Tuesday, June 28, 2005


Today, people turned up for training really brown and burnt-looking. Some people still had the pinkish look. Goes to show how badly burnt they were. Uncle Brown Nut was like, red and brown at the same time, if there's such a skin colour. YK looked pink. Enginger was just red, though not as red as on Saturday night.

And of course, my stupid burn hasn't exactly healed over and turn brown like Wai's has. So I was in agony as I carried my bogu all the way to school, in agony as I tried to put on my newly-washed gi without touching my back (and in the end I still ended up pulling the gi across my back anyway and causing me to yelp in pain), painfully putting on my do, and being thankful that the do himo crosses over the back, so it wouldn't hurt my poor sunburnt back.

And in case you think I'm exaggerating about the seriousness of my burn... you can ask the girls who were in the toilet just now. Clare, who thought I was probably embellishing, gave a horrified, "Oh my god!" when she saw my back. After training, my Precious put moisturiser all over my back for me, and now it feels so much better! Because I have been putting it on by myself for the last two days, and it sucks when you can't reach certain parts because you just can't reach it, or your arm hurts so much you can't reach behind.

I'd put up the picture of my back here, but for decency reasons, I shan't. Anyway, Clare called me a silly girl, and I have learnt that I should put sunblock on the places I can't reach (i.e. my back) just because.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

NUSKK outing @ Sentosa.

Firstly, I would like to say that there would have been none of these pictures if I hadn't bought batteries at this shop called Island Life.

Picture 113: Where I bought my batteries.

After watching some monkey show, Enginger and I cycled (yeah, we brought our own bicycles. The power of a car and a bicycle harness.) to this shop. And then I proceeded to take narcissistic shots of myself.

Picture 114: Sitting outside the shop after cycling.

These few pictures are taken right after we'd played a long game of volleyball (of sorts) in the hot afternoon sun. We were all starting to get really red by then.

Picture 115: Uncle Brown Nut and YK.

Almost everyone drinking a bottle each of soft drinks. Do you know how much those bloody bottles cost? No, it doesn't cost $2 or $2.50. It cost us $2.70 EACH. What the hell! Every drop had better taste doubly sweet and thirst-quenching.

Picture 116: Drink advert #1.

Picture 117: Drink advert #2.

Picture 118: Drink advert #3.

Picture 119: Enginger being shy with his cap.

Picture 120: Precious completely engrossed in an 8days article about Michael Jackson, the guy who gets away with everything, including child molestation charges and obvious nose jobs.

Picture 121: Cute kid who wandered into our area and just stared at us.

After a while, we played some frisbee. Then the girls decided to take a break and play some daidee while the guys played a really really hiong game of Monkey-in-the-Middle with the frisbee. By then, Dong arrived, so the guys were playing... rough.

Soon, we all went into the water and threw the volleyball about and played a game of Getting To Know Each Other. Uncle Brown Nut seemed especially keen on telling us a lot of stuff about himself. I bet he missed some of those throws on purpose. So after getting really really wrinkly, we got out of the water at about 6plus? 7? Not too sure of the time, cos I didn't check.

Picture 122: You can see how Uncle Brown Nut's back is damn red. Serves him right for not putting on sunblock. Just came out of the water (spent a long long time in the sea), and walking towards the toilets for quick showers.

Couldn't get a shower stall. Well, could have if I was willing to wait, perhaps like twenty minutes or more? But there were open shower stalls, so me, Wai, Precious decided to heck it and just shower and change outside. That's why we were quite fast, really.

Picture 123: All fresh and clean.

Picture 124: Picture of the skyline at Siloso Beach.

There was someone who refused to put sunblock because a) it feels icky, and b) "But there's no sun! Put sunblock for what!" Anyway, you can see from the picture below that he is tmd red. Compare it with a picture I took at the beginning of the day, when the sun wasn't out yet. He is so going to peel to bits.

Picture 125: Enginger redder than a lobster.

Picture 126: Compare and contrast.

Picture 127: I'll end with a scenery pic. Posted by Hello

Saturday, June 25, 2005



Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

-- W.S. Merwin

Sunday, June 19, 2005


Sigh. I know I've been playing too much Sims2 when:

i) I talk about them to anyone who listens.
ii) And get so excited about them that I start detailing each family.
iii) I get so involved in the minutiae of their lives that I start to live by their time.
iv) I think about couplings. Like when they grow up, which Sim they would marry. You know, like arranged marriages.
v) I worry about them dying on me before they get a chance to grow old.
vi) I wish they wouldn't grow old so that I can watch them live forever.
vii) I start making them have affairs, because that's what happens in the real world (most of the time).

Anyway, it gets slightly depressing when you find that your Sims are living better lives than you. There is this big arrow of Me guiding them to eat when they need food, go toilet before they wet themselves, direct them to improve their skills... I wish my life had such direction, man. I think I'm one of those people who can play Sims and never really get bored of them. I can always find new and creative ways to torture them, or make up new storylines for them, like, flirt with every single female within a five house radius.

I just realised how utterly obsessed I am with the game.

Saturday, June 18, 2005


When people start to avoid you during jikeiko, you know there must be something about your fighting style that people are either a) afraid of; or b) wary of. For me, it is both. You all know I'm injury prone... no need to be suicidal and get whacked to bits by a psycho kendoka.

So it is with great joy that I present to you the handiwork of Lim GY on one of our fellow kendoka (name withheld for privacy).

Picture 112: The side that got whacked and is bruised. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, June 14, 2005


Official photographer for grading, held on 12th June 2005. Because I was the only one who brought a camera. Go knock yourself out:

Picture 100: Taken before their grading. See how fresh they all look!

Picture 101: Who is N12?

Picture 102: Shacked after grading, our new shodan on the left, and Yasashii Man on the right.

Picture 103: The Shodan insisted that I take another picture of him, because he thought the previous one of him looked like crap. After I took this picture, he said he looked very hamsup.

Picture 104: Uncle Brown Nut says: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

Picture 105: Uncle Brown Nut says with this incredulous look: "No! I am not wearing the same thing as Wai! *tucks collar in*"

Picture 106: But it's okay, Uncle Brown Nut. We all know the truth about you and Wai. No use tucking in that collar... the colour gives it all away. d= (never trust me with a camera and Adobe Photoshop.)

Picture 107: Wai says, "Noooo! Me shy! I won't admit it! *shows off sweat stains on gi*"

Picture 108: Everyone deserves a good drink.

Picture 109: She says: "Nooo! No pictures of me!" *click!* Too late.

Picture 110: Pose of the Day. Every year, Uncle Brown Nut must come up with something funny. Last year it was the Big Fat Tongue. This year it's the I Am Cat, See Me Claw.

Picture 111: Leaving already? Posted by Hello

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Finite Simple Group (of Order Two)

Boon, a bigger maths nerd than me, sent me the following song a few nights ago. I lost the url to the site where you can view the video and download the song. But no fear! Just google the title of the song and you'll find it. I'm lazy to do so.

The Klein Four Group - Finite Simple Group (of Order Two)
(Original by M. Salomone)

The path of love is never smooth
But mine's continuous for you
You're the upper bound in the chains of my heart
You're my Axiom of Choice, you know it's true

But lately our relation's not so well-defined
And I just can't function without you
I'll prove my proposition and I'm sure you'll find
We're a finite simple group of order two

I'm losing my identity
I'm getting tensor every day
And without loss of generality
I will assume that you feel the same way

Since every time I see you, you just quotient out
The faithful image that I map into
But when we're one-to-one you'll see what I'm about
'Cause we're a finite simple group of order two

Our equivalence was stable,
A principle love bundle sitting deep inside
But then you drove a wedge between our two-forms
Now everything is so complexified

When we first met, we simply connected
My heart was open but too dense
Our system was already directed
To have a finite limit, in some sense

I'm living in the kernel of a rank-one map
From my domain, its image looks so blue,
'Cause all I see are zeroes, it's a cruel trap
But we're a finite simple group of order two

I'm not the smoothest operator in my class,
But we're a mirror pair, me and you,
So let's apply forgetful functors to the past
And be a finite simple group,
Be a finite simple group,
Let's be a finite simple group of order two
(Oughter: "Why not three?")

I've proved my proposition now, as you can see,
So let's both be associative and free
And by corollary, this shows you and I to be
Purely inseparable.
Q. E. D.