113872012290469954 Tuesday, Jan 31 2006 


true to my resolution, i managed to finish the book by today. i didn’t run, though. ought to do something about this, hmmm.

i can’t help but compare “flowers for algernon” with “to kill a mockingbird”. like TKAM, “flowers” also touched on the issue of class division in society, albeit briefly. as i quote charlie, how strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibility, who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes – how such people think nothing of abusing a man born with low intelligence. (or different skin colour in the case of TKAM. or something else in the case of something else.)

for some reason this book seems extremely poignant to me. charlie is a mentally handicapped 30-something janitor who volunteered to undergo a brain operation that made him a genius. sounds good? not when emotional despair and scepticism come along with the intelligence increase.

talk about charlie. he had a somewhat low IQ before his operation. the people whom he thought were his good friends only hang around with him because they had a penchant for making fun of him. but strangely, he was happy man. he thought that when his so-called buddies were laughing at him, it’s because they liked him so much. he had a direction in life – to become the best janitor around. he yearned to be able to read and write; to be smart, just like everybody else. but this yearning is as much as we long for a million bucks to land on our doorstep – cool to have, but if not, no big deal. it’s impossible anyway.

all these happiness vanished soon after his operation. he realised what his “friends” true intentions were; he questioned authority; he became disillusioned with the motives of everyone, esp. those whom he had held in such high regard not so long ago. he wanted to be more than just a janitor, and this helped him discover a startling truth about the experiment which led to his inevitable tragic end.

i was reminded of the conversation i have with jeff during our *night outfield*. no, we didn’t talk about intelligence or social classes and the like, but i remembered telling him that the more we are aware of the things that are happening around us, the more cynical we become.

hmm… for some reason i really enjoy the book a lot. thanks shiqing!

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anuar is taking over the role of CSM starting tomorrow. i’m still clinging onto the minute hope that he is someone who changes with the environment. -_-

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the tinnitus i’ve been experiencing in my left ear is getting more and more frequent now, so much that i’m getting a bit worried. must have been listening to mp3 player too loud. either that or club too much… LOL!

113871864639843639 Tuesday, Jan 31 2006 

someone (unnamed for confidentiality’s sake) told me he thinks he has depression. i wonder why he thinks i’m the one who can help him when i don’t recall telling him about my past conditions.

this is where i feel ashamed of myself. i used to feel so angry with people who showed scepticism towards the nature of this disease, or even people who believe that everyone has depression and you just need to “think it through…” but now i’ve become one of them. as much as i know that there are variations of everything, i just can’t make myself totally believe him when his behaviour is so much different from mine. firstly, he has always been like this for… the past few years or so? i seriously can’t imagine anyone who can take the mental battle i’ve had last time, for four straight years, without asking for help. secondly, i remembered that when my attacks started coming in, i was trying my best to suppress my feelings from everyone, whilst he isn’t.

but of course, i have no right to pass such unprofessional judgement whic is based solely on my observations. so i did what he asked me to do.

unfortunately, there is something that i cannot do for him.

to you (i won’t be surprised if you actually know my blog address.)
i know you want to talk to me. but i’m sorry, i can’t. i’ve got to think for myself too. i’m trying to keep that condemned part of me as far away as possible. to counsel you is to relive those nightmarish moments for me. when i see you, sometimes i think i see myself. and i don’t really fancy myself a lot, you know? and please, go seek help. i didn’t exactly make myself a burden back then.

113866875258035559 Tuesday, Jan 31 2006 

am expecting a peace and quiet 3rd day of CNY, unless ex-campmate darryl decides to make a visit to my house.

this is a different cny mood that i’ve had as compared to past years. whilst when i was much younger, i really looked forward to those visits over to my maternal grandmother’s house during chu xi as all my cousins would be there, incl. those whom i saw a few times a year but were very close to. besides that, there was this nintendo and sega set in one of the rooms which we would fight to play until the break of dawn. over the next two days, there would be more visits to more houses, and meeting more relatives, which meant catching up with more cousins… whee! didn’t really care about the red packets since they were always confiscated by my parents then.

as of now, the best thing about cny… is the red packets. LOL. but i hope my reluctant decision to deposit last yrs and this yrs takings into a second account (ok not all; i stole a very small amount for immediate use) meant for my studies is wise.

as for talking crap with cousins, the feeling has waned somewhat considering some are attached or married, and all of our interests become more and more diverse over the years. (and some of us are becoming increasingly difficult, or even annoying, to talk to.)

hence, wasn’t really excited about this cny period. for the first time in my life (apart from another occasion where we were all tired and left early), i didn’t countdown to cny over at my grandmother’s house. after hanging around for a while, spent the rest of the night with shiqing and dezhi (his friend) celebrating his birthday at siglap haagen daas(??) before taking the last bus home.

visited esther’s house in the morning of chu yi, before a whole bunch of relatives came over to my house in the afternoon. while the adults chatted their usual stuff (they *never* run out of things to talk about) us “children” played asshole all the way until they decided to leave. it was quite a hell of a time, even though three of us were almost always stuck in the bottom three positions: “mamasan”, “prostitute” and “asshole” (first two terms coined by my classmate and i during our sec 3/4 days where asshole and german bridge were the “in” games, and i make sure the knowledge gets passed down hahaha!) without replacement. =
after which, thought i could spend the whole night alone. watched “brokeback mountain”, then read “flowers for algernon”, a book recommended by shiqing, until zhiyang messaged me this:

“hey why are you at home on a cny night?”

i knew he was tempting me with our common interest. just the two of us (since loo and mark couldn’t make it) went down to RUSH at sultan, hoping to psych us up with our long-overdue dose of techno. it was a bad decision because the club was freaking empty. techno culture is beginning to cease to exist. there was absolutely no cheering for the first time. we left early.

the 2nd day was tiring and full of travelling. slept at three, and woke up at eight, preparing for esther’s visit. after that, went straight to grandmother’s house. stayed for awhile before travelling from tanah merah to yew tee for a gathering of paternal relatives. admired tang jie’s adorable baby boy for a long time until i realised it was time for a cousins-dinner in town.

the dinner was ok. spent a good long time deciding which place to eat. anyway, leo (from project superstar??? in channel u) tagged along with us. he’s a good buddy of vincent (my cousin). maybe it’s just me, i didn’t even know who he is until my cousins told me about him.

i’ve always loved sakae sushi. or maybe because we always only ate there whenever we decided to have some jap food. but maybe i shouldn’t have eaten so much and so quickly.. :)

rushed to clarke quay after the dinner for tony’s birthday celebration at MOS. this was really bad… i’m not sure the reasons why i puked and was so freaking sleepy by 1 am, but my guess is that 1) my alcohol threshold is stil very low. dbl-o sells dilute drinks so i could tahan much more. 2) really fatigued. 3) stomach not feeling that good already. realised it after my first brandy shot. it was a damn embarrassing experience. esp. for the fact that first-timer jeff could outlast me… noooooo!!!

thought i would wake up really late today, but thanks to my screwed up bio clock, i got off my bed at 8 am and begin typing this crap.

sigh…. will try to finish my “flowers for algernon” today! and go run…..

113846879371082511 Sunday, Jan 29 2006 

happy chinese new year to everybody!

mad tv of “terminator – why???” fame proudly presents…

(as recommended by my cousin esther :) )

113828823144365602 Thursday, Jan 26 2006 

an almost sureshot way of knowing a person better – go have a night outfield session with him. at least, that works very well for me. first, with david a long while back, and then with jeff yesterday. by the way, after knowing jeff for quite a few months, it was only the first time that i heard of his achievements back in school. *jawsdrop*

several fucking irritating factors are impeding my progress into the next phase of my ORD endovirus infection.

firstly, just as i was thinking that when i’m done with the audit, i’m done with my service…. obviously i was wrong, what with all the newly crafted homing arrows gleefully pointing at my direction that couldn’t have come at a worse time.. than now.

and then, master is leaving this week. apart from his “quotable quotes”, i’ll miss his so-called “slack and slack” discipline. as for the new csm… so far the descriptions of him i hear from those who have worked with him before are VERY unpleasant. even if it’s just barely a few months with him, the thought of having to work with him is already unbearable.

MMC week. ’nuff said.

duty on the fifth day of chinese new year. the day where i am supposed to apply off because i was asked to go indochine on the fourth of cny. sounds bad enough…. but i should be glad with this arrangement, since i could have been assigned to worse days. at the very least it is on a thursday. and maybe it is fated that shiqing dragged me to the library last weekend to recommend me a few nice and readable books… gonna reserve them for my ops. (i’m a good person; i don’t intend to watch “sex is zero” during ops! not like jeff!)

113809783752427732 Tuesday, Jan 24 2006 

Quotable Quotes from our dear Master:

“You all ah, stomachache here, headache there then report sick. Twenty years old then so fragile, huh… Other people china man seventy eighty year old still can do gardening!”

“Sam, why you late ah? Cannot wake up isit? Sleep late yesterday? Sleep early la, don’t think so much, don’t be a thinker.”

(to samuel) “Fish flu!! Look, Gary fish all die already. You all epi side can go check out if got fish flu this kind of thing or not.”

On top of our previous compilation. See if we can create a One-Quote-A-Day Calendar courtesy of …. Woo (power of master)

113783780279091393 Saturday, Jan 21 2006 

back from a 1-minute jog at bishan park. after much effort in dragging my lazy ass off my room and reluctantly making my way to the park, i heard the first clap of thunder. and then the second. and then the third. all sounded very loud and ominous, as if they’ve hit a tree or a rock or something. initially i was unfazed, and i told myself :how big are the risks of getting hit? like, less than 0.5%? and even so, this would be quite a decent way to die, think: dying for a cause (in fulfilling a new year’s resolution. ha! actually it sounds damn loser-ish.) but VERY fortunately, the little sanity left in me managed to convince myself that Zeus up there isn’t someone you should trifle with. so i ran all the way back home, after realising that the lightning spree isn’t going to stop anytime soon.

hey, i’m fine with running even with light / moderate rainfall, but the presence of lightning really freaks me out, especially after hearing the horror tales my parents, friends and even my ex-physics tutor told me.

so now i’m back here rotting in my room while jeff is probably happily buffing himself up at clementi gym.

/piangz.

never mind, there’s always tomorrow!

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anyway, my friend (and campmate) jeff has just created a new blog. nice… but he was wondering if his “blogging” stamina can last longer than one week. this prompted me to skim through my *horrendous* (and embarrassing) past entries. i have to admit that as my character changes (for the slight better, *hopefully*) my style of blogging changes with me. and it’s interesting to note that this change isn’t significant initially, but very noticeable in the long run. maybe that’s why i don’t intend to stop blogging soon, (just for retrospective’s sake) despite my entries still being as hollow and tepid as ever. haha!

113759062779730697 Wednesday, Jan 18 2006 

it is quite a good day today. caught up with andre and yizhuan the last time before he leaves for cornell this friday.

went to buy a birthday present for shiqing. as he has always been an ardent lover of toys since primary school, we unanimously agreed to shop at … Toy S Rus! we were choosing between Lego Ferrari, Megablock Pirate Ship, iDog and a Deluxe Magic Set and we decided on the last one. it actually costed $120, but the sign stated wrongly ($90), so in the end we paid a mere $90 to the apologetic cashier. so saved some $30! woooot!

after which, went to Far East Plaza. wanted to buy a surprise t-shirt for yizhuan with the imprint “i am yizhuan” in the front amd “don’t kick me” on the back at this personalization store at the fourth level, but i accidentally gave the plan away. (FUUCK!)

anyway, spent quite a lot of money, mainly on food. The fried mars bars, as recommended by yz, was sinfully delicious! We also tried the taiwan XXL spicy pepper chicken as well as the famous chicken rice at fourth storey.

but the best part of this outing is of course the company. it’s been 12 years, a bloody freaking long time. :)

Classic Moments, Courtesy of .. me. -_-

1.(at the poster printing shop)
Representative: So, what kind of material do you guys want for the posters? (meaning what text, what kind of pictures etc.)

Me: (pointing to the original posters) i think this kind of paper will be nice!

2. (at 77th street, when i purchased a finger ring)
Salesman: Say, are you a member of 77th street?

Me: My friend is a member, but he’s not here.

113758986178854666 Wednesday, Jan 18 2006 

Service… with a *sweatdrop*

now i know how poor work ethics reflects so badly on oneself. sigh… but it’s really too late to change now since i’m going to ORD soon haha.

went to this poster printing company with jiahao and kevin this morning, to settle some stuff. the service we got was, quite frankly speaking, one of the worst i’ve experienced so far.

Sweatdrop #1

apparently there has been a misunderstanding with regards to what “design” means. we had agreed to pay the company to design a set of posters (based on the original posters we gave them) and they had faxed to us a quotation containing the “design costs”. and i thought we had made it very clear to him that we wanted the company to change the posters according to our needs.

we only realised that “design”, by the definition of the company, actually means arranging text and pictures together. to create pictures, there has to be an additional “illustration cost”.

as a result, both sides compromised. we would have to draw the pictures ourselves, while they add the colouring for us.

*sweatdrop* if it is that easy, would we even source for professional expertise?

Sweatdrop #2

were told to go downstairs for “coffee break” while the company settle and print out the work schedule for us to take note. he would call us the moment we finished.

80 minutes later i called the company representative and this is what i got in reply:

“oh , you all still downstairs ah? oh, can come up already. we finishing, just printing out only.”

*sweatdrop* did he really expect us to just go home after the break or what?

Sweatdrop #3

the work schedule turned out to be only one-page long. and that requires 80 minutes worth of effort?!

the worse part is, the schedule is laden with spelling mistakes. we spotted at least 5, including a very major one.

Sweatdrop #4

were about to leave, when we realised that the representative had misplaced our original posters. initially he asked if we really needed them. then he asked if we had extra in our office. exasperated, kevin told him that those were our only copies. while he went around the office asking everyone if they have seen the posters, i made a desperate attempt to call dr mash, and even jeff, to see if we have any spare copies back in camp.

finally he found it, stashed together with the other posters on his desk.

*sweatdrop*

Sweatdrop #5

wanted to borrow rubber bands to tie up our posters so that they remain in good condition when we reached home. so we asked the representative if he had any to spare.

representative: err.. i don’t think we have any rubber bands

kevin (to the secretary): excuse me, do you have any rubber bands?

secretary: oh yes , we do. here you go.

*sweatdrop*

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but we had a good laugh after that though. hahahaha.

113733422100669246 Sunday, Jan 15 2006 

went to watch “the heirloom” with shihao, shiqing and his friend. somehow i get the feeling that i tricked all of them to watch with me. one didn’t know it was a horror show and wanted to back out at the last minute, and another didn’t know it was a chinese show until the title (chinese words) appeared in the big screen.

this is your regular haunted house horror movie. throughout the show i was happily spotting cliches! this is what i’ve found:

- a big haunted house, with a spooky attic, and with a terrifying history (complete with scary flashbacks)
- lightning and thunder everytime camera zooms into the house
- frightening sequences which turn out to be a nightmare. (-rolls eyes-)
- raining in funerals
- lone hero / heroine exploring the obviously haunted places after hearing strange sounds
- scary things happening when the clock struck twelve
- blood (?) dripping from the ceiling
- bloody footprints appearing out of nowhere

despite all these, i still found it quite enjoyable and moderately spooky. (not sure how the rest find it though, and don’t dare to ask!) interesting show… tis the second one i’ve watched that touches on the traditional barbaric chinese practice of worshipping dead foetus. the thought of it is already creepy right?

fuck! ops tomorrow! again!

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