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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 ;)
Thursday, December 11, 2008
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..
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