Wednesday, November 30, 2005
And to the reader who asked me once what colour he would be, in which I chuckled "shocking pink", I thought of you when I watched this movie. Go catch it if you can.
Happiness isn't something you experience;It's something you remember.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Hmm...it just popped into my head that there is a high correlation with finding the right job and finding the right one in your life. Cause it's in your dreams to find the perfect relationship or perfect job. There is bound to be some malfunction or what we term as hiccups.
Call it struturally or frictionally unemployed...
I strongly encourage friends to join this programme and make a difference in someone's life. The feeling you receive is tremendous. Some reasons why you should volunteer:
- Make friends.
- Gain a different perspective in life. It's not always about the competitve rat race.
- It's healthy to have fun.
- Good to know that you help in the community.
- It's for personal growth. By helping others, you in turn learn more about yourself.
- Working with youth makes you feel youthful and vibrant.
- You make the world a better place and it's good. Cause you are living in it.
- Something to keep you busy in case you get bored.
- You make an enriching impact in someone else's life, something that is priceless.
Recently, Christoph and three of his friends set up a volunteer organization called "Explore and Help" http://www.exploreandhelp.de. It has gained encouraging feedback from the german media. The organization spans a wider geographical area and its aim is to immerse volunteers with projects while enjoying different cultures and interacting with the communities there.
I was brought to this room which was partitioned into half. The other side laid this middle aged lady enjoying a facial massage. I was told to take off my clothes while this lady asked me politely "What are the areas are you targetting?"
"Don't worry. We will start weakly and increase in intervals of 5 minutes."
Before I said anything, she began her "experiment'. I felt tingly sensations. It was as if a small hammer was throbbing in my blood stream. Shucks. I had to endure this for 5 minutes before a worse treatment came along. A twenty minute treatment felt like hours. In the midst, she increased the throbbing much harder and stronger. I had to withstand a SNORING neighbour as well. All was not over. The lady brought with her some cream. I squealed when she applied it on me. It was ICY COLD. Then, she wrapped my whole body with plastic wrap, like a mummy.
Oh man! A steam room. I trudged my way carefully through the corridors as the tight plastic wrapping restricted my movements. I must have looked ludicrous. As I was about to enter the steam room, the mummified Pearlene came out.
To cut the story short, I had just gone on a perilous journey, from the icy Himalayas to the sweltering hot Gobi desert, coupled with throbbing snake bites and droning snores of the gigantic bees that live in the Amazon forests. Very interesting journey, one not to be taken lightly.
Friday, November 25, 2005
This paper is such a one hit wonder!!!
"Do you know what 'wed' means?"
Little One began serenading the tune of Spiderman. White giggled.
"It's not web. It's wed, with a 'd'. It means to marry. It's like saying in your case, you may want to marry Sheena and then hold a wedding."
"We are no longer together."
This tete-a-tete sounded farcical to White and at the back of her mind, she couldn't believe that kids as young as Little One indulged in affairs of the heart. In the tender age of White, life was not that complicated. It's all about the books, school, play and friends. It seemed ludicrous that kids delved in such whims and fancies. But in any case, Little One was disturbed with his loss.
"I'm going to cry."
Little One looked away as tears rolled down his cheeks. He wrapped his hands, covering his face to hide from the embarassment.
In front of White stood a boy whose feelings were pure and sincere. The notion of romanticism was genuine, stripped away from the usual practicalities that most relationships face: financial woes, expectations mismatch, enticement from the opposite sex, work and family pressures.
Reflecting, White's problems seemed insignificant.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Do you dread looking at the time, only to find that you are dragged by the same fucking fix?
Do you dread reading it, wishing that it could just listen and understand?
Do you dread being reminded of it, cause it just don't care?
Do you? I do.
Friday, November 18, 2005
It was Turtur's birthday. I smsed him for dinner, only to find out that he would be undergoing a minor operation because of his sinus. James, Daren and myself went to visit him at the Singapore General Hospital and we brought with us a mango flan cake. But alas, he can't eat as he was on the drip that night.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Bought a new Christmas tree today, but without those intricate colourful decorations. So it looks a lil pathetic and bare, stripped away from its supposed shine and glory. Oh well, I will spruce it up soon. Just need that final decision in the colour theme. Shall I go with the traditional red and green, or maybe I should be zany and choose purple instead?
I am also thinking of having a Christmas gathering at my place, just for family and friends. But I'll decide later.
I love this time of the year!
Monday, November 14, 2005
Carried with him were valise of passengers.
Though glutted, he continued greeting this welcoming crowd.
Emotions ran wild. Rebellious nature set in.
He kept inviting mobs.
All in a frenzy. People warned him, "Beware. This blustery nature will fire you."
"Igorance is bliss", he said.
The days were a whirl ride. The masses created a tumult.
He veered off the tracks, unable to withstand the burden.
The masses ablazened. Fatigue overwhelmed him.
He laid there restlessly as he inhaled his last gasps of air...
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Well, amongst the collection, the Motorcycle diaries is one of the best. This is the true story of a 23-year-old Argentinian medical student , Che Guevara (Bernal), who traveled across South America on a motorcycle with his biochemist friend Alberto Granado (de la Serna) in 1951-1952, in a personal odyssey which would ultimately inspire him to become a revolutionary leader in the 20th century. The route they have plotted is an ambitious one- from the Andes, along the coast of Chile, across the Atacama Desert and the Peruvian Amazon.
The duo has a series of adventures that vary from the suspenseful (stowing away on a cargo ship, exploring Incan ruins) to the humorous (falling off their bikes, wooing women, drunken revelry) to the heartwarming(volunteering at a leper colony). You'll be transported to magnificant picture postcard scenery and be inspired by the vigour and idealism of these two young men. Basically, this is a wonderful depiction of youthful idealism in blossom. Please watch it if you can.
Friday, November 11, 2005
The book provides many examples to substantiate his theories, some a bit too anecdotal for my taste, but presumably they are on the whole backed by statistically significant data.
One example, when a picture of 1) a cow 2) a chicken and 3) a patch of grass were illustrated. The reader was asked whether the cow belonged better with the chicken or the grass
Americans tend to choose the chicken (both are animals), while Asians tend to choose the grass (the cow eats the grass). (I chose grass, so go figure.)
According to Richard,
"To the Asian, the world is a complex place, composed of continuous substances, understandable in terms of the whole rather in terms of the parts, and subject more to collective than to personal control. To the Westerner, the world is a relatively simple place, composed of discrete objects that can be understood with undue reference to context, and highly subject to personal control. Very different worlds, indeed."
Anyhow, it is a thought-provoking book which is well worth reading.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
I apologize for my unkind frank remarks, but the concert was a disappointment.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
2) Another German student from Viadrina University emailed me today wanting more information about my Happiness study.
" I find your work very interesting, and am planning to carry out asimilar research project to yours on the happiness of students at the Viadrina University. My university is very special in the region. It is located on the German-Polish border region, over one third of the students are Polish, half are German, the rest come from all around the world. Besides comparing the reported levels of happiness between Polish and German students I am planning to measure how these different nationalities percieve the happiness of the other nationality, and so on."
Always nice to have students from other parts of the world interested in studies similar to myself...
Monday, November 07, 2005
Wahaha....in days to come, I'll get my licence (cross fingers). Wish me luck. First hurdle: Theory test. And friends, if you ever think the driving theory tests were hard, reconsider again. The theory powerboat test has much things to remember: coloured buoys, flags, singapore islands in malay, lights, shapes, regulations, sounds of horns, prohibited areas, parts of boats.... And I have to get 26 out of 30 correct!
Example of one question:
Voila! That's how I got started. A weekend course from 9.30am-6.30pm.
It's especially heartwarming to receive greetings from friends miles away. I received a birthday package from Germany, which was really sweet. Thanks Christoph! And also to our dear durrow gals, whom I miss dearly and fondly in Perth. I appreaciate the cards and messages. Han, thanks for burning those CDs for me. Sook, another durrow gal from KL, Malaysia, thanks for calling me that night. It meant a lot. Special thanks to David too, who sent a birthday card miles away. Daren, thanks for remembering even you are holidaying in Hong Kong. Yes, Black too....from China.
Who can forget the three other musketeers (as seen depicted by the bears in the picture)? Shermay Boo boo and Jane Doe, thanks for the dvd player. Both of you have played significant parts in my life and thanks for everything. Pearlene, thanks for delivering me a wonderful surprise on my birthday with the sweet bouquet of flowers, balloon, bears and vouchers. Hah...never thought I would receive a bunch of flowers this year. I have known you for eighteen years and you are probably one that has seen most of my poignant events in my life. Thanks for everything once again.
To many (cousins, friends from Perth and Singapore) whom I have not mentioned, you are in my thoughts. I'm glad that I have known you and in many ways, you have shaped me for who I am today. I am one who appreciates friendships and treasure all of them. MERCI BEAUCOUP, TOUT LE MONDE (thanks a lot, everyone)!
Thursday, November 03, 2005
'I was told to come here. This is 1507 right?'
Okay. As long as I did not open this heaven's gate, nothing would happen to me. A moment later, another male voice came on 'Open the door, Grace.' I thought to myself. What?! They actually knew my name. No guys knew I was here. Weird and bloody hell, he covered the eye-hole.
I opened the door and guess who, it was Pearlene's boyfriend and his friend, Frederick. A much pleasant surprise. The gals soon returned from their trimming session and to my delightful astonishment, the gals bought me a chocolate cake from Four Leaves (my favourite!). Yes...and I had to take photos in my awful sports gear! Didn't have the time to preen myself. Shucks!
Apparently, Alfred was a 'magician' and could do many tricks. Well, he was very thoughtful and made me a tweety bird balloon.
Miss Boo boo and I ended off the night and clubbed at Bar None (at Marriot too. Terribly convenient) while Pearlene headed off to dreamland. There was a live band that night. Although it was only the two of us, it was fun grooving to the music but a hassle trying to fend off 'Mr Scientist' and 'Mr Goofy'. All was good when we headed back up the room, indulging in chicken drumlets at 3 am in the morning.
The four ladies had a good sleep, except the slight murmurings from Jane Doe in the middle of the night (apparently she had nightmares from her upcoming exam) and the blazing light shining through the crevice of the curtains. But well, the four ladies had a hearty brekkie in Marmalade Pantry at the Palais Renaissance.
Picture 1 (From the top): Boo boo and Jane Doe (a.k.a Vietnam travel mates)