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Travel Blog

Koalas and Kangaroos, Penguins and Black Swines

Note: This photo was taken in 2007 using my point-and-shoot camera during our trip to Australia.  I needed to make a short speech on one of my holidays in Spanish.  Panic, I have started writing in simple 5th grade English and hoped to translate this piece of writing into Spanish on the way to my class.  That did not work out.

I wanted to visit Australia because I love koalas.  I love koalas because they are cute. But I read that they can be quite fearsome.  Their claws are sharp and some of them carry sexually transmitted diseases.  They move slowly.  Fortunately there are no leopards or snakes in Australia.  Otherwise, koalas are easy targets.  They would have been extinct by now.

Koalas are driven to the blink of extinction because of their low sex drive.  I wonder if taking the blue pills would help them to procreate better.  Koalas love to hug trees, only eat one type of leaves – eucalyptus leaves.  I read that eucalyptus leaves are poisonous, like drugs.  That is why it takes the koalas a long time to digest.  That is why most of the time they look stoned, as though they are high on drug.  I like their evolved siblings – wombats.  Once upon a time, wombats had collectively decided to diversify their dietary, to live on the ground, and to make love not on trees.  This seems to be a more successful strategy.  If you look at the butt of a wombat, you may mistake it as a koala.  That was why Cynthia got me a wombat soft toy during her first visit to down south when I specifically asked for a koala.

Australia has a lot of sun, very little water.  Cynthia and I have visited a national park.  When we saw a herd of kangaroos running across a valley, I jumped out of the car in excitement and took out my small point and shoot camera.  By the time my camera was ready for action, the kangaroos had disappeared into the charcoal coloured bushes.  There had been a recent forest fire due to dry weather.  But that did not stop me from admiring the animals of the wild.  I was brought up in a city. Most animals I see are served as food on my dining table.  I have tried eating kangaroo meat.  It is tough.  It does not taste like chicken.  I have a theory that everything except beef, pork, and fish tastes like chicken – such as snake.  In fact, kangaroo meat does not taste like anything at all.

It was Chinese New year.  And we visited a casino by a river.  Outside the casino there were tents with pigs inside.  One pig was black in colour and it got me excited.  I thought that all pigs were pink, like in the cartoons.  That black swine had big tits, many tits.  And she fed milk to piglets of black and of pink.  I was moved.  I could see racial harmony in Australia down to the animal level.

I love our trip to Australia because I got to drive a car along the Great Ocean Road.  Seeing those gigantic rocks by the ocean gave me an urge to paint in oil.  I could see rocks in the shape of koalas.  I think that is how the Australians name those rocks – 12 Koalas.  I tried to count.  But I could only find nine.  When we drove in Australia, I tended to stop whenever I saw a koala, waiting patiently for it to move.  Most of the time, they curled up like a ball and did nothing.  I stood up like a statue and did nothing.

Little Penguins are one and a half feet tall, weight about one kilogram.  At sunset, we were hiding in the dark together with the rest of the tourist, braving the cold drizzling rain, and waiting for the penguins to arrive at the shore.  When the little army of Little Penguins appeared, my heart cried in joy.  I was told that the penguins would return to their burrows and procreate.  I was happy for them.  When we left the park, I did a check underneath the car as advised in order to avoid running over a penguin by mistake.  I was disappointed when I saw none.  If I did, I would have picked it up and hide it inside the car boot.  Little penguins are like chickens, birds that cannot fly. Since its conservation status is “least concern”, I doubt Green Peace would mind if I keep one at home.  We were not allowed to take photographs.  So we bought a postcard instead.

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Click Me To Rooney

Dear readers, here is where I really need some help from you.  For real.  From now till end of the month, click onto the short link below and share it with as many people as you can possibly harass.  The more people know about my post, the better the chance I am to meet Wayne Rooney in an all expenses paid trip to Manchester sponsored by Tiger Beer.  I will get to drink Tiger Beer with him and play dart games.  I hope he will help to hook me up with David Beckham, whom I really want to meet in real life.  I want to meet Beckham’s wife too.  On TV, Victoria looks really stunning.  I am a big fan of Spice Girls.  I wonder if Victoria could hook me up with the rest of the spicy girls and sing me “Wannabe”.  If they do, I don’t mind if Rooney tucks along with me.  To make my dream comes true, here is the short link that Tiger Beer keeps track of how many are clicking:

http://bit.ly/wilfrid4tiger

 
I am from Asia and in my tradition, when we meet someone overseas the first time, we bring something from our home country as a gift.  Since I have put aside my budget to purchase clicks from Google AdSense (not that I don’t trust you guys, just in case the clicks fall short you know), I have no money to buy a gift for Rooney.  Instead, since I draw, I have painted him a picture.  One that I am going to ask Tiger Beer to frame for me so that it will look better on the UK tabloids, when I get to present him the painting in person.

Tiger Beer wants to know how I am similar to Tiger Football Champion Wayne Rooney.  When I get older, I want to be a millionaire, just like Rooney.  Since I have way more hair then he does, I reckon I will have some time before I reach his age today.  I am an up and coming artist and celebrity (I think) and I enjoy watching football.  And I am as smart as Paul the Octopus.  I too knew that Spain would win the World Cup.  When Spain won the UEFA Cup, I started learning Spanish.  When Spain won the World Cup, I renewed my interest in learning Spanish.  ¡Hola amigo, clic en el enlace por favor!  Compártelo con tus amigos.  ¡Muchas gracias!

http://bit.ly/wilfrid4tiger

 
The real reason why I am similar to Rooney lies inside the video I have spent much time preparing.  I really want to credit my band members for the demo recording materials but I am quite sure that none of them wants to be associated with it.  It is more like a one off crazy thing we did.  The song excerpt is called “Unleash The Beast” and pardon my strong accent (I had sore throat the next day).  Unfortunately Tiger Beer does not give me much time to prepare for this blog post and so, I grab what I have.  Something like when the ball lands onto our heads, we just head it into the goal post instinctively, like Rooney does I suppose.  And I can argue with Tiger Beer later on the short notice.  I hope I won’t be red carded because of the strong language used in the video.  If you are underage, please turn off the volume or watch it with your parents (and ask them to spread and click onto my short link).

My post will be judged on presentation and creativity (60%) and buzz generation (40%).  That’s why I need your help to spread the words.  For those of you who are anticipating my weekend travel blog post, I am afraid I will need to postpone it to next week because this post has sucked all my energy I have for a weekend.  Sorry!  I hope this blog post is entertaining enough to make up for it.

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Linguistic

The Story Of A Boatman (La Historia Del Barquero)

This is my latest doodle titled “Boatman And A Girl Together With Other Parties“.  I have not been drawing for quite some time.  Drawing can be therapeutic.  Especially if you have a rough day at work (like mine today).  Each stroke scraps away a little bit of the trouble in your mind.  By the time you are done with your drawing, you would be so detached from the earthy frustration and glad that the time spent not thinking of it has turned into something tangible.  Something that brings a smile to your face.

Some of you may be bored of me going through in detail how I compose my drawings.  If you have been reading on my doodle series, it is the same old symbols and linkages and a picture within a picture.

What inspired this drawing is our recent Spanish class.  We were given a story in Spanish and were tasked to first form our individual opinion and then discussed and debated within the group in order to arrive at a common conclusion.  All in Spanish of course.  What intrigued me, out of this entire exercise, is how differently we think as an individual.  It comes down to our bearings.

The story goes something like this.  A young married girl was neglected by her husband who spent most of his time working.  And she was seduced by another man while her husband was away.  How far did she go?  She had spent a night at her lover’s place on the other side of the river.  In the next morning, she woke up early and planned to reach home before her husband returned from his business trip.  At the bridge, she was hassled by a dangerously looking mad man who refused to let her pass.  Panic, she had decided to take a boat in order to cross the river.  But she had no money with her.  And the boatman refused to take her across if she did not pay in advance.

She then returned to her lover’s home asking for money.  But he refused with no explanation.  As she left her lover’s home, she remembered a bachelor friend of hers living nearby and is in platonic love with her.  When she explained her situation to her friend asking for money and he refused.  Feeling utterly disappointed, the young girl had decided to reason with the mad man.  When she tried to cross the bridge, she was killed by the mad man.

So, in your opinion, of the six characters – the girl, her husband, her lover, the mad man, the boatman, and her friend – who is the most guilty one?  And how would you rank them from the most to the least guilty?

Our class spent much time debating, attempting to arrive at a common ranking order.  It was a fun exercise.  It reminds of one of the law books my sister read.  So full of bizarre scenarios that challenge the readers to decide who the guilty ones are.

For those who are learning Spanish, here is the story in the original text.

Una joven casada, poco atendida por su marido demasiado ocupado en sus negocios, se deja seducir y va a pasar la noche con su amante en una casa situada al otro lado del río.

Para volver a casa al día siguiente, muy temprano, antes de volver su marido que está de viaje, tiene que cruzar un puente, pero un loco haciendo gestos amenazadores le impide el paso.  Corre entonces hacía un hombre que se dedica a pasar gente con su barca.  Se monta, pero el barquero le pide dinero por el viaje.  Ella no tiene dinero y aunque le suplica desesperada, el barquero se niega a pasarla si no le paga por adelantado.

La joven vuelve a casa de su amante y le pide dinero.  Ã‰l se niega sin darle explicaciones.

Se acuerda de un amigo soltero que vive en la misma orilla del río y que siempre ha sentido por ella un amor platónico, aunque ella nuca lo ha querido.  La joven le explica su situación y le pide dinero.  Pero su amigo también se niega: se siente totalmente decepcionado.

La chica vuelve a hablar con el loco, pero él no cede y la amenaza otra vez.  Al final la joven decide cruzar el puente.  El loco la mata.

¿Quién es, en tu opinión, más culpable de la muerte de la chica?

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Fragments of My Dreams

Fragments Of My Dreams Episode 15 – A Song That Lingered

For close to a year, I have had dreamless sleep, which is unusual if you know me.  The night before, out of nowhere, Cynthia was conversing to me in purely Bahasa Indonesia.  I suppose once in a while, we have this innate desire to feel closer to our mother tongue.  I tried to hold a decent conversation with my limited knowledge of the language but soon, sleepiness hit us.  And I fell asleep.

It may not seem to be that coincidental when Cynthia’s brother Eric appeared in my dream, outside a hut or a hideout, under a hot sun, conversing with me in Bahasa Indonesia.  In this play, he whom I had not met before wanted to deliver an important message.  How could I, in my sleep, create dialogs of a foreign language convincing enough for me to recognize it as Bahasa Indonesia, I do not know.  The story goes something like this.  Cynthia and I were in some undisclosed locations ranging from a hut to a small urban city to a futuristic spaceship and what have you.  And one of the many bizarre things I did besides plotting to overthrow the incumbent militia was to gamble (!!).  In fact, I don’t even remember the act of gambling.  What I remember though was that this character Eric appeared and delivered a long speech in Bahasa Indonesia.  I referred Eric to Cynthia and later on, in a spaceship filled with blue light, he needed to borrow some cash from me.  For some strange reasons, in order to exchange my winning chips back to cash, I need to pay a commission in cash – a percentage of my winnings.  But I had no cash because I gave it to Eric.  I asked around and no one had spare cash to lend me.  Feeling helplessly frustrated at the chips worthed of $320,000 that could have been mine, I heard a song.

If you have watched Nana, the Japanese animation series, you may be able to better appreciate this part of the story.  I heard a song, a beautiful song.  My guitarist J in real life was playing in my dream, together with a friend of mine from my Spanish class (let’s call her B), on a stage, in front of an audience.  The guitar riff was minimalistic, the drum pattern was simple.  He was on the microphone and instead, that should have been me!  Cynthia – my real life bassist – and I were on our feet mesmerized by the performance – a scene tantamount to Nana and Nana watching Trapnest on stage.  At the same time, I felt as though my pride was hurt as I was not part of the performance, not part of the song creation process.

Maybe the song was not much of a song, no more than the meaningless dialog recited by Eric in my dream.  But I reckon if I was to grab my guitar in the middle of the night, I would be able to compose a song based on the fragments of a tune that lingered in my head.  Instead, I spent the whole day feeling melancholy, unable to get that tuneless song out of my head.

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Photography Travel Blog

First Two Days In Paris Was Colder Than We’d Anticipated

Time flies.  If I don’t get started documenting our travel journal, year 2011 may hit me before I know it.  June this year, we have visited France.  Like our trip to Spain last year, I am going to publish an article every weekend, until I run out of materials.

I am familiar with Paris.  When I was studying in UK, I spent my summer holidays staying with my relatives in Paris, helping them with their work and in my free time, I wandered the streets of Paris.  I have worked in Paris too.  And I have always wanted to bring Cynthia to Paris and show her the city inside out.  10 years we have been married, it seems like a destination long overdued.

Late June, we would have thought the weather was going to be sunny and warm.  We landed in Paris on a cold, cold morning of 9 degree Celsius.  Time to jiggle our plan a little bit and improvise.  Below are the options to read more about our first two days of the trip.

Here is a quick peep at a highlight of our photos.

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Diary

60km, S$90, 2 Toilet Seats I Installed With My Bare Hands

This post is dedicated to Mark’s Warden.  For she has showed me the way when no others could.  So, thank you.  This post, I hope, is the first and last time my toilet bowl is featured in my website.  The story begins with the heavy drilling noise from one of our neighbors one morning, when I was nursing my flu and onto the second day of my anti-biotic medication.  Another apartment bought and sold, another renovation to take place.  The dust that we had borne when the family next door had their home renovated, the incoming mess is going to be all over again.  And now, someone somewhere was hacking the floor, hacking the wall.  Two drillers at least.  I could feel the vibration.  The mechanical pulsation that no music regardless how loud could overcome or conquer.

The intense drilling sound did hit me with something else other than distraction.  It focused onto an inspiration that was incepted into my mind: Time to replace our broken toilet seats.  To do that, I had to remove the part of the seat that appeared to have glued to the toilet bowl.  I tried to remove it by brutal force with the back of a hammer.  It would not budge.  I then Googled for a solution.  Lo and behold, there are more than one YouTube videos on this very topic.  And you would think, who would spend time making such a trivial video?  Well, I thank the dudes who make them.

To uninstall a toilet seat, all you need to do is to unscrew two bolts from directly underneath the hinge.  You can even use your bare hands.  After I did that, I took some scientific measurements on every dimension I can think of, and then headed off to the address provided by Mark’s Warden.  I felt lifted as I sped away from the deafening drilling sound.

A toilet seat is just a toilet seat, yes?  Not so.  There are different brands, different shapes, different models from different eras.  I walked from shops to shops showing them the measurements.  But no one could understand.  No matter.  I had lunch around the area, much delighted by the delicious wanton noodle at Balestier Road.  After lunch, I drove home, Googled the address of the toilet distributor, and I headed to Balmoral Plaza carrying with me the broken toilet seat.  If there is one place I can replace my MaClaire toilet seats, that has to be it.  Yes?

Not when the office does not exist anymore.  Fortunately, Balmoral Plaza was not far from Balestier Road.  I walked into the first shop at Balestier Road with my decade old toilet seat.  One young and pretty girl with strong Thai accent greeted me with a smile and said, “Eeee, yours is so small!”.  I was taken aback as that was a comment I seldom encounter.  I replied, “Well, it is six and a half inches.”  “Really?” replied her.  “Yes, hole-to-hole,” I added.

Matching the hole-to-hole dimension is the first step (the distance between the bolts that hold the seat in place).  Unfortunately we could not find a matching shape.  “It is better if you can find the same brand,” she offered.  And so I attempted.  Walking from one shop to another, holding the toilet seat with me, like a detective, I was hunting for the MaClaire toilets.  Finally, I got a lead that a shop called Lookz carries the brand.  The good news was, I found the shop.  The bad news was, the car park was not nearby.

I parked the car, opened the car boot, and took out my old toilet seat.  Sigh.  So I was going to carry a toilet seat, through the public housing estate, and through the bus stop and row of shops full of people.  Look at the bright side, I saw a thick blanket of dark cloud forming from a distance.  If it rained, I could use the toilet seat cover as an umbrella.

Yes, I found the MaClaire brand selling at Lookz.  No, I could not find the exact match.  The friendly staffs were helpful in showing me that the difference was not significant.  They removed one of the display unit and set my old toilet seat onto their new toilet bowl.  “You see, it is just a bit wider.  Wider, more shiok!” the young handsome tall man said with a genuine smile.  The word shiok did it (shiok means extreme pleasure I think).  “How much does it cost,” asked I.  “S$55,” he replied.  “S$55?!  Best price please!  I am buying two.”  “Erm.”  “Cash!  I pay cash!”  A minute later, he returned with a discount price of S$90 for two and a smile, “This is soft closing.  Better than yours!”.

Looking back, I have no idea if I have paid too much or just about right.  I am happy that the seats are now fixed.  And I managed to sleep for an hour with the stereo symphony of the dual drilling machines from our neighbor upstairs or downstairs, I do not know.  I am unable to figure out.

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Announcement

Stand A Chance To Win A Norton Internet Security Software Today!

Avid readers of my website by now should know that whenever I host a simple contest here, you stand a very good chance to win.  Personally I like this contest because the underlying message is good.  If I have kids, I would dive straight into the free Norton Online Family, which I am going to share with you briefly in a moment’s time.  If you like what you read here, please share the link with your families and friends.  Meanwhile, email to me the answers to the following three questions by August 20, 2010 and stand a chance to win Norton Internet Security 2010 (upgradable to 2011).  Winners will be notified by Norton directly the following week.

  1. Have you had a negative online experience?
  2. What is your greatest fear when you are online?
  3. How do you keep yourself safe in the cyber world?

You may ask: what is a negative online experience?  Generally speaking, it falls into the following categories.

  • Downloaded a virus
  • Responded to an online scam
  • Saw violent /nude images
  • Someone they don’t know online has asked them to meet them in the ”˜real’ world
  • Receiving ”˜sexts’ from someone they don’t know

If you have kids at home, or know someone who has, you ought to check out the free Norton Online Family.  It helps you to understand what your kids are doing online, down to the search phrases they enter.  It also helps you to block sites of certain categories and limit the number of hours your kids spend online.  Alerts can be sent to you when there are activities that require your attention.  Where applicable, you can relax certain rules such as the number of hours spent online for that day or unblock a certain site as requested by your kids.  I believe it is less about control but more about being able to manage with the right information.

The immediate benefit I can think of is that you do not need to watch over the shoulders of your kids all the time.  Besides, survey shows that 6 in 10 parents do not always know what their kids see online.  With Norton Online Family, you can manage your kids’ online activity from a safe distance.  I reckon kids would appreciate parents who exercise transparency, interest in them, as well as good intend, yes?

Click here to visit the Norton Online Family.

Before I close off this entry, below are some advice for parents shared by Norton.  And don’t forget to send in the answers.  If you like what you read, do share the words.

  1. Regularly talk about online activities and show an interest
  2. Encourage your children to come to you if they experience anything unpleasant online
  3. Maintain up to date security software to protect your computer from any malicious software inadvertently downloaded
  4. Prepare kids for good or bad experiences
  5. Highlight the importance of thinking before clicking and downloading
  6. Use a browser search advisor to identify safe/unsafe sites
  7. Children need to know that their parents will listen and not blame or punish them when things go wrong online

External Link: Norton Online Family

Note: This contest is opened for those who are living in Singapore only.

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Action & Thriller Movie Reviews

Salt – It Is Angelina Jolie! Gasp!

What’s there to like about Angelina Jolie, Cynthia would ask.  Sigh.  Need I say, really.  Her lips?  Her sexy back?  Her Lara Croft come alive body shape?  Her guns and ass kicking action takes?  Well, none of the above; all of the above and more.

So I dragged Cynthia to watch “Salt” at our favorite cinema at The Cathay, with our friends, over the long weekend.  I love “Wanted” and in a strange way, “Salt” reminds me of that movie.  Must be the gun fight and action (and more).  I was genuinely led confused throughout a good portion of the movie.  “Salt” is action packed, from the very first frame.  It is a film about CIA and spy, Korea and spiders, US and Russia, nuclear war and a dog inside a backpack (OK, it is not that abstractly artistic, just in case you get the wrong idea).  Some parts of the film do not seem to make sense.  But it has sufficient feel good factors to keep us entertained.  And there are sufficient moments that move.

Yes, “Salt” is about vindication.  Bad guys must die.

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Game Reviews

Does The Single-player Aspect of StarCraft II Worth Your US$59.99?

I am not that into multi-player, as far as real time strategy games are concerned.  Even if purchasing directly from Blizzard Store means spending less, Starcraft II does cost more than the average PC games today.  So, is the money well spent?

Many friends asked me: Does Starcraft II play the same way as the original game that is 12 years older, merely as a graphic update?  For a start, this sequel does play like the old game.  But in a good way.  Playing Starcraft II is like cycling.  Once you are on a bicycle, even if you have not cycled for donkey number of years, when you start paddling, it is the good old feeling once again.  If you are new to the game, there are in-game tutorial videos to guide you through.  There are also an in-game reference guide listing of all the units, what their strength and weakness are.  If you have played the original game 12 years ago, in no time, you would start labeling your units and structures, issuing build and kill orders, and building up the defence and a balanced troop – much like a second nature to you.

To say that Starcraft II plays merely like the old game in all aspects is grossly a misconception.  There is a robust achievement system that encourage you to replay each mission with a harder setting or harder goals that are clearly defined .  In turn, achievement scores are earned.  I like this aspect a lot because getting through the plot is rather easy.  Playing a beautiful game is not.  While the achievement score means little other than an overall sense of satisfaction, there are mission credits that you can spent on permanently upgrading your units and structures and hiring mercenaries to fight with you.  There are also Zerg and Protoss research points for you to unlock useful abilities.  Abilities that require you to carefully decide based on the trade offs.  If you are not that into micromanagement for instance, go for passive benefits.

Starcraft II is an accessible game (which reminds me of World of Warcraft).  On normal setting, most of the campaigns are forgiving, except the time critical ones that may require you to up your thinking and execution speed.  There are often main objectives that you must achieve in order to progress.  And there are bonus objectives that are rewarding, but not a must to complete.  If normal setting is too hard for you, you can lower it to casual.  And if normal mode is too easy for you, there is a hard mode.  And there is a brutal mode too.  Completing the entire game in brutal mode will earn you a Sarah Kerrigan online portrait (and a lot of respect from the Starcraft gamers).

There are often multiple strategies that can lead to victory.  Each campaign showcases a new unit.  I must say, I only get to use that new unit a lot on that particular campaign.  Thereafter, I usually stick with what works best for me.  In my case, air domination.  I do at times feel bad that there are so many units that I don’t get to use besides that one campaign when they were introduced.  Perhaps single-player campaigns are training ground to the multi-player games?

Another point to note is that there are rare occasions that you may make a plot related decision that opens up a new mission while closing off another.  But fear not, you get to play these alternative missions after you beat the game.  Instead of progressing the plot in a linear manner like the original Starcraft, you get to take on different mission chains in the order you prefer.  Having said that, you must complete each chain before you can head for the final plot.  In that sense, the plot is still linear.  Just that you get to – most of the time – choose which mission comes first.

It is true that majority of the time you play as a Terran.  Starcraft II is in no way lesser than the original game in terms of the number of missions.  I enjoy the deeper story and character development.  On that note, I can understand why some may wish that the story develops in parallel with the other two races – Zerg and Protoss.

I in particularly enjoy watching the cut-scenes prior and after each mission.  Good story development remains as the strength of the Starcraft franchise.  The cinematic clips are beautiful.  And you get to watch them again and again once you have unlocked them.  The music is beautiful too.  There is a jukebox and it plays some Western music as well as rock music in the 70s (I think … and my favorite track is “Raw Power”).  There is much humor in the game.  I like that anything-but-unbiased UNN news broadcast a lot.

Depending on how good you are with this genre, total play time may vary.  I am not so good at real time strategy games.  I reckon I may have spent about 20 to 30 hours to complete the game in normal mode including reloading the mission in order to try another strategy.  Now that I have completed the game, I may spend some time to collect the missing achievement points on normal mode.  Unsure if I would try the hard and brutal mode but if you do, be prepared to put aside more time and effort.

Does the game worth my US$59.99?  Without a doubt.

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Diary

Cruising At The Speed of Snail, Lately

Lately, I find myself cruising at snail speed, on almost everything that I am doing, that I am planning to do.  Perhaps August is the month that is at the tail end of a summer holiday, but not quite near to the year end events such as Christmas celebration.  Or perhaps, I am feeling blah hit by cumulative blocks of things-not-moving.  When things are not moving, there seems to be a lack of liveliness.  Where there is a lack of liveliness, things do not seem to be as interesting.  Hence, blah.

Lately, I am reading a book on how to appreciate novels.  While the narration is lively, the topic is heavy, especially for those who are not trained in literature.  But I want to finish reading the book.  Because one day I may write a novel.  And I feel that this book is talking to me, on what to look out for, and how to construct certain things.  Things!  What things?  It is quite an ambition to cramp semesters worth of content into a book.  And therefore, I am reading it slowly.  At snail speed.

Lately, our Spanish teacher has moved onto another school, teaching younger children.  We had a farewell dinner at Bussorah Street.  It was my first time visiting that part of Singapore.  At one end of the street is a majestic mosque.  What a beautiful sight!  I wonder if this mosque allows visitors to enter, like the churches.  On top of my dinning table today are two Spanish exercise books that Cynthia and I have purchased.  They are still good as new.  Because they are new and untouched.  I know we have to find a way to make some real progress in our Spanish study, lest we may lose our momentum.  And I have been thinking lately.  Perhaps all we need is to write some crazy Spanish, speak some crazy Spanish, make some mistakes, a lot of mistakes, and learn from them.  It is hard to learn how to cycle if we are trying too hard not to fall, isn’t it?

Cycling in Singapore outside the designated areas is a crazy idea.  I have friends who are passionate in cycling, who think that it is OK to cycle on the roads here.  I too am passionate on cycling but I treasure my life.  Rarely do I see cyclists here giving hand signals when changing lanes.  Or turn on the lights – front and rear – in the evening.  If the Singaporean drivers cannot even take care of the motorcyclists on the roads, what make anyone think that it is safe to cycle on the roads that are meant for automobiles?  One evening, as I drove from my workplace to town, I saw a SUV blatantly went through a red light while the rest of the cars were waiting patiently for the green light.  A few junctions later, I saw a cyclist going through a red light when the light changed from green to red.  After making a turn, I saw a big truck crashed onto a yellow taxi.  All within no more than 2 kilometers.  Tell me, is it or is it not crazy to cycle in town?

Oh, one day, while I was driving, I saw a cyclist climbing the up slope of a slip road and that slip road would eventually lead to a highway.  I think there is a fine line between bravery and insanity.

Lately, I have not had the opportunity to jam.  And I miss my band.  Commitment is often not something we could demand from others, or even ourselves.  I get that.  It is because grown-ups have different life priorities.  Cynthia and I have been watching a Japanese anime series called “Nana”.  Yes, we can relate to the challenge of regrouping, or the desperation of finding a drummer.  I wish I could say in conviction that if Nana can do it, we too can do it!  But I am not a teen no more.

While the band is put on hold (or on a very slow progress, like sub-zero), I still have the desire to do a demo recording on the songs I wrote over the years.  I know in certainty that slowly, I will forget the songs bit by bit.  I suspect that like many things in life, this would probably take lesser time than I have anticipated.  So why not start now?

Lately, for some strange reasons, my life has turned geek.  Gaming aside, I had this huge episode with my network storage device that I have promised a friend who has helped in our rescue mission to write an entry here in order to commemorate our victory against all odds (I will, buddy!).  I have also bought a docking station that allows me to swap the hard disks with a push of a button, which I am still trying to get it to work the way I desire.  And I have bought a multimedia card that turns my computer into a TV console, which I am still unable to record the HD content (I doubt that I could).  And this evening, my friend has passed me this really funky, this expensively funky device that does more than merely a HDMI switch for trial, which I am digging deep into the features that suppose to enhance the picture quality while satisfying my explosive need of more and more HDMI inputs.  At times I wonder, when I get to the age of my mother today, would I be staring at the pieces of technological devices and ponder: What the heck are these things for?!

Lately, I have started to think about how much money I would need to put aside for a comfortable retirement in Singapore.  I think the calculation slows down to a snail speed when the figure reached six digits.  Like before and the rest, that calculation has to be put on hold.