Happiness is subjective.
This is a reminder to count your blessings.
it's also a blog post place-holder to flood off the last post on my blog since it's very picture-heavy so the loading time on the page isn't too long.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
joyeux anniversaire
quick summary:
good friends + good food + good alcohol >> purple helium balloons.
to keep it short: The pictures speak for themselves. (thanks to resident photographer yaox for being so diligent at them: 300 photos from last night!)
The food was really good as usual (thanks mum!) and yea i don't mind having leftovers to finish from this, not that there were a lot of leftovers anyway:
foooood
more foooood.
Was truly a really fun evening, thanks to all who came, including but not limited to these people:
but there was good fun, with fil winning, for the first time i've seen, the 13 wonders hand:
After a while though, there wasn't any more chivas:
so everything kinda became more blurry after that. Stories and pics on request!
good friends + good food + good alcohol >> purple helium balloons.
to keep it short: The pictures speak for themselves. (thanks to resident photographer yaox for being so diligent at them: 300 photos from last night!)
The food was really good as usual (thanks mum!) and yea i don't mind having leftovers to finish from this, not that there were a lot of leftovers anyway:
foooood
more foooood.
Was truly a really fun evening, thanks to all who came, including but not limited to these people:
but there was good fun, with fil winning, for the first time i've seen, the 13 wonders hand:
After a while though, there wasn't any more chivas:
so everything kinda became more blurry after that. Stories and pics on request!
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Balloons
are mankind's greatest invention. Helium ones, specifically fuschia helium ones x 1000.
You cannot believe the simple joy i got from seeing so many balloons, and then standing on tiptoe to try and catch them and take them down, and then accumulating so many balloons in the hallway that the lights got eclipsed and the GM of the british club had to come and ask us to move them somewhere else coz it was making the place dark. And then popping them with a pole with pins attached on the top: modern day improvised-pike. And then we realised people actually WANTED the balloons, so we started giving them out to random doctors who were there for the conference. And THAT was kinda fun. I haven't given random things to random people in a while.
Who kenw such simple joy could come from such simple things? Happiness is elusive, i guess, you find it in the strangest places. I decided to liberate 5 of them and scatter them to the winds of time and change. Freeeeeedom!
You cannot believe the simple joy i got from seeing so many balloons, and then standing on tiptoe to try and catch them and take them down, and then accumulating so many balloons in the hallway that the lights got eclipsed and the GM of the british club had to come and ask us to move them somewhere else coz it was making the place dark. And then popping them with a pole with pins attached on the top: modern day improvised-pike. And then we realised people actually WANTED the balloons, so we started giving them out to random doctors who were there for the conference. And THAT was kinda fun. I haven't given random things to random people in a while.
Who kenw such simple joy could come from such simple things? Happiness is elusive, i guess, you find it in the strangest places. I decided to liberate 5 of them and scatter them to the winds of time and change. Freeeeeedom!
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Random Strangers
And so we have the service counters. The places where stories are told, where futures unfold. Here we find the mishmash of people, the investment banker in a suit from Merryl Lynch, the chinese national who was rejected one year ago, the PhD students who're dressed to the nines and are going for their internship, who make singlish sound -classy-, the softspoken MNC engineer who travels a lot and whose previous 10 year visa expired. The Other Chinese National who's with his mum who only speaks in dialect. Everyone with a story to tell. Some dressed expecting a board interview, full suits, formal skirt suits and long-sleeved shirted people. Then there's Bryan Wong, in a beach Tshirt, broadshorts and sandals who obviously knew what to expect. There's a man now to whom english isn't his first language, parroting everything the American is saying behind the counter.
"put your left index finger on the scanner please"
"left index finger"
"no sir, your left hand"
"left hand."
"no, your OTHER left hand."
"left hand."
"yes sir thank you"
"thank you"
He's wearing grey socks with his black shoes.
There's a pregnant woman in the queue. There are empty seats in the waiting area.
So here're the nervous, the confused, the bored. The businessman in his armani waiting along with the young man in jeans and new balance shoes. The guy behind the counter just rejected someone "1 week more of additional paperwork", no excuse given. The PhD student whimpers and watches. People are still coming in, 30 minutes before closing time. The room reminds me of a hospital waiting area, but waiting at KMC has taught me well. It's not even remotely boring yet. The pair of PhD students have gone now, ecstatic that they've got their visas in time. They fly friday.
Here are the stories to be written. Their futures decided by someone behind a marble counter and thick glass - bulletproof, of course - who have no other information other than what basic biodata you provided them in the form. Do they decide your risk factor based on a combination of what's filled in fields 1, 4, 7 and 13b? I admire them, though, their ability to greet people cheerfully after 100s of other people. I suppose they have their job perks too:
"So your name is candy."
"yes."
"don't you think that's a very suggestive name?"
"Well apparently my mum thought it was a good idea."
....
"so why are you working in singapore airlines?"
"For the moneeey."
"not because *bimbo voice* 'oh i like flying and meeting new people, teeheehee!'? that's a very singaporean way of looking at things, 'for the moneeyyy'"
*nervous laugh*
"what do you do in singapore airlines?"
"F&B -- food and beverage"
"so what's your favouriate food?"
"er, i don't really like the food."
"So what's your favourite beverage, then?"
"I've developed a taste for the orange juice..."
"So if you were to serve me a drink, what would you serve me?"
"er, alcoholic or non-alcoholic?"
"with alcohol, of Cooourse!"
"how about a dry martini?"
"okay, how do you make a dry martini?"
"well, fill 2/3rds of the glass with gin....."
I look at the guy next to me and smile. He smiles back.
"I suppose he's trying to make sure she's really a stewardess," he says
"er, yea, perhaps." I reply.
sitting in the front row has its perks.
"put your left index finger on the scanner please"
"left index finger"
"no sir, your left hand"
"left hand."
"no, your OTHER left hand."
"left hand."
"yes sir thank you"
"thank you"
He's wearing grey socks with his black shoes.
There's a pregnant woman in the queue. There are empty seats in the waiting area.
So here're the nervous, the confused, the bored. The businessman in his armani waiting along with the young man in jeans and new balance shoes. The guy behind the counter just rejected someone "1 week more of additional paperwork", no excuse given. The PhD student whimpers and watches. People are still coming in, 30 minutes before closing time. The room reminds me of a hospital waiting area, but waiting at KMC has taught me well. It's not even remotely boring yet. The pair of PhD students have gone now, ecstatic that they've got their visas in time. They fly friday.
Here are the stories to be written. Their futures decided by someone behind a marble counter and thick glass - bulletproof, of course - who have no other information other than what basic biodata you provided them in the form. Do they decide your risk factor based on a combination of what's filled in fields 1, 4, 7 and 13b? I admire them, though, their ability to greet people cheerfully after 100s of other people. I suppose they have their job perks too:
"So your name is candy."
"yes."
"don't you think that's a very suggestive name?"
"Well apparently my mum thought it was a good idea."
....
"so why are you working in singapore airlines?"
"For the moneeey."
"not because *bimbo voice* 'oh i like flying and meeting new people, teeheehee!'? that's a very singaporean way of looking at things, 'for the moneeyyy'"
*nervous laugh*
"what do you do in singapore airlines?"
"F&B -- food and beverage"
"so what's your favouriate food?"
"er, i don't really like the food."
"So what's your favourite beverage, then?"
"I've developed a taste for the orange juice..."
"So if you were to serve me a drink, what would you serve me?"
"er, alcoholic or non-alcoholic?"
"with alcohol, of Cooourse!"
"how about a dry martini?"
"okay, how do you make a dry martini?"
"well, fill 2/3rds of the glass with gin....."
I look at the guy next to me and smile. He smiles back.
"I suppose he's trying to make sure she's really a stewardess," he says
"er, yea, perhaps." I reply.
sitting in the front row has its perks.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Flight of the dragonfly
And so, about a year or so after i decided to start blogging before i finish tweaking the design of my page, i finally finish the layout. First experiment with CSS after learning it a few days ago, courtesy of the lack of crowds at comgraph:
Booth sweet booth
Where i was at for the past few days, manning a stall as such and watching the big screen reboot:
WinXP sucks.
Comgraph is an annual animation and digital art exhibition organised by sigraph, a non-profit organisation of animators in singapore. It had some nice animations this year, if you go for that sort of thing. But of course even nice animations start to grate after watching them 4-5 times a day for 3 days.
At any rate, the free time during the lull periods of the exhibition gave rise to what you see right now. Cool, isn't it? And blueeee. Finally, i have a blog i can call entirely my own! The dragonfly pic was taken with my casio qv-r41 on macro mode with a very willing subject, and editted in photoshop. Best viewed in opera at 1024x768, so switch now!
The other reason for the switch is the significance of getting rid of all those swirling clouds of dust, now that i won't ever need to see them for a while. No more area D for a few years. For everyone who didn't understand that, it isn't important. My dust clouds have been swept out and replaced by dragonflies.
Factoid of the day: dragonflies are attracted to electromagnetic fields. Thus if you seem to have a lot of dragonflies around your dipole, it's working.
Comments please!
Booth sweet booth
Where i was at for the past few days, manning a stall as such and watching the big screen reboot:
WinXP sucks.
Comgraph is an annual animation and digital art exhibition organised by sigraph, a non-profit organisation of animators in singapore. It had some nice animations this year, if you go for that sort of thing. But of course even nice animations start to grate after watching them 4-5 times a day for 3 days.
At any rate, the free time during the lull periods of the exhibition gave rise to what you see right now. Cool, isn't it? And blueeee. Finally, i have a blog i can call entirely my own! The dragonfly pic was taken with my casio qv-r41 on macro mode with a very willing subject, and editted in photoshop. Best viewed in opera at 1024x768, so switch now!
The other reason for the switch is the significance of getting rid of all those swirling clouds of dust, now that i won't ever need to see them for a while. No more area D for a few years. For everyone who didn't understand that, it isn't important. My dust clouds have been swept out and replaced by dragonflies.
Factoid of the day: dragonflies are attracted to electromagnetic fields. Thus if you seem to have a lot of dragonflies around your dipole, it's working.
Comments please!
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