the frog in hot water theory...
cooking in boiling hot water, with the chance of survival at 99%
cooking in cold - warm- hot- boiling water, with the chance of survival at 1%.
= 100%
Death comes swiftly especially when you dont notice the factors that would tell you otherwise.
Wish list:
- watching Final destination 3
- getting more mp3 that i like
- watching ice age 2
- noeing that the people who are good to me are looked after
-see my mommie soon
- craves for hokkien noodles NYJC style!
- chilli ikan billis fried with peanuts from our lovely hanni
- get well quick (nearly fainted this morning...bad bad bad)
-get off flu medicine quick. making me feel wozzy.
- play my gigs without band squabbles. music.
- work getting better. no more measuring of garments! NO MORE!
- bro getting out of school (finally) and getting a job
- saving up for my masters in commerce
-getting into my masters. H2b av, but...
- finding out whether i need a letter from my employer to prove the 1 year for masters
- making more friends who would be there for me.
- renewing my faith. sorry...
- reading the bible from cover to end, and rem words of wisdom
- get my dream dress...the one i saw was torn. damn it.
-work out to be healthier. will get out of the woozy feeling
- no more OT at work... (like real)
- go back sg and get into satchi and satchi -_-
Reality Check:
* good job and good colleagues (except for the ocassional raised voices and pushing of excuses)
* healthy as in never been to a hospital, except to be part of staff
*god-blessed...how many pple do you noe can fall off the bike from 1.6m and not be impaled or break a hand? (only a broken tooth and really brusied hand)
*played my gig for as long as i could without succumbing to wat tears a group up...
*getting a decent lifestyle while waiting for PR
*living comfortably in my little nest
wat else can i ask for? maybe a wish list is a want list that you just rattle on about.
totally unnecessary.
yet... so temptingly desireable.
wat do i desire?
Showing posts with label Opinion Articles: Current Twisted-Affairs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Opinion Articles: Current Twisted-Affairs. Show all posts
9 May 2006
14 January 2006
SPGs and women who are too full of themselves.
maybe its just me, i find this alittle over the top sometimes.
If you are articulate, beautiful, and able to attract, why do you use this against yourself?
1. Women tend to act the part of the hurt and down party, using tears as weapons (we noe that, cos i've been there, although it was more of genuine hurt and to get away from whatever was hurting me). But i've known at least on a subconscious level, tears are effective.
2. Why get any guy when you can choose the guy you want? (but then again, if you have the looks, the guys flocking to you would be a different sort, making it a different choice). Note, Xiao Xue, the SPG girl and Dawn Yeo. (although i dont find it wrong to better yourself, looks or attitude wise, or am i a self-righteous B*****, but maybe just maybe there are better ways to dealing with your stuff?)
then again. i'm not in too much of a league to be talking about these.
Sometimes it makes me wonder, superficially goes hand in hand with attention and popularity.
Even when i least feel like, I would try to attempt at making my friend feel comfy by talking (or maybe i'm annoying) cos my rationale remains, if that can make them smile. Y not?
Oh yar. rent's due on monday.
maybe its just me, i find this alittle over the top sometimes.
If you are articulate, beautiful, and able to attract, why do you use this against yourself?
1. Women tend to act the part of the hurt and down party, using tears as weapons (we noe that, cos i've been there, although it was more of genuine hurt and to get away from whatever was hurting me). But i've known at least on a subconscious level, tears are effective.
2. Why get any guy when you can choose the guy you want? (but then again, if you have the looks, the guys flocking to you would be a different sort, making it a different choice). Note, Xiao Xue, the SPG girl and Dawn Yeo. (although i dont find it wrong to better yourself, looks or attitude wise, or am i a self-righteous B*****, but maybe just maybe there are better ways to dealing with your stuff?)
then again. i'm not in too much of a league to be talking about these.
Sometimes it makes me wonder, superficially goes hand in hand with attention and popularity.
Even when i least feel like, I would try to attempt at making my friend feel comfy by talking (or maybe i'm annoying) cos my rationale remains, if that can make them smile. Y not?
Oh yar. rent's due on monday.
8 July 2005
a long road trip, murdering two kangas, mom and baby (i cried but i figured maybe it was for the better).
Began the trip with our progression down the scenic melbourne Great ocean road, where after the turns and twists, i was prepared to vomit out whatever i had for breakie. None of us had slept the previous nite, i did catch maybe 20 winks and that was it, but we had a little guzzle of beer and so, emotionally we were a little high still. Met up with a couple of friends at Werribee, before journeying down the Great Ocean Road. It was indeed breathtaking, especially the shots, although like dodo birds, we sat on the edge of the cliff awaiting for the sun to descend so that we could get excellent shots of the would-be bathed in sun beams apostles and the tiny stretch of beach that accompanied them. (It was regrettably incredible when we discovered that a few days after our photo-taking, another of the stone marvels had crashed and burned).
With the first night coming to an end, we camped out at Grampians at Makenzie falls, and advice for the hardcore roadtripper- Never Never sleep in the car at night, it only gets colder inside. You're better off sleeping outdoors with the beautiful stars and snakes.
When daybreak arose, we discovered that everything was iced-over, and the weather the previous night had dipped below subzero. The people, such and me, whom had invested in a tropical blanket had the worse night and least sleep, where i awoke at around 415am, and started gathering firewood for our fireplace.
Following that, we ascended Wonderworld at the Grampians, where we walked off the beaten track, and ventured beyond. Finally after much bashing, we discovered that we had taken the opposite route of Wonderworld and had basically come full circle of the mountain range. We descended back down the popular route that was indeed breathtaking (even though it was the second time i had been up there).
The night was once again spent in the wild, although this time we were more cautious and built up tents and had kerosene lamps on to prevent stray animals.
With the dawn of the third day, we made our way to Kangaroo Island which we had wanted to explore. Upon realizing that it was 7 times bigger than Singapore, we decided that we'ii be back during the September break to do it. (that was first time we experienced murphy's law throughout the trip, and where we were stuck at the door of our destination). Following that, we began travelling down to Flinders Ranges in Adelaide, and when dark came, we had many visitors, known as the kangas of the wild. It seemed that the South Australia Kangaroos are attracted to lights, especially that of the car's head beams and many occasions we had to sway off the road to avoid them - they seemed to head straight for the light, in a daze. However, after our dinner at Hawker's Town, and with high morals, we had set off down the road. Not too far down, the other car came to a haul, and we got down to check. A mother kangaroo had apparently jumped in from the left and hit the hood of the car, and flew off towards the side of the road. That i had not known, if not i would not have approached. The first shock- seeing a huge kangaroo with its neck broken, lying dead on the side. The second shock - a baby joey still apparently breathing with its last breath, twitching momentarily from the pain. The third shock - the car's hood was smashed in (later we realized the radiator, the cooler and condenser were all beyond repair = it costs a whopping $1950 to fix it up).
In any case, we felt really bad about this, and some of us returned to bury the kangaroos. During that expedition, the car which had been left on to shine light on the area of burial, had slowly began to dim. One of my friends Aw pointed that oddness out, and the owner Kai went "Oh Shit" and...the battery died. Back at Hawker's Town, trying to solve the problem of the car and the route back as the car might not be able to function properly, we got that news, and that was when murphy visited us the second time.
In retrospection, if we had gone Kangaroo Island, we would have been playing with them and not murdering them. This incident certainly remains the highlight of the trip with its twisted end.
Anyway, we didnt ascend Flinders ranges, and the next best thing that we did after fixing up the car with DIY techniques, we proceeded to Mungo Desert that was a beauty in itself. From its dunes, to the sand ripples and the mini sand storms, it seemed that we had entered into another dimension all together. One of brown and grey and no longer green, with humans all over the place. With the departure of the second car that went back to Melbourne, we proceeded down to Sydney, then Wollongong. The highlight of the trip, the death of the Kangaroos seemed to have erased the Grampians trip in our minds. The greenery, the forestry and all the wood that simply died and regenerated through giving life to others. Maybe everything dies for a reason, and even murphy is right once in a while. From misfortune, things that we expect to go right that goes horribly wrong, we still gain an experience. Maybe things are not that bad anyhow.
Began the trip with our progression down the scenic melbourne Great ocean road, where after the turns and twists, i was prepared to vomit out whatever i had for breakie. None of us had slept the previous nite, i did catch maybe 20 winks and that was it, but we had a little guzzle of beer and so, emotionally we were a little high still. Met up with a couple of friends at Werribee, before journeying down the Great Ocean Road. It was indeed breathtaking, especially the shots, although like dodo birds, we sat on the edge of the cliff awaiting for the sun to descend so that we could get excellent shots of the would-be bathed in sun beams apostles and the tiny stretch of beach that accompanied them. (It was regrettably incredible when we discovered that a few days after our photo-taking, another of the stone marvels had crashed and burned).
With the first night coming to an end, we camped out at Grampians at Makenzie falls, and advice for the hardcore roadtripper- Never Never sleep in the car at night, it only gets colder inside. You're better off sleeping outdoors with the beautiful stars and snakes.
When daybreak arose, we discovered that everything was iced-over, and the weather the previous night had dipped below subzero. The people, such and me, whom had invested in a tropical blanket had the worse night and least sleep, where i awoke at around 415am, and started gathering firewood for our fireplace.
Following that, we ascended Wonderworld at the Grampians, where we walked off the beaten track, and ventured beyond. Finally after much bashing, we discovered that we had taken the opposite route of Wonderworld and had basically come full circle of the mountain range. We descended back down the popular route that was indeed breathtaking (even though it was the second time i had been up there).
The night was once again spent in the wild, although this time we were more cautious and built up tents and had kerosene lamps on to prevent stray animals.
With the dawn of the third day, we made our way to Kangaroo Island which we had wanted to explore. Upon realizing that it was 7 times bigger than Singapore, we decided that we'ii be back during the September break to do it. (that was first time we experienced murphy's law throughout the trip, and where we were stuck at the door of our destination). Following that, we began travelling down to Flinders Ranges in Adelaide, and when dark came, we had many visitors, known as the kangas of the wild. It seemed that the South Australia Kangaroos are attracted to lights, especially that of the car's head beams and many occasions we had to sway off the road to avoid them - they seemed to head straight for the light, in a daze. However, after our dinner at Hawker's Town, and with high morals, we had set off down the road. Not too far down, the other car came to a haul, and we got down to check. A mother kangaroo had apparently jumped in from the left and hit the hood of the car, and flew off towards the side of the road. That i had not known, if not i would not have approached. The first shock- seeing a huge kangaroo with its neck broken, lying dead on the side. The second shock - a baby joey still apparently breathing with its last breath, twitching momentarily from the pain. The third shock - the car's hood was smashed in (later we realized the radiator, the cooler and condenser were all beyond repair = it costs a whopping $1950 to fix it up).
In any case, we felt really bad about this, and some of us returned to bury the kangaroos. During that expedition, the car which had been left on to shine light on the area of burial, had slowly began to dim. One of my friends Aw pointed that oddness out, and the owner Kai went "Oh Shit" and...the battery died. Back at Hawker's Town, trying to solve the problem of the car and the route back as the car might not be able to function properly, we got that news, and that was when murphy visited us the second time.
In retrospection, if we had gone Kangaroo Island, we would have been playing with them and not murdering them. This incident certainly remains the highlight of the trip with its twisted end.
Anyway, we didnt ascend Flinders ranges, and the next best thing that we did after fixing up the car with DIY techniques, we proceeded to Mungo Desert that was a beauty in itself. From its dunes, to the sand ripples and the mini sand storms, it seemed that we had entered into another dimension all together. One of brown and grey and no longer green, with humans all over the place. With the departure of the second car that went back to Melbourne, we proceeded down to Sydney, then Wollongong. The highlight of the trip, the death of the Kangaroos seemed to have erased the Grampians trip in our minds. The greenery, the forestry and all the wood that simply died and regenerated through giving life to others. Maybe everything dies for a reason, and even murphy is right once in a while. From misfortune, things that we expect to go right that goes horribly wrong, we still gain an experience. Maybe things are not that bad anyhow.
5 May 2005
its a thoughtful observation that men find women more desireable when they are non-responsive.
even when they have everything they could possible want.
booze,
a loving woman.
a comfy seat.
play station.
good friends.
and the list goes on and on.
in my experience,
i've had this guy bug me over a couple of weeks to be my friend, and i really dont know what to think.
is it my appearance that his interested?
my wit?
the way i write?
basically it all boils down to one question,
men want women they desire and once they get them,
its after another skirt and bye bye to you.
why love then if its that easy?
had the most hilarious experience the other day when i went to class.
my teacher marion (whom i've mistaken for over half a semester as my old creative writing teacher) mentioned the idea that diaries are kept in the hopes of being read.
now now...
this was drawn from a literature text written and based on a dream of the OLD queen elizabeth.
The most interesting thing was that it seemed, power was the main attraction,
not looks, not articulation, not eloquence.
in the dream, elizabeth was a fragile old woman in petticoat.
now that's weird.
for me,
the notion of love remains simple,
where as many a person, rather one person has continually wonder why love cannot be defined,
is complicately forward.
love is when you feel you want to protect someone dear to you.
love is when you want to be with the person, where upon opening your eyes the first person to make you smile would be him.
then again.
love could be the devotion to one person just because you can.
even i sometimes dont understand this notion of love.
went clubbing the other day and there were a bunch of guys who were basically fluttering around anybody who responded to them.
now, i've decided to remain as sobber as possible from now on.
haha...
and there was this particular guy that struck me as perculiar.
why is it that after numerously telling him no, (my friends had to resort to pushing him across the dance floor and telling him no, but, well he doesnt get it)
he still chooses to pester us?
i simply do not understand the concept.
is it because of the rejection factor?
or has too many books warrant the notion that if you fight for what you want, eventually you would get it?
-_- thats farniely creepy but i wouldnt even go there with a five foot pole.
as of today,
after so long.
it seems that i can stop writing my journal.
after 6 long years or rather a lifetime.
all my fears, my darkest secrets, my loves and fancies.
no more needing to rely on a book that was written for an audience but would be banished forever into secrecy.
i want to stop writing it anyway.
because then i can fully live my life, outside the realm of literature, ideology and hope.
now practically living and loving oneself would be more important.
i've decided from today,
i'ii do as i please. which i seem to have forgotten over time,
over trying to give everything to the one i love.
then expecting something back no matter how minutely i convince myself its nature would be,
the fact is that expecting often only harms the relationship and myself in the process.
have a beautiful flower pot in my room that has blossomed lovely.
red with orange stripes...
pretty pretty.
even i feel happy when i see it.
now back to my PS....
even when they have everything they could possible want.
booze,
a loving woman.
a comfy seat.
play station.
good friends.
and the list goes on and on.
in my experience,
i've had this guy bug me over a couple of weeks to be my friend, and i really dont know what to think.
is it my appearance that his interested?
my wit?
the way i write?
basically it all boils down to one question,
men want women they desire and once they get them,
its after another skirt and bye bye to you.
why love then if its that easy?
had the most hilarious experience the other day when i went to class.
my teacher marion (whom i've mistaken for over half a semester as my old creative writing teacher) mentioned the idea that diaries are kept in the hopes of being read.
now now...
this was drawn from a literature text written and based on a dream of the OLD queen elizabeth.
The most interesting thing was that it seemed, power was the main attraction,
not looks, not articulation, not eloquence.
in the dream, elizabeth was a fragile old woman in petticoat.
now that's weird.
for me,
the notion of love remains simple,
where as many a person, rather one person has continually wonder why love cannot be defined,
is complicately forward.
love is when you feel you want to protect someone dear to you.
love is when you want to be with the person, where upon opening your eyes the first person to make you smile would be him.
then again.
love could be the devotion to one person just because you can.
even i sometimes dont understand this notion of love.
went clubbing the other day and there were a bunch of guys who were basically fluttering around anybody who responded to them.
now, i've decided to remain as sobber as possible from now on.
haha...
and there was this particular guy that struck me as perculiar.
why is it that after numerously telling him no, (my friends had to resort to pushing him across the dance floor and telling him no, but, well he doesnt get it)
he still chooses to pester us?
i simply do not understand the concept.
is it because of the rejection factor?
or has too many books warrant the notion that if you fight for what you want, eventually you would get it?
-_- thats farniely creepy but i wouldnt even go there with a five foot pole.
as of today,
after so long.
it seems that i can stop writing my journal.
after 6 long years or rather a lifetime.
all my fears, my darkest secrets, my loves and fancies.
no more needing to rely on a book that was written for an audience but would be banished forever into secrecy.
i want to stop writing it anyway.
because then i can fully live my life, outside the realm of literature, ideology and hope.
now practically living and loving oneself would be more important.
i've decided from today,
i'ii do as i please. which i seem to have forgotten over time,
over trying to give everything to the one i love.
then expecting something back no matter how minutely i convince myself its nature would be,
the fact is that expecting often only harms the relationship and myself in the process.
have a beautiful flower pot in my room that has blossomed lovely.
red with orange stripes...
pretty pretty.
even i feel happy when i see it.
now back to my PS....
28 April 2005
one thing i've learn is that time passes quickly when your having fun.
had the guys over yest, and well well well...they were a handful....
we had honey dew sago dessert (improv hor, so stop being so critical), and cake, which was banana, peanut butter and choco chip ^^.
i love baking now adays. its so therapeutical because just sometimes things in life dont go your way and then you'ii feel all frustrated and all.
Had lunch w a v lovely guy, Alwin.
you noe, you should not feel that way bout yourself and anything you feel is unwarranted.haha...look who is talking.
and seriously seriously,
i'm v sure that although we are alike in that area, and that you might feel the weight more as you age, there is nothing we can do about it but smile and face the world.
hope to see you smile as always cause smiling lights up your face.
then after the guys left, had alone time w my new dear.
^^ hours of entertainment, just not talking but communicating.
its almost like you're having the best conversation without speech.
Really works!
went to Words yest, and got myself a journal-book, that i have to follow for 40 days.
fulfilled for now.
no more whining, that was my new year resolution,
and no more wasted time.
like things would be, if we were fated we would be back together eventually.
for now, lets all just roam and venture out.
even to me, as much as i hate to admit it,
the grass is greener on the other side.
clinging on to you is the last thing i want to do anyway.
never considered myself weak.
kakaka.
it seems such a surreal transition. 6 years.
wow. i've known people who marry in under 2.
but then again,
each experience only makes us grow stronger, and i'm sure thats what he has installed for me.
no more procrastinating. i'm going to pursue my passion.
^^
writin an autobio.
that would prob take ages.
Things to do:
Yum-cha
visit gram
go Docklands again. Beautiful beautiful scenery.
go brighton.
go williamstown.
be satisfied with what i have already - thats aplenty.
prepare myself for the journey back home.
picnic before winter.
internship for sociol. -_- (who ever thought you had to do all the dirty work yourself?)
learn to cook more and more and more.
(would like to take some artsy sculpture classes again and nafa)
-_- plenty to do with my life.
so with what ever i have, i'ii give it one shot, then maybe life wouldnt seem so worthless.
i just need another week or 2 and i'ii recuperate.
out of my system.
out of my life.
had the guys over yest, and well well well...they were a handful....
we had honey dew sago dessert (improv hor, so stop being so critical), and cake, which was banana, peanut butter and choco chip ^^.
i love baking now adays. its so therapeutical because just sometimes things in life dont go your way and then you'ii feel all frustrated and all.
Had lunch w a v lovely guy, Alwin.
you noe, you should not feel that way bout yourself and anything you feel is unwarranted.haha...look who is talking.
and seriously seriously,
i'm v sure that although we are alike in that area, and that you might feel the weight more as you age, there is nothing we can do about it but smile and face the world.
hope to see you smile as always cause smiling lights up your face.
then after the guys left, had alone time w my new dear.
^^ hours of entertainment, just not talking but communicating.
its almost like you're having the best conversation without speech.
Really works!
went to Words yest, and got myself a journal-book, that i have to follow for 40 days.
fulfilled for now.
no more whining, that was my new year resolution,
and no more wasted time.
like things would be, if we were fated we would be back together eventually.
for now, lets all just roam and venture out.
even to me, as much as i hate to admit it,
the grass is greener on the other side.
clinging on to you is the last thing i want to do anyway.
never considered myself weak.
kakaka.
it seems such a surreal transition. 6 years.
wow. i've known people who marry in under 2.
but then again,
each experience only makes us grow stronger, and i'm sure thats what he has installed for me.
no more procrastinating. i'm going to pursue my passion.
^^
writin an autobio.
that would prob take ages.
Things to do:
Yum-cha
visit gram
go Docklands again. Beautiful beautiful scenery.
go brighton.
go williamstown.
be satisfied with what i have already - thats aplenty.
prepare myself for the journey back home.
picnic before winter.
internship for sociol. -_- (who ever thought you had to do all the dirty work yourself?)
learn to cook more and more and more.
(would like to take some artsy sculpture classes again and nafa)
-_- plenty to do with my life.
so with what ever i have, i'ii give it one shot, then maybe life wouldnt seem so worthless.
i just need another week or 2 and i'ii recuperate.
out of my system.
out of my life.
24 April 2005
watched leslie's last film: "inner sense".
talking about dealing with the inner demons that plague us.
somehow i find it seems scarely in relation to everything or everyone i noe.
guys gerls alike.
people acting up for no reason or rhyme.
trying to be normal and pass off as humans.
but actually we are very alien in our own skin.
in other words, we do not fit in well at all.
all we do is try to hide, to not let people know that within us,
we all hold a deep dark secret that has scarred us forever,
but that we cant let it get to us just because of the consequences.
for me, its probably in the arena of love.
but now. just now.
when you say no when i ask prettily,
although we've been together for 6,
and apart for 3 overseas.
my heart still breaks.
your on the chase.
hunting for your next victim.
just because you can,
and just because you desire.
and here i am all hung up still.
trying to fight it,
trying to fit into the society,
wearing the mask that i've torn from the coverings of my heart,
the very flesh that had preserved my sanity for so long.
not to hurt either of us again,
you out of guilt,
i out of pain.
i'ii leave.
the conventions of love are just so weak in rules,
and yet so complexed in its nature.
you say we have too much history,
our lives too interweave to leave us be,
that eventually if fate would have,
we would be together.
so be it.
i've tried many times to calm my heart,
to gain my sanity back.
and this time round,
will be like last time.
talking about dealing with the inner demons that plague us.
somehow i find it seems scarely in relation to everything or everyone i noe.
guys gerls alike.
people acting up for no reason or rhyme.
trying to be normal and pass off as humans.
but actually we are very alien in our own skin.
in other words, we do not fit in well at all.
all we do is try to hide, to not let people know that within us,
we all hold a deep dark secret that has scarred us forever,
but that we cant let it get to us just because of the consequences.
for me, its probably in the arena of love.
but now. just now.
when you say no when i ask prettily,
although we've been together for 6,
and apart for 3 overseas.
my heart still breaks.
your on the chase.
hunting for your next victim.
just because you can,
and just because you desire.
and here i am all hung up still.
trying to fight it,
trying to fit into the society,
wearing the mask that i've torn from the coverings of my heart,
the very flesh that had preserved my sanity for so long.
not to hurt either of us again,
you out of guilt,
i out of pain.
i'ii leave.
the conventions of love are just so weak in rules,
and yet so complexed in its nature.
you say we have too much history,
our lives too interweave to leave us be,
that eventually if fate would have,
we would be together.
so be it.
i've tried many times to calm my heart,
to gain my sanity back.
and this time round,
will be like last time.
25 June 2004
stamp & chop:
everything has its expiry date. just flip the newspaper and you would see above it, there would be a barcode, a date that defines its existence and its worth, all neatly typed in bold.
from potent tuna cans to meaningless novelty items, all tagged with a price tag and a date of expiry.
With a quick scan at the quicky mart, you would be able to find out the price for that branded steam iron you have longed to get, or the dishwashing liquid that you might prefer to buy in bulk. There is an expiry for everything you see and touch, as well as a value, if intrinsic.
Note the comercial for credit cards. Yes, the means that have driven our society to function on credits/debts. If you cant pay it, just take out a loan to pay off your debt, and at the end of the day, all your left with is a mortgaged car, house, dog. Everything that you own is bought on a loan, that is if your wealthy enough to pay all at one go. Note, even your wife owns half of your debts, whether thats for the better of worse, just like two heads are better then one. With the wife's entry into the economy in present day as observed through the prevalence of self-proclaiming independent women, life at home was meant to be easier. Unfortunately, things hardly improve for the average family. Instead, more things are signed and bought with the snap of a finger.
Yes. Even your relationship has a price tag and expiry date attached to it. When your courting, lavish affections must be spelved both ways, to maybe purchase that He & she lovers' outfit, or to even buy those flowers that you know would die tomorrow because of a stupid day and its even stupider customs. And get this. Women dig men who are ROMANTIC. That is the fashion of the season, or rather from eternity. Was watching Oprah the other day, (yes even i watch junk tv and cartoons...er...), what struck me as a reality check. Why do couples on tight budgets have rock star weddings when they can hardly afford. The fact is, if you blow on a woman, a lobster size lavish style treatment, she is expecting it EVERYDAY. And that's where value and expiry dates come in. No matter how much she LOVES you, if you stop the gifts coming, that's if you fall in the category above... the affection, romance, love will all cease together. its like a graph. Picture it. What goes up must come down, so in short, dont raise her hopes too high, but dont make her miserable either, or she would be saying, screw that dumb jerk of a man, i'm better off being a les or by myself. Such is the power of the new age women. We have something our parents might not have relish having. Freedom of choice. With a highflying education, although practically everybody is in university as i speak, things might not seem as hard as before, although with the economic situation...you never really know.
So the next time you pick up a can of sardines and think, hey, this is a cheap buy. Think again and LOOK at the expiry labels, dont just grab the first can off and happily head for the register. You never know that you'ii be happily suffering in the toilet over sardine poisoning.
everything has its expiry date. just flip the newspaper and you would see above it, there would be a barcode, a date that defines its existence and its worth, all neatly typed in bold.
from potent tuna cans to meaningless novelty items, all tagged with a price tag and a date of expiry.
With a quick scan at the quicky mart, you would be able to find out the price for that branded steam iron you have longed to get, or the dishwashing liquid that you might prefer to buy in bulk. There is an expiry for everything you see and touch, as well as a value, if intrinsic.
Note the comercial for credit cards. Yes, the means that have driven our society to function on credits/debts. If you cant pay it, just take out a loan to pay off your debt, and at the end of the day, all your left with is a mortgaged car, house, dog. Everything that you own is bought on a loan, that is if your wealthy enough to pay all at one go. Note, even your wife owns half of your debts, whether thats for the better of worse, just like two heads are better then one. With the wife's entry into the economy in present day as observed through the prevalence of self-proclaiming independent women, life at home was meant to be easier. Unfortunately, things hardly improve for the average family. Instead, more things are signed and bought with the snap of a finger.
Yes. Even your relationship has a price tag and expiry date attached to it. When your courting, lavish affections must be spelved both ways, to maybe purchase that He & she lovers' outfit, or to even buy those flowers that you know would die tomorrow because of a stupid day and its even stupider customs. And get this. Women dig men who are ROMANTIC. That is the fashion of the season, or rather from eternity. Was watching Oprah the other day, (yes even i watch junk tv and cartoons...er...), what struck me as a reality check. Why do couples on tight budgets have rock star weddings when they can hardly afford. The fact is, if you blow on a woman, a lobster size lavish style treatment, she is expecting it EVERYDAY. And that's where value and expiry dates come in. No matter how much she LOVES you, if you stop the gifts coming, that's if you fall in the category above... the affection, romance, love will all cease together. its like a graph. Picture it. What goes up must come down, so in short, dont raise her hopes too high, but dont make her miserable either, or she would be saying, screw that dumb jerk of a man, i'm better off being a les or by myself. Such is the power of the new age women. We have something our parents might not have relish having. Freedom of choice. With a highflying education, although practically everybody is in university as i speak, things might not seem as hard as before, although with the economic situation...you never really know.
So the next time you pick up a can of sardines and think, hey, this is a cheap buy. Think again and LOOK at the expiry labels, dont just grab the first can off and happily head for the register. You never know that you'ii be happily suffering in the toilet over sardine poisoning.
23 April 2004
forgive me father, for i have sinned...
the crimes of passion, one does in the name of love. Routing on the topic of what i would possibly develop into a full-fledge creative piece...stuck deep.
The plot that would unroll seems too deviant in nature to comprehend, even in the well-meaning crimo books. how can a psycho killer, murder women base on PAGE BY PAGE descriptions from what a murder-she-wrote writer enscript for a living? sighsy...
but the interesting idea that the book does bring up would be that relationships, even those between complete strangers, might be the most intimate one ever held. was musing on a piece called, "strange bed-fellows" or something...
The intriguing part would be, how you would wake up on a daily routine, seeing the same person next to you from a different angle you never noticed. 1. Cuddles up to Toys, 2. Doesnt brush teeth...or so on and so forth. Being able to have a camera-like intensive imaging of someone who you know like the back of your hand, pin-pointing with microscopic precision what exactly it is that makes them tick....that would be TRUE art.
Then there would be the stifling bits, where you would find this form of intimacy of a killing kind, something like a diease that knaws at your very being, the depths of your soul that tells you not to even considering being with the person, that tells you that eventually it might all go up in hot smoke. HOGwash. Strange bedfellows....yet stranger habits....with a mysteriously weird e-motional reaction....now, who's the strange one?
Analogue one:
She came into the room through the day-washed curtains as she gazed lovingly at her L-over. He looked so peaceful all cuddled up to the bolster, serene with his wispy hair flopping over a slightly crooked nose caused by an ancient fight. As she looked, her eyebrows furrowed as she pressed her lips tightly together. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, she quietly reminded herself as she fanned her flustered face with a free hand. He might not be the greatest personality you could find, but she knew that he had something inside, deep inside that might allow her to access him from. A platform or so. But for now....
- Really.... flowery english with a twist of lemon for spice...
Analogue 2:
She sat up in the bed and looked around the room with disgust. His room was in a worse state then what she had left it in a few hours prior to this. She swore as she swung a scrawny leg over the edge of the bed and into goo. Half-eaten pie on a plate. She swore loudly as she shoved the sleeping figure next to her. He barely moved, lost to the dead. There was a long pause, and then soft draws of stifled sniffles.
- and yes....the usual. He was NOT who she thought he would be, OR in this case, become.
Right.... SOoooo strange bedfellows might be a good idea to start with, but at this pt in time with my darn take home test to complete....this is hell of a lot of thought to be delving into. now...if you would excuse me, i need to return to mine. ^-^ "PooH Bear".
ZzzzzzzZZZZzzzzzz.....ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzz.....
the crimes of passion, one does in the name of love. Routing on the topic of what i would possibly develop into a full-fledge creative piece...stuck deep.
The plot that would unroll seems too deviant in nature to comprehend, even in the well-meaning crimo books. how can a psycho killer, murder women base on PAGE BY PAGE descriptions from what a murder-she-wrote writer enscript for a living? sighsy...
but the interesting idea that the book does bring up would be that relationships, even those between complete strangers, might be the most intimate one ever held. was musing on a piece called, "strange bed-fellows" or something...
The intriguing part would be, how you would wake up on a daily routine, seeing the same person next to you from a different angle you never noticed. 1. Cuddles up to Toys, 2. Doesnt brush teeth...or so on and so forth. Being able to have a camera-like intensive imaging of someone who you know like the back of your hand, pin-pointing with microscopic precision what exactly it is that makes them tick....that would be TRUE art.
Then there would be the stifling bits, where you would find this form of intimacy of a killing kind, something like a diease that knaws at your very being, the depths of your soul that tells you not to even considering being with the person, that tells you that eventually it might all go up in hot smoke. HOGwash. Strange bedfellows....yet stranger habits....with a mysteriously weird e-motional reaction....now, who's the strange one?
Analogue one:
She came into the room through the day-washed curtains as she gazed lovingly at her L-over. He looked so peaceful all cuddled up to the bolster, serene with his wispy hair flopping over a slightly crooked nose caused by an ancient fight. As she looked, her eyebrows furrowed as she pressed her lips tightly together. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, she quietly reminded herself as she fanned her flustered face with a free hand. He might not be the greatest personality you could find, but she knew that he had something inside, deep inside that might allow her to access him from. A platform or so. But for now....
- Really.... flowery english with a twist of lemon for spice...
Analogue 2:
She sat up in the bed and looked around the room with disgust. His room was in a worse state then what she had left it in a few hours prior to this. She swore as she swung a scrawny leg over the edge of the bed and into goo. Half-eaten pie on a plate. She swore loudly as she shoved the sleeping figure next to her. He barely moved, lost to the dead. There was a long pause, and then soft draws of stifled sniffles.
- and yes....the usual. He was NOT who she thought he would be, OR in this case, become.
Right.... SOoooo strange bedfellows might be a good idea to start with, but at this pt in time with my darn take home test to complete....this is hell of a lot of thought to be delving into. now...if you would excuse me, i need to return to mine. ^-^ "PooH Bear".
ZzzzzzzZZZZzzzzzz.....ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzz.....
10 April 2004
in theory....
had this drama-mama friend who tried to fool me into thinking i had manic depression...but seriously, i've done psychology for that little-list 7months, ...though on a basic level, and i dont think i could possibly be having a hyper-depression attack.
firstly, if i did, i wouldnt be here in melb, not in uni, not studying...but probably at home polishing my knife, ready to stick it into someone's back (in the physical sense mind you).
anyhow, went to see ah mei's concert...and man was she hot... she was clad in this red leather suit, and she looked like cat woman or something...one word, Fabulous! then, her usual act of the dance around the guy from the crowd, whose gf was watching in horror....she was really hot. even i thought she "steamed" up the room...
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she sang at last, "yuan lai ni she me dou bu xiang yao" at the end....and me and nat were like, WEEEEHWEEEeett!!
really, every bit of that miserable 49 bucks at the far end ulu seat was worth it. definitely worth it. you go girl.
had this drama-mama friend who tried to fool me into thinking i had manic depression...but seriously, i've done psychology for that little-list 7months, ...though on a basic level, and i dont think i could possibly be having a hyper-depression attack.
firstly, if i did, i wouldnt be here in melb, not in uni, not studying...but probably at home polishing my knife, ready to stick it into someone's back (in the physical sense mind you).
anyhow, went to see ah mei's concert...and man was she hot... she was clad in this red leather suit, and she looked like cat woman or something...one word, Fabulous! then, her usual act of the dance around the guy from the crowd, whose gf was watching in horror....she was really hot. even i thought she "steamed" up the room...
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she sang at last, "yuan lai ni she me dou bu xiang yao" at the end....and me and nat were like, WEEEEHWEEEeett!!
really, every bit of that miserable 49 bucks at the far end ulu seat was worth it. definitely worth it. you go girl.
9 April 2004
some people believe that taking photographs are the best hobbies in the world. Where there are those who use the camera eye to exploit their looks to earn an extra buck, for instance pornography, while other use photography in the asthetic sense...or so they claim (think steve chia).
But...why photographs? what happened to good ol' fashion sketching. Even if posing for the camera is a hobby, with digital camera making such a big break in the market, for 300 or less (cheap quality) to 500 and above(of a decent calibre), what exactly drives us to become so...trigger happy?
Shutterbugs, which...erhem, ive become one over the last year, have created a great clutter on my computer but not in my personal life. In fact, it improves the quality of it, where you would know that you have a "kodak moment" captured forever through the lenses of the "other", where you are at your most "nature".
Taking a photo, and having it digital altered can shave years off you, or having instant weight loss...making you look pretty, vibrant, things you might never have thought possible. All these having to be captured by the camera eye. Focus...zoom...and snap. As easily as that. 1,2,3.
As the saying goes, a picture paints a 1000 words, then whats real life about anymore? posing and frolicking back and fro to strike that irresistable pose? taking a snapshot over and over for a perfect imaging? Then, how nature would that be when the camera was meant for those, surprise moments,
or memorable ones? Then again, these pictures can be used in the future to remind you of how you looked once before...fond memories of sorts i reckon...but...who really cares about this? photos are photos, plain and simple. if you want to take a good one, go to a photo shop.
An example of this would be given by the photos taken by my ex-cafe boss, who takes his own pictures for the menus. yes...all those yummy food that we see in the menus, were taken soley by an unexperienced, amateur, balding man who seems to know nothing but business smarts. Who said, old dogs never learn?
Think that statement again.
Cheese anyone?
But...why photographs? what happened to good ol' fashion sketching. Even if posing for the camera is a hobby, with digital camera making such a big break in the market, for 300 or less (cheap quality) to 500 and above(of a decent calibre), what exactly drives us to become so...trigger happy?
Shutterbugs, which...erhem, ive become one over the last year, have created a great clutter on my computer but not in my personal life. In fact, it improves the quality of it, where you would know that you have a "kodak moment" captured forever through the lenses of the "other", where you are at your most "nature".
Taking a photo, and having it digital altered can shave years off you, or having instant weight loss...making you look pretty, vibrant, things you might never have thought possible. All these having to be captured by the camera eye. Focus...zoom...and snap. As easily as that. 1,2,3.
As the saying goes, a picture paints a 1000 words, then whats real life about anymore? posing and frolicking back and fro to strike that irresistable pose? taking a snapshot over and over for a perfect imaging? Then, how nature would that be when the camera was meant for those, surprise moments,
or memorable ones? Then again, these pictures can be used in the future to remind you of how you looked once before...fond memories of sorts i reckon...but...who really cares about this? photos are photos, plain and simple. if you want to take a good one, go to a photo shop.
An example of this would be given by the photos taken by my ex-cafe boss, who takes his own pictures for the menus. yes...all those yummy food that we see in the menus, were taken soley by an unexperienced, amateur, balding man who seems to know nothing but business smarts. Who said, old dogs never learn?
Think that statement again.
Cheese anyone?
30 March 2004
21 December 2003
"tears of a man represents stubborness, tears of a ghost means regeneration and love". - 2002 ghost story.
wldnt it be better if we are all cld be alwaz in love? =O.
not to force one another to compile through our own selfishness and for our desires?
but...its easy to say .
never easy to do.
food for thought?
wldnt it be better if we are all cld be alwaz in love? =O.
not to force one another to compile through our own selfishness and for our desires?
but...its easy to say .
never easy to do.
food for thought?
20 October 2003
all well ends well. everything has resumed to its normal pace, and all true friends stay as true friends shld stay. before you cock your head to the side and hurl vulgarities at the screen infrnt of u, i must apologize once again...i have an extremely short fuse tt doesnt take much to ignite...and yes, i'ii try to go for anger management incase i become one of those strange pple u see walking down the sidewalks in lygon, shuffling their feet and staring blankly straight ahead... yes.... i'ii try to curb my psychotic nature and impulses.
on a happy note, Australian idol is coming to an end soon...how sad. Rob got voted out todae...the one guy who has humor, personality and looks...ooowww.... but its not surprising frm the strange turn of events whenever mark opens his bloody mouth. hate that man reallie.... his such a dickhead. blah...anyhowz, paulini of coz got many sympathy votes frm women of all walks, where i was one of them, she deserved it reallie...=) she has a great great voice...but, oooooOOO i'm hoping, w fingers cross that guy wld win the competition. I ADORE GUY...his sooooo cute. hehe and his voice is soooo craig david! ahh *swoons* i love cosima too.... but....there's only one guy and tt is GUY GUY GUY! his cute hair reminds me of lenny krav....OOOooooo....
Another great reality tv i love, wld be SURVIVor. Therez the PEARL ISLEs one...and its so pirate-y...cool and all. They have like treasure boxes and all, and frm the beginning to the end, they have but one change of clothes w them...but reallie, i cant imagine their undies. ewww.... oooh and how abt the big and strong looking guy w the beard, R who looks so like a pirate, and Jon who looks like a joker/ jester...very pirate-like...
anyways...i have like 4 more essays, 2 more tests. then its back to home sweet home sg...=))))
on a happy note, Australian idol is coming to an end soon...how sad. Rob got voted out todae...the one guy who has humor, personality and looks...ooowww.... but its not surprising frm the strange turn of events whenever mark opens his bloody mouth. hate that man reallie.... his such a dickhead. blah...anyhowz, paulini of coz got many sympathy votes frm women of all walks, where i was one of them, she deserved it reallie...=) she has a great great voice...but, oooooOOO i'm hoping, w fingers cross that guy wld win the competition. I ADORE GUY...his sooooo cute. hehe and his voice is soooo craig david! ahh *swoons* i love cosima too.... but....there's only one guy and tt is GUY GUY GUY! his cute hair reminds me of lenny krav....OOOooooo....
Another great reality tv i love, wld be SURVIVor. Therez the PEARL ISLEs one...and its so pirate-y...cool and all. They have like treasure boxes and all, and frm the beginning to the end, they have but one change of clothes w them...but reallie, i cant imagine their undies. ewww.... oooh and how abt the big and strong looking guy w the beard, R who looks so like a pirate, and Jon who looks like a joker/ jester...very pirate-like...
anyways...i have like 4 more essays, 2 more tests. then its back to home sweet home sg...=))))
6 September 2003
if tmw never comes:
if i knew it would be the last time tt i'd see u fall asleep,
i would tuck you in more tightly and pray to the lord, ur soul to keep.
if i knew it wld be the last time i'ii see you walk out the door,
i would give you a hug and kiss and call u back for more.
if i knew it would be the last time i'd hear your voice and see your face,
i'ii videotape each word and action,
so i could play them back night and day.
if i knew it would be the last time i could spare an extra minute,
i would stop and say "i love you" and not assume that you noe what i truly mean.
if i knew it would be the last time,
i would be there to share your day,
i would give up everything else,
just to spend another day.
tmw is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
and today maybe the last chance to hold your loved ones tight.
so if you're waiting for tmw,
why not do it today?
for if tmw never comes,
you'ii only regret yesterday.
for all those hugs, smiles and kisses,
all those time to come,
yet you were too bz to grant tt someone,
what turned out to be their last wish.
so hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear and say,
tell them how much you love them and tt u'ii always hold them dear.
take time to say "i'm sorry", "pls forgive me" or just "its ok".
and if tmw never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
- anonymous
The two most precious words in life, i love you and i'm sorry must be used only when u truly feel its needed,
i've heard it a thousand times and maybe only once or twice were sincere.
so my dear friends and ill-fated lovers, who ever you are and whereever u are,
if you truly love and cherish someone,
pls put more heart and soul in expressing what you truly feel,
coz sometimes on the other receiving end,
the other person might be feeling just the same thing.
if i knew it would be the last time tt i'd see u fall asleep,
i would tuck you in more tightly and pray to the lord, ur soul to keep.
if i knew it wld be the last time i'ii see you walk out the door,
i would give you a hug and kiss and call u back for more.
if i knew it would be the last time i'd hear your voice and see your face,
i'ii videotape each word and action,
so i could play them back night and day.
if i knew it would be the last time i could spare an extra minute,
i would stop and say "i love you" and not assume that you noe what i truly mean.
if i knew it would be the last time,
i would be there to share your day,
i would give up everything else,
just to spend another day.
tmw is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
and today maybe the last chance to hold your loved ones tight.
so if you're waiting for tmw,
why not do it today?
for if tmw never comes,
you'ii only regret yesterday.
for all those hugs, smiles and kisses,
all those time to come,
yet you were too bz to grant tt someone,
what turned out to be their last wish.
so hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear and say,
tell them how much you love them and tt u'ii always hold them dear.
take time to say "i'm sorry", "pls forgive me" or just "its ok".
and if tmw never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
- anonymous
The two most precious words in life, i love you and i'm sorry must be used only when u truly feel its needed,
i've heard it a thousand times and maybe only once or twice were sincere.
so my dear friends and ill-fated lovers, who ever you are and whereever u are,
if you truly love and cherish someone,
pls put more heart and soul in expressing what you truly feel,
coz sometimes on the other receiving end,
the other person might be feeling just the same thing.
25 August 2003
"thats why you women are illogical". this sweeping statement that was remarked by somebody struck a raw nerve in me. Who was he to say that we are illogical...well we tend to overly react emotionally at times, but seriously, sometimes it makes me think that maybe we are the sensible ones. For instance, my brother, he believes that the world revolves round him, without thinking about the future, he spent 2 mths allowance at one go...his constantly broke, regardless of the fact that he has a part time job, and his grocery shopping( including the shopping itself) are done by me and G, not him, never him, never will be him.
The strangest thing is, both of us were never spoilt rotten from young by our aunties, other wise known as philippino maids, or that we were allowed to have our way, in fact we had a rather strict upbringing. What happened along the way that could have resulted in two completely different kids, mutated from the "norm" that our parents would like us to become? - quiet, studious, nerdy...
My brother is one of the most irritating, in my POV, and the most egoistic guy who believes that i owe my life to him. Really, if i had the chance i would like to move out, but having bugger and G only makes living with him more bearable, coz his more or less invisible to me... guess i should stop bitching but reallie if u said tt women are illogical becoz they squeal when they see soft furry animals, or go mushy when they see their favourite designer clothes,...take a look at the men.
They sit infront of the telly, with a booze or a beer (generalizing...some big fat bloke as seen as the typical male), snoring in rhythm with the statics on the already dated programmes. Logic...was never my best subject but, i can be logical as long as i keep my mind clear and think straight, but for now *hiccup* i'm feelinggggggg jusssst finnnnneee....
*hic hic*
The strangest thing is, both of us were never spoilt rotten from young by our aunties, other wise known as philippino maids, or that we were allowed to have our way, in fact we had a rather strict upbringing. What happened along the way that could have resulted in two completely different kids, mutated from the "norm" that our parents would like us to become? - quiet, studious, nerdy...
My brother is one of the most irritating, in my POV, and the most egoistic guy who believes that i owe my life to him. Really, if i had the chance i would like to move out, but having bugger and G only makes living with him more bearable, coz his more or less invisible to me... guess i should stop bitching but reallie if u said tt women are illogical becoz they squeal when they see soft furry animals, or go mushy when they see their favourite designer clothes,...take a look at the men.
They sit infront of the telly, with a booze or a beer (generalizing...some big fat bloke as seen as the typical male), snoring in rhythm with the statics on the already dated programmes. Logic...was never my best subject but, i can be logical as long as i keep my mind clear and think straight, but for now *hiccup* i'm feelinggggggg jusssst finnnnneee....
*hic hic*
29 July 2003
Transition Zone: culture-nots.
Attended my first lesson of trans-cultural and i had my first experience of a gripping sense of righteousness. Damn right. The blacks have been oppressed for eons and the stigma they shoulder remains undiminished. When would they be able to become an intergrated part of white society? Then comes another pressing question. Why must they be part of that society? The truth is that the blacks have set up their own area, which in many movies that i have watched are called the ghettos, which really isn't very flattering. However, these hard- working people, whose dilligence goes back as far as their en-slaved ancestors, hardly get any recognition at all. These non-white people try their best and although i'm sure the whites have tried to assimilate and accept them, there are still certain forms of prejudice that remain. Life doesn't get any better. Yet, sometimes these prejudices aren't what we want in the first place. They come almost naturally, observed through sight and sounds. Being Asian, somehow i might not be right to comment about these kinds of issues which could be a tad bit touchy, yet, everyone has a right don't they?
Australians are relatively friendly where some are really nice, coming up to you to say hi and all. Yet, some are generally nasty, where i had an experience of getting punched by an elderly lady, though my mom believes that that's purely accidental. Take things with a pinch of salt, or so that's what she says. Race is a touchy subject where even if i refuse to touch it with a 5 foot pole (coated from JESUS in South Park) other people would have much to say. For now, life has been good, no mugging, no getting beaten up in the middle of the road... hope all well ends well...
Attended my first lesson of trans-cultural and i had my first experience of a gripping sense of righteousness. Damn right. The blacks have been oppressed for eons and the stigma they shoulder remains undiminished. When would they be able to become an intergrated part of white society? Then comes another pressing question. Why must they be part of that society? The truth is that the blacks have set up their own area, which in many movies that i have watched are called the ghettos, which really isn't very flattering. However, these hard- working people, whose dilligence goes back as far as their en-slaved ancestors, hardly get any recognition at all. These non-white people try their best and although i'm sure the whites have tried to assimilate and accept them, there are still certain forms of prejudice that remain. Life doesn't get any better. Yet, sometimes these prejudices aren't what we want in the first place. They come almost naturally, observed through sight and sounds. Being Asian, somehow i might not be right to comment about these kinds of issues which could be a tad bit touchy, yet, everyone has a right don't they?
Australians are relatively friendly where some are really nice, coming up to you to say hi and all. Yet, some are generally nasty, where i had an experience of getting punched by an elderly lady, though my mom believes that that's purely accidental. Take things with a pinch of salt, or so that's what she says. Race is a touchy subject where even if i refuse to touch it with a 5 foot pole (coated from JESUS in South Park) other people would have much to say. For now, life has been good, no mugging, no getting beaten up in the middle of the road... hope all well ends well...
Bloke- erette
Had a read of THE AGE today, and there was a really interesting article on whether men should or should not wear accessories aka jewelleries. The fact would be that even men would like to be able to doll themselves up nice and pretty. These days, a walk down the streets, in the classroom, and work, most men no longer smell like an old locker room or a smelly sock. Instead, they have transformed into perfumed diffusers. Really. Go up to the nearest guy and take a good whiff. No stink. No manly smell. For me, a good smelling man would definitely get into my good books.
Imagine this scenario. A man whom i find myself very much attracted to comes up to me and says, hi would you like to go out for dinner? A quick whiff of that after-smell of onions and beef that he remained in his breath would kill any possible potential of a date. Nowadays, men carry tissues, blotters, breath mints and even lip-balm. It's true that men should indeed get in touch with their femine side, but really, blokes, don't overdo it.
One of my friends recently remarked on the use of estrogens about aquarians ( a nice way to put things, with no prejudice) who actually inject themselves with these female inducing hormones in order to grow...of all things, breasts. Seriously, i do understand and sympathize the fact that unfortunately we have fixed genders which have been enforced since the day we were born. However, the issue of the day revolves around the fact that despite whatever we do, there comes a point where we have to make a choice in an almost impossible situation, where for instance, you believe you are more femine then bloke-ish. Then, that's a choice between society and yourself. A tough one to make if i would say so.
Personally, i think, the freedom to choice one's sexuality without prejudice is a human right to start with, though i have to agree that there is a certain amount of pre-conceptions that have been formed eons ago that are hard to correct. I've heard from my friends before how army guys have to be protected from the growing number of "she-males" in the army. Infact, they are given the privilege of having a clerk job, in an air-con room, where they need not fret about the possiblities of worrying about getting a nasty sun-burn, or being harrassed over their sexuality. There are certain positive points too, their assigned jobs provides opportunities to know more like-minded people. Nothing more in a day's work.
These people too have their rights. If they are abused by hetrosexuals, they can sue them for over-stepping their social and private boundaries, for disrespecting their rights as individuals. The truth is that these tax- paying members of society, whom like us all, have much more rights and says then we do, if...of course, they know the rules, and they decide to step out of the closet and into the open world.
Life really isn't that bad even if your different. At least, you know they all suck.
Had a read of THE AGE today, and there was a really interesting article on whether men should or should not wear accessories aka jewelleries. The fact would be that even men would like to be able to doll themselves up nice and pretty. These days, a walk down the streets, in the classroom, and work, most men no longer smell like an old locker room or a smelly sock. Instead, they have transformed into perfumed diffusers. Really. Go up to the nearest guy and take a good whiff. No stink. No manly smell. For me, a good smelling man would definitely get into my good books.
Imagine this scenario. A man whom i find myself very much attracted to comes up to me and says, hi would you like to go out for dinner? A quick whiff of that after-smell of onions and beef that he remained in his breath would kill any possible potential of a date. Nowadays, men carry tissues, blotters, breath mints and even lip-balm. It's true that men should indeed get in touch with their femine side, but really, blokes, don't overdo it.
One of my friends recently remarked on the use of estrogens about aquarians ( a nice way to put things, with no prejudice) who actually inject themselves with these female inducing hormones in order to grow...of all things, breasts. Seriously, i do understand and sympathize the fact that unfortunately we have fixed genders which have been enforced since the day we were born. However, the issue of the day revolves around the fact that despite whatever we do, there comes a point where we have to make a choice in an almost impossible situation, where for instance, you believe you are more femine then bloke-ish. Then, that's a choice between society and yourself. A tough one to make if i would say so.
Personally, i think, the freedom to choice one's sexuality without prejudice is a human right to start with, though i have to agree that there is a certain amount of pre-conceptions that have been formed eons ago that are hard to correct. I've heard from my friends before how army guys have to be protected from the growing number of "she-males" in the army. Infact, they are given the privilege of having a clerk job, in an air-con room, where they need not fret about the possiblities of worrying about getting a nasty sun-burn, or being harrassed over their sexuality. There are certain positive points too, their assigned jobs provides opportunities to know more like-minded people. Nothing more in a day's work.
These people too have their rights. If they are abused by hetrosexuals, they can sue them for over-stepping their social and private boundaries, for disrespecting their rights as individuals. The truth is that these tax- paying members of society, whom like us all, have much more rights and says then we do, if...of course, they know the rules, and they decide to step out of the closet and into the open world.
Life really isn't that bad even if your different. At least, you know they all suck.
20 June 2003
Watching the big bugged eyes of my dad's prized pet as it effortlessly swims around the tank, staring in wonder at everything that floats past it. Surprise, surprise. Welcome to the world of fishes. Had a converstation with my friend P, and i realized that this wasnt just one of those obsessions that most men have, it was more of a companion issue.
Guess, the conflict between the image of the fussy and warm pet has become yesterday's dream pet. No more dog's breathe, no more meowing from the cats...just the silent stares from the fishes trapped within their tanks. It just makes me wonder, if we had gills, would we enjoy living in a tank that much? Talk about a watery death.
any'o hows, i figured that in anycase, having a fish might appeal more to guys then to women. i personally dont like fish that much, although i did find "finding Nemo" extremely sweet. Really, i don't long for the company of a scalely and slimey partner whom can never spend quality with me without dying while breathing the same air as me. For now, all i long for is a little puppy. Yes...a warm, cuddly puppy...
Guess, the conflict between the image of the fussy and warm pet has become yesterday's dream pet. No more dog's breathe, no more meowing from the cats...just the silent stares from the fishes trapped within their tanks. It just makes me wonder, if we had gills, would we enjoy living in a tank that much? Talk about a watery death.
any'o hows, i figured that in anycase, having a fish might appeal more to guys then to women. i personally dont like fish that much, although i did find "finding Nemo" extremely sweet. Really, i don't long for the company of a scalely and slimey partner whom can never spend quality with me without dying while breathing the same air as me. For now, all i long for is a little puppy. Yes...a warm, cuddly puppy...
31 May 2003
~Beauty of a Woman~
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman Is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman
With passing years -- only grows.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman Is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman
With passing years -- only grows.
30 May 2003
i truly enjoyed the matrix despite of what other pple think. was having a hot debate with my brother the other day about the matrix reloaded, and it really did surprise me that despite our different viewpoints about everything else, we were quite similar in the way, we think really Out of the box. Too out sometimes.
It just seemed weird that, we rarely spent time talking, only screaming at each other when we want something done. As far as i could remember, it had always been that way. never changing. Guess that's because, we were after all siblings.
Its been awhile since i last updated my blog, but that's cause i was busy trying to do at least one of my assignments. Just wondered why would anybody you considered a friend would give you the royal screw over something you didn't do, or infact, have never done to harm that person before? What can I say, I'm feeling vulnerable at this moment. Thinking of the story line I should adopt for my story, wondering if the one i am using now is really going to make the difference.
But for now... The other day, both me and S were communicating via email with our teacher, W, and ...I must say, i totally freaked when she asked for mcs. I spent the better half of a sleepless morning, (incase, you don't know, i wake up only in the wee hours of the day...like 5-6? maybe, try 10pm?), freaking out. You know, one of those days when you panic over virtually nothing. After that, we tried to track down the supposed chicken rice that wasn't there, or rather, we really didn't know where it was. Well...how many old ladies do you see selling chicken rice in a street filled with cafes?
Went for a joy ride the other day, and me and my friend, we went to box hill to eat dinner. Or rather, i sat there and watched him eat. Have you ever wondered why some people feel the need to dish out compliments like an appetizer to a meal, or ...maybe with the sole belief that it really makes the person feel better? I don't know how other people feel, but to me, flattery really doesn't make my books. Just feel it's so fake. Well...maybe one or two compliments would be fine, but when it becomes excessive, when is it the point to stop dishing out these nice sounding, heart-tearing comments? Especially when the person on the receiving end, do not feel the same way. By forcing them to accept and acknowledge, it makes them feel all the worse. Like for instance, insisting that you are right? and the person is wrong really makes the difference.
The semester is coming to an end, and I haven't really come to a complete decision about my studies. As Li always says, there's no two way street, as in, you can't always want to do something and suddenly desire to do something else. But, is'nt it better if you have the ability to do both, maybe not equally well, but the experience in itself might be worth the challenge. The moment of doing the things that you are interested in. Thinking of whether I should do a major in English or creative writing, and whether I should do cinema studies or history, still largely undecided. For the music study, the problem of course goes more to the need to stay here for 5 years as opposed to the inital 3 years. Makes all the difference, ya know.
On a happier note, as soon as i finish my assignments i would be homeward bound. Back to Singapore. Back to the island of the munkins in the city of the green. All the happy little people busking in the sun, sweating profusely. That is life isn't it? Love the weather here. Cold though sometimes too cold that I shiver. Was complaining to pooh just now, blah... someone has issues that he might need a tissue soon...Just as soon as I slap him. Well, I have hot air in me, fuming and all. Talking normally doesn't do much harm does it. But not when I'm being blamed for something I haven't commit. It's like being issued a parking fine when I don't even own a car. Tough luck, but you just got to bear with it. The pressures on. Got to get back to my work asap. Well...that is ...of course I would *cross fingers*
To all the happy people returning back to sunny singapore, happy eating and meeting. For the other happy people here, in mellyland, happy spending every moment slacked, slacking, you slackers. =)
It just seemed weird that, we rarely spent time talking, only screaming at each other when we want something done. As far as i could remember, it had always been that way. never changing. Guess that's because, we were after all siblings.
Its been awhile since i last updated my blog, but that's cause i was busy trying to do at least one of my assignments. Just wondered why would anybody you considered a friend would give you the royal screw over something you didn't do, or infact, have never done to harm that person before? What can I say, I'm feeling vulnerable at this moment. Thinking of the story line I should adopt for my story, wondering if the one i am using now is really going to make the difference.
But for now... The other day, both me and S were communicating via email with our teacher, W, and ...I must say, i totally freaked when she asked for mcs. I spent the better half of a sleepless morning, (incase, you don't know, i wake up only in the wee hours of the day...like 5-6? maybe, try 10pm?), freaking out. You know, one of those days when you panic over virtually nothing. After that, we tried to track down the supposed chicken rice that wasn't there, or rather, we really didn't know where it was. Well...how many old ladies do you see selling chicken rice in a street filled with cafes?
Went for a joy ride the other day, and me and my friend, we went to box hill to eat dinner. Or rather, i sat there and watched him eat. Have you ever wondered why some people feel the need to dish out compliments like an appetizer to a meal, or ...maybe with the sole belief that it really makes the person feel better? I don't know how other people feel, but to me, flattery really doesn't make my books. Just feel it's so fake. Well...maybe one or two compliments would be fine, but when it becomes excessive, when is it the point to stop dishing out these nice sounding, heart-tearing comments? Especially when the person on the receiving end, do not feel the same way. By forcing them to accept and acknowledge, it makes them feel all the worse. Like for instance, insisting that you are right? and the person is wrong really makes the difference.
The semester is coming to an end, and I haven't really come to a complete decision about my studies. As Li always says, there's no two way street, as in, you can't always want to do something and suddenly desire to do something else. But, is'nt it better if you have the ability to do both, maybe not equally well, but the experience in itself might be worth the challenge. The moment of doing the things that you are interested in. Thinking of whether I should do a major in English or creative writing, and whether I should do cinema studies or history, still largely undecided. For the music study, the problem of course goes more to the need to stay here for 5 years as opposed to the inital 3 years. Makes all the difference, ya know.
On a happier note, as soon as i finish my assignments i would be homeward bound. Back to Singapore. Back to the island of the munkins in the city of the green. All the happy little people busking in the sun, sweating profusely. That is life isn't it? Love the weather here. Cold though sometimes too cold that I shiver. Was complaining to pooh just now, blah... someone has issues that he might need a tissue soon...Just as soon as I slap him. Well, I have hot air in me, fuming and all. Talking normally doesn't do much harm does it. But not when I'm being blamed for something I haven't commit. It's like being issued a parking fine when I don't even own a car. Tough luck, but you just got to bear with it. The pressures on. Got to get back to my work asap. Well...that is ...of course I would *cross fingers*
To all the happy people returning back to sunny singapore, happy eating and meeting. For the other happy people here, in mellyland, happy spending every moment slacked, slacking, you slackers. =)
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