Thursday, March 05, 2009

"There was the graduate student who said Scott became his friend over debates about Arab-Israeli relations. The broadcasting student who traveled with him to Argentina and witnessed Scott solving complex math problems for fun. The frat groupie who said he passed on bids because the pre-med student wanted to focus on studying neuroscience. The woman who gushed that Scott had the balls to eat a frog in Thailand last week. The love interest who fell for him in the time it took to share a bottle of Wild Turkey Bourbon over a bag of Twizzlers. The rabbi who said Scott’s spirit embodied l’chaim, which means “to life” in Hebrew. The pal who said he was overwhelmed by how many languages Scott knew. And then there was the girl who he surprised at the airport during a long layover. He kept her company until the wee hours of the morning, just to talk with her."

This is beautiful.

for the rest of one friend's personal reflection on this guy who died while on exchange at nus, go to: http://www.themiamihurricane.com/2009/03/04/a-personal-reflection-on-scott-monat/

heartache after reading the whole thing, especially the ending.

and it makes you wonder, if someone were to give your eulogy, what would they say?

Monday, March 02, 2009

i wish i cared more. =(

on a completely different note, rock band is the absolute bestest.. if only because it lets me score damn high on the singing component (which er, really isnt very hard considering if you just make a lot of noise into the mike, it adds to your points)

i dont care that a huge thunderstorm broke out just as i hit the starting notes of ozzy's 'crazy train' (havent you people heard of coincidence?!)

this weekend equals =)

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

i am asking myself why i did what i did, and the only honest answer i can come up with is, cos i just felt like it.

and i am really not okay with that.

Sunday, February 08, 2009


Reconsider 5-day week?
by Jeremy Au Yong

MORE free time did not result in more babies, so people should go back to work on Saturdays.
Nominated MP Loo Choon Yong on Tuesday threw up the most provocative suggestion during the Budget debate when he questioned the benefits of the five-day work week.
Speaking on the second day of the debate on the Budget Statement, he said the move to a shorter work week by the public sector and then the private sectors in in 2004 could have eroded the Singaporean's work ethic, while not improving the fertility rate in any meaningful way.
The number of live births only inched up to 39,490 in 2007 from 37,485 in 2003.
'We should accept that as a people our procreation talent is not our forte - nothing to crow about,' he said.
'I urge the Government to take steps to determine whether our productivity and competitiveness have been affected by the five-day week and to review the policy, if necessary,' he added.
Dr Loo had unleashed this stunner as he voiced concerns over what he called the 'all life and very little work' attitude of the younger generation.
He pointed to Straits Times reports on how to maximise leave by taking advantage of public holidays that fall near weekends as an indication of an erosion of the work ethics.
'I have nothing against our young Singaporeans having fun and partying. But I hope they will work as hard as they play,' he said.
Declining productivity was also a concern of Mr Zainudin Nordin (Bishan-Toa Payoh GRC) although he broached the subject from a different angle. He pegged the dipping productivity figures in recent years to an over-reliance on foreign workers.




sigh.
im still trying to figure out at which point leo dicaprio stopped being a boy and became damn man.

ohmygawd.

remind me to send god a memo that the future love-of-my-life should be cut from around the same mould as leo dicaprio (i mean i think its quite a reasonable request what)

sigh anyway i am very happy today aside from the dampener that i am not off tmr. -cries-

firstly, i got abit of mahjong monehhhhh from my super competitive (YA ITS TRUE AND THE THREE OF YOU KNOW IT MUAHAHAHA) kakis.

but i heart you all.

also, do not underestimate the joy and satisfaction one may get from finding that the books that have been off the shelves in borders have finally made their appearance! ya la ya la damn geeky i know.

rosamond lehmann -heart-. one day my pile of books that are stacked precariously above my bed will drop on my head and i will not want to imagine the ludicrous headline that may appear when that happens.

hokay i am going to watch the departed now and imagine that leo dicaprio will discover one day that i am the love of his life. -beams-

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

"It was as if he were looking at two images through the same lens, at two images superimposed one on the other, with one showing through the other. These two images showing through each other were telling him that everything was in the girl, that her soul was terrifyingly amorphous, that it held faithfulness and unfaithfulness, treachery and innocence, flirtatiousness and chastity. This disorderly jumble seemed disgusting to him, like the variety to be found in a pile of garbage. Both images continued to show through each other, and the young man understood that the girl differed only on the surface from other women but deep down was the same as they: full of all possible thoughts, feelings and vices, which justified all his secret misgivings and fits of jealousy. The impression that certain outlines delineated her as an individual was only a delusion to which the other person, the one who was looking, was subject - namely himself. It seemed to him the girl he loved was a creation of his desire, his thoughts, and his faith and that the real girl now standing in front of him was hopelessly other, hopelessly alien, hopelessly polymorphous. He hated her."

Milan Kundera, The Hitchhiking Game

i loved this passage the moment i read it. i am such an inarticulate dweeb. and it made me realise that yes, this was exactly why i had to walk away.