Monday, 31 March 2008

The Revival Of The Toon

Tottenham 1-4 Newcastle

It was really on the cards. When Newcastle tucked Fulham away 2-0 at home, the signs were there. Keegan's back in the driving seat, and Newcastle are playing 4-3-3 just like the bloody exciting good ol' days.

And now this, away from home to an illustrious team like Spurs. Hahar! Well faith has paid off after the last few years of despairing darkness. It feels great to be a Toon Army fan all over again. :]

Q: Why do so many housewives love Newcastle?
A: Cos they stay on top for ages and then come second.

Q: What is black and white, black and white and black and white?
A: A Newcastle fan rolling down a hill.

Fire brigade phones Bobby Robson in the early hours of Sunday morning: "Sir Bobby, St James Park is on fire!"
"The cups man! Save the cups!" replies Sir Bobby.
"Well... The fire hasn't spread to the canteen yet, sir."

Q: Why do they call Bobby Robson Hitler?
A: Because he cant win in Europe either.

Q. What's the difference between the Toon keeper and a taxi driver?
A. A taxi driver will only let in four at a time.

Why do Geordie Supporters have Moustaches?
A: So they can look like their Mothers.

Q: What do Toon fans and laxatives have in common?
A: Both irritate the absolute crap out of you.

Quasimodo asks Esmeralda, "Am I really the ugliest bastard in the world?"
"Why don't you go upstairs to the Magic Mirror and ask?" says Esmeralda.
Quasimodo goes upstairs to the mirror and returns a few minutes later.
As he hobbles in Esmeralda asks, "Well, what did the mirror say?"
To which Quasimodo replies, "Who's Peter Beardsley?"

Audio Candy:
Silverstein - Smile In Your Sleep

Sunday, 30 March 2008

The Soccermania! Fairytale

Went to NUS for Soccermania! today to play for Likoon's team. I invited Ayam, the goalkeeper from one of our opponent teams during saturday soccer games, to come and keep goal for us. And Edmund and Rajesh were there, old timer pals, all of us playing for the same team. There was some really good competition today and I thought it was a pity I couldn't get the usual soccer guys down, but today was somewhat incredible in its own way.

There were 6 groups and each group had 4 teams so each team plays 3 qualifying games.

I sat out the first game with Rajesh and watched as Edmund, Likoon and co. got whooped by a really lousy team 2-0. It was horrendous - not so much on the people side but there was no structure to the play at all, which meant that we couldn't attack nor defend. They clearly lacked competition experience. So I told them that we had to man-mark, first of all, because in street soccer that's just the way it is. Zonal's suicide.

I played the second game and we ended up drawing 0-0. Not good, I thought. For 3 matches in qualifying, having no wins by your 2nd game sounds very very bleak.

But Likoon did the math and found out that we still had a chance, as long as none of the other teams win - i.e. the next 2 matches end up as draws - and we win our last qualifying game.

Our match was the very last one in the group stages, so we sat through 2 nail-biting games. And it was so fscking incredible and miraculous the way the next 2 games unfolded that I actually wonder if it was all rigged or something.

Although the chance of qualifying was there, we thought it was quite a slim chance because in the next 2 matches our opponents were gonna play (we shall call them crunch game A and crunch game B), there exists 1 much stronger team each so the likelihood of at least 1 team winning in the next 2 matches is very high.

But what happened next was baffling to say the least.

As expected for crunch game A, Strong Team A scored; 1-0. Then Weak Team A made a rare foray into the opponent's half and Strong Team A's keeper had to come out early to meet a 50-50 challenge with Weak Team A's striker. The keeper got to the ball first but ended up kicking the ball up high in the air just above him. As the ball came down, he failed to catch it and it hit his tummy (he is seriously fat) and went straight into the goal. Talk about bizarre! Strong Team A then launched a barrage of attacks but Weak Team A held out. Final score for crunch game A: 1-1.

Crunch game B wasn't so bizarre, but we had to sit through 10mins of heavy attacking from Strong Team B and desperate defending from Weak Team B. Final score: 0-0.

Well, cool then. The stage was set for us to get the win to qualify (a draw wouldn't suffice). But we were clearly underdogs, not only in the tournament, but especially against this team we were up against.

I dunno exactly why but the opponent team was perhaps slacking off or off-form or something, so we didn't get attacked as much as we thought we would be. In fact, we started carving out half-chances of our own (although they were obviously superior and dominating possession). Then suddenly, we received a free kick at the edge of the penalty area for a dubious foul on one of my team mates. Nobody thought anything of it; not us, not even the opponent team, to their detriment. Instead of shooting, my teammate laid the ball to Neo and he blasted the ball into the back of the net. The rest didn't matter after that. Gay way to win, but final score: 1-0, against the fsckin' odds, and into the knock out stages!

It then started to rain, so we had a little break. When the downpour stopped, the tournament resumed with the courts wet. Fortunately, we had 1 or 2 matches before ours, so the ground dried up pretty much and we didn't have to deal with the slippery surface.

The next team we played against was also quite a good team with some pretty decent foreigners; some negroes and a caucasian I reckon. But by then, we had gained some momentum, and I started playing on the left which I really should've done from the start because it's my more natural position. I managed to get to a loose ball and hammered in for a 1-0 win. We were into the quarters, something totally inconceivable at the start.

But alas, our fairytale run ended as we lost our quarter-final game 1-0. I only recall that we were getting outplayed and the opponents got their goal cos 2 of our defenders couldn't stop him as he cut in to shoot and score, something specific that I still can't quite reconcile as of now (2 defenders!). But it was okay I guess; the little motley crew that was our team had run its luck so far and the time was up, or perhaps even in overtime. And I was exhausted as I'd played every game ever since the 2nd one.

I just thought it was quite incredible the way things unfolded though. It's things like these... Tell-tale signs that say that something's bound to happen. Just like when a team keeps hitting the post or missing their shots, you know it's kinda like that feeling that it's on the cards they're gonna end up losing. I felt that we were meant to qualify once those 2 draws happened. It was just too ridiculously coincidental that no other outcome was meant to be.

Arsenal created their own fairytale comeback yesterday night when, at half time, they went 2-0 down to Bolton with Diaby sent off, only to bounce back and win 3-2. Incredible stuff. When Arsenal got the penalty (even before Van Persie converted it), I could sense it all coming.

There's no I in 'team'. But there's ME. And MEAT. And maybe 'inspirational' lines like these are for really stupid uninspired people.

Audio Candy:
Dream Theatre - A Change Of Seasons

Friday, 28 March 2008

Our Evolution Halt

With savages, the weak in body and mind are soon eliminated; and those that survive commonly exhibit a vigorous state of health. We civilised men, on the other hand, do our utmost to check the process of elimination; we build asylums for the imbecile, the maimed and the sick; we institute poor laws; and our medical men exert their utmost skill to save the life of everyone to the last moment. There is reason to believe that vaccination has preserved thousands who, from a weak constitution, would formerly have succumbed to smallpox. Thus the weak members of civilised society propagate their kind. No one who has attended to the breeding of domestic animals will doubt that this must be highly injurious to the race of man. It is surprising how soon a want of care, or care wrongly directed, leads to the degeneration of a domestic race; but, excepting in the case of man himself, hardly anyone is so ignorant as to allow his worst animals to breed. The aid which we feel impelled to give to the helpless is mainly an incidental result of the instinct of sympathy, which was originally acquired as part of the social instincts, but subsequently rendered in the manner previously indicated more tender and more widely diffused. Nor can we check our sympathy, even without deterioration in the noblest part of our nature ... We must, therefore, bear the undoubtedly bad effects of the weak surviving and propagating their kind.

- Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man, Second edition, pp. 133-134, 1887.

I've always had the profound belief that humans will never be able to evolve. The above as stated by Charles Darwin is one agency by which humans are eradicating the means to undergo some raw basis of natural selection.

Another thought takes root from the fact that we owe our lives to technology. Compared to any other living beings, humans alter the environment so much more such that our need to evolve on the grounds of adaptation to natural conditions is compromised. While other animals evolve to suit the harsh changes of their surroundings, humans have the intellect to manipulate habitats.

Our propensity to mess nature up has reverberated in so many ways and are coming back to haunt us, most noticeably in the form of global warming - it's as if Nature herself is recoiling from the accumulated cheap shots to deliver a sucker punch. Through our minds, we bear the brainchild of technology that is so conflicting with nature that we are distancing ourselves as sentient members of a beautiful ecosystem. In cushioning the weak and, in turn, allowing the weak to propagate as mentioned elegantly by Darwin, we are further contributing to our intrinsic deterioration as creatures of nature. It's no surprise then if we are dealt with an inherent blow in the form of us permanently afflicting our very own natural means of survival as a species when we lose the ability to adapt, evolve and survive.

No matter how I look at it, when we are placed side by side with the cockroaches, cheetahs, marlins and ferns of the world, we are lagging far behind. Simply thinking of the many varieties of cat species sends a shiver of excitement down my spine because it is just like running through a catalogue of prototypes designed to maximise killer abilities for the sake of survival - lions for their strength, cheetahs for their speed. Their bone structures are detail-perfect and their senses are sharpened. And the lowly cockroach is an evolutionary genius. A cockroach can survive decapitation for a very long period (up to weeks) until it dies of hunger. Cockroaches are among the hardiest insects on the planet, some species capable of remaining active for a month without food, or being able to survive on limited resources like glue from the back of postage stamps. Some can go without air for 45 minutes or slow down their heart rate. It has been popularly suggested that cockroaches will 'inherit the earth' if humanity destroys itself in a nuclear war, and cockroaches do indeed have a much higher radiation resistance than vertebrates, with the lethal dose perhaps 6 to 15 times that for humans. Cockroaches have practically been conceived, formatted and devised purely to rough it out and survive no matter what. Stripped of the safety net of technology, we are in a relegation zone battle to avoid joining the ranks of the dodos.

If one day nature throws a trump card that our technology can't catch up with, then I suppose our extinction is quite imminent.

The Religious Right aren't, and Scientific Creationism isn't.

Audio Candy:
Firehouse - Love Of A Lifetime

Wednesday, 26 March 2008

Divergent Interpretations

Our clothes mismatch as much as our thoughts
Voices drown out the room
As people go hand in hand, paired
But I linger

Let the voices fade
And you're left, emerged solitarily
Those are some nice shoes
We'll laugh at the party people below from above

Been barely sleeping the past few days, so when there's finally no school again today I slept in til 1400h. Went to school to complete my political science term paper and attend yet another BGS meeting, and then got home rather early. I hardly did anything interesting today and the day seriously felt damn short.

The school connection has been fsckin' up the past few days (or maybe it screwed up bad enough today to feel that way) which kinda disrupted my research a bit. But I've wondered what it'd be like to write a paper without the internet. It'd be crazy I guess not to have all that wealth of information at your disposal, of having to run from shelf to shelf and library to library looking for the journals and articles you need.

I was quite 'in the zone' so I managed to complete my political science term paper, Is Democracy A Universal Value?, in 3 days. I'd attribute it significantly to the fact that I do not have a functional laptop at the moment. Having to rely on the library computers means that I have to get my work done by a certain time and this deadline-peppered daily life kinda ensures that, which isn't all that a bad thing I suppose.

I think I'm starting to get it on how to write social science-related papers, and I must say I actually enjoyed writing my term paper.

Anyway, references and citations really make my crap essays look like graduate school thesis papers.

On a random note, life is somewhat at worst, a constant struggle; at best, never straightforward. I'm just mindboggled sometimes by the infinite possibilities and paths any of us can choose to walk which would have a profound effect on everything else around us, and the past and existence and everything thus far is a very neat unfolding summary of the choices we make and the things we do. Living is never smooth-sailing. Things may seem straightforward for the conformist, but that does not mean he is not presented with choices.

Don't anthropomorphize computers - they hate it.

Audio Candy:
Dixie Chicks - Travelin' Soldier

Monday, 24 March 2008

The Big Four

Today was a neutral's dream, with Manchester United 3-0 Liverpool and Chelsea 2-1 Arsenal.

And I've got some MSN conversational gems with Sab and Mikaela.

jose says:
and shit man. today we had arsenal vs chelsea and man u vs liverpool and i watched 1.5 of the games and now i feel like exploding cos im not playing soccer right now.
sab says:
sab says:
its still going on right?
jose says:
yeh. and arsenal are losing. ]:
jose says:
arsenal is like my summer fling.
jose says:
when u have a wife like newcastle, it cant be helped.

jose says:
whats the standings now?
javier frickin mascherano says:
man utd 1st, chelsea 2nd, arsenal 3rd, liverpool 4th
javier frickin mascherano says:
the rest blah blah blah
jose says:
wah wah.
jose says:
what the hell.
javier frickin mascherano says:
i think bolton and fulham are at the bottom
jose says:
jose says:
what happened to my fling.
jose says:
change fling!
javier frickin mascherano says:
change to united
javier frickin mascherano says:
javier frickin mascherano says:
later rachel whack you
jose says:
no lar cannot fling with man utd. thats like sleeping with the devil.
jose says:
im so frickin punny!!!!!!!! ZOMG
javier frickin mascherano says:
javier frickin mascherano says:
of course you're so punny you're making my sides split

sab says:
i used to have a crush on kewell
sab says:
when he was in liverpool (i think)
sab says:
is he still there?
jose says:
he still is la walau.
sab says:
sab says:
now tht daena is gone i have become a soccer noob like most of my gender.

sab says:
if anyone thinks i sound like a bimbo.. you're not alone. i think so too.


A behaviorist is someone who pulls habits out of rats.

Audio Candy:
Orson - No Tomorrow

Sunday, 23 March 2008


Sat through my first international game today - Singapore vs Australia at the old National Stadium - though I was only present for half a game because the match, for some stupid reason or other, started much earlier than the stated time on the ticket and also because I had to queue 20 minutes for KFC which ate into the match time.

There wasn't much to cheer about, only a lot to groan, whine and bitch about considering the number of clear cut chances that Singapore had and squandered. It's really matches like these that make you wish you could be on the pitch playing so badly instead of those chickens monkeying around such that you feel like you're gonna implode on yourself. One other team that never fails to make me feel this way is Newcastle.

Rachel was quite enthusiastic and the others were going on about it and teasing her quite a bit, but soon enough I started getting quite animated myself. Yins, Mikaela and Angie were clearly quite amused for very irrelevant reasons.

The game ended goal-less. The rain really killed things I think. The atmosphere could've been so much better. Catching the Singapore vs Lebanon qualifier match on wednesday; I'm really hoping quite badly that it'll be a great deal better than today's.

Although I've already decided on 'Is Democracy A Universal Value?' for my political science term paper, I've been struggling to simply get started on it since over a week ago. So I decided to try pretending that I was gonna blog on it like some other random pointless topic by typing it out using, and everything just started coming out. And I'm quite damn amazed. Just like how I get mental constipation from attempting to do work in the library, using a formal program like Microsoft Word to work on my essay causes my mind to simply shut off because, well it's no surprise anyway, I hate the idea of doing work.

I have interestingly just managed to fool myself. Hmm.

This unofficial 1-week break is effectively screwing up my whole sleeping cycle. I feel as if, without the civiling influence of school and institutional order, I'm naturally revertible to being nocturnal. Can't help it; night time is preciously zen.

And so I start to forget about it and move on, just like that. And when you think about how hard it is, especially perhaps for girls to do so, it makes me wonder what kinda quantum leap it takes for us to be convinced enough to see the light and take the more enlightened path; the path that would have less pointless self-induced suffering. We're inherently wired differently.

And come to think of it, why did I even have those different states of mind? Why did it have to take such circumstances of rude awakenings and the like before I could have a change of heart? Why couldn't it be a matter of my own will to not get trapped? What kinda will power does it take? It is so fascinating. We are truly such experential creatures at the end of the day. :]

Intel has announced its next chip: the Repentium.

Audio Candy:
Stereophonics - Have A Nice Day

Saturday, 22 March 2008

'Cos She's Cool

I think it's really kickass to be able to say you like a girl cos she's cool.

It's as innocent as it gets. It entails admiring her just for the things she does the way she does, not because she's a great looker or because she's famous or because she's got huge boobs or something. Not because you're getting insecure cos everyone else around you is getting attached or because you're getting old and your biological clock is ticking.

And ultimately it's like knowing that you're in for a real kickass time spent in her company and, quite simply to me, nothing excites me as much that way.

There are no such things as ugly girls, only lazy girls.

Audio Candy:
The Moldy Peaches - Anyone Else But You

Friday, 21 March 2008

Double, Triple, Multiple

This picture kinda undermines the decayed state that these pair of street soccer shoes are in. There are like 2 holes per shoe and the biggest hole can fit 4 of my fingers. Decided to snap a shot because these are my tournament-winning shoes and I was gonna throw them away. And also because I'm a sentimental freak in a weird way.

I watched Mean Girls at Jacq's yesterday. Mikaela, Angie and Jacq have (obviously) watched it before, but they still enjoyed it while I caught it for the first time. Now I can say my life is more complete perhaps for having accomplished sitting through something like this. I think the Lebanese girl is quite damn kickass, and the 'bad ass' mathlete rapper is really quite funny.

Had a JC class BBQ gathering at David's pretty swanky place in Woodlands, and the turnout was mind-blowing at 10 guys and 4 girls. I'm not even being sarcastic here. Most other times no girls will bother showing up at all. But I guess I'm starting to really hate BBQs.

Rushed down to Gardens after that to meet Ursula and her friend Cheryl, who could do some pretty neat card tricks. And met a whole buncha other people along the way - Qianyi, Sahfahri, Meiting, Stanley; all at random places around Gardens - testament to a happening Good Friday night. Too bad it's quite lost on me.

It's funny. Ursula is a girl who studies in Australia whom I've never met before, though we converse every now and then online. And we were talking like we've known each other for the longest time.

Time and again, I'm convinced that I'm really defined by the game I continue to play. And each time I'm done, I know I've pulled it off once more without even needing to try, because they come back to me exactly where I left off. But there is no re-evaluating chance for something like this, considering how far I've gone. Maybe someday, it'll catch up on me and rip me to shreds, just like it might for anyone else less.

Maintaining a complicated life is a great way to avoid changing it.

Audio Candy:
Radiohead - Let Down

I Think, Therefore I Am; I Dream, Therefore I Become

In a heaven of people there's only some want to fly
Ain't that crazy
Oh babe Oh darlin'
In a world full of people there's only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy, crazy, crazy
But we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy

Time and again I am prompted to revisit these thoughts about having dreams and passions in life to work towards, about finding something greater than yourself so that you've got a sense of purpose, about having something that you aspire to do or be, not something that someone else tells you that you should or shouldn't do.

I'm not trying to romanticise the idea that we should all have a dream (or dreams), especially for the glamour factor. The media tries to sell us that idea so often that people can end up having impractical, naive "passions" just for the sake of it. But on the other hand, there are just so many things that greater institutions dictate such that many of us lose sight of what it really means to be alive. It would be truly magnificent to see a nation of people step back and out of the dark to see for themselves beyond what we are told to see.

I live in a country where almost everything is fabricated, regulated and policy-driven - our sense of nationhood, our economy, and our goals and dreams. Maybe it isn't all that a terrible thing; we've probably progressed much faster in terms of achieving stability and growth compared to many other countries, which is remarkable for a young nation.

But we've compromised a lot in terms of building a culture that we can personally identify with, in the sense of being ourselves. And we can tell by the way we're trying to establish something here now after all these years, as we frantically pump capital and resources into our sports and arts sectors amongst other overlooked things thus far. We're finally opening up. I've seen more bands performing live concerts here in the past 2 or 3 years than ever before, Zoolander became legalised, the IR's on its way, and we're going to have F1 racing and many other things. We're pushing to become an arts and cultural hub. It's not a bad thing at all, but because it might be a little late, the inertia will be there.

From the way I see it, from the moment we're born, our purpose is clear - to become the nuts and bolts of the clockwork that is Singapore Inc. Anyone who tries to rock the boat gets marginalised, ostracised or incarcerated some way or other, especially when expectations are socially constructed, woven into the fabric of our daily lives and constantly reproduced in cyclical fashion. In line with attempting to achieve the ideal life that we're expected to achieve, we're given narrow paths to take in life; our choices are very much dictated by a greater order and it is very often not our own. I see this so often in people and friends who tell me that they're feeling lost, that they're getting the grades just to please their folks, that they just can't pursue what they like cos they can't afford to fuck up in the preliminary heats that lead up to the rat race. So, because of these things, it's hard to spare room for so-called 'frivolous passions' and 'pipe dreams'.

Just think about it. You wanna be a soccer player. But a part of you, so strongly ingrained, says you have to ensure that you graduate with some qualifications so that you can at least have a decent job if your soccer aspirations fail. It's things like that. And as long as such a mentality of the fear of failure exists, it is hard to give our best in other things. And it is yet still true that such fears are not unwarranted. It is almost like it's part of our national character to have those fears.

But life can be so much more than just being a statistic. You'd exist as a forgotten cell in an entity, but to truly live, this resides in finding something that is bigger and more important than you are and dedicating yourself to it. And this isn't a force-fed process - this purpose in life can only be purposeful if it's true.

Only then can we break away from simply existing and transforming into something of value, not for anybody, but for ourselves especially. We really could do with holding our dreams and passions dear even if it isn't easy to leave our comfort zones and be socially unconforming, and it is a worthwhile journey even if we do not succeed at them. We can then shed so many other material things that weigh us down and yet still feel more spiritually fulfilled.

I cannot even fathom how much better it could be for our society if we could all embrace what is truly important to us; to have more people that I could talk to who speak with a burning conviction of knowing that something matters more to them than just making sure they can stand in line. It is truly a joy to converse with people who have found a true sense of calling - there's always that spark in their eyes.

And when you have that kinda bottomline that really means something, then life is so much simpler. Life is only as tough, complicated or as lost as chasing after stuff that don't mean anything to you.

We are all born with wings but we are told to burn them along the way. Screw that. Spread them and fly towards the light that defines your destiny.

The whole world steps aside for the man who knows where he is going.

Audio Candy:
Ice Nine Kills - The Greatest Story Ever Told

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

Canvas Shoes Are Not Waterproof

The sky was overcast but I had to get the match tickets sooner or later anyway, so I set off towards Jalan Besar Stadium by taking a train from City Hall to Lavender. Being able to locate a place you've never been to before so easily is quite a joy.

With the tickets settled and no other objective in mind other than heading back where I came from, I suddenly took in the surroundings for once. The area around Jalan Besar Stadium - Jellicoe Road, Horne Road, avenues and places just down from Kallang - was really quite rustic, and deja vu struck cos I think this place belongs in a personal memory and experience that has been long since forgotten.

Then it started to rain. I walked my long walk, since I had an umbrella. Past Lavender MRT - I do this all the time to go back to school after running Beach Road errands - and then the rain started to get kinda heavy. But I was still pretty upbeat. I hadn't brought my MP3 player out today, and interestingly I felt that the natural percussive rhythm of pattering raindrops was quite a welcome substitute.

But the rain became a downpour, and before long my $3 umbrella could barely hold out and I was quite drenched to the bone. And soon enough I was feeling quite miserable.

Touched down school to find that Kok and Yitwen have created a settlement at some concourse benches near SOA, so I tried to settle in too, airing my soaked footwear.

Yitwen talked about the old man he helped who had an umbrella but could only use it as a walking stick and thus couldn't shelter himself from the rain. It's screwed up enough that people with huge umbrellas were just walking past him, but Yitwen - with his tiny foldable umbrella - had to be the one to go over and shelter him. And his umbrella could barely take 2 people, so Yitwen decided the one to get wet would be himself.

The hard, sad irony and reality of the situation is that people with an innate sense of responsibility like him will always exist so that others can get away with not caring.

Went home early cos I couldn't desensitize myself to the really shitty feeling of wearing wet socks and shoes.

All programmers are playwrights and all computers are lousy actors.

Audio Candy:

Keepsake - One Season Too Late


Juno is a really good movie. I have a soft spot for non-mainstream, underdog stuff, and Juno really cuts it for me. Personally, it was flawless. I won't even consider its idealistic nature a problem - it declares 'idealistic' with such delicately well executed acting and plot development that Juno wouldn't be what it is otherwise.

I enjoyed the simple nature of the story. I like the messages of love, life and humanity it carries across social and class cleavages. I think the soundtrack is wicked - whenever the music came on, it was spot on for the mood in its seemingly child-like simplicity, yet not devoid of its bitingly connotative tunes and lyrics in almost mock fashion. And most of all, I absolutely delighted in the acting, sarcasm and wit of Juno and her really darn kickass parents, especially her dad. It makes me wanna unabashedly say that I think Juno is really cool and likeable.

Step Up 2 really pales in comparison with it's first installment. While I know I shouldn't be watching such dance movies for the plot, this one's was particularly bad I think. Character development was non-existent and the plot was incredibly unbelievable and painfully predictable. But nonetheless, the show still has a major feel-good factor with its dances that make me wish I could move that well too. The final scene of the dance in the rain out in the streets was dope.

For those who hate politics and the like, skip what comes next.

It is yet another very enlightening Tuesday with political science once again. We talk about stuff like the international political economy (IPE) and how it lies within the blanket of globalisation and, one level up, international security, addressing the schools of thought that concern these issues. Realism asserts that briefly, states in the world, irregardless of time, seek to preserve the survival of the state through self-help, and that war is an inevitable means or byproduct in achieving these aims. We talk about the possible necessity of bipolar order - where there was once the US and the Soviet Union forming the balance, now China is the rising dragon that is counteracting the US hegemony, once again giving weight to bipolar proponents. It is argued that violence and war are inevitable, and it is understandable how optimists readily attempt to refute this by saying that we can actually offset the need for conflict through cooperation. Yet, as we look at how, after each major war - World War I, World War II, the Cold War, we enjoy peace for no longer than a decade each time after a war is through, we can start to wonder if the need for war can ever be truly eradicated. And true enough to war-centered and pessimistic prediction, about a decade after the Cold War came 9/11 and every other violent conflict that terrorism and wars of this new age bring about. The relevance of ideology has never been more surreal as old adages find new forms through new means such as globalisation.

With Good Friday, I'm up for yet another unofficial one-week holiday. So yeh no classes, more or less, til next Tuesday, unlike every other underprivileged student in SMU.

I can't dispute that I probably needed this wake up call that was quite on the cards but just not happening soon enough. Now I guess I'm really getting somewhere myself.

I wish my lawn was emo so that it would cut itself.

Audio Candy:
Juno Reactor - Mona Lisa Overdrive

Sunday, 16 March 2008

Summer Days Driftin' Away, But Uh-Oh All Those Supper Nights

Dinner with Alvin, Euodia and this Thai girl from SESS also named Bow at Chomp Chomp yesterday. You could put Alvin and Euodia together in an interrogation room and grab popcorn to watch them slug it out cos it is seriously quite entertaining. Just don't end up in the cross-fire.

And a snippet of Thai trivia from Bow: 'Porn' means 'blessing' in Thai. Hence the oft-used suffix in Thai names, like Suthiporn.

In a weird ironic sense, half the fun of Chomp Chomp consists of not being able to get a seat easily. Derivatively, joy is enhanced by being able to home in on a freshly vacated seat and savouring the fruits of your hunt while others can only stand around and watch in envy. Alvin brings it up a notch by saying that to truly enjoy your dinner, you have to sweat. Okay, now that's subjective.

This was followed by supper for the 2nd night in a row. The day before's was really more haphazardly funny because our conversations were punctuated with topic and rhyming games and Irving couldn't think up rhymes for nuts.

Mikaela: Okay I start. Cushion.
Me: Fusion.
Irving: .....

(years later)

Irving: Err.
Mikaela: Okay Richard start.
Irving: No! ... . Err.

(eons later)

Me: Eh pass la.
Irving: NO!
Me: Walaueh :\
Rachel: Wah I better write down my words.

Concededly, I suck at naming political people and credit to Irving for pwning at naming wrestlers.

A diplomat is a person who can tell you to go to Hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.

Audio Candy:
Arbogast - Labrador Man


This is for Richard and Rachel. Hahar.

This hits a sweet spot.

Sad as it seems, not calling your friends up when you're alone in school is like leaving life to fate and that makes it all the more exciting cos you won't know who you'll end up meeting. Or it could really just be an excuse for me being too lazy to do anything about it.

If you can't beat your computer at chess, try kickboxing.

Audio Candy:
Avenged Sevenfold - Eternal Rest

Friday, 14 March 2008

The Window Period and Strategic Distance (Some Extrapolated Ladder Theory Shit)

A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.

I think I should clearly define that by the term 'friend' I mean anyone who isn't a potential. A potential is basically someone you'd:

  1. date romantically (the conversative definition)
  2. wanna have sex with (what hardcore Darwinists and biology fundamentalists would assert)

But yeh if you get what I mean, you would contend that the definition of a 'friend' by those 2 facets essentially lead to or mean the same thing. For those initiated on the ladder theory principle, I won't bother touching on whether guys have 2 ladders or not. We'll just remain generic here.

I think that when you get to know someone of the opposite gender for the first time, there exists a window period where you can either progress romantically or as a friend. Once that window shuts off and the both of you become solidified as 'just friends', chances are... Well, there ain't such a clear chance anymore. Or at least, it's gonna be quite hard to break out of the 'friends' cage towards being potentials again.

I somehow feel that this is because as long you and that person are not exactly solidified as friends yet, the both of you can still afford to be 'formal' and hence flirty. When you are truly friends with someone, in the sense of being in the same clique or social group, you will begin to treat him or her more as a sibling. I think the key factor here that you have to be in a certain position which is like being strategically distant. Hence, you are not close enough to be obligated to treat the person as a friend in the sense of like the both of you always calling each other once lessons are over cos you need someone to hang out with while you eat or mug.

When that happens, in natural progression, you will end up taking the emotional connection for granted of sorts. I don't mean to say this in a bad way, but it happens and is normal. You will be less 'friendly' in an I-just-got-to-know-you way and you will treat each other in a hey-we're-really-buddies kinda way. You will then find that there's a certain change in behaviour to each other - you expect favours, or you expect money to be returned, for example. The chances of you being awkward in each other's company is reduced as well.

If the both of you are still in the window period where you still haven't progressed towards settling as a friend or potential, you would be more patronising; i.e. you will be more helpful in a formal way, you will talk about very generic stuff, you will tend to crack (what you'd think are) 'cool' jokes rather than acting outright stupid or lame when exercising humour. I think it's really all these little things.

Then when the person settles into being your potential, then of course what happens from here is up to you. I guess what I'm trying to say so far is that when it comes to meeting new people, there's a window period and friends in this window period, who are basically new friends, may seem more potential than friends but are in fact in a transitional period of 'strategic distance'. This strategic distance then allows you to decide what you wanna do which will influence eventually whether the person becomes a friend or potential to you.

This window period doesn't have a fixed length of time as well. Some people end up being relegated to friend status faster than others. Briefly touching on this, for example, if you tend to be quite an ass-prick but you're still a dependable person by nature, then perhaps your non-committal allure would make it harder for you to simply become a friend. Whereas if you're always nice and helpful and easily taken for granted, then you become a friend easily. This is of the niceguysfinishlast variety. But, moving on.

Along those lines, one thing that strikes me as quite true of the ladder theory is that unfortunately for most people, you do not know which ladder you're on, i.e. whether you're a friend or potential. To attempt to romantically hook up someone who treats you as a friend would mean ladder-hopping, and if you're unsuccessful, you will often fall off and end up in the abyss of awkwardness.

I don't really have anything to conclude on something I didn't know what I was touching on for in the first place, other than perhaps saying that I was prompted to write this after reading that quote I found online up there, and also thinking about the transitional window period before the solidification into being a friend or potential and my idea of 'strategic distance', which is one of the more interesting conversational topics I've had with friends. So I guess to end off, whether this is relevant or not, in the triangle of the estranged couple and the inevitable bystander nice guy, I'd just like to give a random salute to the bystander nice guy whom the girl in the sour relationship counts on to pour out her sorrow. He's doomed to being relegated to her friends ladder.

Epperson's law: When a man says it's a silly, childish game, it's probably something his wife can beat him at.

Audio Candy:
Incubus - Warning

Thursday, 13 March 2008

Slippery Slope

Blazed through what most other people would deem as a crazy week because of BGS and AS assignments. Actually, it doesn't really matter to me. I always consciously procrastinate to the last minute because it's the only thing that'll get me started anyway. It's not like having 3 weeks to get a piece of work done will mean I'll expand the time to do it. More often than not, an assignment just consists of one or 2 days' worth of intense work and I'm done.

What's a bitch about the De Beers article I have to analyse for BGS is that it was written in 1998 when it was still a monopolistic cartel. A decade later and it's a mere player on a level field, so I don't really know if I should write knowing that things have changed.

Yesterday, I saw a couple, and a funny train of thought got triggered. Cos I was thinking that perhaps I should be jealous, but instead of feeling jealous, I think of what other people would think or are supposed to think. So what comes to mind is perhaps jealousy. Then I wonder if the way I think is affected by what I perceive should be thought. And I'm also thinking this is funny because this train of thought is really pointless and stupid to begin with. And then I think perhaps this means that my propensity for emotions is somewhat impaired, because I think with my head ahead of feeling with my heart. Then again this isn't so bad. And then again this kinda sucks. So I guess perhaps I don't really care. But inherently, writing a senseless paragraph about this kinda means I care. So yeh I suppose I'm just going round in circles.

Max Weber says. If you wanna be a politician but you wanna make money, be a journalist. If you wanna be a politician but you wanna be morally upright, be a priest.

To get something done, a committee should consist of three men, two of whom are absent.

Audio Candy:
The Format - She Doesn't Get It

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Silent Hammer

Yitwen notched 11 people asking about his dressing, a ridiculously colourful cap, a small black, camou bermudas and that ugly kinda laptop bag, which he wore for 5 days as part of social experiment #1. Mikaela came closest at guessing 10 people would notice. Bahhh.

The steamboat-that-never-was day was seriously the shit. Got down to Marina Bay with Mikaela, Angie, Jacq and Yitwen and took the wrong bus - 402 - to end up at this pier place where you can take a ferry to Batam. Angie tried to ask the bus driver for directions but he avoided her like the plague which was really hilarious. I bought a curry puff there, Yitwen had to up that by buying 2 (which he had trouble finishing) and Mikaela flung one of them for whatever reason.

So we took 402 back to Marina Bay and took the correct bus this time - 400 - to finally head down to the famous steamboat place. However, after a long ride (punctuated by my really small, stupid and irrelevant epiphanies along the way), we ended up back at Marina Bay, so everyone was like wtf and Rachel went to ask the driver what happened, to which he replied that its closed already. So Rachel asked, "why you never tell us?" To which the gh3yass prick replied, "walk walk see see lah!"

wtf mannnnnnn.

Had rice with dishes instead at some hawker centre near Clarke Quay where the aunties call their lime juice "lum joo".

It's fascinating seeing how such seemingly fantastical concepts such as today's topics of realism and liberalism in political science class can be manifested in the affairs of the state and international relations such as the US war on Iraq triggered off by 9/11.

School work is catching me off guard again, and I'm surviving off the recesses of adrenaline to stay awake in class. Every monday and tuesday my sleeping cycle crashes back to a reset. Thankfully there's only a month left before some really hardcore holidays.

Independence is my gift and curse. Random. I don't quite know what to make of it, but while I feel extremely compelled to state my case, I know that at the same time, a multitude of things - that just by being who I am, I'm a biased entity; that you probably can't say for sure; that you probably don't really care; that it seriously doesn't matter anyway; that you might not have even meant it; that it could all just be a joke or test - will happen to conspire my deliberated apathy, but at the same time I guess that maybe you know it matters to me and it leaves in me a bitter aftertaste that won't go away. Like a loaded question, I stand implicitly accused without a refuting chance. Without reeking of sounding uptight and edgy. Which leaves me stuck either way - action or inaction.

I'm apprehensive about throwing down my trump cards also.

Haha. Well I suppose it really sucks saying that it doesn't affect me when my actions have spoken ahead of me in contradiction. I'll just buy myself time by tolerating the indecision. Random. Sometimes we say we're okay when we're not okay, and sometimes we say we're sorry when we're not.

Flattery looks like friendship, just like a wolf looks like a dog.

Audio Candy:
The Killers - Read Your Mind

Friday, 7 March 2008

Why Mixed-Gender Social Groups Will Tend To Have More Guys Than Girls

Ever wondered why most cliques seem to consist of more guys than girls?

I didn't initially think I'd have to deal with the statistical aspect of my somewhat assumptiously hypothetical view that in general, youth social groups tend to have more guys than girls in them, but after Sab pointed out that that wasn't the case for the most part of her life from secondary school (girls' school, doesn't count) to JC (arts faculty - naturally more girls than guys) to NUS (premises to be addressed later), I went on a one-week observation to confirm this hypothesis.

Kee pointed out that there's the potential for biasness as a self-fulfilling prophecy, for example if I think that the trend is blue now, I will start to realise that I see more blues around. But my observation is thorough as I did take into careful consideration the groups of other gender proportions and looked out for them as much as I could.

And yes I guess I'd like to say now with conviction that in most social groups consisting of both genders, the general trend tends toward a larger population of guys. I see this everywhere - from prata shops to McDonald's to the streets to LAN shop kinda areas to malls to school itself, especially SMU, baffling as it may seem, because our school population supposedly comprises of more girls than guys.

So I'd like to address the proposition that social groups composed of guys and girls have more guys in them. To start off, it is noteworthy to realise that it is generally harder for a girl to just assimilate into any pre-existent groups. Groups with girls in them often have those same girls forming the core of the group on the onset of the group's formation right from the start and, often, any new additions are guys.

This is because guys socialise more easily without the predisposed need to already have social or emotional connections in place with the people they meet. On the other hand, girls often click better with whoever only if they form good social and emotional ties with them, which takes time. That's why guys can afford to not speak to each other for years and still be the best of buddies when they meet again, while girls often need to meet regularly to maintain social contact and keep their bonds close-knit in order to prevent any awkwardness or loss in friendship, so to speak, and start getting upset and whiney-bitchy when their good friends aren't able to upkeep the meet-ups or when their boyfriends aren't responsive. And also probably why guys can conjecture pick up lines like, "nice shoes, wanna fuck?" and seriously wish they'd work.

Perhaps another related reason is that girls tend to be more possessive than guys, so they will choose to remain with whatever clique they are already in (and, at the same time, hope that their clique pals stay fidel, often giving rise to displeasure at friends who are MIA often because they seem to have so many other 'more important friends' - female perspective taken into consideration here) rather than move around and mix on a longer term basis with other social groups. As such, guys are often less grounded with whichever social group they initially belong to and can assimilate into many other cliques and, at the same time, mind much less that any group mates are 'social butterflies' in the sense of the word.

An interesting point to note is that, when you consider the reverse scenario, the guys in groups with more girls than guys tend not to be your average Joes. They are often the 'girlfriend', soul mate or 'sister' type of guys who are more comfortable being with girls than guys, and the girls just like to call them out to shop or talk about semi- to full-blown girly stuff with. I must disclaim that I am not saying that they're gay, but these guys just tend to socialise better with girls and are perhaps more sensitive and sociable in a feminine sense. And the key situation is that such guys take up a small part of the male-type spectrum, so groups with such guys (which will entail more girls than guys) will be less common. Well, at least, this had better be the case, or the ladies will start complaining that there aren't that many good guys left (eh Jacq? Haha), which can be quite a prick.

To go deeper, one reason for this is that there are just more activities that girls can do than guys. This is somewhat like the fact that guys can only wear pants, while girls can wear skirts and pants. When you eliminate stuff like girly chat, manicure sessions, shopping for some, etc, there's just less things that guys can do or join girls in doing. On the flipside, many predominantly-male activities have become universal to both sexes, such as LAN gaming, playing pool and talking about soccer.

With that, it will be harder for a guy to enter into an all-girl group and start talking about Edison Chen, but it will be easier for a girl to get along with a group that consists only of guys who love Manchester United and play DOTA, as the guy will have much less he will be interested to do with those girls while the girl will have more options of interest with which to spend the time with those guys. I don't quite know how to substantiate this, but I also somehow think that guys also tend to be more accomodating, i.e. they will fare better at ensuring that the girl assimilates by tending to moderate their male-centric conversations and attempting to explain, while girls will just continue going on and on and on about their own thing and not give a shit about the poor dude who ain't got a clue. Anyhooser, the resultant is that you don't have that many groups with more girls than guys once again.

This then begs the question, especially in a school like SMU that seriously has a lot more girls than guys: Where on earth do all the excess girls go?!

I can bring up a couple of reasons I'd reckon, the first of which is that there are quite a number of girls who are attached to guys who are perhaps in the army or from elsewhere, which thus does not affect the school's male population. One observation amongst the social groups that I know and my own clique as well is that the people who make up such sustainable groups tend very much to be single. This is because I'd presume that if you're attached, the amount of time you'd spend with your clique or social group will be greatly compromised. Kinda like how being in a relationship and clubbing somehow don't match. Hence, when you don't often have attached people forming such social groups and partaking in their day-to-day activities, the resultant cliques formed will be predominantly made up of singles.

So this is one way the numbers for the excess girls get accounted for.

Another is perhaps the idea that some girls are of the 'too cool for school' variety and simply choose not to hang out in school, or not hang out at all, preferring to meet their other like-minded female friends. Yinyin has pointed out that indeed, there aren't that many all-girls groups around in school, so maybe many of them either shun school to stay homey, or perhaps they do have all-girls groups but they hang out only outside of school sipping their tazo chai teas or fussing over Manolo Blahniks'. And since all-girls groups don't quite count in what we're looking at here, all these things factor in to make up the excess girls' numbers.

A branch-out point from this is that probably the reason why sometimes social groups in university hostels and JC may exhibit groups that have a higher proportion of girls than guys is that these situations most likely do not have a choice factor involved from the start. Often, in JC, your social group is your class and when you stay in hall, you have to hang out with the people who live there, so you lan lan (but well this would probably be a good thing for normally hot-blooded boys). Thus perhaps when the situation, where there is already a higher proportion of ladies to men, dictates the outcome of groups formed, then the reverse may be true. However, it is important to note that the groups we are talking about here are often formed with quite a high degree of choice and decision-making involved.

Back to the case of the supposed female surplus that never happened. Of course, there may be many other reasons for where the excess girls end up if places with a higher population of females counterintuitively produce groups that have a higher proportion of males. These probables presented are not exhaustive.

So in essence, when you remove the all-guys groups and the all-girls groups, and focus specifically on groups that comprise of both sexes, indeed it is noticeable that the proportion of males outweigh the females, and I have presented what I think are the reasons.

Haha maybe I'm just motivated to figure out why by the fact that the female fraction of my social group never grows, which led on to me noticing this trend in many other social groups as well. What more in a school like SMU; I'm just going, "seriously, where have all the ladies gone?"

As a guy, this is so lamentable. :\

Only in America can a homeless combat veteran live in a cardboard box whilst a draft dodger lives in the White House.

Audio Candy:
Our Lady Peace - Innocent

Thursday, 6 March 2008


Woke at 1500h so I decided to spend the day at home for once. Mugged econs on and off, but studying at home really sucks for me so I'm gonna go to Gardens later to chill, slack and read a bit more.

New social experiment: Richard, Yitwen and I are gonna refrain from cutting our hair for about 3 months.

Yitwen and I are divorced on Facebook now, so ends the other social experiment. Tomorrow we'll conclude Yitwen's solo effort.

Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.

Audio Candy:
The Killers - Reasons Unknown


SMU is seriously teeming with St Nicks' girls. This might not even have qualified as a piece of pointless comment if not for the fact that it's one of those things you suddenly realise and it hits. I even know all about Molly Leong, Gwee Siew Hong, the singing Chinese teacher and yellow bowl. But then again that's just that so yup.

Been capitalising on the rainy weather to wear out some of my sweater-shirts that I otherwise wouldn't even conceive putting on in Singapore's generally hot and humid climate. On top of that, it can get really cold sometimes now.

Scored decently for economics with 76/100, though it could've been a lot better (within the A grade range) if I didn't forget to do 2 questions. Political science was bad at 4/10 (2 questions 2/5 each), but it's nothing I wasn't quite unexpecting.

Rahul Sagar has cut the remaining syllabus quite a bit, and we're starting to move from the basics (ideology, fundamentals of nation and state, government structure, rational choice theory etc) towards application (politics and economy, policy-making, etc), and it really feels as if I've just graduated from being a basic trainee to a policy-making student, somewhat like moving on from BMT to commander training.

I can sense some degree of aptitude within me towards macroeconomics, so perhaps the later part of political science won't be so bad if we focus more on IPE pertaining to the state and market. I found it really fascinating to know about how policies set by the communist regime of the Soviet Union, in attempting to find the perfect formula to run an economy like clockwork, gave rise to many brilliant physicists, mathematicians, economists and statisticians. And the 35hr work-week law that France has is also quite interesting to know as it reflects the idea of our close to heart spoil market sentiments in the form of formal policy.

I used to be quite captivated by the idea behind the MOE's marketing campaign for recruiting teachers. In those advertisements, the central idea of 'making lessons come to life' is represented by scenes of classrooms literally bursting into life - students so enthralled by the knowledge imparted that their calculators start to float, the classroom turns into a space port, a dinosaur looms overhead, amongst other scenes.

I've always wondered if I could do something like that. Perhaps I feel this way because I've always thought that, for the most part, none of the teachers I had ever lived up to this expectation. But I believe it's not easy, and I can't be blameless for being unappreciative when I was a naive young student anyway.

While I have my personal peeves with political science, a subject with still that degree of vagueness that I simply can't grasp well, I have to admit that I can actually safely say that no lesson has ever come to life as much as this political science intro module that I'm taking now has. For all the flak he has received, I really think that Rahul Sagar is a good professor, and his wit is just mesmerising. Never has my mind been more mentally stimulated than in political science class, and I won't ever regret the ideas, information and knowledge that I have been exposed to thus far.

Hence my love-hate relationship with political science. But it's still a clear choice for me with psychology.

Literature is a power to be possessed, not a body of objects to be studied.

Audio Candy:
Alesana - Apology

Tuesday, 4 March 2008

Disconnect The Dots

When you've got the girls and Saipong together, it makes for one helluva funny time.

Saipong (to Rachel): You really need to go to the wellness centre.
Timsum: What's the wellness centre for?
Saipong: The wellness centre is the place you go to so that you can loosen up your nuts.

Saipong: Why is everyone laughing when I'm not making any joke? [sic]

It's gonna be an interesting week because we're coming up with a couple of social experiments just for jackass kicks. I can't disclose one right now, but the other involves Yitwen and I setting our status on Facebook to being married to each other, and then seeing what kinda response this gets. Haha. I've already got a few and I'm starting to feel bad because these people seem to be really taking it too seriously to be told it's a prank. But whatever anyway.

Facebook games are currently the bomb because we get to compare and challenge scores with friends. I've got a new sustainable pastime now I think. :]

We're perched on a kerb, and she's seated next to me; and all I gladly wanna do is talk about things that we'd both readily agree to.

Don't trust anyone over 30 who used to say, "Don't trust anyone over 30".

Audio Candy:
Emery - Ponytail Parade

Sunday, 2 March 2008


As the dictates of fate would have it in the chronicles of an SMU student who doesn't have a laptop, I am, for the 5th time this week, in the school library pimping off the free-access computer terminals trying to get my work done and generally keeping in line with life on the virtual side. I wouldn't consider this bearing the brunt of a fatal dependency on technology yet, but I'm seeing how close it can get.

Angie's here too because her laptop, pet-named The Immortal, is ironically dying, and I was momentarily entertained by Rahul Sagar's email demanding that she type out her political science midterm paper as her writing was the only one that was so illegible he couldn't read. I'm surprised I got let off the hook here.

Trying to get my AS essay done but I'm moving slow. I wouldn't say it's because I'm stuck or uninspired, but when you're someone who really appreciates the philosophy behind the papers we're doing here, you can really get carried away. I'm still trying to decide between doing The Conscience of Huckleberry Finn by Jonathan Bennett or Famine, Affluence and Morality by Peter Singer, but time and again I keep diverting my attention away from finding out the illogic's of their arguments towards being enthralled by the points of philosophy themselves; there really is a beauty and artform in such work.

I particularly like The Conscience of Huckleberry Finn because of the way Bennett argues about the nature of sympathy and morality, and the good use of examples in Heinrich Himmler and Jonathan Edwards, but for that precise reason I cannot really choose to work on it because I will then tend to find less fault with it and come up with a sub-par convincing critique.

The first sign of a nervous breakdown is when you start thinking your work is terribly important.

Audio Candy:
Three Days Grace - Gone Forever


Waikiki kicked off to a really miserable start as it was seriously pouring and we were sitting around on the sand getting soaked. Getting drenched in the rain is never a pleasant thing, but I think it sucks more comparatively to be at a place like the beach and then having to endure a downpour.

Thankfully, the rain let up. Games and activities got underway; our soccer team, the Gay Sponges From Bikini Bottom, consisting of Mikaela, Melissa, Farhan, Aiks, Kok and me, lost 2 games, drew 2 games and won 1, so we didn't make it past qualifying. Played a bit of push ball against the ruggers; we were seriously no fight for them, getting trounced 5 or 6-0. Now my legs and feet have got some crappy abrasions.

Flipping and cartwheeling into the sea seriously rocks.

Left early, and squeezed 8 of us into Syah's Lancer (got the better end of the deal by getting the front seat) and headed down to Vivocity. Along the way, we had the windows wound down and were blasting pop rock tunes and singing our lungs out and getting stares from people along the streets; real liberating stuff.

Rachel got me a nice yellow tee for my birthday, something I'd requested for somewhat but didn't really specify exactly what, so a striped one from Fox really ups it. We had Carl's Junior for dinner, Yinz is glowing from getting attached, we had a great night out in the nice cool breeze of the open atop Vivocity; the sum up of randoms after Waikiki.

Lift Off and Waikiki. What a crazy way to end off the term break.

Wisdom is scar tissue in disguise.

Audio Candy:
The Format - Tune Out

Saturday, 1 March 2008

Leap Year Lift Off

The social science Lift Off party turned out quite alright in the end (because, once again, the company makes it happen). But where are the other block people? The usual year 2s were there, the people from my block in year 1 were there, but I don't usually ever see the other block people at events like these. Shrugs.

But everyone was really friendly and I blended in quite well though I wasn't initially close to them.

Met Elizabeth here and there during the in-betweens, but it was good though brief catching up. Cabbing back cost a bomb because of the Yishun detour. The driver thought she was an actress.

And before all of this clubby-dubby stuff, I met Irving by chance and got to know Dylise and Huimin and ended up sipping Margaritas at Cafe Iguana.

A somewhat random day. Waking up at 8am for Waikiki is gonna be a real bitch.

Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.

Audio Candy:
Sarah McLachlan - Ordinary Miracle