Alexander Overwijk draws a perfect freehand circle 1m in diameter in less than a second. He is probably a mathematics freak.
World Freehand Circle Drawing Champion
It’s amazing stuff – yes. But what’s more amazing is that there is a championship for circle drawing.
Spray paint artist from Potoroz, Slovenia doing sci-fi paintings in less then 10 min.
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It’s been a long week. It’s quite an okay week for me. A number of my friends are leaving army already. They are going to ORD. I’m happy for them, at the same time, kinda sad too. Lesser people to talk to I guess.
(National servicemen fighting for Singapore. I haven’t a clue what those guys are holding!)
We all started not knowing one another. It’s quite ironical that when I finally get to know those bunch well enough, it’s time for them to leave. They’re very nice and hardworking people. I’m sure they would be missed.
But the cycle works this way. People come, people go. It’s a good thing that they finally completed the two-year national service. They can’t wait, I tell you. It’s an end here but it marks an exciting beginning for them.
I am really happy for them and I will wish them all the best.
[By the way, I drew that picture when I was a kid, hahaa... I'll post more of my art pieces. Please don't puke.]
National Day in Singapore is over. It’s quite a milestone toward finishing my national service. The whole National Day affair exists as one of my many milestones through my time serving the nation (yeah, it sounds nice).
With National Day passed, the next milestone to pass is the end of the International Monetary Fund meeting. And soon, I’ll probably start clearing leaves and offs. And I’ll just look forward to Christmas as my next milestone.
I keep looking forward to a later event to come in hopes of passing time faster. I’m beginning to go into the stage where all that matters is I finish national service and get the hell out of there.
_(Never polish your boots, you come to my camp! Yes, I drew the excellent art of course.)_
Sometimes I wish so much to jot down what has happen in camp in my blog, but I just can’t. The issues aren’t confidential but they remain to be sensitive to a certain extend. You won’t really know who would be reading, who would be secretly monitoring. I’m always having that fear. But I am going to let loose more I guess. I feel like speaking, yet not speaking. It’s kind of in a dilemma at times.
I often wonder if the fear of posting about my life in army would get me into trouble. I seldom post about my life already if you guys have noticed. It’s been more than a year pass my enlistment day, I just see my journals getting lesser and lesser and my YouTube videos getting more and more.
It’s about time I revert back anyway. I’ll post more journal-type posts. The videos would still be around. I love them, really. But I need somewhere to write. If it were to be too sensitive to publish, perhaps I’ll do so in a form of a private blog, though it totally sucks maintaining two blogs.
And if you’re reading my blog and just simply don’t comment, perhaps you can give me a comment so I know you guys are reading.
I find these images really pretty. I don’t know if they can be considered optical illusions. Heck, it still looks great. I seen some of these stuff before. I must say, whoever drew it is really creative.
(Autumn castle of leaves.)
[Yes! I've returned from Malaysia. A little busy this weekend though. 
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I have returned after a seemingly long week at camp. It is back to the army recruit type of feeling. It is more ’slack’ here than in Pulau Tekong though. However, I remain unsure if I would enjoy the life here.
The week didn’t start well. The whole idea of staying in camp – well – sucked. And it did so badly. As the night darkens, I spotted the shuttle bus I usually would take home. I can’t this time, I watched it leaving sadly (and after which hoped that the bus fell into a huge drain somewhere).
My peers are like me, they all had the opportunity to go home every evening in the past, I can imagine they had the same sadness (and sadistic behavior) as they watch the shuttle bus leave.
The first night in camp seemed miserable for me. I have just lost quite a bit of freedom and am stuck here. I can’t help it but to feel sad. The fact that my birthday is on the same day played a more negative effect unfortunately. It was a sad birthday.
I didn’t receive much gifts for my birthday. My girlfriend did give me one though. She actually intended a clock as a gift but thought I may not be pleased about it as Chinese superstition claim giving clocks are bad luck like sending someone to death. I denied and told her that I don’t believe in these stuff anyway and a clock would be a great gift actually. She countered and explained that if anything goes wrong in camp, I may be suspicious on the clock. I don’t quite agree, but then again, I never had a chance to proof this scenario wrong.
Surely not attributed to the choice of gift, the first night was good. Better than expected. I was happier on the second day. It was lectures all day. It had been quite some time since I had lectures for such a long time. At the end of the second day, our index number was announced. Mine was ‘13′.
[By the way, the rest of my post is gone due to a silly mistake of closing the wrong tab. Every thing below this line is frustratedly retyped.]
The second night wasn’t as good. I have been doing a lot of thinking. I didn’t really want to stay. I don’t want to be on course. I love the idea of the eight-to-five job and I don’t want a change. I like to go all those graphic editing things and some programming too. It’s like what I always dream to do in camp. I can go back to what I was doing. I just need to fail every damn thing. It’s just that simple. Fail and get out of the course.
(Another occasional doddle.)
I have my sources. And the sources tell me bad things of my course. My course is going to have a tough time ahead. It seems that the place that I am posted to sucks. It is strict and it does not allow me to book out as often as I wish. A friend told me that I was ’suay’ (bad-lucked) to get posted here.
However, part of me don’t want to leave by failing. It was a hard decision with little answers, it only helped me stay awake till 2 AM in the morning. I couldn’t sleep.
A new guy arrived on the third day. He wasn’t around as he had a bad fall and was resting at home for the first 2 days. It was discussed that he may go out of the course as he has too many medical appointments to follow up. And that would clash with the lessons and he may just fail.
The third day morning was spend thinking. It was lecture again and it really made me feel like quiting. I gathered the reasons for staying and quiting. In the end, I decided to stay. For the following reasons:
# As much as I like the graphic editing job, I am learning very little. I mean – let’s face it – it has little value when you’re cropping images and that took a huge pile of my work list.
# This course isn’t as bad as the other courses too. I actually considered myself quite fortunate to be in this course. Someday, I would have to go on a course and leave my eight-to-five comfort. So why not this?
# I hate the feeling of having the eight-to-five job when it is not stable. I may lose my job so easily to go for a course. With the instability, I can plan little things.
# I get to learn quite a lot of things about networks. I think it would be useful in future although I am not particularly interested in the EIA/TIA-568A Category 5 cable heads.
So I stayed. The new guy left. His index number is 1. The course sergeant announced that our index numbers are to be moved up. I didn’t get to say good bye to him. He’s just gone like that.
My index number is now 12. It does seem like a pretty good number.
I, and not Emperor Shah Jahan, built the Taj Mahal. This Taj Mahal.
(Look at the Taj Mahal I built.)
Okay, I admit Shah Jahan made a better one, but mine is quite close, isn’t it.
