I took the 179A express service to NTU t…

I took the 179A express service to NTU today.

It made me wonder why NUS doesn’t have a similar service for the most popular 96 service. Why isn’t 96 serviced by double-decker buses for that matter. 151 double-deckers run the same route as 96 in NUS so it can’t be the inclination.

Well, it could just be how NTU is serviced by a grand total of 2 buses and NUS has more? -shrug-

Retrospective: *Fizzle*…

3 years ago today…

Central library to Law to Business to Engineering to Arts isn’t the most efficient route. Leaving the house at 12.10PM will not get me to my class in Arts by 1PM. What a way to start the first tutorial for NM – missing it totally. I’m simply too tired, too late, too disinterested.

Too many nights spent out, too much money spent. I guess I need to take a break from all this night activities before I truly burn out or get really broke. The chalet will probably be the last big event for everyone to chill; after that, I really need to concentrate on my work, don’t really want to let last semester’s work go down the drain. Really looking forward to the long Lunar New Year holiday, it’d be a very good time for me to consolidate my work before the semester goes into full drive.

In other news: I managed to survive the probation period of the driving license. I received a “routine reminder” from MINDEF for not notifying them when I left for Thailand. I’ve yet to receive any notice from the Icekimo incident. All my entries with chinese characters got FUBARed when I did the database migration. I fell out of favor with lots of my friends acquaintances. I’ve given up writing the Chiang Mai entry, I’d simply add comments to the photos. I still need to add lots of photos, complete the MOS entry and write some stuff before I totally forget or get disinterested.

BAH~

And Locksley left this comment:

WTF…They know you went to Thailand without informing them? Wah lau aye…Since when are they so efficient?

I vividly remember getting impossibly lost trying to get to Arts. It was quite funny. The chalet has to be the one with Cheese on our 22nd birthdays. Good times.. a lot of people got wasted. I also remember the notice I got for leaving for Chiang Mai for holidays without notifiying MINDEF. That’s about all I remember… no idea what Icekimo incident I was refering to or who did I fell out of favor from.

I still have a whole chunk of old entries backuped in a big word document. Guess I’d just slowly repost them like so…

Of Results and Expectations

Getting results has never been an easy time for anybody. Some are just affected by pure nerves; some are afraid of facing the reflection of their work for that semester, be it guilty with the knowledge that they could have put in more effort or saw the direction their results has been heading through the course of the semester and dreading the destination; for some it’s just the finality of it all, becoming part of statistics mostly based on who’s the most academically bulimic.

Result day bring a different kind of dread for me. I’ve often said I’m the type who felt the nerves in the exam hall and recognized the finality once I relinquish my script, all the discussion and worrying and well-wishes after that means nothing. I’ve always been blessed or gifted to perform decently enough without putting in as much effort as the rest of my peers. I’ve yet to figure out the secret to my success but this brings us back to what I dread about results day.

I did well this semester, better than I expected, actually matching my best semester ever in NUS, back in my first semester of my first year. While I did well, like the only employee in the company who got a raise, there’s little reason or place for cheer when I find out some of my peers are down; it just leaves a kind of empty, twisted feeling of having achieved success yet without a proper outlet for celebration. While you can sympathize with your friends, there are others you don’t pity for failing their classes, somehow being friends give them special privileges.

I’m not a good consoler but I listen and spewing a few cliches is not yet beyond me. Above all else, I’m a realist and believer of reaping what you sow. As long as your grades match your expectations with some variance, you should be happy; I learnt that if you expect the worst, you usually get pleasant surprises now and then, that’s probably how I remain sane in this ultra-competitive world. Then again there are those who can be said to be delusional, expecting a dispropotionate return in results for the effort put in. The worst are probably those who decide to channel the blame externally, probably believing that everyone is against them and there’s a conspiracy against them ever scoring well. Maybe these people need help or at least counselling of sorts.

This is my last real break, the next one would probably be the one where I spend my time job hunting if I haven’t had one by then. Sometimes I still have difficulty accepting the fact that I spent my last long holiday chairing the faculty’s orientation projects. I’m looking forward to finally leaving 16 years of academia behind and finally hopefully doing something I like full-time. The recent economy gloom does create a omninous sense of foreboding, it doesn’t help that my degree doesn’t put me in the optimum position for my ideal career choice. I should probably inquire about the technical course I’m interested in soon.

With that, I hope everyone got the grades they expected; if it was beyond your expectations, I offer my congratulations; if it fell below your expectation, knowledge and acknowledgement of the source of the problem is half the battle of turning things back towards the right direction in the future.

Oh yes, Merry Christmas. santa-hat

Take a breath of fresh air

Just when everything seems piling up sky high and I’m getting ever so lost at probability class, the mid sem break is here to save the day! I’m thankful to have reached this pit stop in one piece.

Many of you would’ve probably heard about the crane accident in NUS. I was walking towards the computing building that day from business and just happened to pass by the entrance to the business building when I heard a very loud crash followed by shreds of glasses landing on the road. Seconds later, frantic screaming people were heard and they were running away from something. I was taken aback as I’ve only watched such events over the news. Gunshots, bomb blast and screaming people; they belong to the news. I moved closer to get a view of what happened and only saw a tree toppled on top of a bus stop. The full story of what happened only came to me that night over the news. It made me fearful and revolted with sadness at the same time. The man who steered the crane so that it doesn’t hit the business building and the bangladeshi who died in the accident. What would happen to his family while many others and me escaped without a scratch? It’s scary how a matter of few seconds meant life or death, carelessness or heroic, disaster or destruction.

On a happier note, spent time with Subby today chatting about things we normally do not have the time nor energy to discuss. I have a networks assignment this semester which asks us to do a email server (like gmail, hotmail). Cool huh? Of course, ours is very much primitive. Just sending of plain text but I’m very much amazed that my programme can extract stuff from my webpage. :)

Ok, still very lazy to upload photos whatsoever. Ciao!