oct 03rd by JulianMom’s conversation during the slow traffic still resonated in me, and I had this super bizaare dream last night. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing bad or satanic about Kevin Kern and Jim Brickman music – in fact the latter is a great composer for Christ, but well I’ve been sleeping great and soundly the past few nights, yet my dreams are so WAARPED!
Last night I had this dream that I was in Dragonfly (at St James Power Station) with an non-distinct person, who apparently does development banking or something, and on a loose tongue as she was drunk, told me about her top investor, whom she didn’t know to be my father. And apparently… that my father was an underground tycoon, who fathered 20 children with 4 women, and only 1 was a legitimate son (which is me), and that he does a mundane job during the day as a cover up for his massive wealth, stored in gold, and that he pays for all his investments in gold bars!!! WTF.. I’m so gonna tell Dad about this dream. I’m less enthusiastic about finding out who these 19 siblings are, than wanting to see that gold stash! LOL!
Moving on… or rather, getting back to what I was saying about Mom’s conversation resonating with me, during traffic jam today, I deduced that, The One, is someone I can be endlessly passionate and fascinated about, and quoting from Hot Rod Movie (starring Andy Samburg), not “someone who’s orifices I’d endlessly think about”. I’m starting to make sense of the statement, “False heat is no substitute for real warmth”. There’d be so much more about The One that I’d probably not even be bothered about sex! And that, if I should even get to spend time with The One, it’d be the greatest moments in my life, that if I had to die the same evening or next day, I’d die with no regrets, because I’d feel like I’ve lived my life to the fullest.
Oct 02nd by JulianWhen you truly love someone, you will be kind, nice and caring to this person without expecting anything, not even sex, in return.
During the drive, Monster Mom also educated me on her thoughts on the differences between true love, and physical intimacy. The former being, you don’t even need to constantly be aware of what your “other half” is up to, and constantly be in contact, to feel the same good way about him or her, and you’re able to join her in happiness over something that didn’t turn out the way you preferred it to. In the latter, a momentary lapse of contact is sufficient to wreck havoc on the relationship, or worse, summon up mutual nonchalance.
My Dad ever fell quite ill when around my age, when a sudden arthritis affliction put him out of condition for a while. And Mom said she persisted in the relationship even though my grandparents encouraged her to find someone better, or of better health rather. She said that was love. But what that’s where I questioned whether it was old time’s sake + pity.
Oct 01st by Julian