New Layout

I can’t help feeling that my previous layout look damn stupid and I eventually activated the layout I prepared long ago to freshen up the site. It does look much better now. It is not a major makeover but at least the crocodile looks more decent. Anyway, I haven’t been, and won’t be updating my blog that frequently because of exams, just like everyone else here. The reason why I am doing it now is that today is a Friday and tomorrow is a rest day.

In fact, I would have been able to slack off for the next 5 days but I chose not to (I realised 14 students did manage to slack off). I thought I wouldn’t bother to study if I was left on my own, so I might as well attend school. This time, the exam extends itself all the way to the beginning of November so I wouldn’t be very free till then. Seriously, having been through that few years of crap, then landing in the current situation have not been easy but now that you are just a few steps away from ending it, you start to have some reservations because you have no idea how your life is going to proceed later.

At the very least, you know who is manipulating you at the current juncture of time and you might not actually mind that at all. However, once you enter that ‘somewhere else’, you got to ‘re-adapt’, a very complex and troublesome process that drains away quite some portion of your energy that could have been spent repairing that few cornea cells that you have on your left eye, or save enough glucose so that you don’t have to take in that extra bar of chocolate. Very energy consuming indeed.

At the very end of everything, you asked yourself about the significance of your presence and you find lots of them – but they are all words of the others. You are allowing others to define you. Cut the philosophy part and what I am trying to say is that we realised that we have not been ourselves. We have been living for others and perhaps even living somebody else’s life. Too bad, I shall say. We are limited by the system, the nation, everyone around us.

It is irritating to have such feeling. There’s always junctions when you have to stop, find out more about what others think and all the conventions you are to follow before treading on ned grounds. It is scary. I am afraid, it is now impossible to truly be yourself. You probably can do it in the sub-urb; no one would give a damn about you, or you can do it in the rural areas; others probably support you to do that. But eventually, when there’s a system in place, you have no choice but to conform. You can try changing the system, or challenging the authority and end up like the protagonist of George Orwell’s novels. Very Sad.

Hilarious

Lots of funny stuff out there other than the one peanut on Mib’s blog. You all have to go check out the “iPod Flea” advertisements that really rocks. This parody is done so professionally that I think they should be employed by Apple somehow to liven the Apple’s advertisements themselves.

And talking about advertisements, Opera Browser have finally decided to tap on their popularity and go freeware. Now I would say it is on par with Firefox in its attractiveness but user volume is another thing.

Then Bingyuan is once again stirring up a discussion with his “36 Methods of Mathematical Proof” article, which he probably koped from somewhere else. I told it was pretty funny but the length causes people to lose interest in the whole thing and eventually forgot that they set out to read a joke.

I rarely read Leonard’s blog – he don’t really updates it anyway – but when I do, I always find something pretty interesting. Here it is. I thought it is quite an interesting parallel. But I don’t think Charles have to age to remarry again.

More funny stuff. There is actually a bill coming in that allows prosecution of commuters who cheat the ez-link bus fare by ez-ily tapping the machine before their destination and ez-ily get off the bus without being caught ez-ily because they are not so ez-ily tracked. See Mr Brown’s article on this.

Enlightenment

Studying have been taxing – I would consider blogging as a break. So many stuff happened as I was somehow away. I was watching stuff happening one by one: Dengue Madness, Bloggers charged for racism, More people contracting Dengue, iPod Nano came out, Mib using Canon camera and so on. Big happenings. But I refused to comment. I am enlightened.

That doesn’t mean I have evolved into a God or something. I am simply enlightened for a brief period of time – a little longer than average persons, but nonetheless, not anymore. I shall explain the mechanism of enlightenment. Enlightenment is actually the sudden realisation of some kind of truth – usually interpreted to be the ultimate truth – and this realisation didn’t struck you; it is a collection of your experience and your deductions made throughout your life. We all become enlightened, for a brief moment, frequently, throughout our lives. And each time, the realisation is different, more sophisticated with age as experience forms theories and established theories about the society becomes laws.

When we ponder hard enough over something, and finally decide to give up on it, we sometimes receive the Truth at the particular juncture of giving up or breaking off. That is when you are enlightened. I can’t quite remember the Truth that I realised but I simply knew it came, and it lingered around for a while. And when it does linger around, we will start thinking – what should we do with this Truth – for we all know we are powerless to change anything at that point. Eventually, we find that being enlightened is simply too hard and we lapse back into reality, where we are much more comfortable: interacting with familiar faces, dealing with life problems. We live life normal again. As soon as we ‘regain’ position in our lives, we forget about this time when we are enlightened.

So why do people give up being enlightened? What so hard about it? It is hard, because the Truth is not expected, totally surprising and doesn’t fit into our mindset. We simply cannot agree that whatever came to us is the Truth. During the lingering period (length varies with persons), we think about verifying the Truth, or try to ignore it but failed (those who were successful lapse back into reality). Then we (at least for me) can’t manage to find fault with this information presented to us. We finally accept it. But after a period of living with it, we are still uncomfortable. So I finally gave up, along with another few millions of people around the universe. Some probably got it then shrug it off immediately. Others find it too absurd for their understanding.

We, everyone of us, are nothing great. We are always presented with opportunities to do whatever sort of thing. Even to be enlightened, but we don’t have such capacity for greatness. Hence, we continue with such life. So do I, just like Mib, we continue to conform to the laws of the nation the societal conventions, the tradition limitations, the customary restrictions, and the other ridiculous threats.

Now, it is back to work. By the way, a new layout is coming up for Propagator. Do look out for it soon. I still have some issues with the shoutbox. Probably won’t include it in the new design.

Final Rush

Haven’t been blogging because we, students are now preparing for the final rush. I probably wouldn’t be blogging at all for the next 2 month so don’t expect any updates soon. I’ll be coming up with a new design here to incorporate my design for a few new and pretty nice sites I have designed for my projects.

This final rush that we are all in for would take roughly another month, ending sometime early November. Hence, this blog can be considered ‘shut’ for the next 2 months. We still have no ideas for erpz.net. So I guess the frontpage would linger for a long time – it looks nice anyway. Bye, for now!

On MSN

You know talking on MSN can pose quite a lot of problem. When you are not looking at the person, you’d feel strange when you are telling a joke and you can’t see the response. Then you probably go, “LOL”, or “Bleah”. Or maybe you decide to invent your own ‘random’ expressions – like “Vookibookk”, “Voogunihsabunda”.

Or perhaps others that do not start with ‘V’, like “Juulorubo” or most importantly, terms that cannot be pronounced, “Xusnaiur”. Then, you can give it a pronunciation yourself and no matter how well others may think they can read it, you say it’s wrong. And if you are really happy, you can fiddle with some punctuation and then you get stuff like “!Xusyllaernaiur”.

I was really inspired by this guy I was talking to, on MSN. He goes by a strange name, and a rather interesting appearance and [almost] commented that: “This dumb looking blog wif (sic) some green creature on the right muz (sic) be owned and authored by some dumb good-for-nothing guy who has nothing better to do in his damned boring life”. I must say…I agree with him absolutely!

Youngsters these days are really funny on MSN. They go “bleah” or “LOL” for almost everything that you tell them before giving their actual reply. It is as though they are having hiccups on MSN (except they don’t go ‘hic’)! And they substitute some of the most important key words used for communications with these ‘random expressions’. Here’s an example:

Vib: Hi, long time no chat

*Insanity: bleah -> ‘Bleah’ here meant: “Oh, hi!”

Insanity: Who are you?

Vib: Oh, it’s me. Vib.

Insanity: bleah. is that so? -> ‘Bleah’ here meant: “Vib. I haven’t talked to you?”

********
I don’t think you want to know the contents here.
********

Vib: Bye then!

Insanity: bleah -> ‘Bleah’ here meant: “Bye then. See ya!”

*Insanity happens to be the nick of the guy I earlier mentioned. Interesting.

You see, these teens are really good at saving time (and words). Just one word to replace so many. We don’t really need languages anymore. *LOL* (Followed by a series of ‘bleah-ccups’) MSN is really a interesting place to hang out if you have sufficient contacts like these – and I really mean ‘Insanity’. I owe you one for giving me the inspiration to type all these crap. I think you should also go and start a blog so that you have a chance to open fire at this post of mine.

Hotmail Space

After more than a year of waiting, my hotmail account finally grew in capacity. As you can see, it grew from a pathetic 2MB (that has been lurking around for the past 5 years), to the current 25MB. This is good enough for me since I don’t usually store large mails in my account, given the original low capacity.

Hotmail

Hotmail have been trying to increase the capacity of their users following Yahoo’s explosive increase from the original 6MB to the good-enough 200MB (for a brief period, it was 100MB) and then to the unbelieveable 1GB (which could be considered a response to Gmail). The emergence of Gmail really changed the free email provider landscape on the Internet. Hotmail have been a little biased. I know of users with 250MB capacity – free. So my 25MB is considered nothing.

Mis-perception

Something tells you that the image of your school is seriously distorted and miscomprehended by the public when you step into a the lift with an old lady and an old man, in your school uniform and hear the following:

Old Lady: ‘Ah Lao ah, eh tuk ji eh ou deng eh huk sei tia tio xi ho kia.’ (Literally means: ‘Husband, can study in this school, this student must be very good child.’)

There was no one else in the lift and the lady was pointing to the wall near me so I assumed she was talking about me.

Old Man: ‘Orrr!’

The lift stopped at their destinated storey.

Old Lady: ‘Ho kia.’ (Literally means: ‘Good child’)

She seems to be pointing at me to her old man again. Then they left the lift.

I am bewildered. Was I flattered? Am I supposed to be happy or sad? For my school or myself? Or should I first applaud the efforts of our publicity department? As mentioned earlier, there are lots of contradiction between reality and perception of the public. I am not really surprised in the first place – it is just the kind of credit that is ‘credited’ wrongly. I admit the world is confusing and basically absurd, but this seem out of societal norm. Perhaps I am wrong – the society is like this: facade, fakes, nonsense, lies. I certainly hope we don’t have to be like that to continue to survive in this world.

By the way, to all teachers in the world – Happy Teachers’ Day. I would like all teachers to take note that they should correctly reflect the society to the students while in the classroom. Some may say it is too cruel or that the students aren’t mature enough to understand the world – but that simply drive students into confusion and even maddness when they see the real world. In any case, thanks all who have taught me and misleaded me into thinking that the world is kind and nice.

From China

Got some photos from China, from Yunnan and Hainan (From Leonard). I suggest you guys take a look at Leonards’ China Signs. It is really funny.

As for mine, I mentioned I shot 300 over photos but I only uploaded roughly 14, on my flickr. Here they are. Perhaps because I was anxious to get the shots, I realised that the pictures I took this time isn’t really that good. In a way, this series is more like a go for quantity than quality. Majority of the photos (out of the 300), were taken on the bus, and because I didn’t really have the time to think before I shoot, the quality is somewhat compromised.

Fun with Sketching

Not the boring sabbatical that does absolutely nothing, but a nice blog that discuss issues seemingly pertinent to all our lives since we are all Singaporean(s) [students]. If I am not wrong, this is a WACOM tablet powered webcomic: The Students’ Sketchpad. I must say the stuff there are really well-drawn and there’s also interesting content.

Sketchpad

There tonnes of Singapore students out there expert in Arts, and I am quite sure I won’t be able to outdo them in practical arts, so I think I am better off in the Academic Arts stream in future. Then I will once again fall into the trap and become another student manipulated by the ministry as mentioned in one of their comics. I will be fooled to participate in the mini-education-ratrace and be following the ‘syllabus’ and tricked by the ‘charisma’ of the teachers into entering the politically-correct carreers such as doctors, lecturers, teachers, lawyers (not as welcomed), accountants and engineers.

Hey, artist these days get paid quite well. Of course, you have to be really good. And using a WACOM tablet and illustrating such comics probably means professionalism in Singaporean context. Nah, don’t fault me for over-generalisation – Singaporeans are like that. ‘Not all the Hwa Chong type are very Chinese’ – a statement to counter the Singaporean-styled generalisation that Hwa Chong people are always Chinese-type.

This advertisement is brought to you by Vib – do go and take a look at that blog.

Further Findings (3 September 2005):

I realised that they aren’t using WACOM, they are working with a tablet. I guess I was acting a little too pro when I made that guess. I found out the truth here.

黄色丝带

这是我交上我校文学创作比赛,落榜的作品。没什么,只是希望能与大家分享。这属于微型小说。

夜晚,悬挂灯下。钢笔在纸上来来回回,写出了心中的话:“阿珍,再过一周,我就出狱了,你要是愿接受我的话,就请在镇外那棵老松树上挂起黄色的丝带。要是不愿接受我的话,那就算了。。。” 搁了笔,心想:好久没写字了,手指感觉麻麻的,就不必太长了,她没接受我的念头,也看不下去。

阿财再多一周,就能出狱了。他望着那灯泡所发出,黄色的光;他决定在出狱那天,程着公车,往回家的路去,要是在镇外看见那充满黄色丝带的老松树,就在镇里下车,回到妻子,与儿子身边。要不,就程着那似乎马不停蹄的公车,到世界的另一的角落过崭新的生活。虽说是这样决定,但阿财还是放不下那八岁大,重未见过的儿子。心里最深处还是期望着妻子阿珍会接受这做了八年牢,受了八年牢苦折磨的粗人。他把信收好,准备明日交给那监狱官,用点小钱收买那贪虫,替他把信寄出去。

时间是美妙的,一周悄悄地过去了。这一日,阿财在八年前,确实很期待,但到了这一天,他却没感觉一丝的欢喜。他抱着唯一的希望 – 妻子会在松树上,挂满黄丝带。也或许,那是个负担 – 他犹豫着,忧虑着,担心结果不如他所求。那将是失望,一种无法形容的悲痛,而他得带着它去过那新生活,那陌生,却也充满机会的新开始。下午。天气决不非常,但空气,却似乎格外清新;这点阿财也注意到了,不禁深呼吸了几次,才肯往公车站走去。

周围的环境,与他入狱时,没两样,只不过墙上的漆淡了些,公车站也是如此。等车的人不多;这监狱离住宅区很远,探狱的人也没几个。通到此处的公车,更是寥寥无几:就只两辆,比起等车的四个人,可少一倍。那其余三人内,一位也是刚被放出来的男子,而另两个大概是刚入狱罪犯的亲属吧。384号公车来了,那将是带他走向人生新一个旅程的车。

“刚放出来呀?打算回家吗?”那披头散发,看似有二十出的男子道。他就坐在阿财的后面,突然这么问,唤醒了正想着接下来该怎么的阿财。

“回家看看,家人不接受我,就到别处去。”阿财已习惯长话短说;做过牢的人,没一个是好的,跟他们说这么多干嘛。但结果还是经不起纳闷,再添了一句:“你呢?要到哪去的?”

“我呀?孤儿嘛,无家可归,看镇里有落脚之处,就安定下来。我被关了五年啊。想想,这五年来,吃喝住宿都有别人包办,出来了,感觉有点不自在。哈哈,真是好笑,这一天不知期待了多久,现在又。。。”话好像还没说完,就被阿财打断了。

“你可好,无牵无挂,我有妻有儿,放不下。”说了便望着路旁一棵棵的大树在窗外闪过。外头的风,把一片秋黄的树叶,吹到阿财的手中。他笑了,这是他在这八年来,首次真诚地笑。那男子用手拍了拍阿财的肩膀,问到“怎么啦?感触那么多?妻儿怎么啦?关了八年没见到呀?”

“八年啦,他们没一次来看过我。这么久了,他们要是能接受我,便会在镇外那棵老松树上挂起黄色的丝带。那我就回家,要不就。。。” 阿财把手掌合起来,紧紧地握着那树叶,又往窗外看了。

“喂,这还真有趣。我陪你一起等吧,祝你好运啦!不如告诉大家,一起等呀!”说完便在车上传着阿财的故事。没想到这故事感动了大家,连公车司机也兴奋地驾着车,好像恨不得想看这故事的结局似的。这时车上多了一个青年,那男子忍不住,又把故事重复了一次,挑起了青年的好奇心。弄得那青年缠着阿财,要他说出那段往事。山路崎岖,公车跳动着,阿财说出了自己的经历。大家都听得入神,呆呆地望着阿财。

窗外出现了一个小市集还有一座座的小屋;公车渐渐接近小镇了。瞬时间,车上的人都变得紧张,司机也更小心地开车。“喂,这里那棵老松树还有多远呀?”那青年不禁大声地问道。“不远了,该快到了吧。”阿财自己也紧张起来了,用手指抚摸着掌中的树叶,看着周围的环境。这地方改变了好多,自己也不怎能认出来,但那老松树的样子,他绝对忘不了。路旁的妇女看着他,好像认出了他,想向他说什么似的。她们手中牵着的孩子则傻傻地望着阿财。

现在已是傍晚了,天空染上了一层橙红色。阿财想起了当初的事:当时已入中年,生意失败,为了还债,被迫走私毒品。判入狱的那天,妻子怀着七月的身孕,似乎想跟他说些什么的样子,失望地望着他,看着警车把丈夫带去。是因讨厌他而不去探狱吗?阿财低下头,看着手中的树叶,安慰自己:大概是为养家没时间吧,八年来,辛苦她了。“是不是那儿呀?那儿没有棵老松树呀!阿财,你自己看吧!”司机想快上前看,兴奋得用力压着加速板,使公车直往前冲。

阿财这时继续低着头,不知是不敢看那老松树,还是公车的速度太快,头抬不起来 – 就像过山车上的乘客。那青年激动地呐喊“怎么这儿建了一栋房子?老松树没了!”公车停了,大家见阿财还低着头,都静静地等待,不知下一刻会有何事发生。阿财这才慢慢地抬起头,看着那栋大房子;他慌了,急忙冲下车。老松树已被砍除,矗立在它位置的是盏街灯,正发出与监狱里灯泡一样的黄光。一个影子出现在阿财脚低,阿财抬头一望:是个一手牵着小男孩,另一手持着条黄色丝带的妇女 – 阿珍。阿财露出了八年来的第二个微笑。车上的人欢呼了,特别是那位青年。阿财的泪水溢出眼眶,滴在手中的树叶上。