Its a warm night and I had been at home the whole day, just chilling out basically and watching movies, TV shows, freshly gotten.. Just don ask how I got it though.. ;) Its certainly been a long time since I got to watch the latest episodes of my favourite US TV shows. Phew. I think some of the developments in between were lost.
I also got a chance to watch the DVDs that I brought back from JB. Six titles but I only really wanted to watch one, Corpse Bride. Funny show, cool animation but too bad I did not watch it on the big screen. It would certainly be a cool movie to watch on the silver screen, with the fresh, bright colours and all.
Anyway, I was just thinking. How hard it was to bring illegal stuff to this tiny red dot without getting caught? I am not talking about bring bulks of banned stuff in of course but little quantity for self-enjoyment. Pirated DVDs, gums, (for the benefit of non-Singaporeans, our beloved government actually banned gums to keep our city clean and free of those disgusting spit gums) and cigarettes. Certainly, our custom is very strict when it comes to bringing stuff into Singapore but the fact is I let my bag through the x-ray thingy that they have at the custom checkpoint and I can bet that whatever I had inside my bag was very clear to the officer manning the machine but he did not even gave it a second look. The stuff that I brought in is enough to throw me behind bars though I strongly doubt they would care what I had inside my bag. The officer was more engrossed in checking out the facial expressions of the people going through the checkpoint.
On the one hand, I was selfishly glad that nothing happened to me when I brought the stuff back to Singapore but on the other, wouldn't it be a little risky to just let people through without checking their bags more throughly? What if some pyscho decided to bring in some bomb or something like that or what if some drug peddlers decided to bring in some coke or meth pills? Little by little so they would not get caught? And since the amount is small, they might just succeed in slipping through under the nose of our customs withouth them even noticing.
Whatever.. As long as I have my DVDs and gums and I am a happy little girl already..! :)
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Love of the Common People
Living on free food tickets,
water in the milk from a hole in the roof
where the rain came through.
What can you do?
Tears from your little sister,
crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch
for the party to go.
But you know she'll get by
'cause she's living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
It's a good thing you don't have a busfare,
it would fall thru' the hole in your pocket and you'd lose it
in the snow on the ground.
You got to walk into town to find a job.
Tryin' to keep your hands warm
when the hole in your shoe lets the snow come thru'
and chills you to the bone.
Now you'd better go home where it's warm,
where you can live in a love of the common people,
smile from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
Living on a dream ain't easy
but the closer the knit the tighter the fit
and the chills stay away.
Keeping 'em in stride for family pride.
You know that faith is in your foundation
and with a whole lot of love and a warm conversation
but don't forget to pray.
Making you strong were you belong
and we're living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
water in the milk from a hole in the roof
where the rain came through.
What can you do?
Tears from your little sister,
crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch
for the party to go.
But you know she'll get by
'cause she's living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
It's a good thing you don't have a busfare,
it would fall thru' the hole in your pocket and you'd lose it
in the snow on the ground.
You got to walk into town to find a job.
Tryin' to keep your hands warm
when the hole in your shoe lets the snow come thru'
and chills you to the bone.
Now you'd better go home where it's warm,
where you can live in a love of the common people,
smile from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
Living on a dream ain't easy
but the closer the knit the tighter the fit
and the chills stay away.
Keeping 'em in stride for family pride.
You know that faith is in your foundation
and with a whole lot of love and a warm conversation
but don't forget to pray.
Making you strong were you belong
and we're living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
Toto
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Sister's parrot.
She is currently teaching Toto to meow while my mum is teaching her how to laugh.
And my dad is teaching Toto how to say my chinese name.
I bet Toto is really confused now.. Poor Toto
Stupid moderation
I just realized that I turned on the "comments moderation" function and as a result, whatever comments will not be shown unless I allowed it. Problem is, I have no idea when the hell I turned on the function!
Stupid stupid!!
Ok folks, sorry for this slight hiccup in posting your comments.. Keep them comin' please, I love to read your comments..!
Thanks to DK for telling me about this..!
Stupid stupid!!
Ok folks, sorry for this slight hiccup in posting your comments.. Keep them comin' please, I love to read your comments..!
Thanks to DK for telling me about this..!
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Blurry blurry vision
Went back to JB for my eye examination today. DK was really sweet enough to accompany me there cos I just couldn't find anyone to go with me. I would have gone there myself if not for the fact that the eye examination would make my vision really blur cos of the eye drops to dilate my eye muscles which would restrict my pupils from contracting and as a result, my near vision would be really blur. I cannot even see the outlline of my palm when put right in front of my eyes. Everything has to be at least an arm's length away for me to see clearly.
As usual, Ah Beng and gang asked me to get some stuff from JB back. DVDs, cigarettes, gums etc. Aye, DVDs again.. The previous batch of DVDs that I brought back for them cost me someone dear. On the other hand, it was not a bad thing too cos the whole experience kinda made me stronger and more defensive, even though it hurt a lot.
Ok, enough of this crap.
The kind people at Optimax were very professional. Apparently, the slight short sightness that I am having now is caused by my cornea. However, the power is very low, 50 in my right eye and 75 in my left eye. I can undergo another operation to correct it but the chance of over-correction is very high due to the low power. In the event of over-correction, it would depend on my eye muscles to correct the over-correction. If however my eye muscles are not strong enough, I would be stuck with long-sightedness forever. Ultimately, there would be a 50-50% chance of having perfect vision. My test result would be passed to the doctor for review and he would advise me better after studying my case. Troublesome..!
After that, I brought DK to my favourite Japanese restaurant to have dinner. Pikachu!
Walked around a little after that and got my DVDs, a pack of cigs and 2 bars of gums, some cakes for my folks and then headed off home. Also managed to see a Cheverolet Corvette on display there. Cool car..!
As usual, there was a jam on the causeway. I hate going through the custom, esepecially the M'sia side. Its messy, slow, stuffy and the place is so crowded.
I am so glad that I am back on Spore soil once again. What a tiring day!
As usual, Ah Beng and gang asked me to get some stuff from JB back. DVDs, cigarettes, gums etc. Aye, DVDs again.. The previous batch of DVDs that I brought back for them cost me someone dear. On the other hand, it was not a bad thing too cos the whole experience kinda made me stronger and more defensive, even though it hurt a lot.
Ok, enough of this crap.
The kind people at Optimax were very professional. Apparently, the slight short sightness that I am having now is caused by my cornea. However, the power is very low, 50 in my right eye and 75 in my left eye. I can undergo another operation to correct it but the chance of over-correction is very high due to the low power. In the event of over-correction, it would depend on my eye muscles to correct the over-correction. If however my eye muscles are not strong enough, I would be stuck with long-sightedness forever. Ultimately, there would be a 50-50% chance of having perfect vision. My test result would be passed to the doctor for review and he would advise me better after studying my case. Troublesome..!
After that, I brought DK to my favourite Japanese restaurant to have dinner. Pikachu!
Walked around a little after that and got my DVDs, a pack of cigs and 2 bars of gums, some cakes for my folks and then headed off home. Also managed to see a Cheverolet Corvette on display there. Cool car..!
As usual, there was a jam on the causeway. I hate going through the custom, esepecially the M'sia side. Its messy, slow, stuffy and the place is so crowded.
I am so glad that I am back on Spore soil once again. What a tiring day!
I need a gigantic plaster
"People who hurt us and are not repentant are not worth our time.'
I used to be very optimistic and believe that the true nature or humans are good. People do not want to hurt others for no reason cos most people are usually defensive, never offensive in treating others. I was naive, so damn naive. And I learnt my lesson the hard away. So hard that the wound cannot seem to heal properly cos for some twisted reason, I don want it to heal. I am that twisted.
And so it continues to hurt. The worst thing is, its not a physical pain. Skins may tear and bones may be broken but ultimately they are just physical pain. Its the emotional pain that hurts more. Emotions are not tangible, they are unseen and yet can be clearly felt, so much so that more often than not, its even worse than the physical pain.
Aye, I think I need a gigantic plaster to stick the wound back and prevent my itchy fingers from tearing the wound open again.
I used to be very optimistic and believe that the true nature or humans are good. People do not want to hurt others for no reason cos most people are usually defensive, never offensive in treating others. I was naive, so damn naive. And I learnt my lesson the hard away. So hard that the wound cannot seem to heal properly cos for some twisted reason, I don want it to heal. I am that twisted.
And so it continues to hurt. The worst thing is, its not a physical pain. Skins may tear and bones may be broken but ultimately they are just physical pain. Its the emotional pain that hurts more. Emotions are not tangible, they are unseen and yet can be clearly felt, so much so that more often than not, its even worse than the physical pain.
Aye, I think I need a gigantic plaster to stick the wound back and prevent my itchy fingers from tearing the wound open again.
Friday, November 18, 2005
New Look
Was told that there was something wrong with the commments function of my blog so revamp it.
I like the new look!
I like the new look!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Vision for loan?
I am in big trouble...
I have to go back to JB this Sat on 19 Nov to have another round of eye check up. Apparently, the specialist found out that my eyesight is still not perfect yet (no shit, Sherlock) and I will have to undergo another round of check-up to determine the cause of the imperfection. If its due to the thickness of the corneas, I would have to go through another round of Lasik, free this time. But if its due to the loose muscle of the eye, then there is nothing much Lasik can do.
The problem now is not so much of the operation but more of who will be able to go with me. During the test, the muscle of my eyeballs will be relaxed artificially, much like the first eye examination that I had the previous time. And I will be effectively blind, well almost, for the next day or two. And therein lies the problem. I need another set of eyeballs to help me orientate.
Conclusion: I need a companion to go with me. To be my sight. Otherwise I might just end up in KL instead of Spore at the end of the day.
Anyone willing to take pity on me and go with me? I am willing to pay for the transportation expenses, can even throw in a lunch or dinner meal if you really want...
Help!!
I have to go back to JB this Sat on 19 Nov to have another round of eye check up. Apparently, the specialist found out that my eyesight is still not perfect yet (no shit, Sherlock) and I will have to undergo another round of check-up to determine the cause of the imperfection. If its due to the thickness of the corneas, I would have to go through another round of Lasik, free this time. But if its due to the loose muscle of the eye, then there is nothing much Lasik can do.
The problem now is not so much of the operation but more of who will be able to go with me. During the test, the muscle of my eyeballs will be relaxed artificially, much like the first eye examination that I had the previous time. And I will be effectively blind, well almost, for the next day or two. And therein lies the problem. I need another set of eyeballs to help me orientate.
Conclusion: I need a companion to go with me. To be my sight. Otherwise I might just end up in KL instead of Spore at the end of the day.
Anyone willing to take pity on me and go with me? I am willing to pay for the transportation expenses, can even throw in a lunch or dinner meal if you really want...
Help!!
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Mr Brown & his codes
What a roller coaster ride! Phew, a true adrenaline rush manz....!
I started reading this book only last evening and I had already finished this book about 10 mins earlier.. I even managed to go out shipping with CN in the afternoon but still managed to finish it within such a short time. I was hooked by the story and the fun I had with the codes inside, even though its not a lot..
And its really irritating that I can't seem to break the last one:
128-10-93-85-10-128-98-112-6-6-25-126-39-1-68-78
Clue: this is a Cesear's box code..
I can't wait to have Deception Point in my hands..!
Edit: Finally found the code. Its rather lame.. "We are watching you"
Fits the title but super lame lor!
I started reading this book only last evening and I had already finished this book about 10 mins earlier.. I even managed to go out shipping with CN in the afternoon but still managed to finish it within such a short time. I was hooked by the story and the fun I had with the codes inside, even though its not a lot..
And its really irritating that I can't seem to break the last one:
128-10-93-85-10-128-98-112-6-6-25-126-39-1-68-78
Clue: this is a Cesear's box code..
I can't wait to have Deception Point in my hands..!
Edit: Finally found the code. Its rather lame.. "We are watching you"
Fits the title but super lame lor!
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Of novels and escapism
I love paperback fiction novels, and I would read whatever I could lay my hands or rather eyes on. Just letting my eyes run across the sentences that are poetically strung up by words. There is something so mystic and wonderful how a couple of words when put togther can take you far away into another world, the imaginery world that is conjured up entirely by the writer. Its just like seeing a huge screen in front of you and watching all these words turning into images and situations which one cannot even possibly even begin to fathom in reality. There were times when I actually prefer to read than to watch a movie and all who knows me will know that I love watching movies.
The first book that I ever laid my hands on was titled, "The Monkey's Tail" or something like that, by Enid Blyton. It had a hard purple cover and as expected, had a picture of a monkey on it. Mum gave it to me when she saw that I was amazed by the monkey on the cover. I plonked myself down in the living room and spent 2 hours devouring every little details of the stories inside the book. After that, there was no return, I was hooked. I can't stop reading.
For a while Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl were my constant companions. I just could not get enough of them. In school, the other kids were playing by the field or chatting during lunch while I was always sitting at the stairs or inside en empty classroom reading. As a result, I was kind of ostracised by the kids in school. I was loner, always with a book in my hands and just couldn't seem to fit into any groups. A weird bespectacled little girl who actually prefer reading to playing.
After that, Enid and Roald no longer satisfy my reading desires. They began to get childish or its just that I grew out of them. I moved from children books to Sidney Sheldon, Stephen King, David Eddings, Judie McNaught, Anne Rice, just to name a few. From fantasy to romance to adult themes to horrors, everything and anything I could get my hands on. I basically devoured them all. I read so much that my folks were afraid of me turning a nutcase cos I basically would shut myself out from reality when I read. In fact, I would ignore everything and concentrate so much on my books that I could finish a normal paperback in less than 2 hours.
Over the years, reading became my way of coping with reality. The truth is whenever I met any difficulties that I can't solve or met with any emotional problems that I can't cope, I would read. It has became my way of hiding and forgetting about the unfortunate issues that I met in real life. Its my way of seeking solace when things spiralled out of control. However, there were times when books no longer provide me a portal to the fictional world. These were times when things were getting so out of control that words no longer provide the much needed solace that I wanted. I effectively gave up on reading for the past 1 year or so. Somehow, fiction failed me.
Now, I resolved to go back to my favourite hobby. I want to take back control of my life again, no matter how boring it is. The fictional world is so much easier to control than the reality. Entering the dark world of physchological thrillers involving sick and twisted serial killers and forsensic science or journeying through imaginery flawless kingdoms occupied by mythical creatures are so much better than dealing with the hypocrisy that is so prevalent in the reality.
I am back to reading.. :)
The first book that I ever laid my hands on was titled, "The Monkey's Tail" or something like that, by Enid Blyton. It had a hard purple cover and as expected, had a picture of a monkey on it. Mum gave it to me when she saw that I was amazed by the monkey on the cover. I plonked myself down in the living room and spent 2 hours devouring every little details of the stories inside the book. After that, there was no return, I was hooked. I can't stop reading.
For a while Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl were my constant companions. I just could not get enough of them. In school, the other kids were playing by the field or chatting during lunch while I was always sitting at the stairs or inside en empty classroom reading. As a result, I was kind of ostracised by the kids in school. I was loner, always with a book in my hands and just couldn't seem to fit into any groups. A weird bespectacled little girl who actually prefer reading to playing.
After that, Enid and Roald no longer satisfy my reading desires. They began to get childish or its just that I grew out of them. I moved from children books to Sidney Sheldon, Stephen King, David Eddings, Judie McNaught, Anne Rice, just to name a few. From fantasy to romance to adult themes to horrors, everything and anything I could get my hands on. I basically devoured them all. I read so much that my folks were afraid of me turning a nutcase cos I basically would shut myself out from reality when I read. In fact, I would ignore everything and concentrate so much on my books that I could finish a normal paperback in less than 2 hours.
Over the years, reading became my way of coping with reality. The truth is whenever I met any difficulties that I can't solve or met with any emotional problems that I can't cope, I would read. It has became my way of hiding and forgetting about the unfortunate issues that I met in real life. Its my way of seeking solace when things spiralled out of control. However, there were times when books no longer provide me a portal to the fictional world. These were times when things were getting so out of control that words no longer provide the much needed solace that I wanted. I effectively gave up on reading for the past 1 year or so. Somehow, fiction failed me.
Now, I resolved to go back to my favourite hobby. I want to take back control of my life again, no matter how boring it is. The fictional world is so much easier to control than the reality. Entering the dark world of physchological thrillers involving sick and twisted serial killers and forsensic science or journeying through imaginery flawless kingdoms occupied by mythical creatures are so much better than dealing with the hypocrisy that is so prevalent in the reality.
I am back to reading.. :)
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