feb 14

haha. that's all i can describe about today. plain ol' simple haha.
I went shopping today! Before you ask, it wasn't with my gf or anybody special. Well, I mean romantically special la. After all, my friends are all special what. :D
Shopping at Far East, with six girls, I think today I entertained more than I ever did for a company of the same size.
Not to mention being called 'girl' by the food stall owner, who immediately said I very handsome when she learned I was a 'He', [No, I did not show her my gender].
I look like a butch meh?
Well, I managed to keep within my budget! Bought a shirt for 50 bucks. And my shoes 29.90. And 'learned' how to flick my hair, just like a girl, for free. Talk about a skills improvement program.
Oh, and the shoes were a buy one free one at the shop opposite school.
And the gossip over the food table. Heh, I'm such a gossiper. Which is why I'm drinking Root Beer to drown my sorrows. Though all it produces are burps.
Anyway, the girls I went out with are a great bunch though. All know how to laugh. Which is like oh, [flicks hair] so important when one is with me. [wide grin]
And I can never understand why everybody is fascinated with my hand hair. i mean, it's just deforestation taking place. [ponders awhile] Or maybe it has a relation to the gap of the ozone layer.
And bleddy hell. Three traffic jams on my way back to Tampines from Orchard on bus 518. Took 1 hr and 45 mins! And you would have thought the roads would be empty on Valentine's Day because everybody is busy pak tor-ing at the parks or at home drinking their loneliness off. As a result of the jams, my salon closed and I couldn't cut my hair! and Watsons closed too! I couldn't buy my face wash!
Sigh.
At least I managed to get my shirt and my shoes, so half of my list is done. Just the hair cut / trim and my face wash.
And since I'm working tomorrow, maybe I'll get a shampoo after the hair cut / trim so I won't have to go home and bathe. and go out again.
Heh. And my phobia of chilli never fails to come up during meal times.
And, you. I can't quite figure out if I like you or not. I'm mentally unliking you while my heart goes in the opposite direction.
What if the one you like, doesn't meet any of your 'criteria' at all.
I miss you. That's for sure. Maybe it's your eyes. It's always the eyes, I guess.
sigh.
I saw an eyesore. Did your eye saw?

Lame Joke

LAME JOKE ALERT!
If you suffer from any of the following symptoms when faced with a lame joke:

a) breathlessness
b) inability to respond
c) forced laughter
d) an incoherent speech pattern
e) irregular heart beat
f) feeling of retaliatory physical assault

you are advised not to read the following. By proceeding on, you are hereby acknowledging that you do not suffer any of the above symptoms.


Who says office workers don't exercise much when they beat around the bush, run around in circles, sharpen pencils, jump to conclusions, climb the corporate ladder, skip a step or two?

Nice Vid

A video you should definitely watch!
http://www.atomfilms.com/film/animator_vs_animation_2.jsp

Music is Subjective, Sound is Perspective.

Music is subjective, Sound perceptive.

Ever since I watched Hotel Rwanda for Social Psychology, its scenes flash through my mind whenever I hear its songs. And it is with this realization that I know what I want to do in life.

Music is subjective. What is pleasant to the ears of someone may be unpleasant to the ears of another. Rock may be life to one individual but to another, it's pure noise.

Sound, on the other hand, is an interesting topic. Sound comes in two categories, the forced and the natural. Farting is natural, putting your hand in your armpit and flapping your arm creating the fart is forced.

Yet, the most interesting sound that exists is the unplanned; the beat of the heart, the rhythm of the footsteps.

But I don't want to just major in sound. I want to create sound. That will inspire and bring out the emotions. Just like Mama Arira from Hotel Rwanda.
Take a listen. It's of a foreign language but it fulfills its purpose, that is, to portray the sad theme by genocide.

Sound is not bound by language, or race, or religion, or age, or gender, or geographical distance. In fact, it is the lack of restrictions that allow its beauty to be amplified.

Music is of sound but sound is not of music. Music is but a subset of sound.

Nothing stands in the way of sound. You know, I think even deafness cannot stop sound. It may stop external sound, but what about internal?

Sound is perceived from one's life experiences. Music of one's emotions.

Oh, to compose sound that would touch hearts, move many, and inspire others.

Sound as a form of media. Why not?

So Chinese New Year is kinda around the corner, and you know what, religion does play a part in celebrations of such festive occasions. In a way, you could call it cultural influence.

See, most chinese families would do their spring cleaning before the new year and well, follow along with the chinese cultural norms like reunion dinners and Yu Sheng [Lo Hei]. However, being a Christian chinese family has its, shall we say, unaccustomed traditions?

I'm a kid caught between two differing cultures. See, my dad's side is very traditionally chinese. It could be due to the fact that they're Buddhists and most of the religious festivals they celebrate like the 7th month and stuff. On the other hand, my mum's side of the family are mostly Christians, and since it's usually seen as a Western religion, they don't celebrate that much of Chinese cultural festivities.

Thus, during CNYs, I go to my grandma's house, that is, my dad's mother, and exchange greetings with the family - the people you see once a year, and on the way there, you spend five minutes furiously remembering who is who, and then regurgitating out all that you've memorised to whoever you meet.

One stark difference between both sides of the family: my dad's side plays mahjong, my mum's side plays blackjack. As you know mahjong's a rather Chinese game, and blackjack, its popularity is growing within the West now. So there you have it, two sides, two different cultures caused by two different religions.

What about me? I'm a hybrid i guess. I'm a Christian who celebrates Western religious festivals, under the notion that Western means Christian, yet on the other hand, I play mahjong and can swear well in Hokkien which most Westerners would be unable to.

A Chi-tern or a West-nese? I have no idea.

Ah. Life.

Ain't life grand
giving us so many friends
Letting us meet people
get to know them well
and pull us apart
leaving us like a grain of sand

I recently went to one of my friend's friendster profiles, to catch up with her latest updates and well, update myself about her. What a surprise. Ain't it amazing, the relationship between one's looks and one's character. of course, it's not always related, though I could fathom a prediction of her character as of now, judging from her pictures.

You know, when some people are attached, they have this attached look, though this may just be the mind playing tricks since I had the knowledge of her marital status.

She used to have this radiant glow on her face. Now, looking at her pic, she's lost most of her facial glow, though her eyes are brighter now. I guess love does brightens one's eyes, i mean, after all the eyes are the window to one's soul. Eyes show one's honesty, character, strength, trust, hope and love. For some people.

Most don't know the different but the face is actually an important component of our body, simply because it beholds our beauty, both outer and inner. Sadly, the outer is what is lust over, though its fragility is as thin as soggy paper.

Nobody appreciates the eyes no more. Why? Superficiality? Or lack of knowledge?

How powerful her eyes are.

Have You Ever?

Have you ever
seen the leaf that flew past
gone with the wind
pleasantly unwilling

Have you ever
seen the tear that fell
from bittersweet memories

Have you ever
seen the ant scurrying around
busy ensuring its own survival

Have you ever
felt misunderstood
assumed by friends
misjudged by men

Have you ever
seen the power of a drop
of rain as it falls
on a leaf

Have you ever
echoed the beating of the heart
the rushing of the blood
the hurt as it breaks

Have you ever
wished you could turn back time
undo thy wrongs
and make peace with friends

Have you ever
pondered who you are
who are your friends
why are they your friends

Have you ever?