How to hide from an air attack

During world war II, the Army Corps of Engineers needed to hide the Lockheed Burbank Aircraft Plant to protect it from a Japanese air attack. And so they did by covering it with a camouflage netting and trompe l’oeil to make it look like a rural subdivision from the air. It's really awesome stuff.



You wouldn't believe where I'm at right now...

I am indeed at a spa parlour. I'm in no position to do illegal advertising, so I refuse to state the name of the parlour (Zen), and While my mum's sitting beside me on an oversized leather couch doing a foot spa, I'm taking advantage of this moment by using this incredibly comfortable seat to browse through the internet and what not, with my legs crossed and my flip flops kicked off. I'm so comfortable, I could ask my mum to come here everyday for a 25 dollar foot spa. And I could tag along just so I could sit underneath the dimly lit lights with a book or a laptop, with compliments of free green tea. Life cannot get any better.

I'm on the way back home now, with the new Bmobile portable modem, cutting edge stuff. I can now use the internet anywhere and everywhere. But I better go because I'm about to reach my destination.

I have yet to donate to the Chinese and the Burmese.


Mother Nature plays tricks on us

The recent storms had damaged the once majestic tree that stood behind my house. There it stood, waiting to be engulfed by a buldozer, little did it know that it'd be weathered down by the strong forces of nature instead. Mother nature can be quite unpredictable, in this case she's casted 'mini cyclones' in Brunei, not life threatening however. Although it did stir a big distress among the Bruneians - people had their roofs whiped out, floods were being drawn into our homes, trees and twigs have been broken off and pushed around like toys by the strong gusts of wind. The main point is, you don't want to mess with Mother Nature's ass.

The chinese clearly did not take that into note, because whatever they did, Mother Nature was not happy. Sichuan China, 12th May, felt the heavy rocks of an earthquake, the strongest yet they've had in 30 decades. A hospital and nine schools were pulled down in Sichuan, phonelines were cut and major highways were torn down. A chemical plant in Shifang city collapsed and sent 80 tonnes of toxic liquid ammonia leaking from the site, together with hundreds of people underneath the rubble - body, limbs sticking out at awkward angles. Death toll reaches 51000, and still making its way up. It's at times like these, where I feel grateful to be living in the equator, where nothing really goes down but everything's still pretty awesome.

The Burmese aren't too lucky themselves too. As you've all probably heard, Cyclone Nargis hit Myanmar in the 2nd of May, and flattened the city after a period of ten hours. There's nothing much to say because it's all over the news. You've also probably heard that the Government of Myanmar had refused any supporting aid from foreign countries and claimed that they are able to rebuild without any outside help. A French navy ship filled with food and water arrived in the coast of Myanmar, but was given the red light and was rejected for the offer. Whatever the matter, there is always room for donations and I believe that every penny counts. :) Death toll reaches 77,738 and still counting.

While all that's happening around the world, I've been caught up with my exams and studies. You come to a point where you simply give up and slack. Apparently two weeks is my limit. Now it just feels like I've completely shut down and all information have been shunned from entering my brain. I just hope to get through this battle field in one piece. With Aces.


Mrs. Mraz

I heart Jason Mraz.

I heart illegal downloadings through the net.

I finally managed to download the right torrent of Jason Mraz's new album. After a few clicks here and there, and a torchering hour's worth of waiting, Abracadabra! - the computerized pop up speech bubble appears imforming me of the completed download. I hear the notification from my kitchen, I snatched the toast and slapped it onto a piece of tissue paper before slobbering some peanut butter onto it and dashing out as quick as I could, almost as if Jason Mraz was going to greet me in person. After a few clicks, Jason Mraz was indeed singing through my very own speakers. The sound of music...

It's a very good way to calm down before any exam paper (Science Practicals tomorrow morning).. :)