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Tuesday, January 30, 2007


Some asshole has been pretending to be an eletrician or some kind of technician on NUS campus and "borrowing" handphones from students by saying that they need to make a short urgent call. He pretends to make a call, then runs away gleefully into the deep blue yonder. We've been categorically ordered by the Police NOT to lend our handphones to ANYONE under ANY circumstances. I can see someone writing to the forum in the near future, saying "Singaporeans, especially university students, are so unhelpful. What ugly Singaporeans we are" Blah blah blah.

Just the other day some doink wrote into the forum saying SMRT should seriously reconsider putting barriers in open platform train stations. But WHY? Cos you people are stupid enough to stand past the yellow line, push their girlfriends and colleagues onto the train tracks, or are silly enough to try to jump into packed commuter trains by "playing chicken" with the sliding doors? What, you can't understand "please stand behind the yellow line" in FOUR fuckin languages?? Please don't make me sick. The fact that SMRT is already considering putting ramps (as recently designed by some fantastic poly students - good thinking guys, you'll make millions from these retards) is a fuckin huge compromise for the promotion of idiocy, if you ask me.

Another one wrote in and said we are "ugly Singaporeans" cos some lady got dragged at Clementi station (is this like the third time already?? Do they ALL stay in Clementi??) after trying a "Matrix" move to try and catch the departing rush hour train. The writer says we should feel pity and sympathy for the person who took it upon herself to be dragged by the train. Look, thousands of people take the fuckin train. Only a handful of idiots make it into the Maximum Exposure hall of fame, or 'Retards - Caught On Film'.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't. ..........KNNBCCB!

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Saturday, January 27, 2007

Warning!
Side-effects of excessive consumption of CSS-type Eucharist.


(1) onset of unbearable feeling of cold, thus leading to
a strong irresistable desire to pucker up
and gather in humourous little hobbit-like groups;


(2) and the impending desire to wear funny tee shirts (or girls to strip off their clothes around me)
ANN-Nette's says: "I have enough friends, thank you". Mine: "I don't have a perfect body, but I'm pretty fond of mine cos i've grown quite attached to it!". Mimi's: Why can't we all just get along??" - with a picture of an elephant and a mouse

... ah, heck, who's complainin! *grin*

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007



Today I found out that we're re-arranging the two work-lounge rooms again. The few of us who use the room most frequently decided that we'd prefer a more "homely" feel to the room and combine workstations and couches (since we all talk and make monkey sandwiches there anyway), and shift the work shit entirely to the next room. When i thought "homely" i immediately thought of leaving my wet underwear on the chair or something. Today i also discovered that people's ideas of "homely" is really quite varied.

When we first had the room we decided that noone should get too comfortable to the extent of "claiming" any table for their own, that the tables were to be free-for-all. Based on that agreement, I was more than willing to just shift (not throw away) people's stuff without asking them first. As far as i am concerned, it was in the agreement at the beginning of the year. Others said it was not so nice that we should give people time to move their stuff. Oh well, maybe i'm too quick to pick a fight with people as is my right. It's funny.. it's like you can't move stuff because of Union rules... but only here Union rules are self-policed.

I wonder if I will be someone who can hold on to a job for a long time and be effective at it, or be fired the very first day for yelling at my wholly ineffective colleagues and bosses.

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Monday, January 22, 2007

Shhhhhh.... don't scream.

Late night smses to San Francisco and Perth

Shane: Eh Lin! We won! Tell that Man U fan Adrian, then change his computer wallpaper to Theirry Henry... 2-1 to the Arsenal!

Lin: Hey Shane! Adrian says come back here and suck my d*** man! Wooohoo what a great game! We did it! I thought we were going to lose!

Kenneth: Dude... we won!

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Sunday, January 21, 2007



Burn Out Bright

Does it have to start with a broken heart
Broken dreams and bleeding parts
We were young and world was clear
But young ambition it disappears
I swore it would never come to this
The average, the obvious

I'm still discontented down here
I'm still discontented

If we've only got one try
If we've only got one life
If time was never on our side
Then before I die
I want to burn out bright

So a spark ignites
In time and space
Limping through this human race
You bite and claw your way back home
But you're running the wrong way

The future is a question mark
Of kerosene and electric sparks
There's still fire in you yet
Yeah there's still fire in you!

I keep cleaning up the mess I've made
I won't run away
I can't sleep in the bed I've made

Switchfoot 2006

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

I am Jaguar Paw, hear me lor... uh i mean RAWR!


Ok, Mel Gibson is one morbid S&M bugger man i tell you. Apocalypto was vulgar, violent, and very very .... sexy! Man! Woohoo! Of course tau pok was cringing in her seat. Poor thing... think she didn't enjoy the movie with me at all. :(

Still, it was a very interesting movie to have watched. The whole idea of prophesy, pathetic fallacy (like associating cosmic phenomena and weather patterns to the moods of the Gods), kin, and the self-destruction of an entire civilization aided by the Spanish - uh i mean, external circumstance - and sheer coincidence. I mean, how often do coincidences have to happen and in what repetition before they become acts of God? You have to admit that the more coincidences happen in a string of events, the more you have to wonder... wow what darned luck! There must be a God! (And (S)he's out to get me).

Speaking of S&M, I had an interesting conversation with the guys from work last night (by the way, Archipelago beer on Circular ROCKS). Apparently emotional S&M is a big thing now. From what they were describing, it sounds pretty much like what many people enjoy, though putting a name to the phenomenon makes it more real somehow. The whole idea of emo S&M is playing with each others feelings, like giving the illusion of attainability and availability, but not actual being so. Some relationships - in fact, many more than you'd like to think - are formed on this.

For those of you who don't know what S&M is cos you are nice and innocent, why do you read my blog?*


(*Sorry ANN-NETTE i copy you ok :P)

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

Ok.. So Bloc Party is good. But Switchfoot's new album is even better! More rock, more emotion, more drum and head bangin! (ok lah, not quite). Oh! Gravity and Awakening are among my favourite tunes at the moment. Takes me a while to discover a new album and all its subtle secrets. If something else reveals itself to me, i'll let ya know *grin.

Supposed to go out with Eujin today and it just started to storm here. TMD! Of all the freakin' times to rain! BAH. Guess i'll have to buy an umbrella from GIORDANO later. Hopefully they won't sell out by the time i get there. So bloody MAH FAN.

Had a long think about relationships and marriage. V mentioned that people should just not get attached until they're ready to get married and (or not) have kids, otherwise it's just a futile exercise. I guess that means that whoever you end up with will be just that person who was there at the time and who needed someone just like you as well. Seems so... uncertain. *sigh. On a lighter note, we also mused about how it's been scientifically proven that the brain somehow suspends all rational thought (ie. normal and logical sequences of brain activitiy) during the first few weeks of a relationship... then kicks back on later (hence the end of romance as we know it). Why, we don't know. But it's amusing nonetheless. Plenty to think about.

Rain man OUT.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

On Bloc Party and funny tees

The new album by Bloc Party is even more trippy than the first one i got. A Weekend in the City is definitely one for drum and bass fans and UK rock. Of course, it's not the usual emo punk UK shite, so if you like Coldplay and Keane, i doubt you'd like Bloc much. But maybe MUSE fans might like them a little bit. But that's only cos i like MUSE too hahaha!

Today I was wearing my "Jesus loves you... everyone else thinks you're a wanker" tee shirt and somehow of all days, everyone noticed the print. I guess they just assumed it was a "I love Jesus" tee shirt (since i used to wear a lot of Catholic Society tee shirts). But that's what makes it so funny cos people do a double take when they actually read the print.

I was in line at the ATM and Fieldmarshall Farrell (newly self-promoted General Farrell ) - for the uniniated, he's a "famous" history lecturer in NUS - walked past me, pointed at my shirt and said "That's a DAMN good tee shirt", then walked off. Haha... funny bugger. Even not-so-grumpy-now Daniel Teo saw me in the co-op today and said "Hey Shane how is-hahhahahahahha " (cos he saw my shirt too).

I think this shirt is a damn hit with people everywhere. Should have bought more like it from aussie. Ah, but i'll get loads to opportunity in the near future, i suppose! Stupid ANN-NET called me from the MUSE concert just to let me listen to the rockin noise in the background cos she had tickets and I didn't. STUPID ANN NET!!! But still love you lah hahahahha ;P

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Monday, January 15, 2007



It's Monday and its back at the office. Haha i like to fool myself into youth again by saying it's "school"... well, everyone very willingly affirms that reality so thankew all for supporting my lost cause, as i slowly slip into oldishness.

Find myself increasingly passionless about everything... even my tau pok has been complaining. Keeps asking me if i'm just passionless about her or about everything in general. A month ago and i would have said the second with absolute confidence. But now i'm even getting passionless about passionately saying the second with absolute confidence. Maybe it's all part of growing old. Older. fuck it i'm old already.

Guess you gotta get someone to get you to cross that road to the dark side of oldishness. Then when i've accepted citizenship on the other side i can come over and tell other chickens to cross over and grow up. But maybe old people do that cos they feel jealous and nostagic about being on the other other side when they were but little chickens.

Old people always think they make sense when they don't.


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Thursday, January 11, 2007

Ananda. 54. Mentor, Teacher, Father, Friend.



Had an argument with dad again today. He said to me this morning "You go for your professor's wake everyday, but you didn't go once to your [distant-somehow-related-to-you] auntie's wake." I don't even know that auntie, and i don't care whether she lived or died. "That's not the point, she's a relative. Relatives are more important. You go for a wake to pay your respects, not to hang out and chit chat with your friends."

I suppose you have some kind of a point there, but I don't go there to "hang out" with my friends. In a way i'm being there for those who are coming and don't know anyone else. I'm being family to them. And I'm sorry you disapprove, but Ananda was more family to me than she will ever be. When you die i'll be there, every day, every moment, and i will even cry for you which i don't do for anyone else, even though you are such a grumpy irritating old bugger.

In the newspapers they said the campus doctors raced over to try to save Ananda's life. I heard that he took a bus and arrived the same time as those lost paramedics. Everyone in the department did what they could to facilitate their quick arrival, to try to keep Ananda comfortable and alive, but short of picking the paramedics and doctors up and hauling their ass over to the department, there was little else they could do. These things happen, but i wonder if they do have to happen at all.

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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Life.

My good friend and mentor Ananda rajah passed away today. He was in a consultation session with his student when he suffered a heartattack. I am FUCKING upset. We used to meet after work every so often and hang out with daniel, talk shop, talk crap. And the last thing he said to me was, how Shane, our next session next week okay?

Guess there won't be a next week :(

How is it NOONE who was there with him in the department when he collapsed knew CPR? It's such a basic yet important skill to have, yet noone knew how. Weren't there ANY guys there?? I freakin learnt CPR in goddamn NS! I keep blaming myself for not being in the office today, as if, somehow, i could have done something. But even then. I know those who were there did everything they could. I wish i could be there for them too.

The paramedics arrived 30 minutes after the fact. They said they got lost. Hello?? You're from freaking NUH? NUS is only one of 3 major universities in Singapore, and you don't know your way around?? Aren't there some kind of fucking "walkabouts" for such prominent areas, so AT LEAST you know how to get to the major departments??!? At least train the NUH staff to know their way around the campus goddamn it!! Just fucking no clue.

You know you watch too much TV when you expect doctors to break into their patient's houses in order to cure them (House), and paramedics and policemen risk their lives to save others (Third Watch). But you just end up being bitterly disappointed because reality is the exact opposite.

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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Strange New New Year.

Spent the countdown in Church. How 180 degrees is that? The only alcohol there was on the altar during mass and in Ivan's dodgy paper bag. But it was quite an exciting experience and a fulfilling one with so many friends around. Even my darling tau Pok came down to join us (me) even though she'd rather be sailing than braving the crowds just to listen to me sing out of tune. The organization of the event was just poor, with no allowance for sessions overrunning their allotted time. But as Justin said, of course, praising God takes precedence over music performances, but as Justin also said and I agree, It sucks being a sideshow.

In the end, me, daniel, mel, charkwa, ajie, justin, Ivan, and Annette still managed to perform, though it was a pity that Mel didn't get to sing her solo... it was a good solo. Oh well, i guess she can always put it away for another performance and rehash it when needed, eh?
Thanks for the swell new years, guys.


Memories of the night:
Seeing everyone kneeling in the carpark with umbrellas before the Eucharist.
Annette, Daniel and me under a damn small umbrella trying to take our own picture without falling over. Cheese! oops only got half an Annette (wonder why...) :P.
Andrea coming to listen to me croak. :)
ah Geow, Junie, happy mimi, and everyone else in MM waving, clapping, and singing along to Testify to Love.
Little girl unsuccessfully (cos she was too short) running up to the stage to take a photo of us, but nonetheless looking very happy with only taking my foot.
Justin's show-off riff for All Things New. Hao Lian Lah!

ciao 2006/2007 hola!


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