I FINALLY GET TO BLOG.

What with modules in NIE, conky PC, [got hit by serious adware software] and tuition at night, I'm starting just what is the size of the pile of shit I may have gotten into. Bad signs include no life at night, increasing feelings of fatigue, inability to drag myself out at 6 in the morning, [bleah] and what looks suspiciously like eyebags under my eyes.

Ergh.

Not only that, I haven't been able to buy comics, [will be going down to buy later! I swear!] or my regular 8 Days, and of course NO PRATA FOR B'FAST. *cries profusely* Can life get any worse than this???

Ok, I dramatise. :p I'll get used to it, but I'm guessing what you guys really are interested in [besides anything to do with DF] is how my first day at school went.

Can I first say for the record, I think the communication channels between Moe and Neko broke down somewhat? They had no idea I was gonna come into school till I called the admin office on Mon. Then when I came, the senior teacher I was intro-ed to said they didn't receive any official communication from Moe till yesterday. *duh*

This despite that I received news of my posting last Thursday.

So what did I do on the first day, if they had nothing for me to do? The ST said I could sit in the office, and sort of 'absorb the atmosphere'. Or perhaps, he meant, 'sit here and don't do anything to cause any trouble'.

Nah, he's a pretty nice guy.

So I sat there, in the office, idly flipping through a Neko handbook.

Then it was recess.

Then I finished the handbook, so I searched my sparse bag in desperation, and found a book about research into the teaching of Social Studies in schools. [Yenn, Turt, it was the research book they included in our 'orientation gift']

I alternated between falling asleep, pretending to read, and actually reading for about 4 hours.

Then school was over, and it was Contact Time.

The teachers bustled around me, and then I went up at 2, sat there till 3, and finally made my way home.

Like, I'm so filled with the desire to teach. (^^!)

I could have talked with the other teachers, I guess, but... I guess I sorta went into 'survival dao mode', which is to act 'dao', and make myself as invisible as possible. (^^!) Worked a charm, the other teachers must have wondered why I was so interested in The Use of Stories in Teaching Social Studies. [one of the more interesting papers]

Then everyone looked busy and bustling, like they had something to do, and it became a sort of situation where I was the only one standing idle, while everyone else was running around me, so I decided to sit and ignore everyone else instead.

Not a good move, admittedly, but one I'm too used to for my own good.

It became almost that I wished they were severely shorthanded, so that I could have been chucked into intense teaching from the start. At least I would have used some energy in the meantime. (^^!)

Ah well, these are the normal starting blues I guess. Hopefully from tom, they'd give me some relief teaching and I'll actually be able to do something.

Keep wishing me luck.

Updates from my Job

I can almost feel the lack of sleep weighing down my eyebags... urgh...

My tuitions on sat and sun morn have officially commenced once more, and I've been vainly trying to pull myself out of my very-comfortable-bed at 730 on weekend mornings to fulfil my educational duties to those in need.

Sometimes I wish I was just that little bit more irresponsible.

So if you've been on my MSN list, you'll know that I've been posted to a semi-famous primary school very near my house, which we will call Neko Primary School. [if you think about it, you'll know why I called it that, and which school it is] And I'm FREAKING because it's an all boys school and I came from an all girls one.

How da fish do you handle boys?

On the one hand, most boys will take blows [figuratively speaking, of course] better than most girls, who will simmer and glare at you with red hot pupils and silently plan your demise in their little ribboned-ponytail heads. On the other hands, most girls would not pick fights and come to blows with each other and attempt most of the things that, well, boys will do. :S

My only consolation is that I probably won't be taking up much REAL teaching duties, seeing as how I'll be there for only 4 weeks. [or rather I'm PRAYING i won't be taking up much teaching duties] Most likely, I'll be doing a lot of observation, co-teaching, and maybe relief teaching. [hopefully the school will be a single session school]

And of course, there will likely be much more stories on the Mis-Educators blog because of it. :S So keep supporting that site. I've just posted a link for stories from an English teacher teaching in Japan, so you guys can go there. It's tres funny, it is, the things that happen there. :p Makes me [almost] thankful I'm teaching in Singapore. :p

And I just remembered: I suspect one of my kids' parents could be teaching in Neko Primary!!! :0 right now I'm praying that she's not, and at the same time, hoping that she's not in that school! Let's keep the Tutes and Schs separate, ya?

Keke done for now... Wish me luck and that I survive the 4 weeks... :S

This morning started out all wrong.

FIRSTLY, tuition kid who was supposed to come in the morning cancelled last minute. As in she SMSed me the message LAST NITE at 130AM and I read it at 730 this morning. WTH??? What for I wake up so early in the morning then???

Never mind, I thought, console yourself by going for breakfast and have your favourite roti prata and teh ping. As thoughts of crispy prata and fragrant curry filled my mind, I looked out the window, and saw the cloudy horizon filling with dark clouds and a cool, misty, rain-like wind blowing into my face.

Oh kuso, I thought, and then as if by magic, the heavens burst upon to rain their showery blessings upon me.

YEEEAAARRRGGHHHHH.................................................................

So FINE i'm STUCK at HOME, with the PC again.... I decide to open up Freehand and draw up a new cartoon for the Mis-Educators blog. [inspired by Yenn during lecture. Go take a look]

Pen. Stroke. Erase.

Pen. Stroke. Curve. Delete.

Pen. Stroke. Curve. Fill. Undo. Delete.

Pen. Stroke. Curve. Fill. Undo. Delete. Swear. Curse. Threaten all manner of unholy acts upon the PC.

You get the idea. (^^!)

And I still gotta rush off and bathe and meet Turtle before going to school.

For a 4 hour tutorial.

And it's still raining, albeit a light drizzle.

oh kuso.....................

Another update on Mis-Educators on my rather eccentric lecturer...

Hate her? Saboh her online!

Yesterday's Digital Life supplement in the ST ran an interesting article on the dangers of online sabotage. Did you guys realise that it's NOT illegal for someone to post your personal details online?

I remember a Xiaxue post where she wrote about the revenge she wrought on a girl who had [unfairly, she judged] stolen a cab from her. If I remember correctly, I think she even jumped into the cab to confront the girl and even took photos of her on her handphone camera.

So ok, whatever. Then later on, she realised that the girl had been giving a highly-biased picture of her through some online forums. [Well, simply put, the girl was talking bad about her lah] In a fit of righteous indignation, she went on to post the photos of the girl and the boyfriend online, linked the girl's blog, the friendster profile, and any other online paraphernalia the girl had online. She even gave instructions on how to bypass the Javascript password prompt the girl had on her blog.

Considering the daily visitor statistics to Xiaxue's site average in the 1000s, you can imagine what happened to that girl's blog. :p

But you can already see from this that it's not difficult to find and put information about a person online. Even for a person who retains an anonymous facade like I do, a truly determined person could probably hunt out clues on my blog to find hints to my identity. [good luck trying. I have over 2 years of archives]

Worse still, someone who knows me in real life, should he/she have a sudden flash of hatred towards me, can post as many personal details as they know online. For my close friends, this would include my real name, my handphone no, my address, and, if you want, you could probably steal my underwear and sell online. [not that any of u would want to do so....... right?]

And you know the best part? NONE OF THIS IS ILLEGAL.

That's right. If I type on my blog now "Ah Neow lives in Jalan Anak Kambing Blk 123 #12-345 and her phone number is 98765432. She's a damn sexy chio bu so call her now!" it's NOT illegal. Even if Ah Neow gets 1000s of phone calls from that one stupid post, she cannot even sue me for harassment.

Scary huh? So moral is: Don't totally piss off your friends.

There is a little clause in the law: The law in Singapore can only make an arrest, if it can be proved that the information I posted led to a crime being committed.

So if I type: "My friend Ah Kow is living in [insert district 10 name] house no 124. You can't miss it! It's the big white house with lots of begonias in front! He's going on holiday from this friday to monday. I told him better change that rusty lock for his gate, or at least buy more than one lock for the house, but he don wan. Scally his house kena rob ah! So much jewellery he leave in his brown cupboard in his bedroom!" it's still considered legal.

ONLY if some stupid burglar decides to rob the house BASED solely on the information above, bungles up the job, gets caught by the police, and admits that "Yah lah, I read the boredslacker blog then I know that guy going on holiday mah! How I know I so xia suay you will be taking kopi break there at that time??"

THEN can I be charged under the law.

Luckily for me, I do NOT post much personal information online. I've seen blogs where they put photos of themselves, their house, their friends, their boyfriends, their dogs, their mother's underwear, [ok, I've never seen the last one. Heh.] and can't help but think: If people recognise you on the streets, talk about you, express many unfair opinions about you ["Wah lau, her mother wear so obiang panty ah?"]

Whose fault is it? Haven't you sort of invited the comments by posting all this up?

Thankfully for me, I've never encountered too much of this kind of thing from my humble little blog. There's something to be said about being one of the xiao ren, as the song goes.

Oh, and remember my previous post on defamation? Digital Life also posted some more information.

"Ah Kow is a bastard" implies Ah Kow was illegitimate. If he wasn't, he can sue.

Then how about "Ah Kow is a f**king bastard"? Will the law sue me for using f**king? After all, he is a normal, functional human male is it? That's not defamatory is it?

"Ah kow is an incompetent idiot" implies he cannot do his job. This damages his reputation, so he can sue. But he can't sue you for using "idiot"

"idiot" and the like are common expletives, so "no matter how vulgar, are generally not considered defamatory." according to the article.

"Slut" and the like implies that the woman sleeps around, but it's an expletive too, so the judge would probably determine whether it's defamatory by looking at the rest of the message.

So in other words, that means that I cannot sue people for the following statement:

"boredslacker that BITCH! What a f**king fool! Always writing a bunch of f**king crap on her blog! Why doesn't that SLUT just go f**k her IDIOT boyfriend already?"

But if they write:

"boredslacker is clearly unfit to teach at any level. You can see how irresponsible she is, from the casual use of foul language on her online web log. She is clearly very incompetent at her job"

THEN you will receive the letters from my lawyers. :)

A quick note: I've set up the Mis-Educators blog for anything school-related, so you guys can check that out for my misadventures, yea? I'm not putting them on this blog, because I got other plans for that one in the future :p so take a read once in a while, k? Arigatou...

Btw, don't spread the news of this blog to gahmen frens, ya? You never know when Da Ge is watching......

Mis-Educators

And for other entertainment, check out what one creative genius did to the fountains at Taka...

Terrorists Poison Ngee Ann City

Too bad, might've been more interesting if he'd used Tiger instead...

Day 1 of Servitude

This next post is coming to you at another ungodly hour, but this time I'm at home, frantically typing away to finish this post so I have time to run out, eat prata, [food at NIE suckx. Will try to reduce eating there as much as possible] and stone on the train all the way to Boon lay. Thank God I have a good book with me. :S

As of yesterday, 20th June 2005, 9am Singapore time, I officially became a trainee teacher, employee of Ministry of Education, of the gahmen. God help us all, and especially the children who will be under me.

Anywayz, as from the last post, Yenn and I successfully managed to get to campus, and find the locations of the LTs without getting too lost. :S Aside from a slight hiccup. Heh.

The day went by rather smoothly, I guess, since it was just 2 briefings we had to attend on future modules, one of which starts TODAY and goes on till Friday. Talk about a crash course! The way I hear it, the course I will take for 6 months is like a doctor shoving half a dozen pills down your throat, shaking you hard till it all goes down, and then kicking you out his clinic door, demanding that you be healed and healthy NOW! :S

Ok, that's a strange analogy, but my brother's nursing drug guide is in front of me right now, so that's what I came up with :p

The GTs [GTS, GTT, and now GTK] were also astounded at the number of ex-classmates, ex-schoolmates and ex-dunnowhat that we came across in the canteen during a break. For the Bizaders, we saw LEROY of all people. [taking into account he was a first-class hon student, you can roughly guess how much the Ministry will be paying him. :S] Then there was Ron L, who'd worked in private for 6 months, and then went to contract teaching, and a couple more people Yenn recognised, but I didn't. For CJC-ers, Krys, I donno whether you remember Soo from C2 last time? Yea, she's a teacher too.

*Peng* Quite the reunion there :S All these souls, disillusioned and disenchanted by the private sector, and thus heading into teaching instead. :S Only to join more disillusioned and cynical souls like Yenn and I. Good choice of career.

Then after another briefing, the GTs headed for the queue for registration [which would give us stuff like our matric no, orientation pack, time table etc etc...] only to find a queue which rivalled the Great Hello Kitty Fiasco of 2000. Wah liao kuso leh! We decided, no point, and went to Jurong Point for lunch instead, resolving to settle it another day.

Pretty much, that was the end of the day at NIE. I have one crash course module this week, [bleah] and another Teacher Prep one next week for 2 weeks, and I'll be posted to a school!!! :S:S:S Remember that doctor analogy just now? [double BLEAH] It's all in line with the latest Ministry initiative to let trainee teachers try out the teaching world to decide whether it's for them or not. Granted it's a good idea, but YEARGH! I NEED CLOTHES! [scrambles around frantically for pants and Giordano shirts]

Brekkies time now...... wish me luck and let's see how the first module goes..... :p

BTW, might consider starting another blog in future, dedicated solely to exploits in NIE... will consider and post any updates on this blog...

This post comes to you courtesy of the free Internet post at Jurong Point Shopping Centre. [Slow, but what can you do? :p]

It is now 8am on a Monday morning. I have a almost drunk cup of [very weak] Lipton tea, Yenn is still queueing for her food, and I have a overwhelming desire to be back in my bed, woken at 9 by my radio, and then head to my favourite coffeeshop for my dua-kosong-teh-ping breakfast set instead of sitting here in the goddamned early morning with a cup of weak tea and 2 eyebags forming. (-_-)

Plus, I decided yesterday that the DF is an absolute BLOCK. (-_-!)

We happened to be talking yesterday, albeit in extremely indirect hits, about him not spending a lot of time with me.

The whole thing could be boiled down in 2 statements:

Him:
"Physical affection isn't everything in a relationship. A lot of relationships start with a lot of sweet nothings, and then end up in nothing, because the 2 parties realise in the end that all they had were those sweet nothings and nothing else."

Me:
"Yea, but IT WOULD BE NICE TO HAVE SOME OF THOSE SWEET NOTHINGS ONCE IN A WHILE!!!"

Towards this point, we were walking across the bridge opposite Fullerton, that crossed the Singapore River.

"Hey, you see that bumboat on the river?"

"Yea?"

"You wanna a closer look at it?" And at this point I attempted to dunk him into the Singapore River. [Wonder if dragonflies can swim. Hm. ]

So hence, my conclusions for this morning:

Internet connection and keyboard sensitivity at McDonald's sucks. [yea, the keyboard's slow to react to .]

Lipton tea is one of the weakest teas ever on the face of this planet. [my kingdom for a teh ping...]

My body has not adjusted to a system of waking before the sunrise yet. [I'm so screwed when school, as in actual teaching, starts]

And lastly,

MY BOYFRIEND IS A BLOCK.

Time for more tea...

I should never be allowed near people when I'm in the midst of PMS (-_-!)

The mood swings have been getting progressively stronger as I grow older for some reason. I don't know whether this is due to 1) Me eating less sugar than I did in school 2) My hormones going out of biological whack 3) My overactive imagination

It's nuts! I wake up in the morning, somewhat ok, a bit of running nose from a bout of cold, but ok. Then I walk out for breakfast, and I get depressed thinking about my life, my work, my relationship, and I swing the other way. As in down, down, down the other way.

If I meet a friend, or if I'm with someone, my moods stabilize, or I swing towards the upwards way. [reminiscient now of several very, very unsavoury jokes I cracked about someone when out with Candle and Yenn. hm, could've been due to that.]

And now I just chatted to DF online, and in a mood of crankiness typed out something to him [for privacy's sake, I'm not putting it out here, ya? You never know who's reading these days] He replied with something else, and I tried to explain, and he asked some more, and I ended the whole thing with "must be a miscomm" (-_-!)

And I dunno whether HE's cranky at me now, cos it almost 'read' like that on MSN, but I feel cranky at myself now, and his words almost look as if he's mad at me, for one stupid statement typed the wrong way, and I'm alternating between 'pissed' and 'upset' and I hate this biological cycle and I hate these swings, and my brother is hounding me for HIS turn on the PC and I'm now like "URGH!"

I need a nice, huge milkshake........................... preferably vanilla........................

With ice cream................................

Because I picked up a Pen and I couldn't stop....



800X600 wallpaper, 100% done in Photoshop.

Sometimes the effect of a few simple lines ain't too bad... And a Pen tool and tons of blending modes does help too. :)

I'm baaaacccckkkkk.............

Yea, my 'break' from the com worked better this time. 2 whole days away from the Net! A new record! *breaks open the Johnnie walker* And how did I do it, without severe withdrawal symptoms and chaining the computer shut?

Er, a new anime DVD set. :p

Much obliged to Yenn who purchased the Twelve Kingdoms DVD set for me. O yay mi canto!!! :D :D :D In my last few obligation-free afternoons, I've been watching this fantastic series over again, filling in the blanks where I missed the episode on Arts Central.


The cast of the Twelve Kingdoms. Click here for more information on the series

So it's been a pretty, heh, uneventful time for me :p the highlight of the week being the sneak preview of Batman Begins I watched with Yenn last night. It's not a bad movie, but I'm prejudiced by the fan syndrome. Which means when I see parts that never happened in the original Batman mythology, I get a sense of fan-righteous indignation. And trust me, that happens quite a bit. :p [though not as bad as when I watched the X-men movie]

So lemme spice up my blog with something ordinary [and non-political. No more of those, ugh! Too many comments!]

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I went to my tuition kid's place just the other day, hoping to receive my pay for the month. Instead, she tells me that she hadn't got the money, and that she'd pay me next week.

I wondered why, since this lesson was originally a postponement of a previous lesson last week, which means her parents must've given her the cash already.

This is the story she told me: :S

"I was sick that day, that's why I had to cancel tuition at the last minute [tuition with me, in which I was going to get paid] and I used the money to take a cab go to the doctor."

Me: "There're tons of doctors 5 minutes from your house."

"My dad insisted I go to his company doctor at Peninsula Plaza. (I wonder at some parents sometimes. Your kid is sick, and you ask her to go all the way to city to see doctor? And doesn't the savings on the doctor bill get wiped out by the cab fare she incurred while going there?) So I took a cab there with my brother.

So around 1/4 of the money went towards the cab fare, and the doctor's fees." [fair enough, I grudgingly grant you this, since you were sick]

"Then we went to Adam Road for dinner, and spent about $90."

KUSO KITANAI! [I didn't really blurt that out in front of her] How did you spend so much at a hawker centre of all places???

"We took a cab to Adam Road [by this time, the brother's girlfriend had also joined in] and we ordered a loooot of food. We ordered barbequed stingray, mee goreng, roti john, etc etc etc" The rest of the food were lost to my brain. 2 thoughts circled in my brain, mainly my money! and sick also can eat so much ah?

How da fish could 3 people have eaten so much bloody food and spent so much money at a hawker centre, for pete's sake?? Even when my family of 4 go out to eat, we don't even spend more than $50 at most, food and drinks! [and those who've seen my family know that we are no small eaters] And all out of MY PAY?????

The story continues "Then we had to send my brother's girlfriend home, and she lived in Depot road." And again, the brother's girlfriend's cab fare came out of MY PAY. KNS. "And then we made our way back home."

Excuse my French, but I feel very xiaxue-ish right about now. KNS! Take my money and then spend until like that! Brother's girlfriend cabfare also paid by ME! And because of that I have to go back to her house on another day to get the cash! (-_-!) If she even remembered to get it from her parents!

This is ridiculous expenditure man. $90 just to eat at a hawker centre? And then got to send the girlfriend back home somemore? Doesn't the brother have his own money at all???

I'm not pissed that she used the money to go to the doctor. I'm even ok with her using it to take cab there, since I know how sucky it can be to take a bus when you're sick. What I'm pissed about is that she and her brother seems to have freely spent my hard-earned money, and also her parents' hard earned money, to just buy anything they want and of all things, to send girlfriend back home!

And I'm extra pissed because I need the cash, being short of cash this June holidays. I still owe Yenn and my brother money, and I need the cash to pay them back, [at least partially, anyway] and also for my own expenditure. I'm already short and needy of cash this period, and this girl and her brother just freely spent my pay like nobody's business, and just nonchalantly think that they can just postpone my payment.

KUSO. Blardy irritating students.......

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Ok, ok, to calm down, here's something for all of you to play with.

Typedrawing is an online drawing pad, that allows you to do text-based drawings. As an example, this is one that I did. Click to go see.

Cute eh? The site even allows you to upload your work, and display to everyone. :D

To try it out, go here

Heh, I couldn't resist this one from Kennysia:

Congratulations boredslacker, you are...

Finicky Feline of finickyfeline.liquidblade.com

You may seem sweet on the outside but behind you hide a sharpened claw. You have the observation skills of a forensic detective and can see right through people easily. You attract attention, both good and bad, but more bad than good. You've seen more assholes in life than a proctologist. The bad ones tries to screw you over but quickly learnt that its a bad move because you enjoy screwing them back accordingly.

Which Singaporean Blogger Are You?

Sadly enough, I don't even read her blog... :p But I like the sharpened claw part. Speak softly and carry a big stick, is what I like to say... :p

I switch on computer, as usual.

I open Firefox, as usual.

I go to gmail, as usual.

I open my account, and see...... 12 new comments on my blog.

NOT as usual!



So apparently, my post on the 2 homeless siblings got tomorrow-ed, and a whole bunch of people went to my site as usual. (^^!) What was more unusual in this case was the number of comments this post generated. [Usually people just read, and then promptly forget it the next day, I think :p]

[People just love to rant about the gahmen in Singapore. Tip for making blog famous: Write potentially incendiary rant about gahmen in Singapore and then tip off a few websites about your blog. Warning: May result in lawsuits if post is TOO fiery. :p]

Some of the comments, and my thoughts on them:

- Jesse wrote:

"What about the thousands who are able and going for job interviews week in week out, and eventually forced to look for/settle on jobs paying far less because of cheaper foreign alternatives."..."A voice should be put first and foremost to this group of people. The perk of certain governments is to place an onus on MNCs and local companies to provide a decent wage as well as job security."..."Usually what is allowed to happen in sg are rampant job cuts and then re-employing when the economy picks up. Why should employees pay for the sins of bad management and capitalism?"

Hm. This left me a little uncomfortable, frankly. My view is that cheaper labour arises as a result of market differences. Labour in China IS cheaper that labour from US because of differences in their labour markets. [size being the most obvious factor, and obviously, I speak of workers with the same skill level, for eg, construction workers in China and US]

And from a purely economic point of view, if you can get the same amount of labour for a cheaper price, you should, in order to lower costs all around for the end consumer. If you can get groceries at Johor for a much cheaper price than in Singapore, why not go to Johor? (^^!) Malaysia has a comparative advantage in providing cheaper consumer goods than Singapore. Hence Singaporeans will flock to Malaysia to buy their groceries.

And of course, when I put it that way, economics becomes much more palatable to the average consumer, but when put in terms of jobs, everyone gets protective. (^^!) Though I understand the rationale behind it, I feel, you can't really have your cake and eat it too.

And also, for the government to "place the onus on MNCs and local companies to provide a decent wage as well as job security" actually smacks of some protectionism to me. Which in the end is never good for any economy in the long run.

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Karpace has written a blog entry in response to mine, at his blog. His main stand is that we have a right to demand more from the gahmen, given all the taxes that we give to them. [you really have to read the full thing to get an idea though]

And my stand is: So why aren't we doing more? We write to the newspapers, we rant on websites like Sintercom and Tomorrow, and we rant to our kakis at the kopitiam over cups of teh. But these are not constructive actions. These are not going to get us positive results, other than a momentary publicity on the Internet.

If we really feel that we deserve more from the gahmen, then why aren't we demanding it from them? Why aren't we doing more than we are currently doing right now?

Maybe in a sense, we are actually too comfortable with the situation to want it to change. It's like, you live in a flat, and the roof drips when it rains. It irritates you at first, but then, decent housing at this price is hard to find, and so you continue staying in that flat and just remember to take out the buckets everytime it starts to pour.

Maybe we just got used to the dripping.

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- Then comes this interesting little exchange:

At 7:11 PM, June 12, 2005, jseng said...And after a while, it's enough to make you gasp in exasperation and make you wonder why no one ever says something like "We should come together, and do something about this." "We should write a petition" "We should organize some rallys"Got. that's why we took things into our own hands and started tomorrow.sg

And some Anonymous Someone replied with:

Wow. Mr Seng, so are you admitting that wanting and acting to do something about how life is supposedly hard in Singapore, instead of just whining and ranting is a reason why Tomorrow.sg was started? Isn't that what the article is really about? I wasn't under the impression that Tomorrow wrote petitions, organised rallies or engaged in pro-active civil activism or reform in this country to improve your own lives. I thought it was just a meta- blog without an agenda. What are you trying to say? I try not to take you too seriously all the time, but this latest blurb of seng-ism is hard to ignore. Go ahead and make a joke of this.

And then jseng replied:

Yo Mr Anonymous. You have to try harder to troll me haha. I am pretty much immune to all these sort o insults.ps: Sorry bringing the troll here at your site.

And Anonymous said:

I ask you a legitimate question and you accuse me of trolling. What more can I say? Have a good day, James.

And I think: Am I missing something here? Er, if you got something against someone, or Tomorrow.sg, can you please do it somewhere else? It's kinda beside the point in this blog, and for this topic.

Seriously. Sheesh.

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Adinahaes had a more compassionate view:

"heyjust wanted to say that not all poor/destitute people are like that pair of siblings. For every one person like that, there will be others out there who are genuinely in a fix. I have friends who are social workers and they've met families in dire need of cash but who had their water/electricity cut off because PUB refused to grant them a grace period.Some of them did not even have the money to take a bus to find a job.There will always be people looking for a handout, but lets not lump them together with the truly unfortunate."

Agreed. For the record, my post was more about those who couldn't help themselves, rather than those who truly were in a fix over external circumstances. Some lines from the post:

"for some people, I don't really know whether they deserve the help or not. Because from what I see, they aren't doing enough to help themselves."

"If you had lost everything you had due to some external circumstances, say tsunami, or economic crisis, I'm inclined to give you my pity. It's not entirely your fault this happened to you, and I can see why you might need that leg up.

But the extra leg up is just that, an extra leg up. It's not something to support you forever, like a chair. It's meant to give you that one boost so that you can start climbing out of this shithole on your own."

I feel sorry for people who are in such destitute states. I don't believe that anyone should have to live like that. But if I help you, it's with the intention of helping you stand on your own two feet.

Let's use another analogy here. If one of my tuition students was weak in Maths, from a natural inability to comprehend numbers, then I understand that you need the additional help from outside, since you will not be able to pass Maths on your own.

But I will NOT do your homework for you all year around. The purpose of my tuition lesson is to enable you to be able to eventually pass Maths on your own. And this is what you should gain out of my lesson.

My post targets those people who expect help to be given to them all the time, because of their circumstances. My opinion is: You cannot expect to rely on people's goodwill forever. Better learn to take care of yourself.

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Anyway, from Sunday's papers, I read that the Wongs have moved back into their flat, and will be moving into the 2nd flat after selling this one off to HDB. Hopefully, they will be able to make something of their lives after that.

Hidden Underbellies

We moan and groan in Singapore about how life is hard, about how things are expensive, jobs are hard to find, and how the gahmen could do more for its people.

This is a particular pet topic of Turtle's. The way he talks sometimes, about how wonderful the welfare system is in Sweden, and how uncaring our government is, and how it could do more, give more, pay more to its citizens, make you secretly wonder whether he's turned commie on you, and make you want to place bets with Jules on how long it takes before the ISD carries him away. (^^!)

And then I read about people like the Wongs, in today's Straits Times.

The Wongs are a pair of jobless siblings, 47, and 48, who have been living in the void deck of their block for about a week now. They've done that because they received a notice from HDB stating that HDB intended to acquire the flat, because they hadn't paid the instalments on it for the past 5 years. (^^!) The Wongs took it as an eviction notice, and moved all their belongings to the void deck. They even cordoned off an area of the deck, claiming their territory with raffia string.

On first glance, [or rather, after reading the first paragraph] you may feel a stab of sympathy for the Wongs. It's like another example of Big Brother shoving poor needy Little Brother and Sister out the door, because they didn't have the money to pay for their flat, and living them out in the cold, lonely snow [ok, no snow in Singapore] confiscating their home, and making himself richer, and them poorer. [cue to evil laughter here]

And then I read the rest of the article.

The letter from HDB was NOT an eviction notice. HDB did NOT confiscate the flat from the duo, since the brother was still in possession of the keys to the flat. It was a notice to "inform them of the board's intention to acquire the flat" and the Wongs could still approach HDB to work out a payment plan for themselves, which would allow them to keep the flat. The Wongs apparently read the notice to mean that they had been evicted, and the sister even indignantly said,

"How can they tell us to move out, and now tell us that we have to move all our things back?"

Not only that, but help had been repeatedly offered to the siblings over 6 years, and always solidly refused. Food had been left at their door, which went untouched. [they preferred to pick up discarded vegetables at the markets for food]

They had another 2-room HDB flat, fully paid up and left behind by their deceased sister. Thus, they could sell the flat they were living in back to HDB, which would deduct their arrears, and move them to their sister's flat. This would still leave them about $160,ooo to live on, and a roof still over their head.

They could rent a HDB flat for about $26 a month. $13 a month for a roof over your head seems a pretty fair deal.

They refused all options. According to the sister, "Our mother told us before she died never to trust anyone and sign anything. If not, we will surely be cheated. We don't want to pay. We want to go to a welfare home. What's welfare if we have to pay for it?"

Now my response becomes: WAH RAO EH. People help you. You don't want. Then what you want?

There's a lot about the story of the siblings that intrigues me. For one, they're not exactly very old. They're 47 and 48, and while they might have trouble finding a job, it won't be impossible for them, even as a cleaner or a dishwasher or something. Even with a cleaner's job, they'd still have enough to live on, and pay for the rental of the HDB flat of $13 each a month. [considering that now they're subsisting on discarded vegetables, I'd say their food needs aren't that expensive. (^^!)]

I'm not sure what education they have had, but considering they're asking for dishwashing jobs in the article, and from their replies, I'd say they weren't university graduates. (^^!) So fine, you won't be able to get some highflying corporate job earning you thousands a month. Is it so bad to rely on a <$1000 salary as a cleaner or a Macdonald's waitress or something?

And importantly, have they been looking for jobs at all?

And they haven't always been poor apparently. From the article, you learn that their father owned a chain of hardware shops, but apparently had gotten cheated of everything. That's when the family became very suspicious and untrusting of people too.

According to a neighbour, the siblings never seemed to work, hardly left the flat, and relied on their mother to pick up discarded vegetables for food, and sell drink cans for money.

My question now becomes: What have these 2 siblings done to help themselves?

They are suspicious that HDB will cheat them of their flat. They refuse to touch their sister's flat, because the sister never helped to feed their mother. [although it looks more like the mother had to feed them, rather than the other way around] They don't want to go to a welfare home unless it's free. (0_0)

It's starting to look more like a matter of pride and abject laziness lor. The more I read, the more I'm like, "Eh, please lah.." You're in that kind of bottom-of-the-hole situation and then you refuse to do these things to help your situation, out of some weird sense of pride. People's help and generosity can only go so far you know.

This is like that 22 year old guy who used to beg at Orchard Underpass for money. He wasn't sick, he wasn't disabled, he wasn't stupid or retarded, [as far as I could see, anyway] so what was he doing there begging? He was just unwilling to get some job and content to sit there and wait for people to give him money.

And then Turtle comes in and raves about the gahmen and how they never help the people enough. (0_0) Sorry to say this, but for some people, I don't really know whether they deserve the help or not. Because from what I see, they aren't doing enough to help themselves.

If you had lost everything you had due to some external circumstances, say tsunami, or economic crisis, I'm inclined to give you my pity. It's not entirely your fault this happened to you, and I can see why you might need that leg up.

But the extra leg up is just that, an extra leg up. It's not something to support you forever, like a chair. It's meant to give you that one boost so that you can start climbing out of this shithole on your own.

Even the more affluent people are guilty of this. My father complains from time to time that "the gahmen should..." Yea, yea, all familiar phrases by now. (^^!) And even in the forum pages, you see people who write that "the authorities should..." "The government should..." blah blah blah.

And after a while, it's enough to make you gasp in exasperation and make you wonder why no one ever says something like "We should come together, and do something about this." "We should write a petition" "We should organize some rallys"

Then yea, there's the usual complaints as well. "I'm too busy at my job" "I have to look after my kids" "How to watch my ch8 serials??" [Ok, so maybe that last one was a bit off]

Or the best one yet. "The gahmen will never listen to us" Well, is that an excuse for not even trying? Or an excuse to give up?

Because if you're off put by the idea that someone will object to what you're saying, and you're not willing to face the adversity that your ideas may bring, are you sure you are at all passionate about your ideals? Maybe to you, you'd rather live with the problem rather than face the can of worms that it could potentially bring up.

I'm not sure whether that makes you a total coward, or a person who fully doesn't believe in what they're saying.

Crap. We're a nation of people who're just waiting for the next handout.

Cookies!

So my "self-imposed" Internet ban to help me "find myself" lasted all of... maybe 8 hours? (^^!) And here I'm back with a brand new list of cookie links:

Darkness Part 2 is a variation of the highly irritating but yet addictive Crimson road that Krystal and Yenn were so hooked on. [I got fed up after finding 12 items, closed the window, and started Freecell] I didn't finish this one as well [because I got irritated halfway.] but you guys can try if you want.

TYM is a teacher, and she blogs about having students find her having breakfast in her home clothes. Thankfully, a tuition teacher has much less students, so I've never really had this trouble that she did. "Hey, that's my teacher, Miss Tan! The one in the...... oversized tee shirt and the PE shorts with the colourful hairband..." (^^!) And I always avoid my students' parents quickly if I happen to see them around.

mrbrown claims that you are what you drink. So what's your poison? According to him, my taste for gin and sodas means I'm:

"Personality:
Mature, has picky taste; knows what she wants"

"Approach:
If she wants you, she'll send YOU a drink."

Erm, actually I won't. I'd rather drink it myself. (^-^) Pubs are SO not the place to meet potential boyfriends [ie, guys who don't have commitment issues, ie, guys who aren't looking for a one night f**k] as can be seen by the rest of mrbrown's list. Go click on the link to see what I mean. :D

And on a related note, from across the Causeway, Kennysia muses on the type of the people you are likely to see at a pub. I say of all of them, he forget another one, which is:

"Girls who go alone, or in a big group of girls, all drinking amongst themselves, and yet secretly hoping that some hot guy will try to pick them up or buy them their next drink."

So...... when are we pubbing again, gals? :D

deprivation mode

The following conversations show that Yenn and I could both be lacking in something... Me from the DF and her from...... well, a lack of someone anyway. :p

[Interrupt: I'm getting edgy about DF cos' it's been more than a week since I last saw him. We exchanged a few SMS and chatted a bit online, but I want to meet him, and he's all apparently tied up with work, and possibly if I don't call him he's going to just engross himself in work and possibly never call me and I know I sound so whiney about now but I can't help it I just want to whine.

Ok, back to regular blogcasts:]

Statistics claim that the number of smokers in Singapore has decreased. I say walk down Orchard Road one night and you'll be sorely deprived of that notion. Yenn and I [both avid non-smokers] were performing some weird kind of crab dance down Orchard as we dodged left and right trying to avoid the various people in front of us who were blowing their hideous nicotine air behind us.

After a while...

"Oh god my lungs are being raped, left and right."

"This isn't just rape. This is more like gang rape. They're all around us forcing us to submit to their will."

"Does that make us some kind of prostitute?"

"No, prositution would be when we get paid for inhaling their air. We're not getting any money from them, are we?"

"Comfort women?"

"No, comfort women are when your boyfriend smokes but you don't."

Ouch. Lemme insert a disclaimer: These are all JOKES made in HUMOUR by 2 individuals who have NOTHING against guys who smoke or girls who smoke. These are JOKES. Please DON'T sue us.

And we have nothing against comfort women either.

On to the next one:

"*Groan* Going into school already."

"Ya, we're going into bondage."

"That's a really long period of bondage."

"When we study we're submissives. When we teach, that's when the domination begins."

Like I said at the start, we could both be lacking in something. (^^!)

Cookie Bites

Munch munch... Just shows you I surf too much...

Kein wrote a great piece on how much it sucks to be a guy. Go read!

And speaking of cookies, I'm so wishing I had some right now (0_0) The trouble with Me and the Net nowadays is that I spend more time on it than I do with friends, family and the DF. And that's all 3 combined, by the way.

And not only that, but when I get too engrossed into things, I tend to forget to eat. (0_0) *Wah* Which is why now, even on the brink of desperate gastric, I'm still compelled to type out this blog entry on my keyboard. :( :( :(

It's insane, and I think I'm on the brink of serious addiction here. On my Always-Read list, I have something like 5 or6 friends' blogs, 10 over blogs of People I Don't Know, and 10 over online comics. (0_0) It's nuts! Then comes the other websites, like Tomorrow.sg and stuff.

And of course, at the same time I'm doing all this, I'm MSN-ing with whoever's online. (^^!)

*Desperate wailing* I need help.................

So that's why, as soon as I can pull myself away from this keyboard, I'm SO going out of the house. It's gotten to the point where my life revolves around my blogging, and the Net, and I need to, in a most cliched way, "find myself again". In other words, rediscover the things about me which made my blog so interesting to read before.

[er, was there anything interesting about my blog to read before? :p Or all you all just forcing yourselves through my boring, boring life of a perverted sense of friendship and loyalty? :p]

As soon as I check out that one last website........................

Okokokok..... going...... now........

Another quiz-thingy, courtesy of Krystal's blog. As usual, my comments are in []

The True You

You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more open with you. [True, and not yet too sucessful. (^^!)]

With respect to money, you spend carefully and save your pennies. [Altogether now: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Suffice to say, NOT TRUE.]

You think good luck depends on maintaining good relationships with others. [I think good luck depends on those severed rabbits' limbs and four leaf clovers I have hidden under my bed. Oh, and don't forget the pile of salt in my kitchen.]

The hidden side of your personality tends to be methodical in your ways - with trouble adapting to the rules of society. [I have a bit of trouble understanding this... I'm basically.. methodical in not following the rules? Huh?]

You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked. [No, I'm a regular scrooge. Humbug to the lot of you.]

When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you don't have any particular type in mind, but you are inclined to look for someone who will say yes when you ask him / her out. [And I chose the DF because...................?]

Who's the True You?

So like all blog things... Half true and half not. Especially the part about me saving money anyway. (^^!)

You know you're a diehard Internet surfer when you start to memorise the different keyboard shortcuts for your Firefox browser. (0_0) Win liao...

In a more artistic mood... I started to think about

Portraiture

People usually think that the hardest thing about portraiture is drawing the different features of the person. Actually, they could be wrong. The hardest thing about portraiture is actually making YOUR portrait look like the person you're drawing.

Does it sound like the same thing? Not exactly, actually.

To draw the features of the person concerns technical skill. If you want to draw, for eg, the nose of your subject, follow the contours of the nose and repeat the same lines on your paper.

Ironically enough, you may find that even though your lines are correct, the face that you've drawn on paper doesn't resemble the person you are drawing at all. You've captured the lines of the person, but not her personality. This is the hard part of portraiture. To make sure that your portrait is immediately identifiable.

I saw an example of this a few years back, when my friends and I went to the career fair at Suntec. [I forgot which one now] The booth housing a local arts institution [er, in case I get sued for defamation, I shall not say which one, suffice that they're the more ang moh pai one. You go guess which one] had a couple of its students there doing caricature portraits for a few bucks, so my friend and her bf decided to go try.

The result......................... well it wasn't exactly the standard I was expecting from students of that institution. (^^!)

But thinking about it, maybe this was the same problem with the portrait in the first place. The student drawing it only looked at my friend on the surface, and drew what she saw there. Not only that, but my friend and bf were required to hold a fixed smile for the time the portrait was being drawn. Of course they're not going to look natural lah!

And most importantly, they missed the little things of my friend that were unique to her and her alone. Her funky sense of dress, her bright, white smile, and her love for dance. Without those, the cartoon portrait could have been of anyone else in the street.

So technical skill isn't always everything in art. If I were to simply draw a picture of a woman's face, no one would particularly recognise this as anyone.



But if I were to add more detail to the portrait, like clothing and accessories, and add in some colour [to make it nicer mah :p] the portrait becomes instantly recognizable to those who know the subject of the portrait. [or rather, it should lah, to the subject's friends anyway (^^!) If still not, then I really failed big time at this (^^!)]



Note: For background info in the production of this piece, click on the pic to go to the flickr photo page.

Now the picture becomes not just of a woman caught in surprise, she becomes a picture of someone caught in surprise. She is not just an anonymous subject anymore, she has become recognizable to those who know her. Ah, you start to get the idea? ;)

Which is why, whenever people do caricatures of portraits, they usually draw some other detail to make the subject recognizable to others, even if the skill in the portrait is low. [like mine. (^^!)] A girl who loves dolls will be drawn in a sea of Barbies. A guy who likes cars will be drawn driving one. My friend who loves acting will be drawn as a starving actor. [yea, you know who you are. :p]

So to draw really good portraits, you can't just rely on technical skill. You have to know your subject as a person, and bring that through in your piece. :)

Ok, artistic mood over...

The Travelling Convo Gown

[In a slightly museful mood]

Anyone read this book, called the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants? The story revolves around 4 girls, who share a pair of miraculous pants. I say miraculous, because when each of the 4 girls wear the Pants, they look instantly fabulous in it.

[I don't know where they found such a miraculous pair of pants, 'cos no way are my girlfriends able to share tee shirts with me, let alone a pair of pants.]

Anyway, at the time of the story, they're spending their first summer away from each other. In order to remember each other, and have a memento of their summer, they decide to send the pants to each other throughout the summer, and each one is supposed to write a kinda memory on the pants of what happened to her while wearing the pants.

The thought of the book came to me just on Sunday, when Turtle came to my house to try on the convocation gown, since Turtle is graduating from NUSSUX this year, from the same faculty that I graduated from last year.

[btw, those convo gowns are very symbolic and all, but for all practical purposes, they're the most useless piece of apparel you can ever own in your lifetime. I mean, seriously, what ARE you going to do with the gown after graduating, besides taking a few nice pictures?]

That gown has something of a history behind it by this point of time. The gown was originally Quet's, and it saw HER being graduated, together with the rest of Yenn, Krynn, Kairos and so on. Since Candle and I were taking a double major and hence doomed to spend one more year in NUSSUX, we could only spend the ceremony looking wistfully on, and making everyone promise to come for OUR graduation the next year. [which none of you did, you meanies. *sulk*]

The gown spent one year languishing in Quet's closet, till it was MY turn to be graduated. This time around, Quet, Yenn, Krynn and Kairos had more or less found employment, though with different levels of satisfaction and income (^^!). I had been happily teaching tuition and slacking for about half a year, and fresh back from Europe, and Candle was now in the fruitless quest of looking for a job herself, to buy herself out of her servitude to the spore gahmen. We all proceeded to my house for dinner and drinks, during which Yenn and I got gloriously intoxicated. [these are the best kind of parties. ;) ]

THIS time around, it's been a year since I graduated. I've been teaching tuition all this while, and now am almost about to enter Mr Moe's establishment to teach for real. The gown gets passed on to Turtle, who has also signed up with Mr Moe like me, and also about to enter NIE. It's been a tough phase of life for him, career and love-wise, and he's slightly cynical about life as it is. He was slightly in doubt about his choice, but is willing to take things as they come, and see how this goes.

Quite a number of stories this gown has seen, passed down through 3 generations of bizaders. (^^!) And quite amazing that it has lasted that long. A unique thing about a convocation gown also is that it always accompanies its user in his or her most pivotal point of life. That time when you're just on the brink between adulthood and studenthood [childhood seems a bit juvenile]. You're still fresh with hope about the future, content to take things as it comes, and maybe even a bit eager to jump into your career, and start earning those bucks. [realities like long term financial planning and CPF haven't kicked in at this point]

And the unique thing about this ONE gown, is that by now, it's gone through 3 sets of individual hopes, aspirations, dreams, and fears. It's almost become like one of those family heirloom things, which you pass down from generation to generation, and which is almost always accompanied by the stories of the numerous family members which have held it.

You almost wonder about the stories that this gown has seen.

The Woes of Adulthood

My imminent entry into adulthood [and hence, the so-called 'real world'] meant that I had to begin some serious financial planning. Mainly, the kind that doesn't involve me dunking my $1 coins into a cute savings bank.

And no offence to any personal banker/finance major/financial planner friends, but I FREAKIN' HATE FINANCE! Something about seeing all those interest rates, inflation rates, and numbers floating in front of me just makes my head spin and reduce me to the IQ level of a kindergarten kid again, when I was first learning to add and minus.

"So er, you take this number, add to this figure..."

"No, it's this number, added to this one, multiplied by X and then powered by the coefficient of the Scalar Numeral and then added to your age multiplied by the Zaphod coefficient..."

Yea, that's basically what goes into my mind when someone tries to explain something 'financial' to me. (^^!)

*Deep Sigh.....* The whole thing's just pretty depressing. Firstly there's my imminent entry into Moe, which signals 3 years of bonded servitude, which people are trying to convince me is a worthwhile sacrifice for the future. Then there's the whole financial issue, which I know is a good thing for the future, but which to me just makes me want to spend everything I have. [The logic being, if I'm not going to be able to save enough for my retirement anyway, what's the point of trying so hard now? Haha, ok, it's something I saw in a Cathy comic... :p]

Longevity these days seem to be a double-edged sword. It used to be that longevity was a good thing. Now, longevity just means you have to work longer and harder throughout the whole of your life, and that's assuming in your old age, you even have work (^^!) and you don't end up starving to death in your one-room govt-subsidized apartment.

It's like... Even if you do live that long, and you do have a substantial amount in your retirement account... Then what?

Maybe, in some strange twisted way, humans aren't just made to last that long. I almost wish I could live the way I'm living now for the next 10 years, and then let it be So Long and Thanks For All the Fries. [Wonder if I can get that engraved on my urn. Hmm.]

Why not live a life worth remembering, and then gracefully bowing out at the end?

Then again, what is the end?

What is worth remembering?

Better to have loved, and lost, a million times through life

Than never to have loved at all in one dreary life?

Right, when I get this way, I know I'm starting to think too much again, and veering off into strange mental grounds. So I better stop here, and get some sleep. :p

So long, and thanks for all the fries.

The Saga Continues......

Part 3 of Daniel's 2nd Comic

For those who haven't been following, Daniel is a talented artist who has been doing a local spoof of a very, very famous movie in a galaxy far, far away... :p

Cookie Bites

AMPs are alternative motivational posters, instead of the usual eagle soaring over cliffs things. They're well-designed and have a funky edge to them. Too bad they cost quite a bit. :p But hey, to admire is free, right?

Haro Singapore! has some great pics of the cosplay that I missed last Saturday due to tuition lessons. ("Duh!" Money over love. Wat to do?) Warning to Yenn-san: You will most likely puke at the pic of the one who did your beloved Howl. :p

Ok that's it. Onto the post proper....

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Goodmeat: I dread to think of what third base could be... No! No! No! *smacks side of head*

I sorta realised that the best way to not think of the DF so much is to keep myself as busy as possible, so that my mind doesn't run wild about the 10,ooo possible futures we could have together (^^!) In a way, it's sorta like eating the same red pill that he does, so that we can stay in the same Matrix-like cocoon together. [Get it? If not, watch the Matrix again.. hehehe]

So for the Saturday night that he had to work, and I had no Jap class, I went out with Doe instead. [Doe being one of my closest friends since sec sch, and something akin to a Ya-ya. Ref: Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Great book. Everyone go read it]

In a way, Doe and her bf Tak are the archetypes of non-compatibility at first glance. For one, Doe towers over me by almost half a head, is slim and pretty, and has very Eurasian features. Somewhat of a Amazon princess type. [And if she found out that I said that on my blog, I'll probably get slaughtered amazon-style. hehehe...]

Tak, however, is about my height, and has very Asian features, sorta like those hairy Samurai types. (0_0) Not exactly what you'll call 'husband-wife-face' on first glance... hahaha...

But yet, somehow or another, they've worked it out between the two of them. :) It's been almost a year or two, and they're still at it, and once you get past the physical differences, and look at the actual chemistry between the two, you realise there's a lot there. [Everyone: Awwwwwww....]

So taking her as an example, you realise that sometimes you just can't listen to too many people about how relationships should proceed. Because when they first got together, tons of people were also questioning whether they really liked each other, blah blah blah, and whether they really were gonna stay together, blah blah blah. And yet, they have.

[Here's an ironic thing though. Doe and Tak knew each other for a pretty short period of time before they got together. And our friends still questioned them. DF and I have known each other for a damn long period of time. And our friends are still questioning me. So...... obviously the time you know a person is not quite a factor here. ]

So we both agreed that sometimes, you just can't listen to too many people about how they think the relationship should go. Because inevitably, everyone has different expectations of how a relationship should proceed. [and trust me, I've heard some pretty gag-inducing ones] And if you project your expectations onto that person, then you're not quite living your own now, are you?

BUT there are some caveats you should take note of. Eg the usual overdrinking, flirting, screwing, gambling, blah blah blah. Some things just should NOT be forgiven or let to rest. [Should workaholism be part of them though? The jury is still out on that...]

I also sorta figured that part of why I overthink is because I'm too free most of the time. (^^!) So I should at least try to keep myself somewhat busy during the days to keep from overimagining all sorts of things. And maybe play more Freecell. :p

But there are some things in his character we both felt he could improve on. [Potential Workaholism being one of them... (^^!)] I do know some of the caveats in his character I should look out for, thankfully, so I wanna see whether his flaws become too much for me to handle. If I can live with it, or if he can change for my sake, then good for him and me. If not...... time for me to start looking around again. :p

And if things don't work out in the end......... *wryly* maybe I should spend my energy writing that tell-all national bestseller, eh? At least I know I have most of the material saved on this blog......

Overheard from Yenn while standing outside the Fox shop at Plaza Sing:

"Hey, let's go F men and F women."

'Nuff said. :p U go see Yenn's blog for a more detailed account of our shopping trip.

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Exploitation? Discrimination?

I had an interesting chat with Turtle last night on MSN. He started out by asking me:

Turtle: Do you think women these days are insecure?

Huh? What brought this on? Then he went on to complain about what he perceived as 'male bashing' in the media.

Turtle: Look at all the shows on local TV. Like Eye for a Guy. All male bashing. The producers and Denise Keller are just out to make guys look stupid.

Well, that's just one instance of male exploitation, which is a fairly recently social phenomenon. Female discrimination tends to be more subtle, and has been around for centuries already.

Turtle: Is it? Name an example on local tv.

Gee, how about just about any show that features Fiona Xie? (^^!)

OK, that's beside the point anyway. Turtle and I went on for quite a long time into the night ["Male chauvinist pig!" "Feminist!"] er, discussing this topic a la JC GP debates.

What I eventually felt was that exploitation and sexual discrimination tends to happen to BOTH sexes, not just particularly males or females, unlike Turtle's view that males were getting it worst these days, and the females were getting on top.

Everytime you watch some guy on TV getting beaten up by his pissed-off wife, or you see some advert where the male is forced to carry the numerous shopping bags of his woman, you see an example of male exploitation. The men don't get it, basically. (^^!) And a lot of advertising and marketing is geared towards making women feel superior, and more powerful than men. [which prompted him to wonder whether this was really an indication of women's insecurity. I replied it's more likely an indication of women's increased willingness to shop.]

But female exploitation is still around, albeit in more subtle forms. More advertisements feature women than men. More advertisements feature various *cough* body parts of the woman, rather than for men. (^^!) Think of the no. of ads you've seen involving naked/partially nude women. And think of the no of ads you've seen involving a male model at the same level of nudity. Get my point? (^^!)

Even more subtle is the discrimination at work, which most of us might not have really experienced yet. There is still a tendency to hire men for most top level positions. [though how much of this is due to discrimination, and how much is because men really are better leaders, I don't know. The jury's still out on this one.] There is a glass ceiling for most women at work. And if you're pregnant, or if you're a mother? Forget about it.

Even the social expectations of women are different. Women must be caring mothers, good housekeepers, and strong career women. Men...... must have good careers and bring home the bacon. (^^!) No one really expects a man to take paternity leave to take care of the baby after it's delivered.

So I think Turtle's logic is flawed in a way. Sure there is male bashing in the media. But in a way, it's just a distraction to take women's attention away from the bashing that's happening to them.

blogshares

Wonder anyone has ever played this Blogshares game? According to their website,

"BlogShares is a fantasy stock market where weblogs are the companies. Players invest fictional dollars on shares in blogs. Blogs are valued by their incoming links and add value to other blogs by linking to them. Prices can go up or down based on trading and the underlying value of the blog. "

So essentially it's like a stock exchange game, where instead of stocks and commodities and [serious] financial instruments, you trade on blogs instead.

I found out about my blogshares valuation a while back, but I never really explored the website much. This time round, I went back and decided to check out a few well-known Singaporean blogs, and compare their share prices to my *cough cough* measly little blog:

[Click on the share prices to see more detailed information on the blogs. Click on the blog name to go to that blog]

Boredslacker - $49.67

Now you might think that's decent, till you see mrbrown's share price, which is:

mrbrown - $16,738.13

Blardy cow!

xiaxue - $10,346.89

So you see that mrbrown is worth more than xiaxue, despite her popularity and publicity. :p This is probably because more people link to mrbrown's blog than hers. So Xiaxue fans, if you wanna see your idol 'rise in value', quickly link her blog on every website you have... hahaha...

Lancerlord - $174.37

Lancerlord trails far, far behind both of them though.

but no results for Mr Miyagi and Popagandhi or Kennysia. Couldn't find many other Singaporean blogs. Anyone wanna play the game and register them? Hahaha...

Can you imagine if this was real money? Anytime mrbrown or Xiaxue needed money, all they'd have to do is buy up tons of their own stock, and then write something blardy hilarious in their blog, get it linked to by thousands of fans, and then *KA-CHING*! Insider blog trading at its best! [the alternative being Google ads and a Paypal button...]

Go check it out. :) and maybe register your own blog

so go fig, I've always liked the colour black. What's not to like? It's a classic colour, goes well with any pants, bags, and other accessories you carry on your person, it instantly slims any figure [even if you wear those enemy-of-love-handles cotton spandex tees] and is always fashionably acceptable.

This doesn't go well with my very-fashionably-conscious uncle. When we were on the way to sign the bond for Mr Moe, he asked whether I had prepared my wardrobe for school.

"Sure," I said, "5 black shirts and 3 pants."

This threw him into a state of consternation. "What?? What will the students think? What will the staff think? Don't you have any other clothes in your cupboard??"

"Yea, but wearing black makes it so much easier. I don't have to think about what to wear, I just pull the nearest black shirt out and wear it with whatever pair of pants I pull out as well."

"There are so many other neutral colours you can wear! There's khaki, white..." And he railed on about the different colour combinations which did not involve black.

"Argh, too troublesome. I'm not going to think about colour combinations at 5 or 6am in the morning while I'm rushing to go to school!"

My uncle huffed. "It's pretty obvious," he said, to my dad who was driving at the moment, "That she's YOUR daughter, and no one else's." I think my dad smiled in a weird, fatherly-pride kinda way.

Then again, I did pause a bit when I opened my wardrobe one day, thinking of what to wear to tuition, and then I realised that fully half my wardrobe was black, so what was I thinking? [ok, not quite as bad as the cartoon made it out to be] I also thought back and realised that I had hardly worn any other colour the last week. [the only other colours I wear regularly are red and blue, and even then, not too often]

Then I went, ah heck, and pulled out a nondescript black shirt out of its hanger.

More Cookies

Bit tired to blog a full-length entry today [and also because nothing else interesting has happened in my boring life recently (^^!)] so here are a few more cookie links to keep you guys occupied:

Mother is Indicted for Hiring Stripper for Son - What a sweet 16 her son must have had.

My favourite line: “Who are they to tell me what I can and can’t show to my own children?” from the mother.

Questionable Content teaches us that Astro-Glide Is Not A Hair Gel. You have been warned.

But if you DO find it works on your hair, kindly do not enlighten the rest of us. Doomo Arigatou Gozaimasu.

GC, a comic for monkeys shows us the past of the man who is behind "the greatest thing mankind has ever laid eyes on".

And if you don't agree, you must be a Nintendo or a Microsoft.

Someone asked why I kept writing the boyfriend as DF rather than BF. Well, kein, and others who hopped onto this blog late, it's not a spelling error. It's short for DragonFly, which is the nick for the BF. The story of how and why he is the Dragonfly is tucked away somewhere in the old, dusty archives. :p Maybe one day I'll write out the entire saga nicely, and publish it somewhere.

Maybe I'll just write the whole thing in a diary and take it with me when I die... hahaha...

Star Wars Cookies

While we're in the craze of it:

Seen the Darth Vader version of Mister Potato? [no? Well, you should, it's blardy cute] Ever wonder how Star Wars would look through the eyes of the potato? [bad joke. heh.] Check out the Darth Tato Puns

I like this one: "May the fries be with you" and may they always come with extra sauce.

And from Quizilla, I have acquired a blue lightsaber... yippee! *Zwing* *zwong* *slice* *SMASH* Oops.................


Your Lightsaber is Blue

Blue is often associated with depth and stability.
It symbolizes trust, loyalty, wisdom,
confidence, and truth.


What Colored Lightsaber Would You Have?
brought to you by Quizilla

Musings

Chatting online with my friends one night, I realise why love is such a universal topic with everyone.

While I was discussing with one whether a reunion with the ex was advisable, another friend was talking about her crush, another was asking about MY love life, [and the apparent lack of progress, to her, anyway] and another was talking about HER love life [way too complicated and personal to describe here]

Then with another friend, the conversation rapidly went to kissing, and then to sex (??), one night stands, vibrators, virginity, and a lot of graphic details I don't know whether I should be putting up on this blog. ???(0_0)???

[lemme state for the record: In the fields above, it's not my knowledge that's lacking, but rather my practical experience. You learn about more than fashion and makeup these days in most women's magazines]

The question did come up from a couple of friends, on whether I had done 'anything' with him since getting attached, like hold hands [oh pls, of COS], hug, cuddle, kiss, pash [pash?], french, blah blah blah. [no sex. Trust me, NO SEX]

Interestingly enough, I realised that expectations differed quite a bit between people. People differ in the acceptable time period for acts of affection, and sometimes they differ widely. One friend thought it was fast that we held hands on the day we got attached. [she was thinking, maybe the 2nd date] On that night, I remember thinking it was taking him FOREVER already to work up the guts to hold my hand and I literally took things into my own hands that night.[heh]

Somehow or another, people build a mental timeline for such acts of physical affection. BY Day X we should have already kissed. BY Day Y we should have already made cuddling a regular habit. BY Year Z we should be married and having wild, unabetted and widely encouraged sex [as I described in my previous post]

And I find it, sometimes a little interesting, sometimes a little amusing, sometimes downright irritating, sometimes a bit wistful, when people ask me whether I've done this or that or even That. [well, my emotional reactions towards these questions usually depend on which phase of my menstrual cycle I am at the moment of questioning]

How do you even begin to put a schedule on a relationship? Not that most people do so consciously, of course, but more like they have certain expectations of the progress of a relationship, and apparently one of the ways of marking this progress is through the acts of physical affection. [I'm also fascinated by how people think a relationship is 'going somewhere', but I'll leave that for another post]

For example, most people may think that to be a virgin at 40 is to be at the bottom of the Ladder of Evolutionary Reproduction. Others may think that if you haven't kissed your boyfriend at least a month into the relationship, you may be gay.

MOST would probably agree that Hands must be held on the 1st or 2nd date. :p

me? Well, I can't really say for sure, seeing as how I don't have any past relationships to extrapolate data from. (^^!) Moreover, I never really talked to most of my attached friends about this when I was single, preferring instead to wallow in Depths of Misery and Envy. [I should have spent the time in productive Research instead to prepare me for this. Hmmm...]

So my strategy for now, is, metaphorically, to put the car in gear, and cruise along, enjoying the view along the way, and stopping for any rest stops whenever I feel like it. :p I will hope that the destination at the end is good, and hope that the suspension holds up for any bumps along the way. :p

Maybe for me right now, that's just the best I can do...

Discoveries

Went to beach with DF.

Cycled up and down the length of East Coast.

Discovered East Coast is longer than I realise. [you can now cycle to SAFRA resort]

Discovered DF is possibly allergic to seawater. [he claims his nose will itch. There go the beach holidays (^^!) ]

Discovered I can get easily sunburnt. [skin is now red, and hot to touch. Never cycle after lunch. (^^!)]

Discovered hawker centre at East Coast has renovated. [wooden pavilions, and umbrella-ed tables. Much nicer to look at, but food prices seem quite ex]

Discovered DF is highly partial to air-con, though he is still capable of physical activity. [The guy has a metabolic rate I would die for, can?]

Discovered DF has nice, firm arms and abs. [how do you think I found this out? Haha!]

Discovered how nice it is to lean on him, resting my head on his shoulder, and his head on mine, hands locked together.

*Sigh* (^_^)

It's official... I'm addicted to the Freecell game on Windows... (0_0) Someone help me please...

Anyway, the inspiration for this post came one night during Jap class... I might have been in the wrong phase of my menstrual cycle then, but here goes...

Let's talk about...

The question put to the class that night was "kekkonshita toki, nani o kaemasu ka?", roughly translated as "What changes after one gets married?"

Common replies were "namae" [name], "uchi" [house], [other answers greatly limited by our lack of proficiency in Japanese].

I had to come up with an answer that stunned Krynn and Yenn. "Sex Life". [sorry, but I don't know what's the Jap term for that. :p ]

Well, like, YEA! Of all the most drastic changes you could do to yourself after marriage, the sex would be a part of it wouldn't it? [Assuming you and your spouse actually get it going on, that is...]

Ok, lemme show you what I mean by comparing the different kinds of changes after marriage:

House - Merely a sharing of physical space. You get a flat together, you clash over interior decoration issues, you wonder what furniture to get. Big deal. Sounds like moving into a hostel with a roommate.

Name - [for women] Yawn. The only discernible differences brought by a change in name would only be seen if you had to fill in government forms. Other things you can still get by with your maiden name if you still wanted to. Some ladies even keep their maiden names by latching them together with their husbands'. Eg, Mrs Lee-Tan, Mrs Wee-Tan.

Sharing of other assets - See house. Once again, it's like sharing stuff with your roommate.

Kids - only come after the One Big Change, which is....

SEX

Before you were married, when you were still single, or just into a relationship, this was THE forbidden fruit, that parents encouraged their kids [mainly the daughters] to keep, preserve, cherish and defend to the death. In Singapore's legal system, sex with an underage minor is considered statutory rape, WHETHER OR NOT the sex was consensual in the first place.

So the message to kids is clear. [whether or not they choose to heed it is another thing altogether , of course] Virginity is something to be preserved at all costs, and to lose it is to almost commit a crime, by Singapore's standards. Sex is a big no, no, NO at their age.

[Note: However, the law is noticeably biased towards men. An adult man who has sex with an underage girl faces jail. An adult woman who has sex with an underage boy gets by with the legal equivalent of a slap on the wrist.]

Even when you grow up, and say you're in your 20s, premarital sex is still something that is very much frowned upon. Most of you at this point might snort indignantly, grin cynically, or maybe blush furiously, [?] but the fact remains that. Premarital sex, no matter how common, no matter how much more socially acceptable, no matter how much it's been blasted on the TV, movies or the Internet, still has a tinge of forbiddenness in it. Even if you indulge in it, you may still get a small, nagging feeling at the back of your mind, saying you're doing something WRONG.

It may come across as an old-fashioned sentiment, but what do you expect? It's a message that has been passed down by generations of parents before us, and is not likely to die down in our generation. [which of course makes you wonder, how many generations before us also didn't listen to their parents and went and did it anyway, and then ended up telling their kids not to do it? Gee, why didn't we listen the first time around already?]

But I digress. The main message is clear: Preserve thy virginity. Do not fuck.

THEN after you get married, what happens?

Suddenly EVERYONE'S interested in your sex life. Did you do it? Are you doing it? How often are you doing it? Do you enjoy it? Do you like it? Does it hurt? Blardy hell. Last time parents tell me cannot do, cannot do, now they want me to do and do and do until I repopulate half the world?

So when you're young, the message is that you are never to do it. Then, after you get married, you aren't only told to do it, you're heavily encouraged, and your mother-in-law might even give you some special herbs to 'make him go faster' *wink wink wink*, or for you to take 'during some times of the month' *wink wink wink again* All for the sake of carrying their next crying, bawling generation in their arms.

So tell me, is there another more major change after marriage? *wink wink wink*

Edit: After I wrote the above post, I came across the following article in Tomorrow.sg Read and enjoy. :)

SillyCelly's guide to O-Heaven

Cookie Bites

Because I put such a sombre post up yesterday, I was hesitant to put other farnie stuff up, in case it clashed with the sombre post. Hence, here are all the crappy stuff that I tot of yesterday:

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When you go to the gym, you can get a lot of satisfaction from one thing.

It's not being able to break your previous running record on the treadmill. [btw, on my way to getting a D for my 2.4 (^^!) ]

It's not being able to lift heavier weights than before.

It's not even seeing the numbers on the weighing scale go down.

No, the satisfaction of going to the gym comes from seeing another woman, who's taller than you, slimmer than you, prettier than you, better dressed than you, [her sparkling white Nike top and cute pink shorts on even cuter butt, versus my oversized freshmen camp T-shirt, and 3 for $10 at market shorts] stroll in with her cute, adoring boyfriend.



And then seeing Nubile Young Thing just DIE after barely 10 mins on the treadmill, while you are still going strong.



WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You call that EXERCISE? Eat my dust, kuso onna! *evil, smirking look* All the fat women repeat after me, "You may have the looks, but you ain't got the MOVES!"

Hey, you get whatever comfort you get in this harsh world... :p

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Then later on, as I was going to J8 to meet the DF, I noticed this new advertising campaign for HL's banana milk on a bus. If you ever see this ad, you can never miss it, and you can never mistake it for anything else. Kudos to the ad company that came up with this.

You know that dancing cow in the TV ad with the bananas on her head? Well, the bus had a full-sized model of said cow with bananas on her head lying languidly on the ceiling on the bus.

And funnily enough, the first thing that came to my mind was, "holy cow..."

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Watched Ep 3 finally. Not a bad movie, despite us knowing what was going to happen in the end. :p Though DF would prefer more scenes of evil Lord Vader in black plastic suit... Me, I'd prefer it if the love scenes were either better done, or simply hacked from the movie altogether. Haydn Christensen was awe-inspiring as the Dark Lord Vader, but as lovey dovey Anakin Skywalker......... *ugh* Totally CMI...

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Here's an interesting drama that's happening in the blogosphere. It all started with Sassyjan's post for desperate female singles on how to steal the guy you want away from his girlfriend. [ok, that's why it's a post for 'desperate' female singles...]

Then, Xiaxue posted a marriage proposal to Malaysian blogger, Kennysia, on her blog. Although most of the post appears to be more about how pretty she is, the shit she had with a Chinatown vendor, and an Anna Sui fairy contest... there are some proposals in there... I swear... :p

Kennysia replied with musings on how their marriage would be like. But when I see the pics he has on how sex would be like, what their kids would look like... *shudder* Do the world a favour, and just stick with your girlfriend, yah?

Haha, interesting.... to use your blog to hook the guy you want... :p

This was pretty chilling to read... This blogger blogged about his sister's ex visiting them, and hours later he was dead. Later, police identified the murderer through an entry on his blog.

Read the incriminating blog entry, and then read the news article about the killing.

Rest in Peace, man.

I'm on a stock exchange?

This is a little weird, but I just found out about Blogshares, a sorta stock exchange-like place for blogs?

And I also found out, my blog's on it? Here's the page to the er, trading history and stock price of my blog. [I'm apparently currently valued at $3423.82 at the time that I'm writing this]

The blogosphere is getting more and more bizarre by the minute......

Oh, and I kena Tomorrow-ed again, for my piece on How Not To Get Sued.

Hey! I'm getting famous... Maybe one day ST will also interview me? Or I'll be able to sell Boredslacker T-shirts? Hahaha...

This slacker has been waking up at all sorts of unearthly hours these few days, like 8am on a Saturday morning [with no tuition] and 730 on Sunday morning. :S A condition which will most likely be reversed when I start work/school. :S

Cookie Bites

First off, innocent Disney fans do not look at this link. This is so wrong somehow. :S

A list of Japanese phrases to do with love, marriage and the inevitable quarrels. Use these when you want to confuse your other half. :)

And this horoscope was taken from Krystal's blog: [only some are posted here. For your own horoscope, check her blog, or the original website where she got it] Again, my comments are in []

How To Date A Libra Male

If you are dating a Libra male, your first date will be in a romantic restaurant, highlighted with a wonderful wine list.

[My first date happened to be in Din Tai Fung, which ain't exactly high on the romance factor, though the xiao long bao was good. However, the DF did have a tendency to bring me to nice places when we were innocent friends, so there may be some truth in this. Unfortunately, he can't stand wine or any kinda alcohol. :S]

During dinner just smile and be sweet. Libra men don't like vulgarity in any form. Dress tastefully, and do use your flower scented perfume. He loves women who dress up, wear jewelry, use makeup, and are happy being feminine.

[This......... I might have a slight problem with. :S Especially since my makeup collection consists of one unused lipstick and 4 bottles of dried nail polish]

He is fascinated with fantasy, including sexual fantasy.

[Oooooo.......]

Don't discuss your recent love life, or ex-husbands. He could care less about your children, or desire to have them.

[What love life? What husbands? What children?]

Don't be argumentative. Libra males hate conflict. You can discuss your latest painting, the last book you read, or what your plans are for interior decorating.

[Interior decorating?]

Libra males love cozy fires, and sensuous females near it. Fore play is a big high for Libra males. He is not a wimp, by any means, although, he loves to please! Yes, he would be your sex slave, provided you tease him a lot. At work, he is a fair boss, but at home he loves to be used!

[I'm... intrigued by the sex slave part.]

Libra males will stay in a bad marriage. Flirting gets them into trouble. Marriage is part of his ultimate plan, just make certain he is single, when you decide to date your Libra male.

[Strangely enough, the DF was the first one to bring up the topic of marriage in casual conversation, on our 2nd date to boot. :S Do you sense a sort of gender reversal here? But hey, at least he's not afraid of commitment...]

And now for my turn: [Though what's the point of putting this up if he ain't reading it? Duh... ]

How To Date A Pisces Female

If you are dating a Pisces female, take her to a psychic fair, art gallery, or out for cocktails.

[cocktails will DEFintely go down very well with me. :D]

Don't take her to the animal shelter, or you will have a new pet.

[Aw! LOOKIE AT ALL DA CUTESY CATS!!! Meow! Meow! KAWAII-NE! *Peta feeling coming on*]

You can wear anything you like, and you get to make all the decisions.

[Because I'm too sui pian and too indecisive to make dinner decisions. (^^!) A fact which has probably exasperated many friends, and which I'm trying to get over]

She prefers men with a passion about something, just believe in it.

[It would be nice if your passion was about ME though... (^_^)]

Music is one of her favorites and dancing is definitely a must. If you can't dance, take lessons.

[And take them with me]

Pisces females don't care if you are good looking, just have a heart. A sense of humor is an asset, she has one too.

[Albeit a strange, cynical, and sometimes downright offensive one]

She has no confidence in herself, so support her in her dreams. She falls in love easily. Don't promise her a rose garden, if you don't mean it.

[Thumbs up to this one]

When you go to the movies, take tissues. It does not matter what the movie is about, she will inevitable cry, when something touches her.

[Can I say... I haven't cried in a theatre yet hor...]

Pisces females love everyone, even if they treated her badly.

[Ok, I'm not THAT nuts. Treat me badly and I'll just walk away]

She hates to see pain, but can drown in her own. Cheer her up, be a positive kind of guy, and be romantic.

[Stick around for the PMS]

Encourage her to not live in your shadow, but to have her own life. Yes, your Pisces woman will marry you. Pisces females have a hard time saying "No"!

[Oh oh.........]