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Aug. 5th, 2010

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Hello I'm dgoh and I am dumb. :)

Oct. 11th, 2009

Time time time...

It's been quite awhile since i came in, just didn't feel like typing anything, and even more so after i got back my mid term hahaha. Felt fucking sick when i saw the marks, but then again, i saw it coming didn't i? Humans humans and their unbelievably strong sense of self denial.

Oh well, 1st sem, shouldn't be too hard on myself eh? Just have to work harderr.

Feel's shit, must be the weather, and the whatever illness i'm having.

Sep. 4th, 2009

AHHHHHHHHHH

The bloody professor, just used 30seconds to explain a problem which i thought for 2 days.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Back to tutorial

Jul. 28th, 2009

School is finally....SCHOOLLL????

I can't really believe it, 6 months, flashed past, and here i am, looking at my calendar, facing the start of a new school term. YES SCHOOL, it's been 2 years!

I'm excited yet nervous, afraid yet confident, eager yet hesitant. I'm sure everyone knows what i'm talking about.

After learning more about how to go about getting my modules and studying and bla bla bla, i realise i should had better spent my time refreshing myself on all the stuff that i forgot. After all i'm an fmaths student and i have the resources right at home, BUT NO I NEVER DID ANY OF THOSE!(Well i attempted once and vaguely remembered how to calculate intersection between 2 vectors)

Now staring at school and i'm feeling the stresss! Yes, i need to like totally perform for my first year, and it feels so competitive. Maybe next week i'll start getting serious and do some quick refreshment before school really really starts.

For now it's camp tmr, and hopefully get to know some babes.
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Jul. 20th, 2009

A letter..

Dear grandpa,
How are you? I just heard the news today. Maybe it's best for you. My faintest first memory of you was probably of your first trip to Singapore with grandma. All i can remember is of this gigantic towering giant trying to play with me, and i was hiding behind my mum cause i was scared of strangers.

Then of course, my 2 weeks in Holland led to me getting to know you better. Every morning i wake up and walk down the stairs, i see you with your usual routine, drinking tea and having a puff, and saying "morning desmond". You were 85, but you took great care of me. Never allowing me to wash the dishes, wash the clothes, dry the clothes, or clean the house. You just did everything, and i miss the food that you prepared, the fried potatoes, the horse meat, the fried fish, and a boiled egg for breakfast every morning.

My day wasn't a very good one after hearing of your passing, but i guess i can take comfort from the fact that you lived your life to the absolute fullest, and finally reunited with grandma once again. I can't put how i feel into words, but you will be sorely missed.

Thanks for the memories, and i'm really glad i got to spend time with you in your last few moments of your journey in life, and i wish you all the best as you embark on your next journey.

Remembering you always,
Desmond

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Jul. 14th, 2009

What say you?

A 10-20% chance of dying suddenly when swelling burst.

A 10-20% chance of kidney failing during operation, which means going for dialysis for the rest of the life.

A 10-20% chance of dying on the operating table.

Lived 75 years of his life.

What choice would you make?

I'll go with the first, do what i always wanted to do, eat whatever i want to eat, say goodbye to family and friends, and enjoy life to the fullest til the day i drop.

What about you?

Jul. 8th, 2009

Farewell Michaels...

Last night, millions, or probably billions of people around the world sent michael jackson off into the afterlife. I never really watch the memorial, 10mins or so, pretty tired by the time i got home and went to sleep.

Legend, but unfortunately the media will not stop speculating, even after he's gone. Haiz, i wonder when he will truly rest in peace. Goodbye michael.

As someone kindly pointed out, we lost 2 michaels in the past fortnight. The other? Michael Owen.

Actually i don't feel as surprised, or rather disappointed as some of the fans do. Ever since he left Liverpool for Real Madrid, how do i put it in words, hmm. Let's just say he was my hero when i was a boy, and i clearly remember my essay on my childhood idol, michael owen, scoring that amazing goal against Argentina. HOWEVER, when there were talks on him leaving, which was a few years later, i was very cool about it, probably because "nobody is bigger than the club". Then again if you wanna apply this phrase on everyone, i was stressed, nervous, anxious, and a little angry when there were talks of Gerrard leaving, clearly remember lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what i'll do if stevie left.

Ok sorry back to the point, the day he left, i was like "well bye idiot, thanks for that cheap 8m you left us." He was 1 of our better players at that time, but somehow, i wasn't worried at all, and hell why would i? At the end of Rafa's first season, he gave me, what was undoubtedly the best night of my life. Anyway he came back to epl, Newcastle, and it was clear what he wanted to do.

Look where Newcastle ended? I'm not sorry they ended up in this state, but i'm sorry how their highest paid player treated them. Truly pity them, "I couldn't get out of there fast enough so I could play with some real players and win stuff", they don't deserve this.

Now, to join man utd just show him for who he is. A born and bred liverpool player, and i can think of so many more names, who under the exact same scenario who decline to do such a thing. Ha what a greedy money grabbing backstabbing cunt. For that, i hope you win nothing for the rest of your life. Now now don't get me wrong, i'm not angry at him for joining our rivals here, i just resent his attitude and character. Probably, the manc and him are made for each other LOL.

Bye michael you ingrate, used to be a great player, but that's just about it.

On matters at home, heard grandpa is not feeling well, haiz. My uncle is flying back to Holland tonight to visit him, last i heard he couldn't recognise faces anymore. I really missed the time spent together with him during my trip there, even though it was just a mere 2 week. Haiz really hope this would not be the last time i see him. The past few weeks i've actually plan to call him because i kinda miss him, just to let him hear my voice since we can't really communicate, but never got the number from my aunt.

Memento mori, but can we actually face it?

Jul. 5th, 2009

Beyond enemy line

I was watching discovery channel last week, an episode on situation critical about a NATO pilot being shot down in Bosnia and landed in hostile enemy territory. Sounds familiar doesn't it? Well the movie beyond enemy line was based on this true story.

What was suppose to be a routine air patrol for Cpt Scott turned out to be a nightmare as he ejected from his plane and landed in no man's land.

As soon as he landed he had to scramble for cover as the whole Bosnia forces were hunting for him. He manages to hide himself in time, and survived for the next 2 days. The military gave up the search soon after, and it was left to the paramilitary. This was a ploy by the country to abnegate responsibility as the paramilitary doesn't work under them.

The doughty pilot only moved around at night, all the while trying to establish comms with his comrades, eating ants and leaves, drinking water from his socks. In the end, US send almost their entire fleet out to extract him from the area. Fortunately no one was injured or killed in the attempt.

Anyway what struck me the most was what the Bosnia general in charge of the search said "As a man, i'm glad that he escaped, but as a commander responsible for "bringing him in", i failed and after he got rescued i was a very angry man."

The way the general sounded, it just send chills down the spine. Imagine being the pilot, and when you finally can heave a sigh of relief, and then looking back and hear what the enemy have to say. Scary thoughts.

Oh well, who says movies are all fake? Just look at Simo Hayha, he totally pwn Rambo.

Jun. 28th, 2009

Anfield of 08/09

I've finished this for some time already, but never really remembered to post it up. This was something i thought of doing one day(again 1 of those things you wake up and thought of doing one day), in memory of my first trip to liverpool, and a somewhat summarised season review, which explains the title. I took damnnnn damnn damnn damnn long to complete this. Some nights i could pen a few lines smoothly, some nights i just stare at the monitor til dawn. Having said that, i'm not denying it's shit, i can like even tell from reading it, BUT I liked it.


My friend asked me at the beginning of the football season,
screaming for a liverpool win what’s the reason?
I said the redmen have a mission,
supporting them just give me the frission.

I watched us storm to the top of the league.
With certain games requiring perseverance and grit
to come back from behind and defeat,
it was by no means a lucky feat.

As we headed into the new year,
We began to stutter and our challenge seemed to veer.
The crowd was showing signs of fear,
as manchester began creeping up the rear.

I was not going to let it affect my mood,
As I prepare for my first trip to liverpool.
First to holland and off i flew,
A nice place and the flowers were beautiful.

When I finally touched down at John Lennon airport,
I was beaming all the way out as if I saw god.
“This all feels like a dream” I thought,
And it gets better as stevie was released from court.

I stayed near city centre and decided to go shopping,
when I walked pass the royal liver building.
I’ve never seen a magnificent structure of such making
And noticed that the liverbird atop was secured in fear of it flying.

After having lunch at Carra’s sports express,
I went back to the hotel for match updates on the mancs and the rest,
Only to see fergie face turned as red as a monkey ass
And chelsea losing to tottenham who would have guessed?

It was one sleepless night
As I wonder what anfield looked like.
Late morning came and I boarded the bus full of kopites,
driving past houses and suddenly the stadium came into sight.

The time was only 12 noon,
But the pub was already near full.
Walked into nearby pubs having a drink or 2,
Then went to get my programme when I saw coco that fool.

Outside the Shankly gate,
I took some time to remember our 96 who left that fateful day.
Be it january february march april or may
The pain and anguish will never go away.

Kick off was scheduled at 4,
And the amount of flags we had just left me in awe.
Aston villa must have felt sick to the core
Once Kuyt scored and left us screaming for more.

The game ended 5-0
As captain stevie was once again the hero.
Whisky nose was by now drowning his sorrow
“fucking scousers”, wondering what’s to follow.

Although in the end we failed,
Our winning form led to the hilarious “beyond the pale”.
We all know and understand that he’s in fear,
And to collude he probably had to lick fat sam’s balls and suck his nipple.

We wanted a challenge and we got one.
Who scored more than us? None.
Chelsea in transition, Arsenal and their young faulty guns,
And the manc finally seem to be coming to the end of their run.

10 jamie to fill in for jamie if he ever gets a ban,
Xabi’s ability is simply beyond many’s ken,
Stevie’s our captain and a diehard liverpool fan.
Nando? What can I say everybody wished he was their man.

We have got a great spine,
Whoever rafa brings in this time
I don’t care and I know he’s gonna be just fine.
The gaffer ain’t daft and he certainly ain’t blind.

Can’t wait for the next season to start,
And my next trip to the Albert pub.
For now it’ll be supporting LFC from miles apart,
As she’ll always be in my heart.

Desmond Goh 2009


P.S. It still sounds shite. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Jun. 26th, 2009

Rest in peace michael

It's with great regret, that i'm posting here about the loss of one of the earth's great, michael jackson.

It feels like only yesterday, i'm sitting there, still trying to figure out how many things work, staring at this huge black box. There was someone inside it, "dancing" as people termed it, and i was mesmerised. Something that i've never seen before, and probably no one else could ever produce it ever again. How could a person exude so much flair and energy on stage? I don't remember many things when i was small, but this was one that left me mouth gaping open, 1 of the few incidents that i remembered.

Success is very ephemeral, and sadly, i guess he'll be remembered for the imbruglio over the paedophile court battle just as much.

Woke up and saw the news, and thought it was a massive joke worldwide. Then feeling empty and a sense of loss when realising it was true. Very much my childhood idol, you'll be missed michael.

Rest in peace king of pop.

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