Well in view of the upcoming block tests, here are two tips for everyone! =D

1. For inspiration, look up.

2. In desperation, look to your left or right.

Hopefully this would be useful, but don't get caught of course =)


05s75 scribbled @ 6:56 pm * 0 comment(s)

class sleepover for soccer fans

hey guys and girls!!! hope mugging is fine (erpss... mine isnt).. haha.. but aniwae, many of you must be trying hard to cope with soccer and mugging now rite? wahaha.. you are not alone.. haha.. okay.. anyway, just here to suggest something.. maybe we can have a mini class sleepover at someone's house on the SUNDAY which is the 3am soccer finals day?? den we can all go sch together the next day.. haha.. think it will be quite fun watching together (though we may support different teams).. and well, since channel 5 is airing it live, anione's house will do.. yups.. so wad do you all think? tell me k?? thanks!
oh.. and eat lotsa fruits n drink lotsa water to keep healthy.. a wk more to go!! jiayou ba... (:

*kailing (your darling welfare rep) -__-


xiao-lingz scribbled @ 1:35 am * 0 comment(s)

testing testing...sorry juz seeing how my display name will appear


jovialome ^@^ scribbled @ 1:00 am * 0 comment(s)


They have been married for two years.
He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handle their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Like wise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her.

Today, she's being wilful again.

Her : "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding? She promised she'd pay."

Him : "I don't have time that day."

Her :"Humph!"

Him : "Huh?"

Her : "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need."

Him : "I... someone will definitely recognize my work some day."

Her : "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her.! "

Him : "No."

Her : "Just this once?"

Him : "No."

Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."

First day. She "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi... Except the double bed, to show her "benevolence". Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.

Second day. She conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences." He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.

Third day. Night. On the Bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Him : "We need to talk."

Her : "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."

Him : "It's something very important." She remains silent.

Him :"Let's get a divorce."

She did not believe her ears.

Him : "I got to know a girl."

She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday. How careless.

Him : "She's a nice girl."

Her tears fell.

Him : "She has a good personality too."

She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.

Him : "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married."

She's very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.

Him : "She loves me truly. "

She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"

Him : "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."

She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.

Him : "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"

Her : ".....!"

He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.

He sighs. She cries.

He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket. He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him.

She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.

She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.

It's a nicely taken photo of herself. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.

He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.

"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."


dewberri scribbled @ 12:41 pm * 0 comment(s)

boo! everyone accept the invitation by blogger ok den can have (your name) scribbled at (time) instead of 05s75 haha (:


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05s75 scribbled @ 2:14 am * 0 comment(s)

how about a touching inspirational video? =p

This video is about a father's love to his son and which pushed him to enter the triathlon games even though he's not an athlete....

happy holidays!

-aw yong


05s75 scribbled @ 12:08 pm * 0 comment(s)

more sappy inspirational stories =)

"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5ยข deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky that I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me that I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything that all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much." - Steve Jobs - June 2005



05s75 scribbled @ 3:07 am * 0 comment(s)

Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.


05s75 scribbled @ 1:46 pm * 0 comment(s)

hey 75!

karin and kailing here. with ruowei and huili outside the room doing a giant snake and ladder board. haha for the CIP project which yingtang is supposed to be doing with us -.-"

hahaha jiayou for block test revision and don't forget to have fun too! yay!

random: you realise the first three letters in diet spell... 'DIE'?

haha! so dont die! eat regularly and exercise more! especially for the guys. NS is coming. so do more workout. MUAHAHAHAHA. pull ups.
so sian.
why nobody online now?
bored bored bored. hahaha no sms coming in too. -.-
hahaha jiayou for block tests!

oh, somebody do check out the exam venues! hee and inform the class k? yay

VJC FINISHED THEIR BLOCK TESTS ALREADY. we think. haha so lucky! unfair. they get to enjoy their june holidays. BOO. GROWL.

hahaha we are quite bored so we are going to write something abt the class now!

xinyi: our enthu canoeist. jiayou for upcoming competitions!:)
emily: our darling a-ct rep. xin ku ni le!:D
brendan: working out any exercise regime? we think you need it. HAHA!
yaozhen: don't sleep too late! don't chat with people in the middle of the night!
huiling: jiayou for CIP too! :D hope u guys had fun like we are now :)
clement: jiayou for CIP too! hahaha
yahting: haha i realise people down this list of reg number are all doing CIP! yay! jiayou too:)
kegan: (read yahting's comment. haha)
junhong: so scandalous arh. ask us to go watch movie. wahahaha
sheldon: hope you had fun in china! (and hope you are reading this >.<)
weeloon: another scandalous one. hahahahaha
mingswin: dont dota anymore. start mugging! (read minyi's comment)
jonathan: dont stay online till late too!
tzeyi: blank, just like your nick.
jiaying: hope mugging was okay! wushu (and weng qing hai) rocks!
meixuan: hahaha dont read too much comics and watch too much anime! not good! -.-
minyi: hahaha dont maple so much le! jiayou for CO concert!(read mingswin's comment)
sam: finally a break from your ccas. jiayou for block tests!
justine: hahaha jiayou for CIP! WE LOVE YOU!
huiyi: 91F! now must become 99F! :D
yingtang: come and help us for CIP!

yay we are done with the class! hee hee jiayou guys!!



05s75 scribbled @ 7:15 pm * 0 comment(s)

>ok... just adding some laughs to the blog... Kopi...
>Speech by Pulitzer Prize winner: Anna Quindlen
>a little update on the melb girls
>Answers to Your Life
>the cab ride
>please take note: change of venue
>games day


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