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THE YEAR OF THE TIGER

2010-02-12T23:05:00.001+08:00

Roarrr... right. it's the year of the tiger in about alittle less than 25 hours...

This year, at this point i can tell is gonna be a mad rush, lots of things lined up for myself, in terms of school work and work life.

I'm sure we'll all cope fine...

So here's to the year of the tiger and the many years that follow, may we all be in good health.

See you guys on the other side...

TIGER OUT OF THE WOODS

2010-02-09T13:12:00.002+08:00

Who knew that i'd recently get biten by some bug to get myself working on this blog again. I'm sure i don't need to say how long since i've last written here. In any case, life as it has always been, SUPERBLY busy.

So during the times that i could catch myself a breather, i've been busy with this. gonna continue working on the design of this blog and i think my brain is flooded with inspiration now...

Big dreams...

Who knows? only time will tell...

what i've learnt

2009-12-03T16:21:00.002+08:00

recently, i just started to keep a journal, a collection of lessons that i draw from everyday life. i think it important in every adversity that we go through, to learn something new, to see the meaning in the disaster.

I think in order to know that with every dark cloud, no matter how chunky, no matter how dark still possesses a silver lining and that at the end of every adversity we survive through, quite like a rainbow, there's a pot of gold.

Perspective on life, is essential. whether your hypothetical cup of life is seen as half-full or half-empty, there's that cup we need to fill or should fill. And why not fill it with lessons that we have learnt, with experiences and memories that we love or love to hate.

I've learnt all that and more...

and at the end of the day you'll learn to be more grateful to be able to see the blessing in every disaster to see the gifts that adversities bring and be grateful that you've pulled through, tougher, smarter and much more than before...

PARENTING 101

2009-11-22T18:03:00.002+08:00

Parenting... No matter how aged this form of profession is, its probably, undoubtedly, undeniably the most important and therefore, the toughest job on earth.

Just look around you, alot of people proclaim to be parents who cares about their kids, who would give everything for the young one. Perhaps, that's the issue, the refusal to acknowledge, the importance of being there for your child, the importance of parenting, with a presence.

Granted, your kids don't need you there twenty-four-seven. In fact parenting is quite like the art of flying a kite. Cliche, nontheless, but there's nothing quites as effective in showing the need to understand when to be there, when to hold them back, when to ask them, teach them, hold them. And conversely, when to let them find out on their own, when to let them fall and learn to get up.

At the end of the day, i think parenting as a profession or as a dedication, is one that there's no chance to be perfect at. there's no perfect upbringing, just like there's no perfect being in the world, unless transcient and from up above.

Point is, parenting perhaps is reliant on something less technical, less explicit and less theoretical. Our ideas of parenting might be different, but one thing i believe we can all agree on is the need to parent.

Undoubtedly, the excuse for a bad parent?
I parent, the best way i know how.

IN THE NIGHT I HEAR THEM MEOW

2009-11-13T23:45:00.002+08:00

Seriously though, theres a bunch of pretty noisy and according to my mum, pretty horny bunch of cats around my house, it's always meowing at night. I understand that animals are not like humans they can't help but meow like there's no tomorrow.

the wierdest thing? they sound like toddlers crying in the night. Trust me though, it is not. It's seriously the gang of black cats. i think their efforts have payed off because recently, i've seen a little kitten around.

I'm not an animal person, am I?

JUST FRIGGIN GONE FOR AWHILE

2009-11-13T23:28:00.002+08:00

Alright, i'd admit, i've been AWOL, for a time too long to be put into words.
Though, if i'd have it my way, there's lots of things in school that i'd wish is cancelled or just removed. there's just too much going on and if you'd been around me long enough i'm sure you'd realise the same thing.

People scurrying around, worried about something, prematurely... then again, i won't say it's premature given time is never anyone's friend. Look at this blog for instance, i'd turn away and it's been what, a few weeks before i'm back... frankly it ain't feeling like it was weeks ago...

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In actual fact, i'd say things have gotten to a stage where my mind has sorta carried out a "windows update" of its own. I'm seeing my things in compartments. one section of the brain left for the day to day functions AKA going through the motions. The other spread equally between thinking up topics for FYP in year 3 (see, told ya it's premature), Ethic revision (test on tues), PP Poster (due next week) & Research methods proposal (due tuesday).

seriously, at this rate, i'm gonna need to get defragged...

actually forget defragg, i'm gonna turn blue screen-ed...

ORCHARD ON A SUNDAY

2009-10-25T21:41:00.005+08:00

Went shopping today at ion and went to catch a movie at cineliesure. Seriously, Singapore is getting alittle too small for my liking. Good thing, we went shopping in Orchard at an unearthly-unsunday-like time, 10 am. no crowds. i manged to snag myself a pair of jeans. Sadly though alterations will render it collectable only on 1st of Nov.

Nevertheless, i enjoyed the movie, the day out, it's just the revision that i was supposed to do that's weighing on my mind, which is resting on my legs, suffering also, from the fatigue of ion and cine and the path between the two.

gotta work

2009-10-18T13:51:00.002+08:00

yes, i know i know, i'm a pretty bad blogger.
google should really acquire twitter, it just makes everyone so lazy to type down their thoughts.
At least no longer thaat 140 characters...
well, soon enough, i'm gonna write something and hopefully it won't be just one liners...

TIME

2009-10-02T20:25:00.003+08:00

sometimes, amidst the craziness of it all, you'd just wish, time will stop, even if it's just for alittle while...

if it's any consolation, school begins monday, e55P it is...
e56b on tuesday...

the real prize? no school on wednesday...

behind the lens

2009-09-30T08:30:00.004+08:00

Feeling uncomfortable in or the need to continually nitpick, one's skin, among other things, has become commonplace given the rise of social media. Perhaps, given that almost every soul possesses a mobile phone it's hard not to recognise the fact that every corner you turn, every face that you see, under that unsuspecting cool calm (and perhaps sometimes deranged) exterior of that stranger, is that little form of technology, reminding you, big brother's always watching.

Naturally so, if you'd compare the photo taking and pose striking skills of a teen or kid now with that in the 80s or 90s, you'd be amazed by the "improvements" or, in less glorious light, the mutation of that ability. Mine never quite did "mutate". Point laid...

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just a sidenote, say goodbye to:

wasn't at prom

2009-09-19T23:14:00.003+08:00

thinking back and reflecting on my secondary school years, i just realised something, i didn't take the chance to really conclude my years in that school. That school. that one, that made me angry, happy, glad, over the moon, on cloud nine, somewhere somehow sometimes dredged in some kind of hell that i wished at most times i'm totally out of, all that rolled into 5years.

point is, i wasn't at prom, not for some ridicoulously cooked up reason, but rather, it was kinda agreed upon by me and my close friends that we were not going to prom. looking back, i'm alittle in regret that i didn't take the chance to get to say good bye to those people, who's faces still remain CARVED in my memories, be it for better or for worst.

i would concede that in many different ways, in many different cultures, prom night largely reflects an ending and a new beginning, a new phase in life. saying goodbye yet vowing to somehow, stay in touch (think so near yet so far). Thing is, i don't think such a culture is in existant here locally. How many of us actually felt that prom night was indeed memorable? How many of us talk about the experiences (or conquest in the form of some humping) in the course of that one night marking the inevitable end of a sweet sixteen and the crossing to a more adult, more tertiary education environment?

I guess, regardless of having or not having been to prom is not the issue but as with friends and the saying that goes with it: a friend in need is a friend indeed. What matters is not what happened on that night, but what happens after that, in the years that follow. Are you still friends with that person you sat next to at the prom dinner table? the one you joked around with in class? the one you confided every single lucid detail of your life in? the one you swore you'd never give up on?

and i'm back

2009-09-04T12:25:00.000+08:00

alright, it's the holidays, which means i should be devoting more time to blogging right? WRONG!
it's been so busy for me during the past week, got to juggle pp with my normal holiday outings with my cousins...

plus, i'm gonna have to head to school and be there by 2pm... hopefully the weather's kind... hate to be sweating during a PP meeting...

alright, i gotta run... can't wait for tonight's dinner though... =)

its not just candid camera

2009-08-21T09:22:00.000+08:00

some call it voyeurism, so call it exhibitionism, but you have to admit, the caucasian kids, on the whole, seem to be the oweners of a higher level of self-esteem, self-confidence. they seem to walk with an air of "awesome-ness". No, i'm not paying homage to the awesomeness or the supremacy of caucasians, but instead i just realised what makes them more showy.

Over on YouTube, there's a series of videos over a kid, Nina, who is the daughter of a caucasian man and a japanese woman. That's the answer, i thought of.

Remember watching America's Funniest HomeVideos when you were growing up?

That's the answer to them being a tad more self-confident as compared to Asians...

At home, they are the stars of their own homevideo. That's also why singapore's own version of the show never really took off. We aren't conditioned as showmen or women who like to "show off".

Perhaps, show off is not an appropriate word, perform... i think will make the cut.

In some ways, i believe when you can master enough confidence to stare into that lens to communicate what you think, you'd definitely reach a whole new level of confidence. Think about that from a kid's perspective, from the time they were young they have been conditioned to be infront of the camera...

So, peeps, when you have your kid, skip the drama lessons, skip the NLP, go for that handycam, make your kid the star at home...

one word of advice, becareful what you wish for, cuz you just might get it...

Nina in Japan

Let’s not be too hedonistic shall we?

2009-08-11T20:05:00.000+08:00

It’s always the case between the old and the young. The old feel we (being the younger ones) shouldn’t let the comforts of our current life get to our head, that we, shouldn’t be too happy as life is sometimes… actually screw sometimes, let’s just leave it as life can be a bitch as if a woman who suffers from some compulsive disorder that makes her spontaneously PMS.

The old feel that the young has so many things to be grateful for, that they should be able to look beyond the horizons for what’s ahead and keep planning as they chug along this journey called life. The old perhaps fail to realize the times have changed, screw the cliché that police used to wear shorts in the past, ERP never even existed, so do the high taxes we have to pay.

So as the nation looks back on the past 44 years of independence, I say it’s time the young get up and take notice, listen… so should the old, if they won’t hurt themselves whilst doing so. I think, what our elders are trying to tell us is go ahead, explore; the worlds is yours to hold, to challenge, to search for greener pastures.

But to say go and never come back would be tantamount to having it our way or having the cake and eating it. Life just doesn’t work that way. So, be the good filial kid, don’t forget the old ones when you’re away.
Don’t worry though, I don’t think they’ll be making themselves scarce as that fly on the wall. At least, not for my parents… =P

it's been a while...

2009-08-10T17:48:00.000+08:00

don't know why there's a sudden lack of posts here. perhaps, besides school and home and school and home everyday, i seem to have little time or effort to really sit down and consolidate my thoughts? Though, i'd admit there were times in the wek that i thought of blogging about certain things... anyway, hold on, there should be things i could talk about...

in actual fact, even though my hands might be racing between keys, my brain's somewhere else....

the thought

2009-08-01T21:25:00.000+08:00

I'll do it all for love...
i'm sure you would too...
sometime, someday...

heavy petting

2009-07-26T20:42:00.001+08:00

Would i want to have pets? i don't think so. I really don't think so.

Point is, i feel that pets are really high maintenance. For instance, i got to talk to my cousin and i found out that a visit to the vet costs anywhere from a few hundred to a thousand. Depending, definitely on the procedure that needs to be done, or the remedy thats given. Also, the food that you'd need to purchase, the toys? sure, you could say there are pets that require a significantly lower level of maintenance, ei. a fish. there's still the need for you to show them the attention, ie. feeding them or taking them out for walks or changing the water, cleaning the cage.

It's just a whole lot of heavy lifting, financially and in terms of time spent.

Plus, i don't know why, but i just feel that animals are never meant to be as pets. I'm sure you'd know by now, whenever a human being takes an animal as a pet or as a exhibit in an enclosure in the zoo, something bad's bound to happen. For instance i'm sure you've heard your own fairshare of dog attack stories and pet poison stories or the tiger incident at the singapore zoo. It's not natural to have an animal caged up or locked up 24/7, pardon the fish.

Think about the future too, when you grow up and are about to have kids, what's going to happen to that pet? simple, i guess, the obvious answer? SPCA!!

On top of that heap of push factors, add on the weather issue. I feel that as humans we already have trouble keeping ourselves cool from the heat, what about that poor thing covered in fur?!

You might think, i'm sounding more and more like a animal hater... I'm not. i don't hate them, i don't long for them, but i feel they are like us, "creatures" of god. With that said, i won't say don't have a pet but, be responsible.

Don't have a pet and leave it to someone else to do the heavy lifting; feeding them, taking them out for walks, etc. It was your choice... why is it then, that many pet owners leave the dog for the maids or the parents? If you don't have the time, the responsibility, DON'T HAVE A PET! Plus, if you're not financially stable or wealthy, DON'T HAVE A PET... you're just going to let that little cute thing suffer...

Also, think about clearing up the pet's shit when you take them out for walks. how many of you are willing to carry newspapers or plastic bags to clear up your pet's poop?! Perhaps, not willing but are ACTUALLY DOING IT?!?!

With all that said, I understand why people have pets, they are just cute, cuddly and just something you're just very sure you want to offer it some LOVE... Think about coming home and having that dog of yours, with it's tail wagging like it's so happy that you've come home to him/her... it just melts the heart...

But, bottomline: i don't think i want to have a pet... really really don't think so...

Having said that, if you're a pet owner and are at the moment lovingly caring for that pet of yours, i hope you are the exception... and just keep loving that pet, DON'T GIVE IT TO THE SPCA...

the search for perfection

2009-07-23T08:59:00.002+08:00

Sometimes, it's funny how people do things, all just because they are perfectionists. Trust me, i know perfection by name. My mum is a perfectionist and shamelessly, i'd say i'm a perfectionist when it comes to any form of work. I hate people who do things in a half big manner. I think it speaks volumes about your attitude.

However, through my mother's perfectionistic way of doing things, i've witnessed how it can really wreck havoc on your energy...

Bottom-line, i think the key lies in keeping balance. Between work and play, between perfection and the ho-hum...

i just farted

2009-07-12T21:44:00.001+08:00

sunday just got better

2009-07-12T21:35:00.007+08:00

Had the best dinner i had in a while. Home cooked SIAL!!! (apologies for sounding too malay)

alright, i'll leave you with pictures of the food, my mum, me and sis made...

Good Sunday Y'all!

the thought

2009-07-01T09:24:00.001+08:00

whenever you think of yourself as going through shit, think about yesterday and its memories... you'd not feel that bad afterall...

weekend malaise

2009-06-28T19:20:00.002+08:00

I would like to think it's not because of the death of micheal jackson that made me feel malaise this weekend.

How ill did i feel? I had steamboat for dinner last night and didn't tweet about it... that's how bad it got...

But thankfully, after breaking a sweat for my sunday jog just a few moments ago, that malaise?
GONE WITH THE WIND, I TELL YE.

However, that itch in my throat is still around... hope it isn't a fly that got into my mouth...

Bottomline, i'm ready for school tomorrow... at least that will certainly help lift me further and further out of this state of malaise...

Somebody give me some boooze..... =X

death

2009-06-28T18:13:00.001+08:00

What do you see when you hear “death”?

Light or darkness? Judgment or love? Fear or Peace?

One thing’s for sure, no one wants to think of the end, for fear of the undeniably skin crawling suspense and surprises that lurk ahead. If only we were gypsies or psychics who are blessed with clairvoyance and the ability to look beyond the next year or the year after next. How many of us will be contented in knowing the exact details in which one’s life will end, right down to the seconds, the hours, the minutes and the date and day of your own fateful D-day? I for one wouldn’t.

I guess the ambiguity in the time death will come knocking on your door, makes life more complex, yet in some way that much more simplistic. It’s complex because we don’t know. For everything that we don’t know, we fear. With fear comes apprehension, apprehension of how ugly and twisted your life could get in the near or distant future. Conversely, death makes life seem more simplistic, this, if you live your life, a moment at a time. Think about this, you’ll never need to worry about the next moment, because heck, you don’t even know you’ll be living or breathing by that time.

Probably, if you’re not an atheist, you’d believe that the lord or your god/deity in his/her almightiness has created death. Some might believe the reason for which is put down to being called home to be with god. Others just believe that death is the transition from human form to something more transient. Something that is here, yet not here; something, physical, that’s near, yet so far.

I believe only with death, we learn the art of appreciation; for the thought that you might never get to enjoy this moment again. Only with death, we learn the art of independence, for the thought that your old man might not be there, always. Death, despite being marked by the tears, the howling and the crying, teaches us the importance of love, in its many forms. Love, by means of example or love by means of a memory. Believe it or not, many can stand testament to the power of love and care that extend beyond death itself, as if, something not bounded by the chains of time.

In all its awfully cold and dark forms, death seems scary. Yet, it has never brought us any harm, just tears and a lonely heart that heals with time; death is here to lend life a hand. Had there been no finish line, life wouldn’t be a journey. Had there been no end, there’ll be no need for time.

I guess the only way to deal with death is to live life to the fullest. Only with such a thought, the petty anger melts into the ground, the forgiveness lives in our hearts and minds.

So, question remains; Light or darkness? Judgment or love? Fear or Peace?

Let’s cross that bridge, when we get there, shall we?

“To the horizon, be the warm sun that heals the pain, hurt and sorrow. By tomorrow, all will be alright, all will be ok.”

a single eyelid noob at LAN

2009-06-25T21:55:00.004+08:00

picture courtesy of nat.

Trust me when i tell you i am a noob/virgin/fool at LAN gaming... don't believe, ask gene, nat, qhui. Who i'm sure can fill you in on the details... i'm terrible at it...

For instance, i can't seem to remember that the letters A S W D are for moving and E is for picking up things and healing yourself and helping your fallen team mates... it doesn't help that the key board in the LAN shop is in such a state that the letters can't really be seen... than again, it could have been thanks to the bad lighting...

But who knew, i came away thinking it was pretty fun, though when we left, i can seriously tell you my head felt like it was a revolving door... freakin giddy...

But i'm glad i gave it a try.... and if i could, i'd go back for more, just not tomorrow, not the day after that, probably not the week after this, perhaps le's just say, when the time is right...

I enjoyed myself totally and had way more fun than i have been having for the past god knows how long...

oh, the wanton mee, tau huay and bean curd tarts we had are EFFING NICE LARHhh...

nuff' said...

night blog readers...

for the sake of our dinner, don't flip out your breasts...

2009-06-21T20:21:00.004+08:00

was at thomson plaza an hour ago for dinner with my sis and her bf. we were done with dinner and were at our tables just chatting. i swear, i never wanted to see things that literally made my semi-digested dinner "gravity-defying".

There, a few tables away and by a few tables, i mean less than a metre away; a woman, most likely to be in her mid-thirties, lifting up her T-Shirt, revealing her bra, holding it there for a moment, while preping her apprently "very hungry" son for some "milking". Before i knew it, and i didn't see this, she wipped out her boob and pressed it against the son's face, pronto, in FULL VIEW OF PUBLIC.

pardon me, but WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER?!

I do recognise that you do need to breastfeed your kid, but for the sake of your dignity and the public's dinner, cover yourself!

I have nothing against mums who breastfeed, in public, as long as you do it in a discreet manner and probably in a coner where there's less human traffic.

perhaps the nursery?

pity i think her husband's either too used to his wife exposing herself or just plane old, couldn't be bothered....

i was totally pissed, and still am...

to all y'all lovers...

2009-06-20T18:53:00.002+08:00

love will come when the time is right...

love will hurt like how it feels more than just good....

love is something that makes you want to give...

love is unconditional....

love is irrational...

love is faceless...

love is spontaneous...

love is butterflies in the tummy...

love is a teletubby giggle...

love is baby...

love is more than care...

love is confusing...

love is infuriating...

love is peace...

love is not giving yourself away....

love is not chasing...

love is not changing yourself to be what someone wants you to be...

love is not hate....

love is not physical pain...

love is your's to give like it is your's to keep...

happyness

2009-06-15T22:40:00.002+08:00

Don't think i'll ever say this, but for today, i was content, being me and just taking life one step at a time...

i guess these days are hard to come by but i'm just living for the moment...

tomorrow? let's leave that till later...

by the way, the updates on this blog has been on-off recently so if you really want constant or at least more entries, check my twitter out...

the link's on the left...

peace!

i'm for brains over brawn

2009-06-10T19:14:00.002+08:00

Basically, being human means we can never be content about everything in our lives. Yet paradoxically, whenever we look back on our lives i think we all give thanks for knowing and trusting in the fact that we are all wonderfully blessed people...

Yet, it's equally puzzling how one can feel so blessed yet inadequate in other aspects of their life, be it physical or emotional.

Point is, i think alot of us think of ourselves as people who are not body beautiful or not self-esteemed enough to look at ourselves and give ourselves a break or a pat on our backs.

Frankly, i believe the almighty will not hold it against us for being imperfect. Heck, that's what god's here for. Right?

So i guess what i'm trying to say is do this for yourself...
Look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself how much you're loved, blessed and cared for...
tell me, is there still anything more you could bargain for?

are we human or are we dancers?

2009-06-02T00:15:00.004+08:00

we'll never be able to understand why despite the fact that we are made by god, and told by them that we are masterpieces, capable of moving mountains, of changing worlds.

but yet, we can be so flawed, we can be so fragile...
we can be so weak and weary...

god's mistake or nature's will?
god's surprise or human nature?
it is just a reminder of what the almighty can do?

your guess is as good as mine...

what i know for sure?
we only have this one chance, to live this one life, my advice would be to own it.

camwhore who?

2009-06-01T15:29:00.004+08:00

I have never been a fan of photographs, especially of myself. don't ask me why cuz i've been asking myself that. The thought of the question now still draws a blank.

I have had the chance this past weekend to see some of the photographs from my family photo albums and from friends, lying in some forgotten corner of my external hard disk. Though it definitely wasn't the first time i saw such photos, i personally still felt alittle uneasy going through the photos.

It has never been me to see my own photos, hack even have them as my desktop background. The lure to look at the pictures that i've taken has always never been there and given the speed at which we can see our photos either on the tiny LCD screen of a digicam or the lap top screen, i suddenly feel the urge to hide whenever it's picture viewing time.

I guess somewhere in me, i've associated constantly looking at pictures of yourself as being vain. I guess the issue is that there's a very thin line, in my case, between vanity and self-love. I can't tell you how thin the line is, or if its even there, because, heck, i don't even know where it is...

Another excuse to not look at photos is the neverending commentary one gets, thanks to reminicising. "oh, that was when...", "remember this one? we were at...", etc.

pictures are memories, not alive, not breathing, not kicking, not happening, but memories...
just plain ol' memories that you'll never stop talking about.

it's memories in it's most tangible form.

but, point is, do whatever you're happy with doing. there's no point in not taking photos because at the end of the day, do we even want to have memories of that point in time?

i guess like many of you, i do...

change.

2009-05-27T21:29:00.005+08:00

change is the only constant.

i'm in search for the constant.

i'm up for the challenge.

to borrow a line from pat benatar: hit me with your best shot... fire away...

on the sidelines:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ANTHONY!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FRANCENE! (in advance...)

work till you drop

2009-05-24T19:42:00.002+08:00

at the expense of coming across as a political nut head, i just can't help pointing out issues about the way we live now that's really affecting me, or that i can see is affecting people around me.

this morning, one of the topics that my mum was discussing with my uncles and my sister and i was the fact that in singapore, we just keep working working working working working working working working and working till perhaps the time is right for us to retire into that little wooden casket, proceeding to either be burnt or be burried, the former is more likely in space-constrainted singapore.

Think about it, how many times have you heard your parents tell you, "study hard, get a degree, get a job." my common reaction will be, "then what?" what's next? Well, work!

And work your hands to the bones, i might add. Perhaps that's the issue with singapore and the more increasingly economically wealthy and developed countries in the world.

We work and we pay high taxes. Think about it. We work to get our income which is taxed through income tax and by something else we'll like to admit is more of a pension fund, our CPF account.

Then when we purchase things, we are subjected to GST and the like.

there no one day when you can stop...

unless definitely, if you're dead...

the snap

2009-05-24T19:41:00.001+08:00

for days you need encouragement / insult for jogging...

stop the hurting

2009-05-13T21:57:00.002+08:00

it never takes too long before a day comes when you look around you and you realise everyone is always scurrying around looking for an opportunity, fighting tooth and nail for their own rice bowl.

This is especially true for the workers who are literally working and living from hand to mouth. And just as if the cherry would fall on top of the cake, they are nowhere near home, near the poeple who love and support them, who are also desperately seeking their presence.

Then when you look at the stress, pain, hurt, tears and anger, anyone has to be subjected in the world out there, from teachers to students, from bosses to bosses, from competitors to competitors, from that hawker you see everyday to that bus/train driver you see every morning.

You wonder to yourself, in the faces of frustration, of perpetual lethargy, of sleepless nights from working to their bones and still fighting and still working to secure something bigger, better and brighter for themselves, for their families, for their children. Physically close or at home abroad.

You look and you think, is it all worth it? would they get recognised for their efforts? Appreciated?

Probably, there's nothing we can do as individuals to help them, but to give them evry now and again a pat on their back, a hug to lift the stress...

replacing pain with love, replacing weariness with happiness.

the message and the answer is clear, stop the hurting, start loving the world you live in.

take a day as it goes, and that parent, you see coming home everyday from slogging the day away in that office cubicle?

go on over now, tell them you love them...

for i'm very sure for every parent who's working out there, they are constantly fighting not for themselves, in their hearts, minds, souls, thoughts, there's that bundle of joy...

grown up? working? studying?

it doesn't matter at all.

appreciation, love, care, concern, stops the hurting.

tell them.

go on, do it now...

let's talk about sex, AT HOME

2009-05-10T11:30:00.004+08:00

The AWARE saga has highlighted, besides the now infamous quote: Shut up and sit down, the renewed scrutiny on SEX-ED in schools, the hot topic of which is the parts that are dedicated to topics on homosexuality.

Personally, i feel that sexual education should not be something that comes from the teachers in school, it should come from parents at home. It should be viewed as an extra plus if schools teach sexual education to your kids. coming from a family where my mum has constantly reminded us that sex is something that should be shared between two people in love and that relationships should remain monogamous.

Probably what schools should do is tailor courses for parents to talk to their kids about sexual education. Simply because it is ineffective in anyway for schools to teach students sexual education in class, given the chukkles and giggles that the students will have. Add to that, the apparent inability of teachers to talk openly about private parts (i've never came across a teacher who has said "penis" and "Vagina", when not using it in scientific terms) and about sex itself.

In fact if teachers began talking openly about sex, it could come across to the students and their parents as someone who's too liberal and probably is leading their students on (cue thoughts of teacher as a lecherous guy, hoping for some teenage candy).

Another issue with sex and sexuality is that religion should not play a part in explaining issues regarding chastity and abstinence, not forgetting the thorny issue of homosexuality. I feel that it is important for parents and schools alike to accept that homosexuality is something that's around in today's society.

It's important to be aware and be neutral about such an issue. it's funny how people think the explanation of "man and woman are supposed to be together" or it's only "natural". Even scientific explanations have to be more in-depth than that.

Call me liberal, but i feel that explanation is bullshit and that support of the family is crucial in anyone's life. You don't have to be them, so be happy for them.

I think only with awarness, than with care and concern can we than stress the importance of safe sex, be it heterosexual or homosexual.

But i doubt singaporeans need to worry, given the falling birthrate.

Cheers to irony, ay?!

be yourself...

2009-05-04T21:26:00.002+08:00

there's many things that i wall away learning today. I personally learnt that the most important thing that you should never let anyone take away from you or make you do, is to walk away from being yourself... I think i've learnt the fact that if two people were never meant for each other will never be meant for each other... I have also learnt not to expect... For when you expect, there's the chance for disappointment... I think i've come to realise that who you are is who you think you are... And to those who think this post bears resemblance to anything, or even are trying at this moment to decipher this post as some kind of cryptic message, save it, you'd go nuts trying... Simply put at the end of the day, be your unique self, cherish yourself... If the others around you can't take the shit, simple... Just fuck them...

the thought

2009-04-30T22:34:00.002+08:00

if i havent been myself lately, it's because i'm off finding who i am and what i want to be...
i hope you won't hold it against me, but i'll let you know, when i'm sure who i am is who i want to be...
meanwhile, just hold it for me... i'm not there yet...

the snap

2009-04-29T21:26:00.001+08:00

Just went on to stomp and saw this... my reaction: ...and this concerns us or you how?!

feeling better, much betterrr...

2009-04-28T21:50:00.002+08:00

thanks to listening to some lip fetish and crap from the class full (and overflowing ) with girls. And definitely, my 2 other dudes, one on the monday but that's another issue altogether...

Thanks guys,
i can see those halos...
their really thorny...

stress ah, stressssss

2009-04-27T19:53:00.002+08:00

yes, the first week has come and gone, though, the stress still lingers.
the stress to perform up to expectations.
the stress to achieve something.

yes, even as it'm writing this down, i'm stressing out about how people might react to potentially nothing at all.

whoever said stress was good, ought to get their heads checked.

well, if your like me, puting in a 110%, don't waste your strength.
you're only further exhausting that 10% of yourself.

Alright people, if the stress gets too much, do what justice tells you to do...

DO THE D-A-N-C-E, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... STICK TO THE B-E-A-T...

f*ck the thought

2009-04-22T15:41:00.002+08:00

"fuck you, fuck you very very much~"
well sang, Lily Allen...

my hardware's "hard"

2009-04-22T15:29:00.003+08:00

Damn, it was fun yesterday...
hung out with Francene, Eleanor and Zhi wei yesterday at starbucks after school...

like i said, it's priceless, the laughs we had, the jokes we cracked...
the things we talked about...

At some point in the evening, we begin to sound like a bunch of sick IT pros talking about hardwares being hard... if you know what i mean *wink wink*

We (most times just Eleanor and me, like we did back then on the train with hj and lz about kiki) went from crumbles! to chew chew! to Hardware & Laptop with Balls....

the haydays i guess they call it...
at least, we all know the sun has never set and will never...

Alright let me get back to doing something about my media assessment test...
I HATE DEADLINES...

MYOB!

2009-04-19T15:34:00.003+08:00

Was thinking about what to post on the blog and i realise one thing that bothered me since late last week, not on this blog that is...

But, on STOMP and the new paper, recently, there was this report on civil servants lying at the void deck sleeping and the mrt operator taking a seat on the train itself, whilst dressed in his work uniform.

Now, is this really what citizenship journalism about?
Snapping pictures of workers taking a siesta or taking a sit on the train?

Shouldn't Journalism be about much bigger things?
Like fires? heroeic acts of kindness?

personally, taking a rest is not a crime...
however, causing unrest, or inconvinience is...

so Mind Your Own Business...

seriously...

and it comes down to this...

2009-04-18T21:17:00.002+08:00

one more day and i'll be walking through the agora to a classroom filled with unfamiliar faces, all thanks to twist of fates...

it's safe to say that this holiday has been spent. wisely or not, productively or not, fun-filled (definitely) or not, it's spent...

part of me yearns to stay at home, the other yearns to go back to school... much like how i feel exactly one year ago, when poly seemed unfamiliar, scary, new and undeniably different...

probably one thing i know is that year one was ball-bastingly, stomatch-churningly, smiles-aplenty-ly fantastic...

god, i hate good memories, it's there, lying with cobwebs... though it never fail to make you smile cuz their there, and make you frustratingly-nostalgic cuz they are memories...

guess, i'll just do the same with year 2....
less expectations, less disappointments, right?

open mind people, OPEN MIND...

gee, school still makes me nerveous...

btw, i have to say:

THANKS
to everyone who's made my first year, unbelieveably, ball-bashingly, mind-blastingly happy, fantastic, lovely, enjoyable...

lest i have memories to remember, than to not have had you guys.

don't know whats happening

2009-04-10T21:26:00.004+08:00

at some point in our lives, we look back, we wonder what could have been, what had been and what should have been...

well, the second half of this week has been somewhat like that...

it's to say the least somewhat depressing to see how i've changed, in some ways for the better and some ways for the confusing.

sometimes i look back and wonder had it all been meant to be or was there something that i could have done that i didn't.

the worst issue is that i can't put my finger on where it's all coming from.

in fact something wierd is happening,

i can type literally without looking at the keyboard, like i needed to in the past.

it could be good but it could be bad...

and i've somehow gone backwards in my taste in music...

which means that stacie orrico is making sense to me...

see, i'm just ramblingg.....

i don't what's happening...

somehow, it just seems like a beautiful awakening...

to something...

i just dont know what....

i dont do sales, i do UNIQLO though

2009-04-10T19:25:00.003+08:00

Some part of my mind is qustioning why did i agree to go... other parts are just on autopilot because i admit i'm really half awake today.

First things first, a very very very very very very very very very GOOD FRIDAY to you guys.

Let me just say I HATE CROWDED PLACES, I HATE QUEUEING...
therefore it's safe to say: I HATE SALES

So god knows why, i decided to go shopping at UNIQLO, on it's second day of business...
Partly because it's a chance to go out shopping with my sis and her boyfriend...

In other parts because i really need some nice tees... And another was because it's at a discount...

So we ended up waking at 7.30 in the morning, had vegetarian breakfast at 830 than heading to YCK to catch 72 to go to tampines...

We had to queue to get in and to pay for our things... there was a neat queue outside the store when we came... Lo and behold, when we left, 2 hours later (YES, WE SPENT 2 HOURS IN A STORE THAT PROBABLY CAN BE FITTED INTO A HDB FLAT), there was a bloody long queue to the escalator...

i hate crowded places and uniqlo happens to be a 4 room hdb flat sized store with some 60 over occupants walking around...

i really hated the place...

do i hate the service? No. It was excellent, alot of apologies. (Really, i could swear i've never heard "sorry to keep you waiting..." so many times in my life...)

do i hate the clothes? No. Actually i find comfort in Uniqlo being a japanese brand.

do i hate the fellow shoppers? Yes, a handful.

So, my tip to you people out there hoping to got there:

if your there for the discount (UTees, are going at 19.90 UP: 24.90), go on the weekdays, not the evenings...

if your just going to see what they have, go after the discounts end, it's better...

But the silver lining today?

i ate at IKEA...

so, bottomline, all is well....

boy, i'm so impartial...

the thought

2009-04-09T13:09:00.001+08:00

learning to lie is paramount to losing yourself.
when you lie, you lose some part of yourself.
think of it as a piece of paper, folded eachtime you lie,
it'll come to a point where the paper unravels itself.
so whatever you do, don't lie.
even if it's a white lie.
that does no one except yourself, harm.

the snap: breaking news no one cares about

2009-04-06T19:08:00.004+08:00

Top left: euro news, top right: CNA, bottom left: Aljazeera, Bottom right: BBC

Channel NewsAsia, too Asian in perspective... as all major news networks scramble to cover the obama talks in Ankara, CNA focuses on Indonesian Politics.... and you would think CNA is growing... Shrinking, i mean...

pirated woverine + singaporean robot + twitter me

2009-04-06T12:19:00.004+08:00

So, if you haven't heard by now, woverine is everywhere, just not in the cinemas.
Heads up, woverine, the movie has been leaked on to the torrent libraries the world over.

Now, this story doesn't just highlight how active piracy is but also, it sheds light on the thoughts of the ("so called") experts on piracy's thoughts on why people download files illegally.

In the Straits Times, a few days back, reported that woverine has been downloaded by 150,000 people all over the world and one such singaporean has admitted to downloading movies illegally, his reason is that movies are "organised outings for him and his friends" and he'll only watch movies that are "good". The expert says that many singaporeans download movies because we just wouldn't (to supposedly imply "refuse to") pay for movies.

Now, hold on, i think this so called expert has a very flawed understanding or reasoning as to why Singaporeans would download files illegally.

The issue is not that we can't pay or refuse to pay for movies and the like but more accurately is that the problem lies with the people who prices these movies.

I mean who wouldn't go watch a movie if the tickets are going for $2 for instance? Compare that with the prices that cinemas are charging per person, per seat, per head: $8 or $6 student price (which i feel is just a gimmick...)!

The issue with piracy lies with the people who act and the people who produces the movies, likewise, it lies with the artists that sing and the recording labels (for music). These people are just not contented with earning lesser per person.

By inflating the prices of CDs, DVDs, Cinema Tickets and the like, the ("so-called") authorities are just merely fueling the fire of what is international piracy!

I guess it's really a case of let sleeping dogs lie

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I am not surprised when my sis, who went to the Oasis concert with her boyfriend last night, returning to tell me that singaporeans are just not passionate about anything.

Case in point: my sis says that there's this caucasian boy in his teens with his caucasian friends queueing up to enter the indoor stadium (it was free standing tickets). All the while, the boy and his friends were always shouting things about "who's concert are we at?!" and illiciting replies from his buddies like "oasis!" quite roaringly. The singaporeans around them just seem so robot like.

Why tourists come to singapore and live for an average of just 3 and a half days (which in my opinion, is a very earnest number. Boy, i mean how long would it take you to visit kampong glam, chinatown and the zoo?) ? BECAUSE, WE HAVE NO LIFE!

We are not passionate about anything, we don't ask questions, we are just robots who are fed from young that the notion of shutting up ,studying till you get the necesary tools and working till you die, never bending the rules and keeping within the boundaries... is the most effective way of life and frankly is this "craddle to grave" thinking that has costed us alot.

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And finally, i've decided to go twitter!

Peeps, trust me,

Forget facebook, forget friendster, let's twitter...

it's all here, remember to follow me...

twitter, cuz it's good for health...

vivo la viva

2009-04-03T14:52:00.007+08:00

boy, wasn't it fun... just before the holidays end, which is pretty soon...
just went out yesterday with my peeps fropm E35C...

We watched CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC:
Long story short, it's about this woman who loves shopping, shop till she's broke, shops while being broke, meets editor from SUCCESSFUL SAVING and becomes the legendary GIRL IN THE GREEN SCARF, the rest they say is history...

Actually don't trust that synopsis of mine... the actual plot's all on wikipedia...
Bottomline it's a nice movie, not perfect, not excellent... just good entertainment and fun...

Also, yesterday, Ugine decided to build a bear for a special someone and have it named AUSTIN!!

here's a pic:
Quite frankly, the name austin reminds me of someone else:
As for the bear, it's cuddly, it's cute... the price is awesome too....

Finally, heres the battle of the poster boy/girl!
i'll leave it up to you guys to decide who's better:

P.S: here's some other shots of nonsense:PPS: there's the videos of the para para... if you want it... just let me know...

the thought

2009-03-28T21:20:00.001+08:00

sometimes when you go through life...
phase by phase...
you think to yourself:

how did we get here?

what a world...

2009-03-23T15:22:00.004+08:00

Amongst the headlines that worry, the headlines that anger, here are afew eyebrown raisers...

Lesbian attacks wife with sperm.

ONE HALF of a lesbian married couple has ended up in custody after allegedly attempting to forcibly impregnate her 'wife' with her brother's sperm.

According to a number of website reports on Wednesday, Stephanie Lighten, 26, allegedly threw her wife Jennifer Lighten, 33, on a couch in the couple's home.

She then threatened to impregnate her with "a turkey baster" filled with semen from Stephanie's brother kept in a sealed container, reported letzgetreal.com.

A "turkey baster" is a large syringe with a catheter tip...

Jennifer Lighten has declined to press attempted rape charges because she does not believe Stephanie seriously intended to impregnate her...

ps: what was the brother's sperm doing in a sealed container?
probably he has some fetish with keeping his own excretions... what's next? his own feces?

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Rihanna fears sex tape scandal

AS IF Rihanna doesn't have enough on her mind, she's now worried a 'wild' sex tape of her with boyfriend Chris Brown will find its way onto the internet.

According to a report on entertainment website Bang Showbiz on Friday, the Umbrella hitmaker, 21, reportedly allowed Brown, 19, to film them having sex.

'Rihanna has no issues with her sexuality. But she'd be mortified if her friends and family found this out,' reported The Star.

'This whole beating incident is terribly humiliating for her.

'She's already traumatized and will do anything to make it all go away as quickly as possible.'

ps: seriously, people... what good does it do, seeing yourself having sex?
i'll be pretty mortified and disgusted...

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TV star Jade Goody dies

BRITISH reality television star Jade Goody died in her sleep early on Sunday aged just 27, her publicist said, after a very public battle with cervical cancer.

Goody died at her home in Upshire, Essex, southeast England, at 3.14 am (11.14am Singapore time) on Britain's Mother's Day, with husband Jack Tweed and mother Jackiey Budden by her side.

Goody's decision to live out her final weeks in the public eye prompted many commentators uncomfortable with the coverage to raise questions about the ethics of reality television.

Media rights for the lavish ceremony at a country house hotel north of London were reportedly sold for one million pounds (S$2.12 million).

ps: as a mother, she was courageous to have lived out her last days on tv for the sake of her sons. god bless her.

the thought

2009-03-23T10:54:00.002+08:00

probably the most dreaded question when organising any outing:
"eh, who coming ah?"

the truth no one talks about but everyone's thinking about

2009-03-22T13:49:00.004+08:00

We are down to one month, before school reopens. Though it's pretty premature, but looking back at the majority of the past few weeks, things have been going good. More importantly, there's this long long holiday to content with. The next long holiday is 7 weeks, after year 2. Probably, by then, I'd have a better social life. Then again a leopard doesn't change it's spots do they.

Obama made a comment on the tonight show with Jay Leno that has recently land him in the simmering hot soup. Though to me, and my family, it has just come across as some sort of a normal remark and really isn't in anyway ill intended.

His comment?
He has related his poor bowling performance to be "like the Special Olympics".

Come on people, let's really face up to this raw truth. The special olympics has always been a symbollic bunch of games that are there to allow special atheletes to take part in their sports. And it's true that though they might train as hard as normal atheletes, they will never be as good as a normal athelete.

I feel that it's not an "evil" or "ill willed" comment but rather the awful-uncooked-bleeding-truth that no one talks about but everyone's thinking about. Make no mistake, i personally feel that i'd never be able to achieve what any athelete (special or not) can achieve. Reason? i'm just too lazy.

human + journalism + advertising + holiday

2009-03-21T15:58:00.003+08:00

Finally, i finished reading Barbara Walters' memior "AUDITION". it's a pretty interesting read and i can say finally, she together with Oprah, currently top the list of women i admire. Both of these ladies are known for their outspoken personalities. Both of whom have definitely made the books for trying to fight for rights of women all over the world.

More importantly, their work has helped many out there to understand that though we are all just human beings, we are still so different yet alike. Through the heartwrenching, the story telling, the interviews, both these women has definitely made us understand what being human is all about and through the complicated, help us achieve a better understanding of the world, of ourselves, etc.

That's why journalism means alot to me. It's not about the knowledge but the sharing.

Got a chance to go to the library recently and i borrowed a book which i'll spend my time reading... it's the handbook to advertising and it looks pretty wordy though i'm sure i'll get through it, having been through 500 over pages worth of Barbara Walters.

On the personal front, i've been pretty good, given the weather, i still managed to cover some form of excercise everyday be it indoors or out.

However, i need a break from monotony.... go out together, anyone?

illustrator: gaga's poker face

2009-03-19T17:56:00.002+08:00

the thought

2009-03-17T22:23:00.002+08:00

As the saying goes "charity starts from home".
You shouldn't help others get their act together when you can't yourself.
I don't regard that as selfless but rather more of being inconsiderate and in parts being nosy.

the snap

2009-03-15T15:56:00.003+08:00

' whatever happened to GG being the hotest teenage drama. anyway, i've given up waiting... remember, it returns 16 march!

Twilight

2009-03-15T15:29:00.003+08:00

Finally, got round to watching sort of an epic movie of love between human and (what Edward cullens likes to call himself) blood sucking "monster". More importantly, this movie should be for the primary school kids or women who really want to relive their raging hormonal years.

I have to agree that the movie's pretty enjoyable though it's really just a romantic chick flick.
Robert pattinson comes acrosss as too fair skinned for a vampire with really great hair. Bella never seems to be able to say what she means and in a space of 2 hours, you'd have to content that the two (Edward and Bella) leads will fall in love or more aptly, fall in love at first sight.

I think the rainy weather today has made me feel more in sync with the movie.

Bottomline, if new moon manages to maintain the same level of hype, Stephenie Meyer is on her way to becoming the next JK Rowling.

Talking about JK Rowling, where's Harry Potter gone?

Transformers

2009-03-13T19:43:00.006+08:00

Finally, today, i got the chance to watch some movie and out of all the movies, i chose to watch Transformers. The films alright, the animation's very close to superb, the music keeps you on the edge of your seat, the plot's pretty simple: average teenager teams up with the good guys to save the day. Couldn't be more cliche.

And wouldn't you know, the teenager who saves the day turns out to be Shia LaBeouf. Like how he pretty much exposed the killer next door in Disturbia, released in April the same year. Shia is a good actor who still can't seem to shake off his teenage looks. Much like how Leonardo DiCaprio seems to always be Jack in Titanic, no matter what other roles he's acting as.

Gotta say though, i'm in love with the Chevrolet Camaro thanks to bumble bee.

Nevertheless, transformer's a cross between a cliche hero movie and brilliant music and animation. One area that i feel the screenwriters should have changed alittle is the cheesy ending given by Optimus Prime.

Overall, an alright movie. worth the time.

the snap

2009-03-11T22:21:00.003+08:00

'how credible is buying furniture from a shop with no concept. Bo means no, non-existant in Hokkien.

snaps & videos

2009-03-11T21:44:00.007+08:00

cuz i found a stash of (porno) photos that i have on my computer (KIDDING!), so here, to share my best of the best, here's my compilation.

Seriously, if you get turn on by the photos above, you have a problem...

above: that's the best photo i got, though it's pretty blurred...

going way back now, here's the wiii academy videos!!

alright that's it for now...

people, please keep your clothes on infront of cameras!

2009-03-04T14:30:00.005+08:00

WARNING: Some pretty coarse words, though none of it you haven't heard me say...

I'm refering to this woman:

Just in case you guys haven't read the article in the straits times, click here

It's funny how she blames Edison chen totally for what has happened in the sex photos scandal. I'm not denying that Edison should be blamed, make no mistake. But, the fact is she herself has to admit that she crossed her own lines and did something that was foolish.

Don't paint a ugly picture of the guy who got you to take your clothes off and show your pussy to the world. remember that you weren't drugged, your drinks weren't spiked...

Quote from the article on cecilia's support and shouldering the blame: "My friends, family and manager all tell me not to blame myself too much. They say I'm a victim, many ordinary people have done this"

You made a FUCKING CONSCIOUS DECISION TO TAKE YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF... how does that make you a victim?

and "many ordinary people have done this"?
how does that even justify your actions in engaging in taking your own nude photos not with your husband?

Also, "ordinary people"?
so i assume it's normal to take pictures of yourself engaging in sex acts and that probably you and nicholas tse has done it?

So boys and girls, for goodness sake, keep your clothes on in front of the cameras, you won't want your kids stumbling on to your own sex tape would you?

illustrator: montages for the nostalgic soul

2009-03-03T18:00:00.000+08:00

I haven't go the chance to do stuffs to mark the last year so 2 months into the new year, i felt it's time enough to look back and see what the last year was... In part, i'm just alittle nostalgic today (thanks to Katy perry's Thinking of You) and also i felt that i should put my adobe skills to alittle practice...

alright, i give you, my montages for 2008!

3 reasons why LAMBORGHINIS are dream cars for singaporeans...

2009-03-03T15:20:00.012+08:00

in no particular order:

1. The Price.
Definitely, one of the 3 reasons i could give or anyone could give for a Lambo being a dream car is the price. let's just say, the figures could break necks faster than the horse power of the car. The cost of a flashy Lamborghini Gallardo (pictured) is upwards of about US$ 175,000. In Singapore Dollars: upwards of $270, 860! In perspective, it's a $4,000 a month salary saved in it's totality for 67.715 months. In singapore sense, it's not really possible, since in most cases, your take home pay will always be lower than that your actual salary, thanks to the central provident fund. Translation: you'd probably need a win fall (aka miracle to make the cash)

2. No one can look bad in a Lambo.
Picture this, you see a young man /woman who looks like anyone else on the street. Dressed in a smart casual style, donning a polo t shirt and jeans, topped with probably a ray-ban pair of shades. The lambo he/she steps out of just pushes the oomph factor of them way over the top. Definitely, by the t shirt and the jeans, i'm referring to the upper middle range of brands, think Levi's and Ralph Lauren. Even a beggar would look like the coolest fraudster around, with his own lambo.

3. Damn, the traffic lights.
Something every potential singaporean should think of before investing in a Lambo, how much milleage can you go with that behemoth muscle car before hitting a red light junction? Think:
Vroom vrooom, jam brakes, Vroom vroom, jam brakes, vroom vroom vrooooooom, flash! (speeding camera). Fingers crossed, your pictures are a blur...

There you have it...
My 3 reasons why Lamborghinis are better in dreams, not so on singapore's roads...

illustrator: obsession

2009-03-03T15:15:00.002+08:00

feb's what i know for sure...

2009-03-01T16:02:00.006+08:00

Reinventing yourself really makes you look at things differently. Sometimes it's good to look around you and take a hard look at yourself and realise the areas in which require certain tweaking. Febuary for me has been full of it and let's just say, febuary made me really realise what i have and what i could achieve with what i have.

What i know for sure: Distance lands clarity to sight.

illustrator: teach, you'd be amazed by your use of words...

2009-03-01T15:51:00.002+08:00

singapore slingers: spot the singaporean!

2009-03-01T08:45:00.007+08:00

(C) copyright, all rights reserved (SINGAPORE SLINGERS)

As much as i'll like to applaud the effort that the government puts into wooing foreign talent, especially in the local sports arena, the irony is that how can a national team not have someone who's truly local?

The picture above is of our local basketball team, the singapore slingers. The picture shows them coming in third at one of their games. As i was watching their game over on Sling, i can't help but think: where are the true blue singaporeans?

Isn't it alittle more realistic to have a team that comprises majority locals and a handful of foreigners? It would feel alittle less conflicting having more local faces and local players.

If the issue is that locals are not brilliant players, so be it. It would be little less mortifying to have an average Singapore Slingers with Singaporean players than to have one who can play awesomely well with almost zero local players.

PS: by almost, I refer to one singaporean who has suceeded in making it to the PLAYERS page on Singapore Slingers.com

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On the personal front, apparently, i got some skin allergy to something. it's red and patchy patchy... no photos though, i'm grossed out thinking about it... hopefully it dies down soon... it's bloody FUCKING itchy....

Reason why i'm here in front of a computer on a sunday, typing these thoughts down...

damn, i'm REALLY sleep deprived

apparently, it's march already...

3 reasons why no one should own a SUBARU IMPREZA WRX

2009-02-25T15:13:00.006+08:00

In no particular order:

#1 it's the car you win for putting your hands on it for the longest period of time.
Remember those Mediacorp Radio Subaru impreza challenge where contestants who take part have to juggle toilet time, meal time and the fatigue that comes with leaving their hands on the car for the longest amount of time. I don't know what to think of an employee who has won the car for leaving his hand on the car for inhumane periods of time. If any car company, for instance, lamborghini starts to hold such competitions, i think it's safe to say the branding's desintegrating.

#2 Because Ah Seng is the boss
I have no idea why a car like Subaru Impreza would choose radio commercials here in Singapore to target the Ah beng & Ah seng target market. When i think Subaru impreza, i think of one of the narrators in the commercials (speaking in very singaporean manner) "but bosss....." It just doesn't make sense why subaru would want to associate the car's image not with a 20 year old sophiticated young man trying to wow the ladies but instead look the other way and prefer to associate it with people who are regarded as "good for nothing" and practically life suckers...

EDIT: In fact, it's even more puzzing since impreza in polish means "show", "event", "party.

#3 It's a car that gets customized again, again, again, again and....
Have you ever seen a body of a WRX that has gone uncustomized? the tonne of the divers of WRX always have larger exhausts added and loads of other meters together with the speedometers infront. seriously, do you have to have so much info, probably one of them should tell you how hot your ass is getting as you're driving...

Now, do me a favour, stare at the picture of this diabolical car until you think you can remember the exact position of every bolt and nut...

DON'T EVER BUY A SUBARU IMPREZA WRX....

it's gonna be lengen..(wait for it)...

2009-02-24T23:34:00.000+08:00

HEY PEEPS!
Welcome to the new design of my blog, i just thought it's about time we shed the old and welcome something new...

Hope you guys like it, definitely, i have my fair share of ideas of what's to come on this space...
And let me know what you think about the design...

Everything you see is made by me in a space of 2 days...
I'm not fishing for compliments, trust me...
I just gotta say those damn bastards at ADOBE are Effing geniuses...

Ok... meanwhile let me go watch some MIO TV...

i'm gonna leave you with how the old layout looked like:

no i/it/we won't be the same

2009-02-21T23:00:00.002+08:00

it's a good thing, my dad just returned from a business trip to Sri Lanka.
thank god, though he missed his flight because of the tamil tigers plane crashing close to the international airport in Colombo, he still managed to come home safe and sound.
the feeling to have my old man back is that there's that calming sense that everything is going to be alright and everything is back to normal.

back in the past, i used to dislike that my dad was focused on our academic performance that anytime he caught us in front of the computer or doing anything, other than reading a textbook or working on assesment books, we are treated as if we didn't study at all. coming to think about it now, i have to admit, without his tough love towards our studies, my sis and i wouldn't be where we are today.

he nags at me during the course of my primary school education, everytime that we were in the car, meant that it was another time for me to recite my time tables. Thanks to the drilling, i perfected the time tables of 2 to 9 from mutiplying them by 1 to 12 for each respectively. there was no finger method for the nine time table, only learnt that during the maths class in primary six.

i guess that the point i'm making is that i love my dad and though i don't mention him too often, he's always been a very caring and loving dad.

reinventing...

2009-02-20T11:31:00.002+08:00

yes, that's what i've been up to...
in fact, i have no idea about anything else to blog about....
just got a hair cut not too long ago... (not too long ago = 3 days)
now i look like a bleedy punk... though i think i kinda like it... it's very liberating for my sculpt to finally see alittle of the light of day...

alright that's probably it...
see you guys around...

4 walls + 1 computer = what a way to reflect

2009-02-10T20:19:00.004+08:00

Now, for how long have i been surfing the web from my room for the past 3 weeks of the holis, i can't count with my toes nor my fingers. What i know is that it's been a long long time. Do me a favour, tell me if the sun's still round, would you?

What i've done though, is developed quite a liking for jogging and reading books. Recently, i've even started toying around with adobe master suite that's been installed since the beginning of time (thanks, alston.)

together with all the boredom, i got the chance to do some reflection of my own and realise somethings that i'd never really thought of and i thik sometimes, i get so caught up and inspired in these "reflections" i somehow feel i really need to change.

but, stop thinking and i realise i'm still me and ain't gonna change that soon.

but i'll just say, i realised one thing, "someone's who's constantly negative is just someone who has tonnes of issues."

nuff' said.

Alright, that's about it, i'll leave you with my teach on the MOE's "Teach, You'd be amazed by the difference you make" adverts:

what do you get when you cross a macbook and an ipod?

2009-02-03T21:23:00.002+08:00

apparently, you get a mac book wheel:

betcha it would take forever to type out an email/proposal...

i think it's a joke. apple's being anal if it's really real...

there's gay, than gay-er but this, this is gay-est!

2009-02-02T17:25:00.003+08:00

i have no idea what led me to do this but, i guess when you have loads of free time on your hands, you download all sorts of stuff. (no, i'm not talking about porn) Point is, i just downloaded high school musical 3 for the fun of it.

i have no idea why but i think as this film is made by disney, it's always so bright and cheery. the opening scene where the final match between wildcats and some other team was going on. cut to the part where zac efron was catching some ball, in the game, and for some wierd and probably gay reason, he breaks into a bloody song, not forgetting the fellow team members who were at the bench also singing!

and than cue the part where vanessa has to stand up. Now that part got me! i got chills and goosebumps just thinking about that scene now.

I haven't watch the whole movie yet, i did however, fast forward to the final scene where the "seniors" are dancing to "high school musical". The last part, where they had to smile into the camera got me again....

cheesy, gay and very very chirpy...
good for those cheesy and chirpy people, and you should be gay (in this case meaning happy) or a kid.....

Nevertheless, HSM being such a successful series of movies, i have to say the music's pretty good, minus the visuals...

then again, i'm too old for these movies. when i think good musicals,i have no idea but mama mia pops up...

no offence eh, peeps?!

mum's an iron chef, just don't ask her to cook.

2009-01-29T19:54:00.002+08:00

holla peeps! have been away long enough. Chinese New Year was pretty alright, though funny after 18 chinese new years, you really begin to wonder if the fun will fade away and so will the traditions.. Point is, as we get busier, i think we'll have lesser time, patience, strength to carry out the traditions and stuff that has to be done for chinese new year (ie.: deco and spring cleanning). Don't get me started on opportunity cost.

Moving on, my dad is out stationed this week, explaining why i have to be the one who stays at home and gets stuff done. For the past 2 evenings, i have had the chance to COOK! dinner, that is and i think at the expense of bragging, i'm pretty kick ass at cooking a fine dinner.

For the past two nights, steamed fish (salmon) and cooked vegetables (boiled lady's finger with chilli & brocolli and carrots stirfried). I'll learn how to cook soup soon... i think....

After these 2 days of cooking, i've realised why lesser people are shopping at wet markets, and spending time to cook stuff at home. I won't blame them since even though school's out, i feel cooking like this for one meal everyday can be pretty overwhelming.

Think marketing, i did mine at Thomson Plaza, purchased the 2 salmon fillets at $14+ and the veggies (brocolli, xiao bai chye, chilli, lime, onions, garlic, carrots) at about 12+ and sauces and condiments to go with the ingredients, the price is pretty alright and reasonable.

Point is, you're not buying food that ready made. Which translates to tonnes of cleaning washing, chopping, tossing, marinating that has to done by you. For me personally, being amatuer-ish at cooking, took me 3 hours, today and the day before to get the cooking eating and a little bit of cleaning done.

Now, in addition to the shopping, cleaning, washing, tossing, chopping, marinating, comes the frying, estimating and the steaming. after just 2 days of cooking, my estimation's no where near perfect, though that didn't mean the food was awful just a tinch too salty or too blend in parts.

i have to say cooking dinner for these 2 evening has been an eye opener and made me realise why it is bloody worthy to pay $2.50 for economical rice, where the dishes to choose from are wider.

Given, you can't control the saltiness and the oil in the food, nonetheless, estimation is an acquired skill and if your not a master at that, your food will be equally salty, blend, oily.

Which bring me to my mum. to whom has been advicing me on these dishes and has also been the one who has been teaching me how to cook porridge, don't know if it was a *hint hint* cook-it-for-me-sign...

she's an iron chef who can direct but who's food cannot pass ah!

alright, enough about cooking...
let me go watch some brothers and sisters...
peace!!

when repeatedly saying fuck'in is not a crime

2009-01-25T23:18:00.003+08:00

Ok, it's the eve of chinese new year!!!! yay! means great and lottsa food coming my way... just came back from reunion dinner btw. Anyway, just thought i'll post something for those who are hungry for 6 pac abs:

anyway, let me get back to watching:

i'll update with loads of things i want to say... after new year's over.... or better, when i feel like it...

back in da swing

2009-01-20T22:05:00.001+08:00

finally, it's coming back to me bit by bit....
slowly, some form of routine is taking shape....
finally... after a long while gossip girl has won me back as a loyal viewer....

heighten sense of reality or not, i love the show...
and i love how this evening has been....

pity 2 days down....

only 3 to go....

nuff' said...

chiquitita.

2009-01-18T20:03:00.000+08:00

Chiquitita, tell me whats wrong
Youre enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that youre oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, tell me the truth
Im a shoulder you can cry on
Your best friend, Im the one you must rely on
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see youve broken a feather
I hope we can patch it up together

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars theyre leaving
Youll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita

So the walls came tumbling down
And your loves a blown out candle
All is gone and it seems too hard to handle
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
There is no way you can deny it
I see that youre oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars theyre leaving
Youll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita

can you screw yourself and then watch your weight?

2009-01-17T20:04:00.001+08:00

for so long, it's been a problem of mine, though i haven't reached my target, i'm just off by alittle. No idea what i'm talking about right?

i am talking about my weight again!
now, for how long, i can't remember exactly, but since my sec 5 was over till now, i have officially loss:

20kg! (heaviest: 96kg)

i'm still off my target though, i'm hoping to weigh at the very least, 75kg. off by, 2 kgs.
who knows, probably i'll accomplish that very soon. At least i hope to.

nuff' said. let me go do some calorie damage!
MUA HAHA HAHA PASTAMANIA HERE I COME!!!

p.s: my excuse; i worked hard for it.....

----

going totally off beat,

i was looking for a screw that fell out for the bottom of my lap top sometime back,
and then i remembered my mum had a small screw in her stationary drawer. she found the screw while cleaning, a while back.

so this afternoon, i asked her for a screwdriver to screw the screw, worrying that i might not know how to use the screwdriver, she asked me...

"can you screw yourself?"

see, told you i had a liberal mother...
kidding, mum....

just me, myself, i

2009-01-06T21:43:00.002+08:00

don't want to belong,

don't want to take sides,

don't want to think what you think

don't want to be what you think we should be,

don't want to be like you,

don't want to be anyone but who i have been,

me,

myself,

i.

one strong dose of wisdom

2009-01-05T01:00:00.000+08:00

Questions aplenty, hearts to be broken, emotions to be felt, lessons to be learnt; yet, do we really know what life is? No, unfortunately, I doubt the answers out there, even if it is, it’s our choice to look for it. I just know life has many, many different ways of surprising, angering and exciting ways to get to you. In retrospect, I’ve got to say life is a funny journey and in all its peculiarity, we got through it as we get through it. Just when you think you can’t go any further, fate has it that it’s meant to be and that you got to walk it to know it.

We just got to take it. Anything life throws, we catch, whether we’re ready or not. Whether we are supposed to or not. We take it.

Be it on faith,

Be it on trust,

Be it out of love,

Be it on yourself,

You trust, you go and you love it.

A life without regrets is a life not led.

So, y’all better get to it!

i don't do new years (resolutions)

2009-01-04T20:36:00.003+08:00

to start things off, new year's day wasn't exactly fantastic.

Got involved in a minor car accident. the result? A horribly dented back bumper plus the reverse signal got smashed up. Probably what's poort thing would be the car that knocked into us was a JAGUAR! Guess, i started the year with a bam! (pun intended) the worst thing was that the reason i wanted to leave the house was because i needed to grab some pants that i could wear at home. Guess it's still a good omen that the car got "trashed" by a JAG!

To make matters worse, i believe, i've managed to alienate almost everyone in the past 3 weeks holidays. So, again apologies to my poor classmates who have been messaging me, calling me and stuff like that for me or to me, SO SORRY!

Moving on, i don't plan on setting out any new years resolutions because i believe none of those things actually are accomplished at the end of the year. Flip back to the previous new year, my resolution, would have most likely look something like:

From: List #1 : the new year and the 10 new needs

Make more friends....

Move out and aound more.... PERENNIAL CONDITION

Get busy..... PERENNIAL CONDITION

Exercise.... PERENNIAL CONDITION

Learn to become a DJ....

Learn to play the Drums....

Watch what i do....

Be more disciplined...... PERENNIAL CONDITION

Keep in touch with old friends....

EAT LESS, LEARN MORE!!!!

Like i said, most of which i pretty much manage to carry forward.
Make more friends (ok, i manage this pretty well i guess.)
Move out and around more (don't know what it meant, but if it referred to jogging, done, shopping? nope... so i guess it still stands)
Get Busy (now, that stands completely)
Exercise (ok, done, jogging is my new past time, considering i've done it 4 times last week)
Learn to become a DJ (still hopelessly standing at where radio academy last left me)
Learn to play drums (now, the closest i got to solving this was adam, danny and angie's suggestion towards drumming lesssons.)
Watch what i do (SKIPP!)
Be More disciplined (Accomplished. i think i'm more disciplined than i was one year back)
Keep in touch with old friends (yueming, you be the judge on this one...)
Eat less, learn more (relative to what i've been through last year in sec school, i did well..)

Surprise surprise, it was EXACTLY ONE YEAR BEFORE, today, that i made the post of the 10 things.

So in some form of tradition, i'll give it another go:

My 10 needs this year:

Keep fit, Keep Healthy.
Be more socialable. Don't alienate.
STOP COMPLAINING / WHINNING!
Remain neat / tidy.
READ MORE!!
Be More Thrifty.
Be forward looking.
Speak clearly, confidently.
Begin writing weekly.
FOCUS! DISCIPLINE

pretty much thats it...
now, i seem to be miles away from these needs,
so pardon me, while i go make up distance for myself.

night people...

the word of 2008: friends

2008-12-31T13:29:00.005+08:00

Just thought the year started not too long ago and bam! We are on the final day of 2008. In retrospect, i think i've enjoyed pretty long and pretty dreadful holidays and the best friendships that i've forged since my childhood.

I gotta say, my primary school years has been probably the most horrid years i've to go through. Point is, i've never been a fan of school, no doubt, i have made some irrepaceable friends and friendships alike, most of whom, i still keep in touch with. But, primary school has always been a F*CKING pain in the royal ass, i was never the brightest bulb in any class, during the tenure of my primary school years. Lots of tears were shed (and it's the truth). And in turn, self esteem was so low, it's non-existant.

I remember doing a play in primary 4, landing (get this) a lead role as a blue elephant who lost his ring on his wedding day. (nevertheless, like i said, it was an omen, i was screwed either way as a blue elephant or myself. btw, i never kissed any girl, else, it'll be considered child pornography) Being on stage at that point wasn't any form of self esteem or self confidence boost. Neither did i cry after acting nor did i feel i did a very good job, i just remember running to my mum who's in the audience, after the play.

During the practice sessions, i've never been receptive towards instructions from anyone because like i said, i wasn't particularly self confident. Thinking back, there were pretty few friends i had in Primary school. I was never the popular one, never the sporty one, never the bloody active one, never took a liking towards soccer, or WWE or WWF which was horrendously famous at that time. And like i tell you, i was rather interested in the phenomenaly boring stuff: news and current affairs...

Maths was a bloody fucking pain and by pain i mean real pain, my parents, especially my dad got very very worried for my maths (because of which there was the screaming and the shouting and the crying), which i did pretty poorly back in primary school (primary 4 probably was when my maths hit rock bottom) nevertheless, i've managed a subsequent pass in my PSLE. Doesn't mean i did phenomenaly well in secondary shool for maths. (Thanks to tuition, i managed a b4 in O lvls). Thinking back, i remember having Mrs.Lee as my maths teacher back in p6, she would tell you, my daily maths worksheets were always filled with magic numbers. And i won't lie, i just had no interest in maths, NONE.

In secondary school, my interest in studying did improve, in the sense that i did have an interest in certain subjects, like; geography, social studies, home econs (minus the bloody sewing), english, maths (for a moment in sec 2, because of my very hardworking and very amusing maths teacher Ms. Susan Chng.) and finally accounting which my mother excelled in.

Point is, during the course of my primary and secondary education, i wouldn't have made it through, not for my friends who have been there with me through it. Moving on to polytechnic, i can't tell you how these people really are able to bring out the freak in you, but i think they are just able to do just that, and bit by bit, thanks to these dudes and babes, i got my self confidence back.

Wacky and fun and caring and at the same time, shamelessly hardworking (you know who you are) these are just some of the words i can pick out to describe these poly friends of mine and once again, they really are the ones why i can do pretty well... Now, no man is an island, because, the man owes it to the island (ok, bad metaphor...)

Point is, my whole year, i owe to these friends of mine...
New, Old, etc.

This one thing i know for sure about me:
I'm made up of more than my yesterdays and i'm not me because i won't be without you guys (friends & family). I was never meant to be the popular one (thank god, i'm not) but i think i pretty damn sure bring laughter and tears (because of the laughing) everywhere i go... for that,

THANK YOU!
(for laughing... and please continue laughing)

Btw,
HAPPY NEW YEAR Y'ALL
(in advance)

enough.

2008-12-27T20:15:00.002+08:00

moving on,

not slowing down,

speeding up,

new challenges to overcome,

new horizons to search,

new dreams to chase

enough of me being me,

enough of this.

just enough

now get this, charity MUST start from home

2008-12-22T22:35:00.003+08:00

Just watched news 5 tonight just a few moments ago and i realised something wierd. First, one of the main stories on the programme was news on ex-NKF Chairman's wife's jail sentence (which, personally i feel 22 months, is a little too short, you must be wondering why i'd say that...) read on...

It's funny that following the story on the Ex NKF chairman's wife, the next main story featured was none other than "Charities expect public donations to fall in 2009" (Quoted from CNA's website) Now, a few points i'll like to make on this issue:

1. Don't you think pre economic recession, donations have already been affected?
It's true and it's obvious that donations have slipped post NKF saga. so, i do believe it's unfair to say that during recession, people are going to give less, given the case that donations haven't been a breeze pre recession. Unfortunately, i'm sure cause there's no figures i could give to prove that... So, read on...

2. Would people think and feel the same about donations, Post-NKF saga?
I'm not sure about you, but i certainly don't trust donations anymore post NKF saga than i did pre NKF saga. thinking back, NKF used certain gimmicks in luring students to donate huge sums of money towards the organisation. Remember those yellow cards that you put money in, hopefully to redeem some "top prize" like the torchlight cum radio? Thinking back NKF has always been giving out all the twisted ideas of what charity and donations really mean, and i think the organisation is ran much like a "philantrocapalistic" organisation that one that has kidney patient's needs at heart. Don't even get me started on ren ci.

What i do know though is that it takes more than 22 MONTHS to repair the image of the new NKF and of all charity organisations in Singapore. Granted, we shouldn't hold the wife "hostage" or responsible for the saga, as it did really throw the spotlight on to Singapore's governing bodies of chairity organisations (the Commisioner of Charities, and incidentally, the Health Ministry.)

Bottomline, charity begins at home, so don't borther dropping coins in silver cans when you know your not doing your part at home....

You know who you are...

just blabble and click publish post

2008-12-18T17:11:00.000+08:00

Now that it's the holidays, i find myself really immersing myself in some serious dose of R&R. Seriously, this is good stuff. Got the chance to watch Gossip Girls, Top Gear, A few movies and in fact, to be fair, i though i'll just watch Fifth Gear; and i did. Along side just slacking, i did a fair bit of jogging in the past couple of days, which accounts for my very very sore muscles...

Add to all that, a brand new book; Babara Walter's Audition, a memoir. i know, i still have tonnes of books lying around waiting to be read and that my bank account figures have hit a new low and i really need to reimburse that. But, outside of all these, i still found the balls to go buy that hard cover addition of the book, costing slighty over 40 bucks.

Nevertheless, psst.... the gift exchange thig we're gonna have when school reopens, fret' not, i already got the gift for 10 dollars flat.... ok probably not 10 but somewhere there... and i betcha gonna like it.... (you better!!)

Christmas, if you hadn't notice is just next thursday, which means i really need to go shopping for chinese new year clothes, since new years in Jan '09. Went on a few fruitless shopping trips last saturday at topshop, couldn't find anything... guess i just have no idea what to wear...

----

So, for the past couple of days along side just slacking, R&R-ing and some jogging, i got the chance to reflect on certain things in my life. like i always have when i'm terribly free, i finally realised one thing. I have always been a thorn among the roses.

I think the whole thing started when i was back in primary 3 where i was placed, by the hog of a teacher to sit with 4 or 5 girls, surrounding me. I remember having my classmate Dora next to me who is the prefect of the class, and a few specky and irratatingly funny looking girls sitting around. I even remember an incident when Dora's mother, who was my maths teacher when i was in primary one, come tell me in a "i'm-warning-you" kind of tone to not step on Dora's shoes. (apologies dora)

I'm thinking the teacher definitely thought that by placing me there with the girls, i'll be "isolated" and probably shut my gab (i'd admit, i'm a very very very very talkative guy and i still think i am). However, surprise surprise, i became more talkative (sounds as if i'm blaming the girls...)

Point is, babe magnet or not, i think i've grown since the P3 incident and realise that the best friendships are those shared between the opposite sexes. Towards girls, boys will have that interest and admiration they will not openly express towards the same sex, same for the girls. (Note: admiration, not love)

Next, it's difficult to think up reasons why you might hate the opposite sex, unless, you're homo... (By reasons, i do refer to the rationale ones and not silly one-of dumb sexist jokes that come on badges like men are the cause for "menopause")

Basically, i do find it easier to be around roses, (thanks to the practice in p3) neither do i find it difficult being a really thorny thorn with my fellow thorns... So get this straight, i ain't a babe magnet peeps, i'm a people magnet...

i'm only joking....

take care... =)

when in doubt, play wii and then talk about it

2008-12-01T13:43:00.000+08:00

so took a day off from school today...
not to laze around on my ass today but instead, took the train this morning to City Hall to go for a talk, on journalism! Who knew SPH would hold events like this.

Surprise surprise, the turn out's pretty impressive. So impressive, there's not enough sits in the convention hall (raffles, Olivia Room) to hold them all. Now, the topic on the talk was about the opportunities for undergrads to persue their "SPH scholarship". So it's wierd that when the Q&A session came on, the people were voicing their questions not on how they can apply for the scholarship and what it entails but rather, people started asking questions along the lines of
"Are there potentially any sort of guidelines we have to abide by, when writing stories?" or there was this young lady who remarked,"i'm a very opiniated person, hence, will there be things that will be censored?".

Hold on a second, these people who took the opportunity to stand up infront of the crowd to speak through the microphones with a pretty high standard of language-ability, are asking questions like that?!

The simple answer, which i thought was common sense would have to be that you stand by what you say, you have to be accountable, and be sensible, don't write things that you know are obviously "biting the hand that feeds you".

Also, the next question that came up, were the ones about bloggers and their place in journalism. I was so tuned out to the conversation because it was rapidly turning into a talk on the media landscape in singapore. And these people who attended are beginning to look like reporters at a press conferrence of sorts.

Anyway, the scholarship thing is still weighing in on my mind, so let me go plays some wii and hopefully return clearer-minded, and more focused perhaps. To intern or not to intern....

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....

i ain't freakin, i ain't faking this

2008-11-30T10:28:00.001+08:00

yup, officially, the ting tings has got to my head and they won't shut up and let me go. But it's not too bad cuz i was at the traffic light junction, looking at a "impacilla carpisung" fruit machine. Suddenly, the great dj of my ipod played "be the one" Then my primary school friend who might have seen me from the opposite side, waved in my direction and shouted "wilson!" To which i replied, "That's not my name!"

To be honest, that never happened, but the words in bold, they are song names. wonder how many of you actually bought the story...

Ok, to be fair, the Ting Tings are not exactly the best rock band or twosome around, but their music, is a pretty fine tune to wake up to on a Sunday morning like this, very fitting actually.

Ok, point is, i updated my blog...

now shut up and let me go, hey!

Spotted: Suffering from a different kind of fever.

2008-11-20T21:38:00.000+08:00

yeap, inspired by the screen capture that kicks off every episode of Gossip Girl, below.

i had a go with a re-creation of that very same screen capture. With some power point magic...

and for my E35C peeps:

and for my w47L peeps:
probably the kind of photo you might find on Gossip Girls,

alrighty... that's about it! I saved the ppt file btw... just in case for those "nice" photos...

night!

spotted: sick, but that's yesterday's news.

2008-11-19T22:56:00.000+08:00

hehehe, yes, if you hadn't already known, the week from last friday right up til now has been a HELL of a week ad i do mean HELL. First of all, i had to do a partial on Friday for my cognitive processes module, because i was feeling so messed up and out of sync and running a high fever together with a flu that came out of nowhere. That's after buying the cake for Yu Shan's Birthday.

The F&F [fever and Flu] persisted through till sunday afternoon where it showed some respite. I was after popping some 8 panadols, and down gallons and gallons of water and soda water with salt. Apparently, i was too enthusiastic and too genereous with the salt that when added to soda water meant that it was more "cooling" in TCM terminology. What that spun off was coughing and damn was this cough bad... Phelgm was white on sunday, turned yellow just yesterday... but i think i'm already recovering...

And just when i thought that all was well, when F&F subsided but the cough persisted, Monday morning gave rise to persistant tooth ache, caused by the swelling of my gums around the wisdom tooth in my mouth.... 2 WISDOM TEETH, coming out at the same time. FUCKIDITY FUCK FUCK FUCK!

it's fucking painful and i can tell you, it's not for the faint hearted. one on the upper side of my molar on the left and the lowerside on the same left side. Though, it's thousand times better, i can tell you, it still hurts and that i still cannot eat solid food, at least i'd probably take an hour to finish, if i tried. hope it's gone by tomorrow.

Nevertheless, told you it was a Hell of an experience....

By the way, a shout out to the birthday boy,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHI WEI!! (best wishes!!)

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finally, i'd like to share with you this stor i entered into for my RJ submission this evening....
pretty interesting, if you took the chance to read it... no offence, to anyone from Pierce Secondary school. Especially you, Yue ming....

Have a read:

"I think one of the occasions that in retrospect, I found, I might have chosen the wrong word. It’s also a pretty embarrassing affair. It’s about how I got into my secondary school; Yio Chu Kang Secondary School. I live in Bishan, and one of the schools around the vicinity of my home will have to be the same secondary school my sister got into. Pierce Secondary School, was the school my dad thought would have been a better school for both me and my sister to get into. Besides the benefit of an extra 30 minutes or so in bed, since the school is just a 5 minute walk away from my house, it would mean that my sister will be able to play the role of “big brother watching”, one she perfected I think through out my primary school years. Nevertheless to cut the story short, Pierce never seemed to work out for me. Felt as if I was a misfit, nothing worked, hated the teachers, all these, within 3 days of entering the school. By the way, I was initially admitted into Yio Chu Kang Secondary school. Basically, the rule was that to transfer back into the school you were initially admitted into, you must, accompanied by your parents, go meet with the school principal and convince the principal that you are really willing to come back to the school.

Having said that, when the principal asked me the question as to why would I like to come back to the school; I said that in Pierce, I hated the environment because the students in the normal academic stream class which I was unfortunately put into behaved like “hooligans.” Pretty much, you could conclude that I was implying the school was a conducive environment in which to nurture “hooligans”. Looking back on that incident, I felt that probably, “hooligans” wasn’t the right word and that probably the whole sentence was a mistake. And that it shouldn’t have been my answer in the first place. Probably I could have emphasized that I wanted to be in an environment that could positively impact my future and a place in which I could make great friends, foster and develop memories. However, as ironic as it might seem, as inappropriate the sentence I uttered, in retrospect, at that pivotal meeting, it got me through to have a magnificent 5 years in secondary school, of which, I would not trade up for anything."

Peace out!!!
NIGHT!

a first, for humor's sake

2008-10-29T15:33:00.000+08:00

Ok, i have to say this has nothing to do with anyone, anyone at all....
really....
but who would believe right?

The showcase: SYTYH posters

2008-10-29T14:48:00.001+08:00

Ok, you can roughly gauge, how bored out of my soul, i am, when i decide to do something "creative". Remember the magazine cover page?

Anyway, With that said, i present to you,
my work:

Created with: PowerPoint
About: "So You Think You Are Hot? Contest".

First of all, i started off with sort of a poster for the guys, trying to fill it up with alittle caption.
First Attempt:

Decided, that i was not good with captions, i decided to go for a blend poster:

Enlarged the guy, by the way...

And the Together Shot:

Any Comments?

Edit: realised, that the together shot missed the E in the title...

anyway, here it is!

tonnes of tomes, tonnes of videos, one week...

2008-10-26T23:00:00.000+08:00

got so many books that i want to read, but i only have one week....

I've got:

Reading People by Jo Ellen Dimitrius

Which, according to my mother goes into detail about how this renown jury expert (Jo-Ellen) is able to read the personalities of the people just by observing the way he or she dresses, carries him/herself. Souds interesting, but is a deadly sedative... for sleep that is.... Since the words are pretty fine.

A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson.

From the author who brought to the world, "A Lost Continent", Bill Bryson has worked his wits and jokes and light hearted yet very insightful writing style of his into this 574 pages thick tome. The titles says it all, for the contents of this book. Covering everything from the atoms that make us, to the world around us. Another, sedative for sleep.... Very Deep Sleep....

Marley & Me by John Grogan.

A book about the love for a very very different and unique Labrador, Like the fine print on the front cover of the book reads, "life and love with the world''s worst dog". The book ends, with it's last chapter, dedicated to the memoriem of Marley's life. Pretty good stuff...

Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki

this one, i've been waiting to read. Because it's a very promising book about money and how best to grow it. Getting out of the rat race and that board game, i hope to see... "Cash Flow". Plus, to top it all off, it's a New York Times Bestseller.

Besides books, i've been witing for this one week to come, so that i can catch up on that heroes phenomenen. And How I Met Your Mother, looks very, very promising... In fact i'm on to the 7th episode already...

Besides heroes, i wanna catch up on gossip girls, Desperate housewives and Prison break....

7 days, tonnes of wants....

wish me luck...

and by the way,

"Have you met ted??"

what a superficial, narcisstic world are we?!

2008-10-25T17:37:00.000+08:00

Ever heard the saying that "humans are immensely flawed creatures"?
We take things or people at face value.
If they don't look good, chuck them.
If they look good... "hey there, gorgeous!"

Point is, i feel that we shouldn't let ourselves falter to the thought that looking and liking beautiful things and people are just a part of human nature and that there's nothing we can do about it.
We can do something about it! it's freewill...

Plus, don't be so full of yourself...
complaining about things in your life, going around behaving so "emotionally tied down"...
look around you...
life's definitely more than that narcisstic lenses you put on, to look at yourself everyday.

like Stacie Orrico's Song "There's gotta be more to life...."
There sure is....

maturity...helps you cope with change

2008-10-19T23:03:00.001+08:00

so, recently, just typed up the previous post about how change can be such a bitch. thinking back about that now, better prepared now, i think, i'm ready for it. change, that is.

for most parts of today, besides the house chores, i got my chance to watch alittle bit of One Tree Hill. only the peyton and lucas parts of it though, over on YouTube. I remember how back in secondary school, i was watching this over on one of the fansites and i actually got so infatuated with this drama that i took out the basket ball (that was rotting underneath the bed in the maid's room) and started messing around with it.

Don't know whether to say if it was good or bad, but like all other "infatuations" this one, belonged in the bin... till today. Point is, i'm not going to pick up that basket ball and start messing around with it anytime soon (plus, i'm sure the ball's not around anymore). But rather, the lines that these actors and actresses are reciting, make more sense now then compared to when i was 13 or 14. Probably, for my then immature and probably undeniably simple mind, just couldn't fathom or understand what these lines mean, but just lines themselves.

Probably, as people get older, the things that they see, hear, feel are different as compared to when they were young...

Point is, maturity changes the wa we see things in life...
maturity helps us change....
maturity is gained through change....

So to you people, still trying to wrap your mind around change, give yourself a dose of maturity...

11:02pm

ps: need not be one tree hill.... try the oc perhaps.... =P

change... is the only constant....

2008-10-09T20:22:00.000+08:00

It's been awhile since i last had such a feeling... A feeling of breathlessness, a feeling of something's changed and meant to be... that its all too late.... something that's been set in stone and all that's left is how you react? What can you do now? What can you salvage?

Sounds cruel... But frankly, The conversation i had with Lie Zhen in the train made me think... too much probably...

However, it did made me come to terms with being able to feel the fullness of what the phrase "change is the only constant" meant. Even as i write this, i'm trying to piece these things together.

We all know too well that change is inevitable. But i myself struggle to get my mind around reacting to it.
There are the super adapters; throw them anywhere, they grow; on you, on themselves, on the environment around them.
The snap and go; adapts to change, forgets who they knew previously, transitioning themselves too fast into the "new" environment.
The in betweens; struggles between keeping in touch with the people they know all too well... & keeping up with the new environment around themselves.
The old is gold; can't adapt, refuses to try, have to stay safe, play it safe and refuse to barge...

I feel, personally i'm the in betweens... I don't want to lose those friends i know, neither do i want to be "outcasted" in class. I don't want past friendships to "shatter into smitherins" and what remains of it are memories and the photos...
Neither do i want to hinder making new friendships... I want to feel excited and want to go back to school everyday...
However, day after day, i feel that ability slipping away....
And this vicious cycle of thoughts continue....

i hope i'll wake up tomorrow, to a brand new day, brand new start and hopefully move on from these feelings....
Because these are seriously screwed up and messed up feelings...
that makes you feel drained, at a loss and....

breathless...
speechless....
thoughtless.....

petrified...

8:30pm

pictures from so long ago...

2008-10-08T22:26:00.000+08:00

yep... that's what this post is about.... photos that i didn't know were in my phone for too long a time... to even recall when it was taken... (not really...) SO PHOTOS AWAY!!! Apologies... If You happen to look unglam... =X

THE CHALET.....

THE SHISHA...

THE RANDOM....

ABOVE: Proof that KIKI IS A BOY....

AND FOR MY E35C-ers:

(psst... YNEZ.... I LOVE STAGE TOO.... NOT REALLY....) =)

(AND THE RESIDENT FENG SHAN-er)

that's it...

take care peeps....
and emily calm down.... don't fall off that chair....
=)

11:00PM

sorta in a rut, waiting to get out of...

2008-10-06T19:15:00.001+08:00

Today, is one of those persistantly, stereotypically, permanently(hope not) bluish mondays. Really don't feel in the mood to be chatting or even thinking about tomorrow... Hopefully, it ends soon...

Been to night safari last Saturday, was really great to be back there again, given that the last time i've been there, i couldn't remember how old i was but just that it was all dark and that i remember watching an animal pooping in it's enclosure. It wasn't intentional.

Anyway, back to what i was saying earlier, i found out that the singapore Tourism Board really did a hell of a good job when it markets tourism in singapore. Marketing that is... But the execution, is another thing altogether.

However, the guides were pretty much obeying the slogan: Uniquely singapore. I do believe that Singapore is one of those one in a million countries where we hire foriegners to head the guiding and the talking and the hospitality in our tourism sector. Why would i say that? Because, our guide, was Filipino.

Alright, i got some photos to share... soon....

Hopefully i get out of this rut soon...
really soon...

7:15pm