How ar?

How do you make 2 different beams of protons go in opposite direction in an LHC? Tell me please !

HEYPI DE LEI

woot!

Busy week

So at the beginning of the week when we started processing all the backlog, we had a record number of applications. We had to clock lots of hours of OT, but it wasn't that bad, we cleared it in 3 days.

I noticed that many of the applications are from foreigners applying for utilites at district 9/10/11, and some of them are still in their 20s. Makes me jealous.


I also noticed an application filled in by a Chinese, you know how you're supposed to fill in the 6 digit postal code after the "S" at the end of the sentence. This lady was a genius. She filled in "ingapor". She made me laughed so hard, i think i hyperventilated.


Also last night i was at Central, oh boy i didn't know black pig's meat was so awesome

When i was in Secondary school

They made us take a personality test. If i recall correctly, it was the Myers-Briggs type indicator test.

After they processed the test results, et al. We were given our personalities and recommended jobs. The top job recommended to me was "clown".





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Life and How to Survive It

I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.

Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.

You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they’re wrong.

The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.

Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.

That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.

What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.

What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.

The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.

Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan "Arbeit macht frei" was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.

I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.

Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

You’re going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there’s no life expectancy.







Shamelessly copy pasted from http://mrwangsaysso.blogspot.com/

Singaporeans are stupid.

Lady: "Oh hay i'm moving into my new apartment tomorrow, i'll sign up for utilities today ^_^"


Me: "Sorry mam, the tomorrow's appointment slots for utilities turn on are all taken"


Lady: "I don't care, i signed up yesterday, i want a slot, i'm moving in tomorrow."


Me (In my head): !@$#&!*(@&@%

Me (Out loud): "I'll try my best."






















idiots.



Edit: I also got a new nickname

Awkward picture found

Yes, that is sun yan zi~ Picture taken by someone from EDMW

I really like my workplace

Today, someone had severe abdominal pains. To the extent that, someone, couldn't stand up straight.

Being the genius that, i am. I called for an ambulance (well to be fair my supervisor asked me to call for one too). But i did it with my cellphone. Now i'm praying that i wouldn't get a $50 charge because i called in a non-emergency call.

No, shes not having her period. I don't know whats wrong with her. I'm half hoping its something serious so i wouldn't have to pay :3. I'm awesome like that.

I wonder if i can claim it with the company if they really charge me for it.

Hours after the incident, the female colleagues are making jokes about menstrual pains/menstruation again.

This place rocks.

I like my workplace

Today, i sat outside, surrounded by female colleagues, typing along, when i caught wind of the word "pads".

They were discussing brands/sizes/heavy loads. Then the discussion descended into jokes about wearing adult diapers instead of pads and how funny it would be to wear them under a skirt.

I like my work.



Also i got another new nickname today. I can't decide if "Chicken" or "jiejie" is better.

Today! IMM!

I went to IMM today.


I bought this:

$2 only~


Resulting in this:

So cool hor, cannot see my flaws also :D

Also you can probably tell its my first time using a mask. I think you're supposed to peel this thing off in one piece. I rubbed it off. : I

Today

Today i had a haircut.
I'm pretty pleased with my new short haircut.

I was suppose to meet Puay Yong at five.
She came at five and a half.
Puay Yong says not nice.
Puay Yong is blind.

As I age, the shorter i want my hair to be.

I wonder why i like long hair so much in my secondary days so much.

v0v

Argh

Dear diary,

I woke up 45 minutes ago.

I had my shower 40 minutes ago.

I had my breakfast 25 minutes ago.

It started raining 20 minutes ago.

I felt like going back to bed 15 minutes ago.

Stupid work.

See you 12 hours later.

Tonights dinner with some other dish to wash it down

So today's evening started as like every other evening with me asking "今晚去哪里啊？" after tea time at 3pm.

Nothing interesting came up from the Sunday Times, so me and my sister went off to hungrygowhere.com.

I found something interesting:

http://www.hungrygowhere.com/singapore/admiral_bar_grill/

But this isn't something my parents would fancy, so having no ideas at around 6pm, i turned to other people.

Leaving the house without any ideas, except for the same old haunts, my dad had a sudden brilliant spark flash across his brain.

"Defu lane 的那个喽,要不要?"

I almost forgot about Seafood Paradise, i jumped at that idea.

Reaching Seafood Paradise at 6:45pm after driving round Sengkang/Buangkok for a while looking for Kovan (-___-)

It was packed. We were told we might have to wait for 45mins.



The sky was looking ominous at this time.

About 20 minutes later, we got a table.



Location couldn't be worse, it was outside the area covered by the retractable roofing.

When the waitress came to take our orders, the four of us complained, very rare for us all to voice out together. I guess we love our food.

So after some reasoning, we got a new place~



Not ideal though, but better.

We ordered the famous creamy butter crab, then just add another fish + tofu to finish the combo.


This thing is orgasmic with the fried man tou. Its sweet/slightly spicy and not disgustingly buttery too.

Awesome :D











Also anyone want to go to Admiral Bar & Grill ?

Interview today!

http://www.straitstimes.com/Latest%2BNews/Singapore/STIStory_253809.html

Read that article.

I had an interview there in the afternoon, i thought my interview was going to be postponed for sure : D


Anyway i got the job :woop:

What I Am Thinking About Right Now

I'm bored.

Its been 4 days since nothing came exciting came up from my agent.

I called her this morning. She said nothing.

Another agent called me at 7:30pm today. Maybe i should take her up on the call center job.

I don't know if i should take it up.

Or should i wait for banks offers again.

Hmm. Dilemmas dilemmas.

I'm bored.

: [

mani says (7:48 PM):
why u come back ar
mani says (7:49 PM):
how is ur business
It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you ~Bertrand Russell~ says (7:50 PM):
i divorcing
It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you ~Bertrand Russell~ says (7:50 PM):
tat's why im bck
It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you ~Bertrand Russell~ says (7:50 PM):
gonna study
mani says (7:50 PM):
huh u were married meh
It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you ~Bertrand Russell~ says (7:50 PM):
-.-
It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you ~Bertrand Russell~ says (7:50 PM):
duh
mani says (7:50 PM):
married to who
mani says (7:50 PM):
who made u pregnant
It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you ~Bertrand Russell~ says (7:50 PM):
someone lah
It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you ~Bertrand Russell~ says (7:50 PM):
u dunoe de
mani says (7:50 PM):
loooooool so kyrre wasn't joking

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What Happened to All the Nice Guys

"What Happened to All the Nice Guys?"

I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out.

What happened to all the nice guys?

The answer is simple: you did.

See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.

At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.

Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"

Well, once again, you did.

You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.

Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.

So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:

1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.

I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.

If you were five years younger.

So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've fucked yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't fucking want you, now.

Sincerely,

A Recovering Nice Guy

Nice article. Shamelessly stolen from craigslist.

Lie bot, what is the saddest thing?

I laughed

Tonight's dinner

I came back from 85 tonight.

Heres some grainy pictures of 85 as proof





I finally understood what the hype over 85's ba chor mee was about. It was worth it.

Also that Chan's BBQ also nice, the chilli is shiok.

The chicken wings also nice, skin is crispy.

Oh man so full

Today, I went out!

So, i collected my Diploma today, after almost four weeks. Shows a lot about how much i care about this paper, eh?

Once i'm done with the collection, i went to visit nerd长老, passed him some certificate belonging to someone else, asked him for a favour, which is to pass the certificate to someone else. Talked to him for a while, he shook my hand, congratulated me on being able to enter a local university, i shook his hands, thanked him for teaching me in polytechnic. Before leaving, he encouraged me to read up on the the first year modules of mechanical engineering, the foundations, before entering the uni. I agree. And i left his office with "if i got any questions regarding physics, i'll call you okay." SP toilet is still as disgusting as before, unlike FC2.

After looking like an indecisive idiot at Dover MRT, i finally settled down on not going home and going to Isetan's Hokkaido Fair.


Butter manju. Comes in two flavours, custard and red bean. The fragrance of freshly baked manju is awesome because of the butter, the fillings aren't too sweet, so i guess its okay. $1.20 for each, $11 for 10.




Mochi, i bought the ones on a stick with red bean, sweet sauce (i think), then one with green tea, red bean and one with miso sauce with a leaf wrapped around it



They make it look so appetizing : D

Leaf not edible~





EXPENSIVE MELONS!!!!!!! :O







I think i'll go back to eat scallops tomorrow

All About My Dog - Marimo

MARIMO T_______________T

Square Root of Three

I just saw Harold and Kumar, Escape from Guantanamo Bay. Towards the ending there is this very cute poem by Dave Feinberg, its called,

Square Root of Three

√3

"I’m sure that I will always be,
A lonely number like root three.
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun,
as one point seven three two one
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed"

Oh god, so nerd and so romantic.

What..?

: (

I modified my blog

Its best if you viewed this with a screen resolution of 1280. Not that i post things which requires a resolution of 1280 x N often.

I made the fonts larger so you guys can read easier.

I changed the width and position of some parts, because i wanted some muzik and embedded imeem.

imeem screwed the tables up, it wasn't displaying properly, so i modified it.


Also, I think my blog has boring colours. You should suggest what colours i use.

Ideas contributed by Kelly

mani says (11:06 PM):
you should gimme a topic to blog about

kellis; kanon und gigue. says (11:10 PM):
ur dreams

kellis; kanon und gigue. says (11:10 PM):
as in aspirations

mani says (11:10 PM):
Dun really have much of those leh : \

all i hope is to get into senior management roles

mani says (11:11 PM):
then earn lots of money

mani says (11:11 PM):
etc

mani says (11:11 PM):
: \

mani says (11:11 PM):
very generic leh

kellis; kanon und gigue. says (11:11 PM):
wa lao

mani says (11:11 PM):
Ya lor

mani says (11:11 PM):
boring de

kellis; kanon und gigue. says (11:11 PM):
den how u go abt getting there

mani says (11:11 PM):
backstab everyone who is better than me, climb on top using the backs of people who are lousier than me

I MAEK PIE TODAY

Pastry skin dun have egg wash, no brown, then not puffy also 失败 : (

Filling can make it for parents, because no sugar, but not sweet for me 失败 : (

Shopping today

So i woke up at 9 today.

Went out today, got my face wash for cheap.

Walked to Plaza Singapura, wanted to buy apple pie, but it wasn't on promotion : (

Settled for small lemon tarts instead.

Went home, feeling that the day was done, preparing to sleep when my parents came home.

Tea time.

Then newspapers.

When i came back to my room, a missed call from my sister, and a sms

"You want to buy watch? Suntec got watch sale. only today. For dkny diesel emporio fossil etc."

Yay, i was sold on the idea.

To cut a long story short, i went down, with 20minutes to go, and i bought this:





Happy le~




Oh also i apologise to the lady promoting Heineken mini kegs at Suntec carrefour. I am prudish, but i cannot help myself

So i woke up 15minutes ago

I woke up 15minutes ago.

Which was about 35 minutes later than the 7 am alarm which i set.

Which is about one hour before i have to leave home.

So in my drunken half awake half asleep manner, i thought i was late.

I took off my shirt and pants in my room and just grab anything that was hanging behind my door to wear.

Then i realised that i'm such an idiot, so i turned this computer on and went to spread a thick layer of Nutella on my bread.

So here i am, two slices of Nutella smothered bread in my tummy, tea on my table, music in the background, fan blowing at my head from behind and me typing nonchalantly on the computer.

Today will be a good day :)

Trip to Polyclinic!

I went to the polyclinic today to get a referral.





The registration wait was okay.

It was the wait for the consultation that was killing me. I arrived around 10am, i had my consultation at 12:30pm. I didn't even spent more than 5 minutes in the room. Our healthcare system should let people with simple problems/requests have priority.

Stupid slow public healthcare system >: [


Also, my 好人脸 worked up again. Got little boy ask me to help him open a bottle cap while i'm on my way to the bus stop.

Kee zhang for breakfast!

They're mini.
Really small.
I had four.
With kaya.

Last day of work

Last day of work,

I say good bye to this cold place



Thats -33 deg C


And i donated blood!











All i got in return was a stupid sticker, a pack of iron pills, a squishy ball, some nice looking bandage, a cup of drink and a curry puff.



Hay not bad at all

Something i wrote to share with you guys

I wrote this minutes for an exercise under the module called Communication Skills for Work, while i'm still in SP.

I sat in front of my computer wondering how should i write something decent. I couldn't. So i went wild instead.

FIREFOX 3 IS AWESOME

You should download Firefox 3 when the official download day arrives! Its an awesome browser, just download NoScript and AdBlockPlus and you can block out popup ads and malwares!

Lets set a Guinness record for them too!

http://blog.mozilla.com/blog/2008/05/28/set-a-firefox-world-record/

USMC Silent Drill Platoon

This is pretty cool

好人脸

I have a 好人脸.

What is a 好人脸? You ask.

It is the type of face which you look to when you're lost or in need of help, knowing that you need not repay the favour.

Throughout the two months of traveling to and fro my workplace. I have several fellow MRT passengers or people on the streets asking me for directions. In the first month, i had three old uncles asking me the location of places in Singapore. And if they are on the right train to the destination.

In my second month, while waiting for that slow train to Boon Lay MRT station to chug into Outram Park MRT station, an elderly Japanese man with his family tagging along approached me, with halting English, he asked

"Harro... Chinatown... how to...?"

I understood ( ) what he needed and led him to the NE line, while flaunting my halting Japanese

"Nihonjin deska~?"

"Yes yes, Ohhhhh your japanese good-de~"

Heh, . After leading him to the right train, he bowed together with his wife, we bid our farewell and i slow jogged back to catch my train.

Then today, as i was making my way through the traffic to the MRT station and simultaneously beoing this hot girl in front of me, a Chinese tourist, not hot, approached me out of the many pedestrians, to ask me for street directions.

I couldn't help him, so i just said sorry and made my way, behind the pretty girl to the MRT station.

These incidents, where i was approached for directions and help, led me believe i have 好人脸. Approachable, and posing no threat.











Also how people always come talk to me only when they need help, fags.

張懸：寶貝

"我的寶貝寶貝　給你一點甜甜　讓你今夜都好眠
我的小鬼小鬼 逗逗你的眉眼　讓你喜歡這世界

哇啦啦啦啦啦　我的寶貝　倦的時候有個人陪
哎呀呀呀呀呀　我的寶貝 要你知道你最美

我的寶貝寶貝　給你一點甜甜　讓你今夜很好眠
我的小鬼小鬼 捏捏你的小臉　讓你喜歡整個明天

哇啦啦啦啦啦　我的寶貝　倦的時候有個人陪
哎呀呀呀呀呀　我的寶貝 要你知道你最美

哇啦啦啦啦啦　我的寶貝　孤單時有人把你想念
哎呀呀呀呀呀　我的寶貝 要你知道你最美"

I was browsing Amulet's BB blog this afternoon and i chanced upon this song!

What a find!

How is blogging like?

Stevie Wonder - Saturn

"Packing my bags-going away
To a place where the air is clean
On saturn
There's no sense to sit and watch the people die
We don't fight our wars the way you do
We put back all the things we use
On Saturn
There's no sense to keep on doing such crimes

There's no principles in what you say
No direction in the things you do
For your world is soon to come to a close
Through the ages all great men have taught
Truth and happiness just can't be bought-or sold
Tell me why are you people so cold

I'm......
Going back to Saturn where the rings all glow
Rainbow, moonbeams and orange snow
On Saturn
People live to be two hundred and five
Going back to saturn where the people smile
Don't need cars cause we've learn to fly
On Saturn
Just to live to us is our natural high

We have come here many times before
To find your strategy to peace is war
Killing helpless men, women and children
That don't even know what they are dying for
We can't trust you when you take a stand
With a cold expression on your face
Saying give us what we want or we'll destroy

I'm......
Going back to Saturn where the rings all glow
Rainbow, moonbeams and orange snow
On Saturn
People live to be two hundred and five
Going back to saturn where the people smile
Don't need cars cause we've learn to fly
On Saturn
Just to live to us is our natural high"

I've been listening to Stevie Wonder's Songs In The Key Of Life tonight. Its nice seeing him writing a song about the depravity of our society with a very nice space-ish tune. The songs touched on all the usual negative topics like war and politics. But i noticed something:

"We don't fight our wars the way you do
We put back all the things we use
On Saturn
There's no sense to keep on doing such crimes"

Not putting back all the things we use is a crime?
: \

Well i guess he has a point if he is talking about human consumption of fossil fuel, or how we are making sharks go the way of the dodo bird.

Anyway, click on the video and listen.

Why you would want me to keep blogging

Its true. >: [

My mother's view of me has probably changed

I came home today with my mother giving me a weird look.

It was slightly different from the usual look she give whenever i say "I bought roast chicken!" upon reaching home (the woman hates me giving her dinner surprises, messes up her dinner plans, she says).

I bought durian puffs instead, for tonight. But the woman doesn't have supernatural sniffing powers. She couldn't have had told that i bought them. She knew when i was eating it in front of her though.

Then i went into my room and discovered my pack of free esquire condom was removed from its letter packaging and laid in front of my computer desktop.

: | I wonder what shes thinking about that

Oh and i forgot to add!

I selected NUS Chemistry. I'm still waiting for my appeal to go through though. This is inconsequential, because if my appeal doesn't go through, i'll just apply for NTU's Mechanical Engineering again. Too bad NUS is stingy when it comes to reducing study time for polytechnic students. Its location is so much more appeasing compared to NTU's too.

Lifes difficult dilemmas : <

Why you should get me a bike

: D~


I'd probably not be able to afford that. Realistically, i'd be able to buy an Avalanche 3.0, but then it'd probably burn up half of this month's salary.

But theres something wrong about the Avalanche 3.0, it doesn't come in red. Its common knowledge that red ones go faster, therefore i cannot pick any of the 2008 Avalanche 3.0 models.

Life's tough dilemmas :(

mani ( o '-' ) b says (8:21 PM):
Tell me something thought provoking so i can write a blog entry about it
graduation: TML! says (8:22 PM):
u are a horny guy
mani ( o '-' ) b says (8:22 PM):
Thats not true, but i can't prove it
graduation: TML! says (8:22 PM):
u can
graduation: TML! says (8:22 PM):
stay chaste your whole life
graduation: TML! says (8:22 PM):
have u watched 40 year old virgin?
mani ( o '-' ) b says (8:23 PM):
I'll do it

Today is a good day

Everything went smoothly at work.

This is what i handle, by the way.


I bought two DVDs.


I came home without finding my aunt on my bed. She has left.

I had dinner at some place i wanted to eat for a long time.

I backed out at the thought of donating blood though. : D

Tomorrow should be even better, because my family is going shopping : D

my aunt!

I came home from work today to find my aunt missing,

so i asked my mom, "姨妈在哪里？"

"Oh,在你床上睡觉,hahahahhaha"

"SMRJRPJ~!?"

"Hahahhahahaha"

My immediate thought was how inconvenient it would be for me to take off my jeans (i normally just strip in my own room), and how shes going to dirty my bed (my bed is sacred to me).

I wanted to rage. She had her own bed.

I didn't.

Heres why:

When i was young, my mom was working, therefore she asked my aunt to take care of me when i was a baby. There was a family joke for a while when i was under twelve years old. I was called "ahlulu" because my ability to down milk as a baby. It was said that the normal nipple tip of a milk bottle cap was not big enough to sate my thirst, my aunt actually cut a bigger hole for me.

So.... ahlulu was my nickname. I didn't like the nickname, therefore i didn't like her >: [

So being the arrogant asshat that i was, i called her a "chicken byebye"

I thought I was a genius, they wouldn't know my hidden insult, turns out they(i said that in front of her family) weren't dumb, i was no genius either.

She didn't reprimand me, but i recalled that she appeared saddened by it.

I didn't feel great about myself too. Asshats have genuine human feelings too, okay.

Over the years, she seemed to have forgotten about it, i saw her again, at a cousin's wedding. Some uncle was passing out cheques from the sale of my late grandmother's properties, when my uncle passed this particular aunt her share, she cried and rejected it, i don't know why, but i had the smarts to not ask out loud there and then.

Later on, i found out that she loaned money from the uncle to pay for the education of her three grown children. She worked in Singapore as a nanny to support her children, even then it was not enough. I was also told her husband does not work much back in her town.

I had a new found respect for the woman.

I didn't yell at her, i walked into my room silently, placed my belongings down on the table beside my bed.

And i woke her up, what a dumb ass.

"豪，你做完工了啊？"

"uh, 你继续睡lo"

"躺躺而已"

I turn on my computer and asked if she wanted some music, she declined and i walked out with my pants for change.



She probably treats me like one of her sons.

Not Metta

After completing that post below, my aunt who is visiting, walked into my room without asking, plonked her luggage onto my bedroom floor and said,

"我睡哪里啊，毫？"

"huh, 你不可以睡在这里！".

I then directed her to my sister's room.


I fail at being metta.

Metta

I'm going metta from now on:

Mettā (Pāli) or maitrī (Sanskrit) has been translated as "loving-kindness,"[1][2] "friendliness,"[3][4][5] "benevolence,"[4][2] "amity,"[3] "friendship,"[4] "good will,"[4] "kindness,"[6] "love,"[3] "sympathy,"[3] and "active interest in others."[3] It is one of the ten pāramitās of the Theravāda school of Buddhism, and the first of the four Brahmavihāras. The mettā bhāvanā ("cultivation of mettā") is a popular form of meditation in Buddhism.

The object of mettā meditation is loving kindness (love without attachment). Traditionally, the practice begins with the meditator cultivating loving kindness towards themselves,[7] then their loved ones, friends, teachers, strangers, enemies, and finally towards all sentient beings.

Buddhists believe that those who cultivate mettā will be at ease because they see no need to harbour ill will or hostility. Buddhist teachers may even recommend meditation on mettā as an antidote to insomnia and nightmares. It is generally felt that those around a mettā-ful person will feel more comfortable and happy too. Radiating mettā is thought to contribute to a world of love, peace and happiness.

Mettā meditation is considered a good way to calm down a distraught mind by people who consider it to be an antidote to anger. According to them, someone who has cultivated mettā will not be easily angered and can quickly subdue anger that arises, being more caring, more loving, and more likely to love unconditionally

I love stories

'mazz, could you come help me in here?'

mazzilliu groaned and shouted back: 'What?!' No response. She rolled her eyes; she would need to get up and find out what her father wanted. She quickly typed 'BRB, i love u' into the chat client and minimised it before dejectedly rising from her desk and making for her bedroom door.

Didn't her father know how busy she was? she thought frustratedly to herself. She had been in the middle of a very private conversation with her boyfriend Stampert, and she smiled a little thinking of how very turned on she had made him by describing in length what she was going to do to him the next time she had the chance. She scowled, remembering that her annoying father had gotten in between her and her satisfaction, once again. She slipped on her pink bunny bathrobe before unlocking and opening the door.

'What?!' she shouted, leaning out of her bedroom doorframe. She did nothing to mask her annoyance or frustration in the tone of her voice, and made certain she was loud enough for her father to hear.

'mazzy, could you give me a hand in the basement?' was the reply.
'Why don't you get someone else? I'm busy!' she screamed back.
'No one else is home, could you please come down here and help me?'

Defeated, she scowled as she stomped her way to the basement door. It was open. 'Sweetie, could you close the door? I don't want your family to know what's happening in here,' her father's voice said from somewhere nearby. She rolled her eyes and obeyed. 'and lock it too?' he added after hearing the door close.

'Are you working on some sort of secret?' she said, perking up. 'A... Christmas present you don't want them to know about?' she said coyly as she playfully glided down the stairs to the basement. She had barely stepped off the last step when everything turned black.

She woke up a fraction of a second later on the ground, her head pounding and a deafening ringing in her ears. She grimaced, too shocked to start crying. Fresh, stabbing pains came as she clenched her jaw - it was broken. She brought her hands to her face, protecting herself instinctively, just in time to receive a hard kick to her stomach.

It knocked the wind out of the girl, and she looked up at the towering, menacing figure of her father looming over her, casting his shadow over her in the gloomily-lit basement. She gawked at him lamely with bulging eyes, unable to muster enough breath to speak. 'You dirty slut!' true enjoyment roared, rolling her over with a nudge of his boot. 'Whore!' he cursed, spitting on her.

A terrible realisation dawned on the girl - the dread and guilt she felt choked her. She began to sob, holding her broken jaw to her face with both hands. As she sobbed, she choked on her own blood and spit, unable to swallow properly. true enjoyment bent down and grabbed mazzilliu by her pink bathrobe, now covered in grey dust on one side and flecked with blood. He dragged the convulsing girl a few feet away from the stairwell, into the open. He knelt next to her, pulling her close by her bathrobe. 'You're a filthy harlot!' he screamed in her face, bits of spittle flying from his mouth onto his daughter.

‘A filthy harlot!’ he repeated, punctuating his hateful remark with a vicious punch which fractured mazzilliu’s jaw further. She jerked in his grasp and went limp as the pain overcame her.

She awoke to a rhythmic nudging, untold minutes later, with no recollection at all of what had just happened. Her senses came to her slowly, groping through the fog as they ponderously gathered about her. She was draped over the workbench, and her jaw hurt fiercely. She thoughtfully tried to bring a hand to her face to inspect her wounds and lift herself off the workbench with the other arm, to look behind her and find the source of this curious nudging. A heavy weight pinned her down, hard, frustrating her attempt. The ringing in her ears began to fade away, and she began to hear a man’s voice grunting in time with the nudging.

‘You dirty slut,’ the voice said amusedly, ‘you were wet when you came down here!’ it whispered hoarsely, intimately, from close behind her ear. 'Thinking about Stampert again, you filthy whore?' She smelled the beer on the voice’s breath. The nudging became more urgent, more forceful, and suddenly, mazzilliu felt her father twitch inside her, shooting thick ropes of his seed deep into her. At this moment, the memories flooded back to her, and she knew what was happening, and what had happened.

She opened her mouth to cry, and a thick stream of blood, saliva and teeth poured out. She began to cry, convulsing and sobbing, because her father had abused her, had just raped her, just like when she was young. She cried because she was helpless, frustrated that she had believed his smiles, believed that terrible chapter was behind them, most of all that she had forgiven him. Her sobbing was cut short by a swift smack to the back of her head which jammed her jaw into the workbench, dazing her. true enjoyment grabbed the beer bottle next to his daughter and jammed it in her, fumbling with his fingers to pry her open, violating her with its full length.

‘You don’t think I know what you’ve been up to, mazz?’ true enjoyment said, his voice dripping with the power he felt. ‘That you and your little boyfriend Stampert have been sneaking off at late hours?’ he continued. mazzilliu was thrown off the workbench like a piece of meat, onto the hard poured-concrete floor. Still dazed, she could not understand let alone resist what was happening. ‘You think you’re going to tell him what a horrible man your father is? You think he’s going to save you?’ he said, the anger in his voice rising. He rolled her over. ‘Well you’re wrong!’ he shouted, laughing a bit. He knelt down beside her, looking away from the mess of his daughter, bleeding out of its nose and mouth. ‘I’m going to fix it so no man will ever love you again. You belong to me,’ he whispered to her, fully confident. His tone promised what she knew the future held for her, and what would happen if she resisted.

‘You belong to me!’ true enjoyment roared as he stood up. He stamped hard on her stomach, shattering the glass bottle inside mazzilliu. Her daze broke there suddenly, and she screamed for the first time. He stomped on her again, laughing, ‘Let’s see Stampert love you now!’ as his daughter doubled over, clawing at the terrible fire inside her. Blood and bits of glass drooled out of her as he knelt down next to her again, and she stared at him with fearful, tear-filled eyes, drinking in every detail of the horrible moment. The last thing she heard before she was overcome by the pain was her father's terrible whisper: 'I'm going to fuck you 'till you love me.'

RIDE THE SNAKE

omgomg

poast!

mani is weird

its true.