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Saturday, February 26, 2005

Jay's Scandals

According to online tabloids, the public's response to the Jay-Patty Hou-Jolin-Lien's son scandal and Jay's responses to them seem to be a little out of proportion.

I, for one, don't think that whether an artiste two-times or smokes is any of my business. However, like many people, I feel that good artistes treat their fans who have supported them unwaveringly with due sincerity and the respect they deserve.

This may spark a debate we are so familiar with from the Singapore Idol season: Artistes or Idols?

As a friend puts it,"An artiste delivers music and entertainment; an idol requires the whole package. Nowadays entertainers/actors/singers fall into the grey area between artistes and idols, that's why their presentation needs to cater to the audience relationship."

For me, no matter how great an artiste is, the works an artiste creates is meaningless without the appreciation of the audience. Furthermore in the commercial music scene, even though it sounds very cliche, it's far from an exagerration that without the support of one's fans, fame and adoration would have eluded him. And the the expectations of how an artiste handles his relationship with the audience increase with the artiste's stature.

Artistes like David Tao seem to understand the dynamics of interaction between stars and their audience better. By setting up his website, he brings himself closer to his listeners and shares his thoughts on the motivation for the music he makes.

It's not easy being an artiste, much less a star.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Hairy Adventure

I guess QB House has become a familiar household name, being the trend setter for quick and budget haircut. They used to boast of having all their stylists trained in the land of the rising sun, the originating place of QB. "QB", the acronym of "Quick Beauty", has been changed to "EC" (Express Cut) quite recently in my memory (not sure whether it's just a name change or a management change, web searches only turned up a now-defunct qbhouse.com.sg url).

I was at the PS outlet when I cut my long tresses a year ago into a more modern hairdo. It yielded pretty satisfactory results for $10, as the hairdresser managed to add volume to my usually limpy hair with the new hairstyle. This credibility it has established in my mind was unfortunately destroyed late last year when I visited its outlet in the mall proximate to my house, after the expansion of the chain. I was thoroughly disappointed and vowed never to step into QB (or rather, that particular branch) ever again.

Standing outside the PS EC House outlet yesterday, I was in a dilemma. The hairdresser who cut my hair a year ago was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was an idyllic male hairdresser and a male customer who was waiting on the bench. I finally parted with my 10 dollar note in exchange for an EC card. The idyllic hairdresser immediately sprung into action.

The "chief hairdresser" explained to the male customer before me that the idyllic hairdresser only specialised in ladies' hairstyle. After I sat down, the idyllic hairdresser asked me about my requirements in cantonese-accented English.

Throughout the haircut, the hairdresser had to comb my hair thrice every time before slowly snipping off the ends. It didn't help that I have dry hair and he wasn't using the water spray, perhaps, to prevent his sissors from rusting. As the minutes passed, what the Chief Hairdresser said began to make more sense.

I had tried my hand at hairdressing in a CC course when I just graduated from U. In the beginner's class, we were only taught to cut longer hair lengths as the mannequin was supposed to last us till the advanced course. I stopped after the beginner's course, and hence I only know how to cut ladies' hairstyle. Oops, sounds familiar? :p

After half an hour, he stopped and asked me whether the length was OK. Looking into the mirrors, it didn't seem like my hair had been cut. Feeling a bit impatient and worried, I requested him to shorten my hair further. He quickly broke into cantonese to clarify my request. Sensing that he's quite anxious and still accumulating experience, I softened and decided to take it as a refresher's course for myself as I watched him in action.

The hairdresser rewarded my patience by applying the layering scissors liberally thereafter. I mentioned that I wanted my hair layered and he did just that, when the other hairdressers I have been to in the past year tried to dissuade me with the argument that my hair is too thin and dry and it would become frizzly and difficult to maintain, often leaving me with a hairdo that was not much different from where I began. I was apprehensive about my hair becoming too thin though.

The whole haircut lasted one hour, which was six times the 10 minutes in their claim, but I am not complaining to EC House (a la redeeming the apple pie from Macdonald's). On hindsight, I can't even find their website. Although I spent a much longer time than the four customers who took turns to be served in the seat on my right hand side who had their 10 minutes honoured, I left the salon with a reasonably satisfactory hairdo, in spite of a petrified look.

Will I go back to the EC House at PS again? Why not? ;)

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

The day of the Full Moon

The full moon has been widely associated with the transformation of the werewolf into lethal beings. Certain animals are believed to act out of character on the day of the full moon too.

Let me first and foremost emphasize the purpose of this post is not to sensationalize or glorify the deeds of the unidentified being(s) (henceforth referred to as SaiOKia (SOK)), which would otherwise fulfil SOK's egotistic ambitions. Rather, this serves as a black and white documentation to the transaction today between me, SOK and the 2 cleaners.

In brief, what happened was that there were five pair of shoes left outside my friend's house (on the topmost floor of an HDB flat). When we were leaving the house, my right sandal was missing. We searched the corridor of the highest and the second highest floor thoroughly to no avail. The only major discovery was that there was a "humongous pool of shit"(in my friend's words, I didn't see it) on the second highest floor, and the two cleaners we spoke to were complaining about shit being smeared onto the buttons of the only two lifts in the flat.

Here this the real deal (stamped, signed and sealed the moment SOK commit the act): By taking my well-worn right sandal, the entire next 7 years' worth of bad luck is to be transferred from me to SOK. On the other hand, the entire next 7 years' worth of good luck is to be transferred from SOK to the 2 cleaners, for making them clean up after SOK. How is this judgement justified? SOK is worse than the very stuff SOK smeared onto the lift buttons. At least feces play an important role in the diagnosis of particular ailments, and they aid plants to grow. The SOK needs to suffer hard knocks for the next 7 years to wisen up and figure out how to better contribute to the society.

A moment of folly, 7 years of sorry...

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Feeling the Heat

The weather has been unbearingly warm these few days.

Last week, Channelnewsasia reported an increase in the number of bush fire in Singapore and the hottest day in 15 years to be 9th Feb, the first day of the Chinese New Year (35.5 degrees Celcius). It didn't seem to have any noticeable effect until today, when I felt as if I was trapped inside a gigantic oven though the windows were opened.


Still x2 on the topic of Valentine's. A few friends have asked me how I spent my Valentine's day. If they have had the benefit of reading my previous entries, it's not difficult to deduce what i had been doing at the time when friends and couples were having a fun time-out. The good thing is Valentine's Day usually falls within or close to Chinese New Year, so there isn't a lack of topic to talk about when catching up (or rather, when I have nothing interesting to say about my Vday, hehe). After which, we'll launch into the conspiracy theory of the over-commercialisation of the event.

It's never too difficult to understand why someone has never been in a relationship. I guess to me, lending a listening ear to friends and playing Aunt Agony, watching romantic comedies (Jap or otherwise), working on what I want to achieve is so much better than being marred by rotten tao huas (I am open to good ones though! ;)). Not that I don't adore kids -- I can already forsee myself applying for the post of Godma in various new households in years to come. ;)

There are many things to think about in life if you really want to. If you are willing to spend the time on them.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Feb 15

Do you know what day today is?

Post Valentine's?

well, good try... make another guess!

Somebody's birthday?

not wrong, but this is not the answer I'm thinking about.

At 12 noon sharp, a siren was sounded all across Singapore. So familiar, it reminded me of my school days.

Yes, it's Total Defence Day.

I could imagine, immediately after the the siren sounded, the public announcement systems in the schools would spring into action simultaneously, broadcasting instructions from the local radio stations regarding emergencies.

Come September, it'll be the 60th Anniversary of the end of World War II. 60 years in the Chinese calendar is considered some sort of a "cycle" (pardon my lack of knowledge). Will it signify the passing of an era and the erasure of horrible memories, hatred and feelings of injustice?

Still on the topic of Valentine's, here's an article from today's ST which is incidentally a bit related to the experiments I mentioned in my previous post.

Feb 15, 2005
Personalities the key to good marriage

WASHINGTON - SHARED moral values are less important than compatible personalities as a recipe for a good marriage, according to a study just released.

Married couples often share the same attitudes about faith and other values, researchers at the University of Iowa found. But those with personalities similar to their spouses were the happiest.

'People may be attracted to those who have similar attitudes, values and beliefs and even marry them,' the researchers said on Sunday, and those qualities are easy to spot in a potential mate. Attitudes towards subjects such as religion or politics 'are highly visible', they said.

But how married people behave was shown to have a greater effect on happiness.

'Being in a committed relationship entails regular interaction and requires extensive coordination in dealing with tasks, issues and problems of daily living,' the study found.

Differences in how to deal with everyday matters can lead to 'more friction and conflict', it said.

Personality-driven traits - like being open, easy-going or organised - are likely to play a bigger role in the marriage, the researchers found after studying 291 newly married couples.

The couples were married for an average of five months when the data was culled late in 2000 and had dated for an average of 3 1/2 years.

The couples were participants in the Iowa Marital Assessment Project, a long-term study being conducted by the university with funding from the National Institute of Mental Health under the National Institutes of Health.

Participants were asked to evaluate their own traits and were videotaped interacting with each other.

Partners who rated their marriages as highly satisfactory were found to have more common personality traits.

Similar attitudes among the couples, however, showed no clear impact on happiness, according to the study published in the American Psychological Association's Journal of Personality and Social Psychology. -- REUTERS

And for some light reading...

Feb 13, 2005
My bouquet is bigger than yours

Valentine's Day becomes a competitive sport as women compare prices and sizes of bouquets
By Sarah Ng

Who says money can't buy love? How about $50? Yes, it's that time of the year when men say it with flowers.

But that minimum order of six stems on Valentine's Day tomorrow will not buy romance with many working women these days.

The workplace now has a new sport on V-Day. And size matters in this race to be the object of greatest envy.

'Do you know how good it feels to have the whole office looking at you with envy?' said civil servant Irene Lim, 29, recalling her thrill at receiving a dozen red roses topped by a heart-shaped balloon last Feb 14.

'It may not be that special for an attractive woman used to getting attention all the time, but for a plain-looking girl like me, it is magical.'

Few will deny that feel-good feeling although shipping executive Susan Ng, 27, takes a dim view of the blooming competition.

'I had an ex-colleague who would put her giant bouquet in a prominent spot on her table and then lament loudly, 'Aiya, why must he send to the office, very malu (Malay for embarrassing) for me', but we all knew that she was enjoying it. It's so shallow and childish.'

Perhaps, but it's not peculiar to Singapore.

According to The Times of London women in Britain too love this game of one-upmanship: Whose bouquet is bigger? Whose present is more extravagant? Who is being taken to a more fashionable restaurant?

Like them, many women here view these displays of affection as a barometer of love. Marketing director Ling Tan, 31, is typical. She recalls her disappointment last year waiting and waiting for that bouquet from her boyfriend of nine months.

'My heart would skip a beat every time a dispatch rider walked through the door. I was hoping that since it was our first Valentine's Day, he would do something special, like send flowers to my office.

'But nothing came till I left at 6pm,' she said.

What made it worse, she added, was watching two colleagues become the centre of attention and the memory of previous boyfriends dutifully dispatching bouquets of red roses or white lilies to her office.

But an hour later, he surprised her. At dinner, in a posh hotel, he handed her half a dozen red roses.

Ms Tan, like many, is keeping her fingers crossed that tomorrow, big blooms will arrive at her office. 'Sure, it's shallow but which woman doesn't want to feel like a princess, especially when most around her are getting special treatment.'

Florists concur, saying eight out of 10 men want the bouquets delivered to their beloved's office. Said a Greeting Cuts spokesman: 'The wife or girlfriend is in the office most of the day... If the flowers are given when they meet for dinner, the day is almost over and it would seem a bit pointless.'

Raising the ante for the bachelor girls are husbands like Mr Kelvin Yeo. Said the 30-year-old advertising and promotions executive, who spent $150 on a dozen red roses last year: 'My wife doesn't demand that I send her flowers to the office, but some of her colleagues' boyfriends do, so I do the same. Better play safe and make her happy.'

Whatever the reason, love sure makes money for the petal pushers. On Valentine's Day, prices are doubled, with a standard bouquet of six roses starting at $50, one dozen from $80, and 999 stalks from $2,000.

They are also convinced that it's young love that sparked off the sport. 'It's usually in the beginning of the relationship when the guy wants to impress the girl. They say they want to make the girlfriend feel proud among their colleagues,' said Mr Kenneth Chee, 46, owner of Joachim Florist & Gifts.

But there is no denying the stress. Florists tell of single and unattached women sending flowers to themselves and spending beyond $100 on red roses, tulips or lilies. But they are rare, said Ms Sheila Salim, 39, customer service supervisor at FarEastFlora.com. 'Their reason is that they don't want to feel left out.'

Then there are those who get more than their share of attention. For these women, money certainly buys love. Said the owner of Dove Florist in Cineleisure Orchard, Ms Yow Lai Keng: 'When a woman calls about the value of bouquets, she often got flowers from different men.'

SO... have you gotten the answer???

Give yourself a pat on the back if you have, and also for patiently reading till this part...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Ren2 Ri4 Kuai4 Le4!!! ;)

Monday, February 14, 2005

On Valentine's

It's not difficult to remember that today is Valentine's Day. Suddenly PDA (I don't mean the electronic one) seems to be visible everywhere, even in places you least expect to see it (e.g. in industrial areas). I see teenagers holding bags of flowers and little notes boarding the bus and chatting away happily among themselves, seemingly triumphant at the number of gifts they had received and the company they were in. My mind was instantly transported back to my JC days, when the rituals of vday gift exchange were at its peak.

Alas, I miss out again on the chance to ride on the Vday frenzy and make a quick buck from it, by peddling roses, accessories and soft toys down Orchard Road. Yes, after reading Clover's take on the subject, I am still convinced that Valentine's Day is too commercialised, because of the various opportunistic and aggressive marketing campaigns that rival romancingsingapore and the inflation of the prices of certain "must haves". So are Mother's Day, Father's Day, Teacher's Day, Children's Day, and even Christmas and Chinese New Year??? Ok let's not push it too far lest I end up being labelled as a cynical, miserable and uninteresting human being. Sometimes it's a real case of demand vs supply. I concede that since everybody expects the day to be romantic, it doesn't hurt to please the other by being extra romantic, as long as it doesn't burn a hole in the pocket. After all, it doesn't pay to defy "traditions", right? Haha... We can always replace the over-priced rose with something we planted ourselves or a synthetic flower we make ourselves, to display our sincerity, I guess.

(To digress a little) Strangely, I also recall reading two conflicting articles, one claiming that married couples enjoy longer lifespan than singles and divorcees, while another claims that unmarried women live longer than married ones. I was wondering whether the experiment itself was flawed in the sense that, unmarried people may choose to stay that way because they are generally and stereotypically more ambitious and sometimes less accomodating (Type A personalities). (Don't bash me, I have a feeling I'm slapping myself in the face.) The same goes for couples who are not blissfully married. There is a possibility that the varying results may be a direct effect of the person's personality more than anything else (i.e. married or not).

Let me end off this post with another article that inspired me to write this.

Feb 14, 2005 The Straits Times Life!
Girl talk
Forget V Day, how about E Day?

I used to yearn for Valentine's Day and grand romantic gestures. Now, I treasure the little things in Every Day that convey love

I WAS 18 when I was treated to my first 'proper' Valentine's Day date. You know, the sort that comes with the obligatory car pick-up, the standard floral bouquet and a dinner reservation at a softly-lit restaurant in town.

The stuff that young girls' dream dates are made of, basically.

I forget what I wore or the name of the now-defunct eatery. But I can still recall how the tables, each sporting a flickering candle and a stalk of red rose, were packed so tightly together that we could literally rub shoulders with the couples to our left and right.

We hardly spoke, for fear that our neighbours would snigger at our private jokes.

The food, presumably churned out with assembly line efficiency to feed the amorous throngs, was cold.

And when the bill came, my NSman date blanched, but swiftly handed over two $50 bills.

'Isn't the set dinner here $20 each?' we whispered, shocked, as his hard-earned pay disappeared with the waiter. The night that started out pregnant with promise fizzled out quickly.

That was my first reality check on the giant commercial conspiracy otherwise known as Valentine's Day, when all things that help to fan the flames of love burn a larger-than-usual hole in your pocket.

That was also the last time I welcomed bouquets and dinner invitations for Feb 14.

It wasn't just the sheer waste of money that pained me. It was also the realisation that the day would never live up to its promise.

By expecting to be swept off your feet on this day of orchestrated love, you would already have eliminated a vital ingredient for romance - spontaneity.

When I was younger, I thought love, or what slippery grasp I had of the concept, was best expressed in grand, showy gestures that told the whole world how desirable I was.

In secondary school, I fantasised about getting V Day song dedications on the radio from secret admirers.

In junior college, I would scan a two-page affair crammed with love messages that the student council culled from love-sick peers, half-hoping to see one dedicated to me.

I imagined my friends teasing me about it as I squirmed outwardly but cheered inwardly - a mental picture that never translated into reality.

The candlelight dinner was as close to a Valentine's Day ego trip as I ever got.

After that fell flat, I sniffed at the crass money-spinner disguised as a rose-covered love fest and began to value intangibles like creativity instead.

An artistic ex left me wordless with a classy black scrapbook he made that showcased evidence of our time together: ticket stubs of the first movie we caught together, a paper napkin speckled with his half-baked love poems scribbled playfully as we killed time in a fast food outlet.

I found it touching that events I dismissed as mundane mattered enough for him to preserve memories of them, simply because I was a part of those moments.

Till today, this remains the best Valentine's Day surprise I ever had.

Now, married and much older, I subscribe to the slogan of the Romancing Singapore campaign first launched in 2003. Love, I realise, really is in the little things, best exemplified in everyday life.

I smile when I see a new toothbrush sitting in the tumbler that used to hold my sad, old one with its cobalt blue bristles faded to the colour of the sky and spread out like a starburst.

If he's sensitive enough to spot such small needs, I figure he will never miss the big ones.

I luxuriate in the unspoken arrangement where I simply sit pretty and wait for my food while he navigates the sweaty crowds whenever we step into a hawker centre.

He never grumbles about how it should be my turn, for he doesn't keep count of who does more.

I'm touched when he makes an effort to dress up for outrageous theme parties thrown by my friends, even though I know he would very much prefer to curl up with a book at home.

I'm grateful when he automatically reaches out to massage the small of my back when I get home after a long day to relieve my chronic back ache.

I'm ashamed when I snap at him, accusing him of 'always doing this' after he forgets to bring in the laundry twice in a row, only to hear him say gently: 'Not always lah.'

Anyone else would have blasted my inability to count, for by what stretch of imagination could 'twice' be equated with 'always'? But he rarely loses his cool and inspires me to follow suit, although I must admit this is an uphill task for me.

I no longer scoff at Valentine's Day, for who says it always has to be celebrated in style?

To those who take their partners for granted, it is a gentle reminder that for once in 365 days, they should snap out of their selfish reverie.

To those who mark each day with their loved ones as Feb 14, this is yet another excuse to count their blessings.

Given the demands of work, the best present my husband and I can give each other these days is time - time to enjoy idle chatter, time to soak in the sea view from our apartment, time to just be alone. We plan to get home before 8pm today, share a takeout dinner in the balcony and maybe take a stroll along the beach if there's time after doing the laundry.

Nothing fanciful, but everything meaningful.

What are your plans for today?

Yet Another Scammer

Another scammer posted a question to me today, one day after I put up my new auction, offering to pay more than 4 times my asking price. Wondering how many of them are lurking around...

"Dear seller, My name is Rose beckley From UK. I will like to know the cost of this item of yours which i saw on Yahoo Auction . I want the items urgently but as an offer price, I will like to pay SG$650 for the item but if the price I have offered is not enough you can let me know the real cost as I am willing to do this fast due to the urgency. I need to send this item to my Kids in west africa as their gifts within the next 1week. I will make my payments via bidpay an online payment which as I was told is reliable and secured..atleast the little I know about it.I can briefly explain to you if yu should ever need an explanation on how it works. to ship the package i will require Speedpost for the shipment I will only need your Name,Address,Item # and Item Description for the payment online. I await your quickest response to <*email censored*>
How would you reply if you were me? Or rather just ignore it.

Saturday, February 12, 2005


Day 1:
3rd Uncle and family were the first to pay us a visit. It was nearly lunch time by then and fortunately we had many cookies and new year goodies to satisfy most kinds of appetite :p.

When we were preparing to go to Ah Bei's for dinner, 2nd Uncle called to say that his family and 4th Uncle's were on their way here. Having three families in the living room at one time was really re4 nao4. Somebody (not sure who) broke a glass(luo di kai hua) and dad's finger was cut (hong yun dang tou) (really must think of a good omen). 4th Uncle and Jiu Ma shared many useful insights from their lives in US with sis and I, while Anthony (their elder child) was chatting away loudly and endlessly to himself, and exploring the different parts of the house as his younger sister tagged along. They were really adorable and outspoken (and apparently overwhelmed with the number of cousins they have to remember :p).

By the time we reached Ah Bei's, everyone had finished their food. Eldest cousin and beau weren't around as she had given birth to her 2nd child earlier in the day.

Day 2:
Wasn't able to sleep well the night before, I woke up to my horror that I was going to be LATE (you would know what I mean if you refer to my previous entry) for gathering at PJ's. I frantically started messaging everyone the relevant details as I was supposed to be the one to bring everyone there. The consolation was that I wasn't the latest :p. PJ's place was also very lively with the presence of her relatives. We played bridge, Daidi and Mahjong (no gambling :)) and caught up with one another. Like many other Teo Chew families, PJ's mum whipped up different kinds of traditional desserts for us to enjoy.

I reached Granny's house and was greeted by HK and SY, two of my little cousins (ok, maybe not very small now). 3rd Auntie wanted to play Mahjong but there wasn't any Mahjong table, and the plan was aborted after an attempt at assembling a make-shift table by using two chairs to support a whiteboard failed. In the "playing room", another round of card games started and YS, HK, SY were really fast learners of the game Bridge. Dinner was again the hilight of my day :p as we were treated to a sumptuous spread no less appetizing than previous years. The delicacies on the table included 1st Uncle's "signature dish" -- Herbal Chicken.

Day 3
More visiting and lessons on the Mahjong game. I was very lucky to have a Qing Yi Se early in one of the games,and a rooster as a flower card. Hope this luck will continue to prevail in my endeavours! ;)

Online Scam

If something is too good to be true, it probably is.

A while ago, I put my film camera on Yahoo Auction for sale. After forgetting to check my email account for a few days, I logged in to see a question posted to me:

"hello seller, I am glad to inform that I find interesting making an your item I want you to kindly tell me more about his condition at the moment and also more about the shipment.Payment shall be made by (western union money transfer ).i will offer you $500 USD for this item i can await till bid end and i want to buy it for my son as a birthady gift that coming up it 8 day now i will need this information for the payment. name. address. city.state. zipcode. phone number. country. item number . i will be waiting to hear from you thanks mail me to this email address <*censored*>"

I never expected somebody from Africa to be interested in my auction, and why on earth was I offered almost twice the starting price? In any case, the question was posted 3 days before I read my mail. I immediately typed my reply.

"Hi, I am very sorry for the late reply. This item is still available. If you are interested, I'll contact you again regarding the information you need. Regards,"

The next morning when I checked my mail, I got this reply:

thanks for the mail, am ready to buy this item from you and i want to buy it for my son in west african as a birthday gift in 7 days now and i will offer you $500 USD for the item and i will make the payment Via western union money transfer and i will need this address wish the money will be delivery.
item #
phone #
and i will ship the package with my FEDEX account and kindly mail me back with this information.
thanks for the reply."

Sensing something fishy (note - 3 days ago, the son's birthday was 8 days away. 3 days later, there were still 7 days to his birthday), and recalling those emails from some "Nigerian money-washers", my sis prompted me to do a search on the internet and these were the sites I found: Nigerian Auction Fraud and Counterfeit Cashier's Check Scams(don't need to accept paypal) and Nash Online Auction - Cashier check & Wire transfer scams.

True enough, I was convinced that it was a fraud. The buyer would usually send over a counterfeit cashier's cheque (that is difficult to distinguish from the real one) with an amount in excess, and ask you to write a cheque back refunding the excess. Many would not buy the trick though, and thus they have to be counting on a big volume for it to work, a.k.a the Law of Averages.

There goes the old saying, so much more relevant in the age of the Internet than ever, Buyers (in this case, Sellers too) Beware.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Happy Rooster New Year!

Today is the first day of the new Rooster year. First and foremost to start the day, here's Xiao'an wishing everyone a happy new year!

And of course, not forgetting my eldest bear, Xiaoke...

...and the lovely sunflower planted by my mum, the avid gardener...

I have this to thank for being able to function on the computer with ease. (Re: the "3" on the keyboard; the crazy mouse)

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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Spring Cleaning

It's the time of the year to do spring cleaning. For me, spring cleaning is a long and slow process, because of my garung-guni's tendencies, every item that I am about to throw away seems to bear a sentimental value or a certain use that I can forsee a year later. Haha... guess this is a bit exaggerated, anyway it's just as contradicting to be a disorganised fellow trying perpetually to be organised.

Going through things to be sorted into their respective categories from the past year is like walking down memory lane. I can often recall the not-so-distant past, the circumstances under which those documents were created, and the related events just flash past my mind one by one. Now it's not difficult to understand why spring cleaning for me is a time-consuming process, right? I still can remember when I was staying in hostel, I always ddn't get to sleep the night before I moved out of my room for the vacation because of the sheer amount of things to pack and my garung-guni tendencies.

Bits by bits, I am again trying to transform my mini-warzone into a more presentable place before the new year, and hopefully it'll be more conducive for work. Let's hope I won't need to miss my beauty sleep tomorrow...

Monday, February 07, 2005

Happy Chinese New Year

I know this is kind of early, but still wanna wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year!!

May the Rooster year be one that resolutions are kept and directions mapped, with peace, health, happiness and prosperity!

Friday, February 04, 2005


For the record, I am still trying to kick the tendency to be late.

Just to share a story a wise man told us:
In the days before the handphone is available, Friend A once waited 26 hours for B to appear. For some reasons, B was late but wasn't able to inform A. Apparently after trying to call A on his house phone, B couldn't get A and thus decided to go to the meeting place to take a look. The essence of the explanation A gave for waiting was that, patience, with punctuality, is a virtue and they go hand in hand.

This story reminds me of the patience and understanding my friends have displayed while waiting for me. :p I did learn a thing or two, like not allowing myself to waste time waiting by coming prepared with things to do.

FYI pc, what I meant was I am in no position to judge others by their punctuality, the issue I was questioning is having ambiguous standards for meeting time. For example, the general consensus that the wedding dinner is to start one hour late than the time mentioned on the invitation.

The Purpose of Blogging

A blog is like a broadcast of one's thoughts. However since it is an invitation to others to share one's thoughts, one won't blog something that one usually won't say and isn't politically correct. Also, responsiblity for the content has to be exercised as well, as we never know what would the influence on those who chance upon our blog be, and how they might be judging it. While empathic comments from friends are deeply appreciated, I guess letting off steam is best reserved for straight heart-to-heart talk or the good old diary.