In a little under 3 hours, I'll be headed to the airport and bugging out for a week to a place where there is no internet, and my handphone will not work.
Cut off from the outside world, and all forms of communication, it's just me, myself and I. This should get pretty interesting, and I am looking forward to reaquint myself with the man in the mirror, and behind the eyelids.
Here's my thought of the day. When you're off from the things like your work, your interests, your significant other, the people around you, your culture and your worldly possessions, do you still know yourself?
At night, when the eyes close, and you're alone with yourself without distraction and form, who do you see? And more importantly, how do you feel about that person?
This promises to be a very interesting week.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
WTF!
Why is the post that I put in THIS MORNING not on my blog yet?!!!?! 5 FUCKING HOURS!
I want my old blogger back! WAHHHHH!!!
And now, back to your regularly scheduled, moderately intellectual program.
I want my old blogger back! WAHHHHH!!!
And now, back to your regularly scheduled, moderately intellectual program.
The 4 Kinds of People
From a book by Timothy Zahn,
There are 4 types of people in the world.
He who knows not, and knows not that he knows not.
He is a fool. Shun him
He who knows not, and knows that he knows not.
He is simple. Teach him.
He who knows, and knows not that he knows.
He is asleep. Wake him.
He who knows, and knows that he knows.
He is wise. Follow him.
So which are you?
There are 4 types of people in the world.
He who knows not, and knows not that he knows not.
He is a fool. Shun him
He who knows not, and knows that he knows not.
He is simple. Teach him.
He who knows, and knows not that he knows.
He is asleep. Wake him.
He who knows, and knows that he knows.
He is wise. Follow him.
So which are you?
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
The God Complex
First things first. Thanks Bev, for introducing me to this concept. Ever since that fateful day in my office, over MSN, I have been using the term incessantly.
First up, What IS the God Complex?
The sum of all human knowledge, Wikipedia, puts it thus,
"A god complex is a colloquial term used to portray a perceived character flaw as if it were a 'psychological complex'. The person who is said to have a 'god complex' can act so arrogantly that he might as well believe he is a god or appointed to act by a god. It is also often called the Messianic complex."
Being practical, I just diagnose the the symptoms: -
a. An overwhelming desire to shoulder all one perceives to be wrong with the world, and thus thinking that it is that person's own responsibility.
b. Thinking that one has the ability to take all that responsibility upon himself (it's the non gender-specific him I'm using. You're not off the hook, ladies.)
c. Feeling damn guilty when the perceived responsibility is not fulfilled.
Sounds familiar?
In the course of 4 years of work, I have come to the conclusion that you can only do something for the someone, IF the other person wants it.
In my books, three time's the charm. I offer once, twice, thrice, if there's no response? I let it be.
Oh, that's not to say I cut myself off. The help's available, but now it's passive. You need, you come to me. If not, well you're on your own.
Do I feel guilty? No. I might feel sorry for you if it was something that can be salvaged with the information I had, but I sure as hell ain't gonna stick my nose where it's not wanted, or cram my help down somebody's throat.
On the flip side, I still have remnants of ego in me. It's still hard for me to open my mouth and ask for help, but I have learnt through MUCH pain, that pride is a fucking expensive commodity to have, and ultimately worthless.
Buying dinners and teh tariks are much, MUCH cheaper. And strangely, in getting my ass kicked and learning, self-awareness and clarity really are kinda liberating.
First up, What IS the God Complex?
The sum of all human knowledge, Wikipedia, puts it thus,
"A god complex is a colloquial term used to portray a perceived character flaw as if it were a 'psychological complex'. The person who is said to have a 'god complex' can act so arrogantly that he might as well believe he is a god or appointed to act by a god. It is also often called the Messianic complex."
Being practical, I just diagnose the the symptoms: -
a. An overwhelming desire to shoulder all one perceives to be wrong with the world, and thus thinking that it is that person's own responsibility.
b. Thinking that one has the ability to take all that responsibility upon himself (it's the non gender-specific him I'm using. You're not off the hook, ladies.)
c. Feeling damn guilty when the perceived responsibility is not fulfilled.
Sounds familiar?
In the course of 4 years of work, I have come to the conclusion that you can only do something for the someone, IF the other person wants it.
In my books, three time's the charm. I offer once, twice, thrice, if there's no response? I let it be.
Oh, that's not to say I cut myself off. The help's available, but now it's passive. You need, you come to me. If not, well you're on your own.
Do I feel guilty? No. I might feel sorry for you if it was something that can be salvaged with the information I had, but I sure as hell ain't gonna stick my nose where it's not wanted, or cram my help down somebody's throat.
On the flip side, I still have remnants of ego in me. It's still hard for me to open my mouth and ask for help, but I have learnt through MUCH pain, that pride is a fucking expensive commodity to have, and ultimately worthless.
Buying dinners and teh tariks are much, MUCH cheaper. And strangely, in getting my ass kicked and learning, self-awareness and clarity really are kinda liberating.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Photo Quirks
Every year, my family gets together and takes a picture that goes onto the wall of my grandmother's place.
Every single year, I ask the same 2 questions.
Really, guys. These are digital cameras. Why do we need 6 cameras for just ONE shot? I mean, really. Last time, when the cameras used film and Kodak owned half the world,I can understand. If everyone wants a copy, EMAIL dammit!
And the other question is, does it REALLY matter which camera you're looking at first? I seriously seriously doubt when you look at the photo, eyeball deflections of 0.23125 degrees will be noticed. You know what, just for the heck of it, I'll look at the camera on the left, while the one on the right goes off. That'll REALLY screw with the picture. HAH!
That aside, it's pretty good to see the rest of the family. That, and oh the food, the food!
Every single year, I ask the same 2 questions.
Really, guys. These are digital cameras. Why do we need 6 cameras for just ONE shot? I mean, really. Last time, when the cameras used film and Kodak owned half the world,I can understand. If everyone wants a copy, EMAIL dammit!
And the other question is, does it REALLY matter which camera you're looking at first? I seriously seriously doubt when you look at the photo, eyeball deflections of 0.23125 degrees will be noticed. You know what, just for the heck of it, I'll look at the camera on the left, while the one on the right goes off. That'll REALLY screw with the picture. HAH!
That aside, it's pretty good to see the rest of the family. That, and oh the food, the food!
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
What's Love Gotta Do With It
Welcome to the season of hearts, flowers and everything pink and fluffy.
Bah humbug.
Truth be told, Valentine's has never been easy for me.
When I have somebody, it's the stress of getting a Valentine's day present, and then stressing on dinner reservations, and then wondering if I'm actually gonna be able to survive the rest of the month after splurging.
When I don't, it's one of the rare times in a year that I actually feel lonely.
Anyways, here are some things that I wonder about this whole Valentine's Day thing:
1. Why are GUYS the ones that have to do everything?
Here, ladies. You try planning everything and have the entire retail industry gang up on ya while you're trying to make your man smile, and let's see how YOU like it.
2. However much the gal says "there's no need for flowers", she's not gonna say no to them.
Know how boys have pissing competitions? This might be the one time a year, where the ladies go "mine's bigger than yours. HA!"
3. Now exactly HOW many good ideas do you have?
Think about it. How often do you have to come up with something unique? Birthdays, Christmas, yearly anniversaries, monthly anniversaries, Valentine's, A random pampering out of the blue... Presents, flowers, food places, activities.
Unless he or she's a professional party planner, how long before any normal man, woman or child runs out of good ideas? (David Tuttera is gay btw, and he's got an entire team to back him up. Ask the executive director of HIS show if he ever misses his boyfriend's birthday.
4. Escalating expectations
Let's face it. Men are not only easily satisfied, the majority of us take the BBQ mentality to a relationship. In other words, it's a big ass burn at the start, settling into a slow, consistent grill.
Women, on the other hand, take the forest-fire mentality. Start with a spark, and then it gradually develops over time, bigger and bigger till the entire forest's consumed. Give in to her every whim and pleasure, and chances are, it won't be long before you have to pull a Bruce Almighty, and actually bring the moon down from the sky.
5. Too much of a good thing.
The Chinese have a saying, "Shark's fin every day, and you'll get bored." Let's face it. Humans are a forgetful, ungrateful lot. Never changed from the time of the pharoahs and Isrealites, not gonna change now. Men AND women often don't learn the value of something until it's gone.
Remember and celebrate all the holidays and sooner or later, you're gonna get bored of it. In my words to a friend, it's called "spoiling your own market". Go figure.
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And yet, in spite of all this, we men, the dumber of the species, would do virtually anything, just to see the one we love, gasp in surprise and smile, if only for an instant. Yeah, we're clueless, silly and often unimaginative.
Our one redeeming quality? That we love you, and I reckon that makes up for a lot of it, eh? So forget the trappings, forget the things that we do or don't, the times we piss each other off, the stupid, dorky presents or the lack thereof, and just focus on that, eh?
Happy Valentine's everyone.
Bah humbug.
Truth be told, Valentine's has never been easy for me.
When I have somebody, it's the stress of getting a Valentine's day present, and then stressing on dinner reservations, and then wondering if I'm actually gonna be able to survive the rest of the month after splurging.
When I don't, it's one of the rare times in a year that I actually feel lonely.
Anyways, here are some things that I wonder about this whole Valentine's Day thing:
1. Why are GUYS the ones that have to do everything?
Here, ladies. You try planning everything and have the entire retail industry gang up on ya while you're trying to make your man smile, and let's see how YOU like it.
2. However much the gal says "there's no need for flowers", she's not gonna say no to them.
Know how boys have pissing competitions? This might be the one time a year, where the ladies go "mine's bigger than yours. HA!"
3. Now exactly HOW many good ideas do you have?
Think about it. How often do you have to come up with something unique? Birthdays, Christmas, yearly anniversaries, monthly anniversaries, Valentine's, A random pampering out of the blue... Presents, flowers, food places, activities.
Unless he or she's a professional party planner, how long before any normal man, woman or child runs out of good ideas? (David Tuttera is gay btw, and he's got an entire team to back him up. Ask the executive director of HIS show if he ever misses his boyfriend's birthday.
4. Escalating expectations
Let's face it. Men are not only easily satisfied, the majority of us take the BBQ mentality to a relationship. In other words, it's a big ass burn at the start, settling into a slow, consistent grill.
Women, on the other hand, take the forest-fire mentality. Start with a spark, and then it gradually develops over time, bigger and bigger till the entire forest's consumed. Give in to her every whim and pleasure, and chances are, it won't be long before you have to pull a Bruce Almighty, and actually bring the moon down from the sky.
5. Too much of a good thing.
The Chinese have a saying, "Shark's fin every day, and you'll get bored." Let's face it. Humans are a forgetful, ungrateful lot. Never changed from the time of the pharoahs and Isrealites, not gonna change now. Men AND women often don't learn the value of something until it's gone.
Remember and celebrate all the holidays and sooner or later, you're gonna get bored of it. In my words to a friend, it's called "spoiling your own market". Go figure.
-------------------
And yet, in spite of all this, we men, the dumber of the species, would do virtually anything, just to see the one we love, gasp in surprise and smile, if only for an instant. Yeah, we're clueless, silly and often unimaginative.
Our one redeeming quality? That we love you, and I reckon that makes up for a lot of it, eh? So forget the trappings, forget the things that we do or don't, the times we piss each other off, the stupid, dorky presents or the lack thereof, and just focus on that, eh?
Happy Valentine's everyone.
Sometimes We Cry
Long time ago, I heard the title of this song in a bar in Myanmmar, in the company of one local, 5 other interns and a Singaporean archeologist whose greatest joy was shocking other Singaporeans.
I took to it immediately.
First, cos Tom Jones sang it, and Sexbomb was damn hot at the time. I am shallow, so sue me.
And second, cos the song title was meant something to me at the time. Still does.
I made a note on my notebook (the paper kind, Myanmmar bans anybody from bringing handphones and laptops into the country) and when I came back to Singapore, I hunted for it. Took damn long, but when I heard the song in its entirety, it was worth it.
So friends, here it is. Not a chart topper, but one of my favourite songs of all time. Enjoy.
I took to it immediately.
First, cos Tom Jones sang it, and Sexbomb was damn hot at the time. I am shallow, so sue me.
And second, cos the song title was meant something to me at the time. Still does.
I made a note on my notebook (the paper kind, Myanmmar bans anybody from bringing handphones and laptops into the country) and when I came back to Singapore, I hunted for it. Took damn long, but when I heard the song in its entirety, it was worth it.
So friends, here it is. Not a chart topper, but one of my favourite songs of all time. Enjoy.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Cybersex
Now you can make that EXTRA connection with your loved ones online. The Sinulator is a vibrator that plugs into your USB port.
I wonder when Nokia is gonna come incorporate this lil baby into its mobile phones, and give you TRUE 3G interaction.
I wonder when Nokia is gonna come incorporate this lil baby into its mobile phones, and give you TRUE 3G interaction.
My Secret Spot.
I have an anti-social side.
Right. Now that you stopped laughing your arses off, let me repeat that.
There is a part of me that craves being alone. Somebody told me once that the more extroverted someone is, the more withdrawn that person will be when he or she goes into isolation. That somebody was smack on the money.
Remember the old Enid Blyton novels, where the children will always have a private place they can call their own, where they'll run to whenever they need time out from the rest of the world?
Can't build treehouses in Singapore, and I very much doubt there are any secret caves or deserted buildings. The nearest one is rumoured to be haunted, and in the middle of a barren field. Definitely more Stephen King than Enid Blyton.
Still, I make do. When I was in secondary school, I'd go early to Judo training and I'll explore the school, to find a place where nobody would find me. My own private corner if you will, my bolt hole, where I can go to and not have to entertain anyone, to be alone with my thoughts. Found a couple that even the most amorous of teenage couples won't stumble across.
I found another spot in the JC I went to, and another when I was in the army.
In university, I was caught up with the social life, and I moved to Sengkang. Never really saw the need to have a quiet spot till today.
So I went exploring again. Alone. Still haven't found my spot yet, but I reckon I will. The neighbourhood is long overdue for exploration, and I have a feeling that I may be in need of another sanctuary before long.
Right. Now that you stopped laughing your arses off, let me repeat that.
There is a part of me that craves being alone. Somebody told me once that the more extroverted someone is, the more withdrawn that person will be when he or she goes into isolation. That somebody was smack on the money.
Remember the old Enid Blyton novels, where the children will always have a private place they can call their own, where they'll run to whenever they need time out from the rest of the world?
Can't build treehouses in Singapore, and I very much doubt there are any secret caves or deserted buildings. The nearest one is rumoured to be haunted, and in the middle of a barren field. Definitely more Stephen King than Enid Blyton.
Still, I make do. When I was in secondary school, I'd go early to Judo training and I'll explore the school, to find a place where nobody would find me. My own private corner if you will, my bolt hole, where I can go to and not have to entertain anyone, to be alone with my thoughts. Found a couple that even the most amorous of teenage couples won't stumble across.
I found another spot in the JC I went to, and another when I was in the army.
In university, I was caught up with the social life, and I moved to Sengkang. Never really saw the need to have a quiet spot till today.
So I went exploring again. Alone. Still haven't found my spot yet, but I reckon I will. The neighbourhood is long overdue for exploration, and I have a feeling that I may be in need of another sanctuary before long.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
In This Corner...
@#$#%&$%$^$%^!!!
I don't wanna change to the new Blogger edition!!!!
I want it my old Blogger back!
WAHHH!!!!!!!
And now that this moment of juvenile tantrum throwing is over, how the hell do I work these damn widgets...
I don't wanna change to the new Blogger edition!!!!
I want it my old Blogger back!
WAHHH!!!!!!!
And now that this moment of juvenile tantrum throwing is over, how the hell do I work these damn widgets...
Friday, February 09, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
The Definition of Faith
Now faith is the SUBSTANCE of things hoped for, the EVIDENCE of things not seen.
That's all we really need to know about it, really.
Reckon when we were kids, we had an enormous storehouse of faith. Anything's possible, partly cos we don't know better, and partly cos there was so many new and wonderful things.
Question, who's to say that we were wrong when we were children, and that we are more right now, even though we KNOW so much more now?
That's all we really need to know about it, really.
Reckon when we were kids, we had an enormous storehouse of faith. Anything's possible, partly cos we don't know better, and partly cos there was so many new and wonderful things.
Question, who's to say that we were wrong when we were children, and that we are more right now, even though we KNOW so much more now?
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Magnetic Ribbons
Now Mr. Bush, would you please take a look at this and stop the FUCKING, idiotic war?
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