Photography is painting with light. But instead of taking a brush and choosing the colours, we take the canvas and choose the picture.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
The functions of school
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I read from somewhere that eczema is a result of too much yang, and not enough yin. Which sucks because I've not been going out with much yang to satisfy my yinner yin, and now, I need to cut down on the yang to replenish the yin! (Although technically, I have been going out with more yang than yin.)
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School is meant to undo the mistakes of parenting and forward the ambitions of the government.
School is built to ensure the continuation of traditions in the name of breaking customs.
School is established to make you speak to your neighbours on both sides of your house.
School is designed to keep the kids occupied so that the parents can go and work and get the economy going.
School is to give symbolism and status to the "educated".
School is meant to increase knowledge, and of course, grammar ;)
I read from somewhere that eczema is a result of too much yang, and not enough yin. Which sucks because I've not been going out with much yang to satisfy my yinner yin, and now, I need to cut down on the yang to replenish the yin! (Although technically, I have been going out with more yang than yin.)
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School is meant to undo the mistakes of parenting and forward the ambitions of the government.
School is built to ensure the continuation of traditions in the name of breaking customs.
School is established to make you speak to your neighbours on both sides of your house.
School is designed to keep the kids occupied so that the parents can go and work and get the economy going.
School is to give symbolism and status to the "educated".
School is meant to increase knowledge, and of course, grammar ;)
Friday, December 05, 2008
Voice of a Firstborn
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Parents like to compare their kids with others. Little do they know that their kids are just as well comparing them with other parents. Poetic karma.
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With the least of drama in the operating room,
the first breath of a baby girl began to bloom.
The darling, the jewel, the apple was she,
in the eyes of her uncles and aunties and multiple grannies.
Firstborn of her generation,
she received the full force of love and admiration.
From the gifts and doting she basked in attention
until her mother suddenly got pregnant.
So at the tender age of three,
she was raised to the title of "Jie Jie".
A title no one else could ever hope to attain,
even when they grew to the age of twenty.
A Jie Jie's job leaves no time for rest;
it even covers the results of Di Di's Chinese test.
No idea how the connection ever came,
but failing Chinese.. Jie Jie is to blame!
Her own arse is hardly covered too,
even with marks almost full but two.
Ninety-eight is never good, you know
Scoring perfect was always rightly so.
Whatever the deal was it doesn't matter,
because as the oldest one, "You should know better."
No indignation whatsoever,
because as the oldest one, "You are expected to be clever."
Fair love amongst the siblings I'm not so sure
because as the youngest one, "He is still immature."
Oh.. What the fuck, what the shit.
Surely by some age he'd have grown out of it.
Tell me by when it'll be the end of this.
Thank goodness! My grades are always better than his.
Something I'll always have the right to gloat about,
don't care if you call me ignorant and proud.
I know how I should feel and how I should behave,
but sometime somewhere expectations and reality do not coincide.
They should, they would, they will someday
but in the meantime I kinda sorta would er.. like to sometimes have my way.
Alternatively you can ignore this parenting glitch
and accept the fact that I just need to bitch.
Parents like to compare their kids with others. Little do they know that their kids are just as well comparing them with other parents. Poetic karma.
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With the least of drama in the operating room,
the first breath of a baby girl began to bloom.
The darling, the jewel, the apple was she,
in the eyes of her uncles and aunties and multiple grannies.
Firstborn of her generation,
she received the full force of love and admiration.
From the gifts and doting she basked in attention
until her mother suddenly got pregnant.
So at the tender age of three,
she was raised to the title of "Jie Jie".
A title no one else could ever hope to attain,
even when they grew to the age of twenty.
A Jie Jie's job leaves no time for rest;
it even covers the results of Di Di's Chinese test.
No idea how the connection ever came,
but failing Chinese.. Jie Jie is to blame!
Her own arse is hardly covered too,
even with marks almost full but two.
Ninety-eight is never good, you know
Scoring perfect was always rightly so.
Whatever the deal was it doesn't matter,
because as the oldest one, "You should know better."
No indignation whatsoever,
because as the oldest one, "You are expected to be clever."
Fair love amongst the siblings I'm not so sure
because as the youngest one, "He is still immature."
Oh.. What the fuck, what the shit.
Surely by some age he'd have grown out of it.
Tell me by when it'll be the end of this.
Thank goodness! My grades are always better than his.
Something I'll always have the right to gloat about,
don't care if you call me ignorant and proud.
I know how I should feel and how I should behave,
but sometime somewhere expectations and reality do not coincide.
They should, they would, they will someday
but in the meantime I kinda sorta would er.. like to sometimes have my way.
Alternatively you can ignore this parenting glitch
and accept the fact that I just need to bitch.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Unwanted truth
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One of my dad's friend, who is possibly younger than him already has a grandson about six months old.. Sorry dad. I'll try to catch up.
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Some truths are never popular. But someone has to say it anyway.
It's more difficult to get A- than A+ or A.
You can't get all As if your CAP is 5. You're bound to end up with some A pluses.
A+ should be given a score of 5.5.
As become unattractive once the A pluses appear.
A minuses still look good though. For some unexplainable reason.
Bs are the most disgusting grades ever.
The exam period is the best time to catch up on those videos that accumulated throughout the sem.
Facebook should have more games.
The crossword puzzles at USA Today should come out twice a day instead.
Nice cartoons during the exam period should start from 3 pm instead of 4.30 pm.
Ok. Strangle me.
One of my dad's friend, who is possibly younger than him already has a grandson about six months old.. Sorry dad. I'll try to catch up.
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Some truths are never popular. But someone has to say it anyway.
It's more difficult to get A- than A+ or A.
You can't get all As if your CAP is 5. You're bound to end up with some A pluses.
A+ should be given a score of 5.5.
As become unattractive once the A pluses appear.
A minuses still look good though. For some unexplainable reason.
Bs are the most disgusting grades ever.
The exam period is the best time to catch up on those videos that accumulated throughout the sem.
Facebook should have more games.
The crossword puzzles at USA Today should come out twice a day instead.
Nice cartoons during the exam period should start from 3 pm instead of 4.30 pm.
Ok. Strangle me.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
The next rising star
Jeanette AwCrescent Girls, NJC, NUS FASS
Elvin Ng
Catholic High, NJC, NUS FASS
The next rising star..
Meeee!!
Anderson Sec, NJC, NUS FASS
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
The Little Nyonya
Hahaha. Just watched The Little Nyonya episode 5 on MOBTV. Whoa buay tahan. Jeanette Aw can really act. And she's got dimples! I'm starting to fall in love with her already..
Their clothes are so nice la goodness.. And the show keeps kicking up a craving for nyonya kueh in me. I remember when I was young my lao kim told me that they didn't wear panties under their sarongs. Haha at that time she was referring to my er.. real grandmother who is a pure nyonya (that makes me 1/4 nyonya), but I had no idea then my grandmother was a nyonya.
Some couple of years ago, I remember seeing my aunt wearing the baju kebaya on some family gathering. At that time I honestly thought she was wearing the malay costume. Only now do I realise she was probably trying out Peranakan dressing. I know they're pretty much the same la, but intention behind it different la.
Ugh. I want dimples too!!
Their clothes are so nice la goodness.. And the show keeps kicking up a craving for nyonya kueh in me. I remember when I was young my lao kim told me that they didn't wear panties under their sarongs. Haha at that time she was referring to my er.. real grandmother who is a pure nyonya (that makes me 1/4 nyonya), but I had no idea then my grandmother was a nyonya.
Some couple of years ago, I remember seeing my aunt wearing the baju kebaya on some family gathering. At that time I honestly thought she was wearing the malay costume. Only now do I realise she was probably trying out Peranakan dressing. I know they're pretty much the same la, but intention behind it different la.
Ugh. I want dimples too!!
Friday, November 21, 2008
heehee!
Wahaha. I arrived 40 minutes late for my exam. And this is what I did after that (the exam).
1. What if you found out that your inner demon was secretly an alien plotting to take over the world together with the last Starfighter? Bring it on, baby!
2. Do you miss Godzilla? Quite la. The skyscrapers are getting too tall without her around. Who took her eggs arh?
3. What advice would you give Napoleon Dynamite? Dude. Rebond your hair.
4. Describe the postman in one word. Hot.
5. What's your fondest memory of C3PO? His mesmerization with R2.
6. Do you trust the last Starfighter? With all my heart. Take me away, darling.
7. Super fun fun adventure amusement park marathon with you, a sexy stranger and Captain Jack Sparrow! How will it go? Super fun fun sexy!
8. Does the guy next door have any pets? Yes. No. No. Yes. Yes. Then Yes.
9. How did you meet Snape? Through Table for Six. Didn’t know SDU had more usefulness than sponsorship of secret pal..
10. What would you do if Pikachu confessed love to you? Sorry love, but I’ve got the last Starfighter already.
Friday, November 14, 2008
After exam to-do list
Hello everybody!
My exams end on 29 November 11 am AND I'LL BE A FREE GIRL AFTER THAT!! If any of you wanna hang out, please drop me an sms. There are too many things I want to do la..
My exams end on 29 November 11 am AND I'LL BE A FREE GIRL AFTER THAT!! If any of you wanna hang out, please drop me an sms. There are too many things I want to do la..
For now, let me just come up with draft 1 of my to-do list.
1. Get the songs "Here without you" by 3 Doors Down, "Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence" by Ryuchi Sakamoto (the piano solo version) and it's piano music score, and "Apologize" by OneRepublic (the version that starts with the cello and not fuzzy like the one I have now)
anyone kind enough to send me??
here are the links to the versions I was talking about :)
Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence:
Apologize:
2. go watch a movie alone
3. go swimming!
4. go read a novel. i really need to read....
5. go shopping! need new heels, new dresses, new jewellery, new boyfriend...
6. play, play, play!!!!
*UPDATES!! More to-do items (which are near impossible, really)
7. learn the violin/viola/cello any one of them before sem 2 starts
8. learn to speak cantonese and korean fluently before I leave for Hong Kong and Korea respectively
9. earn money!!
Friday, November 07, 2008
Empty
I feel so lost now that everything is over. Presentations are done, projects are submitted, all that is left are normal lessons and the final exams. The end of the semester has come. Somehow, this sem really feels different.
In the previous two years, the end of exams meant the resuming of hall life. This sem somehow meant the end of a journey. I had some excellent project mates this sem, and we had some wonderful times together. It started to feel like back in JC where everyone belonged to a class, and your closest friends are your classmates.
I've made good friends where we laugh at the slightest thing, do silly stuff (ok basically that's me), and friends I really enjoyed hearing their laughter. It just seemed different when they laughed compared to when someone else laughs. And I've made friends whom I share secrets with, and talk at a very connected heart-to-heart level. I feel so connected to everyone, so attached to these friends I don't want this sem to end.
I've had too much fun that this sem does not seem justifiable by grades. I feel so much now that I'm probably incoherent.
I know hall never gave me this sort of bliss. But at least it never left me feeling so empty..
I want to go Hong Kong, I want to go Korea, I want to try new things, I want to make new friends, and I don't want this sem to end.
In the previous two years, the end of exams meant the resuming of hall life. This sem somehow meant the end of a journey. I had some excellent project mates this sem, and we had some wonderful times together. It started to feel like back in JC where everyone belonged to a class, and your closest friends are your classmates.
I've made good friends where we laugh at the slightest thing, do silly stuff (ok basically that's me), and friends I really enjoyed hearing their laughter. It just seemed different when they laughed compared to when someone else laughs. And I've made friends whom I share secrets with, and talk at a very connected heart-to-heart level. I feel so connected to everyone, so attached to these friends I don't want this sem to end.
I've had too much fun that this sem does not seem justifiable by grades. I feel so much now that I'm probably incoherent.
I know hall never gave me this sort of bliss. But at least it never left me feeling so empty..
I want to go Hong Kong, I want to go Korea, I want to try new things, I want to make new friends, and I don't want this sem to end.
Monday, November 03, 2008
PMS post
I often wonder to myself if I am inherently happy or inherently sad. Is what I show on my face what I feel inside? Someone once said I easily wear my emotions on my face. But what sort of emotions do I really have?
I laugh to myself on the bus, chide myself for the minor bloopers committed years and months ago, blame myself for not being glamorous enough, for following the ugly habits of my parents. But I daydream of myself doing things people will look up to me for, hearing others describe me amazing, steam up the stage with my performance, and smile as I think of my success.
I might be mildly bipolar. Comes and goes as my hormones do.
Hai. 小朋友的本性到底是什么呢？
I laugh to myself on the bus, chide myself for the minor bloopers committed years and months ago, blame myself for not being glamorous enough, for following the ugly habits of my parents. But I daydream of myself doing things people will look up to me for, hearing others describe me amazing, steam up the stage with my performance, and smile as I think of my success.
I might be mildly bipolar. Comes and goes as my hormones do.
Hai. 小朋友的本性到底是什么呢？
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Me and Then
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我并不觉得我喜欢过你。只是很不希望那段时光的结束。我自问，如果那时候不是你，我会不会开心。我的答案是：会。
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A lot of people told me I'd changed over the past year, and indeed I had make a deliberate attempt to alter my personality. Looking back to a year ago, I am now
more cheerful,
more kind,
more mischievious,
more happy,
more appreciative,
more inclined to laugh to myself,
more inclined to laugh at myself,
less critical,
less grumpy,
less judgemental,
less doubtful
and less angry.
oh dammit I've totally forgotten how to be a bitch
我并不觉得我喜欢过你。只是很不希望那段时光的结束。我自问，如果那时候不是你，我会不会开心。我的答案是：会。
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A lot of people told me I'd changed over the past year, and indeed I had make a deliberate attempt to alter my personality. Looking back to a year ago, I am now
more cheerful,
more kind,
more mischievious,
more happy,
more appreciative,
more inclined to laugh to myself,
more inclined to laugh at myself,
less critical,
less grumpy,
less judgemental,
less doubtful
and less angry.
oh dammit I've totally forgotten how to be a bitch
Monday, September 29, 2008
What Noose
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Why are we the East when the world is round?
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Please read in the semi-British accent CNA uses
The Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC) launched an attack on the government's post office early this morning. The siege lasted three hours with the FARC escaping in a truck they exchanged for the life of the post office supervisor.
The FARC had also taken with them 1000 pesoes of stamps, and 2 pesoes of change left on the counter before driving off into Venezuelan soil. The reasons for seizing the stamps were not known, but speculations have been rife that the soldiers were homesick and needed stamps for their letters home. Years of fighting have also left them penniless to purchase stamps.
On receiving the news, President Uribe commented "What the FARC."
Why are we the East when the world is round?
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Please read in the semi-British accent CNA uses
The Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC) launched an attack on the government's post office early this morning. The siege lasted three hours with the FARC escaping in a truck they exchanged for the life of the post office supervisor.
The FARC had also taken with them 1000 pesoes of stamps, and 2 pesoes of change left on the counter before driving off into Venezuelan soil. The reasons for seizing the stamps were not known, but speculations have been rife that the soldiers were homesick and needed stamps for their letters home. Years of fighting have also left them penniless to purchase stamps.
On receiving the news, President Uribe commented "What the FARC."
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Chronicles of a nose bleed
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Hey qw, I'm going off on exchange next sem haha. And thanks for your congratulations. By the way, how did you know? You and CK said the same thing to me, but I only found out myself about a week ago. And it's only the Business Dean's List, not FASS. Oh, the irony..
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I had a massive nose bleed last night in my sleep. Must have broke some big blood vessel or something.
So in my half-conscious state, I grabbed a tissue and plugged my nostril (only one side bleeds, for some reason). But the bleeding wouldn't stop.
I would lie in one position, sipping the little bit of blood running down the back of my throat and breathing through the other nostril, then find myself swallowing huge clots when i turn my head. This usually doesn't happen.
So this went on for a while, and I think I swallowed about three or four gulps of blood before I decided to wake up and stop the bleeding before I turn into a vampire.
At the toilet, I unplugged the tissue holding up the blood and dropped it into the toilet bowl. A glob of semi-congealed blood fell into the sink the same time the tissue splashed into the toilet bowl.
I rested my head on the tap and let the blood drip with my eyes tightly shut. The blood dripped down quite rapidly though. Itchy. When I opened my eyes, whoa gross. My house would have red sinks in the future. But it wasn't that bad as I thought it would be. In the dark, it just looked like dark brown splats of ink.
The blood soon stopped dripping, and I washed my nose with surprisingly no trickle of red following the water. Thought to myself, "That's fast."
So now, I have survived a bleeding nose with no blood clots to show, some rusty intestines and bloody shit.
Oh.. My aching abdomen..
Hey qw, I'm going off on exchange next sem haha. And thanks for your congratulations. By the way, how did you know? You and CK said the same thing to me, but I only found out myself about a week ago. And it's only the Business Dean's List, not FASS. Oh, the irony..
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I had a massive nose bleed last night in my sleep. Must have broke some big blood vessel or something.
So in my half-conscious state, I grabbed a tissue and plugged my nostril (only one side bleeds, for some reason). But the bleeding wouldn't stop.
I would lie in one position, sipping the little bit of blood running down the back of my throat and breathing through the other nostril, then find myself swallowing huge clots when i turn my head. This usually doesn't happen.
So this went on for a while, and I think I swallowed about three or four gulps of blood before I decided to wake up and stop the bleeding before I turn into a vampire.
At the toilet, I unplugged the tissue holding up the blood and dropped it into the toilet bowl. A glob of semi-congealed blood fell into the sink the same time the tissue splashed into the toilet bowl.
I rested my head on the tap and let the blood drip with my eyes tightly shut. The blood dripped down quite rapidly though. Itchy. When I opened my eyes, whoa gross. My house would have red sinks in the future. But it wasn't that bad as I thought it would be. In the dark, it just looked like dark brown splats of ink.
The blood soon stopped dripping, and I washed my nose with surprisingly no trickle of red following the water. Thought to myself, "That's fast."
So now, I have survived a bleeding nose with no blood clots to show, some rusty intestines and bloody shit.
Oh.. My aching abdomen..
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Passionate patriotism
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Every girl's dream! I'm going to Hong Kong to buy winter clothes, and Korea to get summer clothes! Wahahahaha.
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We were cooking at the apartment where I am currently learning Korean earlier today when one of the Korean girls asked a student from China "Taiwanese speak Chinese as well, right?"
The Chinese girl immediately said "Taiwan is part of China."
Korean girl: "Oh? But they don't say they are Chinese, right?"
Chinese girl: "Taiwan is part of China."
Korean girl: "They speak Chinese too?"
Chinese girl: "Taiwan is part of China."
I wonder if there was a bunch of people who wanted to break away from Singapore, would we be as anal passionate about it.
Some non-Singaporean: "Pulau Ubin-eans speak Singlish too, right?"
Me: "Pulau Ubin is part of Singapore."
Non-Singaporean: "But they don't call themselves Singaporeans?"
Me: "Pulau Ubin is part of Singapore."
Non-Singaporean: "They speak Singlish too?"
Me: "Pulau Ubin is part of Singapore."
Haha. What shit.
Every girl's dream! I'm going to Hong Kong to buy winter clothes, and Korea to get summer clothes! Wahahahaha.
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We were cooking at the apartment where I am currently learning Korean earlier today when one of the Korean girls asked a student from China "Taiwanese speak Chinese as well, right?"
The Chinese girl immediately said "Taiwan is part of China."
Korean girl: "Oh? But they don't say they are Chinese, right?"
Chinese girl: "Taiwan is part of China."
Korean girl: "They speak Chinese too?"
Chinese girl: "Taiwan is part of China."
I wonder if there was a bunch of people who wanted to break away from Singapore, would we be as anal passionate about it.
Some non-Singaporean: "Pulau Ubin-eans speak Singlish too, right?"
Me: "Pulau Ubin is part of Singapore."
Non-Singaporean: "But they don't call themselves Singaporeans?"
Me: "Pulau Ubin is part of Singapore."
Non-Singaporean: "They speak Singlish too?"
Me: "Pulau Ubin is part of Singapore."
Haha. What shit.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Papaya's induction
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Freak. I'm not touching chicken rice again for the next 3 years. Nearly fainted when I stepped on the weighing scale just now.
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Hahaha. Papaya has been inducted! Finally coaxed him into a bar where we started probing. We chose Table 108 in Chijmes cos Papaya and I were both dressed rather sloppily, and according to Watermelon, Chijmes "is damn relac one".
As the night went on and the alcohol took effect, more and more of Papaya's secrets, fantasies and hidden crushes came out. It was a good thing we chose to start with 3 people instead 1 on 1. Like he admitted himself, he is like a shell, very difficult to enter.
He said something that quite jolted me. "If I really have a girlfriend, I'll really 珍惜 her." For that one moment, there was nothing more in the world I wanted than to be his girlfriend. I know he will, and the girl will truly be loved.
We also concluded that Jun Zhan didn't have to be bothered with knowing many girls for a shot at probability. When he finds the girl with the same frequency as him, he would have found the love of his life, and be contented with living in bliss forever.
The drinking session also revealed Chee Fung's high regard for Jun Zhan. Not many can see what Jun Zhan is like. Even Tong Hai doesn't think much of him (stupid, naive stick-in-the-mud). Even I get clouded by social norms at times. But Chee Fung just saw Jun Zhan for who he was, regardless of what others thought. So amazing what friendship can do sometimes :)
The two of them also started asking each other to rate the girl the other liked now on a scale of 1 to 10. Using me (!) as a benchmark at 5. Stupid boys..
It was really funny too when I asked Chee Fung if he had, in any point of time, liked me even for a little bit. Jun Zhan immediately stood up and volunteered himself for the toilet. I think that helped cos when Jun Zhan left, the answers came rolling out. Or maybe the alcohol was finally working.
And we finally took group photos! The three of us. And (surprise, surprise) Chee Fung was the one holding the camera. A change that Jun Zhan attributes to age.
Hahaha. It was a good night alright. Doing the things we used to do, and doing new stuff we never did. Now Papaya's hooked as well. He began figuring out how to have another drinking session without burning our pockets in the cab ride home.
And I need to figure out how to spend my remaining frames so that I can send the roll for developing quickly.
Freak. I'm not touching chicken rice again for the next 3 years. Nearly fainted when I stepped on the weighing scale just now.
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Hahaha. Papaya has been inducted! Finally coaxed him into a bar where we started probing. We chose Table 108 in Chijmes cos Papaya and I were both dressed rather sloppily, and according to Watermelon, Chijmes "is damn relac one".
As the night went on and the alcohol took effect, more and more of Papaya's secrets, fantasies and hidden crushes came out. It was a good thing we chose to start with 3 people instead 1 on 1. Like he admitted himself, he is like a shell, very difficult to enter.
He said something that quite jolted me. "If I really have a girlfriend, I'll really 珍惜 her." For that one moment, there was nothing more in the world I wanted than to be his girlfriend. I know he will, and the girl will truly be loved.
We also concluded that Jun Zhan didn't have to be bothered with knowing many girls for a shot at probability. When he finds the girl with the same frequency as him, he would have found the love of his life, and be contented with living in bliss forever.
The drinking session also revealed Chee Fung's high regard for Jun Zhan. Not many can see what Jun Zhan is like. Even Tong Hai doesn't think much of him (stupid, naive stick-in-the-mud). Even I get clouded by social norms at times. But Chee Fung just saw Jun Zhan for who he was, regardless of what others thought. So amazing what friendship can do sometimes :)
The two of them also started asking each other to rate the girl the other liked now on a scale of 1 to 10. Using me (!) as a benchmark at 5. Stupid boys..
It was really funny too when I asked Chee Fung if he had, in any point of time, liked me even for a little bit. Jun Zhan immediately stood up and volunteered himself for the toilet. I think that helped cos when Jun Zhan left, the answers came rolling out. Or maybe the alcohol was finally working.
And we finally took group photos! The three of us. And (surprise, surprise) Chee Fung was the one holding the camera. A change that Jun Zhan attributes to age.
Hahaha. It was a good night alright. Doing the things we used to do, and doing new stuff we never did. Now Papaya's hooked as well. He began figuring out how to have another drinking session without burning our pockets in the cab ride home.
And I need to figure out how to spend my remaining frames so that I can send the roll for developing quickly.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Looks can be deceiving
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My new favourite song: Rockstar by Nickelback
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My new favourite song: Rockstar by Nickelback
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Do I look 21 to you?
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The brilliance of Roberto Goizueta
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The fastest way to losing weight is falling sick.
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I came to know of this essay that my lecturer gave out as part of the course. It has become a legend in its own right, and was also published in Coca Cola's 1997 annual report. The author was the late Roberto Goizueta himself, the title, "Why Share-Owner Value?"
"...Not long ago, we came up with an interesting set of facts: A billion hours ago, human life appeared on Earth. A billion minutes ago, Christianity emerged. A billion seconds ago, the Beatles changed music forever. A billion Coca-Colas ago was yesterday morning.
The question we ask ourselves now is: What must we do to make a billion Coca-Colas ago be this morning? By asking that question, we discipline ourselves to the long-term view.
Ultimately, the mission of this Atlanta soft-drink salesman - and my 26,000 associates - is not simply to sell an extra case of Coca-Cola. Our mission is to create value over the long haul for the owners of our Company..."
This guy's a genius! His essay has risen to the level of Lincoln's Gettysburg address in my list of favourite works.
Anyone has his biography?
The fastest way to losing weight is falling sick.
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I came to know of this essay that my lecturer gave out as part of the course. It has become a legend in its own right, and was also published in Coca Cola's 1997 annual report. The author was the late Roberto Goizueta himself, the title, "Why Share-Owner Value?"
"...Not long ago, we came up with an interesting set of facts: A billion hours ago, human life appeared on Earth. A billion minutes ago, Christianity emerged. A billion seconds ago, the Beatles changed music forever. A billion Coca-Colas ago was yesterday morning.
The question we ask ourselves now is: What must we do to make a billion Coca-Colas ago be this morning? By asking that question, we discipline ourselves to the long-term view.
Ultimately, the mission of this Atlanta soft-drink salesman - and my 26,000 associates - is not simply to sell an extra case of Coca-Cola. Our mission is to create value over the long haul for the owners of our Company..."
This guy's a genius! His essay has risen to the level of Lincoln's Gettysburg address in my list of favourite works.
Anyone has his biography?
Monday, August 18, 2008
In love
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Thanks Japheth for saying what you said :)
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I am in love. With this invisible lover. He is tall (1.77m), handsome and strong. Absolutely intelligent with an innate ability to charm my socks off. He has girls falling at his feet, but eyes only for me. We flirt shamelessly with other people but never worry about our feelings for each other. We share a penthouse in Orchard, immaculately designed by our perfect tastes. Everyone is envious of us, of me actually, for having caught the heart of such a perfect man. He is gentle, he is sweet and he makes my heart thump everytime I look at him.
I am in love, with Love himself.
Thanks Japheth for saying what you said :)
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I am in love. With this invisible lover. He is tall (1.77m), handsome and strong. Absolutely intelligent with an innate ability to charm my socks off. He has girls falling at his feet, but eyes only for me. We flirt shamelessly with other people but never worry about our feelings for each other. We share a penthouse in Orchard, immaculately designed by our perfect tastes. Everyone is envious of us, of me actually, for having caught the heart of such a perfect man. He is gentle, he is sweet and he makes my heart thump everytime I look at him.
I am in love, with Love himself.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Kuriya @ Great World
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I keep wanting to kiss my shoulders! why??
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My mum's birthday dinner today, and my little brother chose Kuriya at Great World City after an hour plus of research on the net.
I woke up groggily at 5 and trudged to my room, flung open my cupboard and looked for something I haven't worn in a while. I chose the off-shoulder top I got from Hong Kong and matched it with a skirt.
When I stepped into the restaurant, I was so damn bloody glad I chose that top la. (Ok, maybe I should have guessed since it was dear brother who chose that place)
Pretty lights at Kuriya, Great World
That place is so classy and atas, even the toilet bowl cleans your butt for you. And it comes with toilet seat warming, which I initially mistook for the previous user's residual body heat.
Food was excellent, despite the disposable chopsticks. Must tries include the tuna belly, sea urchin and sea bream sashimis, grilled beef with miso, homemade tofu and eel with cream cheese sushi. You'll be complaining that dinner is too fast, too.
My appetiser: Homemade tofu
Brother's appetiser: Potato Salad with Spicy Cod Roe
My dessert: Monaka Ice Cream with Red Bean
Brother's dessert: Raspberry Chocolate Mousse Cake and Vanilla Ice Cream aka Dessert of the Day
p/s If you were at Kuriya Great World on 15 August 2008, Friday, from 7 to 10 pm, and find yourself coughing and sniffing, don't panic. It's just the common flu from yours sincerely :)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Leave them alone
I have rather disparate groups of friends. They don't mix with each other, and I behave differently with each of them. Which is something I believe is their right, cos everyone and the synergies amongst them are different. So it's only fair that I do not upset things by insisting on treating friendships with a cookie cutter.
Sometimes when two different groups of friends mix, friction result. And I get caught in the middle.
I never wanted Tonghai to come to Block C. He is wrong for the block. For Sheares even. But Murphy had his way and now he is a sore point I am trying reaaaaaally hard to ignore. The whole fiasco between the two of us as yet unsettled.
I don't really want the block guys to meet Chee Fung and Jun Zhan either. Particularly those two block guys. I guess when a person become conscious of their looks and aware of what works for them, they become confident. Maybe over-confident. Everyone in sight is rated on a scale and disapproving looks are dispensed generously to those who don't make the cut.
I'm not in favour of such judgements (despite being such a person eons ago) because it was these same judgements that sent me plunging down into darkness not too long ago.
I will not be foolish and claim that Chee Fung and Jun Zhan are handsome lads. They are not, but so what? They have charismas that bowl me over everytime I'm with them.
That time when they made those remarks, I was insulted. I still am.
How could they just brush off a person's personality just by looking at him?? I have known them for 4 years. They have seen the worst of me but never left my side. I have seen how they've grown and changed throughout this 4 years and I have never once felt any less affection for them. How could the value of my company be decided just by how they look??
Ok la, I might be a total slut now. But my friends will be my friends will be my friends. Attack me, but leave them alone.
p/s Just a little note here.. I'm not actually angry with anyone. I just feel indignant for these two best friends of mine, and kinda needed to voice it out.
Sometimes when two different groups of friends mix, friction result. And I get caught in the middle.
I never wanted Tonghai to come to Block C. He is wrong for the block. For Sheares even. But Murphy had his way and now he is a sore point I am trying reaaaaaally hard to ignore. The whole fiasco between the two of us as yet unsettled.
I don't really want the block guys to meet Chee Fung and Jun Zhan either. Particularly those two block guys. I guess when a person become conscious of their looks and aware of what works for them, they become confident. Maybe over-confident. Everyone in sight is rated on a scale and disapproving looks are dispensed generously to those who don't make the cut.
I'm not in favour of such judgements (despite being such a person eons ago) because it was these same judgements that sent me plunging down into darkness not too long ago.
I will not be foolish and claim that Chee Fung and Jun Zhan are handsome lads. They are not, but so what? They have charismas that bowl me over everytime I'm with them.
That time when they made those remarks, I was insulted. I still am.
How could they just brush off a person's personality just by looking at him?? I have known them for 4 years. They have seen the worst of me but never left my side. I have seen how they've grown and changed throughout this 4 years and I have never once felt any less affection for them. How could the value of my company be decided just by how they look??
Ok la, I might be a total slut now. But my friends will be my friends will be my friends. Attack me, but leave them alone.
p/s Just a little note here.. I'm not actually angry with anyone. I just feel indignant for these two best friends of mine, and kinda needed to voice it out.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Life as a game
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I just spent 1639 shopping for a sixth module. I'm no longer dabbling in sixth modules. Too high risk.
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When love is a game, who are you up against? It's a simple machine with simple rules. The human mind makes it complex. You throw a part of yourself into the coin slot, staking happiness and other petty gains in the name of desire.
The rules demand only that once the player takes the seat, he cannot rise till the game is over. Curiosity killed the cat, for the cat took the seat, and now he can't get up. The cat fell for the taunt, even though it was a losing game right from the start.
Prudence asks me to end it before the consequences are greater than I can bear. Irrationality is driving me elsewhere.
How I wish I had not picked this machine..
I just spent 1639 shopping for a sixth module. I'm no longer dabbling in sixth modules. Too high risk.
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When love is a game, who are you up against? It's a simple machine with simple rules. The human mind makes it complex. You throw a part of yourself into the coin slot, staking happiness and other petty gains in the name of desire.
The rules demand only that once the player takes the seat, he cannot rise till the game is over. Curiosity killed the cat, for the cat took the seat, and now he can't get up. The cat fell for the taunt, even though it was a losing game right from the start.
Prudence asks me to end it before the consequences are greater than I can bear. Irrationality is driving me elsewhere.
How I wish I had not picked this machine..
Monday, August 11, 2008
我的坏习惯
我有个坏习惯。 一旦事情有变化时，我总是毫不犹豫地把它打发走。误以为是潇洒，其实只不过是逃避。
这次的‘冷战’显示了我们之间的差异，也显示了你对我的重要性。
回想起来，之前数次的幻想你遭到不遇的时候，我会怎么办。现在仔细想想，原来没有你，我是多么的无助。
我可能低估了我对你的感情，也低估了你对我的重要。
那天看到你同时坚强又脆弱的眼神和那个被泪水洗过的脸，我心痛了。突然间，冷战变得好幼稚，朋友的话成了怂恿。我，变得好愚蠢。
我脑里一片空白，心里一团糟。求求你告诉我，我们之间的矛盾，我该如何是好。
这次的‘冷战’显示了我们之间的差异，也显示了你对我的重要性。
回想起来，之前数次的幻想你遭到不遇的时候，我会怎么办。现在仔细想想，原来没有你，我是多么的无助。
我可能低估了我对你的感情，也低估了你对我的重要。
那天看到你同时坚强又脆弱的眼神和那个被泪水洗过的脸，我心痛了。突然间，冷战变得好幼稚，朋友的话成了怂恿。我，变得好愚蠢。
我脑里一片空白，心里一团糟。求求你告诉我，我们之间的矛盾，我该如何是好。
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Night out with watermelon
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[ims0708][C-Towner] »:£®§+_€ØûÐ~:«boing~ says:
WHAT
Chee Fung says:
tot i couldn't log into ivle
haha
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Went out with Watermelon right after Joyceh's surprise party at Macs. We were supposed to go to the Ben 'n Jerry's at The Grand Cathay to listen to a live band, but (really unluckily) bumped into my ex-boyfriend there. That was fine actually, since ex-boyfriend was leaving. But the band happened to be taking a break, and Jun Zhan suggested going to a jazz pub.
Since I lost the mood for music and ice cream already (it's the second ex-boyfriend I bumped into already la. Singapore can be so small if you don't want it to), might as well try out the pub.
I managed to get a treat out of him on our way there for 1. failing to find our way in 12 minutes, and 2. walking around lost for another 25 minutes.
We both got Sex on the Beach, cos I thought I remembered it tasting nice the last time I tried it at Timbre. Today, I found out that having sex on the beach tastes like cough syrup. Those people must be sick to have sex on the beach.
Alcohol can be an amazing drink really.
Chee Fung says:
worst nightmare of a mugger!!! [ims0708][C-Towner] »:£®§+_€ØûÐ~:«boing~ says:
WHAT
Chee Fung says:
tot i couldn't log into ivle
haha
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Went out with Watermelon right after Joyceh's surprise party at Macs. We were supposed to go to the Ben 'n Jerry's at The Grand Cathay to listen to a live band, but (really unluckily) bumped into my ex-boyfriend there. That was fine actually, since ex-boyfriend was leaving. But the band happened to be taking a break, and Jun Zhan suggested going to a jazz pub.
Since I lost the mood for music and ice cream already (it's the second ex-boyfriend I bumped into already la. Singapore can be so small if you don't want it to), might as well try out the pub.
I managed to get a treat out of him on our way there for 1. failing to find our way in 12 minutes, and 2. walking around lost for another 25 minutes.
We both got Sex on the Beach, cos I thought I remembered it tasting nice the last time I tried it at Timbre. Today, I found out that having sex on the beach tastes like cough syrup. Those people must be sick to have sex on the beach.
Alcohol can be an amazing drink really.
JZ: Xxxx Xxxx..
Me: What about her?
JZ: She can be abit touchy...
Me: Like how touchy?
JZ: The hands, the shoulders..
Me: Am I touchy?
JZ: Today, you are.
Me: Sorry baby, it's the alcohol.
JZ: Can you not blink like that?
Me: Oops. Was I sending out electricity?
JZ: *nods head
Time passed really quickly too. We met at 9 going 10. The next time we did a time check, it was 1.30 am.
If I'm gonna carry on doing this, I'll really have to stock up on instant noodles and soup. Alcohol always makes me hungry for some incredulous reason.
Next stop. Papaya's induction. (With friends like these, who needs dates??)
JZ: Can you not blink like that?
Me: Oops. Was I sending out electricity?
JZ: *nods head
Time passed really quickly too. We met at 9 going 10. The next time we did a time check, it was 1.30 am.
If I'm gonna carry on doing this, I'll really have to stock up on instant noodles and soup. Alcohol always makes me hungry for some incredulous reason.
Next stop. Papaya's induction. (With friends like these, who needs dates??)
The place we went; Bar Stop
My first date with Papaya!
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Someone told me today that I sure want to go back to hall after going for SWOC, cos I am that kind who just can't leave hall. Crapz. Everyone knew it but me.
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Wooohoooo!! Just got back from my first date with Papaya and I am damn. high. la. Hehehehehe.
We had dinner at this Japanese restaurant in Suntec. Tonkinchi, I think. The food wasn't bad, honestly. Worthy of the price.
My order
Papaya's order
Then we decided to do a bit of recce-ing around the Esplanade area for the upcoming fireworks festival. As luck would have it, the drizzle intensified while we were taking a peak at the floating stadium and we detoured into the Esplanade instead.
There, we saw the most amazing a cappella performance ever. The group was called the Harvard Dins, from the Harvard University in USA, and they are soooo cool la!
Their voices are amazing, their songs are so friggin' cool, and their choreography was sooo entertaining. The entire performance was just. Wow.
The (shining) Harvard Dins!
Too bad Watermelon couldn't make it. Or else I could have my late night out before school started. Jun Zhan! It's all your fault! Your pants too long. Hehehe hahaha.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
My ridiculous wishes
1. I want to move out of home
2. I want my own place
3. I don't want my family to know about my place or come in and out of it as they please
4. I want to move back to hall (It nicely fulfill the above three wants)
5. I want a boyfriend to hug and hold me
6. I want a relationship where both sides flirt but never have to worry about our feelings for each other
7. I want a relationship where I don't have to commit
8. I want to date
9. I want to break hearts
10. I want my own daughter
11. I don't want to get married
12. I want to be a single mother
13. I want to migrate
14. I want my own place in a city penthouse
15. I want my %$#!@ white spots to disappear
16. I want to know why my weight shot up
17. I want to shop
18. I want to run awaaaaay!
19. I want to disappear
20. I want all my wishes to come true
2. I want my own place
3. I don't want my family to know about my place or come in and out of it as they please
4. I want to move back to hall (It nicely fulfill the above three wants)
5. I want a boyfriend to hug and hold me
6. I want a relationship where both sides flirt but never have to worry about our feelings for each other
7. I want a relationship where I don't have to commit
8. I want to date
9. I want to break hearts
10. I want my own daughter
11. I don't want to get married
12. I want to be a single mother
13. I want to migrate
14. I want my own place in a city penthouse
15. I want my %$#!@ white spots to disappear
16. I want to know why my weight shot up
17. I want to shop
18. I want to run awaaaaay!
19. I want to disappear
20. I want all my wishes to come true
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Hall.......
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A pastor told me yesterday that my greatest temptation would be a non-Christian boyfriend. I have a feeling that I may be facing my biggest rejection soon. Father, please tell me you have a really awesome guy for me up your sleeves...
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I. Miss. Hall. Suddenly all the push and pull factors that were there when I was in year one come flooding back. I remembered why I wanted to run away, why I didn't want to go home, why hall seemed like such a beautiful place.
Urgh. I want to go back.
A pastor told me yesterday that my greatest temptation would be a non-Christian boyfriend. I have a feeling that I may be facing my biggest rejection soon. Father, please tell me you have a really awesome guy for me up your sleeves...
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I. Miss. Hall. Suddenly all the push and pull factors that were there when I was in year one come flooding back. I remembered why I wanted to run away, why I didn't want to go home, why hall seemed like such a beautiful place.
Urgh. I want to go back.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
My brother and me
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Whoa. I'm really itching for a late night out.. Papaya, Watermelon where are you????
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Brother: I dress nicer for school than you do for work.
Me: I dress for work like how I dress for school.
Brother: I dress nicer for school than you do for school.
Me: ... I need new clothes.
Brother: The neighbour's boy is damn cute la
Me: Kids like these make you want to get married and have your own.
Me: Then I look at our parents. Forget it.
Me: We should all just have kids without getting married.
Sometimes, I look at my parents, and I look at my brother. I never understood how he could turn out as good as he is. I look at myself, and then at my parents, I can pretty much tell where I come from. But my brother feels like he's from a different family.
And honestly, he got more crap than me growing up. I only had to deal with unreasonable expectations. His was BIG shit. Tempers, peer pressure, menopause, esteem attacks... The only thing he had lesser than me was expectations. And the role of the eldest child la.
How did I end up so screwed?
Whoa. I'm really itching for a late night out.. Papaya, Watermelon where are you????
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Brother: I dress nicer for school than you do for work.
Me: I dress for work like how I dress for school.
Brother: I dress nicer for school than you do for school.
Me: ... I need new clothes.
Brother: The neighbour's boy is damn cute la
Me: Kids like these make you want to get married and have your own.
Me: Then I look at our parents. Forget it.
Me: We should all just have kids without getting married.
Sometimes, I look at my parents, and I look at my brother. I never understood how he could turn out as good as he is. I look at myself, and then at my parents, I can pretty much tell where I come from. But my brother feels like he's from a different family.
And honestly, he got more crap than me growing up. I only had to deal with unreasonable expectations. His was BIG shit. Tempers, peer pressure, menopause, esteem attacks... The only thing he had lesser than me was expectations. And the role of the eldest child la.
How did I end up so screwed?
Monday, July 28, 2008
My Evergreen Status
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I've got a horribly screwed up system. I can't seem to eat (dinner last night was three stems of vegetables, 2 or 3 pieces of tofu, a spoonful of meat and two mouths of soup), I got the second major giddy spell in three days, and my fingers won't stop trembling.
Thank goodness my body clock is still normal.
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I was chatting with a friend when he asked me a question about relationships and I suddenly got, in my opinion, a very wise insight.
I was telling him about my inability to commit and be stable enough to be in a relationship. Then he said that when I'm ready, there might not be guys around for me to pick.
I told him that was part 2 of the problem. I had to solve part 1 first. So he asked me how may parts did I think there were.
And then I gained that insight.
I think
There are three areas to resolve for every relationship. The first being us as a person, the second being our partner and our compatibility in terms of character and beliefs. Lastly, would of course be the ongoing relationship itself, and how each of us could still be our individual selves despite being attached.
Years ago, the onset of puberty and ensuing rush of hormones ensured the absence of the first two aspects. I soon lost my individual identity, and my friends. (Being separated into different classes was also a factor).
Sometime later, I learnt about problem no. 2. Residual hormones from puberty sucessfully concealed a very jarring problem no. 1. Passion lasted like an A-bomb detonating in water.
I no longer insensibly think I'm ready for relationships and commitment. Love immortalized by Hollywood is slowly being peeled away. An ugly core remains.
It's honestly nice having a boyfriend to take care of you, have a hand to hold, send a tingle down your spine everytime you kiss.. But beyond the intimacy and making out, what's next? Sharing your problems, listening to his, talking about your day, and sms-ing "I love you"?
Hm. No, thanks. I'm not so into that.
I've got a horribly screwed up system. I can't seem to eat (dinner last night was three stems of vegetables, 2 or 3 pieces of tofu, a spoonful of meat and two mouths of soup), I got the second major giddy spell in three days, and my fingers won't stop trembling.
Thank goodness my body clock is still normal.
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I was chatting with a friend when he asked me a question about relationships and I suddenly got, in my opinion, a very wise insight.
I was telling him about my inability to commit and be stable enough to be in a relationship. Then he said that when I'm ready, there might not be guys around for me to pick.
I told him that was part 2 of the problem. I had to solve part 1 first. So he asked me how may parts did I think there were.
And then I gained that insight.
I think
There are three areas to resolve for every relationship. The first being us as a person, the second being our partner and our compatibility in terms of character and beliefs. Lastly, would of course be the ongoing relationship itself, and how each of us could still be our individual selves despite being attached.
Years ago, the onset of puberty and ensuing rush of hormones ensured the absence of the first two aspects. I soon lost my individual identity, and my friends. (Being separated into different classes was also a factor).
Sometime later, I learnt about problem no. 2. Residual hormones from puberty sucessfully concealed a very jarring problem no. 1. Passion lasted like an A-bomb detonating in water.
I no longer insensibly think I'm ready for relationships and commitment. Love immortalized by Hollywood is slowly being peeled away. An ugly core remains.
It's honestly nice having a boyfriend to take care of you, have a hand to hold, send a tingle down your spine everytime you kiss.. But beyond the intimacy and making out, what's next? Sharing your problems, listening to his, talking about your day, and sms-ing "I love you"?
Hm. No, thanks. I'm not so into that.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Hi, I live in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
Friggin cool. That's the name of a real town in WALES. I originally thought it was an aboriginal or tribal name from Africa or somewhere else exotic. But no. It's a town in Wales of the United Kingdom.
"The long form of the name is the longest officially recognised place name in the United Kingdom and one of the longest in the world, being 58 letters in length (51 letters in the Welsh alphabet, where "ch" and "ll" count as single letters). The name is Welsh for "St Mary's church in the hollow of the white hazel near to the rapid whirlpool and the church of St Tysilio of the red cave"."
Source is located at this link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
"The long form of the name is the longest officially recognised place name in the United Kingdom and one of the longest in the world, being 58 letters in length (51 letters in the Welsh alphabet, where "ch" and "ll" count as single letters). The name is Welsh for "St Mary's church in the hollow of the white hazel near to the rapid whirlpool and the church of St Tysilio of the red cave"."
Source is located at this link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Fastest date ever
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My brother just picked up a hobby of examining my Mammut. Every single piece of it.
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Today holds the record for the fastest date ever. But I couldn't ask for it to be any longer.
It was meet up, check out the movies, food, home.
I have never been so afraid of someone asking me to be his girlfriend. Ever.
We actually knew each other since sec 3, and through some strange reason or another, we became msn best friends. That was probably the only time I truly enjoyed our conversations. But we couldn't be together. Oh, we were both separately attached.
I actually prepared a rejection speech for him when I thought he was getting just a little too sweet in sec 4. But I never got to use it cos he only confessed when I was in J1. Idiot.
He was really nice on my nineteenth birthday. Reminded me of my birthday (which I honestly forgot about) one week earlier, asked me out, gave me a bouquet of blue roses (my favourite flowers), and a cute little bracelet.
At the same time, he was dating another girl from his school which he happily showed on his msn display. Could just die of diabetes with platonic friends like these.
And now. His hints no longer belong to the subtle/neutral category, he is getting a little over-enthusiastic/friendly and he is so very single. Shit.
My little rejection speech is entirely irrelevant, I've got no boyfriend at my disposal, and I have no blardy idea what to tell him.
Talk about a sticky situation.
My brother just picked up a hobby of examining my Mammut. Every single piece of it.
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Today holds the record for the fastest date ever. But I couldn't ask for it to be any longer.
It was meet up, check out the movies, food, home.
I have never been so afraid of someone asking me to be his girlfriend. Ever.
We actually knew each other since sec 3, and through some strange reason or another, we became msn best friends. That was probably the only time I truly enjoyed our conversations. But we couldn't be together. Oh, we were both separately attached.
I actually prepared a rejection speech for him when I thought he was getting just a little too sweet in sec 4. But I never got to use it cos he only confessed when I was in J1. Idiot.
He was really nice on my nineteenth birthday. Reminded me of my birthday (which I honestly forgot about) one week earlier, asked me out, gave me a bouquet of blue roses (my favourite flowers), and a cute little bracelet.
At the same time, he was dating another girl from his school which he happily showed on his msn display. Could just die of diabetes with platonic friends like these.
And now. His hints no longer belong to the subtle/neutral category, he is getting a little over-enthusiastic/friendly and he is so very single. Shit.
My little rejection speech is entirely irrelevant, I've got no boyfriend at my disposal, and I have no blardy idea what to tell him.
Talk about a sticky situation.
Friday, July 25, 2008
My dream home
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The world boings when boing boing stops.
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I stepped into my room on Thursday and was hit by a blanket of rose scent in the air. I instantly knew what my dream home will be like in the (coming) future.
The decor will be clean and solid, with white as the main colour. The occasional green from apples or a lily in a vase made of glass.
Windows will run from floor to ceiling with white translucent drapes to match.
Apartment will be high above the crowds, revealing only the silent city below with the occasional sigh of tires when I step out of the house.
I'll have a massage chair in my study to soothe my aching back, and rows and rows of books shall line the shelves as a memory to my acquaintance with their authors.
Lights will only be yellow, as I love looking into windows with yellow lights peeking out from behind curtains.
A constant veil of roses will float in the air from the potpurri or real roses scattered around the house. My house will be a place I step in and fall in love, and feel peace. (A bit of irony there, I know)
Obviously no husband will be around to destroy the serenity.
The world boings when boing boing stops.
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I stepped into my room on Thursday and was hit by a blanket of rose scent in the air. I instantly knew what my dream home will be like in the (coming) future.
The decor will be clean and solid, with white as the main colour. The occasional green from apples or a lily in a vase made of glass.
Windows will run from floor to ceiling with white translucent drapes to match.
Apartment will be high above the crowds, revealing only the silent city below with the occasional sigh of tires when I step out of the house.
I'll have a massage chair in my study to soothe my aching back, and rows and rows of books shall line the shelves as a memory to my acquaintance with their authors.
Lights will only be yellow, as I love looking into windows with yellow lights peeking out from behind curtains.
A constant veil of roses will float in the air from the potpurri or real roses scattered around the house. My house will be a place I step in and fall in love, and feel peace. (A bit of irony there, I know)
Obviously no husband will be around to destroy the serenity.
Boing~!
Some of the people around me might have known, more than they were comfortable with, my boing boing phase. Inspired by the Sony (I think) mp3 player advertisement, I got quite intrigued by sounds. This is a post I've been wanting to write for a long time. Too bad I'm not a famous blogger, or I'd have given out prizes for anyone who can correctly decipher what I'm saying.
Boing boing.
Tick tock tick tock boing boing.
Ticktickticktick tock BOING.
Tick tock tick tock. Boing. Boing
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. boingboingboingboingboing.
Tic-k toc-k tic-k toc-k tic-k toc-k BOING!
tick tock boing...
Boing boing.
Tick tock tick tock boing boing.
Ticktickticktick tock BOING.
Tick tock tick tock. Boing. Boing
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. boingboingboingboingboing.
Tic-k toc-k tic-k toc-k tic-k toc-k BOING!
tick tock boing...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Him
I sat down at one of the front rows with my friends chatting noisily away. Sometime later I heard a familiar voice behind. I turned around and my heart skipped a beat.
I was dressed in my sloppiest hall wear, slinging a heavy bag, having just reached school from home with no time to stop by hall for a change of clothes. I saw him walking towards me. His mannerisms were as I remembered. He didn't, or pretended he didn't, see me. My heart skipped a beat.
I made a decision to start talking to him again. Tried finding him on msn, then realised I didn't know if the email account was still active. Typed his name on Yahoo and got no results. Searched facebook, and saw his boyish looks staring back at me. My heart skipped a beat.
It has been six years.
I was dressed in my sloppiest hall wear, slinging a heavy bag, having just reached school from home with no time to stop by hall for a change of clothes. I saw him walking towards me. His mannerisms were as I remembered. He didn't, or pretended he didn't, see me. My heart skipped a beat.
I made a decision to start talking to him again. Tried finding him on msn, then realised I didn't know if the email account was still active. Typed his name on Yahoo and got no results. Searched facebook, and saw his boyish looks staring back at me. My heart skipped a beat.
It has been six years.
Rain
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I honestly wonder how I'll react when I find out that Tonghai just got attached, right before I smsed him.
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Shall steal snippets of my boss' time to write. I remember a time in secondary school when I loved days like today. Heavy rain, no thunder, cold but bearable. It was umbrella duty day!
I will arrive really early in school, dump my bag in the classroom and run downstairs to the council room.
I can't really remember where we got the raincoats from. It was either General Office or in the cupboard below the blazers. But umbrellas were from General Office, no doubt. Then the whole group of us will head off down to the porch and bus stops dressed in rain coats, armed with umbrellas.
The fun wasn't really in sheltering people from the rain. That was fun, but not the greatest fun of all. The fun was being able to get wet legally. You get to wear rain coats, run out of school, splash around in the rain, and the teachers won't say anything.
I remember there was once a councillor forgot to put on her hood. She just used her umbrella to shelter Andersonians and herself. And she forgot all about it. When one of the seniors called her out, she pulled on her hood, with all the water it collected, and ran out. Her whole back was drenched.
Councillors wore white blouses with the kelly blue skirt at that time. In a sense, we couldn't afford to wear florescent bras, or get wet, or both.
But I loved getting wet. Not so I could show off my bra - they weren't much anyway. But it was fun!
In sec 4, when it was time to study for Os, and we were all relieved of our council duties, umbrella duty became a permanent memory. In sec 4 councillors also officially changed back to pinafores; no more light, fluttering skirts.
Whenever it rained in the afternoon or evening, I'll remove my school badge and name tag and pass them to my best friends while I walk outside the walkway enjoying the rain. Hahaha. They'll just nag at me throughout the whole walk to the MRT station, and again when I arrive in school the next day sneezing my head off.
I guess it's the affection as much as the fun that kept me addicted to rain. Like how I wish I still am today.
I honestly wonder how I'll react when I find out that Tonghai just got attached, right before I smsed him.
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Shall steal snippets of my boss' time to write. I remember a time in secondary school when I loved days like today. Heavy rain, no thunder, cold but bearable. It was umbrella duty day!
I will arrive really early in school, dump my bag in the classroom and run downstairs to the council room.
I can't really remember where we got the raincoats from. It was either General Office or in the cupboard below the blazers. But umbrellas were from General Office, no doubt. Then the whole group of us will head off down to the porch and bus stops dressed in rain coats, armed with umbrellas.
The fun wasn't really in sheltering people from the rain. That was fun, but not the greatest fun of all. The fun was being able to get wet legally. You get to wear rain coats, run out of school, splash around in the rain, and the teachers won't say anything.
I remember there was once a councillor forgot to put on her hood. She just used her umbrella to shelter Andersonians and herself. And she forgot all about it. When one of the seniors called her out, she pulled on her hood, with all the water it collected, and ran out. Her whole back was drenched.
Councillors wore white blouses with the kelly blue skirt at that time. In a sense, we couldn't afford to wear florescent bras, or get wet, or both.
But I loved getting wet. Not so I could show off my bra - they weren't much anyway. But it was fun!
In sec 4, when it was time to study for Os, and we were all relieved of our council duties, umbrella duty became a permanent memory. In sec 4 councillors also officially changed back to pinafores; no more light, fluttering skirts.
Whenever it rained in the afternoon or evening, I'll remove my school badge and name tag and pass them to my best friends while I walk outside the walkway enjoying the rain. Hahaha. They'll just nag at me throughout the whole walk to the MRT station, and again when I arrive in school the next day sneezing my head off.
I guess it's the affection as much as the fun that kept me addicted to rain. Like how I wish I still am today.
Sleeeeepy...
Something just zapped me of my life, I have no idea what. I am constantly sleepy, my fingers tremble uncontrollably, I find little interest in any other thing except lying on my bed on a rainy day feeling warm and protected from the cold outside.
I saw Batman's Bat Mobile yesterday. Looks just like a tank. If he doesn't dump it for his Lambogini (or however you spell it), I'm dumping him. His suit has improved though.
But too bad his voice is not as sexy as the cartoon's. And his moves were a bit clumsy. No wonder even Ong Sor Fern granted it only 3 and a half stars.
Joker was amazing. Psychotic. Amazingly psychotic.
I saw Batman's Bat Mobile yesterday. Looks just like a tank. If he doesn't dump it for his Lambogini (or however you spell it), I'm dumping him. His suit has improved though.
But too bad his voice is not as sexy as the cartoon's. And his moves were a bit clumsy. No wonder even Ong Sor Fern granted it only 3 and a half stars.
Joker was amazing. Psychotic. Amazingly psychotic.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Hormones
Sometimes, instead of holding back and keeping it in, maybe it would be better to let it out. The last time I ran to Joyce's room crying uncontrollably, digging up whatever cry-able history I had to pour my tears on. I didn't need the reasons. She did.
But that felt good.
I could return to my room, pack up and head out for tutorial after that. And that was the end of the episode. I returned to laughing, playing pranks and doing silly stuff.
Until today.
Hormones are still raging. It might be a big period coming.
Maybe I should just cry. Not in the office. At home, possibly. In my bed, in my locked room. No aircon, no ventilation. Just sobbing and letting it all out. No need to worry what I'm crying for, who the tears are for. There probably isn't anyone anyway.
Just really, really basic, instinctive, uncontrollable physiological reactions.
Yeah. Maybe I'll do that tonight.
But that felt good.
I could return to my room, pack up and head out for tutorial after that. And that was the end of the episode. I returned to laughing, playing pranks and doing silly stuff.
Until today.
Hormones are still raging. It might be a big period coming.
Maybe I should just cry. Not in the office. At home, possibly. In my bed, in my locked room. No aircon, no ventilation. Just sobbing and letting it all out. No need to worry what I'm crying for, who the tears are for. There probably isn't anyone anyway.
Just really, really basic, instinctive, uncontrollable physiological reactions.
Yeah. Maybe I'll do that tonight.
Hormones
Hormones can be scary. As I found out not for the first time today. It can bring you up to the heavens in the skies and down to the pits of hell within the span of a day. Almost a bipolar disorder.
Hormones give you the good: joy, delight, excitement. They also give you the bad. Suddenly the world can seem the most despair, and hope seemed like it never existed.
That happened today.
It was most unfair to the people/person around me. I couldn't share the joy I had, for it was joy only for me. Yet I couldn't keep the sorrow within myself, for I wear my feelings on my face.
Love has disappeared from me. I don't even feel it for my family.
All it took, was that one last heartbreak.
I'm sorry.
Hormones give you the good: joy, delight, excitement. They also give you the bad. Suddenly the world can seem the most despair, and hope seemed like it never existed.
That happened today.
It was most unfair to the people/person around me. I couldn't share the joy I had, for it was joy only for me. Yet I couldn't keep the sorrow within myself, for I wear my feelings on my face.
Love has disappeared from me. I don't even feel it for my family.
All it took, was that one last heartbreak.
I'm sorry.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Kodak moment
I was limping along Citilink today, trying to will my blisters out of my feet, when a mother carrying her baby caught up with me. I saw the most beautiful photo moment in the next minute to come.
The baby was in those carriers straddled across the mother's front. While the mum was walking along, the baby looked up and gazed at his (or her?) mum. The mum looked back down and they remained in each other's gazes for a whole half minute, before the mother planted a kiss on the baby's forehead.
Beautiful.
I immediately wished I could take out the Sony cameras on display and capture that perfect moment.
It was simply perfect.
The baby was in those carriers straddled across the mother's front. While the mum was walking along, the baby looked up and gazed at his (or her?) mum. The mum looked back down and they remained in each other's gazes for a whole half minute, before the mother planted a kiss on the baby's forehead.
Beautiful.
I immediately wished I could take out the Sony cameras on display and capture that perfect moment.
It was simply perfect.
Friday, July 18, 2008
The Dark Knight
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I feel like doing something really dangerous. Hm. Should I?
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Can't remember how the conversation went but somewhere along the way my colleague asked me "Who Batman? Your boyfriend arh?". Suddenly my brain mechanisms came alive and in three seconds I saw my entire courtship with Batman.
If only Batman was my boyfriend..
I'll be dating a billionaire with a faithful butler, looks damn hot in a tight suit, is the genius of our time, and owns the Bat Mobile. Can you imagine going for a car ride in the Bat Mobile?
We'll drive down ECP, racing with the planes overhead!
Every date is an excitement, never knowing when Joker or Penguin will show up. Or we could just go around the city making sure everything is safe in the Bat Mobile. We can even jump off a skyscraper or two for fun!
*droolz. If only Batmay was my boyfriend..
I feel like doing something really dangerous. Hm. Should I?
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Can't remember how the conversation went but somewhere along the way my colleague asked me "Who Batman? Your boyfriend arh?". Suddenly my brain mechanisms came alive and in three seconds I saw my entire courtship with Batman.
If only Batman was my boyfriend..
I'll be dating a billionaire with a faithful butler, looks damn hot in a tight suit, is the genius of our time, and owns the Bat Mobile. Can you imagine going for a car ride in the Bat Mobile?
We'll drive down ECP, racing with the planes overhead!
Every date is an excitement, never knowing when Joker or Penguin will show up. Or we could just go around the city making sure everything is safe in the Bat Mobile. We can even jump off a skyscraper or two for fun!
*droolz. If only Batmay was my boyfriend..
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Cold day
Brr.. It's been a cold and sleepy day. Now I'm going to start dreaming that I'm running around naked.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Men are all bastards
MEN ARE ALL BASTARDS! HOW MANY LESSONS DO YOU NEED TO GET THAT INTO YOUR THICK HEAD?!
Fuck. I'm so screwed. I want to see blood. How I wish my nose will bleed now.
Fuck. I'm so screwed. I want to see blood. How I wish my nose will bleed now.
Damn fisherman
This morning I woke up with an awful realization. And I thought, Shit, I might be in trouble.
Tonight, one church service, a meal and a movie later. I know, Fuck. I am in trouble.
I. Just. Got. Fished.
Damn.
Tonight, one church service, a meal and a movie later. I know, Fuck. I am in trouble.
I. Just. Got. Fished.
Damn.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
A bus ride home
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Dates can really be such enjoyable affairs. If the date is the right person :)
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Argh. Caffeine's kicking in; trembling fingers and all. This is just like typing with spasms. And bad English.
I was on the bus heading home convinced that I've been brainwashed by Tiffany & Co, having heard the line "Hush baby don't say a thing, Mummy's gonna buy you a diamond ring" stubbornly playing in my head over and over and over and over again for no apparent reason. And the brilliance of it all, I haven't seen a single bluish-green ad with serif font and clean background the entire day, week, or month for that matter. That, is successful marketing.
As I was looking up at the clear blue sky with the occasional smudge of white, I saw four fighter jets silently drawing a beautiful arc across the canvas. Fifteen seconds later, the roar of their engines followed. By then, the jets had flown out of sight, leaving behind a dispursing trail of smoke/exhaust/dust/mist(?)
No one in the bus noticed. All of them had their heads up in the sky.
I so love the irony.
Dates can really be such enjoyable affairs. If the date is the right person :)
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Argh. Caffeine's kicking in; trembling fingers and all. This is just like typing with spasms. And bad English.
I was on the bus heading home convinced that I've been brainwashed by Tiffany & Co, having heard the line "Hush baby don't say a thing, Mummy's gonna buy you a diamond ring" stubbornly playing in my head over and over and over and over again for no apparent reason. And the brilliance of it all, I haven't seen a single bluish-green ad with serif font and clean background the entire day, week, or month for that matter. That, is successful marketing.
As I was looking up at the clear blue sky with the occasional smudge of white, I saw four fighter jets silently drawing a beautiful arc across the canvas. Fifteen seconds later, the roar of their engines followed. By then, the jets had flown out of sight, leaving behind a dispursing trail of smoke/exhaust/dust/mist(?)
No one in the bus noticed. All of them had their heads up in the sky.
I so love the irony.
whatwhosaid's digest
Different workplaces have different cultures. And I have definitely learnt stuff along the way. Some words and phrases, however, have taken on a new meaning.
Awkward silence - The silence over the phone as the receptionist puts you on hold but does not know how to turn on the music
Editor - The poor fella who has to correct the mistakes of the idiot before him on a gigantous Excel sheet.
Waiting - The state of watching several icons on your mac bouncing happily away while you wonder if the machine is going to crash
Wide screens - The best inventions ever. Prevents the colleagues behind you from noticing that you're spending a bit too much time on MSN. Of course, you must not be the one with the wide screen(s).
Cooling-off period - The time between getting a cup of water from the hot water flask and actually drinking it. Duration varies depending on tongue tolerance.
Casual dressing - Treating the office like your own home
Half flush - Uses half the amount of water and does half the job of a full flush. Needs to be executed twice to complete the job.
Jelly Chills - Name of a shipping company that does not sell bubble tea.
Anticipation - The yearn for lunch/end of the work day/Friday
Jealousy - Watching your friends leave work at 5.30 when their working hours are till 6 pm
Portable - Small, tiny, puny; too small for comfortable work
Squint - The result of the concept portability
Awkward silence - The silence over the phone as the receptionist puts you on hold but does not know how to turn on the music
Editor - The poor fella who has to correct the mistakes of the idiot before him on a gigantous Excel sheet.
Waiting - The state of watching several icons on your mac bouncing happily away while you wonder if the machine is going to crash
Wide screens - The best inventions ever. Prevents the colleagues behind you from noticing that you're spending a bit too much time on MSN. Of course, you must not be the one with the wide screen(s).
Cooling-off period - The time between getting a cup of water from the hot water flask and actually drinking it. Duration varies depending on tongue tolerance.
Casual dressing - Treating the office like your own home
Half flush - Uses half the amount of water and does half the job of a full flush. Needs to be executed twice to complete the job.
Jelly Chills - Name of a shipping company that does not sell bubble tea.
Anticipation - The yearn for lunch/end of the work day/Friday
Jealousy - Watching your friends leave work at 5.30 when their working hours are till 6 pm
Portable - Small, tiny, puny; too small for comfortable work
Squint - The result of the concept portability
Monday, July 07, 2008
The agonies of modern society
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If anyone opened my head, he'll see a brain crawling out gasping for breath.
O-oh I so need to be in the presence of innocent stupidity. Like now
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Two things happened in succession today. First I exploded. Then I imploded. Reason: Erratic internet connection.
This is the year two thousand and eight.
Whatever happened to worrying about the weather? Oh, those who did worry became fair-weather friends; very practically worrying about the weather. And there's the verb weather but the context in which it was used never seemed to imply that the people involved ever got flustered over the weather.
Knowing how internet works as my meagre knowledge goes, our sanity are comfortably in the hands of a handful of people(!) Oh look, there goes my blood pressure. Again.
What happened to the weather again?
If anyone opened my head, he'll see a brain crawling out gasping for breath.
O-oh I so need to be in the presence of innocent stupidity. Like now
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Two things happened in succession today. First I exploded. Then I imploded. Reason: Erratic internet connection.
This is the year two thousand and eight.
Whatever happened to worrying about the weather? Oh, those who did worry became fair-weather friends; very practically worrying about the weather. And there's the verb weather but the context in which it was used never seemed to imply that the people involved ever got flustered over the weather.
Knowing how internet works as my meagre knowledge goes, our sanity are comfortably in the hands of a handful of people(!) Oh look, there goes my blood pressure. Again.
What happened to the weather again?
Sunday, June 29, 2008
End of the game and Jeffrey Archer
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I spend 80% of my time outside (lunch breaks not included) exclusively with guys but my traffic light is still evergreen. Something is wrong somewhere.
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Finally finished the book. Haha don't feel much actually. I thought I would know more about the tricks men used. But looking at the stuff written, it didn't seem very applicable in Singapore. Seriously, some of the negs would have earned the fella a slap from me. And women in Singapore are not that fuckable ya know.
Towards the end, the book got quite a bit boring. It was just one woman after the other. Same tricks, different bar. Funny there weren't stories about failed attempts towards the end. And Neil Strauss always seemed to be such an understanding person. Mature, logical, charming. Exactly how I would write myself.
Oh. And I hate Tyler Durden. Zero respect for him and his zero respect for women.
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Some time ago, I was wondering why Jeffrey Archer named his book Kane and Abel when the two first names were Kane and Rovnowski. Initially I thought it was just because the name wasn't catchy. Only recently (yeah, I know a bit slow) that I realised it was from the Bible story of Cain and Abel.
Frankly speaking, the only talent I felt that Archer showed in Kane and Abel was writing style. In Shall We Tell the President, the plot was even worst - normal, predictable and lacked ingenuity. It probably could charm a secondary school kid. But more work will be needed when the kid grows five years older.
But these are just comments after reading his series on Kane and Abel. I thought The Prodigal Daughter was good; when I read it in secondary school.
I spend 80% of my time outside (lunch breaks not included) exclusively with guys but my traffic light is still evergreen. Something is wrong somewhere.
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Finally finished the book. Haha don't feel much actually. I thought I would know more about the tricks men used. But looking at the stuff written, it didn't seem very applicable in Singapore. Seriously, some of the negs would have earned the fella a slap from me. And women in Singapore are not that fuckable ya know.
Towards the end, the book got quite a bit boring. It was just one woman after the other. Same tricks, different bar. Funny there weren't stories about failed attempts towards the end. And Neil Strauss always seemed to be such an understanding person. Mature, logical, charming. Exactly how I would write myself.
Oh. And I hate Tyler Durden. Zero respect for him and his zero respect for women.
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Some time ago, I was wondering why Jeffrey Archer named his book Kane and Abel when the two first names were Kane and Rovnowski. Initially I thought it was just because the name wasn't catchy. Only recently (yeah, I know a bit slow) that I realised it was from the Bible story of Cain and Abel.
Frankly speaking, the only talent I felt that Archer showed in Kane and Abel was writing style. In Shall We Tell the President, the plot was even worst - normal, predictable and lacked ingenuity. It probably could charm a secondary school kid. But more work will be needed when the kid grows five years older.
But these are just comments after reading his series on Kane and Abel. I thought The Prodigal Daughter was good; when I read it in secondary school.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Wanted
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I realise I keep saying yeah right and shit man.
I need new pet phrases.
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I went to watch Wanted today. The effects are so friggin' cool la. The trailers didn't disappoint. But I was cringing in my seat like most of the time. The graphics were er.. really graphic.
Angelina Jolie rocks as the seductive (slutty) Fox, and the guy playing Sloan keeps reminding me of Nelson Mendela. My morbid dreams had the character and style of Fox as well, but I used the sword more often than the gun.
I never knew binary code was around since a thousand years ago, but I'm not very surprised even if it was.
Still can't understand how they could decode the piece of cloth in such a short time. And how did they know which was the right way up arh?
Cynical humour was in all the right places. Rocks.
They got the healing liquid I so often had in my morbid imaginations. But I wasn't that creative with the names, and my healing liquid worked by accelerating cell regeneration.
The ending sucks.
I realise I keep saying yeah right and shit man.
I need new pet phrases.
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I went to watch Wanted today. The effects are so friggin' cool la. The trailers didn't disappoint. But I was cringing in my seat like most of the time. The graphics were er.. really graphic.
Angelina Jolie rocks as the seductive (slutty) Fox, and the guy playing Sloan keeps reminding me of Nelson Mendela. My morbid dreams had the character and style of Fox as well, but I used the sword more often than the gun.
I never knew binary code was around since a thousand years ago, but I'm not very surprised even if it was.
Still can't understand how they could decode the piece of cloth in such a short time. And how did they know which was the right way up arh?
Cynical humour was in all the right places. Rocks.
They got the healing liquid I so often had in my morbid imaginations. But I wasn't that creative with the names, and my healing liquid worked by accelerating cell regeneration.
The ending sucks.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
My Rag Experience
Since we're on the topic of hall anyway, might as well blog about this speech that I daydreamed up while lying awake on my bed thinking about SECC.
I kinda daydreamed this scenario (many scenarios, actually) where I was asked to tell the freshies about my rag experience, and motivate them to join rag.
Haha not that I expect it to happen in real life anyway, but no harm dreaming about it.
So here goes:
"I was a rag dancer in my freshie year. I was a SECC camper too, and I had put down my name for rag after the camp. After watching the video for Midway Fair, I thought, 'Why not?'
We first began evening practices from 7 to 10, then later on from 10 to 10. During that time, we had a lot of fun doing stupid things in between practices. Like there was once we tricked Janice, the then Dance I/C, into starting practice half an hour later after our lunch break, and another time the whole bunch of us had a really rubbish conversation on what was the best way to shit.
Eventually Rag Day came. And we performed the fantasy of Daily Express.
That year, we lost.
Standing on the grass patch together with the shearites, we listened in silence as the announcer read out KR's name over and over again. Many tears fell as we could not hide our disappointment, and all of us left wanting to be champions the following year.
Second year, I was a SWOC. I wore my black attire emblazoned with the hall crest and stood on chairs with 11 other SWOCs and led the hall in cheers. That year Rag was at the Padang, and we were standing at a grass patch near the stage.
When our hall's performance came on, the sea of orange went mad. We cheered, we did the moves together, we 'pumped' the heart together. At that time, the stage had expanded to the sea of orange and the raggers standing offstage.
When our float moved off, and we quietened down, it felt like Padang was very quiet. Everyone was looking at us.
Actually, that day, basically only the 12 of us could watch the performance. The Shearites at the back were blocked by those in front, and those in front were blocked by us. But they just cheered, and did all the actions together. Everyone was just amazing.
That year, our hall brought home the Chancellor's Shield. It is our pride and a symbol of what our hall can achieve.
Rag is definitely not something that is done in a day or two. It is not easy, and it might not necessarily be fun. But the satisfaction and sense of achievement you get for watching your float drive down the parade is something that no one can deny.
Without that one scale from you, the float would never be complete, without that paint job you helped to do, the float will lack lustre, without that design you offered, the float would never win that shield.
At the very end of it all, every help counts. This is the Rag experience. And I hope you would not turn it away now that it is just right in front of you."
I kinda daydreamed this scenario (many scenarios, actually) where I was asked to tell the freshies about my rag experience, and motivate them to join rag.
Haha not that I expect it to happen in real life anyway, but no harm dreaming about it.
So here goes:
"I was a rag dancer in my freshie year. I was a SECC camper too, and I had put down my name for rag after the camp. After watching the video for Midway Fair, I thought, 'Why not?'
We first began evening practices from 7 to 10, then later on from 10 to 10. During that time, we had a lot of fun doing stupid things in between practices. Like there was once we tricked Janice, the then Dance I/C, into starting practice half an hour later after our lunch break, and another time the whole bunch of us had a really rubbish conversation on what was the best way to shit.
Eventually Rag Day came. And we performed the fantasy of Daily Express.
That year, we lost.
Standing on the grass patch together with the shearites, we listened in silence as the announcer read out KR's name over and over again. Many tears fell as we could not hide our disappointment, and all of us left wanting to be champions the following year.
Second year, I was a SWOC. I wore my black attire emblazoned with the hall crest and stood on chairs with 11 other SWOCs and led the hall in cheers. That year Rag was at the Padang, and we were standing at a grass patch near the stage.
When our hall's performance came on, the sea of orange went mad. We cheered, we did the moves together, we 'pumped' the heart together. At that time, the stage had expanded to the sea of orange and the raggers standing offstage.
When our float moved off, and we quietened down, it felt like Padang was very quiet. Everyone was looking at us.
Actually, that day, basically only the 12 of us could watch the performance. The Shearites at the back were blocked by those in front, and those in front were blocked by us. But they just cheered, and did all the actions together. Everyone was just amazing.
That year, our hall brought home the Chancellor's Shield. It is our pride and a symbol of what our hall can achieve.
Rag is definitely not something that is done in a day or two. It is not easy, and it might not necessarily be fun. But the satisfaction and sense of achievement you get for watching your float drive down the parade is something that no one can deny.
Without that one scale from you, the float would never be complete, without that paint job you helped to do, the float will lack lustre, without that design you offered, the float would never win that shield.
At the very end of it all, every help counts. This is the Rag experience. And I hope you would not turn it away now that it is just right in front of you."
Monday, June 23, 2008
Breaking away
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The men can't get it: Don't you think it's amazing how women can walk about doing their daily business as though there is nothing wrong in the world even though they are dripping blood uncomfortably into their panties??
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Someone once told me "So, you're the kind who can't stop moving". I never realised that about myself, but when he said it, it jolted me.
Quite true arh.
I had begun my second year of hall feeling drained. I even talked to papaya how tired I was, and how suddenly I understood why back then in jc they felt that they were part-time students, full-time njps employees.
Throughout the second year, I yearned the elusive state of rest.
But then again, during the december holidays, I alternated between netball trainings in the day and Chingay practices at night. I'll wake up at 6 am, and collapsed into bed at 2 am. But I didn't feel tired. I only felt sleepy. (Sleepiness is easily combated with a rush of adrenaline. Tiredness halts that adrenaline.)
I guess I didn't need rest. I needed a break. From hall.
hm.. at this point, my post seems to be steering towards my decision to not stay in hall.. it's not intended, but since we're here, let 's just carry on.
I began my second year slowly recovering from a decimated self-esteem. It was debilitating, and there was no one to help me with it. And a lot of people to disrupt the process.
I am passionate about hall. I love hall. I love Block C, and I love the C-Towners. I get upset at phantoms, feel disappointed in people not willing to participate when they were very able to do so, and envy others who could go for events like DnD and all the dressed-up dinners without having to worry anything about their clothes or their pockets.
But at the same time, I felt that I could not stay on for a third year.
Just before this year's SECC, I lay awake on my bed at night thinking of the cheers that I knew, doing the stupid things we did, from freshie to councillor to senior, from bimbota gray to "backstage crew" to audience. How we've grown and changed and became immersed in a culture found nowhere else.
I love hall, and I always will. This is two years of my life I'll choose if given a chance to start over. But I feel that I'll have the courage to return only when I have become very sure of myself, and won't falter when I face the people who broke it down in the first place. It's not that I want to become the old me, someone who liked being angry and had no ears for anyone but herself.
But I want to regain and ascertain my confidence and be the person who is not afraid to be who she is.
Until then, hall life will continue being a fond memory I am proud of.
The men can't get it: Don't you think it's amazing how women can walk about doing their daily business as though there is nothing wrong in the world even though they are dripping blood uncomfortably into their panties??
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Someone once told me "So, you're the kind who can't stop moving". I never realised that about myself, but when he said it, it jolted me.
Quite true arh.
I had begun my second year of hall feeling drained. I even talked to papaya how tired I was, and how suddenly I understood why back then in jc they felt that they were part-time students, full-time njps employees.
Throughout the second year, I yearned the elusive state of rest.
But then again, during the december holidays, I alternated between netball trainings in the day and Chingay practices at night. I'll wake up at 6 am, and collapsed into bed at 2 am. But I didn't feel tired. I only felt sleepy. (Sleepiness is easily combated with a rush of adrenaline. Tiredness halts that adrenaline.)
I guess I didn't need rest. I needed a break. From hall.
hm.. at this point, my post seems to be steering towards my decision to not stay in hall.. it's not intended, but since we're here, let 's just carry on.
I began my second year slowly recovering from a decimated self-esteem. It was debilitating, and there was no one to help me with it. And a lot of people to disrupt the process.
I am passionate about hall. I love hall. I love Block C, and I love the C-Towners. I get upset at phantoms, feel disappointed in people not willing to participate when they were very able to do so, and envy others who could go for events like DnD and all the dressed-up dinners without having to worry anything about their clothes or their pockets.
But at the same time, I felt that I could not stay on for a third year.
Just before this year's SECC, I lay awake on my bed at night thinking of the cheers that I knew, doing the stupid things we did, from freshie to councillor to senior, from bimbota gray to "backstage crew" to audience. How we've grown and changed and became immersed in a culture found nowhere else.
I love hall, and I always will. This is two years of my life I'll choose if given a chance to start over. But I feel that I'll have the courage to return only when I have become very sure of myself, and won't falter when I face the people who broke it down in the first place. It's not that I want to become the old me, someone who liked being angry and had no ears for anyone but herself.
But I want to regain and ascertain my confidence and be the person who is not afraid to be who she is.
Until then, hall life will continue being a fond memory I am proud of.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Praise be to God
Noticing that my special sem would end soon (it just ended today), I started looking out for internships about two weeks ago. Slightly more than one week ago, internships which began after June 20 started coming in. I happily applied.
My first application went in on 12 June (last week Thursday), and a couple more until 17 June (Tuesday). All the while, I was planning in my head for times when they called, and the possible scenarios that would occur. Shouldn't have planned. Up till yesterday, no one called.
From Monday till Wednesday, I kept praying for God to get me an internship, with really good pay. I told him I needed the money for exchange and I don't want a $400 internship. Really good pay. Like $750.
This morning, just after my exam, I got a call to go down for an interview. I nearly leapt for joy. Dropped by AMK Hub along the way to get a new pair of shoes. Went back, did more research on the company, got my things ready, dressed up and headed out.
The place was at Upper Thomson, like really near my place. Went in, and heard music playing while people in casual clothes walked around barefooted. Oooh.. I felt reaaaaally over-dressed.
When the "interview" formally started, I was pretty much told what I would be doing. Not questions normal interviews typically have. Immediately flashed back to my very first job "interview" where my mum's friend told me what I would be doing in the same manner too.
I think I asked the first question about the company, and her first real question to me was "So, when can I see you?" This was surreal.
When I asked how much my remuneration would be, she said "because this is an internship..."
I thought, "Oh oh. Not $400 please!"
and she wrote down the amount.
My eyeballs dropped out and rolled onto the table.
"Wow! That's really high!" I managed in a suppressed, excited, bewildered whisper.
"Yes, because we treat it as a real job, with real responsibilities."
"O...ok, if I were hired, I'll make sure I'm worth every cent." I could barely make out the words. (At that time, she hadn't asked her "so, when can I see you" question, so I wasn't entirely sure if I got it.
At that point in time, just like it is now, my head was just going "Hallelujah, hallelujah. Praise be to God, praise be to God!!!"
This is surreal.
My first application went in on 12 June (last week Thursday), and a couple more until 17 June (Tuesday). All the while, I was planning in my head for times when they called, and the possible scenarios that would occur. Shouldn't have planned. Up till yesterday, no one called.
From Monday till Wednesday, I kept praying for God to get me an internship, with really good pay. I told him I needed the money for exchange and I don't want a $400 internship. Really good pay. Like $750.
This morning, just after my exam, I got a call to go down for an interview. I nearly leapt for joy. Dropped by AMK Hub along the way to get a new pair of shoes. Went back, did more research on the company, got my things ready, dressed up and headed out.
The place was at Upper Thomson, like really near my place. Went in, and heard music playing while people in casual clothes walked around barefooted. Oooh.. I felt reaaaaally over-dressed.
When the "interview" formally started, I was pretty much told what I would be doing. Not questions normal interviews typically have. Immediately flashed back to my very first job "interview" where my mum's friend told me what I would be doing in the same manner too.
I think I asked the first question about the company, and her first real question to me was "So, when can I see you?" This was surreal.
When I asked how much my remuneration would be, she said "because this is an internship..."
I thought, "Oh oh. Not $400 please!"
and she wrote down the amount.
My eyeballs dropped out and rolled onto the table.
"Wow! That's really high!" I managed in a suppressed, excited, bewildered whisper.
"Yes, because we treat it as a real job, with real responsibilities."
"O...ok, if I were hired, I'll make sure I'm worth every cent." I could barely make out the words. (At that time, she hadn't asked her "so, when can I see you" question, so I wasn't entirely sure if I got it.
At that point in time, just like it is now, my head was just going "Hallelujah, hallelujah. Praise be to God, praise be to God!!!"
This is surreal.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
All thanks to her
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With all the media attention that was on Clinton and Obama, I have pretty much forgotten how McCain looks like
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The team project requirement for NM 2220 was to create an e-newsletter. My group had six girls. None of us knew any shit about e-newsletter.
The lecturer explained to us really clearly what she wanted, the hyperlinks and what not. But by the third week, I was still quite apprehensive about the whole web business. No one knew anything la! Even I couldn't save the day, how could I ask someone else to do it and be there to kio sai if anything goes wrong?? What if something goes wrong???
I could take care of the photoshop bit, that's for sure (duh). But definitely absolutely completely totally surely not the html monster.
Then she said. "I'll do it."
"You sure or not?"
"Yeah. Should be ok."
Should be ok??
"Really arh?"
"Yup."
Today, after much refining and detailing (like doing word-rag like that), we handed up our e-newsletter. Originally felt quite cheated after the lecture cos we were asked to submit a zip file, which I felt totally defeated the purpose of asking us to do an online newsletter. Argh!
Anyway, the link is here. http://www.makani-news.blogspot.com/ It's definitely not any award-winning website, and not much to speak of. It's a writing module by the way. But I'm very, very proud of it.
And this is the lady who made it all possible.
She totally rocks la!
p/s hehe just realised the photo is not very flattering of her.. but that's the only one i have leh.. Just know that she's incredibly nice and amazing
With all the media attention that was on Clinton and Obama, I have pretty much forgotten how McCain looks like
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The team project requirement for NM 2220 was to create an e-newsletter. My group had six girls. None of us knew any shit about e-newsletter.
The lecturer explained to us really clearly what she wanted, the hyperlinks and what not. But by the third week, I was still quite apprehensive about the whole web business. No one knew anything la! Even I couldn't save the day, how could I ask someone else to do it and be there to kio sai if anything goes wrong?? What if something goes wrong???
I could take care of the photoshop bit, that's for sure (duh). But definitely absolutely completely totally surely not the html monster.
Then she said. "I'll do it."
"You sure or not?"
"Yeah. Should be ok."
Should be ok??
"Really arh?"
"Yup."
Today, after much refining and detailing (like doing word-rag like that), we handed up our e-newsletter. Originally felt quite cheated after the lecture cos we were asked to submit a zip file, which I felt totally defeated the purpose of asking us to do an online newsletter. Argh!
Anyway, the link is here. http://www.makani-news.blogspot.com/ It's definitely not any award-winning website, and not much to speak of. It's a writing module by the way. But I'm very, very proud of it.
And this is the lady who made it all possible.
She totally rocks la!
p/s hehe just realised the photo is not very flattering of her.. but that's the only one i have leh.. Just know that she's incredibly nice and amazing
Monday, June 09, 2008
Go cum elsewhere, loser!
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Don't you think the media is hinting at something with the repeated reports of disrupted rescue efforts in Sichuan?
Is it just me or are the problems seem to be mostly weather-related?
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Dear all lonely male strangers out there, please leave me alone when you see me. If I'm alone, I obviously want to be alone (duh!). If I'm with someone else, then I've got company already. So buzz off!
Stop asking for my number, stop stealing my contact information from some lucky draw ticket I filled out, stop getting my number on the pretext of some other business-related shit, stop sitting so close to me on the bus, stop asking stupid questions, and STOP PRETENDING TO INNOCENTLY TOUCH ME, ASSHOLE!
Fucking hum sup lo.
Don't you think the media is hinting at something with the repeated reports of disrupted rescue efforts in Sichuan?
Is it just me or are the problems seem to be mostly weather-related?
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Dear all lonely male strangers out there, please leave me alone when you see me. If I'm alone, I obviously want to be alone (duh!). If I'm with someone else, then I've got company already. So buzz off!
Stop asking for my number, stop stealing my contact information from some lucky draw ticket I filled out, stop getting my number on the pretext of some other business-related shit, stop sitting so close to me on the bus, stop asking stupid questions, and STOP PRETENDING TO INNOCENTLY TOUCH ME, ASSHOLE!
Fucking hum sup lo.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
The Game
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Makeup - the mysteries of left and right continue to baffle me
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I bought Neil Strauss' The Game. When I was first introduced the book, I was filled with curiousity on what sort of pickup tricks words could possibly impart. I immediately wanted to have the book. But alas, the libraries only had CDs of it, and they were mostly on loan. Looks like I'm not the only curious person around huh.
So I resorted to buying it. When I first found the book at Kinokuniya, I was apprehensive. Instead of just grabbing it off the shelf and heading for the cashier, I hung around the aisles, randomly choosing books I was mildly interested in.
To prove my point, I took out the book to read at every opportunity throughout the day. I'll fish the kinokuniya carrier out of my bag, take out the book, open it and read it while holding on to the carrier. Some people did look. In my direction at least. But hm.. I actually like the attention :)
The first few pages brought both revelations and agreements. Revelation in that bringing a woman's self-esteem down and not showing interest was actually a bait to get her hooked, and agreement that amateurs display their fishing rods and hooks immediately, while the pro would hunt steathily.
There was another surprise as well. That pick-ups should be done on girls in a group. Funny I always got pick-ups when I'm alone, and from people hopeless at hiding their fishing rods. Haha maybe I shouldn't be the one reading this book after all.
Makeup - the mysteries of left and right continue to baffle me
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I bought Neil Strauss' The Game. When I was first introduced the book, I was filled with curiousity on what sort of pickup tricks words could possibly impart. I immediately wanted to have the book. But alas, the libraries only had CDs of it, and they were mostly on loan. Looks like I'm not the only curious person around huh.
So I resorted to buying it. When I first found the book at Kinokuniya, I was apprehensive. Instead of just grabbing it off the shelf and heading for the cashier, I hung around the aisles, randomly choosing books I was mildly interested in.
The Game was a man's book, or so I thought. Why on earth would a woman want it??
In the end, I reminded myself (the same way I always did when I felt people might look at me with a funny eye) that I was just as random a stranger as any other patron in the shop. And if I were to read a man's book, then I'll read a man's book. What the hell.
To prove my point, I took out the book to read at every opportunity throughout the day. I'll fish the kinokuniya carrier out of my bag, take out the book, open it and read it while holding on to the carrier. Some people did look. In my direction at least. But hm.. I actually like the attention :)
The first few pages brought both revelations and agreements. Revelation in that bringing a woman's self-esteem down and not showing interest was actually a bait to get her hooked, and agreement that amateurs display their fishing rods and hooks immediately, while the pro would hunt steathily.
There was another surprise as well. That pick-ups should be done on girls in a group. Funny I always got pick-ups when I'm alone, and from people hopeless at hiding their fishing rods. Haha maybe I shouldn't be the one reading this book after all.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
I (finally) dyed my hair!
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Hey, I didn't know Pomegranate Ruby had caffeine!
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Can you see the difference?
Hey, I didn't know Pomegranate Ruby had caffeine!
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Can you see the difference?
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