Archive for April, 2009


April 27, 2009

Am I really posting about nothing at all, just for the sake of updating? For the sake of pretense, for worthless self-affirmation? Or am I writing this to distract myself,  just the littlest possible bit, from the work I’ve to eventually do, in a fit of knowing-it’ll-come-back-and-bite-me-in-the-ass self-punishment?

I’m disappointed with myself for having written down a comprehensive list of things to do, resolved to do them over the weekend, and comprehensively not do them. Yay for secondary school slacker culture and JC nobody-gives-a-damnness!

Interesting KI debate today. It didn’t go very well for either side, but pretty darn good for us three judges =D Shan’t bore you with the dtails; suffice to say, KI is still rollicking good fun (OH NOEZ, TEST TOMORROW HOW); yes, it’s still all good.

~~~~I’m going into random life rambling here, so, yes, do feel free to stop~~~~

Teengames and ACS(I) dunnowhat competitions coming up over next two weekends, =D. And Labour Day weekend is going to be such excellent fun. Teengames +ACS(I) + Teengames again + Jazz concert + Sunday +It’s monday again and the week PI is due.

Unscheduled PW rant: PW can go die for real. Terrible, disgusting topics this year; Singapore is much too safe a place and the Ministry of Home Affairs is still sneakily using PW to get students to do their work and think of potential threats (probably because of money-saving budget cuts eh?) Won’t say much about conservation (although, if you ponder for a moment, what’s something, anything, that you would deem worthy of conserving in Singapore?)

Where was I? Oh, yes, competitions wheeee! And, erm, tired. Off I go lalalalalala.


ORA walk-a-jog-a-thon?

April 18, 2009

What the dickens is a “thon”? Supposing, of course, that “walk-a-jog” is a verb.

Anyway, went to school for Raffles Fest(is that what it’s called now?) and cooked in the sun. Still can’t play Ultimate because of injured knee [frustration]. And, that’s about what I did in school. Went down to Orchard for a very pleasant lunch and acquired the Oxford Companion to Philosophy, second edition; 85% off $120.

[mood: contented]

Procrasti-nation — Population:1

April 17, 2009

Good news: Finally started on PI
Bad news: 12 hours till it’s due
Worse news: I’m blogging
Worster news: Chinese zuo4 wen2


April 12, 2009

Hey jingxian

you know yesterday night i didn’t sleep

i did proposal until 8am this morning

then i slept till 2pm

then later at 4+ slept again

then now’s the interesting and uncanny part

I dreamt of running from zombies with you in a hospital


then there were lightsabers and whatnot

roffffle. i’m honoured

and an old man who was giving us hints on where to escape then suddenly just turned on us and i killed him with a lightsaber

wtffffffffffffffffff. i’m srsly laughing

then after that more zombies came then you went to hide in a disabled toilet

then i went to hide in a toilet cubicle then suddenly i woke up neck pain cos i slept on the sofa

The wonders of instant messaging indeed.

and now for something completely different

April 9, 2009

and so, the greatest British comedy sketch brings us to today’s topic, (albeit in a tortuously circuitous yet still painfully funny manner;) : human life’s definition by an “overwhelming terror of annihilation”; the meaninglessness of life and the inevitability of death

But first, why; I find myself increasingly less adept (as if that were possible) at creative production, and furtherly unaccomplished in the realms of sci-ence (now, this be shocking[!]). So I paint myself into the figurative, sticky, small corner of “humanistic thinking” and philosophy. Or, as a fellow Philosophy Circle participant put it, mental masturbation. Now, that’s philosophy. (and, yes, the first session of Philosophy Circle was good. Now we’ll see if I’ll ever get to take a peek at Writer’s Guild)

Roundabout life updates are continued HERE: Blank stares of incomprehension to rival a vegetarian zombie’s are still the standard response to thermal physics tutorials. Unwelcome sensations at nine in the evening indicate a seriously whacked body rhythm (I mean, like, dude. Who, like, sleeps, y’know, before, like, two in the morning?) Wants to go out some time with friends and just chill with nothing to do for a whole day, but doubt that’ll happen. Will settle for a few good hours of ultimate.

So, back to the issue. Let’s begin with a quote from Cicero: “to philosophise is to learn how to die”. In other words, to live well, to live the good life, is to live a life prepared for the inevitable outcome. By learning to die, and without fear, one unlearns how to be a slave (to the material distractions of the world, or inventions of afterlives engineered to escape death’s stranglehold). Neither temporary oblivion nor longing for immortality will hold any more allure.

Interrupt for SLEEP. If you happen to be reading, here are a few questions to ponder:

1) Stoicism (Google it) and “he will live badly he who does not know how to die will”; tranquility and calm in the face of death

2) What,  then, do YOU think is the good/right/noble/etc life? Is it living free of slavery to fear of death? Living free of slavery to all kinds of fear? For isn’t it fear that gives us pause, that makes us stop to reconsider?

3) If so, then consider now the existentialist. Is the way to live then being true to yourself? Is there but one path with obstacles and triumph, success and failure each in their parts? And is the best way to live to tread that very path, to do as (your) nature cries out to?

4) And then. The nobles ones. The compassionate ones. The altruistic ones. Those who give your lives and yourselves, your ambitions and your effort into others. The ones who give up their lives to be the listening ear at three in the morning. The ones who never get married in order to teach their students. Are they too afraid of living their own lives, and finding a natural path that leads to failure, that they would rather lead other lives? To invest in others in order to face one’s own.

Note: and it’s getting increasingly incoherent and unintelligable, compounded by the fact that it’s written, not dialouged. So, forgive me. Will try to work on it.

Blogger Bashdoard

April 1, 2009

Xian reflexively clicks on Blogger instead of WordPress.

about a minute ago · Comment ·

Signs of computer overuse may include:

1. Muscle memory of keyboard shortcuts and locations of bookmarks in bookmark list

2. Excessively fast touch-typing ability

3. Stumbleupon use

5. Sleep-deprivation derived befuddlement; inability to count to four.

Perhaps I am, slightly. And perhaps all of the above (typing test included) are contributing to th—why am I wasting thought, life, and, most important of all, precious sleeping time?


  • Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
  • The Prince, Niccolò Machiavelli
  • KI Textbook, lent to Chee Yeow
  • Draft of a PW PI Draft, [unprintable adjective] PW tutor
  • Math, Physics, Chemistry tutorials, subjects certain classmates are “catching up” on despite being ahead of the lecturers

Actually- gonna-do-list:

  • Sleep
  • A few chapters of Wuthering Heights and The Prince
  • Frisbee
  • Facebook
  • Sleep
  • Frisbee
  • CTL
  • Facebook
  • Sleep
  • Frisbee (friendly against ACS(I) at West Coast)
  • Disciple
  • YM
  • Facebook
  • Sleep
  • Church
  • Slack
  • Facebook
  • Realise PW homework is due in 15 hours
  • Sleep