OH MY GOSH!!! it's so freaking scary.... a little girl's body found cramped in a brown box at telok blanga hill...it must be so scary and lonely in there... imaging yourself fading off in such isolated and tiny place... the murderer must be a SADIST!!... u morbid creature...damn you.... poor little girl.....
darn it... now make me so scared of going home late... no more late night out..(dun think there will be any also...refer to rush back home to SLeeP :>)
ehh...quite ashame to say this..but i was this close --> -(see so little space) to getting retained.... unfortunately i've got 3 frens who didn't make it.... thank god for blessing me and giving me another chance.... i better pull up my socks and buck up in my studies...
to frens who often stay out late... take care and beware ya :)
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Saturday, October 23, 2004
it's been raining all day.... dull weather... haha just like my feelings right now... it sucks... the promos are just over and NOW WHAT???? project work!! 2 weeks more and it's my oral presentation... bless me...but i may not go into singapore Uni... so wat the heck....
anyway i just finished a book... very touching... i think i cried more than 5 times while reading the book : Blackbird- a childhood lost and found, by jennifer lauck...hey u should read it .. well if u r free... i guarantee u that u will love the book as much as i do... finding the next sequel book- Still waters, by jennifer lauck...
Next on my booklist is Angela's Ashes(Frank McCourt), Angles and Demons, Da Vinci Code(Dan Brown)and The Return of the King( LOTR, JRR Tolkien) ... if u have any of these books... lent me yea??.. save for LOTR.. haha still lying on my table...
crossing my fingers.... hope that i can get promoted ....=X
anyway i just finished a book... very touching... i think i cried more than 5 times while reading the book : Blackbird- a childhood lost and found, by jennifer lauck...hey u should read it .. well if u r free... i guarantee u that u will love the book as much as i do... finding the next sequel book- Still waters, by jennifer lauck...
Next on my booklist is Angela's Ashes(Frank McCourt), Angles and Demons, Da Vinci Code(Dan Brown)and The Return of the King( LOTR, JRR Tolkien) ... if u have any of these books... lent me yea??.. save for LOTR.. haha still lying on my table...
crossing my fingers.... hope that i can get promoted ....=X
Sunday, October 17, 2004
I LOVE PETANQUE (pronounce as per-tong)!!!! haha...i can't believe that for the past 4 days i've been spending like more than 4 hours under the hot, blazing SUN practicing petanque.... now i'm SO unevenly tanned... my lower arms, thighs, neck and face are nice and bronze...BUT ekKKs.... i the rest of my body is so fair ( hehe showing off)...having to stay up till like 8pm from wed to fri....all these sacrifices for the inter poly-jc petanque competition.....
SATURDAY, 16 OCT 2004: THE 1st INTER POLY-JC PETANQUE COMPETITION
1.30pm- was late for my warm up cos i went to j8 for lunch with my mom and if u know me well... i eat darn slow....everyone was already at the petanque pit...nvm, actually i enjoyed receiving grand entrance stareS...haha
2.00pm- briefing abt the competition and choosing of our gps
2.30pm- kick start of the competition...comprises of teams from NYJC, Ngee Ann poly and Nanyang Poly
3.00pm- i started my game with eileen and caihui against team from NYP(3)--- verdict 13-4
-next game with NYP(2).... got some stoopid fussy guy who thinks that just because he have very developed muscles den can like whole game find faults with our playing--- verdict 7-13 (darn iT man = ( )
-last game with NP... was already very exhausted and my team members was already giving up... den my coach had to gif us motivation talks to raise our spirits...booo--- verdict 2-13
7.00pm- we were like the slowest team to finish 3 games...
11.00pm- haha...very tired now to continue my long day... anyway to cut the story short..... i spent like 10 hours playing and watching petanque...eXhausting bUT eNriching
PS... i get to eat my long awaited MOS BURGER for free... teriyaki beef burger.. almost heavenly..yummy...
SATURDAY, 16 OCT 2004: THE 1st INTER POLY-JC PETANQUE COMPETITION
1.30pm- was late for my warm up cos i went to j8 for lunch with my mom and if u know me well... i eat darn slow....everyone was already at the petanque pit...nvm, actually i enjoyed receiving grand entrance stareS...haha
2.00pm- briefing abt the competition and choosing of our gps
2.30pm- kick start of the competition...comprises of teams from NYJC, Ngee Ann poly and Nanyang Poly
3.00pm- i started my game with eileen and caihui against team from NYP(3)--- verdict 13-4
-next game with NYP(2).... got some stoopid fussy guy who thinks that just because he have very developed muscles den can like whole game find faults with our playing--- verdict 7-13 (darn iT man = ( )
-last game with NP... was already very exhausted and my team members was already giving up... den my coach had to gif us motivation talks to raise our spirits...booo--- verdict 2-13
7.00pm- we were like the slowest team to finish 3 games...
11.00pm- haha...very tired now to continue my long day... anyway to cut the story short..... i spent like 10 hours playing and watching petanque...eXhausting bUT eNriching
PS... i get to eat my long awaited MOS BURGER for free... teriyaki beef burger.. almost heavenly..yummy...
Sunday, October 10, 2004
okie... i changed the template.. dun tel me...dun .. i said dun tellme....dun dun...i know it's u-G-L-Y!! wait till after exams den i'll change it...though i took like half-an-hour trying to accustomise this sttopid layout...oh ya joyce wait till me exams are over den we'll have a challenge...heheh POOL!~!!!eh but let me warn u first...i 'm v. lousy ...tsk :)
yoz folk... i'm still having my exams so can't crap too much.. i found an article in the sunday times that is so hilarious.. so wanna share it with all
Why we needn't feel insulted by that insult
By Janadas Devan
JEAN-JACQUES Rousseau in his Essay On The Origin Of Language cited this parable to illustrate the origin of metaphorical language: 'A primitive man (un homme sauvage), on meeting other men, will first have experienced fright. His fear will make him see these men as larger and stronger than himself; he will give them the name giants.'
The strangers are not really giants, of course. As the primitive grows familiar with them, he 'will discover that the supposed giants are neither larger nor stronger than himself, and that their stature did not correspond to the idea he had originally linked to the word giant'.
'He will then invent another name that he has in common with them, such as, for example, the word man, and will retain the word giant for the false object that impressed him while he was being deluded.'
But why did he call them 'giants' in the first place? As Paul de Man, a literary scholar, noted once: 'The coinage of the word 'giant' simply means 'I am afraid'.'
The primitive calls strangers 'giants', not because they are physically larger than him, but because he fears their familiar exterior may hide an unsuspected ogrish character. His suspicion that they may not be what they seem leads him to make a fearful accusation - 'they are giants'.
That accusation is the result of his fear that appearances may be deceptive, that the apparent may not be the real.
Now, Taiwan Foreign Minister Mark Chen is a sophisticated man, of course, but his recent characterisation of Singapore as 'a tiny country the size of a piece of dried nose shit' shares the same logic as Rousseau's primitive's mistaken accusation of strangers as 'giants'.
As every Singaporean knows now, Mr Chen, speaking in Hokkien, had called Singapore 'bi sai'. The Straits Times, with its accustomed clinical precision, translated that as 'dried nasal mucus'. Reuters offered 'piece of snot' instead, AFP suggested 'booger' (which is American slang for snot), and a colleague of mine came up with 'nose shit'.
The Anglo-Saxon directness of the last seems to me to fit best the spirit of the original Hokkien, so I have chosen to translate Mr Chen's 'bi sai' as 'nose shit'.
It can be added to the fairly long list of familiar insults that have been directed at Singapore's size, including former Indonesian president B. J. Habibie's famous characterisation of the island as no bigger than a tiny 'red dot' on a map.
Naturally, some Singaporeans have taken umbrage at such insults, feeling they are demeaning, but they shouldn't. Read psychologically, Mr Chen's 'bi sai', like Dr Habibie's 'red dot', is not so much an insult as it is a compliment, albeit unintended.
Just as Rousseau's primitive called strangers 'giants' because he feared what was apparent may not be real, Mr Chen called Singapore a 'tiny piece of dried nose shit' because he suspected appearances may be deceptive.
Consider this: Nobody, including Dr Habibie or Mr Chen, would dream of calling, say, Nauru or Palau, both independent island states in the Pacific Ocean, nose shits. Nauru is only 21.2 sq km, far smaller than Singapore, while Palau is only slightly bigger, but only if one combined all of its 200-odd widely scattered islands, only eight of which are inhabited.
Just as one would not insult a dwarf by calling him a dwarf, one would not insult Nauru and Palau by drawing attention to their lack of size. Why call them 'red dots' if they act like 'red dots' - when they are what they seem?
It is only when a red dot doesn't act like a red dot, when a bi sai seems to carry more weight than a bi sai should, that it makes sense to insult a red dot by calling it a red dot, a bi sai a bi sai. Such insults simply signify: 'I fear the bi sai is no bi sai, the red dot is no red dot.'
It is precisely because Singapore isn't what it seems, that it becomes necessary to remind it of what it seems: 'you are a red dot'.
It is precisely because there is a suspected - and sometimes feared - discrepancy between its unimposing physical size and its outsized influence that it becomes necessary to remind it that it should act its size: 'you bi sai'.
The moment the likes of Mr Chen or Dr Habibie feel it unnecessary to draw attention to Singapore's size, Singaporeans would know they are indeed what they seem - small.
Be glad, Singaporeans, that others find it necessary sometimes to remind you of what you seem.
It means you aren't; it means the reality is different.
haha very interesting right?? so if someone calls u an idiot... remember that it means he is calling u a genius...!! EukEra
Why we needn't feel insulted by that insult
By Janadas Devan
JEAN-JACQUES Rousseau in his Essay On The Origin Of Language cited this parable to illustrate the origin of metaphorical language: 'A primitive man (un homme sauvage), on meeting other men, will first have experienced fright. His fear will make him see these men as larger and stronger than himself; he will give them the name giants.'
The strangers are not really giants, of course. As the primitive grows familiar with them, he 'will discover that the supposed giants are neither larger nor stronger than himself, and that their stature did not correspond to the idea he had originally linked to the word giant'.
'He will then invent another name that he has in common with them, such as, for example, the word man, and will retain the word giant for the false object that impressed him while he was being deluded.'
But why did he call them 'giants' in the first place? As Paul de Man, a literary scholar, noted once: 'The coinage of the word 'giant' simply means 'I am afraid'.'
The primitive calls strangers 'giants', not because they are physically larger than him, but because he fears their familiar exterior may hide an unsuspected ogrish character. His suspicion that they may not be what they seem leads him to make a fearful accusation - 'they are giants'.
That accusation is the result of his fear that appearances may be deceptive, that the apparent may not be the real.
Now, Taiwan Foreign Minister Mark Chen is a sophisticated man, of course, but his recent characterisation of Singapore as 'a tiny country the size of a piece of dried nose shit' shares the same logic as Rousseau's primitive's mistaken accusation of strangers as 'giants'.
As every Singaporean knows now, Mr Chen, speaking in Hokkien, had called Singapore 'bi sai'. The Straits Times, with its accustomed clinical precision, translated that as 'dried nasal mucus'. Reuters offered 'piece of snot' instead, AFP suggested 'booger' (which is American slang for snot), and a colleague of mine came up with 'nose shit'.
The Anglo-Saxon directness of the last seems to me to fit best the spirit of the original Hokkien, so I have chosen to translate Mr Chen's 'bi sai' as 'nose shit'.
It can be added to the fairly long list of familiar insults that have been directed at Singapore's size, including former Indonesian president B. J. Habibie's famous characterisation of the island as no bigger than a tiny 'red dot' on a map.
Naturally, some Singaporeans have taken umbrage at such insults, feeling they are demeaning, but they shouldn't. Read psychologically, Mr Chen's 'bi sai', like Dr Habibie's 'red dot', is not so much an insult as it is a compliment, albeit unintended.
Just as Rousseau's primitive called strangers 'giants' because he feared what was apparent may not be real, Mr Chen called Singapore a 'tiny piece of dried nose shit' because he suspected appearances may be deceptive.
Consider this: Nobody, including Dr Habibie or Mr Chen, would dream of calling, say, Nauru or Palau, both independent island states in the Pacific Ocean, nose shits. Nauru is only 21.2 sq km, far smaller than Singapore, while Palau is only slightly bigger, but only if one combined all of its 200-odd widely scattered islands, only eight of which are inhabited.
Just as one would not insult a dwarf by calling him a dwarf, one would not insult Nauru and Palau by drawing attention to their lack of size. Why call them 'red dots' if they act like 'red dots' - when they are what they seem?
It is only when a red dot doesn't act like a red dot, when a bi sai seems to carry more weight than a bi sai should, that it makes sense to insult a red dot by calling it a red dot, a bi sai a bi sai. Such insults simply signify: 'I fear the bi sai is no bi sai, the red dot is no red dot.'
It is precisely because Singapore isn't what it seems, that it becomes necessary to remind it of what it seems: 'you are a red dot'.
It is precisely because there is a suspected - and sometimes feared - discrepancy between its unimposing physical size and its outsized influence that it becomes necessary to remind it that it should act its size: 'you bi sai'.
The moment the likes of Mr Chen or Dr Habibie feel it unnecessary to draw attention to Singapore's size, Singaporeans would know they are indeed what they seem - small.
Be glad, Singaporeans, that others find it necessary sometimes to remind you of what you seem.
It means you aren't; it means the reality is different.
haha very interesting right?? so if someone calls u an idiot... remember that it means he is calling u a genius...!! EukEra
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