Saturday, February 24, 2007

Random Picture

Random Picture, ROFL Copter, Enjoy.
I particularly like when the helicopter blast their projectile to he hapless civilians. Click on the picture to activate the slide show.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Scouts Day

Scouts day was fun actually, you can show off your uniform around the school, people will asking you whether you are a PL or not. But the most important thing is that how it meant to you. Scouts day, a normal person will just shrugged it off as a another UYO parade, but for the Scouts, it is a special day, just like a festival such as the chinese New Year we had celebrated. I receive an SMS today, wishing me happy Scouts Day, I felt touch, not because someone remembered scouts day, but the passion behind it. Sadly, I possess none of the passion exerted by a government school student. We are ACS, act like people from ACS.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007


To be, or not to be, —that is the question:—
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? —To die, —to sleep,—
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, —'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, —to sleep;—
To sleep! perchance to dream: —ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know naught of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

Hamlet Act 3 Scene 1

Just came across the famous line while studying, why are human so doomed with their believes?

Random Post

Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
Just working my way through the night, trying to save time. I feel depressed somehow, with everything going on. I feel lethargic and lack of enthusiasm. I lost a purpose.... A Chinese New Year is suppose to be happy and fun, but it shows a contrary at best, a lost cause at worst.