Saturday, December 17, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
A sleepwalking contrarian
I'm a contrarian and I'm enjoying it!!!
Don't really know why, when, what, who, where and even if...
Who does anyway?
Just taking one step at a time and enjoying the ride I guess...
Don't really know why, when, what, who, where and even if...
Who does anyway?
Just taking one step at a time and enjoying the ride I guess...
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Nothing
I used to really love to read. I used to read almost anything I could lay my eyes on. I can remember clearly reading out loud any text on any billboards that I could lay my eyes on, while leaning againts the front part of my Dad's old vespa (I remember once he sternly told me to quit trying to steer the whole thing -- should've noticed the early signs of a control freak, perhaps?).
I don't do that anymore. Not reading the billboards and not steering any vespa now. Sure do miss the good old times.
I don't do that anymore. Not reading the billboards and not steering any vespa now. Sure do miss the good old times.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
No Harry Potty & the Toilet Bowl, please...
I've just remembered something else that really pissed me off a few weeks ago.
You see, I was all excited, and I mean EXCITED, to finally see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, since it came out locally during my exam week. So much so that I was willing to squeeze in the seventh row from the front, and all the way to the side, in order to protect my left ear from what my right ear has to suffer from. They always manage to outdo their previous movies, so I expected this one to be even better than the previous HP movie (which I lurrved by the way).
Unfortunately, all the excitement just plunged down the cliff, not even rolling down the hill, as I started getting disappointed within 15 minutes into the film. The freakin' movie that I saw was really equal to some low-budget HK movies with crappy editing. Didn't realize it at first, but a few minutes later, I realized it wasn't really Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Not all of it, at least....
Although most of the film's intact, for all I know, I might as well have gone to see Harry Potty and the Toilet Bowl (suggested title for this version of the movie that I saw, to reflect the impact of the additional editing). Whoever was in charge of the local cinema and movie business, basically cut up the movie into a practically uneventful chain of events.Without seeing the full version, I can only positively confirm one missing link. However, I'm sure there are more.
I feel so bad for the directors, actors, cinematographer, special-effects guys (what are they called, by the way?), cameramen, ... I mean everyone who busted their ass off for this movie.
If it really upsets me when somebody messes around with any of my oh-so-meaningless projects, without discussing it with me, I can't imagine how bad they must feel if they saw this version of the movie.
Just wondering if there is any law at all in this world that protects the integrity of an art production? I mean, c'mon... hundreds and hundreds of people must have put their minds and thoughts into this movie. I think, movies, regardless of their scale of productions, rightfully deserve to be treated as an art form.
But if so, then how would you feel if somebody just decided that Monalisa needed to look more proper, with a full-blown turtle neck top and her hair done nicely in a tight bun like Prof. McGonnagal? Or if somebody just decided to paint a proper set of pants and shirt on David to make him more presentable?
Just imagining the time and effort put into a single shot in a movie, I think if I were in any way involved in the production, I would rather have the movie be rated as "for adults only" instead of it being crappily-edited like that.
I was listening to a discussion regarding defamation a few months ago. I wonder, had I been Rowling, would I have filed a law suit for defamation through crappy editing?
But then again, I'm not Rowling. And my anger has subsided significantly. I think I'm back to the old optimistic me, looking forward to another movie: Chicken Little. Speaking of the poultry reminds me of something: Though this is kinda passe, I wonder if Donald Duck should wear pants now if he wants to protect his existence.
You see, I was all excited, and I mean EXCITED, to finally see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, since it came out locally during my exam week. So much so that I was willing to squeeze in the seventh row from the front, and all the way to the side, in order to protect my left ear from what my right ear has to suffer from. They always manage to outdo their previous movies, so I expected this one to be even better than the previous HP movie (which I lurrved by the way).
Unfortunately, all the excitement just plunged down the cliff, not even rolling down the hill, as I started getting disappointed within 15 minutes into the film. The freakin' movie that I saw was really equal to some low-budget HK movies with crappy editing. Didn't realize it at first, but a few minutes later, I realized it wasn't really Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Not all of it, at least....
Although most of the film's intact, for all I know, I might as well have gone to see Harry Potty and the Toilet Bowl (suggested title for this version of the movie that I saw, to reflect the impact of the additional editing). Whoever was in charge of the local cinema and movie business, basically cut up the movie into a practically uneventful chain of events.Without seeing the full version, I can only positively confirm one missing link. However, I'm sure there are more.
I feel so bad for the directors, actors, cinematographer, special-effects guys (what are they called, by the way?), cameramen, ... I mean everyone who busted their ass off for this movie.
If it really upsets me when somebody messes around with any of my oh-so-meaningless projects, without discussing it with me, I can't imagine how bad they must feel if they saw this version of the movie.
Just wondering if there is any law at all in this world that protects the integrity of an art production? I mean, c'mon... hundreds and hundreds of people must have put their minds and thoughts into this movie. I think, movies, regardless of their scale of productions, rightfully deserve to be treated as an art form.
But if so, then how would you feel if somebody just decided that Monalisa needed to look more proper, with a full-blown turtle neck top and her hair done nicely in a tight bun like Prof. McGonnagal? Or if somebody just decided to paint a proper set of pants and shirt on David to make him more presentable?
Just imagining the time and effort put into a single shot in a movie, I think if I were in any way involved in the production, I would rather have the movie be rated as "for adults only" instead of it being crappily-edited like that.
I was listening to a discussion regarding defamation a few months ago. I wonder, had I been Rowling, would I have filed a law suit for defamation through crappy editing?
But then again, I'm not Rowling. And my anger has subsided significantly. I think I'm back to the old optimistic me, looking forward to another movie: Chicken Little. Speaking of the poultry reminds me of something: Though this is kinda passe, I wonder if Donald Duck should wear pants now if he wants to protect his existence.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
A day in the life of a couch potato
Geez....it's been one heck of a boring week! I'm seriously in need of an effective method to drag my butt out of this flat. Am quite sure it has doubled up in size by now. Talk about being a couch potato, I think I can actually be a couch pumpkin by now (think those scary, gigando pumpkins they have around halloween).
Must go out and do something useful tomorrow...... like shop for a new pair of shades, maybe? :P
Seriously, mine are so badly scratched that my hands just automatically reached out and try to "rub the fleck of dust away". Must get a decent pair, since I might have to drive in the next few weeks. Or actually, I would really like to drive....
Gosh, I really miss being behind the wheel.
Which reminds me, must go and convert my license. OK, now that's another thing to do.
Sh*t! ... I still haven't sent the check for the overpayment. Wonder if I'm on the country's Most wanted list by now.
Must do it tomorrow too.
Oh, might as well go and get Dad's favorite pen fixed while I look for shades. Oh yeah, I still owe my niece a birthday present. Guess a formal outfit for the seminar and the power lunch would be great, though things would've been so much easier had they had GAPs here.
Now did Bro ever confirmed whether or not he still wanted that Daft Funk CD?
Anyway, must also get super duper powerful sun block for the family trip.
Should I get my passport renewed here or back home?
Speaking of home, aaaarrrggghhh... must clean the room before my cousin comes back from OZ!
Wait a minute... where did all these chores come from? Thought this was supposed to be a holiday break with me having nothing to do?
Geez... I'm so exhausted just thinking about them, I think I need to sit down, catch my breath... and maybe watch another episode of whatever crappy show they have on TV. Yeah... think that's just what I need....
Must go out and do something useful tomorrow...... like shop for a new pair of shades, maybe? :P
Seriously, mine are so badly scratched that my hands just automatically reached out and try to "rub the fleck of dust away". Must get a decent pair, since I might have to drive in the next few weeks. Or actually, I would really like to drive....
Gosh, I really miss being behind the wheel.
Which reminds me, must go and convert my license. OK, now that's another thing to do.
Sh*t! ... I still haven't sent the check for the overpayment. Wonder if I'm on the country's Most wanted list by now.
Must do it tomorrow too.
Oh, might as well go and get Dad's favorite pen fixed while I look for shades. Oh yeah, I still owe my niece a birthday present. Guess a formal outfit for the seminar and the power lunch would be great, though things would've been so much easier had they had GAPs here.
Now did Bro ever confirmed whether or not he still wanted that Daft Funk CD?
Anyway, must also get super duper powerful sun block for the family trip.
Should I get my passport renewed here or back home?
Speaking of home, aaaarrrggghhh... must clean the room before my cousin comes back from OZ!
Wait a minute... where did all these chores come from? Thought this was supposed to be a holiday break with me having nothing to do?
Geez... I'm so exhausted just thinking about them, I think I need to sit down, catch my breath... and maybe watch another episode of whatever crappy show they have on TV. Yeah... think that's just what I need....
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
I'm a salted fish?
五月天's 咸鱼
Can't really translate the whole song as I'm not sure what the symbolic significance (I assume) of the salted fish is in this song :P
Wonder if I can find anyone to help me with this. Hmm... maybe I'll just ask my Chinese-speaking classmates.
But anyway I just love this song.
Am even considering making it my official personal anthem ^_^
我是一只咸鱼 不想承认也不能否认
不要同情我笨又夸我天真还梦想著翻身
咸鱼就算翻身 还是只咸鱼输得也诚恳
至少到最後我还有咸鱼不腐烂的自尊
我没有任何天分
我却有梦的天真
我是傻不是蠢
我将会证明用我的一生
我如果有梦 有没有错
错过才会更加明白 明白坚持是什么
我如果有梦 梦要够疯
够疯才能变成英雄 总会有一篇我的传说...
我不好也不坏不特别出众
我只是敢不同
我的人生就是一错再错
错完了再从头
也许放弃掉一些活得更轻松
我却不再是我
我不愿一生晒太阳吹风
咸鱼也要有梦
有一天有我的天空
作我的英雄 在我的天空
我知道你懂 知道你会懂
Can't really translate the whole song as I'm not sure what the symbolic significance (I assume) of the salted fish is in this song :P
Wonder if I can find anyone to help me with this. Hmm... maybe I'll just ask my Chinese-speaking classmates.
But anyway I just love this song.
Am even considering making it my official personal anthem ^_^
我是一只咸鱼 不想承认也不能否认
不要同情我笨又夸我天真还梦想著翻身
咸鱼就算翻身 还是只咸鱼输得也诚恳
至少到最後我还有咸鱼不腐烂的自尊
我没有任何天分
我却有梦的天真
我是傻不是蠢
我将会证明用我的一生
我如果有梦 有没有错
错过才会更加明白 明白坚持是什么
我如果有梦 梦要够疯
够疯才能变成英雄 总会有一篇我的传说...
我不好也不坏不特别出众
我只是敢不同
我的人生就是一错再错
错完了再从头
也许放弃掉一些活得更轻松
我却不再是我
我不愿一生晒太阳吹风
咸鱼也要有梦
有一天有我的天空
作我的英雄 在我的天空
我知道你懂 知道你会懂
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Women in Their 30s
Found this from my pile of saved favorite links. Can't remember if I got it from a friend or by accident, but I love it! It's making the big 3-o sound like such a good place to be that I'm actually a bit excited about getting there now... well just ever so slightly, at least.....
As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.
A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom.
Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.
Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women.
Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.
A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one!
You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Here's an update for you.
Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.....
-Andy Rooney on Women in Their 30s-
As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.
A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom.
Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.
Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women.
Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.
A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one!
You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Here's an update for you.
Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.....
-Andy Rooney on Women in Their 30s-
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
So I guess this is it.
There goes my 4-year effort to get a fairer skin tone.
The tropical sun has finally taken its toll through a 1 hour bike ride under the sun. It wasn't even a full-blown sun, for God's sake!
Anyway, Mr. Vain, my new buddy from class, was so hilarious on the way back home. Browsing through the cds that one street vendor was selling, he asked me to find one with the "doggie song" by Jay.
"Eh? Come again?"
"The doggie song.... ya know....."
For a split second I thought he meant that "who let the dogs out" song, but then I figured it's Jay Chow's 四面楚歌 since the lyric's a bit loaded with the word 狗 and words that rhyme with it. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was actually looking for 安静 or anjing, which means a dog in Indonesian.
That's a good one.
There goes my 4-year effort to get a fairer skin tone.
The tropical sun has finally taken its toll through a 1 hour bike ride under the sun. It wasn't even a full-blown sun, for God's sake!
Anyway, Mr. Vain, my new buddy from class, was so hilarious on the way back home. Browsing through the cds that one street vendor was selling, he asked me to find one with the "doggie song" by Jay.
"Eh? Come again?"
"The doggie song.... ya know....."
For a split second I thought he meant that "who let the dogs out" song, but then I figured it's Jay Chow's 四面楚歌 since the lyric's a bit loaded with the word 狗 and words that rhyme with it. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was actually looking for 安静 or anjing, which means a dog in Indonesian.
That's a good one.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
I'm dyslexic
So it's official....
I was like half a step away from being $2000 richer, and I blew it.
I had this weird dream. A really weird one, in which my aunt was having a conversation with "God" during her prayers and she was given a very clear set of number consisting of 4 digits.
Geez... Think it will take a while for me to recover.
Darn it.. think I'm dyslexic....
I was like half a step away from being $2000 richer, and I blew it.
I had this weird dream. A really weird one, in which my aunt was having a conversation with "God" during her prayers and she was given a very clear set of number consisting of 4 digits.
Geez... Think it will take a while for me to recover.
Darn it.. think I'm dyslexic....
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
你很笨 leh! - One interesting cab ride
Flagged a cab today to campus as I didn't feel like spending over an hour with the bus. The wait was ok but I should've noticed the signs when the cabby didn't even bother driving up to where I stand and made me cross the street instead.
It wasn't until I got really close that I realized he's a really old guy. I later found out that he's in his early 70s.
Anyway it started off as any other cab ride until the guy started interrogating me on the reason why my English was different than the local version. At first he was quite impressed that given my country of origin that I could understand and speak a bit of Chinese, but the discussion then just went tumbling down the hill afterwards. He started interrogating me about what I do and used to do. Silly me didn't think that such an old man can be so scarily fierce and just answered all his questions in a matter-of-factly way.
I really didn't expect the guy just completely go berserk once he heard what I did a few months ago.
" 你很笨leh！为什么要回来？可以住美国不要住？？？你真得很笨 leh!!!"
(Unofficial translation: YOU MORON!! ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT!??!You could've stayed in US and you chose not to???!?!? )
He was talking at the top of his lungs. He couldn't believe anyone with the right mind would have done what I did. I could see his eyes from the rear view mirror and I could tell he was fuming. I think if I were in any way related to him, he would've yanked my hair and dragged me out of the car and just beat the heck out of me.
Trust me, he was REALLY scary.
He then spent the rest of my cab ride lecturing me about how one should not be a 井底蛙 (literal translation: frog at the bottom of a well -- a dry one, I hope) and how one should aspire to be a 海鸥 (seagull, I think).
He told me about how his son is in Australia and is doing really well and happy there and doesn't even want to come back.
"This place is not for humans to live in" he said. He then asked what I thought I would get from this place. I went for the easy "dunno" way out. Didn't see the use of getting into an argument with him.
He then went on about how US is such a good place to live, with its totally chemical-free fruits and vegetables, and chickens that are not injected with hormones (HUH?!?!??!?), its laid-back lifestyle, where everything is just beautiful and perfect.
It's amazing anyone could be so misled about US, huh?
And even more so, that this is all coming from someone who most probably had never been to US. Or maybe that's actually why he could've been so misled in the first place.
I waited until we got really close to where I was gonna get off, and politely asked:
"Uncle (local way to address older male individuals), since you seem to like the place so much and since you're son is doing so well out there, so how come you're driving a cab here? Why are you not there with him?You should go and stay with him there.Let him take care of you now."
"Ah? Me?"
I must have caught him offguard.
"Yup."
There was a few seconds of silence.
" I don't like bread leh...........I prefer rice."
He laughed and I faked a laugh to go along with it.
" I told my son that I'll go there when I'm older and senile, so I can eat anything."
What a lame excuse, I thought.
And there, right at that second, I felt bad. I felt sorry for him.
I know that some senior citizens nowadays prefer to live by themselves, working to support themselves and to maintain their independence, like my grandparents. However, I also know that not all of them have the benefit of a choice as my grandparents do.What if that's the case with him?
What if I had just made another cut in an open wound?
I remember somewhere along the way, the guy heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head showing a strong disappointment.
" Haiya,......真替你可惜啊...."
He sounded like he was genuinely concerned.
Then I remember my late paternal grampa.
Although he was never as nosy as this guy, I could see some similarities in their "tough guy, tough love" style. Grampa was both the coolest and the grumpiest guy all in one. He said very little when unnecessary but when he's pissed off about something, his old fiery side would come out right away.
I wonder if he would've said the same thing to me:
"你很笨leh!"
I hope not.
It wasn't until I got really close that I realized he's a really old guy. I later found out that he's in his early 70s.
Anyway it started off as any other cab ride until the guy started interrogating me on the reason why my English was different than the local version. At first he was quite impressed that given my country of origin that I could understand and speak a bit of Chinese, but the discussion then just went tumbling down the hill afterwards. He started interrogating me about what I do and used to do. Silly me didn't think that such an old man can be so scarily fierce and just answered all his questions in a matter-of-factly way.
I really didn't expect the guy just completely go berserk once he heard what I did a few months ago.
" 你很笨leh！为什么要回来？可以住美国不要住？？？你真得很笨 leh!!!"
(Unofficial translation: YOU MORON!! ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT!??!You could've stayed in US and you chose not to???!?!? )
He was talking at the top of his lungs. He couldn't believe anyone with the right mind would have done what I did. I could see his eyes from the rear view mirror and I could tell he was fuming. I think if I were in any way related to him, he would've yanked my hair and dragged me out of the car and just beat the heck out of me.
Trust me, he was REALLY scary.
He then spent the rest of my cab ride lecturing me about how one should not be a 井底蛙 (literal translation: frog at the bottom of a well -- a dry one, I hope) and how one should aspire to be a 海鸥 (seagull, I think).
He told me about how his son is in Australia and is doing really well and happy there and doesn't even want to come back.
"This place is not for humans to live in" he said. He then asked what I thought I would get from this place. I went for the easy "dunno" way out. Didn't see the use of getting into an argument with him.
He then went on about how US is such a good place to live, with its totally chemical-free fruits and vegetables, and chickens that are not injected with hormones (HUH?!?!??!?), its laid-back lifestyle, where everything is just beautiful and perfect.
It's amazing anyone could be so misled about US, huh?
And even more so, that this is all coming from someone who most probably had never been to US. Or maybe that's actually why he could've been so misled in the first place.
I waited until we got really close to where I was gonna get off, and politely asked:
"Uncle (local way to address older male individuals), since you seem to like the place so much and since you're son is doing so well out there, so how come you're driving a cab here? Why are you not there with him?You should go and stay with him there.Let him take care of you now."
"Ah? Me?"
I must have caught him offguard.
"Yup."
There was a few seconds of silence.
" I don't like bread leh...........I prefer rice."
He laughed and I faked a laugh to go along with it.
" I told my son that I'll go there when I'm older and senile, so I can eat anything."
What a lame excuse, I thought.
And there, right at that second, I felt bad. I felt sorry for him.
I know that some senior citizens nowadays prefer to live by themselves, working to support themselves and to maintain their independence, like my grandparents. However, I also know that not all of them have the benefit of a choice as my grandparents do.What if that's the case with him?
What if I had just made another cut in an open wound?
I remember somewhere along the way, the guy heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head showing a strong disappointment.
" Haiya,......真替你可惜啊...."
He sounded like he was genuinely concerned.
Then I remember my late paternal grampa.
Although he was never as nosy as this guy, I could see some similarities in their "tough guy, tough love" style. Grampa was both the coolest and the grumpiest guy all in one. He said very little when unnecessary but when he's pissed off about something, his old fiery side would come out right away.
I wonder if he would've said the same thing to me:
"你很笨leh!"
I hope not.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Confession of a procrastinator.... (or is it late-bloomer?)
I did. I did. I did.
I have. I have. I have.
I am. I am. I am.
I wish.
I have. I have. I have.
I am. I am. I am.
I wish.
One heck of a bus ride
I'm quite convinced that the bus driver seriously forgot that he still had another passenger on board. OK, so I guess 00.15 am it's not really a good idea to still be on the bus through the industrial park. But, hey, I'm a paying customer, OK?
This guy was swerving from one lane to another, swaying his body along as if moving along with a music playing in his head. By the time he got through the first roundabout (of a few along the way), it seriously felt like I had just gone through a ride in the amusement park.
Brakes? What's that? Neah.. don't know it, don't need it.
Geez, I had to hold on to my dear life, utilizing all my limbs to grab whatever footing and holding I can find just to avoid getting thrown out the window.
But anyway, I was so relieved after being done with my individual presentation today that I didn't even feel the need to curse or anything like that. Didn't even need any alcohol after managing to drag some of my friends out for supper after class. They were just amused at how happy I was.
Yipee!! The two trouble-makers, along with their parents aka. my bro and sis-in-law, are coming to town in the next few days. So should have some "entertainment". Honestly, nowadays, just having more people around is high-intensity entertainment for me. Pathetic? I know....
Hm... somebody suggested backpacking to Phuket over the break? Now that's an interesting idea.... Wonder how long I'll last on the road. Now if we had a car it would be great. Just lurrrve driving. Anyway, I think maybe we should start with Malaysia first though. Redang island's beach looks gorgeous on the website, and I just saw a package that includes 3 snorkeling trips. Tempting idea.... questionable prospect, though.
Anyway,I was also thinking of Penang. When he was still around, Grandpa offered to take me there a few times, but I never took the offer. Now I wonder if he really was just looking for an excuse, and a friend, to go there. He seemed to like the place a lot (though I have no idea what's there). Should've noticed that....
This guy was swerving from one lane to another, swaying his body along as if moving along with a music playing in his head. By the time he got through the first roundabout (of a few along the way), it seriously felt like I had just gone through a ride in the amusement park.
Brakes? What's that? Neah.. don't know it, don't need it.
Geez, I had to hold on to my dear life, utilizing all my limbs to grab whatever footing and holding I can find just to avoid getting thrown out the window.
But anyway, I was so relieved after being done with my individual presentation today that I didn't even feel the need to curse or anything like that. Didn't even need any alcohol after managing to drag some of my friends out for supper after class. They were just amused at how happy I was.
Yipee!! The two trouble-makers, along with their parents aka. my bro and sis-in-law, are coming to town in the next few days. So should have some "entertainment". Honestly, nowadays, just having more people around is high-intensity entertainment for me. Pathetic? I know....
Hm... somebody suggested backpacking to Phuket over the break? Now that's an interesting idea.... Wonder how long I'll last on the road. Now if we had a car it would be great. Just lurrrve driving. Anyway, I think maybe we should start with Malaysia first though. Redang island's beach looks gorgeous on the website, and I just saw a package that includes 3 snorkeling trips. Tempting idea.... questionable prospect, though.
Anyway,I was also thinking of Penang. When he was still around, Grandpa offered to take me there a few times, but I never took the offer. Now I wonder if he really was just looking for an excuse, and a friend, to go there. He seemed to like the place a lot (though I have no idea what's there). Should've noticed that....
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Gullible? me???
Something interesting happened yesterday. It wasn't an eventful day or anything like that but it was interesting.
For the first time ever, someone actually used the word "gullible" to describe me.
Me? gullible?
Interesting...., never in my life have I associated myself with that word.
The thing is I tend to relate being gullible to being "innocent", up to a certain extent (not to mention also slightly "slow"? So, I'm not sure if I should be mad right about...... NOW?).
I definitely don't see myself as being "innocent" for sure, so it's quite hard for me to relate to the word "gullible".
Of course the person who said it is a classmate that has known me only for the past 2.5 months or so, but I do wonder if that's how some people really see me.
Really need to take a longer look at myself in the mirror next time....
For the first time ever, someone actually used the word "gullible" to describe me.
Me? gullible?
Interesting...., never in my life have I associated myself with that word.
The thing is I tend to relate being gullible to being "innocent", up to a certain extent (not to mention also slightly "slow"? So, I'm not sure if I should be mad right about...... NOW?).
I definitely don't see myself as being "innocent" for sure, so it's quite hard for me to relate to the word "gullible".
Of course the person who said it is a classmate that has known me only for the past 2.5 months or so, but I do wonder if that's how some people really see me.
Really need to take a longer look at myself in the mirror next time....
Friday, October 21, 2005
wait a minute.... (!??!?!)
geez.....
this is so ridiculous....
Just realized that for the past few months, I've been running around thinking that I'm one year older than I actually am.
GEEEEZZZ, girl... what's wrong with your brain?????!?!?
Didn't realize this till the other day while my uncle was advising (i.e. lecturing) me on how I should just find someone to settle down and all that stuff. He asked how old I am and I promptly answered: 2X! The same thing I've been telling my new acquaintances in town.
Of course, not that it makes that much of a difference though, since it's almost the end of the year anyway. But still.... even my 5-yr old niece can tell she's almost 5, not almost 6.... ?!?!?!??
So much for all the time and money spent on school huh? can't even get this simple math straight?
Really need to have a CT-scan I think.
Something's wrong up there in my control room.
this is so ridiculous....
Just realized that for the past few months, I've been running around thinking that I'm one year older than I actually am.
GEEEEZZZ, girl... what's wrong with your brain?????!?!?
Didn't realize this till the other day while my uncle was advising (i.e. lecturing) me on how I should just find someone to settle down and all that stuff. He asked how old I am and I promptly answered: 2X! The same thing I've been telling my new acquaintances in town.
Of course, not that it makes that much of a difference though, since it's almost the end of the year anyway. But still.... even my 5-yr old niece can tell she's almost 5, not almost 6.... ?!?!?!??
So much for all the time and money spent on school huh? can't even get this simple math straight?
Really need to have a CT-scan I think.
Something's wrong up there in my control room.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
23.55
Just submitted a report a little over 12 hours ago, 5 minutes before the end of the 19/10/05 deadline.
phewwwhhh...... Have no idea what I was rambling about in the 12-page long discussion.
A classmate was trying to convince me that the $1 per week is worth the hope that you're buying with the TOTO / 4D here. I personally think it's a waste of time but he sure was very convincing though...
We'll see....
In any case, wonder if 2355 would hit.
phewwwhhh...... Have no idea what I was rambling about in the 12-page long discussion.
A classmate was trying to convince me that the $1 per week is worth the hope that you're buying with the TOTO / 4D here. I personally think it's a waste of time but he sure was very convincing though...
We'll see....
In any case, wonder if 2355 would hit.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Disposable memory
Just realized most of my friends have become just text in my inbox or in my IM window. Well..., ok... so I guess maybe once in a while a few animated emoticons (how are we supposed to pronounce this by the way?).
I'm just not sure if it's a good thing or not.
Is it good because I still have them in my thoughts, that at least we are maintaining that thin line called friendship despite our nerve-wrecking daily routines and work pressure? Or is it bad because it's all that I have left from all the great times we used to share?
I just miss a lot of people, that's all. Can't help but wonder if they are thinking of me too. A friend once told me not to hold on too hard to any memory that you have. "People come and people go.... That's life," this friend said, not long before she basically just flew away and disappeared into thin air.
As much as I try to, I am a sucker for nostalgic memories. Think I've managed to let go of a lot and I've managed to drag myself to move on (physically: twice) but I reminisce a lot. Wonder why it is so much easier for everyone else to let go.
Just wish I could do without this 30GB hard drive (or have a teeny, itsy, bitsy one just to run the OS) and just stick with USB thumb drives for good. Disposable memories for your brain.... wouldn't that be great then?
I'm just not sure if it's a good thing or not.
Is it good because I still have them in my thoughts, that at least we are maintaining that thin line called friendship despite our nerve-wrecking daily routines and work pressure? Or is it bad because it's all that I have left from all the great times we used to share?
I just miss a lot of people, that's all. Can't help but wonder if they are thinking of me too. A friend once told me not to hold on too hard to any memory that you have. "People come and people go.... That's life," this friend said, not long before she basically just flew away and disappeared into thin air.
As much as I try to, I am a sucker for nostalgic memories. Think I've managed to let go of a lot and I've managed to drag myself to move on (physically: twice) but I reminisce a lot. Wonder why it is so much easier for everyone else to let go.
Just wish I could do without this 30GB hard drive (or have a teeny, itsy, bitsy one just to run the OS) and just stick with USB thumb drives for good. Disposable memories for your brain.... wouldn't that be great then?
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Mine is sinus
That's my problem alright.
Another freakin' flu attack in less than 2 weeks????!?!?!? Can hardly use my nose right now that I might actually survive without it if you cut it off now. I mean c'mon... that's really pushing it, don't u think?Who in the world gets a second cold less than 2 weeks after the first one?
What the heck is wrong with this place anyway? Or is it me? IS IT REALLY?
This freakin' sinus pain is driving me nuts!!
By now, think I'm quite ready to just use a vacuum cleaner to take care of things. Just get everything out in the open.....
So sorry for the disgusting idea, by the way.
Another freakin' flu attack in less than 2 weeks????!?!?!? Can hardly use my nose right now that I might actually survive without it if you cut it off now. I mean c'mon... that's really pushing it, don't u think?Who in the world gets a second cold less than 2 weeks after the first one?
What the heck is wrong with this place anyway? Or is it me? IS IT REALLY?
This freakin' sinus pain is driving me nuts!!
By now, think I'm quite ready to just use a vacuum cleaner to take care of things. Just get everything out in the open.....
So sorry for the disgusting idea, by the way.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
On the bus
On my way home, with three bags full of school and personal supplies plus the stuff that I had to bring for my private lesson, I was ready to get off the bus. Couldn't wait to get off the cool, air-conditioned bus and walk that short distance home from the bus stop in the disgustingly hot and sticky weather. As I stood up getting ready to get off, an elderly man stood up also and reached out to hold on to one of the poles on the bus. With a slow movement typical of older people, he reached out his hands and put his hands on the hands of an elderly lady who was also holding on to the pole, although she was sitting down. She raised her head and looked at him. I thought she was ready to yell: " YOU PERVERT!!!"(You should've seen my face. It was a really tense split second.)
Instead though, they just looked at each other. For the few minutes we had to stop at the traffic light, they just looked at each other. Not a single word from either one of them. Not a nod. Nothing.
I let them get off first and I watched them walk away from the bus stop.
Suddenly, the thought of my late grandfather just crossed my mind. Not sure why. He wasn't really a touchy feely person. He was a mechanic cum electrician. He wouldn't have passed any quiz you could give him to measure his sensitivity. When he found out that he had cancer, he didn't tell anyone in the family although later on we did anyway. But what he decided to do after he found out is what I find really touching. He tried to make sure my grandma has plenty of supply of this particular type of traditional Chinese show in Teochew, the type that she really liked. It took him a while, but one by one, he managed to score what he needed from his favorite place: the flea market. He decided he needed to make sure my grandma wouldn't have to fight with the grandkids to watch the show, so he went to scour the market for a decent TV, a VCD player and of course the VCDs. It took him a while as he wanted a good bargain, but he managed to get everything together.
Now my grandma lives on those VCDs. Whenever she can get her hands on them, watching the show is the only thing she will be doing all day long. I used to be her favourite, but now she doesn't even want to talk to me anymore.
I miss my grandpa. I wish I had the chance to say good bye to him. But what makes it worse is that I didn't realize I was losing both of them at the same time.
Instead though, they just looked at each other. For the few minutes we had to stop at the traffic light, they just looked at each other. Not a single word from either one of them. Not a nod. Nothing.
I let them get off first and I watched them walk away from the bus stop.
Suddenly, the thought of my late grandfather just crossed my mind. Not sure why. He wasn't really a touchy feely person. He was a mechanic cum electrician. He wouldn't have passed any quiz you could give him to measure his sensitivity. When he found out that he had cancer, he didn't tell anyone in the family although later on we did anyway. But what he decided to do after he found out is what I find really touching. He tried to make sure my grandma has plenty of supply of this particular type of traditional Chinese show in Teochew, the type that she really liked. It took him a while, but one by one, he managed to score what he needed from his favorite place: the flea market. He decided he needed to make sure my grandma wouldn't have to fight with the grandkids to watch the show, so he went to scour the market for a decent TV, a VCD player and of course the VCDs. It took him a while as he wanted a good bargain, but he managed to get everything together.
Now my grandma lives on those VCDs. Whenever she can get her hands on them, watching the show is the only thing she will be doing all day long. I used to be her favourite, but now she doesn't even want to talk to me anymore.
I miss my grandpa. I wish I had the chance to say good bye to him. But what makes it worse is that I didn't realize I was losing both of them at the same time.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Caught in the act
Don't you just hate it when you get caught red-handed? Doesn't matter what you were doing, it sucks when you get caught when browsing your horoscope online during office hours, or when checking out your own reflection on a window, or when wearing socks with holes in them, or wearing the same outfit two days in a row or one of the worst yet most-probable one: when you get caught with something in your teeth that desribes your last meal.
One of the things I end up getting caught with ( a lot) recently is : looking at other people. I'm sorry but I had nothing to do,ok? I mean, why do you think people stand at the bus stop or stand in line at the interchange? Think they're actually waiting for the bus? NOOOOOO..... they're there because they have nothing to do at 11 pm and decided some people watching would be fun, ok? Actually getting on the bus and getting home is only a bonus. Trust me.
One of the things I end up getting caught with ( a lot) recently is : looking at other people. I'm sorry but I had nothing to do,ok? I mean, why do you think people stand at the bus stop or stand in line at the interchange? Think they're actually waiting for the bus? NOOOOOO..... they're there because they have nothing to do at 11 pm and decided some people watching would be fun, ok? Actually getting on the bus and getting home is only a bonus. Trust me.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Special stage performances
Sunday was supposed to be a peaceful, restful day for me here in the little tropical island. At least I thought so.
Last Sunday did not really work out that way though. After spending a full hour of queueing in front of a noodles stall in a hawker's center, I came home from lunch with my uncle and aunt thinking that it was going to be the highlight of the day. We were greeted though with some heavy-duty karaoke singing. We were busy commenting on the vocal quality at first: This lady sucks... now this guy is not bad. Stuff like that. We then completely ignored these idol wannabes. An hour passed. Two. Three. Wait a minute. It was getting ridiculous. I can understand some weekend stress-reliefing hobbies. But 4 hours of karaoke singing? Even Celine Dion won't be able to make it, I think.
The answer then came after my curious aunt took a quick peek out her kitchen windows. It turned out there was a stage performance set up in the parking lot across the street from our block.
I then learned yet another interesting thing about my people. Apparently, some of us believe in offering more than just food and other necessities to the hungry ghosts during this time of the year: Entertainment. What thoughtful people we are.
So apparently, this type of performance has always been held around this time of the year to entertain these spirits. What makes it even more interesting is what I learned later on. Little things like they used to have peking-opera like performances back in the days. But they are more modernized now, hence the karaoke and mando or hokkien pop songs. More interestingly, the first row of the audience seating will always be left empty for these spirits. And..... the performers have to continue performing whether or not they have any audience within sight. For obvious reason, of course.
Well, I like the culture of my people. We are such respectful and thoughtful people.
So, I didn't feel the need to complain when the singing didn't stop after 5 hours. By the sixth hours, I was beginning to hum along with the singers. By the end of the seventh hour, when they stopped, I found myself wishing they had kept the show going on longer. It was getting too quiet for a night in the month of the hungry ghosts.
Last Sunday did not really work out that way though. After spending a full hour of queueing in front of a noodles stall in a hawker's center, I came home from lunch with my uncle and aunt thinking that it was going to be the highlight of the day. We were greeted though with some heavy-duty karaoke singing. We were busy commenting on the vocal quality at first: This lady sucks... now this guy is not bad. Stuff like that. We then completely ignored these idol wannabes. An hour passed. Two. Three. Wait a minute. It was getting ridiculous. I can understand some weekend stress-reliefing hobbies. But 4 hours of karaoke singing? Even Celine Dion won't be able to make it, I think.
The answer then came after my curious aunt took a quick peek out her kitchen windows. It turned out there was a stage performance set up in the parking lot across the street from our block.
I then learned yet another interesting thing about my people. Apparently, some of us believe in offering more than just food and other necessities to the hungry ghosts during this time of the year: Entertainment. What thoughtful people we are.
So apparently, this type of performance has always been held around this time of the year to entertain these spirits. What makes it even more interesting is what I learned later on. Little things like they used to have peking-opera like performances back in the days. But they are more modernized now, hence the karaoke and mando or hokkien pop songs. More interestingly, the first row of the audience seating will always be left empty for these spirits. And..... the performers have to continue performing whether or not they have any audience within sight. For obvious reason, of course.
Well, I like the culture of my people. We are such respectful and thoughtful people.
So, I didn't feel the need to complain when the singing didn't stop after 5 hours. By the sixth hours, I was beginning to hum along with the singers. By the end of the seventh hour, when they stopped, I found myself wishing they had kept the show going on longer. It was getting too quiet for a night in the month of the hungry ghosts.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Sweating onions
Ever heard of this cooking technique? If you haven't, those of you with cable tv should really watch the food channel more. What interesting and informative programs they have there :)
(My favourite, of course, Iron Chef, what else? --- NOT the American Iron Chef show though. I find the lack of originality so not appealing.)
Anyway, sweating the onions, as far as I know, is supposed to bring out the sweetness in the onions.
Well, that only works for onions.At least I think so.
When you get creative with your ingredient and try sweating a person, most of the time that's really not that an attractive idea. There's definitely nothing sweet about it, ok?
This is precisely why I can't help but curse this evil weather, here in the heartlands (Still can't figure out how they came up with the word heartlanders). As much as I would like to think that there is something sweet about me sweating, I really don't have any evidence to prove it.
Alternative solutions so far:
- Not have any fluid in my body (Kinda' tough to do)
- Design and produce a cooling thermal bodysuit (Slightly easier but still tough)
- Not leave my air-conditioned room for the rest of my stay here (Tempting idea)
- Hypnotize myself into believing that I'm an onion: Nothing but sweetness will come out of all this (Yeah, right!).
I seriously am impressed with all the gorgeous ladies here who walk around like they are only 2 seconds behind the leader within less than 50 meters to the finish line in a triathlon right under the wonderful equatorial sun, but still manage to keep all their make-up intact. I am just so greatful that I am not required to put on any on a day-to-day basis. But seriously, how do you do it, ladies? Super sweat-proof make-up? Anti-perspirant body lotion and face moisturizer? Tatoo all the make up on your faces? A special medical procedure to remove all sweat glands from your body?
Any info would be greatly appreciated.
(My favourite, of course, Iron Chef, what else? --- NOT the American Iron Chef show though. I find the lack of originality so not appealing.)
Anyway, sweating the onions, as far as I know, is supposed to bring out the sweetness in the onions.
Well, that only works for onions.At least I think so.
When you get creative with your ingredient and try sweating a person, most of the time that's really not that an attractive idea. There's definitely nothing sweet about it, ok?
This is precisely why I can't help but curse this evil weather, here in the heartlands (Still can't figure out how they came up with the word heartlanders). As much as I would like to think that there is something sweet about me sweating, I really don't have any evidence to prove it.
Alternative solutions so far:
- Not have any fluid in my body (Kinda' tough to do)
- Design and produce a cooling thermal bodysuit (Slightly easier but still tough)
- Not leave my air-conditioned room for the rest of my stay here (Tempting idea)
- Hypnotize myself into believing that I'm an onion: Nothing but sweetness will come out of all this (Yeah, right!).
I seriously am impressed with all the gorgeous ladies here who walk around like they are only 2 seconds behind the leader within less than 50 meters to the finish line in a triathlon right under the wonderful equatorial sun, but still manage to keep all their make-up intact. I am just so greatful that I am not required to put on any on a day-to-day basis. But seriously, how do you do it, ladies? Super sweat-proof make-up? Anti-perspirant body lotion and face moisturizer? Tatoo all the make up on your faces? A special medical procedure to remove all sweat glands from your body?
Any info would be greatly appreciated.
Monday, August 15, 2005
The seventh month
It officially started a few days ago. Yup, the month of the hungry ghosts is what they call it here.
I respect the tradition and I do believe in spirits as in I believe that there is some form of life or world other than what we can see, hear, feel and touch in this world. Personally I'm perfectly fine with that as long as we respect each other's boundary. Let's just keep to ourselves, basically....I mean isn't it how we can achieve harmony in this world?
My problem is, why the heck do people have to make movies exploiting this idea and furthermore, why do they have to be released during this particular month? Isn't it kind of like mocking them?
(Note: OK, now I realize, 1:38 am in the morning is really not the best time to be writing about this. Scenes from horror movies I've (accidentally) seen keep popping up in my mind and now whatever hair I have at the back of my neck is standing up. But with all due respect, I am not the one mocking the whole idea,ok?)
I guess what bugs me the most is because the most convenient way for me to get home from my classes, which don't end until at least 10 p.m., involves a second bus ride with a route around an industrial park. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I mean I think it's a wonderful place. At least it provides income for numerous people in the labor force. But you have to agree with me, a late night bus ride in that type of area with only you as the passenger at times is not really an attractive idea. Especially that late at night and especially during this particular time of the year. And to make things even lovelier, through the wonderful technology of satellite tv on public transportation, they broadcast the commercials for the latest locally-produced movie of a particularly relevant theme (i.e. horror films), exploiting the festivity celebrated this particular time of the year.
Great. Just great.
All I can say is... harmony and peace for all.
I guess I'll just keep on chanting it to myself while concentrating not to respond to any voices from behind me during my bus rides home.
I respect the tradition and I do believe in spirits as in I believe that there is some form of life or world other than what we can see, hear, feel and touch in this world. Personally I'm perfectly fine with that as long as we respect each other's boundary. Let's just keep to ourselves, basically....I mean isn't it how we can achieve harmony in this world?
My problem is, why the heck do people have to make movies exploiting this idea and furthermore, why do they have to be released during this particular month? Isn't it kind of like mocking them?
(Note: OK, now I realize, 1:38 am in the morning is really not the best time to be writing about this. Scenes from horror movies I've (accidentally) seen keep popping up in my mind and now whatever hair I have at the back of my neck is standing up. But with all due respect, I am not the one mocking the whole idea,ok?)
I guess what bugs me the most is because the most convenient way for me to get home from my classes, which don't end until at least 10 p.m., involves a second bus ride with a route around an industrial park. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I mean I think it's a wonderful place. At least it provides income for numerous people in the labor force. But you have to agree with me, a late night bus ride in that type of area with only you as the passenger at times is not really an attractive idea. Especially that late at night and especially during this particular time of the year. And to make things even lovelier, through the wonderful technology of satellite tv on public transportation, they broadcast the commercials for the latest locally-produced movie of a particularly relevant theme (i.e. horror films), exploiting the festivity celebrated this particular time of the year.
Great. Just great.
All I can say is... harmony and peace for all.
I guess I'll just keep on chanting it to myself while concentrating not to respond to any voices from behind me during my bus rides home.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
just rattling here...
I'm on the 6th floor and my window faces a man-made lake. There's a pretty decent-size reservoir just right across the street from the building. You can actually go and feed the turtles and fish there if you want. People usually bring their kids there late in the afternoons. I heard my niece and nephew loved it when they came and stayed here.
I can see a lot from my window. The water. The trees along the street. The path around the lake lined by street lights every 20 meters or so. The buildings across the reservoir. They're mostly industrial buildings, unfortunately. There are some blinking lights from some towers there that always seem to catch my eyes. One time I even saw lighthouse-like structure in my first midnight stroll. Other than that, it's pretty typical like any other place in the island.
I like it when I see people enjoying the fake lake,though. Sometimes they're parents trying to catch up with their kids who just decided to take off, while trying to control the stroller with the baby in it. Sometimes they're couples enjoying the wonderfully polluted night air. Sometimes it's just somebody trying to follow doctors' instruction to stay active and exercise. Sometimes it's just a whole bunch of factory workers looking for a free activity.
Aside from the individual joggers, it seems people only go either as a couple or in groups though. Sometimes I'm just curious what they think of me when they see me there in my running shoes (Note: not suggesting any particular activities is being conducted here :P). Perhaps one giant suicidal ham in running shoes? ^_^
I can see a lot from my window. The water. The trees along the street. The path around the lake lined by street lights every 20 meters or so. The buildings across the reservoir. They're mostly industrial buildings, unfortunately. There are some blinking lights from some towers there that always seem to catch my eyes. One time I even saw lighthouse-like structure in my first midnight stroll. Other than that, it's pretty typical like any other place in the island.
I like it when I see people enjoying the fake lake,though. Sometimes they're parents trying to catch up with their kids who just decided to take off, while trying to control the stroller with the baby in it. Sometimes they're couples enjoying the wonderfully polluted night air. Sometimes it's just somebody trying to follow doctors' instruction to stay active and exercise. Sometimes it's just a whole bunch of factory workers looking for a free activity.
Aside from the individual joggers, it seems people only go either as a couple or in groups though. Sometimes I'm just curious what they think of me when they see me there in my running shoes (Note: not suggesting any particular activities is being conducted here :P). Perhaps one giant suicidal ham in running shoes? ^_^
Friday, August 12, 2005
Monday, August 01, 2005
Borgeois bum
July was an interesting month. Never had been so mobile before in my life. I basically dragged myself and half of my junk half way around the world and moved from 2 countries in less than 3 weeks. Only God knows why 'cause I am definitely, totally, clueless why I even considered doing it. I guess perhaps that's what you do when you're a bourgeois bum :P
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Best granny in the world
Out of nowhere, Grandma approached me while we were just chillin' at my aunt's shop. She said " You know you should take on dancing, too. Just like your cousin."
It really caught me off guard, but before I could say anything, she continued, " Otherwise you'll lose from your cousins. Cousin A just won a local singing competition and cousin B has been winning some ballroom dancing competition. You should go for something like that too. It will be good for you."
I couldn't help but laugh my heart out.
My grandma. She's the best. One of the two best grandmas in the world. The other is my other grandma from my dad's side of the family.
I know some people might find it annoying to be compared in anyway like that by your family. However, I think I know what my grandma is thinking. I tend to (or would like to) look at this whole thing as her having faith in me, that I could do almost anything. Even such an impossible thing (in my case) as ballroom dancing.
You know what, grandma? Thanks for the faith in me.
One of these days, when it's more feasible to do so, I might actually go and do it.
Come to think of it, I haven't talked to her since she left earlier this month.Maybe I'll go and visit her and Grandpa in a week or two. Let's hope I won't be that stuck with school work.
It really caught me off guard, but before I could say anything, she continued, " Otherwise you'll lose from your cousins. Cousin A just won a local singing competition and cousin B has been winning some ballroom dancing competition. You should go for something like that too. It will be good for you."
I couldn't help but laugh my heart out.
My grandma. She's the best. One of the two best grandmas in the world. The other is my other grandma from my dad's side of the family.
I know some people might find it annoying to be compared in anyway like that by your family. However, I think I know what my grandma is thinking. I tend to (or would like to) look at this whole thing as her having faith in me, that I could do almost anything. Even such an impossible thing (in my case) as ballroom dancing.
You know what, grandma? Thanks for the faith in me.
One of these days, when it's more feasible to do so, I might actually go and do it.
Come to think of it, I haven't talked to her since she left earlier this month.Maybe I'll go and visit her and Grandpa in a week or two. Let's hope I won't be that stuck with school work.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Just plain wicked!
I went to see a wonderfully "Wicked" musical yesterday. What a great way to spend the last few days that I have in the city. Bravo! That's all I can say. I clapped till my hands were sore last night.
"But I say: Why invite stress in? Stop studying strife and learn to live the "unexamined life"."
-Fiyero, Wicked-
"But I say: Why invite stress in? Stop studying strife and learn to live the "unexamined life"."
-Fiyero, Wicked-
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Friday, June 17, 2005
Last day at work
Today was my last day at work. I survived the whole day without making any scene, but as I was leaving, one of my colleagues decided to round up whatever people left on the floor to say good bye to me and that did it.
I know some people might not get why it's such a big deal, but what can I say, it just is for me. For a girl who's half-way around the world from home, my co-workers have become my family. I spent more time with them during my approaching-four-year stay here in the Windy city than anyone else. Not only that, they are the nicest, most-caring, warm-hearted people I have ever met in my life, too. I mean, I'm not saying we don't have our "non-Hallmark" moments, but heck, who doesn't? Just as my colleague said: We are just one big dysfunctional family.
I think this hasn't really sunk in yet. I think a major reason why I'm not totally freaked out yet is the fact that I have to entertain one of my friends who's visiting from home and also the fact that I will stil see them next Friday for dinner.
I know some people might not get why it's such a big deal, but what can I say, it just is for me. For a girl who's half-way around the world from home, my co-workers have become my family. I spent more time with them during my approaching-four-year stay here in the Windy city than anyone else. Not only that, they are the nicest, most-caring, warm-hearted people I have ever met in my life, too. I mean, I'm not saying we don't have our "non-Hallmark" moments, but heck, who doesn't? Just as my colleague said: We are just one big dysfunctional family.
I think this hasn't really sunk in yet. I think a major reason why I'm not totally freaked out yet is the fact that I have to entertain one of my friends who's visiting from home and also the fact that I will stil see them next Friday for dinner.
I'm an MDP! YEAHH!!!
According to a recent study by Ajilon, messy-desk people (let’s call them MDP) tend to have higher salaries than non-MDP; specifically, while 66 percent of Americans making $35,000 or less per year are self-described neat freaks, only 11 percent of those earning above $75,000 claim the same. Also, the more educated tend to be messier; only 16 percent consider themselves neat, whereas the percentage for non-college graduates is 29. (http://monster.typepad.com/monsterblog/2005/05/are_you_a_messy.html)
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Addicted to nervous-breakdown
So I guess it's half-official now: I am on my way to be a student (AGAIN!?!?!?!) half way around the world, really close to home. Words can't describe the fear and anxiety that I am feeling, but heck,.... it won't be the first time right?
Sunday, May 22, 2005
white meat vs. dark meat
Could somebody please help us confused souls here:
Are chicken wings white meat or dark meat?
(This post is dedicated to NC. I hope one day this issue would be resolved.)
I am sorry but I guess I am a bit "racist" when it gets to poultry. I strongly prefer white meat over dark meat. I mean, c'mon guys.... is it seriously just me? Can you not smell the strong "chicken body odor" (as my roomie put it) in the dark meat? (She loves dark meat,by the way. Which works out great since we can split a rotisserie chicken nicely that way).Well anyway, I think chicken wings should be considered dark meat but heck, that's my favorite part! And if it tastes good, who cares? So, please give me not thighs, nor drumsticks. But wings?? Oui!OUI!
NC, I hope you'll be able to enjoy them again some day 'cause I think you're missing out on too much.
Are chicken wings white meat or dark meat?
(This post is dedicated to NC. I hope one day this issue would be resolved.)
I am sorry but I guess I am a bit "racist" when it gets to poultry. I strongly prefer white meat over dark meat. I mean, c'mon guys.... is it seriously just me? Can you not smell the strong "chicken body odor" (as my roomie put it) in the dark meat? (She loves dark meat,by the way. Which works out great since we can split a rotisserie chicken nicely that way).Well anyway, I think chicken wings should be considered dark meat but heck, that's my favorite part! And if it tastes good, who cares? So, please give me not thighs, nor drumsticks. But wings?? Oui!OUI!
NC, I hope you'll be able to enjoy them again some day 'cause I think you're missing out on too much.
Friday, May 13, 2005
triskaidekaphobia
A forwarded message from Ms. NH (A good news I guess, since I live on the 13th floor):
Word of the Day for Friday May 13, 2005
triskaidekaphobia \tris-ky-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh\, noun:
A morbid fear of the number 13 or the date Friday the 13th.
Thirteen people, pledged to eliminate triskaidekaphobia, fear of the number 13, today tried to reassure American> sufferers by renting a 13 ft plot of land in Brooklyn for> 13 cents... a month.> --Daily Telegraph, January 14, 1967>> Past disasters linked to the number 13 hardly help> triskaidekaphobics overcome their affliction. The most> famous is the Apollo 13 mission, launched on April 11, 1970> (the sum of 4, 11 and 70 equals 85 - which when added
> 13:13 local time, and struck by an explosion on April 13.> --"It\'s just bad luck that the 13th is so often a Friday,"> [1]Electronic Telegraph, September 8, 1996> _________________________________________________________>> Triskaidekaphobia is a fairly new word (first found in print> in 1911) formed from Greek treiskaideka, triskaideka,> "thirteen" (treis, "three" + kai, "and" + deka, "ten") +> phobos, "fear." The adjective form is triskaidekaphobic. One> who fears the number 13 is a triskaidekaphobe or> triskaidekaphobic.>> There are many [2]theories about the origin of> triskaidekaphobia. In medieval Christian countries the number> 13 came to be considered unlucky because there were 13 persons> at the Last Supper of Christ. Fridays are also unlucky,> because the Crucifixion was on a Friday. Hence a Friday> falling on the thirteenth day would be regarded as especially> unlucky.> Some famous triskaidekaphobes1:> * Napoleon> * Herbert Hoover> * Mark Twain> * Richard Wagner> * Franklin Roosevelt>",1]
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> together comes to 13), from Pad 39 (three times 13) at> 13:13 local time, and struck by an explosion on April 13.> --"It's just bad luck that the 13th is so often a Friday,"> [1]Electronic Telegraph, September 8, 1996> _________________________________________________________>> Triskaidekaphobia is a fairly new word (first found in print> in 1911) formed from Greek treiskaideka, triskaideka,> "thirteen" (treis, "three" + kai, "and" + deka, "ten") +> phobos, "fear." The adjective form is triskaidekaphobic. One> who fears the number 13 is a triskaidekaphobe or> triskaidekaphobic.>> There are many [2]theories about the origin of> triskaidekaphobia. In medieval Christian countries the number> 13 came to be considered unlucky because there were 13 persons> at the Last Supper of Christ. Fridays are also unlucky,> because the Crucifixion was on a Friday. Hence a Friday> falling on the thirteenth day would be regarded as especially> unlucky.> Some famous triskaidekaphobes1:> * Napoleon> * Herbert Hoover> * Mark Twain> * Richard Wagner> * Franklin Roosevelt>
> Friday," [3]Daily Telegraph, September 8, 1996>>References>> 1. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/> 2. http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a3_080.html> 3. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/>>Dictionary.com Entry and Pronunciation>> http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=9&q=triskaidekaphobia>>Note: Audio pronunciation available only to Premium members.>To learn more about the benefits of Premium membership,>visit our site: http://dictionary.reference.com/premium/?r=9>>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ->>The Dictionary.com Toolbar for Internet Explorer: the world\'s>lightest reference library. It\'s free! http://tinyurl.com/2swc5>>_._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._>",1]
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> 1. Source: "It's just bad luck that the 13th is so often a> Friday," [3]Daily Telegraph, September 8, 1996
Word of the Day for Friday May 13, 2005
triskaidekaphobia \tris-ky-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh\, noun:
A morbid fear of the number 13 or the date Friday the 13th.
Thirteen people, pledged to eliminate triskaidekaphobia, fear of the number 13, today tried to reassure American> sufferers by renting a 13 ft plot of land in Brooklyn for> 13 cents... a month.> --Daily Telegraph, January 14, 1967>> Past disasters linked to the number 13 hardly help> triskaidekaphobics overcome their affliction. The most> famous is the Apollo 13 mission, launched on April 11, 1970> (the sum of 4, 11 and 70 equals 85 - which when added
> 13:13 local time, and struck by an explosion on April 13.> --"It\'s just bad luck that the 13th is so often a Friday,"> [1]Electronic Telegraph, September 8, 1996> _________________________________________________________>> Triskaidekaphobia is a fairly new word (first found in print> in 1911) formed from Greek treiskaideka, triskaideka,> "thirteen" (treis, "three" + kai, "and" + deka, "ten") +> phobos, "fear." The adjective form is triskaidekaphobic. One> who fears the number 13 is a triskaidekaphobe or> triskaidekaphobic.>> There are many [2]theories about the origin of> triskaidekaphobia. In medieval Christian countries the number> 13 came to be considered unlucky because there were 13 persons> at the Last Supper of Christ. Fridays are also unlucky,> because the Crucifixion was on a Friday. Hence a Friday> falling on the thirteenth day would be regarded as especially> unlucky.> Some famous triskaidekaphobes1:> * Napoleon> * Herbert Hoover> * Mark Twain> * Richard Wagner> * Franklin Roosevelt>",1]
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> together comes to 13), from Pad 39 (three times 13) at> 13:13 local time, and struck by an explosion on April 13.> --"It's just bad luck that the 13th is so often a Friday,"> [1]Electronic Telegraph, September 8, 1996> _________________________________________________________>> Triskaidekaphobia is a fairly new word (first found in print> in 1911) formed from Greek treiskaideka, triskaideka,> "thirteen" (treis, "three" + kai, "and" + deka, "ten") +> phobos, "fear." The adjective form is triskaidekaphobic. One> who fears the number 13 is a triskaidekaphobe or> triskaidekaphobic.>> There are many [2]theories about the origin of> triskaidekaphobia. In medieval Christian countries the number> 13 came to be considered unlucky because there were 13 persons> at the Last Supper of Christ. Fridays are also unlucky,> because the Crucifixion was on a Friday. Hence a Friday> falling on the thirteenth day would be regarded as especially> unlucky.> Some famous triskaidekaphobes1:> * Napoleon> * Herbert Hoover> * Mark Twain> * Richard Wagner> * Franklin Roosevelt>
> Friday," [3]Daily Telegraph, September 8, 1996>>References>> 1. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/> 2. http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a3_080.html> 3. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/>>Dictionary.com Entry and Pronunciation>> http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=9&q=triskaidekaphobia>>Note: Audio pronunciation available only to Premium members.>To learn more about the benefits of Premium membership,>visit our site: http://dictionary.reference.com/premium/?r=9>>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ->>The Dictionary.com Toolbar for Internet Explorer: the world\'s>lightest reference library. It\'s free! http://tinyurl.com/2swc5>>_._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._>",1]
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> 1. Source: "It's just bad luck that the 13th is so often a> Friday," [3]Daily Telegraph, September 8, 1996
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Ten questions
Bernard Pivot's 10 questions:
1. What is your favorite word? Happy
2. What is your least favorite word? Sad
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Anything new
4. What turns you off? Arrogance
5. What is your favorite curse word? S**t
6. What sound or noise do you love? Laughter, especially a baby’s laugh.
7. What sound or noise do you hate? Deafening silence
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Photographer
9. What profession would you not like to do? Doctor
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Don’t worry, I forgive you. Now go in and find your grampa while you wait for the rest of your family.
1. What is your favorite word? Happy
2. What is your least favorite word? Sad
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Anything new
4. What turns you off? Arrogance
5. What is your favorite curse word? S**t
6. What sound or noise do you love? Laughter, especially a baby’s laugh.
7. What sound or noise do you hate? Deafening silence
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Photographer
9. What profession would you not like to do? Doctor
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Don’t worry, I forgive you. Now go in and find your grampa while you wait for the rest of your family.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
I have never had as much alcohol in one night as what I had last night. As anyone can predict, the result was a disaster. What else would you call it if you didn't get home until after 2.30 am ( I think :P) and you're wide awake by 6.20am? On the other hand, I don't believe I've had this much fun for a while....., not since the 2003 New Year's Eve in New York City at least. This despite my being a "cripple" from my infamous "legends of the fall" .
I have to say though that everybody from work were so nice (not that they are usually not as nice). Everyone seems to be genuinely concerned about each other. That's what I love about my work place. It's just one big happy, and on many occasions dysfunctional, family.
Anyway, going back to the night out with my friends, we went out for Ethiopian food up North and headed to a bar in the Lincoln Square area. What an interesting cuisine they have! Sour, spongy dough that I guess is supposed to be bread and spicy meat dishes. Kind of reminds me of the food back home (minus the sour spongy bread). Nice South African beer, though.
I have to say though that everybody from work were so nice (not that they are usually not as nice). Everyone seems to be genuinely concerned about each other. That's what I love about my work place. It's just one big happy, and on many occasions dysfunctional, family.
Anyway, going back to the night out with my friends, we went out for Ethiopian food up North and headed to a bar in the Lincoln Square area. What an interesting cuisine they have! Sour, spongy dough that I guess is supposed to be bread and spicy meat dishes. Kind of reminds me of the food back home (minus the sour spongy bread). Nice South African beer, though.
Friday, May 06, 2005
05/05/05
There goes my great plan to celebrate this one special day: May 5th, 2005 or 05/05/05 (event originally planned to take place at 5:55 pm).
I successfully managed to sprain my ankle so bad while walking down the stairs to get to the red line the evening before. Ended up having to stay home all day and "R.I.C.E." my fat ankle. I don't recall that many occasion when I found resting to be so exhausting.
I successfully managed to sprain my ankle so bad while walking down the stairs to get to the red line the evening before. Ended up having to stay home all day and "R.I.C.E." my fat ankle. I don't recall that many occasion when I found resting to be so exhausting.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
The apprentice
I had a nightmare yesterday. All the typical fears I used to have when I was still in school: Nasty teammates in a group project, crappy team project results, not being prepared for that one critical presentation. Except this one nightmare was special in one way: Donald Trump was one of the judges in the presentation. Yup, .... the Donald, with the hair, the wince, the attitude and the "you're fired" snapping hand movement.
Can't help but wonder if this is a sign that going back to school is not really a good idea for me. ^_^
Can't help but wonder if this is a sign that going back to school is not really a good idea for me. ^_^
Monday, April 25, 2005
Hock-a-lugie
This is why I love my friends from work so much. They are my dependable source for interesting vocabulary that are way more interesting than my dearly beloved Webster dictionary.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
If it quacks like a duck,.... it is a duck.
(according to this Accounting professor whose class I had to take my first year in grad school)
I really enjoyed today's weather. For all I know, this statement alone could get me killed. ^_^
People were all bundled up from head to toe.... and as my colleague so eloquently put it: It's almost May for God's sake!!!
But really, there's no sarcasm intended in my first statement. I did really enjoy the weather. As I told my friends at work, I am just trying to "absorb" as much cold weather as possible before I head home to the hot and annoyingly sticky climate. Hey,..... I'll take today's flurries and bitter, cold wind anytime and anyday then having to deal with the heat, the stickiness, the sun and all that.
Anyway, here are some pictures from today's outing by the River Walk in Naperville in the wonderfully cold weather:
two to tango
-(chocoholic)-
Three musketeers
-(chocoholic)-
get a room...., man!!
-(chocoholic)-
I really enjoyed today's weather. For all I know, this statement alone could get me killed. ^_^
People were all bundled up from head to toe.... and as my colleague so eloquently put it: It's almost May for God's sake!!!
But really, there's no sarcasm intended in my first statement. I did really enjoy the weather. As I told my friends at work, I am just trying to "absorb" as much cold weather as possible before I head home to the hot and annoyingly sticky climate. Hey,..... I'll take today's flurries and bitter, cold wind anytime and anyday then having to deal with the heat, the stickiness, the sun and all that.
Anyway, here are some pictures from today's outing by the River Walk in Naperville in the wonderfully cold weather:
two to tango
-(chocoholic)-
Three musketeers
-(chocoholic)-
get a room...., man!!
-(chocoholic)-
Monday, April 18, 2005
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Sighting
feeling blue
-(chocoholic)-
Site: North Michigan Ave. ,across the street from Water Tower Place.
Time: approx. 4.30 pm
Object: Dustin Hoffman
Ratings: **/*****
Monday, March 28, 2005
I'm a survivor
I used to have lots and lots of dreams in my sleep and I kind of enjoyed them. I know some people might find them to be a bit tiring and disturbing to their restful sleep, but I look forward to my dreams.
I love my dreams, or maybe the ones I used to have, to be more accurate.
You see, in those dreams, I was a survivor.
I survived an alien attack with zombies who took away my family and friends -- think X-Files, Men in Black and Aliens 1 thru 4 combined (I don't exactly remember how everything turned out but I know I survived the whole ordeal). I survived a full-blown gangster attack (think AK47s in early 90s with Hongkong action movie setup) and actually managed to successfully get my revenge in a counter-attack I skillfully planned. I survived a blood-sucking dracula who had taken in the form of a nasty teacher in secondary school and who basically sucked the life out of everyone in school. I managed to miraculously acquire the skill to basically defy grafity and fly in some of these dreams(or float in zero-gravity-like style, depending on which dream we're talking about). I also survived some seriously major falls. Suicidal jump from an 8-storey high building, deathly falls from mile-high cliffs .... you name it and I had it.
Now, I can't say that I was a brave heroine who faced all the obstacles and adventures in my dreams with no fear whatsoever. In most of them, such as the dracula dream and the falling dreams, I woke up sweating and out of breath with knees so weak that I would have fallen flat on the floor if I had tried to get out of bed but who cares? I was a survivor.
I love those dreams because I got to see some people in them. I got to see my idols and even talked to them. I got to see people that I hadn't seen for a while. They were mostly old friends, though I got to see my grampa once. It was quite a while after he passed away. It was one of those family gatherings we used to have more when he was still around. He was sitting on a chair in a corner, watching my little cousins play and fight like any ordinary day. I saw him smile and I remember feeling he was smiling at me. He didn't seem to be in pain or troubled in any way. No sign of the pain he was in that I heard so much about. No sign of the awful cancer that he had. It was just him, the sweet grampa that he was. Well, maybe not that sweet. But he's one of the two best grampas in the whole world for sure. Gosh, I miss him so much. I miss his toothless smile and the way he chewed his favorite food -- beef (God knows how). I miss his plain white t-shirt with holes from the ashes of his cigarette (He used to get a packet of tobacco and roll his own cigarette. Yeah.... filtered stuff's for wimps I guess :P). I miss his glasses that were so thick I could only see his eyes in the morning right after he got up from a good night's sleep. I miss the late night suppers we used to have whenever both of us were at my aunt's place in Singapore (Roti prata has never been the same). I miss him and it's nice seeing him though only in my dream.
I wish I had more dreams nowadays. Or maybe I should say I wish I could remember the few that I have nowadays on some rare occasions. Most of the ones I have nowadays are not as fun as the ones I used to have, though. Mostly just some random events. None of those full-blown productions that I used to have back in the days, ... back in my youth.
It's almost 4 am now. I think I'll give it another shot. Who knows, I might meet my prince charming tonight. I believe I will definitely survive that dream, too.
Mr. Sandman,
bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
- Mr. Sandman-
I love my dreams, or maybe the ones I used to have, to be more accurate.
You see, in those dreams, I was a survivor.
I survived an alien attack with zombies who took away my family and friends -- think X-Files, Men in Black and Aliens 1 thru 4 combined (I don't exactly remember how everything turned out but I know I survived the whole ordeal). I survived a full-blown gangster attack (think AK47s in early 90s with Hongkong action movie setup) and actually managed to successfully get my revenge in a counter-attack I skillfully planned. I survived a blood-sucking dracula who had taken in the form of a nasty teacher in secondary school and who basically sucked the life out of everyone in school. I managed to miraculously acquire the skill to basically defy grafity and fly in some of these dreams(or float in zero-gravity-like style, depending on which dream we're talking about). I also survived some seriously major falls. Suicidal jump from an 8-storey high building, deathly falls from mile-high cliffs .... you name it and I had it.
Now, I can't say that I was a brave heroine who faced all the obstacles and adventures in my dreams with no fear whatsoever. In most of them, such as the dracula dream and the falling dreams, I woke up sweating and out of breath with knees so weak that I would have fallen flat on the floor if I had tried to get out of bed but who cares? I was a survivor.
I love those dreams because I got to see some people in them. I got to see my idols and even talked to them. I got to see people that I hadn't seen for a while. They were mostly old friends, though I got to see my grampa once. It was quite a while after he passed away. It was one of those family gatherings we used to have more when he was still around. He was sitting on a chair in a corner, watching my little cousins play and fight like any ordinary day. I saw him smile and I remember feeling he was smiling at me. He didn't seem to be in pain or troubled in any way. No sign of the pain he was in that I heard so much about. No sign of the awful cancer that he had. It was just him, the sweet grampa that he was. Well, maybe not that sweet. But he's one of the two best grampas in the whole world for sure. Gosh, I miss him so much. I miss his toothless smile and the way he chewed his favorite food -- beef (God knows how). I miss his plain white t-shirt with holes from the ashes of his cigarette (He used to get a packet of tobacco and roll his own cigarette. Yeah.... filtered stuff's for wimps I guess :P). I miss his glasses that were so thick I could only see his eyes in the morning right after he got up from a good night's sleep. I miss the late night suppers we used to have whenever both of us were at my aunt's place in Singapore (Roti prata has never been the same). I miss him and it's nice seeing him though only in my dream.
I wish I had more dreams nowadays. Or maybe I should say I wish I could remember the few that I have nowadays on some rare occasions. Most of the ones I have nowadays are not as fun as the ones I used to have, though. Mostly just some random events. None of those full-blown productions that I used to have back in the days, ... back in my youth.
It's almost 4 am now. I think I'll give it another shot. Who knows, I might meet my prince charming tonight. I believe I will definitely survive that dream, too.
Mr. Sandman,
bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
- Mr. Sandman-
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Happy St. Pat's day
Forgot to put on something green today... not that I have that many green items in my closet. In order to avoid further torture from a certain girl at work who kept pinching my arms, I had to resort to putting a tiny green paperclip on my sleeves .
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Saturday night live...
Had a farewell lunch today with yet another friends who's leaving town. This time I didn't say good bye though. Instead I said : See ya' soon...!
I don't know why... The words just flew out of my mouth.
Went to see the Body Works exhibition at the Museum of Science and Industry on Friday(http://www.msichicago.org/bodyworlds/index.html). It was very interesting.... Managed to successfully freak myself out within the first 10 minutes 'cause I kept staring at the eyes .... Within half an hour or so after that, I somehow successfully managed to make myself numb though. I managed to somehow touch a plasticized lung and a sliced thoracic plasticine, and can even calmly declare that the last display, the lady in the archer pose, was simply BEAUTIFUL.
The sliced plasticine of an obese body kind of freaked me out though. (Note: must revisit New Year's resolution items).
Got home to an extremely quiet apartment, sat down for a skype session with my mom and brother (and my dad for about 30 seconds before they had to leave), and then sat in bed through a whole DVD. Basically bawled my eyes out in doing so and all I can say is: Noah Calhoun, where art thou?
You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.
- Snatch (2000) -
I don't know why... The words just flew out of my mouth.
Went to see the Body Works exhibition at the Museum of Science and Industry on Friday(http://www.msichicago.org/bodyworlds/index.html). It was very interesting.... Managed to successfully freak myself out within the first 10 minutes 'cause I kept staring at the eyes .... Within half an hour or so after that, I somehow successfully managed to make myself numb though. I managed to somehow touch a plasticized lung and a sliced thoracic plasticine, and can even calmly declare that the last display, the lady in the archer pose, was simply BEAUTIFUL.
The sliced plasticine of an obese body kind of freaked me out though. (Note: must revisit New Year's resolution items).
Got home to an extremely quiet apartment, sat down for a skype session with my mom and brother (and my dad for about 30 seconds before they had to leave), and then sat in bed through a whole DVD. Basically bawled my eyes out in doing so and all I can say is: Noah Calhoun, where art thou?
You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.
- Snatch (2000) -
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
NUMANUMAIEI !!!!!!
hahaha....
yeah... I know I'm kinda' behind, but who cares??? I'm afraid I am one of those who enjoyed the wonderful lip-synching performance by the 16-year old kid (still don't have a clue what his real name is: WAY TO GO KID!!! YOU'RE HILARIOUS!!!!! O-Zone should give you a commission!!).
Yeah... the past few weeks have been kinda slow that the video was really close to being the highlight of my week (Pathetic, huh?.. I KNOOOW!!!). What I found most funny was the fact that this kid reminds me so much of one of my good friends (GO, GIRBO! GO, GIRBO! :D).
yeah... I know I'm kinda' behind, but who cares??? I'm afraid I am one of those who enjoyed the wonderful lip-synching performance by the 16-year old kid (still don't have a clue what his real name is: WAY TO GO KID!!! YOU'RE HILARIOUS!!!!! O-Zone should give you a commission!!).
Yeah... the past few weeks have been kinda slow that the video was really close to being the highlight of my week (Pathetic, huh?.. I KNOOOW!!!). What I found most funny was the fact that this kid reminds me so much of one of my good friends (GO, GIRBO! GO, GIRBO! :D).
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Quoted confession of a Twixter
"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone..............it just sort of happens one day. One day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this right of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."
- Garden State(2004)-
Thanks Zach Braff! Personally I'm not crazy at all about Scrubs.... but BRAVO for a job extremely well done in Garden State!
- Garden State(2004)-
Thanks Zach Braff! Personally I'm not crazy at all about Scrubs.... but BRAVO for a job extremely well done in Garden State!
Friday, February 11, 2005
a la folie...pas du tout
Found this explanation about the title of the film A la folie, pas du tout (He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not....) :
il m'aime ...
... un peu
... beaucoup
... passionnément
... à la folie
... pas du tout
Quite an interesting movie by the way....
il m'aime ...
... un peu
... beaucoup
... passionnément
... à la folie
... pas du tout
Quite an interesting movie by the way....
Thursday, February 10, 2005
I hate politics!
Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence:
You shine in your ability to realate to and understand others.Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel.You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations.A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict.You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.
http://www.blogthings.com/intelligencequiz.html
You've gotta be kidding me.... I HATE POLITICS!!
You shine in your ability to realate to and understand others.Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel.You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations.A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict.You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.
http://www.blogthings.com/intelligencequiz.html
You've gotta be kidding me.... I HATE POLITICS!!
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
New Year's resolution v2.0
Had Chinese New Year Dinner with my closest friends in Chi-town (minus spikey bro). Though it's nothing crazy like the reunion dinner my family used to have at home, I'm really glad we made it. They're basically my family here, far far away from home. (I luv ya guys!!)
My New Year's resolution v2.0 aka Chinese New Year resolution:
My New Year's resolution v2.0 aka Chinese New Year resolution:
- Maximize my level of utility from consumption of netflix's service, i.e. must reduce dvd turnaround time.
- Maximize my level of utility from my SUPER BASIC french class, e.g. by improving my 'chicken-a**" pouting skills and maximizing the coverage of the "local, man-made rain" from trying to produce a convincing "r" sound.
- Maximize my level of utility from consumption of good fortune that's supposed to come this rooster year for all of us "snake" people.
- Maximize my level of utility from consumption of the remaining time that I have here in chi-town. Just as what I've been telling myself: This could very well be your last ..... here(fill in the blanks) , .... so enjoy it as much as you can! Who knows where you're gonna be tomorrow?
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Fallen Angel?
Location : Morton Arboretum, IL
Me (Director), Myself (Stunt person), and I (Cinematography)
-(chocoholic)-
Saturday, February 05, 2005
When...
"They say, when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up. "
-Big Fish (2003)-
-Big Fish (2003)-
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
The end of the fellowship?
I hate it when a good story ends. I hate those last pages of the novel when I really want the characters to stay with me. Or maybe it's me who really want to stay with them. I wonder how I'd feel when JK Rowling stops hatching those money-making golden-eggs Harry Potters of hers. I've always been a sucker for series, almost any series... I think simply because of this one reason: I don't like any ending to any good story. I don't want it to end. Period.
However, I do need to point out that the Edge of Reason sequel to Bridget Jones' Diary was a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE idea. The book was not even remotely as fun and enjoyable as the original. There you go... so I guess I'm a selective sucker for series and sequels.
When I brought up the subject of my leaving Uncle Sam for good, this one good friend of mine basically said: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
(Hahahhaa.... you're so funny, Miss M!)
Anyway, yeah.. I wonder if it is really the time for the fellowship to end this time. Though there's no ring to be destroyed, no raw-fish-eating-weird-looking- Gollum-like creatures around, no awesomely-cool-elf-archer to drool at and no throne to be reclaim from a crazy steward, it sure won't be easy for me when the time comes.
Wonder how I'll manage it. I really have no idea. Guess we'll just have to wait and see...
However, I do need to point out that the Edge of Reason sequel to Bridget Jones' Diary was a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE idea. The book was not even remotely as fun and enjoyable as the original. There you go... so I guess I'm a selective sucker for series and sequels.
When I brought up the subject of my leaving Uncle Sam for good, this one good friend of mine basically said: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
(Hahahhaa.... you're so funny, Miss M!)
Anyway, yeah.. I wonder if it is really the time for the fellowship to end this time. Though there's no ring to be destroyed, no raw-fish-eating-weird-looking- Gollum-like creatures around, no awesomely-cool-elf-archer to drool at and no throne to be reclaim from a crazy steward, it sure won't be easy for me when the time comes.
Wonder how I'll manage it. I really have no idea. Guess we'll just have to wait and see...
Saturday, January 22, 2005
I was supposed to be back home this weekend. My very, very best friend was getting married. I had promised to be there but bailed out about 5 months ago. Instead all I could do was just ask my mom to drop off my present for her and call her early in the morning while she was getting made up for the event. I was kinda sad cause I could only say a quick congratulation and that was it as she had tons of things to do. I really, really wanted to be there for that important day of hers.
However, on a much lighter note, I had a great time with another best friend who came to visit for a whole week. She got here last weekend and I really enjoyed the company. We didn't really get to do lots of things together since I can't take any day off from work (am trying to save my vacation days) , but it was sure fun having her around. It was really quiet once she left this morning that I was a bit sad. If only I had a genie, I wonder if one of my wishes would be to have every single person in my family and every single friend that I have stick around me forever.
However, on a much lighter note, I had a great time with another best friend who came to visit for a whole week. She got here last weekend and I really enjoyed the company. We didn't really get to do lots of things together since I can't take any day off from work (am trying to save my vacation days) , but it was sure fun having her around. It was really quiet once she left this morning that I was a bit sad. If only I had a genie, I wonder if one of my wishes would be to have every single person in my family and every single friend that I have stick around me forever.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Sunday, January 09, 2005
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One beautiful winter day full of slushy ice
-(chocomania)-
One foot on the ground, one foot on the plank. Do I head to the ship or to the city? If nineteenhundred was afraid of the infinity of the city and the land, I find myself fearful of the finite just as much as the infinite.
Went sledding for the first time in my life today. It was FUN though the drive to the park wasn't exciting at all. I wish we had a place to do that closer to the city.
Gotta get back to school tomorrow!!!!! AAARGGGGGHHHH... I'm so not up to it right now.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Brand new year
So here we are, in 2005....
A brand new year, yaiikkss.... gonna be officially a year older in a few weeks. I miss my youth dearly.... Signs of quarter-life crisis perhaps?
"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back?"~Frodo
A brand new year, yaiikkss.... gonna be officially a year older in a few weeks. I miss my youth dearly.... Signs of quarter-life crisis perhaps?
"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back?"~Frodo
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