tml is the reopening of cck library. I like the new books and the new environment. It looks cosy and comfortable. The smell and feel of the new books is fantastic. However, i'm not looking forward to tml. Hope it will be over soon. The need to do a library tour for the MP of Hong Kah GRC, CE and director spooks me all over. All the big shots, I never liked to talk to people of high authority status. I just don't. When I was teaching, I try to siam away from the P and the VPs. Go TV and radio talk talk is no issue. Make me play solo for concert, I will be glad to. This, I just can't. They should just shoot me instead of making me go through this. Oh for Zhuang zhi's sake, save me from my greatest fear!

Adventure on Bukit Timah Road, Adams Road, PIE, Newton Circus, CTE, SLE and Ang Mo Kio Central!!!


So much for my long-winded title. I will remember this for the rest of my life, my misadvanture over the weekend. I was lucky to make it back home in one piece, after getting lost along the roads of Singapore.

There is so much thrill to getting lost and not knowing where you are, wat road next to take. Its one hell of a experience that is unforgettable. The lessons you learn from it will etched in my memory for as long as I live. Two things: always plan your route with the street directory, ask your friends for the road if not sure before setting off! Next always have a street directory with you.

For some reason, I decided to take the family car to orchard to meet a friend. Not realising what is in stored for me, I happily start the engine and get off to a smooth start. Driving is nothing, after going for go-karts, without my family's presence, i was taking a smooth cruise.

Now the whole hellish experience started when i took wrong turns, I was totally relying on my memory on the turns and roads and what nots. It turns out that i was wrong.

I took a wrong turn and ended up in adams road. Damn shit, getting to orchard was the last thing on my mind. No fucking shit idea where the hell i'm heading. Getting home is also a uncertainity.

Driving aimlessly, I had to make decisions and choices. Every turn i make, every road i ended up, every highway i'm travelling on becomes extremely crucial. Plus, the adrenaline boost comes when my fuel indicator shows that i have a quarter tank left. I have no idea how much more distance i can travel. My first time driving by myself, and coming to think about it, I was pretty brave to wanna drive on that day.

Putting myself into such a situation, I had to think fast. I was on CTE, things look bad, i'm travelling to ang mo kio, to the central instead. I figured out that I must make the nearest exit and asked for directions and get some gas. That turns out to be the right choice.

I was in a totally unfarmiliar place. I was in Ang Mo Kio central. I saw lots of coffee shops. I have to stop at one and ask for directions.

Two things, where is the petrol kiosk and what highway to get to go back to BKE?

The directions given were not exact. You have to be really observant and alert. I was told to drive straight but it turns out that the kiosk is at the other side of the road, I had to take a u-turn to get there.

Here comes Mr Bean episode, At the petrol Kiosk! The attendent alerted me that the cover of the fuel tank is locked. I saw my father pulled a lever or something before, but I had the slightest idea where it was. I started pulling everything that could be pulled. That includes the engine hood lever, which suddenly flung itself to life. Folllowed by the seat rest, which sways backwards with my weight on it. Everything else moves, except the stubborn tank cover. I could see the stare and bewilderment from the attendent, who might probably doubt if I own the car. I won't be surprised if they start whispering among themselves, with one of them hastily making his way for the phone and the next minute, the police sirens roars and i'm arrested for car theft. What could be funnier if the police officer who steps out of the car is my friend, Officer Chen? He could laugh so much that he starts rolling on the floor and give me an escort home.

That was it. I had to get home. Forget about orchard road. I was on SLE, thanks to more confirmation from other people. SLE is pretty straighforward. I just to go straight all the way, not to be fooled by any other exits that pops out unless its BKE.

The first thing I did on monday, was to get the fucking street directory. With a traumatic experience like that, I would never want to get lost again. And I'm sulky that i couldn't get to orchard. I couldn't take that kind of failure and humiliation so I shall take on the roads again one day and get to orchard. But at least, if someone ever wants to meet me at Ang Mo kio, I had no problems going there. All I have to do is to take the wrong turn at Newton round-about.

More self-discipline please!

I have to remind myself, on my blog to maintain and keep up my self-discipline. Procrastination, laziness and punctuality is my three key weaknesses. I seem to enjoy piling up my work and using MSN at work. This is damn bad. Please scold me if any of you see me online during working hours. I have work to do actually but I just can't help myself but go online and chitty chatty. This bad habit carries forward from NUS days and still manifests itself until this very day. No MSN! No MSN! No more MSN during office hours. Listen music instead if feel the urge to log on. No more MSN! Hoping that I can psycho myself with this entry.

Until recently, yes, I highlight that it was at such a late phase of life, that I have a taste and experience of what happens behind closed door, closed doors of the chitty-chatty among the lovely ladies.

One thing that I'm aware of, is of how girls talk much more than guys. The fascinating discovery of the variety of conversational topics is as great as Fleming's discovery of penicillin to me.

We guys, I mean among my guy friends, our rather constricted scope of small talk, will revolve around how Ronaldo dribbles and scores. Our faces slapped with disappoinment, as we talk about another major upset, Arsenal losing to Stoke City. Then there will be a moment of silence, as we slip down our favourite ale. Oh yes, german light brew is soothing, try brewerkz too, they have got great beer. Guys like me need a moment of silence, where we get to enjoy just being out there, in a pub, drinking. We can't talk all the time, filling every single minute, every single second. Enough of the chat, let me savour my tantalizing ale, please.

I have every reason to believe that our right hemisphere of the brain, involved in speech, is not as developed our female counter-parts. I look at the econ-mini mart auntie at the void deck next block. And she becomes my criteria to judge how gossipy a women can be. In her forties, with her black framed glasses, everything seems to be be interesting to talk about. One thing, she's got a big mouth, i mean literally, like Mo Xiao Ling. So big mouth really carries that negative connoctation, as in a big mouth person, is really "big mouthed". Everytime I see a person who fits the econ auntie, the bearing and her appearance, I can safely conclude that they are of the same class of elites.

Our dearest female counterparts possess such acute observational skills and verbal capacity to talk at such details. I admire such talents, sincerely from the bottom of my heart. Their eye catch such fine details that would have escaped my eye, and they actually remembered it. Recollecting the event itself seems like it happened a few mins ago, even if it could have been a couple of months. Ask them to write a book, I think no problem on that.

Scientists should develop that acumen too, for them to make more interesting discovery. Such fine skills could take me a life-time to perfect.

The importance of having more than one computer

As much as I thought, computers are not as incredible as it seems to be. The promise to deliver is to be not taken for granted. Computers are invented by humans, and how far can it go with that in mind? Humans make mistakes too, and we should be more forgiving to computers.

Always have a back-up, this is one valuable lesson not to be forgotten. With one desktop and a laptop, a office PC, external hardrive and a thumbdrive, things should go pretty well.

My home desktop keeps displaying the CMOS at start-up. The time and date gets reset everytime I shut down my computer. My internet browser turns nasty and mean, displaying a window saying that the certificate of the website is outdated and denies my access. When did the culture of Singaporeans reverence for certification qualification became so pervasive? Even IE 7 is demanding for certificates nowadays! I think the site only has up to O-level, that's why I can't access. That is a great insult to MSN messenger mail. It is one of the many sites that pops up the irritating obstruction.

My virus scans detects a vital software as a virus, a crime as heinous as calling a guy who just done llife-saving CPR on you a leacher.

Owing to computers, we have new job opportunities for maintainence, making sure it works all well and runs smooth.

Remember to extend your warranty on computer products to 3 yrs instead of one. Saves you lots of trouble to buy a new one every year!

The last thing I want to hear from myself is that I'm exhausted by work. I will never want work to dominate my life at this point of time. Not to say i want to slack, but exhaustion means overwork. That's not the kind of life it should be. Its a crazy mentality out there. Overwork=That's the way it should be. Tired from work=Good.

"How's work?"

"So far so good."

"Good, can give you more work."

"..........."

Next time I will say:"Wah, very stress ah.. so much work to do ah...wah i'm working to my limit. My hands r tied leh...."

I needed that kind of therapy. Feeling tired and lethargic, it was nice and worthwhile trip to east coast park. Though distant, I like the sea breeze, the beach, the sea itself and the waves. I have always enjoyed to just watch what people are doing. That's call idling, and my neighbour's cat does that all the time.

Every morning, when I just step off my house, the orange felline can be seen at the door, lying and watching me from the comfort of its mat. It observed my every movement with its rather large eyes, and it looked relaxed. Perhaps that explains the affinity and attraction I have for cats. They seem like one of the creatures which know how to slack and be lazy.

I spent half my day at east coast, loving every minute of it. I felt so much more rejuvenated and energised after that. Ever more ready to get back to work.

I abused my way with words, twist and turn it into some grandeur and magnificent. what insanity to cover up nudity as art. wa ha ha


the curvature and serpentine figure is of the rite degree to offer aesthetic pleasure.......
her pose is natural and yet evocative.
there r many modes of connecting oneself to the soul of the art. one would be via the sense of touch, that we find ourselves drawn to the richness and deptness of the masterpiece.

Hell lot of nonsense

tml morning 97.2fm radio talk show. Its with fen ying again, this time i'm more prepared, i noe what to do, and i noe how its gonna be like. My superior wants me to be media specialist. No issue, just go on and keep on trying until I got the hang of it. Surely, it gets better with more tries. Its coming fri and i'm running out of steam. I need to go to keat hong for recharging. And of course the Xiao Yao You concert! Some alcohol will just do fine to end the nite.

On beauty and appreciating beauty

What defines beauty and what not defines beauty? What is beautiful and what is ugly? This is one of the burning questions I have always habour. I cannot understand how a piece of art or visual specatacle is defined and judged upon. It is subjective, some say but then the question remains unsolved. Is it pleasing to the eye. If you find something pleasing, it is beautiful? So what makes it pleasing. John Armstrong provides some insightful claims to the notion of beauty. Well put across, John claims that beauty is recognised yet so elusive as we try to describe the beauty. So the nature of beauty may not be put across in words so easily. Maybe not.

John's work attempts to instill clarity and explainations to the notion of beauty, enabling us to appreciate beauty. His book put across certain theories proposed by the intellectuals of the past. Pythagoras, clearly impressed by numbers and figures, talks about proportion as the nature of beauty. A certain degree of curvage can be seen as beauty. Functionality can be beauty too. But no perfect theory that fits all observations.

The beauty of John's work, as I came to appreciate, is his attempt to explain subjectivity in appreciating art. Well constructed with such clarity, like a crystal clear lake that allows one to see to the bottom of things, I'm deeply impressed and satisfied with his theory. That subjectivity, the taste of arts, of why different people have different opinion of a piece of artwork, is rather based on a person's character and his perception of things. now the perception of things is not simply reduced to subjectivity, of how different people have different views on things but in terms of his trained eye for details. as he explains, Some people are sensitive, the eye captures details whereas some do not. those who can, spot the details in the object is able to capture the essence and to understand the piece. those who dont merely pass it off and cease to appreciate the work. To appreciate, one must look close enough, hard enough, look for the details: the balance and mixture of colours, the lines and curvatures, the background and the foreground. The emotion and the expression of the protraits can be expressed through the eye and the posture of the character.

With the Singapore Biennale ongoing, I'm rather keen to be on a lookout for the exhibits. Yet contemporary art is something rather new to me. The experience to this new untouched field is going to be interesting . not to say that i have become a qualified critique overnite but I can say that Armstrong's theories is good enough to me to craft some new means of appreciation. I will look forward to the surprises installed for the visitors.

Xia suay now better than xia suay when u r a lao jiao. That's what I live by. In the past, I really dread making mistakes and so avoid certain situations when I will be prone to making mistake. No use one, still the problem will surface sooner or later. Tml, I will be the speaker for a short talk. Big boss around, nvm... just go and show face, talk nonsense and speak gibberish. If I embarass myself, just take it la. At nite, go drink, get drunk, go and puke, forget everything... next day a fresh and brand new day.

Ah yah, 97.2 FM again ah.... talk cock, sing song again loh...

Y am i writing like that today, har? Crazy man!

Many a times, its the simple stories that touch the hearts. I share a story that I heard from a workshop. And this moving story touches me deeply.

Its master Professor Ueno, loves Hachiko alot. "Good Dog, Hachiko. You are the best dog in the all of Japan."

Everyday, Hachiko sees Professor Ueno off to work at the Shibuya Station and would return to the station to accompany Professor Ueno returning from work. What a smart dog Hachiko is!

But one day, Professor Ueno did not come back from work. Haciko waits and waits, only for the station master to chase him away. Hachiko comes back the next day again to wait for Professor Ueno.

Hachiko waits. Professor Ueno had died of a heart attack at work. Hachiko does not understand. All he knows is that Professor Ueno knock off at 3pm so without fail, Hachiko waits faithfully for his return.

Not even Yasuo, the young boy who takes care of Hachiko could convince Hachiko.

Now 10 yrs has past, Hachiko waits. And he died on that very spot, where he waited for Professor Ueno, at the Shibuya station.

Hachiko shows us the very gems of life: loyalty, devotion and love. So rare it is, so precious this is that it moves us deeply and touch our heart. People at the station all knew about Hachiko's tale. They decided to build a monument to commerate him. I heard that couples in Japan propose in front of Hachiko's statue. If ever I have a chance to go Japan, I must go to the Shibuya station to see for myself Hachiko's statue.

Hmmm...... wonder what r some of the stuffs i can do after work to occupy myself. I don't really like the idea of watching tv to sleep. Some kind of excercise should be good. Its not tat easy to find sports khaki nowadays. Trekking, cycling, swimming, tennis? It's tricky. This are mostly day sports. Is there something known as nite sports? Also quite boring to do sports alone loh.........

My my, that thought has never crossed my mind. I mean what?!?! I becoming a father and have a child that will bear some kind of resemblance to me. Oh man, that turns me off. I must say when you ask me to make a choice I prefer kittens to babies. I don't know what to do in front of the toddlers that people will find cute. Well, at least I know how to play with a kitten, a nice pat on its head, it comes to you and sticks to you, rubbing its body against your legs. I wouldn't know what to do with a human infant. I'm at lost.

I can't make that kind of funny faces. Just cant't, and don't want to. I'm glad that my sis agrees with me that babies are not as fun as kittens. At least to this point of time, that's wat i think.

And so I come into contact with another person who numbs herself with being busy. I'm not too convinced that this is the right way of life. Not that she whines about loneliness has to do with that but I decided to give it a little thought and ponder about the kind of life most ideal. I don't think its a overstatement to say that people keep themselves busy so that they don't feel bored. And then that boredom could have a lot to do with loneliness though they are two different things.

Tried and tested, I realise something lacking in a lifestyle like this. I recollect the moments in NUS, that I decided to make full use of my time by getting myself into one busy man. 6 modules in one sem, 2 tuition assignments to go along with this delicious menu of no time to myself. Y? Because I got nothing to do with the time I have for myself! It's a good way to drain yourself so that you stop thinking bout loneliness. It cures the symptoms but not the disease. At the end of the day, you will be damned tired so that you won't even have time for any negative thoughts. But looking back, there is some sense of lost and disorientation. What was that all for? I asked myself. I don't think I was satisfied at anything at the end of the day. I wasn't particularly exhilarated or anything. I don't think I feel the rewards from it. One sem felt like half a sem, that's just how it feels. I wonder is that how life should be?

So I have learnt that life is not about keeping yourself occupied for the sake of keeping yourself occupied. And I have realised that work is not the solution to happiness too. Toiling all day long is not the way of life. Work life and personal life balance is crucial. Those who commit too much time to work seems to me not an ideal kind of life. Those who enjoy too much and not committed to work is not having a right life style too. Its about finding the right balance.

Hang on to your seat and have a good grip with your steering wheel. You will need a good dose of courage to stimulate the speed devil in you. Go-kart is one hell of an experience. Don't be fooled by the run-down look of the miniature kart. It may seem a little kiddish from its looks but it sure can go fast. A truly thrilling experience, you have a feel of how it will be like when you are in for the speed. As you pump up the acceleration, the engine roars, the kart vibrates and everything around you starts to go pass you faster. The speed comes with the control; it's a test of skills and guts, to go fast at the corners and yet maintaing control. As i attempt to mimic the moves in the shows and movies of drifting and driving without breaking, I realise it seems easy but hard to do in reality. My kart started spinning out of control when I negotiate a sharp bend with full speed. Nevertheless I enjoyed the experience of speeding, it's something worth to try again in the future.

I have long wanted to write this post. In it, I shall pour out all the contents and left nothing behind. So often we whine about, make a big fuss about it, and we just can't seem to get it right. No no, we are not desperate, there's a clear distinction between despair and desire.

Everytime I read Sumiko's rantings, I can't help to feel that we could be good friends, maybe she can even be my next god-sister. Oh yes, Sumiko writes on the Strait Times column. Both of us have something in common, that we make a big fuss out of loneliness and our self-consciousness and anxiety escalates to such high levels that we are almost narcissistic. It is self-comforting to some extent that there's someone out there who is like me, but it's not something one can smile and be proud about.

Back to loneliness, I wonder why is it so hard for me to tell myself to get on with my life. Sumiko is in her 30s, she has every reason to feel left out when her friends are, settled with their own family. Not that I'm the only one single among my friends but then again, it just doesn't make it feel any better. Life's kind of boring, really quite dull. A companion makes the journey much more enjoyable, all my friends agree with the notion except for a few, but finding that companion is a big question.

Please guys, how can I buy that? That you are fine with being single! Pretentious cunning people you are! You self-decieving, this doesn't fool me. It always happen. You say you not interested and that next minute you got attached. Crap shit!

Stop saying that when the moment is right, the right girl will come. So what, chio bus will fall from the sky and end up on my lap?!?!

I went for a SDU organised event with a guy friend, for a paint ball and go-kart event. The main point is not that I'm joining a SDU event. Now what i'm gonna say next, is that I didn't expect the crowd to be made up of mainly people in their 30s. Hmmmm..... misfits!!!!!!! But nope that's not the main point either. How do I find the activity? My most sincere answer: Good, but I sure hope I don't end up going SDU when I'm in my 30s. I have got 5 more years, counting down now............

Love it! I can't control myself when it comes to high school musical. Its something I will go wild over. Once, me and my friend started playing the song and started dancing on the road like we are in some kind of musical. We were out of control for that short moment.

The movie is showing in Oct and I won't miss it. Sharpay, u r simply lovely!

blogskins.com is a bad place to find blog skin. My current blog skin stinks. It does not induce my appetite for blogging. Its so uninviting.

Walt disney channel tween sensation hannah montanah alias miley cyrus is on the news again. She released a new album, breaking away from the teenage genre and trying to get everyone not to see her as the little girl she is. First racy photos, then breaking away from her iconic disney symbol of good and nice down-to-earth girl . Bad news. Look at britney spear's "not a girl, not yet a women". Screwed man, those who's eager to show themselves to be mature tend to be going towards the downhill of their career as well. Good luck miley, the media will be gloating over your misadventures!