i think i've lost sight of my goals recently. and that would somewhat explain my confused, misdirected actions of late that does not achieve anything of note.
floorball training's tmr. and when was the last time i touched my stick? thursday when i brought it home. wth? hello sean, do you want to a) get into the team b) win nationals or not? how much more satisfaction would i get if i had just concentrated on getting my dota skillz up to scatch or stop the memory lapses from occuring when i play WE08? if i do jolly well intend to achieve SOMETHING of note next year, the hard work starts now, like tmr, and i had better have the discipline to follow it through.
discipline. something that had been instilled in me for 4 years through cross-country. i think it takes a lot of discipline to go down for every training on a saturday morning, knowing that you will be running a good part of 12km, panting like a dog, and go home feeling all wasted when you could be comfortably sleeping at home. but off-training training for cross only consists of eating well, drinking up and sleeping early. for floorball its kinda a lot more. i need to have the discipline to practice all my stickwork at home, every single day, twice if i can wring it. this is especially since i got a hell lot of time on my hands, and letting it go to waste, hell, i don't know how to face myself when next year comes. so lets not get to that point, shall we.
i feel like a slob these few days. i should really have taken the opportunity these few days to run or swim or do something at the very least. instead i have stayed at home facing the com the entire day. ok, i did complete 9km that day, but that was thursday, nearly a week ago. my god, what the hell.
i should also do well to bear in mind that the whole point of JC life is to get straights As and get the hell out of there. Nothing more, nothing less. No comment about anything else about school.
sean, sean, sean.
micronesiarox
navigate by hitting the right notes
by sean
Y O U T U B E L O V E
just for laughs
P R O F I L E
me myself and i :D
hi i'm sean and i play floorball
S I X T E E N
RANDOM FACTS
RANDOM FACTS
well, i am 17 years old, aren't i?
ONE 180 TWO 60 THREE football FOUR manchester united FIVE juan roman riquelme SIX i stopped running xD SEVEN bright colours EIGHT 4K'08 NINE star wars TEN JOSH GROBAN ELEVEN michael jackson rip TWELVE floorball THIRTEEN sand, sea and sun FOURTEEN sneakers FIFTEEN catholic SIXTEEN God
T O D O L I S T
basically my goals 0.o
i need to whack revision like nobody's business. i also need to get my life back in order again.
T A G B O A R D
yakkity yak yak
12:38 AM - Wednesday, October 21, 2009
12:10 PM - Tuesday, October 20, 2009
lets blog about something light for a change.
i just watched casino royale and moulin rouge! over the weekend. a tad late, i know (okay maybe more than a tad, like MUCH MORE ZOMGWTFBBQSAUCE), but still i enjoyed them (probably cause I read reviews before determining whether it was worth my time watching it). and i just realised that the sum total of the 2 movies that i watched in 2 days was equal to what i've watched the whole year. dr'w yer ow' concusions.
moulin rouge! was just sweet. i think it was a bit too draggy at first for my liking. idk, seems to be baz luhrmann's trademark (see: australia). but the ending was very touching; i was actually tearing in the library. that sounds quite loser, but oh well, at least i didn't start sobbing there and then. mcgregor's acting and singing were simply awesome. i really admire him as an actor. ok, his singing technique is not the best, but the sound he produces is uniquely him, which is why i like it so much. kidman ... her acting was ok, i guess, singing so-so only, overshadowed by mcgregor, if you ask me. but i'm a biased sob, so ...
casino royale was a rar-rar kind of show, seeing how it is james bond. i don't think eva green is that hot, but then again, what kind of hot chick works in Her Majesty's Treasury? You know, I disagree with Daniel Craig's detractors. Ok, he's not your typical Bond, a la Sean, Roger and Pierce, but he's suave and cool nevertheless. His blue eyes are simply gorgeous.
and james bond is a really sexist franchise that objectifies women. i mean, what kind of character name is Pussy Galore? wtf?!?!
i just watched casino royale and moulin rouge! over the weekend. a tad late, i know (okay maybe more than a tad, like MUCH MORE ZOMGWTFBBQSAUCE), but still i enjoyed them (probably cause I read reviews before determining whether it was worth my time watching it). and i just realised that the sum total of the 2 movies that i watched in 2 days was equal to what i've watched the whole year. dr'w yer ow' concusions.
moulin rouge! was just sweet. i think it was a bit too draggy at first for my liking. idk, seems to be baz luhrmann's trademark (see: australia). but the ending was very touching; i was actually tearing in the library. that sounds quite loser, but oh well, at least i didn't start sobbing there and then. mcgregor's acting and singing were simply awesome. i really admire him as an actor. ok, his singing technique is not the best, but the sound he produces is uniquely him, which is why i like it so much. kidman ... her acting was ok, i guess, singing so-so only, overshadowed by mcgregor, if you ask me. but i'm a biased sob, so ...
casino royale was a rar-rar kind of show, seeing how it is james bond. i don't think eva green is that hot, but then again, what kind of hot chick works in Her Majesty's Treasury? You know, I disagree with Daniel Craig's detractors. Ok, he's not your typical Bond, a la Sean, Roger and Pierce, but he's suave and cool nevertheless. His blue eyes are simply gorgeous.
and james bond is a really sexist franchise that objectifies women. i mean, what kind of character name is Pussy Galore? wtf?!?!
An argumentative essay
1:07 AM - Friday, October 16, 2009
"p/s.-If you dont feel like you belong in the class dont bother coming. You know damn well who you are =]"
On a very superficial level, we all know who the persona is addressing. But when you take a step back and think, there's more than what it is initially thought to imply.
The aforementioned statement is multi-layered and contain multiple assumptions, some conditional upon others. First, the idea of "who you are". The persona asserts that whoever "don't feel like you belong" is in fact well aware of the fact. While it can also be interpreted that the persona is demanding a pledge of allegiance of his classmates to the cause of the class, in an examination of one's identity and belonging to the class, we can dismiss this possibility because of the sheer simplicity and lack of sophistication that the aforementioned persona has demonstrated throughout his entire life, to date.
As such, it can thus be concluded that the persona does not write what he means to say. He is not requesting for an examination of one's identity, but rather for specific people whom he deems as not belonging to the class to stay away. He is passing a judgement and imposing it on others.
What he really means to say is "Those who in my obnoxious opinion do not belong to the class and do know the above fact, please stay away."
There is also a need to examine, from a personal perspective of an individual, what does it mean to "belong in the class". What is the criterion to consider oneself "belong(ing) in the class"? Is it the number of times one has sit with the class during meals? This would automatically discount half the class from belonging to the class, with the number of times a certain group of people sit with "the class" needing less than 2 hands to count. But this then begs the question of with whom does one sit with for one to be considered as "sitting with the class"? Can any one person or clique lay claim to being "the class", around which the rest of the class must revolve around or risk "getting disowned" by the persona? Is the persona thus addressing himself in this case, and that he is not as part of this class as he so possibly delusionally believe and thus assume?
Or is being part of the class something like the number of times one actually turns up for class, with the higher the number, the more belonged the individual is? If that is the case, this author would yet again not be guilty of the assertion that the persona makes.
It could also be a matter of which clique does the individual belong to, acting on the assumption that some cliques belong, while some don't. in most cases, all cliques belong to the class, but to follow on as such with the argument would be committing the fallacy of begging the question. Is it thus true that some cliques belong while others don't? It would very much depend upon the ethos and the modus operandi of the clique itself, which is dependent on other factors, and as such cannot be the most important factor.
The number of possible criterion will go on ad nauseam, and we would be no closer to the answer than the sky is to heaven. Because a definitive answer cannot be found, this author is thus forced to conclude that there can be no definite, rational way of judging whether someone belongs to the class or not. As such, the assertion is fundamentally flawed and invalid.
The idea of the persona actually believing he is in a position to determine who belongs in a class is preposterous and ridiculous in equal measure. What does he know about belonging to a class? This author believes that on the basis of the life-changing experience that he has undergone in the past 2 years, he is in a far superior position than most people, including but not limited to the persona, in understanding the idea of belonging to the class. It is indeed tragic that a minuscule class of 17 has so many fragments as compared to other classes of bigger proportions, and when an identity does not exist, neither can the belonging to a class.
On a very superficial level, we all know who the persona is addressing. But when you take a step back and think, there's more than what it is initially thought to imply.
The aforementioned statement is multi-layered and contain multiple assumptions, some conditional upon others. First, the idea of "who you are". The persona asserts that whoever "don't feel like you belong" is in fact well aware of the fact. While it can also be interpreted that the persona is demanding a pledge of allegiance of his classmates to the cause of the class, in an examination of one's identity and belonging to the class, we can dismiss this possibility because of the sheer simplicity and lack of sophistication that the aforementioned persona has demonstrated throughout his entire life, to date.
As such, it can thus be concluded that the persona does not write what he means to say. He is not requesting for an examination of one's identity, but rather for specific people whom he deems as not belonging to the class to stay away. He is passing a judgement and imposing it on others.
What he really means to say is "Those who in my obnoxious opinion do not belong to the class and do know the above fact, please stay away."
There is also a need to examine, from a personal perspective of an individual, what does it mean to "belong in the class". What is the criterion to consider oneself "belong(ing) in the class"? Is it the number of times one has sit with the class during meals? This would automatically discount half the class from belonging to the class, with the number of times a certain group of people sit with "the class" needing less than 2 hands to count. But this then begs the question of with whom does one sit with for one to be considered as "sitting with the class"? Can any one person or clique lay claim to being "the class", around which the rest of the class must revolve around or risk "getting disowned" by the persona? Is the persona thus addressing himself in this case, and that he is not as part of this class as he so possibly delusionally believe and thus assume?
Or is being part of the class something like the number of times one actually turns up for class, with the higher the number, the more belonged the individual is? If that is the case, this author would yet again not be guilty of the assertion that the persona makes.
It could also be a matter of which clique does the individual belong to, acting on the assumption that some cliques belong, while some don't. in most cases, all cliques belong to the class, but to follow on as such with the argument would be committing the fallacy of begging the question. Is it thus true that some cliques belong while others don't? It would very much depend upon the ethos and the modus operandi of the clique itself, which is dependent on other factors, and as such cannot be the most important factor.
The number of possible criterion will go on ad nauseam, and we would be no closer to the answer than the sky is to heaven. Because a definitive answer cannot be found, this author is thus forced to conclude that there can be no definite, rational way of judging whether someone belongs to the class or not. As such, the assertion is fundamentally flawed and invalid.
The idea of the persona actually believing he is in a position to determine who belongs in a class is preposterous and ridiculous in equal measure. What does he know about belonging to a class? This author believes that on the basis of the life-changing experience that he has undergone in the past 2 years, he is in a far superior position than most people, including but not limited to the persona, in understanding the idea of belonging to the class. It is indeed tragic that a minuscule class of 17 has so many fragments as compared to other classes of bigger proportions, and when an identity does not exist, neither can the belonging to a class.
so much for subtlety; no wonder your lit iz teh phailzz
12:00 AM - Thursday, October 15, 2009
isn't my class simply adorable?
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Sent: Wednesday, October 14, 2009 3:13:24 PM
To: 10a01f@yahoogroups.com
hmm kinda in a rush so yeah.
Class outing on Friday since we have no school at Cine. Meet around noon we can have lunch then go watch a movie, play pool or go to kbox whatever you all want. We can decide on the movie when were there. Help spread the message around to your classmates who might not be reading this email and confirm if you can make it by Thursday night. And dont give me cock excuses because promos are over and you dont have any excuses left. Reply to this email or sms 83175011. Thanks
-Your Handsome CT Rep =D
p/s.-If you dont feel like you belong in the class dont bother coming. You know damn well who you are =].
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From:
Sent: Wednesday, October 14, 2009 3:13:24 PM
To: 10a01f@yahoogroups.com
hmm kinda in a rush so yeah.
Class outing on Friday since we have no school at Cine. Meet around noon we can have lunch then go watch a movie, play pool or go to kbox whatever you all want. We can decide on the movie when were there. Help spread the message around to your classmates who might not be reading this email and confirm if you can make it by Thursday night. And dont give me cock excuses because promos are over and you dont have any excuses left. Reply to this email or sms 83175011. Thanks
-Your Handsome CT Rep =D
p/s.-If you dont feel like you belong in the class dont bother coming. You know damn well who you are =].
eiii lurbbxx ao1f worxxedd^^
Declare war ploxxx kthxbai
11:41 PM - Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I guess most people will know I am a very frank and direct person. You know I mean what I say, and I will give you nothing more, nothing less, than my honest opinion.
The world is complicated enough, and as such I believe I should simplify matters a little. Why all the deceit? If something is wrong, just say it. Say it as it is, and not what it should be.
I may have offended people with by frankness (or to use its negative term, bluntness). Yes, granted, I leave myself exposed to the world, liable to being read like an open book with font size 48, triple-spaced. But at the very least I am answerable to my own conscience, that I have not backstabbed anyone when they're not looking or present. At least, in no fault of my own.
I mean, can you blame the US for the USSR's absence when the UNSC was voting on a resolution to send troops to South Korea to repel the Soviet invasion in 1950?
As such, I absolutely, in no uncertain terms, despise people who resort to underhanded and despicable means to get back at people for one own's profit and satisfaction. It is a cowardly act, smacking of cowardice and viciousness. At least have the bloody courage and morality to declare war, for goodness sake! Not cower around in the darkness, invisible to the naked eye, put up a smokescreen and then backstab them when they are unable to hit back, a la Rikimaru.
As Bugs Bunny said in Space Jam, give your opponents a chance to defend themselves.
This is especially so when you have a numerical advantage. I detest people who gang up on a poor single soul and beat the crap out of him. There is absolutely no glory in such a victory, in my honest opinion. It is amazing how gangsters and street thugs derive satisfaction from such dastardly acts.
Then again, the people I am addressing in question (who I know will most probably read this), are, to borrow a Chinese saying, 猪狗不如.
The world is complicated enough, and as such I believe I should simplify matters a little. Why all the deceit? If something is wrong, just say it. Say it as it is, and not what it should be.
I may have offended people with by frankness (or to use its negative term, bluntness). Yes, granted, I leave myself exposed to the world, liable to being read like an open book with font size 48, triple-spaced. But at the very least I am answerable to my own conscience, that I have not backstabbed anyone when they're not looking or present. At least, in no fault of my own.
I mean, can you blame the US for the USSR's absence when the UNSC was voting on a resolution to send troops to South Korea to repel the Soviet invasion in 1950?
As such, I absolutely, in no uncertain terms, despise people who resort to underhanded and despicable means to get back at people for one own's profit and satisfaction. It is a cowardly act, smacking of cowardice and viciousness. At least have the bloody courage and morality to declare war, for goodness sake! Not cower around in the darkness, invisible to the naked eye, put up a smokescreen and then backstab them when they are unable to hit back, a la Rikimaru.
As Bugs Bunny said in Space Jam, give your opponents a chance to defend themselves.
This is especially so when you have a numerical advantage. I detest people who gang up on a poor single soul and beat the crap out of him. There is absolutely no glory in such a victory, in my honest opinion. It is amazing how gangsters and street thugs derive satisfaction from such dastardly acts.
Then again, the people I am addressing in question (who I know will most probably read this), are, to borrow a Chinese saying, 猪狗不如.
Game on
11:53 PM - Monday, October 12, 2009
class outing was awesome. it was just like old times, really, screwing around, joking with each other, and non-stop amusement. there was always someone available for me to talk to, no inhibitions, so to speak. lonny doing god-knows-what with the salt (or pepper?) and then vigorously rubbing you-know-where. or damn near ordering his 39++ seafood platter for 2, and then literally becoming the centre of attention promptly after everyone finished their food and was still feeling hungry and greedy. attendance of about, what, 15 people? quite a good turnout i guess. a pity kieran couldn't come, or else all hell would have broken loose^^
on a more personal level, it was really good to be "belonged" in a long time. as in, in recent times, i have been utilising my vast network of contacts (that sounds cooler and colder than it really is ._.) to spend time and gain company, something which can more or less be considered a success. its not that i treat all my friends as mere tools whose sole purpose is to keep me company, but just that its a positive externality. but even so, while i belong everywhere, i don't belong anywhere. i'm intruding on some distinct entity most of the time, to be honest, and sometimes it does get a tad awkward. i don't really have a choice in the matter, with the alternative being a hermit and spend all my time in the ish playing floorball.
which is actually good if i actually want to make the team and then win something.
but while 4K and the 4Kers were an excellent reprieve from the harsh realities of life, that's what it has become: a mere reprieve as compared to the reality of life that it was before. after this water break (albeit a zomgwtfbbqsauce refreshing one), it is time to return to the court/field/track/trail/you-get-my-point.
i was trying to frame the whole issue as a game, seeing how its something i'm most comfortable with. like with an objective, rules, and then working round the rules to achieve the objectives, whatever the means.
but i ran into problems with this definition. what is its purpose? i can't see what. what is the whole bloody point? in a warped way the means is the ends in itself, but to take it as the ends would be so shallow and, well, pointless. its akin to playing football with no goal posts. you could argue how the ends is the means in itself, say, to keep possession of the ball. but possession with no end product is just retarded. possession should be a means to the ends of scoring goals and winning games, and never the ends in itself.
so with the whole question of what is the point hanging over my head, it then begs the question how do i know i have won/lost or whether i am winning/losing? i know i have won in football if i score more goals than the opposition by 90 minutes, or i am winning when i've scored more at a certain point in time. but in this case, what are the parameters? what does it mean to win, or attain the upper hand? what, then, should i do, if i do not even know my objectives, let alone trying to attain "them", whatever "them" might be.
i am thus forced to ask myself: does this even qualify as a game? if it doesn't, what the hell am i playing/doing and why?
there, i've stepped out of my comfort zone by defining it as a non-game.
but like religion, i cannot choose not to play. its like not making a decision on whether God exists, because leading life in itself is an expression of your decision, whatever it may be, however you wish to think and delude yourself. this, incidentally, forms the premise of Pascal's Wager.
i am thus shoved back into the field, with my back against the wall, and the world against me. i am reminded of Sir Alex's use of the siege mentality to inspire man utd, convincing them basically that the whole world hates them and everyone wants them to lose, from the FA to the referees and all the way down to the lad in the street.
however, it was meant to bond the team together. in this particular match, i'm alone. telling van der Sar the world hates him doesn't make him save more shots and possess faster reflexes, i think.
come to think of it, i can choose not to play. why not? if you want to score against me, so be it. i don't give a shit. if you wish to slide the ball from beneath my feet and send me to the hospital on the way, i will just jump out of the way and let you have it. in this scenario, the ball is a non-issue. it has no relevance if i do not deem it as having any relevance or importance in my life. yet again, its all a matter of perception.
As Sampdoria forward Antonio Cassano aptly puts it, "'The problem is that we live in a culture obsessed with success. We fool ourselves into thinking we have to do our best and make sacrifices to succeed. But why? Trophies come and go. Once you've retired, it will all be gone, they'll just be numbers in an almanac. And, except for [Diego] Maradona and Pelé and maybe a couple of others, nobody will remember you or what you've won. What is truly important is being happy now."
I admit, a tad out of context, but what he said really struck me. Its funny where I get my inspirations and directions in life. People read quotes of famous people, look to the stars, etc. Me? I get inspirational quotes from this bad boy of Italian football, the one with tattoos all over his body.
Nais.
Game on.
Face-off.
on a more personal level, it was really good to be "belonged" in a long time. as in, in recent times, i have been utilising my vast network of contacts (that sounds cooler and colder than it really is ._.) to spend time and gain company, something which can more or less be considered a success. its not that i treat all my friends as mere tools whose sole purpose is to keep me company, but just that its a positive externality. but even so, while i belong everywhere, i don't belong anywhere. i'm intruding on some distinct entity most of the time, to be honest, and sometimes it does get a tad awkward. i don't really have a choice in the matter, with the alternative being a hermit and spend all my time in the ish playing floorball.
which is actually good if i actually want to make the team and then win something.
but while 4K and the 4Kers were an excellent reprieve from the harsh realities of life, that's what it has become: a mere reprieve as compared to the reality of life that it was before. after this water break (albeit a zomgwtfbbqsauce refreshing one), it is time to return to the court/field/track/trail/you-get-my-point.
i was trying to frame the whole issue as a game, seeing how its something i'm most comfortable with. like with an objective, rules, and then working round the rules to achieve the objectives, whatever the means.
but i ran into problems with this definition. what is its purpose? i can't see what. what is the whole bloody point? in a warped way the means is the ends in itself, but to take it as the ends would be so shallow and, well, pointless. its akin to playing football with no goal posts. you could argue how the ends is the means in itself, say, to keep possession of the ball. but possession with no end product is just retarded. possession should be a means to the ends of scoring goals and winning games, and never the ends in itself.
so with the whole question of what is the point hanging over my head, it then begs the question how do i know i have won/lost or whether i am winning/losing? i know i have won in football if i score more goals than the opposition by 90 minutes, or i am winning when i've scored more at a certain point in time. but in this case, what are the parameters? what does it mean to win, or attain the upper hand? what, then, should i do, if i do not even know my objectives, let alone trying to attain "them", whatever "them" might be.
i am thus forced to ask myself: does this even qualify as a game? if it doesn't, what the hell am i playing/doing and why?
there, i've stepped out of my comfort zone by defining it as a non-game.
but like religion, i cannot choose not to play. its like not making a decision on whether God exists, because leading life in itself is an expression of your decision, whatever it may be, however you wish to think and delude yourself. this, incidentally, forms the premise of Pascal's Wager.
i am thus shoved back into the field, with my back against the wall, and the world against me. i am reminded of Sir Alex's use of the siege mentality to inspire man utd, convincing them basically that the whole world hates them and everyone wants them to lose, from the FA to the referees and all the way down to the lad in the street.
however, it was meant to bond the team together. in this particular match, i'm alone. telling van der Sar the world hates him doesn't make him save more shots and possess faster reflexes, i think.
come to think of it, i can choose not to play. why not? if you want to score against me, so be it. i don't give a shit. if you wish to slide the ball from beneath my feet and send me to the hospital on the way, i will just jump out of the way and let you have it. in this scenario, the ball is a non-issue. it has no relevance if i do not deem it as having any relevance or importance in my life. yet again, its all a matter of perception.
As Sampdoria forward Antonio Cassano aptly puts it, "'The problem is that we live in a culture obsessed with success. We fool ourselves into thinking we have to do our best and make sacrifices to succeed. But why? Trophies come and go. Once you've retired, it will all be gone, they'll just be numbers in an almanac. And, except for [Diego] Maradona and Pelé and maybe a couple of others, nobody will remember you or what you've won. What is truly important is being happy now."
I admit, a tad out of context, but what he said really struck me. Its funny where I get my inspirations and directions in life. People read quotes of famous people, look to the stars, etc. Me? I get inspirational quotes from this bad boy of Italian football, the one with tattoos all over his body.
Nais.
Game on.
Face-off.
10:55 PM - Wednesday, September 23, 2009
here's 2 instances why everyone loves damn near tay.
and
so everyone be warned. don't offend me. if i feeling uncomfortable, i got handphone, i don't call police, i call damn near.
haha just joking, all those who have offended me if the past month or so, take a deep breath and relax.
rawr i want to mug. like. now.
| 22/09/2009 | 22:29:01 | Dan | 53@|\| | when you is a man united fan | ||||
| 22/09/2009 | 22:29:05 | Dan | 53@|\| | the ref is right to add 6 mins | ||||
| 22/09/2009 | 22:30:16 | 53@|\| | Dan | haha when you is a man utd fan | ||||
| 22/09/2009 | 22:30:21 | 53@|\| | Dan | the world is painted in red and white |
and
| 06/09/2009 | 23:13:36 | Dan | 53@|\| | you know what to do | ||||
| 06/09/2009 | 23:13:38 | Dan | 53@|\| | if you need | ||||
| 06/09/2009 | 23:13:40 | Dan | 53@|\| | backup |
so everyone be warned. don't offend me. if i feeling uncomfortable, i got handphone, i don't call police, i call damn near.
haha just joking, all those who have offended me if the past month or so, take a deep breath and relax.
rawr i want to mug. like. now.
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