After the inauguration of the new American president, Barack Obama, I sincerely wanted to say something about it after the event but Will.I.Am. had already sang a song about it.
It also happens to be my new favourite song.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
story of a bruise
He checks his schedule and prepares the material to get his homework done when he gets back. A day out shopping with his mother has triggered his sloth and the weather did not help at all. Dinner was all he was looking forward to fer the rest of the day and he was getting hungrier as the sun relentlessly concentrated on his underexposed dry skin. Finally, upon entering the car, he turned up the air-conditioning and listened to his so-called soothing music on his favourite radio station. After checking fer the usual items he brings to his grandmother's house, he releases the handbrake and rides his way. Still early, he remains enthusiastic on the fact he gets squeeze a wireless game in with his cousin before the meal. Like the hunger made his stomach rumble louder, his anxiety caused acceleration in the beating of his heart, filling him with hidden excitement upon arriving at the gate. The car nicely fits by the side of relatives' parked cars and he confidently tames his steed. Making the way out of his mobile, carrying the tools of his trade, he carefully avoids any accidental deforming of the vehicles as he greets. Observant he was not but fortunate, as the door shuts, the blunt painted edge mercifully pushed his index finger out of dismemberment's way with the price of compressing the area above the lunula. The surge of shock did not come till seconds later when his brain had acknowledged the feeling that it was. It was then he silently released his angst fer the reserved character he always is. Quickly, he bolted fer the washroom where he ran cold water through his digits, rendering the injury temporarily numb with stillness. Throughout the feast, his left hand had a rather awkward posture but it was something he could live with. Forcing a normal holding would most definitely feel like a running water hose within that had been rolled over and blocked by a tank.
In this memory, the victim's initial thought was to inform family and friends of such an occurance, in hopes of bearing them this warning:
FER THOSE WHO'VE NEVER HAD SUCH AN EXPERIENCE, GETTING YER APPENDAGE CAUGHT BY A DOOR IS FUCKING PAINFUL.
In this memory, the victim's initial thought was to inform family and friends of such an occurance, in hopes of bearing them this warning:
FER THOSE WHO'VE NEVER HAD SUCH AN EXPERIENCE, GETTING YER APPENDAGE CAUGHT BY A DOOR IS FUCKING PAINFUL.
Monday, January 19, 2009
now into collecting postcards
Let's see what's new. In the past week, I guess you could say a handful of events happened. Some of which may be trivial as compared to others... I got owned at my hand at Street Fighter 4(I officially fear Dhalsim, the yoga master), received a pile of homework(once you've worn green, anything else will sound good), turned into an uncle(congratulations to Don and Jovyna and welcome, Jayden!) and finally gathered enough willpower to push me through gym sessions(I rest fer about 5 to 10 minutes between static and cardio workouts, hopefully, that's enough to avoid any physical failure, touch wood).
Wow, I sure as hell summarise too damn well. Now I have nothing else to say. Except 2 public matters at hand.
Don't worry, it's got nothing to do with US presidency or local culprits committing arson on other living things.
Today, I was strolling in the crazy wind along Raffles' Place to drop by on my girlfriend at the salon while blowing my sweat and wiping my sweat on 2 separate tissues and not at the same time, I didn't notice any dustbins stationed around the consecutive flow of buildings. Now, I know with the new smoking law, I can assume the government is trying to discourage any break in this rule by removing ashtrays but have organizations stopped to think about non-smoking civilians with dirty paper napkins that render their hands full if that were actually the case? However, that's not the point I'm trying to get across. The point is that I surprisingly realised that there was no form of litter anywhere around. Like. WHOA. Let's be a little honest with ourselves here. We all know Singapore has rigidly maintained her image of being an environmentally clean and green society but we can't avoid the fact that there are obviously some of us(not me, seriously, and I really just wanna say MOST but I don't wanna exaggerate) that just go, "oops, the tissue flew away, oh well, someone will clean it up". I can come up with reasons to back up my theory of such a clean business district. 1, the cleaners have been instructed to thoroughly comb through every bench and bush fer anything that is not related in colour to the bench or bush so as to create a sense of beauty to the sight of potential expatriates or visiting foreign investors. 2, the office workers are so busy working in their cubicles that they don't even have time to step out fer a kit-kat. Or 3, which is possibly the most unlikely in my opinion, civilians in that central really are civil about it. Perhaps it actually is true. I've heard that no matter how small a place is, even fer Singapore, different kinds of people hail from different districts. This should explain why an area like Raffles with no dustbins will still stay clean and somewhere like my condominium will still have chicken wings and clumps of paper lying all over even though there's a dustbin every 50 metres.
Another thing I would like to bring up is just out of curiosity. Why are all security guards old men? Call me ignorant fer being oblivious to whatever policies they've established but my idea of security is the type they have in bars and clubs where they're definitely getting it right. I'm disclaiming any prejudice against aged males... It's just that I don't think it's a very reliable force fer this line of work. Armies send gentlemen of their 20s to the frontlines and these employers are expecting a bunch of unfit uniforms to prevent a stand-off at a shopping mall, school, or private estate. Yeah, like a buncha drunkards are gonna cost more trouble than people risking national security. I'm also not pointing out that they should switch the night scene bouncers with security guards, I'm suggesting common sense among employers. I find it very contradicting. To put it in a way that almost everyone can understand, the closest reference I can give is 300, the movie. Unless you still have a body of ripping muscles at that age, yer ability to defend will remain a failed fact.
PS: I confess to running amber lights continuously. I know it's a bad habit. And I will try not to drive at highway speed around the neighbourhood anymore. Although it's still awesome.
Wow, I sure as hell summarise too damn well. Now I have nothing else to say. Except 2 public matters at hand.
Don't worry, it's got nothing to do with US presidency or local culprits committing arson on other living things.
Today, I was strolling in the crazy wind along Raffles' Place to drop by on my girlfriend at the salon while blowing my sweat and wiping my sweat on 2 separate tissues and not at the same time, I didn't notice any dustbins stationed around the consecutive flow of buildings. Now, I know with the new smoking law, I can assume the government is trying to discourage any break in this rule by removing ashtrays but have organizations stopped to think about non-smoking civilians with dirty paper napkins that render their hands full if that were actually the case? However, that's not the point I'm trying to get across. The point is that I surprisingly realised that there was no form of litter anywhere around. Like. WHOA. Let's be a little honest with ourselves here. We all know Singapore has rigidly maintained her image of being an environmentally clean and green society but we can't avoid the fact that there are obviously some of us(not me, seriously, and I really just wanna say MOST but I don't wanna exaggerate) that just go, "oops, the tissue flew away, oh well, someone will clean it up". I can come up with reasons to back up my theory of such a clean business district. 1, the cleaners have been instructed to thoroughly comb through every bench and bush fer anything that is not related in colour to the bench or bush so as to create a sense of beauty to the sight of potential expatriates or visiting foreign investors. 2, the office workers are so busy working in their cubicles that they don't even have time to step out fer a kit-kat. Or 3, which is possibly the most unlikely in my opinion, civilians in that central really are civil about it. Perhaps it actually is true. I've heard that no matter how small a place is, even fer Singapore, different kinds of people hail from different districts. This should explain why an area like Raffles with no dustbins will still stay clean and somewhere like my condominium will still have chicken wings and clumps of paper lying all over even though there's a dustbin every 50 metres.
Another thing I would like to bring up is just out of curiosity. Why are all security guards old men? Call me ignorant fer being oblivious to whatever policies they've established but my idea of security is the type they have in bars and clubs where they're definitely getting it right. I'm disclaiming any prejudice against aged males... It's just that I don't think it's a very reliable force fer this line of work. Armies send gentlemen of their 20s to the frontlines and these employers are expecting a bunch of unfit uniforms to prevent a stand-off at a shopping mall, school, or private estate. Yeah, like a buncha drunkards are gonna cost more trouble than people risking national security. I'm also not pointing out that they should switch the night scene bouncers with security guards, I'm suggesting common sense among employers. I find it very contradicting. To put it in a way that almost everyone can understand, the closest reference I can give is 300, the movie. Unless you still have a body of ripping muscles at that age, yer ability to defend will remain a failed fact.
PS: I confess to running amber lights continuously. I know it's a bad habit. And I will try not to drive at highway speed around the neighbourhood anymore. Although it's still awesome.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
year of the bullshit
The new year of 2009 doesn't seem so special. I guess the constant recent partying has got a part to play in exhausting the hype. So much so that I became too lazy to do anything, though I've been acting otherwise.
However, today, I saw something redundantly amusing that I just had to blog about it. As I made my way out my condo's gate, crossed the road and strolled under the first void deck, a peculiar sight I noticed. Dozens of dead cockroaches around the lift lobby, give or take a few that were staggering in a help-me-i-don't-wanna-die manner. My first thought was simply, whoa. Then as I walked past the next coupla blocks I started to hold my breath worryingly while I witness a happy ending to a Starship Troopers/Men In Black movie, as that thought slowly developed into a ponder on what extreme pesticide was used fer this massive extermination. Look, I'm no biologist but I'm very certain if it can kill thousands of cockroaches, it'd probably give humans potency problems or whatnot.
Pity I didn't have my camera with me.
PS: School's been in session fer more than a week now and I'm very glad that 3 out of 4 of the modules fer this term have assignments required to be done individually. Unfortunately, that 4th module had to have a 5-member group rule and I had to reluctantly admit Professor Camelface into ours. I still don't know his name although he wrote it in my notebook because, quite frankly, I despise him fer the way he talks and the way he looks. I suppose I should logically review his performance within my territory before I judge him any further. Still, I'm gonna treat him like shit. I'm sure he already senses the hostility. By the way, fer the people reading this and have no idea who he is, this fella is just another ass in the class who's the target of dissing. The one that everyone will throw tomatoes at if they were given one(or more) each. Yeah. That guy.
However, today, I saw something redundantly amusing that I just had to blog about it. As I made my way out my condo's gate, crossed the road and strolled under the first void deck, a peculiar sight I noticed. Dozens of dead cockroaches around the lift lobby, give or take a few that were staggering in a help-me-i-don't-wanna-die manner. My first thought was simply, whoa. Then as I walked past the next coupla blocks I started to hold my breath worryingly while I witness a happy ending to a Starship Troopers/Men In Black movie, as that thought slowly developed into a ponder on what extreme pesticide was used fer this massive extermination. Look, I'm no biologist but I'm very certain if it can kill thousands of cockroaches, it'd probably give humans potency problems or whatnot.
Pity I didn't have my camera with me.
PS: School's been in session fer more than a week now and I'm very glad that 3 out of 4 of the modules fer this term have assignments required to be done individually. Unfortunately, that 4th module had to have a 5-member group rule and I had to reluctantly admit Professor Camelface into ours. I still don't know his name although he wrote it in my notebook because, quite frankly, I despise him fer the way he talks and the way he looks. I suppose I should logically review his performance within my territory before I judge him any further. Still, I'm gonna treat him like shit. I'm sure he already senses the hostility. By the way, fer the people reading this and have no idea who he is, this fella is just another ass in the class who's the target of dissing. The one that everyone will throw tomatoes at if they were given one(or more) each. Yeah. That guy.
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