Had a great day with Ade today. It was just a normal luncheon together, and a competition of "who can get a treadmill" at the gym. But it is normal activities like these that I miss. Everyone is so busy with school and internship/post-grad studies applications that it is rare to see anyone anymore. Ade (Bay AL, 2008) mentioned that it was amazing how much we were willing to give up for our bf, yet gave so little time to our friends. However, that statement didn't really ring true with me, because my bf isn't with me, so I haven't given up much time for my bf. Then where has the time for my friends gone?!?!?!
Yes, my friends in London, we have neglected each other for way too long. It's time to rectify things.
Xiufang - When is the promised smoothie night??? My blender is waiting for you!
Lip'en - Yes yes, dinner!!! Time to stop toking and start cooking!!! Ur place or/and my place?
Jiaxuan - You owe me attendance at one touch rugby session.
Klyder - I wanna see xiufang treat u 2 drinks for the Espionage challenge. I miss your tomato face:(
Caroline - Ur shoes are kidnapped!!! When are you free???
Elaine - I tot u were gonna teach me how to use an eyeliner (or did I rmb wrongly?) and I was supposed to give you whisky shots.
Kenneth - Eh, let's walk to school together juz to go thru Reminiscence 2006-2008
Yunqin - I don't miss you, just ur green tea ice-cream. And herbal chicken. And curry chicken. And herbal tea egg. Damn... Tell Rob to return u to us! U hardly finished telling us ur "locked out of hse" story!
Qiqin - (I don't think this guy reads my blog, but just in case...) Eh, you are supposed to come for dinner! WHERE R U?!
Peter - LUNCH?!?!!? over politics... Yummy!
Clinton - Don't say nobody wants to dine w u... DINNER?!?!?
William - Don't let my last memory of you be in some dark Cambridge church whispering to me. Whatever happened to "my house will be advertised in Esplanade to be the most happening place"???
Fatimah - Sushi making session with my bf?!?!?!
Emily WAIYAIYA - Waiting for you to email me:D
Anju - Tell me when you're free! Otherwise we might have to do lunch w my bf!!! Would be nice to meet up w juz you though! (screw the bf!)
Ok... And the list goes on forever (I definitely have MUCH more friends than those on the list)! Not that I don't care about you if you are not on the list. It probably means that we have just met up (which explains why my housemates and some people whom I met in the last week ain't on the list) or we have really NOT met for so long that I've forgotten about you. If you are in the latter group, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE remind me of your presence by asking me out for dinner. As a side note, I would remember your presence more if you treat me to the meal.
26 November 2008
21 November 2008
I don't need more time. I need more determination.
A great man (Wong Chongwai) once told me that another great man had once told him:
What it really means is that at the end of the day, how much time you had in your life is determined by how much you have done.
I agreed whole-heartedly with him at that time, as it was near exam time then. Any exam-takers are busy men, and would have accomplished much in their academic lives. In fact, I was still keeping up with my fitness and my social life at that time, which made me even more "accomplished".
Having gone through the exams and starting a new school year anew, I realised that that statement has a deeper meaning. Being forced to be busy by circumstances is different from choosing to be busy. Other than the coursework deadlines, I am free to choose what I do with my time now. With the constant nag by all my course mates that it is time we ramp up our engines, I had slowly phased out most non-academic activities. Despite pushing everything aside to do work (call me a geek but it is my final year after all), even the work compartment is in disarray. Instead of getting more work done with the extra amount of time, I had lapsed into the mistake of working more slowly to fill up the time. More time to study just means more time to procrastinate. I don't feel like I had done much in the past few weeks.
Thinking back, it all boils down to courage. I don't have the courage to stop pushing away things coming my way. They may take up time, but it probably wouldn't decrease the amount of work done, as long as I stop day dreaming of Brad Pitt while learning gene regulation. Instead of letting my work determine how much time I should spend working, I should let the amount of time I have left to motivate me into proper studying. It isn't easy, with images of me failing due to lack of studying running through my mind endlessly. However, it is time for me to stop shelving away the images of me on my deathbed, with constant regrets of not having explored life more.
It is a sad sign of a diseased society, for our mark of success to be determined by our material accomplishments. Yet, it is also my sign of weakness, to let the fear of failure to stop me from embarking on a more fulfilling life. Time to ramp up partying...
"A busy man has more time."
What it really means is that at the end of the day, how much time you had in your life is determined by how much you have done.
I agreed whole-heartedly with him at that time, as it was near exam time then. Any exam-takers are busy men, and would have accomplished much in their academic lives. In fact, I was still keeping up with my fitness and my social life at that time, which made me even more "accomplished".
Having gone through the exams and starting a new school year anew, I realised that that statement has a deeper meaning. Being forced to be busy by circumstances is different from choosing to be busy. Other than the coursework deadlines, I am free to choose what I do with my time now. With the constant nag by all my course mates that it is time we ramp up our engines, I had slowly phased out most non-academic activities. Despite pushing everything aside to do work (call me a geek but it is my final year after all), even the work compartment is in disarray. Instead of getting more work done with the extra amount of time, I had lapsed into the mistake of working more slowly to fill up the time. More time to study just means more time to procrastinate. I don't feel like I had done much in the past few weeks.
Thinking back, it all boils down to courage. I don't have the courage to stop pushing away things coming my way. They may take up time, but it probably wouldn't decrease the amount of work done, as long as I stop day dreaming of Brad Pitt while learning gene regulation. Instead of letting my work determine how much time I should spend working, I should let the amount of time I have left to motivate me into proper studying. It isn't easy, with images of me failing due to lack of studying running through my mind endlessly. However, it is time for me to stop shelving away the images of me on my deathbed, with constant regrets of not having explored life more.
It is a sad sign of a diseased society, for our mark of success to be determined by our material accomplishments. Yet, it is also my sign of weakness, to let the fear of failure to stop me from embarking on a more fulfilling life. Time to ramp up partying...
17 November 2008
Wat??
I learned a few things today.
1) Guys react differently to pole-dancing to girls. I saw this video on youtube, which blew me away totally.
I have shown it to a few girls, and every single one of them just watched in awe. All of us were wondering how amazing it would be to be able to do all that.
When I showed it to guys however, the reaction was indifferent. Daryl's best response was "damn strong". That's ALLL!!! Yon Jan's and David's reactions were even more unpredictable. They had NO expression on their faces, like YOU SEE GIRLS DO THAT EVERYDAY. (Maybe they do.) David did mention that he saw little kids do that on the train all the time. Of course, we know that he is a SAFOS scholar and all the "kids" he hangs around with are probably "Bamm Bamm" category.
2) If you are sincere about saving ppl's time by cooking them dinner, cook at home and bring it over, no matter how inconvenient it is. I wanted to repay David a favour, and felt that the best way was to return him time. Since he was supposed to be on "chef duty", I decided to take over the task. Unfortunately, David felt obliged to to stay in the kitchen to ensure that none of his cutlery go missing, resulting in him spending more time in the kitchen than he would normally. And as you know how every time you have a guest over, you end up taking out all your master pieces to show off, which results in an extended dinner time (but Yon Jan's model car and David's self-made radio were impressive. If any1 comes for dinner, I would only have a self-drawn diagram of a cell to show. Damn the BMS!). So overall, I ended up wasting more of his time:(
Then again, time spent with me is never wasted.
3) In computing language, memory =/= space. Space is the bigger number thing, and memory is the smaller one. Just remember that.
1) Guys react differently to pole-dancing to girls. I saw this video on youtube, which blew me away totally.
I have shown it to a few girls, and every single one of them just watched in awe. All of us were wondering how amazing it would be to be able to do all that.
When I showed it to guys however, the reaction was indifferent. Daryl's best response was "damn strong". That's ALLL!!! Yon Jan's and David's reactions were even more unpredictable. They had NO expression on their faces, like YOU SEE GIRLS DO THAT EVERYDAY. (Maybe they do.) David did mention that he saw little kids do that on the train all the time. Of course, we know that he is a SAFOS scholar and all the "kids" he hangs around with are probably "Bamm Bamm" category.
2) If you are sincere about saving ppl's time by cooking them dinner, cook at home and bring it over, no matter how inconvenient it is. I wanted to repay David a favour, and felt that the best way was to return him time. Since he was supposed to be on "chef duty", I decided to take over the task. Unfortunately, David felt obliged to to stay in the kitchen to ensure that none of his cutlery go missing, resulting in him spending more time in the kitchen than he would normally. And as you know how every time you have a guest over, you end up taking out all your master pieces to show off, which results in an extended dinner time (but Yon Jan's model car and David's self-made radio were impressive. If any1 comes for dinner, I would only have a self-drawn diagram of a cell to show. Damn the BMS!). So overall, I ended up wasting more of his time:(
Then again, time spent with me is never wasted.
3) In computing language, memory =/= space. Space is the bigger number thing, and memory is the smaller one. Just remember that.
08 November 2008
Pole-ing experience
I have taken up pole-dancing recently. Now, I would appreciate it if you close that fly trap of yours. I might be ungracefully stumbling around the pole to the wrong beats of the song, but at least I have tried. Have you???? (Even you males are not forgiven, as guys' pole dancing is increasingly becoming common.)
In order to work towards the day when I can laugh confidently into your shocked face when you learn that I can (a really subjective word) pole-dance, I decided to sign up for an extra practice today. Unlike the usual sessions which are held in a gym, this session is held at a club. This is a normal practice, as clubs usually do not need their compounds till dark, making them ideal and cheap locations.
When I first walked into the room, it felt like I had entered a strip club. The lighting was sleazy, which didn't help. The first person I saw was a lady in black netted cropped top and undies to match. Across the room, a gal in black undies with white long sleeves was stretching lazily while doing a split. Another girl was hanging upside down from the pole. Hang on, was that a girl sprawled on the floor with her back arched? A glimpse of a girl in mini shorts, strutting out of the toilet with a top that looked like it had been ripped apart confirmed my fear. The entire entourage of the dance school teachers had turned up to teach me.
*Gulp*
Turned out that I had stumbled into a class filled with level 6 students. I am, for your information, in level 1. These girls do not spin around poles. That is TOOO elementary. They hang from them. Fortunately for me, there was a level 3 student, allowing us to pair up on one pole. A nightmare it would be if I had to endure the lesson with a level 6 student laughing at my antics while hanging like a bat from her feet.
I have to admit that after the initial nerves and impulse to walk out, I actually enjoyed myself. The strippers stripped my wrong perception, showing that they are really a warm bunch. Looking at them do their thing was like looking at a scene from an adolescent boy's mind. Freak, I think it actually beats that. I doubt even a 15 yr old boy can imagine some of the moves these girls did. For (vivid) example, imagine a girl with 6 abs hanging from a chin-up bar. Now, rotate the picture 90 degrees, so that the bar is now the pole. Gravity-defying.
Speaking of abs, did I mention that most of them have abs, sexy long legs, overfilling breasts, and killer biceps? And they have no qualms about showing these off. In front of me in my decent shorts (which many frenz had commented was too short) and decent t-shirt. At least I had my corporate high heels. (while they tottered around in killer stilettos = ( )
All right, I better stop, before some idiot gets hard/ hard up. Today has humbled me by tons. I will hang myself one day. Oh yes, I will=)
In order to work towards the day when I can laugh confidently into your shocked face when you learn that I can (a really subjective word) pole-dance, I decided to sign up for an extra practice today. Unlike the usual sessions which are held in a gym, this session is held at a club. This is a normal practice, as clubs usually do not need their compounds till dark, making them ideal and cheap locations.
When I first walked into the room, it felt like I had entered a strip club. The lighting was sleazy, which didn't help. The first person I saw was a lady in black netted cropped top and undies to match. Across the room, a gal in black undies with white long sleeves was stretching lazily while doing a split. Another girl was hanging upside down from the pole. Hang on, was that a girl sprawled on the floor with her back arched? A glimpse of a girl in mini shorts, strutting out of the toilet with a top that looked like it had been ripped apart confirmed my fear. The entire entourage of the dance school teachers had turned up to teach me.
*Gulp*
Turned out that I had stumbled into a class filled with level 6 students. I am, for your information, in level 1. These girls do not spin around poles. That is TOOO elementary. They hang from them. Fortunately for me, there was a level 3 student, allowing us to pair up on one pole. A nightmare it would be if I had to endure the lesson with a level 6 student laughing at my antics while hanging like a bat from her feet.
I have to admit that after the initial nerves and impulse to walk out, I actually enjoyed myself. The strippers stripped my wrong perception, showing that they are really a warm bunch. Looking at them do their thing was like looking at a scene from an adolescent boy's mind. Freak, I think it actually beats that. I doubt even a 15 yr old boy can imagine some of the moves these girls did. For (vivid) example, imagine a girl with 6 abs hanging from a chin-up bar. Now, rotate the picture 90 degrees, so that the bar is now the pole. Gravity-defying.
Speaking of abs, did I mention that most of them have abs, sexy long legs, overfilling breasts, and killer biceps? And they have no qualms about showing these off. In front of me in my decent shorts (which many frenz had commented was too short) and decent t-shirt.
All right, I better stop, before some idiot gets hard/ hard up. Today has humbled me by tons. I will hang myself one day. Oh yes, I will=)
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