Oink!
What did i do today ?
Hmmm, I handed in my resume for my internship to my lecturer. Imagine travelling for an hour to hand in 2 sheets of paper and then another hour back. What a waste of time .... Okay my blog is getting boring. It will be more boring to tell you the people that I encounter on the train, how I drag my feet up the bus .... yadda yadda. But, i'm sure there are more interesting things to do like go see the Merlion spit out Newater or go to the Speaker's Corner to enjoy silence. But still, you're here ! That's because you do not need to whip out your EZLink card to pay for this service. Okay, i'm officially declaring myself lame.
Going back to the more lamer stuff that I did today. Which is that I did nothing today. Yup, sleep like a pig, eat like a hog and laze like a boar. I score zilch on the productivity scale as of 5.46 pm from now as of today. Therefore, in the next one hour, this pig/hog/boar will metamorphasize into a human being. I will start doing layout work on a brochure in Pagemaker. I will also start downloading season 3 of Alias which somehow, Kazaa likes to refuse my downloads from other people. Must be the pig brandmark on my forehead that makes people stay away.
So i shall talk about something interesting today. The moral of today's post is PIGS.
Are you a pig ? Yup. Don't take that long to think about the answer. Everyone is a pig. Even the ministers that run the government down to the char kway teow hawker at Bedok. You see, everyone likes to laze around. It is human nature. Of course, there are some individuals who are always on their toes but i'm talking about a large majority here. If you are reading my post now, you would also be considered a pig. The reason is that a pig would be doing something useful instead of reading a lousy blog like mine. There is a pig on the inside of everyone. Confess, or face the chopper because one day, your potential life partner or future employer will grill you with questions like "How many off days do you want a year?" or "How many babies do you want?". At the end of the table, you'll be thinking, I would like 364 days a year or if you are a male (the more the better because I won't need to carry a fat balloon for 9 months) or if you a female (the lesser the better because I don't need loads of pigs coming out of my vagina).
Have you lost the train of thought yet? If you reread the above scenario, what I am driving at is, most humans like to avoid work as best as possible if there is little credit to gain from it. Typical pigs are people who want to gain something quick without putting more effort into it. One fine example is the Saturday and Sunday queues that you see in neighbourhoods. Lining up just by shading numbers on fine paper and plonking life savings to gain momental wealth are the typical pigs who just want to get rich quick.
Maybe, i said maybe, they could use their money to invest on other stuff, that would make returns instead of gambling that would as much hurt their pockets of fats as pigs. I'm a typical pig myself, we want to have the most gain with little effort. Sigh, this theory applies to every single aspect of your life. Love life, Academic, Health, Work life etc ..... you get my drift.
Think about it. Is it time to stop being a pig and start living life afresh with little expectations on where you place your effort and let whatever fate decide what should be on your chopping board?
Today's moral is rather complicated to understand but just need to use more brain cells to reflects. Hope you make an effort to use some of your brain cells instead of being a pig.
- Benjamin
Friday, October 31, 2003
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Fetishes
It was an adventurous 2 days.
I didn't blog yesterday because I was at a chalet with my course friends. We bbq'ed, we bowled, we played mahjong, we eat, we didn't sleep and we made a whole ruckus of noise as though we owned Arnanda Resorts.
Some of the fun things worth mentioning. The barbeque on Tuesday night was boring from the start. The gals were playing mahjong like tai-tais and the guys were blackening out over the charcoal pit. All and all, we had a fun time eating half-cooked grilled chicken wings, honeyed sticks (the honey seeped into the original crab sticks until it has no flavour except sweet honey), honeyed balls on a stick (same as the crabsticks seasoning theory above). Point to note: Clara is blonde because of the honey-flavoured stuff that she eats. Her diabetes is affecting her brain only though.
Besides the ill-flavoured food that i stomached, there was another suprise installed. The guys (me, Ivan and Eric) bought water guns that looked like Super Soaker 375 and while the gals (Joe, Yan Wen, Mei Fen, Xue Fang, Jia Hui, Clara, Yi Ling ...), all got wet under the rain we showered upon them on the ambush. Common target was Joe though as she was soaked thoroughly and she had to escaped like Osama during 911. We went on a chase but as it seems, she went missing into the caves. My prediction was accurate as her headquarters was the chalet itself. Grrr.... 3 of us deployed dirty tricks to lure Joe the Vegan out from her lair but to no avail.
The encounter with a closed oak door for 25 minutes was thrilling yet dumb. I felt like a primary school kid doing childish things again not because we have water guns that make people squirm with wetness but the fact that I looked ridiculous screaming and making a din. Our confrontation through the entry was more than a climax.
Joe and her posse inside (Yan Wen, Jia Hui & Pujan) were guarding the fort. They let open the door for our so-called-truce that we used by dropping our water guns. All hell broke loose as we infiltrated the camp. Saddam and her minions were not so dumb after all. They used our precious bags. (Joe took Ivan's Wolfstain backpack & Yan Wen took my Quicksilver pack) as shields. We slapped, we slipped and we slogged it out in a very wet kitchen. We squirted tap water all over them. They used our bags as mops. Those slimebags !!!!
On the second day of the chalet, the horde of us went to karaoke. I opted out though becaue I wanted to see my aunt and two very close cousins of mine that lived nearby which I have never seen for like 8 months. One of the things that I caught up on was that my cousin, Daphne, was working at a facial salon. When i first laid my eyes on her that night, she was dressed so purely in a white's nurse uniform with her black purse. If she wore that hat-thingy on her head, she would be every Japanese-soft-porn director's first pick. You see, Daphne is obsessed with skin. Yup, her skin is flawless. Any speck of dirt will never avoid the twinkle of her eye. She is so white that I can use my DV cam to do "White balance" on her skin. Daphne is very particular you see, like everyone of us have a secret fetish somehow. She protects her skin so much so that she spent 10 years of her life indoor to avoid the gaze of the sun. She was a night owl that roamed the chatrooms for socialization. Now now, she isn't ugly or that she has a lousy personality, she is just a quirky individual.
To quote what i said to her yesterday: "Only me and faith (her sister) could fully understand her obsession and strike a proper conversation with her without her feeling awkward." Daphne is the cousin who gives me beauty advice. Not that i need it anyway since i don't bother with it. I was interested for a period of time but now, i can't really give a damn whether it was a zit, pimple or mole on my nose (like Ivan). Daphne wants me to buy Nightingale's shit when i went to Japan, Baby's placenta when I was in the United States and Playtpus's pus went I visited Australia. All of the 3 items mentioned above helped improve and conditions your skin to look like your dove white silky satin bedsheet. All of which is banned in Singapore of course.
Well, today was the end of the chalet. I received a very piece of good news though. The news was that i got into the top 3 teams of my 3rd year project. Now, it might be a boring piece of arrogant shit that i might be throwing at your face but the fact that it is worth mentioning is the because of this reason I list below.
The team compose of a 3 man team. Me, Aaron and Felicia. As compared to other 5 or 6 man teams in our course, we had to slog it out to put in the same amount of effort to compile our report. We were the underdogs and we knew it but we were determined and set our visions high. We were elated when we scored highest for our first CA, that was a SWOT report of our company. However, we came into an anti-climax when we heard other teams scored better than us. We knew then and there our chances were slim but we pushed on and even though we anyhow ping plang plonk we came out with a final report and submitted, with barely seconds to spare. Frankly, I didn't have any high hopes at all due to the intense competition that i expected. I was shocked that I got in, the moment I heard the news. Well, I had some anticipation though and the far-sighted part of me had thought that if we went to finals, I would be a one-man show doing presentation because my other 2 partners are flying of to Japan for a fortnight. 3 of us will reset our priorities because the presentation is in 3 weeks and to quote from the man himself : "It will be a stressful 3 weeks and you will be very busy". Well, i'll update you on the boring details when we meet up two days later.
The Moral of the day : Fetishes
Everyone has a Fetish. Yup, the inkling for something peculiar or an interest that labels you as a Woodbridge inmate. If you read above, my cousin has a fetish for clear skin. Her obsession has lasted her for a lifetime and she says she will be suicidal by 40 because of the wrinkles that cannot be cured by botox or nightingale poop. So the question is, do you have a fetish ? Something that will attract you that no matter what will get you going out to go get it. Perverts have a fetish for panties, Banglhas have a fetish for making themselves as smelly as possible and some people have a fetish for letting people get irritated just by being obscenely late (Aaron). For me, I can't decide which of the below 3 is my main fetish. Play-acting (lying) , Reality Shows or being an irritant. All of which I always never fail to perform to the best of my abilities. Come to think of it, a combination of all 3 is my fetish. In reality, you lie, cheat, backstab, irritate the hell out of any one you come across. (this statement only applies to me). So, my fetish is not reality shows, lying or being irritating but my fetish is for people to show their true colours.
In my own opinion, everyone puts on a mask to look and behave positively to the people that they stand in front of. Example, laughing at a lame joke wish you would rather bang that person's head into the wall. Not to digress, my fetish is something worth promoting, that is being R-E-A-L. Like brutally honest, I have a friend who blogs and she is like that and she enjoys her freedom. Technically on the other hand, we put on masks so that we have say nice things and behave nicely. It makes a world a better place but don't you prefer people telling you what they feel instead of people talking behind your back. Maybe it is your fetish. Your fetish for being delusional.
- Benjamin
It was an adventurous 2 days.
I didn't blog yesterday because I was at a chalet with my course friends. We bbq'ed, we bowled, we played mahjong, we eat, we didn't sleep and we made a whole ruckus of noise as though we owned Arnanda Resorts.
Some of the fun things worth mentioning. The barbeque on Tuesday night was boring from the start. The gals were playing mahjong like tai-tais and the guys were blackening out over the charcoal pit. All and all, we had a fun time eating half-cooked grilled chicken wings, honeyed sticks (the honey seeped into the original crab sticks until it has no flavour except sweet honey), honeyed balls on a stick (same as the crabsticks seasoning theory above). Point to note: Clara is blonde because of the honey-flavoured stuff that she eats. Her diabetes is affecting her brain only though.
Besides the ill-flavoured food that i stomached, there was another suprise installed. The guys (me, Ivan and Eric) bought water guns that looked like Super Soaker 375 and while the gals (Joe, Yan Wen, Mei Fen, Xue Fang, Jia Hui, Clara, Yi Ling ...), all got wet under the rain we showered upon them on the ambush. Common target was Joe though as she was soaked thoroughly and she had to escaped like Osama during 911. We went on a chase but as it seems, she went missing into the caves. My prediction was accurate as her headquarters was the chalet itself. Grrr.... 3 of us deployed dirty tricks to lure Joe the Vegan out from her lair but to no avail.
The encounter with a closed oak door for 25 minutes was thrilling yet dumb. I felt like a primary school kid doing childish things again not because we have water guns that make people squirm with wetness but the fact that I looked ridiculous screaming and making a din. Our confrontation through the entry was more than a climax.
Joe and her posse inside (Yan Wen, Jia Hui & Pujan) were guarding the fort. They let open the door for our so-called-truce that we used by dropping our water guns. All hell broke loose as we infiltrated the camp. Saddam and her minions were not so dumb after all. They used our precious bags. (Joe took Ivan's Wolfstain backpack & Yan Wen took my Quicksilver pack) as shields. We slapped, we slipped and we slogged it out in a very wet kitchen. We squirted tap water all over them. They used our bags as mops. Those slimebags !!!!
On the second day of the chalet, the horde of us went to karaoke. I opted out though becaue I wanted to see my aunt and two very close cousins of mine that lived nearby which I have never seen for like 8 months. One of the things that I caught up on was that my cousin, Daphne, was working at a facial salon. When i first laid my eyes on her that night, she was dressed so purely in a white's nurse uniform with her black purse. If she wore that hat-thingy on her head, she would be every Japanese-soft-porn director's first pick. You see, Daphne is obsessed with skin. Yup, her skin is flawless. Any speck of dirt will never avoid the twinkle of her eye. She is so white that I can use my DV cam to do "White balance" on her skin. Daphne is very particular you see, like everyone of us have a secret fetish somehow. She protects her skin so much so that she spent 10 years of her life indoor to avoid the gaze of the sun. She was a night owl that roamed the chatrooms for socialization. Now now, she isn't ugly or that she has a lousy personality, she is just a quirky individual.
To quote what i said to her yesterday: "Only me and faith (her sister) could fully understand her obsession and strike a proper conversation with her without her feeling awkward." Daphne is the cousin who gives me beauty advice. Not that i need it anyway since i don't bother with it. I was interested for a period of time but now, i can't really give a damn whether it was a zit, pimple or mole on my nose (like Ivan). Daphne wants me to buy Nightingale's shit when i went to Japan, Baby's placenta when I was in the United States and Playtpus's pus went I visited Australia. All of the 3 items mentioned above helped improve and conditions your skin to look like your dove white silky satin bedsheet. All of which is banned in Singapore of course.
Well, today was the end of the chalet. I received a very piece of good news though. The news was that i got into the top 3 teams of my 3rd year project. Now, it might be a boring piece of arrogant shit that i might be throwing at your face but the fact that it is worth mentioning is the because of this reason I list below.
The team compose of a 3 man team. Me, Aaron and Felicia. As compared to other 5 or 6 man teams in our course, we had to slog it out to put in the same amount of effort to compile our report. We were the underdogs and we knew it but we were determined and set our visions high. We were elated when we scored highest for our first CA, that was a SWOT report of our company. However, we came into an anti-climax when we heard other teams scored better than us. We knew then and there our chances were slim but we pushed on and even though we anyhow ping plang plonk we came out with a final report and submitted, with barely seconds to spare. Frankly, I didn't have any high hopes at all due to the intense competition that i expected. I was shocked that I got in, the moment I heard the news. Well, I had some anticipation though and the far-sighted part of me had thought that if we went to finals, I would be a one-man show doing presentation because my other 2 partners are flying of to Japan for a fortnight. 3 of us will reset our priorities because the presentation is in 3 weeks and to quote from the man himself : "It will be a stressful 3 weeks and you will be very busy". Well, i'll update you on the boring details when we meet up two days later.
The Moral of the day : Fetishes
Everyone has a Fetish. Yup, the inkling for something peculiar or an interest that labels you as a Woodbridge inmate. If you read above, my cousin has a fetish for clear skin. Her obsession has lasted her for a lifetime and she says she will be suicidal by 40 because of the wrinkles that cannot be cured by botox or nightingale poop. So the question is, do you have a fetish ? Something that will attract you that no matter what will get you going out to go get it. Perverts have a fetish for panties, Banglhas have a fetish for making themselves as smelly as possible and some people have a fetish for letting people get irritated just by being obscenely late (Aaron). For me, I can't decide which of the below 3 is my main fetish. Play-acting (lying) , Reality Shows or being an irritant. All of which I always never fail to perform to the best of my abilities. Come to think of it, a combination of all 3 is my fetish. In reality, you lie, cheat, backstab, irritate the hell out of any one you come across. (this statement only applies to me). So, my fetish is not reality shows, lying or being irritating but my fetish is for people to show their true colours.
In my own opinion, everyone puts on a mask to look and behave positively to the people that they stand in front of. Example, laughing at a lame joke wish you would rather bang that person's head into the wall. Not to digress, my fetish is something worth promoting, that is being R-E-A-L. Like brutally honest, I have a friend who blogs and she is like that and she enjoys her freedom. Technically on the other hand, we put on masks so that we have say nice things and behave nicely. It makes a world a better place but don't you prefer people telling you what they feel instead of people talking behind your back. Maybe it is your fetish. Your fetish for being delusional.
- Benjamin
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Frustration
It's 1 pm.
I'm in school. My meeting with the first lecturer ended early and now, i'm awaiting for the next meeting with my editor at 3 pm. I was hoping that I can carry forward it early but apparently, my editor is an uncivilised barbarian who refuses to return my messages or my call. So here, i'm awaiting for his response and will bore you with details of anything and everything.
Lets start with the chalet. IF MY EDITOR IS WILLING TO MEET ME EARLIER, I could go down and help with the setting up of the bbq pit. IF HE EVER READS THIS, look at your mobile phone on the table. Yes that small equipment you carry around in your pocket with the flashing LC screen that vibrates in your pocket and does not serve to stimulate you sexually ??? Hello !!! Pick up my call. Grrr, I hate waiting but then again it is not his fault since I arranged for a late meeting. Should I just hit myself on the head with my handphone ? I'm sure you sitting here reading this is more than willing to volunteer such a noble task.
I digress. Back to the Chalet. The people that are going are my mahjong khakis so i shall explicitly bore you with details on their personality, their mahjong skills and what I foresee in them.
First up, Eric. He is an easy-going buddy of mine, played mahjong with him last Saturday and he was a relatively lousy player until he faced the big guns. He learned the usual way, paying his school fees to the experts and now, he is slowly gaining momentum and having a mahjong style of his own that in my own opinion, would be less profitable if he played with the real people. Oh by the way, he likes to own people money but he is morally responsible to the debtor so try to win alot of money from him so he will be indebted to you for life. hahaha.
Second up, Ivan. Bloody bugger. Only one that can match my skill on par. He has some quirks here and there when playing. I always play guard against him and that is why he holds anoymity over me for being over protective of letting him win. My theory in mahjong is I rather not let anyone win by not letting myself win if the opponent so happens to have big cards. I think i'm a good player and what sets me and Ivan apart is the luck itself on that day.
Third up, Aaron the ass. Slacker who does nothing and when accused of doing nothing, he will admit he did everything. He is sitting right next to me now as I type this blog so I shall blabber or the bad stuff about him now. Girls, please avoid him as he is hazardrous to your emotional cells as on the outlook, he might be caring but instead, he always bully girls by annoying them with his wicked laughter. He is also scared of rejection. He told me the reason why he doesn't add friends to friendster is because of fear of rejection. To quote his exact words mere minutes ago as of 28 Oct 2003. 13:25 , " I will cry if my friends reject me." And no i did not put that out of context. Those were his exact words. Crybaby. Period.
Lastly, Clara. Ivan's girlfriend and a blonde head to boot. She is so blur that even if the cows have ALL come home, she would still be atop the barn roof with her binoculars still waiting even though all the cows are under her ass in the barn nesting warmly from the thunderstorm. Ivan must have be patient with Clara for the past few years, looking at this scenario of she taking a long time to understand a joke. When i meant a long time, i really mean a LOOOOOOOONG time.
It is like telling a fable and the moral of the story is so blatant but to her, she will walk home, sleep over it and then wake up and then get it. Yes, it is that long and if some of the morals or concepts are too complicated for her understanding, she will call the person up and clarify the whole moral/concept for her so that she can have a better grasp. Nevertheless, she is still my friend, and as you can see, unlike Eric, she paid more school fees and she is still stuck in kindergarden level but she showed some bright sparks of Einstein now and then but then again, i suspect it is the horseshoe that she keeps in her bag.
Now what future to i foretell to my four faithful friends. For Eric, he should be a movie producer, who is as confused as the movie as he produced but he will be successful in something, just that we and him don't know what yet. As for Ivan, he would make a good musician or a bloody good CEO of a fish farm or a bookie den. Aaron, would make a very good sales marketing executive of SDU. Lastly , Clara remains best at home. As chauvanist as i sound, she is more of a princess tai-tai than a career women.
To conclude, I just hope that all my friends don't beat me up as i'm exerting my lousy sense of humour here. Otherwise, my circle of friends would shrink to a lone spotlight of me alone.
The editor still hasn't called and i'm still waiting. Sigh.
Moral of today's post. Beautiful people like ugly people.
This is a theory i propose. Opposites attract. Period. Like flies to women, the concept of attractiveness has always be vague in minds of researchers. A person may be beautiful to some but to others, she might look like a horse. It seems that it is all objective. Right ? Well, my theory rationalizes the fact that beautiful people think they are so attractive that they have to do some justice to the world and marry ugly people to make their lives justifiable to the society. As so, this theory is proven by my pal Aaron. He was surfing on Friendster and he as usual, very K-P-O , is surfing the gals website and then he points out to me like 7 times, that the gals he found pretty or cute. Then , he went to the photos session of the gals and they were all attached with boyfriends. Yup, U-G-L-Y boyfriends. To relate the moral of today's post, the theory is if you are ugly, don't fret because someone will justify your prescene and make it all worthwhile.
See, being ugly is not a crime. It is a virute. Ugly = virtue.
Bite me, if you don't agree,
- Benjamin
It's 1 pm.
I'm in school. My meeting with the first lecturer ended early and now, i'm awaiting for the next meeting with my editor at 3 pm. I was hoping that I can carry forward it early but apparently, my editor is an uncivilised barbarian who refuses to return my messages or my call. So here, i'm awaiting for his response and will bore you with details of anything and everything.
Lets start with the chalet. IF MY EDITOR IS WILLING TO MEET ME EARLIER, I could go down and help with the setting up of the bbq pit. IF HE EVER READS THIS, look at your mobile phone on the table. Yes that small equipment you carry around in your pocket with the flashing LC screen that vibrates in your pocket and does not serve to stimulate you sexually ??? Hello !!! Pick up my call. Grrr, I hate waiting but then again it is not his fault since I arranged for a late meeting. Should I just hit myself on the head with my handphone ? I'm sure you sitting here reading this is more than willing to volunteer such a noble task.
I digress. Back to the Chalet. The people that are going are my mahjong khakis so i shall explicitly bore you with details on their personality, their mahjong skills and what I foresee in them.
First up, Eric. He is an easy-going buddy of mine, played mahjong with him last Saturday and he was a relatively lousy player until he faced the big guns. He learned the usual way, paying his school fees to the experts and now, he is slowly gaining momentum and having a mahjong style of his own that in my own opinion, would be less profitable if he played with the real people. Oh by the way, he likes to own people money but he is morally responsible to the debtor so try to win alot of money from him so he will be indebted to you for life. hahaha.
Second up, Ivan. Bloody bugger. Only one that can match my skill on par. He has some quirks here and there when playing. I always play guard against him and that is why he holds anoymity over me for being over protective of letting him win. My theory in mahjong is I rather not let anyone win by not letting myself win if the opponent so happens to have big cards. I think i'm a good player and what sets me and Ivan apart is the luck itself on that day.
Third up, Aaron the ass. Slacker who does nothing and when accused of doing nothing, he will admit he did everything. He is sitting right next to me now as I type this blog so I shall blabber or the bad stuff about him now. Girls, please avoid him as he is hazardrous to your emotional cells as on the outlook, he might be caring but instead, he always bully girls by annoying them with his wicked laughter. He is also scared of rejection. He told me the reason why he doesn't add friends to friendster is because of fear of rejection. To quote his exact words mere minutes ago as of 28 Oct 2003. 13:25 , " I will cry if my friends reject me." And no i did not put that out of context. Those were his exact words. Crybaby. Period.
Lastly, Clara. Ivan's girlfriend and a blonde head to boot. She is so blur that even if the cows have ALL come home, she would still be atop the barn roof with her binoculars still waiting even though all the cows are under her ass in the barn nesting warmly from the thunderstorm. Ivan must have be patient with Clara for the past few years, looking at this scenario of she taking a long time to understand a joke. When i meant a long time, i really mean a LOOOOOOOONG time.
It is like telling a fable and the moral of the story is so blatant but to her, she will walk home, sleep over it and then wake up and then get it. Yes, it is that long and if some of the morals or concepts are too complicated for her understanding, she will call the person up and clarify the whole moral/concept for her so that she can have a better grasp. Nevertheless, she is still my friend, and as you can see, unlike Eric, she paid more school fees and she is still stuck in kindergarden level but she showed some bright sparks of Einstein now and then but then again, i suspect it is the horseshoe that she keeps in her bag.
Now what future to i foretell to my four faithful friends. For Eric, he should be a movie producer, who is as confused as the movie as he produced but he will be successful in something, just that we and him don't know what yet. As for Ivan, he would make a good musician or a bloody good CEO of a fish farm or a bookie den. Aaron, would make a very good sales marketing executive of SDU. Lastly , Clara remains best at home. As chauvanist as i sound, she is more of a princess tai-tai than a career women.
To conclude, I just hope that all my friends don't beat me up as i'm exerting my lousy sense of humour here. Otherwise, my circle of friends would shrink to a lone spotlight of me alone.
The editor still hasn't called and i'm still waiting. Sigh.
Moral of today's post. Beautiful people like ugly people.
This is a theory i propose. Opposites attract. Period. Like flies to women, the concept of attractiveness has always be vague in minds of researchers. A person may be beautiful to some but to others, she might look like a horse. It seems that it is all objective. Right ? Well, my theory rationalizes the fact that beautiful people think they are so attractive that they have to do some justice to the world and marry ugly people to make their lives justifiable to the society. As so, this theory is proven by my pal Aaron. He was surfing on Friendster and he as usual, very K-P-O , is surfing the gals website and then he points out to me like 7 times, that the gals he found pretty or cute. Then , he went to the photos session of the gals and they were all attached with boyfriends. Yup, U-G-L-Y boyfriends. To relate the moral of today's post, the theory is if you are ugly, don't fret because someone will justify your prescene and make it all worthwhile.
See, being ugly is not a crime. It is a virute. Ugly = virtue.
Bite me, if you don't agree,
- Benjamin
Monday, October 27, 2003
Forgetfulness
There are some days you are aware of something and there are some days that you always forget.
Today was one of those days. Today is the official third day of my break and what good way to start if off is to screw up a meeting with a lecturer.
I always keep appointments. Period. Worst comes to worst, I will be late but by then, I would have messaged the person-at-waiting then I would be late by 5 minutes. Today, would also officially be the first day of the year of me not keeping up with an appointment.
It was a usual day for me waking up to oblivion, bumming around and not checking my handphone. I turned my handphone to silent mode (Yes i'm that stupid! Who turns their handphone to silent mode at home .... duh !!!!). At 11 am, I so happen to pass by my handphone and there it was 2 messages for me. To my suprise, my lecturer messaged me to ask WHERE I WAS ?. I stood there dumbfounded. Halfway pondering whether to knock my head on the left pillar or on the right pillar. This was an important appointment for me as it was to commencement of a school project that I committed myself to as a leader and there I was, absent from the first meeting !!! First time i feel so blonde.
I cleared the air after 10 minutes later and some blood stains on both the pillars, I called and the meeting was arranged for tommorrow at 10 am. If you don't see me blog by tommorrow night, that means I would have ended up at Changi Hospital with a concussion.
I had an easy breezy day after that wrongful affair in the morning. Lazing around my computer in card games chatroom, reading the papers and learning the new software called AfterFX, as time passed by, it was 3 pm.
Then, out of nowhere, my editor messaged me. To meet him today at his office !!! Well, since I was already so relaxed in the comforts of my home, I arranged a meeting at 3 pm tommorrow. So there, a day with nothing will evolved to the next day where i get my hands full.
To make things worse, the moment i told my editor i'll see him tommorrow at 3 pm (which i think the meeting will be over at around 5pm), it struck me I had ANOTHER appointment.
I have a chalet at 2pm with my course buddies. I self-restraint myself from the pillar and looked at the chronology of events that will be happening tommorrow. 10 am meeting with lecturer. Lunch at 2 pm. Editor meeting at 3pm. Reach home by 6pm. Leave home by 6.30 to reach chalet premises at 7.15. Get lost in the maze of A - F chalets. Reach bbq pit by 8 pm.
A packed day and it is my holidays =). Nevertheless, if you read my last entry, this events keep me going as at least I have a direction in life. I can't imagine myself aimless with nowhere to go.
The moral of today's post is: Balancing time and work
Are you the type who would like to laze around ? Or are you the type who need to be on your toes ? I'm the latter though but what keeps people motivated to busy themself with so many stuff when they can have a 2 months holiday lying there on a beach chair tanning themselves till the cows turn black themselves. As i learnt from my module UCCD, there are 3 reasons why people seek work. One of these reason is to maintain interaction with civilisation. I think that is my driving force for making myself work tirelessly to a goal, however dumb or useless as it maybe. I see that as life's path of experiences and I have to savour it as life flashes past me, however bitter or sweet it maybe, it will eventually have an impact in my life down the road.
As sad as it sounds, i don't really have a large circle of friends. Even so, my circle does not consist of what would consider as buddies but more like acquaintances. I do have a handful of friends to provide me emotional support when i need the, but being a Virgo myself, it would be preferable that i fly solo in anything that i do. To relate this back to my moral of the day, as much time as you spent on your work, take time off to have a social life or you will end up like a shrewd miserable scrooge like me 50 years down the road with nobody to love but with everyone's hatred.
I sound so miserable but it is the harsh truth. It would be delusional to lie to myself where this blog is my confessional to everything i have to say. A reflection of my life. Be damned if I have to be self-delisional.
- Benjamin
There are some days you are aware of something and there are some days that you always forget.
Today was one of those days. Today is the official third day of my break and what good way to start if off is to screw up a meeting with a lecturer.
I always keep appointments. Period. Worst comes to worst, I will be late but by then, I would have messaged the person-at-waiting then I would be late by 5 minutes. Today, would also officially be the first day of the year of me not keeping up with an appointment.
It was a usual day for me waking up to oblivion, bumming around and not checking my handphone. I turned my handphone to silent mode (Yes i'm that stupid! Who turns their handphone to silent mode at home .... duh !!!!). At 11 am, I so happen to pass by my handphone and there it was 2 messages for me. To my suprise, my lecturer messaged me to ask WHERE I WAS ?. I stood there dumbfounded. Halfway pondering whether to knock my head on the left pillar or on the right pillar. This was an important appointment for me as it was to commencement of a school project that I committed myself to as a leader and there I was, absent from the first meeting !!! First time i feel so blonde.
I cleared the air after 10 minutes later and some blood stains on both the pillars, I called and the meeting was arranged for tommorrow at 10 am. If you don't see me blog by tommorrow night, that means I would have ended up at Changi Hospital with a concussion.
I had an easy breezy day after that wrongful affair in the morning. Lazing around my computer in card games chatroom, reading the papers and learning the new software called AfterFX, as time passed by, it was 3 pm.
Then, out of nowhere, my editor messaged me. To meet him today at his office !!! Well, since I was already so relaxed in the comforts of my home, I arranged a meeting at 3 pm tommorrow. So there, a day with nothing will evolved to the next day where i get my hands full.
To make things worse, the moment i told my editor i'll see him tommorrow at 3 pm (which i think the meeting will be over at around 5pm), it struck me I had ANOTHER appointment.
I have a chalet at 2pm with my course buddies. I self-restraint myself from the pillar and looked at the chronology of events that will be happening tommorrow. 10 am meeting with lecturer. Lunch at 2 pm. Editor meeting at 3pm. Reach home by 6pm. Leave home by 6.30 to reach chalet premises at 7.15. Get lost in the maze of A - F chalets. Reach bbq pit by 8 pm.
A packed day and it is my holidays =). Nevertheless, if you read my last entry, this events keep me going as at least I have a direction in life. I can't imagine myself aimless with nowhere to go.
The moral of today's post is: Balancing time and work
Are you the type who would like to laze around ? Or are you the type who need to be on your toes ? I'm the latter though but what keeps people motivated to busy themself with so many stuff when they can have a 2 months holiday lying there on a beach chair tanning themselves till the cows turn black themselves. As i learnt from my module UCCD, there are 3 reasons why people seek work. One of these reason is to maintain interaction with civilisation. I think that is my driving force for making myself work tirelessly to a goal, however dumb or useless as it maybe. I see that as life's path of experiences and I have to savour it as life flashes past me, however bitter or sweet it maybe, it will eventually have an impact in my life down the road.
As sad as it sounds, i don't really have a large circle of friends. Even so, my circle does not consist of what would consider as buddies but more like acquaintances. I do have a handful of friends to provide me emotional support when i need the, but being a Virgo myself, it would be preferable that i fly solo in anything that i do. To relate this back to my moral of the day, as much time as you spent on your work, take time off to have a social life or you will end up like a shrewd miserable scrooge like me 50 years down the road with nobody to love but with everyone's hatred.
I sound so miserable but it is the harsh truth. It would be delusional to lie to myself where this blog is my confessional to everything i have to say. A reflection of my life. Be damned if I have to be self-delisional.
- Benjamin
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Audition
I played mahjong last night with a couple of friends. Started losing REALLY badly like S$40 in the first hour. As the night still became more silent than ever, my luck powered up !!! I can't believe i won in the end.
Back to what i did during my abscene in blogger. As i was saying, i wanted to build up my portfolio, one way was to improve my writing skills. Now, i want to profess something. I never was a writer, a good writer to boot at all. I think my grammer is out of place, my vocabulary is haywire and my sentence structure needs HDB to come in.
One good thing about me is my ability to think of interesting topics. That is the only area I feel that i'm dynamic at considering my brain doesn't even form proper composition during secondary school. Recently, I joined the school editorial team and guess what, it seems they willingly accepted my volunteerism in their stable of steady writers who wrote pretty well.
Most of them are reporters. I, on the other hand like to cover something more "exciting". More controversial, like social issues facing us (teenagers). I wrote a piece on "procrastination" and ironically i wrote it in 2 hours after i thought of that idea. The ironic part was I did not procrastinate writing this article where in normal circumstances, I normally would just write some rubbish and then save it and forget ALL about it. Must be i'm maturing haha.
Speaking of maturity, now that i'm not the youthful eighteen i was, I'm O-L-D. Speaking of which, I have loads of facial hair. If i don't shave one day, my face would be incorrigible to face the public.. Which i will come to the moral of my post today. Age.
I went for an audition for a movie production. There were 3 roles, looking for boys aged 18-28. So happen the biggest brother is 22 years old becoz they have picked him out and so, the other 2 have to be younger than him. On the day of audition, it was after my presentation so i dressed formally. So this was what happened.
Auditioner: Wah, welcome, take a sit and fill in the form.
Auditionee (me) : Okay
Auditioner: (Looks at me from head to toe) So, how old are you?
Before I could answer, the Auditioner says.....
Auditioner:" The role of the oldest brother has been filled up. I see what other roles I can let you audition for."
Me : (Momentarily stunned) But I'm.....
Audtioner: Here. (Throws the booklet of words at me) Read this part.
Me : (Finishing my last sentence) 19.
Auditioner: (Takes out a spectacles and then scans me again, this time taking a more scrutinised look) Are you sure you're 19 ?
Me : (Cursing under my breath) Yes, I'm pretty sure i'm 19.
Auditioner: Oh. Anway just read that part.
From the point on, I knew i had no role to play in this movie. Not that i'm seeking the glamour of the limelight but for me, if you haven't tasted it, try it. You are only young once.
I didn't know that you expired at 18. I haven't even experience life yet and there she threw me back on the pavement. The Movie industry is tough indeed. Well, at least i tried to make an effort. So no matter what age you are, give something a try. You don't want to be six feet under thinking that you failed to bungee jump, kill a cockroach or stab a casting director with a penknife in the back.
Thats all I have for today. I will do something useful now. That is if i can find any.
- Benjamin
I played mahjong last night with a couple of friends. Started losing REALLY badly like S$40 in the first hour. As the night still became more silent than ever, my luck powered up !!! I can't believe i won in the end.
Back to what i did during my abscene in blogger. As i was saying, i wanted to build up my portfolio, one way was to improve my writing skills. Now, i want to profess something. I never was a writer, a good writer to boot at all. I think my grammer is out of place, my vocabulary is haywire and my sentence structure needs HDB to come in.
One good thing about me is my ability to think of interesting topics. That is the only area I feel that i'm dynamic at considering my brain doesn't even form proper composition during secondary school. Recently, I joined the school editorial team and guess what, it seems they willingly accepted my volunteerism in their stable of steady writers who wrote pretty well.
Most of them are reporters. I, on the other hand like to cover something more "exciting". More controversial, like social issues facing us (teenagers). I wrote a piece on "procrastination" and ironically i wrote it in 2 hours after i thought of that idea. The ironic part was I did not procrastinate writing this article where in normal circumstances, I normally would just write some rubbish and then save it and forget ALL about it. Must be i'm maturing haha.
Speaking of maturity, now that i'm not the youthful eighteen i was, I'm O-L-D. Speaking of which, I have loads of facial hair. If i don't shave one day, my face would be incorrigible to face the public.. Which i will come to the moral of my post today. Age.
I went for an audition for a movie production. There were 3 roles, looking for boys aged 18-28. So happen the biggest brother is 22 years old becoz they have picked him out and so, the other 2 have to be younger than him. On the day of audition, it was after my presentation so i dressed formally. So this was what happened.
Auditioner: Wah, welcome, take a sit and fill in the form.
Auditionee (me) : Okay
Auditioner: (Looks at me from head to toe) So, how old are you?
Before I could answer, the Auditioner says.....
Auditioner:" The role of the oldest brother has been filled up. I see what other roles I can let you audition for."
Me : (Momentarily stunned) But I'm.....
Audtioner: Here. (Throws the booklet of words at me) Read this part.
Me : (Finishing my last sentence) 19.
Auditioner: (Takes out a spectacles and then scans me again, this time taking a more scrutinised look) Are you sure you're 19 ?
Me : (Cursing under my breath) Yes, I'm pretty sure i'm 19.
Auditioner: Oh. Anway just read that part.
From the point on, I knew i had no role to play in this movie. Not that i'm seeking the glamour of the limelight but for me, if you haven't tasted it, try it. You are only young once.
I didn't know that you expired at 18. I haven't even experience life yet and there she threw me back on the pavement. The Movie industry is tough indeed. Well, at least i tried to make an effort. So no matter what age you are, give something a try. You don't want to be six feet under thinking that you failed to bungee jump, kill a cockroach or stab a casting director with a penknife in the back.
Thats all I have for today. I will do something useful now. That is if i can find any.
- Benjamin
Saturday, October 25, 2003
Resolutions
Today is October 25th.
The very first day of my school holidays. My last post was in the first week of September. You can see how busy I was from the time lapse that i don't update my blogs.
Many things have happened. Where should I start .....
Well first and foremost, I'm relieved from my scholarly duties. Thus, no more mind-numbing deadlines to catch. Come to think of it, I liked the thrill of deadlines. Being a systematic and synchronic person as defined by the horscope of Virgo (i'll reveal more details at another date), I always like to know that I owned a purpose in life, like doing things to know my exsistence in life like being "useful". Other than that, if i don't feel needed, I might well be an expired tuna can.
Sex and the City. Not as though as i'm getting any action but during these stressful weeks, the only thing relaxing was watching Sex and the City. (Not that i find blogging stressful, i just find it an arena for me to churn my creative juices). Singapore banned Sex and the City because it portrays women in a very chauvanistic manner, un-characteristic in the Asian culture. What i feel though was that it was the truth, the mind-provoking truth that are faced by Women everywhere in the world of their thoughts of relationships, career and family although it varies on certain degrees in different contexts of course.
Amongst all that work and "sex", i did do something extraordinary. I joined a school theatre production and acted as a role of a lawyer advocating that Singlish was perfectly okay. Well, why I find this task extraordinary is my workload as a third year student. Students already have problems facing deadlines and understanding concepts like database marketing in Customer Relationship Management or cultural imperialism on South-east Asia in Media in Asia. I on the other hand like to add more load to my work load by having my evenings taken up by rehearsals. All wells that ends well as my play was rather successful. As quoted from one critic: " I find it really really good. And that fact that I'm an avid arts person." Not that i'm praising myself that I'm a good actor but if you don't give yourself confidence in whatever you are doing. Who will ? (To note, all other actors and have actresses equally put in al ot of hard work and determination and I appluad that for them too.)
It is the beginning of a new semester for me. The holiday semester. A countdown of 71 days of holidays to spent. I don't intend to get a job. Actually I do, everyone needs money and me likewise but still, everyone i know of is going for an internship programme whereas i intend to concentrate on other things like preparing myself to be a national slave for 2.5 years. I dont want to exhaust an additional 3 months of extra basic military training if i dont have to so i would rather spent these 2 months now at my own relaxation to train up.
I hear disgust in your voice. The Benjamin that you know of is scrawny, lazy and repulsive. It would take an elephant to lift him from whatever he is doing to start himself off on any exercise training programme much less "work". I don't intend to have an exercise training programme but I intend to do something, i have 1 week to plan. Give me some time to plan. I'll get back to you on this.
As I was whining to my mother just now, it is the first day of the holidays but i'm already bored. I handed up my last assignment of the semester at 11 am today and after that, it went all downhill. Had my lunch, headed home, played computer games until i was extremely bored, went online to meet friends but apparently all my frens dissappeared to do something interesting unlike me. I wanted to play mahjong in the afternoon and i garned ZERO replies. (Actually i did, i got one of my friendss but she withdrew 10 minutes after agreeing to play. Humph, of all nerve!!!)
What do i intend to do for the rest of these 71 days ? Hmmm, this is what i have planned tentatively in my mind. First priority is to train for the hard work as a national slave. Second priority is to build my portfolio. I have signed myself for a Video Studio production workshop in school for 2 days and I have tied myself in leading a group of year 2 students to produce a 4 and half minute corporate video to promote courses of School of Business.
The lecturers who "roped" me in said it was gonna be tough work considering the year 2 students do not know how to use the Video cameras. On the other hand, i thought i had problems using the Video cameras much less that i had to impart my un-knowledge to students. I know how to use a video camera, EVERYONE does. It is how you use it. I don't profess to being an expert but I know a trick or two about video cameras that is worth my trade.
I'm re-learning a few design programmes this semester to keep myself updated. Photoshop, Pagemaker and Premeire. Basic design programmes that i have already learned but I need to know more tricks. I'm learning more programmes though like Freehand, AfterFX and Flash and hopefully, this holiday semester is the most productive in terms of skill level for all the holidays I have been having. And if i don't happen to learn all of them, I could at least said i tied = P
Well, I've blogged alot and now, it's time to take a break. I'll tell you more how I intend to build up my writing portfolio another time.
Also, i intend to make this blog a semi-boring, semi-slice of life blog. Hope readers have not taken to falling asleep yet, lol.
Benjamin
Today is October 25th.
The very first day of my school holidays. My last post was in the first week of September. You can see how busy I was from the time lapse that i don't update my blogs.
Many things have happened. Where should I start .....
Well first and foremost, I'm relieved from my scholarly duties. Thus, no more mind-numbing deadlines to catch. Come to think of it, I liked the thrill of deadlines. Being a systematic and synchronic person as defined by the horscope of Virgo (i'll reveal more details at another date), I always like to know that I owned a purpose in life, like doing things to know my exsistence in life like being "useful". Other than that, if i don't feel needed, I might well be an expired tuna can.
Sex and the City. Not as though as i'm getting any action but during these stressful weeks, the only thing relaxing was watching Sex and the City. (Not that i find blogging stressful, i just find it an arena for me to churn my creative juices). Singapore banned Sex and the City because it portrays women in a very chauvanistic manner, un-characteristic in the Asian culture. What i feel though was that it was the truth, the mind-provoking truth that are faced by Women everywhere in the world of their thoughts of relationships, career and family although it varies on certain degrees in different contexts of course.
Amongst all that work and "sex", i did do something extraordinary. I joined a school theatre production and acted as a role of a lawyer advocating that Singlish was perfectly okay. Well, why I find this task extraordinary is my workload as a third year student. Students already have problems facing deadlines and understanding concepts like database marketing in Customer Relationship Management or cultural imperialism on South-east Asia in Media in Asia. I on the other hand like to add more load to my work load by having my evenings taken up by rehearsals. All wells that ends well as my play was rather successful. As quoted from one critic: " I find it really really good. And that fact that I'm an avid arts person." Not that i'm praising myself that I'm a good actor but if you don't give yourself confidence in whatever you are doing. Who will ? (To note, all other actors and have actresses equally put in al ot of hard work and determination and I appluad that for them too.)
It is the beginning of a new semester for me. The holiday semester. A countdown of 71 days of holidays to spent. I don't intend to get a job. Actually I do, everyone needs money and me likewise but still, everyone i know of is going for an internship programme whereas i intend to concentrate on other things like preparing myself to be a national slave for 2.5 years. I dont want to exhaust an additional 3 months of extra basic military training if i dont have to so i would rather spent these 2 months now at my own relaxation to train up.
I hear disgust in your voice. The Benjamin that you know of is scrawny, lazy and repulsive. It would take an elephant to lift him from whatever he is doing to start himself off on any exercise training programme much less "work". I don't intend to have an exercise training programme but I intend to do something, i have 1 week to plan. Give me some time to plan. I'll get back to you on this.
As I was whining to my mother just now, it is the first day of the holidays but i'm already bored. I handed up my last assignment of the semester at 11 am today and after that, it went all downhill. Had my lunch, headed home, played computer games until i was extremely bored, went online to meet friends but apparently all my frens dissappeared to do something interesting unlike me. I wanted to play mahjong in the afternoon and i garned ZERO replies. (Actually i did, i got one of my friendss but she withdrew 10 minutes after agreeing to play. Humph, of all nerve!!!)
What do i intend to do for the rest of these 71 days ? Hmmm, this is what i have planned tentatively in my mind. First priority is to train for the hard work as a national slave. Second priority is to build my portfolio. I have signed myself for a Video Studio production workshop in school for 2 days and I have tied myself in leading a group of year 2 students to produce a 4 and half minute corporate video to promote courses of School of Business.
The lecturers who "roped" me in said it was gonna be tough work considering the year 2 students do not know how to use the Video cameras. On the other hand, i thought i had problems using the Video cameras much less that i had to impart my un-knowledge to students. I know how to use a video camera, EVERYONE does. It is how you use it. I don't profess to being an expert but I know a trick or two about video cameras that is worth my trade.
I'm re-learning a few design programmes this semester to keep myself updated. Photoshop, Pagemaker and Premeire. Basic design programmes that i have already learned but I need to know more tricks. I'm learning more programmes though like Freehand, AfterFX and Flash and hopefully, this holiday semester is the most productive in terms of skill level for all the holidays I have been having. And if i don't happen to learn all of them, I could at least said i tied = P
Well, I've blogged alot and now, it's time to take a break. I'll tell you more how I intend to build up my writing portfolio another time.
Also, i intend to make this blog a semi-boring, semi-slice of life blog. Hope readers have not taken to falling asleep yet, lol.
Benjamin
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