There are 16,120 Starbucks Outlets in 49 different country, including around 11,000 in the United States, followed by nearly 1,000 in Canada and more than 800 in Japan.
So that means that there are:
27,728 Americans per Starbucks
34,000 Canadians per Starbucks
157,500 Japanese per Starbucks
In Singapore, there are 64 Starbucks outlets.
Therefore, there are
70,000 Singaporeans per Starbucks.
Globalisation is freaky...
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I lit two candles last night. For my Grandfather and my ancestors to see as guiding light. Last night was the last day of the hungry ghost festival and tradition calls it the day that the Ghostly realm visits the mortal world. Food is left out to appease spirits and keep them from troubling the living. I have stopped believing in these superstitions but I still take it in heart to honour the 1000 year culture of being 汉人.
It was very simple, just two candles. They were there to remind my Grandfathers that I still care for them. I can almost see my two grandfathers in heaven looking down to see that they are still remembered. Some people tell me that because My Grandfather was a Christian, it made these Chinese Culture void on him. I refuse to believe that. Instead, I simplified the original ancestor Worship to Ancestor remembrance and prayer for God to keep my Grandfather and Ancestors content. The candle is a symbol of honour and remembrance, as well as a link between God, heaven, Spirits and this world.
Dear Grandfathers, dear Ancestors of the Hong and Lim Families. I have not forgotten.
It was very simple, just two candles. They were there to remind my Grandfathers that I still care for them. I can almost see my two grandfathers in heaven looking down to see that they are still remembered. Some people tell me that because My Grandfather was a Christian, it made these Chinese Culture void on him. I refuse to believe that. Instead, I simplified the original ancestor Worship to Ancestor remembrance and prayer for God to keep my Grandfather and Ancestors content. The candle is a symbol of honour and remembrance, as well as a link between God, heaven, Spirits and this world.
Dear Grandfathers, dear Ancestors of the Hong and Lim Families. I have not forgotten.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The one where I miss Shadow, my Sister playing the piano and my home
I miss my dog. Shadow. My father accidentally let him loose two months ago and we have been without him ever since. Sometimes humans behave like animals, but my Shadow will always be a wet nose higher than them. I miss rubbing my feet on his fur when it is cold. I miss his presence as another living being about the house. I always like how I would be busy using the computer when he will just walk past and lie down right next to me to keep me company. We would never talk but we got along just fine. I miss having to clean his eyes when eye gunk built up. I would lock his head in my arm and pry his head to my thigh as I forcibly wipe the gunk off with a tissue. Whenever I loosen my grip, he would fuss but when I tighten it, he wouldn't flinch. But most of all, I miss being able to tell him everything and anything and all he would do is just flick his tail at me. For a dog, he gave such good hugs. Granted, he had a fur coat but they felt warm anyway.
I miss hearing my Sister play the piano. I don't really miss my sister(sorry sis)or someone playing the piano, but my Sister playing the Piano. There was always a serene feel when she played the same sour tunes repeatedly. They were familiar... comforting... relaxing. It was a sound that was part of a full home which by the year seemed to be getting emptier. But until just two years ago, there was always my sister's music in the house. Every Saturday Morning, right before her coffee and her newspaper, I would wake up hearing it through my floor. I miss the enjoyment of hearing her play. And I would like to think that she misses me listen to her play. It's not me she misses, it's not someone else listening to it she misses, but it's me listening to her music.
I miss my home. I was 6 years old. My sister 11 and my parents happy together. I miss stepping on my father's back to massage it. Or playing chess with my sister. Or watching Chinese 7 o clock shows with my mother as I played with her hair. Or my snoopy stuff toy which I carried around and loved dearly. I miss my kingdom of stuff toys that reigned over my house, the old Lion King, the Tigger princes and their beanbag princess. General Duck and Balto, James the Dalmatian(It's in my living room), Miss Teck-teck-teck(it was a bunny stuff toy that my sister won at escape and made a teck teck teck sound when we pounded her plastic nose against glass), Scrooge Mcbear, Kangaroo... So on. That was a home. And I miss my home.
There is one more thing I miss. I miss dancing with bears and flying with painted wings.
I miss hearing my Sister play the piano. I don't really miss my sister(sorry sis)or someone playing the piano, but my Sister playing the Piano. There was always a serene feel when she played the same sour tunes repeatedly. They were familiar... comforting... relaxing. It was a sound that was part of a full home which by the year seemed to be getting emptier. But until just two years ago, there was always my sister's music in the house. Every Saturday Morning, right before her coffee and her newspaper, I would wake up hearing it through my floor. I miss the enjoyment of hearing her play. And I would like to think that she misses me listen to her play. It's not me she misses, it's not someone else listening to it she misses, but it's me listening to her music.
I miss my home. I was 6 years old. My sister 11 and my parents happy together. I miss stepping on my father's back to massage it. Or playing chess with my sister. Or watching Chinese 7 o clock shows with my mother as I played with her hair. Or my snoopy stuff toy which I carried around and loved dearly. I miss my kingdom of stuff toys that reigned over my house, the old Lion King, the Tigger princes and their beanbag princess. General Duck and Balto, James the Dalmatian(It's in my living room), Miss Teck-teck-teck(it was a bunny stuff toy that my sister won at escape and made a teck teck teck sound when we pounded her plastic nose against glass), Scrooge Mcbear, Kangaroo... So on. That was a home. And I miss my home.
There is one more thing I miss. I miss dancing with bears and flying with painted wings.
Friday, September 11, 2009
The one with the Gentle wind
There was a very gentle wind today. Most people who come to my house use the road on the West side of my house. They walk pass two condos, a row of cute shop-houses, a Buddhist Union building and a little slope. It is the faster route from the MRT to my House. People don't know that there is a Eastern Road I could take too, to get home. On days like these, where a gentle wind blows, it is worth to walk that extra few metres.
This road, lies on a steep hill. On one side, a row of little houses and the towering top of a temple. On the other, these huge mighty trees that line the road like guards, their massive branches swaying in the wind. The wind isn't strong, but gentle and soft, like a memory of some sort. And as it shakes and rustles the leaves creating a sizzling sound it makes me reminisce. It reminds me of emotions I let myself have. Of desires I have to force down. Of dreams that seem so far away. Today, I was walking home, when the gentle wind blew down the hill. And I stopped and looked up. The day was dark with thunder clouds but some weak light struggled through the leaves. The orchestra of branches sway, nature's tune is played. And you feel.
You feel happy. You feel sad. You feel surrounded by spirits. You feel alone.
You feel hope.
You feel as if God sent this wind. To talk to you. To make you feel things you have gained and lost. And to make you want it back so much more. You crush all other feelings and replace them with hope. Gentle hope.
Memories are the past. For the future, you can only hope. That God can guide you or inspire you to follow this path, so that when the ultimatum comes that day, you can embrace the glory that is fufilled hope or you can remain strong when the crushing blow is felt.
That was this gentle wind today. It blew to me so much thought.
This road, lies on a steep hill. On one side, a row of little houses and the towering top of a temple. On the other, these huge mighty trees that line the road like guards, their massive branches swaying in the wind. The wind isn't strong, but gentle and soft, like a memory of some sort. And as it shakes and rustles the leaves creating a sizzling sound it makes me reminisce. It reminds me of emotions I let myself have. Of desires I have to force down. Of dreams that seem so far away. Today, I was walking home, when the gentle wind blew down the hill. And I stopped and looked up. The day was dark with thunder clouds but some weak light struggled through the leaves. The orchestra of branches sway, nature's tune is played. And you feel.
You feel happy. You feel sad. You feel surrounded by spirits. You feel alone.
You feel hope.
You feel as if God sent this wind. To talk to you. To make you feel things you have gained and lost. And to make you want it back so much more. You crush all other feelings and replace them with hope. Gentle hope.
Memories are the past. For the future, you can only hope. That God can guide you or inspire you to follow this path, so that when the ultimatum comes that day, you can embrace the glory that is fufilled hope or you can remain strong when the crushing blow is felt.
That was this gentle wind today. It blew to me so much thought.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The one where I hate it all.
So... Nothing has changed has it. Its all the same. And I had such beautiful hope.
I thought it can't be a repeat of what happen the previous time. He is more committed now, he'll be better, smarter, more willing, more sensitive.
Perhaps Im being so greedy. Im asking so much and have done nothing. But he said it hurts him. Is he assuming that I'm immune to pain?
What just really gets me is that, he says that all those things. All those things that made me so hopeful and happy. He made me dream. But his actions speak otherwise.
He said it would be different. So why do I feel so much more alone.
I thought it can't be a repeat of what happen the previous time. He is more committed now, he'll be better, smarter, more willing, more sensitive.
Perhaps Im being so greedy. Im asking so much and have done nothing. But he said it hurts him. Is he assuming that I'm immune to pain?
What just really gets me is that, he says that all those things. All those things that made me so hopeful and happy. He made me dream. But his actions speak otherwise.
He said it would be different. So why do I feel so much more alone.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
The one with Youtube Videos
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm
and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner...
Cos you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
[Repeat in background]
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.
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"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.
The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.
When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The one where I stop blogging.
I decided that I will stop blogging for now. I do not think I am in the correct mental state to continue posting.
I will start blogging again when I can.
I received your letter, I'll write back soon.
Yours truly,
Chong Wen
I will start blogging again when I can.
I received your letter, I'll write back soon.
Yours truly,
Chong Wen
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The one where I sound desperate
I wonder when I'll finally be able to walk home alone without having to notice the emptiness of my heart. School restarted and has been able to carry me throughout the day in a positive mood. I'm not anymore different than I was before, still talking and joking and mentally tormenting classmates. But the moment we say our dry goodbyes of "dudehood" and part ways, there is no longer anyone left to put a show on for. In the past, some 2 years ago, if I walked home alone, I bear no smile. Not because I was upset or depressed, but because there was nothing to smile for. Trivial thoughts just flew through my mind, circling a few rounds before exiting via my ear. And then came a small period of sunshine. Life was worth living, worth waking up for and not because the Law told you too, but because you want to. Lonely walks home are joyful, a small hint of a smile was stuck on face as I skipped home humming tunes of The Corrs and Michael Buble and others. Now. Now I go home quietly. No skip in my step, no happy tune. It was just as dull as I used to be.
But there is a difference.
Trivial thoughts no longer fly through my head.
Sad thoughts do.
I sound whiny and pathetic, ranting about how unfortunate I am when I know somewhere in Africa a child is starving or somewhere in Malaysia, a Malaysian has an epiphany that he is indeed a Malaysian and starts crying.
But I am sad.
It has been 15 days since any known contact from you. Today you posted a song. I know we have this agreement here, but all I wanted to do all day is to reach for the phone and dial your number and ask you: "How was your day?". But I resist with much difficulty. I am trying my very best to give you want you want, space, time, thought. But I really really wish, want, hope, pray, to the bottom of my heart, to every fiber of my body, to every ounce of spirituality I possess, that you would just send me some sort of contact. A smiley message, a promised letter, a simple teeny mention on post, logging on MSN and not putting your status as "Appear Offline", even a poke on facebook.
I sound desperate. I must be. I want to use my facebook account.
I miss you.
But there is a difference.
Trivial thoughts no longer fly through my head.
Sad thoughts do.
I sound whiny and pathetic, ranting about how unfortunate I am when I know somewhere in Africa a child is starving or somewhere in Malaysia, a Malaysian has an epiphany that he is indeed a Malaysian and starts crying.
But I am sad.
It has been 15 days since any known contact from you. Today you posted a song. I know we have this agreement here, but all I wanted to do all day is to reach for the phone and dial your number and ask you: "How was your day?". But I resist with much difficulty. I am trying my very best to give you want you want, space, time, thought. But I really really wish, want, hope, pray, to the bottom of my heart, to every fiber of my body, to every ounce of spirituality I possess, that you would just send me some sort of contact. A smiley message, a promised letter, a simple teeny mention on post, logging on MSN and not putting your status as "Appear Offline", even a poke on facebook.
I sound desperate. I must be. I want to use my facebook account.
I miss you.
Monday, June 15, 2009
That one
It takes 5 days for a letter to reach you.
It takes 15 mins for me to personally hand it to you instead.
Remaining connections are dulled, diluted, nulified. They exist as a single thin thread, invisible in the light, easily broken and thrown away.
I feel nothing.
It takes 15 mins for me to personally hand it to you instead.
Remaining connections are dulled, diluted, nulified. They exist as a single thin thread, invisible in the light, easily broken and thrown away.
I feel nothing.
Friday, June 12, 2009
For you once more.
In the wee hours of the night, I had just lost the one thing in this world that made me happy. The one thing that made me smile in the morning and go to sleep with a happy heart. I have lost the only thing I can truly care for, the only thing that has made me less selfish as a person. In my last actions, my last actions of love, devotion and care, I grant the request made. Ill let go. Even if it means I end up in a worst world.
Goodbye.
So long.
Take Care.
Goodbye.
So long.
Take Care.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
For you
1. What is the relationship of you with him/her?
As of now, I don't know
2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her?
a) Honest
b) Thoughtful
c) Cautious
d) Diligent
e) Beautiful
3. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?
- Celebrate my Birthday, be there
4. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?
-"You're Beautiful"
5. If he/she becomes your lover, you will..
There are no proper words to express my feelings.
6. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will..
Blame myself.
7. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on..
Loving me.
8. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is..
Because of me.
9. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?
Give him time and understanding.
10. The overall impression of him/her is..
In very many ways, amazing.
10 months ago...
As of now, I don't know
2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her?
a) Honest
b) Thoughtful
c) Cautious
d) Diligent
e) Beautiful
3. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?
- Celebrate my Birthday, be there
4. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?
-"You're Beautiful"
5. If he/she becomes your lover, you will..
There are no proper words to express my feelings.
6. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will..
Blame myself.
7. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on..
Loving me.
8. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is..
Because of me.
9. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?
Give him time and understanding.
10. The overall impression of him/her is..
In very many ways, amazing.
10 months ago...
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The one with cutest picture you will ever see
Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind
Understand?
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind
Understand?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The one with the Picture of Selma Hayek
Happy 16th Birthday James! You can hit this now!
Went to the class outing. Was much fun.
I went swimming in the Sea with Ivan, Hui Xiang, Stacie, Chery, Huiyu, Denton, Ghee Wei. I was carrying Stacie on my back when I told her I was going to grab onto my pants so I can stop her from falling off me. She misheard me and grabbed my pants. She had to get off me so she could laugh her system normal after I told her what I actually said.
5 Years ago, when I was in Pri 6, I learned to roller skate in school. That was my first and only time rollerblading. Today when I put on skates, I froze on the spot. I could only remember how to balance. I changed for a bike later.
I cycled from one end of East Coast to the other, roughly 6.5km (inclusive of Pier Ghee Wei!) and on the way back, Ghee Wei in Skates was struggling to stay up...poor him. Today, I had no urge to punch him. I think its the school uniforms that make me all weird.
Went to the class outing. Was much fun.
I went swimming in the Sea with Ivan, Hui Xiang, Stacie, Chery, Huiyu, Denton, Ghee Wei. I was carrying Stacie on my back when I told her I was going to grab onto my pants so I can stop her from falling off me. She misheard me and grabbed my pants. She had to get off me so she could laugh her system normal after I told her what I actually said.
5 Years ago, when I was in Pri 6, I learned to roller skate in school. That was my first and only time rollerblading. Today when I put on skates, I froze on the spot. I could only remember how to balance. I changed for a bike later.
I cycled from one end of East Coast to the other, roughly 6.5km (inclusive of Pier Ghee Wei!) and on the way back, Ghee Wei in Skates was struggling to stay up...poor him. Today, I had no urge to punch him. I think its the school uniforms that make me all weird.
Monday, June 8, 2009
The one with the missing Orange Tarmac from Changi
So, I was online just searching around the good ole web when I found this.
That is what Miss Singapore wore for the Miss Universe National Culture Costumes segment. What the hell is that? It looks like she went to Mediacorp and stole that costume from the set of the stupid Nonya show. To be honest, the dress is just plain, but what I really cannot stand is that she destroyed Singapore's diminishing bio-diversity by plucking sea coral, spray-painting it gold and then stuck it on her head? Are they trying to compensate hair? Or are they trying to hide those ears that sticks out like an exicted teenage boy?
If you thought this was bad, see what they sent the next one in.
Attention, Attention, there is an orange tarmac missing from Changi Airport...
Do Singapore tailors just suck at making dresses? Or does our "culture" just suck.
Sigh, why doesn't Singapore have a cool culture like Hungary
Or Croatia...
Or Greece...
Heh heh... Or El Salvador, Don't you just love their Latino flavour?
Or something exotic like Lebanon's...
Why can't our culture be like Turkey's! I mean just look her. -Dress. Her dress. Look at her dress, isn't it so... cultural.
That is what Miss Singapore wore for the Miss Universe National Culture Costumes segment. What the hell is that? It looks like she went to Mediacorp and stole that costume from the set of the stupid Nonya show. To be honest, the dress is just plain, but what I really cannot stand is that she destroyed Singapore's diminishing bio-diversity by plucking sea coral, spray-painting it gold and then stuck it on her head? Are they trying to compensate hair? Or are they trying to hide those ears that sticks out like an exicted teenage boy?
If you thought this was bad, see what they sent the next one in.
Attention, Attention, there is an orange tarmac missing from Changi Airport...
Do Singapore tailors just suck at making dresses? Or does our "culture" just suck.
Sigh, why doesn't Singapore have a cool culture like Hungary
Or Croatia...
Or Greece...
Heh heh... Or El Salvador, Don't you just love their Latino flavour?
Or something exotic like Lebanon's...
Why can't our culture be like Turkey's! I mean just look her. -Dress. Her dress. Look at her dress, isn't it so... cultural.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
The one with the 4 Cultures
Knowing that many Singaporeans do not have much of an attention span to fully enjoy this, (Yes Ivan, Im talking about how dialogue in movies bore you), this is mainly for the very few, few, few, few, few, few people who I know will appreciate it (Yes Ben, Im talking about you)
http://www.youtube.com/homeproject
Even if you dont listen to it, the shots are amazing.
There are four types of Singaporeans in Singapore. They have different customs, thinking, interest, well-being and lifestyles, from these four, they can be further sub-catergorised into many other groups. But let us stick with these four. No, they are not Indian, Malay, Chinese, Eurasian. They are groups that are slowly drawing lines across Singapore Society which over the cross of 50 years, will deepen.
There are Sino-influenced people, people who take their ideas and life choices from mainly Asian sources, China, Japan, Taiwan, Korea. They are safe, cautious, who prefer not taking risk but follow the rules. To stay under the radar, to keep with what they know. They follow maintstream music from the top 100 Billboards of both C,J,K-pop as well as American Popstars.
There are Euro-influenced people, people who take their ideas and life choices from mainly European or American sources. They are outgoing, outspoken, brash, loud and open, putting themselves in the front line and risk for the slim chance of a reward. They listen to music outside of mainstream along with the mainstream, Jazz, Classical, Indie, foriegn languages.
There are the "Malay" Culture, the youths of some Malays who seek out to create a seperate, distinct and overall unconformist culture, to mark in retaliaion of the larger more domineering Chinese influences in Singapore. They are a compromise of both the Sino and Euro influenced people. They, on the surface behave like the Euros but in actual character, when faced with a challendge, lean to the Sino values.
And lastly, There are the Old Culture, the culture of our parents and grandparents, of the old cultures that are in out blood but no longer in our hearts. The origins of this culture still strives in China, Malaysia and Indonesia as well as India, but die here in replacement with the three forementioned cultures. In time, there will only be three Culture.
How do you know which culture you are in? Well the video link above, If you watched a significatn portion or the whole video, you are Euro-influenced. If not, Sino.
http://www.youtube.com/homeproject
Even if you dont listen to it, the shots are amazing.
There are four types of Singaporeans in Singapore. They have different customs, thinking, interest, well-being and lifestyles, from these four, they can be further sub-catergorised into many other groups. But let us stick with these four. No, they are not Indian, Malay, Chinese, Eurasian. They are groups that are slowly drawing lines across Singapore Society which over the cross of 50 years, will deepen.
There are Sino-influenced people, people who take their ideas and life choices from mainly Asian sources, China, Japan, Taiwan, Korea. They are safe, cautious, who prefer not taking risk but follow the rules. To stay under the radar, to keep with what they know. They follow maintstream music from the top 100 Billboards of both C,J,K-pop as well as American Popstars.
There are Euro-influenced people, people who take their ideas and life choices from mainly European or American sources. They are outgoing, outspoken, brash, loud and open, putting themselves in the front line and risk for the slim chance of a reward. They listen to music outside of mainstream along with the mainstream, Jazz, Classical, Indie, foriegn languages.
There are the "Malay" Culture, the youths of some Malays who seek out to create a seperate, distinct and overall unconformist culture, to mark in retaliaion of the larger more domineering Chinese influences in Singapore. They are a compromise of both the Sino and Euro influenced people. They, on the surface behave like the Euros but in actual character, when faced with a challendge, lean to the Sino values.
And lastly, There are the Old Culture, the culture of our parents and grandparents, of the old cultures that are in out blood but no longer in our hearts. The origins of this culture still strives in China, Malaysia and Indonesia as well as India, but die here in replacement with the three forementioned cultures. In time, there will only be three Culture.
How do you know which culture you are in? Well the video link above, If you watched a significatn portion or the whole video, you are Euro-influenced. If not, Sino.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The one with Dr Laura
I found this on the net. It was funny I loled.
Dear Dr. Laura:
Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them:
When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?
I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?
I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15:19- 24. The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.
Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are heathens. My friend says that you can buy a Muslim buy not a Jew. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Jews?
I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?
A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?
Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?
Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die?
I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?
My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? - Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)
I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.
Your devoted fan,
Jim
Dear Dr. Laura:
Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them:
When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?
I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?
I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15:19- 24. The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.
Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are heathens. My friend says that you can buy a Muslim buy not a Jew. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Jews?
I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?
A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?
Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?
Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die?
I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?
My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? - Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)
I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.
Your devoted fan,
Jim
Friday, May 29, 2009
The one with my shallow disappointments
I sit by the computer, typing and pondering over my mixed match thoughts on life as a whole. There are many problems within my life that I wish would just simply vanish into thin air, to be forgotten and to be ignored. Everyone has baggage, everyone wishes that their problems would also simply just melt away. For Wei Chin, its the decision whether or not to drop to Basic Chinese, for Ghee Wei, I suppose is the ever-hanging present rush to complete and qualify for DSA, for Obama would be the hardline attacks of the Republican party, and for Rush Limbaugh, the actual chance that Obama will suceed. My problems don't are not any less troubling. I have disappointing grades, a lazy bone within my body and as many of you would agree upon, a fat ass.
Procrastination is my vice.
Ghee Wei's achievements are my envy.
The Mid Years are my shallow disappointments.
The school is my oppressor.
Laze is my greed.
My heart is my battleground.
My Mind is my punishment.
Mr Muru, has always quoted (again, and again and again: We get it) that by having a school and education is a priviledge - along with the toilet, free thought, student logic and detention - that we should appreciate. But sometimes I think that it is the opposite. I think that we are sometimes jealous, are envious of that Colombian Peasant Farmer who is too poor for school. He has no pressure to suceed, he has reached the bar intended for him. He has no future, for he does not need to think that far. We think of future careers, NS, University choices, love and appreciation. Things too far in the future to achieve but way too close to ignore. The farmer thinks of his next meal and where he will sleep tonight.
We are sad people, whose lives are govern by someone else's thought and action.
Procrastination is my vice.
Ghee Wei's achievements are my envy.
The Mid Years are my shallow disappointments.
The school is my oppressor.
Laze is my greed.
My heart is my battleground.
My Mind is my punishment.
Mr Muru, has always quoted (again, and again and again: We get it) that by having a school and education is a priviledge - along with the toilet, free thought, student logic and detention - that we should appreciate. But sometimes I think that it is the opposite. I think that we are sometimes jealous, are envious of that Colombian Peasant Farmer who is too poor for school. He has no pressure to suceed, he has reached the bar intended for him. He has no future, for he does not need to think that far. We think of future careers, NS, University choices, love and appreciation. Things too far in the future to achieve but way too close to ignore. The farmer thinks of his next meal and where he will sleep tonight.
We are sad people, whose lives are govern by someone else's thought and action.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The one with the flying breathing Dinosaurs
I thought it was some sort of joke or a personal ad for herion addicts with dragon-sex fetishes. And then I realise, it was something worse. It was a Chinese Pop Album Cover.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSE TO BE? TO SCARE CHILDREN?
*Imagines a parent buying that and threatening their children to do their homework or they will hang it over their bed.
One day, Ja- I mean Gay Chou was sitting in a bean bag chair made of used cardigans and skinnies that frantic fangirls rip off from their boyfriends(because these days, boys wear Girl clothes and girls wear genie pants) and threw on stage when he suddenly realised that his hair was obstructing the view of his eyes and finally linked it with why he dresses so bad wearing shiny silk cowboy shirts. Because he can't fucking see the mirror.
"Ew... Why did I try that Hannah Montana look..." He went lifting his fringe up.
As he was wondered how the hell his manager pin that ugly shit-of-a-tie onto his neck, he thought of a brand new album!
*Rolls eyes
If I have offended anyone else named Jay, I am deeply sorry. Mostly because you share the same name with this bugger here.
But you see, this Jay, donned a Star Trek Armour, wielding a weapon I can only assume that he stole from Maple Story, with fire-breathing pterodactyls swirling the skys of a city he drew for his Primary School Art club and got an A+ on. His art teacher, Ms Kimberly, thought the Fire-breathing reptiles were a nice touch. The album's name is Capricorn. Someone explain to me how a freakin goat is related to Flying, fire-breathing dinosaurs?
You see he is Gay and not Jay, because you have to be that Gay in order to think of a something as gay as this cover. Therefore, I am convinced that his marketing manager misspelt Gay into Jay. For you have to just as EQUALLY gay as the cover to buy it.
I bet someone got fired.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSE TO BE? TO SCARE CHILDREN?
*Imagines a parent buying that and threatening their children to do their homework or they will hang it over their bed.
One day, Ja- I mean Gay Chou was sitting in a bean bag chair made of used cardigans and skinnies that frantic fangirls rip off from their boyfriends(because these days, boys wear Girl clothes and girls wear genie pants) and threw on stage when he suddenly realised that his hair was obstructing the view of his eyes and finally linked it with why he dresses so bad wearing shiny silk cowboy shirts. Because he can't fucking see the mirror.
"Ew... Why did I try that Hannah Montana look..." He went lifting his fringe up.
As he was wondered how the hell his manager pin that ugly shit-of-a-tie onto his neck, he thought of a brand new album!
*Rolls eyes
If I have offended anyone else named Jay, I am deeply sorry. Mostly because you share the same name with this bugger here.
But you see, this Jay, donned a Star Trek Armour, wielding a weapon I can only assume that he stole from Maple Story, with fire-breathing pterodactyls swirling the skys of a city he drew for his Primary School Art club and got an A+ on. His art teacher, Ms Kimberly, thought the Fire-breathing reptiles were a nice touch. The album's name is Capricorn. Someone explain to me how a freakin goat is related to Flying, fire-breathing dinosaurs?
You see he is Gay and not Jay, because you have to be that Gay in order to think of a something as gay as this cover. Therefore, I am convinced that his marketing manager misspelt Gay into Jay. For you have to just as EQUALLY gay as the cover to buy it.
I bet someone got fired.
Friday, April 17, 2009
The one with the naked reading
Oh god, it was so long ago when I lasted blogged. I blame School.
Sometimes after I take a shower, I will stumble into my bedroom wearing nothing but a towel, pluck a book from the shelf and just collaspe onto the bed. Aside from the towel that uh... shields my bed from my uh.. "specialness", I would be naked and feel so gooo-OOd about it. In other words, I enjoy reading naked on my bed. It is a most liberating feeling. After showering, my skin would usually feel - oh so - smooth, clean and comfortable. Now, if you are reading this, you must be going:
But gently put aside the idea of a naked "me" and ponder about it. After showering, I am in the cleanest state possible, lying on top of the most comfortable surface in my house, "wearing" the least restrictive, least uncomfortable "suit" while partaking in a relaxing activity. It does not get better than this.
The bad part is when people knock on your locked door.
Sigh.
Sometimes after I take a shower, I will stumble into my bedroom wearing nothing but a towel, pluck a book from the shelf and just collaspe onto the bed. Aside from the towel that uh... shields my bed from my uh.. "specialness", I would be naked and feel so gooo-OOd about it. In other words, I enjoy reading naked on my bed. It is a most liberating feeling. After showering, my skin would usually feel - oh so - smooth, clean and comfortable. Now, if you are reading this, you must be going:
But gently put aside the idea of a naked "me" and ponder about it. After showering, I am in the cleanest state possible, lying on top of the most comfortable surface in my house, "wearing" the least restrictive, least uncomfortable "suit" while partaking in a relaxing activity. It does not get better than this.
The bad part is when people knock on your locked door.
Sigh.
Friday, March 27, 2009
The one with the "stupid blowjob"
It has been quite a term in school. I should work harder now but temptation to slack is rather high. I drew up a new schedule that will hopefully to me back on track on working for a good 4 hrs a day. My weekends will be spent at the libraries revising work and so on. The temptation to goof off is lower at a bookkeepers hideout. Though, ill be ready to take a break when my uh... important person has reached me... yeah you guys know who im talking about.
Aloysius Charles (Dill Harris Baker John Elisabeth-Evevlyn) Lim, has been quite a friend these few months. Last year, I didnt spend much time with him for Ghee Wei had a strong grip over him when we were fighting a silent battle. Aloysius was on "his side". This year, he is conveniently located just behind me in class and talking to him is very easy. Our conversation topics range from a common ground of math and religious discussion, god and christianity and all, though faithfully ignoring any soccer topics. I would just feint interest and nod when he brings it up. His company is rather enlightening even interesting.
This year my bio lab partner is Denton. Until this year, I never quite talked to him, we never had the chance. But he shares with me his dreams on becoming a zoologist, often consulting me when it comes to career moves, during Bio. We make good conversation, joking and making rude comments about various biology topics especially regarding the Human reproduction system.
Amanda Woo and Goh (Herry Michael) Cheezer, remind me of an old married couple. They bicker, they fight, they call each other affectionally "blowjob" and "gay". Yet they are good friends. I found it sweet that Cheeser went to the effort to buy her an entire cake for her birthday. It is almost like flirting, in my opinion when they fight.
"Qize! Stop singing! So disgusting"
"Shut up, stupid blowjob"
*hits Qize "Bitch"
Then again, Qize does sing very bad. It is horrible.
I wish CCA was more fufilling. Back in the day, under Ben's presidency, I felt like I was doing something important to improve my self and my CCA. But due to weak leadership and my lack of power to do anything about it, after the first batch left CCA, the CCA has been steadily getting worse. Now the club has broken down to wasting time in front of computers, searching for youtube videos and miniclip games. Gone are the days where people work, do filming, editing, and sort of learning. Here are the days that are crappers.
Aloysius Charles (Dill Harris Baker John Elisabeth-Evevlyn) Lim, has been quite a friend these few months. Last year, I didnt spend much time with him for Ghee Wei had a strong grip over him when we were fighting a silent battle. Aloysius was on "his side". This year, he is conveniently located just behind me in class and talking to him is very easy. Our conversation topics range from a common ground of math and religious discussion, god and christianity and all, though faithfully ignoring any soccer topics. I would just feint interest and nod when he brings it up. His company is rather enlightening even interesting.
This year my bio lab partner is Denton. Until this year, I never quite talked to him, we never had the chance. But he shares with me his dreams on becoming a zoologist, often consulting me when it comes to career moves, during Bio. We make good conversation, joking and making rude comments about various biology topics especially regarding the Human reproduction system.
Amanda Woo and Goh (Herry Michael) Cheezer, remind me of an old married couple. They bicker, they fight, they call each other affectionally "blowjob" and "gay". Yet they are good friends. I found it sweet that Cheeser went to the effort to buy her an entire cake for her birthday. It is almost like flirting, in my opinion when they fight.
"Qize! Stop singing! So disgusting"
"Shut up, stupid blowjob"
*hits Qize "Bitch"
Then again, Qize does sing very bad. It is horrible.
I wish CCA was more fufilling. Back in the day, under Ben's presidency, I felt like I was doing something important to improve my self and my CCA. But due to weak leadership and my lack of power to do anything about it, after the first batch left CCA, the CCA has been steadily getting worse. Now the club has broken down to wasting time in front of computers, searching for youtube videos and miniclip games. Gone are the days where people work, do filming, editing, and sort of learning. Here are the days that are crappers.
Monday, March 16, 2009
The one with the Oral Exams
PART ONE
The dark sky thunders away in the horizon, foolishly chasing the flashes of light that hide secretly behind the dark clouds, shielding the earth from the rays of the sulking sun. Two armies march in unison stomping of boots, faces grim with anger and hatred, muscles tightened and alert, looking for a fight to pick, for a reason to kill or die. They selected a spot, an empty field, whose grass has gone brown with death, and whose few trees bear nothing but ominous branches and the ever-present squawk of a circling vulture. They march on until a single half-mile divides the two army, grey with sweat and dirt. Nothing but the merciless wind makes a noise. Slowly, the commanding general draws his rusty blade into the air. "CHARGE!" he thunders, challenging the sky's supremacy. "KILL!" retaliates the opposing General, his sword up high in sky. The two armies begin a relentless charge into each other, sounding off with a battle cry, inspired straight from the deepest level of hell.
There was a clanging of metal.
There was the final voices of the dead.
There was the sound of the merciless wind.
Blood painted the grass in a shimmering red running deep into the earth. It begins to rain.
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PART TWO
Rain pours onto the field, washing it of the sins and crimes so brutally committed. Blood runs off, the redness dilutes and the field, cleanse of the evil that had become of it. And then, a beautiful chorus emerges, its origin could only be that of the Heavenly Paradise. The rain stops and the clouds begin to disperse as the notes of the heavenly voice flow through the now merciful wind. The energised Sun, reclaims its authority in the sky, shaming the dark clouds away. As the light of Kings hit so gently upon the earth soil, it brings to it life. Light brings about the Green grass, revived from the crass it was. Trees blossomed into rich greenery, thick and lustrous in its branches that bear flowers of the brightest colours God had granted so kindly. Winged Angels now emerge from the clouds, still singing the purest essence of the universe. Woodland creatures emerges, frolicking in the life of the gorgeous field. The angels bless the land, with prayer and song. The land never to be touched again by the hands of the harmful.
Part One is my Chinese Oral Examination.
Part Two is my English Oral Examination.
The dark sky thunders away in the horizon, foolishly chasing the flashes of light that hide secretly behind the dark clouds, shielding the earth from the rays of the sulking sun. Two armies march in unison stomping of boots, faces grim with anger and hatred, muscles tightened and alert, looking for a fight to pick, for a reason to kill or die. They selected a spot, an empty field, whose grass has gone brown with death, and whose few trees bear nothing but ominous branches and the ever-present squawk of a circling vulture. They march on until a single half-mile divides the two army, grey with sweat and dirt. Nothing but the merciless wind makes a noise. Slowly, the commanding general draws his rusty blade into the air. "CHARGE!" he thunders, challenging the sky's supremacy. "KILL!" retaliates the opposing General, his sword up high in sky. The two armies begin a relentless charge into each other, sounding off with a battle cry, inspired straight from the deepest level of hell.
There was a clanging of metal.
There was the final voices of the dead.
There was the sound of the merciless wind.
Blood painted the grass in a shimmering red running deep into the earth. It begins to rain.
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PART TWO
Rain pours onto the field, washing it of the sins and crimes so brutally committed. Blood runs off, the redness dilutes and the field, cleanse of the evil that had become of it. And then, a beautiful chorus emerges, its origin could only be that of the Heavenly Paradise. The rain stops and the clouds begin to disperse as the notes of the heavenly voice flow through the now merciful wind. The energised Sun, reclaims its authority in the sky, shaming the dark clouds away. As the light of Kings hit so gently upon the earth soil, it brings to it life. Light brings about the Green grass, revived from the crass it was. Trees blossomed into rich greenery, thick and lustrous in its branches that bear flowers of the brightest colours God had granted so kindly. Winged Angels now emerge from the clouds, still singing the purest essence of the universe. Woodland creatures emerges, frolicking in the life of the gorgeous field. The angels bless the land, with prayer and song. The land never to be touched again by the hands of the harmful.
Part One is my Chinese Oral Examination.
Part Two is my English Oral Examination.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
The one where I downgraded
Finally! Cracking open the blog.
HELLO MY FELLOW BLOG FANS!!
- cricket noises -
NICE TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN!
- several dustballs blow by -
Right.
This Friday we are going to have a Parent-Teacher Meeting. On Monday, we are having some motivational camp. Both of them have parents attending some O level talk. I believe that is the 4th O Level talk my parent(s) have been forced to attend.
Strangely, my parents are grumbling more about the meeting than I am. Something about waking up early and driving to my school and all that.
I could be like other blogs and blog about how my good-ish grades made me happy-ish. But that would be boring wont it?
Dawn asked me whether or not I had many friends. I replied, asking her define friends. Whether you mean friends you would seek out to be with or friends whose presence is just so convienient. She clarified it as the second one and I assumed that I have about 200 of those friends. They did not quite understand what I meant. Later, I overheard that she was trying to explain her relations with several people and the status of "friends" and I jumped in and explain to her that this relation is similar to the one i described.
"True Friends are people who wait for you, when you get left behind in a group, because you need to tie your shoelace. True friends will wait there til they are tied again"
is what i told her.
Friends are a gem a piece. Its hard to find a true diamond among all the Zirconium.
Oh right I downgraded to Basic Chinese. I dont know why people insist on saying I dropped it. I didnt! I just opted for a simpler version! I DOWNGRADED!!!!
HELLO MY FELLOW BLOG FANS!!
- cricket noises -
NICE TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN!
- several dustballs blow by -
Right.
This Friday we are going to have a Parent-Teacher Meeting. On Monday, we are having some motivational camp. Both of them have parents attending some O level talk. I believe that is the 4th O Level talk my parent(s) have been forced to attend.
Strangely, my parents are grumbling more about the meeting than I am. Something about waking up early and driving to my school and all that.
I could be like other blogs and blog about how my good-ish grades made me happy-ish. But that would be boring wont it?
Dawn asked me whether or not I had many friends. I replied, asking her define friends. Whether you mean friends you would seek out to be with or friends whose presence is just so convienient. She clarified it as the second one and I assumed that I have about 200 of those friends. They did not quite understand what I meant. Later, I overheard that she was trying to explain her relations with several people and the status of "friends" and I jumped in and explain to her that this relation is similar to the one i described.
"True Friends are people who wait for you, when you get left behind in a group, because you need to tie your shoelace. True friends will wait there til they are tied again"
is what i told her.
Friends are a gem a piece. Its hard to find a true diamond among all the Zirconium.
Oh right I downgraded to Basic Chinese. I dont know why people insist on saying I dropped it. I didnt! I just opted for a simpler version! I DOWNGRADED!!!!
Friday, February 20, 2009
The one with the Procastination
I wish my life was more exciting. I wished I had more things to do. I wished I was involved in like plenty of meaningful projects and that the teachers gave me more work to do. I would like to use the time i have more productively. But I cant. Im very ineffective that way. Had the teachers ordered me to finish revision chapter 3 to 18 by tomorrow, I would be right on my ass immediatly working it off. Every night after school, when I head home, I make myself excuses.
"Its alright, I had a long day at school, let me watch a little TV"
"An extra half hour wont hurt!"
"Its only an hour til dinner, ill start work AFTER it"
"Dinner was filling, I need to rest a bit, wont hurt to watch TV"
"Whoops, its late night time to sleep"
And it happens every night. Worst still, last night I watched TV while doing my Social Study SBQs. I should be studying now. Yet I feel like goofy off. You know what? Im going to study now! Im going to revise my E math! Shorty right after this post is done!
Shaddup...
I hope I get into SJII, I think I really need it. From what I hear, the amount of work poured will keep me busy. To be honest, I like the part where after you do a good few hours of work, you stand up, stretch and say "Ah that was time well spent!"
Bleh...My life...
"Its alright, I had a long day at school, let me watch a little TV"
"An extra half hour wont hurt!"
"Its only an hour til dinner, ill start work AFTER it"
"Dinner was filling, I need to rest a bit, wont hurt to watch TV"
"Whoops, its late night time to sleep"
And it happens every night. Worst still, last night I watched TV while doing my Social Study SBQs. I should be studying now. Yet I feel like goofy off. You know what? Im going to study now! Im going to revise my E math! Shorty right after this post is done!
Shaddup...
I hope I get into SJII, I think I really need it. From what I hear, the amount of work poured will keep me busy. To be honest, I like the part where after you do a good few hours of work, you stand up, stretch and say "Ah that was time well spent!"
Bleh...My life...
Saturday, February 14, 2009
The one with the Valentines
Its Valentines day. Being a total geek I am, I found out how Valentines Day was created.
Valentines Day, was named after Saint Valentine, whose feast day lie on 14 Feb. Who interestingly enough, became a saint not because he was a man of love. No... That title is reserved only for Austin Powers. He was a saint because he was killed for his religion, a maryt of Christianity. Now... Im no genius. But how does one link, the bloody, hateful execuetion of a priest, with the Love machine that is Valentines Day?
Here is another fun fun fact. In South Korea, on the 14 Feb, Women give men chocolates as a token of love. On 14 March, Men reprocicate the appreciation by giving non-chocolate sweets. However on 14 April. Those who did not recieve any gifts, head to Chinese Restaurants and eat black noodles to mourn their single life.
Oh that is cruel....
Valentines Day, was named after Saint Valentine, whose feast day lie on 14 Feb. Who interestingly enough, became a saint not because he was a man of love. No... That title is reserved only for Austin Powers. He was a saint because he was killed for his religion, a maryt of Christianity. Now... Im no genius. But how does one link, the bloody, hateful execuetion of a priest, with the Love machine that is Valentines Day?
Here is another fun fun fact. In South Korea, on the 14 Feb, Women give men chocolates as a token of love. On 14 March, Men reprocicate the appreciation by giving non-chocolate sweets. However on 14 April. Those who did not recieve any gifts, head to Chinese Restaurants and eat black noodles to mourn their single life.
Oh that is cruel....
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The one where I shouted
So get this, the other day I was playing Tai Tee with, well the Tai Tee club of E4 (Qize, Amanda, Johnathon, the usual). It was during the Lit class when Ms Jaz wasnt in class. So as I was sorting my cards out, Hui Xiang started to throw pens at me. I glared at him, but he kept throwing them at me. When I refused to turned around to see him target me with the pens he threw them anyway. Any at that point, I snapped. I stood up and shouted at him, aiming the pen back in a high sweep. I saw him leap from his seat and cower by the metal closet.
I was loud, and ripped off a large one at Hui Xiang. And I turned around and saw that the class was silent. Or at least more silent. And for a moment, I felt like everyone was at that moment afraid of me, or at least respecting me.
Or so I thought. Or felt.
I sat down and played my pairs.
I was loud, and ripped off a large one at Hui Xiang. And I turned around and saw that the class was silent. Or at least more silent. And for a moment, I felt like everyone was at that moment afraid of me, or at least respecting me.
Or so I thought. Or felt.
I sat down and played my pairs.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The one with the Spanish Dub
Plug in your earphones,
Clear your mind.
Play the video.
Happy 6 months.
Spanish dub...
Clear your mind.
Play the video.
Happy 6 months.
Spanish dub...
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The one with the rotting chicken
Dear readers, thank you for being patient with me. Blogs are not on my priority with so much going on.
Im going to do a little run down on school
Mdm Sieow, Im starting to dislike her, not hate her, just dislike her. I find her "homework" assignments in class too dry to be consider putting in effort, too lax to consider as work. It really bugs me that we are doing newspaper writing, that has absolutely nothing to do with any of our English syllabus. Its been a month and yet, we havent recieve any serious work yet, no essays, no letters, no nothing. I wish Mrs Ng was teaching again. Can almost hear her voice going "Hamdan! Where is your homework!" before shoving her finger out of the door.
The Canteen food is starting to infect my taste buds. I cannot really enjoy it any more. Out of the 6 stores selling food, I only dare approach the Rice store, for the others are either too plain, too deadly or too disgusting. But after a good year, the potatoes are turning mushy, the chicken rots in my mouth, the vegetables begin to taste like paper.
I need real food...
I believe ACE will begin to push my nights later. I might have to adjust to 6hrs of sleep soon. Damn it, I need to live closer.
It is the last year of my secondary school. I plan to collect and collate the numbers and emails of close friends, and bond with others so as to leave an imprint my memory on them. Currently, I working on Eugene, Jay, Dyian, Aloysious, Amanda, Johnaton, Denton and Qi Ze. Friends are prescious, we should treasure all of them and heal all nastiness between each other.
Im going to do a little run down on school
Mdm Sieow, Im starting to dislike her, not hate her, just dislike her. I find her "homework" assignments in class too dry to be consider putting in effort, too lax to consider as work. It really bugs me that we are doing newspaper writing, that has absolutely nothing to do with any of our English syllabus. Its been a month and yet, we havent recieve any serious work yet, no essays, no letters, no nothing. I wish Mrs Ng was teaching again. Can almost hear her voice going "Hamdan! Where is your homework!" before shoving her finger out of the door.
The Canteen food is starting to infect my taste buds. I cannot really enjoy it any more. Out of the 6 stores selling food, I only dare approach the Rice store, for the others are either too plain, too deadly or too disgusting. But after a good year, the potatoes are turning mushy, the chicken rots in my mouth, the vegetables begin to taste like paper.
I need real food...
I believe ACE will begin to push my nights later. I might have to adjust to 6hrs of sleep soon. Damn it, I need to live closer.
It is the last year of my secondary school. I plan to collect and collate the numbers and emails of close friends, and bond with others so as to leave an imprint my memory on them. Currently, I working on Eugene, Jay, Dyian, Aloysious, Amanda, Johnaton, Denton and Qi Ze. Friends are prescious, we should treasure all of them and heal all nastiness between each other.
Monday, January 26, 2009
The one with the dialects
I have been thinking a lot about my roots these days. Old people have that effect on you.
I asked my Grandfather where he was born. He wrote it down on tissue stating "Fujian Province, Fuzhou City, Min Hou District, Gan Zhe Township, Mountain Front Village (山前村)" I went home and tracked its location. It is a cute little village in a valley not far from Fuzhou.
Some day, I'll visit there and talk with the family I have there. Especially about my Grandfather, who returns on a regular basis back to China. Apparently, we have this book that traces my genealogy back a few generations which I ask my grandfather to bring over when he comes house visiting.
You know, given the chance, I would like to relearn my Chinese again and given the chance, my maternal Teochew and paternal Hokkien Dialect. There is something worth preserving there, the lineage of my grandparents.
I asked my Grandfather where he was born. He wrote it down on tissue stating "Fujian Province, Fuzhou City, Min Hou District, Gan Zhe Township, Mountain Front Village (山前村)" I went home and tracked its location. It is a cute little village in a valley not far from Fuzhou.
Some day, I'll visit there and talk with the family I have there. Especially about my Grandfather, who returns on a regular basis back to China. Apparently, we have this book that traces my genealogy back a few generations which I ask my grandfather to bring over when he comes house visiting.
You know, given the chance, I would like to relearn my Chinese again and given the chance, my maternal Teochew and paternal Hokkien Dialect. There is something worth preserving there, the lineage of my grandparents.
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