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
Thursday, October 20, 2005
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.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
A silent cry...
The current death toll is 55 000 people.
Man is really helpless in the destructive face of nature, her fury once unleashed is fast, fatal and unforgiving.
Meanwhile, my countrymen are whining about holiday plans gone spoilt. For once, I have no more anger towards such said fellow citizens, what is left is only pity for the emptiness of their souless beings. Oh I forgot, Mammon and the God of Litigation Kuan Yew are their saviours.
Sigh.
Cries ringing out through the falling sky,
desperation and fear the only companions,
for hope hath forsaken the once lush land.
Foul stench permeates the tattered cloths,
lingering in the air, carcasses all, strewn about,
the clear blue sky, a ironic mockery.
Man is really helpless in the destructive face of nature, her fury once unleashed is fast, fatal and unforgiving.
Meanwhile, my countrymen are whining about holiday plans gone spoilt. For once, I have no more anger towards such said fellow citizens, what is left is only pity for the emptiness of their souless beings. Oh I forgot, Mammon and the God of Litigation Kuan Yew are their saviours.
Sigh.
Cries ringing out through the falling sky,
desperation and fear the only companions,
for hope hath forsaken the once lush land.
Foul stench permeates the tattered cloths,
lingering in the air, carcasses all, strewn about,
the clear blue sky, a ironic mockery.
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Have a Merry Pissin Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
Well, the catchphrase of the day at this time of the year, every year. Just came back from a party, small gathering of people and lots of makan. Feel so shitty, have never ever contribute to any thing although for today, it was kind of a last minute thing since I was only informed like a day ot two beforehand and I can't cook for nuts and I work like more than 10 hours a day just to get 50 bucks a day, leaving me with very little time and energy to do anything nice.
My ONLY present of the year came from the 3 network, they were giving out good deals, giving me a phone if I pay 21 bucks a month for the next 24 months (technically there's no contract) and throwing in a DVD player if I pay an extra of 3 bucks a month for the first 3 months. How's that for a christmas pressie?
I may have to adopt a new nick: the Piss-anator...hahaha lameass nick, I know. Why? Cos been pissing not a few people already...for starters, there's the CASOC coordinator who should be pissed at me for not collecting the bloody cheque for that bloody paintball SSA event that was late in getting to me and subsequently I was told by a recently ex-president that I should buck up as a fucking CASOC rep. Right, as if I live on campus 24/7.
Then there's this other friend, who was pissed at me for not giving him the due respect he felt should be accorded to him in front of other people and decided to give me the shits by telling me in the most brusque way that the potential opening at the bloody R.E.X airline was not available through email. Thank you ECON 2112.
Of course, everyone forgets that everyone else did nice things for some other people at one point or another, this explains why we all keep scoreboards. Don't wanna talk too much about it since had just talked about it and I feel too tired to bitch about it.
And I should be pissing off my own mom and sis back in Singapore by the very virtue of my exam results, this would be the most effortless one. And I am late almost every morning for work...well not always very late, late means late eh, no excuse, my boss cum family friend is a nice gentle man, sigh.
H.M Tan, fugly, ugly, sloby, pissa-nator, that's me.
Have a Merry Christmas.
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Been getting the email refreshing sydromne too lately...wondering why.
Well, the catchphrase of the day at this time of the year, every year. Just came back from a party, small gathering of people and lots of makan. Feel so shitty, have never ever contribute to any thing although for today, it was kind of a last minute thing since I was only informed like a day ot two beforehand and I can't cook for nuts and I work like more than 10 hours a day just to get 50 bucks a day, leaving me with very little time and energy to do anything nice.
My ONLY present of the year came from the 3 network, they were giving out good deals, giving me a phone if I pay 21 bucks a month for the next 24 months (technically there's no contract) and throwing in a DVD player if I pay an extra of 3 bucks a month for the first 3 months. How's that for a christmas pressie?
I may have to adopt a new nick: the Piss-anator...hahaha lameass nick, I know. Why? Cos been pissing not a few people already...for starters, there's the CASOC coordinator who should be pissed at me for not collecting the bloody cheque for that bloody paintball SSA event that was late in getting to me and subsequently I was told by a recently ex-president that I should buck up as a fucking CASOC rep. Right, as if I live on campus 24/7.
Then there's this other friend, who was pissed at me for not giving him the due respect he felt should be accorded to him in front of other people and decided to give me the shits by telling me in the most brusque way that the potential opening at the bloody R.E.X airline was not available through email. Thank you ECON 2112.
Of course, everyone forgets that everyone else did nice things for some other people at one point or another, this explains why we all keep scoreboards. Don't wanna talk too much about it since had just talked about it and I feel too tired to bitch about it.
And I should be pissing off my own mom and sis back in Singapore by the very virtue of my exam results, this would be the most effortless one. And I am late almost every morning for work...well not always very late, late means late eh, no excuse, my boss cum family friend is a nice gentle man, sigh.
H.M Tan, fugly, ugly, sloby, pissa-nator, that's me.
Have a Merry Christmas.
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Been getting the email refreshing sydromne too lately...wondering why.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Norah Jones!!!
She's coming to Sydney to perform on the March 26th!!!
I wanna goooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!
I wanna goooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!
I also want to bang bang too...
Friend of friend @ Kingsford bus stop:
A colleague of mine at the hotel front desk was telling me that after work, he had a bang bang with this swedish co-worker somewhere in the hotel.
Friend: What is bang bang?
Me: Wow, that's nice. (Wanted to ask myself whether the friend of friend had bang bang chances with his co-workers/hotel guest but hadn't had the chance to ask, tsk how asian of me)
Me: We should also go and apply for work at the hotel.
Hmm now, where to find the exotic tanned blond hair ang mohs for bang bang...sigh I also want to bang bang...hehe I am human too!
A colleague of mine at the hotel front desk was telling me that after work, he had a bang bang with this swedish co-worker somewhere in the hotel.
Friend: What is bang bang?
Me: Wow, that's nice. (Wanted to ask myself whether the friend of friend had bang bang chances with his co-workers/hotel guest but hadn't had the chance to ask, tsk how asian of me)
Me: We should also go and apply for work at the hotel.
Hmm now, where to find the exotic tanned blond hair ang mohs for bang bang...sigh I also want to bang bang...hehe I am human too!
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
A little bugbear...
One thing I cannot really stand is the insistent calls for the university places in Singapore to be given much more widely for polytechnic graduates. Such calls often border on the emotive appeal that such said graduates deserve a place just simply because of the perceived lack of equal opportunity among other reasons.
Polytechic education is defined as a post secondary education or if one wants to be more anal, advance vocational training. However it does not detract from the risks that most 'A' level students take and the more intense pressure they undergo in order to qualify for a local university place in Singapore.
One could also point to the scholar churning machineries of RJC/HCJC et al as proof that 'A' level students are too exam smart to be of any practical use in the world and that a poly graduate would trump them any time of the day when it comes down to hands on experience. This, to me, is just like saying a New Zealand apple's sweetness trumps a Sunkist Orange's sweetness any time of the day. Which is essentially incomparable.
Arguments for expansion of univeristy places for poly students by citing examples of successful polytechnic graduates doing well overseas is somewhat of a moot point I think. I guess I can understand the frustrations of having to go overseas to do a degree but hey it affords one another kind of unique experience be it lifestyle or education, that one would not be able to obtain at home.
If those graduates stayed on elsewhere to make their own life, hey, it is called choice making. Golly, I don't think they should waste their time away grudging the same system that, although, drove them away initially but ironically gave them another shot in another system that help them made good. They can always go back to Singapore and earn their thousands/millions, no one is forcing them to stay away.
Ok, end of rant. The offending article below.
From Todayonline (13/12/2004):
Poly graduates deserve half of places at local universities
There are three universities in Singapore, but the majority of their students are A-level graduates.
.
With three A-level passes, students qualify for a degree course in any of the three institutions.
.
For polytechnic students, however, even with a diploma and industrial training experience, they can enter the local universities only if they are among the top five per cent at their schools.
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As a result, A levels are often regarded as the only route to acquiring a degree.
.
What I do not understand is: Why only the top 5 per cent of poly grads? Shouldn't equal opportunity be given to both cohorts?
.
The universities could set aside half of their intakes for JC students and the other half for poly students.
.
The current situation results in a loss of talent, specifically polytechnic graduates who are proficient both in theory and practice.
.
Those unable to get to university here seek opportunities aboard and, upon graduating, some continue to live abroad.
.
We have heard plenty about overhauling the Chinese Language curriculum.
.
I hope changes regarding the intake of university students will be proposed at the next sitting of Parliament.
.
.
Janice Ng
Polytechic education is defined as a post secondary education or if one wants to be more anal, advance vocational training. However it does not detract from the risks that most 'A' level students take and the more intense pressure they undergo in order to qualify for a local university place in Singapore.
One could also point to the scholar churning machineries of RJC/HCJC et al as proof that 'A' level students are too exam smart to be of any practical use in the world and that a poly graduate would trump them any time of the day when it comes down to hands on experience. This, to me, is just like saying a New Zealand apple's sweetness trumps a Sunkist Orange's sweetness any time of the day. Which is essentially incomparable.
Arguments for expansion of univeristy places for poly students by citing examples of successful polytechnic graduates doing well overseas is somewhat of a moot point I think. I guess I can understand the frustrations of having to go overseas to do a degree but hey it affords one another kind of unique experience be it lifestyle or education, that one would not be able to obtain at home.
If those graduates stayed on elsewhere to make their own life, hey, it is called choice making. Golly, I don't think they should waste their time away grudging the same system that, although, drove them away initially but ironically gave them another shot in another system that help them made good. They can always go back to Singapore and earn their thousands/millions, no one is forcing them to stay away.
Ok, end of rant. The offending article below.
From Todayonline (13/12/2004):
Poly graduates deserve half of places at local universities
There are three universities in Singapore, but the majority of their students are A-level graduates.
.
With three A-level passes, students qualify for a degree course in any of the three institutions.
.
For polytechnic students, however, even with a diploma and industrial training experience, they can enter the local universities only if they are among the top five per cent at their schools.
.
As a result, A levels are often regarded as the only route to acquiring a degree.
.
What I do not understand is: Why only the top 5 per cent of poly grads? Shouldn't equal opportunity be given to both cohorts?
.
The universities could set aside half of their intakes for JC students and the other half for poly students.
.
The current situation results in a loss of talent, specifically polytechnic graduates who are proficient both in theory and practice.
.
Those unable to get to university here seek opportunities aboard and, upon graduating, some continue to live abroad.
.
We have heard plenty about overhauling the Chinese Language curriculum.
.
I hope changes regarding the intake of university students will be proposed at the next sitting of Parliament.
.
.
Janice Ng
Overdue update...
It's been a long while since my last update however going to keep this brief.
Just came back from Maroubra beach trying to catch some meteor showers that is suppose to happen tonight and apparently the best time to catch it is between 2 am to 4 am but my friend from Singapore have to go back to rest for a 8am trip up to Blue Mountains. He just drove back and I guess I'll pop my head out in a while after a shower and short internet surfing to see if I could catch any more.
Am very glad that this friend of mine actually turned up here in Sydney, after 2.5 years here in Australia and having one good friend back from Singapore here for a short reunion is quite worth the wait I say. His wish made at the shooting stars is to be a millionaire by next year, well, a very lofty aim but I wish him well and among all my other friends I know, he is one of the better equiped ones to be a rich bastard.
Academic results were the pits this semester, failed one subject and had a pass conceded for a core. I shall stop attempting to make resolutions this coming new year...quite a bummer everytime I do so anyway.
To top it off, been sending off at least a couple of good friends at the airport recently...bleah return train ticket from the airport costs a hefty $15.10 each time...sigh...holes holes holes in pocket man..but what to do, I like my friends.
Well, then, hopefully all goes well for everyone else for Christmas and New Year!
Just came back from Maroubra beach trying to catch some meteor showers that is suppose to happen tonight and apparently the best time to catch it is between 2 am to 4 am but my friend from Singapore have to go back to rest for a 8am trip up to Blue Mountains. He just drove back and I guess I'll pop my head out in a while after a shower and short internet surfing to see if I could catch any more.
Am very glad that this friend of mine actually turned up here in Sydney, after 2.5 years here in Australia and having one good friend back from Singapore here for a short reunion is quite worth the wait I say. His wish made at the shooting stars is to be a millionaire by next year, well, a very lofty aim but I wish him well and among all my other friends I know, he is one of the better equiped ones to be a rich bastard.
Academic results were the pits this semester, failed one subject and had a pass conceded for a core. I shall stop attempting to make resolutions this coming new year...quite a bummer everytime I do so anyway.
To top it off, been sending off at least a couple of good friends at the airport recently...bleah return train ticket from the airport costs a hefty $15.10 each time...sigh...holes holes holes in pocket man..but what to do, I like my friends.
Well, then, hopefully all goes well for everyone else for Christmas and New Year!
Monday, November 22, 2004
Shitty times indeed
Hahahahaha, just what I need, another confirmation that the venerable 'institution' whose product is mostly used by fishmongers and vegetable vendors indeed deserve to be called the propaganda times instead.
The link.
The link.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Update
Exams now.
Don't feel like studying for the rest of the papers cause my first one sucks so much.
I'll probably have to break the baaad news to my family back home. Woo hoo. I have become the prodigal son again. I don't think the reasoning my friend espoused would sit well with them: that we pay so much to study here is for the experiences and not the degree in the end. Hiazzz. Here is where I'll be judged by the typical Singaporean mentality (well, debatable somewhat) that your whole life is determined by the grades you get. Such is life.
Anyway, not making any excuses for anything, just ranting, that is all.
Chen Weiming, yao zeng qi yi dian...
Don't feel like studying for the rest of the papers cause my first one sucks so much.
I'll probably have to break the baaad news to my family back home. Woo hoo. I have become the prodigal son again. I don't think the reasoning my friend espoused would sit well with them: that we pay so much to study here is for the experiences and not the degree in the end. Hiazzz. Here is where I'll be judged by the typical Singaporean mentality (well, debatable somewhat) that your whole life is determined by the grades you get. Such is life.
Anyway, not making any excuses for anything, just ranting, that is all.
Chen Weiming, yao zeng qi yi dian...
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Hee hee hee
Due to a power failure Unimail is currently unavailable. We are working to restore service as soon as possible. We apologise for the inconvenience.
@*#*@&@!)!
Damn day light savings...rob me of one hour of sleep...@*&!*&#*.
Oh the other hand, I look forward to bright and sunny at 7-8 pm.
Oh the other hand, I look forward to bright and sunny at 7-8 pm.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Bored out of my mind
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Thursday, October 28, 2004
Quote of the day
"What I do today is important because I will never have today again"
-Tan Jian Sheng- (Not Me).
-Tan Jian Sheng- (Not Me).
Monday, October 25, 2004
It's the time of the year again
Yeah...the dreaded E word, Exams.
Sigh. I like sighing on my blog ok people, stop asking why I sigh so much. It's just like asking why do you use your eyes to see all the time.
Anyway, it's just this surreal feeling that usually strikes me after a trip (such as a camping trip or long overseas assignment); the one where I usually pinch myself to say, yeah, the experience I was having is over, wake up.
Ephemeral.
I was showering and just then, all the memories of all the road trips and holidays I had this year came flashing back. Ok, it wasn't vivid and clear like the movies but yeah I do remember the feelings I had during the trips.
A little smile.
Disregarding all the negatives, like a bag of rotting potatoes.
It was all good. I don't regret one single bit having to dig out some gold here and there to finance my activities this year. Although it does mean I have to start the ardous voyage of prospecting for new gold.
As the MasterCard jingle silently shrills out: the experiences, priceless.
Sigh. I like sighing on my blog ok people, stop asking why I sigh so much. It's just like asking why do you use your eyes to see all the time.
Anyway, it's just this surreal feeling that usually strikes me after a trip (such as a camping trip or long overseas assignment); the one where I usually pinch myself to say, yeah, the experience I was having is over, wake up.
Ephemeral.
I was showering and just then, all the memories of all the road trips and holidays I had this year came flashing back. Ok, it wasn't vivid and clear like the movies but yeah I do remember the feelings I had during the trips.
A little smile.
Disregarding all the negatives, like a bag of rotting potatoes.
It was all good. I don't regret one single bit having to dig out some gold here and there to finance my activities this year. Although it does mean I have to start the ardous voyage of prospecting for new gold.
As the MasterCard jingle silently shrills out: the experiences, priceless.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Hot News???
Todayonline labels this: "PAP turns 50" (Paulo, Derrick, A., Today Weekend, October 23, 2004) as Hot News.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Me Green? Hehe
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Thursday, October 21, 2004
Quoteworthy
From Priji quoting DH Lawrence:
All I ask of a woman is that she shall feel gently towards me
when my heart feels kindly towards her,
and there shall be the soft, soft tremor as of unheard bells between us.
It is all I ask.I am so tired of violent women lashing out and insisting on being loved,
when there is no love in them.
All I ask of a woman is that she shall feel gently towards me
when my heart feels kindly towards her,
and there shall be the soft, soft tremor as of unheard bells between us.
It is all I ask.I am so tired of violent women lashing out and insisting on being loved,
when there is no love in them.
Should I or should I not?
I so want to go for an internship, not because I want to be a free slave but rather I want to apply the things I learnt or at least immerse myself in some of the work that I forsee myself possibly going into in the near future (read: 2-3 years time).
Sigh, the curse of feeling inadequacy strikes again, now all the what ifs keep on popping up in my head.
*Must think positive, must think positive, must think positive...."
Sigh, the curse of feeling inadequacy strikes again, now all the what ifs keep on popping up in my head.
*Must think positive, must think positive, must think positive...."
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Ruminative diary is baaaaad
Something interesting. Ok I really should be getting down to my work.
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17:00 08 September 04
NewScientist.com news service
Keeping a diary is bad for your health, say UK psychologists.
They found that regular diarists were more likely than non-diarists to suffer from headaches, sleeplessness, digestive problems and social awkwardness.Their finding challenges assumptions that people find it easier to get over a traumatic event if they write about it.
“We expected diary keepers to have some benefit, or be the same, but they were the worst off,” says Elaine Duncan of the Glasgow Caledonian University. “In fact, you’re probably much better off if you don’t write anything at all,” she adds.
The study, carried out with David Sheffield of Staffordshire University, was presented on Wednesday at a meeting of the British Psychological Society in Edinburgh.Cathartic processThe pair studied 94 regular diarists and compared their health with that of 41 non-diarists.
The subjects, all students at Staffordshire University, answered questions about their diary-keeping habits, and filled in a standard health questionnaire.“We decided to test the idea that writing is cathartic,” says Duncan.
She claims that her study is the first to investigate subjects who write of their own free will. In most other studies, volunteers are actually asked to write about traumatic experiences in a systematic way.
The researchers asked the diarists recruited to say how often they made entries and for how long they had kept diaries. They were also asked if they had written about anything traumatic.Statistically, the diarists scored much worse on health measures than the non-diarists.
And worst affected of all were those who had written about trauma. “They were most susceptible to headaches and the like,” says Duncan.
Ruminative cycle
Although she does not have proof, Duncan speculates that diarists buck the usual trend because instead of a single, cathartic outpouring to offload trauma, diarists continually churn over their misfortunes and so never get over them. “It’s probably better not to get caught in a ruminative, repetitive cycle,” she says. But she acknowledges that her experiment could not demonstrate which came first - the diary writing or the health problems.
In a forthcoming experiment, she hopes to explore this by asking volunteers new to diary writing to report exclusively positive or negative things, to see if the health of the two groups diverges.Andy Coghlan
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17:00 08 September 04
NewScientist.com news service
Keeping a diary is bad for your health, say UK psychologists.
They found that regular diarists were more likely than non-diarists to suffer from headaches, sleeplessness, digestive problems and social awkwardness.Their finding challenges assumptions that people find it easier to get over a traumatic event if they write about it.
“We expected diary keepers to have some benefit, or be the same, but they were the worst off,” says Elaine Duncan of the Glasgow Caledonian University. “In fact, you’re probably much better off if you don’t write anything at all,” she adds.
The study, carried out with David Sheffield of Staffordshire University, was presented on Wednesday at a meeting of the British Psychological Society in Edinburgh.Cathartic processThe pair studied 94 regular diarists and compared their health with that of 41 non-diarists.
The subjects, all students at Staffordshire University, answered questions about their diary-keeping habits, and filled in a standard health questionnaire.“We decided to test the idea that writing is cathartic,” says Duncan.
She claims that her study is the first to investigate subjects who write of their own free will. In most other studies, volunteers are actually asked to write about traumatic experiences in a systematic way.
The researchers asked the diarists recruited to say how often they made entries and for how long they had kept diaries. They were also asked if they had written about anything traumatic.Statistically, the diarists scored much worse on health measures than the non-diarists.
And worst affected of all were those who had written about trauma. “They were most susceptible to headaches and the like,” says Duncan.
Ruminative cycle
Although she does not have proof, Duncan speculates that diarists buck the usual trend because instead of a single, cathartic outpouring to offload trauma, diarists continually churn over their misfortunes and so never get over them. “It’s probably better not to get caught in a ruminative, repetitive cycle,” she says. But she acknowledges that her experiment could not demonstrate which came first - the diary writing or the health problems.
In a forthcoming experiment, she hopes to explore this by asking volunteers new to diary writing to report exclusively positive or negative things, to see if the health of the two groups diverges.Andy Coghlan
Monday, October 18, 2004
Late thingy on Australian Federal Elections
Ok, this is for my friend who was very upset by the results of the Australian Federal Elections.
Posting an article/letter written by her in the immediate aftermath, the only editing done is to the paragraphing:
The Australian election
My name is Mimi Zilliacus, I am a student studying history and politics
at the University of New South Wales in Australia.
Today I am very depressed. Yesterday my fellow citizens
re-elected John Howard, a man who has lied to the Australian people on numerous occasions on issues of much more importance than his sex life.
Why you might ask would the Australian people want this man back in
Parliament. Well that’s a very good question.
The reason is the money. He has claimed to be responsible for the
growth in the economy and for lower interest rates, and on top of that he has promised to bring in tax cuts for a select few.
What the general public fails to understand is that the growth in the economy and
interest rates are also dependant on what is going on in the global market place. They fail to see that a “free trade” agreement with the US is going f#$% us over, we will be the underdogs and America will be free to benefit at great costs to us, the Australian people.
I believe in human rights and that Australia should be fulfilling its
obligations under international law. I believe that war is never going to create less of a terrorist threat, it creates more. I believe that Australia should not
be stealing oil from a country which has risked so much to become
democratic and which is struggling to re-build itself. I believe that there is no justification for locking up children.
I believe that these things are more important than the state of the economy.
Prior to the election I went to a rally against the lies of the Howard
government. It was fantastic, 7,000 people marched through the streets of Sydney. There was a great atmosphere. I don’t know anyone who voted for Howard. And here in lies the point, we need to find a way to educate the masses, those people who didn’t go to the rally, and don’t go to any rallies.
The cab drivers, labourers, and ordinary Australians who are just trying to make a living and don’t really care, or don’t have the time to care, about international politics.
Those who read only main stream media and believe what they read. We need to be able to communicate to them, to say to them we are not all a bunch of tree hugging hippies and
actually what happens in international politics does affect their everyday lives. That in the broader perspective a tax cut and lower interest rates are not going to help when we no longer have free health care, the cost of medicines triples, are pharmaceutical and agricultural industries cannot compete with American, even in our own backyard, and when only the elite
can afford to go to university. That actually the cost of mandatory detention is far greater than any other alternative. Even if every one who is currently in a detention centre
were in the community and being given welfare it would still cost less than detention.
I need to do something, but at the moment I don’t know what to do, I
feel powerless, but there has to be something that I can do. Got any ideas? I am not sure who I am going to send this to, but to anyone who wants to help me all assistance would be greatly appreciated. Australia is supposed to be a democracy but democracy doesn’t work without a well informed public. With this in mind I want help to come up with a way to educate the public, and especially those people who see “left” as being a bad thing. Because I cannot live through another three years of Howard without some hope that we can change things, and because I think that this is a similar problem in many other countries.
Posting an article/letter written by her in the immediate aftermath, the only editing done is to the paragraphing:
The Australian election
My name is Mimi Zilliacus, I am a student studying history and politics
at the University of New South Wales in Australia.
Today I am very depressed. Yesterday my fellow citizens
re-elected John Howard, a man who has lied to the Australian people on numerous occasions on issues of much more importance than his sex life.
Why you might ask would the Australian people want this man back in
Parliament. Well that’s a very good question.
The reason is the money. He has claimed to be responsible for the
growth in the economy and for lower interest rates, and on top of that he has promised to bring in tax cuts for a select few.
What the general public fails to understand is that the growth in the economy and
interest rates are also dependant on what is going on in the global market place. They fail to see that a “free trade” agreement with the US is going f#$% us over, we will be the underdogs and America will be free to benefit at great costs to us, the Australian people.
I believe in human rights and that Australia should be fulfilling its
obligations under international law. I believe that war is never going to create less of a terrorist threat, it creates more. I believe that Australia should not
be stealing oil from a country which has risked so much to become
democratic and which is struggling to re-build itself. I believe that there is no justification for locking up children.
I believe that these things are more important than the state of the economy.
Prior to the election I went to a rally against the lies of the Howard
government. It was fantastic, 7,000 people marched through the streets of Sydney. There was a great atmosphere. I don’t know anyone who voted for Howard. And here in lies the point, we need to find a way to educate the masses, those people who didn’t go to the rally, and don’t go to any rallies.
The cab drivers, labourers, and ordinary Australians who are just trying to make a living and don’t really care, or don’t have the time to care, about international politics.
Those who read only main stream media and believe what they read. We need to be able to communicate to them, to say to them we are not all a bunch of tree hugging hippies and
actually what happens in international politics does affect their everyday lives. That in the broader perspective a tax cut and lower interest rates are not going to help when we no longer have free health care, the cost of medicines triples, are pharmaceutical and agricultural industries cannot compete with American, even in our own backyard, and when only the elite
can afford to go to university. That actually the cost of mandatory detention is far greater than any other alternative. Even if every one who is currently in a detention centre
were in the community and being given welfare it would still cost less than detention.
I need to do something, but at the moment I don’t know what to do, I
feel powerless, but there has to be something that I can do. Got any ideas? I am not sure who I am going to send this to, but to anyone who wants to help me all assistance would be greatly appreciated. Australia is supposed to be a democracy but democracy doesn’t work without a well informed public. With this in mind I want help to come up with a way to educate the public, and especially those people who see “left” as being a bad thing. Because I cannot live through another three years of Howard without some hope that we can change things, and because I think that this is a similar problem in many other countries.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Been converted
I am so going to abandon FM 106.5 now. Well, not entirely but for most of the time now.
For those of you still in Sydney and are somewhat jaded with mainstream music, please tune in to FM 94.5.
Whew. My soul is once again saved by this little band aid.
For those of you still in Sydney and are somewhat jaded with mainstream music, please tune in to FM 94.5.
Whew. My soul is once again saved by this little band aid.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Great party and strange conversation
Just got back from Circular Quay and oh boy, last night's party was one of the bestest I ever had, not least because I had the least duty and also because of the ability to let loose. Heh. More on that later if I feel like it.
After the party, went to the only 24 hour restaurant in Circular Quay for supper/brekkie. On the way there in a cab, was strangely engaged in a conversation that I never thought I would have with the taxi driver, not especially after a dance party at 3 am.
He was talking to me about the benefits of the bi-lingual policy in Singapore and advocates the view that the Chinese people are impressed with the results and are adopting the same mindsets with regards to the policies in China; apparently he thinks its the half democracy system in Singapore that also makes it palatable for the Chinese to adopt instead of the Western model, Americana example exemplar.
After the party, went to the only 24 hour restaurant in Circular Quay for supper/brekkie. On the way there in a cab, was strangely engaged in a conversation that I never thought I would have with the taxi driver, not especially after a dance party at 3 am.
He was talking to me about the benefits of the bi-lingual policy in Singapore and advocates the view that the Chinese people are impressed with the results and are adopting the same mindsets with regards to the policies in China; apparently he thinks its the half democracy system in Singapore that also makes it palatable for the Chinese to adopt instead of the Western model, Americana example exemplar.
Oh man indeed.
Gotta Zzzzzzz...laterz people.
Friday, October 15, 2004
Party tonite
Woo hoo...yeah you could tell I am really excited.
Yeah, get to see the shadows of those who smiles and says yeah, but comes crunch time, I can see the kite flying up a mile high.
"..Ti oor oor, buay lor hor..."
I am surrounded by wonderful people. Yeah.
Duh.
ON a more positive note, I get a free dinner tonight.
Yeah, get to see the shadows of those who smiles and says yeah, but comes crunch time, I can see the kite flying up a mile high.
"..Ti oor oor, buay lor hor..."
I am surrounded by wonderful people. Yeah.
Duh.
ON a more positive note, I get a free dinner tonight.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Reminder to meself
One thing good about blogs is that it can function as a public diary to remind me/us/people of the work I/we/everyone need to do.
So here goes:
International Buisness 1102: One group report on cross-culture leadership in the U.S. and compare it with Indonesia. Group meeting this Friday morning, DO MY PART!!!
Economics 3120: One essay worth 40% on how and what simplicity in econometrics is about. Print out the readings and read the bloody books I borrowed. Due 24th October I think.
Philosophy 1010: My weak subject this semester. Got to do a paper on Kitty Genovese's murder and a whole bunch of logic exercise...sian. Panic mode cos its due next Wednesday. Reminder, act sad and stress to gain sympathy to get extension of assignment!!!
SLSP 2002: One and a half page paper with Zenia, taking on the role of hospital managers, about healthcare issues and hospitals. Due this Wednesday.
So here goes:
International Buisness 1102: One group report on cross-culture leadership in the U.S. and compare it with Indonesia. Group meeting this Friday morning, DO MY PART!!!
Economics 3120: One essay worth 40% on how and what simplicity in econometrics is about. Print out the readings and read the bloody books I borrowed. Due 24th October I think.
Philosophy 1010: My weak subject this semester. Got to do a paper on Kitty Genovese's murder and a whole bunch of logic exercise...sian. Panic mode cos its due next Wednesday. Reminder, act sad and stress to gain sympathy to get extension of assignment!!!
SLSP 2002: One and a half page paper with Zenia, taking on the role of hospital managers, about healthcare issues and hospitals. Due this Wednesday.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Choices we make
Tonight, I saw something that I did not really expect to see and it was a scene that left me speechless. It was a moment of awakening and like a splash of freezing cold water to the face on a winters day.
Although to any other outsider who knows the situation somewhat, they would have seen it coming but I guess I intentionally left myself out of the loop. But still, it disarmed me to the extent that the only thing I could choose to do was to avoid.
Sure, the approach taken was somewhat crude and lack graciousness expected of a man. But hey, I am human too, so let me have the time of the day to myself, the way that I want to acknowledge how I felt.
What made it worse was the fact that I felt like a fool, well, not to be too beating myself about it but I think any other reasonable guy would feel the same were he in my shoes, perhaps except for Adrian (winkz). I can eventually accept the two of you together but please, do not in my face, act, or worse, pretend that everything is normal, fine and dandy, with all the innocence in the world.
Give me a little respect please. Even if I don't deserve it but maybe, just maybe, pretend that I do and should get some. What was your point of saying sorry? There is no way that anyone can heal it with just apologies.
Although to be fair, it is not hers nor his perogative to do so.
I just wanted to get home on the bus today but I got one of the biggest lesson here in Aust, it isn't pretty and the 'tuition' fee was much more than what I expected.
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On a separate note, I also found out tonight someone was just accommodating me for quite a while. I don't know what to say or feel about it.
The scars are still fresh and the wind still bites.
Can we ever go back to the good old days?
I wish we could.
Things happen.
We all make various choices earlier and the effects of those choices culminated to this day.
Is it bad or good?
I do not know.
Was innocence sacrificed?
Was there any in the first place?
We all put on masks.
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Am I still immature? Possibly so.
No wonder so many of the people at a party two days back were giving me strange looks.
"Haha, you fool."
Baka.
Although to any other outsider who knows the situation somewhat, they would have seen it coming but I guess I intentionally left myself out of the loop. But still, it disarmed me to the extent that the only thing I could choose to do was to avoid.
Sure, the approach taken was somewhat crude and lack graciousness expected of a man. But hey, I am human too, so let me have the time of the day to myself, the way that I want to acknowledge how I felt.
What made it worse was the fact that I felt like a fool, well, not to be too beating myself about it but I think any other reasonable guy would feel the same were he in my shoes, perhaps except for Adrian (winkz). I can eventually accept the two of you together but please, do not in my face, act, or worse, pretend that everything is normal, fine and dandy, with all the innocence in the world.
Give me a little respect please. Even if I don't deserve it but maybe, just maybe, pretend that I do and should get some. What was your point of saying sorry? There is no way that anyone can heal it with just apologies.
Although to be fair, it is not hers nor his perogative to do so.
I just wanted to get home on the bus today but I got one of the biggest lesson here in Aust, it isn't pretty and the 'tuition' fee was much more than what I expected.
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On a separate note, I also found out tonight someone was just accommodating me for quite a while. I don't know what to say or feel about it.
The scars are still fresh and the wind still bites.
Can we ever go back to the good old days?
I wish we could.
Things happen.
We all make various choices earlier and the effects of those choices culminated to this day.
Is it bad or good?
I do not know.
Was innocence sacrificed?
Was there any in the first place?
We all put on masks.
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Am I still immature? Possibly so.
No wonder so many of the people at a party two days back were giving me strange looks.
"Haha, you fool."
Baka.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Friday, October 08, 2004
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Numbness
Think this numbness thingy have been in great demand lately, not only with me but many other people around me...sheesh this is contagious man.
Called back home after such a long while but same pattern emerges again: the one who gave birth to me nagged at me on why I call back after so long and when I wanted to ask for my brother, mom turned her attention as to WHY I only called after he left...if this is conversation I rather not have it. As usual my mood-swing mechanism, as 'she' often calls it, kicked in and everything thereafter wasn't that pretty but yeah no one got yelled at or anything. Nothing new.
As I was saying something about the numbness thingy, my medication have been to play the song by Maroon 5 on repeat mode. I actually don't need to be so numbed this time round since the result was something that I already knew, just that this was something I have to do personally myself.
No, my world ain't going to come crashing down nor is it drastically turned into shades of dreary gray. It just isn't that colourful. I need to sterilise the memories, not eradicating them, just have to make them hold neutral feelings.
Or maybe I might opt for a lobotomy (noun : surgical interruption of nerve tracts to and from the frontal lobe of the brain; often results in marked cognitive and personality changes).
Not feeling anything now.
Called back home after such a long while but same pattern emerges again: the one who gave birth to me nagged at me on why I call back after so long and when I wanted to ask for my brother, mom turned her attention as to WHY I only called after he left...if this is conversation I rather not have it. As usual my mood-swing mechanism, as 'she' often calls it, kicked in and everything thereafter wasn't that pretty but yeah no one got yelled at or anything. Nothing new.
As I was saying something about the numbness thingy, my medication have been to play the song by Maroon 5 on repeat mode. I actually don't need to be so numbed this time round since the result was something that I already knew, just that this was something I have to do personally myself.
No, my world ain't going to come crashing down nor is it drastically turned into shades of dreary gray. It just isn't that colourful. I need to sterilise the memories, not eradicating them, just have to make them hold neutral feelings.
Or maybe I might opt for a lobotomy (noun : surgical interruption of nerve tracts to and from the frontal lobe of the brain; often results in marked cognitive and personality changes).
Not feeling anything now.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
SHE WILL BE LOVED
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehowI want more
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Forgot to attribute it to the band call Maroon 5.
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It's finally done.
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehowI want more
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Forgot to attribute it to the band call Maroon 5.
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It's finally done.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Reading list...
D n D
D n D = Dinner and dance or Do Not Disturb?
Sigh and will probably be homeless in Melbourne soon if I don't do anything soon...bleah.
And most ironically, recent events in my life seems to parallel some of the lessons or critical thinking I am supposed to learn in Philosophy 1010. I wonder.
But like my friend said, perphaps I been thinking too much lately. So that probably counts for nothing. Oh well, Melbourne here I come...for the third time again.
Mood: Excited
Sigh and will probably be homeless in Melbourne soon if I don't do anything soon...bleah.
And most ironically, recent events in my life seems to parallel some of the lessons or critical thinking I am supposed to learn in Philosophy 1010. I wonder.
But like my friend said, perphaps I been thinking too much lately. So that probably counts for nothing. Oh well, Melbourne here I come...for the third time again.
Mood: Excited
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Thursday, September 16, 2004
My parting note
SSA Sports 2004 Report
2004 has been a fruitful and busy year for us. There were a few major activities spread out through the year and it is with the support of our members that we could participate and organise some of these.
The first major event was the AISA games which is organised by the International Students Services to promote better relationships between the many international students organisations/clubs in the university. We participated in badminton, football, basketball and volleyball and we are pleased to report we came in second overall after the Indonesian Students Association.
The next major event we took part in was the Wollongong Games. We chartered a bus and took up a football team together with the team from University of Sydney’s Club Singapura. It was a fulfilling day even though the weather was gloomy and overcast the whole time we were there and it is noteworthy that a more active interaction between the SSAs from the universities in the Sydney metropolitan area and Wollongong University is encouraged with sporting activities.
We also took part in the 7 aside football tournament organised by the Asian Sports Association, we managed to reach the semi finals.
The last major event was the National Day Games jointly organised by UNSW SSA Sports and USYD Club Singapura. We took part in both the basketball (male/female) and 6-aside football tournament. Our ladies did us proud by clinching the gold medals with their wonderful performance against USYD.
Other points to note:
There were feedbacks from some members that it would be better if other activities like tennis/beach volleyball could be held. Their comments are much appreciated and we will endeavour to organise other sporting events on both competitive and friendly basis with other student clubs and/or SSA of other universities.
We hope that members could be more forthcoming with the events they wish to take place and we will give our best efforts to organise and support to make it come through.
In concluding, the sports directors would like to give their thanks and appreciation to the executive committee for giving their support and commitment for all the events and activities, and lastly, the SSA committee would like to thank all the members who gave their time and support to participate in the games throughout the year, it would have been impossible without their support.
2004 has been a fruitful and busy year for us. There were a few major activities spread out through the year and it is with the support of our members that we could participate and organise some of these.
The first major event was the AISA games which is organised by the International Students Services to promote better relationships between the many international students organisations/clubs in the university. We participated in badminton, football, basketball and volleyball and we are pleased to report we came in second overall after the Indonesian Students Association.
The next major event we took part in was the Wollongong Games. We chartered a bus and took up a football team together with the team from University of Sydney’s Club Singapura. It was a fulfilling day even though the weather was gloomy and overcast the whole time we were there and it is noteworthy that a more active interaction between the SSAs from the universities in the Sydney metropolitan area and Wollongong University is encouraged with sporting activities.
We also took part in the 7 aside football tournament organised by the Asian Sports Association, we managed to reach the semi finals.
The last major event was the National Day Games jointly organised by UNSW SSA Sports and USYD Club Singapura. We took part in both the basketball (male/female) and 6-aside football tournament. Our ladies did us proud by clinching the gold medals with their wonderful performance against USYD.
Other points to note:
There were feedbacks from some members that it would be better if other activities like tennis/beach volleyball could be held. Their comments are much appreciated and we will endeavour to organise other sporting events on both competitive and friendly basis with other student clubs and/or SSA of other universities.
We hope that members could be more forthcoming with the events they wish to take place and we will give our best efforts to organise and support to make it come through.
In concluding, the sports directors would like to give their thanks and appreciation to the executive committee for giving their support and commitment for all the events and activities, and lastly, the SSA committee would like to thank all the members who gave their time and support to participate in the games throughout the year, it would have been impossible without their support.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Chick Flick Trauma
Abandoned my dying overdued assignment last night for a movie with some friends.
It was a Chick Flick that comes with the usual works, nothing particularly outstanding except for the goosebumps it comes with at certain oh-I so-know-what's-going-to-happen-next scenes. Its a good movie to take a date/girlfriend out with if one don't mind the accompanying comments later like:" Oh How I wish my wedding is like this", "Why don't you ever treat me like this?" etc.
But I don't have one, so its a moot point. Haha.
Michael Jackson must be "thrilled" to have his Thriller featured quite a fair bit throughout the movie, yeah, the royalties will save a little of his tender little ass from some million dollars of debts he owes I reckon.
Oh the movie is Suddenly 30.
Yes, I love Jennifer Garner. Mmmmm....muscular sexy back...drools.
Went on to the Regent for a few rounds of beer after the flick. It was both interesting and entertaining. Nice friends I have.
Saw my first fist fight in Australia by Stupid when Drunk White Males. Woo hoo!
Must say I discover once again my knack for the mathematical game of 5-10-15-20... Hehe.
Laterz. Gotta attempt resuscitation procedures on ASS-signment.
It was a Chick Flick that comes with the usual works, nothing particularly outstanding except for the goosebumps it comes with at certain oh-I so-know-what's-going-to-happen-next scenes. Its a good movie to take a date/girlfriend out with if one don't mind the accompanying comments later like:" Oh How I wish my wedding is like this", "Why don't you ever treat me like this?" etc.
But I don't have one, so its a moot point. Haha.
Michael Jackson must be "thrilled" to have his Thriller featured quite a fair bit throughout the movie, yeah, the royalties will save a little of his tender little ass from some million dollars of debts he owes I reckon.
Oh the movie is Suddenly 30.
Yes, I love Jennifer Garner. Mmmmm....muscular sexy back...drools.
Went on to the Regent for a few rounds of beer after the flick. It was both interesting and entertaining. Nice friends I have.
Saw my first fist fight in Australia by Stupid when Drunk White Males. Woo hoo!
Must say I discover once again my knack for the mathematical game of 5-10-15-20... Hehe.
Laterz. Gotta attempt resuscitation procedures on ASS-signment.
Friday, September 10, 2004
So strange and yet so familar
Mobius strip anyone?
All the things that happened and that is going to happen, seems like its repeating itself in an infinite loop, just little variations that occur stochastically to make it seem different each time. I guess this is what they mean by Deja Vu (I don't care for spelling it correctly, so those pedantic ones can go consume bovine wastes).
My hair is growing out again. Sian. Just going to ignore it until before the Dinner and Dance.
My SLSP is going to the shits as far as I know my own situation.
And I begin to detect a pattern of the various interactions that people have with me recently. Does being an tunnel expressway that is not wanted anywhere rings a bell?
Sigh.
All the things that happened and that is going to happen, seems like its repeating itself in an infinite loop, just little variations that occur stochastically to make it seem different each time. I guess this is what they mean by Deja Vu (I don't care for spelling it correctly, so those pedantic ones can go consume bovine wastes).
My hair is growing out again. Sian. Just going to ignore it until before the Dinner and Dance.
My SLSP is going to the shits as far as I know my own situation.
And I begin to detect a pattern of the various interactions that people have with me recently. Does being an tunnel expressway that is not wanted anywhere rings a bell?
Sigh.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Feel so sick...
I feel so sick at myself. And I feel sick and unwell. Am I just a little unwell or am I just sinking into a hole that I dug for me, myself and I?
Well done...
in one little brief stroke, I was branded as a rumour monger.
Sigh.
No fault of anyone.
Just 'marvelling' at the recklessness of it all.
I got to study.
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This reminded me of a little memory that I thought I have buried long long long ago.
It was way back when I was still in primary four.
No one wanted to be the class monitor and because I was the 'helpful' one in class. I was made one by the form teacher.
That was in the first week of the new school term.
But one day, I forgot to bring in a piece of homework.
The form teacher, whether she was livid or not I forgot, but I think I vaguely remembered her words to the effect that I was not a good example and then promptly stripped me of the 'title' there and then.
Now back then being a Class 'insert-whatever-you-fancy-title' was a big deal and especially if that one gives you authority to keep the class quiet when the teacher wasn't around.
Getting stripped of that 'powerful' title, now that was tramautising for a nine and a half years old kid.
Today just brought back one of those feelings.
Sigh.
No fault of anyone.
Just 'marvelling' at the recklessness of it all.
I got to study.
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This reminded me of a little memory that I thought I have buried long long long ago.
It was way back when I was still in primary four.
No one wanted to be the class monitor and because I was the 'helpful' one in class. I was made one by the form teacher.
That was in the first week of the new school term.
But one day, I forgot to bring in a piece of homework.
The form teacher, whether she was livid or not I forgot, but I think I vaguely remembered her words to the effect that I was not a good example and then promptly stripped me of the 'title' there and then.
Now back then being a Class 'insert-whatever-you-fancy-title' was a big deal and especially if that one gives you authority to keep the class quiet when the teacher wasn't around.
Getting stripped of that 'powerful' title, now that was tramautising for a nine and a half years old kid.
Today just brought back one of those feelings.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
I think...
it is getting increasingly easier about not caring what others need or want.
Why?
At the expense of my own?
For what?
Altruism?
Friendship?
I wonder.
Once someone told somebody who kept on passing the message on until it reached my ears, that friendship is after all a nicer way to make use of each other.
Of course the message has been distorted by the time I post this here. Hell, even I don't know it anymore.
Life sucks.
Therefore go have a Chupa Chups.
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On the Russian School Children Hostages Crisis.
I am so sorry for all the bastardy things that the adults in this world ever cared to inflict on innocent children.
Those bastards and bitches should die a painful death.
There is no reason or rhymne as to any justification that those bastards and bitches can take to do such a terrible thing.
Fuck this.
Why?
At the expense of my own?
For what?
Altruism?
Friendship?
I wonder.
Once someone told somebody who kept on passing the message on until it reached my ears, that friendship is after all a nicer way to make use of each other.
Of course the message has been distorted by the time I post this here. Hell, even I don't know it anymore.
Life sucks.
Therefore go have a Chupa Chups.
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On the Russian School Children Hostages Crisis.
I am so sorry for all the bastardy things that the adults in this world ever cared to inflict on innocent children.
Those bastards and bitches should die a painful death.
There is no reason or rhymne as to any justification that those bastards and bitches can take to do such a terrible thing.
Fuck this.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
...
Care not, want not.
Pray not, wish not.
Take not, give not.
Say not, think not.
Try not, fall not.
Stay not, linger not.
Laugh not, cry not.
Hate not, love not, hurt not.
Pray not, wish not.
Take not, give not.
Say not, think not.
Try not, fall not.
Stay not, linger not.
Laugh not, cry not.
Hate not, love not, hurt not.
Of the cold night...
Darkness. Crept up silently.
So gently did it tread.
Warmth. Yanked away so suddenly.
The stars had shone so brightly, gently.
Like the hope of a distant land.
And it hailed.
So harshly, so majestically.
The Wind. Bored down to the marrow.
Lightning. Pierced through my eyes.
So blinding and yet so softly.
A Song. Rang through the heavy formless air.
Woeful and despair were its theme.
A Game. That wasn't meant to be played.
Hopelessness was its rules.
And so the Prince of Darkness, slothful and yet artful,
took the heart and buried it.
In a distant land, beyond the marshes, deep beneath and above lay the cold damp earth.
So gently did it tread.
Warmth. Yanked away so suddenly.
The stars had shone so brightly, gently.
Like the hope of a distant land.
And it hailed.
So harshly, so majestically.
The Wind. Bored down to the marrow.
Lightning. Pierced through my eyes.
So blinding and yet so softly.
A Song. Rang through the heavy formless air.
Woeful and despair were its theme.
A Game. That wasn't meant to be played.
Hopelessness was its rules.
And so the Prince of Darkness, slothful and yet artful,
took the heart and buried it.
In a distant land, beyond the marshes, deep beneath and above lay the cold damp earth.
Nice Cut and Paste
Here's a nice one:
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, just remember this mayonnaise jar and the beer story:
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous yes.
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff.If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you willnever have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal.Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
Of other people's delusions...
Hahahaha, this is what I call being delusional.....courtesy of katie.
"Just to tell you guys. You know the wonderfully slick advertisement portraying the SAF hunks in action.. with the slogan "ARMY, THE DECISIVE FORCE", the one that gets me all fired up everytime its played on TV. Well it's also played on repeat mode (rotating with some other ads) on the TV screens of the North East MRT line which i live along. Well, i always make it a point to keep my eyes peeled for it whenever i am on the train. And today i got on the train as usual, and to my surprise, sitting right beneath the screen are 2 soldiers. One in no.3 and the other in no.4.
As i was watching the ad, i looked at the 2 soldiers in horror.
The one in no.4 had no rank, Mickey Mouse ears, looked absolutely dopey, is so skinny i reckon he's below 50kg, wore a cheap looking rubber watch with cartoons on it. He totally looked like the antithesis of what i had envisioned, and the TOTAL OPPOSITE of the macho soldiers on the screen above him!!!! The one in no.3 was little better, looked "tut" and nondescript, although not as wimpy and skinny as his friend in no.4, hardly cutting the dashing, manly, macho and buff figure I had in my mind. Goodness me! And how ironic that I had to witness the juxtaposition of the video and 2 geeky and unmanly soldiers right by each other!Arrrgh!
What a let down and total wet blanket!I was left with the conclusion that only the regulars who have signed on with the army possess the spirit that I am lusting for and am enthralled with, correct me if i'm wrong. I deduced, those who are conscripted (NSF) and going on with it wishing to get it over and done with obviously don't have the willingness, spirit or desire to serve the nation or fit the archetype I have in mind. "
"Just to tell you guys. You know the wonderfully slick advertisement portraying the SAF hunks in action.. with the slogan "ARMY, THE DECISIVE FORCE", the one that gets me all fired up everytime its played on TV. Well it's also played on repeat mode (rotating with some other ads) on the TV screens of the North East MRT line which i live along. Well, i always make it a point to keep my eyes peeled for it whenever i am on the train. And today i got on the train as usual, and to my surprise, sitting right beneath the screen are 2 soldiers. One in no.3 and the other in no.4.
As i was watching the ad, i looked at the 2 soldiers in horror.
The one in no.4 had no rank, Mickey Mouse ears, looked absolutely dopey, is so skinny i reckon he's below 50kg, wore a cheap looking rubber watch with cartoons on it. He totally looked like the antithesis of what i had envisioned, and the TOTAL OPPOSITE of the macho soldiers on the screen above him!!!! The one in no.3 was little better, looked "tut" and nondescript, although not as wimpy and skinny as his friend in no.4, hardly cutting the dashing, manly, macho and buff figure I had in my mind. Goodness me! And how ironic that I had to witness the juxtaposition of the video and 2 geeky and unmanly soldiers right by each other!Arrrgh!
What a let down and total wet blanket!I was left with the conclusion that only the regulars who have signed on with the army possess the spirit that I am lusting for and am enthralled with, correct me if i'm wrong. I deduced, those who are conscripted (NSF) and going on with it wishing to get it over and done with obviously don't have the willingness, spirit or desire to serve the nation or fit the archetype I have in mind. "
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Of Emails...
My unimail account was over the set quota recently as indicated by those unfeeling icons on the interface.
I must be stupid or something since I can't for the life of me figure out how to delete my old emails so as to keep below the 20mb quota. I have accumulated a whole lot of emails since my first day in the uni.
My sentimental ways extend even to my emails.
Sometimes, I scare even myself.
Anyway, everytime I tried to move some of the old messages to the trash can, this stupefying message keeps on popping up saying there is some error in moving the messages to the trash can. This meant I cannot clear my inbox. Therefore I am stuck with a screwed account.
Sigh, technology so fazes me.
I must be stupid or something since I can't for the life of me figure out how to delete my old emails so as to keep below the 20mb quota. I have accumulated a whole lot of emails since my first day in the uni.
My sentimental ways extend even to my emails.
Sometimes, I scare even myself.
Anyway, everytime I tried to move some of the old messages to the trash can, this stupefying message keeps on popping up saying there is some error in moving the messages to the trash can. This meant I cannot clear my inbox. Therefore I am stuck with a screwed account.
Sigh, technology so fazes me.
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