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scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.comBlogger3631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1126967443975951692005-09-17T06:55:00.000-07:002005-09-17T07:30:43.983-07:00NetworkAfter 3 months of dropping off the corporate radar, I realised last week just how much people's organisations become an extension of their identity.While I'd still been gainfully employed, I'd taken this forgranted, seated snugly in my cubicle, phoneset cradled in one ear, trotting out a brisk introduction of myself to people I'd never met before, followed automatically by the company I scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1126627860446753042005-09-13T08:28:00.000-07:002005-09-13T09:51:02.316-07:00NoteUnplugged's been updated.FMThere're times when another writer puts something across in a very succinct and resonative manner. And you know that your only contribution towards the crystalisation of the existent writing is to simply quote it.This columnist, dour Brit wit aside, communicated perfectly the transition we all make from listening to the very latest songs, to shuffling over to the scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1126251720093741692005-09-09T00:30:00.000-07:002005-09-09T00:42:00.100-07:00TechidiotGeez. I just spent 5 eardrum-splitting seconds with Ja Rule's and Ashanti Wonderful blaring into my ear because I had a case of technology-brainfreeze and had momentarily forgotten how to turn down the volume on my iPod.Must not. Press 'Menu'. Before using. Scrollwheel.*wipes brow*SeafieldiansI think it's a Seafield thing. I remember hearing news of my secondary school classmates having scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1125554299633419172005-08-31T22:50:00.000-07:002005-08-31T22:58:19.640-07:00FreakThe only way you can stay reasonably sane in university, is to be aware of and resign yourself to the prevailing law that applies across universities and cultures.1. There are whole shitloads of freaks out there.2. They're all on your campus.3. They all have the same timetable as you.4. They will end up in your project group.4 (a). The one project that is gradable.5. Despite the general scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1125339408910918542005-08-29T10:35:00.000-07:002005-08-29T11:23:28.966-07:00Why I Miss/Look Forward To Being a Journalist1. What the hell sounds cooler than 'journalist'? Astronaut, maybe. Neurosurgeon, supermodel, stuntdriver...but after all that, comes 'journalist', I swear.2. Free lunches, free premiere passes and a LOT of free thumbdrives, for some reason. Pity the poor bastard covering the tech beat. Must be quite deluged by now.3. No long projects and progress scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1125233000158143022005-08-28T05:42:00.000-07:002005-08-28T05:43:20.163-07:00NoteUnplugged's been updated.scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1125200390829129702005-08-27T20:12:00.000-07:002005-08-27T20:39:50.836-07:00CheemWhen the school publication's chief editor had ominously warned us freshies that updating our blogs would be a thing of the past once school started, I'd inwardly scoffed.One entriless week later, I've been mercilessly kicked around and bounced across the barren dessert of a campus in the name of the pursuit of knowledge and am thoroughly ready to concede defeat.He'd said that the only scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1124333030335001832005-08-17T19:13:00.000-07:002005-08-17T19:49:37.463-07:00CrackdownThey say that you have to leave your country to actually appreciate it. In the beginning when I got to Sg, all I could appreciate was the hawker food I'd left behind in Subang. The char kuay teow, the hokkien mee that was actually black and nasi lemak that did not have the abomination of luncheon meat as a side dish.Over time too, I've begun to appreciate an element of Malaysian society scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1124268204359145672005-08-17T01:43:00.000-07:002005-08-17T02:16:53.873-07:00ReformatThe uncensored version can be found at Unplugged.I've, on many occassions, esperienced the urge to brain someone on the upside of his head and cause that person lasting bodily damage. No one, however, has come as close to making me do this as the feckless tech guy that I had the misfortune of dealing with yesterday.Granted, the room was crowded and the man was overworked. But having scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1123806589953940962005-08-11T17:23:00.000-07:002005-08-11T17:33:29.136-07:00EarplugsIn the wee hours of dawn today, I stuck one toe out of unconsciousness and blearily realised that only one of my earplugs remained lodged in my ears, rendering this particular pair useless.Too tired to raise an almighty stink, I rolled over and trite little sentence fragments drifted into my fuzzy mind.You think earplugs grow on trees?I'm not made of earplugs, you know.This is the real scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1123665310724561892005-08-10T01:15:00.000-07:002005-08-10T03:23:52.423-07:00UpdateUnplugged's been updated.Menghitung HariIt's ironic. 300-over songs in my iPod and when it comes to picking a one-minute fragment for an audition, I'm stumped.I was sitting on the train today when it struck me that there were 3 choices I could be very comfortable with, and that all 3 were in Malay.Manbai's Kau Ilhamku, Innuendo's Belaian Jiwa and and Kris Dayanti's Menghitung Hari.I'd scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1123599808029594622005-08-09T07:59:00.000-07:002005-08-09T08:03:28.036-07:00OwHaving a sprained wrist makes you feel awfully vulnerable. There're lots of things you take forgranted which you quickly learn to value once you learn that you can't carry them out.Opening jars, twisting doorknobs, messaging, fending off muggers, simple flexing. Wanking.Not good. I won't recommend anyone sleeping on a single bed. Seriously inhumane, these.scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1123578731083479822005-08-09T01:52:00.000-07:002005-08-09T02:12:11.090-07:00Grand OpeningI read an article in Digital Life the other day about how employers are increasingly scouring the net for information on job-seekers, even going through lengths to read prospective workers' blogs. Such people are evidently not getting laid.As an act of defiance against Google-addicts and sex-deprived Human Resources people, [This]FunctionaLife is sprawling even further across the netscribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1123054840700828572005-08-03T00:16:00.000-07:002005-08-03T00:40:40.706-07:00ScribeSometimes, you don't really know why you do the things you do until someone pushes you out in front of dozens of nubile teenagers and makes you explain.When my alma mater had asked me to go back to school and speak to the kids on Career Day about being a journalist and being on scholarship, I'd been mortified beyond belief.What was I supposed to say? That it's a good meal ticket? Because scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1122863781070803682005-07-31T19:17:00.001-07:002005-07-31T19:48:25.203-07:00CheemologyI'm facing the danger of erosion (damage) to my vocabulary. Since starting this new-fangled volunteer work with teens, I've been told to scale back (lesser a bit) on my use of sophisticated (cheem) language and replace (change to) them with lexicon (lingo) that teenagers could better grasp (understand).So far, particularly unwieldy (not so nice) substitutes include replacing 'fragile' scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1122861264539517892005-07-31T18:47:00.000-07:002005-07-31T18:56:18.890-07:00WedgieIf the software world was a schoolyard, I swear, Windows XP would be the preppy little snitch who got constantly picked on and had no friends.I booted up my laptop today and got a message that positively reeked of anal-rententiveness.Windows has detected unused icons on your desktop. The desktop cleanup wizard can perform a cleanup operation. Please click on this bubble for more scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1122741034780538792005-07-30T09:05:00.000-07:002005-07-30T09:30:34.786-07:00FiveSometimes you count your blessings. 1. That it only starts raining during the wedding after you've gotten into the cab.2. That you get to play World of Warcraft with your boyfriend's account.3. That songs like 'Kidnap the Sandy Klaws' exist.4. That the pimped-out iPod has triumphed over the insipid Zen.5. That you won't be scuttling about looking for a job upon graduation.scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1122571189157672672005-07-28T10:00:00.000-07:002005-07-28T10:22:01.313-07:00FunnyJen said something real nice to me today. Probably the nicest thing someone's said to me all day. We were standing on the platform of the Orchard train station and she'd just finished recounting her horrendous oversleeping fiasco that had made her late for the scholars' lunch.She'd told me that they'd served fruit for dessert at the do, and I'd snorted and said that fruit didn't qualify as scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1122344458759896152005-07-25T19:14:00.000-07:002005-07-25T19:20:58.766-07:00OrderHaving been thoroughly traumatised by how USJ 8 was right next to USJ 18, and how USJ 18/1B was not, as one would expect, between USJ 18/1A and USJ 18/1C, Syl, proper Singaporean that he is, has come up with a master plan.In accordance with our strategy to Become Obscenely Rich and Rule The World, Syl reckons he's hit the jackpot with this one.He's going to sell the Malaysians 'order'.scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1121907410817897632005-07-20T17:30:00.000-07:002005-07-20T17:56:50.826-07:00PlanktonAfter a foray into the great outdoors for what was supposed to be a 3-day 2-night orientation camp, my knee made me call it quits after barely 16 hours.After a disastrous Tarzan-rope (they call it the 'Nitro Walk', but for the love of god, people) experience, a freak accident in the portable showers and a heart-plunging rendesvous with the bottom of a muddy slope, I packed myself and my scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1121737100354055272005-07-18T18:06:00.000-07:002005-07-18T18:38:20.363-07:00Someone's DeadOver the weekend, I'd been huddled over a book, sniffing back copious amounts of mucus with tears being squeezed out the sides of my eyes.I'd occasionally stop to swipe them away with the back of my hand before breaking out into fresh sobs at the next paragraph and lifting up my head to howl melodramatically, "It's so saaaadddd!" before giving way to a series of shuddering scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1121221303508637182005-07-12T18:55:00.000-07:002005-07-12T19:21:43.516-07:00Another Loser Anthem, BabyI've had a coupla near-brushes with celebrities lately. First, I'd waited 4 (four!) hours in line with Sonia at Kino so that Neil Gaiman could sign my copy of The Sandman comics. He was a very pleasant and obliging man- which meant that we were lucky that we didn't go ahead with my plan to ask him to autograph a book he hadn't written or fawningly address him as 'Mr scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1120784678957746442005-07-07T17:42:00.000-07:002005-07-07T18:04:38.966-07:00PronSilly me, I'd always thought that the charade would end once we got into university. That being only a step away from having a career meant that we could throw off any guise of having irksome features like 'values' and 'morals'.I thought that this would be the point where someone would sit us down and tell us,"Now, this may come as a bit of a shock, but, uh...there aren't any nice suburban scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1120489442669399432005-07-04T07:34:00.000-07:002005-07-04T08:04:02.730-07:00E Pluribus UnumA (favourable) change in circumstances will see me with ample time and capacity to do all things hedonistic and navel-gazing online.I'll pop up on your messaging panel more often, be blogging more often and will also be scarring the psyches of more teenagers than ever before thanks to the e-mentor volunteer work that I'll be starting. (God bless those sorry bastards).A lot has scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1120037571705277232005-06-29T02:31:00.000-07:002005-06-29T02:33:29.716-07:00MagaritaI apologise in advance for the fact that this isn't a proper entry.But the only thing I can think of to blog right now, is my yawning craving for a cold, frozen magarita with lots of salt on the rim. Like the one they served in Uncle Chilli's the last time Syl and me visited Kelv in KL.Cold, crushed ice...salt...lots of salt.*shakes self*This is a backlash from the 5 pints of beer I scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1119006045419552572005-06-17T05:27:00.000-07:002005-06-19T18:41:21.450-07:00Clearing Out My DeskAs I file my last story and share my last water cooler moment with Jen and Rachel, I find that I don't have the appropriate soundtrack on my iPod for this entry.The songs on my playlist are either frenetic, angry or plain horny-sounding. But I don't have any sad ones, anything that expresses the bittersweet melancholy so appropriate for my last day as a journalist.As much as scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1118919740685230702005-06-16T03:43:00.000-07:002005-06-16T04:02:20.690-07:00OBI'm not a crusader. Have never been. I like comfort and decadent lifestyles too much. I've long come to terms with the fact that one cannot remain true to one's values and maintain a designer habit at the same time.But today, something happened that forced me to confront the few principles that I stood for.I was many things today- disgusted, appalled, disillusioned and shaken.The opportunity scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1118802857684013192005-06-15T08:07:00.000-07:002005-06-14T19:34:17.693-07:00I'm Pro-Choice, DammitIt was very Darla moment.I'd clumped over a soaking pavement clutching an umbrella Syl had lent me before work this morning.I frequently use borrowed umbrellas because unlike most conventional females, I never have a pack of tissues tucked handily away, and I most certainly am never in possession of an umbrella when it rains.It was a fairly unremarkable umbrella at first scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1117508595253719202005-05-30T19:49:00.000-07:002005-05-30T20:03:15.256-07:00LostMy cubicle is a veritable mess. I cannot for the life of me locate the agenda for a congress I'm supposed to cover. The possibilities are actually pretty limited.There's the pile of prospectuses on one end. The stack of press releases over on the other side. Or maybe the agenda's lumped together with the random other heaps of FUCKING MEDIA KITS WHICH DEFY ANY PREVIOUS LOGIC OF scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1116917315429855772005-05-23T23:16:00.000-07:002005-05-23T23:48:35.450-07:00AvariceGod bless free lunches.This is how the journalistic fortress comes to ruin, I tell you. Under the onslaught of spicy chicken ramen and ice teh tarik.*burp*scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1116566979571612222005-05-19T18:44:00.000-07:002005-05-19T22:36:45.650-07:00I (Also) Beat Al GoreYour SAT Score of 1470 Means:You Scored Higher Than Howard SternYou Scored Higher Than George W. BushYou Scored Higher Than Al GoreYou Scored Higher Than David DuchovnyYou Scored Higher Than Natalie PortmanYou Scored Lower Than Bill GatesYour IQ is most likely in the 140-150 rangeEquivalent ACT score: 33Schools that Fit Your SAT Score:Deep Springs CollegeMassachusetts scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1116478312590599612005-05-18T21:33:00.000-07:002005-05-18T21:51:52.596-07:00ChwingasIn a Snoop Dogg-inspired fit of lunch time idleness, this conversation with Jen emerged. She'd been nervous about starting school in the States this August. And I'd tried putting her fears to rest. Snoop Dogg-style.A short but very essential glossary. You'll thank me.Hee-zee = HeadGravy = GreatThe rest, I'll leave it to your prior experience of Randy Jackson to handle.Jennani ... sigh, USscribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1115345453951199002005-05-05T07:57:00.000-07:002005-05-05T19:13:52.773-07:00BlingReading Tom Wolfe's Bonfire of the Vanities, it's occurred to me that I'd have fit right into the '80's.There would've been a very happy melding between my hollow and materialistic crust of a soul with Wall Street and gold-coupon bonds.I would've happily worn the big hair and large earrings, arriving at the office every morning clad in Jane Fonda-spandex.When my shoulder pads bulged out, it scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1114775844943114392005-04-29T04:47:00.000-07:002005-04-29T04:57:24.943-07:00JackfruitThat's it. My brief foray into self-bought fruit is officially over.After 4 trips to the throne in under 10 hours, I am now officially the mortal enemy of the jackfruit.That's an average of a major shit every 2.5 hours, in case anyone is counting.scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1114602420689611662005-04-27T08:38:00.000-07:002005-04-27T04:47:00.690-07:00LeapThere was a brief, terrifying moment when I couldn't remember how to spell 'leapt' while I was frantically banging out a story.I'd erroneously waffled into 'lept', then semi-realised it should be 'leapt' before going on to oscillate worriedly between 'leaped' and 'leapt'.Briefly, I considered admitting defeat with my tail between my legs and using 'jumped'. Can't go wrong with that.It got so scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1114053598848498792005-04-20T20:09:00.000-07:002005-04-20T20:19:58.850-07:00WhiteSmack right in the middle of the Apple shop that is heaving with tech-freaks and 'Mac Evangelists', a man loudly declares:"Everything here is white! I won't buy...they'll turn yellow"I'm not sure if he hasn't grasped the current mania over minimalist sleekness and the genius of the iBook, or whether this is another pathetic display of nonchalance towards one of Steve Jobs' unaffordable scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1113465812680417842005-04-14T00:57:00.000-07:002005-04-14T01:03:32.683-07:00ReallyThis really isn't a startling revelation. But it officially occurred to me today that I really am a whole squirming, wiggling bag of quirks.On the way back to the office from lunch, I'd spent the entire train ride with my face scrunched up against the glass door of the carriage.I'd been determined not to be thwarted by my own reflection this time, and really examine the innards of the scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1112281653868974272005-03-31T06:55:00.000-08:002005-04-07T03:04:08.856-07:00CockyIn the staidness of work today, I suddenly remembered a snatch of an Economics class I'd had last year.It'd been hot. Boat, who sat next to me, had been particularly annoying.And I was, as usual, being myself.He'd said something and I'd said something.Out of nowhere, orange highlighters were whipped out, and war was declared.Boat went home with a streak of orange across the back of his scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1111143735827594412005-03-18T02:15:00.000-08:002005-03-18T03:02:15.833-08:00StuffRachel had been regaling me with tales about her heated debate over Middle Eastern political issues with a dignitary.As far as Middle Eastern politics went, I knew the basics. There had been poor old Yasser Arafat. The brawl over the Gaza Strip. Hamas being an awful pain.These were little superfluous bits of information that would keep me afloat at similarly superfluous dinner parties and scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1110374847904488732005-03-08T08:22:00.000-08:002005-03-09T05:27:27.906-08:00PayoffAfter the overly-dramatic fretting and whinging, I am pleased to inform you that A Levels went well. For me and a sizeable portion of my cohort, at least.Distinctions in Economics, Literature, History, Math, General Paper and Economics S Paper. I topped my batch, which was nice.I failed the fuck out of History S Paper, though. We all had a good laugh about that. Except my History teachers scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1109473280239182072005-02-26T18:23:00.000-08:002005-02-26T19:04:04.130-08:00FREE ARASH AND MOJTABAAs I type this, Arash Sigarci faces 14 years in prison. For blogging.Mojtaba Saminejad was arrested, freed on bail, had his bail doubled, and is now imprisoned in Tehran. Also because he blogged. In Iran.I rarely, if ever, get fired up for a cause. But this is something I implore every blogger to pay attention to.Whether or not you are a serious political blogger, or someonescribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1108714508873015572005-02-17T23:45:00.000-08:002005-02-18T00:23:45.306-08:00LicoriceIn a horrifyingly self-affirming Bridget Jones prophecy, I've finally had my definitive Disaster Interview this week.Having conducted countless one-on-one interviews with key figures who've either found me a rather unpenitent asker of redundant questions or just a plain stupid intern, I've had the mother of all catastrophic interviews. One in which I have astounded myself with my own scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1107908127254937492005-02-08T16:11:00.000-08:002005-02-08T16:15:27.253-08:00I had another one of those panic attacks again. They have been increasing in frequency since that episode on the train last week.
I don't know what to do.scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1107879627426094192005-02-08T09:12:00.000-08:002005-02-08T08:20:27.426-08:00OMG
Oh my god. I so need to be marooned on some island somewhere. Where there is no Chinese New Year.
Wait. I can't cook, can't clean and generally have a profound distaste for the outdoors.
Oh my god. I so need to be marooned in the middle of a cosmopolitan city with plenty of sex and alcohol. Where it's Christmas all year round.
No. Christmas and sex don't go together, contrary to what scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1107680999646767052005-02-05T19:32:00.000-08:002005-02-06T01:09:59.646-08:0012 Things
I turned 20 at the end of last month. A grateful shoutout to all the people who’ve phoned or messaged their goodwill. It’s awfully nice to be remembered in a way that does not include the word ‘bitch’ in it.
As a commemorative effort, I’ve decided to compile a list of things I’ve learnt, having spent 2 whole decades on this planet.
1.Bulgarians are the only people who nod as a way ofscribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1107660569871983332005-02-05T18:57:00.000-08:002005-02-05T19:29:29.873-08:00Remember
We gathered in the newsroom that day.
A microcosm of the upward-gazing populace in New York on that fateful day, we paid a projector-tribute to the tsunami, its victims and the people who’d gone there armed with a notebook and camera crew.
As the flickering images of death and devastation played out silently above us like a Charlie Chaplin movie gone horribly wrong, a sea of scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1106481021396253882005-01-23T03:46:00.000-08:002005-01-23T03:52:10.193-08:00Furckkkkk
I'd originally had 2 very meaty entries to post, as per my Sunday routine.
Thanks to a sluggish broadband connection and a friggin PC tripping on a firewall high, you won't get to read any of it.
I have nothing but loathing for over-firewalled PCs. ZoneAlarm can go and suck it.
scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1105872830144980042005-01-16T01:57:00.000-08:002005-01-16T02:53:50.143-08:00Debit
You'd think that people'd avoid calling me at work. That no cubicle wall is thin enough to deter me from spitting out a litany of expletives and attempting to jam my middle finger through the mouthpiece, into your throat.
You'd think.
With age, comes a direct increase of orneriness. And how unpleasant you are varies inversely with how much you're paid.
This lethal combination then scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1105237390805529992005-01-08T18:04:00.000-08:002005-04-07T03:00:08.443-07:0040 DaysThere's a downside to working at the paper.I've cried silently in my cubicle at least 3 times so far.It's hard not to when you look up at your screen and see yet another 'Person missing, presumed dead in tsunami tragedy' story being filed.scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1103953439201727872004-12-24T21:28:00.000-08:002004-12-24T21:45:25.246-08:00
John 3:16
Potato salad and luscious mayonnaise.
Clay Aiken's First Noel playing on the stereo.
Fresh leaves and chunks of egg, topped by slivers of ham, soaking in Thousand Island sauce.
The smell of fresh basil.
Portobello mushrooms stuffed with cheese and bacon bits.
Clinique's Happy Heart scent.
Spirelli pasta in tomato sauce with roast chicken.
Tinsel and ceramic cherubim.
Glazed scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1103881495971046772004-12-24T01:40:00.000-08:002004-12-24T01:44:55.970-08:00Okay, my colleagues aren't so much white-collar drones as they are white-collar maniacs. I have had an insane, harrowing first week at work.
I have also developed a hysterical Chandler-like work laugh.
Between chasing stories in the morning that go belly-up after lunch and making endless phonecalls to what must be some of the weirdest people in Singapore, the only way I've been able to cope scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1103249832736469892004-12-16T17:53:00.000-08:002004-12-16T18:17:12.736-08:00Conversations You Remember for Life
Heading back to Singapore on the bus from KLMe: Dude, can you see what that roadside sign says? I wanna know how much further till the Causeway.
Syl: Uh...Batu Pahat, 23 km. Where's that?
Me: Johor.
Syl: Oh my God!
Me: What? What?!
Syl:*eyes wide open with fear* We're passing through Johor to get home!
Me: And that is bad because..?
Syl: Oh..you mean scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1102646720724338342004-12-09T18:23:00.000-08:002004-12-09T18:45:20.726-08:00Sylvie, Kelvin And Joycie Go to KL
Being in KL for the past week, I've been otherwise preoccupied with non-blog-related activities. It was an unbelievable riot. Special thanks to Kelvin for being our Gandalf. Syl and I love you long time. In a phantasmagorical tumble of midnight ghost scares, drunken hi-jinks and general near-misses with the law, Harold and Kumar-who?
Will post juicy detail by scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1101881816829234562004-11-30T22:14:00.000-08:002004-11-30T22:17:44.113-08:00
Colorgenics
Your Mood: At the moment your sensual and emotional needs are not being met. Perhaps you are finding life more than a little harsh at present. Being unable to relax is making you tired and taking the edge off your enthusiasm. Focus and determined describes your present mood. You are out to achieve your goal and you concentrate on that. Unwavering you want to stick to the target of scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1101881242218494052004-11-30T22:05:00.000-08:002004-11-30T22:07:22.216-08:00Colorgenics
Your mind is never at rest. You are continually striving to influence all those about you. You have some excellent ideas but you persist in trying to persuade others just how great your ideas really are. Maybe you are trying too hard. Take it easy - remember, 'Everything comes to those who wait'.
You are working extremely hard trying to improve your image in the eyes of others. You scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1101880618667202522004-11-30T21:49:00.000-08:002004-11-30T21:56:58.666-08:00see what hurts me the most
is you won't admit you was wrong,bitch,
do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom,
but how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get,
you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit
Cleanin Out My Closet- The Eminem Show
scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1101799866898962702004-11-29T23:18:00.000-08:002004-11-29T23:40:58.140-08:00MERDEKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For people like Tim, whose grasp of Malay is 'tenuous', this literally means 'inde-fucking-pendence'. The great forefathers of my humble country once stood in a like-named stadium and yelled that three times on 31 August, 1957. Funny little man in the sarong and weird-looking hat, complete with Mr. Chai spectacles. Eh, he was Tunku fucking scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1101366665696398212004-11-24T22:44:00.000-08:002004-11-24T23:11:05.696-08:00
Long Overdue
There're a bunch of emails I have yet to reply. Sometimes I don't say nuthin' till I'm good and ready. 'A' Levels is somewhat done, with 'S' Papers remaining until next Monday. I might be ready then.
In order of tardiness:
-A brief thank you however, to Grace. *hugs*
-A genuine apology to my home bitch, Candy. Will update you as soon as I can. Tons happening.
-A hat to my chestscribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1100072823353868212004-11-09T23:18:00.000-08:002004-11-09T23:52:52.826-08:00
Luke, I'm Your Father
A simultaneous urge to sign on with the army must've welled up amongst at least half of the male History students on Monday. As we trooped into the exam hall for A-Levels, we expected a triumphant showdown of Jedi Knight-like proportions. Instead, we were greeted by a massacre worthy of Armageddon and to rub salt into the wound, were forced to call Darth Vader "Daddy".
scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1099369124081373642004-11-01T19:50:00.000-08:002004-11-01T20:18:44.083-08:009 Friggin AM
I had one of those very society-unfriendly rampages yesterday after a rather trying episode at the Singapore Postal headquarters. You'd think that going to the mother of all post offices would save you a marginal amount of grief. It doesn't.
That wasn't the worst part. The shit only hit the fan when I'd stormed out from the post office, major vein throbbing merrily away in my scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1099362525670106202004-11-01T18:23:00.000-08:002004-11-01T18:28:45.670-08:00Not Yet
Heh. Okay.
Several of y'all have gotten the impression that I'm done with 'A' Levels. I'm not.
I'm done with junior college. But not the actual national examination. That starts this Thursday.
This explains my reticence. Go keep track of the Bush-Kerry elections instead. Or find out Cheney's 'undisclosed location'. In case Pat LaMarche replaces him or something. *snorts*
scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1099021910816433292004-10-28T20:33:00.000-07:002004-10-28T20:51:50.816-07:00Chose
A few nights ago, I'd had one of the hardest conversations of my life. When it was over, I was relieved. It was a moment (a long-drawn out one at that) of self-discovery.
Let me start properly. I like things. A lot. More than I like some people sometimes. Things don't ask much of you. They don't talk back, they don't call you up at 5 in the morning, sobbing and heaving. They don't die onscribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1097897382972985562004-10-15T19:19:00.000-07:002005-04-10T18:02:48.810-07:00In Memory of Lorraine Ong. I graduated yesterday. Unlike the one I'd experienced in high school, this one was momentous. It meant something to me yesterday, for the first time in my 13 years of education, for reasons I have not fully fathomed. As we were pronounced 'graduates' by the college, my fist, along with a thousand others rose up in a triumphant roar melded with euphoria. In a moment of scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1096372321107346722004-09-28T04:13:00.000-07:002004-09-28T04:52:01.106-07:00Zouk
I make it a general rule of thumb to assume that it's never a good thing when my name is called in public. Casually turning around and intentionally squinting short-sightedly a few degrees to the left of the cretin before swivelling around walking off in an evidently bemused manner guarantees that retribution will not be forthcoming the next time I see said cretin.
So it was with slightly scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1094700007499841092004-09-08T19:41:00.000-07:002004-09-08T20:20:07.500-07:00I'm Not Dead. Yet.
I have, in the past few weeks of non-blogging, been preoccupied with
Cramming rabidly for A-Level PrelimsPacking up my grubby worldly possessions (they smell funny) for a move to my new place in Tanjong KatongPutting together my application for Yale (It's not fun, and it's not exciting)Planning my very first indie year-end trip to KL and Bangkok in December (Airasia and scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1092578342389918682004-08-15T06:09:00.000-07:002004-08-15T07:10:35.636-07:00
blog Pte Ltd
I remember being very slightly rankled when my blog had been nominated as Blog O' the Week on Project Petaling Street last year, and Fooji had posted a critical comment on their choice even though he(she?) had retracted it afterwards. So I'll have to tread rather carefully.
I supposed I must've felt a little like Fooji, having read the recent hype on another blogger in a national scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1091852213044055812004-08-06T20:51:00.000-07:002004-08-06T21:17:36.123-07:00
Extra, Extra
Having been given fresh impetus to mug up on the less attractive parts of the newspaper by the prospect of a journalistic career, I've suddenly remembered why I'd stopped in the first place. It wasn't a denial of reality or a wish to concoct a candy-pink world of fluff and Jessica Simpson. It was a stark reinforcement of a world that I'd secretly known all along was corrupt and scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1090694655523010372004-07-24T11:34:00.000-07:002004-07-24T11:44:15.523-07:00
Plath
I'm beginning to like this again. The formation of words in an order that I'd still like a year from now. The magic of prose finally feeling magical again. The obsessive deleting and re-deleting of a single word until you find one that's just right.
It's a nice, familiar groove that I haven't felt in a year; the messaging of old friends in between carving out a new entry for nobody scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1090691138804747432004-07-24T09:41:00.000-07:002004-07-24T10:45:38.803-07:00
I get this paralysing fear.
It's really cold out here.
Everything I ever held dear,
Hanging on a solitary tear.
A part of me wants to let go too,
But mostly I just need you.
In a moment of selfish honesty,
You've destroyed all I have in me.
My only fault thus far,
Was to expect on par,
All I've placed on the altar,
Time, love, and a big caramel bar.
People tell me things too,
Of how I'm ascribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1090403861353142442004-07-21T02:44:00.000-07:002004-07-21T02:57:41.353-07:00
Hell Yeah, This is Cool
This is by far, the best Blogger upgrade ever. I'd wanted to whinge about getting sick. But this is one helluva worthy digression.
Sick
I'm doing it anyway.
1 month and two packs of aspirin later, my immune system has thrown up its hands, thrown in the towel and gone home, demanding a payrise. I woke up this morning with every intention of going to school when scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1089892618886075172004-07-15T04:43:00.000-07:002004-07-15T04:56:58.886-07:00Relak-One-Corner
It was one of those things that put together a whole lot of gunpowder, a spark, and a very short fuse.
We'd been sitting down to lunch at the cafeteria, Syl and I. And we weren't very happy to begin with.
Going through a brow-wrinkling post-mortem of the mid-year examination and the gameplan for the upcoming workload this term, we were interrupted by a representative from scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1089421824943525102004-07-09T18:03:00.000-07:002004-07-09T18:10:24.943-07:00I Still Like You
This comes a tad bit late.
I've suddenly developed a case of Elitist Commentbox and only members seem to be able to post comments.
If you haven't been able to post thus far, you ought to know that you are a member too. Just as soon as I get hold of your email address and send you an invite. Non-Blogger users might have a small problem getting through and I'm sorting that outscribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1089119893667955112004-07-06T06:14:00.000-07:002004-07-06T06:18:42.916-07:00Are We There Yet?
Damn...do you think she's marked our 'Ariel' poem scripts yet?
I don't know...but the other texts are almost done, though...the other teachers've graded 'Hard Times' and 'Woman Warrior' already...
So it's quite likely she'd be done with 'Ariel' too, right?
Yeah...well...but she's old.
Ah...but she's got nothing to do all day..
Damn..that evens it out then.
I loathe scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1088704239582082162004-07-01T10:26:00.000-07:002005-04-07T02:53:24.026-07:00Friday MorningIn memory of Friday Five. And because it's technically Friday. Also because I'm trying to stay awake for the Greece-Czech game.1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?It depends on the person on the other line, actually. Some people are SMS people and when they can't make the transition from the typed 'dunno...2molo can..c u', I'd rather they just stayed in Minibyte Landscribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1088701762278166822004-07-01T09:59:00.000-07:002004-07-01T10:09:22.276-07:00Homage
I'd recently had to critique a prose piece by Martel during my Mid-Years. One of his early works, 'Self'.
It's quite humbling, not being able to do his writing justice within one hour of frantic scribbling and crazed postulating.
His style of writing isn't mine. But it is the kind of prose that simply needs to exist if literature were to mean anything at all. And even in the classroom, scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1088700991225902102004-07-01T09:35:00.000-07:002004-07-01T10:26:14.193-07:00Talk, Portugal and Panty
All I'd wanted was to reconfirm my essay topic with Boat, as a few of our guy friends bummed around with him at the library. Honest. There was no way in hell I could have properly anticipated the resulting chaos.
I'm sitting out future 6-way conversations. Especially if Ben, our resident pervert, will be making his sweaty presence felt.
Syl and I march up together, scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1088267338797997412004-06-26T09:03:00.000-07:002004-06-26T09:28:58.796-07:00mental
There's always been an uneasy relationship between me and magazines (or is it magazines and I?). I'd long ago given up pretending to like girly-oriented rags like 'Female' and 'Her World', which I swear are nothing more than advertisements for 5 different kinds of mascara tucked between more marketing tickets posing as articles. Then there's 'Cosmopolitan' which thankfully hasn't been scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1087067320367400812004-06-12T10:40:00.000-07:002005-04-07T02:50:16.606-07:00NoneIt's terrifying. Being asked who you are. Because when you actually stop to contemplate that question, you find yourself staring into a yawning abyss of the futility of your existence.When you care for very few, are impressed by very little and can barely see beyond tomorrow's stack of notes. It's not so much a question of lacking a personality as much as it is lacking a soul.The void has scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1086576558781320402004-06-06T19:11:00.000-07:002004-06-06T19:49:18.780-07:00Gone Potty
I rarely, if ever, plug a movie. But for Cuaron's latest creation, I gladly will. Prisoner of Azkaban is a stellar example of a series finally coming of age on screen. Despite the claims of a less-than-faithful adaptation of the movie, the 3rd installment's managed to do all that Columbus could not, and then some. The key here would be to really see it for what it is, an adaptation; scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1086342084105917552004-06-04T02:27:00.000-07:002004-06-04T02:41:24.106-07:00Harry Troy
So...how was Troy?
God, it was excruciating...5 protracted wars occurring for over 2 hours. Too much action...not enough good dialogue
But it's an action movie what..so who died?
Everyone! Brad Pitt's sissy cousin, the King of Troy, his son, the King of Sparta's brother..
So who's the bad one? Troy or Sparta?
Well, from this movie's standpoint, it was Sparta.
So they lost lah?scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1086109302703720822004-06-01T08:46:00.000-07:002004-06-01T10:01:42.703-07:00Grad
At a university carrot-session:
Yeah...so it's pretty good...one of our students got a 6-figure annual salary at Morgan Stanley straight outta uni...I'm going for an interview myself.
No shit..entry-level?
Yeah..analyst...all the numbers and stuff..but you sell your soul lah..retire at fourty and play golf...
Heh...if you retire at fourty, that's plenty of time to recover your soul. Canscribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1085740647678460302004-05-28T03:37:00.000-07:002004-05-28T03:37:27.676-07:00Youth Day 2003 scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1085740555134639552004-05-28T03:35:00.000-07:002004-05-28T03:35:55.133-07:00Dad's Birthday at Outback Steakhouse. Dad not in picture. Right. scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1085740146349574262004-05-28T03:29:00.000-07:002004-05-28T03:29:06.350-07:00Testing... scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1085274290760776112004-05-22T17:05:00.000-07:002004-05-26T21:57:32.063-07:00Heads Up
I went for the Public Service Commission Scholarship Psychometric Test yesterday. Ever since i made the fatal mistake of referring to it as 'that psycho test' in a note when rushing out of my house, my entire family has gleefully not stopped calling it that. In the tense, slightly stretched atmosphere of junior college students who silently salivated over the scholarships being dangled scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1082829066133022652004-04-24T10:51:00.000-07:002005-04-07T02:42:31.926-07:00Vee VianOk.Someone's just posted this very weird comment on my guestbook, which despite repeated effort, defies comprehension. Mine, at least.I don't have the same name as you do. Because I'm not called Vee Vian. Lord knows I don't look like a Vee Vian.Such a violent reaction, too. There're millions of Joyces around the world and you don't see me posting irate, hysterical messages on their scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1082030363910816502004-04-15T04:59:00.000-07:002004-04-15T05:03:14.950-07:00Sticks
I think everyone starts out with a map, initially. Many, many different directions, all charted out on that map of their. Along the way, some maps get redrafted. Some lose those maps, and some lose their way altogether.
Being very, very bad with directions, I've always prefered charting the autobahn course, Straight, no-nonsense and doing 200, you damned well better know where you're scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1081859499110840022004-04-13T05:31:00.000-07:002005-04-07T02:43:37.883-07:00OwieWhen discussing painless alternatives to bikini-waxingLeon: Try Veet lah...it'll burn the hair right off..but it stings like crazy thoughMe: Have you tried it anywhere near your pubic area?Leon: Well, no...Me: Skali burn off my clit how? Christ..Leon: It's...all hooded isn't it? Don't go and get aroused when you're waxing lah!Me: Freak.Dr. FaustusDuring a conversation-drought between scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1081568270796862002004-04-09T16:17:00.000-07:002004-04-09T22:04:33.903-07:00Mine
My entries have been short, perfunctory and lacking in depth recently. And I like it that way.
People write the most when they're unhappy or have been thinking too much. Since the start of 2004, I've been neither. There's been a thorough emmersion of my self into the merry whirligig that is life, the daily frenzied motions of survival that strip you of the need to think at all. It's prettyscribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1080895271920924762004-04-02T00:41:00.000-08:002004-04-02T00:44:45.826-08:00Darn It and Oh, Fish.
SourBob's become a Christian.
After rejoicing like a good fellow Christian should, another pertinent matter arose at the back of my slightly more unpious mind.
Does this mean he's gonna stop swearing now?
scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1080455743259830592004-03-27T22:35:00.000-08:002004-03-27T22:43:51.950-08:00$4 Pants and $2.50 Fifa 2004 PS2
Going through some extra reading for my Economics session next week, I came across this piece of work that discussed market inefficiencies. Something about how the actual mechanism of 'market forces' was actually just fancy talk for negotiation and haggling between buyer and seller. And that inefficiencies arose when the buyer could not accurately estimate the scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1080133535335556882004-03-24T05:05:00.000-08:002004-03-24T05:08:58.090-08:00Fish
I've taken to sidling along walls and scuttling around dark corners like a drunken crab. And I'm not even avoiding a teacher.
The aftermath of various people fucking up their Common Test has dredged up a few stalkers who have taken to pouncing on me in lecutes, canteens and dark alleyways, to ask if they could borrow my scripts and various other pieces of work I'd done throughout the year.scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1079660602944732002004-03-18T17:43:00.000-08:002004-03-18T17:49:38.043-08:00If You Don't Believe in Gosh, You'll Go to Heck
SourBob's back. My treating it as a new revelation demonstrates just how out of touch I've been with the blogosphere. The champagne and streamers came out anyway, when I hopefully clicked on his link and found a spanking new entry on his site.
In a world of William Hung and Janet Jackson's tit, I've always thought SourBob represented the scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1079225474686105852004-03-13T16:51:00.000-08:002004-03-13T17:05:01.873-08:00Blue M&M
A guy I hardly knew gave me M&M's two days ago.
Ms. Yeow said that we should be nice to you
Syl and I exchanged bemused looks while I idly wondered whether the blue-coloured one was spiked.
She what?
Yeah..she says you work from 7 to 5...and that it's hard for you..so the other classes should be nice to you too.
Ah.
There used to be two of us taking 4 'A' Level subjects and the 2 scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1078321167666238032004-03-03T05:39:00.000-08:002004-03-03T05:42:22.280-08:00Not
I realise you need a certain amount of self-absorption to write a proper blog entry, if to write at all.
It's quite doubtful, however, that the irregularity of my entries signifies greater depth of character and selflessness.
I've simply just been very busy.
You are a: Hummingbird!You liketo make good grades and to excel at yourhobbies. You are bummed when you don't do yourbest and when scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1078013637988293262004-02-28T16:13:00.000-08:002004-02-28T16:19:19.250-08:00Abu Bakar (1984-2004)
In February, I experienced a semi-colon of my own. And the reason I haven't been able to blog has been because it'd be desecration to have done so without addressing the semi-colon first. Even after putting down this particular punctuation, I'm not quite sure how to write the rest of the sentence over the period of the next few weeks, for a myriad of other reasons.
It scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1076417078312367072004-02-10T04:44:00.000-08:002004-02-10T04:47:03.640-08:00Narrowcast
With reference to the previous post, Anis had called me all the way from New Zealand to demand an update, among other things.
I don't want to read about 'Cake' every damn time, dammit!!
So I write today to express my dissatisfaction with just about everything in general, Singaporean deejays in particular
For want of better expression, I can't blinking stand them.
I'm not sure if scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1075294225751322092004-01-28T04:50:00.000-08:002004-01-28T04:52:33.810-08:00Cake
I used to look forward to birthdays. Mine, actually.
Being born in January, I'd start counting way before Christmas the year before. Every year, I'd gleefully anticipate the coming and going of one more year, a year hardly missed. My entire family and a few unlucky close friends would have to endure weeks of birthday glee during which I'd hint at being older and wanting a new storybook.
scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1074705132581818842004-01-21T07:49:00.000-08:002004-01-22T00:05:43.153-08:00This House Believes That the World Needs a Global Policeman
I remembered last year's Nationals when Steph and Gowri turned up as seniors should, to support us. Gripped in pre-competition panic minutes before the motion was to be released, I'd wanted so much to be in their shoes.
Gowri would time us and Steph would sit there and nod reassuringly even if one of us said something incredibly scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651030577468435590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643711.post-1074699717776426442004-01-21T06:45:00.000-08:002004-01-21T07:46:14.826-08:00Ergo
Preoccupation with updating my home tutor on newly-acquired PR status
= Not informing Debating Teacher-advisor about said change too
= Not being nominated for citizens-only Eagles' Award
= Not having an extra $150 in my account
= Argh.
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