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ahh… finally… a computer with an internet connection. i feel… liberated. haven’t been using the computer much since lappy broke down on monday night…

went for the joint school bash on tuesday with 8 other ppl at china black. met up with gina and yunjia in the afternoon for a spot of karaoke, then rendezvoused with the rest at pacific plaza in the evening. had dinner at nydc, then headed out to 7-11 for some cheap booze before heading in. ($44 bought us two bottles of smirnoff’s, a big gulp and a bottle of marinda orange.)

inside, things were pretty dead until around 11.30… when some brave souls who had slightly more than enough to drink took it upon themselves to venture out onto the dancefloor. ice broken, everyone else joined in.

left at 2.30.

woke up the next morning with ringing in my ears.

pre rec meeting in the mpr at 6pm on wed. basically involved sitting in the room calculating points for most of the hall residents… also fighting over who to recommend back into hall. took 7 hours. legend has it that previous pre rec meetings took longer… one up to 14 hours. amazing.

ears still ringing.

been playing some c&c generals. not too bad, though i think it’s absorbing too much blizzard flavour. give me the westwood concepts any day.

snowed today. again. think it’s the third time so far… *mumble*… hope it won’t snow next thurs. =) i’m talking to one person who might be reading this. if you don’t understand, then it ain’t you. heh.

Gary :: Feb.27.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

sigh.
am depressed. brought it back to hall and it just wouldn’t turn on. was fine shortly before that.

bleh… no mood to type much.

Gary :: Feb.25.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

drank with the bunch again on friday night. ended up sleeping at 7+.

rotted at home on saturday.

rotted at home the whole of today.

projected rotting dates: whole of next week save tuesday night. i hope this prediction doesn’t actually come true.

Gary :: Feb.23.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

cycled out to boon lay market last night at 12.30 with sebastian, lifen and gavin. ate a lot, then stopped by 179 on the way back to pick up some beer.

drinking session commenced in the 39 lounge at around 2.30.. sebastian, lifen, jared, gavin, weixiong and myself. wasn’t exactly very heavy, but was fun enough. one can of kilkenny’s, three bottles of tiger, one nearly full bottle of absolut mandarin and various mixers. discovered absolut mandarin and pepsi blue go very well together. named it vodka blue. gavin brought his camera and his strobelight, while sebastian contributed a radio, a spotlight and the peanuts. had fun till nearly 6.15.. then retired slightly tipsy.

*burp*.

Gary :: Feb.15.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

last night was cultural night… finally performed the two songs we’d been working on for the past few weeks. slightly off-key in the middle of goodnight sweetheart, but still pretty good overall. by the time the crowd had left and the bits and pieces cleared up, it was around 11.30. samuel drove us all out for supper. six in all: william, samuel, jared, tianyun, jiayi and myself. wound up at geylang having dim sum at 12+… then crossed the road to the 24 hour beancurd place and ate somemore.

at 0100 we got into the car again and drove all the way into sentosa. don’t ask me why, but we did. 14 bucks for entry. (2 bucks each + 2 for the car) parked near the beach and made our way to the two towers marking the southernmost point of the asian continent. sat in pitch darkness at the top of one of the towers for something like 2 hours, just talking nonsense and making merry.

back in hall by nearly 4.

Gary :: Feb.14.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

caught the 2340 screening of final destination 2 at JP last night with xiangrong, weixiong, gina and yunjia.

the movie wasn’t so much a story-telling device as a poorly-strung-together excuse to showcase one gory death scene after another. the acting was hammy and the dialogue laughable, with a plot (whatever there was of it) so thin you could see right through it. not to mention also the ludicrous characters, like that black guy who commands all of 3 minutes of screentime playing yoda and spouting cryptic nonsense. i mean, who the fuck is he anyway? why is he there? why does he have the corpse of that lotto winner guy? why does he live in a cave/basement/monolithic mansion/industial loading bay/crematorium? pervert guy in lift with basketful of prosthetic limbs? like, huh?! sigh.

gotta admit, though, the saving grace of that movie had to be the beautifully conceptualized crash sequence on route 23. worth the ticket price of the movie alone.

oh, and maybe the airbag death scene.

Gary :: Feb.08.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

was in the car with my dad this morning, on the way to hall, when we slammed headlong into a lorry turning out from one of those tiny lanes which open out onto pioneer road north. front of the car’s now a wreck.

very sleepy now… a cappella prac in 20 mins time, and 2 tutorials are still half-done.

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<i>It’s not a toy, It makes real cupcakes, with a 40 watt bulb, and there’s icing packets. But the secret ingredient is love, damn it </i>

Gary :: Feb.04.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

went out with alex, nathan and px just now… had dinner at marche’s and watched hero.

came back and tried to do my tutorials… gave up halfway and started playing with my new C compiler. wrote something just to find out exactly how random the rand() function in C was. (i have a program due on wed and i haven’t touched it yet, choosing instead to code strange things like these. someone shoot me.)

<HR><TT><PRE>
#include &lttime.h>
#include &ltstdio.h>
#include &ltstdlib.h>

void writefile(int ar[]);
int findmin(int *p);
int findmax(int *p);

int t[256], i, j, min, max;

main()
{
srand(time(NULL));
for (i = 1; i <= 200000; i++)
(t[rand()%256])++;

writefile(t);

return 0;
}

// formats all data for output to file

void writefile(int ar[])
{
int counter = 0;
const int barchar1 = 176;
const int barchar2 = 178;

FILE *fp;
fp = fopen(”distro.txt”, “wt”);

printf(”Writing to file…\n”);

for (i = 0; i <= 255; i++)
{
if (i > 99)
fprintf(fp, “Number %d generated %d times.\n”, i, ar[i]);
else if (i > 9)
fprintf(fp, “Number %d generated %d times.\n”, i, ar[i]);
else
fprintf(fp, “Number %d generated %d times.\n”, i, ar[i]);
counter += ar[i];
}

fprintf(fp, “\nTotal of %d numbers generated.\n”, counter);
min = findmin(ar);
max = findmax(ar);
fprintf(fp, “Minimum: Number %d generated %d times.\n”, min, ar[min]);
fprintf(fp, “Maximum: Number %d generated %d times.\n\n”, max, ar[max]);

for (i = 0; i <= 255; i++)
{
if (i > 99)
fprintf(fp, “%d”, i);
else if (i > 9)
fprintf(fp, “%d “, i);
else
fprintf(fp, “%d “, i);

for (j = 1; j <= ar[i]; j +=10)
(i%2 == 0)? fprintf(fp, “%c”, barchar1) : fprintf(fp, “%c”, barchar2);

fprintf(fp, “\n”);
}

fclose(fp);

printf(”Done.\n”);
}

//returns position of least generated number

int findmin(int *p)
{
int min = *p;
int minpos = 0;

for (i = 1; i <= 255; i++)
if ( *(p+i) < min )
{
min = *(p+i);
minpos = i;
}

return minpos;
}

//returns position of most generated number

int findmax(int *p)
{
int max = *p;
int maxpos = 0;

for (i = 1; i <= 255; i++)
if ( *(p+i) > max )
{
max = *(p+i);
maxpos = i;
}

return maxpos;
}
</TT></PRE>

Gary :: Feb.04.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

Attempted a tutorial just now… not as difficult as I imagined it would be. Ate a lot today.. Anything from relatives’ steamboat leftovers to homemade sushi, homemade brownies topped with ice cream, to a nice cold bottle of hooch at 3 am in the morning.

Space shuttle Columbia went down at 0900 Eastern Seaboard, or approximately 2200 Local. Read about it first on slashdot. Extensive coverage on CNN and BBC World, thogh most of it involved nothing more than ad-libbed reports and repetitive interviews.

Imagine what it’s like to be Bush. You start off with a bungled vote count, then you get 911, followed by the affair in Afghanistan, North Korea tells you its naughty little secret, Iraq tries to play punk, and now your spacecraft disintegrates for no apparent reason. Clinton, on the other hand, spent a term getting sucked off by interns.

Gary :: Feb.02.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

I dialled 1711 for the time, and the computer on the other end of the line reported the time to be “four-oh-five exactly.”

mentally counting the seconds, i turned to face the open window, and gazed out at the dreaming urban landscape.

at 01/02/03 04:05:06, i flipped the world at large a birdie.

Gary :: Feb.01.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »