tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58633152011-07-08T19:19:56.162+08:00Hear ye Hear ye...weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.comBlogger1631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-11742611072293829532010-10-05T00:25:00.002+08:002010-10-05T00:29:53.345+08:00

perhaps i should stop my foolish ways. stick thru with blogspot's transformation and us their shitty templates. Wanna go? i don't think so. coz i've got years of blogs here! then again. that was the last straw, i believe.by refusing me the option to revert to the old design, you have inevitably kicked me out of my sanctuary, my secret place of comfort and memories. Well done bloghead.

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-45923836508964575462009-10-04T20:50:00.002+08:002009-10-04T21:13:04.852+08:00

i know i should be working now.But i heard a song of old, one that reminded me of times i've yearned for, something that lingers where no one traces nor fathomed. It was frozen in time, but never lost.Play on. Let your melodious tracks run upon my heart, through my head, and let my fingers bring out the best of it. Let's do it once more. It will be good. Bob

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-2956199718436459812009-07-09T01:44:00.002+08:002009-07-09T02:11:05.127+08:00

it has been quite a while since i last dropped by. To be exact, it is 5 months and 2 days. Why the hiatus? I don't know. Maybe it's facebook, maybe it's twitter, maybe it is because I am swarmed and overwhelmed in this digital social mayhem that i forgot how i used to blog so diligently..Recently I have just installed wordpress locally on my laptop. Pretty nifty, everything was a breeze and

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-2496632642514127872009-02-07T11:32:00.002+08:002009-02-07T12:00:34.711+08:00

i've got this secret desire, to be able to work on overseas projects for short stint like a few months at a go. to embrace the culture, to live my life to the fullest. to see the world and people i never knew. no, it does not need to be paris or japan, just somewhere different. i will jog in the morning, have my breakfast by the river, work through lunch, snack on chips overlooking the city, join

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-41335101013867737762009-02-04T01:50:00.002+08:002009-02-04T02:17:04.088+08:00

it's 1.50am and i can't bring myself to sleep. i can't bear the thought of laying down.. and watching the day pass me by. maybe.. just maybe, there is something that i could have done during these few mins before i doze off. But i don't know what. I can't decide.. i'm tired. maybe it's the flu. maybe coz i'm just expecting myself to fly when i'm just.. crawling. i guess i shdnt have joined

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-75353773704186478672009-01-08T01:49:00.002+08:002009-01-08T01:54:08.264+08:00

i got a dream, to photoshoot suppergang in a theme shoot. maybe something glam and glitzy, or even superheros. now, who wants to don the red undies outside? :)

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-65370586920415378512008-12-25T23:47:00.002+08:002008-12-25T23:59:07.246+08:00

I spent a year waiting for this day. For the street lightups, for the tv programmes, for the church service, for the gift exchanges, for the many mini celebrations and for the things that i hold onto so dearly. It is closing, i hate to see it go, and i'm dreading the first of the next 365 days wait before Christmas comes again. Merry Christmas everyone, be happy, be thankful for everything you

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-19178810267770117302008-11-18T21:27:00.002+08:002008-11-18T21:39:32.268+08:00

"i can see sadness in your eyes.."and you don't know how much that meant to me. to know that you know... and that you care..i love you Zarah.I hope i make you feel the same way too.

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-58514308276076583012008-10-27T17:49:00.003+08:002008-10-27T20:24:54.340+08:00

Okay, i'm back after such a long hiatus. So many things have taken place over these 2 months, man.. i don't even know how to begin~!Erm, maybe i'll try a timeline approach:31 Aug: i signed off my last post1 Sept: Hand OpHand operations are never meant to be taken lightly. As it was my first visit to the operating theater, i had a lot of butterflies to squash, and also some myth that needs certain

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-89275962372667816722008-08-31T21:55:00.002+08:002008-08-31T22:11:50.470+08:00

bob [b-orb] adverb, noun, verb~ term for a variety of emotional states :excited / confused / hopeful / a bit fearful / confident / lovedAfter tomorrow, someone new will come into my life.My Physiotherapist.

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-64723182391258229542008-08-28T21:58:00.002+08:002008-08-29T00:15:30.989+08:00

as some may have known, i recently hurt my hand in a fist fight with my kitchen wall. Yes, adrenalin made me assume the wall is filled with beanies, thus my latest research findings; adrenalin is actually brain juice pumped to every part of the body, sans the brain itself.Anyway the fierce battle left me with a distorted hand and a pair of hysterical parents. It was a surreal moment as I reasoned

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-9229601177806507572008-08-18T19:39:00.003+08:002008-08-18T19:58:20.573+08:00

world oh world, where is the beautiful soul i so believed in? why is your countenance turning darker by the careless flow of time? is there no love?i shall not crumble, never will i fall. i will fight on, even when all has forsaken. i'm down, not out.Oh God, please help.

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-51801936630496060982008-08-16T16:42:00.003+08:002008-08-16T17:12:03.297+08:00

Yes! Finally we had our first ever professionally taken photoshoot.Okay i lied. Again.It's actually for Kun's wedding photo / video. Nevertheless, it was great fun, despite the erratic weather.And do you know what is the coolest thing of doing your own MTV? You can play wrong notes, get in and out of tempo at will, headbang like Michael Jackson (hah) and at the end of the day when everything is

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-28375680361329833132008-08-13T21:55:00.004+08:002008-08-13T23:42:53.219+08:00

i'm here again. in a place i almost forgot. My rambles are no longer heard, as much of it is concealed beneath this scalp of mine, suppressed and never really expressed, except in little notions driven in all directions but the obvious.work has been choking up my weekly schedules. I watch my life slip thru my fingers as i slowly lose control over what was once mine. i feel like i'm constantly

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-3597264670457308012008-07-20T20:54:00.002+08:002008-07-20T21:47:16.808+08:00

ok, i know i shdnt b blogging now, but oh well, heck the projects, i'm facing a potential mental nuclear meltdown from all the thoughts.i tink as we age, we develop different expectations and value systems. and sometimes these differences conflicts with those around, even ones we count amongst the inner circle of trust.i must confess, i have changed too. i dont have that luxurious abundance of

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-59157649652639727212008-06-08T03:11:00.003+08:002008-06-08T04:20:23.865+08:00

sometimes when bad things happened one after another, it makes one wonder about the reality of this person that we believe in. We'll just wonder why there is no intervention of any sort, even if it means dropping a psp from the sky and smashing my window, i'll be more than happy.I had my fair share of shit yesterday. So much that i almost fell out with my girlfriend coz i was totally grouchy,

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-75784869719860378862008-05-22T00:53:00.002+08:002008-05-22T01:43:59.356+08:00

Hooray! My Xray result has declared my healthy state. THank you all for ur care, concern and prayers. I have yet survived to fight another day.Of coz my not-so-near-death experience is not going to put me out of action. Well.. not anytime soon. Coz there's just so many things that I want to do. Even if it risk breaking a few bones here n there. i wont stop trying till i'm down, i wont quit till

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-15686216596506045592008-05-14T21:20:00.003+08:002008-05-14T23:09:25.718+08:00

The clock held its pace, people held their peace. A moment of tranquility, almost surreal, frozen, in its time.I didn't blink, coz i didn't dare.In an instance, a horrendous screeching noise of grinding steel, tarmac and flesh shattered that time zone and screamed into my ear drums and jolted me to my senses. No, I wasn't the bystander, I just contributed my flesh to the symphony.Like a heavenly

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-9062700675542286172008-04-09T20:24:00.002+08:002008-04-09T21:16:59.480+08:00

i tink tis is a sad world. every now and then someone will be there to lament how they have been ill-treated by their circumstances and are heavily burdened. nope, society wont help, the self-righteous seemed hindered by some unseen forces to help. yup. so i try to help. i realised that i'm like a dying breed of people. wholesome by nature, jaded by mankind. i listen to all the sob stories, i

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-54030331465223655762008-04-02T00:10:00.002+08:002008-04-02T00:46:08.170+08:00

It was all a breeze.Okay at least i try to pretend that we were lazing in the bunk everyday and have a Nuahz of a time. Sadly, no. I saw so much vegetation that my preconceived impression of reservist was totally revamped and the motion of which felt like active unit again.But despite all the sufferings, I am really glad with what I have went through. I have an awesome bunch of guys under me, my

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-72841188794027437032008-03-21T11:41:00.002+08:002008-03-21T13:00:53.995+08:00

People relation is a virtue in life that we cannot deny. Intangible as it may be, the effect of it casta strong impression or repercussion, for those who fail to identify the fragility of it. It is more than just a monologue, a one way passing of information, but a series of thoughtful AND heartful action and reaction from parties involved to achieve a common understanding and goal.Come to think

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-34722560601358257402008-03-17T00:40:00.002+08:002008-03-17T00:44:36.548+08:00

Back to the greens. So many thoughts. So exciting. I'll cya all soon :)

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-29220978259046334032008-03-05T22:21:00.005+08:002008-03-05T23:32:29.426+08:00

different standards, different scale. Getting the balance is no longer just about attaining equilibrium, but to be relevant to the situation.my colleagues often tell me, i'm the typical good christian boy. Maybe it's bcoz of the values that I hold, the desire to want to be the light, and to be a blessing to all around me. I know at times i'm far from perfect, doing things i shouldnt do. but hey,

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-70201238148285757682008-02-27T00:53:00.002+08:002008-02-27T01:44:45.729+08:00

Ok, this post is not exactly an oh-i'm-so-hyped-up-to-blog kinda entry, neither it's well prepared with amazing photos to boot. Yup, just compelled myself to type this in before everything gets lost in those mystical nodes juggling about in my head.I had an awesome make-up cell last thurs. The leader was my first cell group's member, and several of her members were my former cell members as well

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-11195109516006195672008-02-11T01:13:00.000+08:002008-02-11T02:03:08.317+08:00

Sometimes life seems a little mundane. While we walk down this 5-foot way so much, have we ever wondered what lies behind in the back lane? Not the usual shop fronts and rustic signboards for sure. Life has been rather routined. Not that i'm being tormented whatsoever, rather i want to be able to break free from the norms to find out for myself what i really want. I may bash a route around the

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-4770958825257601352008-01-01T12:41:00.000+08:002008-01-11T01:04:31.788+08:00

I think there is no better word to express what I feel to the year passed, 2007. It's just simply of gratitude.So much has happened. Not just to myself, but to many of my beloved ones. Like every rollercoaster ride, there are up times as well as down times. There were times when i made wrong decisions that I would regret for a long long time, as well trimphant times that I take pride in. I guess

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-20241321731781065962007-12-05T20:48:00.000+08:002007-12-05T21:25:08.546+08:00

okok. i'm some kinda freak who spent only 2 yrs 2 mths in army, and spends the same amount of time after ord talking about it.But then again, who don't? hah! Even if ya cursing that same csm or pc, it's still army fodder! Welcome to the freak show. :)Anyway recently i just met a client who wants to do a website. Sounds simple yeah? Well, pretty much. Until i realised he just retired from the

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-38748778053014376472007-11-24T13:21:00.000+08:002007-11-24T14:03:05.874+08:00

Drats!Those words are never meant to be! Was just thinking about how many km should i run this year, and who should i call to meet in the morning for a prep session, talk cock and catch up, and an endless list of dunno what else i had fantasized about.Well, it's all a *poof now. According to our beloved singaporemarathon.com webbie of coz.. Argh! Such a shame. i even blogged about my first ever

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-13106111506984516282007-11-10T12:53:00.000+08:002007-11-10T14:21:45.802+08:00

i was watching "an Officer and a Gentlemen" by Richard Gere, filmed some good 20 yrs ago. It's quite an engaging movie. Watched how the gunnery sergeant taunted, mocked and labelled these new officer cadets. Training was really tough, but these pilot hopefuls banded together and pressed on till the end, with most of them completing their training. Guess what? They still have a survival training

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-23659039955181742402007-11-09T01:42:00.000+08:002007-11-09T02:08:08.871+08:00

i wish,life can be simpler..i dont need parables to tell my storiesi dont need to smile when i'm cryingi dont have to do what others sayi have no expectations to live up toi wish to be me.I'm fighting a war, a one man battle, rambo style. i don't mark my trail, i dont conceal my tracks. but with an automatic rifle in one hand, and a twin-barrel shotgun in the other, i dash for the outposts, raid

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-67469575309853332532007-10-23T00:14:00.000+08:002007-10-23T00:50:29.115+08:00

Just compelled myself to jog just now. Yeah, for the sake of my hidden and almost forgotten abs.Haven really jogged in a long while coz of work n other commitments, then i just realised, stand chart is coming and my figure is leaving, so i have better get my act together. So when i finally dragged myself out of my house, the cool breeze and moist air welcome me with open arms. Didnt really give

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-50867877521771483062007-10-20T12:34:00.000+08:002007-10-20T13:26:40.637+08:00

Finally after such a long time, i'm having time for myself again. :)The pda has been one of the world's greatest creation. I have found myself to be increasingly dependent on it. Somehow my life is constantly revolving around this little gadget. I have recently zhng-ed it with the addition of a 4-in-1 stylus pen (n pencil, n highlighter n ballpoint). Also i did some house cleaning on it, and made

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-82340007185484271302007-10-16T00:32:00.000+08:002007-10-16T00:55:09.415+08:00

Edwin just sent me a most ultimate mtv of the season. a extremely cheesy cowboyish milkman sing-a-long, insanely sung by the one who never bother to articulate his words and regurgitate everything in a constant slur, mr jay. Most mis-matched. But still i was highly fascinated by it as I was in complete denial tat the singer who drifted on mt akina also does part time milk delivery.Ah hah! the

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-85401943331850592332007-10-11T02:31:00.000+08:002007-10-11T02:36:06.100+08:00

haha... viewers' discretion is advised. my words are not meant for the average reader.Looks like we're at another episode of "Unspoken Words"bob

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-22494206828628320492007-10-04T21:53:00.000+08:002007-10-04T21:57:34.578+08:00

I have spent abt an hour typing my blog, but eventually I decided to trash it and not show. Because society is a delicate balance. A balancing act played by all around. We are all actors in our own rights. I have my role and my script, so let me play my part.Encore.bob

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-24430906452810465632007-08-27T22:19:00.000+08:002007-08-27T23:19:04.980+08:00

Have you ever wonder what you would do if you realised you have only a few days left to live? Before you start listing out the politically correct, holistic and socially responsible answers, pause for a moment to digest this question and reflect it in a realistic manner. I know it's pretty hard, unless you are experiencing it yourself.Now what if it all did happened? But in a dream?I had the

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-90283218902116169942007-08-02T23:19:00.001+08:002007-08-02T23:43:37.739+08:00

Like a fool, like a foolI chased the wind like a foolI held it in my hands; kissed it's forehead tooeven though it was slipping throughlike a fool, like a foolI fought the shadows like a foolI punched it in the plasters; in the concrete tooevery single blow hurts like twolike a fool, like a foolI watched the time passed, like a foolit was ever so nonchalant, and haughty toofor i'm not worthy of

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-44085628336039358442007-07-30T20:49:00.000+08:002007-07-30T23:33:45.232+08:00

amazing. i've survived more than a month without blogging. i wonder if anyone still drops by here for updates.in any case, the blog has to live on, my sanctuary, my place to holler and vent. So let these fingers translate thoughts into text, revealing a little more than just revelations of my daily acts.read on, with a pinch of salt please.---------------------------------------------------------

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-15732325621417344852007-06-19T00:37:00.001+08:002007-06-19T01:03:11.001+08:00

it's sunny again.a smile crept upon my faceaway with the thundering clouds and howling windraindrops bittersweet to tasteit's sunny againbut where have the others gonewhy wouldnt anyone join me in one accordand sing away my sorrowed songit's sunny againalthough i'm drenched inside outi chose not to complain, whine nor sighbut smile with a hidden poutit's sunny againbut it will not be for longthe

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-85979160238799473342007-06-04T21:17:00.000+08:002007-06-04T21:36:32.111+08:00

Dear Blog,I've never meant to leave you. BUT have been extremely bogged down by so many stuffs n thoughts. So i figured i'd slap it all here to excuse myself from all blogging liabilities until further notice.1) Reworking my past projects for grad show2) Portfolio designing3) WebsiteS creation4) Photography5) Emerge6) Sleeping at odd hours7) playing bejeweled8) playing guitar9) trying to play

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-58322519061676631952007-05-27T03:15:00.000+08:002007-05-27T21:49:57.246+08:00

Definition of Bob's BlogThe expressed form of my thoughts, classified under the category of "id". I'm sorry i short circuited the whole hierarchical order of human behaviour, but my blog is simply what runs thru my mind and DOES NOT represent how I would behave or react upon contact. This is not a case of being hypocritical, rather it's how the "ego", "super-ego", "instinct" and the entire

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-54934744315599148242007-05-15T23:46:00.000+08:002007-05-16T00:56:44.939+08:00

i am highly perturbed by the zingazanged icon layout for my blog creation process. why is my text box so squashed? why is my icon bar so.. so... tall?! why can't i bold my text like how i used to? clicking on the icon only expose some grotesque phrase like "Error on page" EEwww!Sigh, technologies.. never humane.(if you see bold text above means my web lessons in poly were not in vain :P)Anyway i

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-22062684930949637672007-05-02T12:38:00.000+08:002007-05-02T12:56:47.055+08:00

my frustrations cannot be heard...less people stumble and wonder what's wrong.i can only hope...dying for a stupid causeBob in a facade

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-61922492539844768832007-04-20T05:17:00.000+08:002007-04-20T06:26:20.781+08:00

i thought, if i dont make the effort to blog now, i'll probably never blog at all. And if i don't blog, i'll miss my customary birthday blogging! *Gasp*Ah-hem... so erm, here goes.i'm finally officially 24. Ok, 24yrs and 1 day old. It's my golden pig year too.. some kinda chinese zordiac calculation that declared good fortune upon me, and.. the many others who were born in 1983. Say, if all of us

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-71994313918378625292007-04-16T01:28:00.000+08:002007-04-16T01:30:48.180+08:00

finally i'm back! was away in aussie from 24th Mar to 14th Apr. So if you had attempted to reach me but to no avail, now u you know y. :Preally beat now, i'll let the blogging bug bite tmr. So stay tune... whoever u are.. :PCheersBob

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-61753962848543744232007-03-11T03:19:00.000+08:002007-03-11T04:15:11.651+08:00

once upon a time, there were 3 little pigs who left their mom's house to build their own. Along the way, they had some very interesting encounters.The first little pig saw an old friend.How nice it is, thought the little pig. Had wanted to chat for a little longer but the friend's colleagues were waiting for her. Oh well, lamented the pig, perhaps next time then.The little pig continued his

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-86690349796579162452007-02-25T23:51:00.000+08:002007-02-26T01:55:44.158+08:00

1) Farewell my friendsIt's the season when..Summer vacationers retreat to their overseas college for the next acadamic year or supplementary papers..Freshies embark on their degree programme on foreign soil...And overseas industrial attachments draws high flying geeks away.All those gatherings and meetings were awesome, catching up brings a lot of memories, and memories are what we have left to

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-72854817895359789792007-01-30T15:52:00.000+08:002007-01-30T17:26:39.830+08:00

I'm back once again. Or rather, i had restrained my fingers to blog. School projects proved too much of a hindrance to virtual speech.Anyway, here's some updates and thoughts:"Designers are not cheap labour."Edwin encouraged me to blog about it. I hesitated for a moment, then i figured, it's great to voice out here, some kinda therapeutic effect it cast on me.So what's up with this statement?Well

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Today marks the end of an automotive story in my life with the collection of Sunny. This accident opened the book and subsequent drives illustrated the remaining sleeves. Perhaps I would like to take some time to recount, and perhaps depict the private thoughts of some of the involved individuals for the closing page.men in blue:Again.Watching these scenes unfolding makes me sick. Circumstances

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From bumped to bumperThe highway ablazed with zipping headlights. Transport of various makes and models were on their pilgrimage to a higher calling; home. Just like the rest, I too embarked on this journey to send my girlfriend home.What can go wrong on this perfectly normal weekday night?ANYTHINGSomeone jams his brake. In front of me.At 80 to 90 km/h, i literally floored the brakepad to prevent

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Of ham and onion sandwich...Pack me a message of loveSealed with dreams fulfilledNothing less, nothing moreLove of me, love of youZarah.Of forgotten friend...i'm so glad i saw you again.i'm so touched when you called me by namei thought i would never seethis day, this friend, would set me free.Thank you.Of faith, in GodA little imperfection taints my mortal soulA little skin covers my hidden

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can you hear the whispers that call out from the midst of the storm?the murmur mixed rumble that echoed from the depth of the hurricane.yea, i heard them calling me by name, dragging me by hand.yea, prompted from the depth. i was stirred, shaken, flung and bent.so fly boy fly, along side the dilapidated roofsmile as the rain cuts through your sunken cheeksmix a replusive cocktail of rain, blood

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It is official, finally i've a legitimate reason to blog :) I used to wonder.. am I wasting my time? By investing in where others don't encourage, or even bother. But after some sharing with my lecturer and peers, i was immensely enlightened by the art of blogging. Yes! An art form no less, and it is incredibily beneficial to the establishment of my career prospects ahead.Bob, the copywriter.Of

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Blog therapy in process.----------------------------Tired and worn. But what can I say?Been rushing my project till 4.30am this morning, followed by a rather intensive and extensive discussion with my lecturer with regards to the future of us designers. After that, i returned home for dinner and just when i thought i could get my well deserved rest, i was mistaken.Someone called,put me thru some

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my travel logI saw a patriot's prideI saw a destitude's handI saw an open woundwith none to tend.I saw a hardened heartI saw a childhood lostI saw smiling facesbehind those closed doorsI saw an orange aftertasteI saw the women facesI saw the daily papersprinted on even pages

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My long awaited holiday beckons!Okay... maybe I did not spend tat much time anticipating it. But in any case, it's a break and escape from this urbanised fishing village! looking forward to the life the vietnamese led, the nature that surrounds their habitat and the little beautifuls that decorate their lives.Don't miss me too much people.Hmm...Too broad an audience. Bet many of you will never

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1162231684472449372006-10-31T00:55:00.000+08:002006-10-31T02:08:04.576+08:00

blaring my brainwaves...i've had a friend, a brother from the days of old. We were really close friends, brothers to a certain extend. When i first saw him, i told myself, i wanna be his friend. He was this blob of joy and laughter and friendly aura exudes from him.A great friend i've had.We went thru a series of life's stages and many of which strengthen our bond, but 1. i'll not bitch about

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shmily Zarah.

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Time.Much needed, much sought after, much deprieved.Somehow everyone wants a bit of me. My schedules are often packed. My parents gotta make appointment to spend time with me. My girlfriends wants to spend eternity with me already and my friends are liken to the stars of the skies and sands on the shore. Like what Peter parker once said, with great power comes great responsibilties, and so i have

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LTC David.The CO tat I marched in the marching contingent during his COC to School 1 in Nov 2003, n finally.. now.. as a former subordinate, i've graced his COC out of this place. A defining moment and a memorable event forever etched in my mind. i'm not army siao.. just people oriented. i love it when i play a part in the finer moments of people's life. being there for my CO was perhaps one such

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best boyfriend award winner.

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The Shepherd, herders and sheepwe grew too much to know where we were we climbed too fast to realise those who fellwe thought we are immortal, because of who we servewe thought we are the mountains, but actually humanstop thinking numbers when people matterquit asking me for souls when i'm drying upyour fame spreads, while your flock scattersyou gain a thousand, but lose a hundred lessSo many

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Darn...it's already 4.30am.. i'm still up an awake blogging. :P Oh.. did i mention i gotta be out and about for research in a few hours time at national library?Was out at Zouk last night. (Yes, i was at Zouk. wholesome folks, brace urself pls :P) Was quite an experience. There are a few mini platforms all around, and my classmates n I have ploked ourselves comfortably a few metres off 1 of these

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1157479807785060142006-09-06T01:36:00.001+08:002006-09-06T02:10:07.786+08:00

Contentment. :)Imagine this.You have been out working the whole day and you are famished. Someone gives you a plate of tantalizing chicken rice. It's fragrant, graced with chicken drumstick and an egg. To top it off, you get a bowl of prawn dumpling soup and iced cold cola.A moment of truth.You consume it.Mmmmmmm... :)Within a few moments of this brief aquaintance, man and food formed a seamless

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In the midst of my art history intensive week. how amazing. I'm finally slogging thru lectures upon lectures that killed many of my comrades with the Zzz monster. It's quite interesting as the last i struggled with it was during those training shed daes listening to boring technical handling techniques.So what's so amazing?I'm actually enjoying the lessons. The wonders of looking at things from a

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Walls do crumble and fall.At times we lean on them for support,to shield us from the sun,to hide away from the enemy's glare,to inspire and to encourage when the going gets tougher than us.Yes, these very walls we once depended upon, may disintegrate and would not be able to perform the roles and responsibilities they once played. They had faith of colossal extend, yet apparently failed to move

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1154973016544108172006-08-08T01:28:00.000+08:002006-08-08T01:50:16.580+08:00

WOw Wow!I was truly truly touched by my class today!Basically several of them helped me out with the last lap of my deadline rush. Yup~ I was really overwhelmed by their kind gestures. I almost melted away when you guys came and asked what could you do to help, so much so that when all of u assisted i could only stand back and lend eye power coz all the tools and equipments were fully utilized!

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1154884404542620012006-08-07T00:50:00.000+08:002006-08-07T01:13:24.570+08:00

Ah.. my little haven.Sneaked here for a breather. Away from the checklist of content creation of my design concept.I am currently down with some back sprain. Yupsie, windsurfing hazard. Improper techniques and over exertion has resulted in it's resonating protest. Yes, i hear you loud and clear. So much so that I am rendered un-surfable for the next 2 weeks or so. Man.. there goes my tan and "

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I think life rocks, literally. It has it's ups n downs. Sometimes things are more beautiful, somethings everything seems so gloomy. The beauty of it all is tat God strengthens us when we r weak, when we are battered and worn, when we wished tat it would end, but we endured, n we survived.When we look back, hey, i've been there, done that. When things ahead show similar situations, we are better

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urgh~!Something's stuck on my back... just gotta let go~!Yes. I've been plagued by this rambling tat never fails to lift (rocket) up a brow or two every now n then.I didnt make it to class rep.To make things worst. i created this turn of event myself.I PERSONALLY TOLD THE WHOLE CLASS, LECTURERS INCLUDED TO VOTE FOR THOSE ZAI IN THIS FIELD. I KILLED THE DECIDING VOTES WITH MY BIG MOUTH~n the

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1152728841249633202006-07-13T02:11:00.000+08:002006-07-13T02:27:21.286+08:00

Wow..The feeling of school rocks. I'm having a very different approach to school now.Hey~ I thought school was supposed to be a dreary n yucky? Why this paradox shift?Well, credit goes to all that I have been through. After toiling through national service, then a short stint as a flash designer, a different light was shed upon this once abhored phase in life. School is akin to heaven as to what

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1152112965789977802006-07-05T21:15:00.000+08:002006-07-05T23:22:45.883+08:00

Dear Blog,How have you been? Idling in the corner of my virtual environment again? Tsk tsk.. Make yourself more useful pls!Blog leans over and whispers into my ears.Oh... so u r trying to put the blame on me? What's tat about me being lazy and not making that conscientious effort to update is it? Eh.. dun play punk, go one corner and gimme 20~!Blog's eyes widen. Shocked, and proceeds with his

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1149267138175614032006-06-03T00:29:00.000+08:002006-06-03T00:52:18.190+08:00

i just re-lived the days of my OCS training.was watching the video that was compiled by some kind souls to help me capture my training days. Wow.. i survived it. Now, i'm missing it. What irony. Then i was condemming the route i chose and now i'm like appreciating what has passed.But of coz, training alone would be torturous, if not meaningless. My OCS mates gave meaning and purpose for everyday

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1149184036552204122006-06-02T01:19:00.000+08:002006-06-02T01:47:16.566+08:00

i'm back.I never left actually, i just did not blog.Basically i just got back from Msia for a short getaway over the weekend. It was pretty awesome. Ran away with my closest group of friends, the Supper Gang. We met up with one of our gangies who has kinda moved over to Msia to work as a hair salon boss (it was his dad who started it.) We linked up at JB city Sq, n then proceeded to our place of

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1147541039050482112006-05-14T01:00:00.000+08:002006-05-14T01:23:59.070+08:00

i'm back!This is the day that the Lord has made! I will rejoice and be glad in it!It sure do have some kinda therapeutic effect on me. Feels comforted that the Almighty one is in control of everything.I'm like trying to spend more time with the people around me, esp my cell members. It's like i've been with many of them for more than a year, but i never really knew them on a personal basis until

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What a gathering!One of the grandest and perhaps final HQ cohesion for me and my former colleagues at BMTC 1. Time flies, soldiers ORD, life goes on... Finally, the last of HQ cohesion I will ever attend. My former NSf colleagues and peers have already left or are in the midst of clearing their annual leaves. The regulars are pending posting out or are ceasing service within this few months. The

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1146421163170095412006-05-01T02:07:00.000+08:002006-05-01T02:19:23.183+08:00

Passing thoughts: Limit BreakTher are times when a soldier can only fight so far. The raining shells and ballistics are no longer a cause for concern. Perhaps a stray bullet to the shin would give him a much needed rest. A triggered landmine might just jolt his senses together, and cast thoughts on the cause for this battle. Let him bite your bullet, so he can excuse himself legitimately from his

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Dear Blog,i miss my army days. I miss wearing the green and crossing the hills and valleys. I miss the idellic moment cooking combat rations with my comrades. I miss doning on my FBO, dusting the bar upon my shoulder, shagging out with my buddies on the mountain ridges. I miss chatting with my guys at my little corner outside mpo's office. Soldiers after soldiers would just take the opportunity

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Dear Blog,Finally I am back blogging a little.Life has been pretty good. Living out the next phase of my life, the working life.This is perhaps the longest and the very key phase that makes or breaks a person in today's society. Am pretty adpated to it so far, in fact I am loving it. It gives me financial freedom, taking control of my schedules and it is the platform for me to materialize my

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My euphoric highs.No they're not eastasy, ice or any form of prohibited drugs. But my passions.Music is one of them. I can play my bass until i could feel my blood rushing up to my head.. my breaths becoming shorter.. as I run thru my favourite riffs. Or as I listen intendly to the pulse and rhythm of good alternative/emo rock bands, the bass and lead guitar running the lows and highs.. elevates

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1140890065703095372006-02-26T00:54:00.000+08:002006-02-26T01:54:25.763+08:00

What a day...Started the day meeting up my poly friend for some work discussion, got on to work from 10 to 2. While i was working, the radio tuned to class 90fm kept me company, belting out oldies upon oldies. Then came the public announcement of road closures around town area due to the funeral of Mr. S. Rajaratnam.This name has always been rather alien to name. Never really knew who he was or

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1140621606109456842006-02-22T22:22:00.000+08:002006-02-22T23:20:06.210+08:00

Finally.. i'm making that additional, extra, over-the-mountain of an effort to populate my blog.Dear Blog, How are you?It's been a while since i last wrote in. Maybe coz i'm no longer in army, therefore much of the sufferings i harboured then, no longer exist. Definitely it's something to be grateful for, but then again, what now to motivate my blogger's pen?Blogging is good. Helps me to keep

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1138035318139252092006-01-24T00:05:00.000+08:002006-01-24T00:55:18.183+08:00

Strange...I am getting prompted to write my blog~!Oh well, guess I have been on a long blogless vacation eh? Perhaps I no longer wanna share my thoughts? Ney.. more of the reluctance to type after a long day's work. My office dun even allow me to surf the net. Yucky...Some updates after sooooooo long. Actually I've done quite a fair bit during the month of Dec last year, band performances,

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Today's kinda bad. Weather only added to my turmoil.Sometimes gals will never realise how much their guys are sacrificing for them. Yeah.. my dad n I just got into a heated arguement today, guess what? On me wanting to bike, taking the car too much, and doing the unnecessary. Unnecessary equates to bringing my gal back home then drive her home n then to U-turn to my home. Shucks, I'm probably

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Happy New Year!Never mind i'm a bit late, but still it's a good start. Let's do a bit of recap from last month...30th Nov:Performance for ISS international School.3rd - 7 th Dec:Holiday in Australia9th Dec:Manpower BBQ!10th Dec:Performance cum event management at *Scape Orchard14th - 15th Dec:"Braddell Reunite '05! 10 Years On..." Primary School Gathering17th Dec:Xmas Cell group~!20th Dec:Xmas

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heavy heartedi pondered at the ripples of your tearswhy the distress?when the sun always shine from behind of youThe facadely smilestainted your complexion with a fearthe hidden sobsdisguised by the silhouette of your frameyou can't go on like how you used tothe pillar you were to so manyis finally cracking and tremblingone day, just crash down to wake the callous onesthe steel beams that held

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1134444677070921542005-12-13T11:12:00.000+08:002005-12-13T11:31:17.083+08:00

had a dreamwas dreaming of yousweet it seemedshared a drinklooked unto your eyesmy heart singsHow lovelyis my dream of youmy babyso i sleptto linger with youa little longercause nothing else matterscause everything else faltersexcept this love for youweijian 13/12/05

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It's already 3.30am. Just came back from a gathering at Clark Quay with my army frens. It's Jason's birthday and he invited me down to his bday gathering.. wow.. it's the 2nd bday i've celebrated with him so far liao... Cool..Anyway basically I've had a great time talking and spending time with them all. Great to know that they miss me too... seems like the chair next to where i formerly sat aint

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1133320723072039162005-11-30T09:44:00.000+08:002005-11-30T11:18:43.126+08:00

I've been appointed as a CO.Civilian Officially. :)There's so much i wanna start but do not know where to begin. Let's expedite on it in it's sequence of occurance.Clearance:I had always harboured a cartload of shudders and dreads whenever it comes to interaction with my Log Officer. Pre-conceived mindsets of PSOs as cannibals (Dys as consumables) set me off in the wrong footing and subsequent

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OrD personnel...i just went back camp for my ORD function cum promotion cert presentation. Lovely time i've had there. Interacted with several of my campmates, closely attached to many of them, i had many mini gatherings of sort. Before we knew it, it's the cert and plaque presentation time.Names upon names were called, the recipients went onstage coupled with cheers from their respective

weijianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05472302411037101256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863315.post-1131649305367723642005-11-11T02:39:00.000+08:002005-11-11T03:01:45.423+08:00

Ah... i smell civilization in the making.Am pretty busy with my own stuffs these few daes. Designing, drawing, playing my bass, tutoring my gal, exercising, meeting up friends, kaypohing at *scape, etc etc. Kinda nice i muz admit. Relaxing, doing what i always wanted.. then reality struck."Your gold mine has collapsed."Yes, i just drew my last allowance from the lovely SAF. After contributing

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My army days are numbered. The day I once yearned for suddenly seems a little undesirable. My subconcious nature is interceding with God, to slow the tides to a crawl, so that I can appreciate more of what I once shunned, unfortunately such intervention proves futile.My heart is running the mile again, just like the good ol days before departing from one institute to another. Those wasted tears

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i twitched the settingsfine tuned the codesi connect the switchespowered up my souli polished my bodypridefully adornedliked unto an armorvictorious from battlesthen i realisedI lacked a hearti dunno how it feelsto sense your heartso strip me of the pridestrapped to the beltsend me to the furnaceso that i can learn to melta heart like yours..

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i love my carrot stewed :) Birthdays after birthdays.. they never seem to end eh? hehheeh.. but it's good, coz they're reminders that these wonderful people were added to the earth's population and have impacted my life in a great way..Today's my gal's mom's birthday, the 19th is my dear's birthday, 13th is my dad's birthday.. these people are people i love and have contributed to my being and

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Heyhey~!I just found something I wrote 2 years ago in a Yahoo group of mine.. kinda like it.. so here goes~!--------------------------------------------------------------------Staring down what i adornedI kissed my youth goodbyeCasting away the robes long wornOf laughters rang and many sighsCaress the threads that remainedover my arms in silken flowdepart they must, as ordainedrestraining none my

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The testimonials say it all...I'm not trying to be complacent here. riding upon the praises of others that I make a superb boyfriend. Rather I'm making a reflection of the things I've done and contributed to making this relationship evergreen.There has to be commitment from all, to ensure that their relationship grows. But as we give, we must also know when to let down and to hold back so that we

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I wonder...What does it take to the the perfect boyfriend?Someone who is totally dedicated to the decreed whimes and fancies of Her Highness? Forsaking much, to follow the girl whom Cupid pierced, our hearts with one shot? When there are so many on the balance, how then does one decide what to let go and hold not?Many a times, I would be tormented with difficult decisions to make. Decisions that

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Wow, awesome nite.Was out at the airport sending off a fellow platoon mate of mine, Alvin, who is going over to Cambridge*gaspx* to further his studies.Yes. Cambridge.*more gasping and an overwhelmed lady collapses*He's on a scholarship and will be doing his Masters at US, totally FOC. The emphasis here is more of the "will be". Masters is the understatement, Doctorate? Perhaps...*paramedic

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Race DayLine up of the nite, Celica, Toyota Corolla n Nissan Sunny!It starts off with a race between the Toyota n Nissan off Mac Reserve.. Nissan exhibits excellent pickup and is running at it's prime with Toyota tailing behind. Oh no, the traffic juntion ahead proves a little complicated for our "triangulated" driver, thus losing the lead and reaches the next check point, 3rd in position, along

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