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pictures the night before exams

2005-10-07T21:13:00.000+08:00

looks like fairy.....

girl's best fiend, diamante

isn't it cool to have rain wherever you go?

spiral experimental piece

no present for depicting this

spiral masterpiece

heads only

gimme a name

insect on my screen

my favourite, the rat

lessons learnt today

2005-10-07T14:15:00.000+08:00

I was reading the promising brands awards from straits times, engrossed in how the wet towel company, freshening singapore could make it so big when i sighted something on my hand.

now, it is something small but very black and its moving. this view is how i see it at the first instance. you can see the head is facing the left, its head is moving and it seems to be pecking at my hand...

of course i want to see what the fuck it is, such a funny creature on my hand, mayb it is poisonous or what, or mayb its trimming my hair for me? i dunt know... i raised my hand and peered at it.

and this is how everything would look if u were peering at the insect from my opposite side.

it is actually two insects stacking on each other. and both are unidentifiable insects. however, the smaller insect lets name it tiny, is on the bigger insect's, lets name it biggy, backside. and tiny is vibrating up and down and up and down. i can see the expression on tiny's face. i think he likes it. i dun think biggy really enjoyed it. ok la fair enuff, mayb he/she enjoyed a bit, but not as much as tiny. it also seems like biggy would like to take a look at what is happening behind, but apparently his/her body is too long and i think he/she cant turn his/her head. i took some time studying them but cant figure out their sex. of coz i cant let such an oppurtunity escape, i went to take a camera. sadly, the moment i stand up, biggy flew away, with tiny on him/her.

however, i learnt quite a few lessons today from tiny and biggy:
1. insects can have inter species sex.
2. insects can do it on the fly.
3. however, they prefer to do it on the ground.
4. if you're small doesn't mean u cant be in control. vice versa.
5. if you're not in control you're sad.
6. you'd be happy to know its happening.
7. you'd want to see whats happening.
8. f you cant see whats happening you'd be sad.
9. insects like to do it doggy style.
10. insects like to do it somewhere warm and bushy.
11. PDA, public display of affection, is a way of life for insects.
12. moreover, insects don't mind voyuerism.
13. however they mind external movement.
14. insects may be homosexuals or bisexuals, because i can't see their sex.
15. insects dunt wear condem, the condem available on the market is too big for them.

ya thats almost all, there can be more though... but i gotta study my financial acccounting alr. bye blog.

YAwnnnz

2005-10-06T20:48:00.000+08:00

Ywannnzzz, this blog has been sleepin for so long man... its time to wake up!

hmmm i hate this phrase ''its time to wake up''. its something i hear internally every day, at least once. it signals reality, it signals time to work, it signals time to study. sleeping is such a funny thing you know.... if i do not laze on the bed for an additional period of time such that it is just nice to being late, i'd blame myself for not treating myself well enough. however, if i laze or even sleep until i'll be late, i'll blame myself for being lazy. its only a few seconds but the difference between guilt and satisfaction can be so great. back to the topic, i hate this phrase because i've not been sleeping well.

everynight i do not sleep with the intention that i want to sleep. always, i'd be studying until a particular topic, feel tired, and would reward myself with a five minute laze on the bed. and always, the five minute laze become a five hour sleep. aand sleeping without the intention of sleeping is tiring, and very stressful, both before and after waking up.

but everynight? ya its almost everynight, i'm so damn tight nowadays. i've got 2 concurrent degrees and everything is piling up like shit out of the toilet bowl. when i try to flush everything spills out instead. its such that everyweek, there will be at least 1 major assignment, project deadline or exam for me! thats hectic....

all these are taking a lot of time from me. more of indirectly. i'd be all stressed when i think about the major deadlines plunging at me every week. and i get tired easily, and it gets me to sleep unknowingly....

i haven caught up with my friends for quite some time ... even my current uni frens, most of the time i am not free to join them, and i am not free to even join an extra cirricular activity. ohwell can't really blame it on the workload, my time management sux too. realli.... gonna plan well next sem. ohwell the word ''next'' is very easy to use, and it enables me to feel better about the future at least, but the cycle always repeats. ohya not forgetting my lovely girlfriend siting. hmmm i'd definitely spend more time with her when i finish all my psycho stuff.

thank goodness i got 3 major test left at least in this coming week. haha, i'm surprised, did i say thank goodness? i've got financial accounting (10%) and statistics B (30%!!) this coming saturday. ANd ... a 50% theory test on the psychology topic learning next thursday. learning is interesting.... really, i mean the psychology topic of learning. i like the layman's learning too, or else how would i have taken up the psychology degree in army days... back to the tests.... financial accounting i'm screwed. stats i'm confused, coz i know how to do but yet i'm lazy to practise, coz i know how to do, so i feel a bit guilty ... the 50% test... hmm hope i can pass then i would pass my module alr.

hmmm i guess i gotta plan my future well man, but after my psycho degree i promise. now is really tight like the water tap which can't be turned on... am i going to be a business man? entrepreneur? investment banker? investor? i dunno... but the payoff must be good, i wanna be rich, i wanna give my family a good life... i wanna give myself a good life, and not forgetting....

but is rich the way to go???? i dun think so, coz i'd be all stressed and too tired for anything in future if i dun like my job, even if it makes me a billionaire. look at the billionaires, they have so much passion in what they do... must really learn from them. we must love our jobs, we must like what we do. so i guess i just have to start liking to wake up in the morning.....

Learned helplessness

2005-08-02T00:40:00.000+08:00

I read about learned helplessness today. In one of the experimnents, a dog was placed in a harness where it recieved continuous inescapable shocks. The dog was then replaced into another chamber without the harness. In this new chamber, shocks were administered from the floor but the dog has the choice of jumping into the next chamber where there is no shock. In most of the outcomes, the dogs just walk around the chamber, lie down and whine, and do nothing about it. This is learned helplessness.

Doesn't this strike a chord with many of you? I think most national servicemen would be able to relate to the dogs. In two and a half years, we learned learned helplessness. Extreme learned helplessness. Yes, I exercised more, I made some army buddies, and of course I've seen and experienced more, I've even torn my ligaments. But nothing can justify the negative effects of learned helplessness I've learnt over the course of two and a half years ( When I look forward two and a half years ago, it was long. Now, two and a half years later, I look back and it was even longer....)

Regiment, inflexibility, malpractice, abuse of power are all that plague the force. I can't forget a term called ''suck thumb''. Also known as ''lanlan'' in hokkien, it means you can do nothing about it. Orders passed down, decisions made, wise or unwise, reasonable or ridiculous requires us to ''suck thumb''. If I were to really physically ''suck thumb'' throughout the two and a half years, I swear I would only have eight fingers now.

Personally, I can say I am being suppressed to the max. I lost a lot to the force. Now I know how they brainwash us national servicemen. First they make you shag. Pushing you to the max, making sure that what you think of is only the primary needs like food and sleep. Then they constantly implant us with the knowledge that we have to obey and obey and obey and discipline and we can do nothing about it and we are a pile of shit and they are the king to give us food, water, shelter and we should not ask for more. No wonder we feel so greatful to them for the most teeny weeny insignificant stuffs.

Through the two and a half years, we are subjected to ridiculous treatment and atrocious rules which should not be used to govern the general population, who do not deserve to be in the disciplined and prestigious force. The dogs in experiments experienced the harnessed condition for only about a few trails, about a day, to result in such learned helplessness. Whats two and a half years of trials equal to then?

Face it. Two and a half years is too too f***ing long. Now its two years, that makes it too f***ing long then. The learned helplessness will result in a loss of willpower and fighting spirit in the majority of national servicemen as they step back into the society. It makes them gradually and subconsciously lose faith in hope and belief. I will pardon the Singaporean scholar lady who criticised Singaporean men. We really need more people like her to boost the morale of our national servicemen.

I'm lazy to write more. The system is seriously flawed.

The Silver Lining

2005-07-18T13:00:00.000+08:00

Tragic, loss, fear are feelings that gripe the general population whenever the word ''terrorist'' is mentioned. Indeed, there have only been negative comments on the terrorists, who spread all over the world just like maggots over a dead body. As maggots achieve their duties in life, they feel relieved thinking that they are gonna grow wings and go to heaven. But what they are to be, is just another housefly, trapped in the vicious growth cycle. They are gonna live and eat shit, give birth to even more maggots, and be swat to death.

Depending on individuals' viewpoint, we may see maggots as decomposing agents. I see them as growth enhancing agents. I can see countries inching closer and closer, fighting a common enemy. I can see condolences across countries offsetting the disagreements between them. I can see politicians moving together in condemning the vicious attacks.

If you punch me I will be real sad. But your subsequent punches will induce less and less sadness in me. A generation not having gone through war may be a generation of wimps. Terorists gives us a chance to proudly declare that we have all been through war. Thanks, we are hardier now.

Think of terrorists. Think of new industries. Think of cashflow. Think of employment oppurtunities.

Just like maggots, we cannot condemn the terrorists. We can never exterminate them. Coz the terrorist are not really terrorist; they are the agents in our life. I for one, have plenty of praises for these terrorists; As catalysts, they have helped shaped the human population into what the human population is meant to be.

Just a word for the maggots out there: If you want to get out of that vicious cycle, don't become a housefly. How to go about doing it? Starve to death while you are a maggot. You'll seem more useful that way.

In remembrance of Mocha, the stray kitten.

2005-05-27T22:23:00.000+08:00

My mistress:

This letter will be as short as my taste of life. Life is sad. Its all about survival and keeping up with the others. I can't keep up and I strayed. Its all about cruelty and bullying. I met the evils of life and was left fending for myself. Its all about living and dying. Dying is the wrong word to use. I've returned to the universe as one and a part of me shall always be with you. At least...

I got a name. Coffee is a nice try. Doggy too. But Mocha is the name for me.

I did a preach. I converted someone into a cat lover.

I see the goodness in life.

At least I was touched by an angel.

Mocha

*Dedicated to all who only have a collective name: 'stray'

Angel

2005-05-27T21:10:00.000+08:00

Have been posting feely blogs nowadays. But no choice coz being feely is the 'in' thing now. Got a more feely issue coming up but first we must know what constitutes an angel. I don't think an angel is one with wings and halos, with a wand like Mr Harry's. I won't want that kind of angel to appear before me and give me 3 wishes. For I'd be speechless and the 3 wishes would be wasted. In fact if i have a bow and arrow and I see one on the streets, I think I may shoot it down, provided I can think properly. For I do not know what it will do to me.

Angels are constituted by angelic acts. So what is an angelic act? It is an act which makes anything feel 'touched by an angel'. So how can we know if we've been touched by an angel wthout knowing who is the angel? We do not need that as an obstacle to us. Just apply the phrase 'touched by an angel' to any particular acts on you or around you. If it fits in just right, congrats, you've just been touched by an angel.

2005-05-27T20:57:00.000+08:00

Mocha

Heaven

2005-05-27T20:50:00.000+08:00

I don't know if there is a heaven or not. Let's assume there is. Since people make out heaven to be such a nice place, heaven shall not be a place where people lead standard lifestyles and live in standard houses like what is happening in Singapore. Heaven shall be a place where there is no line separating imagination and reality. So that you get what you want and you want what you get. Isn't that wonderful? So who is going to heaven and who is not? What is separating those going to heaven and those who do not? Anyone who claims to know shall be known as a fool. But I shall claim that the ticket to entry of heaven is love. Even though I'd be known as a fool for I'd feel uncomfortable keeping it in my heart. I'll see you there.

5 Cs

2005-05-26T23:35:00.000+08:00

We came up with the 5 'C's of love:

'C'omfort

'C'are

'C'ommitment

'C'ajole

'C'onnection

Hmmmm... Think about it.

2005-05-23T22:09:00.000+08:00

cool~~

2005-05-23T06:31:00.000+08:00

Time flies? No.

2005-05-23T06:30:00.000+08:00

It zooms.

Senses

2005-05-18T18:40:00.000+08:00

If I could only see, nothing more but see, I would like only her with a pretty face.

If I could only hear, nothing more but hear, I would like only her with a melodic voice.

If I could only smell, nothing more but smell, I would like only her with a sweet smell.

If I could only taste, nothing more but taste, I would like only her with a soft tongue.

If I could only touch, nothing more but touch, I would like only her with a smooth skin.

If I could only feel, nothing more but feel, I would love only her.

I only want to feel.

2005-05-06T03:09:00.000+08:00

Ideal

1

2005-05-05T19:34:00.000+08:00

Was deciding between writing an essay on cross cultural perception of life/ death. I chose death as it is just an event and easy to focus on. Life is much more confusing with emotions, goals and purposes. But it suddenly struck me: Why did I think death is a one off event? Why did I think that death is easier to handle than life? What I consciously know about death is simply what people tell me and what I have read about. Cultures, religions all have a toll on my thinking. But why should I belief in people who have not even experienced death? Even those who have the experience can no longer tell us about it. We can never find the answer by thinking what is death.

The more we try to break things up to analyze, the more lost we will get.
Consider a job as 1.
People tend to talk about minor details of the jobs. Competition, deadlines, disagreements, sackings... Supposedly jobs only consist of these 4 factors of equal weightage.
1= 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4 +1/4
Sure its ok to break the job up to 4 parts and analyze. And dwell on the endless competition. Chances are, if people know how to break things up ( to quaters) and dwell on only one factor but do not know how to see that the quarter is part of the 1, they will be lost and miserable.
Many people have gotten this idea and say things like ''stress is just part of a job''.

Moving on, lets say life=1
1=1/4 +1/4 +1/4 +1/4
Say life only have four equal components. Can be sadness, happiness, pain or anything else. Compare the person who says '' Why is my life so sad?'' to the person who says ''Sadness is part of life.'' The first guy is saying 1=1/4. Obviously the equation is incorrect. What results is a feeling of being lost and disillusioned. The 2nd person is saying 1/4 + others= life. A moderate amount of people have gotten this idea and say things like ''part and parcel of life''.

Further up, we take existence =1
1= 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4
Say existence consists of birth, ageing, illness, death in equal parts. If we focus only on death, we will be like the first guy. 1=1/4. Just like we can't answer his question to why his life is so sad, we can never explain what is death. We will fear death just like we will fear competitions and sadness if we only concentrate on the 1/4.

How about taking our own existence =1
Chances are we will feel miserable. For we are not 1.
1= 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4 +1/4 in this context.
Here 1=human existence and it is assumed that there is only four people in the world. If we concentrate on ourselves, 1/4=1, we will say life is short, is precious and wadever. We will be miserable for we are looking at the wrong picture. Is human beings vulnerable? Yes if our own existence=1. No if our own existence + many others =1. Sept 11. Bali bomb blast. The recent tsunami that killed hundreds of thousands. What do they demonstrate? A human existence is vulnerable. But they also shout out loud that human existence is not vulnerable at all. For after all those incidents, human existence=1 has not faltered at all.

Its not enough to see human existence =1
For we all know that just like dinosaurs and other animals, human beings may be wiped out from the surface of the earth one day. In this context:
1= 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4
Where one = existence of life and it is assumed that there are only four living things in the world. Say one of which is dinosaur. It became extinct. Life still exists and the other three creatures become 1/3 each.

How about world=1
1= 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4
Where the parts can be life, objects, air and whatever.

Then mind=1
1= 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4
The parts can be the physical world, time, light, subconscious and all else. Cause without a mind there can be no world. Without a mind, time makes no sense.

Human= 1
1= 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4 + 1/4
The parts can be body, soul, mind, heart or others. It comes back again to human existence and life and wadever.

So what exactly is 1? We can never know for we are looking at 1 alone. Which means 1=1/4. It is totally illogical that is why we will feel unrested by looking at it alone. For the fact is that 1=1.

The more we try to break things up to analyze, the more lost we will get.

Open for interpretation

2005-04-29T21:00:00.000+08:00

The issue on racism again. junyuan you commented that it was a racist post. Hmmm I belief we should all laugh at each other. We should laugh at indians, malays, eurasians and chinese. The most important thing is to be able to laugh at ourselves. And laughing at other people laughing at us. Its the surest sign of joy and confidence.

If I get angry at someone saying that chinese have small eyes and are money minded, which I am to a certain extent, then I'm getting angry at my own characteristics, that others have seen through me. I will laugh instead. If I get angry when people say that chinese are stupid and rude, which I am not, I am being insecure that I may be that one day. I will laugh louder instead. Its all about accepting and being at ease with myself.

We seek to evaluate everyone at the first instance. By knowing nothing about someone we've just met, we will feel uncomfortable. But we really cannot know everyone. The only thing we can do is to group people together and apply stereotypes. Children are ignorant, old people are slow, hooligans are unreasonable, policemen are helpful. All these kind of stereotypes enable me to subconsciously size people up at first instance, enabling me to feel more comfortable and not panic. Stereotyping is a survival tool. It lures us away from potential harm. Although the harm may be either true or false. One reason some people fear ghosts and funny insects is that they have no stereotypes of them at all. It not only makes them ignorant of what that thing is going to do next, it also makes them panicky as they have totally no clue of any of its characteristics.

Racism is all about stereotyping. The point is racism is inevitable. By suppressing it within ourselves, one may reach a break point where he turns his thoughts into reality and do harm to others. One may even suffer from psychological illness due to imbalance in the natural thought process. The important thing is to keep your thoughts and jokes as just that. Thoughts and jokes only. Doing that, we will be telling our body not to take them seriously. We then allow natural thought process and yet get a laugh to enhance our lifestyle.

The blog I posted about tteaasot is not a racist post. Or it may be. People say what you write reflects on what you think. I prefer to say how you interprete reflects on how you think. My blogs are pretty much interpretation blogs. Let me list the possibilities:
a) tteaasot is a ghost. interpreter is superstitious.
b) tteaasot is an imagination. interpretor is a dreamer.
c) tteaasot is a hallucination. interpretor is a science person.
d) the passage is a fiction. interpretor is a story teller.
e) the passage is crap. interpretor is a freak.
f) tteaasot is a real person. interpretor is a stereotype.

Why is the person a stereotype if its f)? Because only two eyes and a set of teeth are described. The interpretor fills the rest with their own knowledge, imagination. So if that description can make one think of a man, it is definitely a stereotype of that kind of man. Besides it is not stated if its day or night, hot or warm, sunny or rainy. With the loss of so many factors, direct or indirect, knowledge, imagination and stereotypes form up to 99.9% of the interpretations.

I say dark is smelly. What will people think of. What are you thinking of? What are you laughing at? Definitely shit is smelly. Or a dark room is smelly. Its really up to the interpretors. Its really open for interpretation.

Recovering

2005-04-29T19:40:00.000+08:00

feeling the heat from the sun again

Never let the world turn its back on you.

Depression

2005-04-27T20:15:00.000+08:00

feeling the heat from the core

How tteaasot crossed the road

2005-04-25T18:30:00.000+08:00

Today on my way home at about 11 p. m., I was turning into a one lane road when I saw two eyes and a set of teeth floating across the road. The action is called jay-floating as there is totally no zebra crossing or whatsoever.

Ok, normal people when seeing a vehicle approaching will
1) stay still on the original side of the road.
2) run back to the original side of the road.
3) walk quickly to the other side of the road.

As the vehicle approached, the two eyes and a set of teeth(tteaasot) was exactly at the centre of the road. I slowed down and estimated such that my vehicle will pass the spot tteaasot was floating on five seconds after tteaasot has reached the other side of the road. But what I was about to witness is being nominated for the stupidest action of the day. Guess what? tteaasot screeched to a halt and turn around, facing me, exactly at the centre of the road. I slowed down further, thinking that tteaasot would float sideways to either side of the road. Or maybe tteaasot would prone down and let me pass above. But none of that happened. Finally my vehicle lost momentum and stopped one metre in front of tteaasot. I calculated and that would be 7 seconds standing in the middle of a one lane road while seeing a vehicle approaching and stop.

tteaasot looked at me in the eye for 3 seconds. Its pure look, not stare. If it were a pretty girl my heart would've melted. Momentarily I could not think as I have to input that into my brain for nomination. tteaasot then turn to the other side of the road and with much effort, completed its task of floating across the one lane road.

But now to think about it, its quite wrong of me to criticise tteaasot and even nominate its act. It was just heeding Mummy tteaasot's advice of waiting for a vehicle to stop before crossing the road. Now I have another nomination...

The Name Game

2005-04-24T00:00:00.000+08:00

My two very cute friends, Luo Yongzhi and Valerie Phua Junmei matchedmade me with an adorable lady. Interesting. Hmmmm. I like the name Si-ting.The name is one which I find familiar and comfortable with. I mean, a european might ask why the hell would someone be named after an action, that is sit-ing. Europeans, they just don't understand that not all names in English alphabets are meant to be pronounced according to the English language. But on further thoughts, its always better than the girl named Shi-ting. I think Europeans would be surprised. Pronounced wrongly may result in an ugly word. But I guess everyone who dislikes their names can always make a reference to Dick. I think Dicks are brave and I really admire Dicks.

I did not have a pleasant experience with my name as well. In primary school, I only introduce myself as kai-yi. I would never divulge my christian name as I knew of the consequences. Its not that people will not make a joke out of the name kai-yi. I always have people calling me ka-yi, ka-ya, ka-yu, kai-li. One I terribly disliked was ah-yi which sounds exactly like auntie in chinese. I was a young boy, mind you. But it was much better and much less than the jokes they can make on my alternative name. Everything went well until one fine day in primary four. My teacher was calling out our names to mark our attendence. ''Tan kai-yi CLEMENT''. All hell broke loose. For the whole day everyone was telling me they did not know I have a christian name Clement. I KNOW! Since then, Clementi, Cement, Clemet, Camel, Carmen, yah, I answer to all of those names. Even Kar Meng, which is leg hair in hokkien. I just thought that Semen can apply as well. But I think by the time we know what is semen, we are not childish enough to play with names and be affected by them. I always dreamnt having a Dick named classmate. He would have attracted so much attention away from me man. Harry can do as well. Unfortunately, I do not personally know of any Dicks or Harrys. Harry can be easily teased but I sort of like this name. It somehow reminds me of myself. After all our minister mentor Lee Kuan Lew is named Harry. Also, it would be easy to share the fame with the reknown magician Harry Potter.

Luckily I'm not stuck in that phase in life. Now I love my name. Clement Tan Kai Yi. Sounds nice ya. At least I won't turn my head in vain as often as Wei-Kiat(s) and Kelvin(s). No offence ya, they just popped out of my mind, then into my hand. I just heard that Africans have !(s) in their names. An example is !Xobile. Its pronounced as ''Tock'' Bee Lay. Supposed to make the ''Tock'' sound by maintaining the tongue straight and sucking it against the top of the mouth. Interesting isn't it? I agree with Peter Russel that it is quite unfair. Why can't we have !, ?, :, =, # or whatever in our names. I mean, it will definitely make our names more interesting and challenging. But come to think of it, I think they all look the same, which is why they seek distinctions in their names.

2005-04-19T20:09:00.000+08:00

Cravio Hazelnut Bar: Chocolate Coated Vanilla and Hazelnut Flavoured Ice Cream

My Adventure With The Cravio Hazelnut Bar

2005-04-19T20:06:00.000+08:00

I opened my freezer to find some Magnolia's Cravio Hazelnut Bar. Its the chocolate coated vanilla and hazelnut flavoured ice cream in a coulourful wrapper. I think I last saw this ice cream when I was about 10 years old. Its been 10 over years. I took a bite while reading The Straits Time when

''Dunt!''

I stopped for a second and wanted to continue biting when

'Dunch! I know you Clement.''

I looked at Cravio and

''Hahaha! I know you too Cravio!''

''I'm not joking with you. I know you.''

''Dunt try to stop me from eating you. I've been eating you since childhood and I will be eating you now.''

''I know your childhood. I know...''

And soon, Cravio digs out my memories. Videos flashed across my mind: My family strolling along sembawang beach. My siblings and I playing on the playground. We building sandbuildings, picking up seashells, coconut husks and twigs and branches. The activities vary but we always end the evening with a Cravio Hazelnut Bar ice cream. I laugh at my elder brother's mouth and at my elder sister's skirt, which is stained full with chocolate and vanilla ice cream and they laughed back and me. My mother ticks me off while she tries to contain the ice cream on my mouth, shirt and hands with a packet of tissue paper while my father watches on. I try hard to battle and finish up the Cravio Hazelnut Bar ice cream before it completely melts. The sun sets and we can hardly see the spoils of the war accumulated from the battle with the Cravio Hazelnut Bar ice cream. Home we go, with sticky skin and sandy slippers.

Those were the days before I went into primary school. Where my parents were still youthful and energetic and my siblings and I worry only about having to sleep early. Where I complain my siblings and fret about writing ABCs. Where I cry over spilt milk and fight over misplaced toys.

I did not notice that my Cravio Hazelnut Bar ice cream was melting and skilfully trickling out of the wrapper onto my safe hands. I shrugged off the voices and videos in my mind and continued eating my ice cream.

How to be happier

2005-04-16T21:18:00.000+08:00

Was doing research on cross cultural perspective of attractiveness when I came upon an article on the Maasai tribe. I just can't forget a sentence which constantly evokes images in my mind. It says that the Maasai people fondle jewelleries during sexual foreplay. I kept on thinking of a guy making a girl high by touching her watch and rubbing her earrings. Its seems quite out of the world to me. But ok lah, I cannot laugh at them. I mean actually can lah, because I'm sure they will laugh at our dildos and vibrating condoms. Of course, I guess they would like to own one too.

The point is, its all part of association. Just like men like to associate their phallic with attractive women's diet, and women like to associate their diet with attractive men's phallic (does not apply consciously to those who reject this line). The Maasai people take jewelleries as part of their body, an extension in fact. Maybe they associated jewelleries with sexuality. Its how the Maasai people do their associations. Nothing fascinating in fact.

I really wonder, if I were to go to Maasai and marvel at a lady's necklace, to the extend of feeling the beads and stones in it, is that molest? I think I will be clobbered to death. Oh ya, really clobbered, as Masaai women find men carrying a club attractive. But what if its a female marvelling instead? Worse, lesbianism, sentenced to pig's cage. But maybe not, maybe they allow homosexuality. I really do not know yet.

Everyone really should read that article. I mean, what if you have a Maasai spouse. What if you fondle every body part but not the jewelleries and your spouse just can't get high? That might make you feel inferior. Of course I think that is quite an extreme case. But let's not rule out any possibilities.

Here's the article: http://www.beautyworlds.com/beautymaasai.htm . Hope they won't mind me linking to their page. After all it is goodwill on my part. Oh ya, I think I sidetracked a bit. My main point is to educate people on how to be happier. The Maasai are very happy people, at the very least, contented with themselves. The article tells you why.

Misunderstanding

2005-04-16T19:20:00.000+08:00

To all who have misunderstood me, I wish to re-iterate that:
I am not a racist. Please keep that in mind. And I really dislike
people who are racist. However I refuse to communicate with
people who are not racist.

P.S: Haha, of course I'm just joking. You all know I feel much
stronger than that.

Forgive?

2005-04-09T17:15:00.000+08:00

From Wisdomtips.com
Title: Forgive
Always forgive your enemies,
nothing annoys them so much.
- OSCAR WILDE -

Dear Mr Oscar Wilde,

Have you really forgiven?

Regards,

Clement

Wipe or Not?

2005-04-06T15:45:00.000+08:00

Today while having dinner, I spilled no soup. My table is clean lest a few droplets of water. Should I wipe the table or not?

Now normally under what circumstances will I wipe the table?
1) The table has food bits and crumps. Or,
2) The table has insects, dead or alive. Or,
3) The table has sauces spilled over it. Or,
4) The table has soup spilled over it. Or,
5) I feel that the table might be dirty.

Of course, the above must be coupled with the fact that there is a tablecloth and that it is damp(such that tweezing it 270 degrees produces some liquid droplets). And that the tablecloth is cleaner than the table. Only then will I wipe the table.

However, the situation becomes tricky when it comes to just water alone on the table. Other liquids on table, including saliva and soup, when not wiped and evaporated, causes:
1) stains on the table. Or,
2) a funny smell. Or,
3) attracts pests. Or,
4) attracts scoldings. Or,
5) a bad feeling in me.
Which is why I wipe the table if there are liquids other than water on it. But water when evaporated, leaves nothing on the table. When I mean nothing, I mean that my five sense feel that nothing is left on the table. Anything outside of that I can't account for it. And since it leaves nothing on the table after it evaporates, wiping it is a waste of effort.

Now if there is a large puddle of water on the table, I must, of course, wipe the table. This is because it will take a long time to evaporate and the next person who uses the table will feel uncomfortable seeing the puddle of water. The big problem arises when there is a few droplets of water. Let's look at the crucial points to consider.

1) The droplet, is it pure water? Assuming it is from my bowl, because I wash my bowl before using it and I do not dry it, has it got in touch with any soup or any food? If it has, it is not water anymore, as it has mixed with other particles to form either a solution or a suspension.

2) Assuming the droplet is from my hand, because I wash my hands before I eat and I do not dry them, has the droplet mixed with any particles like sweat or my skin flake? If it has, it must be wiped as it is not water anymore. I know you all will question about water mixing with dust. However dust is everywhere, even immediately after you wipe the table, so even if it evaporates and leaves dust, it is of little issue.

3) Wiping the table leaves millions of other small droplets of water on the table. Is it worth spreading so many droplets of water on the table just to get rid of a bigger droplet?

4) I, for sure will not know if the tablecloth is totally clean. I can ask the last person who used it. Or one more before. Or even more. However it is endless and we cannot know if they are speaking the truth. Therefore, is it worth the risk to dirty the table, even a little, to get rid of that droplet?

Finally, I decided not to wipe the droplet. Most likely it is water because:
1) It is the same colour as the table. &
2) It does not give off a funny smell. &
3) It does not taste funny. &
4) It does not feel sticky. &
5) It quivers a lot and move when I blow it.
It will soon evaporate and wiping it will be a waste of effort. And people who see me wiping it might give me the curious stare and I don't like people to give me the curious stare.

Oh ya, and my maid will be wiping the table after everyone finishes their meal.

Why Blogg???

2005-03-31T03:06:00.000+08:00

first of all, i must make it clear: i dunt like blogging. its a waste of time. do those people have nothing better to do? instead of blogging, they could've used the time to do so many other things. let me show you what they could've done.

1. they could've spent the time with their parents, building irreplaceable bonds and relationships. the boys in america who shot down their school mates could have indulged in blogging, causing a lack of communication and passing of moral values by their parents.

2. they could've visited the nearest welfare homes, spread joy to the unfortunate and forge closer community ties.

3. they could've daydreamed. think. if newton were blogging and not daydreaming under the tree, the apple would not have hit his head and newton would not have discovered gravity.

4. they could've continued on with their work. if thomas edison had felt tired by the time he tried the 513th material for his light bulb and went blogging, he would not have discovered the lightbulb.

5. they could've voiced what they wanted to blog. if our ministor mentor lee kwan yee had turned to blogging to express his political sentiments and frustrations, the singapore today will just be an illusion in his mind.

6. they could've done some introspection and observations. if sigmund freud blogs the whole day and does not bother to build up an imaginative story of his childhood, we would not have the psychoanalytic theory, and psychology will be backward by a few decades.

7. they could've done some household chores. luckily my maid do not blog, or else she will be stuck by the computer and the rubbish collector may try to fill my house into the rubbish truck.

8. they could've did what they blogged. if warren buffett blogs what he wants to invest, he will not be the second richest man in the whole world. no forbes400. no berkshire hathaway. no money.

9. they could've picked up arms and join our army. if the japanese in 1930s were engaged in blogging and refused to join their army, would singapore have been conquered by japan? would there even be banana notes?

10. they could've drove 10km/hr higher than the speed limit on a quiet road. if everyone were blogging, and no one drove a bit higher than the speed limit, and no one drives past the red light, and no one parks on the double yellow lines, can our brave traffic policeman issue them a summon? can our government treasury register some income? can we have such smooth roads and thorny buildings?

11. they could've gone out. if everyone does not blog,they would have gone out and not parked their cars at hdb carparks. the hdb auntie like the one from zhou wu yu le wang would not have got so much commission in issuing summons.

12. they could've watched a movie. if everyone blogged and nobody watches movies, golden village would be ghost village. it would close down. as it is the main tenant in most shopping centres, most shopping centres will have to increase their rents to cover cost. prices increase and there will be mass inflation. people stop purchasing. money does not go around. there will be a financial crisis.

13. they could've did something productive. if that night my parents blogged, will there even be me sitting here blogging? will there be you?

as you can see, we should stay away from blogging. the above are just the tip of the iceberg. we really should not blog as blogging is sinful. nostradamus, the famous prophet said he see that there are three things that will bring chaos to the world. the first i think is napaeleon. he was right. the second i forgot who. should be hitler. and he was right. the third he said he cannot see. that, i strongly believe, is blogging. tell me, who can see blogging? that is why i firmly believe that we should not blog. please help to spread the message. and, the same goes for reading a blog.