There are apparently various kinds of Bus Service 162
Yesterday I did my computing work till late. On Sundays, Bus service 162 does not run. But 162# (seemingly a looped service) does but until 11.34pm (or is this information all outdated). There is also 162A. It is kinda confusing as we really have too much to remember, from variants of the same bus service number to their operating days and times. Why not run the services a little later till midnight or so and just on a simple alpha-numeric system like 162 and 162A, B or C....
I am held hostage by people younger than moi
Gosh it is like role-reversal. When I teach, my charges are like looking up to me for a host of things. At the LAN shops, I am like dependent on the younger set. Requesting for media players, enabling sound so I can hear MSN music and for internet relay chats.
I have never felt so incapacitated.
Have you figured out the ciggy saga yet?
If the hint didn't sink in, think this. Would an anti-STD lobbyist also run a lubricious, unchecked and unfettered bordello?
Repression And A Tightly-Controlled society - more space for people to breathe easier
It ranges from smoking to urinating to internet relay chats at public institutions, even commercial ones to alternative lifestyles. I can understand that air-conditioned places or food-stalls should be clear of smoke ashes and fumes because of hygiene purposes and the enclosed and thus not too well ventilated spaces.
Maybe the answer lies in designating more smoking areas, far removed from non-smoking ones and particularly in open-air spaces like parks? bus interchanges? al-fresco diners and so on. What about buildings? Can a roof-top open space be designed a haven for smokers?
I remember a moment in time when smokers had to beat a hasty retreat to the loos for their 5 minutes' worth of nicotine-high when the clampdown on smoking peaked. But apparently this can't be had anymore either. Where have they all gone?
The cudgels for aero-model flying hobbyists
But aero-model hobbyists are pissed by restrictions on flying their planes in parks. If it is an aeroplane, I don't see the problem if there is a designated open land for this (like in Punggol). But can helicopters or some other aero-models with plastic rotating blades at perhaps a couple of thousand of revolutions pose a danger, like slicing off someone's fingers? Can this be allowed if it doesn't? Again at wide open spaces, away from whatever it is supposed to harm.
There ain't so many hobbies one can really indulge in here in teeny weeny Singapore. We can try to open up more space to cater to various out of the ordinary but legitimate pastimes.
The newspaper can be used in more ways than one
After I jogged yesterday, I sat at a cafe to read the newspapers. It started to rain and a highly visible retired principal sat right behind moi. He attracted various greetings from people who knows him. I recognise him to be the ex-principal of a top primary school in my old neighborhood.
Usually after I am done reading, I would pass the newspapers to someone who may happen to be in the vicinity. It so happened a woman who was walking her dog sought refuge at this same cafe from the rain. I passed her the papers and she used it as a shelter from the rain.
What happened at the gym today
The gym instructor ticked me off today for not taking along a towel with me. He is just doing his job and because the antiquity of a washer at home had conked out, I bought a towel from them at $1 to keep as a spare. If this isn't cause-effect, I don't know what is.
I think most gymmies are real considerate. We would just work out at a station when it isn't occupied. For me, as I am on circuit training, this is fine. But with "body parts on different days" dudes, it may not be so fine. Anyway I ain't the type to go "shoving others" to share equipment. I will wait my turn and do something else in the meantime. Beats hovering for sure.
It will be even more considerate if gymmies replace the weight plates rather than leave them dangling on bars after use. Some hulky gmmies may be loading on more plates than an ordinary gymmie can manage. I personally can't do more than 10kg each, not to mention attempting to get the weight plates off the bar.
Remember the idiosyncratic tricep push-down machine. Today it kinda gave out a strange feeling when I worked out on it. Kinda noisy and stiff. When I looked up, the cable had been off its groove on the cogwheel. What grave danger this would put anyone in! I am glad I reported it.
I moved most of my stuff today and met Tim's mother
The newly bought big luggage broke its lightweight metallic handle. The other small baggage had its steel one off its hinge. This is in no small part due to the few flights of steps I have to drag them over as the lift doesn't stop at every floor at this estate's elevators . So when I am on 11 , I have to descend to 9 and when I am on 10, I have to ascend to 11.
It is also kinda ridiculous that the baggage has this huge secure and sturdy compartments but the handle can be a puny light flimsy metallic frame. Outta proportion.
I was huffing and puffing all the way and intermittently stop my lugging along the hot blazing tortuous trail from Block 209 to Block 246. It took me 2 hours or more for my two trips and I spoke with a woman too about how low quality stuff are when manufactured in Third World countries these days .
My new room
I was greeted by Tim's mother at the hallway. I made two trips, went for lunch and then remembered that I had left my folder containing my job application stuff and diskette in one of the suitcases. I had to go a third time.
And I kept going into the wrong room (Tim's mother's room to be exact - hers is right next to mine - Oo). I dunno why but I guess it could be because the room doors were wide open or somehow because my room was right next to the main door so I kinda miss it when I walk in through the passageway like that.
Anyway this room was converted from part of a dining area (which explains why there are windows) and a store room. And the main electrical circuit is here in my room (Oo again). But it is roomy and has big windows and some view. That is what I always like about rooms. More so if it opens out to water or greenery and is suffused with breeze and natural light minus the heat and glare.
Singapore's adrenalined motorists
Every morning while waiting to cross over to Bishan Park I at the traffic junction or zebra crossing, I can't help noticing how drivers never really slow down or stop to give way. They just kinda wanna ram you down or zoom ahead. They also never stop before the double white lines at the junction. Some speed along the road, especially the motorcyclists and even some lorries.
You just have to be a bit slow on the wheels as a motorist and the driver behind you will honk you to your death, literally.
Is technology really all boon or just bane at times?
Today I tried the job online application again. The online system still can't detect my CV though this is now in Microsoft Word. I telephoned them and was told I could email them instead.
Yesterday I couldn't log onto the ATM system and so couldn't the person after me but not the person before me. I couldn't log onto the library's multimedia top-up machine operating system at its upper floor but I could at its lower floor one.
All that IT hardware and software must be bugged to its death, I think.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
I Wanna GeT Out Of This Life
At the bus interchange
I agreed to meet Muiz yesterday. I ended up alighting at the far end of the bus interchange and it was a real quiet spot with nice tiled seats. So I decided we should chat here instead. While puffing away and trying to destress, I noticed a couple of big red ants crawling along and heading towards me.
Remembering what had happened to that poor old man who collapsed at the park, I decided to rid myself of them. So I used the fag end to burn them dead.
Just then a woman with her son passed by and pointing her few fingers at two men who were snoozing on the seats, warned her son never to be in their predicament.
What set me thinking was how she thought she knew the exact reason for their sleeping at the bus interchange. Were they homeless? Were they just taking a breather? What made them so? Was it unemployment? Was it bitches at home who threw them out on the streets after an alimony hearing in court? It could be anything seriously.
Political apathy
Muiz looked cuter with his hair cut short. I wanted to kiss him but since we were in a public place, I had to restrain myself.
It was when we talked about some "political" stuff that made me realise how politically ignorant the young of today can be, especially when it comes to matters of how our parliamentarians get to hold cabinet positions. It wasn't by election but by appointment.
But he did raise one pertinent issue though. It does seem that a Member of Parliament who also holds a cabinet appointment or two would be twice or thrice salaried. Not to mention other business appointments in the case of MPs.
Here's another thought after looking at Muiz
Like Muiz, I am sure many others among his community, if given an opportunity and the right kinda environment and nurturing, could be just like him. The exam grades to show for, that is. And I have spotted RI dudes who are.
So do we then really need foreign talent. We aren't exactly having an easy time dealing with some. Like when I taught at commercial schools and I was faced with a few of these talents from very Asian Chinese nations or even putting up with them at my own home.
More Immutables
Add a couple of things to what I have blogged about some time ago. Add, for example, a person's home as one of the immutables which you do not treat lightly or trifle with. You can imagine the fury squatters erupt into when faced with unfair eviction with no alternative and affordable housing in sight.
Way to go, gal! Aye Aye! Lionger
I had mentioned that I had found the cheapest brand of ciggies available here at $8.00 a pack,which happens to be our very own brand (with quite a nice-sounding name too) . Hopefully this has made you think a little bit more. If not, think harder.
I suppose if there are to be smokers who can't be deterred whichever way, then they might as well be buying up our very own "Made In Singapore" product. I am proud I am.
The IT and creative industries
If I had read the recent report correctly, it seems that the IT and creative industry are short on trained and creative talent. So to make up for the shortfall, foreigners would have to be imported.
Maybe it is our educational system and our entire culture which have beaten down any creative talent we may have had among our local populace. So much so, we now have to import this talent.
Are we really first class citizens in our own homeland
Resale public housing isn't anymore except that a bank loan is opened to only citizens. Native speakers (which means foreigners) are preferred for English language teaching appointments. Jobs and even room rentals have clearly discriminated against us. Tuition grants are extended to foreigners and they are bonded for several years which means they are practically assured of jobs upon graduation, with some institutions even offering to find them employment.
Citizens have a slew of rules and regulations to abide by but a foreigner seems to be able to get off scott free (for instance I have come across many foreigners or permanent residents whose home addresses have not been updated and it seems that this is the onus of the employers while citizens are legally bound to )
As I thought - The mystery unravelling
I did have a fleeting thought that perhaps Paul's someone or himself could be owning the place. And he/she is residing really close by. That explains the short time he is out and back again, usually returning with a troop of others. He does seem like a music instructor and there is that piano collecting dust in the corner of the hallway.
Someone has the house key which must mean a close friend, relative or family member.
The mystery of the broken down washing machine
On Friday, I woke at about 5am to wash my clothes as the whole week, it has been occupied by loadfuls of laundry. I went back to sleep and when I woke at about 8am or thereabouts, it had been washed and I could hang them up to dry.
Before I went out for my jog I put in another load (as I had been walking and sweating the previous few days). When I got back, the washing machine had been mysteriously shut off and its lid wide open with my laundry still wet and frothy from the soap powder.
I resetted it and went out for my gym workout. When I got back, it happened again. I washed it once more and waited out for its approximately 2.5hr washing cycle. But as I have an appointment at 2pm and Patrick wanted to wash his, I had to stop the cycle, got my wringing wet laundry out and wait another day to wash it again.
Today, I washed it right after Paul did his . I was told it ain't working no more and true enough, after the cycle, the load was still wet and a bit foamy.
Offloading my chip phonecard
While waiting to be picked up at the bus interchange by a real estate agent, I lingered around the telephone booths, waiting to spring meself on the few foreign workers who turn up there in the evenings to make their calls back home.
I am trying to offload my chip phonecard worth $5.00. The reasons being that it is sitting uselessly in my wallet and its life is expiring by year end.
My quick pitch about how the red-colored telephones will be phased in and correspondingly the chip phonecard somehow didn't sink in very much with this crowd. This is only my second time doing this and I hope someone will buy it up real soon.
I have found a place
Eventualy I did. I scan the classifieds, this time via a traditional source which I have thus far not been fishing in. The real estate agent/s were helpful and I think they deserve their half month commission which I readily parted on that very day we signed the housing contract. I don't begrudge anyone anything if I feel they are worth their salt.
It is not too far from where I am now and I will just cart bit by bit of my luggage to the new place over the next couple of days.
I am mentally exhausted, physically shagged and irritable
Of course there are many contributory factors. Not least, sleeping like what I am doing now has brought on my backpains once more. I feel myself aching, sleepy and just plain uncomfortable and irritable, with the kinda living and sleeping environment I am in right now.
Enough Oredi
Here I am on a Sunday evening at a LAN shop. I started out at about half past six but by ten, I haven't even finished what I set out to do.
The Internet connection dies midway and I have to switch to another computer and when that doesn't work, yet another. All that musical chair is costing me time and money.
Worse of all, I tried submitting an online job application which can only detect Microsoft Word file format and not rich-text Wordpad format as is the case with the kind of text document that all the computers here are on.
This is really taxing on my already frayed nerves.
I agreed to meet Muiz yesterday. I ended up alighting at the far end of the bus interchange and it was a real quiet spot with nice tiled seats. So I decided we should chat here instead. While puffing away and trying to destress, I noticed a couple of big red ants crawling along and heading towards me.
Remembering what had happened to that poor old man who collapsed at the park, I decided to rid myself of them. So I used the fag end to burn them dead.
Just then a woman with her son passed by and pointing her few fingers at two men who were snoozing on the seats, warned her son never to be in their predicament.
What set me thinking was how she thought she knew the exact reason for their sleeping at the bus interchange. Were they homeless? Were they just taking a breather? What made them so? Was it unemployment? Was it bitches at home who threw them out on the streets after an alimony hearing in court? It could be anything seriously.
Political apathy
Muiz looked cuter with his hair cut short. I wanted to kiss him but since we were in a public place, I had to restrain myself.
It was when we talked about some "political" stuff that made me realise how politically ignorant the young of today can be, especially when it comes to matters of how our parliamentarians get to hold cabinet positions. It wasn't by election but by appointment.
But he did raise one pertinent issue though. It does seem that a Member of Parliament who also holds a cabinet appointment or two would be twice or thrice salaried. Not to mention other business appointments in the case of MPs.
Here's another thought after looking at Muiz
Like Muiz, I am sure many others among his community, if given an opportunity and the right kinda environment and nurturing, could be just like him. The exam grades to show for, that is. And I have spotted RI dudes who are.
So do we then really need foreign talent. We aren't exactly having an easy time dealing with some. Like when I taught at commercial schools and I was faced with a few of these talents from very Asian Chinese nations or even putting up with them at my own home.
More Immutables
Add a couple of things to what I have blogged about some time ago. Add, for example, a person's home as one of the immutables which you do not treat lightly or trifle with. You can imagine the fury squatters erupt into when faced with unfair eviction with no alternative and affordable housing in sight.
Way to go, gal! Aye Aye! Lionger
I had mentioned that I had found the cheapest brand of ciggies available here at $8.00 a pack,which happens to be our very own brand (with quite a nice-sounding name too) . Hopefully this has made you think a little bit more. If not, think harder.
I suppose if there are to be smokers who can't be deterred whichever way, then they might as well be buying up our very own "Made In Singapore" product. I am proud I am.
The IT and creative industries
If I had read the recent report correctly, it seems that the IT and creative industry are short on trained and creative talent. So to make up for the shortfall, foreigners would have to be imported.
Maybe it is our educational system and our entire culture which have beaten down any creative talent we may have had among our local populace. So much so, we now have to import this talent.
Are we really first class citizens in our own homeland
Resale public housing isn't anymore except that a bank loan is opened to only citizens. Native speakers (which means foreigners) are preferred for English language teaching appointments. Jobs and even room rentals have clearly discriminated against us. Tuition grants are extended to foreigners and they are bonded for several years which means they are practically assured of jobs upon graduation, with some institutions even offering to find them employment.
Citizens have a slew of rules and regulations to abide by but a foreigner seems to be able to get off scott free (for instance I have come across many foreigners or permanent residents whose home addresses have not been updated and it seems that this is the onus of the employers while citizens are legally bound to )
As I thought - The mystery unravelling
I did have a fleeting thought that perhaps Paul's someone or himself could be owning the place. And he/she is residing really close by. That explains the short time he is out and back again, usually returning with a troop of others. He does seem like a music instructor and there is that piano collecting dust in the corner of the hallway.
Someone has the house key which must mean a close friend, relative or family member.
The mystery of the broken down washing machine
On Friday, I woke at about 5am to wash my clothes as the whole week, it has been occupied by loadfuls of laundry. I went back to sleep and when I woke at about 8am or thereabouts, it had been washed and I could hang them up to dry.
Before I went out for my jog I put in another load (as I had been walking and sweating the previous few days). When I got back, the washing machine had been mysteriously shut off and its lid wide open with my laundry still wet and frothy from the soap powder.
I resetted it and went out for my gym workout. When I got back, it happened again. I washed it once more and waited out for its approximately 2.5hr washing cycle. But as I have an appointment at 2pm and Patrick wanted to wash his, I had to stop the cycle, got my wringing wet laundry out and wait another day to wash it again.
Today, I washed it right after Paul did his . I was told it ain't working no more and true enough, after the cycle, the load was still wet and a bit foamy.
Offloading my chip phonecard
While waiting to be picked up at the bus interchange by a real estate agent, I lingered around the telephone booths, waiting to spring meself on the few foreign workers who turn up there in the evenings to make their calls back home.
I am trying to offload my chip phonecard worth $5.00. The reasons being that it is sitting uselessly in my wallet and its life is expiring by year end.
My quick pitch about how the red-colored telephones will be phased in and correspondingly the chip phonecard somehow didn't sink in very much with this crowd. This is only my second time doing this and I hope someone will buy it up real soon.
I have found a place
Eventualy I did. I scan the classifieds, this time via a traditional source which I have thus far not been fishing in. The real estate agent/s were helpful and I think they deserve their half month commission which I readily parted on that very day we signed the housing contract. I don't begrudge anyone anything if I feel they are worth their salt.
It is not too far from where I am now and I will just cart bit by bit of my luggage to the new place over the next couple of days.
I am mentally exhausted, physically shagged and irritable
Of course there are many contributory factors. Not least, sleeping like what I am doing now has brought on my backpains once more. I feel myself aching, sleepy and just plain uncomfortable and irritable, with the kinda living and sleeping environment I am in right now.
Enough Oredi
Here I am on a Sunday evening at a LAN shop. I started out at about half past six but by ten, I haven't even finished what I set out to do.
The Internet connection dies midway and I have to switch to another computer and when that doesn't work, yet another. All that musical chair is costing me time and money.
Worse of all, I tried submitting an online job application which can only detect Microsoft Word file format and not rich-text Wordpad format as is the case with the kind of text document that all the computers here are on.
This is really taxing on my already frayed nerves.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
An Affront
My first interview
This is a commercial school famed for its language. I can see it occupies two floors of a building with more than 15 tutorial rooms which would amply qualify it to be named a college. When I was told that they will take me in as a freshie and pay me on that terms, it makes me boil that my teaching skills since 1997 means nothing. And I have two younger superiors, both women.
It has 3 non-teaching and 3 teaching days. I think this is ridiculous as I only want to get in on the action when there are classes which in turn means more income stream for myself and the school. The non-teaching days are designated preparation days which are way out of proportion, I thought. Why devote such a huge chunk of time to non-teaching assignments when we could comfortably do our own preparation out of school hours?
Anyway there is a minimum wage that I think I can comfortably get by and what they pay isn't even the foreign talent 'S' pass category. Anything below that means working my life away without a plan for a retirement in my old age.
I was rejected for a room by a PR who prefers foreigners
The room was just nice for me. But the Malaysian PR chief tenant told me they prefer foreigners. Can you imagine the kinda discrimination Singaporeans face at work (foreigners are more talented and cheaper) and even in his own country? To be rejected by our leaders and now this (the English langauge at schools has to be taught by native speakers).
Short term gain/long term pain (micro)
As I mentioned, I welcome exotic talents that we cannot find among our local populace which will in turn create more jobs for locals (if this can be true).
But I can't help thinking how our companies, especially the SMEs or even our local MNCs may be doing themselves a great disservice by employing foreigners.
Firstly, some foreigners are rich back home. They come here to work for our companies to learn the ropes and eventually strike out on their own. They have nothing to lose as our salaries are way above what their home currencies are worth.
Imagine a company who wants to sprout an international/regional wing (Singapore is too small after all), only to find that their ex-employee has beaten them ahead of the game back in their home country. Mind you, this foreign worker has the home advantage of his own native land.
The companies must be "goondus" to train them for free like that. Yes the short term gain is that they cut on costs. But the long term pain is the price they pay for another competitor in a bigger regional/international market place.
Whereas with a local employee, he doesnt have the benefit of a regional/international market but only our Singapore one.
Perhaps this is something we can think about.
I thought about this when I received the Malaysian PR's free-lance calling card (which means that he is moonlighting). He is an art director with an advertising agency here but his calling card has a Malaysian operation.
Macro-translation
Extend this on a macro level and what happens. All the foreigners would be trained and skilled and if they decide to leave for their home country, which if there is a golden opportunity in their own developing nations (as is happening now), we have massive competition to our own local economy.
They would duplicate what we do and they have the trained human resources to execute the mission. All thanks to their rivals who helped trained them.
Foreign workers would become citizens if they are so loyal
Which brings us to the point of fealty. If they do not swear on oath to pledge their allegiance or perform NS, it can only mean that they are here only for the work and business opportunities. It has nothing to do with the nation and how it is faring or the community here.
If we don't offer them the work and business opportunity when times are bad, they move on.
A smart kid who isn't so smart at school
I just realised how smart Lynard is. His analyses of situations are almost as good as mine. I can also begin to see what are some of the kind of reasons (or tricks) kids would resort to to defend themselves.
An endearing old lady
I tried getting out news of my intention to move within the same estate by word of mouth. There is an information counter which was quite good. I got to meet this endearing old lady with whom I communicate in Teochew. She is recommending me a place which is her relative's (but I suppose it is all profit-driven again as it is really quite expensive on a co-sharing basis) .
This is a commercial school famed for its language. I can see it occupies two floors of a building with more than 15 tutorial rooms which would amply qualify it to be named a college. When I was told that they will take me in as a freshie and pay me on that terms, it makes me boil that my teaching skills since 1997 means nothing. And I have two younger superiors, both women.
It has 3 non-teaching and 3 teaching days. I think this is ridiculous as I only want to get in on the action when there are classes which in turn means more income stream for myself and the school. The non-teaching days are designated preparation days which are way out of proportion, I thought. Why devote such a huge chunk of time to non-teaching assignments when we could comfortably do our own preparation out of school hours?
Anyway there is a minimum wage that I think I can comfortably get by and what they pay isn't even the foreign talent 'S' pass category. Anything below that means working my life away without a plan for a retirement in my old age.
I was rejected for a room by a PR who prefers foreigners
The room was just nice for me. But the Malaysian PR chief tenant told me they prefer foreigners. Can you imagine the kinda discrimination Singaporeans face at work (foreigners are more talented and cheaper) and even in his own country? To be rejected by our leaders and now this (the English langauge at schools has to be taught by native speakers).
Short term gain/long term pain (micro)
As I mentioned, I welcome exotic talents that we cannot find among our local populace which will in turn create more jobs for locals (if this can be true).
But I can't help thinking how our companies, especially the SMEs or even our local MNCs may be doing themselves a great disservice by employing foreigners.
Firstly, some foreigners are rich back home. They come here to work for our companies to learn the ropes and eventually strike out on their own. They have nothing to lose as our salaries are way above what their home currencies are worth.
Imagine a company who wants to sprout an international/regional wing (Singapore is too small after all), only to find that their ex-employee has beaten them ahead of the game back in their home country. Mind you, this foreign worker has the home advantage of his own native land.
The companies must be "goondus" to train them for free like that. Yes the short term gain is that they cut on costs. But the long term pain is the price they pay for another competitor in a bigger regional/international market place.
Whereas with a local employee, he doesnt have the benefit of a regional/international market but only our Singapore one.
Perhaps this is something we can think about.
I thought about this when I received the Malaysian PR's free-lance calling card (which means that he is moonlighting). He is an art director with an advertising agency here but his calling card has a Malaysian operation.
Macro-translation
Extend this on a macro level and what happens. All the foreigners would be trained and skilled and if they decide to leave for their home country, which if there is a golden opportunity in their own developing nations (as is happening now), we have massive competition to our own local economy.
They would duplicate what we do and they have the trained human resources to execute the mission. All thanks to their rivals who helped trained them.
Foreign workers would become citizens if they are so loyal
Which brings us to the point of fealty. If they do not swear on oath to pledge their allegiance or perform NS, it can only mean that they are here only for the work and business opportunities. It has nothing to do with the nation and how it is faring or the community here.
If we don't offer them the work and business opportunity when times are bad, they move on.
A smart kid who isn't so smart at school
I just realised how smart Lynard is. His analyses of situations are almost as good as mine. I can also begin to see what are some of the kind of reasons (or tricks) kids would resort to to defend themselves.
An endearing old lady
I tried getting out news of my intention to move within the same estate by word of mouth. There is an information counter which was quite good. I got to meet this endearing old lady with whom I communicate in Teochew. She is recommending me a place which is her relative's (but I suppose it is all profit-driven again as it is really quite expensive on a co-sharing basis) .
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
A Tuesday Of Blogs
Tattoos
It used to be the army clamping down on enrolees with tattoos as these are signs of gangsterism. I am not sure how much of that remains but nowadays, the young don them as badges of a fashion statement and in Indochina, it could be religious, serving as amulets for protection, engraved by non other than the divine representatives in temples.
Taking a person's roof away and how it feels
It isn't a very nice feeling. As I told Muiz, your home is the one place you retreat into for refuge and comfort. I have no choice but to forego this for the moment and I am not even sure if I can own my next one. And my woes are all wimps and bimbs-related. Starting with schools.
A long walk all the way home
I am stepping up my room find very intensively this week. As this main tenant of the place comes home only late at night, I found myself leaving the place way past midnight. The supermarket was still open. It is on 24 hours. But the bus service isn't.
The feeder service took me all the way to Yio Chu Kang and ended there. I had to walk all my way home after that.
Lynard - the school's "gangsta"
I ran into him at the void deck. When I asked if the locked up TV set they had at the resident's corner could not be opened up (I was thinking Singapore Idol on Wednesdays and Thursdays), I was drawn into his world of alpha male dominance fights in schools. It was more like "gangsta" rather than "gangster". I found it highly amusing when he related all his stories.
And he was pretty cute too. Since I was looking for a room, I had thoughts of bunking in with him. He looked like he needed it. He needed the protection. And I want to protect.
Corporal punishment for some, not all
While exchanging thoughts with Lynard, I suggested that a cane could change the life of a recalcitrant, sometimes. But for most, it won't. It would probably breed resentment, immunity to the whacks and even elicit rebelliousness and retaliation.
Lynard did get one thing right though - pick the fight you are involved in, not others.
Why I turned really rebellious myself
All my life I had been conforming. Even if I do not agree with you on many issues, I keep silent, though deep in my heart, I know something is amiss.
For conformity, it seems, at work, doesn't work. The skunks get away in most cases. It does not pay to be goody-two-shoes. This may be inculcated in schools but it doesn't work at the workplace. All the hoodlums and skullduggerers at work get off, scott free.
They wanna accuse you of attitude, but please look at theirs. Daniel's and Psycho's and a host of others. Daniel is loud, insistent and always wanting things his own way. Psycho is naggy and unreasonable.
Someone picked a fight with moi today at the community library
When this tall dude strode into the reading room and picked a seat right next to moi, when so many other empty seats were available, with his face showing what it showed (a tinge of not being mentally well and he was probably drawn to my earrings, was he gay even?), I instinctively sensed something.
He then picked a fight with moi over the two copies of newspapers I had on me, which I deliberately took away with me. All the while a familiar Indian lady face was sitting nearby. Truth of the matter is, I have spotted another the other day and I recognised them instantly to be who they are.
He admonished moi for being an ugly Singaporean and even mouthed invectives. There are worse cases of ugly Singaporeanism or whoever at work here and he hasn't even seen it yet. I replied in various ways and moved away. But when he got personal about my earring, I asked him to shut his mouth up.
If he had asked for sex, I might have agreed. But oh well, he wanted to focus on a fight, so a fight it was. I admit I just picked up the other copy of the papers as a reflex reaction.
I will only buy the newspapers when I need to read (more for ideas, language content or some worthy analyses) or for the classifieds page. Anyway most of it is really highly repetitious news like the Israel-Lebanon conflict or terrorism.
But between buying a copy of the newspapers or travelling to read it at the communit library, it makes no real difference.
And a fire drill
The alarm rang. A voice urged everyone to remain calm while an investigation is underway. The next thing I know, a library staff marched everyone out of the reading room , ushered us through the fire exit and down the stairways.
Five minutes later, we were back in.
Smokers do not have any space left for their nicotine-high
I can't smoke at home ( I did it one time and it was the FORBIDDEN MORTAL SIN of Christ's time). There are few tables reserved for smoking at public dining areas. I am not even sure if I can smoke at the park or at open-air public spaces.
I can begin to understand how smokers must feel . A fag is like a relief. Kinda like a need to pee. Or a suck or two on some dudes' dicks. It is probably the last vestige of sanctity anyone can have to think, ponder and relieve onself from a variety of situations like stress and the need for personal private space.
I am reconciled with Muiz
I couldn't bear the thought of leaving a cute dude like Muiz. He is a kid too so I have to learn to be gentler and kinder and more forgiving. I told him hurting him isn't the way to building a relationship. It is time-out for now till we are both more settled to start on our relationship, what with my constant moving and his upcoming exams.
Foreign talent
I am most welcoming if it is exotic talent that we cannot find here locally. Like a foreign dude who can bend his dick twice over. And by doing so, he builds a whole cottage industry around it. Like the need for lubricants to oil his machinery which help fuel the lube industry.
But what are the industries our foreign talents going into? Food, malls , real estate and the professions. How can locals not fill these openings?
It used to be the army clamping down on enrolees with tattoos as these are signs of gangsterism. I am not sure how much of that remains but nowadays, the young don them as badges of a fashion statement and in Indochina, it could be religious, serving as amulets for protection, engraved by non other than the divine representatives in temples.
Taking a person's roof away and how it feels
It isn't a very nice feeling. As I told Muiz, your home is the one place you retreat into for refuge and comfort. I have no choice but to forego this for the moment and I am not even sure if I can own my next one. And my woes are all wimps and bimbs-related. Starting with schools.
A long walk all the way home
I am stepping up my room find very intensively this week. As this main tenant of the place comes home only late at night, I found myself leaving the place way past midnight. The supermarket was still open. It is on 24 hours. But the bus service isn't.
The feeder service took me all the way to Yio Chu Kang and ended there. I had to walk all my way home after that.
Lynard - the school's "gangsta"
I ran into him at the void deck. When I asked if the locked up TV set they had at the resident's corner could not be opened up (I was thinking Singapore Idol on Wednesdays and Thursdays), I was drawn into his world of alpha male dominance fights in schools. It was more like "gangsta" rather than "gangster". I found it highly amusing when he related all his stories.
And he was pretty cute too. Since I was looking for a room, I had thoughts of bunking in with him. He looked like he needed it. He needed the protection. And I want to protect.
Corporal punishment for some, not all
While exchanging thoughts with Lynard, I suggested that a cane could change the life of a recalcitrant, sometimes. But for most, it won't. It would probably breed resentment, immunity to the whacks and even elicit rebelliousness and retaliation.
Lynard did get one thing right though - pick the fight you are involved in, not others.
Why I turned really rebellious myself
All my life I had been conforming. Even if I do not agree with you on many issues, I keep silent, though deep in my heart, I know something is amiss.
For conformity, it seems, at work, doesn't work. The skunks get away in most cases. It does not pay to be goody-two-shoes. This may be inculcated in schools but it doesn't work at the workplace. All the hoodlums and skullduggerers at work get off, scott free.
They wanna accuse you of attitude, but please look at theirs. Daniel's and Psycho's and a host of others. Daniel is loud, insistent and always wanting things his own way. Psycho is naggy and unreasonable.
Someone picked a fight with moi today at the community library
When this tall dude strode into the reading room and picked a seat right next to moi, when so many other empty seats were available, with his face showing what it showed (a tinge of not being mentally well and he was probably drawn to my earrings, was he gay even?), I instinctively sensed something.
He then picked a fight with moi over the two copies of newspapers I had on me, which I deliberately took away with me. All the while a familiar Indian lady face was sitting nearby. Truth of the matter is, I have spotted another the other day and I recognised them instantly to be who they are.
He admonished moi for being an ugly Singaporean and even mouthed invectives. There are worse cases of ugly Singaporeanism or whoever at work here and he hasn't even seen it yet. I replied in various ways and moved away. But when he got personal about my earring, I asked him to shut his mouth up.
If he had asked for sex, I might have agreed. But oh well, he wanted to focus on a fight, so a fight it was. I admit I just picked up the other copy of the papers as a reflex reaction.
I will only buy the newspapers when I need to read (more for ideas, language content or some worthy analyses) or for the classifieds page. Anyway most of it is really highly repetitious news like the Israel-Lebanon conflict or terrorism.
But between buying a copy of the newspapers or travelling to read it at the communit library, it makes no real difference.
And a fire drill
The alarm rang. A voice urged everyone to remain calm while an investigation is underway. The next thing I know, a library staff marched everyone out of the reading room , ushered us through the fire exit and down the stairways.
Five minutes later, we were back in.
Smokers do not have any space left for their nicotine-high
I can't smoke at home ( I did it one time and it was the FORBIDDEN MORTAL SIN of Christ's time). There are few tables reserved for smoking at public dining areas. I am not even sure if I can smoke at the park or at open-air public spaces.
I can begin to understand how smokers must feel . A fag is like a relief. Kinda like a need to pee. Or a suck or two on some dudes' dicks. It is probably the last vestige of sanctity anyone can have to think, ponder and relieve onself from a variety of situations like stress and the need for personal private space.
I am reconciled with Muiz
I couldn't bear the thought of leaving a cute dude like Muiz. He is a kid too so I have to learn to be gentler and kinder and more forgiving. I told him hurting him isn't the way to building a relationship. It is time-out for now till we are both more settled to start on our relationship, what with my constant moving and his upcoming exams.
Foreign talent
I am most welcoming if it is exotic talent that we cannot find here locally. Like a foreign dude who can bend his dick twice over. And by doing so, he builds a whole cottage industry around it. Like the need for lubricants to oil his machinery which help fuel the lube industry.
But what are the industries our foreign talents going into? Food, malls , real estate and the professions. How can locals not fill these openings?
Sunday, August 20, 2006
A Sunday Of Blogs
These people must be starved of something the whole month
I suppose sleeping in the hallway is inconvenient for all the tenants. Especially with Paul, who has all his "friends" over, spending the night and taking showers, one after another at the same time. I can see he works for a transport agency and given some of the things we have chatted over, I shun to think he will be a leader of the organisation.
Like being afraid of stuff in the living room getting stolen by moi. I think I have a greater legitimate fear, what with my stuff out in the living room like that.
I have a real funny feeling these people sleep around a lot. They are just abstaining this one month.
No wonder.
If I were a landlord all over again
I would have jumped at a tenant like meself. No PC. Therefore no need for broadband and all that hassle. No cooking. Don't need the air-conditioner and ok with a fan system. Out most of the time. Apparently some landlords aren't satisfied with that. Good for you. Daniel, Psycho and the rest of them. You don't deserve me.
I don't watch chinese programs except on the rare occasion
Because I think all that drama serials' themes on puppy love, love triangles, corporate rivalry, revenge and all that junk simply ain't worth it. And some of the foreign variety talkshow programs can be really crude and sex-filled.
Cricket too?
Looks like the Indian community is out in full force at the park to play this sport. It is BIG in India and Britain I suppose as it must have hailed from there.
My ankle is healed and I am running again
Someone must have spotted my slight limp as I walk. This senior citizen approached me with an offer of a traditional Chinese prescriptive ointment for a rub. But after I started on my run, my ankle feels much better. Thus I will dump this visit to the TCM practitioner.
My fingers are typing faster than the Internet connection speed
This is what happens sometimes. I can type real fast with just my few fingers. But the Internet connection speed is so slow, it can't keep up with me. I can't go any slower because time means money.
At other times, while surfing or whatever, the connection is lost and this is really frustrating if you are like doing up some document and it gets lost, forever...
Muiz, I am so disappointed in you
I really like you very much. But you don't seem to want to forget your past relationship and you have expressed your wish to go back to this relationship. I can't stop you but I have stated my intentions. And you wanna meet people for S&M sex. I am so sorry it has to end like this.
Perhaps we should just cool off and see what happens next.
Look at what is being envisaged here
I tip my hat to MM Lee and I don't think anyone should be criticising him in any way, not when he is our founding father. After all, he built this city and I respect him in many ways. But of course the occasional swipes may be inevitable.
Everyone else is fair game though.
But when they envisage only Crazy Horse cabarets and creating all that city buzz ( I am not anti-it as I understand it helps bring in the tourism dollar) but if all else hinges on just this one thingy, I am so sorry it just won't do.
Please start looking at how we operate on every level, policy-wise , in schools, our homes and so on. There are so many issues here that impact our lives, I can't even start to blog on them.
Rent-a-place
Scanning the advertisement pages reveal dirt-cheap rentals at specified locations. But when I give them a ring, they were located somewhere else and prices were not so cheap. What great discrepancies! I won't be surprised that there are scams going on here. Someone wrote on one, airing his grievance over being cheated.
Besides gender discrimination, in this case bias against the male gender, in the education field (think childcare, studentcare, tuition centres and tags like "All female environment"), even some flat-owners want only females.
Like I told Uncle Ng, it is as if females are the preferred gender these days. They exude all the qualities of gentleness, kindness, compassion, goodness, nurtureful, rationalism, inner beauty etc, etc. Try converting this list into antonyms and see how it turns out.
Can we open our eyes as to who are the real perpetrators of misdeeds here
The few instances of mis-behavior at the train stations I witnessed were mostly perpetrated by foreigners, either as tourists, work-pass holders or permanent residents here. They elbow their way into the trains, speak loudly and just about give no shit to anyone.
Don't forget the foreign employers I have worked for which include Malaysians and Indonesians in the audit/account and medical/pharmaceutical fields. They weren't exactly nice people to deal with. They are just here for the job and business opportunities.
What about the few foreign workers here whom I have co-habitated with the last couple of months. Or when I was leasing my room out. They were not exactly reasonable people. They were demanding , self-centred and jump at every chance to abuse privileges accorded them.
I suppose sleeping in the hallway is inconvenient for all the tenants. Especially with Paul, who has all his "friends" over, spending the night and taking showers, one after another at the same time. I can see he works for a transport agency and given some of the things we have chatted over, I shun to think he will be a leader of the organisation.
Like being afraid of stuff in the living room getting stolen by moi. I think I have a greater legitimate fear, what with my stuff out in the living room like that.
I have a real funny feeling these people sleep around a lot. They are just abstaining this one month.
No wonder.
If I were a landlord all over again
I would have jumped at a tenant like meself. No PC. Therefore no need for broadband and all that hassle. No cooking. Don't need the air-conditioner and ok with a fan system. Out most of the time. Apparently some landlords aren't satisfied with that. Good for you. Daniel, Psycho and the rest of them. You don't deserve me.
I don't watch chinese programs except on the rare occasion
Because I think all that drama serials' themes on puppy love, love triangles, corporate rivalry, revenge and all that junk simply ain't worth it. And some of the foreign variety talkshow programs can be really crude and sex-filled.
Cricket too?
Looks like the Indian community is out in full force at the park to play this sport. It is BIG in India and Britain I suppose as it must have hailed from there.
My ankle is healed and I am running again
Someone must have spotted my slight limp as I walk. This senior citizen approached me with an offer of a traditional Chinese prescriptive ointment for a rub. But after I started on my run, my ankle feels much better. Thus I will dump this visit to the TCM practitioner.
My fingers are typing faster than the Internet connection speed
This is what happens sometimes. I can type real fast with just my few fingers. But the Internet connection speed is so slow, it can't keep up with me. I can't go any slower because time means money.
At other times, while surfing or whatever, the connection is lost and this is really frustrating if you are like doing up some document and it gets lost, forever...
Muiz, I am so disappointed in you
I really like you very much. But you don't seem to want to forget your past relationship and you have expressed your wish to go back to this relationship. I can't stop you but I have stated my intentions. And you wanna meet people for S&M sex. I am so sorry it has to end like this.
Perhaps we should just cool off and see what happens next.
Look at what is being envisaged here
I tip my hat to MM Lee and I don't think anyone should be criticising him in any way, not when he is our founding father. After all, he built this city and I respect him in many ways. But of course the occasional swipes may be inevitable.
Everyone else is fair game though.
But when they envisage only Crazy Horse cabarets and creating all that city buzz ( I am not anti-it as I understand it helps bring in the tourism dollar) but if all else hinges on just this one thingy, I am so sorry it just won't do.
Please start looking at how we operate on every level, policy-wise , in schools, our homes and so on. There are so many issues here that impact our lives, I can't even start to blog on them.
Rent-a-place
Scanning the advertisement pages reveal dirt-cheap rentals at specified locations. But when I give them a ring, they were located somewhere else and prices were not so cheap. What great discrepancies! I won't be surprised that there are scams going on here. Someone wrote on one, airing his grievance over being cheated.
Besides gender discrimination, in this case bias against the male gender, in the education field (think childcare, studentcare, tuition centres and tags like "All female environment"), even some flat-owners want only females.
Like I told Uncle Ng, it is as if females are the preferred gender these days. They exude all the qualities of gentleness, kindness, compassion, goodness, nurtureful, rationalism, inner beauty etc, etc. Try converting this list into antonyms and see how it turns out.
Can we open our eyes as to who are the real perpetrators of misdeeds here
The few instances of mis-behavior at the train stations I witnessed were mostly perpetrated by foreigners, either as tourists, work-pass holders or permanent residents here. They elbow their way into the trains, speak loudly and just about give no shit to anyone.
Don't forget the foreign employers I have worked for which include Malaysians and Indonesians in the audit/account and medical/pharmaceutical fields. They weren't exactly nice people to deal with. They are just here for the job and business opportunities.
What about the few foreign workers here whom I have co-habitated with the last couple of months. Or when I was leasing my room out. They were not exactly reasonable people. They were demanding , self-centred and jump at every chance to abuse privileges accorded them.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
A Saturday Of Blogs
The womenfolk here are strong, sturdy briskwalkers
They cut across the park to get to the wet market and back home. I admire them, doddering along sometimes with bags full of green groceries and groceries. Kudos to women like them, their families at home get fed. And the distance is no mean feat.
Mathilda is out?
There you have it, downright stupidity. She was the one Singapore Idoless wannabe I was raving about some time ago to perhaps clinch the title. But look how outrageously she has been voted out.....That says a lot of our people....those whoever who booted her out.....
Short term gain or long term pain
This does seem to be the myopic view of our decision making at the top level. Please....try seeing long term if you can? Or can't you?
Foreign talent or foreign shit?
They come in droves and they aren't so well-equipped it seems - in the thinking and reasoning department. I entered a public loo today and there were some scribblings on the walls about some China gals. This category of females seems to have gotten into our country very easily and for all the wrong reasons. I don't think they are here other than to amass a fortune for themselves by any means. I am not absolving other foreign women either.
Even their male Chinese counterparts and other nationals seem to be trafficking in some sort of stuff or in some underhand dealings. This is something that the Old Man of Bishan and myself have agreed on. They are like the piranhnas introduced into a peaceful and harmonious ecological pond, causing tsunamis and a whole host of trouble for locals.
The government of the day doesn't have to deal with them on a micro aspect like we do. On the buses, at work, at home, everywhere....
Now they accept foreign law degrees and are increasing the supply of lawyers
To think my appeal to get into the law faculty was turned down by none other than the then-Dean of Law Faculty, NUS himself. But perhaps all these have been for the better. I am not sure. But you can see how damaging wrong policies can impact a citizen's life. Not only mine but all the rest of us too.
Mr Psycho and Daniel are looking for tenants again
There you have it folks, all their tenants are on a short-term basis. The folks must have had it with them. I did too. If both the landlord and tenant had been fair and just in their dealings with each other (and I like to think of myself as one), who wouldn't stay on or ask to stay on for either party?
You got it real wrong
If you think I wrote all those blogs and did some of the stuff I had going on in my head, you are terribly mistaken. There is a huge gap between what I write and think and what I actually do. I rent a room to stay in, not fool around with the tenants or landlord.
I really don't enjoy sleeping in the hallway like this , watching and hearing what goes on. It isn't as if I am paying $250 for nothing. That kinda money gets me a room elsewhere. And I am gonna get my refund for the difference since I was supposed to spend part of the time in Patrick's room and he ain't moving and he is gonna have his mom and cousins come and stay over next month. Well blow-me-down! If this isn't a scam, what is!
If you thought I was bad, wait till you read what this chief tenant does. He has people streaming into his room to bath and for what-not, a few at one go. I am not too sure if they are even here for any tutorial. Gays, especially the bottoms, must be the sluttiest lot I ever know.
I have had previous requests for all manner of sexual acts. S&M like whips, spanks, candle drips, sweat and pubic hair-burns. They enjoy these and more. I think my sexual needs are much simpler than this.
Muiz, it is goodbye!
I have dropped Muiz when I found out that he was probably more into S&M sex than anything else. Goodbye old friend! I had thought you were a sensible and level-headed dude. Your boyish and innocent outlook not withstanding! But it seems that we don't see eye to eye on sexual relationships and I ain't in any mood for wrestling, bruising, hurting and abusing people like that.
I hope you will outgrow this and not kill yourself in the process of trying any exotic S&M stunts. Good luck! That guy you are dying to meet will meet all your needs. And your ex who dumped you (for whatever reasons) and treated you like dirt and scorned you for a month and who now wants to reconcile with you (for whatever reasons), deserve you.
Go get him, Muiz! He is all yours for the taking.
Someone collapsed at Bishan Park
Yesterday was quite eventful. An elderly Indian man apparently had some kinda heart problem and collapsed while walking in the park. When I got to him, he was surrounded by on-lookers (but someone had already called 995). He was all dirty, lying supine on the pavement and his head phone was still ringing out loud and clear.
The big red ants were all over him. I had to squish a few and I tried talking to him to soothe and comfort him. The ambulance came and I must credit the female ambulance attendant for a great job in coaxing him to get to the hospital.
Dwayne, did I meet you a second time again?
Because I don't wanna be in the sitting room, I usually get up early in the morning to go for my exercise and I come home late at night. Uncle Ng whom I met and chatted up the other day can testify to this. So can that old lady downstairs. Thus, yesterday, at about 8pm, I visited the Bishan North Mall to have a quick bite.
That was when I saw Dwayne and his father (I am so sorry, now I know that senior citizen is your Dad - oopsy daisy), sitting down together for a bowl of dessert or something. GOD! Does this mean anything? I don't know but I can't bring myself to acknowledge him as his Dad was with him. What if he thought I was some child molester...?
Was she heeling a dog or her son
A mother was bicycling ahead of her son and she was barking commands. It was comical as she made it seems like she was heeling a dog. But I suppose she had good intentions and was just trying to shape up his son (a tall lanky bespectacled dude) for something....like National Service perhaps...
Over-prescription?
When I chatted with Martin at the gym, he was taking glucose with a scoop of about 50 odd grams of protein. This pales in comparison with what I had been prescribed by the sales assistant (which probably explains it- her designation I mean).
Anyway I am not gonna take any protein or whatever. I am just gonna work out the natural way with good sensible nutrition. I don't wanna be big or something, just naturally defined or cut.
I have seen some BIG dudes before but who are now shrunken when they stop all their protein or creatine or whatever stuff. They were small to begin with.
Paying tuition fees
Among the stuff we (meaning the old man and I the other day) chatted about was this: how whenever you try to find work, they invariably asks for certification. And so what's with a cert? Does it even guarantee us a job? Does re-training even find us a job? (I once thought of signing up for a short IT course but they couldn't say if that will make me IT-employable)
Imagine attending a teacher-training program. I have to pay for school fees (some of which is "subsidized" or something) and then be bonded for several years. This is so cool. Pay to be tortured. Like renting a room and be tortured by a landlord.
A luohan in the park
The swell-headed luohan is of course a genetic mutant which we humans have transgenated. The one luohan I saw being fished out of the pond wasn't anywhere close to that kinda heady size. Like the big dudes, they started out small but with un-natural creation, they became big, real big.
I bought my 4th pack of ciggies
This time it is "LIONGER", a product of Trust Tobacco Singapore. It is $8.20 when I bought it but at another shop, it went for $8.00. This was a bone of contention today when I openly smoked in the hallway (for one time only) but promptly opened the windows to let the smoke out. Patrick saw it and maybe Mark smelt it (well I can hear loud laughter from their room and that unmistakable ringing tone of a webcam hook-up and the MSN messaging tone) but when Paul came home, he told me off.
Well I suppose I was wrong but I had to contend with loud music coming from his room and I can't even make a call on my mobile phone. And all those guys he brings here, one after another, all at the same time. I wouldn't even split the utilities with them as he seems to be using more of it, what with all his companions coming in to bath like this.
Fags, some of you deserve to die along with some bimbs nd blimps and you will!
They cut across the park to get to the wet market and back home. I admire them, doddering along sometimes with bags full of green groceries and groceries. Kudos to women like them, their families at home get fed. And the distance is no mean feat.
Mathilda is out?
There you have it, downright stupidity. She was the one Singapore Idoless wannabe I was raving about some time ago to perhaps clinch the title. But look how outrageously she has been voted out.....That says a lot of our people....those whoever who booted her out.....
Short term gain or long term pain
This does seem to be the myopic view of our decision making at the top level. Please....try seeing long term if you can? Or can't you?
Foreign talent or foreign shit?
They come in droves and they aren't so well-equipped it seems - in the thinking and reasoning department. I entered a public loo today and there were some scribblings on the walls about some China gals. This category of females seems to have gotten into our country very easily and for all the wrong reasons. I don't think they are here other than to amass a fortune for themselves by any means. I am not absolving other foreign women either.
Even their male Chinese counterparts and other nationals seem to be trafficking in some sort of stuff or in some underhand dealings. This is something that the Old Man of Bishan and myself have agreed on. They are like the piranhnas introduced into a peaceful and harmonious ecological pond, causing tsunamis and a whole host of trouble for locals.
The government of the day doesn't have to deal with them on a micro aspect like we do. On the buses, at work, at home, everywhere....
Now they accept foreign law degrees and are increasing the supply of lawyers
To think my appeal to get into the law faculty was turned down by none other than the then-Dean of Law Faculty, NUS himself. But perhaps all these have been for the better. I am not sure. But you can see how damaging wrong policies can impact a citizen's life. Not only mine but all the rest of us too.
Mr Psycho and Daniel are looking for tenants again
There you have it folks, all their tenants are on a short-term basis. The folks must have had it with them. I did too. If both the landlord and tenant had been fair and just in their dealings with each other (and I like to think of myself as one), who wouldn't stay on or ask to stay on for either party?
You got it real wrong
If you think I wrote all those blogs and did some of the stuff I had going on in my head, you are terribly mistaken. There is a huge gap between what I write and think and what I actually do. I rent a room to stay in, not fool around with the tenants or landlord.
I really don't enjoy sleeping in the hallway like this , watching and hearing what goes on. It isn't as if I am paying $250 for nothing. That kinda money gets me a room elsewhere. And I am gonna get my refund for the difference since I was supposed to spend part of the time in Patrick's room and he ain't moving and he is gonna have his mom and cousins come and stay over next month. Well blow-me-down! If this isn't a scam, what is!
If you thought I was bad, wait till you read what this chief tenant does. He has people streaming into his room to bath and for what-not, a few at one go. I am not too sure if they are even here for any tutorial. Gays, especially the bottoms, must be the sluttiest lot I ever know.
I have had previous requests for all manner of sexual acts. S&M like whips, spanks, candle drips, sweat and pubic hair-burns. They enjoy these and more. I think my sexual needs are much simpler than this.
Muiz, it is goodbye!
I have dropped Muiz when I found out that he was probably more into S&M sex than anything else. Goodbye old friend! I had thought you were a sensible and level-headed dude. Your boyish and innocent outlook not withstanding! But it seems that we don't see eye to eye on sexual relationships and I ain't in any mood for wrestling, bruising, hurting and abusing people like that.
I hope you will outgrow this and not kill yourself in the process of trying any exotic S&M stunts. Good luck! That guy you are dying to meet will meet all your needs. And your ex who dumped you (for whatever reasons) and treated you like dirt and scorned you for a month and who now wants to reconcile with you (for whatever reasons), deserve you.
Go get him, Muiz! He is all yours for the taking.
Someone collapsed at Bishan Park
Yesterday was quite eventful. An elderly Indian man apparently had some kinda heart problem and collapsed while walking in the park. When I got to him, he was surrounded by on-lookers (but someone had already called 995). He was all dirty, lying supine on the pavement and his head phone was still ringing out loud and clear.
The big red ants were all over him. I had to squish a few and I tried talking to him to soothe and comfort him. The ambulance came and I must credit the female ambulance attendant for a great job in coaxing him to get to the hospital.
Dwayne, did I meet you a second time again?
Because I don't wanna be in the sitting room, I usually get up early in the morning to go for my exercise and I come home late at night. Uncle Ng whom I met and chatted up the other day can testify to this. So can that old lady downstairs. Thus, yesterday, at about 8pm, I visited the Bishan North Mall to have a quick bite.
That was when I saw Dwayne and his father (I am so sorry, now I know that senior citizen is your Dad - oopsy daisy), sitting down together for a bowl of dessert or something. GOD! Does this mean anything? I don't know but I can't bring myself to acknowledge him as his Dad was with him. What if he thought I was some child molester...?
Was she heeling a dog or her son
A mother was bicycling ahead of her son and she was barking commands. It was comical as she made it seems like she was heeling a dog. But I suppose she had good intentions and was just trying to shape up his son (a tall lanky bespectacled dude) for something....like National Service perhaps...
Over-prescription?
When I chatted with Martin at the gym, he was taking glucose with a scoop of about 50 odd grams of protein. This pales in comparison with what I had been prescribed by the sales assistant (which probably explains it- her designation I mean).
Anyway I am not gonna take any protein or whatever. I am just gonna work out the natural way with good sensible nutrition. I don't wanna be big or something, just naturally defined or cut.
I have seen some BIG dudes before but who are now shrunken when they stop all their protein or creatine or whatever stuff. They were small to begin with.
Paying tuition fees
Among the stuff we (meaning the old man and I the other day) chatted about was this: how whenever you try to find work, they invariably asks for certification. And so what's with a cert? Does it even guarantee us a job? Does re-training even find us a job? (I once thought of signing up for a short IT course but they couldn't say if that will make me IT-employable)
Imagine attending a teacher-training program. I have to pay for school fees (some of which is "subsidized" or something) and then be bonded for several years. This is so cool. Pay to be tortured. Like renting a room and be tortured by a landlord.
A luohan in the park
The swell-headed luohan is of course a genetic mutant which we humans have transgenated. The one luohan I saw being fished out of the pond wasn't anywhere close to that kinda heady size. Like the big dudes, they started out small but with un-natural creation, they became big, real big.
I bought my 4th pack of ciggies
This time it is "LIONGER", a product of Trust Tobacco Singapore. It is $8.20 when I bought it but at another shop, it went for $8.00. This was a bone of contention today when I openly smoked in the hallway (for one time only) but promptly opened the windows to let the smoke out. Patrick saw it and maybe Mark smelt it (well I can hear loud laughter from their room and that unmistakable ringing tone of a webcam hook-up and the MSN messaging tone) but when Paul came home, he told me off.
Well I suppose I was wrong but I had to contend with loud music coming from his room and I can't even make a call on my mobile phone. And all those guys he brings here, one after another, all at the same time. I wouldn't even split the utilities with them as he seems to be using more of it, what with all his companions coming in to bath like this.
Fags, some of you deserve to die along with some bimbs nd blimps and you will!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
A Short Thought Before The Community Library Closes
Well yeah. I read about the case of how some young teen couple had their foetus aborted following an indiscreet and unitended pre-marital "coitus maximus" (according to "My Super Ex-girlfriend").
The laughable part is they celebrate the anniversary of the abortion every year with the "foetus" in abstantia. Think birthday cake with candles, "Happy Birthday" songs and an effigy of a "foetus" sitting on a high stool in a baby's chair. You might as well set the effigy on fire. That would truly be what you have done to it anyway.
Look, are you two teen parmours nuts? You have sex, conceived a "child" together and then decide to abort it and you celebrate its abortion like you do a birthday party. How nutty can this get? Wouldn't a real live baby be more a cause for celebration?
It can't get any nuttier than this, people.
The laughable part is they celebrate the anniversary of the abortion every year with the "foetus" in abstantia. Think birthday cake with candles, "Happy Birthday" songs and an effigy of a "foetus" sitting on a high stool in a baby's chair. You might as well set the effigy on fire. That would truly be what you have done to it anyway.
Look, are you two teen parmours nuts? You have sex, conceived a "child" together and then decide to abort it and you celebrate its abortion like you do a birthday party. How nutty can this get? Wouldn't a real live baby be more a cause for celebration?
It can't get any nuttier than this, people.
I Have Had About Enough
Murder on my mind
If I ever get hooked up with a gal or a wimpy gay, I will probably have this on my mind.
Computing run-around
Yesterday was quite a day. First I had to contend with the odd opening hours of our community libraries (malls' open at 11am while stand-alone ones start at 10am).
In fact not only libraries but a slew of establishments like LAN shops for instance. I have to be in synch with their opening hours only because I need to catch up with the stock market trading hours to put in my buy-sell order like the last time when I was somehow actively punting stocks.
Outside the library, there was already a queue of people who has the same idea as moi has. That is to be the first to lay their hands on the newspapers . After me , there were people waiting around for the papers.
It has gotten to a point of playing musical chairs at some libraries where those who are finished with the papers chained to the reading table, get up, move to another spot to read another newspaper while a fellow library user moves in on the vacated seat. And another does the same for the seat so vacated and so on.
There were familiar faces - the old, the unemployed, the young, students, housewives and so on. If you seek the faces of the Singapore unemployed, go visit the libraries, the hawker centres and at parks. They are all there.
After that, I had to email a few human resource departments of schools and companies my job application and that included a school which needed a mailed application. I couldn't do this at the library, so I have to adjourn to a cyber-gaming centre further down the street to do this.
Now the school that required a posted application was a real headache. When I had edited some parts of my resume to fit the job description, I had to save it on my floppy. But I couldn't print this out here.
The last time I paid $0.80 for a print-out copy at a photocopying shop near the town centre. This time, I hunted down another which costs me only $0.50.
I walked to Singpost where I bought a pre-paid postage envelope for $0.30 to stuff my resume in, licked the sticky skirting along the envelope's edge to seal it in before dropping it off at the mailbox.
In all, it took me a good one and a half hour of legwork and helter skelter to complete my task.
Meet Nicholas - the face of the Integrated Program
I was kinda lethargic and needed to work out. There were cute school dudes as usual but I only struck up a conversation with one. He is from RI and I thought I detected a tone of gripe with the IP program he was on. He is in his final year and they don't award a certificate so that if he fails the 'A' levels, he has only a PSLE certification to fall back on. If he doesn't make it for the IP's internal examination, he transfers to the 'O' level program and repeats another year.
If you ask me, it sounds like whichever way you turn, you lose BIG TIME!
My stand on illness , medication and how I was a sickly child
This is my stand and mine alone. I will never see a doctor for anything except perhaps a persistent high fever that won't go away even with Panadol. I believe that the medication you take for one illness has about enough side effects to spawn another. I will chuck away all the antibiotics too.
I coughed and rang up high fevers too frequently when I was young. I was a sickly child I guess. I must like have enough codeine to be like the numbed Iraqi women sleepwalking the streets of their war-torn country.
The Society For Men And families
I am glad this organisation has come up. But its moniker is vague. I have many questions to ask like (1) does this include single men (2) what about gay single men (3) what age group are we talking about here (3) Is it just men's issues or do their families play a part, families like their parents and siblings or their spouses and children (4) what kinda issues are they focussing on - career, health, sex, marriage, singlehood, relationships (samesex included) etc, etc.
Two old men and a bagful of gripes (which include half a bag of mine)
I ran into two other older men who are in their sixties and seventies. One had about the same gripes as me about the kind of "foreign talent" we have imported into our shores.
His run-in with the law when he tries to do some hucking on the streets. Profit-driven employers who takes on cheap labor and who will ask you to do anything. The quality of life and if the current thinking has its way, we are all to live out our golden years just sitting and waiting for the GRIM REAPER to snatch our lives away, going by the budgeted monthy CPF payout (which is entirely based on the lives of ordinary folks like us and not the megabucks entrepreneur or civil servant) and food allowance.
The other old man I poured out all my woes, what with the place I am staying at now and the kinda meaningless existence I am living. Mind you, I am not even asking for a CEO's job but a humble , lousy, thankless and low-paying job teaching kids a bag of tricks I hope they can survive life on.
Just so to pay off my bills, eat a meal or two a day, save enough to scrimp together to buy my own humble place and plan for a frugal retirement when I can no longer work because I have no dependants to depend on. It seems this is too much to ask.
I am kinda stressed so much so that pimples have broken out (which I hadn't have for quite a while now) and my mouth ulcers are back. I am not smiling so much so you will excuse me if I should screw up my face more than I usually do.
Screw you too!
If I ever get hooked up with a gal or a wimpy gay, I will probably have this on my mind.
Computing run-around
Yesterday was quite a day. First I had to contend with the odd opening hours of our community libraries (malls' open at 11am while stand-alone ones start at 10am).
In fact not only libraries but a slew of establishments like LAN shops for instance. I have to be in synch with their opening hours only because I need to catch up with the stock market trading hours to put in my buy-sell order like the last time when I was somehow actively punting stocks.
Outside the library, there was already a queue of people who has the same idea as moi has. That is to be the first to lay their hands on the newspapers . After me , there were people waiting around for the papers.
It has gotten to a point of playing musical chairs at some libraries where those who are finished with the papers chained to the reading table, get up, move to another spot to read another newspaper while a fellow library user moves in on the vacated seat. And another does the same for the seat so vacated and so on.
There were familiar faces - the old, the unemployed, the young, students, housewives and so on. If you seek the faces of the Singapore unemployed, go visit the libraries, the hawker centres and at parks. They are all there.
After that, I had to email a few human resource departments of schools and companies my job application and that included a school which needed a mailed application. I couldn't do this at the library, so I have to adjourn to a cyber-gaming centre further down the street to do this.
Now the school that required a posted application was a real headache. When I had edited some parts of my resume to fit the job description, I had to save it on my floppy. But I couldn't print this out here.
The last time I paid $0.80 for a print-out copy at a photocopying shop near the town centre. This time, I hunted down another which costs me only $0.50.
I walked to Singpost where I bought a pre-paid postage envelope for $0.30 to stuff my resume in, licked the sticky skirting along the envelope's edge to seal it in before dropping it off at the mailbox.
In all, it took me a good one and a half hour of legwork and helter skelter to complete my task.
Meet Nicholas - the face of the Integrated Program
I was kinda lethargic and needed to work out. There were cute school dudes as usual but I only struck up a conversation with one. He is from RI and I thought I detected a tone of gripe with the IP program he was on. He is in his final year and they don't award a certificate so that if he fails the 'A' levels, he has only a PSLE certification to fall back on. If he doesn't make it for the IP's internal examination, he transfers to the 'O' level program and repeats another year.
If you ask me, it sounds like whichever way you turn, you lose BIG TIME!
My stand on illness , medication and how I was a sickly child
This is my stand and mine alone. I will never see a doctor for anything except perhaps a persistent high fever that won't go away even with Panadol. I believe that the medication you take for one illness has about enough side effects to spawn another. I will chuck away all the antibiotics too.
I coughed and rang up high fevers too frequently when I was young. I was a sickly child I guess. I must like have enough codeine to be like the numbed Iraqi women sleepwalking the streets of their war-torn country.
The Society For Men And families
I am glad this organisation has come up. But its moniker is vague. I have many questions to ask like (1) does this include single men (2) what about gay single men (3) what age group are we talking about here (3) Is it just men's issues or do their families play a part, families like their parents and siblings or their spouses and children (4) what kinda issues are they focussing on - career, health, sex, marriage, singlehood, relationships (samesex included) etc, etc.
Two old men and a bagful of gripes (which include half a bag of mine)
I ran into two other older men who are in their sixties and seventies. One had about the same gripes as me about the kind of "foreign talent" we have imported into our shores.
His run-in with the law when he tries to do some hucking on the streets. Profit-driven employers who takes on cheap labor and who will ask you to do anything. The quality of life and if the current thinking has its way, we are all to live out our golden years just sitting and waiting for the GRIM REAPER to snatch our lives away, going by the budgeted monthy CPF payout (which is entirely based on the lives of ordinary folks like us and not the megabucks entrepreneur or civil servant) and food allowance.
The other old man I poured out all my woes, what with the place I am staying at now and the kinda meaningless existence I am living. Mind you, I am not even asking for a CEO's job but a humble , lousy, thankless and low-paying job teaching kids a bag of tricks I hope they can survive life on.
Just so to pay off my bills, eat a meal or two a day, save enough to scrimp together to buy my own humble place and plan for a frugal retirement when I can no longer work because I have no dependants to depend on. It seems this is too much to ask.
I am kinda stressed so much so that pimples have broken out (which I hadn't have for quite a while now) and my mouth ulcers are back. I am not smiling so much so you will excuse me if I should screw up my face more than I usually do.
Screw you too!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Americanised Or Singaporeanised
An exchange of thoughts
Speaking with John (hey he is just plain John, not Bush or Reagan), the big American guy at the swimming pool yesterday, I got to thinking about a few things. One of which I thought was some political maneovuring by leaders of any country.
It does seem so that politicians do fear anyone, be it a scientist or a sportsperson, who because of their international fame and thus political clout, may wrest political control and topple any government of any day. Therefore in their own selfish political interests, many of these upstarts would have to be brow-beaten to obscurity.
It is the same with any song competition, the sort that picks winners who go on to be the next Britney Spears or Justin Timberlake. Any potential Young Turk , who may upsurp the throne of an older incumbent, may similarly be ousted if the judging panel has this older incumbent whose life his music career revolves round.
But in the interest of progress and for the sake of the community, I think there is space for both and that the better idea or person should win, not by any unfair affiliation because of kinship or friendship. This is in the name of good for all.
Otherwise we stand still, stagnate and die.
This is part of what reading (the late) Prof Gould's book is all about too. It has a phalanx of two unlikely team members, a conservative old fart and a brazen non-conformist. But work together they did and look at the kinda astonishing scientific breakthroughs they achieved. The oddballs of the Burgess shale who were shoehorned into existing phlya previously are now recognised to be unique in their own taxonomic groups.
Even Ant Bully has its say on this. How the ants in a colony work as a team to overcome adversity and fight the "invaders", along with the glowworms, the wasps, the gnats and the caterpillars (animals of other species).
What about the boys who eventually turn on the BIG BULLY. They realised they have numbers on their side while the BIG BULLY was just one lousy, low-esteem, manipulative sicko and someone who is still tied to his mother's apron strings.
If you didn't catch the hint here, you never would, people.
What will really complete the full circle of living here
It isn't just the kinda amenities available here that are within walking distance of each other. I just noticed how many schools there are around the area, not least, two premier educational institutions, one a top-notch JC and the other an all-boys secondary school. In fact there is one other same-sex middle high school round the corner as well.
A new community library is slated for opening in September, just one month away and it is a stand-alone multi-storeyed building quite artistically designed.
Gosh, if I can just walk to a school somewhere here, anywhere, and teach. Preferably only boys. I am kinda sick of gals. Had enough trouble with them and I wish them ill most of the time.
Speaking with John (hey he is just plain John, not Bush or Reagan), the big American guy at the swimming pool yesterday, I got to thinking about a few things. One of which I thought was some political maneovuring by leaders of any country.
It does seem so that politicians do fear anyone, be it a scientist or a sportsperson, who because of their international fame and thus political clout, may wrest political control and topple any government of any day. Therefore in their own selfish political interests, many of these upstarts would have to be brow-beaten to obscurity.
It is the same with any song competition, the sort that picks winners who go on to be the next Britney Spears or Justin Timberlake. Any potential Young Turk , who may upsurp the throne of an older incumbent, may similarly be ousted if the judging panel has this older incumbent whose life his music career revolves round.
But in the interest of progress and for the sake of the community, I think there is space for both and that the better idea or person should win, not by any unfair affiliation because of kinship or friendship. This is in the name of good for all.
Otherwise we stand still, stagnate and die.
This is part of what reading (the late) Prof Gould's book is all about too. It has a phalanx of two unlikely team members, a conservative old fart and a brazen non-conformist. But work together they did and look at the kinda astonishing scientific breakthroughs they achieved. The oddballs of the Burgess shale who were shoehorned into existing phlya previously are now recognised to be unique in their own taxonomic groups.
Even Ant Bully has its say on this. How the ants in a colony work as a team to overcome adversity and fight the "invaders", along with the glowworms, the wasps, the gnats and the caterpillars (animals of other species).
What about the boys who eventually turn on the BIG BULLY. They realised they have numbers on their side while the BIG BULLY was just one lousy, low-esteem, manipulative sicko and someone who is still tied to his mother's apron strings.
If you didn't catch the hint here, you never would, people.
What will really complete the full circle of living here
It isn't just the kinda amenities available here that are within walking distance of each other. I just noticed how many schools there are around the area, not least, two premier educational institutions, one a top-notch JC and the other an all-boys secondary school. In fact there is one other same-sex middle high school round the corner as well.
A new community library is slated for opening in September, just one month away and it is a stand-alone multi-storeyed building quite artistically designed.
Gosh, if I can just walk to a school somewhere here, anywhere, and teach. Preferably only boys. I am kinda sick of gals. Had enough trouble with them and I wish them ill most of the time.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Americanisation
Soap for a Docu-melodrama
While sitting quietly, gazing at the lush greenery, two jarring sounds wafted down from the apartment blocks above the pavilion where I was.
One was the cadence of a mother's voice chiding her son for not studying, what with exams just round the corner. The other was of a father hammering his daughter. The helpless shrill voice trying to reason with a fierce and angry one that finally lapsed into screams of pain as blows rained upon her.
If these aren't enough evidence of our pre-occupation with exams and grades and the traditional but oh-so-wrong way of disciplining a child, I don't know what is.
Ant-Bully
Great animation (even though I suspect some characters look very familiar , remnants from "Over The Hedge" , Tiffany and The Terminator for example). It makes ants look so human, you can instantly relate to their world, never mind if it is a mound they live in and their body parts are a segmented head, thorax and abdomen. It also makes us think about how we humans should be so ashamed of ourselves. If different ants can work hand-in-glove together and help each other, how can we not do the same? Aren't we the representative acme of civilisation?
It helps that I have Muiz to watch it with me. He is always great company and we can just enjoy the movie together.
An American swimming at our pool?
This is highly unusual. But what insights he has. Especially on the American system. In particular the swimming kind. Of the Olympics, funding and so on. WHOA! I really wanna hear more from him. This is so intriguing.
While sitting quietly, gazing at the lush greenery, two jarring sounds wafted down from the apartment blocks above the pavilion where I was.
One was the cadence of a mother's voice chiding her son for not studying, what with exams just round the corner. The other was of a father hammering his daughter. The helpless shrill voice trying to reason with a fierce and angry one that finally lapsed into screams of pain as blows rained upon her.
If these aren't enough evidence of our pre-occupation with exams and grades and the traditional but oh-so-wrong way of disciplining a child, I don't know what is.
Ant-Bully
Great animation (even though I suspect some characters look very familiar , remnants from "Over The Hedge" , Tiffany and The Terminator for example). It makes ants look so human, you can instantly relate to their world, never mind if it is a mound they live in and their body parts are a segmented head, thorax and abdomen. It also makes us think about how we humans should be so ashamed of ourselves. If different ants can work hand-in-glove together and help each other, how can we not do the same? Aren't we the representative acme of civilisation?
It helps that I have Muiz to watch it with me. He is always great company and we can just enjoy the movie together.
An American swimming at our pool?
This is highly unusual. But what insights he has. Especially on the American system. In particular the swimming kind. Of the Olympics, funding and so on. WHOA! I really wanna hear more from him. This is so intriguing.
Monday, August 14, 2006
My Super Ex-Girlfriend
1 year's worth of blogs
I can't believe that it has been one year of blogging already. I clicked on my first few entries dated July 2005 and I was actually reminiscing on the rain and what-not. I couldn't believe this. The next few were movie reviews on the R21 gay flick "Mysterious Skin".
I guess I have come a long way, if you wanna call it that.
What's on today's menu? Ah......straps and bracies
Today, I bought a pack of tri-colored Nike rubber wrist bands. I also got another charcoal grey beady bracie. My dolphin pendant broke when I let slip my necklace and it crashed to the mosaic floor at home. I am not getting another necklace till I am good and ready. I also got a bright orange carry strap for my camphone.
My Super Ex-girlfriend
This is like the reverse-gender of Superman, with the same sort of thick black rimmed glasses that Clark Kent dons. Except this is G-girl and she is super-humanly flawed.
It is about saving mankind too but this is more an aside than being the main course. The plot is about a love triangle and how falling in and out of love can be disastrous especially if your girlfren is endowed with unhumanly powers.
In the end, we have two superwomen fighting it out over one man. However like the saying goes, "All's well that ends well."
Quite funny and I chuckled half the time. Expect an audience of mostly women and couples and the occasional gays like moi.
Another view to a room
Yesterday I went to view a room not far from where I am now. It will mean that I will be 15 minutes further away from everywhere that I am now. The room is quite nice but a little extortionate. But I do get two single beds and a clean loo.
What else does not owning a PC at home engender and living in different parts of Singapore
I have mostly dwelt on the negatives I suppose. On a positive note, it means that I am living life a bit more fully. I get to be among the community - at Lan shops, the libraries, the internet kiosks and everywhere else I go. I get to observe and occasionally chat with people.
I am not so sequestered as I was when I was surfing and working from home. But home back then was really comfortable.
Moving around Singapore the way I did and do, has opened my eyes to different living conditions and to the different lifesytles of the people I stay with and meet. The neighborhoods are also dissimilar.
So I guess I have more fuel to blog on than if I had been sequestered at home.
I can't believe that it has been one year of blogging already. I clicked on my first few entries dated July 2005 and I was actually reminiscing on the rain and what-not. I couldn't believe this. The next few were movie reviews on the R21 gay flick "Mysterious Skin".
I guess I have come a long way, if you wanna call it that.
What's on today's menu? Ah......straps and bracies
Today, I bought a pack of tri-colored Nike rubber wrist bands. I also got another charcoal grey beady bracie. My dolphin pendant broke when I let slip my necklace and it crashed to the mosaic floor at home. I am not getting another necklace till I am good and ready. I also got a bright orange carry strap for my camphone.
My Super Ex-girlfriend
This is like the reverse-gender of Superman, with the same sort of thick black rimmed glasses that Clark Kent dons. Except this is G-girl and she is super-humanly flawed.
It is about saving mankind too but this is more an aside than being the main course. The plot is about a love triangle and how falling in and out of love can be disastrous especially if your girlfren is endowed with unhumanly powers.
In the end, we have two superwomen fighting it out over one man. However like the saying goes, "All's well that ends well."
Quite funny and I chuckled half the time. Expect an audience of mostly women and couples and the occasional gays like moi.
Another view to a room
Yesterday I went to view a room not far from where I am now. It will mean that I will be 15 minutes further away from everywhere that I am now. The room is quite nice but a little extortionate. But I do get two single beds and a clean loo.
What else does not owning a PC at home engender and living in different parts of Singapore
I have mostly dwelt on the negatives I suppose. On a positive note, it means that I am living life a bit more fully. I get to be among the community - at Lan shops, the libraries, the internet kiosks and everywhere else I go. I get to observe and occasionally chat with people.
I am not so sequestered as I was when I was surfing and working from home. But home back then was really comfortable.
Moving around Singapore the way I did and do, has opened my eyes to different living conditions and to the different lifesytles of the people I stay with and meet. The neighborhoods are also dissimilar.
So I guess I have more fuel to blog on than if I had been sequestered at home.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
I Shuffle Along Especially On Steps And There Is So Much I Wanna Do
The community here is warm, genuine and sincere
I can see it and feel it. The greetings, the deep conversations, the smiles and the hugs. This is what some of the womenfolk are doing here. They strike you as being all of the above. Going by what I hear, they speak gently and even reasonably. I don't think any has had the benefit of higher education.
Compare this with the educational community we have here. The overbearing battle axes, the conniving sly vixen and the wicked witch of Salem. Highly-educated women with tags to their calling cards trumping BA, MBA and PHD higher qualifications (and so this gives them the god-given right to rule over men?). Has education done anything for them?
What about a cross-fertilization of experiences, MOE?
I read wide-eyed, how all our fortunate local scholars will be sent overseas for their college degrees. They all trumpet a host of impressive CCAs and community involvement. Some would eventually become teachers.
It makes me wonder how these elites could even connect with some of our students who may not be as privileged, especially the dysfunctional familial types.
They can prolly share all their lives' interesting , positive and successful experiences. But can they commiserate with some of their other charges' tragic, negative, painful, devasting even, life encounters? Bulimic, anorexic, hynopompoic, pick-pocketed, suicidal, wasp-stung, nomadic and brokeback, just to name a few. How does this list sound to you?
As part of a multi/cross discipline/ fertilization conceptual framework, how about sending the elite teachers to neighborhood schools and the non-elite teachers to elite schools. That way both sides get to understand how each feels about life, get to know the other side of living life up or living life down. Just to walk in someone else's moccasin would foster greater compassion and empathy all round.
It is like transferring that bitch outta my alma mater, the bitch who pinches boys' nipples, to an all-girls' school. Let the girls know how it feels to be nippled.
Belinda's Pancakes - the humble peanut pancake has come a long way
I assume the proprietor of this stall is Belinda. It is on the third row of shops at the Ang Mo Kio hawker centre right opposite Bishan Park. She is cheery and loquacious. We even got round to schmoozing about her family, especially her 16 year-old daughter.
Like our roti pratas, the humble peanut pancakes now come with exotic fillings such as red bean, coconut (which also double up as fillings for our kutu piring and kutu mayam - two other favourite pastry and delicacy) and cheese.
Belinda's crispy thin pancakes are mouth-watering scrumptious. You must try these large cones at a mere dollar apiece.
More Doggy Bytes
I have seen Siberian Huskies, pomperanians and Chow-chows. What I didn't really know was that they are spitz dogs, dogs hailing from the cold North and a thicket of fur. Chow-chows were once imperial dogs and much wanted for their meat and fur. It is amazing they don't swelter and die in our tropical heat.
Pumping Iron II
Further reading on protein supplements had led me to the conclusion that I should just eat up one scoop of protein per day, workout or no. I will concentrate on my carbo-intake and as I am not intensely into HUGE BODY MASS BUILDING, this will suffice for me to just do muscle-definition or as body-building lingo goes, cutting. I will also do more reps on a lighter loading.
Me big mouth and an idiosyncratic lat-pulldown machine
My 6th and 7th attempt at cracking the Suduko puzzles have drawn a blank (the "Moderate" category). I must have spoken too soon.
Today while gymming, I couldn't insert the weight pin all the way into its pinhole. The instructress quietly came up behind the lat-pulldown machine, pulled the cable a little and BINGO, it could.
Remember the loud bitch from the other gym and you could ostensibly sense the far cry she was from this quiet, confident, non-overbearing and helpful instructress who helped put a wrong right.
Why I am making do without a PC for now
Windows Vista will be out in half a year's time and I have already waited six months. I don't wanna be stuck with any white elephant. I am waiting for sufficient funds to buy up a lappy. I may be careless and leave my lappy behind in outdoor places I surf. It isn't convenient to own a lappy as I don't live at any place permanently now.
Doing without a PC and what this engenders
I have to move from place to place just so to do various computing work. I can't print or work on a floppy disk at some places. I can't read Adobe documents on others. The screen blurs and flickers at some kiosks. I can't log in or open up webbies at times. Some parts of the webs mysteriously disappears, like the chatboxes. I have to put up with noise and invectives let off by cybergamers or library users. I hardly instant message anyone. Even if I do, my addressees need not be online at the same time I am. It is more expensive.
Next week's plans
I have two movies on my watchlist. Muiz and I will watch "AntBully" and it will be on me while he will buy us popcorn. I cannot imagine what we will do in the pitch-dark cinema hall.
Can you?
I can see it and feel it. The greetings, the deep conversations, the smiles and the hugs. This is what some of the womenfolk are doing here. They strike you as being all of the above. Going by what I hear, they speak gently and even reasonably. I don't think any has had the benefit of higher education.
Compare this with the educational community we have here. The overbearing battle axes, the conniving sly vixen and the wicked witch of Salem. Highly-educated women with tags to their calling cards trumping BA, MBA and PHD higher qualifications (and so this gives them the god-given right to rule over men?). Has education done anything for them?
What about a cross-fertilization of experiences, MOE?
I read wide-eyed, how all our fortunate local scholars will be sent overseas for their college degrees. They all trumpet a host of impressive CCAs and community involvement. Some would eventually become teachers.
It makes me wonder how these elites could even connect with some of our students who may not be as privileged, especially the dysfunctional familial types.
They can prolly share all their lives' interesting , positive and successful experiences. But can they commiserate with some of their other charges' tragic, negative, painful, devasting even, life encounters? Bulimic, anorexic, hynopompoic, pick-pocketed, suicidal, wasp-stung, nomadic and brokeback, just to name a few. How does this list sound to you?
As part of a multi/cross discipline/ fertilization conceptual framework, how about sending the elite teachers to neighborhood schools and the non-elite teachers to elite schools. That way both sides get to understand how each feels about life, get to know the other side of living life up or living life down. Just to walk in someone else's moccasin would foster greater compassion and empathy all round.
It is like transferring that bitch outta my alma mater, the bitch who pinches boys' nipples, to an all-girls' school. Let the girls know how it feels to be nippled.
Belinda's Pancakes - the humble peanut pancake has come a long way
I assume the proprietor of this stall is Belinda. It is on the third row of shops at the Ang Mo Kio hawker centre right opposite Bishan Park. She is cheery and loquacious. We even got round to schmoozing about her family, especially her 16 year-old daughter.
Like our roti pratas, the humble peanut pancakes now come with exotic fillings such as red bean, coconut (which also double up as fillings for our kutu piring and kutu mayam - two other favourite pastry and delicacy) and cheese.
Belinda's crispy thin pancakes are mouth-watering scrumptious. You must try these large cones at a mere dollar apiece.
More Doggy Bytes
I have seen Siberian Huskies, pomperanians and Chow-chows. What I didn't really know was that they are spitz dogs, dogs hailing from the cold North and a thicket of fur. Chow-chows were once imperial dogs and much wanted for their meat and fur. It is amazing they don't swelter and die in our tropical heat.
Pumping Iron II
Further reading on protein supplements had led me to the conclusion that I should just eat up one scoop of protein per day, workout or no. I will concentrate on my carbo-intake and as I am not intensely into HUGE BODY MASS BUILDING, this will suffice for me to just do muscle-definition or as body-building lingo goes, cutting. I will also do more reps on a lighter loading.
Me big mouth and an idiosyncratic lat-pulldown machine
My 6th and 7th attempt at cracking the Suduko puzzles have drawn a blank (the "Moderate" category). I must have spoken too soon.
Today while gymming, I couldn't insert the weight pin all the way into its pinhole. The instructress quietly came up behind the lat-pulldown machine, pulled the cable a little and BINGO, it could.
Remember the loud bitch from the other gym and you could ostensibly sense the far cry she was from this quiet, confident, non-overbearing and helpful instructress who helped put a wrong right.
Why I am making do without a PC for now
Windows Vista will be out in half a year's time and I have already waited six months. I don't wanna be stuck with any white elephant. I am waiting for sufficient funds to buy up a lappy. I may be careless and leave my lappy behind in outdoor places I surf. It isn't convenient to own a lappy as I don't live at any place permanently now.
Doing without a PC and what this engenders
I have to move from place to place just so to do various computing work. I can't print or work on a floppy disk at some places. I can't read Adobe documents on others. The screen blurs and flickers at some kiosks. I can't log in or open up webbies at times. Some parts of the webs mysteriously disappears, like the chatboxes. I have to put up with noise and invectives let off by cybergamers or library users. I hardly instant message anyone. Even if I do, my addressees need not be online at the same time I am. It is more expensive.
Next week's plans
I have two movies on my watchlist. Muiz and I will watch "AntBully" and it will be on me while he will buy us popcorn. I cannot imagine what we will do in the pitch-dark cinema hall.
Can you?
Friday, August 11, 2006
My Ankle Has Miraculously Healed But I Can't Run Just Yet
What's so great about (the late) Prof Gould's books
For one, it is scientific high-brow content, written on a subject dear to our hearts about flora, fauna and anthropology in the most grandiose of grandiloquence. Many of its scientific principles could be used in our daily empirical observations.
Unlike Dan Brown's "Da Vinci Code", you can't flipped the pages quickly (somehow the cinematic version didn't measure up to the pace of the novel, wouldn't you agree?). You have to stop to ponder and then read again.
Prof Gould writes in clear crisp English and every word or sentence he enunciates means something important. This is a hallmark of good writers and lecturers who prepare their drafts or notes thoroughly where each and every word counts.
Doggone it
After seeing all those dogs at the dog-run area, I decided to read up on them. My read threw up some very interesting facts.
Some breeds could be mistaken for another. Like the Shetland sheepdogs for the collies and the Maltese for the Bolognese. In fact, I am not very sure if what we see here is the Bolognese rather than the Maltese for I have yet to see a Maltese in all its long flowy hair crown glory. But then again it could have been shorn short. Like the Shih Tzu.
Then there are the short-haired, short legged and smaller breeds and their longer-haired, taller and bigger counterparts. The Chow-chow and Collies can be both long or short-haired and the Jack Russells taller or shorter. We see only the Miniature Schnauzers here but there are the Giant varieties. The pomperanians used to be a big dog but has been bred shrunken in recent times. That explains why it barks a lot as it still thinks of itself as a BIG DOG. All the same, it has no qualms in challenging bigger dogs when push comes to shove.
Of Bomohs and Spirits
Yakking with Muiz had me recalling the period of difficult times when my mom and brother actually sought the help of Malay bomohs. As you remember, my dad is Straits Chinese/Peranankan/Baba ( there is some distinction here among the three but I don't or don't wanna know) and my 4th aunt had married a Moslem and had converted to Islam. Thus in a way, we were greatly influenced by malay culture.
Those were the days of watching the bomoh going into a trance and speaking in tongues. Not that the sulfur thrown into a tabernacle of red-hot glowing coal didn't ignite more than just sparks. The usual prognostication at the end of everything was to bath in some fragrant flowers and wear amulets wrapped in yellow cloth.
Technophiles Or Luddites
I embrace technology like I would embrace a wringing wet naked hunk just out of the showers. If and only if it confers a single good or benefit - in the case of the hunk, sex.
Comparing 2G and 3G technology, I cannot detect that whiff of good apart from enhanced video-conferencing and downloads. So too with magnetic strip cards or chip cards. To me they are about the same and one does the job as well as the other.
It is worse if one actually hinders the other like my chip cash card. It works perfectly well on buses but not on trains. It isn't about "progress" but about significant improvements if it does purvey them at all. There are swings and roundabouts with anything new or old.
Mathematical Puzzles
I am onto my 5th Sudoku puzzle in the "Moderate" category and it was a cinch once I got into the swing of things.
The 2nd mathematical puzzle I was puzzling over was deciding which of the two parks near my home is bigger. One is a shorter but broader strip of land while the other is its diametrical opposite. But we cannot ascertain which is the larger of the two simply by determining its shape. A Math lesson of old came to mind and this was to have cut outs of each and then carving one up into parts and superimposing them over each other for comparative purposes.
The literature says high-carbo diet but more proteins for body-building
The 3rd mathematical puzzle was arriving at my bi-weekly need for protein supplements. The pack weighs in at 2000g and one serving amounts to 75g. Assuming I work out 4 times a week and the RDA is 3 servings for workout days and 1 serving for non-workout days, it would amount to 225g x 4 + 75g x 3 = 1125g worth of protein a week. That pack would last me about 1.77777778 week, not even the full 14 days.
Conventional health literature still points to carbo as being the 50-60% fuel provider for sports and workouts. Protein is recommended at 1g per kilogram of body weight only for body-building. Carbo provides glycogen and protein amino acids. It is mythical that more proteins are needed for building bodies, this is what the literature is saying.
Case for a gay Singapore
Singapore was an aberration, so goes the grapevine. We were not expected to have survived on our own after being booted out of the Malaysian-Malaysia merger. Gays, especially in religious circles, are sorta of an aberration (abomination even ) too. You can abhor other gays (like Daniel, Mr Psycho and so on) but not moi please. Moi is a special gay.
Note the parallel tracks between gays and Singapore. There comes a vanishing point when both parallelism disappear and converge. Thus gays and Singapore are intertwined in our destinies. We both live to see day. By logical supposition, we should embrace each other to make this place a gay Singapore.
Why can't we have an all-embracing comprehensive design sitting tight amidst a central and convenient location ?
Some flats are located in very central and convenient places like where I am now. There is a choice between the park, the park connector or the stadia for jogging needs. There are neighborhood shops and eateries. There are sporting amenities like gymnasiums and swimming complexes and libraries for intellectual pursuits . There are cyber-gaming and internet kiosks for edutainment. A bus interchange and the MRT are just a stone's throw away.
In fact I can virtually walk anywhere to get to any of these hot spots for my daily fixes. All the same, if it rains, gets too sweltering hot or I am old and infirmed, all of 30 minutes or more can be a teeny weeny tortuous.
But the flats' designs don't allow in natural breeze or light.
I have visited slabs of apartments in a certain locality and this was tastefully and thoughtfully designed (full glass windows to allow light and wind in , well-proportioned sitting room, bedrooms and kitchen, non-clustering because the blocks were arranged in a clove shape to allow good views and let in breezes).
Sigh - if only they build such apartment blocks where I am now.
This is rent-a-room and there ain't no landlord and so who frigging cares
I am glad the dudes here don't niggle much about the place. That is because the owner doesn't reside here and he has all intentions to let the premises on a continual basis. This is evidenced from the sludge of turds caking the toilet cistern or the disrepaired hand-basin which must have been inherited from previous tenancy.
Having said that, our public loos are a class above what we are having here at home. I will defecate and bath at public joints rather than at home. Paradoxical irony isn't it. As I mentioned, the whole WC and shower has been shoehorned into a tight little space. Today, the hand towel railing has just come off. That is how bad it gets. And I can't be sure who is culpable.
In case you are wondering, it is always my custom to sandwich my carriers between my legs while peeing into urinals. That will free my hands to unzip, untie or unbutton as the case may be and just sprout a fountain.
For one, it is scientific high-brow content, written on a subject dear to our hearts about flora, fauna and anthropology in the most grandiose of grandiloquence. Many of its scientific principles could be used in our daily empirical observations.
Unlike Dan Brown's "Da Vinci Code", you can't flipped the pages quickly (somehow the cinematic version didn't measure up to the pace of the novel, wouldn't you agree?). You have to stop to ponder and then read again.
Prof Gould writes in clear crisp English and every word or sentence he enunciates means something important. This is a hallmark of good writers and lecturers who prepare their drafts or notes thoroughly where each and every word counts.
Doggone it
After seeing all those dogs at the dog-run area, I decided to read up on them. My read threw up some very interesting facts.
Some breeds could be mistaken for another. Like the Shetland sheepdogs for the collies and the Maltese for the Bolognese. In fact, I am not very sure if what we see here is the Bolognese rather than the Maltese for I have yet to see a Maltese in all its long flowy hair crown glory. But then again it could have been shorn short. Like the Shih Tzu.
Then there are the short-haired, short legged and smaller breeds and their longer-haired, taller and bigger counterparts. The Chow-chow and Collies can be both long or short-haired and the Jack Russells taller or shorter. We see only the Miniature Schnauzers here but there are the Giant varieties. The pomperanians used to be a big dog but has been bred shrunken in recent times. That explains why it barks a lot as it still thinks of itself as a BIG DOG. All the same, it has no qualms in challenging bigger dogs when push comes to shove.
Of Bomohs and Spirits
Yakking with Muiz had me recalling the period of difficult times when my mom and brother actually sought the help of Malay bomohs. As you remember, my dad is Straits Chinese/Peranankan/Baba ( there is some distinction here among the three but I don't or don't wanna know) and my 4th aunt had married a Moslem and had converted to Islam. Thus in a way, we were greatly influenced by malay culture.
Those were the days of watching the bomoh going into a trance and speaking in tongues. Not that the sulfur thrown into a tabernacle of red-hot glowing coal didn't ignite more than just sparks. The usual prognostication at the end of everything was to bath in some fragrant flowers and wear amulets wrapped in yellow cloth.
Technophiles Or Luddites
I embrace technology like I would embrace a wringing wet naked hunk just out of the showers. If and only if it confers a single good or benefit - in the case of the hunk, sex.
Comparing 2G and 3G technology, I cannot detect that whiff of good apart from enhanced video-conferencing and downloads. So too with magnetic strip cards or chip cards. To me they are about the same and one does the job as well as the other.
It is worse if one actually hinders the other like my chip cash card. It works perfectly well on buses but not on trains. It isn't about "progress" but about significant improvements if it does purvey them at all. There are swings and roundabouts with anything new or old.
Mathematical Puzzles
I am onto my 5th Sudoku puzzle in the "Moderate" category and it was a cinch once I got into the swing of things.
The 2nd mathematical puzzle I was puzzling over was deciding which of the two parks near my home is bigger. One is a shorter but broader strip of land while the other is its diametrical opposite. But we cannot ascertain which is the larger of the two simply by determining its shape. A Math lesson of old came to mind and this was to have cut outs of each and then carving one up into parts and superimposing them over each other for comparative purposes.
The literature says high-carbo diet but more proteins for body-building
The 3rd mathematical puzzle was arriving at my bi-weekly need for protein supplements. The pack weighs in at 2000g and one serving amounts to 75g. Assuming I work out 4 times a week and the RDA is 3 servings for workout days and 1 serving for non-workout days, it would amount to 225g x 4 + 75g x 3 = 1125g worth of protein a week. That pack would last me about 1.77777778 week, not even the full 14 days.
Conventional health literature still points to carbo as being the 50-60% fuel provider for sports and workouts. Protein is recommended at 1g per kilogram of body weight only for body-building. Carbo provides glycogen and protein amino acids. It is mythical that more proteins are needed for building bodies, this is what the literature is saying.
Case for a gay Singapore
Singapore was an aberration, so goes the grapevine. We were not expected to have survived on our own after being booted out of the Malaysian-Malaysia merger. Gays, especially in religious circles, are sorta of an aberration (abomination even ) too. You can abhor other gays (like Daniel, Mr Psycho and so on) but not moi please. Moi is a special gay.
Note the parallel tracks between gays and Singapore. There comes a vanishing point when both parallelism disappear and converge. Thus gays and Singapore are intertwined in our destinies. We both live to see day. By logical supposition, we should embrace each other to make this place a gay Singapore.
Why can't we have an all-embracing comprehensive design sitting tight amidst a central and convenient location ?
Some flats are located in very central and convenient places like where I am now. There is a choice between the park, the park connector or the stadia for jogging needs. There are neighborhood shops and eateries. There are sporting amenities like gymnasiums and swimming complexes and libraries for intellectual pursuits . There are cyber-gaming and internet kiosks for edutainment. A bus interchange and the MRT are just a stone's throw away.
In fact I can virtually walk anywhere to get to any of these hot spots for my daily fixes. All the same, if it rains, gets too sweltering hot or I am old and infirmed, all of 30 minutes or more can be a teeny weeny tortuous.
But the flats' designs don't allow in natural breeze or light.
I have visited slabs of apartments in a certain locality and this was tastefully and thoughtfully designed (full glass windows to allow light and wind in , well-proportioned sitting room, bedrooms and kitchen, non-clustering because the blocks were arranged in a clove shape to allow good views and let in breezes).
Sigh - if only they build such apartment blocks where I am now.
This is rent-a-room and there ain't no landlord and so who frigging cares
I am glad the dudes here don't niggle much about the place. That is because the owner doesn't reside here and he has all intentions to let the premises on a continual basis. This is evidenced from the sludge of turds caking the toilet cistern or the disrepaired hand-basin which must have been inherited from previous tenancy.
Having said that, our public loos are a class above what we are having here at home. I will defecate and bath at public joints rather than at home. Paradoxical irony isn't it. As I mentioned, the whole WC and shower has been shoehorned into a tight little space. Today, the hand towel railing has just come off. That is how bad it gets. And I can't be sure who is culpable.
In case you are wondering, it is always my custom to sandwich my carriers between my legs while peeing into urinals. That will free my hands to unzip, untie or unbutton as the case may be and just sprout a fountain.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
How I Celebrated National Day And The Day After
I sprained me ankle at the park and found this
There are markings on the jogging paths and if moi ran 3 rounds, it would be just 100m short of the 10km circuit I have been punishing my body with. It doesn't matter! I could always do the last bit with a 100m sprint or dash. I would imagine there was this eye-popping hunk ahead of me and I was just trying to catch up.
But there weren't any hunks that morning. Instead, black clouds gathered and a storm was brewing. Finally when the heavens broke all hell loose, I stumbled on some twigs and promptly sprained me ankle. Holy Singapore's 41st birthday! This is so awfully painful! It was like celebrating my own birthday except that there were no candles to blow out.
I hobbled towards the information kiosk to seek refuge. I read all the posters it had tacked onto its notice-board. It was then that I noticed a cafe just up ahead. I crossed over . As the rain didn't seem to want to let up , I ordered a hearty breakfast of toast, eggs and tea, which was cheap when compared to the bottle of 100 Plus.
This mineralised water with its sourised taste costs onlly $2.50. However it ballooned to $2.80 after a 10% service charge (the BOSS just went to the fridge and took it out on my behalf) and a 1% CESS.
CESS is a kinda government tax. It is a variant of the word "SESS" and is a colonial ersatz. CESS also means "luck". So I guess if I was luckless to sprain my ankle, I was lucky to be slapped with CESS. Perhaps it is time for CESS to be in cession because it stinks of a cesspool.
The frisbeers have turned this into a game
Well yeah. They are passing the frisbees about like a netballer would, minus the dribbles, just to score a goal at the goalpost. It can be as strenous a game as any if the runs and leaps are anything to go by.
What dog training sessions?
There are three signboards at the dog-run area. Two read the same except one is an "agility training area" and the third says that at certain times over the weekends, the Singapore Kennel Club conducts dog training sessions.
This could be a sign of how we communicate. We usually do so in dribs and drabs with the inevitability that we never really communicate or the listener or reader is left in kinda of a lurch. It will be good to know what kinda dog training sessions are we talking about here - agility, obedience or what?
I left poor (the late ) Prof Stephen Jay Gould's book behind and thought I lost it
I had to retrace my steps the moment I realised that I have left the book behind somewhere. My first stop was of course on the bus. The next was at the MRT control station. Then the public restroom and finally the foodcourt.
I left a note with the bus people but nobody had reported any findings. The MRT control station also turned up a blank. As I had a verbal exchange with the control people earlier, I casually asked if they had seen me holding a bag with the book in it. One remarked he didn't see me with any bag.
I remember dropping by the john for a pee on my 3rd stop and sandwiching the bag between my thighs as I pissed into the urinals. For sure, I must still have the bag with me then. Therefore the bag must have been left behind at the foodcourt.
True enough, when I asked the attendant at the foodcourt , she replied an affirmative, leading me to the cabinet where dear Prof Stephen Jay Gould sits in a small plastic carrier.
It wasn't about paying the fine but the thought of missing out on books of gems like this that had me agitated and determined to find my lost treasure.
Maybe being a Luddite isn't so bad after all
The verbal exchange I had with the MRT control station was when I tapped my wallet on the touch-pad and it read "CARD FAILED! Multiple cards detected".
This was the second time it happened. It only happened when my cashcard couldn't work at the Multimedia stations of the community library one fine day. Believing that it had "expired" (the ATM had shown me that it was expiring in 80 odd days on a previous occasion), I bought a new one from a vendor at the corner of the library.
I have a chip phonecard in my wallet. This new cashcard has the same chip. It has a five-year life span as well. I can't believe one more chip card could render my wallet impervious to the scanning decoder.
Maybe the scanning technology hasn't caught up with the chip cards.
My old bracie has rusted and I got meself a necklace and two other bracies.
The necklace is charcoal grey metallic beaded with a dolphin pendant at its end. The white and blue glassy beaded bracie and the charcoal grey metallic beaded bracie each costs $2. I am chucking away my old rusted metallic bracie for good.
I bought these items from a shop tucked away behind the neighborhood food centre and wet market.
There are markings on the jogging paths and if moi ran 3 rounds, it would be just 100m short of the 10km circuit I have been punishing my body with. It doesn't matter! I could always do the last bit with a 100m sprint or dash. I would imagine there was this eye-popping hunk ahead of me and I was just trying to catch up.
But there weren't any hunks that morning. Instead, black clouds gathered and a storm was brewing. Finally when the heavens broke all hell loose, I stumbled on some twigs and promptly sprained me ankle. Holy Singapore's 41st birthday! This is so awfully painful! It was like celebrating my own birthday except that there were no candles to blow out.
I hobbled towards the information kiosk to seek refuge. I read all the posters it had tacked onto its notice-board. It was then that I noticed a cafe just up ahead. I crossed over . As the rain didn't seem to want to let up , I ordered a hearty breakfast of toast, eggs and tea, which was cheap when compared to the bottle of 100 Plus.
This mineralised water with its sourised taste costs onlly $2.50. However it ballooned to $2.80 after a 10% service charge (the BOSS just went to the fridge and took it out on my behalf) and a 1% CESS.
CESS is a kinda government tax. It is a variant of the word "SESS" and is a colonial ersatz. CESS also means "luck". So I guess if I was luckless to sprain my ankle, I was lucky to be slapped with CESS. Perhaps it is time for CESS to be in cession because it stinks of a cesspool.
The frisbeers have turned this into a game
Well yeah. They are passing the frisbees about like a netballer would, minus the dribbles, just to score a goal at the goalpost. It can be as strenous a game as any if the runs and leaps are anything to go by.
What dog training sessions?
There are three signboards at the dog-run area. Two read the same except one is an "agility training area" and the third says that at certain times over the weekends, the Singapore Kennel Club conducts dog training sessions.
This could be a sign of how we communicate. We usually do so in dribs and drabs with the inevitability that we never really communicate or the listener or reader is left in kinda of a lurch. It will be good to know what kinda dog training sessions are we talking about here - agility, obedience or what?
I left poor (the late ) Prof Stephen Jay Gould's book behind and thought I lost it
I had to retrace my steps the moment I realised that I have left the book behind somewhere. My first stop was of course on the bus. The next was at the MRT control station. Then the public restroom and finally the foodcourt.
I left a note with the bus people but nobody had reported any findings. The MRT control station also turned up a blank. As I had a verbal exchange with the control people earlier, I casually asked if they had seen me holding a bag with the book in it. One remarked he didn't see me with any bag.
I remember dropping by the john for a pee on my 3rd stop and sandwiching the bag between my thighs as I pissed into the urinals. For sure, I must still have the bag with me then. Therefore the bag must have been left behind at the foodcourt.
True enough, when I asked the attendant at the foodcourt , she replied an affirmative, leading me to the cabinet where dear Prof Stephen Jay Gould sits in a small plastic carrier.
It wasn't about paying the fine but the thought of missing out on books of gems like this that had me agitated and determined to find my lost treasure.
Maybe being a Luddite isn't so bad after all
The verbal exchange I had with the MRT control station was when I tapped my wallet on the touch-pad and it read "CARD FAILED! Multiple cards detected".
This was the second time it happened. It only happened when my cashcard couldn't work at the Multimedia stations of the community library one fine day. Believing that it had "expired" (the ATM had shown me that it was expiring in 80 odd days on a previous occasion), I bought a new one from a vendor at the corner of the library.
I have a chip phonecard in my wallet. This new cashcard has the same chip. It has a five-year life span as well. I can't believe one more chip card could render my wallet impervious to the scanning decoder.
Maybe the scanning technology hasn't caught up with the chip cards.
My old bracie has rusted and I got meself a necklace and two other bracies.
The necklace is charcoal grey metallic beaded with a dolphin pendant at its end. The white and blue glassy beaded bracie and the charcoal grey metallic beaded bracie each costs $2. I am chucking away my old rusted metallic bracie for good.
I bought these items from a shop tucked away behind the neighborhood food centre and wet market.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Antiquity In Modern Singapore
Antiquity
Despite Singapore being the modern and high-tech society that we are, there are pockets of antiquity lurking in dark corners of its back streets.
Like this piece of antiquated contraption we call the washer-dryer here at home. It boasts a small circular stainless steel tumbler which only opens up its jaws when a white button is pressed. A looped ring is the pull-key to unlocking and opening its lid. The print fonts on its dials and buttons are all faded away that you can't read what they say anymore.
But it does come flushed with hot water and cleans quite well though it takes a really long time doing this.
I have never seen a washer like it before. When it does break down, it should rightfully be placed alongside other artefacts in the hallowed halls of a Luddite's museum for no-brainers.
I am onto my second Sudoku puzzle
This is rated "EASY" but it still took me a good 20 minutes to finish this. When I flipped to the "MODERATE" category, I had a sense of foreboding as there were more blanks than numbers.
Anything to kill time and keep sane, I suppose.
Pumping iron and Never-never-land has to wait
I consulted a sales assistant on her store's health products. I think I am low on protein and this has caused me the physical and mental exhaustion I think I am beginning to feel. She gave surprisingly informative bits on a whole range of products to boost my flagging physical and mental strength.
Protein supplements, weight gainers, fatty acids and vitamin C. Each promising me eternal youth, vigour, verve and vitality.
My only concern is what if I stop exercising. Will all that muscle built become fat? Will I sag and will I flab? I think I am gonna do a bit more research and snooping around before I commit to anything.
The products will set me back financially by a couple of hundreds bi-weekly. And I am reining in my purse-strings tight. I have only such-and-such a budget to go on and I dont wanna bust it.
La-La-Land will have to wait. It may come up in my next blog. It may not. It depends on what strike me most to have me write a blog on it.
There is one comment on my blog - YIPEE!
Yeah! I noticed it while scrolling up and down my screen. As I am accustomed to not getting any and lulled into thinking that I am writing for myself on this LONELY PLANET, I was pleasantly surprised to say the least.
And it was a GAL. She had nothing but good things to say about my blog. A quick check reveals that she is an "accomplished stay-at-homer" and "expiring poet" (according to her blog). She is most definitely Moslem, judging by some of her links, the photo albums and her personal webbie entitled "Fazidah".
Hey I like comments. It makes me wanna write better and know where I am heading. It also tells me what you think of my blogs.
So please, comment all you like, critical or otherwise. I ain't the government who wants only to hear the good stuff.
Despite Singapore being the modern and high-tech society that we are, there are pockets of antiquity lurking in dark corners of its back streets.
Like this piece of antiquated contraption we call the washer-dryer here at home. It boasts a small circular stainless steel tumbler which only opens up its jaws when a white button is pressed. A looped ring is the pull-key to unlocking and opening its lid. The print fonts on its dials and buttons are all faded away that you can't read what they say anymore.
But it does come flushed with hot water and cleans quite well though it takes a really long time doing this.
I have never seen a washer like it before. When it does break down, it should rightfully be placed alongside other artefacts in the hallowed halls of a Luddite's museum for no-brainers.
I am onto my second Sudoku puzzle
This is rated "EASY" but it still took me a good 20 minutes to finish this. When I flipped to the "MODERATE" category, I had a sense of foreboding as there were more blanks than numbers.
Anything to kill time and keep sane, I suppose.
Pumping iron and Never-never-land has to wait
I consulted a sales assistant on her store's health products. I think I am low on protein and this has caused me the physical and mental exhaustion I think I am beginning to feel. She gave surprisingly informative bits on a whole range of products to boost my flagging physical and mental strength.
Protein supplements, weight gainers, fatty acids and vitamin C. Each promising me eternal youth, vigour, verve and vitality.
My only concern is what if I stop exercising. Will all that muscle built become fat? Will I sag and will I flab? I think I am gonna do a bit more research and snooping around before I commit to anything.
The products will set me back financially by a couple of hundreds bi-weekly. And I am reining in my purse-strings tight. I have only such-and-such a budget to go on and I dont wanna bust it.
La-La-Land will have to wait. It may come up in my next blog. It may not. It depends on what strike me most to have me write a blog on it.
There is one comment on my blog - YIPEE!
Yeah! I noticed it while scrolling up and down my screen. As I am accustomed to not getting any and lulled into thinking that I am writing for myself on this LONELY PLANET, I was pleasantly surprised to say the least.
And it was a GAL. She had nothing but good things to say about my blog. A quick check reveals that she is an "accomplished stay-at-homer" and "expiring poet" (according to her blog). She is most definitely Moslem, judging by some of her links, the photo albums and her personal webbie entitled "Fazidah".
Hey I like comments. It makes me wanna write better and know where I am heading. It also tells me what you think of my blogs.
So please, comment all you like, critical or otherwise. I ain't the government who wants only to hear the good stuff.
Monday, August 07, 2006
A Beauteous Sunday Morning
A Beauteous Sunday Morning
You won't believe how much this park is a hive of activity over the weekend. Even if each "activist" had staked its place sprawled over the ignormous multi-purpose turfed ground, there would still be space left over for the NDP. In fact I had wished part of it to be landscaped for more jogging paths, dotted with benches, trees, flowering shrubs and lots of water.
Soccerites were dribbling soccer balls past their opponents, softballers were swinging their bats or pitching softballs and frisbee hurlers were leaping to catch their frisbees.
Over at the "dog run" activity corner, doggy-owners , collaring and leashing their quadrupedalled canines, were walking them for a stretch and more. There weren't any shortages of dog types here, even though many couldn't be recognized at once because they had been shaven of their usually thick, overflowing hair.
Like the Chow-Chow or the Maltese or the Schnauzer or the Golden Retriever. The retrievers were in cream or gold and one must have pheromonic sex on its mind who upon sniffing out the behind of one of its compatriots, reared up and wanted to butt into him/her (whateva). YOU HORNY BASTARD! And you are a dog, dammit! This amorous advance only elicited a sharp, solitary bark from the offendee.
Reading the signboard posted on its gate provided fodder for a good laugh. As usual, in line with our need for rules and regulation, you need to produce proof that your dog has been obedience trained and personality tested for good temperament before a licence can be issued for you to allow your dog into the compound. A personality test can be had for 10 bucks on the spot.
A Belgian Shepherd , which isn't permitted on the premises without being muzzled, is frantically paced outside the fences by its master.
As the park is carved up into two by a bitumenous road, I had to ferry myself across to the other half. It was more secluded and greener on this side : ponds, luscious palm trees and an amphitheatre were some of its distinguishing features.
I sat on a bench and read the papers at the park connector. But when it got too hot (no pavillions here) I retreated to the gazebo.
We Have Reduced It To This
It was an unmistakable word engraved on a wooden signpost at the gardens. The word was "shoplet". We have wavelets, booklets and eyelets. In case you don't know, these are smaller and thinner servings of the originals.
Now get ready for eaglets, shoplets and foodlet.
I think I shall have to distinguish between what is a town park and a park because in some estates, the two are poles apart (have I gone into alliteration here?). Take Pasir Ris Park and Pasir Ris Town Park for example. One is a sprawling aboretum while the other is a miniature garden.
A Frustrating Time
Surfing and trying to do my work at LAN shops or internet kiosks at public libraries or cyber cafes have proved to be a BIG HEADACHE. Each establishment presents a different set of very trying circumstances.
There is nary one which offers a full comprehensive range of computer-related services like Microsofting, Internet Relay Chats, accessibility to the CPU for floppy-disk work if you have files stored on them which you need for printing out and emailing resumes as hardcopies or email attachment (depending on employers who may want a posted or emailed application), Adobe friendly online document reading, Instant messaging services, posting comments on blogs' chatterboxes and so on.
If you are just gaming, it is a wonderful world without the slightest hitch.
The following are just the tip of the mountain of problems I face. I can't log in or when I log in, internet explorer can't open. Repeated refilling of online applications have not resulted in data being updated. Some parts of the webpages disappear at some stations while they miraculously appear again on other terminals. Certain establishments offer only gaming, not printing or floppy diskette services. Others have chat channels being unable to connect.
Not all have Adobe Reader installed on their PCs and I can't download the freeware on some computers as the settings have been secured for only the administrator's eyes. If I can't read my bill online, I can't pay on time for my mobile phone services.
The hardware and software must be so buggy, bugs are eating up the entire network.
Niccolo Machiavelli
This past Italian statesman and writer is well-known for "Machiavellianism", an art of statecraft associated with deviousness, cunning, deceit and amorality for absolute political power , control and opportunism.
He may have lived his life in the 15th century but many of his doctrines seem to be very much alive in the political century of our times.
I Miss Singapore Idol
There isn't a goggle-box out here in the hallway, though every tenant has one in their rooms. I am beginning to miss "Singapore Idol", the news and all my fav programs like Oprah and the PrimeTime morning talkshow. I will have to do other stuff instead like read or something.
Wrong Seminar And Sudoku
Someone called me some time ago to register me for an investment seminar. Nearer the date, I was reminded again of my compulsory attendance. On the BIG DAY itself, I had other things on my personal agenda and had actually wanted to give this the miss. Despite everything, I went.
When I arrived, I was not only 15 minutes late but the seminar was half-way done and the audience was a roomful of silver-haired senior citizens. After all it was a seminar for 65ers for their reinvestment purposes.
The door gift of a Sudoku puzzle booklet proved handy. I read the tips for solving the puzzles and realised that the game was simply trying not to repeat any numbers twice in a row or in a column. I tried out one puzzle in the "VERY EASY" category and it took me a good 15-20 minutes just to get the hang of it.
When I tallied my solution with the answers given at the end of the booklet, it was a perfect match.
I think this will satve off dementia while I waste away like this, waiting out for a teaching job. In the meantime to keep sane, I am blogging, exercising , reading and living. I have just borrowed Professor Stephen Jay Gould's book and this is gonna be a helluva good read.
You won't believe how much this park is a hive of activity over the weekend. Even if each "activist" had staked its place sprawled over the ignormous multi-purpose turfed ground, there would still be space left over for the NDP. In fact I had wished part of it to be landscaped for more jogging paths, dotted with benches, trees, flowering shrubs and lots of water.
Soccerites were dribbling soccer balls past their opponents, softballers were swinging their bats or pitching softballs and frisbee hurlers were leaping to catch their frisbees.
Over at the "dog run" activity corner, doggy-owners , collaring and leashing their quadrupedalled canines, were walking them for a stretch and more. There weren't any shortages of dog types here, even though many couldn't be recognized at once because they had been shaven of their usually thick, overflowing hair.
Like the Chow-Chow or the Maltese or the Schnauzer or the Golden Retriever. The retrievers were in cream or gold and one must have pheromonic sex on its mind who upon sniffing out the behind of one of its compatriots, reared up and wanted to butt into him/her (whateva). YOU HORNY BASTARD! And you are a dog, dammit! This amorous advance only elicited a sharp, solitary bark from the offendee.
Reading the signboard posted on its gate provided fodder for a good laugh. As usual, in line with our need for rules and regulation, you need to produce proof that your dog has been obedience trained and personality tested for good temperament before a licence can be issued for you to allow your dog into the compound. A personality test can be had for 10 bucks on the spot.
A Belgian Shepherd , which isn't permitted on the premises without being muzzled, is frantically paced outside the fences by its master.
As the park is carved up into two by a bitumenous road, I had to ferry myself across to the other half. It was more secluded and greener on this side : ponds, luscious palm trees and an amphitheatre were some of its distinguishing features.
I sat on a bench and read the papers at the park connector. But when it got too hot (no pavillions here) I retreated to the gazebo.
We Have Reduced It To This
It was an unmistakable word engraved on a wooden signpost at the gardens. The word was "shoplet". We have wavelets, booklets and eyelets. In case you don't know, these are smaller and thinner servings of the originals.
Now get ready for eaglets, shoplets and foodlet.
I think I shall have to distinguish between what is a town park and a park because in some estates, the two are poles apart (have I gone into alliteration here?). Take Pasir Ris Park and Pasir Ris Town Park for example. One is a sprawling aboretum while the other is a miniature garden.
A Frustrating Time
Surfing and trying to do my work at LAN shops or internet kiosks at public libraries or cyber cafes have proved to be a BIG HEADACHE. Each establishment presents a different set of very trying circumstances.
There is nary one which offers a full comprehensive range of computer-related services like Microsofting, Internet Relay Chats, accessibility to the CPU for floppy-disk work if you have files stored on them which you need for printing out and emailing resumes as hardcopies or email attachment (depending on employers who may want a posted or emailed application), Adobe friendly online document reading, Instant messaging services, posting comments on blogs' chatterboxes and so on.
If you are just gaming, it is a wonderful world without the slightest hitch.
The following are just the tip of the mountain of problems I face. I can't log in or when I log in, internet explorer can't open. Repeated refilling of online applications have not resulted in data being updated. Some parts of the webpages disappear at some stations while they miraculously appear again on other terminals. Certain establishments offer only gaming, not printing or floppy diskette services. Others have chat channels being unable to connect.
Not all have Adobe Reader installed on their PCs and I can't download the freeware on some computers as the settings have been secured for only the administrator's eyes. If I can't read my bill online, I can't pay on time for my mobile phone services.
The hardware and software must be so buggy, bugs are eating up the entire network.
Niccolo Machiavelli
This past Italian statesman and writer is well-known for "Machiavellianism", an art of statecraft associated with deviousness, cunning, deceit and amorality for absolute political power , control and opportunism.
He may have lived his life in the 15th century but many of his doctrines seem to be very much alive in the political century of our times.
I Miss Singapore Idol
There isn't a goggle-box out here in the hallway, though every tenant has one in their rooms. I am beginning to miss "Singapore Idol", the news and all my fav programs like Oprah and the PrimeTime morning talkshow. I will have to do other stuff instead like read or something.
Wrong Seminar And Sudoku
Someone called me some time ago to register me for an investment seminar. Nearer the date, I was reminded again of my compulsory attendance. On the BIG DAY itself, I had other things on my personal agenda and had actually wanted to give this the miss. Despite everything, I went.
When I arrived, I was not only 15 minutes late but the seminar was half-way done and the audience was a roomful of silver-haired senior citizens. After all it was a seminar for 65ers for their reinvestment purposes.
The door gift of a Sudoku puzzle booklet proved handy. I read the tips for solving the puzzles and realised that the game was simply trying not to repeat any numbers twice in a row or in a column. I tried out one puzzle in the "VERY EASY" category and it took me a good 15-20 minutes just to get the hang of it.
When I tallied my solution with the answers given at the end of the booklet, it was a perfect match.
I think this will satve off dementia while I waste away like this, waiting out for a teaching job. In the meantime to keep sane, I am blogging, exercising , reading and living. I have just borrowed Professor Stephen Jay Gould's book and this is gonna be a helluva good read.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Dwayne, You Look Really Cute In Person!
Living out of a suitcase
Patrick isn't gonna move out. That means I will be out in the living room for another month. What it really means is that I am subjecting myself to being a goldfish in a glass bowl for all to see. Isn't this perverted?
As it is, I am making the PVC sofa and the TV sideboard my racks for laying out my toiletries and clothes. Most of my stuff ain't unpacked yet , so I am living out of a suitcase, literally.
The only consolation is the location. It is minutes away from everything and I can stroll anywhere and it is really convenient. Like the gym, the garden , the park connector and the hawker centre which offers cut-prices for all its yummy food.
I was sitting right near Dwayne (the famous blogger) at Bishan Food Junction
I walked into the food court, ordered my nasi padang and turned around. There was just this one empty seat at a table. I signalled to the people sitting there munching their lunches if the seat was taken.
When the green light was given, I sat down and tucked into my food. When I tilted my head a little to my left, I began to notice a couple of what I thought were very familiar faces (they were the faces DWAYNE, the famous blogger, had pasted all over his blog and they were his friends from school). I craned my neck a bit more and there he was - DWAYNE, two seats away from me. I couldn't believe my eyes. The chicken drumstick almost fell out of my mouth.
Not that it mattered. I could have Dwayne's thigh or something for supper. That would have been much more sumptuous and I would have been really sedated outta my mind.
I didn't dare greet the group at all. This was all too unexpected. I won't know what to say. I couldn't possibly do an intro like this, can I?
"Hi, Dwayne, I am your stalker on the other side of the blog. You may not remember me but I am the one who had wanted to meet you at Bishan gym and do all those things I said I wanna do to you in my anagramic code. Remember? You look marvellous. Shall we go home to my place now? It is just 5 minutes away and we could make out en-route to my abode too "
Alternatively, I was thinking of making a GRAND EXIT just by walking past Dwayne and pretending to knock into him and mutter a : "Sorry Dwayne" and just walk out. This would leave him in cryo suspension, not knowing what hit him and who the hell I was, as he watch mouth agape , at moi stalking out of the cafe as fast as moi can .
But, none of the above happened and I just kept quiet throughout my lunch, straining to listen and catch snatches of conversation between Dwayne and his friends. WOW! He speaks well too in that deep throaty voice of his.
This was a surreal kinda encounter like you read "Little Red Riding Hood"the folktale and the next thing you know, she appears right before your eyes in Bishan Town Park, red hood and all. Isn't this kinda scary too?
What a nincompoop I had been! Obviously I had not taken heed of my penance.
I am through with FAGS
I was into my third pack and this one I got dirt cheap at just $8.30. Some brand called "LIMOS" (made in the States though, mind you) and it had its price tag prominently displayed on the shop window but the vendor didn't know it existed. Can you imagine that? Selling something you don't even know you have. But I can't blame her, for the shop must sell a 1001 stuff.
This pack proved to be my last. I am really through with ciggies. I cannot understand why addicted chain-smokers cannot seem to kick the tobacco habit. Moi can just stop, at the mere drop of a hat. Imagine all the nicotine patches and smoke-therapy they have to undergo! They should learn a thing or two from me.
I really enjoy Muiz's company
Muiz has proved to be real good company. We can talk about anything under the sun and he is real smart and serious-minded in many ways. He doesn't sound like any shallow or superficial smarty pants. I would love to go stroll in the park with him hand in hand and smooch.
Hypnopompoism
When I conjured up this word, I realised that many of us do undergo hypnopompoism to some extent. Like booking out of army and catching up on sleep over the weekend. Or just sleeping in on weekends when we aint working. It is just a coping mechanism for us to recharge our batteries, dream and do a bit of escapism from the harsh realities of everyday life.
So maybe we shouldn't be so awe-stricken by this phenomenon. It really aint that new.
Sneaks - Cloud Cuckoo Land
Yes, my next blog could possibly centre on my LA-LA-LAND escapade. I am sure you are dying to read about that right? Well cross your fingers that I will be up to writing this piece then.
You won't be disappointed.
Patrick isn't gonna move out. That means I will be out in the living room for another month. What it really means is that I am subjecting myself to being a goldfish in a glass bowl for all to see. Isn't this perverted?
As it is, I am making the PVC sofa and the TV sideboard my racks for laying out my toiletries and clothes. Most of my stuff ain't unpacked yet , so I am living out of a suitcase, literally.
The only consolation is the location. It is minutes away from everything and I can stroll anywhere and it is really convenient. Like the gym, the garden , the park connector and the hawker centre which offers cut-prices for all its yummy food.
I was sitting right near Dwayne (the famous blogger) at Bishan Food Junction
I walked into the food court, ordered my nasi padang and turned around. There was just this one empty seat at a table. I signalled to the people sitting there munching their lunches if the seat was taken.
When the green light was given, I sat down and tucked into my food. When I tilted my head a little to my left, I began to notice a couple of what I thought were very familiar faces (they were the faces DWAYNE, the famous blogger, had pasted all over his blog and they were his friends from school). I craned my neck a bit more and there he was - DWAYNE, two seats away from me. I couldn't believe my eyes. The chicken drumstick almost fell out of my mouth.
Not that it mattered. I could have Dwayne's thigh or something for supper. That would have been much more sumptuous and I would have been really sedated outta my mind.
I didn't dare greet the group at all. This was all too unexpected. I won't know what to say. I couldn't possibly do an intro like this, can I?
"Hi, Dwayne, I am your stalker on the other side of the blog. You may not remember me but I am the one who had wanted to meet you at Bishan gym and do all those things I said I wanna do to you in my anagramic code. Remember? You look marvellous. Shall we go home to my place now? It is just 5 minutes away and we could make out en-route to my abode too "
Alternatively, I was thinking of making a GRAND EXIT just by walking past Dwayne and pretending to knock into him and mutter a : "Sorry Dwayne" and just walk out. This would leave him in cryo suspension, not knowing what hit him and who the hell I was, as he watch mouth agape , at moi stalking out of the cafe as fast as moi can .
But, none of the above happened and I just kept quiet throughout my lunch, straining to listen and catch snatches of conversation between Dwayne and his friends. WOW! He speaks well too in that deep throaty voice of his.
This was a surreal kinda encounter like you read "Little Red Riding Hood"the folktale and the next thing you know, she appears right before your eyes in Bishan Town Park, red hood and all. Isn't this kinda scary too?
What a nincompoop I had been! Obviously I had not taken heed of my penance.
I am through with FAGS
I was into my third pack and this one I got dirt cheap at just $8.30. Some brand called "LIMOS" (made in the States though, mind you) and it had its price tag prominently displayed on the shop window but the vendor didn't know it existed. Can you imagine that? Selling something you don't even know you have. But I can't blame her, for the shop must sell a 1001 stuff.
This pack proved to be my last. I am really through with ciggies. I cannot understand why addicted chain-smokers cannot seem to kick the tobacco habit. Moi can just stop, at the mere drop of a hat. Imagine all the nicotine patches and smoke-therapy they have to undergo! They should learn a thing or two from me.
I really enjoy Muiz's company
Muiz has proved to be real good company. We can talk about anything under the sun and he is real smart and serious-minded in many ways. He doesn't sound like any shallow or superficial smarty pants. I would love to go stroll in the park with him hand in hand and smooch.
Hypnopompoism
When I conjured up this word, I realised that many of us do undergo hypnopompoism to some extent. Like booking out of army and catching up on sleep over the weekend. Or just sleeping in on weekends when we aint working. It is just a coping mechanism for us to recharge our batteries, dream and do a bit of escapism from the harsh realities of everyday life.
So maybe we shouldn't be so awe-stricken by this phenomenon. It really aint that new.
Sneaks - Cloud Cuckoo Land
Yes, my next blog could possibly centre on my LA-LA-LAND escapade. I am sure you are dying to read about that right? Well cross your fingers that I will be up to writing this piece then.
You won't be disappointed.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Confessions Of A Catholic Boy
Life's Little Pleasures
Yesterday after I was done with the newspapers and had a quick bite of "soon kway" and a drink of milk tea at a hotel lobby's cafe, I headed for home straightaway.
I had gymmed earlier, after laying off for two whole weeks, and was justly rewarded with beefy dudes in cool school gear chiselling at their body sculptures. Their shirts and trousers were hanging on the clothes hanger in the bathroom, reeking of testosterone and sweat. How sexily magnetic and seductive!
When I stepped into the flat, no one was in sight. I decided to go for a walk and a jog in the park. It was cool and breezy. This park has a kiosk that rents out bicycles and in-line skates. I immediately had thoughts of trying out what I had always dreamt of doing, the other being artificial rock wall climbing.
I was led to a park connector via a stoplight guarding a divided highway. Here it was even breezier and a beefcake and several aspiring male models were running up and down the only jogging path. Awesome!
Life sometimes isn't about the grand dinner you had at a 5 star hotel or the resort villa in the Mediterranean you holidayed at.
Life's Little Incidents
When I got back from my dizzying sojourn in the woods, I hit the showers at once. I was drying myself in the sitting room when someone knocked on the door.
It was a neighbor and he whinged about the trash bag parked outside our door and along the common 5-footway. I had not seen this on my way in and apparently Patrick had thrashed this while I was showering.
I called on Paul, the chief tenant, who spoke to the neighbor but when Patrick came out of his room, a fight ensued (just an argument).
Verdict: (1) The neighbor had thought that it had been left there for perpetuality. He could have waited the next day before asking for it to be removed if it still wasn't. (2) Patrick could have explained the situation better by saying that he had just left it there and had intended to thrash it soon. (3) I distinctly heard footsteps and chatter going all the way back to the neighbor's flat (which made him look like the owner of the flat) and this can only signal that Paul, Patrick and the "neighbor" (who is the owner in disguise) are all in on a scam to stage a frightening drama to scare moi. For whatever reasons.
I am so scared now, my bollards wanna squeeze the juice outta my dick and have sex with all these handsome residents in the flat. How's that for being really scared?
I Took A Peek At SUPERMAN
I couldn't resist. It has been some days since I last saw him. I peeled away the plastic bags and lo and behold, SUPERMAN is just as handsome as the day when I bought him. Untainted, pure and really majestic. After checking that he was as pristine as he first was, I put him away.
Confessions of A Catholic Boy
Our Father....
Hallowed Be Thy Name.....
Father, I have sinned against you.....
All My Confessions
Confession No 1: I had harboured lewd but sexy thoughts of all my flatmates.....
Confession No 2: I wanted to creep up to Patrick's door and toss off naked, hoping that he would fling his door open just in time when I was about to ejaculate when he was so awed, he throw all caution to the wind as well
Confession No 3: I wanted to do the same with Paul (but maybe not.....let me think about this)
Confession No 4: I wanted to take a peek at what the "Malaysian cousins" are up to behind closed doors
Penance
JUST DO IT , you nincompoop!
Yesterday after I was done with the newspapers and had a quick bite of "soon kway" and a drink of milk tea at a hotel lobby's cafe, I headed for home straightaway.
I had gymmed earlier, after laying off for two whole weeks, and was justly rewarded with beefy dudes in cool school gear chiselling at their body sculptures. Their shirts and trousers were hanging on the clothes hanger in the bathroom, reeking of testosterone and sweat. How sexily magnetic and seductive!
When I stepped into the flat, no one was in sight. I decided to go for a walk and a jog in the park. It was cool and breezy. This park has a kiosk that rents out bicycles and in-line skates. I immediately had thoughts of trying out what I had always dreamt of doing, the other being artificial rock wall climbing.
I was led to a park connector via a stoplight guarding a divided highway. Here it was even breezier and a beefcake and several aspiring male models were running up and down the only jogging path. Awesome!
Life sometimes isn't about the grand dinner you had at a 5 star hotel or the resort villa in the Mediterranean you holidayed at.
Life's Little Incidents
When I got back from my dizzying sojourn in the woods, I hit the showers at once. I was drying myself in the sitting room when someone knocked on the door.
It was a neighbor and he whinged about the trash bag parked outside our door and along the common 5-footway. I had not seen this on my way in and apparently Patrick had thrashed this while I was showering.
I called on Paul, the chief tenant, who spoke to the neighbor but when Patrick came out of his room, a fight ensued (just an argument).
Verdict: (1) The neighbor had thought that it had been left there for perpetuality. He could have waited the next day before asking for it to be removed if it still wasn't. (2) Patrick could have explained the situation better by saying that he had just left it there and had intended to thrash it soon. (3) I distinctly heard footsteps and chatter going all the way back to the neighbor's flat (which made him look like the owner of the flat) and this can only signal that Paul, Patrick and the "neighbor" (who is the owner in disguise) are all in on a scam to stage a frightening drama to scare moi. For whatever reasons.
I am so scared now, my bollards wanna squeeze the juice outta my dick and have sex with all these handsome residents in the flat. How's that for being really scared?
I Took A Peek At SUPERMAN
I couldn't resist. It has been some days since I last saw him. I peeled away the plastic bags and lo and behold, SUPERMAN is just as handsome as the day when I bought him. Untainted, pure and really majestic. After checking that he was as pristine as he first was, I put him away.
Confessions of A Catholic Boy
Our Father....
Hallowed Be Thy Name.....
Father, I have sinned against you.....
All My Confessions
Confession No 1: I had harboured lewd but sexy thoughts of all my flatmates.....
Confession No 2: I wanted to creep up to Patrick's door and toss off naked, hoping that he would fling his door open just in time when I was about to ejaculate when he was so awed, he throw all caution to the wind as well
Confession No 3: I wanted to do the same with Paul (but maybe not.....let me think about this)
Confession No 4: I wanted to take a peek at what the "Malaysian cousins" are up to behind closed doors
Penance
JUST DO IT , you nincompoop!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
I Got Plenty To Do Today
Political Brinkmanship And Socio-Economic Engineering
While schmoozing with Muiz (I actually put it down as MUIS - Singapore's Majlis Ugama Islam - the first time round), we exchanged notes on what we believe could be global conspiracy. In fact, these ideas have been simmering in my head for a long time now. It merely escalated into a bonfire today. SARS (or dengue fever), AIDS , global warfare, racial hatred and yes..even tobacco smoking. I do not have to elaborate further and I am pretty sure you get the whole picture.
A Huff And A Puff
That night when I couldn't sleep, it was because of the caffeine in the tea and the nicotine in my fag. Add the stillness of the air in the apartment and you have a potent brew of Macbeth's evil broth. Except that this was even stronger and more alluring.
Once out of the flat, however, it was one helluva breezy world. The night air was a-gust with strong winds. The roads and neighborhood were dead quiet as it was way past midnight. I soaked in my ciggy like a junkie would crack or grass. Actually there is no real difference between the two. I drew and sucked in, letting the stimulating effects of nicotine course its way through my cranial nerves and suffuse my brain.
It worked. My heart pounded and I was mentally alert. At first, I was nauseous and wanted to throw up. I guessed it was because I hadn't smoked for a very long time.
The Real Difference Between Writing From Close To The Heart And Not
As most kiddos haven't even experienced life, we can't expect them to write as close to their hearts as possible.
For example. If I write an essay headed "A Day In The Life Of An Ice-cream Deliveryman", it isn't gonna be plagiarised with ideas or phrases borrowed from books I have read or glimpses I got from other people. It is gonna be my personalised observations as I saw it , while stuck at the Pasir Ris Park's drinks kiosk, waiting for the rain to subside.
Does My Writing Suck?
You will excuse me for grammatical , spelling and other language errors you may find in some of my blogs. Take all my writings here as drafts because I am blogging at Internet kiosks or LAN shops which are on a paying basis. Thus I do not have the benefit of time or expense to sleep over them or edit.
Often when I re-read my drafts, I realised I could have written them in very different ways or I would have avoided most of the language errors I have committed.
You Are Closer Than I Think
Patrick walked out the flat this morning and I could see a silhouette of him flitting past the corridor windows for a while and then back again. The only place the corridor leads to is to an adjoining neighbor's flat and as he was speaking with Nadel (one of the paired-up Malaysian "cousins" - which means they are friends and not as I thought earlier) about some mail, I guessed he was just posting the flat owner's letters at her doorsteps.
And this neighbor whom I saw on my first day moving in was a Christian lady. In fact, at both ends of the corridor , the doorways have crucifixes hanging. And both flats, strangely, had their doors thrown wide open the first day I moved in. Double coincidence?
I really have to stop myself for being such a Sherlock Holmes.
A Morning Breakfast
Ravenous after a good night's sleep, I slipped out of the flat after all my flatmates left for work. The only food kiosk in this neighborhood sells quite delicious nasi-lemak and curry puffs. While I waited for its doors to open,I chatted up an old lady in her 8Os (and she won't reveal exactly how 80 she is- My God, women! Is your age a secret even at this time of your life?).
You should hear what she has to say about everything. From the inconvenience of not having kopi-tiams closer to the estate to the same reason why we were both downstairs - she, to sit around and enjoy her puffs, while I gobble up my breakfast - the very strong breeze blowing here compared to the dearth of any moving air upstairs.
At her age and being the smoker that she is, she should, if the anti-smoking lobbyists are to be believed, have died from some tobacco-induced diseases a long time ago. But she doesn't look like she is gonna kick the bucket anytime soon, judging from her hale and hearty appearance.
Thank You For Smoking
So who are we to believe - the lucrative excise taxes to be had which counts on all that hype on smoking hazards (and the smoking community is a sizeable one in the United States, maybe even here or elsewhere?) or the saintly crusade to save the lives of the people?
While schmoozing with Muiz (I actually put it down as MUIS - Singapore's Majlis Ugama Islam - the first time round), we exchanged notes on what we believe could be global conspiracy. In fact, these ideas have been simmering in my head for a long time now. It merely escalated into a bonfire today. SARS (or dengue fever), AIDS , global warfare, racial hatred and yes..even tobacco smoking. I do not have to elaborate further and I am pretty sure you get the whole picture.
A Huff And A Puff
That night when I couldn't sleep, it was because of the caffeine in the tea and the nicotine in my fag. Add the stillness of the air in the apartment and you have a potent brew of Macbeth's evil broth. Except that this was even stronger and more alluring.
Once out of the flat, however, it was one helluva breezy world. The night air was a-gust with strong winds. The roads and neighborhood were dead quiet as it was way past midnight. I soaked in my ciggy like a junkie would crack or grass. Actually there is no real difference between the two. I drew and sucked in, letting the stimulating effects of nicotine course its way through my cranial nerves and suffuse my brain.
It worked. My heart pounded and I was mentally alert. At first, I was nauseous and wanted to throw up. I guessed it was because I hadn't smoked for a very long time.
The Real Difference Between Writing From Close To The Heart And Not
As most kiddos haven't even experienced life, we can't expect them to write as close to their hearts as possible.
For example. If I write an essay headed "A Day In The Life Of An Ice-cream Deliveryman", it isn't gonna be plagiarised with ideas or phrases borrowed from books I have read or glimpses I got from other people. It is gonna be my personalised observations as I saw it , while stuck at the Pasir Ris Park's drinks kiosk, waiting for the rain to subside.
Does My Writing Suck?
You will excuse me for grammatical , spelling and other language errors you may find in some of my blogs. Take all my writings here as drafts because I am blogging at Internet kiosks or LAN shops which are on a paying basis. Thus I do not have the benefit of time or expense to sleep over them or edit.
Often when I re-read my drafts, I realised I could have written them in very different ways or I would have avoided most of the language errors I have committed.
You Are Closer Than I Think
Patrick walked out the flat this morning and I could see a silhouette of him flitting past the corridor windows for a while and then back again. The only place the corridor leads to is to an adjoining neighbor's flat and as he was speaking with Nadel (one of the paired-up Malaysian "cousins" - which means they are friends and not as I thought earlier) about some mail, I guessed he was just posting the flat owner's letters at her doorsteps.
And this neighbor whom I saw on my first day moving in was a Christian lady. In fact, at both ends of the corridor , the doorways have crucifixes hanging. And both flats, strangely, had their doors thrown wide open the first day I moved in. Double coincidence?
I really have to stop myself for being such a Sherlock Holmes.
A Morning Breakfast
Ravenous after a good night's sleep, I slipped out of the flat after all my flatmates left for work. The only food kiosk in this neighborhood sells quite delicious nasi-lemak and curry puffs. While I waited for its doors to open,I chatted up an old lady in her 8Os (and she won't reveal exactly how 80 she is- My God, women! Is your age a secret even at this time of your life?).
You should hear what she has to say about everything. From the inconvenience of not having kopi-tiams closer to the estate to the same reason why we were both downstairs - she, to sit around and enjoy her puffs, while I gobble up my breakfast - the very strong breeze blowing here compared to the dearth of any moving air upstairs.
At her age and being the smoker that she is, she should, if the anti-smoking lobbyists are to be believed, have died from some tobacco-induced diseases a long time ago. But she doesn't look like she is gonna kick the bucket anytime soon, judging from her hale and hearty appearance.
Thank You For Smoking
So who are we to believe - the lucrative excise taxes to be had which counts on all that hype on smoking hazards (and the smoking community is a sizeable one in the United States, maybe even here or elsewhere?) or the saintly crusade to save the lives of the people?
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Ideal Location But Lousy Abode
Thank God For Blogging, I Have Kept Sane
If not for blogging, I would have gone bonkers. If not for the plenty of sunshine and exercises I have been having lately, I would have gone raving mad. If I hadn't blogged, I wouldn't have been able to glean important life lessons from every experience I encounter, either big or small.
Blogging has allowed me the freedom to express myself in very creative ways which would have been frowned upon by establishments like schools and the media. If I had been a student all over again, I would have been chastised and blacklisted. Thank God for blogs.
Other Life Experiences That Educators Or You Even May Not Have Faced Or Even Heard About
Add these to the list of life experiences that educators or even you may only have nightmares about - wanting to die, attempting to die and being hypnopompoic.
I guess it is just some of us who would have the "privilege and privy" to such down in the dumps life experiences. I have always admired those kids whose lives somehow are always smooth sailing, only winning and succeeding throughout all their waking moments - sporting glory, a happy homelife, academic excellence, material wealth , looking beautiful, born straight , being popular and well-liked.
They are spared the kind of pain , suffering, discrimination and persecution like moi has to face.
If You Behave Well, I May Give You A Little Glimpse Into My Cloud-Cuckoo Land
Well yes. I will narrate to you what went on in my little La-La-Land when I was half awake and half asleep. You would never have guessed or imagined, I'll bet.
My New Flat Mates
Yesterday, I walked the whole way from my new place in Bishan to Ang Mo Kio. I took a shortcut through the park and cut across the AMK swimming complex before ending up at the Ang Mo Kio community library.
When I finally made my way home, night has descended and Paul, the chief tenant, confronted me with the financial computations for bunking down in part in the hallway and in part in the bedroom when Patrick vacates the premises.
At first I was stung by the mercenary nature of it all, the calculating exact science we have all come to associate with the economy. $60 a week for sleeping in the hallway (a figure I am not sure how he arrived at ) and a $400 monthly rent for the bedroom.
But I have to hand it to him for his amiable demeanour and very smooth handling of the whole affair. To me, it was quite a fair deal on a pro-rated daily basis. I have no reasons to argue back or haggle, at the moment.
These are all very young chaps who are quick on the draw and I suppose they were a little like me once, trying to make some money for whatever reasons. Paul, whom I suspect, works for some government agency and groomed for leadership, does some moonlighting in tuition on the side.
All their underpants are some sexy branded stuff and the stylo mylo knickers which are usually the hallmarks of gayness. They can be broadly divided into two groups with three on one side and the Filipino on the other. Nobody walks out the flat for work minutes apart like they do. Maybe one of them is even driving.
One is the mastermind and I have to find out who he is. He who works closely with the flat owner (who doesn't reside here by the way).
Why I Couldn't Sleep Last Night
By the time I bathed , it was well past midnight. My ciggy lighter isn't working anymore and I badly needed a smoke. Nonetheless I went downstairs and whoever midnighters I ran into, I asked for help for a light-up.
All the windows are closed and there isn't a whiff of wind streaming into the hallway. As the windows are facing out to the common corridors and my stuff are laid out next to it, there was no way I could allow light and breeze to come in.
The whole place is really stuffy . Wait till you see the toilet. Shower, cistern and sink crammed into a teeny space and in disrepair.
I guess I will really need to step out very often for a breath of fresh air, literally.
If not for blogging, I would have gone bonkers. If not for the plenty of sunshine and exercises I have been having lately, I would have gone raving mad. If I hadn't blogged, I wouldn't have been able to glean important life lessons from every experience I encounter, either big or small.
Blogging has allowed me the freedom to express myself in very creative ways which would have been frowned upon by establishments like schools and the media. If I had been a student all over again, I would have been chastised and blacklisted. Thank God for blogs.
Other Life Experiences That Educators Or You Even May Not Have Faced Or Even Heard About
Add these to the list of life experiences that educators or even you may only have nightmares about - wanting to die, attempting to die and being hypnopompoic.
I guess it is just some of us who would have the "privilege and privy" to such down in the dumps life experiences. I have always admired those kids whose lives somehow are always smooth sailing, only winning and succeeding throughout all their waking moments - sporting glory, a happy homelife, academic excellence, material wealth , looking beautiful, born straight , being popular and well-liked.
They are spared the kind of pain , suffering, discrimination and persecution like moi has to face.
If You Behave Well, I May Give You A Little Glimpse Into My Cloud-Cuckoo Land
Well yes. I will narrate to you what went on in my little La-La-Land when I was half awake and half asleep. You would never have guessed or imagined, I'll bet.
My New Flat Mates
Yesterday, I walked the whole way from my new place in Bishan to Ang Mo Kio. I took a shortcut through the park and cut across the AMK swimming complex before ending up at the Ang Mo Kio community library.
When I finally made my way home, night has descended and Paul, the chief tenant, confronted me with the financial computations for bunking down in part in the hallway and in part in the bedroom when Patrick vacates the premises.
At first I was stung by the mercenary nature of it all, the calculating exact science we have all come to associate with the economy. $60 a week for sleeping in the hallway (a figure I am not sure how he arrived at ) and a $400 monthly rent for the bedroom.
But I have to hand it to him for his amiable demeanour and very smooth handling of the whole affair. To me, it was quite a fair deal on a pro-rated daily basis. I have no reasons to argue back or haggle, at the moment.
These are all very young chaps who are quick on the draw and I suppose they were a little like me once, trying to make some money for whatever reasons. Paul, whom I suspect, works for some government agency and groomed for leadership, does some moonlighting in tuition on the side.
All their underpants are some sexy branded stuff and the stylo mylo knickers which are usually the hallmarks of gayness. They can be broadly divided into two groups with three on one side and the Filipino on the other. Nobody walks out the flat for work minutes apart like they do. Maybe one of them is even driving.
One is the mastermind and I have to find out who he is. He who works closely with the flat owner (who doesn't reside here by the way).
Why I Couldn't Sleep Last Night
By the time I bathed , it was well past midnight. My ciggy lighter isn't working anymore and I badly needed a smoke. Nonetheless I went downstairs and whoever midnighters I ran into, I asked for help for a light-up.
All the windows are closed and there isn't a whiff of wind streaming into the hallway. As the windows are facing out to the common corridors and my stuff are laid out next to it, there was no way I could allow light and breeze to come in.
The whole place is really stuffy . Wait till you see the toilet. Shower, cistern and sink crammed into a teeny space and in disrepair.
I guess I will really need to step out very often for a breath of fresh air, literally.
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