You asked me to trust you
And I did
Thanks.
Ah, the joy of laughter.
Of trust.
Of being oneself.
Faith, Hope, Love.
And trust.
And sacrifice.
And peace be to us all.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Parental Explicitives
Something occurred to me the other day. When I become a parent, how should I react when my child starts sprouting vulgarities?
If I were to scold them for saying it, wouldn't that encourage them even further, children being children and grasping for the forbidden fruit?
But, if I were to scold them, how do I put forth to them that it is wrong? After all, the words are but part of the English language, and it's simply the ill-fortune for the word itself to be swore by many, no?
And, if I do convince them to not utter it so much, how then should their anger and frustration be released?
Perplexed.
If I were to scold them for saying it, wouldn't that encourage them even further, children being children and grasping for the forbidden fruit?
But, if I were to scold them, how do I put forth to them that it is wrong? After all, the words are but part of the English language, and it's simply the ill-fortune for the word itself to be swore by many, no?
And, if I do convince them to not utter it so much, how then should their anger and frustration be released?
Perplexed.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Cuil
A new search engine is in town. I know, most of us wouldn't care about it. After all, we have Google and Yahoo! and... that's about it. Honestly, I can't really be bothered about search engines. I think one is enough.
I remember a few years ago. There were plenty of search engines available on the market, and then there were mega search engines which, ironically, searched search engines. I guess the search engines search the web pages, but with so much information available, one would need a search engine to search the search engines' results.
It's called Cuil, pronounced as Cool. It has about a 120 billion web pages, and promises to be even better than Google.
Ironically, its founders actually came from Google.
Well, you can go give it a try at www.cuil.com
I remember a few years ago. There were plenty of search engines available on the market, and then there were mega search engines which, ironically, searched search engines. I guess the search engines search the web pages, but with so much information available, one would need a search engine to search the search engines' results.
It's called Cuil, pronounced as Cool. It has about a 120 billion web pages, and promises to be even better than Google.
Ironically, its founders actually came from Google.
Well, you can go give it a try at www.cuil.com
Monday, July 28, 2008
Forum Article
I can't help but wonder at the absurdity of parents nowadays. I was reading an article in the forum page of yesterday's papers and a parent wrote in, in response to a story about children not getting enough sleep.
In her response, she questions the need for supplementary lessons, and suggests that schools should reduce the amount of homework issued and instead allow part of it to be done during school hours.
And, that strikes me as absurd. Doing homework in school? And then what? Bring schoolwork home to do? This whole argument strikes me as bullish and never-ending. School settles school work and the onus should be on parents in dealing with home work.
You stop sending your kid for guitar/piano/ballet/creative writing/speech and drama/singing/abacus/martial arts/cooking/art and craft/speak other languages except english/tuition lessons and the kid would definitely have enough time to complete the allocated homework articles.
It can be ironic how parents blame schools for loading so much work on kids that they have no time for childhood and family time. But seriously! Who says homework and family can't go together. Parents should chip in their share and not xiu shou pang guan, or stand at the road side, comment and criticize and not lend a helping hand.
Instead of gripping about it, and knowing nothing would change, well, nothing that immediately, parents should take the proactive step and be a part of their childrens' lives, and help them do their homework! Nah, kiddin. It'll probably be half right.
We need more pro-active parents, and being part of the PTA doesn't mean you're a very pro-active person either.
In her response, she questions the need for supplementary lessons, and suggests that schools should reduce the amount of homework issued and instead allow part of it to be done during school hours.
And, that strikes me as absurd. Doing homework in school? And then what? Bring schoolwork home to do? This whole argument strikes me as bullish and never-ending. School settles school work and the onus should be on parents in dealing with home work.
You stop sending your kid for guitar/piano/ballet/creative writing/speech and drama/singing/abacus/martial arts/cooking/art and craft/speak other languages except english/tuition lessons and the kid would definitely have enough time to complete the allocated homework articles.
It can be ironic how parents blame schools for loading so much work on kids that they have no time for childhood and family time. But seriously! Who says homework and family can't go together. Parents should chip in their share and not xiu shou pang guan, or stand at the road side, comment and criticize and not lend a helping hand.
Instead of gripping about it, and knowing nothing would change, well, nothing that immediately, parents should take the proactive step and be a part of their childrens' lives, and help them do their homework! Nah, kiddin. It'll probably be half right.
We need more pro-active parents, and being part of the PTA doesn't mean you're a very pro-active person either.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Memorical Music
We all want to keep memories forever, that's why keep special mementos for remembrance or simply for old times sake.
But memories fade over time. Which is why the internet has become so popular. After all, you could keep records online for ages and it wouldn't corrode or be subject to time and water - rust.
Of course, there are memories meant to be remembered, and others meant to be forgotten, yet we like to rely heavily on colors, and physical objects to jolt our memories lest they fade.
Perhaps it's a heart necklace of one's first love, or letters written during one's youth, or simple yet meaningful cards. But, have you relied on music?
I know, it's a bit hard to associate a particular piece of music with a particular memory, unless of course the memory itself involved music, like for example watching Phantom of The Opera with an old flame, and you hear a song from the musical. Or a memorable concert and somewhere along the streets, you hear a song from that concert. It may not be by the same singer or the same band, but being the same song would bring the memory back to life.
Just like I listened to Mama Ararira of the Hotel Rwanda OST. Now, if you didn't watch the movie, and you listened to the song, it wouldn't have any effect on you. But, if you did watch the movie, the song would definitely evoke vivid images and scenes from the movie.
Ah, music. The moods, the emotions, the unwritten language. That which should be heard and neither seen nor read.
But memories fade over time. Which is why the internet has become so popular. After all, you could keep records online for ages and it wouldn't corrode or be subject to time and water - rust.
Of course, there are memories meant to be remembered, and others meant to be forgotten, yet we like to rely heavily on colors, and physical objects to jolt our memories lest they fade.
Perhaps it's a heart necklace of one's first love, or letters written during one's youth, or simple yet meaningful cards. But, have you relied on music?
I know, it's a bit hard to associate a particular piece of music with a particular memory, unless of course the memory itself involved music, like for example watching Phantom of The Opera with an old flame, and you hear a song from the musical. Or a memorable concert and somewhere along the streets, you hear a song from that concert. It may not be by the same singer or the same band, but being the same song would bring the memory back to life.
Just like I listened to Mama Ararira of the Hotel Rwanda OST. Now, if you didn't watch the movie, and you listened to the song, it wouldn't have any effect on you. But, if you did watch the movie, the song would definitely evoke vivid images and scenes from the movie.
Ah, music. The moods, the emotions, the unwritten language. That which should be heard and neither seen nor read.
R.S.V.P.
'répondez s'il vous plaît'
No idea how to pronounce that, but what it means is 'Please Respond'.
Now, we know what r.s.v.p. means.
No idea how to pronounce that, but what it means is 'Please Respond'.
Now, we know what r.s.v.p. means.
Sometimes it takes a bit of wind to push away the veil to see what's inside the room.
Or a draft of wind to push away the cover and reveal the treasure within the chest.
One stick is easily broken, many sticks are hard to be broken. That, we've all heard before.
One CD is light, many CDs make lifting tougher. Bet you never heard that before.
Cheers.
Or a draft of wind to push away the cover and reveal the treasure within the chest.
One stick is easily broken, many sticks are hard to be broken. That, we've all heard before.
One CD is light, many CDs make lifting tougher. Bet you never heard that before.
Cheers.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Budget shirt revolution.
Budget shirt revolution.
I went budget shirt shopping the other day. My, my how budget shirts have changed. It's good that they have taken into account spending budgets of various age groups and redefined their product ranges.
But, seriously, I think their designers are also budget-ly paid.
True, the change is refreshing. In the past, budget shops like Giordano / Hang Ten / Bossini all aimed for the children and older age gap, not willing to enter the teenage and young adult market. That would explain the checkered shirts, alongside the single colored shirts. I bet some have the full range of colored shirts in their wardrobe.
Recently, Giordano sold a new range of shirts for casual wear with rather eye-catching slogans, I dare say. Well, not as eye-catching as fcuk but, definitely attention grabbing, for its brand symbolism and company image.
Two days ago, I stepped into Hang Ten, and was astounded to see they have also started to sell shirts with messages on it. Ain't too sure about Bossini though. [wallet can't afford it].
This is a rather interesting trend, I dare say. Good for those who like catchy shirts for a low price. And, not that bad quality too. Though you have to remember to turn your shirts inside-out for your first wash. They always forget to tell you that.
All I'm waiting for is Giordano to sell its R shirt. They have M and V and a few other letters. Hang Ten would never sell that kind of range, but it's so easy, to design, print, produce, and sell. I could probably replicate the way they do their designs in photoshop.
One thing Hang Ten has to remove from its shirts is its advertising. I know, it can be so tempting to place your big fat name on the shirt, to label it as yours and yours alone, and to tell the world that 'hey! this is Hang Ten shirt!', but come on, few of us really want to help you gain free publicity. At least Giordano doesn't blatantly display its name on most of its shirts. Good job, Giordano! Keep up the good work, and of course, quick sell the R shirt.
I went budget shirt shopping the other day. My, my how budget shirts have changed. It's good that they have taken into account spending budgets of various age groups and redefined their product ranges.
But, seriously, I think their designers are also budget-ly paid.
True, the change is refreshing. In the past, budget shops like Giordano / Hang Ten / Bossini all aimed for the children and older age gap, not willing to enter the teenage and young adult market. That would explain the checkered shirts, alongside the single colored shirts. I bet some have the full range of colored shirts in their wardrobe.
Recently, Giordano sold a new range of shirts for casual wear with rather eye-catching slogans, I dare say. Well, not as eye-catching as fcuk but, definitely attention grabbing, for its brand symbolism and company image.
Two days ago, I stepped into Hang Ten, and was astounded to see they have also started to sell shirts with messages on it. Ain't too sure about Bossini though. [wallet can't afford it].
This is a rather interesting trend, I dare say. Good for those who like catchy shirts for a low price. And, not that bad quality too. Though you have to remember to turn your shirts inside-out for your first wash. They always forget to tell you that.
All I'm waiting for is Giordano to sell its R shirt. They have M and V and a few other letters. Hang Ten would never sell that kind of range, but it's so easy, to design, print, produce, and sell. I could probably replicate the way they do their designs in photoshop.
One thing Hang Ten has to remove from its shirts is its advertising. I know, it can be so tempting to place your big fat name on the shirt, to label it as yours and yours alone, and to tell the world that 'hey! this is Hang Ten shirt!', but come on, few of us really want to help you gain free publicity. At least Giordano doesn't blatantly display its name on most of its shirts. Good job, Giordano! Keep up the good work, and of course, quick sell the R shirt.
Friday, July 25, 2008
two to one and three to two
First there were two,
now one's gone
She flew away
and it's just one left.
From three to two,
I've got to learn to fly alone.
I'll do as you ask me to.
Though it'll mean me fading.
Off the world.
But respect is also about decisions.
Take care.
Bye.
now one's gone
She flew away
and it's just one left.
From three to two,
I've got to learn to fly alone.
I'll do as you ask me to.
Though it'll mean me fading.
Off the world.
But respect is also about decisions.
Take care.
Bye.
Updates
Howdy.
Been awhile since I blogged in 'simple english' as some of my friends call it.
I had to pack stuff cause today was office d-day. Bah! Two shifts in a month. Wonder if there's a name for fear of boxes. Of course there are distinct differences between shifting of house, and shifting of office. I had to dump my clothes in garbage bags because there weren't enough boxes. In office, however, there are never too little boxes, [meaning a lot of boxes, for those who need simpler english]. And we have lots of bubble wrap, and masking tape, and scotch tape. Tomorrow's another D-day though, cause what that has been packed, needs to be unpacked.
Anyway, I think I'm too engrossed in the virtual world. Just yesterday, I was thinking wouldn't it be nice if I could just copy and paste everything into the new office. But life doesn't work that way. It would be nice if we could control-z everytime we made a mistake, or shut down everytime we did not want to live, or press the delete key when we said something wrong. But, life doesn't work that way. And as much as we want memories to be stored endlessly, it will one day fade away.
Which is why we can't think too far ahead. Aye, it's good to make plans for the future, but there's a difference between that and counting chickens before they hatch. One could think about becoming a doctor or lawyer, prince or princess, but not study today, and one would never become one's dream.
Sometimes it's being frank and honest, that gets one to think and realize how wrong one is. I'm like a stone. Throw me into waters and I'll cause ripples. But whether these ripples are good or bad, depends on the waters.
We can't judge others till we've judged ourselves. And, when can we ever stop judging ourselves?
I have had a huge emotional fall the other day. Brought it upon myself. It's like smashing your head into a wall, you know. Well, you probably won't know, but I'm sure you can imagine. Thank God I had pillars of strength. One's down temporarily but the other's still strong. Strange, I never thought of myself as charismatic. Influential, yes, since I influenced my whole department to watch Heroes last year, and taught them how to use Boss Shortcut Key for Messenger Plus! and aided the process of switching to Firefox 3 recently. But, charismatic? Am I?
Sometimes it's hard to tell people to switch to Firefox 3 especially since they're young, because it would be so much easier to switch over to greener pastures only after they've experienced every flaw of their original browser. [Note that I'm not mentioning the name.]
Well, work's fun and all. Three jobs can be taxing, but I should be stopping them soon. Though soon never comes enough. Cause money ain't never enough. Would you believe the price of my Kimchi cup noodle has rose by twenty cents.
Vanessa Hudgens doesn't sound that good on her album. Laurent Voulzy does sound nice, with his English oldies compilation, despite his nationality. And who ever thought Kate Ryan's euro dance music could be infectious.
And now I'm living on an analogue clock in my room, simply because the pocket sockets shouldn't be overloaded with electrical appliances. No la, I don't have the kitchen in my room. Just the router and modem, and a macbook charger, and a phone charger, and my computer, and my sonic gear 2.1 sound system.
Analogue and not luminous so I can't tell the bleddy time in the night till I turn on the clock light. Which also happens to be the snooze button. Fantastic design eh. Imagine if I set my alarm clock to go off at night. Can't see the time without snoozing it which means it would go off again. A lighted snooze. Delighted sneeze.
Well, that's all for me. Don't know why I'm rambling on and on, or maybe it should be ranbling since it's randy, but then it sounds like ran bling as in bling bling. Okay okay, I'll stop the crap. For now.
Cheers. Have fun young and old, rich and poor. With school or work or both, and worries and wearies and ups and downs and ebbs and flows, and laughter - very important! - of life.
Been awhile since I blogged in 'simple english' as some of my friends call it.
I had to pack stuff cause today was office d-day. Bah! Two shifts in a month. Wonder if there's a name for fear of boxes. Of course there are distinct differences between shifting of house, and shifting of office. I had to dump my clothes in garbage bags because there weren't enough boxes. In office, however, there are never too little boxes, [meaning a lot of boxes, for those who need simpler english]. And we have lots of bubble wrap, and masking tape, and scotch tape. Tomorrow's another D-day though, cause what that has been packed, needs to be unpacked.
Anyway, I think I'm too engrossed in the virtual world. Just yesterday, I was thinking wouldn't it be nice if I could just copy and paste everything into the new office. But life doesn't work that way. It would be nice if we could control-z everytime we made a mistake, or shut down everytime we did not want to live, or press the delete key when we said something wrong. But, life doesn't work that way. And as much as we want memories to be stored endlessly, it will one day fade away.
Which is why we can't think too far ahead. Aye, it's good to make plans for the future, but there's a difference between that and counting chickens before they hatch. One could think about becoming a doctor or lawyer, prince or princess, but not study today, and one would never become one's dream.
Sometimes it's being frank and honest, that gets one to think and realize how wrong one is. I'm like a stone. Throw me into waters and I'll cause ripples. But whether these ripples are good or bad, depends on the waters.
We can't judge others till we've judged ourselves. And, when can we ever stop judging ourselves?
I have had a huge emotional fall the other day. Brought it upon myself. It's like smashing your head into a wall, you know. Well, you probably won't know, but I'm sure you can imagine. Thank God I had pillars of strength. One's down temporarily but the other's still strong. Strange, I never thought of myself as charismatic. Influential, yes, since I influenced my whole department to watch Heroes last year, and taught them how to use Boss Shortcut Key for Messenger Plus! and aided the process of switching to Firefox 3 recently. But, charismatic? Am I?
Sometimes it's hard to tell people to switch to Firefox 3 especially since they're young, because it would be so much easier to switch over to greener pastures only after they've experienced every flaw of their original browser. [Note that I'm not mentioning the name.]
Well, work's fun and all. Three jobs can be taxing, but I should be stopping them soon. Though soon never comes enough. Cause money ain't never enough. Would you believe the price of my Kimchi cup noodle has rose by twenty cents.
Vanessa Hudgens doesn't sound that good on her album. Laurent Voulzy does sound nice, with his English oldies compilation, despite his nationality. And who ever thought Kate Ryan's euro dance music could be infectious.
And now I'm living on an analogue clock in my room, simply because the pocket sockets shouldn't be overloaded with electrical appliances. No la, I don't have the kitchen in my room. Just the router and modem, and a macbook charger, and a phone charger, and my computer, and my sonic gear 2.1 sound system.
Analogue and not luminous so I can't tell the bleddy time in the night till I turn on the clock light. Which also happens to be the snooze button. Fantastic design eh. Imagine if I set my alarm clock to go off at night. Can't see the time without snoozing it which means it would go off again. A lighted snooze. Delighted sneeze.
Well, that's all for me. Don't know why I'm rambling on and on, or maybe it should be ranbling since it's randy, but then it sounds like ran bling as in bling bling. Okay okay, I'll stop the crap. For now.
Cheers. Have fun young and old, rich and poor. With school or work or both, and worries and wearies and ups and downs and ebbs and flows, and laughter - very important! - of life.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Rubiking Life
Life's just like a Rubik cube ain't it?
We get focused on just one face. And we think we got it when it's the same color. But when we turn it around, we get stunned by the kaleidoscope of colors facing us.
Then we're faced with the decision, whether to simply leave it, or to solve the whole cube, which would mean affecting the same-colored face every now and then.
Then again, the rubik is like life, isn't it? Different people see different sides of us. Show them another face and they'll be mystified. They'll wonder how come they didn't see that side of you and whether you are who they think you are.
So which face is the real Rubik?
We get focused on just one face. And we think we got it when it's the same color. But when we turn it around, we get stunned by the kaleidoscope of colors facing us.
Then we're faced with the decision, whether to simply leave it, or to solve the whole cube, which would mean affecting the same-colored face every now and then.
Then again, the rubik is like life, isn't it? Different people see different sides of us. Show them another face and they'll be mystified. They'll wonder how come they didn't see that side of you and whether you are who they think you are.
So which face is the real Rubik?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Mountains
Mountains.
We come across them in our lives.
They could be huge mountain ranges that seem to stretch for miles and miles
and level ground don't seem to draw nigh.
Or they could be small hills
that can be conquered in a day or two.
Maybe even a second.
But, how do you cross the mountains?
Some do it and sacrifice their friends in the process.
Bring their friends way up high then steal their tanks of air and life.
Leave them to die, unwilling martyrs.
Others choose to trudge through it by themselves.
Though few come out alive.
Still some start with many bags.
Burdens, weights.
Some leave them along the way
Others seem to collect more
that weighs them down.
Do you trek by yourself
Or travel in a group?
Do you see the stars with somebody
Or do you not notice them at all?
And that which lies beyond the mountains?
You.
We come across them in our lives.
They could be huge mountain ranges that seem to stretch for miles and miles
and level ground don't seem to draw nigh.
Or they could be small hills
that can be conquered in a day or two.
Maybe even a second.
But, how do you cross the mountains?
Some do it and sacrifice their friends in the process.
Bring their friends way up high then steal their tanks of air and life.
Leave them to die, unwilling martyrs.
Others choose to trudge through it by themselves.
Though few come out alive.
Still some start with many bags.
Burdens, weights.
Some leave them along the way
Others seem to collect more
that weighs them down.
Do you trek by yourself
Or travel in a group?
Do you see the stars with somebody
Or do you not notice them at all?
And that which lies beyond the mountains?
You.
Monday, July 21, 2008
musings.
Ghost.
The rain falls not on but through him. He steps on puddles but no ripples occur. He slips within the crowd unnoticed. Yet, when he is seen, their smiles turn to frowns, their eyes narrow and they turn away.
One, by one.
Stars hidden in the day by the sun.
Yet they don't come out during the night.
They shun away,
fear or fright
day and night.
Why isn't the arrow straight?
But do arrows need to be straight to be called arrows?
We give names to beings and symbols
and become so proud of ourselves
yet we know not why we name them.
Stand behind the yellow line,
what about those who are color-blind?
If east is west, and north is south,
how can we expect life to easy and rough?
Rumors come and go
Ships sink or move forward.
The tongue's the rudder to but one ship
It steers only one.
Yet it steers many.
The rain falls not on but through him. He steps on puddles but no ripples occur. He slips within the crowd unnoticed. Yet, when he is seen, their smiles turn to frowns, their eyes narrow and they turn away.
One, by one.
Stars hidden in the day by the sun.
Yet they don't come out during the night.
They shun away,
fear or fright
day and night.
Why isn't the arrow straight?
But do arrows need to be straight to be called arrows?
We give names to beings and symbols
and become so proud of ourselves
yet we know not why we name them.
Stand behind the yellow line,
what about those who are color-blind?
If east is west, and north is south,
how can we expect life to easy and rough?
Rumors come and go
Ships sink or move forward.
The tongue's the rudder to but one ship
It steers only one.
Yet it steers many.
Duck
Once there was a duck who fell into the world.
The farmer thought to himself
"Perhaps I should save her, but I have many ducks in my farm.
I shall just bury her there, to put her out of her misery"
So, he called his relatives and friends
who stood at the edge of the well
laughed at the duck
who was flapping her wings and
trying furiously to get out
and then they started pouring sand in.
Shovel, by shovel.
The duck quacked in protest,
and then she thought to herself
I shall shake off and stand upon it.
And, so as every shovel of soil rained down
the duck shook it off her, and stood upon it
And, she walked out of the well
To everyone's amazement.
And winked.
The farmer thought to himself
"Perhaps I should save her, but I have many ducks in my farm.
I shall just bury her there, to put her out of her misery"
So, he called his relatives and friends
who stood at the edge of the well
laughed at the duck
who was flapping her wings and
trying furiously to get out
and then they started pouring sand in.
Shovel, by shovel.
The duck quacked in protest,
and then she thought to herself
I shall shake off and stand upon it.
And, so as every shovel of soil rained down
the duck shook it off her, and stood upon it
And, she walked out of the well
To everyone's amazement.
And winked.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Ghost
He drifts forward,
invisible to those around
like a ghost
somewhat like most
of us all.
Cats slinker off when they see him
their eyes piercing crudely
Babies look at him
and sorrow fills their eyes
At what he has become.
At what he became.
He glides around,
in a world without strangers
in a world without friends
Each object he meets and beholds
is new and foreign
explored with immense curiosity
every word examined
every letter scrutinized.
Eyes that convey messages
Blinks, winks,
Emotions, feelings
Thoughts, opinions
and moods.
The cube that stares him in the face.
Rumors that divide
kingdoms
thrones
lands
friends.
Beneath each pair of eyes
are but sorrows and regrets.
Beneath each drop of tear
is but heart-produced salt.
invisible to those around
like a ghost
somewhat like most
of us all.
Cats slinker off when they see him
their eyes piercing crudely
Babies look at him
and sorrow fills their eyes
At what he has become.
At what he became.
He glides around,
in a world without strangers
in a world without friends
Each object he meets and beholds
is new and foreign
explored with immense curiosity
every word examined
every letter scrutinized.
Eyes that convey messages
Blinks, winks,
Emotions, feelings
Thoughts, opinions
and moods.
The cube that stares him in the face.
Rumors that divide
kingdoms
thrones
lands
friends.
Beneath each pair of eyes
are but sorrows and regrets.
Beneath each drop of tear
is but heart-produced salt.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Meaning of moi name.
Found a plague with the meaning of my name that was given as a birthday present by my uncle a couple of years back. Quite accurate, me thinks. Here it is:
Randy.
From the Old Engli8sh name Randall
Meaning: Shield, Warrior.
Knows that love is patient, kind and never fails.
Brings the best qualities out in his friends.
Has a unique personality.
Coming up with new ideas is easy for him.
His thoughts of success will become reality.
He believes that worrying is a waste of time.
A great sport when he competes.
He is very fulfilled with the life he lives.
Well, I certainly agree with more than half of those, but some aren't me, definitely. Oh wells, what do you think?
Randy.
From the Old Engli8sh name Randall
Meaning: Shield, Warrior.
Knows that love is patient, kind and never fails.
Brings the best qualities out in his friends.
Has a unique personality.
Coming up with new ideas is easy for him.
His thoughts of success will become reality.
He believes that worrying is a waste of time.
A great sport when he competes.
He is very fulfilled with the life he lives.
Well, I certainly agree with more than half of those, but some aren't me, definitely. Oh wells, what do you think?
Tired
Fatigue that comes from within
This loneliness that ceases life
The painful hurt of guilt
Seemingly numbed and unfeeling
Cold harsh reality sets in
The dampened sun and the heated moon
The emptiness of one's mental faculty
The wisdom of one's absurdity
That which maketh a man
cometh from within
and not without
New products should be placed in new bags
and not old and torn bags
Old stuff in new bags
does not give it new life
but death and pseudo-life.
This loneliness that ceases life
The painful hurt of guilt
Seemingly numbed and unfeeling
Cold harsh reality sets in
The dampened sun and the heated moon
The emptiness of one's mental faculty
The wisdom of one's absurdity
That which maketh a man
cometh from within
and not without
New products should be placed in new bags
and not old and torn bags
Old stuff in new bags
does not give it new life
but death and pseudo-life.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Parenting.
Maybe kids should write a book for parents on bringing up children. After all, we've articles, features, books, discussions and what-nots for parents by parents on effective parenting and stuff.
But, few listen.
Perhaps children should come together and write a guide together for parents.
Then again, which parent would want to read a book written by children?
They're either doing a good job, that they wouldn't read a book, or they know that they're quite bad at it, and are busy trying other books/articles/guides to read a book.
I think the latter's better than the former.
Do you?
But, few listen.
Perhaps children should come together and write a guide together for parents.
Then again, which parent would want to read a book written by children?
They're either doing a good job, that they wouldn't read a book, or they know that they're quite bad at it, and are busy trying other books/articles/guides to read a book.
I think the latter's better than the former.
Do you?
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Society
Society. Who determines what is acceptable and what is not?
Dictionary says it's 'a body of individuals living as members of a community; community' but also defines it as 'those with whom one has companionship' .
But, is it really?
When the first couple kissed or had a public display of affection, who frowned upon it? Would they told by family members that is was unacceptable, or by friends? Or did other couples around observe and follow suit, thus leading to a more open-minded society now?
Who lays down the rules, for relationships, to determine the openness of both parties and what can or can not be done, with or without the partner? When does the line of accountability be crossed and when should one observe but not comment?
Is there a guidebook or a bible to refer to? Some say wouldn't that be laws. But these govern society, and are mostly for law and order, are they not? What about rules that aren't covered by the law?
What then does society say about those whom it rejects, by leaving alone and not ignoring? Does society oppose one who befriends those who have no true friends, even at the cost of public humiliation?
What value does society bestow friendship? Can its value ever be truly measured? Surely, it being so important in daily routines, it should teach how to make a true friend, and not teach how to differentiate true friends and casual friends, and realise you have none of the former?
Society is but the backbone of life. But, life is the backbone of society. So, how?
Dictionary says it's 'a body of individuals living as members of a community; community' but also defines it as 'those with whom one has companionship' .
But, is it really?
When the first couple kissed or had a public display of affection, who frowned upon it? Would they told by family members that is was unacceptable, or by friends? Or did other couples around observe and follow suit, thus leading to a more open-minded society now?
Who lays down the rules, for relationships, to determine the openness of both parties and what can or can not be done, with or without the partner? When does the line of accountability be crossed and when should one observe but not comment?
Is there a guidebook or a bible to refer to? Some say wouldn't that be laws. But these govern society, and are mostly for law and order, are they not? What about rules that aren't covered by the law?
What then does society say about those whom it rejects, by leaving alone and not ignoring? Does society oppose one who befriends those who have no true friends, even at the cost of public humiliation?
What value does society bestow friendship? Can its value ever be truly measured? Surely, it being so important in daily routines, it should teach how to make a true friend, and not teach how to differentiate true friends and casual friends, and realise you have none of the former?
Society is but the backbone of life. But, life is the backbone of society. So, how?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Potholes: Blood 2
He wept.
Days and nights he ran from the destruction; the harsh reality; the truth, till the truth caught up with him, and he howled out loud at the moon.
As birds flew up from surrounding trees, frightened by the anger in his voice, a small fire a hundred meters away sizzled quietly and burned out.
Perhaps it was his anger that blinded his senses, or the heated tears that didn't cease. Whatever the reason, his life took a desperate turn for the worse that fateful day.
He got up, turned to his left, and his world went black.
"The heavens must be blessing us with such a good catch" said one to the other.
"Perhaps this is the Syril the little girl was crying out before I sliced her."
"Boss would be pleased."
Potholes
Days and nights he ran from the destruction; the harsh reality; the truth, till the truth caught up with him, and he howled out loud at the moon.
As birds flew up from surrounding trees, frightened by the anger in his voice, a small fire a hundred meters away sizzled quietly and burned out.
Perhaps it was his anger that blinded his senses, or the heated tears that didn't cease. Whatever the reason, his life took a desperate turn for the worse that fateful day.
He got up, turned to his left, and his world went black.
"The heavens must be blessing us with such a good catch" said one to the other.
"Perhaps this is the Syril the little girl was crying out before I sliced her."
"Boss would be pleased."
Potholes
Potholes: Blood
It isn't easy to stomach death. And it never will be.
Night after night, he woke up in cold sweat, haunted by images of death. His mother lying on the floor, blood streaming down her face, and eyes reflecting determination and courage. She had fought off her attackers bravely, till a single blow to her head took her life.
He found his sister on her bed, caught by surprise by her attackers. She always slept with a dagger beneath her pillow, and this he found, unused. She didn't die immediately though. She managed to scribble the word 'run' on the wall with blood-soaked hands.
Tears flowed from his eyes as he imagined how much she suffered. Two thrusts into her abdomen, and an arrow shot into her chest. He didn't know how she had managed to lived on. He had always hoped she left a clue or two about the attackers. He had searched the house quickly, looking for some clue. Perhaps the attackers were after a family heirloom or an object of their desire, or they wanted to send a message to the community. After all, his family was one of the more influential ones in the village. But, there was no visible clue nor message to be found.
And so, the next day, before the sun rose, he followed his sister's command, as he had done for the past thirteen years, and ran.
For three days and two nights he ran, stopping every now and then to refresh himself from the streams, till he could run no more, and he knelt down on the damp soil of the thick forest and wept.
Potholes
Night after night, he woke up in cold sweat, haunted by images of death. His mother lying on the floor, blood streaming down her face, and eyes reflecting determination and courage. She had fought off her attackers bravely, till a single blow to her head took her life.
He found his sister on her bed, caught by surprise by her attackers. She always slept with a dagger beneath her pillow, and this he found, unused. She didn't die immediately though. She managed to scribble the word 'run' on the wall with blood-soaked hands.
Tears flowed from his eyes as he imagined how much she suffered. Two thrusts into her abdomen, and an arrow shot into her chest. He didn't know how she had managed to lived on. He had always hoped she left a clue or two about the attackers. He had searched the house quickly, looking for some clue. Perhaps the attackers were after a family heirloom or an object of their desire, or they wanted to send a message to the community. After all, his family was one of the more influential ones in the village. But, there was no visible clue nor message to be found.
And so, the next day, before the sun rose, he followed his sister's command, as he had done for the past thirteen years, and ran.
For three days and two nights he ran, stopping every now and then to refresh himself from the streams, till he could run no more, and he knelt down on the damp soil of the thick forest and wept.
Potholes
Saturday, July 05, 2008
My Child.
She chats as a normal friend does, but don't think lowly of her. She may be young but she remembers words said and words unsaid, and knows how to ask about it. She's decisive, and forceful, but as an older sibling, one does need to guide the younger ones. Yet, she does this with confidence, and she holds steadfast to her beliefs. She may be young, but don't be misled that the young are immature or foolish. She's not afraid to speak her mind, and may be misunderstood to be insensitive and crude.
People might find her quiet, but she has moments of insanity and yet is sane through these times. She doesn't notice much, and stuff may simply pass her by, but time does not. She slogs through each day, and is a hard worker, though she never has enough time for rest. She holds no grudges, though whether she forgets the grudges are another matter altogether. Her eyes do not reveal the numerous thoughts her mind has examined, pondered upon and processed.
But deep inside, there's a longing to be understood, and accepted for who she is. The yearning arises deep within her for someone who can see her for who she truly is. But, in order for that to happen, she has to be willing to open up herself. Will she take the risk?
What would life be, seen through their eyes? A big world of potential, with life everywhere, or that of doom?
People might find her quiet, but she has moments of insanity and yet is sane through these times. She doesn't notice much, and stuff may simply pass her by, but time does not. She slogs through each day, and is a hard worker, though she never has enough time for rest. She holds no grudges, though whether she forgets the grudges are another matter altogether. Her eyes do not reveal the numerous thoughts her mind has examined, pondered upon and processed.
But deep inside, there's a longing to be understood, and accepted for who she is. The yearning arises deep within her for someone who can see her for who she truly is. But, in order for that to happen, she has to be willing to open up herself. Will she take the risk?
What would life be, seen through their eyes? A big world of potential, with life everywhere, or that of doom?
New House
After several days of hurried packing and caching of memories, it was time.
3/7/08 – Thursday
0631
Woken up by wake-up call from friend. Told her “Yea, thanks. I’m awake. Okay, bye bye” and went back to sleep.
0737
‘Officially’ woke up and initiated last min packing of clothes and emptying my drawers and wardrobe.
0832
Took cab to the new house with sis and a whole lot of barang barang. Needed to open the door so the Burmese painter could continue painting the walls.
0845
Reached new house. Opened the door. Went to the table and read Today newspaper that was delivered to the door.
0854
Done with news. Proceeded to play games on my mac.
0913
Painter came. Greeted him, and told him to start painting near the living room area first, because movers will put boxers there later when they arrive.
0915
Watched second last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
0955
Yawning and feeling a little restless. But gotta wait for movers to arrive. They would reach old house around 10 so assuming they take 20 to 30 minutes to shift and move stuff, they would reach around 1030. Can barely make it for last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
0956
Watched last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
1015
Mum called to say movers reached already, and enquired about the painter. Told her he couldn’t paint the living room area because he doesn’t like us. Nah, kidding. It’s just a lack of paint for that particular color.
1042
Criminals Minds Season 3 has officially ended in Randy-land, the Land of Ran(t)s . Bah, these stupid directors / scriptwriters! Making every finale episode a cliff-hanger. Now I’ve got to wait till Sept to find out which car exploded. I hope it’s Prentice. I don’t like her. She doesn’t really contribute much to the team. Or maybe it’s Rossi. After all, he has already solved the murder that has haunted him for twenty years. No more purpose for him to be in the B.A.U. what. Not as if the pay there is very high. Bet they buy cars in bulk, seeing each member has a black SUV.
1045
Movers arrive, and the house which was empty now becomes full of ‘character’ – boxes and furniture.
1203
Movers have left, and it’s not distribute-the-gifts time. Boxes with my name are mine. Boxes with what’s-in-it scribbled on it are my parents’. Boxers with numbers and no names are my sister’s. Black bags (garbage bags) have no labels. Open at own peril.
1330
Helped Dad set up his bed. [No, I did not just stand and wave the pom-poms.] Drank one of the few packets of Pokka Green Tea from the fridge.
1438
Computer set up. And two boxes and three black bags cleared. Yay! Six more to go. As compared to my sis who has 640278517935 more to go. [Hope she doesn’t read this or she’ll kill me]
1742
Done with my boxes save for two plastic ones, bearing my various cables. Yawns. I’m tired. My sis and mum went back to the old house to tidy it up for the new owner, while my dad’s waiting for the Ikea guy to fix up some shelves in the living room, as well as the toilet roll holder, hooks and towel holder for the two (door-less) toilets.
1837
Woke up after a nap on the floor. Damn. Forgot to put my mac to standby mode. Gotta charge it. Now which of the 20-odd boxes did my dad place those thingys that allow you to hook up three appliances to just one power socket.
1856
Ikea guy just said the towel holder and hooks cannot be installed in outside toilet because the tiles aren’t cemented properly. Apparently the workers didn’t do such a good job, and didn’t press the tile firmly onto the cement, thus creating an air pocket. So, when he tried to drill the screws in, the tile cracked. Thank God it didn’t break. As if having half the kitchen tile-less isn’t enough, and door-less toilets aren’t enough.
1928
Went downstairs to help mum and sis unload final batch of stuff from the taxi.
2003
Dinner! Finally, the growls of my stomach are silenced. By the power of food, I command thee to shut up thy growling and digest thy food!
2134
Alamak. Internet doesn’t work. Can watch cable tv so means is not the cable point. But modem was working in old house leh. Kukunana. Argh! No internet! Oh wells, at least there’s Talking Cock: The Movie, for later.
2205
Went to bathe in the master bedroom toilet. That had no door, so I closed the master bedroom door, and the windows. Good for those who have an exhibitionist streak in them eh? Too bad I don’t. And even if I do, I won’t wanna be an exhibitionist. Can be brought to court one, you know. Got many pair of eyes look down on third floor one. Then again, an open bathroom is rather practical. Imagine you got stomachache. Must chiong in, close door, strip and let all hell break loose. If no door, just chiong, strip and let the earth tremble nia. Furthermore, open bathroom good for procreation purposes as well.
2341
Watched around 45 minutes of Talking Cock: The Movie. It’s a very boring show. Like with a capital B. Messaged a few loved ones, before falling asleep.
6/5/08 - Friday
0632
Woke up briefly. Don’t know why. [Later realized my mirror dropped, but no breakage. Or it could be the rain that woke me up]. Messaged my two daughters and the Loved One before going back to sleep again.
1218
Woke up, and first thing I hear are two aunties chattering as they walk through the ‘park’ right outside my window. Hmm, if my sis had my room, and her hair was long enough, she could be Rapunzel and let her hair down for her suitors. Or get them to throw stones at her window, like those Engrish movies.
1326
Had brunch. Helped dad to put up support for the middle of curtain rods.
1603
Gas guy is late. But, it was easy to spot him, as my living room windows face out onto the road leading to my block. Can see rubbish truck come also. But this one, no need to see. Smell, can already. But really, gas guy easy to spot. You see a guy with copper cables and a trolley, means is him. Or so my dad says. I guess the other possibility is a thief carting away copper cables to sell.
1605
Playing Farm Frenzy. My Avast! Antivirus scan is still ongoing since yesterday afternoon after I set up my com. Too many files, I reckon.
1728
I’ve been thinking. Since the walkway my room window faces has a strong volume of traffic, I should sell advertising space eh! Entrepreneurship skills @ work. Or I can attempt to create my own hanging gardens. If Babylon can do it, so I can. Ai yah, but no hook. Then later my neighbor below me comprain. Besides, my first floor unit got jungle anyway. Nebermind, I should challenge myself. Make my window the brightest during festivals. Hang ‘Gong Xi Fa Cai’ during CNY, and blinking lights during Christmas. Maybe hang disco ball on Saturday nights also. Just kidding! But got one thing I hang, everybody will also hang. National Day flag. Hmm, wonder if I put up a banner that says God Loves You, will tio summon not. Do my part to spread the love ma.
1932
Went for dinner at Tampines. Jack’s Place. Yum yum. Black pepper sauce got a bit of kick. They’ve improved. But too little sauce la. So kiam siap.
2301
Just came back from Ikea with ironing board, and mirrors, and boards and others.
2338
Just bathed in outside toilet. Used shower curtain to cover. You think free show ah? Bathe cold water make me breathe a lot seh. Wonder how effective my facial wash is, when used with cold water. After all, no hot water, so the pores don’t open up, so means it doesn’t clean my face thoroughly ma right? But then, also means body pores not open, so the soap won’t work what. Then again, it’s Dettol. It will give me a greenish outline when you snap a photo or take video of me. But so weird ah, this kinda stuff. It says on its bottle it will remove unseen bacteria. But, if the bacteria is unseen, how will you know whether the bacteria is really removed or not. Not as if, can use magnifying glass and check what. I can go and mix bittergourd with milk chocolate then sell to you as bitter chocolate what. Eh wait, wrong analogy. Hmm, I can buy a towel and then sell to you, saying I coated it with an extra solution that will wipe away all dirt from you and you won’t feel the difference. But the dirt is invisible to the naked eye one, unlike oil in Macdonald’s French fries, it’s machiam like wearing shades at night. Cannot see one.
2350
Okay, I’m done with writing these blog posts. Shall post them tomorrow, when the Starhub guy comes and fixes up the internet. Even though I won’t be back till evening. Meeting my two lovely daughters tomorrow, to go to Woodlands. Strange ah, Woodlands. Then next time got Plasticland and Metaltown. Well, off to the Land of Joy tomorrow. Cheers, and goodnight. I shall use this low [Sings Low from Flo Rida] $9.70 ironing board that we bought from NTUC at Tampines. Better use it at least ten times, so at least each use is worth a dollar. Adios amigos, and lots of love, from Ran(t)sland, where he that don’t run, ran. Whatever that means.
5/7/08 - Saturday
1015
Took a bath. Gah! Cold water. It’s so tantalizingly refreshingly cool. Hmm, do you know, if you shake your head from left to right, as you hum, you can ‘manually’ do a vibrato. And, the sound wavers more when humming under cold water. Well, not directly under cold water, but like from the shower you know. A lame friend I know would probably tell me under cold water is the sink, or the kitchen floor. You know it’s you I’m talking about, don’t look away! :p
Shall blog this tonight, when my internet comes back. Ciao!
3/7/08 – Thursday
0631
Woken up by wake-up call from friend. Told her “Yea, thanks. I’m awake. Okay, bye bye” and went back to sleep.
0737
‘Officially’ woke up and initiated last min packing of clothes and emptying my drawers and wardrobe.
0832
Took cab to the new house with sis and a whole lot of barang barang. Needed to open the door so the Burmese painter could continue painting the walls.
0845
Reached new house. Opened the door. Went to the table and read Today newspaper that was delivered to the door.
0854
Done with news. Proceeded to play games on my mac.
0913
Painter came. Greeted him, and told him to start painting near the living room area first, because movers will put boxers there later when they arrive.
0915
Watched second last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
0955
Yawning and feeling a little restless. But gotta wait for movers to arrive. They would reach old house around 10 so assuming they take 20 to 30 minutes to shift and move stuff, they would reach around 1030. Can barely make it for last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
0956
Watched last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
1015
Mum called to say movers reached already, and enquired about the painter. Told her he couldn’t paint the living room area because he doesn’t like us. Nah, kidding. It’s just a lack of paint for that particular color.
1042
Criminals Minds Season 3 has officially ended in Randy-land, the Land of Ran(t)s . Bah, these stupid directors / scriptwriters! Making every finale episode a cliff-hanger. Now I’ve got to wait till Sept to find out which car exploded. I hope it’s Prentice. I don’t like her. She doesn’t really contribute much to the team. Or maybe it’s Rossi. After all, he has already solved the murder that has haunted him for twenty years. No more purpose for him to be in the B.A.U. what. Not as if the pay there is very high. Bet they buy cars in bulk, seeing each member has a black SUV.
1045
Movers arrive, and the house which was empty now becomes full of ‘character’ – boxes and furniture.
1203
Movers have left, and it’s not distribute-the-gifts time. Boxes with my name are mine. Boxes with what’s-in-it scribbled on it are my parents’. Boxers with numbers and no names are my sister’s. Black bags (garbage bags) have no labels. Open at own peril.
1330
Helped Dad set up his bed. [No, I did not just stand and wave the pom-poms.] Drank one of the few packets of Pokka Green Tea from the fridge.
1438
Computer set up. And two boxes and three black bags cleared. Yay! Six more to go. As compared to my sis who has 640278517935 more to go. [Hope she doesn’t read this or she’ll kill me]
1742
Done with my boxes save for two plastic ones, bearing my various cables. Yawns. I’m tired. My sis and mum went back to the old house to tidy it up for the new owner, while my dad’s waiting for the Ikea guy to fix up some shelves in the living room, as well as the toilet roll holder, hooks and towel holder for the two (door-less) toilets.
1837
Woke up after a nap on the floor. Damn. Forgot to put my mac to standby mode. Gotta charge it. Now which of the 20-odd boxes did my dad place those thingys that allow you to hook up three appliances to just one power socket.
1856
Ikea guy just said the towel holder and hooks cannot be installed in outside toilet because the tiles aren’t cemented properly. Apparently the workers didn’t do such a good job, and didn’t press the tile firmly onto the cement, thus creating an air pocket. So, when he tried to drill the screws in, the tile cracked. Thank God it didn’t break. As if having half the kitchen tile-less isn’t enough, and door-less toilets aren’t enough.
1928
Went downstairs to help mum and sis unload final batch of stuff from the taxi.
2003
Dinner! Finally, the growls of my stomach are silenced. By the power of food, I command thee to shut up thy growling and digest thy food!
2134
Alamak. Internet doesn’t work. Can watch cable tv so means is not the cable point. But modem was working in old house leh. Kukunana. Argh! No internet! Oh wells, at least there’s Talking Cock: The Movie, for later.
2205
Went to bathe in the master bedroom toilet. That had no door, so I closed the master bedroom door, and the windows. Good for those who have an exhibitionist streak in them eh? Too bad I don’t. And even if I do, I won’t wanna be an exhibitionist. Can be brought to court one, you know. Got many pair of eyes look down on third floor one. Then again, an open bathroom is rather practical. Imagine you got stomachache. Must chiong in, close door, strip and let all hell break loose. If no door, just chiong, strip and let the earth tremble nia. Furthermore, open bathroom good for procreation purposes as well.
2341
Watched around 45 minutes of Talking Cock: The Movie. It’s a very boring show. Like with a capital B. Messaged a few loved ones, before falling asleep.
6/5/08 - Friday
0632
Woke up briefly. Don’t know why. [Later realized my mirror dropped, but no breakage. Or it could be the rain that woke me up]. Messaged my two daughters and the Loved One before going back to sleep again.
1218
Woke up, and first thing I hear are two aunties chattering as they walk through the ‘park’ right outside my window. Hmm, if my sis had my room, and her hair was long enough, she could be Rapunzel and let her hair down for her suitors. Or get them to throw stones at her window, like those Engrish movies.
1326
Had brunch. Helped dad to put up support for the middle of curtain rods.
1603
Gas guy is late. But, it was easy to spot him, as my living room windows face out onto the road leading to my block. Can see rubbish truck come also. But this one, no need to see. Smell, can already. But really, gas guy easy to spot. You see a guy with copper cables and a trolley, means is him. Or so my dad says. I guess the other possibility is a thief carting away copper cables to sell.
1605
Playing Farm Frenzy. My Avast! Antivirus scan is still ongoing since yesterday afternoon after I set up my com. Too many files, I reckon.
1728
I’ve been thinking. Since the walkway my room window faces has a strong volume of traffic, I should sell advertising space eh! Entrepreneurship skills @ work. Or I can attempt to create my own hanging gardens. If Babylon can do it, so I can. Ai yah, but no hook. Then later my neighbor below me comprain. Besides, my first floor unit got jungle anyway. Nebermind, I should challenge myself. Make my window the brightest during festivals. Hang ‘Gong Xi Fa Cai’ during CNY, and blinking lights during Christmas. Maybe hang disco ball on Saturday nights also. Just kidding! But got one thing I hang, everybody will also hang. National Day flag. Hmm, wonder if I put up a banner that says God Loves You, will tio summon not. Do my part to spread the love ma.
1932
Went for dinner at Tampines. Jack’s Place. Yum yum. Black pepper sauce got a bit of kick. They’ve improved. But too little sauce la. So kiam siap.
2301
Just came back from Ikea with ironing board, and mirrors, and boards and others.
2338
Just bathed in outside toilet. Used shower curtain to cover. You think free show ah? Bathe cold water make me breathe a lot seh. Wonder how effective my facial wash is, when used with cold water. After all, no hot water, so the pores don’t open up, so means it doesn’t clean my face thoroughly ma right? But then, also means body pores not open, so the soap won’t work what. Then again, it’s Dettol. It will give me a greenish outline when you snap a photo or take video of me. But so weird ah, this kinda stuff. It says on its bottle it will remove unseen bacteria. But, if the bacteria is unseen, how will you know whether the bacteria is really removed or not. Not as if, can use magnifying glass and check what. I can go and mix bittergourd with milk chocolate then sell to you as bitter chocolate what. Eh wait, wrong analogy. Hmm, I can buy a towel and then sell to you, saying I coated it with an extra solution that will wipe away all dirt from you and you won’t feel the difference. But the dirt is invisible to the naked eye one, unlike oil in Macdonald’s French fries, it’s machiam like wearing shades at night. Cannot see one.
2350
Okay, I’m done with writing these blog posts. Shall post them tomorrow, when the Starhub guy comes and fixes up the internet. Even though I won’t be back till evening. Meeting my two lovely daughters tomorrow, to go to Woodlands. Strange ah, Woodlands. Then next time got Plasticland and Metaltown. Well, off to the Land of Joy tomorrow. Cheers, and goodnight. I shall use this low [Sings Low from Flo Rida] $9.70 ironing board that we bought from NTUC at Tampines. Better use it at least ten times, so at least each use is worth a dollar. Adios amigos, and lots of love, from Ran(t)sland, where he that don’t run, ran. Whatever that means.
5/7/08 - Saturday
1015
Took a bath. Gah! Cold water. It’s so tantalizingly refreshingly cool. Hmm, do you know, if you shake your head from left to right, as you hum, you can ‘manually’ do a vibrato. And, the sound wavers more when humming under cold water. Well, not directly under cold water, but like from the shower you know. A lame friend I know would probably tell me under cold water is the sink, or the kitchen floor. You know it’s you I’m talking about, don’t look away! :p
Shall blog this tonight, when my internet comes back. Ciao!
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