Was chatting with E.S and Mumbles over MSN and in the midst of name-calling we get this from Mumbles:
"BTW, GUESS WHAT I WAS WOKEN UP BY THIS MORNING."
ha.ha.ha.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
This is It
Caught the 2-hour music video with Mumbles and Elephant Shit (E.S) . Its a good documentary and I liked it but I wont say more.
Mumbles was at the ticket counter while E.S and I were fooling around with the AXS machine and we found out you could actually buy insurance there. Pressed a couple of buttons and it turns out its actually a request-for-information page where you key in your info, phone number, and preferrred time of call. Tell me, who can resist punching in someone else's info?
Name: Nxxxx Pxxx
Phone number: 987x-xxx6
Preferred time of call: 9am
I hit the "send" button but Mumbles saw what was happening and hit "cancel" exactly at the same time and we had no idea if it got sent through. Judging by the ambiguity of such requests, I suppose nothing happened.
Mumbles was at the ticket counter while E.S and I were fooling around with the AXS machine and we found out you could actually buy insurance there. Pressed a couple of buttons and it turns out its actually a request-for-information page where you key in your info, phone number, and preferrred time of call. Tell me, who can resist punching in someone else's info?
Name: Nxxxx Pxxx
Phone number: 987x-xxx6
Preferred time of call: 9am
I hit the "send" button but Mumbles saw what was happening and hit "cancel" exactly at the same time and we had no idea if it got sent through. Judging by the ambiguity of such requests, I suppose nothing happened.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
There are no eternal friends or foes
It's 430am sunday morning.
My day started pretty late at noon, which isn't that late considering I only slept for 7 hours the night before. I double booked Friday night, and I double booked Saturday too. Stupid me.
Missed Mumble's party last night for another occasion that I shan't mention in case itbe used against me. Missed a dinner tonight in favour of a birthday party at Morton's, where I really regret what I ordered because I could only fit half of it into my entree fillled digestive system. Too much wine and too much song and I'm falling asleep at the table. Good thing I sobered up for round 2, and then wrapped it up with round 3 at Mumble's where I vegetated infront of the 60 inch screen playing Godfather part uno.
Hitched a ride home and here I am, typing this when I should be rested because I would be expected at the church pews in approximately....5 hours. Exhaustion does leave me wanting more, a strange feeling. I suppose it is the conflict in my heart and mind that keeps me awake at unearthly hours. What else could compel me to stay awake, when sweet slumber is accompanied with a jubilant spirit?
My day started pretty late at noon, which isn't that late considering I only slept for 7 hours the night before. I double booked Friday night, and I double booked Saturday too. Stupid me.
Missed Mumble's party last night for another occasion that I shan't mention in case itbe used against me. Missed a dinner tonight in favour of a birthday party at Morton's, where I really regret what I ordered because I could only fit half of it into my entree fillled digestive system. Too much wine and too much song and I'm falling asleep at the table. Good thing I sobered up for round 2, and then wrapped it up with round 3 at Mumble's where I vegetated infront of the 60 inch screen playing Godfather part uno.
Hitched a ride home and here I am, typing this when I should be rested because I would be expected at the church pews in approximately....5 hours. Exhaustion does leave me wanting more, a strange feeling. I suppose it is the conflict in my heart and mind that keeps me awake at unearthly hours. What else could compel me to stay awake, when sweet slumber is accompanied with a jubilant spirit?
Friday, June 26, 2009
Come Together Now
I find it strange how there are times when its midweek and my weekend is still not planned out, and I begin to wonder what I should be doing and if I should even plan. And just when its Thursday morning and I resign myself to having a nice quiet weekend with the family or my books and I get a string of messages and phonecalls.
Mind you, a string or messages and phone calls while I'm DRIVING at night, just after I pull out of the guardhouse. No calls no messages in the day, nothing. Then wham, an influx.
Mind you, a string or messages and phone calls while I'm DRIVING at night, just after I pull out of the guardhouse. No calls no messages in the day, nothing. Then wham, an influx.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Smile, and the world thinks you're strange
There are days when you're tired and hungry and you enter a shopping mall or a food court or some establishment and its packed to the brim. You can't feel help but feel agitated at the teeming millions for taking up your rights to space and fresh air, and sometimes, sunshine. Oh the horrors, don't these people have to work?! Why can't I find a seat?! Damn it.
Then there are other days when you're on your feet, raring to go, your eyes are peeled, you're feeling smug. The same scenario unfolds before you, only this time you notice the things you hadn't seen yesterday. The magic of the invisible hands never ceases to amaze you. The classical caretaker of the freemarkets ensuring everything's in place. Suddenly the supply and demand of goods in just that one mall overloads your mind and you think about where the dustin came from, the paint on it, the power socket on the wall, the screws on it, the tiles on the floor, the airconditioners, its parts, the signboards, the ink on it, the paper, the posters, the clothes people wear, the potted plants, the exit signs, the lights, the fixtures, the wood panelling, the soap in the toilet, the flush, the hand dryer as you walk out, the air purifier in the doughnut store, the jam in your doughnut, the eggs in the flour.
Of course, you too are part of the magic of the invisible hands and nothing can release you from its grip. But you my friend, want to be part of the supply of things, so that you may demand ferraris and GCBs while the rest of the world that you're smiling at thinks you're strange, and that the mall is just too damn crowded.
Then there are other days when you're on your feet, raring to go, your eyes are peeled, you're feeling smug. The same scenario unfolds before you, only this time you notice the things you hadn't seen yesterday. The magic of the invisible hands never ceases to amaze you. The classical caretaker of the freemarkets ensuring everything's in place. Suddenly the supply and demand of goods in just that one mall overloads your mind and you think about where the dustin came from, the paint on it, the power socket on the wall, the screws on it, the tiles on the floor, the airconditioners, its parts, the signboards, the ink on it, the paper, the posters, the clothes people wear, the potted plants, the exit signs, the lights, the fixtures, the wood panelling, the soap in the toilet, the flush, the hand dryer as you walk out, the air purifier in the doughnut store, the jam in your doughnut, the eggs in the flour.
Of course, you too are part of the magic of the invisible hands and nothing can release you from its grip. But you my friend, want to be part of the supply of things, so that you may demand ferraris and GCBs while the rest of the world that you're smiling at thinks you're strange, and that the mall is just too damn crowded.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I think, therefore I am
How the hell do i shoot a 89 playing off the whites today, when I shot an 80 last thursday playing off blue at the same freaking course?! And why did I have to play that shit during a tournament, together with bets on?! How did I mess up the longest drive?! Glory to the brave my foot! Ive not been so annoyed at myself over golf!!
Nothing like a pretty face to take the rage away. Good thing at least 1 tiger beer girl was pleasing to the eye or I'd feel like shit the entire day.
Lucky thing I was in good company too. Its just a bit scary hanging out with uncle A. because he talks to everyone and jokingly talks shit to everybody and I think one day we're all gonna get hammered. For real.
I'm obviously doing myself a disservice about Friday when its without a doubt one heck of a mountaineous huge gigantic mountaineous big ass uphill 90 degree slope high altitude 99% failure climb. But still, I try. Fool.
Nothing like a pretty face to take the rage away. Good thing at least 1 tiger beer girl was pleasing to the eye or I'd feel like shit the entire day.
Lucky thing I was in good company too. Its just a bit scary hanging out with uncle A. because he talks to everyone and jokingly talks shit to everybody and I think one day we're all gonna get hammered. For real.
I'm obviously doing myself a disservice about Friday when its without a doubt one heck of a mountaineous huge gigantic mountaineous big ass uphill 90 degree slope high altitude 99% failure climb. But still, I try. Fool.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Man on the run
Honest, good, peace loving citizens usually bask in the knowledge there are the courts of law for civil justice, and the police for law enforcement. When the unfortunate and unexpected happens, they first turn to the police, and then sometimes they weep and cry, and the shock and audacity of their perpetrator overwhelms them. Anger, rage, and hatred for the uncivilised. The police will get them, I'll sue him they say. Justice is fair.
Time passes, the rage dies down, but the hate still remains. The police say their doing their best, the court has no evidence. What can a good citizen do? Join the police and be a tough guy? Life isn't as dramatic as in the movies.
Turn to the right friends-- But some people treat them like the church, going only when there's trouble. And they dont want to be in their debt. Well the only debt is loyalty my friend.
Time passes, the rage dies down, but the hate still remains. The police say their doing their best, the court has no evidence. What can a good citizen do? Join the police and be a tough guy? Life isn't as dramatic as in the movies.
Turn to the right friends-- But some people treat them like the church, going only when there's trouble. And they dont want to be in their debt. Well the only debt is loyalty my friend.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The Beginning
Tomorrow's the first day of June. Also the first day that I would wake up to do nothing really. Most probably head down in the afternoon to submit an overdue resignation. Before I really have absolutely nothing to do and Im not sure if I should even count myself unemployed because economically speaking, I would have to be looking for work to be classified as such.
Neither am I a discouraged worker. I'm just driftwood at the moment which is far from what I imagined myself to be considering I spent so much time and effort trying to be ahead during my college days till now.
It's a slippery slope. I could submit my resume to godpa and take things from there, I could spend 24/7 thinking of an idea, or I could take another week off, then another, then another till I see the world pass me by and wonder what the hell i've been doing. I could also end up working for someone and then still see the world pass me by.
What am I talking about. There's no time for down! "damn those torpedoes, full speed ahead!!!!"
Neither am I a discouraged worker. I'm just driftwood at the moment which is far from what I imagined myself to be considering I spent so much time and effort trying to be ahead during my college days till now.
It's a slippery slope. I could submit my resume to godpa and take things from there, I could spend 24/7 thinking of an idea, or I could take another week off, then another, then another till I see the world pass me by and wonder what the hell i've been doing. I could also end up working for someone and then still see the world pass me by.
What am I talking about. There's no time for down! "damn those torpedoes, full speed ahead!!!!"
Cracked up, stacked up, 22. Got too much time to kill
I sat alone at the coast on the last night I had in Australia, facing the mighty pacific ocean. People came to mind, one by one. Who did I wish the most would be by my side to share the beauty? Ah, it didnt take very long for me to decide. I felt the same way for every sight I saw the past 14 days. cie la vie.
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I felt the sand between my toes and looked in wonder as the waves swept past my feet, before drawing back out into the oean forming sand patterns from my feet.I realised that the physics behind the well, physical world is simply awesome and it continues without our notice. Everything just, falls into place.Conformity to the equations set forth by the Creator. It is truly a wonderful design. All who enter abandon all ye atheism.
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Ivy at the hairdressers told me to think less, because I've more silver hair than normal. Great.
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I felt the sand between my toes and looked in wonder as the waves swept past my feet, before drawing back out into the oean forming sand patterns from my feet.I realised that the physics behind the well, physical world is simply awesome and it continues without our notice. Everything just, falls into place.Conformity to the equations set forth by the Creator. It is truly a wonderful design. All who enter abandon all ye atheism.
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Ivy at the hairdressers told me to think less, because I've more silver hair than normal. Great.
Monday, May 11, 2009
All Roads Lead to Rome
Handsome Bob: What you gonna do after your graduation?
Mr-One-Two (me): From this day on, to the day where i am in my death bed with my grand children around me, i've gotta build a fucking empire.
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I keep getting the same questions... why dont you go work in a bank, i thought you were doing well as an intern, why dont you do this why dont you do that.
It didnt take very long for me to decide the path I was going down. I cannot possibly sit down and get a 9-5 job, or 9-9 for that matter. There's just too much to do in one lifetime, I admire those who find the resilience to drag their feet through life.
Why be the banker when you can be the client.
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There's great meaning in classical children's stories, and only those with eyes can see.
One day Alices comes to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. "which road do i take?" asked Alice. "where do you want to go?" was his response. "i dont know", Alice answered. "then", said the Cheshire cat, "it doesnt matter".
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Mr-One-Two (me): From this day on, to the day where i am in my death bed with my grand children around me, i've gotta build a fucking empire.
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I keep getting the same questions... why dont you go work in a bank, i thought you were doing well as an intern, why dont you do this why dont you do that.
It didnt take very long for me to decide the path I was going down. I cannot possibly sit down and get a 9-5 job, or 9-9 for that matter. There's just too much to do in one lifetime, I admire those who find the resilience to drag their feet through life.
Why be the banker when you can be the client.
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There's great meaning in classical children's stories, and only those with eyes can see.
One day Alices comes to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. "which road do i take?" asked Alice. "where do you want to go?" was his response. "i dont know", Alice answered. "then", said the Cheshire cat, "it doesnt matter".
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Sunday, May 10, 2009
"Mikhail..."
"Be sealed with the Holy Spirit"
"Amen"
"Peace be with you"
"And also with you, Your Grace"
"Amen"
"Peace be with you"
"And also with you, Your Grace"
Saturday, May 9, 2009
These are the days that never end
It's done. I'm a free man...in every sense of the word. Every, every, every sense of the word. I go left, you go right. Take care.
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Some are like water some are like the heat,
some are a melody and some are the beat.
Sooner or later they all will be gone.
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"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
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Some are like water some are like the heat,
some are a melody and some are the beat.
Sooner or later they all will be gone.
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"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Twelve
Mathematically composite, abundant, and sublime. A dozen, a perfect division of the day, the age of reason.
12 Apostles, inches in a foot, ounces in a troy pound, stars on the European flag, pairs of ribs in the human body, number of men who have walked the Earth’s moon, pence in a shilling, basic hues in the color wheel, signs in the Western and Eastern Zodiac
My age divided by 2.
12 hours to graduation.
It's a celebration.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Forgive me father, for I have sinned..
This is my first confession ever since I can't remember
I reminded myself that this Saturday I would be named Mikhail in church. I haven't found the time to reflect and prepare myself for this religious ceremony.
I should bear no ill feelings toward anyone or carry any burden when I get annointed. I've been wronged by a close friend and have had the mind to make the peace, though I should'nt be the one. Religion says live and let live, Mikhail says forget about it...but good ole Dex says it again:
I'd rather have no friends than to have stupid friends.
I offer no apology for saying someday you're gonna get crap on your face..
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On other business, come Friday I would be the most stressed person alive.I would've completed the last academic examination in my life. I thought I'd run ahead of the pack by building a stash of resources with work here and there, but how can I possibly outgun those who are blessed with endowments from their ancestors? There was always the slothful Student voice in my head. Why bother, enjoy the days of your youth, take it easy there's no rush. Well now there's no more excuse, and from this Friday till the day I close my eyes with my grandchildren around my bed, I have a fucking empire to build. Haha right.
Welcome me world, another face in the crowd and by 35 I would no longer fear that my visions I once held is faded.
"Some men are born mediocre, some achieve mediocrity, and some have mediocrity thrust upon them"
"Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them"
Well who gives a shit.
I reminded myself that this Saturday I would be named Mikhail in church. I haven't found the time to reflect and prepare myself for this religious ceremony.
I should bear no ill feelings toward anyone or carry any burden when I get annointed. I've been wronged by a close friend and have had the mind to make the peace, though I should'nt be the one. Religion says live and let live, Mikhail says forget about it...but good ole Dex says it again:
I'd rather have no friends than to have stupid friends.
I offer no apology for saying someday you're gonna get crap on your face..
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On other business, come Friday I would be the most stressed person alive.I would've completed the last academic examination in my life. I thought I'd run ahead of the pack by building a stash of resources with work here and there, but how can I possibly outgun those who are blessed with endowments from their ancestors? There was always the slothful Student voice in my head. Why bother, enjoy the days of your youth, take it easy there's no rush. Well now there's no more excuse, and from this Friday till the day I close my eyes with my grandchildren around my bed, I have a fucking empire to build. Haha right.
Welcome me world, another face in the crowd and by 35 I would no longer fear that my visions I once held is faded.
"Some men are born mediocre, some achieve mediocrity, and some have mediocrity thrust upon them"
"Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them"
Well who gives a shit.
Ballantines
I did it again! Go to bed at 130am, wake at 3, and zombie till now. I've a paper at 1pm tomorrow and its not a good idea to be sleep deprived.
I was wondering what to do when I looked around my room and of course! Why didnt I think of it earlier. 17 year old whiskey (blended though) and a bottle of gin sitting in my room coupled with my low alcohol tolerance make a pretty good sleep inducing mix.
Had to "beng" up the whiskey with some vanilla coke though.
Ah bugger. Sleep sleep.
I was wondering what to do when I looked around my room and of course! Why didnt I think of it earlier. 17 year old whiskey (blended though) and a bottle of gin sitting in my room coupled with my low alcohol tolerance make a pretty good sleep inducing mix.
Had to "beng" up the whiskey with some vanilla coke though.
Ah bugger. Sleep sleep.
Monday, May 4, 2009
As I lay me down to sleep
My insomnia is starting to get serious these days. Must be a manifestation of the strife between my heart and my head.
I hate not being able to sleep because whatever time I spend now is time spent forward for tomorrow. Monday's always a good day to begin early, take a few hops ahead of the pack before the world passes you by midweek if you lose a bit of steam.
Anyways. I shouldn't be keeping a website since I don't even write remotely well but that's alright since I take a passive stance towards who comes here and so they come on their own free will. I write to get things out of my head, and that helps me sleep, and sleep is good.
Ah my busted keyboard makes typing incredibly difficult...5am, time to go for a run.
I hate not being able to sleep because whatever time I spend now is time spent forward for tomorrow. Monday's always a good day to begin early, take a few hops ahead of the pack before the world passes you by midweek if you lose a bit of steam.
Anyways. I shouldn't be keeping a website since I don't even write remotely well but that's alright since I take a passive stance towards who comes here and so they come on their own free will. I write to get things out of my head, and that helps me sleep, and sleep is good.
Ah my busted keyboard makes typing incredibly difficult...5am, time to go for a run.
Friday, May 1, 2009
i dont believe it
here's a story on how Liard's quest to find a voice recorder ended up with me having a broken keyboard and no money. in point form:
1) We head to vivocity to find a voice recorder for her work
2) Enter Best, only have Sony's but she needed an Olympus
3) We enter Challenger and she finds oylmpus ones
4) I walk around, am taken in by the nice tech stuff
5) I buy a lap top cooling pad, and a micro vacuum. How cool is that
6) Enter candyempire, bought wafers for dad
7) enter breadtalk, bought bread for mom
8) head to island creamery, then to a kopitiam. no more money after everything
9) I go home, place my lappy on the cooling pad
10)I take each key out on my keyboard n vacuum the gunk out of it. disgusting
11) Couldnt put back my keys. Realised i brokemy spacebar,and 6 other keys.
12) Stupid liard.
1) We head to vivocity to find a voice recorder for her work
2) Enter Best, only have Sony's but she needed an Olympus
3) We enter Challenger and she finds oylmpus ones
4) I walk around, am taken in by the nice tech stuff
5) I buy a lap top cooling pad, and a micro vacuum. How cool is that
6) Enter candyempire, bought wafers for dad
7) enter breadtalk, bought bread for mom
8) head to island creamery, then to a kopitiam. no more money after everything
9) I go home, place my lappy on the cooling pad
10)I take each key out on my keyboard n vacuum the gunk out of it. disgusting
11) Couldnt put back my keys. Realised i brokemy spacebar,and 6 other keys.
12) Stupid liard.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
25 Random Things - I lag.
Typed this out eons ago, but never posted it on FB though it was started there. So at least now its semi-private in a sense. Sort of have a 2-factor authentication since you have to login to FB, actively look at my profile, and actually click on the weblink to see this.
1) Tried to walk on water when I was 2. Ended up walking into the family koi pond.
3) Have an interest in creating things; pottery, cooking, craft, etc. I mean, before you learn to destroy, you have to learn to create isn’t it? The former is pretty simple.
4) Have been called the following names : Handsome Rob, don dextario corleone. Will soon be known to those in the faith as Mikhail. Alright, actually more commonly known amongst buddies as dex, dexxie, dexterior, dexta, dextard, sex, sexter. Last 2 are more a reflection of their cognitive processes than my character and/or habits.
5) Gave my older brother a couple of stitches on the head with a golf putter when I was about 5. Have to quickly establish who’s boss. Young and dangerous and a whole lot of dumb. Actually it was an accident. We were digging a hole in the rain.
6) Jack of all trades and master of none. A master jack at that. Have my hands in a lot of things, but never adept in them. Life’s too short to focus on anything without economic/social value.
7) Money can’t buy you happiness. But it sure pays the medical bills and sends the kids overseas if they want to. I suppose it buys you choice and hey! Choice makes people happy. Therefore I do not apologise for a certain degree of materialism, as long as there is integrity in pursuit.
8) Have been a young man in a hurry the past couple years but decided to enjoy the days of my youth before they run out. Actually maybe now’s a pretty wrong time to be slowing down.
9) Used to campaign for the PAP when I was 19 at the only opposition ward left. Felt that my efforts weren’t for the social good of the people, so I stopped. Just like why Wu Ming let Qin Shi Huang the tyrant live to unify China in the epic movie “Hero” -- for the greater good.
10) I indulge in people watching once in awhile and imagine their lives from a first person point of view. Have let friends walked past without saying hello, and they’ll never ever know we were at a similar reference point in the universe across all 4 dimensions. I know I’m not alone in this because people will say “oh I saw you just now”, only because I saw them later.
11) Place utmost importance in loyalty loyalty loyalty. And if you can’t keep the Omerta, à “It is better to have no friends, than to have stupid friends” –will quote as anonymous for the time being.
12) Have only recently dared to catch lizards with my hands. First time after I had some whiskey courtesy of Crazy James. Flying roaches are still damn disgusting.
13) Got dragged out of class (by the tie) for the first time in my life in secondary 3 and was awarded what, 24 hours of detention? But it never happened. I made him an offer he don’t refuse…
14) Am not a big fan of procrastination but doing work consistently is like throwing 1 piece of tissue down the toilet and flushing. Its better to throw more in first. Don’t jam the bowl or you’ll get shit everywhere, not good. I suppose there are fine lines separating hard work, smart work and sloth. Balance my friends, balance!
15) Thought I had the calling to Priesthood when I was 11. I remember very clearly. My mom thought the time had come for her to sacrifice a son. The birds sang their lullabies; the winds blew their tune, all the earth rejoiced. But alas, all the girls cried: “why? Why? This can’t be happening!!”
16) There are only 3 great celebrations; birth, marriage, and going home. The world rejoiced the first, will celebrate with me the second, and will weep the third. At least that’s the life I imagine. How would you be remembered? “Man gets knocked down by bus and dies” or “nation mourns the tragic passing of ……” There has to be more to it than just doing your own thing…
17) I used to be a kind of advice junkie. I’d talk to a lot of adults and receive a heap of advice. In the end I suppose its all about applied knowledge, and taking the path less travelled. Ah, “two roads diverged in a yellow wood….”
18) I remember a couple of years ago the person whom I considered my mentor once told me: whatever you do in school, don’t be like everyone else. They don’t know what the f**k their doing right up to graduation. Well then I thought I knew what I was doing, but as it turns out I got it all wrong. It’s okay though. I believe it’s not how you start, but the end game that matters.
19) I tend to play games with myself..especially during traffic jams. I’d pick a car and try to beat him with multiple lane changes and see who comes in first. As it turns out usually the car that keeps in his lane wins most of the time. I suppose the same goes for going long on the market as opposed to day trading.
20) I get awfully annoyed with people who try to convince me of making my way down to listen to some guy talk. And their pitch always ends with “how often do you get to listen and talk to a millionaire? Very rare chance.” Eh hello, those are millionaires only because you made them one. Besides, 3 out of every 200 people in Singapore are millionaires. And don’t listen too much, they cloud your judgment and stifle creativity.
21) If there was one thing I could change about the past, I’d reduce the amount of time I spent on TV and games. I think I’ve ADD now because of that. Attention span abit too short.
22) I can walk through a supermarket and associate a lot of food I see with people I know/once knew. Selective observation and memory of course.
23) I believe a man who doesn’t spend time with his family can never be a real man.
24) There are plenty of things I wish I could say to people, but some things are best left unsaid though it burns me up inside. I suppose the measure of a man is not what he says, but what he chooses not to.
25) I’ve always wondered what people prayed for. It provides more insight than anything you could ever know.
1) Tried to walk on water when I was 2. Ended up walking into the family koi pond.
3) Have an interest in creating things; pottery, cooking, craft, etc. I mean, before you learn to destroy, you have to learn to create isn’t it? The former is pretty simple.
4) Have been called the following names : Handsome Rob, don dextario corleone. Will soon be known to those in the faith as Mikhail. Alright, actually more commonly known amongst buddies as dex, dexxie, dexterior, dexta, dextard, sex, sexter. Last 2 are more a reflection of their cognitive processes than my character and/or habits.
5) Gave my older brother a couple of stitches on the head with a golf putter when I was about 5. Have to quickly establish who’s boss. Young and dangerous and a whole lot of dumb. Actually it was an accident. We were digging a hole in the rain.
6) Jack of all trades and master of none. A master jack at that. Have my hands in a lot of things, but never adept in them. Life’s too short to focus on anything without economic/social value.
7) Money can’t buy you happiness. But it sure pays the medical bills and sends the kids overseas if they want to. I suppose it buys you choice and hey! Choice makes people happy. Therefore I do not apologise for a certain degree of materialism, as long as there is integrity in pursuit.
8) Have been a young man in a hurry the past couple years but decided to enjoy the days of my youth before they run out. Actually maybe now’s a pretty wrong time to be slowing down.
9) Used to campaign for the PAP when I was 19 at the only opposition ward left. Felt that my efforts weren’t for the social good of the people, so I stopped. Just like why Wu Ming let Qin Shi Huang the tyrant live to unify China in the epic movie “Hero” -- for the greater good.
10) I indulge in people watching once in awhile and imagine their lives from a first person point of view. Have let friends walked past without saying hello, and they’ll never ever know we were at a similar reference point in the universe across all 4 dimensions. I know I’m not alone in this because people will say “oh I saw you just now”, only because I saw them later.
11) Place utmost importance in loyalty loyalty loyalty. And if you can’t keep the Omerta, à “It is better to have no friends, than to have stupid friends” –will quote as anonymous for the time being.
12) Have only recently dared to catch lizards with my hands. First time after I had some whiskey courtesy of Crazy James. Flying roaches are still damn disgusting.
13) Got dragged out of class (by the tie) for the first time in my life in secondary 3 and was awarded what, 24 hours of detention? But it never happened. I made him an offer he don’t refuse…
14) Am not a big fan of procrastination but doing work consistently is like throwing 1 piece of tissue down the toilet and flushing. Its better to throw more in first. Don’t jam the bowl or you’ll get shit everywhere, not good. I suppose there are fine lines separating hard work, smart work and sloth. Balance my friends, balance!
15) Thought I had the calling to Priesthood when I was 11. I remember very clearly. My mom thought the time had come for her to sacrifice a son. The birds sang their lullabies; the winds blew their tune, all the earth rejoiced. But alas, all the girls cried: “why? Why? This can’t be happening!!”
16) There are only 3 great celebrations; birth, marriage, and going home. The world rejoiced the first, will celebrate with me the second, and will weep the third. At least that’s the life I imagine. How would you be remembered? “Man gets knocked down by bus and dies” or “nation mourns the tragic passing of ……” There has to be more to it than just doing your own thing…
17) I used to be a kind of advice junkie. I’d talk to a lot of adults and receive a heap of advice. In the end I suppose its all about applied knowledge, and taking the path less travelled. Ah, “two roads diverged in a yellow wood….”
18) I remember a couple of years ago the person whom I considered my mentor once told me: whatever you do in school, don’t be like everyone else. They don’t know what the f**k their doing right up to graduation. Well then I thought I knew what I was doing, but as it turns out I got it all wrong. It’s okay though. I believe it’s not how you start, but the end game that matters.
19) I tend to play games with myself..especially during traffic jams. I’d pick a car and try to beat him with multiple lane changes and see who comes in first. As it turns out usually the car that keeps in his lane wins most of the time. I suppose the same goes for going long on the market as opposed to day trading.
20) I get awfully annoyed with people who try to convince me of making my way down to listen to some guy talk. And their pitch always ends with “how often do you get to listen and talk to a millionaire? Very rare chance.” Eh hello, those are millionaires only because you made them one. Besides, 3 out of every 200 people in Singapore are millionaires. And don’t listen too much, they cloud your judgment and stifle creativity.
21) If there was one thing I could change about the past, I’d reduce the amount of time I spent on TV and games. I think I’ve ADD now because of that. Attention span abit too short.
22) I can walk through a supermarket and associate a lot of food I see with people I know/once knew. Selective observation and memory of course.
23) I believe a man who doesn’t spend time with his family can never be a real man.
24) There are plenty of things I wish I could say to people, but some things are best left unsaid though it burns me up inside. I suppose the measure of a man is not what he says, but what he chooses not to.
25) I’ve always wondered what people prayed for. It provides more insight than anything you could ever know.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I find no sin with this man
"There are people in this world who go about demanding to be killed. You must have noticed them. They quarrel in gambling games. They jump out of their automobiles in a rage. They humiliate and bully people whose capabilities they do not know. These are people who wander through the world shouting, kill me. And there's always someone ready to oblige them. "
But I won't do anything, because as long as his business does not interfere with my business, then there is no problem. There are more urgent issues at hand...besides, family will always be there for you to deal with.
But I won't do anything, because as long as his business does not interfere with my business, then there is no problem. There are more urgent issues at hand...besides, family will always be there for you to deal with.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Why can't we all just, get along ? -The Joker
I think it is one thing to argue your point, and another to argue just for the sake of arguing. One is constructive, one just causes wars to be fought.
There comes a point in time where the peaceful, unassuming, diplomatic man finds himself face to face with the rude, the impolite, the tactless, the artless. Oh the horrors of it all. I performed a quick calculation in my head, setting values to various actions and outcomes in accordance to game theory, and the Nash equilibrium which i was satisfied with was to simply do nothing.
The obvious drawback of keeping silence is the other party declaring victory at having proven a point. Maybe I am so proud as to not reply because I can't be bothered to form a rebuttal. Maybe it is in my best interest to let the other feel victorious. Maybe, I just don't give a damn. There are many different ways of saying the same thing. You may choose to be condescending or encouraging, polite or rude, tactless or diplomatic, harsh or gentle.
The inherent assumption here is that people make choices only if they realise they have choices. It is natural to assume that all of us make choices in the way we say things. Not so those with a horridly low EQ because how would you make a choice if you don't know how?
I had in my mind to explain diplomacy and basic communicating tactics that everyone should know, but who am I to teach? Such an honour should go to Life, and all the other tough guys out there. Someday, and that day will come, you're gonna get shit on your face.
There comes a point in time where the peaceful, unassuming, diplomatic man finds himself face to face with the rude, the impolite, the tactless, the artless. Oh the horrors of it all. I performed a quick calculation in my head, setting values to various actions and outcomes in accordance to game theory, and the Nash equilibrium which i was satisfied with was to simply do nothing.
The obvious drawback of keeping silence is the other party declaring victory at having proven a point. Maybe I am so proud as to not reply because I can't be bothered to form a rebuttal. Maybe it is in my best interest to let the other feel victorious. Maybe, I just don't give a damn. There are many different ways of saying the same thing. You may choose to be condescending or encouraging, polite or rude, tactless or diplomatic, harsh or gentle.
The inherent assumption here is that people make choices only if they realise they have choices. It is natural to assume that all of us make choices in the way we say things. Not so those with a horridly low EQ because how would you make a choice if you don't know how?
I had in my mind to explain diplomacy and basic communicating tactics that everyone should know, but who am I to teach? Such an honour should go to Life, and all the other tough guys out there. Someday, and that day will come, you're gonna get shit on your face.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
You think I'm joking?
I've always wanted to write something about this, but I've never gotten down to doing it. This post is also coincidentally the first post of my newly titled web log. I've had 2 of them previously but they're now hidden somewhere. It is often in my most pressing of times that I choose to do the unnecessary. Thus I exercise more, read, hypothesize and converse more with friends when deadlines and examinations draw near.
Anyways. There's always the remote possibility that you've got crap on your face. Remote, but possible. Let me explain.
Let's say one John Tan lives somewhere in the East Coast, and one fine blue Monday morning he's late for school. Now it rained heavily the night before, thus causing an overnight piece of dog poo to permeate into the grassfield between his home and his usual bus stop. There is of course, still remnants of poo on the ground surface. John see's his bus approaching, and he sprints across the field. He is obviously oblivious (hah! obviously oblivious) to the fact that he stepped on the spot of overnight-rain-dissolved shit. So he arrives in the lecture hall and he's late, but he sees his friends on the 2nd row from the back. He doesnt want to step on anyone's shoes by going through the sides, so he steps over an empty seat on the 1st row to get to them.
An hour later of course, you sit on that seat John stepped on. And later the lecture gets boring...and it's getting cold and your hands are clammy. So you squirm and bite your lips and sit on your hands. Then an SMS comes in and you reply. And after class, you take a call from your friend. And that's how you get shit on your face.
Anyways. There's always the remote possibility that you've got crap on your face. Remote, but possible. Let me explain.
Let's say one John Tan lives somewhere in the East Coast, and one fine blue Monday morning he's late for school. Now it rained heavily the night before, thus causing an overnight piece of dog poo to permeate into the grassfield between his home and his usual bus stop. There is of course, still remnants of poo on the ground surface. John see's his bus approaching, and he sprints across the field. He is obviously oblivious (hah! obviously oblivious) to the fact that he stepped on the spot of overnight-rain-dissolved shit. So he arrives in the lecture hall and he's late, but he sees his friends on the 2nd row from the back. He doesnt want to step on anyone's shoes by going through the sides, so he steps over an empty seat on the 1st row to get to them.
An hour later of course, you sit on that seat John stepped on. And later the lecture gets boring...and it's getting cold and your hands are clammy. So you squirm and bite your lips and sit on your hands. Then an SMS comes in and you reply. And after class, you take a call from your friend. And that's how you get shit on your face.
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