Thursday, September 2, 2010

As most such lines eventually do diverge, I wonder if there will be a day when these two parallel lines meet.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

We have to commit a mistake to know that it is a mistake. If we didn't go ahead to do it, we'll go through life wondering whether it really was a mistake or the door to an entirely new world. So if you ever regret a decision, just be glad that you know for sure that it is a mistake and not an unopened pot of gold.

Thursday, July 29, 2010


I throw my hands up in the air sometimes
Saying AYO
Gotta let go
I wanna celebrate and live my life
Saying AYO
Baby, let's go

Quite cute hor. Hahahaa

Okay counting down from 4 days! Hope I finally get to do the things I want to do after I'm free from the chains of cheap labour.

Damn tired. Shall sleep in 7 minutes.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

On nicknames and affectionate terms

Nicknames are also known as meaningful replacements for birth names we give to friends in an attempt to bridge the distance between individuals. It also represents the desire to be closer to someone.

Nicknames can also be names we give ourselves because our birth names are FML-worthy, or it could be a result of this desire to break out of who we innately are.

So which category do you belong to?

It doesn't matter though, because this post is not about the deep psychological link between inter/intra personal relationships and nicknames. It's much more superficial than that. It's about the type of nicknames people adopt and the first impressions that people have of them as a consequence. (Or, I despise you because you named yourself 'Angelababy'.)

The choosing of a nickname tells a lot about yourself. I regret to say this but years ago I was (at one time) a 'hiieexx omgzxxx i amzzz boredzzz' sms-er, and (at another very short period of time, like one day) a Japanese accent mimicking, (for 2 years or so) cutesy-pose neoprint addict. As a consequence of this past self, I'm stuck with a hotmail address that I really hesitate to give out now. (How do you run away from your past?!)

Well I do have other less embarrassing e-mail addresses now but it's too much trouble to import contact lists and tell the whole world who you are and so on.

Well anyway, I had this classmate in secondary school whom I had always thought was cool. She's pretty but has this heck-care boyish style that I really admired. And then she moved on to school, leeched on to a boyfriend and changed her FB name to "(some 'cute' fruit that I shouldn't name) (surname)". I was this tiny bit away from fainting when I saw it.

And I remember on the very first day of Biz Law tutorial back in sem 1, some guy introduced himself as 'Apple' and I believe I cringed. Badly.

Ditto whenever I watch 'Wo Cai' on Channel U. I think I'm down with some chronic dislike for over-aged cute. I have no issues with cute kids and animals but I think when you hit fifteen, cute is no longer a prerogative. Cute, when attached to a very non-cute you, becomes gag-worthy.

Cute is so overrated.

Friday, June 11, 2010


Depressing stories in the news every morning. The world needs more sunshine!

I just haven't met you yet

I'm not surprised, not everything lasts
I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track
Talk myself in, I talk myself out
I get all worked up, then I let myself down

I might have to wait, I'll never give up
I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck
Wherever you are, whenever it's right
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life

Michael Buble

Two Seas

Another one by Dr James Dobson!

Geography can sometimes teach us valuable lessons about human nature. There are two bodies of water within the borders of the nation of Israel, both supplied by the Jordan River. The Sea of Galilee in the north is fresh and is abundant with life. Surrounding it is lush vegetation of every kind and birds build their nests along its banks. Children are often seen playing along its shores. But not far away in the southern region of Israel is another sea that is dark and devoid of life. Very little vegetation even grows along its banks. It's called the Dead Sea for a very good reason.

What's the difference between these two bodies of water? Well for every bit of moisture that flows into the Sea of Galilee, another flows out. The receiving and giving go on in equal measure. But the Dead Sea lies at the end of the Jordan River and every drop it gets, it keeps. It is therefore stagnant and polluted.

It seems to me that people are like these two seas in Israel. Some are generous with the blessings they've been given, and their lives are fresh and abundant and meaningful. But others are selfish and they tend to become stagnant with the passage of time. Indeed it's been said, there are two kinds of peopl ein the world: The takers and the givers. The takers eat well, but the givers sleep well.

Facing the Winter

Came across this wonderful article in a Today column. It's both a beautiful piece of poetry and marriage inspiration. (Well as I'm happily unmarried, it touched me more in the former sense.)

By Dr James Dobson

My mother and father were married for 43 years in one of the most beautiful, loving relationships the world has ever seen. When my mum turned 50, my father was beginning to think about the passage of time. And he wrote a wonderful poem on that day that he called, simply, Your Birthday. This is what he said:

The whole world singing, now that Spring has come.
I saw a robin in the morning sun.
Among the pale green leaves and bursting buds, I heard His talk.
But it is Autumn, where we walk.

'Tis true for us, the Summer too is gone.
Now, whiplash winds arise, and further on
the ice and sleet and cold and grim assault to pierce us through.
Does Fall in Spring-time frighten you?

Impotent shines the April sun so fair,
to melt the wisps of frost within your hair.
My dear I know you feel the threatening gloom,
but I'm with you and hand in hand, we'll face the winter too.

The winter did come for this man and woman, and they're now both gone. But my dad kept his promise and they faced those difficult years together. Even the ageing process is easier, when it's experienced in the context of love.


Interesting concept!


Thursday, June 10, 2010

Wednesday, June 9, 2010


Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Retro Tuesday Playlist

"Rich people always get away and we poor keep fighting until we die." (Hamida Bi, 2010)

The 1984 Bhopal gas disaster left up to 10,000 people dead in the first three days, and an estimated 25,000 more over the next 10 years from the after-effects.

Full story

On scrutinizing chinese lyrics



Lyrics like that can easily win Mr. Fang the best lyricist award. But why does he have to go on?

(Don't you have friends?)

(This is just cheesy.)


(This is a failure of an example for writing imagery.)

路多分岔 我一样找到你呀
(Just screams cheesy.)

But ultimately here's a lesson all guys should learn:


I have no idea how to translate this so for those who don't understand, go ask your friends. It loosely translates as don't seduce girls who do not belong to you. Has more oomph in chinese.

Enjoy the song!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Wall paintings

Vandalism adds colour, creativity and inspiration to an otherwise dull and overly uniform city, the lion city.


Money is not the root of evil

Humanity is.

Money is ultimately an inanimate object. How can it be evil? Why do we blame our earthly desires and immoral thoughts on something that didn't, and can never, even do anything?

Some say all human beings are born good and kind. I beg to differ. I say that most human beings are born evil and selfish. The knowledge and desire to do good is cultivated through learning and epiphanies. They do not come included in the stork's bundle.

When we were born, we did not know love beyond love for ourselves. We were selfish little bastards and bitches who wailed at every bit of discomfort and dissatisfaction. We scream when we are hungry, not caring about whether our mothers have already eaten. We shriek when we're annoyed that there is noise in the background and we can't sleep.

As infants and toddlers, how many innately (the keyword is innately) care that our wailing is causing others a whole lot of discomfort and inconvenience. And if we don't, how can those dumbass philosophers say that we are born good and kind?

Some say that the innocence of children is precious but innocence is an excuse for and immaturity. Innocence can be loosely translated as the inability to consciously harm people. I doubt that children are so saintly that they refuse to consciously harm people. It's just that they are not smart and powerful enough to do so. I think we should not give credit to those who have no choice but to remain harmless. Instead, we should give praise to those who have the ability to crush the world with their thumb but choose to do good with that power, like Oprah Winfrey, Ellen Degeneres and Obama.

We were all born innocent, and at the same time immature. Though some (like annoying aunt) remain immature, most of us learn to be more socially and morally aware. Cynics call this act of learning and adapting hypocrisy but I call it the journey to being a better and bigger person. When people tell you something that is against your values, shut up and listen. Maybe someone can say something that will change your perception forever. And at the same time, you learn to be more accepting of people who are different.

So where does hypocrisy come in? Most of us, though we don't show our disagreement to the person whom we first talk to about the matter, will go to a third person to re-evalute (or rather, gossip) about the same matter. This time without having to deal with the sensitivity from the person who is directly involved, our opinions get more emotionally-fueled and stronger words are used. To the layman, this is the distasteful act of gossiping. But in fact, this is a learning experience, the process of coming up with five other angles to look at the same topic.

Innocence is not the basis of doing good. Innocence is almost equivalent to ignorance. Wisdom, and the ability to remain good in the face of evil, is the true nirvana.

What the fish

A little known fact about me: I have a perverse love for fish.

I haven't given this much thought until lately (i.e. today). As I stood in front of the aquarium in Suntec City just hours ago, oohing and aahing over the pretty fish, I realised it's quite sick to find something cute and pretty and, at the same time, feel like eating it.

Can you imagine it?

"Oooh, that puppy is so cute. I want to eat it!"

"Taeyeon is so pretty. She must be delicious."

That is just wrong.

(Honestly, I can't remember how Taeyeon of SNSD looks like. It's just that everyone is so obsessed with her, it seems appropriate to use her as an example.)

Somehow I find this fish particularly endearing. And interesting. Maybe it has to do with the way said fish's mouth is perpetually in that pouty shape. Kinda reminds me of someone. (Michelle *cough* Mak)
And the colours of this fish is just damn cool. Looks like Batman's pet, no?

This picture has no significance. I just thought it looked nice.
Nothing wrong being fascinated with fish. But the problem comes in when you eat Aston's grilled fish with herbs right after that:

And Aston's at Suntec ran out of baked potatoes! How could they? It is unacceptable that they did not have a year's supply stashed in their store!

And for the very first time in the history of my dining in Aston's, the food arrived before the consumer did. I took this while waiting for lunch buddy.
Took a lot of willpower to not 'kope.'

Now that lunch's over, I'm sitting in Starbucks (again), drinking Mocha frap (yet again) and watching the rain.

I'm fully appreciating the little joys of life today: watching fish swim back and forth, blogging in my favourite coffee place and admiring the way the 'prepubescent' (okay maybe young would be a better word) trees sway to the light breeze and the way little puddles of rain are forming on the tiled floor.
3 more hours to while away before I'm due for my dinner appointment!

My 7th June 2010

It's 12:31 AM, one hour and thirty minutes past my bed time, and my hair is still wet. It's almost like a punishment for my unwillingness to hop into the bathroom.

So while I wait for my hair to dry out because I'm just too lazy to pick up a hair dryer, I shall blog the conventional way- blogging about my day.

Today I read a chapter from the networking book that Good Aunt lent me. I learnt that it doesn't matter what story you're telling. What matters more is the way you tell the story. So let me tell you the story of my 7th June 2010. (I had to check the year to be sure. After year 2000, somehow every year seems to be the same and I just lost track.)

7th June 2010. What a special day! It's special because this day will most certainly not come again until apocalypse hits and the entire system of space and time that we know of has to be 're-formatted'. Ditto 8th June 2010, 9th June 2010 and especially 10th June 2010 which is the roomie's birthday. Not that this paragraph has any significance. It's more of a timely reminder to those who -lord forbid!- have forgotten the princess' birthday.

I realised I tend to exaggerate a little when I write and the roomie sort of sounds larger than life. I never meant to make her sound eccentric but she's really the second cutest person I've met. (The first being Miss Cheryl Hanbaobao-Lim.)

Crap! I realised I was supposed to be talking about my day and not my roomie and hall neighbour. That's me- the digresser. I get so carried away sometimes. One thing leads to another and after 5 minutes, I realised my current topic is no longer relevant to the topic I started out on. And the word 'carried' just reminds me of Carrie Bradshaw. SATC anyone?

Anyway, I slept in today. It's a guilty pleasure- and I mean it. Pleasurable because I've had 3 out of 5 days of 9 AM classes last sem and it just sucks to crawl out of bed when it's cool and comfy and it feels like overnight you've fused together with your blanket and sheets... Well guilty because I've always had something against wasting the morning away.

Hey this is getting boring. How do people blog about what they did for the day? I expect no one will actually read this because it's long, draggy and boring but I'm still going to continue because I'm going to finish what I started! (See, I'm demonstrating strength of character.)

Had FOC programming subcomm meeting and OMG CRAP I forgot about something I was supposed to do. Can't finish this experimental post- good riddance!- better finish up proper work.

Till the next time!