My father who raised me for 26 years had passed away on the 17th November 2005.
I don't know what I am feeling now.
I still have things to do and his last wish for me to fulfil.
But I feel stuck.
I am irritable at every small issue now. This is bad.
I remember crying uncontrollably for the first time in many years on that day.
There was so much I had wanted to do for him when I would have come back from Sydney.
But now, it all became a mere possibility that remains stuck on 17th November 2005.
I miss him alot.
I really hope his essence, his soul will go on to the Western Paradise as described in the Buddhist scriptures.
I really do miss him.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Numbers for thought...
According to an article in the Goodweekend (29 Oct 2005), a weekend magazine of the Sydney Morning Herald, there are some interesting statistics with regards toimmigration figures to Australia.
Settler arrivals by birthplace,
Singapore
1993-1994
502
2003-2004
2224
So over a period of ten years, the numbers from Singapore jumped by a factor of four.
China, India and Sudan showed a similar jump in terms of factor, while South Africa and Zimbawe increased by a factor of five and ten respectively.
Interestingly, the numbers from Hong Kong dropped drastically by a factor of three (from 3333 in 93-94 to 1125 in 03-04).
This clearly is not the aggregate numbers but rather it seemed to be a year on year basis. However, the numbers indicated do not differentiate between permanent migration to those who are on a temporary basis (like students for example). Still, it gives some food for thought. The numbers are from DIMIA.
Settler arrivals by birthplace,
Singapore
1993-1994
502
2003-2004
2224
So over a period of ten years, the numbers from Singapore jumped by a factor of four.
China, India and Sudan showed a similar jump in terms of factor, while South Africa and Zimbawe increased by a factor of five and ten respectively.
Interestingly, the numbers from Hong Kong dropped drastically by a factor of three (from 3333 in 93-94 to 1125 in 03-04).
This clearly is not the aggregate numbers but rather it seemed to be a year on year basis. However, the numbers indicated do not differentiate between permanent migration to those who are on a temporary basis (like students for example). Still, it gives some food for thought. The numbers are from DIMIA.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The zazzle
Sometimes, fate plays a cruel joke. Like the legends of the past, what one lech for, always seems to be around the corner, but never, within my grasp.
Kind counsel abound, the fog of war twirls round the mind, stumbling steps I take. Yet again. And again.
The sounds of the ship horn blast through the air, and I will, sink again to the cold depths, akin to the destiny of the cursed maiden, fair Titanic.
Kind counsel abound, the fog of war twirls round the mind, stumbling steps I take. Yet again. And again.
The sounds of the ship horn blast through the air, and I will, sink again to the cold depths, akin to the destiny of the cursed maiden, fair Titanic.
3 old ladies
Once upon a time, there were three old ladies. They didn't want to die out in the open. So they came up with a plan.
The plan was to rob a bank. For one, is to live out her dream, to do what she want. Before she fades away into the shadows, away with Death.
They eventually got caught, and the one who dreamt, saw Death waiting, and slept peacefully away on the hard prison bed.
Her dear two friends, waited, And being like any other good old ladies, they behaved well, and were released soon after 8 months of prison life. They were lucky, their klutzy adorers had found the money that was spirited away (the police never found them because the driver of the getaway car hid the money in an old folks home).
The money was used to buy a rusting old fishing boat. The two old ladies were understandably non too happy with it, but it was all good.
The plan was to rob a bank. For one, is to live out her dream, to do what she want. Before she fades away into the shadows, away with Death.
They eventually got caught, and the one who dreamt, saw Death waiting, and slept peacefully away on the hard prison bed.
Her dear two friends, waited, And being like any other good old ladies, they behaved well, and were released soon after 8 months of prison life. They were lucky, their klutzy adorers had found the money that was spirited away (the police never found them because the driver of the getaway car hid the money in an old folks home).
The money was used to buy a rusting old fishing boat. The two old ladies were understandably non too happy with it, but it was all good.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Last stick of ciggie
Ciggie, heh, I've used the bastardised form for cigarette. Nice, life should be convenient.
It's just 6 mnutes past 3 am (AEST), and the last stub lies miserably together with its two cousins in a lid that I conveniently use as a makeshift ashtray. Like an awkward threesome with no voyeurs.
It's a cool dusk, wet from the smattering of rain, falling where it is not needed the most. That, my friend, is not convenient. Firstly, it drives the mosquitoes into my room, through the balcony door left ajar. Thus the motivation to fill the room with ciggie smoke to literally smoke out the mosquitoes. Heh, a failed experiment of course, cigarette smoke are never meant to substitute for mozzie coils.
Secondly, it makes you feel just a tad more miserable than you already are, especially if you are still staying up.
Thirdly, it just mocks at you, for not having another warm body by your side when you lay down beneath the cover. Of course this betrays one of my desires, need, want, dreams. For now, I make do with a faux version of the vulpes vulpes.
But, there is just something magical about the sounds of rain falling amongst the veil of the eventide.
It's just 6 mnutes past 3 am (AEST), and the last stub lies miserably together with its two cousins in a lid that I conveniently use as a makeshift ashtray. Like an awkward threesome with no voyeurs.
It's a cool dusk, wet from the smattering of rain, falling where it is not needed the most. That, my friend, is not convenient. Firstly, it drives the mosquitoes into my room, through the balcony door left ajar. Thus the motivation to fill the room with ciggie smoke to literally smoke out the mosquitoes. Heh, a failed experiment of course, cigarette smoke are never meant to substitute for mozzie coils.
Secondly, it makes you feel just a tad more miserable than you already are, especially if you are still staying up.
Thirdly, it just mocks at you, for not having another warm body by your side when you lay down beneath the cover. Of course this betrays one of my desires, need, want, dreams. For now, I make do with a faux version of the vulpes vulpes.
But, there is just something magical about the sounds of rain falling amongst the veil of the eventide.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
小薇 from the past
小薇
有一个美丽的小女孩 她的名字叫作小薇
她有双温柔的眼睛 她悄悄偷走我的心
小薇啊 你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你
有一个美丽的小女孩 她的名字叫作小薇
她有双温柔的眼睛 她悄悄偷走我的心
小薇啊 你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你 小薇啊
你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你
有一个美丽的小女孩 她的名字叫作小薇
她有双温柔的眼睛 她悄悄偷走我的心
小薇啊 你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你
有一个美丽的小女孩 她的名字叫作小薇
她有双温柔的眼睛 她悄悄偷走我的心
小薇啊 你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你 小薇啊
你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Random meanderings
"Who are you?"
"Where did you come from?"
"Why are you here?"
"Where are you trying to go from here?"
"What is most important to you...?"
-Tsubasa Chronicles 20-
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Why blogging is seditious?
Premise 1: Blogging requires some thinking
Premise 2: Thinking is dangerous, mostly.
Conclusion: Blogging is therefore dangerous.
(May be removed/edited)
"Where did you come from?"
"Why are you here?"
"Where are you trying to go from here?"
"What is most important to you...?"
-Tsubasa Chronicles 20-
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Why blogging is seditious?
Premise 1: Blogging requires some thinking
Premise 2: Thinking is dangerous, mostly.
Conclusion: Blogging is therefore dangerous.
(May be removed/edited)
Friday, September 16, 2005
It's friday night...
and what are you doing?
It's a cold tonight in Sydney. I wonder if you still remember the nights here.
The puffs of your warm breathes fascinates me to no end. Does it still do for you as well?
I remember the wet nights that often accompanies spring's entrance, do the falling rain still makes you look out the window?
The distant sounds of the traffic, ever unceasing, the infrequent stillness of the night, broken by the screams of piercing sirens. Do you still hear them often?
The wet sounds emmanting from every step pounding on the uneven pavement, and the cold biting winds, harshly tells me that Spring is coming.
Spring is coming. It is Friday night, and what are you doing?
It's a cold tonight in Sydney. I wonder if you still remember the nights here.
The puffs of your warm breathes fascinates me to no end. Does it still do for you as well?
I remember the wet nights that often accompanies spring's entrance, do the falling rain still makes you look out the window?
The distant sounds of the traffic, ever unceasing, the infrequent stillness of the night, broken by the screams of piercing sirens. Do you still hear them often?
The wet sounds emmanting from every step pounding on the uneven pavement, and the cold biting winds, harshly tells me that Spring is coming.
Spring is coming. It is Friday night, and what are you doing?
Sunday, September 11, 2005
September 11
Wow, it's September 11 again.
*Closed my eyes and wished hard for world peace world peace world peace....*
Listening to: Yoru Wo Kakeru
*Closed my eyes and wished hard for world peace world peace world peace....*
Listening to: Yoru Wo Kakeru
Thursday, September 08, 2005
AGM 2005
The agm was over a couple of hours ago. Just can't help thinking we could have done it much more properly and organised. Blame it on my pedantic need to get things done right. Why organise something where we do it the SAF way: rush to wait wait to rush.
No one else seemed to know what to do and the one who should look more presidential was happy to wait. Fine. I am just another kancheong spider that will be blown away in the wiind.
And surprisingly there was some politicking going on in the presidential elections, since I was expecting just a straight fight between the two contestants without any other third parties.
But guess I was wrong. But the right person did get elected and so shall it be.
The pacing of the agm didn't feel very comfortable and there is the perennial sydromne where people leave after voting for the president.
Fact of life: nobody gives a shit about the rest of the supporting committee.
Fact of life number 2: it's also the very well connected people that gets to high places. I am pretty sure hard work and effort is a factor in success as well but how much of it also depends on the aforementioned.
Now to await the dreaded awards.
No one else seemed to know what to do and the one who should look more presidential was happy to wait. Fine. I am just another kancheong spider that will be blown away in the wiind.
And surprisingly there was some politicking going on in the presidential elections, since I was expecting just a straight fight between the two contestants without any other third parties.
But guess I was wrong. But the right person did get elected and so shall it be.
The pacing of the agm didn't feel very comfortable and there is the perennial sydromne where people leave after voting for the president.
Fact of life: nobody gives a shit about the rest of the supporting committee.
Fact of life number 2: it's also the very well connected people that gets to high places. I am pretty sure hard work and effort is a factor in success as well but how much of it also depends on the aforementioned.
Now to await the dreaded awards.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
The last post
must be some of the shittest post I ever written. But i don't believe in authoritarian censorship, so it shall be left behind to torment whoever dares venture here.
Sometimes
The world of the looking glass.
Is so unreal.
And, yet, can bring real pain.
Then, you, sometimes, sometimes dream.
About that, auric, blazing star rise.
In the, thin boundary yonder.
And, as I gaze, upon your silhouette.
Cast upon the cold surface.
Listening, wondering, of the tales.
From the hearts asunder.
Then before, the rays' strength is at its zenith.
Silently, swiftly, gently shall my shadow fade.
Is so unreal.
And, yet, can bring real pain.
Then, you, sometimes, sometimes dream.
About that, auric, blazing star rise.
In the, thin boundary yonder.
And, as I gaze, upon your silhouette.
Cast upon the cold surface.
Listening, wondering, of the tales.
From the hearts asunder.
Then before, the rays' strength is at its zenith.
Silently, swiftly, gently shall my shadow fade.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Wondering skeptic
I was trying to see if I can view the NDP rally speech online, to see what sort of goodie bag the government is giving out.
Unfortunately, our very competitive media industry have only one main broadcaster, and the main source of such a livestreaming was to have come from the ChannelNewsAsia (at the rate that we import CHinese people, it's going to be called ChinaNewAsia soon, wahaha...oops oops, falling into the insular singaporean mode again).
Anyway, because our CNA see themselves as the BBC of Asia, they also put all their videocasting of their shows through the Real Network, and you have to subscribe to their premium version of the Realplayer to get access to premium content. And as I am a poor student, with no credit card, I am left with no option but to give RealPlayer a middle finger and say goodbye to the live webcast.
So much for trying to connect to all Singaporeans.
Unfortunately, our very competitive media industry have only one main broadcaster, and the main source of such a livestreaming was to have come from the ChannelNewsAsia (at the rate that we import CHinese people, it's going to be called ChinaNewAsia soon, wahaha...oops oops, falling into the insular singaporean mode again).
Anyway, because our CNA see themselves as the BBC of Asia, they also put all their videocasting of their shows through the Real Network, and you have to subscribe to their premium version of the Realplayer to get access to premium content. And as I am a poor student, with no credit card, I am left with no option but to give RealPlayer a middle finger and say goodbye to the live webcast.
So much for trying to connect to all Singaporeans.
Friday, August 19, 2005
The skeptical cynic strikes!
From Todayonline (18 August 2005)
Letter from Janaine Lau
Press Secretary to Minister for Law
Your article "Changing Istana" (Aug 13-14), although purporting to be based on views of experts, contained misleading and inaccurate statements about the constitutional role of the President and his relationship with the Council of Presidential Advisers (CPA).
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First, the article said that in 2004, Parliament passed new provisions "to make it possible for the Government to transfer its reserves to selected statutory boards and Government companies, without such transfers being regarded as a draw on past reserves".
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In fact, the amendments merely enabled the Government to transfer its past reserves to the past reserves of protected statutory boards and Government companies. This would not enable the Government to draw on these past reserves.
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Secondly, the article said the majority of the six-member CPA "must agree with the President before he can effectively veto the Government's budget or key appointments".
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There is no requirement that the CPA has to agree with the President before he can exercise his veto. However, if the President vetoes the budget or key appointments contrary to the CPA's recommendation, the veto can be overridden by a two-thirds majority in Parliament. But if the CPA agrees with the President, then his veto is final and cannot be overridden by Parliament.
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Notice the words in bold above.
From the dictionary.com, the definition of veto:
n. pl. ve·toes
1.
1. The vested power or constitutional right of one branch or department of government to refuse approval of measures proposed by another department, especially the power of a chief executive to reject a bill passed by the legislature and thus prevent or delay its enactment into law.
2. Exercise of this right.
3. An official document or message from a chief executive stating the reasons for rejection of a bill.
2. An authoritative prohibition or rejection of a proposed or intended act.
tr.v. ve·toed, ve·to·ing, ve·toes
1. To prevent (a legislative bill) from becoming law by exercising the power of veto.
2. To forbid or prohibit authoritatively.
Then let's see the make up of the Council of Presidential Advisors (from http://www.istana.gov.sg/cpa.html):
The Council comprises six members, of whom two are appointed by the President at his discretion, two are the Prime Minister's nominees, one is the Chief Justice's nominee and the sixth, the nominee of the Chairman of the Public Service Commission.
And then let's see who makes up the majority of the Parliament (from here):
Total of 84 seats in Parliament.
seats by party - PAP 82, WP 1, SPP 1
And we just wonder why was there so much hoo ha about the non-president elections earlier.
Letter from Janaine Lau
Press Secretary to Minister for Law
Your article "Changing Istana" (Aug 13-14), although purporting to be based on views of experts, contained misleading and inaccurate statements about the constitutional role of the President and his relationship with the Council of Presidential Advisers (CPA).
.
First, the article said that in 2004, Parliament passed new provisions "to make it possible for the Government to transfer its reserves to selected statutory boards and Government companies, without such transfers being regarded as a draw on past reserves".
.
In fact, the amendments merely enabled the Government to transfer its past reserves to the past reserves of protected statutory boards and Government companies. This would not enable the Government to draw on these past reserves.
.
Secondly, the article said the majority of the six-member CPA "must agree with the President before he can effectively veto the Government's budget or key appointments".
.
There is no requirement that the CPA has to agree with the President before he can exercise his veto. However, if the President vetoes the budget or key appointments contrary to the CPA's recommendation, the veto can be overridden by a two-thirds majority in Parliament. But if the CPA agrees with the President, then his veto is final and cannot be overridden by Parliament.
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Notice the words in bold above.
From the dictionary.com, the definition of veto:
n. pl. ve·toes
1.
1. The vested power or constitutional right of one branch or department of government to refuse approval of measures proposed by another department, especially the power of a chief executive to reject a bill passed by the legislature and thus prevent or delay its enactment into law.
2. Exercise of this right.
3. An official document or message from a chief executive stating the reasons for rejection of a bill.
2. An authoritative prohibition or rejection of a proposed or intended act.
tr.v. ve·toed, ve·to·ing, ve·toes
1. To prevent (a legislative bill) from becoming law by exercising the power of veto.
2. To forbid or prohibit authoritatively.
Then let's see the make up of the Council of Presidential Advisors (from http://www.istana.gov.sg/cpa.html):
The Council comprises six members, of whom two are appointed by the President at his discretion, two are the Prime Minister's nominees, one is the Chief Justice's nominee and the sixth, the nominee of the Chairman of the Public Service Commission.
And then let's see who makes up the majority of the Parliament (from here):
Total of 84 seats in Parliament.
seats by party - PAP 82, WP 1, SPP 1
And we just wonder why was there so much hoo ha about the non-president elections earlier.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
This guy is good
Hope the newspaper don't sue me for copying direct but am rather tired of having to hyperlink stuff.
Man busted by three wives
From correspondents in London
August 12, 2005
WHEN Melvyn Reed went into hospital for a heart bypass operation, his loved ones were anxious to be with him as he recovered.
But things got unexpectedly crowded around the bedside of the 58-year-old car salesman. And while his heart was on the mend, three others were soon broken.
For first, one of his wives turned up to comfort him. Then another. Then another. All within minutes of each other.
It was only then that the three women, who live in different parts of England, realised the bespectacled, portly businessman was a bigamist who had been living several secret lives for years.
Two weeks after he was discharged, Reed walked into a police station on the advice of his solicitor and admitted his deception.
He was later given a four-month suspended prison sentence by magistrates in Wimbledon for two counts of bigamy.
Advertisement:
Recalling the fateful day the three women all turned up at the hospital, Reed told police: "Unfortunately, the timing of the visits went out of sync and they all arrived at once."
His first wife -- his only legitimate one -- is said to be standing by him.
Man busted by three wives
From correspondents in London
August 12, 2005
WHEN Melvyn Reed went into hospital for a heart bypass operation, his loved ones were anxious to be with him as he recovered.
But things got unexpectedly crowded around the bedside of the 58-year-old car salesman. And while his heart was on the mend, three others were soon broken.
For first, one of his wives turned up to comfort him. Then another. Then another. All within minutes of each other.
It was only then that the three women, who live in different parts of England, realised the bespectacled, portly businessman was a bigamist who had been living several secret lives for years.
Two weeks after he was discharged, Reed walked into a police station on the advice of his solicitor and admitted his deception.
He was later given a four-month suspended prison sentence by magistrates in Wimbledon for two counts of bigamy.
Advertisement:
Recalling the fateful day the three women all turned up at the hospital, Reed told police: "Unfortunately, the timing of the visits went out of sync and they all arrived at once."
His first wife -- his only legitimate one -- is said to be standing by him.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Patriotism?
Exactly what does it mean by being patriotic? Why do some people like to quote latin sayings that essentially means to sacrifice for the greater good? Where is the sense of that? I do not claim to know nor do I really care how good is it for the people that I should cut off my own tongue for them.
I like life, I don't want to die or get incaerated unnecessarily. I like the kind of socially constructed freedom that I currently enjoy. I despise those who try to take that away from me. Unfortunately, some of us don't have a choice.
When I was younger, I used to clamour for the chance to go for any of the national day parade. It conveyed a sense of awe and even some sort of inspiration in me, to strive and become someone as useful as those who were marching in the impressively neat columns. It was of course a great treat to see fireworks then, since it was restricted to only national days and new year eve countdowns.
I remembered once I attended a national day parade rehersal, it was indeed quite overwhelming, what with the seemingly rousing national day songs, flag fly past, I even saluted the flag when I was still just only barely 17. Nothing wrong with that, I love my country then, and I think I still do, although in a very different manner from what some above said people thinks the best way to do.
I don't know what will I do in the near future, with graduation looming, I fear the grasp of my homeland with her ice cold fingers, the sunny island belies a certain dark character underneath her veneer of propserity. But know this I will, and some way I will find, soon.
I like life, I don't want to die or get incaerated unnecessarily. I like the kind of socially constructed freedom that I currently enjoy. I despise those who try to take that away from me. Unfortunately, some of us don't have a choice.
When I was younger, I used to clamour for the chance to go for any of the national day parade. It conveyed a sense of awe and even some sort of inspiration in me, to strive and become someone as useful as those who were marching in the impressively neat columns. It was of course a great treat to see fireworks then, since it was restricted to only national days and new year eve countdowns.
I remembered once I attended a national day parade rehersal, it was indeed quite overwhelming, what with the seemingly rousing national day songs, flag fly past, I even saluted the flag when I was still just only barely 17. Nothing wrong with that, I love my country then, and I think I still do, although in a very different manner from what some above said people thinks the best way to do.
I don't know what will I do in the near future, with graduation looming, I fear the grasp of my homeland with her ice cold fingers, the sunny island belies a certain dark character underneath her veneer of propserity. But know this I will, and some way I will find, soon.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
What a night!
Oh man...this is crazy..it was originally a dinner outing with Adrian and Chris..a lovely pizza dinner at Arthurs.
In the end we ended back up at Adrian's place with a few of his colleague from Rex. much drinks was passed around and Adrian got really smashed. I was half gone but still ok enough, Sarah the lovely girl cheated at the game of Bluff (she threw down half her deck at below the table, none of us noticed cos we were all quite gone cept for a couple of people). Weiye (internee at Rex, from NUS) drank the most hard liquor tonight, think more than 3 shots of Vodka. All thanks to Indian Poker.
And it is only the second day of the semester...
In the end we ended back up at Adrian's place with a few of his colleague from Rex. much drinks was passed around and Adrian got really smashed. I was half gone but still ok enough, Sarah the lovely girl cheated at the game of Bluff (she threw down half her deck at below the table, none of us noticed cos we were all quite gone cept for a couple of people). Weiye (internee at Rex, from NUS) drank the most hard liquor tonight, think more than 3 shots of Vodka. All thanks to Indian Poker.
And it is only the second day of the semester...
Friday, July 22, 2005
Saturday, July 16, 2005
AMUNC ends...
It was finally the finale of the Asia Pacific Model United Nations Conference (AMUNC) last night.
The Gala ball was certainly the highlight of the entire proceedings given that so many of the delegates, directors and the secretariat have put in the effort to make it work. Especially the secretariat, they rock (and mostly cute too!). I can't believe it was all a student driven and runned huge event!
The happy coincidence of my birthday occuring on the same day as the end of the conference was certainly more than welcomed by me given that I am so used to having smaller affairs such as simple meal outings with friends and family. It was certainly a change when I immersed myself in the great party atmosphere and hearing so many birthday wishes from my committee mostly, the lovely girls and gentlemen that they are.
As for my experiences in this conference, it is hard to put it in words and indeed will only end up as a long prerambulatory clauses..hehe. Fun, nervewrecking, interesting and aboveall eye opening. While the nature of this conference may be substantially different from most other working conferences, the AMUNC has certainly, I believe, given all the participants the impetus to want to do something more and the opportunity to network somewhat. And it is my own wishes that the great and nice girls and guys in my committee to keep in touch with each other and hopefully some lasting friendships would have been birthed.
All in all, as they say, the curtains must drop down as the shows end and as we leave each other now, we will surely meet again in the future, somehow, somewhere. Goodbye my friends!
The Gala ball was certainly the highlight of the entire proceedings given that so many of the delegates, directors and the secretariat have put in the effort to make it work. Especially the secretariat, they rock (and mostly cute too!). I can't believe it was all a student driven and runned huge event!
The happy coincidence of my birthday occuring on the same day as the end of the conference was certainly more than welcomed by me given that I am so used to having smaller affairs such as simple meal outings with friends and family. It was certainly a change when I immersed myself in the great party atmosphere and hearing so many birthday wishes from my committee mostly, the lovely girls and gentlemen that they are.
As for my experiences in this conference, it is hard to put it in words and indeed will only end up as a long prerambulatory clauses..hehe. Fun, nervewrecking, interesting and aboveall eye opening. While the nature of this conference may be substantially different from most other working conferences, the AMUNC has certainly, I believe, given all the participants the impetus to want to do something more and the opportunity to network somewhat. And it is my own wishes that the great and nice girls and guys in my committee to keep in touch with each other and hopefully some lasting friendships would have been birthed.
All in all, as they say, the curtains must drop down as the shows end and as we leave each other now, we will surely meet again in the future, somehow, somewhere. Goodbye my friends!
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
The story of the mountain tortise
It is the start of the conference today. And the only way to describe it from my perspective is that a mountain tortise is probably a good illustration.
So many fascinating people and a few attractive ones too...but oh well, the usual caveat applies, the cross cultural barrrier for any mutual attraction probably says much for my case especially since I do not attempt to ingratiate some of the nice delegates with my horrid brand of charm. More like swarm.
But i had it pretty alright so far for this conference. Will be glad to leave behind my topic in a days time.
Do I really sound like I am from the Phillipines???
So many fascinating people and a few attractive ones too...but oh well, the usual caveat applies, the cross cultural barrrier for any mutual attraction probably says much for my case especially since I do not attempt to ingratiate some of the nice delegates with my horrid brand of charm. More like swarm.
But i had it pretty alright so far for this conference. Will be glad to leave behind my topic in a days time.
Do I really sound like I am from the Phillipines???
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Life in Australia
Tip number one for all Singaporeans or other Asians or anyone else who happens to be residing in Australia temporarily or for good.
If you get spat on twice and thrice on a bus or in any public space.
Remember rule number one.
Go for the head with your hardest punch on one of the weaker guys, especially the one who looks the most irritating. Now I know some other advice out there is to go for the biggest fellow, thing is unless you can confidently do so, it's better to take the weaker one out of the game first.
Then quickly aim at the nose or the softer parts of the facial structure of the other morons who picked on you. It quickly gives them something to think about.
I didn't follow the second rule, so yeah I am telling you who is reading this to do it so you won't be thinking about it two days later on why didn't you land a few more hits.
Now, it is expected that you will have to take some hits, so, just grit the teeth tightly, prevents the lips from being cut by your own teeth. Throw down any specs immediately when the physical altercation starts, saves you money, trust me.
And oh, most likely the morons who picked on you are stupid street kids who when grouped together have a combined IQ of an extinct dinosaur, so don't hesitate in even going for the smallest one. Need me to remind any of you to watch Jurassic Park again? You know, those evil little raptors. ...then again the raptors in the movie are probably even more intelligent than the stupid moron street kids.
Please do not even entertain the thought of negotiating or backing off, unless of course, you have decided to play the stupid dumb asian (or insert other ethnic group) act, which only serves to increase your potential pain.
Life is unfair, so don't expect to go crying to the authorities which by then is too late for you to do anything other than to shake your fists angrily in the air cursing the gods.
And oh, this tip applies mainly for the males, wouldn't really advice females to do it unless, well, they have some sort of vigorous trainning before...no no, TaeBo Boxing in the gymn doesn't count. And I do hope all of you pay your insurance dues religiously.
That is all.
Amen.
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If you get spat on twice and thrice on a bus or in any public space.
Remember rule number one.
Go for the head with your hardest punch on one of the weaker guys, especially the one who looks the most irritating. Now I know some other advice out there is to go for the biggest fellow, thing is unless you can confidently do so, it's better to take the weaker one out of the game first.
Then quickly aim at the nose or the softer parts of the facial structure of the other morons who picked on you. It quickly gives them something to think about.
I didn't follow the second rule, so yeah I am telling you who is reading this to do it so you won't be thinking about it two days later on why didn't you land a few more hits.
Now, it is expected that you will have to take some hits, so, just grit the teeth tightly, prevents the lips from being cut by your own teeth. Throw down any specs immediately when the physical altercation starts, saves you money, trust me.
And oh, most likely the morons who picked on you are stupid street kids who when grouped together have a combined IQ of an extinct dinosaur, so don't hesitate in even going for the smallest one. Need me to remind any of you to watch Jurassic Park again? You know, those evil little raptors. ...then again the raptors in the movie are probably even more intelligent than the stupid moron street kids.
Please do not even entertain the thought of negotiating or backing off, unless of course, you have decided to play the stupid dumb asian (or insert other ethnic group) act, which only serves to increase your potential pain.
Life is unfair, so don't expect to go crying to the authorities which by then is too late for you to do anything other than to shake your fists angrily in the air cursing the gods.
And oh, this tip applies mainly for the males, wouldn't really advice females to do it unless, well, they have some sort of vigorous trainning before...no no, TaeBo Boxing in the gymn doesn't count. And I do hope all of you pay your insurance dues religiously.
That is all.
Amen.
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Monday, June 06, 2005
Driftwood
Feel like one now.
It was suppose to be my last semester but due to some technicality, the shore never looke so close and yet so far. But still, I am looking forward to it.
Right now, I have more than a couple of major papers to write, yet, my brain feels mushed out. I seemed to have forgotten how to construct a logical argument in essay format. It never have been my strength. Narrative and descriptive essays were my forte since primary school. I like to use long convulated style to bring across a simple action. It reads nice but awfully painful when applied to serious papers.
Oh the wretchedness of it.
It was suppose to be my last semester but due to some technicality, the shore never looke so close and yet so far. But still, I am looking forward to it.
Right now, I have more than a couple of major papers to write, yet, my brain feels mushed out. I seemed to have forgotten how to construct a logical argument in essay format. It never have been my strength. Narrative and descriptive essays were my forte since primary school. I like to use long convulated style to bring across a simple action. It reads nice but awfully painful when applied to serious papers.
Oh the wretchedness of it.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Amongst the mist
Nothing much to add nowadays...except that some dude told me online that I need to work on my interpersonal skills, I guess so, I just don't know how to handle people. I can probably kiss goodbye of any hopes of a good potential career with the current level of PR skill I have now. Maybe I should take up 'How to be Conniving with an Angelic Demeanor 101'. Pretty sure there is some course available somewhere on that.
Haha pretty negative post eh, think the nicest positive posts I ever put up was the pictures, hahaha. But then again, I am merely being reflexive according to Anthony Gidden's theory.
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Anyway, congrats J.H on Graduating! Sorry I cannot be there to take pictures with you. Fly high mate.
ANd oh Gundam Seed Destiny's latest episode is just soooo cooooooooool. Ok I am a closeted Kira Fanboy :)
Haha pretty negative post eh, think the nicest positive posts I ever put up was the pictures, hahaha. But then again, I am merely being reflexive according to Anthony Gidden's theory.
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Anyway, congrats J.H on Graduating! Sorry I cannot be there to take pictures with you. Fly high mate.
ANd oh Gundam Seed Destiny's latest episode is just soooo cooooooooool. Ok I am a closeted Kira Fanboy :)
Friday, May 20, 2005
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Friday, May 06, 2005
The Ex-President
Just realised a few people out there especially of my generation mourned for the ex-ex President of Singapore. I wonder why do they show such sadness..maybe it is the wave of public emotions that swept them along too.
I feel, very little.
Am I an ingrate, heartless? I suppose. I don't recall reading any great deeds of his but I do know most people recall that he was a genial, warm, friendly person plus being humble never hurt his reputation. Ah well, to mourn for such a people person's passing. he was of whom the face of the technocratic state, I suppose is such an irony.
But heh, who fights the system anyway.
Hope he had it good while it lasted.
I feel, very little.
Am I an ingrate, heartless? I suppose. I don't recall reading any great deeds of his but I do know most people recall that he was a genial, warm, friendly person plus being humble never hurt his reputation. Ah well, to mourn for such a people person's passing. he was of whom the face of the technocratic state, I suppose is such an irony.
But heh, who fights the system anyway.
Hope he had it good while it lasted.
The weather
Have been unseasonably warm for an autumn but I like it. Nice cool breezy balmy weather. Makes the mood feels lighter even though the days are shorter.
Our moods are like the seasons too. :)
A few other friends recently picked up blogging too. Nice, Too bad I don't know how to link them and probably shouldn't too judging from the stupidity that have been occuring of recent with the rest of the Singapore linked blogosphere. Besides, I wish to hide away to a corner away from the glare, heh, not that this space would have anything saucy enough for bloodthirsty modernised neanderthals.
Our burdens are like the bags we carry daily to school to work to wherever we go. We never ever really put them down, we only change the bags that they are carried in.
Assignments are nearing. Asses have to be kicked at, namely mine.
So Khai, unfortunately you won't be reading any stuff here that are worthy of a nice gossip, cos I have not been doing much with regards to salacious activities. :p
Laterz.
Our moods are like the seasons too. :)
A few other friends recently picked up blogging too. Nice, Too bad I don't know how to link them and probably shouldn't too judging from the stupidity that have been occuring of recent with the rest of the Singapore linked blogosphere. Besides, I wish to hide away to a corner away from the glare, heh, not that this space would have anything saucy enough for bloodthirsty modernised neanderthals.
Our burdens are like the bags we carry daily to school to work to wherever we go. We never ever really put them down, we only change the bags that they are carried in.
Assignments are nearing. Asses have to be kicked at, namely mine.
So Khai, unfortunately you won't be reading any stuff here that are worthy of a nice gossip, cos I have not been doing much with regards to salacious activities. :p
Laterz.
Monday, April 11, 2005
exhausted
I am physically tired and mentally quite exhausted..but still have to persevere. No matter how much others may see me, I still have to struggle on.
That is life.
That is life.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
...
This is not a post on whether I saw a cockroach today, eeeewwww.
I don't know what this post is about really, but this is in the aftermath of a really bad phone call.
After 25 years and 9 months worth of socialisation and up close astute observation, I have come to the conclusion that I am not suitable for this world and specifically am, what is commonly called, a black sheep, amongst the basic unit of society (only in Singapore) that I belong to. Can anyone say, baaaaaa....?
It is amazing that Alexander Bell Graham (or something) came up with the invention of the telephone system. Because of his invention, thousands and upon thousands of people have to bear the scars and heartaches inflicted onto them across the thousands of invisible miles.
I don't know what this post is about really, but this is in the aftermath of a really bad phone call.
After 25 years and 9 months worth of socialisation and up close astute observation, I have come to the conclusion that I am not suitable for this world and specifically am, what is commonly called, a black sheep, amongst the basic unit of society (only in Singapore) that I belong to. Can anyone say, baaaaaa....?
It is amazing that Alexander Bell Graham (or something) came up with the invention of the telephone system. Because of his invention, thousands and upon thousands of people have to bear the scars and heartaches inflicted onto them across the thousands of invisible miles.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Of Getz, of rain, of the recent past
The past two days have been raining incessantly. Reminded me of my time in Melbourne again during last September. The Getz had been a good trusty companion for me and Keegan on our little road trip. I still recall vividly our drive down Melbourne's road especially during the drive down to Philip Island. It was raining heavily and the songs by The Cure and Maroon 5 still rang ceaselessly in my head.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Monday, March 14, 2005
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Failed email to shitty times
Now I am not sure if I have posted this here before but yeah its that nice email to that shitty times editor:
I refer to your Insight article, 'Welcome, not stifle,
public activism' (Nov 20, 2004).
I have a problem with your last two sentences in the
article:
"They may intrude into the public space. But they
should be welcomed - with less cynicism."
Public space is a shared space, one can no more
intrude upon it if there is no real ownership over
such a space and especially if one is part of the
community that have a stake in the space.
The groups that you mentioned arose because they
perceive a gap or more likely a void that government
agencies fail to take note of.
The public servants should have no cause for grouse
even if they perceive the activist groups as
'intruding' on their traditional domain. It is for the
reason that people have perceived them (public
servants) to be inadequate in responding effectively
to issues of concern that provides a catalyst for the
formation of such groups.
It appears that your definition of public space is
effectively the exclusive domain of the public
service, which I would most respectfully disagree
with.
Regards,
T** H** M***
I refer to your Insight article, 'Welcome, not stifle,
public activism' (Nov 20, 2004).
I have a problem with your last two sentences in the
article:
"They may intrude into the public space. But they
should be welcomed - with less cynicism."
Public space is a shared space, one can no more
intrude upon it if there is no real ownership over
such a space and especially if one is part of the
community that have a stake in the space.
The groups that you mentioned arose because they
perceive a gap or more likely a void that government
agencies fail to take note of.
The public servants should have no cause for grouse
even if they perceive the activist groups as
'intruding' on their traditional domain. It is for the
reason that people have perceived them (public
servants) to be inadequate in responding effectively
to issues of concern that provides a catalyst for the
formation of such groups.
It appears that your definition of public space is
effectively the exclusive domain of the public
service, which I would most respectfully disagree
with.
Regards,
T** H** M***
Klutzy post
I'm quite the klutz lately for example, just today, I toppled a Mount Franklin Mineral water bottle that was sitting nicely on the table it was on until I stumbled and crashed into it (the damn table).
The nice girl sitting behind and had kindly tapped me on my back conveying that my order of Shandong Chicken rice was ready, the Southern Wok boss was yelling out but I couldn't hear over the din that was Badabagans at lunch time, was wide jawed when my clumsiness was on display. (I think the clumsiness extends to my writing lately too)
Well, I never had much of an image as a cool suave guy anyway.
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By the way folks, the Shitty Times is going to charge for their online version pretty soon, in fact it is only a matter of days that it will take place.
Now, I had commented somewhere before that it is so going to turn off the many overseas Singaporeans who by their suayness, don't have access to the hard copy.
Regardless of their shitty standards for journalism, it is still after all a medium that is pretty good for us quitters or wannabe quitters (overseas students I think count as temporary ones) to touch base with the everyday going ons in the Red Dot.
Of course, they write much better Engrish than me but I am not going to pay 12 bucks a month for materials that they give to secondary school students every Monday to learn how to write essays.*
Anyhow, am quite busy nowadays to really bother, hell, their politics desk editor din even bother to reply my nice email to her. So much for being a respected institution.
* The wrap fish/vegetables analogy have been used to death.
The nice girl sitting behind and had kindly tapped me on my back conveying that my order of Shandong Chicken rice was ready, the Southern Wok boss was yelling out but I couldn't hear over the din that was Badabagans at lunch time, was wide jawed when my clumsiness was on display. (I think the clumsiness extends to my writing lately too)
Well, I never had much of an image as a cool suave guy anyway.
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By the way folks, the Shitty Times is going to charge for their online version pretty soon, in fact it is only a matter of days that it will take place.
Now, I had commented somewhere before that it is so going to turn off the many overseas Singaporeans who by their suayness, don't have access to the hard copy.
Regardless of their shitty standards for journalism, it is still after all a medium that is pretty good for us quitters or wannabe quitters (overseas students I think count as temporary ones) to touch base with the everyday going ons in the Red Dot.
Of course, they write much better Engrish than me but I am not going to pay 12 bucks a month for materials that they give to secondary school students every Monday to learn how to write essays.*
Anyhow, am quite busy nowadays to really bother, hell, their politics desk editor din even bother to reply my nice email to her. So much for being a respected institution.
* The wrap fish/vegetables analogy have been used to death.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
This post is for Bin :)
Hello, thanks for drinking with me just now, much appreciated, not many people I know can do this kind of impromtu thing.
Anyway, this link is good for you: http://singaporeserf.blogspot.com/
See you on the yatch soon.
Anyway, this link is good for you: http://singaporeserf.blogspot.com/
See you on the yatch soon.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Hello life...
it is back to uni again, for the 3rd or 4th time, I can't recall.
Anyhow, the O week for my lovely SSA got off to a stuttering start, not exactly a flying start but it is still effective at getting people.
Having a four day week this term, doing 2 social science and 2 economics, all 3rd year subjects. No promises nor resolution to do miracles but at least the resolve not to repeat last year's dismal performances.
Anyhow, the O week for my lovely SSA got off to a stuttering start, not exactly a flying start but it is still effective at getting people.
Having a four day week this term, doing 2 social science and 2 economics, all 3rd year subjects. No promises nor resolution to do miracles but at least the resolve not to repeat last year's dismal performances.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Going back...
Gonna be on the flight back to Sydney tonight...sigh, hate this kind of feelings. Oh well, it is the last year for me, might as well make it a good one.
Ti gong bou you...*bai bai, bai bai*
Well, see you guys again soon I hope.
Ti gong bou you...*bai bai, bai bai*
Well, see you guys again soon I hope.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Happy Lunar New Year!
Have a good one everyone!
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Never really thought would say this but it felt quite good this time round coming back...maybe it is because I am in the last leg of my undergraduate course? Hmmm...
Lots of thoughts but nothing really new, just a lot of rehashment of old themes with, hopefully, some new insights. May put them up here one day when I don't feel so lazy.
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Never really thought would say this but it felt quite good this time round coming back...maybe it is because I am in the last leg of my undergraduate course? Hmmm...
Lots of thoughts but nothing really new, just a lot of rehashment of old themes with, hopefully, some new insights. May put them up here one day when I don't feel so lazy.
Monday, January 31, 2005
abatement of a storm in a teacup
Well...at least I hope so.
Now reading another inspirational book: Veronika wants to die.
Hmm my life is so sad (to a certain extent), having to resort to reading such books to gain a semblence of some wisdom to live my life.
Yeah, I don't write too much about social issues nowadays, there are many good writers out there who do so.
Oh well.
Now reading another inspirational book: Veronika wants to die.
Hmm my life is so sad (to a certain extent), having to resort to reading such books to gain a semblence of some wisdom to live my life.
Yeah, I don't write too much about social issues nowadays, there are many good writers out there who do so.
Oh well.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Hurtful words
The Piss-anator is back.
Victim this time, long time good friend since Kindy school...
Maybe I should cut out my tongue or better, grow a brain.
Victim this time, long time good friend since Kindy school...
Maybe I should cut out my tongue or better, grow a brain.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Of warm nights and mirages
Been exactly a week since touching down at Changi Airport.
Nothing much changed in Singapore except for the few new buildings that sprouted up here and there. People still assuredly very Singaporean and of course with all the rest of the foreign talents.
The days and nights are still warm, suffice to make me shower at least twice a day, shitty humid weather.
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I remember reading about how mirages are formed. It's a misconception that it only forms in the desert. Apparently it appears whenever we least expect it and its appearance is such that it looks so real that one would believe that it's the real thing.
But like the dying man in the merciless desert, one believes the image of the oasis to be so real that he would just crawl till his dying breath believing that he is closer to it with every passing moment.
Till the last moment.
Nothing much changed in Singapore except for the few new buildings that sprouted up here and there. People still assuredly very Singaporean and of course with all the rest of the foreign talents.
The days and nights are still warm, suffice to make me shower at least twice a day, shitty humid weather.
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I remember reading about how mirages are formed. It's a misconception that it only forms in the desert. Apparently it appears whenever we least expect it and its appearance is such that it looks so real that one would believe that it's the real thing.
But like the dying man in the merciless desert, one believes the image of the oasis to be so real that he would just crawl till his dying breath believing that he is closer to it with every passing moment.
Till the last moment.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
tooting back...
Gonna hop on to that jet plane back to Singapore this coming Saturday. For the life of me, I can't remember what time is my flight. Tsk, elcetronic ticket huh.
Was originally planning to push back my departure date for selfish reasons but gonna stick with the original date due to familial reason. And maybe also partly of that tsunami thingy, makes me want to go back have a look see at everyone. Life never lets up at telling us that maybe the things we all chase after is really quite illusionary. And what may be the real, ironically is also an intangible thingy, are the good and positive relationships we have with our family and friends.
And maybe a bit of boozing and dancing to spice up the life, just for that little while.
Was originally planning to push back my departure date for selfish reasons but gonna stick with the original date due to familial reason. And maybe also partly of that tsunami thingy, makes me want to go back have a look see at everyone. Life never lets up at telling us that maybe the things we all chase after is really quite illusionary. And what may be the real, ironically is also an intangible thingy, are the good and positive relationships we have with our family and friends.
And maybe a bit of boozing and dancing to spice up the life, just for that little while.
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