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Monday, October 31, 2005
My start to the new semester was plain retard.
Okay, that sounds a bit too vulgar. It's just abnormal, I should say. Both in the good and bad ways.
The first lesson I had was fantastic, needless to say. I had the chance to fiddle around with video camcorders for the first time ever. I know I very the suaku. I don't own an mp3 player, to set the record straight, what more a digicam.I am even using a handphone, those as big as a brick with a stupid antenna protruding out.
Despite having the chance to be a director, cameraman and the people behind the scenes in the TV productions, I'm still not keen to take up the Specialist Dip. in Digital Film & TV. At $1,500 for 3 years, maybe it's worth the money. But what about time? Most importantly, I don't have the interest in it. Maybe not yet...
Anyway, the DMS is gonna be a place full of nice memories. Great facilities and not to mention lecturers too. Last term there was Ms Nga. This term isn't any worse. Ms Kwa is just as great, that's what my first impression of her is. And at one glance, i can mistook her for Ms Nga's sister. The way they walk, the way they dress, the way they conduct lessons... everything is just too similar to be different.
But yet again, their surnames are different. So I guess that'll put my doubts to rest.
Econs weren't as bad as I thought it would be. For the first time ever, I get the chance to sit in the front rows of the lecuture theatre. Did I make it sound as if it's nice? 'cause it really isn't. What's worse is that I'm sitting directly in front of the lecturer. RIGHT IN FRONT.
And when she started speaking I was like, FUCK. This is gonna be yet another BITCH. But hell no, she's pretty knowledgable and somehow her lesson seem interesting despite teaching a rather dry module. Perhaps it's the closeness I share with her. And no, I still think that it sucks.
If that's a 'thumbs up' for me, the next lecturer was certainly a 'thumbs down'. Ironically, the following lecture is being held at the very same lecture hall as the previous one. 2 different lecture, 2 different lecturers, 2 different experiences.
The latter is boring. Plain boring. The lecturer looks very inexperienced, very much like me when I do presentations. Yeah, you read it right. I present boring-ly. Hah! Luckily at the end of his class,I didn't draw the map of Singapore on the table- with my saliva. But his dry jokes and blur-like-sotong-outlook make me appreciate him. Did I?
And as interesting as 'Web Publishing' may sound, I only learn how to copy HTML codes from the notes to Dreamweaver. "Finish already? Ya, you can go home... have a nice holiday."
Of course we can't escape some blabberings here and there, else a class wouldn't be complete right? Pity this lecturer of mine, either he have a stiff neck or have broken it before. He just doesn't turn his head!
This is a boring entry I should say, as my previous entries would have been too. The worse thing to have happened today? Starting off school with a 9-5 schedule- with bad flu bugging me all day long.
The best thing? I saw a beauty.
And no, there's no beast in sight. ;)
Okay, that sounds a bit too vulgar. It's just abnormal, I should say. Both in the good and bad ways.
The first lesson I had was fantastic, needless to say. I had the chance to fiddle around with video camcorders for the first time ever. I know I very the suaku. I don't own an mp3 player, to set the record straight, what more a digicam.
Despite having the chance to be a director, cameraman and the people behind the scenes in the TV productions, I'm still not keen to take up the Specialist Dip. in Digital Film & TV. At $1,500 for 3 years, maybe it's worth the money. But what about time? Most importantly, I don't have the interest in it. Maybe not yet...
Anyway, the DMS is gonna be a place full of nice memories. Great facilities and not to mention lecturers too. Last term there was Ms Nga. This term isn't any worse. Ms Kwa is just as great, that's what my first impression of her is. And at one glance, i can mistook her for Ms Nga's sister. The way they walk, the way they dress, the way they conduct lessons... everything is just too similar to be different.
But yet again, their surnames are different. So I guess that'll put my doubts to rest.
Econs weren't as bad as I thought it would be. For the first time ever, I get the chance to sit in the front rows of the lecuture theatre. Did I make it sound as if it's nice? 'cause it really isn't. What's worse is that I'm sitting directly in front of the lecturer. RIGHT IN FRONT.
And when she started speaking I was like, FUCK. This is gonna be yet another BITCH. But hell no, she's pretty knowledgable and somehow her lesson seem interesting despite teaching a rather dry module. Perhaps it's the closeness I share with her. And no, I still think that it sucks.
If that's a 'thumbs up' for me, the next lecturer was certainly a 'thumbs down'. Ironically, the following lecture is being held at the very same lecture hall as the previous one. 2 different lecture, 2 different lecturers, 2 different experiences.
The latter is boring. Plain boring. The lecturer looks very inexperienced, very much like me when I do presentations. Yeah, you read it right. I present boring-ly. Hah! Luckily at the end of his class,I didn't draw the map of Singapore on the table- with my saliva. But his dry jokes and blur-like-sotong-outlook make me appreciate him. Did I?
And as interesting as 'Web Publishing' may sound, I only learn how to copy HTML codes from the notes to Dreamweaver. "Finish already? Ya, you can go home... have a nice holiday."
Of course we can't escape some blabberings here and there, else a class wouldn't be complete right? Pity this lecturer of mine, either he have a stiff neck or have broken it before. He just doesn't turn his head!
This is a boring entry I should say, as my previous entries would have been too. The worse thing to have happened today? Starting off school with a 9-5 schedule- with bad flu bugging me all day long.
The best thing? I saw a beauty.
And no, there's no beast in sight. ;)
Happy Deepavali and Happy Holidays!
Saturday, October 29, 2005
I'm supposed to be present for spac2go's bbq at ECP but somehow, neither my soul nor my body is there today.
Since last night, I have been popping pills.
Strepsils that is.
Obviously it's for my sore throat.
Then when I wake up this morning to have a little something before the start of my fast, my nose start to drip like nobody's business.
No, not even the plumber from PUB can help me solve this problem of mine.
Miraculously, a simple invention called the 'tissue' is all that I need.
Correction, not one. Lots and lots of them.
And as the sun rose higher, my body grows weaker.
So weak that I feel like fainting.
I knew this will happen, as it has always been in this sequence.
Sore throat. Flu. Fever.
The last stage... I'm anticipating it. Uneagerly.
If my body could talk, it'd say "Fitri, the worse has yet to come. Behold..."
What a perfect timing for my body to malfuction.
When school is just about to start once again.
When Hari Raya is looming 'round the corner.
Aiyah, I think mine is nothing compared to Alvin's . Joannah said that he had heatstroke. Dehydration. All because he played basketball. Too much of it, that is. Unless I am the first person in Singapore to suffer from bird flu, I guess we should all save our prayers for Alvin. I hope he's recovering well.
Oh no, wait... I just had chicken for dinner.
And it doesn't have a tag that notes its 'nationality'.
Not when I bought it just now as a side dish though.
When it's all dead and fried.
Since last night, I have been popping pills.
Strepsils that is.
Obviously it's for my sore throat.
Then when I wake up this morning to have a little something before the start of my fast, my nose start to drip like nobody's business.
No, not even the plumber from PUB can help me solve this problem of mine.
Miraculously, a simple invention called the 'tissue' is all that I need.
Correction, not one. Lots and lots of them.
And as the sun rose higher, my body grows weaker.
So weak that I feel like fainting.
I knew this will happen, as it has always been in this sequence.
Sore throat. Flu. Fever.
The last stage... I'm anticipating it. Uneagerly.
If my body could talk, it'd say "Fitri, the worse has yet to come. Behold..."
What a perfect timing for my body to malfuction.
When school is just about to start once again.
When Hari Raya is looming 'round the corner.
Aiyah, I think mine is nothing compared to Alvin's . Joannah said that he had heatstroke. Dehydration. All because he played basketball. Too much of it, that is. Unless I am the first person in Singapore to suffer from bird flu, I guess we should all save our prayers for Alvin. I hope he's recovering well.
Oh no, wait... I just had chicken for dinner.
And it doesn't have a tag that notes its 'nationality'.
Not when I bought it just now as a side dish though.
When it's all dead and fried.
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fucking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fucking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
:: My Chemical Romance "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)"
Friday, October 28, 2005
I have been waiting to go back to school once more, after such a long hiatus from it. I'd say it has been a well-deserved break for me. Yeah, I call it a 'break' 'cause I practically rot at home each and every day. Kudos to those who have been working so hard in this semester break. (Working here refers to being out in the recruit-and-retrench world, NOT revising for the upcoming semester)
Isn't it nice to have cash in your hands? Cash that's worth every sweat that you drop, (ignore this if you're working under the air-con) that you earned so hard for, that you feel is satisfactory of all your diligence and hard work...
I won't be surprised if I see human beings, that I know of, with the symbol '$' in their eyeballs. No, no... it's not that they are wearing the new contact lenses that bears that particular pattern. I'd say the things that come to their minds now are 'Shop', 'Spend' and 'Indulge'. Who can blame them? It's finally time for them to wind down, shop and hang around!
As for me it's to the hammock once again as I take a step back, looking at fashionistas sashaying down the corridors of SP once the school reopens. 'No money, no honey', as the saying goes. I still prefer the Ah Beng style though, 'No money, no talk. Just sit once corner and watch lah!'
School's on next week and I was looking through my calendar just now, already searching for the next term break. And as if I hadn't realise this weeks ago, I have to come to school for only 3 days! Talk about a perfect start to school! But, I'd rather look at it at a pessimistic point of view. Here's why...
Monday - School
Tuesday -Deepavali (No school...)
Wednesday - School
Thursday - Hari Raya (No school, AGAIN!)
Friday - School
Wah lau!!! Can we don't have school on the eve of the public holidays?!?!? As for the Friday, maybe I take LOA lah. I've never taken one before for my own personal reasons leh, like down with a sickness or just plain lazy to attend school. In fact there's only one and only time when I took the LOA, that's also thanks to a teacher in charge of an event.
But don't rate me an angel just yet. I do ponteng (see also: skip classes) here and there sometimes. Worse, or best still, I participate in 'Mass Ponteng'. Oh man... these are the stuffs that are going down 'Memory Lane' once I graudate from SP. =)
But anyway, I've not seen my friends for so long already lah. Every single soul out there that I know of. So I think it's better to come on those school days to catch up with them. Blame my fasting period ah, it slows me down to a snail's pace. I can live without food but not without water. Period.
spac2go's BBQ is on tomorrow at ECP, not the highway though but the 'sandy'-way. and I'm still in search for this particular soul by the initials of 'hd'. Somehow, I'm pretty sure he or she is a member of spac2go. I'll go hunt him down with my spear that I bought from Toys 'R' Us tomorrow. I hope it'll do me wonders...
Isn't it nice to have cash in your hands? Cash that's worth every sweat that you drop, (ignore this if you're working under the air-con) that you earned so hard for, that you feel is satisfactory of all your diligence and hard work...
I won't be surprised if I see human beings, that I know of, with the symbol '$' in their eyeballs. No, no... it's not that they are wearing the new contact lenses that bears that particular pattern. I'd say the things that come to their minds now are 'Shop', 'Spend' and 'Indulge'. Who can blame them? It's finally time for them to wind down, shop and hang around!
As for me it's to the hammock once again as I take a step back, looking at fashionistas sashaying down the corridors of SP once the school reopens. 'No money, no honey', as the saying goes. I still prefer the Ah Beng style though, 'No money, no talk. Just sit once corner and watch lah!'
School's on next week and I was looking through my calendar just now, already searching for the next term break. And as if I hadn't realise this weeks ago, I have to come to school for only 3 days! Talk about a perfect start to school! But, I'd rather look at it at a pessimistic point of view. Here's why...
Monday - School
Tuesday -Deepavali (No school...)
Wednesday - School
Thursday - Hari Raya (No school, AGAIN!)
Friday - School
Wah lau!!! Can we don't have school on the eve of the public holidays?!?!? As for the Friday, maybe I take LOA lah. I've never taken one before for my own personal reasons leh, like down with a sickness or just plain lazy to attend school. In fact there's only one and only time when I took the LOA, that's also thanks to a teacher in charge of an event.
But don't rate me an angel just yet. I do ponteng (see also: skip classes) here and there sometimes. Worse, or best still, I participate in 'Mass Ponteng'. Oh man... these are the stuffs that are going down 'Memory Lane' once I graudate from SP. =)
But anyway, I've not seen my friends for so long already lah. Every single soul out there that I know of. So I think it's better to come on those school days to catch up with them. Blame my fasting period ah, it slows me down to a snail's pace. I can live without food but not without water. Period.
spac2go's BBQ is on tomorrow at ECP, not the highway though but the 'sandy'-way. and I'm still in search for this particular soul by the initials of 'hd'. Somehow, I'm pretty sure he or she is a member of spac2go. I'll go hunt him down with my spear that I bought from Toys 'R' Us tomorrow. I hope it'll do me wonders...
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Everyday, I do a countdown. A countdown to the time I break my fast. But today was a special day. I had 2 countdowns. Ever since my fasting month started, I have never have 2 countdowns in a single day. No, not even when I was eager anticipating the touch down of China's space shuttle (Not!).
As the clock ticks to 6pm, my hands were already strategically placed on my keyboard and mouse, waiting to click on the right links when the appropriate time comes. Call it 'kiasu', but I can't be blamed- I was brought up this way. So when the digital clock shows '6:00:00:', I hurriedly go on to register for my GEMs module.
"Click. Click. Click" And there I was, being in the state of 'kanchiong-ness' plus 'kiasu', wanting to get into the modules that I want. First time leh, still want to blame me ah? Furthermore, who wouldn't when SP says registration for the classes are in 'first-come-first-serve' basis? When they say you can be forced to go into a class that's not of your choice if you didn't choose quick enough?
(Actually SP is indirectly suaning your hand-to-eye coordination. Hence, your slow speed. -_-)
Stupid me. I thought I need to register all 4 GEMs modules at one go. Lucky for me, I didn't go on to register for a module under the 'Business & Mannagement'. Their modules are all oh-so-sucky. I went to search for the module 'Backpacking' first, under 'Arts & Humanities' and surprise, surprise!
The classes are all closed.
And what's the time on the digital clock?
WHAT!!! 30 seconds passed and all seats have already been snapped up! Impossible! Who on Earth is using a super computer, that is never heard of in this world, eh? Perhaps it's 'cause there are limited seats available. 60 to be exact. But SP promised that equal number of seats will be alllocated for the different timings, didn't they?
Just how many seats did they leave people, who are in the last time slot of 6-7 pm, like me? I really, really wanted that module. It's so darn cool and interesting to me. But when I get to know that my chances are all but gone in 30 seconds, I feel like playing Chop Suey's 'Fuck The System' song throughout SP through their PA system.
KNN. You call that fair ah?
Eventually, I settled for 'Better Pronounciation for Better Speech' under the 'Arts & Humanities' category. SP si beh lucky sia.If not I'll be drawing graffitti all over the fighter plane that's sitting comfortably at the Business block, smash the glass panels of the Convention Centre and write 'O $ P $ Singapore Polytechnic 6******' all over Dover MRT Station. If not, I'll go on protesting that their system IS indeeed really screwed up. Already, the online event happening during the JAE period had given me a fair amount of stress.
The gahmen think that our future can play play one is it?
As the clock ticks to 6pm, my hands were already strategically placed on my keyboard and mouse, waiting to click on the right links when the appropriate time comes. Call it 'kiasu', but I can't be blamed- I was brought up this way. So when the digital clock shows '6:00:00:', I hurriedly go on to register for my GEMs module.
"Click. Click. Click" And there I was, being in the state of 'kanchiong-ness' plus 'kiasu', wanting to get into the modules that I want. First time leh, still want to blame me ah? Furthermore, who wouldn't when SP says registration for the classes are in 'first-come-first-serve' basis? When they say you can be forced to go into a class that's not of your choice if you didn't choose quick enough?
(Actually SP is indirectly suaning your hand-to-eye coordination. Hence, your slow speed. -_-)
Stupid me. I thought I need to register all 4 GEMs modules at one go. Lucky for me, I didn't go on to register for a module under the 'Business & Mannagement'. Their modules are all oh-so-sucky. I went to search for the module 'Backpacking' first, under 'Arts & Humanities' and surprise, surprise!
The classes are all closed.
And what's the time on the digital clock?
6:00:30
WHAT!!! 30 seconds passed and all seats have already been snapped up! Impossible! Who on Earth is using a super computer, that is never heard of in this world, eh? Perhaps it's 'cause there are limited seats available. 60 to be exact. But SP promised that equal number of seats will be alllocated for the different timings, didn't they?
Just how many seats did they leave people, who are in the last time slot of 6-7 pm, like me? I really, really wanted that module. It's so darn cool and interesting to me. But when I get to know that my chances are all but gone in 30 seconds, I feel like playing Chop Suey's 'Fuck The System' song throughout SP through their PA system.
KNN. You call that fair ah?
Eventually, I settled for 'Better Pronounciation for Better Speech' under the 'Arts & Humanities' category. SP si beh lucky sia.
The gahmen think that our future can play play one is it?
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
she can be damn bloody irritating
i feel like whacking her left, right, upside down at times
she can cry for no reason
or just because of a simple issue like refusing to eat
she's very playful
inattentive
admits that she doesn't like to study
hence, her results
but who does anyway?
so does that mean she's just plain lazy?
she's the only one in the family that can drive me crazy
that sometimes i can just blast her eardrums off
but I can't do all those to her
'cause she's my sister
my only sister
no matter how bad the situation is
I still have to tolerate her
my only little sister
so is that a blessing
or is it otherwise?
i feel like whacking her left, right, upside down at times
she can cry for no reason
or just because of a simple issue like refusing to eat
she's very playful
inattentive
admits that she doesn't like to study
hence, her results
but who does anyway?
so does that mean she's just plain lazy?
she's the only one in the family that can drive me crazy
that sometimes i can just blast her eardrums off
but I can't do all those to her
'cause she's my sister
my only sister
no matter how bad the situation is
I still have to tolerate her
my only little sister
so is that a blessing
or is it otherwise?
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Today was yet another weekend again when the ladies go bonanza with all their money and whatever-credit-cards-you-have, indulging in things that SERIOUSLY I feel they don't really need sometimes. Like what? I don't know.. really. I just see that they keep on spending like nobody's business until their hubby goes "Honey, my legs are aching already. Let's go home..."
But who can blame them for having numerous pairs of shoes when shops like Charles & Keith are having 50% off storewide? When one pair cost around $18. ONLY?!?! (Hey I need to spend at least 4 to 5 times that amount to get a decent pair of shoes or sneakers, mind you.) When they have such shops called 'This Fashion', which sells clothes at very, very low prices.
What about the guys? Have the retail industry forgotten about the dick-and-balls community that once supposedly rule the world, till some darn arseholes didn't fuck hard enough that now 1 girl can have the luxury of 2 guys rather tha vice-versa. Blah! How many shops are there that caters to the guys ONLY? 'Man Master', 'Man's Studio'. Huh??? No more ah? Only 2 came to my mind leh! How can like this one!?!?
Guys suffer a totally different fate when in shopping trips with their opposite partners. They tail behind their partners like a stalker, following her everywhere she goes. Yet, he's clever enough to press hard on the brake pedal upon reaching a place called 'Fitting Rooms' and change directions when the 'Toilet' signs come into view.
Either that or they'll wait patiently outside shops. I once noticed a whole row of guys outside a particular shop recenty, at a shopping mall and I thought there is some kind of 'Rent-A-Guy' service going on somewhere. Everytime a lady walks out of the shop, she'll walk straight aimlessly, pass on her shopping bags to a certain guy before keeping her change into her purse and walk away from there. All done with her heads facing down!!!
"Look Ma! No eyes!"
Either she's trying to impress her mother-in-law or she really does have eyes everywhere on her body. I don't think she really mind getting a different guy, would she? A change every now and then can inject a certain extent of freshness in your life. Agree? As for the guy? I saw him grinning from one ear to the other. What do you think? (Of course they got their own LEGAL partners lah. This is what you call chemistry. Don't give an excuse that you take physics and biology in secondary school.)
A shop infested with ladies is okay. A shop infested with bitchy ladies calls for some pest busters. What more when the 'pests' are those old aunties who try to act as if they are youthful. Yucks. That is when you hope your prayers are answered by God. Quick.
Guys, please don't falter just yet. For those who have children with them in shopping trips, you're lucky. At least you've got company. So much so that you can go crazy, really. I have seen daddies smiling and talking to their babies in their pram, who are obviously sound asleep amidst the rowdy environment around them. As what Russell Peters say, "If you get married, you'll suffer from One-gina." I guess that's one hell of a disease.
And I hate prams! Irregardless of they being a 3-wheel or a 4-wheel one, both are equally bad. I admit, even if I don't experience this, that manouvering a pram thorugh crowds require the dad (who else?) to be alert all the time. But some are really bad 'drivers'. They knock over things and worse still don't bother to put them back properly. But never mind about the person, the object is far worse.
Big, bulky, and in a 2-way alley, they occupy one-and-a-half of it. WTF. How to squeeze myself in half a lane? I often end up being a mindful 'driver' by letting these 'heavy' vehicles pass thorugh first.
If you wanna improve your agility, go through a 'Kiddy Palace' (those big ones with only one main passageway like in Causeway Point). You'll find yourself twisting and turning your hips like nobody's business in order to avoid these 'heavy' vehicles. If you're patient enough, you can tail these 'heavy' vehicles.
But remember the keyword here, 'Patient'.
The gahmen come down helping after CNA highlighted the plight of someone in need somewhere in Yishun. Will they be kind once more to help out the guys in Singapore?
WAIT LONG LONG AH!!!
But who can blame them for having numerous pairs of shoes when shops like Charles & Keith are having 50% off storewide? When one pair cost around $18. ONLY?!?! (Hey I need to spend at least 4 to 5 times that amount to get a decent pair of shoes or sneakers, mind you.) When they have such shops called 'This Fashion', which sells clothes at very, very low prices.
What about the guys? Have the retail industry forgotten about the dick-and-balls community that once supposedly rule the world, till some darn arseholes didn't fuck hard enough that now 1 girl can have the luxury of 2 guys rather tha vice-versa. Blah! How many shops are there that caters to the guys ONLY? 'Man Master', 'Man's Studio'. Huh??? No more ah? Only 2 came to my mind leh! How can like this one!?!?
Guys suffer a totally different fate when in shopping trips with their opposite partners. They tail behind their partners like a stalker, following her everywhere she goes. Yet, he's clever enough to press hard on the brake pedal upon reaching a place called 'Fitting Rooms' and change directions when the 'Toilet' signs come into view.
Either that or they'll wait patiently outside shops. I once noticed a whole row of guys outside a particular shop recenty, at a shopping mall and I thought there is some kind of 'Rent-A-Guy' service going on somewhere. Everytime a lady walks out of the shop, she'll walk straight aimlessly, pass on her shopping bags to a certain guy before keeping her change into her purse and walk away from there. All done with her heads facing down!!!
"Look Ma! No eyes!"
Either she's trying to impress her mother-in-law or she really does have eyes everywhere on her body. I don't think she really mind getting a different guy, would she? A change every now and then can inject a certain extent of freshness in your life. Agree? As for the guy? I saw him grinning from one ear to the other. What do you think? (Of course they got their own LEGAL partners lah. This is what you call chemistry. Don't give an excuse that you take physics and biology in secondary school.)
A shop infested with ladies is okay. A shop infested with bitchy ladies calls for some pest busters. What more when the 'pests' are those old aunties who try to act as if they are youthful. Yucks. That is when you hope your prayers are answered by God. Quick.
Guys, please don't falter just yet. For those who have children with them in shopping trips, you're lucky. At least you've got company. So much so that you can go crazy, really. I have seen daddies smiling and talking to their babies in their pram, who are obviously sound asleep amidst the rowdy environment around them. As what Russell Peters say, "If you get married, you'll suffer from One-gina." I guess that's one hell of a disease.
And I hate prams! Irregardless of they being a 3-wheel or a 4-wheel one, both are equally bad. I admit, even if I don't experience this, that manouvering a pram thorugh crowds require the dad (who else?) to be alert all the time. But some are really bad 'drivers'. They knock over things and worse still don't bother to put them back properly. But never mind about the person, the object is far worse.
Big, bulky, and in a 2-way alley, they occupy one-and-a-half of it. WTF. How to squeeze myself in half a lane? I often end up being a mindful 'driver' by letting these 'heavy' vehicles pass thorugh first.
If you wanna improve your agility, go through a 'Kiddy Palace' (those big ones with only one main passageway like in Causeway Point). You'll find yourself twisting and turning your hips like nobody's business in order to avoid these 'heavy' vehicles. If you're patient enough, you can tail these 'heavy' vehicles.
But remember the keyword here, 'Patient'.
The gahmen come down helping after CNA highlighted the plight of someone in need somewhere in Yishun. Will they be kind once more to help out the guys in Singapore?
WAIT LONG LONG AH!!!
Friday, October 21, 2005
(Looong entry looms ahead...)
I've been busy these days that when I am free I just don't feel like blogging. It's time consuming, you know!!! But I won't go to such extremes. Blogging is very much part of my life now, though I admit it sucks. I wanna improve it but I lack the necessary skills. Shucks!
Anyway, I'm back from a 3 days/ 2 nights stay in SP. No, wait. It sounds too nice, very much like a holiday trip. Let me phrase it this way, "I just came back from a camp organised by spac2go which lasted for 3 days and 2 nights." And despite the fact that the numbers were small, I was pretty soon contented by the fact that sometimes 'more doesn't necessarily mean better'.
I got a shock when the year ones first assembled at the SAC foyer. I kept counting over and over again to double-confirm that the number of participants were actually THAT small! On the final count, there was only 17 of us! 17 leh! When our camp chief Cynthia,told us that we'll be divided into 3 groups, I was already sighing to myself.
"HAR... 17 people also can break into 3 groups ah? Might as well put all of us into 1 whole big group!"
Even my newly-made friend, Mike, agrees with me totally. And yes, he's produced locally. =) (Made him sound as if he's a product manufactured in Singapore. Hahaha!)
But eventually, 3 groups there were and I was in the group 'Survivor'. Good news is, we emerged as the best overall group! Seriously, I didn't expect that to be true! All thanks to Diana and Daniel for guiding and taking good care of us throughout the camp. And not forgetting my group members too- Shah, Joanne, Jocelyn, Evangeline and Tin Wei. You guys have been great!
We had games mostly throughout the first day as we tried to break the ice. I did struggle a bit as I'm not that kinda person who open up fast to new people. In fact, I still think I wasn't the real me at the end of the camp.
First we had 'Treasure Hunt', which was freaking tiring lah! At one point we had to go from T1 all the way to T21! Go figure! And we waste more time walking than participating in the activities. Funny enough, I didn't feel tired even though I was fasting. I was thirsty (VEEERY!) but I had anticipated that. So, it's not really a problem for me lah.
FC6 was scary with all the shops closed and lights off. It was a good thing I didn't walk through it or else...
And I finally, finally after 6 months in SP, had the chance to be at FC1 for the first time ever. Should I thank you guys, spac2go seniors? Haha! I'd summarize my 'thank yous' at the end. Else, this would be an entry full of 'thanks you's.
That very night, we had 'Talentime', which we were informed of very, very late! But never mind. Joanne had to call her sister, who was at home, for the full lyrics of the song that we had chosen for the 5 minute show. Our dance was choreographed in 5 minutes. I tried to, although I failed, memorize the lyrics within the time given. Our practice lasts for 10 minutes and ta-daah! Our 5 minute dance-cum-acting-cum-singing show for all.
I still can't believe it that I actually sang a song in front of others. Worse of all, I like that song but don't know what's the title for it! It's an oldies but it's nice! Now I'm hooked to that song... la la la la
Second day of camp was much more 'serious' with all the talks and not forgetting the SP tour of our 'state-of-art' facilities. (Okay, drop the quotes. We really do have such stuffs.) The flight and ship simulator was the best. It made me wanna change course immediately. CLS have labs to make their own perfumes and chocolates. DE had had labs for deseign purposes, which I have strong interest in but lack the background information to start off with. Blah! The Music & Audio course have their own recording studios. In fact, they have 2 drumsets and 1 electronic one! Oh my... did I make the wrong choice now?
But of course my course, DMC had our very own studios for recording and filming. We even have a shooting floor, which cam across to my mind as a different thing when I was first introduced to it. And guess what! We are gonna get new Mac G5s!!! Oh man, the school is so darn freaking rich. 1 G5 can easily make me cry till my tear duct swell. Can they donate the current G4 to me?
Talks after talks, which was uninteresting but yet beneficial and important. But the mood was lightened up when we started playing those 'IQ Games' which left some of us looking like a fool, including me at times. While our games aren't those Einstein-type ones, I must say you need not be clever to figure out the trick behind the 'questions'. Just open your ears, see out of the box and observe carefully. If you know how to play 'Black Magic' and 'Johnny Whoosh', you'll know what I'm talking about here.
Then came the 'Nightwalk', the event I look foward to everytime. It started at midnight and ended around 430 am. I only manage to sleep at 530 and had to wake up at 830. Gosh... I was so darn shagged the very next day. It wasn't the scariest of nightwalks that I've gone through. But I did got freaked out once. Just once. My balls shrunk when one of the seniors gave a scare from behind. What more when SP is indeed 'dirty' after existing in Singapore for nearly 50 years now. It sends me shivers down my spine when I hear stories from the seniors.
The red bridge, the absence of T13, the tale behind T15. There are lots more, mind you. The seniors even noticed some in broad daylight, like the booking of computers in the kiosks being done from one stage to the other when there's no admission card slotted in and obviously, no one present there. True or not? My guess is as good as yours...
The bond between the seniors was great. I never seen such a close-knitted family. And to top it up, they have such wonderful characters like Jasper, Eugene and Fu Cai. If only these close bondings can be applied everywhere we go, wouldn't it be nice? As they mentioned, no power struggle to be the President of the club or whatever positions, no backstabbing. Why? 'cause there's such a thing called respect and understanding. I hope my batch can be as close as them.
A camp will always be a camp. It would be possible to write everything that happened in a 100-page book but it'll bore the readers to death. No matter how much you describe, it is always best if you experienced it yourself.
I'm still kinda surprised I'm being made the chairperson of the 'Residential' committee for the NYAA. Nevertheless, I'll take up the challenge and do my best. Guess I didn't make the wrong choice after all in entering spac2go. Thank you seniors, you guys are the best. Thank you all for the experience that I brought home with me.
As for Shah, you're THE best 'bapok' I've ever seen in my life. You can easily beat those transexuals hands down. =)
(Where are the camp pics! I want the camp pics!)
I've been busy these days that when I am free I just don't feel like blogging. It's time consuming, you know!!! But I won't go to such extremes. Blogging is very much part of my life now, though I admit it sucks. I wanna improve it but I lack the necessary skills. Shucks!
Anyway, I'm back from a 3 days/ 2 nights stay in SP. No, wait. It sounds too nice, very much like a holiday trip. Let me phrase it this way, "I just came back from a camp organised by spac2go which lasted for 3 days and 2 nights." And despite the fact that the numbers were small, I was pretty soon contented by the fact that sometimes 'more doesn't necessarily mean better'.
I got a shock when the year ones first assembled at the SAC foyer. I kept counting over and over again to double-confirm that the number of participants were actually THAT small! On the final count, there was only 17 of us! 17 leh! When our camp chief Cynthia,told us that we'll be divided into 3 groups, I was already sighing to myself.
"HAR... 17 people also can break into 3 groups ah? Might as well put all of us into 1 whole big group!"
Even my newly-made friend, Mike, agrees with me totally. And yes, he's produced locally. =) (Made him sound as if he's a product manufactured in Singapore. Hahaha!)
But eventually, 3 groups there were and I was in the group 'Survivor'. Good news is, we emerged as the best overall group! Seriously, I didn't expect that to be true! All thanks to Diana and Daniel for guiding and taking good care of us throughout the camp. And not forgetting my group members too- Shah, Joanne, Jocelyn, Evangeline and Tin Wei. You guys have been great!
We had games mostly throughout the first day as we tried to break the ice. I did struggle a bit as I'm not that kinda person who open up fast to new people. In fact, I still think I wasn't the real me at the end of the camp.
First we had 'Treasure Hunt', which was freaking tiring lah! At one point we had to go from T1 all the way to T21! Go figure! And we waste more time walking than participating in the activities. Funny enough, I didn't feel tired even though I was fasting. I was thirsty (VEEERY!) but I had anticipated that. So, it's not really a problem for me lah.
FC6 was scary with all the shops closed and lights off. It was a good thing I didn't walk through it or else...
And I finally, finally after 6 months in SP, had the chance to be at FC1 for the first time ever. Should I thank you guys, spac2go seniors? Haha! I'd summarize my 'thank yous' at the end. Else, this would be an entry full of 'thanks you's.
That very night, we had 'Talentime', which we were informed of very, very late! But never mind. Joanne had to call her sister, who was at home, for the full lyrics of the song that we had chosen for the 5 minute show. Our dance was choreographed in 5 minutes. I tried to, although I failed, memorize the lyrics within the time given. Our practice lasts for 10 minutes and ta-daah! Our 5 minute dance-cum-acting-cum-singing show for all.
I still can't believe it that I actually sang a song in front of others. Worse of all, I like that song but don't know what's the title for it! It's an oldies but it's nice! Now I'm hooked to that song... la la la la
Second day of camp was much more 'serious' with all the talks and not forgetting the SP tour of our 'state-of-art' facilities. (Okay, drop the quotes. We really do have such stuffs.) The flight and ship simulator was the best. It made me wanna change course immediately. CLS have labs to make their own perfumes and chocolates. DE had had labs for deseign purposes, which I have strong interest in but lack the background information to start off with. Blah! The Music & Audio course have their own recording studios. In fact, they have 2 drumsets and 1 electronic one! Oh my... did I make the wrong choice now?
But of course my course, DMC had our very own studios for recording and filming. We even have a shooting floor, which cam across to my mind as a different thing when I was first introduced to it. And guess what! We are gonna get new Mac G5s!!! Oh man, the school is so darn freaking rich. 1 G5 can easily make me cry till my tear duct swell. Can they donate the current G4 to me?
Talks after talks, which was uninteresting but yet beneficial and important. But the mood was lightened up when we started playing those 'IQ Games' which left some of us looking like a fool, including me at times. While our games aren't those Einstein-type ones, I must say you need not be clever to figure out the trick behind the 'questions'. Just open your ears, see out of the box and observe carefully. If you know how to play 'Black Magic' and 'Johnny Whoosh', you'll know what I'm talking about here.
Then came the 'Nightwalk', the event I look foward to everytime. It started at midnight and ended around 430 am. I only manage to sleep at 530 and had to wake up at 830. Gosh... I was so darn shagged the very next day. It wasn't the scariest of nightwalks that I've gone through. But I did got freaked out once. Just once. My balls shrunk when one of the seniors gave a scare from behind. What more when SP is indeed 'dirty' after existing in Singapore for nearly 50 years now. It sends me shivers down my spine when I hear stories from the seniors.
The red bridge, the absence of T13, the tale behind T15. There are lots more, mind you. The seniors even noticed some in broad daylight, like the booking of computers in the kiosks being done from one stage to the other when there's no admission card slotted in and obviously, no one present there. True or not? My guess is as good as yours...
The bond between the seniors was great. I never seen such a close-knitted family. And to top it up, they have such wonderful characters like Jasper, Eugene and Fu Cai. If only these close bondings can be applied everywhere we go, wouldn't it be nice? As they mentioned, no power struggle to be the President of the club or whatever positions, no backstabbing. Why? 'cause there's such a thing called respect and understanding. I hope my batch can be as close as them.
A camp will always be a camp. It would be possible to write everything that happened in a 100-page book but it'll bore the readers to death. No matter how much you describe, it is always best if you experienced it yourself.
I'm still kinda surprised I'm being made the chairperson of the 'Residential' committee for the NYAA. Nevertheless, I'll take up the challenge and do my best. Guess I didn't make the wrong choice after all in entering spac2go. Thank you seniors, you guys are the best. Thank you all for the experience that I brought home with me.
As for Shah, you're THE best 'bapok' I've ever seen in my life. You can easily beat those transexuals hands down. =)
(Where are the camp pics! I want the camp pics!)
Saturday, October 15, 2005
My family and I went to Geylang today and NOOO!!! Stop having the wrong idea here. We went to do a little bit of shopping for the upcoming Hari Raya. I know it's kinda early for all these, even I didn't wanna go in the first place. But, I've nothing to do anyway. So I opt to accompany these guys out. Talk about taking a breather here! Aaahhh...
Sis bought her slipper or shoe or whatever it is, which I thought was nice until I turned it around. The heel is transparent and ithere was a small, red flower in it. -_-
'KERCHINGG!!!' went the cash register and I know I have nothing else to say anymore. Just move on, Fitri... (I know traditional cash registers doesn't exist anymore but that's the impression that I get on the spot when I saw my mum paying for the item. Sheesh...)
Round and round Joo Chiat Complex we went searching for Mum's clothes next but to no avail. There are really some nice designs out there but there wasn't any stock for her size. I just can't believe it! It happened at every shop! She went home not buying anything for herself! Oh how I pity her...
Sis got a purple kebaya(Malay traditional dress for ladies) for herself. And she still dare show it off to me! HMPH! No, I'm not jealous but she made me wait outside the shop for such a long time!!! The joints in my legs started to ache once I went into 'walking' gear. That was like around half an hour since I 'parked' myself beside the 'put-in-20-cents-so-that-it'll-move-and-play-music' machine for kids? Darn...
Me? I don't think I getting any for this year. (No new year clothes, Mum!) I was kinda interested in a green baju kurung from 'Anak Manja' that costs $78. But... but... And I've always wanted to get a white one. Oh man.. that'll be nice! But Mum will always say, "You're such a dirty guy! You better think ten times before you buy a white baju kurung!"
I'm THAT dirty and untidy guy meh... Sigh.
Mum then wanted to buy me a new bedsheet, after which we stumbled upon one which has the designs of green apples on it.
"EH! This one is nice! It matches your new curtain!"
"But I prefer this orangey one! It's nicer and..."
'KERCHINGG!!' Alright, 'nuff said then.
A pity that I didn't go into the shop much earlier. A girl attracted my eyes, not literally though. She seem so mature-looking but yet looks so young. And her smile... Aahhh...
It's hard to find 'pure' Malay girls nowadays you see. Ugly faces hidden by tons of make-up. Sweet personality, tarnished by Mats-and-Minahs-relating fashion and attitude. Urgh.. how I hate them so much. I love the fact that there's such a word called 'attractive'. It's really unique to every individual, very much depend on your own preference and liking which comes to you naturally.
That person may not have the best body or other prominent features around but when your eyes set naturally on her, till you can't even bear not to pay attention to what's going around you, then she's the girl you'll classify as 'attractive'. Even if there's so many other 'prettier' girls strutting their stuff around you, you'll still have your eyes glued to her. Then that's 'attractive' for you. (Sorry lah, boys version. As for the girls, just change the 'she' to 'he' and girl' to 'guy'. Okay? =)
I heard that I can get to know my exam results on the 19th. But how.. how am I suppose to know when I'm having a camp at that period of time? Shucks!
I think I'll know about them when I come home from the camp. My mum's face will say it all. If she's absolutely normal then I think I will not be repeating any modules next semester. Either that or the letter have not arrived yet.
Sis bought her slipper or shoe or whatever it is, which I thought was nice until I turned it around. The heel is transparent and ithere was a small, red flower in it. -_-
'KERCHINGG!!!' went the cash register and I know I have nothing else to say anymore. Just move on, Fitri... (I know traditional cash registers doesn't exist anymore but that's the impression that I get on the spot when I saw my mum paying for the item. Sheesh...)
Round and round Joo Chiat Complex we went searching for Mum's clothes next but to no avail. There are really some nice designs out there but there wasn't any stock for her size. I just can't believe it! It happened at every shop! She went home not buying anything for herself! Oh how I pity her...
Sis got a purple kebaya(Malay traditional dress for ladies) for herself. And she still dare show it off to me! HMPH! No, I'm not jealous but she made me wait outside the shop for such a long time!!! The joints in my legs started to ache once I went into 'walking' gear. That was like around half an hour since I 'parked' myself beside the 'put-in-20-cents-so-that-it'll-move-and-play-music' machine for kids? Darn...
Me? I don't think I getting any for this year. (No new year clothes, Mum!) I was kinda interested in a green baju kurung from 'Anak Manja' that costs $78. But... but... And I've always wanted to get a white one. Oh man.. that'll be nice! But Mum will always say, "You're such a dirty guy! You better think ten times before you buy a white baju kurung!"
I'm THAT dirty and untidy guy meh... Sigh.
Mum then wanted to buy me a new bedsheet, after which we stumbled upon one which has the designs of green apples on it.
"EH! This one is nice! It matches your new curtain!"
"But I prefer this orangey one! It's nicer and..."
'KERCHINGG!!' Alright, 'nuff said then.
A pity that I didn't go into the shop much earlier. A girl attracted my eyes, not literally though. She seem so mature-looking but yet looks so young. And her smile... Aahhh...
It's hard to find 'pure' Malay girls nowadays you see. Ugly faces hidden by tons of make-up. Sweet personality, tarnished by Mats-and-Minahs-relating fashion and attitude. Urgh.. how I hate them so much. I love the fact that there's such a word called 'attractive'. It's really unique to every individual, very much depend on your own preference and liking which comes to you naturally.
That person may not have the best body or other prominent features around but when your eyes set naturally on her, till you can't even bear not to pay attention to what's going around you, then she's the girl you'll classify as 'attractive'. Even if there's so many other 'prettier' girls strutting their stuff around you, you'll still have your eyes glued to her. Then that's 'attractive' for you. (Sorry lah, boys version. As for the girls, just change the 'she' to 'he' and girl' to 'guy'. Okay? =)
I heard that I can get to know my exam results on the 19th. But how.. how am I suppose to know when I'm having a camp at that period of time? Shucks!
I think I'll know about them when I come home from the camp. My mum's face will say it all. If she's absolutely normal then I think I will not be repeating any modules next semester. Either that or the letter have not arrived yet.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
I'm officially a Mapier now! Yes! I'm playing the game 'Maple Story' now! The game many called lame and stupid, including me. The very same game which you have to kill things like tree stumps, mushrooms and snails in order to boost your level and get money (or mesos in Maple terms) to buy better weapons and in layman's terms, to have a better overall outfit.
Else, you'll look like an Ah Pek with singlet, sandals and a baseball bat, just like how I started out with. Somewhat like this:
I don't know if the feminine side will look like those Ah Ma always hanging around at my void deck. That's soooo... traditional, I should say.
And you think 'Maple Story' is all about small little monsters like this?
Wait till you meet these guys...
Else, you'll look like an Ah Pek with singlet, sandals and a baseball bat, just like how I started out with. Somewhat like this:
I don't know if the feminine side will look like those Ah Ma always hanging around at my void deck. That's soooo... traditional, I should say.
Online games galore! First there was 'Little Fighter', the came about 'Neopets' and now there's 'Maple Story'. The list just doesn't end, does it? But I'm just like any other guys too, getting their hands dirty on 'Warcraft', 'Counter-strike' and many others. It's just that 'Maple Story' has got me go KKEERRAAAAZEEE right now!!!
At first I thought it was troublesome. This was so true after I read the guides online. But after giving the game a shot, I'd say 'thrash those guides out of your window!' It's really much more simpler than I thought it is! But of course, I learnt on my own from experiences. I do learn some things late here and there, WHICH put me to a disadvantage at times back then but HEY I'm still alive and well right now! Hahah!
I don't know if boredom is the major factor driving me through the game. I mean, think about it. You go on killing snails and wild boars over and over again just to gain experience and level up. Signs of me being senile? I hope not! Of course when you get to buy your preferred weapons and armoury and give a one-hit kill to these 'monsters', I must say it's so shiok ah!
The concept of the game is simple if you haven't got the picture yet. Kill monsters. Earn mesos. Level-up. Buy weapons, armours, potions. Complete quests. Explore the maps. You can slooowly climb your way up 'cause you can reach till Level 100 and there are numerous quests and items that you can purchase.
Boring? Every one has their own preference, right? I played 'Neopets' too but pretty soon I found out that it wasn't for me. 'Gunbound', the 'Worms-Armageddon'-like game was also once a hit but I didn't jump onto the bandwagon. Yes?
(click on the picture to get a bigger picture if you can't see what's the picture that I have pictured.)
That's me, 'Leonite'. But I'm now a 'Warrior/Swordsman' rather than a 'Beginner'. And I have a much better outift than that, though I kinda missed that kampung-boy look. =) Fellow Mapiers must be laughing their hearts out after seeing 'me'. "Aiyoh, you so noob ah! I blablablablabla one time can kill so many monsters. You leh? HAHAHAHA!"
Actually I kinda missed 'Maple Island', the place where I started off with. Where everyone is around the same level as you are. Where everyone is so humble. Where we would be fighting 'monsters' together instead of blaming each other for stealing their kills. It is where I made my very first friend. Aaahh.. so nostalgic. And it happened only 2 days ago. Heheh.
At first I thought it was troublesome. This was so true after I read the guides online. But after giving the game a shot, I'd say 'thrash those guides out of your window!' It's really much more simpler than I thought it is! But of course, I learnt on my own from experiences. I do learn some things late here and there, WHICH put me to a disadvantage at times back then but HEY I'm still alive and well right now! Hahah!
I don't know if boredom is the major factor driving me through the game. I mean, think about it. You go on killing snails and wild boars over and over again just to gain experience and level up. Signs of me being senile? I hope not! Of course when you get to buy your preferred weapons and armoury and give a one-hit kill to these 'monsters', I must say it's so shiok ah!
The concept of the game is simple if you haven't got the picture yet. Kill monsters. Earn mesos. Level-up. Buy weapons, armours, potions. Complete quests. Explore the maps. You can slooowly climb your way up 'cause you can reach till Level 100 and there are numerous quests and items that you can purchase.
Boring? Every one has their own preference, right? I played 'Neopets' too but pretty soon I found out that it wasn't for me. 'Gunbound', the 'Worms-Armageddon'-like game was also once a hit but I didn't jump onto the bandwagon. Yes?
(click on the picture to get a bigger picture if you can't see what's the picture that I have pictured.)That's me, 'Leonite'. But I'm now a 'Warrior/Swordsman' rather than a 'Beginner'. And I have a much better outift than that, though I kinda missed that kampung-boy look. =) Fellow Mapiers must be laughing their hearts out after seeing 'me'. "Aiyoh, you so noob ah! I blablablablabla one time can kill so many monsters. You leh? HAHAHAHA!"
Actually I kinda missed 'Maple Island', the place where I started off with. Where everyone is around the same level as you are. Where everyone is so humble. Where we would be fighting 'monsters' together instead of blaming each other for stealing their kills. It is where I made my very first friend. Aaahh.. so nostalgic. And it happened only 2 days ago. Heheh.
I'm suppose to be somewhat like this guy on the right. A real warrior I suppose. But....
It's gonna take quite a while before I can be who I wanna be! =) (It's very hard to earn money, you know!)
And you think 'Maple Story' is all about small little monsters like this?
Wait till you meet these guys...
I think they are better off as loansharks or guards. It's better not to waste their talents in intimidating people.
Check out the website itself if you're interested. ;)
WARNING: ADDICTIVE STUFF! PARENTAL GUIDANCE ADVISED.
(Photos are courtesy of Maplesea.com.)
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
THE OTHER SIDE OF ME
EHT REHTO EDIS FO EM
I've realised this long ago.
That I have split personalities.
But that doesn't mean I cheat the feelings of others'.
Neither am I cheating those of my own.
Why am I this way?
Perhaps it is because of the fact that
Virtual life is able to mask the real you.
That you can have parallel identities in it.
But that is not what I aim for
Perhaps I just feel that
There's way too much norms, hates and dislikes out there.
That I'm just here
Hoping to be someone different.
Hoping to do something for the good of others
To shine a bit of light into someone's dark life.
Perhaps I hate the way I am in reality.
But I doubt so.
Perhaps I express myself better when not in reality
As my fingers obey the commands of my emotions.
Is it something bad to have split personalities?
Is it a sin?
Or is it a gift?
A gift that I have the power to overturn it myself?
My reasons are complex.
It's not worth the explanation.
In simple terms
Maybe I just want a breather from the reality.
Maybe the 'me' in reality is unable to bring out what I really want to say.
That's why I have to rely on my other 'self'
But my intentions are sincere.
No hurting.
No tricking.
No cheating.
When will this end?
I guess it'll be the day when I decided not to use my pen anymore
Or when the Internet serves no more purpose to me
I suppose that's when I let my personality lay to rest
Together with this body of mine
Which will then serve no more good to this world anymore.
EHT REHTO EDIS FO EM
I've realised this long ago.
That I have split personalities.
But that doesn't mean I cheat the feelings of others'.
Neither am I cheating those of my own.
Why am I this way?
Perhaps it is because of the fact that
Virtual life is able to mask the real you.
That you can have parallel identities in it.
But that is not what I aim for
Perhaps I just feel that
There's way too much norms, hates and dislikes out there.
That I'm just here
Hoping to be someone different.
Hoping to do something for the good of others
To shine a bit of light into someone's dark life.
Perhaps I hate the way I am in reality.
But I doubt so.
Perhaps I express myself better when not in reality
As my fingers obey the commands of my emotions.
Is it something bad to have split personalities?
Is it a sin?
Or is it a gift?
A gift that I have the power to overturn it myself?
My reasons are complex.
It's not worth the explanation.
In simple terms
Maybe I just want a breather from the reality.
Maybe the 'me' in reality is unable to bring out what I really want to say.
That's why I have to rely on my other 'self'
But my intentions are sincere.
No hurting.
No tricking.
No cheating.
When will this end?
I guess it'll be the day when I decided not to use my pen anymore
Or when the Internet serves no more purpose to me
I suppose that's when I let my personality lay to rest
Together with this body of mine
Which will then serve no more good to this world anymore.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Things Not To Be Done... For Sure
1) Wear short/ mini skirts... especially when you're not fit for it
I saw this 50-odd- year- old auntie the other time at Woodlands. She was wearing this skirt from OP which has 'OP GIRL' printed at the back of the skirt. Yes, an auntie. And if you've seen one before, you'd know how short it is. OMG! Her big, flabby, aging thighs! OMG! My eyes! If you got it, sure you can flaunt it. But if you don't please... don't be a burden to everyone.
2) Be in touchy, 'feel here and there' mode in the MRT
Please lah! Got babies in mummy's arms around, kids in prams and senior citizens, who are probably getting very envious of you, in the carriages okay! Show some respect can? And guys, don't act as if you're feeble. Thumping onto your girlfriend when the train jerks at the slightest impact. ?!?!?! Just want your crotch and hands to be where you want it to be right? No wonder we have NS, perhaps our men ARE weak.
3) Pressing the bell repeatedly... especially in the bus
GAH! SO DAMN BLOODY FREAKING IRRITATING YOU BUGGER! you think the bus driver is deaf? you think the bell's not working? It's you, arsehole! It's your ears that aren't functioning! Get that into your head, can? Worse thing is, it's not children who does it. It's teenagers dropping at Far East, Centrepoint, blablabla...
4) Dig in public
Dig what? Doesn't matter if you're digging for your wallet or such. But please, no nose and no crotch. Once I was in the train and saw this china-man putting his hand directly into his shorts, while the other hand was used to hold his handphone. Phone sex? I doubt so. He doesn't seem to enjoy it. Maybe he had pressed '1' for English.
5) Lean onto the pole
Those in the MRT, that is. If you're a hot and sexy seniorita, you can jolly well have the pole and do what you do best. But if you aren't, believe me... people are surely not looking foward to gripping your butt. They'd rather be put to the test of balance while on the train.
6) Let your child pee...
... into the longkang. In front of everybody. While you wait in the car. And let the public witness. How well your son. Has taken the qualities of his daddy. 'Nuff said.
7) Go into the fitting room with your partner, be it legal or not
Guy: Come, come...
Girl: Don't want lah... cannot more than two persons what...
Guy: Haiyah, never mind lah. Nobody also, you scared for what? I want you to see if these suit me or not.
Of course they didn't realise I was only a few feet behind. Muahahahaha! A few seconds after the door goes 'CLICK!'...
Guy: So, what do you think?
Girl: Hmmm... quite nice.
Guy: You like it?
Girl: Yeah...
(Pause)
Girl: Try to put this on...
Guy: Like this?
Girl: Yeah...
Guy: You like this one better?
Girl: Yeah... but I think you should cut it. It's a bit too long for you.
!!!!! Hahaha! It's the pants that she's referring to of course. But still, while I don't mind kids being inside together with their mummies and daddies and despite knowing how high the testosterone level will rise when guys are in such intimate spaces, fitting rooms are strictly for one person only.
As good as the ventilation is, I believe the oxygen content is only enough for one person. And I sure don't mind being selfish here...
1) Wear short/ mini skirts... especially when you're not fit for it
I saw this 50-odd- year- old auntie the other time at Woodlands. She was wearing this skirt from OP which has 'OP GIRL' printed at the back of the skirt. Yes, an auntie. And if you've seen one before, you'd know how short it is. OMG! Her big, flabby, aging thighs! OMG! My eyes! If you got it, sure you can flaunt it. But if you don't please... don't be a burden to everyone.
2) Be in touchy, 'feel here and there' mode in the MRT
Please lah! Got babies in mummy's arms around, kids in prams and senior citizens, who are probably getting very envious of you, in the carriages okay! Show some respect can? And guys, don't act as if you're feeble. Thumping onto your girlfriend when the train jerks at the slightest impact. ?!?!?! Just want your crotch and hands to be where you want it to be right? No wonder we have NS, perhaps our men ARE weak.
3) Pressing the bell repeatedly... especially in the bus
GAH! SO DAMN BLOODY FREAKING IRRITATING YOU BUGGER! you think the bus driver is deaf? you think the bell's not working? It's you, arsehole! It's your ears that aren't functioning! Get that into your head, can? Worse thing is, it's not children who does it. It's teenagers dropping at Far East, Centrepoint, blablabla...
4) Dig in public
Dig what? Doesn't matter if you're digging for your wallet or such. But please, no nose and no crotch. Once I was in the train and saw this china-man putting his hand directly into his shorts, while the other hand was used to hold his handphone. Phone sex? I doubt so. He doesn't seem to enjoy it. Maybe he had pressed '1' for English.
5) Lean onto the pole
Those in the MRT, that is. If you're a hot and sexy seniorita, you can jolly well have the pole and do what you do best. But if you aren't, believe me... people are surely not looking foward to gripping your butt. They'd rather be put to the test of balance while on the train.
6) Let your child pee...
... into the longkang. In front of everybody. While you wait in the car. And let the public witness. How well your son. Has taken the qualities of his daddy. 'Nuff said.
7) Go into the fitting room with your partner, be it legal or not
Guy: Come, come...
Girl: Don't want lah... cannot more than two persons what...
Guy: Haiyah, never mind lah. Nobody also, you scared for what? I want you to see if these suit me or not.
Of course they didn't realise I was only a few feet behind. Muahahahaha! A few seconds after the door goes 'CLICK!'...
Guy: So, what do you think?
Girl: Hmmm... quite nice.
Guy: You like it?
Girl: Yeah...
(Pause)
Girl: Try to put this on...
Guy: Like this?
Girl: Yeah...
Guy: You like this one better?
Girl: Yeah... but I think you should cut it. It's a bit too long for you.
!!!!! Hahaha! It's the pants that she's referring to of course. But still, while I don't mind kids being inside together with their mummies and daddies and despite knowing how high the testosterone level will rise when guys are in such intimate spaces, fitting rooms are strictly for one person only.
As good as the ventilation is, I believe the oxygen content is only enough for one person. And I sure don't mind being selfish here...
Friday, October 07, 2005
OMG! OMG! OMG!
Everytime a new show airs on TV, I would be eagerly anticipating it. Whether I remained glued to my TV set or switch channels after the first commercial break, very well depends on the show itself. And today, 'Rouge' made its debut. Did it? I don't know. I watched it by chance and couldn't bother to care if it's the first episode or not. Irony of all ironies, huh?
Let me summarize how I give my rating to this show.
1) The acting was so fake and plastic that I think the guy, who has a cameo appearance of dashing across in one scene, deserves to win the 'Best Actor' award rather than the main characters.
2) Put 4 so-called 'babes' and one so-called 'hunk' together and what do you get? A drama serial trying to boost its viewership ratings by taking advantage of looks and other aesthetical-related stuffs. And did I mention they are doing it DESPERATELY?
3) Surrounded by 4 'babes' who most of the time, credit must be given to Pierre Png, who plays the male leading role, for being able to focus his attention... appropriately. Still, I wonder how many NGs (no-good takes) must he go through before the director is satisfied. (C'mon lah, I think even the director wants to get over and done with it fast. Maybe it's the money factor that drives him through.)
In one scene...
Night falls and 2 'babes' we're tracking a suspected criminal who leads them to a brightly-lit park. There, they were shocked to find 4 men practising some martial arts moves. To avoid from being spotted, they hid behind a tree...
"Oh no! A terrorist training camp! exclaimed one 'babe'.
"I knew it all along. Come we have to report back to the others," went the other, full of confidence.
Just as they were about to leave, one of the 'terrorists' came into view and grab hold of a 'babe'. Sensing immnent danger, she immediately turn back and was shocked to find... someone familiar.
"Pam...? the 'terrorist' was caught surprised.
And he went on treating Pam like how terrorists would NOT treat their hostages. I'm supposing but I think everyone can tell how 'unterrorist-like' they were.
BLAH!!! How low can the quality of local drama serials stoop? Okay, perhaps I'm a little too blunt here. Chinese drama serials are at least better. Though I'm only aided by subtitles, at least their storylines can keep me stick to the TV for once.
The funny thing is, I watched 'Rouge' till it ends. Perhaps I was practising my new skill of sleeping with my eyes open.
Fitri is surely a guy full of ironies. That's what he really is.
You still want my rating for this show?
Everytime a new show airs on TV, I would be eagerly anticipating it. Whether I remained glued to my TV set or switch channels after the first commercial break, very well depends on the show itself. And today, 'Rouge' made its debut. Did it? I don't know. I watched it by chance and couldn't bother to care if it's the first episode or not. Irony of all ironies, huh?
Let me summarize how I give my rating to this show.
1) The acting was so fake and plastic that I think the guy, who has a cameo appearance of dashing across in one scene, deserves to win the 'Best Actor' award rather than the main characters.
2) Put 4 so-called 'babes' and one so-called 'hunk' together and what do you get? A drama serial trying to boost its viewership ratings by taking advantage of looks and other aesthetical-related stuffs. And did I mention they are doing it DESPERATELY?
3) Surrounded by 4 'babes' who most of the time, credit must be given to Pierre Png, who plays the male leading role, for being able to focus his attention... appropriately. Still, I wonder how many NGs (no-good takes) must he go through before the director is satisfied. (C'mon lah, I think even the director wants to get over and done with it fast. Maybe it's the money factor that drives him through.)
In one scene...
Night falls and 2 'babes' we're tracking a suspected criminal who leads them to a brightly-lit park. There, they were shocked to find 4 men practising some martial arts moves. To avoid from being spotted, they hid behind a tree...
"Oh no! A terrorist training camp! exclaimed one 'babe'.
"I knew it all along. Come we have to report back to the others," went the other, full of confidence.
Just as they were about to leave, one of the 'terrorists' came into view and grab hold of a 'babe'. Sensing immnent danger, she immediately turn back and was shocked to find... someone familiar.
"Pam...? the 'terrorist' was caught surprised.
And he went on treating Pam like how terrorists would NOT treat their hostages. I'm supposing but I think everyone can tell how 'unterrorist-like' they were.
BLAH!!! How low can the quality of local drama serials stoop? Okay, perhaps I'm a little too blunt here. Chinese drama serials are at least better. Though I'm only aided by subtitles, at least their storylines can keep me stick to the TV for once.
The funny thing is, I watched 'Rouge' till it ends. Perhaps I was practising my new skill of sleeping with my eyes open.
Fitri is surely a guy full of ironies. That's what he really is.
You still want my rating for this show?
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Friendster's Bulletin Board was set up for one main purpose- to inform. Somehow, I think many of us took its existence a tad too far. Of late or rather right from the beginning, it has became a place to post surveys, the legendary ones namely those 50-questions. Of course we shall not forget the lewd and some hilarious jokes that were generously shared among the many.
But how can I forget those chain mails? Those that you have to repost so that someone will say 'I Love You' the very next day. Those that have an interesting heading but turns out to be of a stupid content. Those that threatens that some ghost will appear at midnight if you break that particular chain mail.
I've always given these chain mails a dumb look whenever I opened them in the Bulletin Board. But there's this particular one which made me laugh... surprisingly. I was INDEED suprised that I laughed at a chain mail that I have to give it a second look to confirm that I was INDEED laughing instead of giving that usual dumb look. 'cause it reads...
How To Poo Without Toilet Paper
OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE GOT THE PANGSAI
CURSE! YOU HAVE TO REPOST IN
2.5SECOND OR YOU WILL HAVE THE SAI
LUCK IN THE NEXT 25 PANG SAI
DURATION.
believe or not to believe?
Richard : oh yea man! this is so true godarn it.
that time i dint repost it, my poo was green
color! now that i did it, its back to brown!
michael: daarnnn it! do it unless u wanna poo
once in 3 or 4 years!
As much as I hate the original author of this post, I have to salute him at least once. For his wittiness, for his originality and for his stupidity. No wonder there's no administrator for Friendster's Bulletin Board. That poor person may have died of a heart attack having seen all these kinda crap stuff being posted.
And of course I didn't repost it. I just checked. My poo was still as brown as ever. =)
But how can I forget those chain mails? Those that you have to repost so that someone will say 'I Love You' the very next day. Those that have an interesting heading but turns out to be of a stupid content. Those that threatens that some ghost will appear at midnight if you break that particular chain mail.
I've always given these chain mails a dumb look whenever I opened them in the Bulletin Board. But there's this particular one which made me laugh... surprisingly. I was INDEED suprised that I laughed at a chain mail that I have to give it a second look to confirm that I was INDEED laughing instead of giving that usual dumb look. 'cause it reads...
How To Poo Without Toilet Paper
OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE GOT THE PANGSAI
CURSE! YOU HAVE TO REPOST IN
2.5SECOND OR YOU WILL HAVE THE SAI
LUCK IN THE NEXT 25 PANG SAI
DURATION.
believe or not to believe?
Richard : oh yea man! this is so true godarn it.
that time i dint repost it, my poo was green
color! now that i did it, its back to brown!
michael: daarnnn it! do it unless u wanna poo
once in 3 or 4 years!
As much as I hate the original author of this post, I have to salute him at least once. For his wittiness, for his originality and for his stupidity. No wonder there's no administrator for Friendster's Bulletin Board. That poor person may have died of a heart attack having seen all these kinda crap stuff being posted.
And of course I didn't repost it. I just checked. My poo was still as brown as ever. =)
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
'Scrapped Princess'. That's what this picture is all about. It's an amine, by the way. The first for me. Okay, Kenneth did show me a bit of 'Bleach' and Elf introduced 'Karas' to me despite it being only a preview but 'Scrapped Princess'? I watched it from the beginning to the end. 24 episodes in all.
I could have completed all at once but I couldn't afford LASIK surgery, so I gotta rest my eyes. Also, I was kind enough to think of my neighbours when the thought of watching the anime all at one go harboured in my mind. A short circuit in my block will do no harm to me. Just a few complains, shoutings and blaming. The real drama will take place only when daylight breaks. That's when I'll feel weight of the tag 'WANTED: Dead or Alive' that's hung over my shoulders.
'Scrapped Princess' may look girly. My friend initially said I may not like it 'cause it's more to the girls side. I was thinking, were there a lot of naked bodies and stuff? If it's so, I really don't mind if it caters more to the feminine side. But, nah... I guess she said so just 'cause the main character in this anime is a girl. A 15-going-to-be-16-year-old girl that is. (Thanks Khee Hoon for lending me the anime. Sorry to get hold of it 'illegally', ya!. Should have asked your permission directly first. Heh.)
Since this was my first, there were many firsts that I encounter as well. While the graphics, animation and storyline was EXPECTED to be good, the physical nature of the characters were certainly NOT!
ATTN: Girl in red and whiteSee those boobs? They're freaking... water bomb-like!!! I don't know if the white clothing is her bra but she's not a Superman-wannabe, is she? Wearing undergarments on the outside... what the hell?
And lemme tell you something. I bet there are more animes out there, which give special attention to women. (See lah! Complain some more lah! Sexist lah, unjust to the opposite sex lah. Now got free publicity already, still complain. Haiyah...)
The best part is, despite all their vigorous running from monsters and such, their boobs ain't bouncy a little bit! NO! Amazing, eh? I suppose that's good news to the ladies but bad news to the men! If only the ladies could get hold of that kind of 'high-tech' bra, then Men would have one less option when oogling at ladies! HAH!
I wonder what will happen when that becomes a reality...
"Take that, Ah Pek! Always looking at my chest! HMPH!" goes one lady in the bus.
"Aiyah when God closes a door, he will keep one window open one! Now I can focus on your legs and buttocks!" exclaimed the Ah Pek.
"WHOA! Ah Pek ah! Your language very the chim hor!" the bewildered lady replied.
"Eh, don't look down on me okay. I last time got 'A' for my ang moh, okay! By the way, those two things dangling from your chest looks like the water bombs I used to play with my friends. We will grab the water bombs and...
"EH! EH! Save me the details Ah Pek. I don't want to hear it." said the disgruntled lady.
"WHAT??? After we grab then we throw at people lah! What were you thinking? Haiyoh, yellow-minded people we have nowadays."
Sorry to have digressed. 'Scrapped Princess' can be a touching anime yet with a disappointing ending. But still it's worth the watch. It may look childish to those who prefer bloodshed and gore but hey, it does teaches you a thing or two about life! ;)
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Mission No. 1- To go to Maui & Sons and buy the tees there
I've always wanted to get their tees and thankfully today I did. I ain't no expensive kinda bloke who splurge hs money like there's no tomorrow, roger? Even the most simplest and cheapest kinda stuffs are greatly appreciated by me. You'll understand why when your only source of savings is by skipping some 'unimportant' meals for the day.
And Yan got shirts for herself too! Nice colour, but the design sucks. Awkward colour but the design is attractive. WHAT THE HELL!!! Luckily she's able to settle for 2 that are of her own liking. If thats ain't enough for a treat, Auntie Anne's was 'waiting patiently' for us to come to 'her'.
"The parmesan pretzel again?" went Yan.
"Why that? Let's try something new. Err.. I say we go for Chocolate Mint."
And boy that was the best decision I've ever made! (Nah.. exagerrating.) But it was really heavenly. When I sink my teeth into the pretzel, i nearly had orgasms. (SHIT! Time to tighten my sperm duct already!) The tinges of mint and cinnamon flavour PLUS the awesome taste of chocolate powder just made me stood there to enjoy my pretzel for a while.
Mission No. 2- To find sandals/flip-flops, whatever you call them
From Suntec City to Bugis, our legs carried us faithfully without failing their main duty of keeping us up and running. Thanks, my able legs. Leather Ark has some cool ranges of sandals. For $28, I think it's worth for its quality. But the one I saw at Marina Square attracted me more, thus the contemplation that I made. Thus, the delay in purchase. I guess I have to widen my search further. Sigh.
And urgh, we saw way too many shims today! One was browsing through the men's underwear section in Seiyu, another one was spotted while we're walking around Bugis Junction and the last one is at Raffles Link.
She or rather, he, is more prominent than the first two. 'cause she has a place of her own. The Espirit make-up section that is. It's okay if you're too petrified to see her in close view 'cause for the convenience of all her 'fans', Espirit has put the make-up section at the entrance of the store. Lucky shim. I've to admit she has donned herself pretty well though.
Do drop by and see her if you have the time. Her (I'm confused! Shims are males or females?!?! What's stated in their ICs under the 'Sex' category? 'NEITHER'???)
And I darn hate ADIDAS now, in a good way though. They always seem to have nice apparels coming up every now and then. My eyes were glued to one particular shirt the last time I went to the CityLink's ADIDAS store and when I was passing by today, it was gone! And no, the agony didn't stop there! They have replaced it with equally nice and attractive clothes! Argh!
TOPSHOP have a 20% discount, B.U.M. has a 20% discount. Converse has a 20% discount. What a bummer. The whole Parco Bugis Junction has a KEERAAZEE sale! And it ends today! And I only have the riches to take in the air of low prices, discounts and sales. What a bummer.