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Friday, August 29, 2003

 
Base Memo, Courtesy of Kevin


To: All Navy Personnel

It has been brought to our attention that some Navy personnel at Camp Patriot have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their Army counterparts.

Due to complaints received from some Army personnel who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated.

We do however, realize the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with the Army.

Therefore, a list of "TRY SAYING" new phrases has been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner without risk of offending the more sensitive Army types.


TRY SAYING: I'm certain that isn't feasible.
INSTEAD OF: No fucking way.

TRY SAYING: Really?
INSTEAD OF: You've got to be shitting me.

TRY SAYING: Perhaps you should check with...
INSTEAD OF: Tell someone who gives a shit.

TRY SAYING: I'm not involved in the project.
INSTEAD OF: It's not my fucking problem.

TRY SAYING: That's interesting.
INSTEAD OF: What the fuck?

TRY SAYING: I'm not sure this can be implemented.
INSTEAD OF: This shit won't work.

TRY SAYING: I'll try to schedule that.
INSTEAD OF: Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?

TRY SAYING: He's not familiar with the issues.
INSTEAD OF: He's got his head up his ass.

TRY SAYING: Excuse me, sir?
INSTEAD OF: Eat shit and die.

TRY SAYING: So you weren't happy with it?
INSTEAD OF: Kiss my ass.

TRY SAYING: I'm a bit overloaded at the moment.
INSTEAD OF: Get at the end of the fuckin' line.

TRY SAYING: I don't think you understand.
INSTEAD OF: What the fuck's yer problem?

TRY SAYING: I love a challenge.
INSTEAD OF: This shit is fuckin' impossible.

TRY SAYING: You want me to take care of that?
INSTEAD OF: Who the hell died and put you in charge?

TRY SAYING: I see.
INSTEAD OF: Blow me.

TRY SAYING: I think you could use more training.
INSTEAD OF: You don't know what the fuck you're doing.

Thursday, August 28, 2003

 
And you never expect work to get this good. On the job, we drank and drank and drank till we got almost groggy, then we drank again. Vodka Lime, Bourbon Coke, Tequila Pop, Vodka Cranberry, Whiskey and Coke.. freely experimenting while other people got the usual like Orange juice or Sprite. Finally pocketing S$35.00 after 5 hours, the day is over, secretly we release the balloons into the sky in our almost drunken glee.

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

 
How there seems a kind of internal justice for criminals. Is it a different moralistic standard when fellow inmates treat those who commit rape, particularly child rapers, more harshly? Rapers fear the imprisonment, not so much of the term but more of the other prisoners. They knew the wrath they had incurred, the outrage I cannot comprehend. Perhaps Geoghan already knew the end of his days was near when he entered, that to step out unharmed would require more faith than he had ever preached.

 

Tired, I ought to be in bed. Yet, this is heaven at 0222hrs, to see Chris Bishop and hear Nada Surf's Where is My Mind.

Could there be another state of nirvana on earth?



Monday, August 25, 2003

 
Brand new school week no. 2, starting today. Things still look pretty good now. I managed to start on some readings (completed! for a class and embarking on the next), even landed myself with a one-day launch party job at Embassy. Hopefully things would look cheery in the week to come..

* Work on Mitch's (paid, that's the best part) research assignment.
* Work on other (non-paid) examinable curricular research.
* More readings
* Frisbees training/ Badminton game
* Planning - almost everything, projects, my life

Oh darn now the week has lost its initial resplendent glitter.

Sunday, August 24, 2003

 
Your Brain Usage Profile

Auditory : 35%
Visual : 64%
Left : 52%
Right : 47%


You exhibit an even balance between left- and right- hemisphere dominance and a slight preference for visual over auditory processing. With a score this balanced, it is likely that you would have slightly different results each time you complete this self-assessment quiz.

You are a well-rounded person, distinctly individualistic and artistic, an active and multidimensional learner. At the same time, you are logical and disciplined, can operate well within an organization, and are sensitive towards others without losing objectivity. You are organized and goal-directed. Although a "thinking" individual, you "take in" entire situations readily and can act on intuition.

You sometimes tend to vacillate in your learning styles. Learning might take you longer than someone of equal intellect, but you will tend to be more thorough and retain the material longer than those other individuals. You will alternate between logic and impulse. This vacillation will not normally be intentional or deliberate, so you may experience anxiety in situations where you are not certain which aspect of yourself will be called on.

With a slight preference for visual processing, you tend to be encompassing in your perceptions, process along multidimensional paths and be active in your attacking of situations or learning.

Overall, you should feel content with your life and yourself. You are, perhaps, a little too critical of yourself -- and of others -- while maintaining an "openness" which tempers that tendency. Indecisiveness is a problem and your creativity may not be in keeping with your potential. Being a pragmatist, you downplay this aspect of yourself and focus on the more immediate, obvious and the more functional.

Take the test.

Saturday, August 23, 2003

 
Sex and the City. It isn't as provocative as it seemingly sounds under the Singaporean shroud of censorship and media regulations. Amid light hearted portrayal of serious issues and Carrie's rapidfire typing of unanswered questions on her laptop, this hip drama does one thing to reiterate: it's the style that matters not looks. Miranda isn't drop dead gorgeous, neither are plenty of others all the time. And intellect helps. Then again it doesn't hurt to have a good-looker or two sometimes. And that, is where Berger comes in. From experience, I have clearly understood my taste isn't mainstream. So I won't gush over Berger as much as I would have like to. His dark brooding looks reminds me of J, whom I've awfully missed. On another note, I noticed one recurring theme in the serial: After virginity is lost, sex and everything else is about emotions not morals. Even if circumstances and reasonings make it seem a morally-backed explanation, look deeper and you see that it revolves about values as much as Samantha and monogamy.

I treated myself to some more of Season 6's episodes today, trying to make up for a regrettable day. I can't pinpoint exactly what makes me feel so regretful and uncomfortable but I definitely felt like turning back time. And starting all over from yesterday again.

Saturday, August 16, 2003

 
I feel almost out-of-place, going back to school come Monday. I guess it is just denial - all the readings and projects, not to mention that I got to clean up my study desk before all of that. The desk has been lying idle all these months, still stacked with piles of notes and stationery junk from last semester. If I don't do anything about it, I probably won't see much desk or study room left, all cluttered with collegial mess. I feel lethargic knowing that I got lots on my hands already, even before assignments.

And I left the bank yesterday. Thankfully there were not too many people around or I would have really cried. The tears-in-the-eyes sort. I miss the people already. Things would have changed next time I drop by or see them - I am the ex-intern and definitely out-of-place. I can't help reminiscing the past can't bear to leave the place - the good moments, the fun moments, the crazy moments. I have learnt alot these months and without those people it would not have been possible. It was more than a bank, was everything you did not expect a bank to be. My supervisor pointed out aptly that I would miss my colleagues most. Yea, that's true. I would miss the warmth, that atmosphere at TSU, the Friday lunchtime swims, the late night dinners, the movies, the badminton games, the drinking nightouts...

I so dread school. What an irony.

Going to see the guys next Tuesday, yay! Another irony.

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

 
Here I narrate an urban fairy tale. Three men helped me out in my most dire straits. I am so grateful, indebted.

 

She wrote an Apology.

You were stood up at the lobby. It wasn't an empty promise to begin with for I had planned the trip out, even got the address out on a piece of paper, just in case I get lost or if the cab driver does not know the way. I really don't know how you perceive the entire matter, well by now I have enough negative vibes from your non-responsiveness. Sorry. The way things turn out, I never would know how things may happen, if otherwise. Perhaps this is for the better - I like how you like me, though never utterly convinced. Or for the worse, that wispy imaginary future together now dissolves. Into thin air.

Saturday, August 09, 2003

 
Four guys and one girl were having Dimsum and dumplings and noodles at Chinatown - Well deserved pampering for the growling stomach after a hard day's work. Yum!

Sunday, August 03, 2003

 
We are growing a nation of bananas.

Small ones are force-fed with a foreign tongue that their parents are not exactly proficient in. All in the hope of cultivating high-flyers who can afford fast cars, luxury items to boot. Something for the parents to boast of when the kids are all grown up.

I rather these adults speak in perfect mandarin than struggle in artifical tones of broken English. I wish for too much.

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