tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39674003831790159702024-02-07T20:20:14.260-08:00Hi :)-if you wanna ask me anything, ask.fm/y08hci0370-isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-63077131194253989812020-05-08T03:15:00.002-07:002020-05-08T03:15:37.404-07:00Honour Thesis Journey - a revive of this blogHi everyone,<br />
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I'm back after a long hiatus. The reason why I am penning this down is to help future NUS Psychology Year 3s gain a better understanding of the year-long journey called PL4401 - <i>Honour Thesis</i>.<br />
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<u>1. Finding a supervisor</u><br />
Most seniors would advise you to contact NUS profs. whom you had/ are currently completing a module under and whom you share common research interests with. The former is because you will be able to grasp how fast he/ she responds back, his/ her personality/ OCEAN/ INFP blah blah... The critical time period to ask is during <b>Year 3 Sem 2 - which most people tend to go on Student Exchange Programs (SEPs)</b>.<b> </b>I did too and personally suffered due to:<br />
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<li>Inability to physically <strike>knock down doors</strike> consult profs. in the Psychology department</li>
<li>One less semester to get to know more profs. to do the above point</li>
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Optimistic, naive and gullible, I asked an overseas prof which I did a psychology module under to be my supervisor and he agreed to it. <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">PSA: Do not get an overseas supervisor.</span> I suffered a lot from having an overseas supervisor who went MIA on me 3 months after he said yes <strike>(do not trust American Profs...)</strike>. Which brings me to my next section...<br />
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<u>2. Deciding on a research topic</u><br />
This ties in with step 1 because a prof with aligning interest to your research topic will be more internally motivated to help you and additionally have a vast sea of knowledge to guide you. Depending on your prof you consulted for supervision, you may be required to come up with your own research topic ideas first or simply work on the prof's existing research projects. If you belong to the former, do conduct some preliminary research to find out what is currently lacking in the research field (you can look at the "future recommendations" portion of papers for inspiration). Nonetheless, it should be formed up <b>nearing the end of the semester 2</b>.<br />
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<u>3. Drafting up the IRB/ DERC</u><br />
Once you are done with step 1 and 2, you can start drafting up the documents required for approval to conduct an experiment. Within NUS, there are two different types of experiment you can conduct - Human Biomedical Research (HBR) or Social, Behavioural, Education Research (SBER). For HBR, they are mostly neurocognitive researchs requiring use of medical equipment such as the ECG, FMRI etc. while for SBER, they are mostly your <strike>computer</strike> research lab experiments either digitized or <strike>dinosaur age</strike> pen-and-paper. Both of which requires an Ethics Approval which is where the IRB/ DERC comes in. External supervisors, depending on their organization and what participants are they working with, may require additional set of Ethics Approval documents so do consult your supervisors on this. If you need help on what to fill up for which portions, you can refer to your seniors' drafts to see what they did right. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. This should ideally be completed <b>mid-vacation period of Sem 2 (mid- to end-June)</b>. Luckily, during this period, my <strike>useless</strike> overseas supervisor was still communicating albeit only once fortnightly.<br />
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** Some of you may have already have pre-collected research data from your supervisors which exempts you from requiring an Ethics Approval. In this case, you will still be required to fill up a document (different from IRB/ DERC) - "Form for Request for Waiver of Primary Data Requirement".**<br />
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<u>3a. Setting up your experiment</u><br />
Experiments can either be a novel one or an existing one. The latter is easier because your supervisor would be aware of it and can guide you in setting up your experiment. The former requires more guidance from your supervisor but can still be achieved. Unfortunately, I belong to none. Again, because of my said supervisor and the lack of online resources, I am forced to learn coding and code my entire digitized experiment myself. It took 12 bottles of beer, at least 10 sleepless nights, 2 months of crippling depression and a computer (plus encouraging supportive girlfriend and friends). Nonetheless, as long as you complete your experiment <b>by Year 4 Sem 1 Week 2</b>, you are good to go.<br />
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<u>4. Using the Research Participants Pool</u><br />
Remember you were once required to complete 12 RP points for PL1101E and PL2131? Yes, karma is a bitch. In order for you to use the RP pool, you will need to have an approval documentation of your IRB/ DERC (usually in the form of email), 2 completed RP Requisition forms and a Participant Information Sheet (which is within your IRB/ DERC). Send this to the RP coordinator thru the RP mailbox in the Psychology Department. The turnaround time should be 2 to 3 weeks so you should be able to get approval for RP Pool <b>nearing the start of Year 4 Sem 1</b> where students' brains are fresh and rejuvenated for your experiment <strike>muahaha</strike>. Upon confirmation, you will also receive a researcher account tied to your NUS account and a default password to change later for SONA system.<br />
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It is beneficial to attend at least 1 session of the SONA system briefing to know how to use the system and things to do/ not do as a researcher.<br />
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<u>5. Setting up an experiment timeslot</u><br />
If you require a physical location to conduct your experiments, you can look towards booking a computer lab with NUS Psychology Department. First check for the availability of the room thru Skedda (refer to NUS Psychology Department Resources page). Then contact the relevant personnel for which dates and time you want to book for your selected room. The turnaround should be 3 to 5 days (personally, I think it's faster if you emailed after 5pm so she reads it the first thing in the morning). Only upon email confirmation then you list down the available experiment timeslots on SONA.<br />
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<u>6. Wait for participants to sign up and send confirmation email</u><br />
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<u>7. Conduct experiment and finish collecting data</u><br />
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<u>8. Pre-writing phase</u><br />
By now, you would have already bounced several emails/ messages to your supervisor regarding the progress of your Honour Thesis. You would also have known from past modules (PL2131 and PL2132) that the data has to be cleaned up. So do the necessary data cleaning and check back with your peers if need be to ascertain that you do not miss out on any data red flags i.e. incomplete data, anomalies, response bias etc. Start analysing the data for any significant findings early because if you did not find significance, it could be due to your poor analysis skills which can be rectified by some <i>Professor Magic</i>.<br />
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<u>9. Writing phase</u><br />
Nothing much. Essentially, try to be concise. I quote the document "PL4401 - Information on Honours Thesis" - Clarity is King. Also, prepare for stressed nights, irregular sleep cycle, re-writing of your Honour Thesis, frustration at not finding empirical support for your results. Other than that, survive and you will see the end of the light.<br />
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P.S. I suffered a hell lot because of COVID-19 and being cooped up at home decreases my productivity significantly (<i>p</i> < .001). It was H E L L.<br />
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<u>10. ???</u><br />
Submit your Honour Thesis on time.<br />
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<u>11. Profit</u>isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-23598348042993124892017-03-31T03:07:00.003-07:002017-03-31T03:10:46.902-07:00Parenting<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: blue;">Child:</span></span> It's hard to be a parent, yes, we acknowledge that.<br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: red;">Parent:</span></span> It's hard to be a kid, yes, they know that too.<br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: blue;">Child:</span></span> Parents always envision mini replicas of themselves on us, hoping that someday sometime, we would live up to what they want <strike>us</strike> to be. Yet, we are not. We are unique individuals, of different minds and bodies; we have differing aspirations.<br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: red;">Parent:</span></span> Our children are not listening to us; they think we are always nagging at them. Why can't they just understand that we only want them to be the best and doing well is for their own sake? We've led hard lives and understood that hard work pays off eventually. We never ever want our children to stay up late nor be outside for too long.<br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: blue;">Child:</span></span> They just don't understand, don't they? Times have changed - no longer is hard work associated to having a good comfortable life; the equations to success just doesn't match up. There are now many different ways to achieve something; it's not always the direct route that nets success. Yes, we stay up late but we are ultimately adolescents - there's bound to be festering bubbling energy within us. No, we do not loiter outside just to make you worry about us - we can handle ourselves. "Smoking is bad. Don't join gangs. Avoid fights" We know all these, so please stop nagging.<br />
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We are good children. We just want you to see that.<br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: red;">Parent:</span></span> Our parents have led tough lives, they treated us harshly but we know it's for our own good. We must in turn provide the best education for our children, inculcate the ideal values into our children and mould them into responsible leaders of tomorrow. They do not know how much we care for them, for we ourselves only learn to cherish our parents after they are gone. So yes, we will keep scolding. Yes, we will keep nagging.<br />
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We are good parents. We just want you to see that.<br />
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Ever wondered whether there is a perfect set of parenting techniques? The answer is no.<br />
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Because every child is different. Likewise, every parent is different too. The parenting style cannot simply be adopted from our past; we live in the present, therefore the parenting style has to adapt to suit the child too. If either the child or the parent does not communicate, how are they to know if they have each other's interests at heart?<br />
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I believe there are situations to use "rightfully wrong" or "wrongfully right". Parents and their children can be both wrong yet right in their own aspects. Anger should almost never be shown to each other; it is an emotion, not an action. So don't release your anger, curb it, cool it down, explain rationally. Afterall, anger reduces your lifespan.<br />
<br />isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-3384216660519864932017-02-19T09:48:00.002-08:002017-02-20T06:31:05.928-08:00Johor Bahru (again)!This is my 2nd trip to JB. However, this time we decided to head further inwards to check out KSL mall instead.<br />
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I was slightly late this time :( sorry girl! 下不为例. We then boarded bus 950 towards Woodlands Checkpoint. Pro-tip: Board at Woodlands Bus Interchange; you will definitely not be able to board from subsequent bus stops. There was no jam <strike>nor peanut butter</strike>, everything was smooth since it was a Monday.<br />
<b>Estimated waiting time: 0.75 hours</b>.<br />
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Took a random bus that stopped at KSL, had breakfast at Alishan Coffee House (?) somewhere behind KSL along a long stretch of food. Breakfast was cheap and delicious, "because all Alisons make good breakfast hurhur"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice shop auntie suggested 3 pieces of bread instead of 4 in case we couldn't finish</td></tr>
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<b>Brunch: RM11.50</b><br />
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Strolled within KSL, nothing fancy caught our eye. She said there was an amazing laksa outlet which was very dirty but oh and behold, it <strike>was not there</strike> got upgraded into a classy clean shop. Decided on watching a movie. Movie choices were great and since we had no <u>strong</u> WiFi connection nearby (there's KFC free Wifi but I swear someone is just out to troll me and renamed his Wifi name to KFC), we had to wait for the movie trailers to be played on the screens just in front of the ticket counter. UNFORTUNATELY, WHEN WE STARTED WATCHING, IT WAS PLAYING ALL THE MOVIES THAT WE HAD ALREADY WATCHED. Guess who gave up and simply impulsed bought movie tickets to watch Rings.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She chose the movie, I provided the screaming.</td></tr>
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I was more afraid watching the movie than her <u>although I stopped getting shocked when I understood the plot</u>. Being the braver one in the relationship, she gleefully suggested I watch the prequels to this movie<b> </b>(my body refuses, my heart screams no, but I mouthed "okay" just for her <strike>my body is now giving my mouth detention for being blinded by love</strike>)<br />
<b>Screams and increased heart-rate: RM18 (please do yourself a favour and flash your student card, it's cheaper)</b><br />
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We found a shop which listed an interesting game - writing the number 1 to 600 without any mistakes of any sort and redeeming a plush toy. Being the <strike>gullible</strike> determined guy I was, I embarked on a quest to find my "number 600" and rescue her from the evil clutches of <strike>Donkey Kong</strike> the shopkeeper. Died symbolically at number 238 (my block number is 239 so I guess you can say I died before reaching home)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The temptation to sin is real</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have sinned</td></tr>
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<b>Throwing money away to prove my <strike>lack of</strike> capability: RM30</b><br />
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With my wallet scolding me for my stupidity and two hungry stomachs, we trudged out of the mall to search for lunch/ high tea (it was around 3pm so I wouldn't know what should I even term the meal as).<br />
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Restaurant Name: Sushi Mentai<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Le pretty placement and her excellent photo-taking skills part 1</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Part 2</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Part 3</td></tr>
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While we were eating, we took the opportunity to connect to Wifi (sigh, typical humans who can't survive without Internet). Found out that I filled up an application form for a volunteering event wrongly (I entered our NRICs into the "Names" option box).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Error 404: Brain not found</td></tr>
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Just when we stood up to leave the restaurant, there was a power failure HAHA THAT WAS CERTAINLY SHOCKING.<br />
<strike> Like every conclusion for an essay/</strike> In conclusion, t'was a great meal well worth every Ringgit.<br />
<b>Good food: RM59</b><br />
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Food coma hit pretty hard following that late meal; we kinda slugged around looking at shops and encountering dilemma on whether to try out this food and risk our stomachs exploding or live to die another day. Got le random matcha tart which was not as good as we expected.<br />
<b>Do not try ever again: RM3</b><br />
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We finally decided KSL was too boring and headed for the other mall nearby. It was equally boring -.- so we just sat down at the Macs using the free Wifi to play games on Facebook messenger (she complained that we are beating high scores on my account instead of hers).<br />
Facepalm moment 1: Deciding to stop outside that random other mall to wait for the bus back to the customs.<br />
Facepalm moment 2: Walking back to KSL and waiting at the wrong bus stop only to be guided by the bus service ticket operator<br />
Operator: "you finding the KFC right? it's behind the mall, not here"<br />
Me: huh expression "we are finding the bus to the customs, where should we wait at?"<br />
Operator: "near the KFC. that is where you board the bus to the customs"<br />
HOW THE HECK CAN SOMEONE INTERPRET WHAT SHE IS IMPLYING BASED ON ONLY THE FIRST SENTENCE??!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally got on the bus to the customs and back to Singapore</td></tr>
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“夕阳西下,<strike>鸟儿</strike>我们回家。” (Lin, 2011)<br />
P.S. if you didn't get it, it's the lyrics to 会有那么一天 by 林俊杰 :P<br />
EDIT: wow to her saying the above sentence even before she read my blog post. 😍😍<br />
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isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-89149388485855586412016-12-19T01:15:00.004-08:002016-12-23T05:38:34.974-08:00Johor Bahru!I have finally went to JB to explore (virgin experience so pardon the lack of excitement in the activities).<br />
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Met up with her at 9am, but <strike>she</strike> her bus was late. Took bus 9XX (? questionable number because I forgot BUT BASICALLY most buses tend to reach the woodlands checkpoint)<br />
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Customs was a bitch, both from the Singapore and Malaysia side as it was a Saturday morning DING DING NO SURPRISES THERE! <b> </b><br />
<b>Estimated waiting time: 2 hours</b>.<br />
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First foot into City Square Mall at 11.30am, by which we were famished - "I could eat a bull right now (Choa, 2016)". Had brunch at Dragon-i, ordered a decent amount of food.<br />
<b>Brunch: RM70</b><br />
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Walked around the shops for awhile. I wanted to visit the Angry Bird theme park hence we left for Komtar JBCC (just beside City Square Mall). The red angry bird was dancing in front of the entrance <strike>so cute</strike>. Did not enter in the end as I thought it was for little tods. She suggested visiting Daiso RM5.30 correct as of 17 Dec 16 (legend has it that the Daiso in Malaysia always change their name according to the exchange rate so sometimes it may be Daiso RM5.75 or Daiso RM5.10). We probably looked like idiots fishing with a wooden stick; playing around at Daiso before buying a SUPER SOUR lemon drink. EDIT: uploaded photo of the bomb!<br />
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<b>Lemon Bomb: RM5.30</b><br />
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Survived drinking a sip of it (she makes it look so easy drinking this monster...). Went to another shop which has no impressionable products; the only reason I remembered it because I DID NOT KNOW A TESTER PRODUCT WAS MASCARA AND MASCARA WAS IN LIQUID FORM.<br />
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What happened was I pulled out the cap and whooosh the brush came out. I hurriedly checked my <u>white</u> pants and phew, there was not any stain but LO AND BEHOLD! There was a black stroke across the end of her <u>beige</u> pants (sorry again hehe :P). This cascaded into an adventure of seeking makeup removal where the highlight was us going into Sephora and throwing everything that remotely resembled makeup removal onto the stain mark.<br />
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<strike>After that mini guest starring on the episode of Dora the explorer,</strike> we decided to catch a movie at 2pm.<br />
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<b> </b>I thought the movie was alright, although her impression of the movie tended towards the negative scale. Plot was not really well thought-out and ending seemed abit rushed.<br />
<b>Movies for two: RM36</b><br />
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It's time <strike>for some cafe-hopping</strike> to find a decent cafe to chill. Found Sangkaya which sold Thai coconut ice cream. Ordered the signature ice cream which comes with 4 scoops - original, Thai tea, matcha and chocolate.<br />
Her verdict: Matcha, Thai tea, chocolate and lastly original<br />
Mine: Everything was good?!<br />
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<b>4xIce cream scoops: RM10</b><br />
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It started raining when we finished our ice-cream so we had to hide under a small umbrella and <strike>dance</strike> jump around avoiding water puddles back to City Square Mall. Went to get sunblock at <strike>fake Watsons</strike> Guardian because #cheapcheap #thingssingaporeansdoinmalaysia #buyfirstthinklater.<br />
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Had a 3 hour K session which included a buffet (quite limited options with below average food BUT WOW SUCH CHEAPNESS MANY SAVINGS MUCH VALUE FOR MONEY).<br />
<b>K session: RM55 per pax</b><br />
<b>Buffet add-on: RM10 per pax</b><br />
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Walked around more before finally heading back to Singapore. Found a cute exhibit where we spent quite some time pondering a good angle to take this shot.<br />
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Customs was nice to us this time.<br />
<b>Estimated waiting time: 0.5 hours </b><br />
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Looking forward to more adventures with her.<br />
<b>Fun and laughter: Priceless</b>isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-32228779053597998052016-11-02T10:00:00.001-07:002016-11-02T10:21:10.080-07:00The scariest person in the worldThe scariest person in the world isn't a killer nor murderer. They kill with motive. Randomness eventually points to a pattern, a behaviour or even merely a single fleeting thought that incited the killing. However, they are simply a subset of a group that compasses the bigger picture.<br />
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The scariest person isn't a terrorist. They, like any other ordinary human being first born in to this world, are void of any influences. Like pieces of white paper, colours are added onto their papers; black, blue, red, green etc. Some people say black stains the papers while the other colours beautify them. I chose to believe black is just any other colour; it's equally beautiful in its own rights. Who is to say that in the eye's of a terrorist, a rosy world should be a world of colour? Perceptions and impressions are different for everyone; they change with external influences, pivoting their mind towards what we perceive as a dangerous mind. With their abnormal minds, they are indeed scary but they aren't what we should be ultimately looking out for.<br />
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In fact, the very reason we produce certain actions in response to certain behaviours, is because of our thoughts. We shouldn't be scared of killers; they are everywhere and will pop out anytime. Blame it on karma, or ill-fatedness but chances are we will likely grow old and pass away. We shouldn't be scared of terrorists; they are rare occurrences and whilst their presences result in drastic consequences, as above mentioned, what are the odds of us being close by? We can say what about those victims that perished then? I'd simply say what if we aren't.<br />
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All these people are variables in our lives; there is only one constant. Think about it, who will always be there for us, truly, no matter what where why or how.<br />
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Ourselves. That's who we should be scared of. Many a times we turn a blind eye to reason, we refuse logic, we abolish the truth from our minds. We seek ignorance, for knowing that not knowing is "beneficial" for us. We hence believe the world is idealistic, that things come our way, we can simply accept what we like and throw out what we don't like; the mind is our filter, we embraces the warmth of lies, deceit and fairy tales, only to slowly burn to death.<br />
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And that's why I chose the cold.<br />
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It keeps me alive. isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-80832347561288550462016-09-22T06:20:00.000-07:002016-09-22T06:20:14.284-07:00Stu-dyingI've been unable to concentrate on studies during this holiday. FML. I realised that if I am given too short of a holiday, I wouldn't be able to study because it's too little time. Then again, if the holiday is too long, I'll tend to procrastinate and dilly dally till near the end of the holiday. Hence begets the question - what is the right length of holiday period for me? Honestly, I do not know. I haven't been the most studious of a student in my secondary education period and this is my first holiday break I had from studies since eons ago. My central idea was to study consistently in university and I did reasonably well, although memory retention is another thing.<br />
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Another thing I realised about myself is I study better outside, say at the void deck or at public libraries. The ideal study group size for me is 2 or 3; anymore would just be a crowd. I really cannot function well at home with all the distractions and noise. Sighpie, WHYYYY?!<br />
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Today is one of those days where being single hits me in the feels again. I will just have to keep telling myself studying is priority and blame the horrible zodiac prediction.<br />
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Wealth: 3/3<br />
Love: 1/3<br />
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... oh well, I'm contented to keep picking up money from the floor then :)isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-59689315668922715992016-08-07T08:42:00.000-07:002016-08-07T08:43:38.654-07:00Starting my journey in NUS; goodbye to my NSmatesSchool is starting in a few hours time <strike>although I kept my Monday free from lessons LOL</strike>.<br />
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A lot happened in the past few weeks, from having a blast with Shawn at Legoland to receiving news of NUS cancelling all camps to my last day at work and so on...<br />
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<u>1. Legoland with my crazy bishan-mate Shawn da man!</u><br />
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Impromptu gay bro outing with Shawn! We headed off to Jurong East bus interchange then took bus CW3 (don't ask me why the funny numbers) towards Tuas 2nd Link, transferred to bus CW7L where we alighted right at Legoland Malaysia! <b> </b><br />
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<b>Total time from Bishan to Legoland - 2hrs 30mins!! WOW </b><br />
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Weather forecasted rain, but I guessed my killer smile was too bright :P<br />
We bought tickets to both waterpark and themepark <i>-EDIT: I strongly advise not to go to the waterpark if you've been to adventure cove.-</i><br />
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Almost forgot to change into our wet attire when depositing our bags at the themepark, and realised we CAN ACTUALLY DEPOSIT OUR BAGS AT THE WATERPARK SECTION. Went to the waterpark section only to make the same mistake again (forgetting to change into our wet attire <strike>shawn my PS wtf happened to forceprep</strike>). Spent the most amount of time not at any super fun water station but at the Build-a-Boat.<br />
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We proceeded to knock out all the competition <strike>DIE LITTLE KIDS</strike>, but alas our hunger got the better of us so we left dejectedly towards the mall across Legoland for some unhealthy Colonel Sanders.<br />
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<b>Total time in Waterpark - 3hrs</b><br />
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After ingesting all those <strike>fats</strike> chicken wings, we headed to the main event LEGOLAND!!<br />
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We took a spin at every cool ride. Memorable ones include:<br />
- <i>TECHNIC Twisters</i> <- it's basically Spinning Teacups on insane mode<br />
- <i>LEGO MINDSTORMS</i> <- we did not expect controlling robot Emmet to do crazy shit was so fun but yes 11/10 for pure crazy retardedness<br />
<i>- Conquer the Dragon by Maybank</i> <- had to insert "by Maybank cuz they sponsored the ride" Shawn and I had an interesting discussion about the ride being 80% complete with zero funding left and Maybank coming to the rescue to sponsor it all <strike>and hence they had to suck Maybank's cock so hard</strike>.<br />
- <i>Ninjago Live Show</i> <- another unexpected amazing performance by puppeteers so do support them!<br />
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Hmm nothing else I remembered to be fun but we shall see...<br />
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Took a cab to our hotel which is situated near Hello Kitty town and beside an awesome harbour view!!<br />
I strongly recommend Hotel Jen Puteri Harbour, affordable prices with amazingly fluffy bed and marshmallow pillows~ mm simply heavenly. Had Jap cuisine and beer after dinner, totally abusing the MYR to SGD ratio HAHAHA. We checked out the following day and went back home.<br />
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<b>Total time spent having fun - 29hrs</b><br />
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<u>2. NUS cancellation of Freshmen Orientation Camp (FOC <strike>not free of charge</strike>)</u><br />
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Came back from my overseas fun to the shocking news of orientation camp being cancelled due to public outcry. I believe what is needed to be said has been said so I shan't mention further. We, the OGLs and S house councilors, decided to have a get-together either way to foster bonds among the new freshies and seniors. I'm really <b>thank</b>ful for all the support S1 has given me because frankly speaking, it was tough as an AOGL and I wouldn't have managed without my councilors and seniors. <b>Thanks</b> <3<br />
<b>Thanks</b> to the very spontaneous group of S1 freshies too for attending whatever events S house planned for and supporting Arts RAG!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great sunny day out at Marina Barrage</td></tr>
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<u>3. Dedication to people in my NS life</u><br />
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It's been a lovely year in 8 SIR, especially so in Eastern Sector. Shout out to my OC and CSM, cadres, region clerks, PSes and fellow officers! Continue to excel in whatever you do, and put in your 110% even if no one is watching you. I have faith that everyone of you will grow from your NS cycle as I did, JIAYOU :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This burden here had to request for a photo together before my promotion to LTA</td></tr>
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<u>4. See you, because it's not goodbye</u><br />
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To that special someone 1149km away, I'm sorry for leaving you. I was too casual with my promises, I took your heart even before I confirmed my feelings and I left you shattered and broken. You were the <b>right girl</b> for me| I am deeply sure you were, but it was the <b>wrong place</b> and <b>wrong time</b>.<br />
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<i>"The time may not</i></div>
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<i> be prime for us,</i></div>
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<i> though you are</i></div>
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<i> a special person.</i></div>
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<i>We may be just</i></div>
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<i> two different clocks</i></div>
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<i> that do not tock</i></div>
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<i> in unison."</i></div>
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<i> </i>-<i> Lang Leav</i></div>
isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-86390952444009268742016-07-05T07:31:00.000-07:002016-07-05T07:31:23.091-07:00Post university camp feelsI applied for Arts Camp, succumbing to peer pressure on NUS FASS open house, not knowing if I made the right decision or if I would later regret it. As the countdown timer decreases, I grew edgier; I had another camp I was interested in signing up for, but the question is "Should I? I have no one to go with, will I be brave?" I told myself, why not? Hence, my leap of faith led me down the rabbit hole.<br />
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D-day arrived. I lugged my bag around NUS, lost for the umpteen time but still somehow managed to find the rendezvous location. Awkward exchanges with strangers asking where do I register, and POOF! I was sitting down beside people I do not know. More awkward stares and obviously I shared army stories with the guys. (If you did not know by now, I am really socially awkward with new faces, especially those of the opposite gender.)<br />
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We played some ice-breakers and slowly got to put a name to each face. 10am - time to push off to deposit our bags. The journey there was pretty much girls and guys, separated as though the sky fell out with the earth. We learnt a few cheers and proceeded on with the rest of the day. What really broke the ice was the shit stirring session at night <strike>with drinks</strike>; with weird sensitive questions flying around, it's hard not to get acquainted...<br />
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The next day, I decided to heck it and go all out crazy, meaning throw my face, man up and start socializing. It was then I realised actually interacting with girls are the same as with guys, it's just that others might view your actions as flirting but if you aren't bothered by it, why not make a new friend? Hence my path to lapsupness begins!<br />
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I must say though, being utterly shameless was downright fun. Everyone judged you but as long as you had thick enough skin, you are fine. (Can't really reveal too much of the activities in Arts Camp but I'll say definitely worth the experience XD)<br />
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After the 5 days, I am 200% affirmative that I lost all my energy <strike>and my throat</strike> to Arts Camp and when the day dawned for me to go for Psych Camp, I was pretty much drained and lethargic. So glad that my OG for Psych Camp had the same energy level as me AHAHA! We seriously just casually participated in every game (and surprisingly won some). Throughout the Psych Camp, our OG was really lost in our own world which was awesomely great for me as I needed that rest. Kudos to the sing K chinese gang! :)<br />
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To end off, I would just like to shout out to all my OGmates!!! You guys and gals were are awesome XOXO<br />
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<br />isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-48140615264052315672016-06-17T07:13:00.002-07:002016-06-17T07:13:32.890-07:00The day I become an adultNever had it dawned on me<br />
That a second is all it takes<br />
A tick of the clock<br />
For me to turn 21<br />
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Never had it dawned on me<br />
That a girl is all it takes<br />
A kiss on the cheek<br />
For me to fall in love<br />
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Never had it dawned on me<br />
That a call is all it takes<br />
A text from the heart<br />
For me to skip a beat<br />
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Never became ever<br />
Can I take it to forever?isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-9459829654253936532016-03-19T20:46:00.000-07:002016-03-19T20:52:38.007-07:00Cooking Mama NS editionWas having some craving for steak so I randomly asked Shawn whether I could learn to cook steak at his house on friday. HEY PRESTO, I could!<br />
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-skips boring commercials and rubbish-<br />
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We met up at Square 2, then went to shop for our meat at MM! shop (kinda forgot the name of the shop but it's green and cool!!) Receipt amounted to $60ish? but food > money on my priority list.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Le Meat</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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We walked over to "The Fresh Food People' to get seasoning and milk to enhance our eating experience. No pictures because <strike>I was lazy</strike> if you haven't guessed it's Cold Storage, you wouldn't want to see the same mundane photos of this exceedingly common mart.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the way to Shawn's humble abode</td></tr>
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Shawn's house is really awesome <strike>partly because he stays in the 22nd floor, which is like me, and all cool men stay on the 22nd floor</strike>. Check out the kitchen.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">State of the art facilities - Call us now to book!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's officially introduce them! There's steaky boy 1 and 2, cheesy mozzarella...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The reason why Shawn's life is so flavorful *cough* hue hue hue</td></tr>
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We started with the marinated chicken wings.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MIA - Masterchef in Asia</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that's some hot chicks :)</td></tr>
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We marinated the steaks (I molested them actually) and off they went to the frying pan. Things to take note will be the thickness of the steak which will affect how long it cooks and of course the colour of the steak. We timed 1m 45s before flipping over to the other side and vice versa.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They couldn't cry rape because they had no mouths AHAHAH</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks good eh?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shawn cooking while I pause for a chicken wing break</td></tr>
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AND FINALLY THE STEAK IS DONE. I settled the chicken wings in the oven while Shawn settled the steaks.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MMMMMMMM~~~~</td></tr>
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We went on to make some mac and cheese <strike>hashtagvirginattemptforbothofus</strike>.<br />
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Being avid meat lovers with a deadly craving to settle, we finished it in a jiffy.<br />
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Netflix and chill the rest of the night... and NO I do not mean fucking around <strike>well I mean Shawn is attractive and all just kidding</strike>. We had some random breakfast the next morning, and we then proceeded to SUPER MOTHERLOAD THE REST OF THE DAY AWAY.<br />
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Overall, it was a fun boys' night out! (mandatory closing paragraph for closure of essay)<br />
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<br />isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-22797908349067885182016-02-05T09:05:00.002-08:002016-02-05T09:05:35.887-08:00Final notes to my troopers (and cadres)You guys have been bugging me for the past few days regarding my blog tsk, so anyway here it is.<br />
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27/15 Security Trooper (Combat) course started on a slow note, although the pace quickly picked up and before we know it, my boys became men and graduated from the course. That fleeting moment when you threw your berets/ jockey caps was the proudest day of the course; the jubilant smiles you guys had congratulating one another; the fixation of wanting to take photos together to leave a definite imprint on an indefinite past. The future of all of you is uncertain, but I do know you will do your utmost for the very best have taught you invaluable life lessons - me and my command team. Every action and word we speak, although simple, carries meaning within them and ultimately like a puzzle, fits together at the end of the day, forming an idea in you. While all this may sound confusing and bombastic, it will all make sense in due time <strike>or you can just look up the dictionary</strike>.<br />
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What I want to say is thank you guys for the wonderful 7/ 8 weeks we shared together, of which I could not have done it without my command team, namely Aminuddin, Shan En, Alger, Toby, Firdaus and Zhong Ming. We really have great harmony within us!! :)<br />
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Here's to my boys! They shall be whacked from Chopper to Usopp by ME!<br />
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<br />isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-82380531104924905192016-01-01T23:30:00.000-08:002016-01-01T23:54:53.834-08:002016Thought this post would be a good start to the new year ahead. People always say a new year, a new beginning. You cleanse yourself of past mistakes, reflect on your shortcomings and better your strengths. Well, I personally do not really concur with the 'new year, new beginning' idea. A new year to me only means another year to prove yourself that you are better than the past you. And it's not really about the new year per say, but rather the passing of each brand new day. As long as the present you can look forward to the future you and say you are going to do better, while beaming to the past you and saying you did your best, I see pleasant days ahead.<br />
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Started the first day of 2016 with a great PT session because I was trying to expunge the toxins out from my systems (Thanks Jack and Gerald...). The thing about exercises is you never learn your limits; sometimes you may be breathless but your muscles can go further, sometimes your muscles burn out even though you feel great. It is merely a challenge of between the mind and body to see who breaks first. The best thing is whichever that breaks bounces back bigger better stronger than before. Such are the marvels of the human physique and mind. Reminds me of the time when I was super skinny and severely underweight. I wouldn't say I'm very strong now but at least I grew bigger, fitter and healthier. No more being dangerously skinny.<br />
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EDIT: FOUND MY OLD SKINNY PICTURES!<br />
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isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-4332551974876895942015-12-24T05:54:00.000-08:002015-12-24T05:54:12.448-08:00My first week of having a platoon (?)Hey hey, before I start, I must apologize for any incoherent sentences in my previous blog post. Wasn't in a really clear frame of mind when I was blogging. So anyway back to topic. The day has finally came for me to take charge of men. And by men, I meant men from all walks of life. To say I am taking a platoon would yet would not be apt for my platoon consists of 89 troopers, which by conventional standard, is a company plus size hence the question mark.<br />
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Being an officer isn't about the rank nor the greetings you get simply because troopers see you with the bar; it's about handling responsibility when it comes, balancing the fine line between discipline and safety, knowing when to push their limits so on and so forth. I must say I am both excited yet nervous for this course. Maybe I'm not ready, maybe I am but I know I will put in my best. Many excellent officers who commissioned way before me share a common advice - learning how to be an officer is On Job Training (OJT), meaning to say we will definitely make mistakes and it's ultimately how we overcome them that makes us true <strike>blue</strike> green officers. <--PUNNY THERE!<br />
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Having conducted quite a few sessions of PT, I am about to conduct a high key exercise in a few weeks' time. I may not be the most experienced, nor the most confident, but I am definitely the most prepared. May I achieve a good conduct~<br />
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P.S. if any of my troopers seriously stalked me and happened to read this, hmm hello?isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-11881774912572194412015-12-10T05:57:00.001-08:002015-12-10T05:57:43.523-08:00BooksReading has always been a favourite pastime for me, although I have not touched books for a long while after I entered OCS. Good news is I have started reading books again since a month ago, henceforth ending the 9 month's drought of knowledge.<br />
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The Enemy series by Charlie Higson, Ender's Game series by Orson Scott... so on (I'm still reading this month's Forbes Asia which is tediously long)<br />
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One thing I love about reading is that I can do it anytime anywhere <strike>even in the toilet</strike>. And the magical thing is I can unknowingly read for hours in a sitting, imagining as the characters come to life in front of my eyes.<br />
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Surreal - that's what I feel. Books can get you to places you can only dream of; in opening your eyes to the book, you are closing our eyes to the outside world. Every page you flip tenderly, every chapter you incessantly pursue, every book you devour... I simply enjoy it.<br />
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Perhaps you do not understand the joy of reading as I do; not anyone enjoys the same passion for books as I do. But I believe one day you would, either as you stand along the sidelines of the train carriage sticking your nose into a book or as you sit in a rocking chair with reading glasses reading a light novel. Then will you share the same joy as I do.<br />
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On a side note, I do have an ask.fm account now for you readers to ask away <a href="http://ask.fm/y08hci0370" target="_blank">HERE</a>!isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-13681284842392606342015-12-06T04:21:00.002-08:002015-12-07T17:28:24.075-08:00Virgin marathon experienceWell hello there guys and gals! It's been quite a while since my previous post so oops, sorry there... Quite a long list of events lined up for me the following quarter so you can look forward to another post, just that it wouldn't be anytime soon.<br />
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I have always imagined myself doing a marathon, because for one, I like having bragging rights and two, I wanted to break my limits. The opportunity arose when I met my Sergeant Major and MSG Chan who were avid runners and they were sharing their running experiences. Intrigued, I joined in the conversation and somehow got persuaded to sign up for Standard Chartered Marathon Singapore (SCMS) 42.195km. THe first thought that got to me was "oh shit, how do I accomplish the feat?" But that thought soon got displaced by another matters at hand and time slowly went by with the marathon being the last of things on my mind.<br />
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It wasn't till November that the sinking reality of my marathon struck me. Hence my training begins. On top of my weekly workouts, I run at least 5km per run, clocking up to 12km every week. As the weeks went past, I gradually increased the distance to get my legs acclimatized to the soreness of long-distance running. 5km became 12km, 12km became 22km, and the penultimate week I clocked 32km. Due credit has to be given to my close friend cum training partner, Qi Xun who also happens to live 2 storeys above me. He has been training with me almost every week and I'm really glad to have such motivation when running. On a side note, happy birthday once again bro! Stay strong and fit!<br />
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6 December dawned <strike>like literally at dawn</strike>. I started the marathon at 5.15am, somehow managing to spot Yue Min at the start line. Holy cow, such stroke of luck. The first 6km was hell for me, as I stupidly drank milk the night before and caused me to have bad diarrhoea. Every step I took was accompanied by periodic shivers and goosebumps, my butt clamped tight for fear of being accidentally disgracing myself shitting my pants :P Luckily, it slowly eased off as I continued running. At my 26km mark, it was when my muscles started twitching, a sign of cramps to come. I shook off the notion and continued running. 30km - I had my first muscle rub on my thighs which cramped up. Wow, the relief came almost instantly and I pushed myself to continue running, albeit slow but steadily putting one leg before the other. 35km onwards was hell all over, with me just repeating the same process... Cramp, muscle rub, walk, stretch, run. This carried on to 39km where the 5hours 30 mins pacers raced past me, cheering fellow runners on and shouting not to give up now. Spurred by these, I grit my teeth and pressed on. Passed by Esplanade, saw Henderson bridge, ran past Fullerton Hotel and finally the finishing mark was within sight. I sped up as the finishing mark gradually rushed towards me and YES! I'VE DONE IT! 42.195km!<br />
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Ta da~ xD<br />
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EDIT: I SOMEHOW GOT NIPPLE ABRASION!isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-5507224219806464322015-11-15T05:29:00.001-08:002015-11-15T05:29:04.586-08:00ParallelsRecently there has been a series of terrorist attacks, the most deadly being the Paris attack which caused the lives of at least 128 people. While my sympathy and condolences go out to the victims, these terrorist attacks got me thinking.<br />
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Black and white. Yin and yang. Police and thieves. The world is made of harmonious balance between parallels; neither exists without the other. Think of it this way. How would you acknowledge the existence of light if there isn't a dark to compare it against? How would you identify a positive point if there isn't a negative point? To put a darker shade of comparison, imagine Joker and Batman. The Joker once said to Batman, "I don’t wanna kill you! What would I do without you? Go back to ripping off mob dealers? No, no, no. You… you complete me!” The fact that the Joker needs Batman, just like how evil depends on the good, is ironical. Now I give you an scenario. A world without criminals, no evil, no darkness. Whilst you may think of it as an ideal dream world, it may not be so. What defines ideal - the mere notion that there is peace and good in the world? Light? No, it is not that simple. Evil, by definition, is the quality of being morally wrong (to quote thefreedictionary.com) and if we were to bring it down to the simplest form, it would mean not being good. But the fact is there is no evil in the first place so how would we know something is good? The explanation then disappears for we do not know what is right, what is good and what is light; there is simply no comparison to prove the counterexistence of the other.<br />
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Pardon my English and my putting across of ideas, it's been years since I stopped writing and exercising my cognitive thinking. But you get the idea... Or not...<br />
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<br />isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-20714856708032057492015-10-30T21:02:00.001-07:002015-11-01T02:17:42.167-08:00First week in new unitHellooooo, as you may have known, I am finally out of OCS :) still not used to being acknowledged as a commissioned officer, but getting there heh. #privileges Oh, and I'm not going to write as per how I used to write during my OCS journey so yep!!<br />
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First day of reporting to camp was hectic, mainly being my alarm failed to ring and I had 5mins to scramble my smart 4, brush my teeth and get ready to go to camp. So I was late haha SHIT what a way to start! Luckily it did not affect the running of the schedule so I was let off the hook phew~ Had CO's opening address, followed by many lessons and many other addresses by various people, including RSM (Regiment Sergeant Major), USO (Unit Safety Officer) et cetera... I must say I rather love the PT culture here; will really get to improve my already not bad physique xP<br />
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Finally coming to an end of this induction programme and oh wow, turnout! A series of mentally and physically draining exercises which coupled with the crazy amount of morning PT caused me to reach my limit. But of course, I had to push myself to complete it! Shag omg :X<br />
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I BOOKED OUT FINALLY YIPEE BUT WITH A SORE BUTT AND ACHING THIGHS!!<br />
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EDIT: Just celebrated Golden Jubilee 50!<br />
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<br />isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-51330959233468115582015-01-17T09:21:00.001-08:002015-01-17T09:21:13.126-08:00Sober nightThe night is too young and windy to waste the opportunity to publish a blog post so I shall.<br />
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To my 19-turning-20 year old self,<br />
You may feel depressed at your fellow batchmates commission just 6 hours ago. You question how on earth are you going to survive the 9 months ordeal. You wonder if the friends you made at Aeromedical Centre will remember you and the acts you have done with/ for them. Let me tell you. You do not have to worry.<br />
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Because you see, you will have another bunch of friends who will commission the same day as you too.<br />
You will face the 9 months ordeal with fellow brothers in arms, smile as you get punished because heck, they are suffering with you and that makes it cool.<br />
Your friends at Aeromedical Centre will remember you, because you make it an effort to keep in touch. Simple acts go a long way and they will appreciate what you have done for them.<br />
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Things may go missing, rifles may IA, you will get knocked, YOU WILL THINK OF GIVING UP. But...<br />
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When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. This is when your carbon will shine into diamond, when you persevere on despite the pain. That is you.<br />
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You are strong. isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-70671099157899762352015-01-14T21:47:00.000-08:002015-01-17T09:09:40.631-08:00D:never thought ill say this but being liked is kinda scary...<br />
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never ever give girls the wrong idea cuz it will spiral out of control<br />
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EDIT: GOT IT UNDER CONTROL GUYS! isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-44698481256927619252014-12-24T19:47:00.000-08:002014-12-24T19:47:32.688-08:00heheheguess who got IPPT GOLD again.<br />
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pity there isn't a constant $200 everytime i get gold but rather ONLY A MISERABLE ONCE PER YEAR.<br />
really MINDEF should give $200 per IPPT session so i get to farm money ahahahaha!!<br />
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on a side note, merry christmas people!<br />
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<br />isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-82223978586556876172014-12-03T05:50:00.003-08:002014-12-03T05:50:20.710-08:00Updates on me/ rantsHaven really posted any updates on what where <strike>who</strike> i am doing now.<br />
What: waiting to go OCS while attached to Aeromedical Centre to 'help out'<br />
Where: as stated above, or 492 Airport Road <---<br />
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Many highlights these days, mainly socializing events organized by Aeromed personnel and COMMANDO CHALLENGE WOOOOOOO (yes, that was amazingly fun and hella of an experience but the medals stinks... :( dogtag. really?) Getting really unfit hahah, been lazy to follow my abs routine everyday getting flabs on ma tummy yo! but its okay hell workout twice a week has me shagged out totally so yeap. Life's exceedingly simple when you run; you dun think of anything except the scenery whizzing past, wind rushing across you and NO ONE to disturb you. You simply just run. One step at a time.<br />
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Cant say im not excited to start HAP (heat acclimatization programme) which brings me closer to the end of attachment to Aeromed and the start of OCS. And also leaving behind escort duties. FUCK SIA, fucking escort duties all throw to me, when you take leave, i cover. then you wan me to take extra duties also wtf fuck you man. You, Jethro Eng, avid smoker, deserve to die. Yes, im not afraid to type this out. You know yourself whether you involved personal issues during your arrangement of escort duties. You disgust me.<br />
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Oh well enough of the rant, time for some good music. Ft. Michael Learns to Rock.<br />
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Or like this, meeting someone only once thus missing the opportunity to know the latter for the rest of your life.<br />
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Or even this, not meeting the fated one at all despite walking with the same aim in life.<br />
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Or if you are really unlucky, having the near chance to meet but no.<br />
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But as time goes by, you will definitely be...<br />
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a couple just like y=|x| and y=x, one who is willing to change to accommodate the other and finally walk hand in hand for the rest of your life.<br />
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P.S. many other graphs which are of relevance but I shan't intrigue you too much :)isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-21067043493430159552014-10-14T05:43:00.000-07:002014-10-14T05:43:14.425-07:00Newfound joy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ta da~<br />
Got addicted to this at australia.<br />
Can only be found at Westmall sigh so far away from my house :( BUT ANYWAYS IF YOU WANNA PLAY WITH ME FEEL FREE TO JIO ME K!!isaac!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423275701996787199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967400383179015970.post-39493814265327333302014-08-30T10:17:00.002-07:002014-08-30T10:17:41.962-07:00Post-MAF<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Been awhile since I went back to school. Kinda nostalgic just sitting on the class bench playing cards again, with the same faces, the same play tactics, the same blaming of Derek's lousy card plays. Walking across the canteen made me look back at the happiness I once shared with the canteen uncle and aunties, all those cherished memories of me sharing my stories with them and vice versa. Their unyielding support and faith on me was greatly needed at that time and definitely appreciated forever. Thank you, really. For being there when I needed company, when the class is full of geniuses who does not need to study as hard as me, when they got good grades even though I put in equal effort (or believed so). For simply telling me "Ah boy ah, 你一定可以的!"</div>
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As I trudged my way towards the other wing (not really sure which is which anymore), memories of me walking across central plaza early before flag raising surfaced across my mind. Carrying my bag, listening and enjoying my songs. The bus journeys to and fro from my house to school. Wow, reminiscence. I miss such a carefree life.</div>
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Recently watched Lucy and wanted to share what it taught me. How are we measuring our lives' worth and experience up till now? Are there any units of measurement? Oh, I have 5 inches of experience more than you? Time, an abstract concept, a unit of measuring seemingly minute things in life. Time is also something you breathe, you eat, you hear, you live everyday. In fact, therein lies the irony, we are so sure we have time, then when it's time to go, we realised we have no time. We do not feel nor experience the actual seconds ticking away, the hours draining by, the days passing by, the months flying by, the years gone by. In the blink of an eye, I am an adult now. Too fast, am I growing up too fast? Or was I too absorbed to feel time moving? </div>
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Times like this, I do my soul-searching. Calm dark nights, with no one to disturb my thoughts, to let whatever comes to mind flow into words like freshwater stream.</div>
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To everyone reading, I dedicate this song to you, cherish time and your loved ones.</div>
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