kah nee nah

2010-03-16T09:30:00.002+08:00

St. Paddy's Parade

It started off nice and cosy with just K and I
indulging in each other
the creamy goodness of a draft of
Guinness
or two
or five.
Did we tell you we like to make
service staff
people in the train
friends on facebook
generally everyone in public
absolutely sick?

The day turned to a great evening
with a good friend
and new ones met
all indulging in a Guinness
or two
or 8.

2010-03-02T13:22:00.002+08:00

Hee hee hee!

I remember ages ago when wei fen told me about Ceriph, and i decided to submit something. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would make it into the publication! I think it's a really noble and massive undertaking that these young people are involved in for the benefit of real Singapore art/poetry/creativity.

Check it out!

Ceriph & BooksActually presents
Ceripha local independent literary journal launch.
Ceriph is an independent new journal of Singapore literature started by three local undergraduates. It began as a search for a space in print that could be accessible to non-professional Singaporean writers to share poetry, prose and photography-- a space that would be neither too formal nor flippant.

The inaugural issue of Ceriph is a compilation of poems, short fiction, photos and non-fiction that tell quiet stories across busy cities, a thread that binds these tales into a book. The independently published Issue Zero features the works of Laremy Lee, Desirée Lim, Sudev S., Mark Lam, Shane Pereira, Lee Fur-Fur, Cai Li Xian, Ng Yiqin, Andrew Robert Ng, Sharlene Teo, Riot, Captain Crash, Jonah Sun, Wei Fen Lee, Ang Shao-Wen and Linette Lim.As a non-profitable venture, Ceriph depends solely on the interest of readers and contributions from Singaporeans that are equally passionate about the locally developing arts and writing scene.*

http://ceriph.net
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=132660747493&ref=ts

2010-02-27T13:30:00.003+08:00

Having a Part-Time girlfriend

We've been spending a LOT of time together, and i guess we're pretty inseparable. But all for good reason. Come Monday, Kirstin starts work again, and i start on my SMU research work. She'll work from 3pm to 1 or 2am pretty much 6 days a week, and I work from 10am to whatever time. So we'll see considerably less of each other come Monday. But we agreed we'd make time for each other; we'll take turns to meet each other for supper, or breakfast before work. So it won't be so bad for this next month. :)

It'll be even worse in April though. I looked up the timings for her Harry's branch, and boy are the timings just as shit as her previous stint. Money is better though, but that's not the point. on weekends and PH eve, they open till 2am. otherwise, 1 am. So much for appealing for better, more reasonable timings.

I start RP work again in April, 4 times a week, 8am to 4pm. So that eliminates breakfast and lunch meet ups for the two of us. And I can't possibly see how going to her pub and hanging out there by myself with the occasionally chit chat in between would qualify as "quality time". I will effectively only see her once a week, on her off day, and even then I would have to fight with her family and friends for her time. It's fucking shit, that's what it is. Worse than army: at least when guys book out we get TWO days to spend with our loved ones, and even then we won't really have to fight with anyone else for her attention cos she has the rest of the week to enjoy their company.

I really don't know how we're going to deal with it if that's the case. Hopefully by the time April comes, or if she finds out that managers work on a slightly more flexible time schedule, things will work out. Otherwise, I foresee a lot of frustration and a shitty rest of the year.

What a great start to my morning.

2010-02-13T13:45:00.002+08:00

It was a great night with great company again. This blog has seen the best and worst times of my life and that's all important because it's a part of who I am. But I'm very happy with this new chapter in my life, and I am happy to leave my past exactly as it is: in my past, behind me.

It's nice to see my friends and the love of my life get along so early in the relationship, and it's something that's important to me. That my friends make the effort, and that Kirstin makes the effort to get to know them too. I'm glad that my friends are just as understanding, that these days I spend more time with Kirstin and that sometimes takes time away from them. Sure, I may not party as much with them anymore, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Thanks for being happy for me :)

I am looking forward
to a future with you
don't you ever forget
that i love you

2010-02-08T18:10:00.003+08:00

Thanks for coming to visit me. It meant a lot that you did,
and that we could still laugh (about and) like old times.
I wish you all the best from the bottom of my heart,
and I will miss you my old friend. :)

2010-01-02T11:15:00.004+08:00

Happy new year everybodeeee! The last month has been brilliant. Work at RP is tiring but so far rather rewarding personally. I've been neglecting my thesis a little too much, so that's next on the agenda.

For those of you who don't know yet, I've been seeing someone. Many of you have also asked for details, so i've decided to try to put it into this blog. I warn you though, it might get sappy. So read at your own peril.

I can't explain why or how it happened. It really was as if the universe decided to bring us together. Some have said that I move pretty fast, but seriously and honestly, it was never my intention to do so. Had no desire to see anyone but just be free and easy and single. I serial-dated for a while, and that was it.

I remember a conversation I had with Wei Fen once about the universe and how it brings people together, sets up conditions for things to happen, and so on. It's not the same thing as Fate which is a more determining force, but rather gently nudges us in a certain direction. When we first had this discussion, I argued vehemently against it, and i said that "the universe" theory is really just an excuse to not take action. I think i said something like "Sometimes, most times, the universe needs some help". Love after all, in many cases i've seen and heard from friends, and my own experience, is an outcome of sheer persistence and planning on one's part.

All this was before Kirstin and I started seeing each other. I really don't know how it happened. We know each other (but not very well); we've known each other for 2 and a half years. We hardly spoke during that time except for the occasional "how are yous" on facebook. I wasn't even in Singapore for more than half of that time. We met through a mutual friend, and with an entire group of her friends. We never hung out alone or went out one on one. I think we met a total of like 4 times with that bunch of friends. We were both attached then and it never occurred to us to even consider or look at each other that way. I never saw my break up with Andrea coming. I had even asked her to marry me. I saw a future with her. Kirstin and her ex broke up too. We were both attached for 4 and a half years. And it was hard to let go of such a long investment of love for both of us.

But when i wasn't looking, the universe brought us together. And it was magical. We met up with a bunch of friends and I don't know how but that night we both realised that there was something between us. I was so careful with her, careful with how i touched her if i had to, personal space, if she was ok/happy/tired/thirsty, all subconsciously. Only when i reflected on the night did i realise that i did those things, and that she did feel the same with me (she told me later). Partly because she's so used to guys grabbing her or trying to be close to her at all available opportunity, and partly cos I used to be one of those type of guys. We connected through good conversation and meaningful discussions on life family love and everything in between. There was no drunken hook up, no RnB drama humping, no morning oops, no skanky behaviour. I never saw it coming. And it was beautiful :)

I know Andrea is seeing someone now. I'm very happy for her. It reinforces what i believe about the universe, seriously. And it's not guilt that i let her down or whatever. It really isn't, so stop psychoanalysing me that way. I guess we were both holding on to something that really was not meant to be. Or that we handled it all wrong. Or that we were there for each other for the time of our lives where it mattered. Only God knows and can tell me. The only regret I have now is that i've lost a good friend, someone i spent so many years sharing my life with. In time, I hope even that will be something I will no longer regret.

Anyway, this is Kirstin. :) And I am happy.

2009-12-18T12:29:00.003+08:00

I'm happy happy happy now!

2009-11-23T22:13:00.001+08:00

I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And the struggles we went through
And how I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?

I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
...People filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age
The trust and self-assurance that can lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us,
Doesn't keep me warm

I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, Baby
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I figured out, I have to learn again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But everything changes
And my friends seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

There are people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down and hurt your pride
Better put it all behind you; life goes on
You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you inside

I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

2009-10-22T10:22:00.002+08:00

Time is running out!

I suddenly had an epiphany that time is seriously running out for me and my beloved Phd, of which i have an immense lovelikehatelovehatehatehatelikelikehatelove relationship. Presently I am at the hate cycle moving onto the like cycle, and i had best take advantage of it (obviously the last love in the cycle is when I finish it). 3 years may sound like a long time, but for a long piece of work that's like a drop in the well of time (That image was totally off and didn't make sense).

Anyway time to get cracking.

2009-10-19T13:03:00.002+08:00

The Days go By

it's been 9 weeks since we broke and I dived into endless partying, meeting people, and generally steam-rolling through life. It's been fun and tough at the same time... although i complain a lot publicly about most things i generally keep some things in. Feelings, exasperations, and mostly anxiety and frustrations. There are good days and there are bad days. I'm pretty much a steamroller; i don't wallow in self-pity, and try not to dwell on the past so much. I guess that's how i survive. It's not really true that i "move on" really quickly; i just keep moving. I'll just speed along until things catch up to me. And that's how I deal with things.

The last 3 days, I missed her quite a bit. Doesn't help that my parents keep wondering about what happened and can't accept that we split up so suddenly, and when we were so close to committing to each other for the rest of our lives. And you know how my dad gets... he repeats and repeats the same thing over and over again... and it's not easy trying to ignore it or forget her.

The good news is I've gotten a part time job, and there is hope that NUS may hire me again in January. So by February I'll be able to start saving up for next year's school fees and living expenses, as well as hopefully pay off some personal debts. I've been writing... somewhat. and that's a good thing too. I want to get things over and done with for my Phd asap so that i can start earning some decent wage. After all, i look at it as an extended period of training before i actually get the job i've sacrificed so much for.

i miss you

2009-10-12T14:44:00.001+08:00

2009-09-07T21:47:00.002+08:00

I miss those blue eyes
How you kissed me at night
I miss the way we sleep.
Like there is no sunrise
Like the taste in your smile
I miss the way we breath.

But I never told you
what I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in.

And now...

I miss everything about you
I can't believe that I still want you
After all the things we've been through
I miss everything about you
without you...

I see your blue eyes
everytime I close mines
You make it hard to see
Where I belong to?
When I'm not around you
It's like no with me

But I never told you
what I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in.

And now...

I miss everything about you
I can't believe that I still want you
After all the things we've been through
I miss everything about you
without you...

But I never told you
what I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in.

And now...

I miss everything about you
I can't believe that I still want you
After all the things we've been through
I miss everything about you
without you...

Colbie Caillat - I never told you

= (

2009-09-07T11:30:00.000+08:00

It's been a month. I really miss you. It's stupid, I know. I can't understand why I have to keep putting you through this to realise that you are and always were the one for me. But i know that I'm not the one for you, cos I cannot be the man that you want me to be. Karen said "If you can't be the man for her, then don't be the man she doesn't want you to be". In other words, be gracious and let you go. Don't be around, don't bug you, don't cling on. You're right. You're not a yoyo. But I've been thinking so much this past month, and I realise that I love you like I've never loved anyone else. And that even when we had our "rational discussion" we started off on a wrong premise. Breaking up should never have been an option. I feel now more than ever that I am ready to be with you... but I know that words are cheap. We've been down this road before, and it ended the same way.

I don't know what assurances to give you. Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it. Please at least talk to me. And if you don't reply, I'll know that I've lost you for good. And I'm sorry for putting you through all this shit.

2009-03-03T03:53:00.003+08:00

~Arul Prakasam~

I don't get it. I never get it when someone takes their own life. It's just such a waste. Not realising what one could become, not knowing if things could have been different. Someone so young as well, with so much potential. Was it a case of not getting enough affirmation? Was there something we could do to save you? Or was it just a slow seeding depression from which there simply was no coming back from? There's no easy answer. And maybe, there's really no need to find one any more. Just to grieve, and embrace him in our memories. And even though we've only met twice, I feel that it was such a waste. But at the same time, I know his memory will not be, having touched the hearts of the people who knew and loved him. You'll live on in their hearts for what and who you were, and not only for what could have been, and not only as a distant memory. Rest well young man. You will be missed.

2008-11-17T05:57:00.003+08:00

Wah hey i cooked today!

... and every other day for that matter). I know I haven't been blogging, and much apologies for that. However, most of you are on fb, and once in a while i post notes with pictures in them that usually constitute some elements of a blog post. So yeah. When I feel up to it again, I will start blogging! I do enjoy coming here and going the enormously roundabout way of reading all of my friend's blogs which are (in)convenient linked here on the right of this text box and not at all in my browser bookmarks precariously labelled "Living Virtually & Vicariously through Others".

Anyway this is what I eat most days (or some derivative of it). Looks nice right?? :P

2008-10-17T07:24:00.001+08:00

I thought this dude's mixing of Linkin Park's Faint and Paramore's crushcrushcrush is absolutely awesome. Check it out:

2008-10-15T22:39:00.002+08:00

Is it worth spending your whole life pleasing other people, especially when they don't trust you?Apparently the answer is yes, because it's always about them and never about you.

2008-08-28T15:45:00.000+08:00

In your atmosphere - John Mayer

I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I don't know what it's like to land and not race to your door
But I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore

I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I'm not sure that I really ever could
Hold on to a hotel key
in your bedroom neighborhood
With me sleep walking in Hollywood

I'm gonna steer clear
Burn up in your atmosphere
I'm gonna steer clear
Cause I'd die if I saw you
I'd die if I didn't see you there
So I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore

I dont think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
Get lost on the boulevard at night
Without your voice to tell me
I love you, take a right
The ten and the two is a lonely sight

I'm gonna steer clear
Burn up in your atmosphere
I'm gonna steer clear
Cause I'd die if I saw you
I'd die if I didn't see you

I'm gonna steer clear
Burn up in your atmosphere
I'm gonna steer clear
Cause I'd die if I saw you
I'd die if I didn't see you there, see you there

I think I'm gonna stay gonna stay, gonna stay in the grey, think i'm gonna stay
All the street lights say nevermind nevermind
All the canyon lines say nevermind
Sunset says we see this all the time, nevermind never you mind

Post Bridge:
Where ever I go
What ever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you

Where ever you go
Where ever you are
I watch your life play out in pictures from afar

Where ever I go
what ever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you

Where ever you go
Where ever you are
i watch your life play out in pictures from afar

ooooo

2008-08-20T13:54:00.000+08:00

why are there people who are always filled with
vengence, hate and angst in them?

There's your answer Yan'an!

2008-08-20T13:28:00.013+08:00

Yeahbutnobutyeahbutnobutyeah
(or 5 things that are totally random but may be made coherent by Chaos Theory)

ONE

The Bubble tea is Tea Shake Hut in Bugis Junction is quite good. They've got a menu of bubble tea the length of my arm. The funny thing is they bother to ask "Are you here for dinner or just drinks?" then they hand you the menu of only drinks and snacks anyway, simply because their dinner menu ONLY consists of 4 things - nasi lemak, chicken wing fried rice, and claypot rice, and fried noodles - all of which can be found on a big poster on the wall next to your table. So what's the point of asking if we're here for dinner or not? I had a few theories: (1) It's a marketing ploy to make you think about eating even when you had no intention of doing so when you sat down; and (2) they're fucking idiots. I have decided that it's (3) because they love us so much they genuinely want to know what we're up to these days, but they're so busy so they can only ask one question. But some waiters showed more concern than others - oh you had a bad day at the office, oh my you poor thing! - so much so that customers only wanted to order from one or two cool dudes and that backed up service till woodlands checkpoint and made the other waiters jealous. So they standardized the question and now all their waiters ask everyone the same thing, for no apparent reason. Seriously.

TWO

I finally figured out why everyone laughs at us peeps in the Arts and Social Science faculty and thinks our degree is worth shit.

*Updated at 501PM 20 August, Courtesy of Mykel Yee:

TWOpointONE

THREE

Everywhere I turn i see Ben Chua. I miss his beer warehouse. Yeah, the warehouse, only. Ok ok lah also Ben lah. TSK.

FOUR

My terrapin snuggles up to my foot every time he gets a chance. I'm pretty sure he thinks that one day he will grow a leg through his back and a whole body will form about him. Then he would be able to stand next to me while his upper body brushes his teeth, looks down and goes hellolittleboyhowyoudoingthismorningkoocheekoo to the next terrapin that will take over him in the tank. Eh EH EH!

FIVE

Lizard shit in holy water. I guess they couldn't afford another rosary. Here's a lesson to all you freaks who keep dipping your fingers in holy water when you go in AND when you go out. You only need to do it once when you're going IN to Church lah. Don't even know what the symbolism/ function of the water is. Kiasu Singaporeans. I bet you if they had full immersion they will bring their swimming trunks.

2008-07-20T20:08:00.007+08:00

Why Kids Nowsaday cannot speaking properry.

Came across this today at the shop near my house. It's a chart that contains pictures and captions in good English. Or so they thought.

The latest LITERACY WALLCHART FOR CHILDREN

featuring pictures and captions like:

"The People Work on the Daytime"

"Blue Lake likes a Mirror"

"Hu Hu Hu like the wind"

"Di di di like the rain clouds"

and for the more advanced,

"Simultaneous Thunderstorms are bright loud and lightning"

Ya I'm sure a kid (and their equally dopey parents) who think(s) all the above captions are in proper English would also be able to understand what "simultaneous" and "thunderstorms" are. Cockheads.

All for S$2.50. Go figure.

2008-07-08T23:18:00.008+08:00

Today i checked my friendster account for the first time in months, and i received this message:

Message: Dear Friendster User
"Shane"

I am oliva Xason, The Manger of Friendster Team

Your Friendster account will suspend in next 24 hours, because it violates
Friendster's Terms of Service

If you want to stay connected with Friendster then please goto

http:// XXXXXXXX_XXX_XXX.XX (i blocked this)

and click on "Download" button to download a Reactivation file (MS Word file/ .doc), which has some steps you should follow for reactivate your Freindster account without loosing your current profile, Friends list and Photos

The process in the file will check your ability of Searching, Clicking and Understanding of contents in Friendster

If you do not follow all steps in the File then your account with Friendster will be close in next 24 hours.

We will review your account, and re-instate also send you the list of mistakes that you have done with a Reactivation link if it has been
follow all given steps in above mentioned file.

Thank you,
Friendster Customer Service

This is what i wrote to the REAL customer service dudes at Friendster:

Hi there

I received this message from a user called "Olivia" who claims to be on the "manger team" (i'm assuming this person meant manager). I am suspicious of the message (see below) since i do not know how my profile has "violated terms of use" and also since this person does not know how to spell "manager" in the first place. Let's not get me started on the grammar. Thought you'd like to know.

Cheers,

Shane P.

Now, in the words of Dilbert, I don't ask for much... And boy, do I get it. I mean, fuck la, "some steps you should follow for reactivate your Freindster account"? "The Manger of Friendster Team"? I mean, what the heck is Jesus' bedspead doing running a friendster team? Are people seriously that dumb or do these people actually know that most poeple are dumb when it comes to money? (The second is rather more disturbing actually).

I don't ask for spam, but can't I even get a fucking decent one?? Like those emails that you get from banks that have even the damn logo, a number you can call, an actual con artist who puts in the effort and even answers the phone, just so they can steal your thousands of savings. Or those China network websites that even direct you to a log in page (totally fabricated of course, with flash and video and shit) with a login password and ID given to you by a fake representative from CCCTV who calls you up and says you've won 100,000 USD. Now that's fucking efffort! Even the goddamn viagra mails (yes, and we've all gotten them, especially if you use that useless spam-filled NUS exchange mail service, so it's not just me... i CHECKED.) come with nice pictures. AT LEAST. What must a guy do to get a decent spam mail nowadays??

I feel so cheated.

2008-06-13T13:15:00.010+08:00

Bizarre Scenes in Real Time

So anyway my folks and I went to look-see some outdoor landscaping specialists cos we will most probably be moving house and my mum wanted something with a garden. The statues and landscape exhibits were quite cool.. the classic rolling balls, buddhas faces, with running water and stuff. Of course I got bitten by mutherfarking mozzies cos that place is the epitome of stagnant water. I mean come on, the pond is the size of my room and there's a pump the size of my wallet at the far corner of the pond. There's bound to be stagnant water on the other side of the damn water feature. NEA, TAKE NOTE.

But then there are damn WEIRD statues. Like this one. Like who the fuck will buy this for their house right? The bugger looks embarrassed of his colossal mantool. It's the size of the fucking Sentosa Ferry lah can. And if you think HE's Embarrassed sitting next to a pond in someone's house with his dick laying on the pavement, check out his girlfriend:

SO anyway. The other day Daniel Tham and I were buying coffee from coffeeclubXpress on campus, and we noticed something interesting. It costs 2.25 for a single shot of espresso, and 2.75 for a double. So it makes sense to buy a double right? WRONG.

"One extra shot of EXPRESSO please. No, not the single. Just the extra. Thanks."

Like what the fuck is an EXpresso dude? It's a whole different coffee, and it's just 65 CENTS!

And to cap off this list of bizarre pictures, here's a picture of Auguste with a bottle of water on a Friday night. Goddamn it Ben, give that guy a beer for god's sake.

Krisandro’s list of MRT Rules.

2008-06-06T11:39:00.005+08:00

This guy is fucking hilarious. Just had to share this. :) For all your train travellers.

Rules You All Should Know When Taking the MRT
Published by krisandroon

Having a regular job now means that I am again subjecting myself to the rush hour where Singaporeans and foreigners come together and rear the ugly side of humanity. I am no angel but I think I might be be given an associate membership into the hall of saints when compared to the kinds of people I see on the train.

Without further a due, I present to you Krisandro’s list of MRT Rules.

1. When on the escalator during rush hour, either keep left or you follow the rushing passengers on the right. Don’t stall the fast lane and tempt me to grab your legs and throw you over the side.

2. When SMRT says they are increasing the number of train trips, it doesn’t mean that you can wake up later. And please don’t look at the screens telling you how long the next train is going to arrive if you have high blood pressure.

3. If you want to get into the train cabin and you do not let the passengers in the train cabin out first, you deserve to be knocked down by a smelly, sweaty, giant man with huge man-boobs.

4. If you do not move to the center of the train, you deserve to be sodomized by a horny blue whale and wear a tag so that we understand your plight that you cannot move around much.

5. If you will not give up your seat to a pregnant lady or a senior citizen, have the courage to at least PRETEND that you are fast asleep. Stop looking at the lady’s stomach and mentally weighing it against your beer belly and deciding who has the heavier load.

6. The vertical poles in the train cabins are for passengers to hold onto with their hands. If you lean on them with your whole body, I might need to separate your left butt cheek from your right to secure a holding spot and I do not have that much Dettol to cleanse my hand afterwards.

7. If you are blasting your choice of music through your phone speakers, please make sure that your taste in music is at least accepted by 70% of the people who are within earshot. If you are not sure how you can figure that out, please purchase a device called “ear-phones”.

8. The fare you pay for travelling on the MRT entailed you to a limited space. If you need space to hold a copy of The Straits Times fully opened in front of you during peak hours, consider buying an EZ-Link card for the newspaper as well.

9. If you fart or burp in a an MRT cabin, have the courtesy to say ‘excuse me’. If you think people will get angry over it, have the habit of laughing like a hyena as soon as you fart. I can assure you that it will be more amusing than anything.

10. Do not scold me if the train is packed and I am poking your butt from behind. The one who you should scold is the one who is poking my butt. Don’t ask me to push back as well because it will seem as though I am reciprocating.

http://www.krisandro.com/2008/06/01/rules-you-all-should-know-when-taking-the-mrt/

2008-05-09T10:33:00.003+08:00

Funny things I've heard this week

Indonesia has donated 100,000 U.S. dollars to the Bangladesh for the country's flood victims.
Wonder how much they give their own poor. Maybe they'd be praying for a flood sometime soon.

If old enough for NS, why not the vote?
Two words: Fuck off lah. Let's assume that the more educated, the better informed one is to vote. Any BMT instructor can attest that you REALLY DON'T want these recruits voting. Like seriously. Some can't even tie their boot straps yet and put on their helmet backwards. I mean, SERIOUSLY. At least wait till after NS.

Why minister Wong Kan Seng should not resign because you can't expect him to be there everytime Mas Selamat wants to go to the toilet.
(See here)
Yes, i guess you're right. He can't be there when Tok the child murderer left the crime scene via the toilet in Pasir Panjang and walked over the causeway without getting checked OR stopped. He can't be responsible for Mas Selamat using the unauthorized, non-prisoner's loo with no bars. He also can't be responsible for the relative security of a presumable maximum security detention centre because they are there to "rehabilitate" not "imprison" the detainees. (I won't even begin to point out the irony there because the prison service motto includes rehabilitation but i don't foresee Singaporeans having other convicts from Changi escaping from the loo an acceptable event.) So, it's not his first time in charge that such things happen. But that's ok, cos he's not there personally.
Let me ask you this question: If WKS cannot be held responsible for this, what CAN he be held responsible for such that he be removed or be compelled to be removed from office? From the arguments, it sounds pretty much like other than personal acts of gross indecency or criminal acts, failure to ensure the smooth running of your portfolio doesn't fall into this scope of accountable responsibility. And even if it's "not his fault", then whose fault is it? Why the rhetoric of "we should move past trying to pin the blame on someone"? It's not a matter of blame, it's a matter of a serious security breach! My first thought would be the head of the detention centre! Geographical, architectural, and human security are his/her duty, and he/her has failed in that respect and should be removed at once. While the lapse in concentration on the part of the guards can be excused as a "mistake of circumstance", the lack of workable cameras, poor fencing etc are NOT "incidental", they are the result of long term complacency.

-_-

2008-04-04T13:37:00.003+08:00

Fat, Unhealthy, and Old

Folks, it's true. I am officially unhealthy and overweight.

I got my medical report this week. My BMI shows that I am mildly overweight (normal is 18-25, I am 25.3), I have moderately high levels of "bad" cholesterol, mild hypertension (overworked heart), and slightly elevated levels of potassium in my liver (I honestly am surprised my liver is still actually THERE).

In fact, the only good things in my report is that I can still surf porn from one end of the room (eyesight perfect), piss with relative ease and sometimes pleasure (kidneys A-OK), and I don't have Syphilis.

The report recommends me eating less and exercising more. Well, DUH. My visions of dying in the office from a heart attack and negligence from my colleagues who will draw straws to see who has to give me CPR while I'm frothing at the mouth and going into convulsions - all because they didn't attend the AED (automatic defibrillator) demonstrations - is becoming highly plausible.

2008-04-01T15:26:00.004+08:00

I am not a very staunch practicing Catholic/Christian. I used to think I'd read everything I needed to know in scripture. It's reached a point where I'll say "yes, been there, done that, talked about every facet of it, understood every bit of that, oh dear is it that reading AGAIN?" Scripture passes through my hands like water, something I could possibly grasp in parts, but i usually just let slip through my fingers. There was nothing else it could say to make me think, to wonder in admiration, to identify with in my everyday life.

But every once in a while, you come across a piece of scripture that is so relevant to your circumstance at that moment, not so over-read, in fact, never seen before in my life. Let me know if any of you have read this before, because i sure haven't, and i think its absolutely beautiful, especially given all the discussions I've been engaged in about the purpose(ful/less)ness in being sociologically enlightened, being too judgmental about so-called racists and idiots, being too upset over ignorance, getting too pointlessly upset when "...the rest of the world simply does not think that way."

I stand corrected. The bible still holds many surprises for me. And perhaps, by extension, that illusive Being we call 'God' in my life. Perhaps like water, the full meaning of scripture can never fully be grasped, but has merely to pass through your hands to wash it. The less we are preoccupied about the intrinsic chemical properties of water and merely trust in its cleansing, healing properties, the wiser, happier we will be. Perhaps chasing the logic of this world and all its treasures and goals will only make us eternally lost to the fullness of life that we were intended to have.

I just thought I'd share this with those you can identify.

Ecclesiastes 1

Everything Is Meaningless

1 The words of the Teacher, ^[a] son of David, king in Jerusalem:

2 "Meaningless! Meaningless!"
says the Teacher.
"Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless."

3 What does man gain from all his labor
at which he toils under the sun?

4 Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.

5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.

6 The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.

7 All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.

8 All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.

9 What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

10 Is there anything of which one can say,
"Look! This is something new"?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.

11 There is no remembrance of men of old,
and even those who are yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow.

Wisdom Is Meaningless

12 I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. 13 I devoted myself to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under heaven. What a heavy burden God has laid on men! 14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

15 What is twisted cannot be straightened;
what is lacking cannot be counted.

16 I thought to myself, "Look, I have grown and increased in wisdom more than anyone who has ruled over Jerusalem before me; I have experienced much of wisdom and knowledge." 17 Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.

18 For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;
the more knowledge, the more grief.

misquoted... AGAIN.

2008-03-09T23:15:00.003+08:00

I want to kill someone from mypaper. Misquoted out of context again:

Tutor Shane Pereira, 28, an NUSS member for three years, said he only found out about the charges this year. He had assumed that the $15 charge was for a few empty red packets which the club gave him in January.
He said: "I think that is a rather sneaky move. If they would like members to contribute voluntarily, they should approach us personally and not make it an automatic mass payment."

Of course, how convenient that she should "forget" that I also said "But if they sent me emails and letters and I didn't notice, then it's not their fault because they've done their legal part. I have nothing to complain about in this case. They did their job." But of course, that didn't fit into the framework of her fucking article, now did it? And so, as a consequence of journalistic negligence, I've ended up sounding like a typical complaining Singaporean. Chao Chee Bai.

On principle however, she got what I said right. Could they have done the collection differently? Sure, because on principle this "auto-donation" goes against the very grain of donations which are supposed to be VOLUNTARY. This is not fucking organ donation, it's MONEY. It's HONGBAO. I don't have to fucking OPT OUT of a donation. Sure, functionally and for the sake of efficiency, it's great for the club. But on principle, that's not the point. And just because "it is common practice for other clubs", doesn't make it automatically acceptable.

That's the last time I talk to reporters. M*therf*ckers.

2008-03-05T09:03:00.001+08:00

Arsenal's Cesc Fabregas celebrates after scoring against AC Milan during their Champions League first knockout round, second leg soccer match at the San Siro stadium in Milan March 4, 2008. REUTERS/Alessandro Garofalo

2008-03-04T14:15:00.003+08:00

I have a Malay student in my class named Rahmat who insists I call him "mat". I asked him if he saw the irony and he said "hmmm never really thought about it."

Freakin chinaman and his girlfriend stood (in the lift) at the lift door oblivious to the fact that EVERYONE ELSE behind them (at least 7 people) wanted to come out, in spite of a girl saying EXCUSE 6 times. He moved when I shoved him out of the way.

Someone I know has post-colonial hangups. Face it, sometimes girls like white guys cos they might actually be decent people, unlike yourself.

A friend of mine complained about this ugly rude malay person, and how perhaps ugly people can be so self-centred, stupid and insensitive. But i disagree. Not all ugly people are rude asses.
Some of them are just ugly because they are rude.

I lost my "thumb drive". I hope i "lost" it at home. Might have dropped in Raffles City toilet. It's got my thesis in it.
My thumb drive is black. It runs with a limp and might be heading to Batam. If you see it, call me, don't try to tackle it on your own.

2008-02-24T11:29:00.002+08:00

FUCKINGCHEEBAI.

... to that god damn Birmingham player who decided to break Eduardo's leg. If it weren't for the damn sock I bet you his foot would have come clean off. CCB! (The only good thing is Theo got to play and he was fantastic).

... to that Gael Chichy who was thinking about fucking his girlfriend when he was supposed to be clearing the ball.

... to the referee and the diving Parnaby for the penalty which was soft cos Clichy got the ball and Parnaby tripped over him as an afterthought. It was bizarre to see Gallas standing at the other end of the pitch crying to himself while Macfadden was waiting to take the penalty.

In other news, Man U played FANTASTIC and pummeled reliably hopeless Newcastle 1-5. It's down to the wire, baby.

2008-01-21T11:50:00.000+08:00

Last week we were teaching our students that even something as private as suicide is and can be a social issue/problem. Durkheim surmised that these people often committed suicide (egoistic/fatalistic/altruistic/anomic) basically because of the different types of social solidarity (low/high; organic/mechanical) and its effects on them (low/high regulation/integration).

But WHATEVER. KNN! If you wanna die go stick your head in an oven for Pete's sake! Don't jump on the MRT track and inconvenience EVERYBODY else. THANKS for making it even MORE a social fucking problem than it already is. Because of you I was LATE LATE LATE to work even though i got up FUCKING EARLY can. NBCB. LKY will be VERY upset with you for halting the economy. I on the other hand am upset for something more important: I woke up early for nothing!!!

(Some) Singaporeans constantly write to the forum asking for glass doors to be built around open train platforms so people won't jump. Puh-lease. There's a reason why it's called OPEN PLATFORM you dickheads* ! We should build freakin glass doors around these jumping idiots, not the platform! Now all we need is a programme to identify potential jumpers, dress them up as mimes or clowns, box them up in glass boxes, then let them slowly die in front of waiting commuters...

*See previous post for possible definitions

PS. Evidently noone jumped and it was just a broken down train. I hope tomorrows' headline is "SMRT shares plummet due to absolute incompetence despite 99% efficiency" or "1% breakdown was one straw too many for the SMRT camel" or "Shane pisses on SMRT control station. Fined $500". OK maybe not the last one.

Save this post for when someone jumps and I am pissed off again.

2008-01-12T17:29:00.000+08:00

"dickhead"

This entry is gonna be a bit shaneographic so if you don't like dickheadish things, I suggest you stop reading.

I was just thinking today... Who came up with the term dickhead? I bet you it was a woman cos only men can be dickheads. Sometimes we refer to each other by our representative reproductive organ, but why single out a head over the whole thing? (Woman are never called cunt lips, for example). I mean, I'm not really sure it even resembles an actual human head of any sort, except maybe someone who's gone through a massive car accident, and had to have half his brain removed leaving an immense single-incision scar from just above his forehead to the back of his head near the nape of his neck. But even then he wouldn't really be totally bald. Maybe splotchy patches of hair. But not bald. There's no denying that the term spawned all sorts of other useful sub terms used to make fun of men: "They're always thinking with the wrong/other head". But the fact is, a dickhead looks nothing like a head.

On the other hand, a dick kind does look more like a snake. So they started calling it the one-eyed snake. So that's why you get all-time favorite terminology like "Hey baby check out my Alabama blacksnake", or the old-school bar joke of "Daddy, I saw the postman and mum in bed. He also brought his snake and it went into mummy's cave", and so on and so forth. But seriously, why is having a snake as symbol of sex so appealing? I can only think of the biblical story of Adam and Eve and the highly seductive snake slithering all around Eve's naked body. Or not. And anyway, there are small thin snakes. But in reality of thick, long, hard snakes are desirable. People take all sorts of things to make the snake hard. But hard snakes are usually stuffed and displayed in a museum.

I'm quite convinced it's a feminist conspiracy.

2008-01-09T12:27:00.000+08:00

Contradictions, Contradictions

The world is full of contradictions, but its funny that people and governments can still get away with it. For example, the Indian High Court recently rejected a petition filed by a HIV and AIDS organization called the Naz Foundation that sought to challenge laws that deemed homosexual acts as "unnatural criminal behaviour". Ok, i don't know about you, but unnatural, that's a matter of opinion and personal beliefs, but to say it's criminal is a bit too much lah.

But I digress. Here's the funny part: The High Court ruled that "the validity of a law" cannot be challenged by anyone who is "not affected by it". That is, gay people should petition for gay rights, not organizations representing them.

The irony is, it also ruled that "Indian society, by and large, disapproves of homosexuality and justifies it being treated as a criminal offence even when adults indulge in private". Now, where are the straight people's petition? By the same logic, the government, ie. an organization representing a body of people, should not be allowed to sanction law the same way an organization representing gays should not be allowed to petition or challenge said law. The government lawyers should get off their arse and conduct polls, make straight people put their names down and sign a very long petition representative of "Indian society, by and large" in order to make such a ludicrious demand, isn't it?

My intention here is not pro-gay nor anti-gay. It's just pro-fairness.

The picture shown above and the actual article was taken from here: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/3622418.stm

2008-01-02T13:09:00.001+08:00

NY to my "God-Children"

I'm quite grateful to have two swell god children. I mean, who else has a cousin who plays in a heavy metal band, and signs off her Christmas presents in self-praise? :p I don't actually know what is required of a good god father, especially one that doesn't pray as much as he used to, nor adhere to Christian doctrines as much as he once did. But I am thankful that at least both ryan and steph have good parents and great families for them to grow up in and take care of them. I am sorry if I've not been there often enough, or adequately enough, but I hope that the new year holds new and better prospects for all of us.

Ryan and "Stephilicious"

"Stephilicious" and I

2007-12-22T10:32:00.000+08:00

We interrupt this programme called "work" and bring you a word from our sponsors....
Cats.

They're just sooooo cute! This one posed for the camera looking so regal... sitting up, back curled and tail wrapped around its paws. It didn't even move when I moved in real close to take a photo. Occasionally it'd open its eyes just to see if I was still there. I just love watching and playing with cats. But i'd never own one. As beautiful as they are, they're temperamental too. I prefer wrestling with dogs. There's a lower chance that they'll get fed up with you pulling their ears and dragging them to the ground and decide to chomp your arm off. In fact, one of my pastimes is dog-wrestling. Part of the act is to actually put your arm in the dogs mouth and let him play-chomp on it (it's actually safer than putting your hand in cos the bones in the arm are hardier).

And that, sums up my weekend in a nutshell. Work has dulled my brain. And now, back to writing and back to statistics.

2007-12-18T12:08:00.001+08:00

shiny happy people
weddings. nice to meet up with old friends
and family members far-flung. nice to
suspend the anxiety of life
and the uncertainties of death.
A new life ahead? Maybe it's time to
let go of old friends and
old habits. But sometimes it's hard
to understand why and how some
things turn out a certain way.
Maybe it's for the best. Maybe there's
no way to move forward unless you give it
all away and never look back
except to reminisce old times in
nostalgic indulgence.

2007-12-08T15:21:00.000+08:00

A Fishy, Leafy, sixty, post- exam party

Andrea and I went for that fish therapy thingy opposite St Alphonsus Church (aka NOVENA)... it was soooo fun! Kinda freaky cos the fish a huge-r than you would think, and once they start sucking on your foot its like ticklish all over right up to your knee (cos you'll be going 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' while uncontrollably tensing up your leg muscles to try to control the tickles). 15 minutes in, chomp chomp chomp, then they scrub your foot for you. Another 15 minutes in. And don't worry, the fish are like my grandpa... they have no teeth.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Attended a flurry of wedding lunches and dinners. Of note however, were Doren and Shaik's antics. Give Doren a flower and he'll turn it into an elaborate flower arrangement. Give Shaik a shot of whiskey and he'll down the whole bottle. BUT give these buggers a LEAF.... Ahhhhhh!

For my mum's 60th birthday, we named a new hybrid after her. It's internationally certified and cost my dad a BOMB. So the next time you see this at a flower show, don't be surprised that its called PARANENTHERA ANNIE PEREIRA. You can't really see the details in the picture, but it's a really pretty hybrid. Happy birrrdddaaayyy mummmeeeeee!

And last but not least, a nice quiet drink with some new friends at Zouk winebar. Didn't take a photo with everyone else cos they were all drunk. Here are the only three sober kids! Only Andrea missing from the picture... but she's enjoying herself in Japan! :P bleah

2007-11-28T11:49:00.000+08:00

Train Moral Terrorists

Giving up seats is more than a moral dilemma. It's an act of subjective judgement. For me, there seems to be a hierarchy of giving up seats: pregnant women, old ladies, parent with infant-in-arms, guy with one leg. I'd almost never give up my seat for a parent with one child (about 1-2 yrs old). Cos you know that they'll ALWAYS ask their child to sit, and the proceed to try to bend over awkwardly and attend to him. I mean come on, if you had any brains you'd sit and make your child sit ON you, right? I never had such luxuries when I was a kid. The bloody kid can learn to behave and stand still.

So the other day i was confronted with an even more complex dilemma. I was seated in the corner, and this couple with not one but TWO 1-2- year olds came in. The "good christian girl" next to me immediately got up (I say "good christian girl" cos she was reading her bible and writing her reflections in a notebook. She was so focused on it that she even wrote while standing up, balancing the book upside down on her thigh while holding onto the bar with the other hand and trying not to bump into people in the crowded train. You have to admire anyone with such a conviction).

But i digress. So what happens? the lady plomps her child on the seat, OF COURSE. Then they proceed to crowd around me and I began to feel an acute sense of social pressure to give up my seat as well. But being the stubborn ass that I am i was just adamantly defending my right to choose who to give up my seat to. I even made a conscious effort to look up at them so that I wouldn't be branded one of those people who "fall asleep" when there might be a chance that you have to give up your seat. Eventually they got off 5 stops later.

So is being a consciencious, courteous person of good moral character (christian or otherwise) mean you have to give up your seat to everyone? Darling Andrea thinks I should just give up my seat when faced with uncertainty. But if i live by that mantra, there's ALWAYS someone you have to give up your seat for! If there's no subjectivity in choosing, then there's no meaningful act of giving up. Why not just stand magnanimously proclaim that you've just given up your seat to the ENTIRE train? Why put yourself in a situation where you might have to give it up anyway? And what's with those stickers above your head that says "give up your seat to those who need it more"? Is that added institutionalized social pressure and stigma for non-compliance???

BAH. Maybe even terrorists need to sit.

2007-11-18T13:18:00.001+08:00

Stupid for you - Marie Digby

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2007-11-18T11:57:00.000+08:00

I've been reading this book and its absolutely scrumptious if you like reading about animals and life on our little blue planet. He gives a thousand and one examples of how evolution theory falls short in really explaining all the missing links between the so-called creation of superior species. Personally, i don't think this necessarily rules out the possibility of evolution, just that there are too many loopholes to account for the vibrant life we can see here. This book promotes Intelligent Design (not necessarily a "God" of any sort) and makes quite a persuasive argument. Here are some highlights.

excerpts from Billions of Missing Links, by Geoffrey Simmons M.D.

As "science", Darwinism must be subject to the scrutiny of the scientific method. The Scientific Method requires essentially 4 steps:
(1) Observation
(2)Hypothesis Formulation
(3) Prediction
(4) Testing of Predictions

from page 18 This is not about the faster rabbits escaping predators more easily, or the breeding of different dogs into another shape, size, trait, quality or look. Genetically speaking, a rabbit is still a rabbit, and a dog is still a dog. Survival of the fittest, on a short time line, is universally accepted. This is more about major transitions. No scientist has ever observed [...] a clam escaping from its shell and becoming an octopus, or a fish evolving into anything remotely similar to an amphibian, or a bear developing a blowhole on the top of its head and an anus along its belly as it went for a millennium-long swim (This blogger's note: This is one of the examples Darwin gave to support his theory). If Darwinian research cannot get past step 1, then step 4 can never be fulfilled. Even if fossils can be counted as step 1, there are no proven transitional species - and therefore still no step 4.

Often, millions of steps - links - are needed to compete a process or move a species to a more complex level. Where are these missing links?

from page 29 The bombardier beetle, for example, has many unexplained coincidences. This African insect can fire off two chemicals, hydrogen peroxide and hydroquinone, from separate storage tanks and rear jets. When the chemicals combine, they form a new chemical that burns the predator. The beetle can shoot these chemicals with an uncanny accuracy, as well, to either side, backward, or even forward, by swinging its tail under its abdomen. [...] Yet these chemicals are benign when stored separately at the back end of these beetles. How did this happen by accident? "Oops those two chemicals didn't work" (spoken by an intermediate species). "Mind if i try two others before you eat me?" Or "Could you stand a little taller so I can get you with my nozzles?" Keep in mind there are hundreds of thousands of chemicals on this planet to choose from, And even if the combo turned out to be perfectly right the first time, the beetles still needed a way to make them, store them, and fire them off.

The real links seem to be missing.

2007-11-13T00:13:00.001+08:00

People do the darnest things when they're in a crowded train.
Well, i guess, if you gotta go, you gotta go....

2007-11-05T15:26:00.000+08:00

... and we were all Yellow.

"We have laid down a policy that where books or films are detrimental to morals and come very close to being classified as "yellow culture", it follows logically that they will be banned" - S. Rajaratnam (The Straits Times, June 12, 1959)

"Yellow Culture... destroyed [young people's] sense of value, and corrode[d] their willingness to pay attention to serious thought" - Lee Khoon Choy (Speech delivered at the Rotary Club, 12 October 1967)

2007-11-04T00:50:00.000+08:00

FINAL SCORE
Arsenal 2:2 Man U

On the stroke of halftime, true to form Wayne Rooney slots one in past keeper Almunia who was beaten quite ridiculously at the near post after an absolutely blistering run down the right flank by Ryan Giggs.

Arsenal 0:1 Man U
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Almost immediately after kick-off Eboue's run to the byline draws out keeper Van der Sar who is in no-man's land. A brilliant cutback gives Fabulous Fabregas lots of time and space to slot a low volley into the left corner of the goal, with Rio Ferdinand sticking out a right leg half-heartedly on the goal-line.

Arsenal 1:1 Man U

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A brilliant blind pass from Louis Saha sent the Arsenal backline in complete disarray. Almunia caught in no-man's land, and Evra slots an easy one into the back of the net. Arsenal defenders left for dead.

Arsenal 1:2 Man U
(84th minute)
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The goal that broke Man U hearts: In the 92nd minute, Arsenal frontline floods the six yard box, pummeling van der sar's goal with close range shots. As the Arsenal players continued desperately to put the ball into the net, the referee has already given the goal: Gallas' initial effort had already crossed the line when the Man U keeper pushed it back out into the six yard box. Apologies to all those Man U fans who thought an away win at the emirates was a foregone conclusion. In the end, a fantastic match between the two of the leagues top two teams.

2007-10-17T15:16:00.000+08:00

It was a really nice wedding. The thing about Australia is you can get away with being wonderfully simple. The guest list was small and the wedding excellently cosy and manageable. I never bought into this whole Chinese parental thing where they have to invite Uncle Williams' Auntie's Niece's friend's friend's neightbour who owns a dog because they invited them for their cousins' wedding. Whole lot of hogwash. Guests had to buy their own drinks at the reception (but all guests got more than one glass of champagne free for the toasts), which you can get away with in Australia cos drinks are like $4. Try that in Singapore: No free flow Tiger?? Buy my own WHAT??? $12 for wine??? KNN!

But i digress. The ceremony took no more than 20 minutes. Short and sweet. The official photo-taking took 35 minutes. hilarious. Meanwhile, non-family could get drunk. It threatened to rain just before the ceremony. I prayed. It stopped. When we prayed over Gen and John, the shine shone particularly bright, and you could hear the gasps and god-praises. As soon as the last guest headed indoors for the lunch, the sky opened up and it rained buckets. Whether you believe in God or not is irrelevant: It was beautiful and blessed.

Melissa, Jassmin, The newly-weds Gen and John, Rel, me

The lunch setting. Pastries, Bread, heart-Cupcakes, Fruit, Chocolate.

A pancake and all-day breakfast main course.

Indian and angmoh deserts made by family and friends.

A personalized polaroid photo with your name to mark your place.

The lush garden and beautiful sunlight through glass all around you.

2007-10-15T13:20:00.000+08:00

Rel, Mel, Jass, and myself from the top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge (yes, Yan'an, there is such a thing other than the Opera house that people know about Sydney :P )The view from above was breathtaking. The jump suits were ridiculous, but the tour guide was refreshingly entertaining and worth every penny of the $170 i paid. The 3-plus hours we spent up there was tiring, but there was lotsa time for rest and to take in the sights. Our walk was coincidentally and wonderfully timed: A cruise ship passed below us on its voyage out, and we waved from the top of the bridge. Everyone was on deck, cheering, screaming, and waving back at us. Cute. We even got to see a crow's nest at the top with 3 "chicks" in it. I say "chicks" cos they were all friggin HUGE (almost as big as the parent!). The crows here make ours look like pussies, by the way.

This photo cost was "free". We weren't allowed to bring up cameras so they took photos for us at least 5 times. Of course, if we had wanted those photos it would cost us at least AUS $20 +++. Each. KNN!

Halfway down i was already thinking of my Toohey's New Extra Cold. A skooner and a pint. Mmmmm. AUS$3-4. How Knn cheap is that (For the unschooled, Toohey's is a local beer.)

It's good to be back to my bak chor mee, wanton mee, kway chap, and my 50cents Kopi-O. But i'm missing my bro, the fantastic aircon weather that LKY would die for Singapore to have (so it'll keep the workers working), and the fucking good breakfasts and latte.

*ps. YES, Andrea i missed you too lah, pok! hahaha :P

2007-10-09T16:21:00.001+08:00

You Give me Something (James Morrison)
By Marie Digby

2007-09-30T16:10:00.000+08:00

The new lifehouse album is, for lack of adjectives, good. Haven't decided if it's better than their previous self-titled album, but Who We Are has a good mix of sounds. Though a tad bit not as noisy as before, it appeals to a whole different range of senses. That's my vague review anyway.

I am bored with my blog template but soooo can't be bothered to change it.

Disarray

I've faced my demons
Wrestling these angels
to the ground
And all that
I could find
Was a thin line
between
All the saints
and villains
it was crossed in my own mind

Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what
I was looking for
Inside the disarray
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way

I’m struggling between the facts
and fiction
I’m alone
But I'm alive
Everyone around me
is trying
to make a statement
Then there's me
I’m just trying
to survive

If this was any other day
I'd pretend to know
where I stand
I just don’t know

2007-09-21T11:28:00.000+08:00

Absolutely Trashy.

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Hello boys,

Vim wants me to let the both of you know that your classic photo with Mart’s Japanese school-girl pose is now the wallpaper for his desktop. You have officially replaced the hot chick from Transformers. Way to go. Or it could also be mildly disturbing.

I-Lin.

2007-09-20T23:55:00.000+08:00

Khaki: Is it green or Brown?

Let's settle this stupid debate once and for all. For the record, Khaki (is):

Literally a color description given to yellow-brown, earth/dust tones or greenish tinged shades, the term khaki has also evolved to define a strong cloth made of cotton, worsted or linen yarns and man-made fiber blends. Now ubiquitous in casual wear, khakis were first used in uniforms by British armies during the Crimean War in 1853. The term Khaki is often used interchangeably with Chino.
www.lakelandssc.com/fashionalley/fashiongloss.htm

Originated in 1845 in India where British soldiers soaked white uniforms in mud, coffee, and curry powder to blend in with the landscape. Khakis made their debut in the US Navy in 1912 when they were worn by naval aviators, and were adopted for submarines in 1931. In 1941 the Navy approved khakis for on-station wear by senior officers, and soon after Pearl Harbor chiefs and officers were authorized to wear khakis ashore on liberty.
www.goatlocker.org/trivia.htm

Hence Khaki is an earthy, yellowish brown with a green tinge:

and NOT "GREEN" as a website claims this poncho is:

What it has evolved into is based on a false assumption of what khaki is (as in the colour), and its new role as a type of fibre (Khaki pants).

2007-09-17T18:01:00.000+08:00

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2007-09-14T13:47:00.000+08:00

The Most wasted day
is one in which
we have not laughed.

I-Lin's Birthday at Global Kitchen

Mart, I-lin and me. Doing the... actually, I have no idea what we're doing.
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I-Lin's new shoes. Damn nice right!
I didn't pick it.

It was all in all a fun night. I ate so much i felt like a stuffed baked potato. Incidentally, of late i have been looking like a stuffed baked potato as well, but that's beside the point. Hope you have a swell birthday I-lin dearest!

2007-09-04T16:23:00.000+08:00

Bored pet owners. Seriously.

Yes, yes, I know it's cruel, especially when idiot owners dress up their cats and dogs in ... well, DRESSES and boots and socks and shit in this goddamn hot Singaporean climate, but these were sooooooooooooooooo damn cute!!!!!!!!!!!! (and obviously not Singaporean cos somehow the Knight theme and the newt just don't fit into the conventional pet category of Singaporeans. For the record, I looked after my uncle's piranha before. Oh shit it's illegal isn't it? I mean, i DIDN'T look after my uncle's non-existent Piranhas. Really.)

Look at the little knight-man thing on his back! Hahahahaha!

This pose is just so great!! Freakin model training man! It's even got its claw on the Bat Brew pot!

and to pre-empt your question, it's cos i had a good class with very responsive and intelligent students today and hence the delirium. Thanks for listening. Reading. Whatever.

And in true H'annette-ian fashion I thus end off with an existential question:
Why do you read my blog?

2007-08-31T11:44:00.000+08:00

Serving Tong.

This is totally hilarious!

For the uninitiated, Tong (Chee Kiong, as he insists the girls call him) is my boss.
I think the manufacturers of the tongs must know him personally. Cos only idiots think "serving tongs" can come without the plural. That's like saying: Please pass me my spectacle. My glass. You know, that thing I put on my face to see things clearly lah! NB!
So i figure it just HAD to be intentional. And as you can see, I'm learning to take photos sideways like my god daughter Steph. Hahaha, yes this is how silly you look! :P

CocoTaki is a damn funny game. You should go play it at Settlers.

The three cuties we had dinner with at Waraku in Central (the proper restaurant, not the weird pasta place). They were absolutely hilarious. Can't let the one on the left into my house though.. IPS one. Got to hide all my "legitimate" PS2 games first. Hide? What hide? I don't have anything to hide! *twiddles thumbs*

The one on the right is the cutie Andrea got to have dinner with before Settlers *hur hur hur. Sorry ah. Picture a bit blur. Shit, where did my chin go! *&%&^$##! midnight bak chor mee. KNN!

2007-08-27T18:44:00.000+08:00

Just HAD to post this.

This picture is freakin hilarious Nick! Wahahhahahahahahaha!

Although the guy smiling at the back is a bit... ahem.

2007-08-22T11:58:00.000+08:00

I decided to do an analysis of the pick-up lines people submitted for Stomp.com The Best Pickup Lines contest. Needless to say, some were cliched, others were just lame. Like for instance, how did this win the grand prize???

"You must be a broom, cause you just swept me off my feet."

If the woman actually found it a wonderful thing to be referred to as a broom, maybe she's a MAID.

This one had potential, but if the girl doesn't get the humour in it, then you're doomed:

Drag ur own chair and put it beside her and says,"Is this seat
taken?"

And yes, he actually said "says" in the entry. This one is not bad either:

See my friend over there? He wants to know if you think I’m
cute

By far, these were the lamest man... hope you guys had much success!

Hello, can I check u please? I think u have some super magnet
on u. I get attracted to u even when you're really far...

If i buy you a drink, will you return my heart back to me?

The only thing your eyes haven't told me is your name.

Hi! My dog just ran away. Would you be kind enough to help me
search for it together?

like whaaaaaaat???? hahahahahhahaa

2007-08-21T12:00:00.000+08:00

A couple drove down a country road for several miles,
not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument
and neither of
them wanted to concede their position.
As they passed a barnyard of mules,
goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"
"Yep," the wife replied , "in-laws."

*sigh* when am i going to master the ability for responses like that, quick on the draw?
Paul Heelas emailed me to ask what happened to me. That's a good sign i think, that he's quite excited to work with me. I hope that translates to some cash $$$ incentive! The UK is bloody expensive. Think i have to import maggie mee if i go over.

Have a meeting with Saroja and gang later. Zzzzzz. At the least the evening is looking up. But then again, I've never really appreciated watching plays that were in Mandarin or some other chinese language and I had to read the subtitles at the side. It was bad enough when i was sitting in the front row of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon and had to move my head right to left when the characters were swinging from the right to left of the panoramic widescreen, all while reading the subtitles from left to right. I think i mastered the art of reading subtitiles backwards to be more efficient, if anything.

2007-08-08T17:11:00.000+08:00

WAH LAN.

Are JC and secondary school students not getting proper guidance on the Project Work or what???? Today some jc kids emailed the ENTIRE freakin sociology department their interview questions. How fucking indescriminate is that???? To make things worse, the so-called interview questions were practically their research questions, not even proper interview questions. In other words, if any one of us answered the questions (and they asked us to do so with "sufficient elaboration"), we would have actually done the entire project for them. What do we get in return? They would be "immensely grateful". How sweet.

Another group from our -ahem- "ivy league" boys' schools came to conduct a face-to-face interview with my colleague. Didn't even introduce themselves nor their research project, just that it's "...something about class and stratification", and promptly conducted the interview with a video camera. When asked why they needed the v-cam, they said: "for recording purposes". Like helloooo... that's like "why do you want to buy a drink from the shop?" Ans: "Because I want to drink." KNN! In the end, they admitted that it was actually for a documentary, NOT for mere "recording purposes". Didn't even bother asking for permission. In the end my colleague demanded they erase the recording and not use his interview in their research.

Where's the fucking research ethics? My God! What the heck are the schools teaching???? the syllabus is disturbingly inadequate and slipshod. They're going out there to do project work but without any fucking clue what they're doing! I sincerely hope that these are just isolated cases. But judging from the numerous emails we've been receiving in the past few months, i seriously don't it.

2007-07-26T14:36:00.000+08:00

Have A Nice Day!

(by Stereophonics)

Many many photos i needed to upload eons ago, so doing it now!
It's a nice day, cos I'm HOME HOME HOME!!!
heeee heeeee hurrrrrr hurrr hhahaha ho ho ho wheee!!

my cousin Wesley after his operation
(which is after his bike accident
where some KNN emergency lift rescue guy smashed
the side of his van into my cousin's bike).
He has to wear diapers! Buahahahaha!
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At Cafe Iguana celebrating H'annette's birthday.
Her boyfriend trying to be cute. Hahhaha!
TOooO much MarGaRITA huh?!?!! tsk tsk tsk
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Saw this on the MRT.. couldn't resist taking a picture.
It's a freakin' leopard bag lor!!! wazlanz!!
Steph... i know you surely like! :P
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Goodbye Elaine Ho!!!!!
Yes, you made a silly face on PURPOSE ok!
Don't pretend!
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PS. In case you didn't realize,
if you click on the title of this post you get a surprise!
While link lasts though. ;)

2007-07-19T16:17:00.000+08:00

A Shameless Threadless Advertisement.

The Threadless tees are damn nice lah! Damn cool original designs some more. Why can't we have better tee shirt companies here that print to order stuff like these? And i'm not talking about toopid "bring your own picture and i iron on for your school orientation camp" type of tee shirt kiosks u find at the malls and such. I'm talking good grade 100% cotton tees that you can actually breathe in, and A+ designs that screams 'OMFG that shirt is so coooool.'

Go check it out! Click on the link on the left (under 'worthy clicks'). You'll prob find something you like. Hint: As with other things, shipping is cheaper the more you buy but only when you SHARE the order with other people (shipping does get cheaper for one person, but it makes no diff cos it still adds to your individual cost. Shipping is never free). So get the gang together before buying it, then divide shipping among everyone equally. You'll suffer less.

2007-07-16T12:08:00.000+08:00

Sure, this is common expected behavior from homophobes. And you all know I am very liberal when it comes to gay rights and religion. But I've re-read the passage, and the arguments presented by yawningbread.org in the article 'Indiana billboard vandalised' seem forced at best. I mean, it's one thing to argue "would Jesus discriminate?", which i wholly support, than to attempt a precise interpretation of the bible, specifically Matthew 8:5-13 as evidence of gay couple affirmation. Just because the gospel of Luke talks about the marginalized and Jesus challenging established temple/church rules, it does not necessarily follow that therefore the centurian and his servant were getting it on in the bedroom.

As CS says "Why would a centurion be so concerned about his servant? Why would a centurion say to a Jewish teacher that he is undeserving of that teacher coming into his house? Unless of course one begins to wonder if the servant and the centurion had a special relationship which was common in Roman times (i.e. a homosexual relationship). If that is the case then the Jewish elders were using his helpfulness to the community as a justification for why he deserved their help, despite his "unacceptable" relationship with his servant. "

Is that the only possibility? Sure, it's possible, but the logic is far-fetched. In this case, the generality and vagueness of the church's interpretation, that is the Centurian thinks himself unworthy in the presence of this miracle man, Jesus, understanding/believing in his higher authority (as the Centurian clearly states in the chapter), is 100 times more believable.

2007-07-12T20:48:00.000+08:00

This one's for Little Miss H'awesome.

"Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, the eyes, the eyes, not around the eyes, don't look around my eyes, look into my eyes, you're under. I have not been taking your underwear home, putting it on in my bedroom and then parading up and down in front of the mirror going (running his hands over his body) 'Oh, oh, oh, oh'. Three, two, one... You're back in the room."

2007-07-11T16:38:00.000+08:00

Does anyone else think Alex Tan Tuan Loy deserves a finger up his arse?

I don't know why I read the forum anymore. It just reminds me how tooopid some people are. And it is just so unbearable. So, so unbearable. His letter was in response to Janadas Devans' article on "Can mum, mum and kids make a family" - ST, July 7. The article basically brings up the "myth" of the "good" traditional family, gives examples of how so-called deviant families can be as "good" for family life, or in fact be better than traditional family forms. He uses statistics to show abuse rates, break up of traditional family forms, etc.

And Mr Alex TTL just didn't get it. Granted, he brings up some reasonable "logical extreme" arguments, but for fucks' sake, don't you know that many good arguments are much more subtle and sophisticated than that?? (no of course not, why am I even asking you such a difficult question). Taking things "to a logical extreme" without proper thought of the content and aim of the piece is an act of absolute moronism. After ranting and raving through Devan's poor logical extremes, he gives absolutely NO reason why we should favour a traditional family form over others.

So, Mr Alex TTL, the logical extreme of your letter is: "The traditional family based system is acceptable because i think so. No need to prove. It just is. No need demographics, no need studies. I think therefore it is. So believe me. I am right. Devan is wrong. Gays are wrong. Because i said so."

CONGRATULATIONS. You have won the not-so-coveted Moron Award®. Let's through out demographics, studies, statistics, and LOGICAL THINKING altogether. Let's not question "acceptibility", let's just accept it as is BECAUSE you said so. BRILLIANT. It makes me want to be a moron too. How inspiring. CCB!

2007-07-11T16:01:00.001+08:00

-The Answer-
I believe you are the answer
to every tear I've cried
I believe that you are with me
My rising and my light
Give me strength when I am weary
Give me hope when I can't see
Through the crosses I must carry
Lord, bind my heart to Thee
That when all my days are over
And all my chores are done
I may see Your risen glory
Forever where You are.
-Corrinne May-

2007-07-08T22:28:00.001+08:00

My words paraphrased in the guise of a direct quotation, and enshrined in the print of local media. KNN! Since when am I 29???? And how did I come to serve in the executive committee for 5 Yrs in a 1 yr-term term of office??? Siao!

Scary thing is the next day my friend from ISD (although i'm not supposed to know he's from ISD cos if you ask he'll tell you he's doing marketing or something, but everyone knows cos we all went for interviews and stuff. Duh!) smses me to tell me:

hey just wanted to say 'good for you' for your comments on CSS.
It was an interesting article.

What the heck is 'good for you' !??! ARRRRRRrrrrunawayrunaway!

2007-07-05T17:31:00.000+08:00

A Malay Wedding

It was quite an experience. I've not been to a malay wedding before, although i've seen many under void decks in my estate and all over Singapore. It was an interesting set-up, especially the eating. It's a good thing I'm used to eating with my hands (although they provided utensils) having a Peranakan mum. Washing my hands at the table via tea pot (some guy comes up to you with a plastic tea pot with water and pours it onto your hand - water drains to a separate recepticle placed below your hand) was definitely an experience. The bryani was guuuuuud. Think it was best service i've ever had, restaurants included. Apart from two of the caterer's helpers, the bride and groom's family helped out with too! Nothing beats "relative" hospitality.

It was quite interesting to see Bryan Turner snapping away furiously with his camera and musing about the cultural specificities of a typical malay wedding... at first I thought it was quite funny, a typical white man taking photos like a tourist. But then i realised... dammit, i should have brought my camera, especially since my knowledge of the workings of such a wedding is limited. Oh well... we learn new things everyday.

2007-07-04T16:33:00.000+08:00

You Are Loved (Don't Give Up)

Don't give up

It's just the weight of the world

When your heart's heavy

I will lift it for you
Don't give up

Because you want to be heard

If silence keeps you

I will break it for you

Everybody wants to be understood

Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved

Don't give up
Because you are loved

Don't give up

It's just the hurt that you hide

When you're lost inside

I'll be there to find you
Don't give up

Because you want to burn bright

If darkness blinds you

I will shine to guide you

Everybody wants to be understood

Well I can hear you
Everybody needs to be loved

Don't give up
Because...you are loved

Don't give up

It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up

Everyone needs to be loved
You are loved

-josh groban-

2007-06-22T11:55:00.001+08:00

The MM Concert 2007

Fanks y'all for the happy memories.

2007-06-19T09:07:00.000+08:00

Goodness. Whatever will they think of next?

First, they paint a fly on your urinal so that idiots can aim at it and increase the chance of not peeing on the floor or the rim, much to the chagrin of everyone else who, by the way, do it themselves in selfish retaliation. And someone please tell me how people actually manage to pee on top of the freakin urinal??? Sheesh. Mummy, are there really people out there with dicks on their faces?

I don't think this idea in the picture will work though... people might end up laughing or get a hard-on, and you know they'll end up peeing all over the place anyway. Which man actually wants someone watching, male or female, when he's having a pee?? Hellooooo... perve alert!

Reminds me of a documentary I saw on TV about some shop in the red-light district in Japan where there are pictures of females in various positions on the wall, with a hole either where her mouth or vagina is supposed to be. So you pay the many, many yen, whip out mister happy, put it in the hole, and let the lady - or so you think - in the hidden corridor behind the wall work her magic with her little hands. The shop owner is so considerate... he even installed metal bars for the customers to hold on to (seeing how most of them are very old Japanese men and may need to hang on to dear life...)

To add to the perve, check THIS out. Although they only ship within Japan, apparently you can get them to send it to our very own vpost in Japan and they'll send it here for you. It's a whopping S$1,700. I suggest you go to Geylang - at least 17 times assuming its S$100 a pop - if you're that desperate.

I guess I answered my own question in this post.

2007-06-15T18:19:00.001+08:00

Everyone I know is getting married.

2007-05-26T23:14:00.000+08:00

Poke.

Found some random photos so i just decided to upload 'em.

The good old times in the Masters Room. Vivien, Sahoo (Oi, Bastard!), Sa-Sa Lim, Tomas aka the bald aussie train, Suety, and me pretending to be in the workers party (work? what's work? duh...). Now, before you go on thinking i hate Sahoo too, bastard is actually a term of endearment between us. Don't ask me why... He started it, the bastard. Hahaha! And that poster in the background? It's a product of the Rasterbator. It enlarges and divides your photos into separate A4 size sheets so you can put it up on a wall. Power stuff.

An amusing Daniel at Grapevine... bitterssssssssss -hick!- lemon bittterrrssss hick! hick! i need- hick! - lemon bitt-hick!-errssssss!

Andrea saw a box in Genting that had the word "POLIS" on it and found it amusing that Malaysia had "Police in a box". Well, for you disbelieving lot, here is evidence that Singapore ALSO Boleh!

And finally, a poster I did when i was an undergraduate, many, many years ago... Lili! Do you remember this??!!?

2007-05-23T17:15:00.000+08:00

I printed this out and pasted it on our office door. I think it's quite apt: three tutors in one room, the bastions of this so-called production of knowledge. Unfortunately, knowledge is not the same as wisdom (cos then we'd have a much simpler job), but at least we can cast out the fabled demons of stupidity. Or at least, we all hope our work is not in vain.

I wonder if Paul Heelas will be moderately impressed with my work. It would be great to learn from a brilliant scholar of religion, although the living expenses in Lancaster would undoubtedly kill me. I doubt i will be able to get funding for the first year either. *sigh. The perils of my chosen profession. Stephanie has dibbs to sleep on my bedroom floor or the toilet seat for when she comes to visit.

The office is quiet nowadays. No students, no noise. Somethings you miss when they're not around. I will seriously regret saying that when Orientation camps start and idiots run past you in the corridors with faces painted, screaming in mandarin and what-not. Bah!

2007-05-21T14:02:00.000+08:00

I want to complain about

(1) Bitches who do the bare minimum of work, kiss the boss' ass and suck his cock, then have the audacity to collect a reward and credit for it at the expense of everyone else who worked extremely hard. Then they laugh it off when you scold them.

(2) Bosses who find it amusing that I complain about such people as if it's a big joke, then probably plan on asking me to help out again at the next major event. (Well, you can FORGET it. Ask (1) to do it for you.)

(3) Ah Bengs who call your house three times in a row, ask the same thing in freakin mandarin, even though it's the SAME voice telling them: Oi you don't understand me is it?!?? WRONG NUMBER", and repeating the same answer: Oh wrong number is it? OK lah!"

KNNBCCB.

2007-05-16T16:30:00.000+08:00

The New Single 'Makes Me Wonder' by Maroon5 is... groovy, sexy, hot.

I wake up with blood-shot eyes

Struggled to memorize

The way it felt between your thighs

Pleasure that made you cry

Feels so good to be bad

Not worth the aftermath, after that

After that

Try to get you back

I still don't have the reason

And you don't have the time

And it really makes me wonder

If I ever gave a f**k about you

Give me something to believe in

Cause I don't believe in you

Anymore, Anymore

I wonder if it even makes a difference to try(Yeah)

So this is goodbye

God damn, my spinning head

Decisions that made my bed

Now I must lay in it

And deal with things I left unsaid

I want to dive into you

Forget what you're going through

I get behind, make your move

Forget about the truth

And you told me how you're feeling

But I don't believe it's true

Anymore, Anymore

I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry(Oh no)

So this is goodbye

I've been here before

One day a week

And it won't hurt anymore

You caught me in a lie

I have no alibi

The words you say don't have a meaning Cause..

I still don't have the reason

And you don't have the time

And it really makes me wonder

If I ever gave a f**k about you and I...

and so this is goodbye

2007-05-15T13:32:00.000+08:00

Finding myself
at a loss for words
and the funny thing is
it's okay
the last thing i need
is to be heard
but to hear
what you would say

Finding myself
in the midst of you
beyond the music
beyond the noise
all that I need
is to be with you
and in the quiet
hear your voice

Word of God speak
would you pour down like rain
washing my eyes to see
your majesty
To be still and know
that you're in this place
Please let me stay and rest
in your holiness
Word of God Speak.

2007-05-15T13:19:00.000+08:00

... Doh!

My dad should really stop going on and on about religion. He says the same things again and again to the point that i've given up saying "oh, it's the "religion is between you and your God" story again, or "here he goes on about how comparing the 4 gospels will show show that the bible stories place Jesus at different places at the same time", but I've given his stories numbers. Oh God NO, it's #9. I can even anticipate when #4 or #7 is coming up next by following the logical flow of the conversation.

Sure, he makes logical sense, but it's getting stale and boring. It seems like he must go through this entire process just to assure himself that what he's doing (ie going for mass) is justifiable to his "rational" sense.

Some things are just meant to be simple and not talked about, especially if you have found your own peace about your faith and belief. Why go around telling people your justification at the expence of theirs? Maybe that's the whole point... maybe he's not found his peace.

I just get so sick of hearing about it.

2007-05-10T13:57:00.000+08:00

OMFG This is SOOOO Funny!!!

Dear white fella,

A couple of things you should know:

When I born, I am black

When I grow up, I am black

When I go in sun, I am black

When I cold, I am black

When I scared, I am black

When I sick, I am black

And when I die, I am still black.

You white fella,

When you born, you are pink

When you grow up, you are white

When you go in sun, you are red

When you cold, you are blue

When you scared, you are yellow

When you sick, you are green

And when you die, you are grey.

And you call me colored?

courtesy of Karen and colleagues :)

2007-05-05T15:32:00.000+08:00

Do you remember when things were so much simpler?

.... i remember.

.

BITCH.

2007-05-05T14:45:00.000+08:00

Ignore the top line in this comic and change "lawyers" to "women colleagues" and you'll find the key rant in this post.

I finally realize why people say women bosses are the worst. And why all-women companies are bitch-pits and recipes for disaster. Working with some female colleagues this past 3 years has been the worst experience of my life. Ok, not all of them are hopeless. I dare say it's only a handful out of the hundreds that i've worked with over the years that are the bad apples. But it's become painfully apparent to me that the worst of the lot are 1000 times worse than any egotistical male in power. And i seriously doubt its because i'm a male (so feminists, back the F off this post and save your comments for injustices more worthy of your time and "effort").

Working on this current project has been infuriating. One just pulled out last minute without a reason and care. All of them just don''t reply emails, even ones with the line "PLEASE REPLY TO ACKNOWLEDGE, EVEN IF IT'S THE WORD "OK". Like frivolous emails like "we're screening a video next week" get replies. WHAT THE FUCK is your priority!

The biggest culprit acts all big in front of the Head of Dept, as if willingly taking on the mantel of organizing the entire project ("How about we do this cos i think... yes that's a brilliant idea sir, and i think i can do that...") , takes on loads of work ("ok i'll do this, and this, and this, shane you get this done, dan you get that done and we're set"), but at the end of the day, NOTHING is done. After a second meeting, the rest of us do out part, but she panics cos she has done fuck-all, and she frantically RE-CIRCLES all the "To Do" things she put in her freakin notebook, but NOTHING is done again. The sheer incompetence! Ask if she got the emails... she says "uh, you sent me an email? what was it about i forgot?" If you're such a scatterbrain, why do you pretend you can do so many things and get us involved in doing so much shit but NOT do your OWN fucking work??!! Chao chee bai!

Don't you understand that we are all working together? that we all need to know what you are doing so on that day you won't just turn up and say "oops"? That if you don't do your work or do a half fuck job, you fuck up the ENTIRE project?And if something goes wrong, i am SO sure i'm going to take all the flak.

I apologise. Maybe it's just incidental that these people (and more unmentioned here) are female. Maybe they're just fucking IDIOTS to work with.

If i can the blame, I won't go down quietly. I'll make sure your reputation is destroyed before i go down. I promise you that.

2007-05-01T11:17:00.000+08:00

Someone wrote a letter to the forum today saying he and his family were "very concerned" about MM Lee's comments on 'liberalizing' laws regarding homosexuality. Paraphrased: "Singapore is a wholesome place. One does not find pornography sold openly in a neighbourhood shop. Singapore faces a declining birthrate and legalizing homosexuality would compound this problem, given that homosexual couples do not reproduce.What would it be like to have a homosexual teach our children that it is normal to be gay? Homosexuals lead a promiscuous and hedonistic lifestyle. What else can you expect when you do not have children to live for or be in a loving and commited relationship? This increases the risk of STDs etc."

Sigh. Jonathan Cheng Hern Sinn, I truly wish there were wolves and other large predators.

What the heck is a KNN "wholesome" place, you COCK! Let me take you to Geylang, Joo Chiat, Paramount Hotel, Tanjong Pagar. Can't find porn? It just means (1) you're a moron and (2) obviously if you don't look for something you won't find it anyway. And promiscuity? Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there. Just because you're a member of the majority "straight" fuckwits doesn't give you a right to just ignore the problems of humanity in general (although it damn well gives you the power to). Take that fucking plank out of your eye before you judge others.

What would it be like to have someone teach your kid "deviant" values? Is to acknowledge the diversity of human preference as bad as say, someone teaching your kid to take drugs, smoke, go binge drinking, cut themselves, fuck around? I seriously doubt it. It's just your "East vs West" naive fucking mentality that's got your panties in a bind.

And your logic that Children = love and commmitment = prevention of STDs is SO FUCKING NAIVE i wanted to puke blood this morning when i read your letter. Hey i've got a great idea. Pull your head out of your ass (oh wait.. i forgot, you're too wholesome - take it out of the sand then) and read the statistics on family and divorce and STDs and see how many of those motherfuckers are MARRIED with CHILDREN, you goddamn judgemental wholesome PIG! By the way, I'm assuming you don't break the law by allowing your wife to give you a blowjob or you to go down on her, cos the "homosexual law" that you're referring that entails and encompasses that, extending to Almighty and Morally-High straight pricks like us, you know?

AAARRRGGGHHH...Idiots infuriate me!!! (hahah althought... It's rants like this that make people think i'm a closet gay!) I hope to God my students will never, ever, think this... cos i will absolutely go beserk on them.

KAH NEE NAH!

2007-04-28T13:05:00.000+08:00

Please stop the hypocrisy.

Today's news had a snippet on one Police Coast Guard officer and one NS beat cop charged for corruption. The former took bribes from cigarrette smugglers and DVD pirates, and the latter took sexual favours from massage parlour girls, both in exchange for tip-offs on raids that were conducted by their respective divisions. Sharrod was just complaining to me about "...those bloody overpowered wankers... hate their guts!", and it got me thinking. This is not the first time that i've heard of corrupt cops who take bribes. On a related note, it's not the first time any of us have heard about slow, sluggish, administrators in government bodies either.

Want to claim $20 from some gahmen organization whose branch is in Tampines? Fill in this form. Then take a bus to Jurong and get it stamped and approved. Then hop on an MRT to Dhoby Ghaut and pay $2 for administrative charge. Then send the form to Tampines and wait. After 3 weeks, they'll blame each other for "losing" your form. And if you make enough noise, it's amazing! The woman at the counter can do it in 30 mins without you going ANYWHERE. If you came around often enough and "flirted" with the auntie, you'd get it done in the first place in 15 minutes.

And the gahmen in all its pragmatic wisdom says we should pay ministers more for efficiency and non-corruptability? Piss off. Hogwash. Bullshite. You want that, peg your pay rise to the pay rise of the people on the ground who actually do the fuckin work. Don't just pay decision makers and make that your moral highground. By the same token, please pay those bloody police officers and admin and clerical staff so they won't feel like disgruntled, underpaid, exploited workers who will do everything to make your life miserable as an exercise of some kind of power in their relatively unpowered lives. So they won't go for free massage, or get bootleg DVDs and ciggies at our expence.

2007-04-15T22:38:00.000+08:00

Here's a summary of Father Paul's sermon today:

(1) The holy spirit gives old people dreams and young people a premonition of the future. Old people don't get the premonition part cos they're preparing for the end anyway.

(2) You don't have to go for confession for your sins to be forgiven because God has already forgiven your sins if you are repentant... for example, if you die before the priest gives you your last rites, your sins will still be forgiven. THEREFORE your sins are already forgiven before you go for confession.

(3) Let me tell you a story... there was a bird who stayed in a cave because there was a storm outside... therefore you should not be frightened and hide like the apostles, but go out and boldly proclaim the risen Lord.

Will someone please make priests write out and read out their sermons to each other before they come out to the pulpit and tell grandfather stories!!!! *goodgodgrumblegrumblegosh. At the end, it's all about big business... in the wisdom of Rodney Stark, let me say that this a clear failure of providing adequate spiritual goods and services for your customers (ie. me). Such is bad marketing. TSK

In other news, one of my students gave me a box of chocs and truffles... and it's from his own business! wah... such enterprising students. You should check out the pictures (see the link "juliustruffles" in the sidebar)... and yes, they look as good as in the picture on the blog. Here are a couple of pics, though the quality not so good here... the truffles really are GOOD. Go buy!

2007-04-09T12:57:00.000+08:00

The Awesome Friday

Yup, had an awesome friday. Went down to Timbre to meet the old honours gang and watch the first set of Timmy. One pilot, one stewardess, 3 teachers (primary, secondary, uni), 2 bummers (bah! i jealous!) and one gahmen worker. What a quirky combination.

For those of you who haven't heard Timmy, please oh please ditch EIC for once in your life and go watch them.. they are waaaay better. The electric guitarist is DAMN funny (I've dumbed him "underperformer"). He's got this absolutely dead-pan face when he's playing, doesn't move, doesn't dance... the most he'll allow is really small nods of his head when it's a challenging song to play. But you can tell it's not that he's bored. Put him next to the lead who's a good performer and the bassist who jumps around at every song (aka "overperformer") and you've got a great front trio. The drummer... he's in a league of his own.

But i digress. I finally met Brenda's love.. yes, folks, he's not just a figment of her imagination, as many of us have surmised. I've met him in stages... first saw his picture, then saw his shoulder (cos i was in the back seat of the car), and that night I finally saw him from the front this time. I poked him in the arm just to be sure. Yep... poke poke... really here. Man, you drive like a PILOT. Had to put on my seatbelt cos Andrea and I kept sliding from the left to the right of the car. hahahha.. thanks! Like roller coaster!

Anyway, nah. Pictures.

Brenda and Satish (is that how you spell it?? ....Sorrry!!!!)

Brenda trying to flirt with Yuling on the other side of the table while Queen plays in the background. Not very successful. :P

Kenneth, Lili (my watch is nice OK! Pig! bleah), and Yuling

2007-04-05T17:18:00.000+08:00

'nuff said.

2007-04-02T12:11:00.000+08:00

The effects of rabid online shopping and porn-watching.

We all engage in myth-making. My grandparents started my fascination with it by telling me "Boy, if you don't finish your rice you will get a wife with lots of pok-marks on her face!" If i had been wiser (or had a death wish) then i would have said "Use SK II lah!". Or in Church where those darnest catechism teachers said "Don't bite Jesus (the holy communion) otherwise painful and blood will come out" cos they didn't want the kiddies to be chewing on the sacred object like so much popcorn or Calbee potato chips. Like I'm sure Jesus would prefer to be slowly pre-dissolved in a vat of acids than quick, painless chomps. And if you've never seen a 60 year old woman chase someone around the house screaming pantang! pantang! then just you wait till i touch my aunt's shoulder when she's playing mahjong.

My dad had a more rational approach to myth-making. "If you sing or hum at the table, you will get ulcers on your lip." And when I instinctively hummed (it was Katrina and the Waves' Walking on Sunshine, how could I resist??), he punched me on the cheek just near my mouth. Cut my lip on my tooth, and lo and behold! 3 days later i had an ulcer.

So you can imagine my eyes rolling over the weekend when i was reading responses about the anti-smoking ad shown above. Someone actually argued "they used a model, this person isn't real, so they're fabricating the consequences of smoking". Goodness, that logic is so flawed, please lean over here so I can slap you. Yes, it is a fact that it's a gross ad and they used a model. Like i'm sure if you were suffering from the abovementioned illness, you'd altruistically love to put your face on hundreds of adboards for everyone to learn from your bad habits.

Do these people actually think before they write stuff to the forum for Singaporeans to see that you're a complete moron?? Some people may think about smoking after seeing the ad; some may not. That's just the way it is. If you expect 100% response from all the actions you initiate, then you shouldn't be acting at all cos it's an impossibility. If you respond negatively, I would say that validates the poster campaign. A mark of a poor anti-smoking campaign is that noone notices it at all, not that people react badly to it for some personal reason. The whole point IS personal discomfort, you moron.

Wake up your bloody ideas. KNN!

2007-03-30T15:25:00.000+08:00

WHAT THE FUCK.

2007-03-28T15:52:00.000+08:00

The Attainable Tong-ian Checklist

A Comprehensive checklist to your evolution to the dark side of the force.
This lists the do-able tasks you must undertake to become a full-fledged Tong-ian
(biological incidences of the small hand variety are considered un-doable).

1. Study Sociology/Anthropology - a
2. Major in Sociology of Religion - a
3. Learn the native call ... "Ooorrrrhhhhh!" - a
4. Drink at the Guild almost everyday from 5pm - a
5. Get a pinched nerve that renders your left arm totally useless - a
6. Blame everyone around you for your pinched nerve - a
7. Become Dean. Get kicked out of dean's office
8. Take students salsa "dancing"
9. Send people to do your fieldwork, publish, then bitch about people who critique you for it.
10. Be a single-handicapper
Oh no!!! Fuck man, I'm on my way... this KNN pinched nerve! It's all Grace's fault... make me carry her stuff *grumble...

2007-03-27T19:24:00.000+08:00

In the words of AN-Nette, 300 was h'awesome. Andrea kept asking me why, why, O why did he missss??? (Ok, she didn't really say why, O why. I added the 'O' to replace the umpf. Ok she didn't really use umpf either.) I kept saying "Cos it was symbolic." Symbolic that Xerxes, I-am-the-so-totally-gay-god, can bleed? Guess that wasn't a real good reason. Throughout the show I was like hey look, it's Faramir! But noone paid attention. They kept saying shhh. Hmpf.

At 7am this morning, I spent 20 minutes trying to cough up this farking piece of phlegm stuck in my throat... nah beh, my dad thought i was trying to cough up my liver, and i think i woke my mum with all the ruckus. I need to be well. Think i need a prescription for more Glenmorangie. hmmmm.... single malt....

Tomorrow, I think i shall ask Crys if she is feeling better. She looked pretty down the last time I saw her.

2007-03-20T11:16:00.000+08:00

It's been a hard week:
So gimme your ball and a hug too, thanks

Let's see... i'm eating sausage mcmuffin with egg MEAL.. in my office, on a Tueday. Why is it these fukwits don't have sausage mcmuffin withOUT egg MEAL? Do they feel it's the sin of omission or what?? Got damn it i like my sausage mcmuffin pure. I'm a purist when it comes to food. I eat things pure. That is, purely junk. Am I making sense (of society)? Can you tell that i've been in the office too much? I need a vacation. I need sunday morning. Where O Where has my sunday gone? Bloody Arsenal lost again... fucking Aliah-dee-air missed an absolute sitter. Cock head! Fucking commentator can't even pronounce him name some more. Very difficult MEH?? Useless!... but at least Andy Johnson scored. Always a dilemma for me when they play Everton (cos they're my fav "underdog" team). *sigh

But i digress. Reminds me of the time my uncle who is rather gay-ish and into low carbo diet (although these days he's lapsed into being more realistic) wanted to buy chicken rice and he said he only wanted chicken no rice. The Chicken rice guy (henceforth referred to as "Chickie") wanted to charge him $4 and give him a plate of chicken, but my uncle said "no, just the $2.50 chicken rice, same amount of chicken, even if it's 3 small pieces, that's fine. Just no rice." And Chickie didn't want to sell it to him. I'm like... wtf right? So he said ok, just give me the $2.50 chicken rice. When my uncle got his order, he took an empty bowl, put his 4 pieces of chicken inside, and chucked the rice back in Chickie's face and said "nah, you waste rice, you throw for me." Damn fool!

So ya, then point is, they should have sausage mcmuffin MEAL ... and hold the egg.

2007-03-11T13:22:00.000+08:00

Went for a conference this weekend. It was a really good symposium on Religion. So good even my ex-principal Sr. Maria Lau was there. I asked her if she remembered calling me from one end of the corridor to the other where she was, just so i could pick up a piece to paper next to her foot. Yeah, i carry a grudge... Scum!

Anyway... there was this guy was into Academic S&M... by that i mean, he kept asking the stupidest questions, but kept thinking he was SO brilliant. He kept harping on Margaret Chan's presentation of Tang Ki, by saying "why you never operationalize the term 'higher education'" because she used the Singapore Census to show that there was a correlation between those deemed "lower education" and those who practice Tang Ki. You COCK! Obviously she's not saying only stupid people practice tang ki, she's making an astute demographic observation! IDIOT! Poor Margaret was so exasperated and had to repeat herself (cos he asked the question not once but twice). Despite the audience laughing at his obvious stupidity, he asked for more questions on his presentation, then proceeded to NOT answer the question but telling a really uninteresting story that might as well have been about Do-Re-Mi elves.

Wa lau. If it were me i'd have been on him like he was a grain of rice in a paper cup in a snowstorm. TSK.

2007-03-04T21:33:00.000+08:00

Read about some idiots who were complaining on ST and STOMP about this couple making out in the MRT. And the primary squeeler was some guy called Mr Mohammad. I shan't even bother making an obvious observation here. (Let's not even get into the fact that he said rather bigottedly "I worked in the States for 5 years and this is common there... but we should not allow it to happen here." Let me guess... pure and conservative "Asian" Values versus "decadent Western" values? Jesus Christ, save me now.)

I mean, what the heck lah? How is that news? We're beginning to sound more and more like a small town in freakin Wisconsin (no offence to Wisconians). You know, headlines like "Mrs Mason drops wedding ring in drain: Plumber Piper saves the day." I mean, come on for fuck's -if not God's - sake, it's like we've been so devoid of vocalizing anything politically meaningful for so many years that mundane things like kids making out in trains and cinemas are becoming something for the ministers to attend to.

What happened to the good old days of elders keeping juniors in line? If a child misbehaves, just fuck him! I grabbed one by the arm once because he kept hitting me on the head with his balloon in mac's. i guess his mum was blowing someone off at the other end of the restaurant. I was damn patient. The third time he hit me i grabbed him firmly by the arm, dragged him closer, and said calmly and loudly in his ear: "Do that again, and I will DESTROY you." He dropped his balloon and never came back. One teen was fucking around on the escalator and causing me and everyone behind me grief so i screamed "IDIOT!". And he scurried off. Of course, you pick your battles. Fucking someone from a bunch of ah beng gangsters is just stupidity, not discipline. Leave that kind of control to the cops or another ah beng gang.

Turning this sorta thing into something newsworthy, is not only an issue of "oh we can't be politically active so we find an alternative", but it's degraded to the fact that many Singaporeans have evolved subconsciously to actually believe that such issues are politically important. Please folks, wake up your ideas lah. Forget all these noisy shiny crap. When you encounter such things, just look away or deal with it. Don't waste newspaper ink. In the words of my army RSM, Let them know who's in charge. When in doubt, just fuck.

2007-02-24T15:23:00.000+08:00

Evidence that watching soccer is "fun" for all ages.

Hahaha! My "multi-racial" family (on my mother's side aka "Hokkien" pengs) celebrating what i remember as the most memorable CNY reunion dinner... watching SOCCER! Malay, Eurasian, and Chinese all on one couch. Only missing aneh. Ok lah, but then again, my cousins are half aneh. So i guess that settles it. hahaha how cool is that right? I guess it's good that my mum wasn't there too cos she's liable to dictate what goes on the tv (even though it's not her house). Empress Dowager now and forever lah she ahhahaa.

Mum woke me up today at 10am when i intended to sleep in, and she said "it's late morning! Time to wake up, not sleep!" So just now i woke her up when she was 10 minutes into her afternoon nap. Never heard so much expletives uttered in one breath in my life! Also something about ungrateful.. brought u up feed u clothe u... cut u off the will.... mumblemumble. I just love being a bastard son. Ah'm Lovin' it! Muahahahha!

Receiving term papers tomorrow. Their suffering is over, mine has just begun. 200 + scripts! They had better be readable at least. Lord (or the equivalent of a benevolent omnipresent omnipotent being of equal respectability), grant me strength to not vomit blood.

2007-02-19T01:38:00.000+08:00

Evan and Jaron

Crazy for this Girl

She rolls the window down
And she
Talks over the sound
Of the cars that pass us by
And I dont know why
But she's changed my mind

Would you look at her
She looks at me
Shes got me thinking about her constantly
But she don't know how I feel
And as she carries on without a doubt
I wonder if shes figured out
I'm crazy for this girl

She was the one to hold me
The night
The sky fell down
And what was I thinking when
The world didnt end
Why didnt I know what I know now

Right now
Face to face
All my fears
Pushed aside
And right now
I'm ready to spend the rest of my life
With you

As Justin says and I agree: "They're an underrated band and it's sad." And i take it back - these twins are probably actually what many girls would consider "cute", yet they were never that popular to begin with. The music business is a funny place after all i suppose.

2007-02-15T14:32:00.000+08:00

Yup. Interpretation. Sometimes we get adamant about how something we write, say, or do is misinterpreted. But when we do it to others its always the other person's fault. Sometimes we live by our own rules and proudly declare it, but when done unto us we seem to forget that others have the same privilege. And to quote the famous mimi: So why can't we all just get along???

2007-02-13T23:42:00.000+08:00

Crystal and Zhi Yun! How dare you read Shane's Blog!
I work for gahmen i know where you live.

hahaha scared you, right?? BLEAH. Let my mighty tau pok take you out and kick you into Africa.
And on another note. Today was rather productive. Managed to find several articles pertaining to religious conversion and... ah you really want to hear about this shit meh?? Let's get to the juicy stuff! Watched Justin and Band perform at SDE. You guys rawk!!! Only 4 of us were there watching and cheering (although later about 15 random people joined in cos they were waiting for class). And even then Crystal managed to not notice I was there. TSk. Nicee one... can just imagine your attention span in my class...zzzzz. Your good friend asked me to tekan you jialat jialat in class. OK lah, since she's so nice. *whee!

Justin, for God's sake, ennunciate your words lah!! (Hahaha... *has standup comedy routine to himself* we're mumblemumble playing mumble so he's just mumble bassist mumble forgive ok here we go mumble *plays song) But you have a great singing voice. Now you have to attend the Mimi and Shane basic class for Audience interaction. Step one is free: Look at audience. In spite of common belief, the audience is not at the first step in front of you. They actually are made up of people - Even if there are 4 of them only. :P Hahaha.. i'm just kidding babe. Good job ya! Wish i could have stayed longer.

... Wu Zhi Yun! Your interviews are too long! 2 hours?!?! %#^@$#&!!! Better buy kopi for all your respondents!

2007-02-11T19:25:00.000+08:00

Yup that's how i feel after mass sometimes. You know how people ramble on ideas but make no sense at all? One of the priests in my parish gives sermons like this. Buay tahan lah! I tell you, the licence to preach should renewable, like my CPR licence. Every one year have to retake the test. Fail, then don't preach. And we should have external examiners. So it won't be like army where they just give you a "sample" paper to do before your written test... and it's always the same "sample" paper for your actual test. Cute.

Found a clip that rambles like that. It's cool! you guys should watch it. Maybe your parents tell stories that way... maybe someday you will too.

Thanks to viv for the clip. An excerpt from the clip: "Santa Claus and the Easter bunny are the first source of religious doubt... oh, yes, and the pope"

Click here for the clip.

2007-02-09T14:10:00.000+08:00

I'm feeling hungry again but food and company is many miles away. A whole three floors down. BAH. *sigh* last night i stoned in the office from 530pm to almost 11pm and I didn't even realise it. Feel mentally constipated in between finishin up that bloody last chapter and replying students emails and proofreading their survey questionaires for them. Yup, being too helpful is in fact not very helpful for me.

Had an early Valentine's from my tau pok last night. Thank you... it was really sweet of you. When O when will i get paid and I can eat like a glut again??

2007-02-06T23:07:00.000+08:00

Had to take over the first of 3 of Alexius Pereira's classes this week. 10 freakin AM. Woke up damn early the morning before, AGAIN and AGAIN. You know the type. Open your eyes, look at the clock. 440am. then 452am. then 515, 546, 601, 611, 639, 654. KNN! I zonked to class and rambled on and on. Poor buggers. I think they were really wishing Pereira would come back. Too bad, stuck with me for the rest of the semester. BLEAH!!!! Luckily a couple of the dudes were sharp enough to stop me and say can you please explain that again cos it's a bit complex. Thank you. thankyouthankyouthankyou for making my life easier.

Tried my hardest to finish another Chapter. I just couldn't do it. The repetitive waking just took it all out of me. Wonder how i'm going to recover... tomorrow morning again 10Am class. And the day after. nah beh lah. I feel like student again. Only student last time can stone. BAH.

why do you waste my time?
is the answer to the question in your mind
i'm sick of all my judges,
so scared of what they'll find
but i know that i can make it
as long as somebody takes me home
every now and then

2007-02-04T13:23:00.000+08:00

The world is full of ignorant nationalist hyprocritical JERKS. Take 56-year old Businessman Ma Wen Chang from Thailand (quoted in today's New Paper):

"Singapore is not an original team! The team is made up of foreigners. I want to be at the stadium for the final because I am proud to be Thai. I want an original Thai team to beat this team of foreign recruits. Maybe they should not all this ASEAN Football Championship. They should rename it as the World Cup because almost half the Singapore team came from other countries."

And what is the caption below his name? Ma Wen Chang, a Thai-CHINESE Business man. Hello???? Can we not see the hypocricy there?? How fucking convenient! Here are my peevs:

(1) What is "original"? Even the Thais historically are the result of the migration of different tribes from the north to the South. In this day and age how can anyone argue for originality or PURITY for shit's sake?? anyway, what the heck are you doing in THAI land! Your family is not originally from there!

(2)Singapore team is made up of Singaporeans. So teachnically they are NOT foreigners. Maybe they really love Singapore, how the fuck do you know?

(3)Your notions of purity are what the people in the Thai South fucking despise you for. They don't wanna be "Thai", they'd rather join Malaysia, because they feel the guys in Bangkok fucking neglect them and don't give a rats ass cos you probably don't consider them "Original Thais". Fuckin Nazi.

(4) We never deny that Singaporean is a migrant nation. We were never meant to be a Nation, just a place for business and entrepot trade. Independence was thrust upon us in 1965. Suddenly, people were citizens of this island. So what do you expect?

Although admittedly, we bring this upon ourselves by embracing it a little too enthusiastically where it comes to sports, and us Singaporeans tend to bitch about our own "foreign talent" players (but support them when they're doing well).

Jerks and Hypocrites all round! KNN!

*Hey Ma Wen Chang!
The bunch of Foreigners just KICKED your ORIGINAL THAI team's BUTT! Woohoo!!!

2007-01-30T20:37:00.000+08:00

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!