A Class of My Own


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Ronald

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SJI (Once a Josephian, always a Josephian)

ex-CJ-ian

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Revenge of the Fallen
Thursday, November 12, 2009
12:11 PM
Listening to Steve Jablonsky's Transformers II: ROTF soundtrack sparked off vivid images from the actual Transformers II movie in my head.

Awesome. Simply awesome.


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Of Hopes and Dreams
Monday, November 09, 2009
8:24 PM
WISHLIST that will probably (never) be fulfilled

1. DSLR


2. Saxophone + Saxophone lessons


3. 4.5 for my GPA

4. A new desktop (not a Mac)
5. My very own car (preferably a BMW 750Li)


6. My very own yacht



7. Pilgrimage to Old Trafford plus match tickets


8. A Gundam (Preferably Gundam 00 Raiser, but I'm fine with Strike Freedom, or heck, Heavy Arms)

9. To take over the world!


10. A girlfriend


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In Due Dedication
Sunday, November 08, 2009
7:43 PM
One year ago I was in Australia, resting on my Safari Bed (see picture below), hurling curses at the scorching heat wave that encapsulated the entire desert that I called home for 20-odd days, and feeling wave after wave of homesickness gush upon me.


One year on, I'm still fighting battles. While these battles no longer reside on mountain tops or dense jungles, wars between time and emotions are being waged.


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Wrenching
Monday, November 02, 2009
9:55 AM
As I woke up this morning, I found life laughing in my face yet again.

The difference between any other person and me is that I will still get up, take its mockery on my chin and go for class looking unscathed. No matter how hard life slaps me, no matter how many times I get kicked around and no matter how many times I taste its bitter essence, I know I will never beat myself down.

4 more weeks.


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Worry
Monday, October 26, 2009
8:15 PM
Worry Worry Worry.

Things that I'm Currently Worried About
1. COM 201 Test on Thurs
2. Results for my Psych Test

Things to START Worrying About
1. German (after my appalling grades in the CA)
2. COM 203 Research topics (need to start!)
3. COM 204 Assignment 3 Part 3

Things to Stop Worrying About
1. Who to buy next in PES 2010 Master League -.-
2. What movie I should catch over the weekend
3. Whether I should go back home on Tuesday for the Man Utd match against Burnley
4. Whether I'll get a girlfriend in 5 years time

Things I can not Worry About for the Time Being
1. Studying for COM 204
2. Econs

Bleagh.


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The Darkness Beyond
Friday, October 16, 2009
1:27 PM
The dark street stretched beyond my vision, and merged with the proliferating darkness that hinged beyond. Yet there I was, nonchalant, indifferent and seemingly unaffected by the shadowy figures that danced alongside the dilapidated walls that filled the corners of my eyes. I checked my watch. The time read 2.

I appreciated the solidarity that the streets offered, albeit holding on to a slight inclination that all mortality had not succumbed to their slumbering desires, and one might accompany me in this growing mist of darkness.

I raised my head, squinted my enervated eyes at the glaring photons emitted by the flickering street lamp. The surroundings barely made any sense in relation to my existence, one that contrasted with burgeoning crepuscule and twilight. I dug my hands deeper into my pockets, and shivered. The wind howled.

Weariness and impatience mushroomed. Reflexively, I leaned against a parchment plastered wall that probably once belonged to a column for movie adverts. It all seemed so, so very uncanny that I found myself in such a lingering state. Sniffing, I checked my timepiece again, and groaned as realization struck that barely 5 minutes had passed.

My toes wriggled, and my eyebrows twitched. It was getting all so unfamiliar, and just so, cold. The night shade was toying with my senses, and draining the extent to which they performed. A cat screeched in the background, raising my hairs to their ends. I closed my eyes.

Negating the cold whisk that was ruffling my uncombed hair, I struggled to pull myself away from whatever comfort my back-rest was providing. I noticed a crushed can lying aimlessly beside my feet. Shuffling, I jabbed it with my left foot. The resulting clang it emitted echoed off the surrounding walls. Then, silence.

Hugging my trench-coat tighter, I made my way down the gloom engulfed street. I, for one, knew not what lay within, but I felt prepared.

I smiled.


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Running for a Cause
Thursday, August 06, 2009
1:32 PM
Half-Marathon Train Log.

10km Run 1: 47 mins

10km Run 2: 43 mins

13km Run 1: 60 mins

15km Run 1: 67 mins (yes crazy I know)

15km Run 2: 70 mins

17km Run 1: 81 mins

19km Run 1: (Target) 100mins

21km Run: (Target) Anything below 2 hours


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