Dates
I think it is time for me to develop my love life.
I can ascertain some things though. Some things are just not meant to be forced, if there is no chemistry from someone I met online, chat online, or happen to accidentally bump online. If it is not meant to be, it is not meant to be. At least I know that I have made a valiant effort to try to connect with people if all things fail to evolve.
To answer my question of what I want in a date, is for someone to be herself. The whole package of a personality that has the potential to progress to a persevering partnership. By reflecting their true personality, at least we are truthful to ourselves and if no chemistry bubbles, then leave it, don't force an equation that will end up in disaster.
Is that asking too much for someone to be themselves?
If you're really an ugly person inside, the bitchy type, the clingy type, the virgin type, then let it show. I have my own personal preference of course but then again, I view situation from an overall perspective and accept a person for who she is, as it turns out, I might like your aggressive bitchy tendencies. Who knows ?
I just do have one slight preference though. It might sound demanding but at least I know what I want from someone.
I wish that she would be able to conduct intellectual chat with me.
Yup, not those conversations that discusses the GDP of Singapore or alternate life in the solar systems but conversations that make sense. Like the movie, Mona Lisa Smile, an inspirational movie with the theme of feminism. We could chatter on light stuff like their acting and the cinematography or have a deeper scope like feminism in Singapore, stuff like that. That would be an ideal scenario that I use as an example of course. Chemistry is more important of course.
Am I picky? Maybe. But it is my life after all, and I need to know and choose who I want to spent of my next 50 years with. So do you too! If you can't click with my personality or cannot see eye to eye, then I wish you best wishes on finding your life partner. After all, your life is the only thing that you are in control of life.
- Benjamin
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
Monday, December 29, 2003
Tragedy
The world just had to do this to me. My daily amusement of my dear friend "Xiaxue" is gone from the blogging world.
She is so talented. It's unbelivable. She possess great humour and writing skills.
Yet, she is condemned by a certain group of people who was not able to swallow down her type of antidote.
This group of people are depiscable as they flame her, critique her and even insulted her.
All she did was be honest, phrase her daily life in a humourous manner and sees the light side of life.
But no no no. These people had to hate her. They wrote in forums to publicly insult her stupidity and her naiveness.
Puhlez! She has better things to do but yet, she makes a conscious effort to allow everyone to see the light side of her life.
If you don't like it, then click the X on the top right corner of the window. Nobody is forcing you to read it anyway.
And then you argue, the internet is a free domain and yes, you can do what you please. Hack her, flame her, spam her. Whatever. But she is entitled to her OWN freedom of speech to and damn you assholes who do not want her to give her that basic human right that everyone has.
Well, the tragedy here is that Xiaxue has closed down her blog. However, the good news is that she is going to have a private blog to allow her good friends to see. This is a lost cause here. The internet has lost a good blogger. A person who shared her funny personality to cure us from a bad day.
This is her parting message. Xiaxue's last public breath
Xiaxue aka Yan yan, if you're reading this, take heart that there are people by your side who will always support you no matter what you do. I'm one of them.
- Benjamin
The world just had to do this to me. My daily amusement of my dear friend "Xiaxue" is gone from the blogging world.
She is so talented. It's unbelivable. She possess great humour and writing skills.
Yet, she is condemned by a certain group of people who was not able to swallow down her type of antidote.
This group of people are depiscable as they flame her, critique her and even insulted her.
All she did was be honest, phrase her daily life in a humourous manner and sees the light side of life.
But no no no. These people had to hate her. They wrote in forums to publicly insult her stupidity and her naiveness.
Puhlez! She has better things to do but yet, she makes a conscious effort to allow everyone to see the light side of her life.
If you don't like it, then click the X on the top right corner of the window. Nobody is forcing you to read it anyway.
And then you argue, the internet is a free domain and yes, you can do what you please. Hack her, flame her, spam her. Whatever. But she is entitled to her OWN freedom of speech to and damn you assholes who do not want her to give her that basic human right that everyone has.
Well, the tragedy here is that Xiaxue has closed down her blog. However, the good news is that she is going to have a private blog to allow her good friends to see. This is a lost cause here. The internet has lost a good blogger. A person who shared her funny personality to cure us from a bad day.
This is her parting message. Xiaxue's last public breath
Xiaxue aka Yan yan, if you're reading this, take heart that there are people by your side who will always support you no matter what you do. I'm one of them.
- Benjamin
Evolution
It took me 4 hours to revamp this.
Yessire, the need for change is evident from the previous webby that looks too yellow. I personally like the colour orange and hence, a tangy colour but it seems nobody appreciates that vibrant colour, giving me "bright" complaints.
Hence, i opt for my secondary colour. Blue. Using my lacklustre photoshop skills, I have done up a banner featuring my toothy grin and the groovy fonts. All that said and done, i'm proud of my accomplishment although any html freak can exclaim this was a piece of cake, it took loads of trial and error before I could get it done. Back to my dronings about daily life.
I have been wanting to write about this for a long time, I just never got about writing it. That is until now. I have been scraping the surface of this issue but now, I feel it is time to get downright dirty with this issue. My lovelife. To those who don't wish to read this entry, turn onto Channel 5 and see Brothers 4 and puke at their hilarity or you can choose to puke at my whinings about love here. To those who wish to continue reading this entry, please refrain from throwing up. I need your support, not vomit.
When I was back in secondary school, I was a flirt. I could chat, yak, gabber and amuse gals with the flick of my tongue. I have the gift of the gab. Be it introverts, ah lians, the untouchables, the goody-two-shoes or the cool chicks, I always have the ability to chat up with them. Least to say, that is not happening now.
Graduating from there, I entered a new phase of my life, the polytechnic. I had a bet with my 3 close secondary school mates who all went to junior college that each one of us will end up having a girlfriend. I was the most eligible then in terms of what girls were looking for then and as it seems, chances were high when I got accepted in School of Business, renown for their beautiful babes.
WRONG ! It seems out of us 4, I was the last to get hitch. I approached 2 gals during my current 2.5 years there and I got downright rejected because the girl felt we had a "compatatbility issue". They were right somehow, chemistry is the most important thing in a relationship and I also felt similarly that we didn't share a strong one.
Technically, I have 2 more months left in my school as I will be having my 4 month attachment from March. To simply lay out the issue, I will then be serving my national service for the next 2.5 years. I foresee me leading a very lonely life ahead.
Now, you all must be thinking the issue that im churning about is on my lovelife.
WRONG AGAIN! The issue here is why can't being single be a good thing?
With me not being emotionally tied down, I was able to accomplish many stuff. Like my CCAs and projects that I excel in. That came at the expense of not having a loved one but the primary purpose of going to school is to get an education, which I did !
Being single is practically a crime when you are nearing 40. It is also a crime that if you stick yourself with couples that are lovey-dovey. You see, with their feeding-one-another, show-of-affection and little-secret-chatter, you can only sit there and gap at what is happening around you, grasping nothing from the conversation. I don't hate all my attached friends but sometimes, it is just downright degrading when they throw you options like "XXXXXX can be your girlfriend you know."
To put it simply, i will let fate create its decisions for me. Be it impulse or bubbling chemistry, I will make the approach when I see fit even though I know my rate of success isn't high. At least I know I tried. For now, I'm happy to remain single and you can sue me if I slap any couples who are trying to grope one another when I so happen not to look at their direction. Until then, I am still looking for my significant other and will hope that the winds of fate will blow in my direction.
- Benjamin
"Life is not a box of chocolates. There aren't much choices in life anyway."
It took me 4 hours to revamp this.
Yessire, the need for change is evident from the previous webby that looks too yellow. I personally like the colour orange and hence, a tangy colour but it seems nobody appreciates that vibrant colour, giving me "bright" complaints.
Hence, i opt for my secondary colour. Blue. Using my lacklustre photoshop skills, I have done up a banner featuring my toothy grin and the groovy fonts. All that said and done, i'm proud of my accomplishment although any html freak can exclaim this was a piece of cake, it took loads of trial and error before I could get it done. Back to my dronings about daily life.
I have been wanting to write about this for a long time, I just never got about writing it. That is until now. I have been scraping the surface of this issue but now, I feel it is time to get downright dirty with this issue. My lovelife. To those who don't wish to read this entry, turn onto Channel 5 and see Brothers 4 and puke at their hilarity or you can choose to puke at my whinings about love here. To those who wish to continue reading this entry, please refrain from throwing up. I need your support, not vomit.
When I was back in secondary school, I was a flirt. I could chat, yak, gabber and amuse gals with the flick of my tongue. I have the gift of the gab. Be it introverts, ah lians, the untouchables, the goody-two-shoes or the cool chicks, I always have the ability to chat up with them. Least to say, that is not happening now.
Graduating from there, I entered a new phase of my life, the polytechnic. I had a bet with my 3 close secondary school mates who all went to junior college that each one of us will end up having a girlfriend. I was the most eligible then in terms of what girls were looking for then and as it seems, chances were high when I got accepted in School of Business, renown for their beautiful babes.
WRONG ! It seems out of us 4, I was the last to get hitch. I approached 2 gals during my current 2.5 years there and I got downright rejected because the girl felt we had a "compatatbility issue". They were right somehow, chemistry is the most important thing in a relationship and I also felt similarly that we didn't share a strong one.
Technically, I have 2 more months left in my school as I will be having my 4 month attachment from March. To simply lay out the issue, I will then be serving my national service for the next 2.5 years. I foresee me leading a very lonely life ahead.
Now, you all must be thinking the issue that im churning about is on my lovelife.
WRONG AGAIN! The issue here is why can't being single be a good thing?
With me not being emotionally tied down, I was able to accomplish many stuff. Like my CCAs and projects that I excel in. That came at the expense of not having a loved one but the primary purpose of going to school is to get an education, which I did !
Being single is practically a crime when you are nearing 40. It is also a crime that if you stick yourself with couples that are lovey-dovey. You see, with their feeding-one-another, show-of-affection and little-secret-chatter, you can only sit there and gap at what is happening around you, grasping nothing from the conversation. I don't hate all my attached friends but sometimes, it is just downright degrading when they throw you options like "XXXXXX can be your girlfriend you know."
To put it simply, i will let fate create its decisions for me. Be it impulse or bubbling chemistry, I will make the approach when I see fit even though I know my rate of success isn't high. At least I know I tried. For now, I'm happy to remain single and you can sue me if I slap any couples who are trying to grope one another when I so happen not to look at their direction. Until then, I am still looking for my significant other and will hope that the winds of fate will blow in my direction.
- Benjamin
"Life is not a box of chocolates. There aren't much choices in life anyway."
Friday, December 26, 2003
Frenzy
Something really bad happened today.
My laptop almost joined a heap of junk. Yup, I spilled a small drop of water from the cup I was drinking and kaboom !, the screen gave me a bare look of barely 5 seconds. 3 blinks and poof ! It waved me goodbye with a black screen that loomed over the stunned look on my face.
It was a mad scramble after that. The tissues and the harried fussing over where the water spots dripped to. When all seemed well, I pressed the power button. It greeted me with no fuss, but what preceeded after that brought me to my knees. It wouldn't start at all.
That one hour was like hell. My life depended clung onto the oxygen as well as my laptops' intake of electrodes. No internet, no life, no me, no more blog. I had two options. I took the immediate one. The screwdriver kit.
I'm no mechanic thats for sure. But somehow somewhere inside of me wanted to dry up the bloody mess I created due to pure carelessness and off I went unscrewing the 17 screws off my laptop. Yeah, yeah stupid me. I should have left it to the professionals. After I unscrewed everything, the lid refuses to come off. I could use force to unhinge the back cover. I restraint myself. And i screwed everything back. I didn't want to screw the software AND the hardware in less than an hour.
And so, I press the power button back again. A miracle ensues, the Windows XP screen greeted me. I wiped sweat off my brow. I waited in reeked anticipation for my login screen. Screen blinks again. Voila ! It works !!! It's alive , it's alive!!!
Now, the calamity wasn't over yet. I had to type in my password. 5 simple words. I knew my keyboard on my laptop was screwed somehow. It was indeed. I couldn't type in my password. The liquid had seeped into the keyboard circuit, most likely screwing itself over the wonderful keys. I restrained myself hitting my head on the wall.
Another miracle happened though. Luckily, my password was entered, I manage to get to the desktop interface. First thing I did, went to Microsoft Word to type out what wasn't working. I calculated a total of 10 keys that weren't working. I knew i was so screwed.
I went to the acer website to salvage whatever information i could gather. The thing was, I couldnt type out the URL because some alphabets were keys that I couldnt type. Like an ancient typewriter, I copied and paste each alphabet that wasn't working. The doom I faced just felt like a vortex.
The vortex vanished like evaporation. As time trickles, keys started working again and the whole system looks like it is pretty normal. I'm now contemplating whether I should go to Jurong and use my warranty or save the trip. Still thinking though.
This whole incident taught me a big lesson. It is the small things in life that we don't appreciate that we end up in the end moaning about. I have a laptop and I use it lazily on my bed. I do practically everything on my bed except my baths, excretions and disposal of waste. Having lunch on the bed while surfing the internet IS definently not a good idea. I'm making a few changes to this bed-everything policy. No more doing anything toxic or radioactive near the laptop. Unless you enjoy a day like me where you feel like screwing something or screwing yourself.
- Benjamin
Something really bad happened today.
My laptop almost joined a heap of junk. Yup, I spilled a small drop of water from the cup I was drinking and kaboom !, the screen gave me a bare look of barely 5 seconds. 3 blinks and poof ! It waved me goodbye with a black screen that loomed over the stunned look on my face.
It was a mad scramble after that. The tissues and the harried fussing over where the water spots dripped to. When all seemed well, I pressed the power button. It greeted me with no fuss, but what preceeded after that brought me to my knees. It wouldn't start at all.
That one hour was like hell. My life depended clung onto the oxygen as well as my laptops' intake of electrodes. No internet, no life, no me, no more blog. I had two options. I took the immediate one. The screwdriver kit.
I'm no mechanic thats for sure. But somehow somewhere inside of me wanted to dry up the bloody mess I created due to pure carelessness and off I went unscrewing the 17 screws off my laptop. Yeah, yeah stupid me. I should have left it to the professionals. After I unscrewed everything, the lid refuses to come off. I could use force to unhinge the back cover. I restraint myself. And i screwed everything back. I didn't want to screw the software AND the hardware in less than an hour.
And so, I press the power button back again. A miracle ensues, the Windows XP screen greeted me. I wiped sweat off my brow. I waited in reeked anticipation for my login screen. Screen blinks again. Voila ! It works !!! It's alive , it's alive!!!
Now, the calamity wasn't over yet. I had to type in my password. 5 simple words. I knew my keyboard on my laptop was screwed somehow. It was indeed. I couldn't type in my password. The liquid had seeped into the keyboard circuit, most likely screwing itself over the wonderful keys. I restrained myself hitting my head on the wall.
Another miracle happened though. Luckily, my password was entered, I manage to get to the desktop interface. First thing I did, went to Microsoft Word to type out what wasn't working. I calculated a total of 10 keys that weren't working. I knew i was so screwed.
I went to the acer website to salvage whatever information i could gather. The thing was, I couldnt type out the URL because some alphabets were keys that I couldnt type. Like an ancient typewriter, I copied and paste each alphabet that wasn't working. The doom I faced just felt like a vortex.
The vortex vanished like evaporation. As time trickles, keys started working again and the whole system looks like it is pretty normal. I'm now contemplating whether I should go to Jurong and use my warranty or save the trip. Still thinking though.
This whole incident taught me a big lesson. It is the small things in life that we don't appreciate that we end up in the end moaning about. I have a laptop and I use it lazily on my bed. I do practically everything on my bed except my baths, excretions and disposal of waste. Having lunch on the bed while surfing the internet IS definently not a good idea. I'm making a few changes to this bed-everything policy. No more doing anything toxic or radioactive near the laptop. Unless you enjoy a day like me where you feel like screwing something or screwing yourself.
- Benjamin
Thursday, December 25, 2003
Benevolence
Arrgghhh, i wrote a long post and blogger did not register it. Re-writing it miserably again now in the wee hours of Christmas.
Christmas season. I don't give a hoot. A season to be joyful, a season filled with glee. My response. Bah humbug!
All I can say is that Christmas is a great marketing ploy conjured up by some 1960s salesmen in America who were thinking of a reason on how to increase better sales in their snow plower and candy canes. What they didnt realize that 40 years down the road, they gave reason for people to buy junk for other people they loved, on the road at ridiculous prices.
In Christmas there are essentially 2 type of people, the giver and the receiver.
The giver is the person who is very deluded. They believe that they can wash away their sins of what they did to people by amending their relationships with bar soaps, awful dark chocolate and useless ornaments in exchange for forgivenance. They are suckers to advertisements and have loads of experience lining up at gift wrapping service counters so they scringe from spending more effort by asking strangers to have the honour of wrapping gifts on their behalf. The giver is also a loyal member of their credit card company as they love accumulating interest so that they can lie in a pile of debt every chrisstmas.
The receiever aka me, is the person who is a realist. They believe that Christmas is bullshit. That is why they don't have many friends or have much of a religion. They have this ideology of the action of giving presents can be done any single period of the year and must not wait until the end of the year to suddenly splurge on gifts at jacked up prices. They put more sincerity when they give out presents (any time of the year) as they put much thought in the gift. They would choose the gift carefully instead of charging to the departmental store special section of festive gifts.
Of course there are many type of genres, but im only describing two here. The giver is like a sheep among packs of a million sheeps. If people start giving gifts, they would also have to start giving gifts or they will have irrepressable guilt that they have live through the next 364 days. Hence, everyone is sucked into the vortex of the season to give. Sigh, its a horrid consumer world out there.
On a side note, I went to watch Mona Lisa's Smile. A great chick movie. Not that i enjoy the fact it is a great chick flick but the very fact that it had a strong cast of Julia Roberts, Julia Stilles, Kirsten Dunst to name a few who were E-X-C-E-L-L-E-N-T. Furthermore, a believable movie plot which was not predictable with few twists and turns that made the whole movie enjoyable. I'm more of a SNAG than a typical caveman so i really enjoyed the movie. The other 4 pals of me who were the typical "You Jane, Me Tarzan, I go fetch banana, you clean banana" chauvanists blamed me for recommending such a show to them. Hell to them, I love Julia Roberts. She is just FANTASTIC !!!
After the movie, it was like 11 pm. Decemeber 25th will hit a bumper in about an hour. As we parked our car at Borders and the movie was at Cathay Cineleisure, there was quite a distance to cover and a humongous crowd to conquer. Yup, you heard me right. The pavement was congested with families, more families, and families who brought along other families. Amongst them, there was the fake snow party can sprayers (FSPCS). They were the irritants of the crowd.
Theses FSPCS were just party people who were high on fake snow. They just kept spraying it to people. To hit on some hot chick or just to make someone blind, they love twitching that button to spray loads of fake snow onto innocent pedestrains (me) making their way back safely. The foam created from these FSPCS made the whole entire Orchard Road dirty with litter spraycans and the gooey stuff that dried up after the fake snow cringe after usage. It was havoc out there. I'm glad to have lived to tell the story. At least i know where to NOT go next year.
After the great Mona Lisa and the horrendous Crowda Shita, we visited Pros Vista. Yup, the holy grail of prostitutes, Geylang. Yup, it was just some cheap thrill of young teenagers just to watch prostitues up close in person on Christmas Day. Yes, it is THAT cheap. We practically circled or the streets (Lorongs) and sad to say, I only saw like 2 or 3 peddling for business. It seems that either prostitutes are in the festive mood and are part of the FSPCS contingent or that business was so good that we see so many queues outside those red-lantered houses. Anyway, all I say was bunch of lechers that were old men or Bangla workers checking the scene like us, having their own cheap thrill.
All said and done, it has been a great Christams Eve, I wish for the spirit of sharing and giving to be spread throughout the year and not only until the end of this week.
Bless you all with good wishes,
Benjamin
Arrgghhh, i wrote a long post and blogger did not register it. Re-writing it miserably again now in the wee hours of Christmas.
Christmas season. I don't give a hoot. A season to be joyful, a season filled with glee. My response. Bah humbug!
All I can say is that Christmas is a great marketing ploy conjured up by some 1960s salesmen in America who were thinking of a reason on how to increase better sales in their snow plower and candy canes. What they didnt realize that 40 years down the road, they gave reason for people to buy junk for other people they loved, on the road at ridiculous prices.
In Christmas there are essentially 2 type of people, the giver and the receiver.
The giver is the person who is very deluded. They believe that they can wash away their sins of what they did to people by amending their relationships with bar soaps, awful dark chocolate and useless ornaments in exchange for forgivenance. They are suckers to advertisements and have loads of experience lining up at gift wrapping service counters so they scringe from spending more effort by asking strangers to have the honour of wrapping gifts on their behalf. The giver is also a loyal member of their credit card company as they love accumulating interest so that they can lie in a pile of debt every chrisstmas.
The receiever aka me, is the person who is a realist. They believe that Christmas is bullshit. That is why they don't have many friends or have much of a religion. They have this ideology of the action of giving presents can be done any single period of the year and must not wait until the end of the year to suddenly splurge on gifts at jacked up prices. They put more sincerity when they give out presents (any time of the year) as they put much thought in the gift. They would choose the gift carefully instead of charging to the departmental store special section of festive gifts.
Of course there are many type of genres, but im only describing two here. The giver is like a sheep among packs of a million sheeps. If people start giving gifts, they would also have to start giving gifts or they will have irrepressable guilt that they have live through the next 364 days. Hence, everyone is sucked into the vortex of the season to give. Sigh, its a horrid consumer world out there.
On a side note, I went to watch Mona Lisa's Smile. A great chick movie. Not that i enjoy the fact it is a great chick flick but the very fact that it had a strong cast of Julia Roberts, Julia Stilles, Kirsten Dunst to name a few who were E-X-C-E-L-L-E-N-T. Furthermore, a believable movie plot which was not predictable with few twists and turns that made the whole movie enjoyable. I'm more of a SNAG than a typical caveman so i really enjoyed the movie. The other 4 pals of me who were the typical "You Jane, Me Tarzan, I go fetch banana, you clean banana" chauvanists blamed me for recommending such a show to them. Hell to them, I love Julia Roberts. She is just FANTASTIC !!!
After the movie, it was like 11 pm. Decemeber 25th will hit a bumper in about an hour. As we parked our car at Borders and the movie was at Cathay Cineleisure, there was quite a distance to cover and a humongous crowd to conquer. Yup, you heard me right. The pavement was congested with families, more families, and families who brought along other families. Amongst them, there was the fake snow party can sprayers (FSPCS). They were the irritants of the crowd.
Theses FSPCS were just party people who were high on fake snow. They just kept spraying it to people. To hit on some hot chick or just to make someone blind, they love twitching that button to spray loads of fake snow onto innocent pedestrains (me) making their way back safely. The foam created from these FSPCS made the whole entire Orchard Road dirty with litter spraycans and the gooey stuff that dried up after the fake snow cringe after usage. It was havoc out there. I'm glad to have lived to tell the story. At least i know where to NOT go next year.
After the great Mona Lisa and the horrendous Crowda Shita, we visited Pros Vista. Yup, the holy grail of prostitutes, Geylang. Yup, it was just some cheap thrill of young teenagers just to watch prostitues up close in person on Christmas Day. Yes, it is THAT cheap. We practically circled or the streets (Lorongs) and sad to say, I only saw like 2 or 3 peddling for business. It seems that either prostitutes are in the festive mood and are part of the FSPCS contingent or that business was so good that we see so many queues outside those red-lantered houses. Anyway, all I say was bunch of lechers that were old men or Bangla workers checking the scene like us, having their own cheap thrill.
All said and done, it has been a great Christams Eve, I wish for the spirit of sharing and giving to be spread throughout the year and not only until the end of this week.
Bless you all with good wishes,
Benjamin
Saturday, December 20, 2003
Brainwash
Went for my medical check-up today.
I never really had the passion to enter national slavery. After today, that mindset has changed.
I didn't had a choice between the red pill or the blue pill but while I was awaiting for a grown man to pull my shorts down to see if my penis was in working order, I awaited while watching a video detailing the whole procedure of Basic military training.
Simply put, I was impressed. In reality, I was motivated. Some part of that motivation is to protect my homeland, another part of it is that it looks so impressive. Yes, i'm THAT easily dissuaded. I was brainwashed to tell you the truth and the fact is, I like the truth.
Now, I can only hope that people with lazy eyes can get selected to be combat fit. Every part of my limbs and fibre are raring to go. I have heard that recruits with lazy eyes end up behind desks. I can only hope, pray, and see that my lazy eye isn't that much of a slacker when it comes down to the gauntlet.
On another side note, I went to watch the final installment of the trilogy, Lord of the Rings. I never watch the first 2 shows and it was manical that I watched the last chapter. It is like bungee jumping but you only feel that thrill of your bounce upwards.
Anyway, the cinematography was fabulous. The plot was fantastic. Peter Jackson destroyed the integrity of the show with the ending. Not that i'm a Hobbit fanatic but somehow, the filming of the ending could have been more spiced up professionally, especially how they uesd the fading in transitions. It didn't gel well with the front part of the movie which I would have to give 11 marks out of 5 in terms of editing and camera angles.
On another side note, there is a high possibility that I might get to own a dog. It's not confirmed yet but it might be a Jack Russell. Let's pray for good tidings on less fussiness on my slacking eye, more LOTR films and a Russell that I can finally hug to sleep.
- Ben
Went for my medical check-up today.
I never really had the passion to enter national slavery. After today, that mindset has changed.
I didn't had a choice between the red pill or the blue pill but while I was awaiting for a grown man to pull my shorts down to see if my penis was in working order, I awaited while watching a video detailing the whole procedure of Basic military training.
Simply put, I was impressed. In reality, I was motivated. Some part of that motivation is to protect my homeland, another part of it is that it looks so impressive. Yes, i'm THAT easily dissuaded. I was brainwashed to tell you the truth and the fact is, I like the truth.
Now, I can only hope that people with lazy eyes can get selected to be combat fit. Every part of my limbs and fibre are raring to go. I have heard that recruits with lazy eyes end up behind desks. I can only hope, pray, and see that my lazy eye isn't that much of a slacker when it comes down to the gauntlet.
On another side note, I went to watch the final installment of the trilogy, Lord of the Rings. I never watch the first 2 shows and it was manical that I watched the last chapter. It is like bungee jumping but you only feel that thrill of your bounce upwards.
Anyway, the cinematography was fabulous. The plot was fantastic. Peter Jackson destroyed the integrity of the show with the ending. Not that i'm a Hobbit fanatic but somehow, the filming of the ending could have been more spiced up professionally, especially how they uesd the fading in transitions. It didn't gel well with the front part of the movie which I would have to give 11 marks out of 5 in terms of editing and camera angles.
On another side note, there is a high possibility that I might get to own a dog. It's not confirmed yet but it might be a Jack Russell. Let's pray for good tidings on less fussiness on my slacking eye, more LOTR films and a Russell that I can finally hug to sleep.
- Ben
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Slack
I have been slacking the whole day. Sleeping and playing computer games.
Tommorrow, i need to shift the gear stick and start going 100 km/h. All this slacking is not good for my health. Period.
I know i promised a photo of my new hairstyle. But, feedback from many people says it is still relatively the same. My hairstylist said if it grows longer, it will look nicer. So, i'll take a photo of it and post it another time when the army boy becomes nice-hairy boy.
Okay, my mumblings today is extermly boring. I blame the harmful slacking that has got over my head.
Another time then,
Ben
I have been slacking the whole day. Sleeping and playing computer games.
Tommorrow, i need to shift the gear stick and start going 100 km/h. All this slacking is not good for my health. Period.
I know i promised a photo of my new hairstyle. But, feedback from many people says it is still relatively the same. My hairstylist said if it grows longer, it will look nicer. So, i'll take a photo of it and post it another time when the army boy becomes nice-hairy boy.
Okay, my mumblings today is extermly boring. I blame the harmful slacking that has got over my head.
Another time then,
Ben
Sunday, December 14, 2003
Bloated
I have a new hair cut. = )
I look like an army boy. Period. Aka half david beckham, half cockerel.
What inspired me to cut my hair was my laziness to gel my hair everytime I go to school to edit the clips.
Most of the time, I wear a cap. If i wear my cap too much, my brain cells won't have much oxygen to generate intelligence and hence, my reluctance to wear a cap everyday to cover my ill-lazily-styled-hair.
Voila ! New hairdo. I promise to post up pics of my new hairdo. Bite me. I'm narcissitic.
Topic of the day: Buffet
One of the top ten favourite words of Singaporeans. One mention of the word "buffet" would perk up anyone's day from slacker mode to ready to cut queue mode.
I went to a buffet dinner today at Koshin-Bo. Not for the faint-walleted. For the 5 of us, we chalked up a bill of S$170, that is like $34 per person.
Anyway, although Koshin-Bo was a rather civilized place where the prim and proper had their Japanese cuisine, there was still much shoving around during the peak period that I went.
I am guilty of it too as my first order consisted of Teriyaki Udon, 4 unagi sushi, 2 tako sushi, 4 "satay sticks" and 1 sprite. That was just the appetiser. I tore through the buffet menu. I was simply ferocious.
Well, that is not as compared to the neighbours who sat next to me as they were equally munching, and not even taking a moment to swallow.
Our Singaporean culture is to never lose out to the other. That means beat the rest. Do better than what others do. Convert that to buffet language, the etiquette is to pile or order as much as you can, and then eat every single thing until your stomach explodes.
My stomach was bloated as I left but come to think of it, was it money well spent? I mean come on, the meal was so expensive, I deserve my consumer right to order as much as I want !!!
Kiasu or not. Hungry or not. I'm entitled to my money's worth.
Anyone up for another buffet ?
I have a new hair cut. = )
I look like an army boy. Period. Aka half david beckham, half cockerel.
What inspired me to cut my hair was my laziness to gel my hair everytime I go to school to edit the clips.
Most of the time, I wear a cap. If i wear my cap too much, my brain cells won't have much oxygen to generate intelligence and hence, my reluctance to wear a cap everyday to cover my ill-lazily-styled-hair.
Voila ! New hairdo. I promise to post up pics of my new hairdo. Bite me. I'm narcissitic.
Topic of the day: Buffet
One of the top ten favourite words of Singaporeans. One mention of the word "buffet" would perk up anyone's day from slacker mode to ready to cut queue mode.
I went to a buffet dinner today at Koshin-Bo. Not for the faint-walleted. For the 5 of us, we chalked up a bill of S$170, that is like $34 per person.
Anyway, although Koshin-Bo was a rather civilized place where the prim and proper had their Japanese cuisine, there was still much shoving around during the peak period that I went.
I am guilty of it too as my first order consisted of Teriyaki Udon, 4 unagi sushi, 2 tako sushi, 4 "satay sticks" and 1 sprite. That was just the appetiser. I tore through the buffet menu. I was simply ferocious.
Well, that is not as compared to the neighbours who sat next to me as they were equally munching, and not even taking a moment to swallow.
Our Singaporean culture is to never lose out to the other. That means beat the rest. Do better than what others do. Convert that to buffet language, the etiquette is to pile or order as much as you can, and then eat every single thing until your stomach explodes.
My stomach was bloated as I left but come to think of it, was it money well spent? I mean come on, the meal was so expensive, I deserve my consumer right to order as much as I want !!!
Kiasu or not. Hungry or not. I'm entitled to my money's worth.
Anyone up for another buffet ?
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Bloggers
Currently busy in school right now editing videos.
While i was having a short break, I slowly blended in with a group of Coursemates who were busy gossiping.
The gossip dribbled to how other classmates write their blogs and stuff and that got me thinking.
How many people out there are blogging ? How many people out there only read blogs ?
How many people out there are blogging about other bloggers? How many people out there don't even know what is a blog ?
Well, as I didn't know my coursemates that were gossiping very well, I made a verbal guess on who had a blog and who didn't.
I was absolutely correct with all my 6 guesses.
I have come to a basic theory on how to identify fellow bloggers from the people who refrain to be entrapped in the virtual world and also from the people who only enjoy reading about blogs. Basically, a blogger has reasons for their blog.
A. You are very expressive and has loads to chat and jibber about.
B. You are very conceited and an exhibitionist
C. You are very closeted with your circle of friends and use your blog as means of expression.
Usually you can identify from their body language to distinguish themselves from other bloggers.
Also, if a person is an IT-idiot and is a very busy-with-practically-anything-person, then you also can rule out the possibility of them having a blog too.
Won't it be wonderful if people with blogs meet up? Look at it in this manner. These batch of people are willing to talk about their life, views, opinions and perceptions on certain issues. They are very open in thier views and if we bring these views into the real world, we wouldn't need to second guess through how people feel.
In this way, you know immediately if you have some sort of disgust towards another individual, have some sort of crush with a certain someone or even express irriation over a bugger. A blogger is like an open virtual book, it reflects the soul of their own belief sysem.
If onlt everyone was a blogger in real life, put their feelings out there, have more emotions. The world would then be a more chaotic but brutally honest place to live in. I prefer honesty.
- Benjamin
Currently busy in school right now editing videos.
While i was having a short break, I slowly blended in with a group of Coursemates who were busy gossiping.
The gossip dribbled to how other classmates write their blogs and stuff and that got me thinking.
How many people out there are blogging ? How many people out there only read blogs ?
How many people out there are blogging about other bloggers? How many people out there don't even know what is a blog ?
Well, as I didn't know my coursemates that were gossiping very well, I made a verbal guess on who had a blog and who didn't.
I was absolutely correct with all my 6 guesses.
I have come to a basic theory on how to identify fellow bloggers from the people who refrain to be entrapped in the virtual world and also from the people who only enjoy reading about blogs. Basically, a blogger has reasons for their blog.
A. You are very expressive and has loads to chat and jibber about.
B. You are very conceited and an exhibitionist
C. You are very closeted with your circle of friends and use your blog as means of expression.
Usually you can identify from their body language to distinguish themselves from other bloggers.
Also, if a person is an IT-idiot and is a very busy-with-practically-anything-person, then you also can rule out the possibility of them having a blog too.
Won't it be wonderful if people with blogs meet up? Look at it in this manner. These batch of people are willing to talk about their life, views, opinions and perceptions on certain issues. They are very open in thier views and if we bring these views into the real world, we wouldn't need to second guess through how people feel.
In this way, you know immediately if you have some sort of disgust towards another individual, have some sort of crush with a certain someone or even express irriation over a bugger. A blogger is like an open virtual book, it reflects the soul of their own belief sysem.
If onlt everyone was a blogger in real life, put their feelings out there, have more emotions. The world would then be a more chaotic but brutally honest place to live in. I prefer honesty.
- Benjamin
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Monogamy
I did not intend to blog today. Just before I was about to lay in my coffin, one word caught my eye as I read someone's blog. The word was "monogamous".
For those English-impaired, monogamous as defined by dictionary.com as the condition of being married to only one person at a time or having sexual relations one at a time, (I presume one partner the whole lifetime.)
Now, imagine if the whole world was monogamous. There would be no sex-crazed offences, no prostitutes and no wonderful shows like 'Sex and the City'. Women would be even more picky about the guy they would eventually end up with the whole lifetime as they have to be selective about their climax partner.
This is an insane issue that I'm throwing up here but if defined properly by the Romantic Society, there is only One love out there. The person's true love. So, do i have to scan through the World population of 4 billion profiles before i know where is my true love ? That is then there and there I will have a monogamous relationship.
Going back to the monogamous world, if everyone is only entitled to only one sexual partner, will that make the world a better place ? Let's evaluate together.
The perks are that the gals will NEVER every complain about bad sex or having not climax with their male counterparts during sex. As they only have one experience to speak of, if the partner they choose is a bad hog who lets the women do the work or an aggressive bull humping the whole night long, nobody can really define what is good OR bad sex. In other words, the world is a better place, with less Aunt Aggie column's of "My honeymoon lasted a minute" or "How to fake a climax" articles.
Furthermore, with the rule of One women only, Men can NEVER EVER make anyone else pregnant unless they have chosen "The One". Thus, men will be faithful and divorce rates are likely to stay at 0%. Men will spend less time picking up gals and bringing them home in taxis in the wee morning and will sleep early and get up with more energy to boost productivity.
Are you in support of monogamy ?
This is the downside.
For women, if one can only have one sexual partner, they would be VERY choosy and hence, 30% of the women will end up as lesbians or bachelorettes for life. They spent more time shopping if their husbands are awful in bed and having high credit expenditure which eventually causes bad debt and increase the economy's bankruptcy population. This is because as identified by experts, if women have bad sex or they don't get any at all, they seek other pleasures like Chocolate cake, ice-cream or blow-up dolls. We all know how inflated the prices are as years go by. Back then, one Snickers bar cost $0.70. Now, it is an amazing $1.50.
For men, the downside of having no women to experiement would lead to giving VERY bad sex to the final woman they choose. Initially, they would pump and give it their best shot, as encounters go by in bed, they weaken and lose interest and hence, bad sex. This in turn, leads to the above forementioned effect on women. Also, suicidal rate in the country will peak to a limit as they cannot divorce their women and they have to hear them nagged about the "slug in bed" or "limping kangaroo" insults which would hurt men's ego and cause them to jump down from high-storey buildings, join politics or intake too much viagra and hence, death.
For the economy, it will be a deep decline with our tourism industry taking the biggest cut. A cutback on the Geylang, Bugis, Chinatown and Changi Village income from foreigners is the main reason. Furthermore, there is no need for condom, contraceptive pills or Hotel 81. Besides that, divorce lawyers have to switch their careers to toilet cleaners and dating services and hotlines will cease to exist with little business.
Imagine the world monogamous.
I'm a monogamous person. If I really love someone, I will stick through her thick and thin, till death do us part. Of course, there will be furtive glances at other attractive gals once in a while but I always know that my heart has already been given away. Unless it's broken and then I have to mend it and give it to someone else. Come to think of it, monogamy is a virture worth valuing.
- Ben
P.S. Monogamy has always been linked to conservatism. Call me old-fashioned, call me a stick in the mud. I truly feel loving only one person is giving AND receiving TRUE happiness.
I did not intend to blog today. Just before I was about to lay in my coffin, one word caught my eye as I read someone's blog. The word was "monogamous".
For those English-impaired, monogamous as defined by dictionary.com as the condition of being married to only one person at a time or having sexual relations one at a time, (I presume one partner the whole lifetime.)
Now, imagine if the whole world was monogamous. There would be no sex-crazed offences, no prostitutes and no wonderful shows like 'Sex and the City'. Women would be even more picky about the guy they would eventually end up with the whole lifetime as they have to be selective about their climax partner.
This is an insane issue that I'm throwing up here but if defined properly by the Romantic Society, there is only One love out there. The person's true love. So, do i have to scan through the World population of 4 billion profiles before i know where is my true love ? That is then there and there I will have a monogamous relationship.
Going back to the monogamous world, if everyone is only entitled to only one sexual partner, will that make the world a better place ? Let's evaluate together.
The perks are that the gals will NEVER every complain about bad sex or having not climax with their male counterparts during sex. As they only have one experience to speak of, if the partner they choose is a bad hog who lets the women do the work or an aggressive bull humping the whole night long, nobody can really define what is good OR bad sex. In other words, the world is a better place, with less Aunt Aggie column's of "My honeymoon lasted a minute" or "How to fake a climax" articles.
Furthermore, with the rule of One women only, Men can NEVER EVER make anyone else pregnant unless they have chosen "The One". Thus, men will be faithful and divorce rates are likely to stay at 0%. Men will spend less time picking up gals and bringing them home in taxis in the wee morning and will sleep early and get up with more energy to boost productivity.
Are you in support of monogamy ?
This is the downside.
For women, if one can only have one sexual partner, they would be VERY choosy and hence, 30% of the women will end up as lesbians or bachelorettes for life. They spent more time shopping if their husbands are awful in bed and having high credit expenditure which eventually causes bad debt and increase the economy's bankruptcy population. This is because as identified by experts, if women have bad sex or they don't get any at all, they seek other pleasures like Chocolate cake, ice-cream or blow-up dolls. We all know how inflated the prices are as years go by. Back then, one Snickers bar cost $0.70. Now, it is an amazing $1.50.
For men, the downside of having no women to experiement would lead to giving VERY bad sex to the final woman they choose. Initially, they would pump and give it their best shot, as encounters go by in bed, they weaken and lose interest and hence, bad sex. This in turn, leads to the above forementioned effect on women. Also, suicidal rate in the country will peak to a limit as they cannot divorce their women and they have to hear them nagged about the "slug in bed" or "limping kangaroo" insults which would hurt men's ego and cause them to jump down from high-storey buildings, join politics or intake too much viagra and hence, death.
For the economy, it will be a deep decline with our tourism industry taking the biggest cut. A cutback on the Geylang, Bugis, Chinatown and Changi Village income from foreigners is the main reason. Furthermore, there is no need for condom, contraceptive pills or Hotel 81. Besides that, divorce lawyers have to switch their careers to toilet cleaners and dating services and hotlines will cease to exist with little business.
Imagine the world monogamous.
I'm a monogamous person. If I really love someone, I will stick through her thick and thin, till death do us part. Of course, there will be furtive glances at other attractive gals once in a while but I always know that my heart has already been given away. Unless it's broken and then I have to mend it and give it to someone else. Come to think of it, monogamy is a virture worth valuing.
- Ben
P.S. Monogamy has always been linked to conservatism. Call me old-fashioned, call me a stick in the mud. I truly feel loving only one person is giving AND receiving TRUE happiness.
Sunday, December 07, 2003
Run
I ran at the Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon today.
Waking up in the active hours of an Owl, I was eager to soar through the mini marathon which I signed up with. Let me give you a little background of my athletic incapabilities.
When I was back in St. Stephens Primary School, my whole afternoon consisted of running around playing in the big open field of running. "Cops and robbers" was the most popular game that I recall and I earned the nickname, "Cheetah" because of my ferocious speed.
My speedy antics halted the moment I went to Secondary School. I was firstly overwhelmed with all the CCAs and I hesitated. I didn't had any interest to join any sports or uniform group. I joined the band after 7 months because the music teacher caught my wanderlust interest and I joined the band. There I blew my clarinet for 4 faithful years.
During my upper sec years, we had to take our physical fitness test. To sum it all up, blowing the clarinet was detrimental to my health it seems as I barely scraped bottom for gettting a point for my 2.4 km run. Least to say, my stamina weaken to a strand and worsen to a tinge during the lull period of 7 months awaiting for poly to start.
With a hectic 3 years poly life, it was suicidal to join a sports related club. Look what I have turned out to be, a scrawny guy filled with sacarsm and insecurity about his fitness. I'm gathering names to see who is willing to bet me that I would be sick and disgusting with all types of diseases by 28.
Back to now, I was determined to finish as fast as possible. For 10 km, i had estimated a range of 1hr and 15 mins. I took less than an hour. It is pathetic considering that "industry standard". I lost my buddy, Petrina whom I was suppose to meet from the start and I ended up finding her at the end. We told ourselves that we will improve our time by at least 10 minutes.
Hence, my dedication now lies for 2 things. My fitness and my education. I have studied like hell for my diploma even though they reflect grades of a slacker and I'm gonna start improving my stamina. The only way to go is no more procrastination.
Yes, I will exercise. I'm already scringing at the thought of it but the very fact that having good health and an appealing body would help up my stakes in the other realm of my life, my love life. Which i am putting that on hold for the moment even though I'm deeply in love with someone.
Sacrifice is the way to go, it seems. I lead a cruel world. I am feeling the aches of the run, i will feel it for more months to come.
- Ben
I ran at the Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon today.
Waking up in the active hours of an Owl, I was eager to soar through the mini marathon which I signed up with. Let me give you a little background of my athletic incapabilities.
When I was back in St. Stephens Primary School, my whole afternoon consisted of running around playing in the big open field of running. "Cops and robbers" was the most popular game that I recall and I earned the nickname, "Cheetah" because of my ferocious speed.
My speedy antics halted the moment I went to Secondary School. I was firstly overwhelmed with all the CCAs and I hesitated. I didn't had any interest to join any sports or uniform group. I joined the band after 7 months because the music teacher caught my wanderlust interest and I joined the band. There I blew my clarinet for 4 faithful years.
During my upper sec years, we had to take our physical fitness test. To sum it all up, blowing the clarinet was detrimental to my health it seems as I barely scraped bottom for gettting a point for my 2.4 km run. Least to say, my stamina weaken to a strand and worsen to a tinge during the lull period of 7 months awaiting for poly to start.
With a hectic 3 years poly life, it was suicidal to join a sports related club. Look what I have turned out to be, a scrawny guy filled with sacarsm and insecurity about his fitness. I'm gathering names to see who is willing to bet me that I would be sick and disgusting with all types of diseases by 28.
Back to now, I was determined to finish as fast as possible. For 10 km, i had estimated a range of 1hr and 15 mins. I took less than an hour. It is pathetic considering that "industry standard". I lost my buddy, Petrina whom I was suppose to meet from the start and I ended up finding her at the end. We told ourselves that we will improve our time by at least 10 minutes.
Hence, my dedication now lies for 2 things. My fitness and my education. I have studied like hell for my diploma even though they reflect grades of a slacker and I'm gonna start improving my stamina. The only way to go is no more procrastination.
Yes, I will exercise. I'm already scringing at the thought of it but the very fact that having good health and an appealing body would help up my stakes in the other realm of my life, my love life. Which i am putting that on hold for the moment even though I'm deeply in love with someone.
Sacrifice is the way to go, it seems. I lead a cruel world. I am feeling the aches of the run, i will feel it for more months to come.
- Ben
Friday, December 05, 2003
Children
I have been at the chalet for the last 4 days.
It was an impromptu invitation from my secondary school sweetheart and hence, my acceptance in going. However, there was some hesitation too as it seems i'm the only one staying. You see, the whole entire family is situated there. I'm the odd chess piece that don't fit onto the board. Strangely enough, I was encouraged to stay on the first day and for the rest of the remaining period.
Okay, i'm sure anyone reading this would wanna know what happened and just sip into the dribble of the juicy gossip. To provide at least some decency, I shall stop you from salivating and tell you that NOTHING HAPPENED.
But these 4 days away from home made me see the world more. As ironic as it is even though home was barely 15 minutes away, it gave me perspective while travelling to and fro from school. (I had to return to school frequently).
One thing that really got me thinking was Kids.
Mischevious and cunning, innocent but back-stabbing, children cannot be preceived as the innocent angels as they are. My secondary school sweetheart (aka Miss Z) had a little brother called Irritant Q. He is barely primary 2 and he is a spoiled brat. Yup, more spoiled than any kid than i ever know. Even the kid in me.
He is an attention grabbing, tantrum throwing and a prissy little prick if i may add. He is obnoxious and oblivious to proper manners. This is because he is pampered alot and Q is a prick in my ass as he annoy even the patient me. If he is alone and I have burst my limits, i would take my masking tape and wrap his fragile face and throw him out of the second floor chalet. Thank god i'm writing this from the comforts of my school instead of a prison.
If children as this time and age are so spoiled and arrogant, what would become the next generation also aka my future offspring. Should i burden myself of letting my sperm grow out of his head to be an unfillal and useless human being with corrupted human values or should i content myself of having no care and concern for dirty pampers and boiled breast milk?
The question really lies on how you educate your children. If it were up to me, I would be a strict discplinarian like my mother was. She didn't spare the rod when i was rude and disobedient. Q climbed all over the mother's head just to get his way of playing Xbox, snatching sweets off the shelve and forcing his rule on people accompanying him to the baby pool. It is a real headache with him being around, I wish children would grow up and mature faster. They do not have any innocence left in them from how the pampering their parents shower upon them.
The reason why children are so overtly pampered is because parents spent too much time at work and they only can give monetary compensation to their kids through toys and junk food. Kids nowadays are smarter and if they cant get your money, they will want your attention by embarrasing you in the departmental store, MRT or threatening to place their parents in foster care when they are old.
I was a kid once. I know. But not anymore, this time, I embarass them by not having grandkids forever. See what can they do about that !
- Ben
I have been at the chalet for the last 4 days.
It was an impromptu invitation from my secondary school sweetheart and hence, my acceptance in going. However, there was some hesitation too as it seems i'm the only one staying. You see, the whole entire family is situated there. I'm the odd chess piece that don't fit onto the board. Strangely enough, I was encouraged to stay on the first day and for the rest of the remaining period.
Okay, i'm sure anyone reading this would wanna know what happened and just sip into the dribble of the juicy gossip. To provide at least some decency, I shall stop you from salivating and tell you that NOTHING HAPPENED.
But these 4 days away from home made me see the world more. As ironic as it is even though home was barely 15 minutes away, it gave me perspective while travelling to and fro from school. (I had to return to school frequently).
One thing that really got me thinking was Kids.
Mischevious and cunning, innocent but back-stabbing, children cannot be preceived as the innocent angels as they are. My secondary school sweetheart (aka Miss Z) had a little brother called Irritant Q. He is barely primary 2 and he is a spoiled brat. Yup, more spoiled than any kid than i ever know. Even the kid in me.
He is an attention grabbing, tantrum throwing and a prissy little prick if i may add. He is obnoxious and oblivious to proper manners. This is because he is pampered alot and Q is a prick in my ass as he annoy even the patient me. If he is alone and I have burst my limits, i would take my masking tape and wrap his fragile face and throw him out of the second floor chalet. Thank god i'm writing this from the comforts of my school instead of a prison.
If children as this time and age are so spoiled and arrogant, what would become the next generation also aka my future offspring. Should i burden myself of letting my sperm grow out of his head to be an unfillal and useless human being with corrupted human values or should i content myself of having no care and concern for dirty pampers and boiled breast milk?
The question really lies on how you educate your children. If it were up to me, I would be a strict discplinarian like my mother was. She didn't spare the rod when i was rude and disobedient. Q climbed all over the mother's head just to get his way of playing Xbox, snatching sweets off the shelve and forcing his rule on people accompanying him to the baby pool. It is a real headache with him being around, I wish children would grow up and mature faster. They do not have any innocence left in them from how the pampering their parents shower upon them.
The reason why children are so overtly pampered is because parents spent too much time at work and they only can give monetary compensation to their kids through toys and junk food. Kids nowadays are smarter and if they cant get your money, they will want your attention by embarrasing you in the departmental store, MRT or threatening to place their parents in foster care when they are old.
I was a kid once. I know. But not anymore, this time, I embarass them by not having grandkids forever. See what can they do about that !
- Ben
Sunday, November 30, 2003
Stalemate
As expected, things didn't budge an inch. At all. No matter how long time flows.
A Secondary School class gathering after 3 years, I met up with loads of old classmates that I haven't seen for ages. There was NO change in their looks, maturity level or social interaction. There were some who are spotted with new hairdos, like me but other than that, everyone's personality changed the same.
Clicks still remain and nothing much has change. Let me review the history together with you. I was relatively a loner in my class. Being placed in a class where most of them interacted more on Chinese, i was practically hanging by the social ladder. School wasn't a popularity contest back then but if you had the charisma, you could have bunch of friends and clicks just band together and scrutinise the other loners.
I was never in good terms with the guys with my class. They eat, live, smell and stank of soccer. I liked watching soccer but not to the extent of playing it every week. I'm no sporty lad but just an average joe trying to make an impact in this big globe.
On the other hand, i pride myself as being the only guy that makes an effort to interact with the gals at my class. I'm not a flirt and i don't have any ill intentions but I feel that i relate and interact better with the feminine side of my class. It is their maturity level it seems that keeps me still breathing while the rest are forcing me to drown in the depths of immaturity and popularity stakes.
Well, things never do change as I hoped. Somehow, i feel that the guys are against me for some reason or another. They are on the brink of total acquaintance only and never made an effort with me to gather more about our friendship. I remember a time where we could crap the whole day long, but it seems time has changed the tide and the wave is long forgotten.
It's interesting to see how life evolve and I wish all me classmates a good endeavour to succeed in their life. I, on the other hand, will not dwell at the past and look forward to all my new friends.
Life is indeed wonderful.
- Benjamin
As expected, things didn't budge an inch. At all. No matter how long time flows.
A Secondary School class gathering after 3 years, I met up with loads of old classmates that I haven't seen for ages. There was NO change in their looks, maturity level or social interaction. There were some who are spotted with new hairdos, like me but other than that, everyone's personality changed the same.
Clicks still remain and nothing much has change. Let me review the history together with you. I was relatively a loner in my class. Being placed in a class where most of them interacted more on Chinese, i was practically hanging by the social ladder. School wasn't a popularity contest back then but if you had the charisma, you could have bunch of friends and clicks just band together and scrutinise the other loners.
I was never in good terms with the guys with my class. They eat, live, smell and stank of soccer. I liked watching soccer but not to the extent of playing it every week. I'm no sporty lad but just an average joe trying to make an impact in this big globe.
On the other hand, i pride myself as being the only guy that makes an effort to interact with the gals at my class. I'm not a flirt and i don't have any ill intentions but I feel that i relate and interact better with the feminine side of my class. It is their maturity level it seems that keeps me still breathing while the rest are forcing me to drown in the depths of immaturity and popularity stakes.
Well, things never do change as I hoped. Somehow, i feel that the guys are against me for some reason or another. They are on the brink of total acquaintance only and never made an effort with me to gather more about our friendship. I remember a time where we could crap the whole day long, but it seems time has changed the tide and the wave is long forgotten.
It's interesting to see how life evolve and I wish all me classmates a good endeavour to succeed in their life. I, on the other hand, will not dwell at the past and look forward to all my new friends.
Life is indeed wonderful.
- Benjamin
Friday, November 28, 2003
Photogenic
I'm not handsome or cute. Period.
People who knows how I look like all know that I'm just a pretty average looking boy with weird facial features that is disproportionate. I have untrimmed thick eyebrows, snotty nose, crooked teeth, normal eyes, messed-up hair, thick lips and weak chin. All in all, I just don't look like a future movie star, just someone who works in a shitty 9 to 5 job waiting for retrenchment and struggling for office ventilated air. Somehow, something on the contrary happened to me.
I was at a photoshoot, kind of being selected by my dear editor to be one of the faces featured in NextStop, a publication that features all SP diplomas that is distributed to all Secondary school 'O' level prospective students looking out for their next step into the future. First of all, I don't smile nice at all. My smile simply sucks. 70% of all my photos contain me and my goofy smile with my protruding front teeth. I look like i just escapted from a retarded institution. So how can i even look good with my barely attractive facial features and my goofy appearance?
Well, it seems my personality speaks louder than looks. There were 4 guys & 4 gals. I was chosen to be the first batch of 2 guys and 2 gals. I just posed in front of the camera, just being comfortable with the whole thing but the other 3 were somehow edgy and uncomfortable and took quite a few encouraging words from the cameraman to get them warmed up to flash a natural smile. The art director and the cameraman liked me. Strangely enough, it was because I just got into my role by jumping into the sea and started paddling then drowning, I just posed naturally and smiled decently, but me, I just didn't care how goofy I looked anyway.
Somehow or another, since I was a tall fella, they asked me to move to the front and wow, I became a centrepiece. Amazingly enough, I was a natural model for them. Just without the built or looks but the instinct to know when to smile, glare, pose and tease the lenses. The art director and the cameraman just kept asking the rest to adjust and while i just did my "thang" and pose, act cute and basically look like a kooky prick.
Well my group was finished and the second group was having their turn and guess what? The art director asked me to join the second group !!! Wow, am i that good ? or was it because they needed a geeky looking guy in the photos ? It seems that both of them commented that I was the personficiation of a "poly student". Hmmm .... I take that as a compliment somehow.
I know I have been praising myself above but all of it are true facts, not a dream! I was at Raffles Place, MediaCorp's Today press studio on the 28th floor. Well, besides that boost of confidence I met loads of great-looking individuals. I can safely say the guys were model mannequin material and the gals were gushing gorgeous gigglers. There was this girl I was kinda attracted to. I forgot her name but she kept giggling at my lame jokes.
I made an effort to kept the atmosphere as light as possible by throwing in lame comments and jokes and the gal, a 3rd year CLS student, well was quite endearing. I like her personality and was really interested in knowing her more. Anyways, I know I have no hope since attractive gals are most often hooked up to some ugly boyfriend who beat me to it. (Look at my archive or my theory of pretty gal/ugly boyfriend theory). If you (3rd year CLS gal) somehow got wind of reading this blog, contact me through friendster or email. Haha, i sound so desperate.
The gal on i'm referring to is wearing dark blue top on the left. Isn't she a wonder ? Anyway, this is a pic of the wonderful people that went for the photo shoot. All of them looked so beautifully crafted by God right ? Well, i am an atheist and i blame my mother's embryo and my father's lazy sperm. A great big thank you to Val the Violent Gal for this wonderful pic and yes, pulling your arms will make you grow taller. And yah, there is a God out there.
What even made my day BETTER was like a dream come true. I met my favourite columnist !!! Neil Humphreys. I have been a big fan of his sacarstical humour-laden style which I have learn to adopt and adapt with my own writing style and well we were just rounding up the photo shoot when Ms. Val, ahem, told the photographer whether if Neil was in because I was lika a big fan of him. Well, I became speechless in the next few seconds as the photographer just picked up the phone, dial an extension and Neil was over here in less than a minute. Well, he was a tall fella and well, standing next to him was, a towering experience to begin with.
Well here is a photo with the man himself, Mr Neil Funnies.
It was an amazing day. I would like to thank my editor, Chin Kar for the exposure. Talk more tommorrow, i'm meeting my secondary school friends and its weird seeing how we have changed in the last 3 years !!!
- Benjamin
I'm not handsome or cute. Period.
People who knows how I look like all know that I'm just a pretty average looking boy with weird facial features that is disproportionate. I have untrimmed thick eyebrows, snotty nose, crooked teeth, normal eyes, messed-up hair, thick lips and weak chin. All in all, I just don't look like a future movie star, just someone who works in a shitty 9 to 5 job waiting for retrenchment and struggling for office ventilated air. Somehow, something on the contrary happened to me.
I was at a photoshoot, kind of being selected by my dear editor to be one of the faces featured in NextStop, a publication that features all SP diplomas that is distributed to all Secondary school 'O' level prospective students looking out for their next step into the future. First of all, I don't smile nice at all. My smile simply sucks. 70% of all my photos contain me and my goofy smile with my protruding front teeth. I look like i just escapted from a retarded institution. So how can i even look good with my barely attractive facial features and my goofy appearance?
Well, it seems my personality speaks louder than looks. There were 4 guys & 4 gals. I was chosen to be the first batch of 2 guys and 2 gals. I just posed in front of the camera, just being comfortable with the whole thing but the other 3 were somehow edgy and uncomfortable and took quite a few encouraging words from the cameraman to get them warmed up to flash a natural smile. The art director and the cameraman liked me. Strangely enough, it was because I just got into my role by jumping into the sea and started paddling then drowning, I just posed naturally and smiled decently, but me, I just didn't care how goofy I looked anyway.
Somehow or another, since I was a tall fella, they asked me to move to the front and wow, I became a centrepiece. Amazingly enough, I was a natural model for them. Just without the built or looks but the instinct to know when to smile, glare, pose and tease the lenses. The art director and the cameraman just kept asking the rest to adjust and while i just did my "thang" and pose, act cute and basically look like a kooky prick.
Well my group was finished and the second group was having their turn and guess what? The art director asked me to join the second group !!! Wow, am i that good ? or was it because they needed a geeky looking guy in the photos ? It seems that both of them commented that I was the personficiation of a "poly student". Hmmm .... I take that as a compliment somehow.
I know I have been praising myself above but all of it are true facts, not a dream! I was at Raffles Place, MediaCorp's Today press studio on the 28th floor. Well, besides that boost of confidence I met loads of great-looking individuals. I can safely say the guys were model mannequin material and the gals were gushing gorgeous gigglers. There was this girl I was kinda attracted to. I forgot her name but she kept giggling at my lame jokes.
I made an effort to kept the atmosphere as light as possible by throwing in lame comments and jokes and the gal, a 3rd year CLS student, well was quite endearing. I like her personality and was really interested in knowing her more. Anyways, I know I have no hope since attractive gals are most often hooked up to some ugly boyfriend who beat me to it. (Look at my archive or my theory of pretty gal/ugly boyfriend theory). If you (3rd year CLS gal) somehow got wind of reading this blog, contact me through friendster or email. Haha, i sound so desperate.
The gal on i'm referring to is wearing dark blue top on the left. Isn't she a wonder ? Anyway, this is a pic of the wonderful people that went for the photo shoot. All of them looked so beautifully crafted by God right ? Well, i am an atheist and i blame my mother's embryo and my father's lazy sperm. A great big thank you to Val the Violent Gal for this wonderful pic and yes, pulling your arms will make you grow taller. And yah, there is a God out there.
What even made my day BETTER was like a dream come true. I met my favourite columnist !!! Neil Humphreys. I have been a big fan of his sacarstical humour-laden style which I have learn to adopt and adapt with my own writing style and well we were just rounding up the photo shoot when Ms. Val, ahem, told the photographer whether if Neil was in because I was lika a big fan of him. Well, I became speechless in the next few seconds as the photographer just picked up the phone, dial an extension and Neil was over here in less than a minute. Well, he was a tall fella and well, standing next to him was, a towering experience to begin with.
Well here is a photo with the man himself, Mr Neil Funnies.
It was an amazing day. I would like to thank my editor, Chin Kar for the exposure. Talk more tommorrow, i'm meeting my secondary school friends and its weird seeing how we have changed in the last 3 years !!!
- Benjamin
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Stranger
Well with my final year project over, there is still one more agenda to accomplish.
My video club duties. Barely less than 24 hours where the stress mounted to insurmountable heights to my presentation, i was thrown back into the duty coming face to face with the year 2s. And i was still wishing for some reasonable amount of rest but no. I got to wake up by 7 tommorrow to reach school by 9. Sigh, I lead a wonderful but tiring life.
Topic of the day: Approaching Strangers
Well due to lots of schdeuling problems here and there, it was a last minute decision to audition for people for the course video i'm doing for my school. You see, i'm the director aka leader of the project of doing up a School Course video for secondary school to come to SP. Well, as it was a last minute decision, and everything needed to be rushed, I personally called the talents myself.
This was where the problem lies. And i'm sure everyone has it too. It is something that your mother warns you not to do but you still do it anyway. Talking to strangers. At my disposal was 20 phone numbers, of beautiful people (or so called recommended by Section Heads) and I had to well, dialled their number.
It is always strange when you are talking to someone new, someone who might seem older, stranger and weirder. Everyone builds up a comfortable circle of friends and a majority simply refuses to open the gate for anybody new when they know they have enough. So, wherever you meet someone new, there is always that tinge of hesitation and struggle for acceptance to open that gate.
Strangers always seem like strangers. They have that distance away from you, be it age, race or even brain matter. People simply just cannot accept anything new in their social boundaries. Imagine someone calling you out of the blue, the first thing on your mind is to figure in this order:
A. Who is he/she?
B. What does she want from me?
C. How can I end this phone conversation as civil as possible?
Well, I called like 30+ numbers and the first thing was bewilderement, followed by shock and then fake modesty. I called them because they were beautiful and we needed them. Some were decent and polite, some were just brash and rude.
C'mon. I'm a stranger to you but is it so hard to accept one. Even though i'm asking a favour from you, I am not going to ask you to cut off your limbs, get fake boobs or strip for me. All I ask is to allow me to show me your God glorified face for a video and get out of there before I use a jackhammer to frustrate for god's unfairness to me. Other than that, accept a stranger for who they are. If someone calls my number, even by accident, I would ask them whether were they looking for me. If not, I would ask them to go to hell because they just wasted my bloody time where I could go pester more strangers for the video.
- Ben
P.S. Strangers reading this, please note. Call my number if you are beautiful because I need you for the video. Please dial 1900-GOD-PUNISH-ME-FOR-BEING-BEAUTIFUL. Thanks
Well with my final year project over, there is still one more agenda to accomplish.
My video club duties. Barely less than 24 hours where the stress mounted to insurmountable heights to my presentation, i was thrown back into the duty coming face to face with the year 2s. And i was still wishing for some reasonable amount of rest but no. I got to wake up by 7 tommorrow to reach school by 9. Sigh, I lead a wonderful but tiring life.
Topic of the day: Approaching Strangers
Well due to lots of schdeuling problems here and there, it was a last minute decision to audition for people for the course video i'm doing for my school. You see, i'm the director aka leader of the project of doing up a School Course video for secondary school to come to SP. Well, as it was a last minute decision, and everything needed to be rushed, I personally called the talents myself.
This was where the problem lies. And i'm sure everyone has it too. It is something that your mother warns you not to do but you still do it anyway. Talking to strangers. At my disposal was 20 phone numbers, of beautiful people (or so called recommended by Section Heads) and I had to well, dialled their number.
It is always strange when you are talking to someone new, someone who might seem older, stranger and weirder. Everyone builds up a comfortable circle of friends and a majority simply refuses to open the gate for anybody new when they know they have enough. So, wherever you meet someone new, there is always that tinge of hesitation and struggle for acceptance to open that gate.
Strangers always seem like strangers. They have that distance away from you, be it age, race or even brain matter. People simply just cannot accept anything new in their social boundaries. Imagine someone calling you out of the blue, the first thing on your mind is to figure in this order:
A. Who is he/she?
B. What does she want from me?
C. How can I end this phone conversation as civil as possible?
Well, I called like 30+ numbers and the first thing was bewilderement, followed by shock and then fake modesty. I called them because they were beautiful and we needed them. Some were decent and polite, some were just brash and rude.
C'mon. I'm a stranger to you but is it so hard to accept one. Even though i'm asking a favour from you, I am not going to ask you to cut off your limbs, get fake boobs or strip for me. All I ask is to allow me to show me your God glorified face for a video and get out of there before I use a jackhammer to frustrate for god's unfairness to me. Other than that, accept a stranger for who they are. If someone calls my number, even by accident, I would ask them whether were they looking for me. If not, I would ask them to go to hell because they just wasted my bloody time where I could go pester more strangers for the video.
- Ben
P.S. Strangers reading this, please note. Call my number if you are beautiful because I need you for the video. Please dial 1900-GOD-PUNISH-ME-FOR-BEING-BEAUTIFUL. Thanks
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Monkey
Every monkey has its day.
To sum it all up, it has been a whirlwind of the events that has zoomed past these 3 days. Frustration, anger, glee, irriatation, joy and pissed off were some of my moods that I encountered through my days of preparation for my final year project. It's finally over !! My consultancy got 2nd out of 3 teams !!!
We were clearly the underdogs, if you read the previous posts before and last monday, we had that sinking feeling when we saw how the other 2 teams performed excellently at a rehearsal. Prior to this day, which was Hari Raya, my team gathered at my house, practiced, slogged and readied ourself, meeting our fate of being the 3rd team. We were saying any awards that we took was a consolation to us.
In the end, Felicia in my team got Best Presenter Award and we got the Best Tactics. Our campaign revolve the central idea of using a mascot, Libby, an animated monkey.
I like this picture the best. A crazy poseur like me. Anyway we got 2nd ! Yeah! Because a scary mime who looks like a chainsaw terrorist had more appeal than a cute and loveable monkey to young children. Well, i'm not the judge anyway but nonetheless, i'm satisified with my accomplishment.
One great thing after I realised 10 minutes after getting the envelope was a sudden strike of realization. It suddenly occured to me that no matter what position we got, I had learn valuable lessons. I'm not saying this like "I got second and i'm so sore that I lost 1st place that I have to console myself" that type of attitud but I'm saying is I got more what I bargained for. Steps along the way, I had a refresher course on Photoshop when I was doing the creatives.
All that said and done, I'm still proud of my bloody monkey, as long as he doesn't go too wacko to become a mime.
We had a celebration after that and we went to Marche and Haagen Daz at Esplanade. We ate a tonne full and everyone was ready to vomit like the Merlion. My craving for cookies and cream still exist of course but for those cookies and cream cravists like me, AVOID Midnight Cookies n Cream. It is just another revamped name of Cookies and Cream in Chocolate ice-cream that is distasteful and DESTROYS the original taste of the Cookies AND Cream.
Topic of the day: Love vs Work
It was an overly pleasant day for me, only my journey back home from City Hall kind of depressed me. I'm sure you all know of the show Tempatation island where singles mix with other long-standing couples to tempt them to break up from their current relationship. Well, try Tempatation Train where I saw couples splitting the new paper, couples cornered in an area where they cannot keep their hands to themselves and EVEN a magazine mocked my singlehood. 8 days was showing a couple position of Tay Ping Hui and Fann Wong. Sigh, all i was really tempted to chainsaw off all the clutched-couple-hands or to call Hotel 81 to make a booking for them.
I mean, I enjoy my single life. I never had a relationship for the past 3 years. Am i normal ? Or do I have different priorities from others ? I'm focusing on my education and increasing my experience in the expertise of the mass communication field of writing, designing and video production. I see people younger than me like 14 yr olds sharing an ice-cream cone at McDonalds. I would be lying if I did not feel a tinge of jealousy but on the other hand, I'm perfectly contented with keeping my hands busy.
The worst scenario is to see me end up as a 40 year old wrinkld succesful bachelor. Someone who has all the 5 C's except the most important C, the Care for another individual. If I end up like this, I shouldnt be considered a human being if i end up being a hardworking but uncaring bachelor and all that I would care about would be whether should I call the reception of Hotel 81 or buy a chainsaw.
I foresee this possibility. Let us hope I dont fall down this category of being miserable, lonely but succesful person. It seems that a price that success has to pay is your loss of touch with the human emotional world. This great expense should be duly weigh upon before any action. Have you sacrificed your family to put in more working hours? Well, I see the world will be facing this possibility instead with us evolutionizing into greater heights. Let us dont fall off the tower and end up being a lifeless carcass.
- Ben
Every monkey has its day.
To sum it all up, it has been a whirlwind of the events that has zoomed past these 3 days. Frustration, anger, glee, irriatation, joy and pissed off were some of my moods that I encountered through my days of preparation for my final year project. It's finally over !! My consultancy got 2nd out of 3 teams !!!
We were clearly the underdogs, if you read the previous posts before and last monday, we had that sinking feeling when we saw how the other 2 teams performed excellently at a rehearsal. Prior to this day, which was Hari Raya, my team gathered at my house, practiced, slogged and readied ourself, meeting our fate of being the 3rd team. We were saying any awards that we took was a consolation to us.
In the end, Felicia in my team got Best Presenter Award and we got the Best Tactics. Our campaign revolve the central idea of using a mascot, Libby, an animated monkey.
I like this picture the best. A crazy poseur like me. Anyway we got 2nd ! Yeah! Because a scary mime who looks like a chainsaw terrorist had more appeal than a cute and loveable monkey to young children. Well, i'm not the judge anyway but nonetheless, i'm satisified with my accomplishment.
One great thing after I realised 10 minutes after getting the envelope was a sudden strike of realization. It suddenly occured to me that no matter what position we got, I had learn valuable lessons. I'm not saying this like "I got second and i'm so sore that I lost 1st place that I have to console myself" that type of attitud but I'm saying is I got more what I bargained for. Steps along the way, I had a refresher course on Photoshop when I was doing the creatives.
All that said and done, I'm still proud of my bloody monkey, as long as he doesn't go too wacko to become a mime.
We had a celebration after that and we went to Marche and Haagen Daz at Esplanade. We ate a tonne full and everyone was ready to vomit like the Merlion. My craving for cookies and cream still exist of course but for those cookies and cream cravists like me, AVOID Midnight Cookies n Cream. It is just another revamped name of Cookies and Cream in Chocolate ice-cream that is distasteful and DESTROYS the original taste of the Cookies AND Cream.
Topic of the day: Love vs Work
It was an overly pleasant day for me, only my journey back home from City Hall kind of depressed me. I'm sure you all know of the show Tempatation island where singles mix with other long-standing couples to tempt them to break up from their current relationship. Well, try Tempatation Train where I saw couples splitting the new paper, couples cornered in an area where they cannot keep their hands to themselves and EVEN a magazine mocked my singlehood. 8 days was showing a couple position of Tay Ping Hui and Fann Wong. Sigh, all i was really tempted to chainsaw off all the clutched-couple-hands or to call Hotel 81 to make a booking for them.
I mean, I enjoy my single life. I never had a relationship for the past 3 years. Am i normal ? Or do I have different priorities from others ? I'm focusing on my education and increasing my experience in the expertise of the mass communication field of writing, designing and video production. I see people younger than me like 14 yr olds sharing an ice-cream cone at McDonalds. I would be lying if I did not feel a tinge of jealousy but on the other hand, I'm perfectly contented with keeping my hands busy.
The worst scenario is to see me end up as a 40 year old wrinkld succesful bachelor. Someone who has all the 5 C's except the most important C, the Care for another individual. If I end up like this, I shouldnt be considered a human being if i end up being a hardworking but uncaring bachelor and all that I would care about would be whether should I call the reception of Hotel 81 or buy a chainsaw.
I foresee this possibility. Let us hope I dont fall down this category of being miserable, lonely but succesful person. It seems that a price that success has to pay is your loss of touch with the human emotional world. This great expense should be duly weigh upon before any action. Have you sacrificed your family to put in more working hours? Well, I see the world will be facing this possibility instead with us evolutionizing into greater heights. Let us dont fall off the tower and end up being a lifeless carcass.
- Ben
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Break-ups
It's been a hell of a hectic week. Going to school from 9 to 9, it is enjoyable as sitting on a durian. There will be perks in the end of course and my hard work will pay off but i gotta slog for this upcoming presentation so wish me luck.
Here I go again.
Topic of the day: Breaking Up
I profess. I ain't an experiencd person who can advice or even discuss with other people regarding matters of love. However, i'm an impartial person who sees both sides of the coin by cutting open the body of conversation, spreading out the intestines of the scenario and scrutinise everypiece and give a final diagnosis of what should be done. I'm the "doctor" but it is up to "patient" on what his next step of movement is next.
So i bring you to the crux of the story. I have a friend called Miss Q. Well, Q has been with a boyfriend for a pretty long time like more than 6 months. She conferred to me her relationship problems what she told me that when she went for a one week holiday, she did not even thought about her boyfriend, Z. It has been a rather awkward situation since she came back and since she is so busy, she felt the best for the both of them to break up.
The reason being is that Q and Z are very different like the Phoenix and the Loch Ness monster. Both go to watch movies but one prefer gory movies while the other loves romantic comedies. Q has a more open minded type of dress sense but Z hates it, opting her to be more conservative. As you can see, they are poles apart but they do share some rare similarities but you get the entire picture i'm driving at.
Opposites attract. But they don't last very long. To quote my classmate, Felicia a long time back. The conclusion of the above story is they broke up and what i would like to extract out from the story is the breaking up scenario.
The reason why a guy would MOST PROBABLY break up with his girlfriend is that ....
A. The girl is cheating on him
B. Both have unresolved differences
C. He feels that she is too good for her
The reason why a girl would MOST PROBABLY break up with his boyfriend is that ....
A. The guy is cheating on her
B. She suspects the guy is cheating on her
C. Both have unresolved differences
D. The guy is petty
E. She feels that he is too good for her
F. She feel that she is too good for him
In most scenarios, it is everytime the guy who gets hurt from the relationship. Yes, you heard me, the GUY. You must be wondering WHY? Is Benjamin a chauvanist? Of course not.
This is why. A guy loses all his investment money when dating the gal. The guy OFTENS has to bring the girl home thus incurring more travel expenses. The guy OFTENS carries the girl's load either making him looking sissy or cowardly which will end up him being the more tired out individual. The guy OFTENS gives in to the girl. Most of the hurt are monetary losses for the guy.
A girl on the other hand faces more emotional hurt. They ponder about it for 2 weeks whether this man would give her beautiful children, a nice condo, great sex and the company they would have together at old folks home. After which, she will take 2 months to decide and evaluate her options. In which she chooses a break up, she will take 2 hours to tell to the guy. The gal would then take less than 2 minutes to wave a cab either home or to Mohd Sultan to find guys for a fling for 2 months, 2 weeks and 2 hours. Most of the hurt for the women is the usage of brain cells of thinking too much.
You must be chanting. Ben is a pig. Well, let me prove to you not.
Just recently, I have a friend whose girlfriend went overseas and broke up with him, less than 2 daysshe reached there.
The reason, she found someone there. Well that friend of mine spent loads of money for her and even sent something expensive to her over there as it was her birthday. My friend ended up broke for the end of the month while that gal is having flings overseas studying.
The breaking up game is so easy for gals. Modern women break up and move on with their heart intact, with hope of finding another partner. Modern men break up and move on with their heart intact but with many holes in their wallet, with hope of finding another partner who wont be like the last leech that broke up with him.
Breakups are no easy thing for anyone. Once you had one, you can never get back with him/her again as the holes are drilled, the damage is done and the split is wide open. There is never any chance to mend it back and even so, the gap for mending is hard to reconcile with as everyone knows that history always repeat itself.
If you are in a relationship right now and you had any slight notions of breaking up, do so now. It is a matter of time before you break up. If you are not in a relationship now like me and the only thing you want to do is break up a couple becoz u like that guy or gal, then my advice is dont do it. It is just not good for your karma. If you happend to do it though, it is a matter of time before you are called a bastard or a slut.
- Benjamin
*Names were changed to protect the innocent. My name is not changed because i'm giving the innocent a chance to sue me because I published their story here
It's been a hell of a hectic week. Going to school from 9 to 9, it is enjoyable as sitting on a durian. There will be perks in the end of course and my hard work will pay off but i gotta slog for this upcoming presentation so wish me luck.
Here I go again.
Topic of the day: Breaking Up
I profess. I ain't an experiencd person who can advice or even discuss with other people regarding matters of love. However, i'm an impartial person who sees both sides of the coin by cutting open the body of conversation, spreading out the intestines of the scenario and scrutinise everypiece and give a final diagnosis of what should be done. I'm the "doctor" but it is up to "patient" on what his next step of movement is next.
So i bring you to the crux of the story. I have a friend called Miss Q. Well, Q has been with a boyfriend for a pretty long time like more than 6 months. She conferred to me her relationship problems what she told me that when she went for a one week holiday, she did not even thought about her boyfriend, Z. It has been a rather awkward situation since she came back and since she is so busy, she felt the best for the both of them to break up.
The reason being is that Q and Z are very different like the Phoenix and the Loch Ness monster. Both go to watch movies but one prefer gory movies while the other loves romantic comedies. Q has a more open minded type of dress sense but Z hates it, opting her to be more conservative. As you can see, they are poles apart but they do share some rare similarities but you get the entire picture i'm driving at.
Opposites attract. But they don't last very long. To quote my classmate, Felicia a long time back. The conclusion of the above story is they broke up and what i would like to extract out from the story is the breaking up scenario.
The reason why a guy would MOST PROBABLY break up with his girlfriend is that ....
A. The girl is cheating on him
B. Both have unresolved differences
C. He feels that she is too good for her
The reason why a girl would MOST PROBABLY break up with his boyfriend is that ....
A. The guy is cheating on her
B. She suspects the guy is cheating on her
C. Both have unresolved differences
D. The guy is petty
E. She feels that he is too good for her
F. She feel that she is too good for him
In most scenarios, it is everytime the guy who gets hurt from the relationship. Yes, you heard me, the GUY. You must be wondering WHY? Is Benjamin a chauvanist? Of course not.
This is why. A guy loses all his investment money when dating the gal. The guy OFTENS has to bring the girl home thus incurring more travel expenses. The guy OFTENS carries the girl's load either making him looking sissy or cowardly which will end up him being the more tired out individual. The guy OFTENS gives in to the girl. Most of the hurt are monetary losses for the guy.
A girl on the other hand faces more emotional hurt. They ponder about it for 2 weeks whether this man would give her beautiful children, a nice condo, great sex and the company they would have together at old folks home. After which, she will take 2 months to decide and evaluate her options. In which she chooses a break up, she will take 2 hours to tell to the guy. The gal would then take less than 2 minutes to wave a cab either home or to Mohd Sultan to find guys for a fling for 2 months, 2 weeks and 2 hours. Most of the hurt for the women is the usage of brain cells of thinking too much.
You must be chanting. Ben is a pig. Well, let me prove to you not.
Just recently, I have a friend whose girlfriend went overseas and broke up with him, less than 2 daysshe reached there.
The reason, she found someone there. Well that friend of mine spent loads of money for her and even sent something expensive to her over there as it was her birthday. My friend ended up broke for the end of the month while that gal is having flings overseas studying.
The breaking up game is so easy for gals. Modern women break up and move on with their heart intact, with hope of finding another partner. Modern men break up and move on with their heart intact but with many holes in their wallet, with hope of finding another partner who wont be like the last leech that broke up with him.
Breakups are no easy thing for anyone. Once you had one, you can never get back with him/her again as the holes are drilled, the damage is done and the split is wide open. There is never any chance to mend it back and even so, the gap for mending is hard to reconcile with as everyone knows that history always repeat itself.
If you are in a relationship right now and you had any slight notions of breaking up, do so now. It is a matter of time before you break up. If you are not in a relationship now like me and the only thing you want to do is break up a couple becoz u like that guy or gal, then my advice is dont do it. It is just not good for your karma. If you happend to do it though, it is a matter of time before you are called a bastard or a slut.
- Benjamin
*Names were changed to protect the innocent. My name is not changed because i'm giving the innocent a chance to sue me because I published their story here
Thursday, November 20, 2003
MRT-travel
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!
Well, as you all can see, i'm just so happy.
I have finished the creatives and mounting it. All that is needed to be done now is to memorise the script and present it to the client this 26th Wednesday. Come and support me !! haha. I will be presenting to National Library Board. Wish me luck.
Okay now to my daily senseless sacarstical ramblings.
Topic of the day: People on MRT trains
I'm a daily commuter of MRT trains. Travelling to and forth, i estimate i spent 4% of my lifetime on the train. There is a few things you can do on the train. Sit, stand, sit on the floor. Then, when you are in these various positions, you either, read newspaper, chat on the phone, read a book or dig your nose. This is where it gets interesting.
People jostle for space, to get as much circle of freedom, that is why people move to the centre of the train or sit on seats where they don't share the same breathing with the any person to their left or right. This gets complicated during office hours. The crowd gets enormous and the most lethal things on these trains are not people standing OVER the yellow line but instead, it reeks and occupies loads of space so that people beside you will move away.
You must be thinking body odour or farting gas. Well, i am not referring to that. I will one day to fart or B/O you but not now in this blog. Instead, they are morning tabloids. Yeah, i don't know about you people but the smell of fresh newspaper makes me wanna puke. Well the smell of one isn't that bad but when 20 newspaper crammed in a place where only 21 people can stand, that would make you the odd one out without the smell. I was tempted to fart so that I gained more space in the train but people spread their newspaper so wide as though they were in their toilet cubicle shitting.
What makes it worse is the very fact that these crisp tabloids have sharp edges. So, when I enter the train, I can scratched or even mauled by tabloids spreading themselves. I resist snatching the newspaper and crunching it in front of their face.
You must be thinking. Ben must be illiterate because he doesn't read free newspaper. Then, Ben tells you now that I would like to read newspaper at my own leisure. Now when people peek over your shoulder, bump your elbow or scratch your face with the side of a free tabloid.
I am a anti-free-newspaper-group due to the harm they cause to me. NOT to the environment. Whoever knows which person invented the idea of free tabloids, I'm going over there to fart in his very face. Better yet, i'll scratch him with my newspaper.
- Ben
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!
Well, as you all can see, i'm just so happy.
I have finished the creatives and mounting it. All that is needed to be done now is to memorise the script and present it to the client this 26th Wednesday. Come and support me !! haha. I will be presenting to National Library Board. Wish me luck.
Okay now to my daily senseless sacarstical ramblings.
Topic of the day: People on MRT trains
I'm a daily commuter of MRT trains. Travelling to and forth, i estimate i spent 4% of my lifetime on the train. There is a few things you can do on the train. Sit, stand, sit on the floor. Then, when you are in these various positions, you either, read newspaper, chat on the phone, read a book or dig your nose. This is where it gets interesting.
People jostle for space, to get as much circle of freedom, that is why people move to the centre of the train or sit on seats where they don't share the same breathing with the any person to their left or right. This gets complicated during office hours. The crowd gets enormous and the most lethal things on these trains are not people standing OVER the yellow line but instead, it reeks and occupies loads of space so that people beside you will move away.
You must be thinking body odour or farting gas. Well, i am not referring to that. I will one day to fart or B/O you but not now in this blog. Instead, they are morning tabloids. Yeah, i don't know about you people but the smell of fresh newspaper makes me wanna puke. Well the smell of one isn't that bad but when 20 newspaper crammed in a place where only 21 people can stand, that would make you the odd one out without the smell. I was tempted to fart so that I gained more space in the train but people spread their newspaper so wide as though they were in their toilet cubicle shitting.
What makes it worse is the very fact that these crisp tabloids have sharp edges. So, when I enter the train, I can scratched or even mauled by tabloids spreading themselves. I resist snatching the newspaper and crunching it in front of their face.
You must be thinking. Ben must be illiterate because he doesn't read free newspaper. Then, Ben tells you now that I would like to read newspaper at my own leisure. Now when people peek over your shoulder, bump your elbow or scratch your face with the side of a free tabloid.
I am a anti-free-newspaper-group due to the harm they cause to me. NOT to the environment. Whoever knows which person invented the idea of free tabloids, I'm going over there to fart in his very face. Better yet, i'll scratch him with my newspaper.
- Ben
Monday, November 17, 2003
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Competitveness
The collapse of the Singapore economy.
Now that I have your attention. Where do you think the future lies ahead for Singapore? The new millenium beckons for new people. I normally don't talk about politics or economy as they are boring but since I have to write an article about it, might as well blabber my own slanted opinion towards what lies ahead for Singapore in a young simple-minded Singaporean.
Recent hype about competition made the news recently on the government's model on various industries. Let me give you a quick rundown if you ain't a Singaporean or a country bumpkin living on Kusu island and Straits Times is the timezone that you follow when you are on a kelong. Singapore has been a succesful developing nation, gaining strength day by day, reaching its peaks of economic success with flourishing trade and loads of imports and exports, money was flowing through PAP's white pockets in the early 1990s.
Well, then came the 1998 & 2002 recession slammed the middle-class Singaporean majority back to oblivion and PAP finally had to sweat their way through. With globalization upon their hands, PAP had to change their model of being a successful nation within the region but to be a global player. The fact is that this change was to to comply with our "Allies", that are mainly the Western powers. We have to adopt the GTO practices and hence, the operative word of this "World" model is "competitiveness".
Therefore, our government looked into the various sectors, opening up to foreign players but also restricting their boundaries in terms of controlling the local sector here. Then, came the reprecussions of this system which I will share with you later.
2 years ago, because of this "World" model, organizations have to be competitive by being TRANSPARENT in their accounting practics. So first came the banking industry. Singapore only wanted 3 main banks to operate in Singapore and the prescene of 6 banks was simply an eyesore for these men in white. The banks scramble to meet their dateline, merging left right and centre. As you all know, POSB merged with DBS and hence, by merging, they closed down a few branches, a few ATM machines that caused loads of inconvenience for us consumers. As they were reconsolidating, citizens had to suffer from moving their accounts, their life savings and their unit trusts to other banks swiftly and queues were formed, fights were resulted, more jail terms for these queuers, queuers pay money to government to let them out, so governement scores. 1-0.
Last month, came the medical industry. There were like 10 hospitals and a handful were private hospitals and boom! Bad publicity regarding expensive charges to citizens and wham! the price menu for breast implants and anal rectum openings went skyrocketing to become more competitive, in other words, cheaper for the consumer. Yeah !!! 1-1 an equalizer as consumers FINALLY gain something from a change in governement policy.
Then came the public transport model. Wow, this was a joker man. In 1996, The North-east line tender was only entitled to Tibs or SBS and the govt didnt allow SMRT to apply so as to make it "competitive". Recently, the transport minister said that they had to "re-think" this model as SBS was making heavy losses from the NEL and the minister was contemplating whether their choice was valid or not like they should have given it to SBS. Valid or not, this worsen the situation for the public. From what I gather, it seems that in order to get out of the red, SBS had to increase fares for those that travelled on the NEL line. Painful for the Seng Kang and Punggol people pockets. As the governement made a wrong choice in this decision, resulting in drastic reprecussions to the nation, they score another point as they disspaoint and aggitate people living in the north-east. Score, 2-1 to the government.
Now, being a media student myself, this was a painful paragraph to write. The media industry also reshuffled in the early 2000 to make way for competition like Channel U and Channel i and for MediaCorp, Streats. Then came the childish battle as you see on "Which is the 2nd most read tabloid in Singapore?" and just reported last week in the news, EVERYONE was making losses because of the lack of advertising revenue and support. Apparently, the nexus from the common media like TV and newspaper was due to the advent of Internet where it has grown strongly to provide practically everything the common media can do like Online broadcasts, Online news and Online porn. As the media industry is reeling from the loss, the consumers are indeed glad for a change on what they see on their little black box as they had more choices. I think little people care whether the broadcasting stations win awards or make money, they just want to watch what pathethic local programs they can watch admist their holes in the pockets from travelling on MRT. Hence, the comeback where the score is now tied 2-2.
Now, the score was done for fun. But the implication here is serious. Who will win in the end? The government or the people. In a democracy, the government is a slave to the population as what they do is a public service as they are equally paid on par. The population put their trust onto the government and hence, whatever decision they make, we follow. We don't like it, we protest (to no avail, of course). The Singaporean governement in adopting the Western model of competitiveness might be too hasty, as the results are evident now.
Questions to think about. What will be next ? Will it be the education system or housing blocks? Will our taxes be affected next or will we see more foreign competitors? Sigh, where is the Singaporean governement leading us, and where will we end up next? Food for thought.
- Benjamin
Note: I did not meant this to be too overtly political, just a critical analysis from a normal Singaporean citizen who worries about his rice bowl and the colour of his underwear. I did not mention about our telecommunications industry but that is another whole new ball game worth exploring. Hope ya all are not bored by now.
The collapse of the Singapore economy.
Now that I have your attention. Where do you think the future lies ahead for Singapore? The new millenium beckons for new people. I normally don't talk about politics or economy as they are boring but since I have to write an article about it, might as well blabber my own slanted opinion towards what lies ahead for Singapore in a young simple-minded Singaporean.
Recent hype about competition made the news recently on the government's model on various industries. Let me give you a quick rundown if you ain't a Singaporean or a country bumpkin living on Kusu island and Straits Times is the timezone that you follow when you are on a kelong. Singapore has been a succesful developing nation, gaining strength day by day, reaching its peaks of economic success with flourishing trade and loads of imports and exports, money was flowing through PAP's white pockets in the early 1990s.
Well, then came the 1998 & 2002 recession slammed the middle-class Singaporean majority back to oblivion and PAP finally had to sweat their way through. With globalization upon their hands, PAP had to change their model of being a successful nation within the region but to be a global player. The fact is that this change was to to comply with our "Allies", that are mainly the Western powers. We have to adopt the GTO practices and hence, the operative word of this "World" model is "competitiveness".
Therefore, our government looked into the various sectors, opening up to foreign players but also restricting their boundaries in terms of controlling the local sector here. Then, came the reprecussions of this system which I will share with you later.
2 years ago, because of this "World" model, organizations have to be competitive by being TRANSPARENT in their accounting practics. So first came the banking industry. Singapore only wanted 3 main banks to operate in Singapore and the prescene of 6 banks was simply an eyesore for these men in white. The banks scramble to meet their dateline, merging left right and centre. As you all know, POSB merged with DBS and hence, by merging, they closed down a few branches, a few ATM machines that caused loads of inconvenience for us consumers. As they were reconsolidating, citizens had to suffer from moving their accounts, their life savings and their unit trusts to other banks swiftly and queues were formed, fights were resulted, more jail terms for these queuers, queuers pay money to government to let them out, so governement scores. 1-0.
Last month, came the medical industry. There were like 10 hospitals and a handful were private hospitals and boom! Bad publicity regarding expensive charges to citizens and wham! the price menu for breast implants and anal rectum openings went skyrocketing to become more competitive, in other words, cheaper for the consumer. Yeah !!! 1-1 an equalizer as consumers FINALLY gain something from a change in governement policy.
Then came the public transport model. Wow, this was a joker man. In 1996, The North-east line tender was only entitled to Tibs or SBS and the govt didnt allow SMRT to apply so as to make it "competitive". Recently, the transport minister said that they had to "re-think" this model as SBS was making heavy losses from the NEL and the minister was contemplating whether their choice was valid or not like they should have given it to SBS. Valid or not, this worsen the situation for the public. From what I gather, it seems that in order to get out of the red, SBS had to increase fares for those that travelled on the NEL line. Painful for the Seng Kang and Punggol people pockets. As the governement made a wrong choice in this decision, resulting in drastic reprecussions to the nation, they score another point as they disspaoint and aggitate people living in the north-east. Score, 2-1 to the government.
Now, being a media student myself, this was a painful paragraph to write. The media industry also reshuffled in the early 2000 to make way for competition like Channel U and Channel i and for MediaCorp, Streats. Then came the childish battle as you see on "Which is the 2nd most read tabloid in Singapore?" and just reported last week in the news, EVERYONE was making losses because of the lack of advertising revenue and support. Apparently, the nexus from the common media like TV and newspaper was due to the advent of Internet where it has grown strongly to provide practically everything the common media can do like Online broadcasts, Online news and Online porn. As the media industry is reeling from the loss, the consumers are indeed glad for a change on what they see on their little black box as they had more choices. I think little people care whether the broadcasting stations win awards or make money, they just want to watch what pathethic local programs they can watch admist their holes in the pockets from travelling on MRT. Hence, the comeback where the score is now tied 2-2.
Now, the score was done for fun. But the implication here is serious. Who will win in the end? The government or the people. In a democracy, the government is a slave to the population as what they do is a public service as they are equally paid on par. The population put their trust onto the government and hence, whatever decision they make, we follow. We don't like it, we protest (to no avail, of course). The Singaporean governement in adopting the Western model of competitiveness might be too hasty, as the results are evident now.
Questions to think about. What will be next ? Will it be the education system or housing blocks? Will our taxes be affected next or will we see more foreign competitors? Sigh, where is the Singaporean governement leading us, and where will we end up next? Food for thought.
- Benjamin
Note: I did not meant this to be too overtly political, just a critical analysis from a normal Singaporean citizen who worries about his rice bowl and the colour of his underwear. I did not mention about our telecommunications industry but that is another whole new ball game worth exploring. Hope ya all are not bored by now.
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