Thursday was a longgggg day. Slept only at 5:30am this morn.
Brought the motha to Joo Chiat around brunch-time to get her baju, then to town to get my cousin's birthday prez and my aunt's wedding anniversary gift, then hopped to clementi to get some good cheap takeout food, then sent her home. I've realized the best way to buy a heart is to pay with time. After the morning spent with momma, telling her that I'll be heading to a chalet later that day and that I'll be staying over was quite a breeze (usually it's a hurricane). Although by staying overnight at a chalet I actually meant that I'll be boogie-ing til 3am, getting supper at 4am and then tompang-ing a friend's "very strong" aloha loyang chalet for a 3-hour nap before checking out with them at 10 in the morning. But her good mood means she won't read between the lines. With parents, lies can be so beautifully white. muahahah.
oh yah, managed to squeeze in han solo for the day's itinerary as well. Sedapkan fondue??...I think we can write a sitcom. Unless no one else shares our giler babi sense of humor.
Music make you lose control music make you lose control, letsgonow. My calves are aching. Thank god no harassment from any blonde mats this time. It's hard to find company who clubs and don't drink, but I've got plenty.. weehoo. Yes a once-drunk associate once told me the party's more fun when you're sober. I'll take his word for it.
By the way, me sharm and juli thought of a new invention. We'd like a car that can.. not just move forward and backward but also sideways. I suggest, in the gear shift, there will be an extra function called 'C' for the Crabstick gear. You know, a function that can have the vertically-aligned wheels switch to a 180 degrees horizontal alignment, so that when I step on the gas, it will move sideways cleanly without me even having to move the steering at all. Well, in other words, it would be an invention that would make parallel parking between a Merc and a Mazda rx a whole lot less stressful. heh.
Anyways, have you ever...see someone you know outside and not feel like acknowledging them? Dropped the girls off at jurong east this morning and saw Ah Chong, my driving instructor. I was totally zonked out and sleepy..and I knew that if I acknowledged him, he'd prolly take my car for a test drive, talk a lot of cock with me, ask me if I want him to set me up on a blind date...etc etc..hahaha (hmm, looking back maybe I shoulda talked to him)..But all I wanted to do at that moment was go home, turn on the air-con and tuck under my comforter. So yea, I drove off and hoped he didnt see me. Haha. Bitch eh? But oh well, it's Ah Chong we're talkin bout here, he'll forgive me. hahaha.
On a random note, going to a jemputan(Malay wedding) last Sunday with my mom and grandma made me realize why I never liked going to jemputans with em in the first place. Ever.
One - The topic on how my wedding should/should not be like will always surface.
-Conversation #1-
Grann: Kau punyer keje kahwin nanti jangan main lagu-lagu hindustan ni sumer eh, memekak jer.
(Your wedding later don't play these bollywood music eh, they're noise pollution only.)
Momm: Eee, tanak ah...dier punyer nanti main lagu instrumental...macam aper tu...Kenny G.
(Ee, don't want ah, hers we'll play instrumental...like..Kenny G.)
Me : (Chokes on my ayam masak merah)
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Two - The topic on how my wedding should/should not be like will always surface and be discussed between the two of them As If I am Not There.
-Conversation #2-
Grann: Banyak orang eh? Ni orang kampung sumer dier jemput ah...nanti dier (me) punyer keje kahwin tak payah jemput banyak-banyak ah eh.
(So many people eh? They prolly invited all their previous kampung neighbours..later her wedding no need to invite so many ah eh.)
Momm: A'ah...dier punyer nanti simple jer..jemput kawan-kawan skolah..kawan-kawan kejer ..dengan sedara rapat jer dah cukop. cikgu-cikgu sumer agaknyer tak payah pon boleh ah eh.
(Ya...hers later simple only..invite her school friends, her colleagues and close relatives only. teachers maybe no need ah eh.)
Me: (morphs into an invisible thing stuffing itself nasi minyak)
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I'm not fazed by their wedding talks of me. I mean, it's not like I'm betrothed to anyone. My choice, my pace. My grandma likes to talk bout it coz I'm her eldest grand-daughter but I've never felt like she's putting any pressure on me. For one thing, she raises the issue with her brand of nenek J humor so it's hard to take her seriously...muahah..Also I'm assured that me getting married (or not) anytime soon will not tip her love scale for me in any way. Besides, my bro is her eldest grand-child and he's had it worse than me -
-Conversation numero tres-
Grann: Kau ader mata air?
(You got a girlfriend?)
Bro: Takder ah nek.
(Don't have ah nek)
Grann: Takder? Kau pondan eh?
(Don't have? Are you gay?)
Muahahahah....my granny is so down wit it, 'cept she will never understand the rationale behind the up and down buttons for lifts. But 'tis ok, bro and I still luv you and we'll get married when we're ready. (I mean not to each other and all. *gag*)
Ok. Thas' all I've got to rant for now. Rock the weekend everybardy.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 11:19 p.m.
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Thursday, December 1, 2005
"with these things there's no telling..."
Bright Eyes - First Day Of My Life
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:05 a.m.
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
In my dawn a new day...
Took out my MD player (yea I’m old school like that) and listened to old songs I stored in my MDs, maybe 3-4 years ago. Once upon a time ago, I got sick of all these songs. But now they sound sooo good. Finally found Urban Xchange’s “A day without you” and one hit wonder "Voices of Theory", amidst my collection. I loved/love those songs. Like familiar scents, songs can send a surge of memories….soo…I was getting high on the nostalgia as I stoned in front of my laptop waiting for my wireless internet to come to its senses. *insert stoned-expressed face with headphones here*
Today, had waffle crisps cereal, 1 and a half donuts, a cafe mocha, cheese prata, mushroom prata, gelare waffles, a sip of yellow curry, a sip of green curry, lotsa sips of tom yum seafood and an avocado milkshake. *burp* I dunno why I'm listing these, 'coz it wasn't the food la, it was the company. =)
Anyways. (The long-overdue) My cousin’s article scan .
And finally.
Due to some last minute changes, we got the new car Today instead of January next year. While I miss the ol’ Honda (which was given away on Sunday), I Could Drive This New Baby Forever. Auto is sucha breeze, Power Steering is such a Beautiful Invention. THANK YOU.
Now the trouble with a black car is distinguishing it among a sea of black cars in a dark lot. I used to be able to spot the ol’ green Honda from a mile away but just now, shaz, sharm and me confidently (while engrossed in a chat I think) stood by the doors of a Nissan Sunny (which is So not the car I'm driving) for maybe 5 seconds before I realized hey since when did I put a water bottle and a white towel at the backseat before I suddenly went “OY! This is not my carr!!” wahahahah.
Lucky we didn’t set off the alarm.
It’s ok….me and the mitsu will have plenty of time to get to know each other better. =)
I’m lovin’ it. Padapap papp paap.
On the other hand, let's not forget how much the loyal Honda has been quite a significant entity in the last many many years in my family's history. hehah.
Here’s to the good ol’ Accord who has served us well. Scrapping the car but not the memories….sooooo many many memoriessssss..*sniff*
bye bye baby.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:11 a.m.
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Saturday, November 26, 2005
parting gift
I bet you could never tell
That I knew you didn't know me that well.
It is my fault, you see,
You never learned that much from me.
...I bet your fortress fades.
Belight your fort ablaze.
It was by the grace of me
You never learned what I could see.
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Erasing the text messages,
but not the memories...
=)
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(Blar-tee hell. My internet connection is wack.)
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 03:09 p.m.
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Friday, November 25, 2005
In geek news...
Did yall know (if you did, ok fine. I'm a tad slow) that 'til Jan. next year, yall can loan up to 8 items (for regular members) and 16(!!!)items (for premium members) at the library? Weeeeheee, I've always had the dilemma of which mag not to borrow even though I can afford 8...now I can get some DVDs On Top of the books and mags. Awesome.
---Double Up on Your Reading---
For a limited period from 1 November 2005 to 31 January 2006, NLB is doubling the loan limit for our readers. YES, regular members can borrow up to 8 items and premium members, up to 16 items.
It's our way of saying thank you to our library customers for their kind support.
This offer is valid only for NLB library members and Friends of the Library.
-NLB
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Don't ya just love thank-yous?
Ok, I'm off to the library. Bye.
Give thanks and breathe it in.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 05:26 p.m.
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
cousin mania
I seem to be pimpin' my cousins in my blog. But how can I not? They're.....a bundle of joy. hahaha.
From today's edition of The Straits Times, Life! section:
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Teenage sensation
Ahmad Syarifullah, the first runner-up of singing contest Teenage Icon, will perform at the ChildAid concert
By Ng Hui Hui
MEDIA REPORTER
His lecturer father is apprehensive about Ahmad Syarifullah performing in public.
Still, the 16-year-old student from Woodlands Ring Secondary School has said yes to participating in the Child Aid concert on Dec 7 and 8.
He will perform R&B singer Jay Sean's Eyes On You in the charity concert organised by The Straits Times (ST) and The Business Times (BT) and held at the University Cultural Centre.
Besides showcasing Singapore's young musical talents, it also aims to raise $300,000 for The ST School Pocket Money and The BT Budding Artists funds. They will share the proceeds.
Ahmad, who prefers to be known as Syarif, says: 'My father, who's very religious, has the impression that once you dabble in music, your life will be all about sex and drugs.
'But I want to let him know that everybody makes different choices and my path will be different from those.'
Syarif is the first runner-up in the Teenage Icon singing competition organised by Teenage magazine in June this year.
He will be cutting his first album in February and hopes that taking part in ChildAid will hone his stage presence.
President S R Nathan will grace the opening gala on Dec 7, which is for corporate sponsors. The second night is open to the public. Tickets for the second night are selling well. As of yesterday, only about 30 per cent of 1,390 tickets were left.
So far, 11 companies have pledged a total of $232,000. Among them are Cerebos Pacific, Citibank, Petra Foods and NTUC Income.
Syarif says: 'I haven't told my father about the concert yet, but I'm sure he'll approve of it since it's for charity.'
ChildAid will be held at the University Cultural Centre on Dec 7 and 8. The first night is for corporate sponsors while the second night is open to the public. Tickets at $10, $15 and $25 from Sistic (tel: 6348-5555). Corporate sponsors can contact Shahrena Hassan on 6319-5097 or shahrena@sph.com.sg.
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Hm…they just had to highlight the dad issue. But I’m not surprised. That’s the juiciest part of the story.
On a less juicier note, I'll just add that I'm very grateful for Syarif's help (and Alif's, his partner in crime and rhyme) for always being so willing and ever ready to fork out their beats or songs when I need an original tune for any school projects. Rap on, cuzzins!
Now ‘scuse me while I go tease riff bout the pose… "Chak!" hehahahah..
Will post the pic when I've time.
I'm lovin' the weather. Read the papers, yall.
Later!
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:01 p.m.
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
if god was on the radio...
Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
through myself and back again
Where?
I don't know.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:45 a.m.
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005
emily potter and the goblok of fire
Watched goblet of fire with the cousins and a few aunts and uncles last saturday night. I confess. I haven't read any Potter books, have just watched the movies...coz I love me some (Kids) Fantasy escapism fun (on the big screen anyway). But harry potter ain't no kid movie anymore. Yay! I love me some darkness too. Ralph Fiennes rocks my socks. He seems to excel in ugly-looking roles (altho he's otherwise). I hear he's a method actor. Maybe deep down, all he really wants is to be ugly?
And my oh my, don't you love watching (cute) kids all grown up? I do..
Y'know, I think if Daniel Rad puts on a hat, in a few years' time, he could look like Justin T!
He just has ....284,693 strands of facial hair to go. (although he's more than caught up already on the eyebrow department.)
And then...there's the boy who made the young girls cry. Robert Pattinson aka Cedric Diggory.
Swoon-some eh. Cor blimey, I'm getting the Demi-Syndrome. Help.
Oh ya, saw a hot male celebrity at the box office. Unfortchoonatelay, my gay-dar went beepin outta control. And so did my cousin's. Darnz. Wot. a. waste.
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Today I went to see what the big deal was with this Emily Rose Exorcism.
"Give Azzz her money baaaaaaaaaack!."
ok la. Shouldn't go watch this movie with the expectation of watching a really good horror movie. It was more like a halloween special of "The Practice" - Courtroom drama schamama that wants you to leave the theatre pondering over the kids-pool-deep question over whether spirits exist. When you fight science with superstition, do you believe or don't you believe?
But...so what if I do, and so what if I don't?
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Anywayz.
Do you like kids? If you do...
Vote for my ‘lil cousins for the Mothercare Trendy Babes contest!
Click here.
- At the purple bar on the left, scroll down to CONTESTS and click on “Read More”
- Then Scroll down under “ONGOING”, under “MOTHERCARE TRENDY BABES contest 2, click on “contestants with names starting with A-K”.
- Wotch out for the first 2: Vote for Adil Or Aisha. (or whoever else you think's cute la)
Adil’s the latest addition to the family recently, he lurrrrrrrves the camera. You just have to point a camera to him and pretend you’re taking his photo and he’ll give you his big 3-tooth grin. According to my aunt's maid, he has Alfalfa hair "that never goes to sleep". He also has a burger ramly face I just wanna bite.
Aisha also lurrrrrrrves the camera, she could take my handphone and take loadsa pictures of herself by herself…..forever, until there is no space left in my phone to take anymore pics. She also likes to throw my slippers and bring back someone else’s slippers in replacement of em. Hehahahah
And oh, if you’re wondering the resemblance, yea they’re sibs.
I’ve no idea what they can win but vote anyways!!
Voting ends 9th Dec 2005.
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*Burp* I'm so full. Liza's off to Oklahoma on Friday, think I should treat her a bon voyage lunch tomorrow....but dunno where...nevamind. Somehow I will have a diarrhea of solutions for this when the stomach's empty.
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By the way, g-star-ian, thanx for the mix-tape CD you burnt..and for letting me use the toilet..and..oh ya, I just remembered, do I owe you 2 bux for the prata and teh peng or adakah ia akan di-hallalkan sua. wahahahah.
peace off.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:16 a.m.
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Sunday, November 20, 2005
"we all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.."
kinda had a long entry typed out but...self-censorship got the better of me. Words are powerful. I don't wanna be careless with 'em.
over the week I've learnt that family will always be your rearview mirror, always got your back even if for some reason, you turn away from them.
Now.
Will you sell your gold
or your soul?
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So anyways,
the other day, I was watching "Amityville Horror" in my room, all alone, with the lights off, at night.
Watched all the way until this part.
Then my finger spasm-ed towards the stop button.
hahahahh.
Then I thought...y'know might not be sucha bad idea to watch this in the day, 'stead.
Now what is the deal with this emily rose......
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By the way, welcome back to SG, your royal shaz-ness!
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 11:01 p.m.
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Thursday, November 17, 2005
every 'lil thing that you say or do....
VS 
Pop's still groovin' as Britney takes maternity leave.
In her new album, Madonna loves NYC and talks some trash. I love Madge. Kabbalah or no Kabbalah. But dance music is not really ma cuppa tea. And Mad couldn’t convince me. “Hung Up” is prolly the best song in the album and I loved “Sorry” and “Push”, thas’all. Somewhere in AussieLand at a Breast Cancer survivors Anonymous meeting, Kylie screams “Ripoff!!!”.
I can’t help comparing “Confessions” to Gwen Stef’s L.A.M.B. Now I’m so Not a fan of 80’s pop, but GwenStef shoved it in my face like it’s a double choc chip macadamia nut cookie. Got me hooked on all that synth-ful pop.
Granted, they're both very different records but L.A.M.B is more delish, hands down! Plus there's only so far you can innovate yourself.
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ETA: S'pore Idol is Back
The second season of Singapore Idol will kick off next February when audition rounds begin.
Mr Steven Ong, MediaCorp's managing executive producer of entertainment productions, said details have not been finalised and will be revealed later.
The show is brought in by MediaCorp and FremantleMedia.
At a press conference yesterday at Swissotel The Stamford, Mr Ong said the show's host and judges could not be confirmed either. But the programme is slated to air in 'the first half of the year'.
The TV singing contest originated in Britain where media company FremantleMedia launched Pop Idol in 2001. It spawned the vastly popular American version.
Audition rounds for the first season of Singapore Idol were held in June last year with its TV premiere on National Day.
The show reached its climax on Dec 1 at the Singapore Indoor Stadium with Taufik Batisah, now 24, being crowned the first Singapore Idol in front of over 8,000 fans.
Taufik, who completed his National Service three weeks ago, went on to release his debut album, Blessings, in January. It has sold over 30,000 copies.
-The Straits Times-
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:08 p.m.
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Immunity idle
Yea..aren't we all..
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“9:50 gv marina confirmed this sat. It should b a long movie so must tell ur mom You’ll be home late.”
….goes the sms from my uncle.
So sad at 21, going out for a movie with the fam, I still have to get the OK from the motha.
The car’s being a ‘lil bitch these days. But me still loves it =) (yea I just had to add the latter in case it dies on me for saying the former.) No. really.
Today I learnt that idle-ness itches the appetite. When I’m bored, I’m hungry. I also learnt, only today, that Frente’s “bizarre love triangle” is a New Order cover. No wonder the song sounded a tad lesbian-ish on the Frente's girl perspective.
So. How many of us still buy CDs? Raise your hands!
yea…just what I thought.
It’s an mp3 iTunes music world these days mang, CD covers might become endangered. *gasp*
Anyways, for some good laughs, here’s 100 of the worst ever CD covers from Pitchfork.
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Now.
Imagine you’re at the 500,000 dollar stage of the “Who wants to be a millionaire” game show and if you answer the next question, you get the friggin’ Million, and the question is:
What is Automatonopimpauthoragraphobia?
A: Fear of all mankind kind waking up as a demonic fruit
B: Fear that anything sharp will stab you some how
C: The fear of being accosted by the pimpsexual image of an authority figure
D: The fear of pillowcases with drool stains.
ZOING! goes your head. The letters “W”, “T” and “F” circling the corners of your vision. What do you do? What do you do? Whaaaaaaaat do you do???
Say you have one last lifeline la huh.
Say you get to call a friend.
Say you call me.
Say I answer the call. I ask you what the flying dutchman’s wearing and this better not be a prank call and ask you for the 5 bux you owe me for that stupid neoprint card thingy that says 'friends forever' you wanted us to take last week coz I had this rash and you thought I was gonna die.. and at the last 3 seconds I’ll say, “Damn gurl, if you want to know so much, Automatonopimpauthoragraphobia is The fear of being accosted by the pimpsexual image of an authority figure. You know like P. Diddy in a policeman suit…and…zephod beeb…”
And I get cut off the line.
Then you tell FD, the host, the answer is C: The fear of being accosted by the pimpsexual image of an authority figure. (because you know, if there's anyone you'd trust with a million dollar question, it's me) And FD does his “are you sure” thing for five and half times then pauses for like the longest 3 seconds of your life…and says, “Cong-gra-tu-la-tions, You are our first ever Singaporean to ever complete this game and win a Million Dollars!!!”
And in your orgasmic excitement, you scream “FUCK!!!” repeatedly and too bad the show was live, so the producers couldn't censor that ‘cept the studio director tried to on your third screaming of the same word but couldn’t get the beep to sync even though the censor-man sits with his fingers on the beep-button with the concentration of a 10 year-old on his x box Doom 3 demo.
So then, not only are you the first Singaporean millionaire on the gameshow but you also became the first local ever to curse that badly on channel 5 and walk away with a million bucks (!). (There are so many records left to break in this tiny red dot of an island)
And next day, I’d ask you for my 5 bux (with god knows how many per cent interest rate charge now). And you’d ask me how the Hell did I know the answer.
And I’d say it’s really simple.
See it’s the day I finally finished all my exams. And I chanced upon crazy stuff online like this photoshop contest. And yea…the rest is history.
(Or pretty much….fantasy for now.)
hmmmmmmm. Say….D’you think I’d get my 5 bux plus interest back? And if I asked for like...a Mazda in lieu of the 5 bux............
(I somehow think...that that's one of the ways that I could ever get a Mazda RX 8 of my own.) sigh.
oh but I digress. My point is: it always pays to waste your time surfing around interesting sites.
peace.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:40 a.m.
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Monday, November 14, 2005
but trust me on the sunscreen
I came across the sunscreen song the other day. You know, that song sung (spoken) by Baz Lurhmann back in '99. The lyrics were from an article in The Chicago Tribune by Mary Schmich.
It's one of those things that you could need once in awhile: some good advice.
some of my favourite parts:
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
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Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
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Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
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Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
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Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
Read the full article here.
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Today I've learnt that sometimes you have to listen to obstacles. Because Mr obstacles has seen the side to which you're heading to and can tell you it's not worth wasting your time overcoming him 'coz there is nothing on the other side.
If you'd know how to listen.
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3 more hours to year-end freeeeedom.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 11:57 a.m.
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
when a thought crosses your mind...
Hi. I went on a mini blog-fast. To purge my paranoia of having my words on the world wide web. Was being discomforted over how those who lurk into these pages can manipulate, regurgitate, wrongly-translate, extrapolate and speculate on my words.
But you know, I can’t control that so….
I don’t give a blogger’s ball anymore.
Part of getting by day to day is a dose of ignorance. Just a dose.
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So …I’m ready to ramble now.
Bro was showing the photos he took in Hong Kong last week. There was a photo of some sign at some dark back alley (I think) which said this:
“When a thought crosses your mind, does it like what it sees?”
Whoa. *shrug*
I asked bro to take some glam shots of the dear old Honda before we give it away. YAY. We’re gonna decorate the Accord’s tombstone with a well-deserved respectable photo that’ll keep us coming back to pay our respects. Haha.
By the way, life seems to be kinda airy lately. Like a Marge Simpson wig has been lifted off my head. (well yea I did get a haircut, just a tad, but no that’s not what I’m referring to)
One more paper and then the holidays.
OH, I got a hari raya card all the way from Indonesiaaaa. And from someone unexpected. Nevertheless, it's the cutest raya card ever and nice to know I'm still thought of after all these years and all the way from over there. rufus.
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Today I learnt that it’s not about discerning the other, it’s about discerning myself.
Who they are is how I see them to be.
Life’s a breeze, wanna share my air?
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 02:08 a.m.
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