You mobilise your economy and resource of time to prepare your ammunition beforehand. Translating raw material into war material as “resources”. Usually the one more mobilised with more resources will win.
You try to forge relationships to farm them for resources under “alliance”
You deprive yourself of civilian goods temporarily, with the hope of winning eventually under “leadership”. Usually there’s traditional propoganda to psyche yourself, if not traditional coercion.
At times there’s a two front war to divide yourself into.
and you throw as many smoke bombs as you can before scattergunning as part of “strategy” in a war of ATTRITION.
thepenismightierthanthesword.
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My Opinion: Oops, got too carried away — Effectively, how to do a win/lose essay.
With a slight tinge of pride, having God is like having an unfair advantage at life etc. Be it in opportunities, result or even natural talent. I don’t give much regard for hard work, but even the will for work and the yield from work has to come from somewhere.
Essentially there are too many uncertainties beyond a person’s control (like drawing a lousy extract), that he has to place his trust on something greater — by that I do not mean a ritualistic attempt to keep all the commandments or self-righteous crap like no swearing. In my opinion, that would be like combing your hair for an examination. For those who don’t get it, combing your hair is not going to affect your grades.
which leaves a few unanswered questions (which I might want to bring up on the 15th of November)
If the unfair advantage is supposedly from such an omnipotent source and fruitful in result, why do people not get flawless achievements instead?
Why are there still the poor and hungry?
How are those without God coping? (with sheer strength and brute force)
What is the purpose of God giving? Is there anything an all-powerful God is seeking from mere worms?
What then does it mean to “give back” to God? (I reckon that ANY church would say SERVE AND GIVE US YOUR MONEY, in a less explicit manner of course.)
To end with a more spiritual tone to compensate for the tone of rational criticism earlier, Jesus said in Matthew 11
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.“
Would sound like an appealing hard-to-refuse offer. If not for the additional burdensome conditions thatpeople claim to be included like: if you go to church every sunday, give us a part of your money, keep all the commandments, don’t smoke and don’t say words like Fuck.
If you add visible and immediate costs to less visible (or should I say certain) and less immediate benefits, you turn rational people away. Otherwise it is an appealing and hard-to-refuse offer.
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My supposed preparation for a three front war (if you count both histories as one front) — that is like a raid from the front door, back door and the window on top — is actually quite relaxed. Maybe it’s because I haven’t actually started on history paper two yet.
Not an attempt to outrun The Tiger, but to outrun the guy next to you.
A race against time with your pen, while maintaining legibility
You could be slow all year, as long as you run now and finish the sprint.
A flawed model of a real rat race.
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My Opinion: Such a view is a bit too serious. In a few years, no one will give a toss if you “screwedup and got 41 points“. Maybe it is colour — like green, black and white. Though theirs would be a true race against The Tiger, a true dash for survival.
From here, I have a week to go with
- mathematical economics
- economic history
- historical biology (wtf???)
- biological literature
- my favorite word: linguistics
the Fifth of November.
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tf– even with more sleep than usual, I’m burnt out from 2 hours in the hall with the last 45 minutes spent with no writing at all. Goes to show how ‘focused’ I am on those days I finish 3 of the same math papers in two hours without feeling any fatigue.
This despicable Pansy weakness is unacceptable and does not bode well for those days where i have 6 heavy papers in two days!
Looks like i have no choice but to just go wahchee tomorrow after first paper. (if not I might not last through the next two)
1. I am now drug free and have gotten past the withdrawal stage of having watery… nevermind.
2. I am (still) attempting to reset my body clock to proper times to accomodate 7 to 8 hours of sleep at night.
3. In a semi-risky manner, I might be going in without studying Micro-economics — like for the past whole year so far. Ditto for color purple. On the grounds that I won’t do them even if i could. There are more risks I’ll be taking later, but till then.
No matter, seven days will soon be over like a passing dream, like an ice cube in hot tea, like a gust of flatulence dissipating — all before we know it.
Basically, I have this psychological quirk that I noticed I have — when reading other people’s essays, I tend to hear their voice in my head, even if its some senior whom i haven’t heard from for ages (like funnyguy), this also extends to people like izzy and other people in the class next door for their history essays. In the event where the writer cannot be identified (usually english), a related subject teacher’s voice, who is usually the marker, comes in instead. Lol, and I’m reading the econ mark scheme now. The voices!!! (One marker in particular very distinctly uses triple-exclamation marks often)
I hope I never have to read an essay by an annoying high-pitched girl. Hate.. Heh,this is almost bigotry for something people have no choice over ><
Oh, and I have two days to learn proper penmanship.
In light of my usual belief in environmentalism, I have embarked on a herculean production of written notes for three subjects (if you count wars, sps and china as one) on top of my usual scribbles in my many jotter books.
I should have started this earlier, like before the prelims — such that my task can be simplified to just reading instead of writing. No matter, I have latent Stakhanovite blood. In the manner of a bad anime, the stronger the opponent, the more power I can produce!!!
Though, the disturbing thing is — since I’m not applying for a tsung-li yamen Overseas Monies for Schooling… I don’t actually need my real grades for anything. — Then again, that’s what I said for prelims ><
Ooh, I just found a jotter book I used last end of year <3
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The purpose of it all?
To have a bonfire on November 12.
Something to do after exams, just a quick reminder to myself that there is something on 12pm to 1.30pm on the first sunday after the exams (15 November) which I might want to try.
It will be like going to church, plus free food, minus the “churchliness” they claim — looking at topics of sin, pleasure, time, justice.
I expect it to be stimulating, entertaining and an avenue for my questions to be answered. Which means on the night of the 14th, I’ll make a check list.
If it’s good, I’ll learn something. If it’s bad, I’ll also learn something — my usual attitude to church going.
I think I should pretend to be either agnostic or homosexual or drug addict. Pretending to be a typical teenage “sex addict” who thinks he has a problem that will send him to eternal damnation is a bit too typical to entertain.
For a lazy person, I am surprisingly neat and hygienic — until recently (as in the neat part), I have five subjects on the floor in various piles. A table cluttered with paper, books, stationary and three different piles, unlike the almost entirely blank table I used to have, with space to put my legs.
I can’t stand this mess for much longer. I’ll throw out (or rather throw in, it’s like sweeping things under the carpet) in a bit more than ten days time. First, all math then all the history handouts (minus the photocopied readings at most). And all my jotter books, minus my secret non-school related ones (i THINK i have like near ten at present, some missing).
Surprisingly, I know my way around the mess quite well. It’s an organised mess. Still can’t wait to throw most of the things away!
I tend to think that God created Man and by extension, the strength and wisdom that Man possesses to create other things, is a creation of God as well. How then do we account for the bad things in the world made by a good God? Satan perverted it. It’s a fallen world. I hear the line quite often, usually for Music.
God created music, Satan perverted it and gave rock metal!!!
God created literature, Satan perverted it and wrote erotica.
God created sex, Satan perverted it and made an Industry.
God created the world, Satan perverted it and made examinable subjects.
God created Satan — I think he perverted himself somehow.
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In essence, I vaguely recall a lecture on Music the last time I went to Church — which by extension of logic, almost implies we can only listen to glorification music. (As you can tell by now, basically I find practical lectures which don’t provide any revelation but instead imposes further rules to be mundane, banal and inconsequential, at best a thought provoking strawman)
And what i cannot understand is how “instrumental” like say, electric guitar can be regarded as demonic by some people — I mean, people have a problem with “Christian Metal”. I’ve no idea what that is but — surely people must look deeper within right?
Maybe unless the songs explicitly worship satan or something, but that’s obvious enough, churches barely talk about these — it’s the grey areas they need to step in, and it’s the grey areas that even they’re uncertain about. I mean, Beatles was raised as an example since they visited an Indian Guru.
Basically you pick up parts which God didn’t write about (say for instance smoking), use a vague catch- all term, and then stretch your beliefs. What I really don’t get is why intrude even to the smallest things like music.
Apart from The Industry which I voiced my clear-cut practical objections about previously, the other things mentioned above like erotica (I present to you Exhibit A: Songs of Solomon) and examinable subjects (which clearly satirises it all), are about just as grey as music.
And if you want to see a rock concert with men in long hair energetically jumping around a Tokyo stage:
Strangely, I’ve been having the hymn Higher Ground in my head for some time today.
There is this girl in my class who has quite a diluted form of pseudo-chinese. So yesterday I received this sms asking “what’s Foreign Affairs in chinese” (which I think is simply wai shi, or loosely translated as ‘outside matters’).
And I always thought that “Foreign Affairs” was always an amusing term. Like an entire governmental building filled with multi-racial fornicators and adulterers, discussing Japanus (which I mean to say: Japan US of course) relations and other intimate guanxis. Talk about bilateral ties and sometimes Multilateral. Strangely, no one has noticed this. Though the idea of diplomats going overseas and ending up with Foreign Affairs, for real, is quite a probable one. Maybe that’s the reason why everyone wants to work at the Tsungli Yamen — apart from the fact that most humanities students think they can’t do much else.
I have no idea why someone would want to know what foreign affairs is in chinese, but I didn’t bother replying — after all I was involved in my own Foreign Affairs then. (which I mean to say: I was reading about China’s Foreign Policy while lying in bed)
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Speaking of which, I just read that a political factor which led to Hitler’s rise was his use of ‘Back-Door Diplomacy” with von Papen and Hindenburg. So that’s how he became Chancellor.
Carwatching is like bird watching. The more therepeutic and exhausting one is to wait from an overhead bridge and watch cars go by. By I refer to the one which involves waiting a-round with nothing much better to do, you stone and observe the cars go round.
Often The Cars are of a luxurious breed, if not of a large size (usually like the people they carried), just like a European. I have always preferred smaller and lighter Asian cars, by which I mean to say East-Asian and not South-East Asian. But recently I’ve changed my mind — I don’t want a car at all.
At times you look at the driver — usually it’s a middle-age woman with makeup on, the older ones usually have glasses and short hair. The most amusing would be to see a darker man and a lighter boy/girl — i used to wonder how that happened, until I was older and heard (from my dad no less) that if its a BMW, they’re thieves.
So after waiting at the roundabout with someone today, I’m starting to form this strong impression: SC girls jia li you chien.
Oh and now that I think about it, the SC girls I knew from secondary school were actually nothing like these, staying flats and all. Should be in Uni by now, once in a long while I sometimes do think back and wonder how they’re doing now.
(with the exception of one plump one -_-)
hen duo chien.
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This is not stereotyping, this is making a generalisation based on a trend. Of course, there are always exceptions.
Sorry, been writing prose commentary and reading Paddy Clarke.
See this, see this.( In line with all you people going on about all your work plans) Hear ye, hear ye. I work, and damn hardcore somemore, with no set schedule.
My initial quota was to go through the essay outlines for the three biggest bio topics 3 4 and 5. Finish two english essays, one prose commentary and one set text (6 pieces of paper in total).
I have surpassed that, got time to flip through my yellow and red econs books briefly and shall shortly move on to a set of math papers.
Still feels like damn little though. Gosh, isn’t that almost all the subjects already? To round things off i shall read hitler before i zzz.
That being said, I spent my last thursday and friday settling apps to the Engineerial Diversification Bureau and The Enterprise. I have no recollection of the weekend whatsoever apart from the fact that most of the work I did today are supposed to have been done over the weekend. And Monday was far-out. I expect tomorrow to be a waste because I’m meeting fatass.
I also got to surf two of senior’s blogs from today all the way back to two years ago >< One’s in local med now and had the DILEMMA of choosing between that and a tsungli yamen supported local law school. The other got arts and social science.
It is possible to get 43 points and not get lawfac and usa. Two conclusions — working harder is not worth it since it isn’t going to make a diff, or go try work your balls to get 45 with the remaining one week -_-
Food for thought: Incentives are about tying what you want with what you don’t want to do.
Forget about that historical thought of an Iron Backside from few years ago,
I have LAMBDA driver — now.
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“False Axis Repulsive Field Generator System” which translates emotions and thoughts into physical power. (Sounds like Prayer)
I should make a list of things to watch and to do in my seven weeks of freedom — like the detailed exam study schedules that most people have. Most people will probably be applying for Overseas Monies for Schooling, mainly by the Tsungli-Yamen, but I’m not giving a toss about them.
I tend to forget I’m not what I used to be — when once upon a time I could jump both high and far and walk as fast as shaw. (even further than the sportsmen people in class, much to their wtf) Now there are things I must keep in mind not to do, no matter how tempting
1. Jumping from quite a height, taller than a table) as a short cut — particularly impactful even tho I’ve learnt how to land on both feet)
2. Holding something of weight for a period of time
3. Resting something of weight on my leg — that one’s plain not very smart la.
4. Walking quite fast for a long distance which includes multiple upslopes and downslopes and an overhead bridge worth of stairs.
As a result of all four yesterday…
I wake up and all I can say is
Ouchee.
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Question is: how’s all these going to work out on 4th Jan 2010
There are three realms: what we think things are (Imagination), what we see things to be on the surface (Appearance) and what things really are (Oh What Else). In the context of your Overseas-Money-for-Schooling app, when you read the applicant’s brilliant statement that is ‘Imagination’, when you see him answering well at the interview that is ‘Appearance’, and when he is actually at work (with elements of cynicism and laziness) that is ‘Reality’.
In a cynical and inappropriate manner (regarding someone’s dream which I heard about and other things), our Imagination tends to inflate reality and Reality tends to deflate Appearance.
I’m really glad that for me, reality inflates imagination instead (:
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If I were studying econs instead of english, this post would be titled quite differently. And if i were studying biology…
Empty spacious
home alone today,
I had the luxury of
a slab of white fish and plain
rice with soy sauce
all to myself.
I felt as rich as a King
and lonesome
like a King.
(Ah I’m starting to appreciate the purpose behind enjambment)
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Royal Non sequitur:
you must understand that plain fish is actually quite good relative to tofu and veg. I spend the whole week looking forward to sausage day (literal, i assure you)
Non sequitur again:
I learnt from my brother that it is “hearty lunch” and “sumptuous dinner”.
I will assume that supper can be described to be “voluptuous supper”, though I prefer Breakfast to be — like the way all fasts should be broken.
I have a problem with people who have a problem with people who I have a problem with people who strongly believe that the intentions for worshiping God have to be entirely pure and devoid of self interest. In fact, I think it is impossible. Historically speaking, people worshiped god for harvests and victory against their enemies, in some cases it was so that the sun would rise the next day.
And I’m not even talking about praying for results yet (i’ve no problem with that), but the reason we worship god is simply so we won’t go to hell. Say hypothetically, there are two gods. One created us, the other will save us if we worship him. You, for some strange reason, can only worship either one. Both love you, but only the saviour can save you, the creator can’t save you from hell. Saviour or Creator — Pick One. (If got balls, offer your answer)
At the core, everything is rational. Even the purpose of religion is a pragmatic one.
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Of course no organised religion will be stupid enough to create such a dilemma (right? Even polytheistic ones allow worshiping more than one)
But simple answer, isn’t it? Which will hopefully be a dustless reflection of your thoughts and beliefs, rather than holding onto these hypocritical proclamations without understanding their implications. And my mum is yet to answer which she’ll pick.
It is amazing how an msn conversation with izzy can go from my enlistment to my leg to this youtube video to safesurf that blocked the video and an entire conversation of Pwn0 industry, hos and usual talk about love-related values. Various questions appeared such as why, what happens after, selection process for the men (HAHAHA), whether they get paid and many other areas of random nonsense. She seems to know many details about the Industry whereas I barely know much.
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I would Loosely post an Anal criticism or a Penetrative insight on the Damaging impact of such an industry on its Multiple sexploited workers at times BUT I was quite worried that I was going to become like a Moralist, that which i’ve been against in principle. As long as it is functioning within the realm of rational justifications and can be broken down into a question of “good and bad” rather than “right and wrong”, and I do not attempt to impose my values, I am still not yet a moralist.
To reveal a glimpse of my view:
1. There are some people whom you’ll never want to be sexually involved with even with your eyes closed.
2. What is initially consensual might not be consensual within a 156 minutes.
3. The quick b-ck might not be worth the quick f-ck especially if you’re only 14.
[Footnote: all statistical knowledge/information/data from izzy, who claims to have learnt it off a tyra banks show. The phrasing and sayings are original by KingofSiam though]
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It will be funny if safesurf blocked findmuck though -_-
I seem to have this very poor regard for plans. Honestly speaking, most of them don’t and won’t come to pass. Circumstances change, objectives change, limitations come into place. Especially abstract plans of plans (i plan to plan quite often). Yet I cannot be discouraging to the hopeful, and sometimes the desperate — because there is nothing more important than the Will.
Plans are however a good form of escapism from the present. Only that and nothing more.
I treat a whiteboard very differently from how i treat a ‘mindmap’. A mindmap to me, doesnt just show linkages between many ideas, it is more organised in showing how one thing leads to another. Or at least some sequence. It looks like a shopping list but this is a white board:
Paddy Clarke and Sinbad
Disillusionment and cynicism
Temporal nature of everything
Explanation and causation
Parental
World view
Nature and nurture
Long lasting
Role models
Behavioural explanations
Influence
Mental escapism
Seeking rational and constant rationalization
Lack of peace
Experience of others
Entrapment and misery
Learning to and not
Psychology
Future and repetition
Disdain and caution
Skeptical view of relationships
Reasons for not wanting children
History and the past
Deliberate ignoring
The way i think
Inevitability
You then join the pieces together with a marker– is there one thread of message or multiple? do the multiple threads go back together to weave a broader message? Where should the starting point of the yarn be?
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The above is of course a random small example with literary reference, I’m doing this nonsense to prepare two personal statements for Overseas Money for Schooling (probably by the end of today)
O Nightingale! thou surely art A creature of a “fiery heart”:–
These notes of thine–they pierce and pierce; Tumultuous harmony and fierce!
Thou sing’st as if the god of wine
Had helped thee to a Valentine;
A song in mockery and despite
Of shades, and dews, and silent night;
And steady bliss, and all the loves
Now sleeping in these peaceful groves.
I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day; His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze: He did not cease; but cooed–and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song – the song for me!
William Wordsworth
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(Heh, note the use of the hyphens, i think they’re quite appropriately placed to convey something) This poem does remind me of an Ode to Sorrow by John Keats. I vaguely remember lines like “To sorrow I bade good morrow and thought to leave her far away behind” “But cheerly cheerly she loves me dearly, she is so constant to me and so kind”. Might have made a mistake. I realise that there is this very huge difference between my learning and understanding of poems in Year Four and Year Three.
Incidentally I think the setters made an error, Wordsworth’s The Nightingale is quite different from O Nightingale thou surely art.
And I am somewhat glad that i havent had the delusions to write poems ever since IOC ended. I think I will have a lot of time next year for about seven weeks though! Titles may include “The blessed left leg” “I.A I.A” “5 minutes before booking out” or ”A Ferryride Called Eternity”.
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Writings from my bedside. Not to prove a point, but rather to show that alternative viewpoints exist. (usually in a cheeky manner)
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