So much for Facebook.


I signed up, really I did. You might have already added me as a friend, even.

But just one day after signing up, a huge problem occurred. Huge, huge, huge.
I can't log in.

Okay, so I might have forgotten my password. Big deal. Just reset it right? Wrong. Everytime i try to reset it, it says my email is unregistered. But if my email is unregistered, how can facebook be sending me all my alerts regarding friends being added and all that?



Gaaahhhhhhhh..........................till date, blogspot has been the one thing that remained hassle free.




I really should update more often.


Oh, and Malacca was great. Barbequed turkey was heaven made and sent. Barbecued mutton was a bit too dry. Must have something to do with the fact that my dear ol'Dad and his friend who was roasting the meat disappeared halfway to....somewhere...leaving my younger brother and my younger cousin in charge of the meat. Hmmm........


I was in charge of the turkey btw.....heheh....early xmas dinner...


I cut my feet while walking along the beach. Ow. It was painful.

Reached Singapore around four o'clock this morning.


Found out new shows were scheduled for me, on dates when I won't be able to make it.



Gaaaaah......


But of course, I'm Mr Brightside, and the bright side of all this is.....the rainy weather is so nice for sleeping in.

If and when I have the time......ggaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh

F*cked Up

Life in the office is quite effed up right now. Sometimes, too much is too much. It it was a regular job, I would have resigned last week. As it is, I can only hope to endure the storm that is surely to come soon and hope that whatever umbrella that's suppossed to shelter me appear magically in my hand very very soon.


Some people 'up there' should order a complete revamp of my department. We are understaffed, overworked, underpaid, stressed out and will soon be contemplating mass suicide.


Anyway......I found this song accidentally while on youtube and could vaguely remember it being on TV for some reason or other. Turned out to be quite inspirational. The song is by Anggun, an international superstar, originally from Indonesia, who later moved to France and has since been a citizen there, with most of her songs originally in French. This is, to date, her biggest(English) hit. YOu can hear on youtube. I don't want to figure out how to put songs on my blog yet.


Snow on the Sahara

Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone

Lost out in the desert
you are lost out in the desert

But to stand with you in a ring of fire
I'll forget the days gone by
I'll protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight

Lost out in the desert

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara

If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara

Just a wish and I will cover your shoulders
With veils of silk and gold
When the shadows come and darken your heart
Leaving you with regrets so cold

Lost out in the desert

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara
If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara


I would recommend more songs for you but I would probably just bore the three people who remembers to read my blog....

One Of These Days.....

One of these days...I'm gonna get myself a new pair of jeans.

One of these days...I'm gonna start cleaning my roon(again).

One of these days...I'm get myself a camera. One that is incapable of SMS and is not linked, in anyway, to M1, Singtel or StarHub.

One of these days...I'm gonna write a book. Still not sure what it will be about but yes, I wanna write a book. One that is good enough to get published AND bring in some much needed income.

One of these days...I'm gonna start reaquainting(sp?) myself with the gym and track. Then maybe whatever muscles I have can actually be seen.

One of these days...I'm gonna stop treating what others would consider a full meal as a light snack.

One of these days...I'm gonna learn how to read notes on the base clef(I forgot how).

One of these days...I'm gonna learn how to just be myself around new people. Especially around new people.

One of these days...I'm gonna stop making fun of certain people(with a couple of exceptions. Can't take ALL the fun out of my life, can I?)

ONe of these days...I'm gonna visit Australia and Egypt. That way, I would have visited every single continent with the exception of Antartica. Unless I get a strange and utterly unexplainable urge to watch penguins in their natural habitat.

One of these days...I'm gonna stop writing down about what I want to do and start to actually DO something about it!!

Cookies

Gah. I know. I know. I have NOT been updating. It is the one constant thing I have in my life right now. Un-up-to-date blogs. A few weeks ago, I was unable to log into a variety of webpages, such as youtube and, yes, blogger, because, apparently, my brother for one reason or the other changed a setting cookies. Now that my knowledge of computer technology has been sufficiently been given an update(and my brother severely..er..disciplined), life goes on as normal.



Or what passes as normal for me.



I have been reassigned in my unit to a the Admin IC. The previous one got kicked out after a series of blunders(not totally his fault) and he recommended me for the position to my captain(albet a case of me not being able to do worse than other candidates). So now my previously, rather interesting, job of going all over Singapore rounding up AWOLees has shifted to boring clerical duties. My Captain is fierce and strict, my Leftenant is easily frazzled, my assistant is a little...too helpful? Not to mention juniors who need proper mentoring and guidance. I wonder what they feel when their mentor and guide(me) gets openly f*cked by my Captain? Which seems to be happening quite a lot nowadays? Hmmm...


And it was only just now that I realised that I am likely to be stuck at the desk for more than a year(unless my time in NS gets prematurely terminated due to reasons I don't want to imagine). Of course, if my Captain deems my work unsatisfactory for the next few days, I'll probably get sacked. Hmmm...... an idea comes to mind......


Nah. An Admin IC does have its perks. I no longer have to bother with roll calls. I get to read when there is no work to do. I get to build something closely resembling a friendly relationship with my superiors(always a good thing). And I have several juniors at my beck and call, with no choice but to run errands for me like cleaning the office and buying food from the canteen for me, through no reason other by me being of a higher rank. Yay! And reliable air-conditioning for the whole day!!!!


Oh, and I sang at the International Acappella Concert(Jazz Night) at The Arts House on the eighteenth of this month. It was terrible. Thank God Key Elements was there to basically save the whole night!!



But I'll get paid anyway. Bwahaha!!


My back is aching now. I don't know why. Maybe I sit in the office too long.




Will start exercising as soon as I feel like it. Which is hopefully sometime before this year ends.

THe BIG bANg

One wonders, while meandering through life, our destination at the end of our long road. A road with too many junctions to remember, too many red lights to stop at. Some floored, putting the pedal to the metal and going "Wooohooo!!!" into the wind. Others are more cautious, with roof and windows up against unexpected rain. And yet whether we are driving a good-for-nothing pile of metal with an engine attached or cruising at the backseat of a limousine, we always seem to get wet. How serious the sudden presence of too much moisture would then depend on whether we are wearing a water-proof, anti-exposure jacket or a dry-clean only suit.

And there would be many checkpoints along the way. Petrol kiosks fuel you up. A change of batteries to recharge your soul. A shopping spree at a roadside bazaar. An emergency toilet-break amongst the deserted bushes. Not all wil be planned. Most won't. Others are necessary. A handful would be just for the fun of it.

And the passengers. They who share the car with you, forever pointing at the directions you should take, at other cars driving past yours. They will irritate you. They will make you wish murder isn't against the law. But at the same time, they will be the ones to jerk you awake when you are about to fall asleep on the wheel. They are the ones you would be fighting to stay awake for( and who would be nagging at you to stop fro a break). And when in trouble, they will be the ones who would take the wheel, whether you want to or not, but always when you need them to.


Once in a while, you'd pick up that one special passenger that you hope would stay with you for the rest of your journey. They put an extra verve to the way you drive. From them, you'll learn when to speed up and when to slow down. They will teach you to balance between caring for them and keeping your eyes on the road. They will smack you senseless when you look at another passenger in another car. As you steer them along, remember that they have cars of their own too. And when they leave, bumps would seem to appear out of no where, and you would be tempted to stop. Sometimes to the extent of ending your journey there and then.

But bear in mind that the fuel in your tank should never be wasted and there are other passengers whose feelings ou would have to consider. The journey is still long but your chances of finding another 'special passenger' is just as high.

And what of the end of your journey? Would there be the proverbial pot of gold, always there at the end of every rainbow? Would you reach the ocean, vast and incomprehensible, to realise that there is always more to life? Would you reach the dreaded dead end, where you can either stay, despair and accumulate rust, or reverse, sometimes a long way, to pick another turn in the last junction. Maybe you would accidentally dive off a cliff, and realise that a car is a car and not a fighter jet.

Or, with a new found wisdom, you would realise that though your hands are old and lined, your fingers stained and bony, you would notice the younger, more energetic grip of your younger passengers. How eager they seem to be on their own way, to beging their own journey. It won't be easy surrendering the wheel to them. BUt you would know that you must. The engine still roars. The wheels still turn. The other cars won't ever stop comletely just for you. And so, the only thing to do would be to give your car over to your heirs. You will see them embark on a journey so much like yours, but one that is so different. And you are free to rest after a long journey, safe and content in the knowledge that though all roads are different. They all lead to the same place for all of us. Home......








It has been such a long time since I had avccess to a computer, much less blogged. Maybe i should find another analogy for life when i have the time. Using cars....i don't even have a freaking license!!!

Realizations And Whatever-ations

THINGS I HAVE REALISED (as of this moment)



In a couple of months, I'm gonna be considered one of the more senior members of my unit. And I would be able to legitimately order some people around. Great. I can tell people what to do and then blame the system which allows me to do so when they complain!!! Haha!





I miss IJC. To those of you who are currently studying in a JC now, mark my words, you WILL miss your JC days whether you like them or not. You'll miss those times when you were stressing out in the canteen, running for seats in the library, vandalising your table during a lecture, eating your favourite canteen lunch, the funny quirks of your teachers........



My knee is itching and I don't know why.





I hate Korean food. Except for kimchi. Those cabbage ones. And of course, with the almost exclusive exception of that in Seoul Garden.





Thai food is absurdly simillar to Malay food. Except for maybe things like papaya salad.( But hey, even then, we Malays have mango rojak!)







My spelling and sentence structures for my previous posts are horrendous. I shall shoot myslef later.







I realise I do not have a gun.







Oh, and I read that part about me killing myself if Nutella was ever banned in Singapore. How stupic of me! Duuuhhh. I'll just move to Malaysia!! It's probably cheaper there anyway!









Almost every post of mine has some reference to chocolate, in one way or another,





(Note to self: Dark chocolate is good for your heart.)





(Another note to self: Neither Nutella nor Kinder Bueno consists of Dark chocolate.)









I realise I know too much about some things. Like how to test for saggy breasts. No, I do not test it out on myself!! There was just this article in some health magazine....









I realise that some things are better left unsaid.











I think i am rambling.











I LOVE SINGAPORE!!!! (Sure, the feeling kicked in a little too late. National Day was over a week ago and I wasn't so enthusiastic then, was I? Oh, and the reason for this sudden burst of patriotism? No, not the silver medal thingy won by Singapore by Chinese atheletes. No. It's just that I read a book just now. It's tile? Singapore Food. By some New Zealander expat.)











My knee is still itching and it's irritating the hell out of me.





Oh, and a quote i read just now by some woman whose name I'll probably never, ever recall: "You will know death by living. And you will know life by dying. 'Tis a pity. A pity...."







I think the woman in question was emo'ing.....





NOw, on THAT subject.......











GDNITE!!!! =)

In Pursuit of Happiness.....

What a week. First in the Pop Choir Category then second in the College Group Category, I think TAS has a very bright future ahead of it.





And it seems like no one is paying attention to whatever it was I was typing about during my last post. Why? Cuz the whole lot of people I know seem to be emo-ing!!! Or are trying to get someone they now out of a state of perpetual emo-ness!!! Whatever. If they are going to wallow in self pity when things are sucky enough as it is, it is their problem. As for me.....I'll be my usual self.



Sometimes when I think about it, the one thing that keeps me from emo-ing is plain laziness..... I'll feel depressed about something, toss anmd turn in bed for two minutes and by the end of those two minutes, I'll be doing whatever normal people do in lalaland.


Or I'll turn on music. Or watch TV.


But, just in case you people still insist on emoing. I have a song to recommend. No, it is not a cheerful song that's gonna bring back that spring in your step. It's a song about life, one that I have fallen in love with eversince I listened to it. The lyrics are pure genius, as is the music itself. The song is called "Both Sides Now", by Joni Mitchell. Go look it up on youtube. And listen to the one released in the year 2000(Joni Mitchell first released it waaaay back in the 70s) by the same artist. I guess...well.. it puts life into perspective.





And I am EXHAUSTED of people becoming emo for stupid reasons. I am not, as some most of you my attest to, a natural motivator. I do the exact opposite particularly well though. I mean, I'm the one who's probably doomed to teaching verbs and pronouns to hormonal adolescents for my whole life, what with pursuing a degree in English and all, as that's what most people do when they get that particular accollade. I missed getting into the top Uni in Singapore cuz i failed one measley subject that had nothing to do with the course I'm hoping for and do you see me emoing?!



Of course, this post is going out to all those who are emotionally depressed. If you are emotionally deranged however......and if you are just naturally grumpy through wind, rain and shine...... just...... try not to tread on my nerves. GAAAH!!





On a brighter note, I just found all my missing T-shirts. My youngest brother had been hoarding them in the hopes of eventually claiming them as his. He is so busted.




I am never buying him food on my way back home ever again.







And I'm telling my mother. Maybe then it will inspire her to look into our cupboards and realise that I have been living of my Father's hand-me-downs for some years now. That might then inspire her to buy us some new clothes.




In case you don't know, my Father's wardrobe is more up to date and hip than mine is. Half the shirts i wear to perform are his and the other half were shirts that are mine but given to me by my father.



BYe. I am going to sleep.

I'm going to attempt an emo entry now. PLease just bear with me..... goodness knows I've waded through my share of emo entries....





WHY ME!? Why is it always ME? What did I Do WRONG to deserve this?! Oh someone tell me why!! I tried my best, really, at whatever it was that I was suppossed to do, but everything always goes wrong! Sobs.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe I'm not fated to do whatever it was I was suppossed to do. Maybe I should just...just... aarrgghhhh. I shouldn't be thinking about this, I really shouldn't. I must stay strong. I must get through this. I don't care what other people think of me. But...but it's just so haaaaaaaard.....*bawls*


*Shudders*

Ok, I will never ever attempt to write another one of those nasty paragraphs ever again. When I really feel down, I don't blog about it. I get into bed with several bars of Kinder Bueno and indulge in fanatsies of drenching whoever it was that made my day bad in boiling, hot...chocolate. Yes, chocolate. With plenty of sugar.


Then throwing him or her in the path of those killer ants in the Amazon that attacks and eats everything in its path.



Stop emoing people!!! Life sucks. Straight out. We'll always be short of money, short of time and short of sleep. We'll always fail at something and do well in other things. Like eating chocolate. We'll always face times when we feel we are alone and miserable, for no other reason than the fact that we can't seem to get joy from whatever it is we are doing, even things we believe we are passionate in. Challenges and obstacles will always be in every corner of every turn on every road in our lives and there will be times when we fail pathetically in trying to overcome them. But so what?

I believe in the fact that the human spirit is prized, not only for its frightening will to survive and its capacity to hope and work for something better, but also for its ability to push us forward. Even if we have nowhere to go. It is this extraordinary strength that makes heroes out of some of us and, for others, matyrs for their cause. Maybe I sound like one of those people giving motivational speeches, or worse, a politician, but really, think about it. Don't ask "Why me?". It is useless to ask questions for which there are no answers. We should instead be asking "So what do I do now?" or "Is there someone who can help?". Or even "What's the number of the ambulance service?"(it's 995 btw).

Life sucks. I agree. Work sucks. I know. Things are always so complicated. Been there, done that. But maybe if we stop thinking about all the depressing topics, and think more about the good in life, it'll seem like the whole situation is a lot better.

A few examples:

A friend backstabs you. How to find a brightside to that? Well...now you know he/she is not really a good friend afterall... why don't you just stab right back? Lol. Kidding. Then again....


You feel lonely at home with nothing but the computer to entertain you. The brightside to this is...... thank God for computers!!! Or your Nintendo DS! Or your TV!! Or your...urm...personal magazines....


You're failing at everything in school. Now how to think positively about that? Well, my experience from mixing around with all kinds in people in NS.....be glad you have a place in a school. Seriously. Some people I know now are wishing so much to get into a school, any school, just so their futures will be less bleak. And even then, I hardly ever see them emo. At least with a place in school, you get to work on your grades. For some others.... they have to think about jobs that won't put so much importance on their grades in school...and those jobs aren't the kind people usually want to think about.


You hate your life. Okaaayy..... but at least you're still alive! It's sad when you hear tales about people realizing the true value of their lives... mostly when they're about to lose it.



You never miss the water until it's gone, they say. Well there is plenty of water now. Fill yourself up with it.



Anyway, I'm going to bed now. All this talk about life and whatever is in it....It just makes me feel so glad I'm where I am right now.




And in life, Nutella and Kinder Bueno will help, trust me. (Sorry rl, I just couldn't resist putting that in!! ;)

Looming.....

Can you believe it?

I had a doctor's appointment this afternoon so I was released earlier and I took the train. I fell asleep. I was suppossed to have gotten off at Dhoby Ghout to switch trains. I WOKE UP AT MARINA-FREAKING-BAY!!!!



Needless to say, I was spectacularly late for my appointment.


Anyway, the acappella championships are coming up and sorry to say that there are no free tickets this year. None at all. Esplanade and Sistic are handling sales so do get down to where there is a Sistic outlet and buy tickets!!! And come!!!!! Each ticket is priced at $20. Both shows start at 0730 pm at the Recital Studio. The Pop Choir Category is on the 11th of Aug and the College Category will be on the 13th of Aug. Please come. For either one. If you come for both, I'll be grateful. But it will depend on who you are first.



Work at my unit is....interesting. You would not believe the conversations we have had. Topics ranging from the best fruit juice place in town to anal sex(still not sure how that one popped up) had been discussed with gusto..... some with more gusto than others.



Read an interesting book just now, something about how to write with spunk and bite.

Read another interesting book on how to bridge the different worls religions.

Saw another about how wonderful Iran is as a country but too bad it's leaders are slightly less than sane.

And another about how George Bush is finally doing what is best for the world (he's not running for president again).

Also one about how we're all going to die if we keep using air-conditioners for every day of our lives.

I miss going to Borders. Problem is, it's boring to go there alone. But at the same time, I can never find someone willing to stay there for one whole day with me.

And my friend just told me that the last Harry Potter book now costs less that ten bucks. I'm gonna buy it soon.

I think I wanna start listening to jazz....... am gonna scour the cd shops for good albums.

I need cash for clothes.

Now that I have vomited whatever there is floating in the recesses of my mind, I'll go have a peaceful night of rest and relaxation. Hoefully, it will last until exactly 0520 hours later in the morning. Goodnight!!!!

Something For The Soul(other than chicken soup)

Just a little something I came across a while back and have been wanting to share with you.....


EVERYONE"S FREE (TO WEAR SUNSCREEN)

If I could offer one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable other than my own meandering experience... i will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth- oh nevermind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youthuntil they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't graspnow, how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are NOT as fat as you imagined.

Do not worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in life are apt to be the things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindsides you on a 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Do not be reckless with other people's hearts. Do not put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you received. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Do not feel guilty if you don't know what you wanna do with your life.... the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40. Maybe you'll dance the funky chicken at your 75th wedding anniversary... Whatever you do, don't congratulate too much or berate yourself either- your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it... it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance... even if you have nowhere else to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel UGLY.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they might be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past, and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, except for the precious few you should hold on to. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in the city once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in the country once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You too, will get old. And when you do, you will fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone to support you. Maybe you'll have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy but be patient to those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of fishing out the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

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Figures. I was supposed to have written an emo entry and I do the exact opposite.

Oh well.


Gdnite(again).

Reality;The problem with it: It's Real

Things I Realised This Week:



I effing miss the U.K



I hate the USA



My spoken English is deteriorating into some weird amalgamation of... butchered English/Malay/Mandarin/UnknownDialect(suspectedHokkien)



NS is not bugging me as much as I want it to (so as to legitimise the fact that I hate it)



I'll sing for the rest of my life....even if my larynx gets torn out of my throat( then newspapers around the world will have the first person to sing without a voice on their front covers)



One of my ex-PTI(physical training instructor) in NS is a mini-celebrity in Hong Kong. And he models apparently.



One of the guys in my Unit is currently doing modelling also.



My dad is a mini-celebrity in Italy since his role as a villain in one of their telemovies( no, cash is not coming in at all!)



My mum is a mini-celebrity in the Traffic Police HQ at Ubi. Almost all the senior tellers were her buddies back when she was still in CID.



I will end my life the day Nutella is banned from Singapore.



Kinder Bueno is my favourite Chocolate bar, overtaking Snickers and Marsbars....unless it's fried Marsbars.



I cannot live without chocolate.



I am gaining weight.

I don't really care about gaining weight.

AcappellaChamps is in two weeks and AcappellaFest is next week and we still need more practice.

I love my bed(actually i knew this for a long time. the thought just hit me again this week, since it's been all rainy)

I 've never really emo'ed on my blog before and would attempt an emoish one sometime soon.

I ironically, I'll be doing it for laughs.

Stay tuned( or whatever) to the next post!!

Shamelss Advertising...not by me

I watched the Miss Universe pageant on TV.....and I think Jerry Springer mentioned "America's Got Talent" no less than five times... and later freely admitted it was added into his script by the sponsors. Hmmm..... makes you wonder what other things the sponsors can add to the script....

Miss Vezuela won, by the way, though I thought both Miss Mexico and Miss Dominican Republic were more gifted in the looks department. I had no idea what Russia was doing in the top ten, nevermind the top five. I thought Miss Vietnam, Miss Italy and Miss Kosovo shld have gone further.... And from the first round, I thought Miss Korea, Miss Germany and Miss One-Of-The-African-Countries should have made it. I mean, ok, so they're trying to judge them based on a few things other than looks. But it's a BEAUTY pageant for goodness sakes. And I think someone on the panel of judges had the hots for Latina beauties. four out of the top five were latinas( though no doubt latinas have a long history of winning the title).

Oh well. But from last night's glimpse, Miss Singapore didn't look that bad. In fact, she was downright beautiful. Though the merlion dress was a little...I dunno. It's more of an "Oh" instead of a "Wow", I guess.

Maybe next year, Miss Singapore will dress up as a lion(better than a fish). She seems a little confused now(lion or fish, lion or fish...decisions decisions...)

Anyway, that's my two cents in. I'm kinda sleepy, it's late and i'll probably be late tmr so gdnite!!!!


I so realize that it's always "Gdnite". I just don't seem to update at any other time....

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MOVING ON.........

Tiring day, tiring week.... the whole onth is bloody tiring. Though this week kinda takes the cake, considering is my shift week, meaning I work full day on Fridays and halfdays on Saturdays. On my offweek, I work for half a day on the week's Friday and get the next day off. Add in the fact that I was grossly sick on Saturday night, all through Sunday to Tuesday, during which i was on medical leave. Tuesday was... screwed-up. Not sure if I should post the reason up here. I'd probably get sued.

I still remeber the doctor I visited on Monday though. That's a good thing, seeing as she was young and super sweet. And smokin wow. I mean hot.

And I wanna talk about people's MRT habits. I know some newspapers here have already done extensive coverage on that little facet of commuter life here(and in doing so becoming the butt of jokes for other international papers) but this is a topic that has not yet been covered by ME and is thus, not yet completely scrutinised.

First, the yellow lines indicating how commuters should stand aside while letting people alight first, you know, those weird drawings that resemble a pyramid with a sunroof with arrows indicating the direction sunlight should be travelling in, no longer work. Except on tourists. And even then, it's cuz they're scared they''s get fined. Or even worse, hanged. Sure, they worked once upon a time( the markings) but I guess the novelty has just....worn off. Our aim of being respectable, well mannered citizens is losing phenomenally to our desire for a seat to sleep on for the rest of the long, boring journey and the worst thing is...... some are not even genuinely sleeping! They just close their eyes in case someone who really needs the seat comes along so that 1) They'll not be shot dirty looks by other, more socially responsible people ("I sleeping what, how I know?"), 2)They'll have a legit excuse not to give up their seat ("I'm sleeping what.") ans 3)They'll save face (" If only I was awake, I would have given her the seat lah.") anf finally, the most important reason, 4) They'll get to keep their seat ( " I sleeping what, so of course I need the seat!").

Of course, everyone who knows me knows I really really really love to seat down myself so this might sound hypocritical but I do give my seat up sometimes. To those who really need it. To this list, i do not include children in between 4-8 years old however. They seem more content letting their parents chase them up and down the train. NOr do I offer middle aged aunties/uncles who waltz right up to you(sitting down) and whose facial expression changes from that of disappointment(from finding no seats) to that of one about to die if noone offers them a seat. Most of the times they're not even that old.

Then there are those difficult cases, which includes:

An old maid who dresses up like a young girl. You're scared of appearing rude by not offering a seat. On the other hand, you're scared of breaking the saying to her: You. Look. Old.

The woman whose bulging stomach has an indefinite roundness, but a roundness nontheless. Imagine the scene: "Have a seat miss, congrats on your baby." to which she says, "What baby?"

The uncle with the really white hair and lines on his face. But who is also muscular and looks perfectly capable of choke-slamming anyone who hints to him that he looks feeble.

The mother with the child who doesn't want to sit down.

The child with the mother who doesn't want to sit down.

But generally, it doesn't matter. Everyone's sleeping so they won't get seats anyway.....

And finally, my pet peeve: people who rush into MRTs, the moment the doors open. Especially those who have the nerve to click their bloody tongues at me while i give them their fully deserved shove on my way out. And it wasn't like i intended it to happen. Once, it got so bad, I had to elbow someone out of the way. The train was already crowded at the exit and the one space which everyone was using to slide through to the exit was also the one place this dastardly disgusting man decided to rush to from the outside. What did I do? I slid my left arm into the crack between him and another commuter, to his right(his back was to me). I said 'excuse me'. He tried to get past me, using his shoulder. The door was beeping so I sorta slid into the tiny space betweeen him and the other person and i pushed him, with my elbow, backwards to where i was originally standing. I heard the click of his tongue. I really wanted to raise my elbow to his face. But I got what I wanted. And I am too nice.

No wonder newspapers keep writing about this stuff. I bet it can fill up and entire book. I now I can keep on rambling forever but I wanna awatch some funny vids.

SO i guess i'll blog in again tmr or on sunday.


see if i have anything to type about.


In case you hadn't noticed, i talked abt the mrt for goodness sakes.

gives you a clue to what other dazzlingly exciting stuff i have in store for you.

hmmm.....

oh well.
gdnight.

My Life Thus Far.....

.......is lousy.

Yes.

The thing is, I typed out what I wanted to say earlier, venting out my anger and frustration in colourful bursts of lingua franca that would be sure to impress anyone(except maybe for those who don't read English).

Then the page decided to hang the very moment the autosave was suppossed to kick in so technically, the autosave mechanism caused the very thing that it was supposed to have prevented: the unnecessary loss of incompleted posts due to a computer cock-up.

And you wonder why I detest technology.

I'm seriously no techno-phobe but sometimes too much is simply too much. It has reached the stage where the moment you mastered a new technology, a newer one is created. I guess this is why capitalists are so into technology. They don't have to search, buy, steal or extract anything. They just have to create to sell. And because technology makes a lot of things so much simpler to do, so much faster, along with an unprecedented level of convenience for all, we the consumers lap it up. And when enough copies of Tech.01 is sold, they release Tech.01.o5 which is even more advanced, more convenient to use and thus, more profitable!!!

It's capitalist ingenuity at its finest!!!!

AND I HAVE NO FREAKIN IDEA WHERE THE WHOLE PARAGRAPH CAME FROM!! talk about being random.....

Anyway, for those who need an update on my life....

I am single. (sad fact)

I am frequently broke. (sad fact)

I am serving NS. (sad fact)

I graduated from IJC with reasonably okay results. (reasonably happy fact...but kinda sad too..)

I am in CivilDfence Provost Escort Unit. (urm.... sad/funny/happy/schizo fact?)

I am in possession of another piece of junk for a PC. (sad fact)

I am still growing taller, according to other people. (sad fact)

I realised this second autosave still isn't working. (sad fact)

I still hang out with the old crowd; Jo, XY, Stan, Zhenhong, etc... (happy fact...when and if we meet up)

I still sing for TAS (happy/energy sapping/ time draining/ same'old-same'old fact)

I've not lost that much weight 6 months into NS (SAD SAD FACT)

I'm leading a sad life. (Happy fact....for those who hate me)

Now I need to go bathe and before I (autosave worked) end off this introductory post, here's a....urm..... ah what the heck. I'm ending this post. Goodnight.



LOL.