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Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Thanks to some successful joint partnership with 'Pollhost', the votes of the previous poll has been carefully counted and handled with care. Thus the final results are to the best of Pollhost's ability, though one must really note that it might not reflect the true persona of the individual involved. Really must take that into consideration hor.
Results are as follows:
It seems that most of the voters wanted me to be a gay should I be reincarnated. Of the 22 who had voted, I believe some voted more than once. Apparently they wanted to reinforce their stand. Fine, I have no qualms about that.
22 may seem a small number but Singapore is a small country, mind you. And after getting the whole nation involved in voting the new gahmen, I'm kinda pleased to see that people are still willing to vote.
Therefore, I must thank my voters profusely for their invaluable votes. Tomorrow I will send down a young kid down to your estate and wave his hankerchief at you, while making him shout 'Thank you for voting. Fitri will continue to play a major role in your life.' Sorry ah, no vans with flying flags and blasting recorded speeches. Budget lah.
Being Rajan-nified this semester, I kinda doubted the defination of 'gay'. To clarify my doubts, I then 'googled' (it's actually a word in the dictionary now if I'm not wrong) the word 'gay' and found some well, rather out-of-this-world explanation for the word.
Apparently this is called a 'gay pride'.
And if you have to much of a 'gay pride', it turns into a 'gay parade'.
Should Dan Brown not write 'The Da Vinci Code', I presume he would have written this instead:
Oh my apologies. It's from Terry Sanderson. He must be gay to write such a book.
I mean he must have been happy doing such a noble thing.
Of course, we have our gay movie which had gained international recognition faster than you can say the word 'gay'. No?
But for some strange reasons, I don't understand why the picture of this guy is inside the word search of 'gay'.
Is he gay or is he gay?
Then there's Gay.com, a website catering specially for the needs... and wants of gays. It's very professionally done, much to my surprise. I was expecting some crap with lotsa pop-ups, what more a website with such a corny name. But I was wrong.
I thought it was interesting to come about this website. I spend around 5 minutes doing this simple interactive questionaire that determines my level gayness, as it says. And after being probed, some of which I think are not objective at all (Thanks Ms Kwa, I've been influenced by you also), they presented me the result of the small test.
Is my results that shocking?
They actually expect it to be of a higher level? Gaaahhh!!!
As much as I seem to condemn gays, I'm actually relatively fine with this homosexuality issue. The only thing that I can't take side in is the issue of sissy-ness. I can accept gays but I just can't accept sissies. I mean if you're a guy, act like one. You don't need to stoop so low to the extent that you have to cross over your own gender.
This post is done in relation to the results of my previous poll and not to make a stand or mock any parties. C'mon lah... do a little bit of thinking and analysis here. Do you ever wonder why Singapore's 'Gotcha' is never of the standard that 'Just for laughs' had set?
Anyway, I have to get back to my FW CA now. I can't afford to burn the midnight oil once more.
And I fear for the day when my mates give me the presents, tomorrow or Thursday. Xiaolin and Pat can't seem to look at me in the eyes anymore. They make it seem as if this has something to do with the presents. But ironically, Pat wanted me to tell her when I'm using the present. Can I tell her in her eyes then? Hahaha!
Worst still, Joanne asked me for my waist size yesterday.
Aite, let's not wander too far. The new poll is up. Let's see if I need to close down my blog should I see there's not sufficient traffic into this good 'ol blog of mine.
Alright, that's all. Cheers. I told you I'm Rajan-nified.
Results are as follows:
It seems that most of the voters wanted me to be a gay should I be reincarnated. Of the 22 who had voted, I believe some voted more than once. Apparently they wanted to reinforce their stand. Fine, I have no qualms about that.
22 may seem a small number but Singapore is a small country, mind you. And after getting the whole nation involved in voting the new gahmen, I'm kinda pleased to see that people are still willing to vote.
Therefore, I must thank my voters profusely for their invaluable votes. Tomorrow I will send down a young kid down to your estate and wave his hankerchief at you, while making him shout 'Thank you for voting. Fitri will continue to play a major role in your life.' Sorry ah, no vans with flying flags and blasting recorded speeches. Budget lah.
Being Rajan-nified this semester, I kinda doubted the defination of 'gay'. To clarify my doubts, I then 'googled' (it's actually a word in the dictionary now if I'm not wrong) the word 'gay' and found some well, rather out-of-this-world explanation for the word.
Apparently this is called a 'gay pride'.
And if you have to much of a 'gay pride', it turns into a 'gay parade'.
Should Dan Brown not write 'The Da Vinci Code', I presume he would have written this instead:
Oh my apologies. It's from Terry Sanderson. He must be gay to write such a book.
I mean he must have been happy doing such a noble thing.
Of course, we have our gay movie which had gained international recognition faster than you can say the word 'gay'. No?
But for some strange reasons, I don't understand why the picture of this guy is inside the word search of 'gay'.
Is he gay or is he gay?
Then there's Gay.com, a website catering specially for the needs... and wants of gays. It's very professionally done, much to my surprise. I was expecting some crap with lotsa pop-ups, what more a website with such a corny name. But I was wrong.
I thought it was interesting to come about this website. I spend around 5 minutes doing this simple interactive questionaire that determines my level gayness, as it says. And after being probed, some of which I think are not objective at all (Thanks Ms Kwa, I've been influenced by you also), they presented me the result of the small test.
Is my results that shocking?
"FI3 IS 40% GAY!"
They actually expect it to be of a higher level? Gaaahhh!!!
As much as I seem to condemn gays, I'm actually relatively fine with this homosexuality issue. The only thing that I can't take side in is the issue of sissy-ness. I can accept gays but I just can't accept sissies. I mean if you're a guy, act like one. You don't need to stoop so low to the extent that you have to cross over your own gender.
This post is done in relation to the results of my previous poll and not to make a stand or mock any parties. C'mon lah... do a little bit of thinking and analysis here. Do you ever wonder why Singapore's 'Gotcha' is never of the standard that 'Just for laughs' had set?
Anyway, I have to get back to my FW CA now. I can't afford to burn the midnight oil once more.
And I fear for the day when my mates give me the presents, tomorrow or Thursday. Xiaolin and Pat can't seem to look at me in the eyes anymore. They make it seem as if this has something to do with the presents. But ironically, Pat wanted me to tell her when I'm using the present. Can I tell her in her eyes then? Hahaha!
Worst still, Joanne asked me for my waist size yesterday.
Aite, let's not wander too far. The new poll is up. Let's see if I need to close down my blog should I see there's not sufficient traffic into this good 'ol blog of mine.
Alright, that's all. Cheers. I told you I'm Rajan-nified.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
What is a blog for?
Those who are against it will say that it is an act of exhibitionism; just wanna grab attention. Or worse still, get into the phenomena of blogging. It seems to be the 'in' thing then. But that's what separates real bloggers and those who follow fads.
I don't wanna go into details like how you write, personal or for fun, peace and laughter. Everyone has different styles. Some are dry, others make you laugh till you roll on the floor. A handful treat blogs as a direct substitute for a personal diary, while many use them for many other various reasons.
Yet for all these being brought up, many don't realise that the fact that when you criticise what other people write in their blog, you have to, in the first place, get to the blog itself. This is called voyuerism. As Ms Phyllis Peters says, everyone has this element in them no matter how small the scale is. But the worse part comes when the child in them sets in.
They saw an entry, took it personally and the very next day, becomes a hot topic over lunch.
Then comes the bitching, comes the talking-behind-the-back kinda shit. But do you actually know the TRUE intentions of the writer? No, you actually assume. And because of this assumption, you make conclusions and perceive.
And human beings, regardless of whatever differences, are egoistic. They always wanna be right. Even if they think that they're wrong, they will find a way to see the truth in what they say. Apply cognitive dissonance from CONB into this context if you want, if that ironically, satisfies your ego.
But my stand on this is that you respect what the writer is doing. People like me, who doesn't have a personal diary to start off with, finds it convenient to let your feelings out in a blog. As what lydia adlina says, "Blogging is therapeutic". (Wow, she's being quoted! Shemust bebetter be honoured!) Which is true in a sense actually. Sometimes you just feel down and out, and trashing things out can make you feel better.
But why on the Net where everyone can see it, you ask? Well, first of all, ask yourself this question- Why are you so nosey into wanna know what someone else does? Everyone has their own reasons. It differs between individuals. If I were to list them all, I guess it would have made up a chapter of a novel.
Personally, blogging has changed me if not the environment that I grew up in tertiary level being the greater influence. I learn so much things just from blogging alone. From doing up HTML codes to the ethics of 'What's right and what's not, online'. I dare say I also get to know about people's personality not only by viewing their blogs, but also how they respond to what's being said.
I just find it... laughable to the fact that some people are just very narrow-minded. C'mon, as they say, "Everyday is not Monday". Which doesn't only mean that things are always different everytime but also you gotta open your mind for other 'days', not 'Mondays' alone.
Of course with all these being said, do you actually notice that blog actually exerts a certain amount of influence in people? From the worshipping of Xiaxue to the extent of the gahmen actually has to touch on this topic when the elections came close then.
So grow up people. What you read may be the truth but it may not necessarily be the reality. Respect other people's decision on what they wanna do. More importantly, don't get affected by what they write/say/rant/infer.
But then again, we are human beings after all. And it's just our nature not to be perfect. 'cause nobody is perfect.
For some strange reasons or another, I'm still looking for nobody. I wanna see how perfect this chap is.
Okay, I think I just made myself sound stupid.
See, I just got something off my chest. I told ya blogging is therapeutic right, right, right?
Those who are against it will say that it is an act of exhibitionism; just wanna grab attention. Or worse still, get into the phenomena of blogging. It seems to be the 'in' thing then. But that's what separates real bloggers and those who follow fads.
I don't wanna go into details like how you write, personal or for fun, peace and laughter. Everyone has different styles. Some are dry, others make you laugh till you roll on the floor. A handful treat blogs as a direct substitute for a personal diary, while many use them for many other various reasons.
Yet for all these being brought up, many don't realise that the fact that when you criticise what other people write in their blog, you have to, in the first place, get to the blog itself. This is called voyuerism. As Ms Phyllis Peters says, everyone has this element in them no matter how small the scale is. But the worse part comes when the child in them sets in.
They saw an entry, took it personally and the very next day, becomes a hot topic over lunch.
Then comes the bitching, comes the talking-behind-the-back kinda shit. But do you actually know the TRUE intentions of the writer? No, you actually assume. And because of this assumption, you make conclusions and perceive.
And human beings, regardless of whatever differences, are egoistic. They always wanna be right. Even if they think that they're wrong, they will find a way to see the truth in what they say. Apply cognitive dissonance from CONB into this context if you want, if that ironically, satisfies your ego.
But my stand on this is that you respect what the writer is doing. People like me, who doesn't have a personal diary to start off with, finds it convenient to let your feelings out in a blog. As what lydia adlina says, "Blogging is therapeutic". (Wow, she's being quoted! She
But why on the Net where everyone can see it, you ask? Well, first of all, ask yourself this question- Why are you so nosey into wanna know what someone else does? Everyone has their own reasons. It differs between individuals. If I were to list them all, I guess it would have made up a chapter of a novel.
Personally, blogging has changed me if not the environment that I grew up in tertiary level being the greater influence. I learn so much things just from blogging alone. From doing up HTML codes to the ethics of 'What's right and what's not, online'. I dare say I also get to know about people's personality not only by viewing their blogs, but also how they respond to what's being said.
I just find it... laughable to the fact that some people are just very narrow-minded. C'mon, as they say, "Everyday is not Monday". Which doesn't only mean that things are always different everytime but also you gotta open your mind for other 'days', not 'Mondays' alone.
Of course with all these being said, do you actually notice that blog actually exerts a certain amount of influence in people? From the worshipping of Xiaxue to the extent of the gahmen actually has to touch on this topic when the elections came close then.
So grow up people. What you read may be the truth but it may not necessarily be the reality. Respect other people's decision on what they wanna do. More importantly, don't get affected by what they write/say/rant/infer.
But then again, we are human beings after all. And it's just our nature not to be perfect. 'cause nobody is perfect.
For some strange reasons or another, I'm still looking for nobody. I wanna see how perfect this chap is.
Okay, I think I just made myself sound stupid.
See, I just got something off my chest. I told ya blogging is therapeutic right, right, right?
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Lately, there have been many people donning jerseys to school. And I don't know why. I know the World Cup season is coming. Thanks for taking note of that even though you know nothing much about balls.
But it seems that these jerseys come in uniform, no pun intended there. What I mean is that there have been a lot of SB students using jerseys as their class tee. And you jolly well know that they are year 1s 'cause...
Already today I saw a group of black jersey-ed students in the foodcourt. 5 minutes later, an orange troop marched past me. I nearly have this illusion that I'm in a stadium rather than in a school.
But that is not the worse part. The scenario worsens when you see the name imprinted to the back of their jerseys. What are names for in the first place? To identify yourself, right? With that kept in my mind, I swear 3/4 of the names I saw doesn't make any sense at all. What more show, at least, who they are.
Some go by the initials like 'cX', 'ghiA' and 'iM'. How would you feel if people shout from afar, 'EH, cX (cee-axe)!"
Others carried their SMS/MSN habits a bit too far with names such as 'amELiA', 'j0hN' and 'BRAdley'. Am I suppose to stress those syllables that has capital letters on them? Like 'Hi, BRAdley (bra-dli)... nice to meet you!"
It's fine if you wanna go ahead putting your pet name, as in NOT that of your animal companion. But for me, I guess sometimes the most beautiful things are meant to be kept simple. =)
The beauty of having your class tee using jerseys is done and dusted. It used to be a privilege with brands such as ADIDAS and NIKE making people look twice at you. But now, what can I say? It's nothing but a common sight. As what CONB had taught me, it is more or a necessity rather than a luxury.
I wonder which gundu would don a jersey with the name 'CHEE guan BY' at the back of it. Tell me if you see this person. I'd love to call him by the name.
But it seems that these jerseys come in uniform, no pun intended there. What I mean is that there have been a lot of SB students using jerseys as their class tee. And you jolly well know that they are year 1s 'cause...
- The idea is soooo JC-like. it's so obvious that those who went for the first 3 months initiated this idea to their classmates.
- There have been a surge in the number of people who wear jerseys as their class tee this year, as compared to last year. Need I explain more?
Already today I saw a group of black jersey-ed students in the foodcourt. 5 minutes later, an orange troop marched past me. I nearly have this illusion that I'm in a stadium rather than in a school.
But that is not the worse part. The scenario worsens when you see the name imprinted to the back of their jerseys. What are names for in the first place? To identify yourself, right? With that kept in my mind, I swear 3/4 of the names I saw doesn't make any sense at all. What more show, at least, who they are.
Some go by the initials like 'cX', 'ghiA' and 'iM'. How would you feel if people shout from afar, 'EH, cX (cee-axe)!"
Others carried their SMS/MSN habits a bit too far with names such as 'amELiA', 'j0hN' and 'BRAdley'. Am I suppose to stress those syllables that has capital letters on them? Like 'Hi, BRAdley (bra-dli)... nice to meet you!"
It's fine if you wanna go ahead putting your pet name, as in NOT that of your animal companion. But for me, I guess sometimes the most beautiful things are meant to be kept simple. =)
The beauty of having your class tee using jerseys is done and dusted. It used to be a privilege with brands such as ADIDAS and NIKE making people look twice at you. But now, what can I say? It's nothing but a common sight. As what CONB had taught me, it is more or a necessity rather than a luxury.
I wonder which gundu would don a jersey with the name 'CHEE guan BY' at the back of it. Tell me if you see this person. I'd love to call him by the name.
Friday, May 19, 2006
The weekend's here and sadly, there's little for me to shout joy for about it. Let's see here what I have put behind and what's in store next.
I'm done with:
and I have to 'look foward to':
Already my 'weekend' mood is spoilt when the Law test had to be set today! A SATURDAY some more! CONB was worse off yesterday. We had to run all the way to the other side of the poly just to get to MLT 1. We were running late that's why. Literally running late. When we finally arrived at the LT, the whole freaking place was so humid.
It turned out to be the air-con wasn't turned on. Worse still, it can't be operated manually. So we have to wait like around 15-20 minutes before the air-cons started to 'breathe'. Of course by then, I'm already sweating as if I had a morning PT.
And MMR is like so freaking taxing! For every question of the survey that we came up to, there's bound to be at least some flaws in them. And when everything seems perfect, Xiaolin's voice had to ring our minds with her signature "It depends!!!". But thanks to that, we gave our survey a second look everytime. Else, we would have overlooked everything and seen it as perfect. =)
And I caught 'The Da Vinci Code' today! At the spank-ingly new Cathay Building over at Dhoby Ghaut! It was bad. I mean getting tickets were bad. By the time my friends and I set our eyes on the screen for booking tickets, most of the timeslots were on 'selling fast' mode. Even the 11.00 PM slots. Can you imagine that? Save for the after-midnight slots of course.
We did get seats but holy shit, we had to settle for the front row alright. Ouch my neck aches and my eyes... let's just say they are pretty alright now.
Want me to spoil the show for you? Well let's start off with me saying that it's 2 hours and 30 minutes long. Want more? Go catch the movie yourself. Just don't compare it so much with the book lah. Enjoy the show as the story unfolds.
I still feel that Tom Hanks isn't quite the Robert Langdon that I pictured. But Audrey Tautou as Sophie Neveu? Excellente!
My friends and I agreed that the Cathay Building is a good spot for couples, if you know what I mean. You need to actually walk through so many bends to get to the toilet. Now you get what I mean? And shops there are not quite finished yet. The same goes to the building as a whole. But don't worry. Bangla workers wheeling in wet sand into the building is not a common sight there.
I'm happy to finally have my virgin Carl's Jr visit
I'm happy to see 'Mini-me', in this case, a baby who resembles one
I'm happy to know that TOPMAN is having up to 50% discount
I'm happy to sing along to a song, played at the gig that goes,
'and I say... heyyyy eyyy eyyy eyyyy'
I'm happy to enjoy the breeze by the sea, or rather the river
I'm happy to find out that the Merlion not only has a son, and also a grandfather
I'm just happy to share those moments
with you
I'm done with:
- FW Personality Profile (took me till the wee hours of the morning)
- CONB Test
- Law Test
and I have to 'look foward to':
- DMA 1-min on camera presentation
- OM Test
- MMR presentation
- FW CA1
- ATTITUDE feature article on Connect '06
- Residential project
- Year 1 Training Camp
Already my 'weekend' mood is spoilt when the Law test had to be set today! A SATURDAY some more! CONB was worse off yesterday. We had to run all the way to the other side of the poly just to get to MLT 1. We were running late that's why. Literally running late. When we finally arrived at the LT, the whole freaking place was so humid.
It turned out to be the air-con wasn't turned on. Worse still, it can't be operated manually. So we have to wait like around 15-20 minutes before the air-cons started to 'breathe'. Of course by then, I'm already sweating as if I had a morning PT.
And MMR is like so freaking taxing! For every question of the survey that we came up to, there's bound to be at least some flaws in them. And when everything seems perfect, Xiaolin's voice had to ring our minds with her signature "It depends!!!". But thanks to that, we gave our survey a second look everytime. Else, we would have overlooked everything and seen it as perfect. =)
And I caught 'The Da Vinci Code' today! At the spank-ingly new Cathay Building over at Dhoby Ghaut! It was bad. I mean getting tickets were bad. By the time my friends and I set our eyes on the screen for booking tickets, most of the timeslots were on 'selling fast' mode. Even the 11.00 PM slots. Can you imagine that? Save for the after-midnight slots of course.
We did get seats but holy shit, we had to settle for the front row alright. Ouch my neck aches and my eyes... let's just say they are pretty alright now.
Want me to spoil the show for you? Well let's start off with me saying that it's 2 hours and 30 minutes long. Want more? Go catch the movie yourself. Just don't compare it so much with the book lah. Enjoy the show as the story unfolds.
I still feel that Tom Hanks isn't quite the Robert Langdon that I pictured. But Audrey Tautou as Sophie Neveu? Excellente!
My friends and I agreed that the Cathay Building is a good spot for couples, if you know what I mean. You need to actually walk through so many bends to get to the toilet. Now you get what I mean? And shops there are not quite finished yet. The same goes to the building as a whole. But don't worry. Bangla workers wheeling in wet sand into the building is not a common sight there.
I'm happy to finally have my virgin Carl's Jr visit
I'm happy to see 'Mini-me', in this case, a baby who resembles one
I'm happy to know that TOPMAN is having up to 50% discount
I'm happy to sing along to a song, played at the gig that goes,
'and I say... heyyyy eyyy eyyy eyyyy'
I'm happy to enjoy the breeze by the sea, or rather the river
I'm happy to find out that the Merlion not only has a son, and also a grandfather
I'm just happy to share those moments
with you
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
that smile.
those teases.
the tiramisu.
an undescribable feeling overwhelmed me.
a walk to remember
those teases.
the tiramisu.
an undescribable feeling overwhelmed me.
a walk to remember
Sunday, May 14, 2006
I think New Urban Male is so cool that everyone wants a slice of their identity. But then again there is a certain 'criteria' that you somehow have to meet before you can don their colours without any sense of uncertainty and doubt.
The bad thing is, this 'criteria' is invisible and based on intuition.
I mean, they employ good-looking hunks as sales assistants in their shops and THEY wear NUM stuffs. Thus THEY indirectly have already set the standards on the type of personality, body, etc that is suitable for NUM's stuff. Imagine an Ah Beng in a full suit of NUM stuffs. From the bags to tees to the flip-flops. Yes? More to like never.
By the way, I have to admit that their strategy of employing hunks in the shop is really a masterstroke. They just stand in the shop, talk amongst themselves and emphasize even more on the fact that they already are models!
Which is a smart thing to do 'cause if they were to approach the customers, ladies especially, their melting point suddenly becomes that of their body temperature.
I guess the only stuff that I'd get from NUM is their flip-flops? 'cause the rest are just good-to-look-at-and-not-buy kinda thing? Well, at least for me. Not only because, ironically, I don't fit being their ambassador. It's also because I kinda have this perception that if you don NUM stuffs, people will gawk at you and go, "Whoa... must be a rich brat ah." Ya ya ya ya.
Can't blame them what!!! I mean I'd do so if I were in the streets and spot someone like that. NUM stuffs are so freaking ex! One normal tee can go all the way to like $43??? Gosh... I'd rather spend that kinda cash on something else.
But the taglines imprinted on the tees are innovative! Kind of a fusion of a lame joke and creativity but at the end of the tagline, you'll smile to yourself and go, 'That was a nice one..". Most of them however are creatively crude. Nice. =)
Like these...
HAHAHA!!! I can just get one for myself and frame it up in my bedroom. That would be uber cool lah.
And they had this survey which kinda took me by surprise. Not the questions, but more to the answers.
(click on picture to enlarge)
Hmmm... I wonder what my answer for this question would be.
How about this tagline for the imprint- "Click to enlarge"?
Where it will be? YOU decide. =p
The bad thing is, this 'criteria' is invisible and based on intuition.
I mean, they employ good-looking hunks as sales assistants in their shops and THEY wear NUM stuffs. Thus THEY indirectly have already set the standards on the type of personality, body, etc that is suitable for NUM's stuff. Imagine an Ah Beng in a full suit of NUM stuffs. From the bags to tees to the flip-flops. Yes? More to like never.
By the way, I have to admit that their strategy of employing hunks in the shop is really a masterstroke. They just stand in the shop, talk amongst themselves and emphasize even more on the fact that they already are models!
Which is a smart thing to do 'cause if they were to approach the customers, ladies especially, their melting point suddenly becomes that of their body temperature.
I guess the only stuff that I'd get from NUM is their flip-flops? 'cause the rest are just good-to-look-at-and-not-buy kinda thing? Well, at least for me. Not only because, ironically, I don't fit being their ambassador. It's also because I kinda have this perception that if you don NUM stuffs, people will gawk at you and go, "Whoa... must be a rich brat ah." Ya ya ya ya.
Can't blame them what!!! I mean I'd do so if I were in the streets and spot someone like that. NUM stuffs are so freaking ex! One normal tee can go all the way to like $43??? Gosh... I'd rather spend that kinda cash on something else.
But the taglines imprinted on the tees are innovative! Kind of a fusion of a lame joke and creativity but at the end of the tagline, you'll smile to yourself and go, 'That was a nice one..". Most of them however are creatively crude. Nice. =)
Like these...
- "I'm looking for treasure, can I see your chest?"
- "Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I have to walk past again?"
- "So many birds, so little time"
- "If you think sex is a pain in the ass, you're doing it the wrong way"
HAHAHA!!! I can just get one for myself and frame it up in my bedroom. That would be uber cool lah.
And they had this survey which kinda took me by surprise. Not the questions, but more to the answers.
(click on picture to enlarge)Hmmm... I wonder what my answer for this question would be.
How about this tagline for the imprint- "Click to enlarge"?
Where it will be? YOU decide. =p
Friday, May 12, 2006
Vesak Day falls on this very date and I'm grateful that this year, it's on a Friday! A long weekend is certainly not something you always get every year.
The funny thing is that there is existence of some people who are unaware of today's special event. I read from Min's blog that 2 Ah Bengs thought today's a holiday because it's POLLING DAY. And therefore, from that instance, I can only think of a few reasons why they are so ignorant of the things happening around them.
I swear an Ah Pek in Chinatown yesterday must have been so jealous of me'cause I'm more handsome than he is that he used something out-of-this-world technology to get hold of my handphone number and pass it to the Filipino's Maid Association of Sin-ga-pore. 'cause when I was down at Bugis just now, I received a phone call from a private number.
The worse part of the conversation? I couldn't take part in it. 'cause the person on the other side was speaking in a language I'd classify as 'alien'. So I just answered politely 'Sorry, wrong number'.
15 minutes later another call came in, this time of a man's voice. Again, the 'alien' language was used. So I went on to do the politically-correct thing by saying 'Sorry, wrong number' again.
1 minute hasn't even passed and I received a message from this number '+6281327695***' Kinda long for a local number, so that's when my suspicion that I got a call from outer space increased ten-fold.
And the message reads,
I think I should call Robert Langdon straightaway to break what I call THE REAL DA VINCI CODE.
I'll surely be looking foward to next year's Vesak Day.
The funny thing is that there is existence of some people who are unaware of today's special event. I read from Min's blog that 2 Ah Bengs thought today's a holiday because it's POLLING DAY. And therefore, from that instance, I can only think of a few reasons why they are so ignorant of the things happening around them.
- Arcades, gambling dens and pool centres have no broadcast of any type of media. And you can bet to your last dollar that they have no space for newspapers and mags either.
- Even when they got hold of newspapers, before they can see PM Lee's triumphant face on the front page, they are already being rolled up and used as weapons.
- Dark alleys no light, so cannot read.
- They have lotsa ad hoc projects to do. For example, decorating the HDB flats with alphabets and numbers; practise their 'catwalk' along Orchard Road and do maths problems sums for their Maths HOD Mr. Ah Long-ge.
I swear an Ah Pek in Chinatown yesterday must have been so jealous of me
The worse part of the conversation? I couldn't take part in it. 'cause the person on the other side was speaking in a language I'd classify as 'alien'. So I just answered politely 'Sorry, wrong number'.
15 minutes later another call came in, this time of a man's voice. Again, the 'alien' language was used. So I went on to do the politically-correct thing by saying 'Sorry, wrong number' again.
1 minute hasn't even passed and I received a message from this number '+6281327695***' Kinda long for a local number, so that's when my suspicion that I got a call from outer space increased ten-fold.
And the message reads,
'Bad anu ana diarep2 jko arp tlp wisdi krm apa urung?Bls'
I think I should call Robert Langdon straightaway to break what I call THE REAL DA VINCI CODE.
I'll surely be looking foward to next year's Vesak Day.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
I was around Bishan the other day and this signboard caught the attention of my wandering eyes. I was supposed to be on the lookout for attractive girls but somehow this thin piece of plywood was like a thorn among the roses.
This is what happen when...
Then you'll resort to putting up such a sign, hide behind a big piece of metal sheet and go on to do your 'own business'.
Just make sure you heed the other signboard which reads,
This is what happen when...
- every hotel is booked over the weekends
- you do not want to trouble the bangla worker who washes your block every month, especially your stairway
- you want privacy but due to Singapore's physical size, it's
notNEVER gonna happen
Then you'll resort to putting up such a sign, hide behind a big piece of metal sheet and go on to do your 'own business'.
Just make sure you heed the other signboard which reads,
'SAFETY FIRST'
Monday, May 08, 2006
One super-duper major good news was out today. Which means I don't have to wait till the 1st of June, which is coincedentally *coughsmycoughsbirthday*, to catch this freaking show! Frankly speaking, I've forgotten the storyline already. Perhaps I caught the ' brown fever' too early. But then again, it is not really a bad thing though!
May is a reel(ly) good month. X-Men:The Last Stand, Pirates of the Carribean:Dead Man's Chest, The Da Vinci Code. Holy shit! Superman is also returning, no pun intended there. And check out The Fast and The Furious:Tokyo Drift! Fast cars vrooooooming away! I've yet to catch Mission Impossible III too!
How am I gonna get the cash to watch all these damn cool flicks? Well, there's always Johor as one of the alternatives. Better still, I have a friend who frequents Johor so much that he can apply for dual-citizenship over there. Now that will mkae my life so much better.
But somehow Poseidon is a spolier for the party. So copycat of Titanic lah!!! Like how The Wild is of Madagascar. Through reviews and word-of-mouth, many say it's 95% like Madagascar. Now can someone tell me the meaning of 'original' once again?
I waited but my efforts went to no avail
I tried but it all seem to be in vain
I gave my very best
But I got back all but the very best
from you
With that being said
The flame of the candle is now no longer burning
being the only source of light for my heart
it is
For the past for me now
is done and dusted.
As of now I say
I shall close this chapter of my book
For now
opens a new lease of life
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
May is a reel(ly) good month. X-Men:The Last Stand, Pirates of the Carribean:Dead Man's Chest, The Da Vinci Code. Holy shit! Superman is also returning, no pun intended there. And check out The Fast and The Furious:Tokyo Drift! Fast cars vrooooooming away! I've yet to catch Mission Impossible III too!
How am I gonna get the cash to watch all these damn cool flicks? Well, there's always Johor as one of the alternatives. Better still, I have a friend who frequents Johor so much that he can apply for dual-citizenship over there. Now that will mkae my life so much better.
But somehow Poseidon is a spolier for the party. So copycat of Titanic lah!!! Like how The Wild is of Madagascar. Through reviews and word-of-mouth, many say it's 95% like Madagascar. Now can someone tell me the meaning of 'original' once again?
I waited but my efforts went to no avail
I tried but it all seem to be in vain
I gave my very best
But I got back all but the very best
from you
With that being said
The flame of the candle is now no longer burning
being the only source of light for my heart
it is
For the past for me now
is done and dusted.
As of now I say
I shall close this chapter of my book
For now
opens a new lease of life
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
Sunday, May 07, 2006
My camp just ended today and boy, oh boy... how I really need some rest and SLEEP!!! I'm developing really big, dark rings 'round my eyes already. Soon enough, you'll find my face replacing the panda prints on the tiny bits of 'Hello Panda' chocolates!
Okay that was kinda cold I must admit.
But you can't possibly fault me! I'm still feeling the freeze from the cold room, which turns out to be our bunks, after 2 consecutive nights of NO SWEATER, NO SLEEPING BAG AND NO JEANS/LONG PANTS! In the end, I had to use my towel as blanket and by the second night, my socks had to do the honourable duty of smelling myfragrant feet.
First night was torture because the seniors simply had nothing to do. The poor me was already shivering and the seniors still had the cheek to barge into the room at 3am in the morning to turn the lights on and off, lower the air-con temperature to 16 DEGREES!!! Holy shit! Already I had to sleep at around 1 am 'cause some of us were so enthu, overenthu actually, that we played floorball in the bunk itself. Drats.
Second night was worse. Someone dialled the Rain God's hotline and better still, played a prank on 'Him'. Thanks so much for not considering me beforehand ah! And Sandy thinks she has 9 lives-suaning me that she has her warm and cosy bed to sleep on. I'll get her one fine day and treat her like how I like my potatoes to be.
Laila! Why you leave first? Wasted lah you... I know the camp is what you think it was but at least stay on lah! But anyway, I think I recognise Khairul Anwar's little bro already (OMG! That sounds awfully off!!!). He's really a carbon copy of his bro except that I think we should give him some time before I compare them in terms of looks. =p
The dish of the last dinner was amazing. We had beef and chicken and briyani rice, if I'm right! And the very next morning, there was nasi lemak! Ooohhh!!! No wonder for some odd reasons, some asshole chose to release his bowel at the showering cubicle in the Sports Hall toilet!
And for that very reason, I had to go for another one which is of course of no better standard than others. What you expect in SP? I was already damn lucky to shower in the Sports Complex one which was equipped with a water heater. And of course a clogged drainage hole.
Aite, 'nuff of camp already. Maybe I talk about it in another post. =)
PAP won 82/84 seats for this GE. Do I give a damn? No I don't. Am I immature and naive on giving this heck-care attitude towards things that concern me as a Singaporean? Of course not, without a scent of ego-ism. Else, I wouldn't have known that WP won the Hougang and Potong Pasir constituencies.
What do you look forward to when you reach 21? Vote? Vote when you know that PAP is gonna win the minute they announce that they are going to hold a GE? To those who had not reached that 'golden age' yet, go find something better to do for now.
8284. Get the idea yet?
Now for random thoughts flowing through my mind...
I want a Davidoff perfume. Or I shall be content with just an Oceanus spray from The Body Shop. =) And perhaps settle down with a pair of N.U.M sandals of my own.
Tomorrow's Monday already and it seems that I'll be in SP for almost 14 consecutive days! That's like really, really NO LIFE MAN!!! Thank God there's Vesak Day this coming Friday. I would welcome it with open arms.
I missed the 'Defend Your Turf' event at Sentosa yesterday. I missed my therapeautic window-shopping experiences this weekend. And I hope all can be recovered by next week. Yay-ness!
Mission Impossible III is on my next-movie-to-watch list. Anyone wanna hit the movies for this supposedly blockbuster movie of the year?
I was in the midst of a conversation with a friend, on the topic of guys. And a smile was carved on my face when she said that those 'loud and attention-seekeing guys' are only worth for your company for a short period of time.
Thank God such people do still exist. Are there any more of such a character out there?
Okay that was kinda cold I must admit.
But you can't possibly fault me! I'm still feeling the freeze from the cold room, which turns out to be our bunks, after 2 consecutive nights of NO SWEATER, NO SLEEPING BAG AND NO JEANS/LONG PANTS! In the end, I had to use my towel as blanket and by the second night, my socks had to do the honourable duty of smelling my
First night was torture because the seniors simply had nothing to do. The poor me was already shivering and the seniors still had the cheek to barge into the room at 3am in the morning to turn the lights on and off, lower the air-con temperature to 16 DEGREES!!! Holy shit! Already I had to sleep at around 1 am 'cause some of us were so enthu, overenthu actually, that we played floorball in the bunk itself. Drats.
Second night was worse. Someone dialled the Rain God's hotline and better still, played a prank on 'Him'. Thanks so much for not considering me beforehand ah! And Sandy thinks she has 9 lives-suaning me that she has her warm and cosy bed to sleep on. I'll get her one fine day and treat her like how I like my potatoes to be.
Laila! Why you leave first? Wasted lah you... I know the camp is what you think it was but at least stay on lah! But anyway, I think I recognise Khairul Anwar's little bro already (OMG! That sounds awfully off!!!). He's really a carbon copy of his bro except that I think we should give him some time before I compare them in terms of looks. =p
The dish of the last dinner was amazing. We had beef and chicken and briyani rice, if I'm right! And the very next morning, there was nasi lemak! Ooohhh!!! No wonder for some odd reasons, some asshole chose to release his bowel at the showering cubicle in the Sports Hall toilet!
And for that very reason, I had to go for another one which is of course of no better standard than others. What you expect in SP? I was already damn lucky to shower in the Sports Complex one which was equipped with a water heater. And of course a clogged drainage hole.
Aite, 'nuff of camp already. Maybe I talk about it in another post. =)
PAP won 82/84 seats for this GE. Do I give a damn? No I don't. Am I immature and naive on giving this heck-care attitude towards things that concern me as a Singaporean? Of course not, without a scent of ego-ism. Else, I wouldn't have known that WP won the Hougang and Potong Pasir constituencies.
What do you look forward to when you reach 21? Vote? Vote when you know that PAP is gonna win the minute they announce that they are going to hold a GE? To those who had not reached that 'golden age' yet, go find something better to do for now.
8284. Get the idea yet?
Now for random thoughts flowing through my mind...
I want a Davidoff perfume. Or I shall be content with just an Oceanus spray from The Body Shop. =) And perhaps settle down with a pair of N.U.M sandals of my own.
Tomorrow's Monday already and it seems that I'll be in SP for almost 14 consecutive days! That's like really, really NO LIFE MAN!!! Thank God there's Vesak Day this coming Friday. I would welcome it with open arms.
I missed the 'Defend Your Turf' event at Sentosa yesterday. I missed my therapeautic window-shopping experiences this weekend. And I hope all can be recovered by next week. Yay-ness!
Mission Impossible III is on my next-movie-to-watch list. Anyone wanna hit the movies for this supposedly blockbuster movie of the year?
I was in the midst of a conversation with a friend, on the topic of guys. And a smile was carved on my face when she said that those 'loud and attention-seekeing guys' are only worth for your company for a short period of time.
Thank God such people do still exist. Are there any more of such a character out there?
Monday, May 01, 2006
Hear my heart speak
For thus long I've let time pass by
Sitting by the waters and see the angels soar high
Praying for every glimmer of hope
any kind of chance
for me to find myself closer to someone
whom I find very dearly close to this fragile heart of mine
Every night I find myself looking up to God
asking him to guide me
onto the right path of life
and into the right heart of a special someone
But sooner, rather than later
I find myself in no man's land
And I'm beginning to feel pessimistic
but at the same time
understand the true essence of reality
I'm beginning to lose hope
for each passing day
means a step further away from you
Nevertheless,
I'm holding on to this one last candle;
the flame marks my time for you
Once it's gone
it will be forever
Sitting by the waters and see the angels soar high
Praying for every glimmer of hope
any kind of chance
for me to find myself closer to someone
whom I find very dearly close to this fragile heart of mine
Every night I find myself looking up to God
asking him to guide me
onto the right path of life
and into the right heart of a special someone
But sooner, rather than later
I find myself in no man's land
And I'm beginning to feel pessimistic
but at the same time
understand the true essence of reality
I'm beginning to lose hope
for each passing day
means a step further away from you
Nevertheless,
I'm holding on to this one last candle;
the flame marks my time for you
Once it's gone
it will be forever
I'm still clinging onto
this one last hope
Just give me the strength
to hold on for a little more
this one last hope
Just give me the strength
to hold on for a little more