I have this thing about watches.
I remember in the past, when I was in primary and even secondary school (started from p4 I think) I used to change watches once a year. Yah quite a waste of money come to think of it. But my excuse then to my mum would always be, the battery's running out! (And indeed they Do run out after one year, or thereabouts) And she would bring me shopping for watches. One of the rare things I liked to shop for. Yes I hated shopping.
Oh she would always bring me to this small shop in Thomson Plaza, which sold, and still sells I think, Casio watches. Authorised dealer leh. So yah, I would just go there, happily choose a watch, be told it doesnt look nice on me, insist on it, and get it. I guess I sorta knew the price range my mum was looking at too, and 'upgraded' my watches like slowly, as I grew up.
Oh approaching JC I had this stainless steel watch which I kept for two years. Loved it, but it got lost in the army. Sigh.
Bought my first watch, using my own money, in the army. Cost me a bomb then, like, 3/4 of my allowance.
Promised myself then that I'll wear it for as long as I can - and I still am wearing it. In fact, I don't think I'll ever change it - I have another one for more formal events [yup thanks for the watch guys ;) ] and that might change as I conform to societal pressures - but this one will always be with me. Heck I'll keep it in a glass box or something if its beyond reasonable repair.
Yup I just like the versatility of it - the stainless steel and 'hands' giving it some form of sensibility; the alternating rubber pieces showing my individualistic side (conforming, yet rebelling, at the same time); the electronic functions, and the digital time shown, lurking beneath its sensible exterior; the horribly loud colours of the backlight (purple and green) providing conversational topics (I like it despite its flaws)...
I just love my watch.
No this is not some random rant or egoistic display of pretentious pride, btw, though I do love my watch.
Monday, February 20, 2006
What you need to do is to look into his or her eyes, listen to what he/she is saying, and make him/her believe he/she is the only one in the world worth listening to - the focal point of the universe - in that whole conversation. Suspend all personal beliefs temporarily; take note of every detail he/she is saying; show that you are taking note.
Then if you want to disagree, don't take a stand. Let him/her take it. Ask him/her questions that prove the validity of his/her statement. Ask nicely. Show that you are really interested in the statement - believe it is true - but just want to clarify some simple doubts about certain minute details.
Applying this to a large group - speak to each and every member of the audience. Converse with them, with your eyes. Don't look through them as if they are ants in a horde, waiting to bite at every wrong word you utter - look at them. You are on their side.
And wear a suit.
Yup too much coffee again. Just thinking aloud, in general. And yeah I admit I do do the above, sometimes when I talk to you, my dear friends. And I know this might sound quite artificial now, but that is because I really want to get to know you better, no ulterior motives like getting a raise or something for me. There is a reason why I've taken my blog add off my friendster profile - I've let you, yup you selected few, know of the existence of this blog because I want you to know me.
I'm not really a good person either - I assume a different exterior, one that perhaps people just want to know - but I know I don't have any regrets in what good friends I've made over the years, and whom I've let slip my innermost feelings and thoughts.
Then if you want to disagree, don't take a stand. Let him/her take it. Ask him/her questions that prove the validity of his/her statement. Ask nicely. Show that you are really interested in the statement - believe it is true - but just want to clarify some simple doubts about certain minute details.
Applying this to a large group - speak to each and every member of the audience. Converse with them, with your eyes. Don't look through them as if they are ants in a horde, waiting to bite at every wrong word you utter - look at them. You are on their side.
And wear a suit.
Yup too much coffee again. Just thinking aloud, in general. And yeah I admit I do do the above, sometimes when I talk to you, my dear friends. And I know this might sound quite artificial now, but that is because I really want to get to know you better, no ulterior motives like getting a raise or something for me. There is a reason why I've taken my blog add off my friendster profile - I've let you, yup you selected few, know of the existence of this blog because I want you to know me.
I'm not really a good person either - I assume a different exterior, one that perhaps people just want to know - but I know I don't have any regrets in what good friends I've made over the years, and whom I've let slip my innermost feelings and thoughts.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Don't know why, but I recall this moment when Shumei and I were having this conversation in this quaint little cafe (Big Hands) near university. There were people around, so I started using words like "copulation" and "declarations of love" hoping nobody'd notice such archaic language.
Hoping lah.
But yeah. She said something in response I'd remember for life - "What declarations of love lah, copulation lah... Yuan.. why you so toot one?"
But I am, what. Don't see why I should change this side of myself.
;)
Hoping lah.
But yeah. She said something in response I'd remember for life - "What declarations of love lah, copulation lah... Yuan.. why you so toot one?"
But I am, what. Don't see why I should change this side of myself.
;)
I'm down with the flu.
Well, technically, I don't know for sure, since I only have a running nose, slight cough and fever. And haven't had any tests done to confirm whether I've been infected by a virus, bacteria, fungus or other assorted micro-organisms.
But yeah. Tried to sleep the whole day off today. Drank like 6 litres of water? Tried to flush out everything, basically.
And had ice-cream, chocolates and 2 bananas in strawberry and toffee sauce.
I need the energy to fight the infection lah. Staving off invaders is quite tiring for the defenders of your immune system you know.
But yeah. Declared to all and sundry that I'm sick (on msn), and a senior msged me, asking if I was lovesick.
No I'm not, but it definitely doesn't help.
Well, technically, I don't know for sure, since I only have a running nose, slight cough and fever. And haven't had any tests done to confirm whether I've been infected by a virus, bacteria, fungus or other assorted micro-organisms.
But yeah. Tried to sleep the whole day off today. Drank like 6 litres of water? Tried to flush out everything, basically.
And had ice-cream, chocolates and 2 bananas in strawberry and toffee sauce.
I need the energy to fight the infection lah. Staving off invaders is quite tiring for the defenders of your immune system you know.
But yeah. Declared to all and sundry that I'm sick (on msn), and a senior msged me, asking if I was lovesick.
No I'm not, but it definitely doesn't help.
Monday, February 06, 2006
| The Keys to Your Heart |
 You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily. |
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Erm yeah. I do realise also that I derive pervese pleasure from throwing out pseudo-cheem english phrases and words in my writing. Somehow it helps me let off steam lah.
Please forgive me yah? If I've hurt you, my reader, unwittingly, I sincerely apologise for my lack of decorum, good taste (in words) and a fake arrogance I can't take off my persona.
Sorry lah.
Please forgive me yah? If I've hurt you, my reader, unwittingly, I sincerely apologise for my lack of decorum, good taste (in words) and a fake arrogance I can't take off my persona.
Sorry lah.
And to prove that my mind is still working, here's one example of what I've just memorised:
You know the mucociliary escalator I was writing about the last time? The swallowing of assorted bacteria, dust and the debris your vacuum cleaner missed the last time you swiped it on the floor? Well it doesn't just work from nose to gullet. It also works from lungs to gullet. So basically you swallow all of the above, AND that damn chemical you smelled and swore never to get close to again in the secondary school/JC science lab.
On a lighter note, we have such a great immune system that we can afford the over 50 million macrophages (blood cells that 'eat' bacteria and assorted junk) that perish in that same mucus each day after doing what it is they're supposed to do.
Oh you don't want to hear about disgusting mucus anymore? OK then, here's another interesting tidbit. If your lungs ever collapse (due to various reasons, like a stab to the chest) it is relatively easy to remove the air in your pleural cavity. Basically you just need to stick a tube (after adminstering local anasthetics, of course) and let the air and/or blood flow out. Your lungs will 'reinflate' after some time.
And if ever you feel that you should take up smoking, here's another interesting one: if you are male, 15-30, and smoke heavily, you're more likely to suffer from a spontaneous pneumothorax. Basically means your lungs will 'deflate' (sorta) for no reason.
Of course you might die from it.
And yes I do realise I'm posting quite morbid stuff. But are we not morbid creatures seeking to run free, underneath all that mascara and machismo?
You know the mucociliary escalator I was writing about the last time? The swallowing of assorted bacteria, dust and the debris your vacuum cleaner missed the last time you swiped it on the floor? Well it doesn't just work from nose to gullet. It also works from lungs to gullet. So basically you swallow all of the above, AND that damn chemical you smelled and swore never to get close to again in the secondary school/JC science lab.
On a lighter note, we have such a great immune system that we can afford the over 50 million macrophages (blood cells that 'eat' bacteria and assorted junk) that perish in that same mucus each day after doing what it is they're supposed to do.
Oh you don't want to hear about disgusting mucus anymore? OK then, here's another interesting tidbit. If your lungs ever collapse (due to various reasons, like a stab to the chest) it is relatively easy to remove the air in your pleural cavity. Basically you just need to stick a tube (after adminstering local anasthetics, of course) and let the air and/or blood flow out. Your lungs will 'reinflate' after some time.
And if ever you feel that you should take up smoking, here's another interesting one: if you are male, 15-30, and smoke heavily, you're more likely to suffer from a spontaneous pneumothorax. Basically means your lungs will 'deflate' (sorta) for no reason.
Of course you might die from it.
And yes I do realise I'm posting quite morbid stuff. But are we not morbid creatures seeking to run free, underneath all that mascara and machismo?
I was in a dream of my own
Wandering through the aimless night
When you called my name.
Once, twice - I heard it resonate in the sky
Seeing it, hearing it.
I've not fallen to such depths
Of this abyss so sweet
Enveloping, distracting, basking me in its cold hard shadow
Oh so sweet.
Such a mishmash, such a mess
Such is the sweet sugar of love.
So powerful, so non-dimensional,
Yet so very real.
Can I be sure of hers
Mine, or the eyes of others lying so distant
They could never know?
Oh how I am struck by the pangs of love
Clawing, tearing, decimating.
Oh sweet, sweet love.
Wonder how a psychologist would read into this.
Oh was studying in the library today (still am at the time of writing) and felt bored. Started writing and hey it developed a mind and momentum of its own. Perhaps partially fuelled by Faithless, chocolate-covered coffee beans and Skittles. And pure, unadulterated boredom, of course.
Wandering through the aimless night
When you called my name.
Once, twice - I heard it resonate in the sky
Seeing it, hearing it.
I've not fallen to such depths
Of this abyss so sweet
Enveloping, distracting, basking me in its cold hard shadow
Oh so sweet.
Such a mishmash, such a mess
Such is the sweet sugar of love.
So powerful, so non-dimensional,
Yet so very real.
Can I be sure of hers
Mine, or the eyes of others lying so distant
They could never know?
Oh how I am struck by the pangs of love
Clawing, tearing, decimating.
Oh sweet, sweet love.
Wonder how a psychologist would read into this.
Oh was studying in the library today (still am at the time of writing) and felt bored. Started writing and hey it developed a mind and momentum of its own. Perhaps partially fuelled by Faithless, chocolate-covered coffee beans and Skittles. And pure, unadulterated boredom, of course.
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