01.08.09
Out
celebrated feng’s bdae early.
dinner at kenny rogers suntec.
ate a chicken pot pie myself. damn i almost cannot finish the pie. but damn deliciously.
12.14.08
Jamming
Went back to Orlando.
Started the session with how to save a life. Sucks. The keys arent weighted, so it feels weird to play.
should have gone back to anaki, because they have a digital piano, which is just the right thing to use for how to save a life.
jerk it out was awesome. i think its the only song tt we can play without major screwups, but we must stop stealing each other’s solo parts 
man who can’t be moved. surprisingly fc can sing, its a pretty nice song to listen to. but not playing, as we still do not have the ability to do justice to the song yet.
while my guitar gently weeps still need improvement. wj needs to learn his part.
im still waiting for fc to pass my the recording of the song, both last week’s one and today’s one.
12.07.08
Jamming
Went jamming again. This time at Anaki records at chinatown.
The place was not too hard to find, but they people sure are punctual. They don’t open before 11am, and they come exactly on the dot for our booking at 11. The studio is on the third floor, but the thai incense from the thai massage parlour on the second floor stinks the whole stairway. Chow booked the Jam Studio, which supposedly could fit 10 people, but i think with the five of us (nick absent – at church) present it was already getting squeezy.
We started off with How to save a life (the only song i practised although we agreed to try three new songs), which came off surprisingly well during the first run through. Keyboards was lead, so if you ignore the singer, i was the show, although all i play are just three riffs. We took 1 hour to perfect the song (at least near perfect), after which we started discussing how we could personalise the song for our band. Out came the slow chorus, the rock chorus and wj’s miraculous guitar solo somewhere after the rock chorus. every song we do, he must solo, even if the guitar is not an instrument required for the song. can’t blame wj, he’s the only child, and it’s only through his solos that he presents himself and shows his presence.
we eventually did a recording of how to save a life, and im still waiting for fc to send me the file. i just hope we do well if we do attempt to perform.
11.17.08
Priority seats.
If you haven’t been noticing, priority seats label has been appearing on the seats nearest to the train doors.
Is this system going to work? Melvin and I discussed this matter based on the issues of incentives vs disincentives.
Before the ‘priority seats’, when a person in need of the seat (an elderly, a pregnant lady, a parent carrying a baby etc) boards the train, there is an incentive to give up your seat to the person. If no one offers his/her seat because of personal comfort, there will somehow be a feeling of guilt in him/her. The incentive of not bearing the guilt of leaving the needy soul standing, will push young-abled people to stand up and offer the seat. That is about twenty possible seat-givers for two rows of seats.
Now, with the ‘priority seats’, the incentive to offer the seat only falls on four people for two rows of seats. On the specially labeled seats, one will face stares if he/she does not give up the seat. This is definitely a stronger incentive for seat-giving because the seat-givers are pre-designated. However, for the other people not on the priority seats, it gives them a disincentive to offer the seat becuase our mentality will switch to think that “it is not our duty to offer our seats because THOSE four are supposed to stand up”. The ‘not us’ mentality removes the guilt factor (emotional cause) raised up in the previous paragraph.
With and without the priority seats, there would be people offering their seats. But the question of human emotional elements vs systematic designation arises. The same results, but different means. Which do you think will be better for society? You decide.
11.08.08
RICC camp
Camp was a bit the sian. Emo IT admin now paranoid already, they block all kinds of .exe files, then the juniors can’t include team bonding lanning session in the plan.
I was lucky i brought my laptop, so i played game like nobody’s business.
Day1
Didnt go to camp until 5pm, had to submit I&R. /* YES! PW IS OVER! */ Was not intending to stay overnight, but after lanning until 8+, i felt it was too late to walk all the way back so i phoned home and said that i was staying overnight.
The juniors had lessons after lessons, so i didn’t get a chance to interact with them. Spent the time lanning AOE3 in the Mac lab instead. Playing AOE3 on the new iMacs is cool, but not when playing with a single click mouse. Stopped lanning when the school decided to cut electricity to the aircon, when back to robolab to chill.
The night was spent lanning LieroX until 4 in the morning, and i slept in preparation for econs remedial.
Day2
Woke up and went to AMK polyclinic to remove my stitches. Waiting for my turn is tiresome. I hate polyclinics for their long queues. Went home, wash up, then left for school. Went late for econs lecture, didn’t know if any familiar face was around, so i sat alone at the corner of the LT.
After lecture, was a few other random meetings with peeps, before i drag my tiresome body back to sleep.
At around midnight, Mr. Soon brough his xbox360 and rock band to camp. Rock banded in the robolab until 3am. i am so not use pressing buttons on fake guitars, instead of positioning my fingers on the fret and strumming. the night ended earlier this time and i fell asleep aroud 4+ i guess.
Day3
Missed CSE lecture. I totally forgot about it, and slept until 10. Then i freaked out, ate breakfast, washed up and left for lecture. Feng abandoned me for his girl, and my class didn’t leave a seat for me, so i ended up sitting by myself again. 
Went for lunch at J8 with class. Damn pissed. Some big fark thinks that he can snatch table when he speak ang-moh english and has ang-moh kakis. We had 7 of us waiting for some cat high dudes to finish their lunch, then this big un-chinese guy came over and asked inpolitely whether the dudes were done. The dudes left, then as we moved across the table from our current position at one end, he barked his way across the table towards us and wagged his tail to call his masters over. Tension was high as we stared at each other, then he just sat down with his pack.
But lunch went on peacefully with my class separated on different tables. Went back camp and ended up lanning again until the j1s got too bored. we left, and i went home to sleep.
11.04.08
Staring hurts
I know i have a chin laceration, stiched up behind a white bandage.
Things that are not normal occurances always draw attention. That I do not disagree. But staring hurts.
It’s okay to take a second glance, maybe a third for some. But please don’t stare.
I do occasionally take a second look at the person on wheelchair or the old man singing by the road, curiosity cannot be helped, but that is where self control comes in.
Staring hurts. It hurts me, just as it would hurt your pathetic little eyes.
11.03.08
Sick Sick Sick
Fell sick. Bad cough, bad flu, bad everything. Oh and i FELL sick literally too.
Was sleeping, therefore bp low.
Took medication, feeling drowsy.
Got up for lunch, mentally wanting to eat, physically still in the low bp, drowsy state.
So i fell, sick.
Sick, because of the laceration on my chin.
Got four stitches for that.
“It’ll be nice, don’t worry”, quote Doctor.
Nice what? Nice healing or nice scar?
And i feel bad for my pw mates because OP has to be rescheduled. I’m sorry.
