Tuesday, August 31, 2004
An unexpected x-rated surprise
ªxpotissimus: hey!!!!
ªxpotissimus: i got a email tot was from u
myself: huh?
ªxpotissimus: weeeeeeeling@xmail.com
ªxpotissimus: subject title: Take out your BIG shaft!
ªxpotissimus: piangz
ªxpotissimus: shocked
myself: ?????!
myself: bleah
ªxpotissimus: ya lah
ªxpotissimus: i saw ur name
ªxpotissimus: so i blur abit
myself: bleah eeewww
myself: now u know my moonlightin job *insert msn blushing smiley :$ *
ªxpotissimus: ....
ªxpotissimus: YUCKS
myself: bleah eew
myself: now im officially associated wit porn
ªxpotissimus: mayb i should reply rite
myself: haha... dont need to
myself: u ve already spoken to me
ªxpotissimus: *insert msn shocked smiley : *
myself: haha
...
ªxpotissimus: normally is those ang mo names
ªxpotissimus: now got chinese names as well
ªxpotissimus: hmmm
myself: hahaaa...
ªxpotissimus: hey!!!!
ªxpotissimus: i got a email tot was from u
myself: huh?
ªxpotissimus: weeeeeeeling@xmail.com
ªxpotissimus: subject title: Take out your BIG shaft!
ªxpotissimus: piangz
ªxpotissimus: shocked
myself: ?????!
myself: bleah
ªxpotissimus: ya lah
ªxpotissimus: i saw ur name
ªxpotissimus: so i blur abit
myself: bleah eeewww
myself: now u know my moonlightin job *insert msn blushing smiley :$ *
ªxpotissimus: ....
ªxpotissimus: YUCKS
myself: bleah eew
myself: now im officially associated wit porn
ªxpotissimus: mayb i should reply rite
myself: haha... dont need to
myself: u ve already spoken to me
ªxpotissimus: *insert msn shocked smiley : *
myself: haha
...
ªxpotissimus: normally is those ang mo names
ªxpotissimus: now got chinese names as well
ªxpotissimus: hmmm
myself: hahaaa...
Monday, August 30, 2004
Sudden cardiac arrhythmia. It's official, finally, after so many months. Some friends view it as a conclusive closure, I don't know what to think of it. There might as well have been no explanation because the unexpected nature of the event is the key point in the definition of such a cause of death. We can blame no one and we can't fall back on logic either. All the questions left unanswered will always remain unanswered, point it to fate or force majeure or God works in mysterious ways; whatever that best consoles yourself when you are in grief and stumped. I dreamt of him last night. That which has happened to him has already weakened me as much.
One more reason why I would Not hire a maid to take care of my kids in future.
On my way home from mom's this afternoon, I was on the bus and saw a maid with two little girls, one about three/four years old and the other five/six. The older kid plonked onto a separate seat a little distance away, the maid didn't really care. Not my child, I'm just a paid helper.
The younger kid sat with the maid and she tried to tell the maid something. The maid wasn't interested to hear what she had to say, so she brushed her off with a condescending reply. The younger one got bored and started climbing standing fidgeting on the seat. It did not matter if the kid would fall or if she be told to sit properly. Not my child, I don't give a damn.
If the children were with their mother, I'm sure she wouldn't have been half as bored as the maid, nor would she have paid as little attention to her kids. Everyone knows taking care of children isn't just about feeding them or giving them toys. Little lives growing up, parents have no choice but to be responsible for guiding them, making sure they are cared for, loved and nurtured to the best of the parents' means.
I want to be a good mom, these are my kids we are talking about here. So well, to put it simply, I don't want them to be left in the hands of some maid. Some paid employee who is not concerned how they turn out. Not my child, I don't care what you do, just don't bother me too much.
Afterthought: God knows where this sudden spate of maternal instinct has sprung out from.
On my way home from mom's this afternoon, I was on the bus and saw a maid with two little girls, one about three/four years old and the other five/six. The older kid plonked onto a separate seat a little distance away, the maid didn't really care. Not my child, I'm just a paid helper.
The younger kid sat with the maid and she tried to tell the maid something. The maid wasn't interested to hear what she had to say, so she brushed her off with a condescending reply. The younger one got bored and started climbing standing fidgeting on the seat. It did not matter if the kid would fall or if she be told to sit properly. Not my child, I don't give a damn.
If the children were with their mother, I'm sure she wouldn't have been half as bored as the maid, nor would she have paid as little attention to her kids. Everyone knows taking care of children isn't just about feeding them or giving them toys. Little lives growing up, parents have no choice but to be responsible for guiding them, making sure they are cared for, loved and nurtured to the best of the parents' means.
I want to be a good mom, these are my kids we are talking about here. So well, to put it simply, I don't want them to be left in the hands of some maid. Some paid employee who is not concerned how they turn out. Not my child, I don't care what you do, just don't bother me too much.
Afterthought: God knows where this sudden spate of maternal instinct has sprung out from.
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Good to hear from you
Previous status: Missing, missed you
Current status: Found, albeit remains uncontactable
Action: Will keep mobile close at hand
Note: Glad you are awight, man I do actually like hearing your voice even if you are just talking crap hah
Previous status: Missing, missed you
Current status: Found, albeit remains uncontactable
Action: Will keep mobile close at hand
Note: Glad you are awight, man I do actually like hearing your voice even if you are just talking crap hah
Friday, August 27, 2004
Am I? I am supposed to be a typical democrat; I don't exactly think much of Kerry even though I figure he'll prolly win the elections. If I am a qualified voter, would I be a republican or a democrat? I think Dawn would be proud of me for harboring the tiniest of such thoughts beyond class time as innate knowledge can bring me no further. Maybe not so proud, well after all.
I'd missed class last week and attended my first American studies seminar this morning, punctuated by the usual nine o'clock tardiness, where almost everyone appears to be eager (notwithstanding punctual) experts well-versed in said issues. Interest most likely can sustain my attentiveness but I'll definitely need hard work to excel. I'm aiming to ace the module, bold dreams once in a while can certainly do no harm.
I'd missed class last week and attended my first American studies seminar this morning, punctuated by the usual nine o'clock tardiness, where almost everyone appears to be eager (notwithstanding punctual) experts well-versed in said issues. Interest most likely can sustain my attentiveness but I'll definitely need hard work to excel. I'm aiming to ace the module, bold dreams once in a while can certainly do no harm.
From The Asian Wall Street Journal:
Mr. Kim, 62, inherited his post from his father, Kim Il Sung, following the death of North Korea's founder in 1994 in the first succession by bloodline in a communist nation. Now, intelligence officials believe that one of Kim Jong Il's three sons - including two whose mother was Ms. Ko - have a chance to succeed him.
According to the constitution, as amended in 1965, Singapore is a republic with a parliamentary system of government. Meritocracy and democracy are our catch phrases, yet brief encounters with Chinese nationals recently led to questions to the tune of "Is Singapore like North Korea?", "The Lee guy passed on the prime ministership to his son, right?" I guess it is disheartening to see that Goh Chok Tong's fourteen years didn't seem to make an impression in the minds of some mainlanders and even locals alike. Rumors have been rife that Goh's term only serves as a detractor to dispel the common belief that senior Lee has already made up his mind for junior Lee to succeed him years ago. So it seems things didn't exactly turn out as ideally as senior Lee had wanted to.
Mr. Kim, 62, inherited his post from his father, Kim Il Sung, following the death of North Korea's founder in 1994 in the first succession by bloodline in a communist nation. Now, intelligence officials believe that one of Kim Jong Il's three sons - including two whose mother was Ms. Ko - have a chance to succeed him.
According to the constitution, as amended in 1965, Singapore is a republic with a parliamentary system of government. Meritocracy and democracy are our catch phrases, yet brief encounters with Chinese nationals recently led to questions to the tune of "Is Singapore like North Korea?", "The Lee guy passed on the prime ministership to his son, right?" I guess it is disheartening to see that Goh Chok Tong's fourteen years didn't seem to make an impression in the minds of some mainlanders and even locals alike. Rumors have been rife that Goh's term only serves as a detractor to dispel the common belief that senior Lee has already made up his mind for junior Lee to succeed him years ago. So it seems things didn't exactly turn out as ideally as senior Lee had wanted to.
I so dig the PLA.
They are not supposed to wave or pose for photos. Here's a sneaky snapshot seemingly posed for and a cheeky one did wave back at us from amid a group of marching troops near Tiananmen square. If you happen to see a one-armed soldier there in future, no doubt that's the one who had risked it all and waved.
They are not supposed to wave or pose for photos. Here's a sneaky snapshot seemingly posed for and a cheeky one did wave back at us from amid a group of marching troops near Tiananmen square. If you happen to see a one-armed soldier there in future, no doubt that's the one who had risked it all and waved.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Some spare time before boarding, so I am here at one of the airport's free internet terminals and this, has got to be the best invention since Yahoo web messenger and ICQ2Go.
Update: Just realized the official version is now available as well.
Update: Just realized the official version is now available as well.
I've got a plane to catch in less than 24 hours; two classes to attend tomorrow which will take me out of the house all day until evening, just in time for dinner and a shower. The midst of a shelving upheaval has left my room in a mess that does not seem likely to be spruced up by tomorrow morning. In simple translated terms, the bare minimum I must do is to (start on and) complete my packing by tonight. I am tired, and barely looking forward to a conference held in peking's scorching summer heat.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Seminar one - "It's a free world" concept, theorized by Dr. L (professor of a life sciences module I am taking this new term)
What you don't have, you can just admire at others who have it. No gorgeous boyfriend/ girlfriend, no worries. Admire those people who are blessed with such fancy arm accessories. Got a son who wants a puppy? Hand him a How to Take Care of your Pet Dog comic book where the burden of everyday responsibilities is but solemnly highlighted. And the same rule will apply. No pet dog, no worries. Go to the park and gawk at pet owners with their pedigrees.
What you don't have, you can just admire at others who have it. No gorgeous boyfriend/ girlfriend, no worries. Admire those people who are blessed with such fancy arm accessories. Got a son who wants a puppy? Hand him a How to Take Care of your Pet Dog comic book where the burden of everyday responsibilities is but solemnly highlighted. And the same rule will apply. No pet dog, no worries. Go to the park and gawk at pet owners with their pedigrees.
Youth activism in singapore, exploring possibilities
Because we don't care and it doesn't matter. Because this doesn't show on the report card. Or testimonial. Because what's there to talk about. Because issues are best left to the politicians and people who aren't satisfied to mind their own businesses. Because college admissions are not dependent on it. Because we are young we should get our priorities right, grades will make and break us. Because we have morphed into the sweet young things our government love, to be seen not heard (at least not in wildly opposing views anyway). Because the boyfriend doesn't like it. Because we shouldn't spend time doing things that don't contribute to career advancements or networking opportunities. Because parents say so, don't jeopardize your (future) Hdb applications or be the stupid, gungho one. Because we shouldn't waste our youth on irrelevant, useless things. Because oppression of views don't hurt when we don't have any of our own to begin with. Because young people should chase the Five Cs (or whatever the swanky new standard is), not dreams. Because banging your head on the wall will only lead to self-induced bloodshed. Because our world is limited to campus grounds, orchard road and a couple of cinemas. Because time can be better spent re-writing our resumes. Because conversations about fast cars we are going to buy in future and the pretty wife that comes along (attracted to a free chauffeur that provides occasional love) won't land you in trouble. They only make you part of the successful crowd.
Because we don't care and it doesn't matter. Because this doesn't show on the report card. Or testimonial. Because what's there to talk about. Because issues are best left to the politicians and people who aren't satisfied to mind their own businesses. Because college admissions are not dependent on it. Because we are young we should get our priorities right, grades will make and break us. Because we have morphed into the sweet young things our government love, to be seen not heard (at least not in wildly opposing views anyway). Because the boyfriend doesn't like it. Because we shouldn't spend time doing things that don't contribute to career advancements or networking opportunities. Because parents say so, don't jeopardize your (future) Hdb applications or be the stupid, gungho one. Because we shouldn't waste our youth on irrelevant, useless things. Because oppression of views don't hurt when we don't have any of our own to begin with. Because young people should chase the Five Cs (or whatever the swanky new standard is), not dreams. Because banging your head on the wall will only lead to self-induced bloodshed. Because our world is limited to campus grounds, orchard road and a couple of cinemas. Because time can be better spent re-writing our resumes. Because conversations about fast cars we are going to buy in future and the pretty wife that comes along (attracted to a free chauffeur that provides occasional love) won't land you in trouble. They only make you part of the successful crowd.
Monday, August 09, 2004
Consumerism beckons
I seldom shop for jewellery (Indian bangles notwithstanding) but this one really caught my eye in the papers the other day. A mess of trinkets, I guess indeed I don't have much style. I went to check how much it would cost, dang it wasn't even listed. Now I really want this, a treat for myself someday when I rise above deficits.
I seldom shop for jewellery (Indian bangles notwithstanding) but this one really caught my eye in the papers the other day. A mess of trinkets, I guess indeed I don't have much style. I went to check how much it would cost, dang it wasn't even listed. Now I really want this, a treat for myself someday when I rise above deficits.
Last week I was at two different dining venues and have now finally understood why good service and singapore aren't exactly synonymous. And won't ever be. Both occasions were equally marred by pesky eager-to-please overly-attentive waiters and waitresses who refused to leave my friends and I alone. I know you mean well but hasn't it struck you that a pleasant dining experience can't possibly consist of conversation interruptions every five minutes under the phony cover of tending to the customer's every need? When we need your assistance we hope you would be nearby and maybe it wouldn't hurt for you to come by once in a while checking if we are doing good anot. It hurts alright when you keep coming back again and again and again to pressure us into ordering food/drinks even when we have made it clear that it'll prolly be better for you to do so at a later time. If service standards wish to reach a new high anytime soon, its industry practitioners better be clear that "Give us a couple of seconds more" is never supposed to be interpreted literally, at least.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
How so?
how do you know if he is the one? how do you know if this one you give up is the right choice to make? how do you know if the one who walks past you at the interchange is the one made for you? how do you know that this one is just a friend or that he can possibly be more? how do you know that you should persist and this one will blossom into something good? how do you know that it is time to give up and remain friends because it is for the best? how do you know if maybe that someday just wont turn up.. you are being too hopeful for your own good for now?
J said I'm screwing her mind tonight, as such, her nonchalant reply, i don't know, so i'm giving up.
how do you know if he is the one? how do you know if this one you give up is the right choice to make? how do you know if the one who walks past you at the interchange is the one made for you? how do you know that this one is just a friend or that he can possibly be more? how do you know that you should persist and this one will blossom into something good? how do you know that it is time to give up and remain friends because it is for the best? how do you know if maybe that someday just wont turn up.. you are being too hopeful for your own good for now?
J said I'm screwing her mind tonight, as such, her nonchalant reply, i don't know, so i'm giving up.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I am off the unemployment stats finally, now nearing the end of the vacation. As with all good things, last week's stint at an office situated near a favorable stretch of watering holes had to come to an end. This week I indulge in the pains and weariness of logistics call center reality amid industrial parks. An experience all the same, I am learning to whine less and appreciate more.
Realization 1. Temp jobs are a start to self-discovery and character developments.
Eg. For the first time in my life, I learn to relish the joys of dining alone. Because I can't escape from it, I have to face it. And it didn't turn out half as bad. To the contrary, I actually am loving it.
Realization 2. Temp jobs bring out anti-social elements, never thought existed.
Eg. Since I am here for coupla days, I find no need to make friends. Co-workers are people in the office who check on your work progress and whom you can approach for work-related help, if need be. Other than that, talk only when spoken to.
Realization 1. Temp jobs are a start to self-discovery and character developments.
Eg. For the first time in my life, I learn to relish the joys of dining alone. Because I can't escape from it, I have to face it. And it didn't turn out half as bad. To the contrary, I actually am loving it.
Realization 2. Temp jobs bring out anti-social elements, never thought existed.
Eg. Since I am here for coupla days, I find no need to make friends. Co-workers are people in the office who check on your work progress and whom you can approach for work-related help, if need be. Other than that, talk only when spoken to.
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Bang! Bang!
The night before, we were forced to go for a fireworks-viewing that didn't materialize. Like those final glimmer shimmers in the sky, we went our separate ways not long after.
Tonight I chanced upon fireworks from level three of the raffles hotel, so well they were erm nice but certainly breathtaking no more.
How can mere fireworks be that when I had spent those three weeks in June in awe of every single detail every moment every second?
The night before, we were forced to go for a fireworks-viewing that didn't materialize. Like those final glimmer shimmers in the sky, we went our separate ways not long after.
Tonight I chanced upon fireworks from level three of the raffles hotel, so well they were erm nice but certainly breathtaking no more.
How can mere fireworks be that when I had spent those three weeks in June in awe of every single detail every moment every second?
Washroom antics eccentrics
