Lazing around
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And that, was specially for jake… woohoo… go use babel fish.
The last 2 days were just full of reading whatever i could put my hands on. this range from books to news articles (regarding the brit bomb blast) and also some new books that my dad sent me.
yes, my Maoist books arrived, except it wasn’t quite what i expected. When i first requested the books from my dad, because i wanted to know more about Mao Zedong, the late Chairman of China, he started talking all grand about Mao, because he respected him so much. my dad is a proud chinese man, who loves china, even though he has never been to China his entire life, and has only been to Taiwan frequently when he was still young (aka when i was like 3-5 years old..).
In his stance to me, he had always put out that China was a victim of many verbal, political and etc etc attacks because people are either 1) jealous or they are 2)scared of China’s possibility. My dad is a walking paranoia thing.
anyways, he defended Chairman Mao fervently against what i saw in time magazine about some writers building a case against Mao and what he did in the past, basically saying that Mao was a bad leader, bad person, and dad was foaming at his mouth trying to say that all Mao did was for the greater good of China.
And all that Sun Tze’s Art of War and what not came up.
At any rate, he promised to find lotsa books that would let me learn more about china’s past that lead up to his leadership and why it’s so good at that time when he was leading…
except when the books arrived, they were exactly the ones i told him about, whereby they were saying he was a demented power hungry mob. oh yes, he sent me those without thinking coz i told him to get me some english ones as those in chinese are mostly to be those in traditional writing which means i can’t understand half of them, and the other half sends me into a whirl with headaches and what not.
when i called him to point out the error to him, while having a good laugh about it, he was like “o.. oh wells, treat it like a running side commentary when i find you some other books then..”
lol…
my dad is funny.
It was rose’s birthday yesterday, so after all that reading, and some partying up ingame, i started baking cookies for her. i am no chef, and if anything, i have never ever used an oven before, till we move to this apartment. my mum and my last attempt at trying to bake cakes, YES CAKES, ended up with an accidental stumble into making sugar cookies. oh they tasted great, but the point was, they were meant to be CAKES.
so i was a little wary yesterday when i started baking. frankly speaking though, i felt pretty safe because everything came in a nicely prepackaged bag, but you never know when something might blow up.
the only thing that went wrong was the cookies’ size. i accidentally went on a rampage and made everyone of them double they size that they were meant to me. some of the shapes were a little lopsided too…
so yer.. kinda wasted but still… YAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROSIE… muahahaha!!!! i hope u like those cookies 
we went out for bewitched too, and really, it’s one of the funniest movie i have seen, altho just about as airhead as some of the other movies i like (all girly sweetsy thingy) and that’s the best thing about it, hehe.
although i know many will choose to disagree.
at this time, though, i believe either i need to stop dropping my pc by its side, or its my camera acting bitchy towards my pc (or vice versa) or i have to get a new camera altogether 
which is something i can’t afford at the moment.
there is so many thing i want to show everyone, although the picts i have taken off flickr looks even better, hehe, i still want to show my baking and so on… even tho that too.. was ah.. not entirely made by me >.>
the weather is getting colder, and as i freeze my arse off every time i walk out, i wonder how different was it from 2 years ago when i first experienced winter. i was cold too, and feeling all weirded out from my warm room, which was heated up by central heating.
and then having to bundle up heaps before walking out. that felt weird and eventually, when i acclimatize to everything, i started to wear less and less, simply because i hate feeling like a turtle all cooped up in my clothes. all those years of living in tropical climate made all that bundling up feels totally uncomfortable. even now, when i am cold, i had just say “fuck it,” and walk out of the house with a t shirt and just a light jacket on top. not that it matters now after so long, since most of the time now i dont feel as cold as i did in the past.
ever since i started falling ill this winter though (well the first time around) i decided to bundle up abit more, and then started feeling like an over dressed clown. >.> it’s gotta do with all that fur around me!! i swear!
last night while we were out on a movie, i started growing this huge urge to eat everyone around me, and i attribute all this to the coat i was wearing, wahahaa… i mean it does make me feel all bear like and hungry… and humans looks so delicious.
ANYWAYS…
jake’s blog is finally starting to shape up after all those YEARS of tweaking. his old blog, which was at girlswithswords.com will finally be taken down after… maybe another few YEARS!??! and then it would officially move to this domain under shinsou.ghostelf.com, the link is on the right, top most blog up there i should think.
don’t mind his frootiness. i know he looks abit gay on his blog, but trust me, i wear the penis in this relationship, as proven by many a spam mail…
according to these spam mail, my penis needs some enlargement, and must be specifically handled by them. thus, it proves that i have one, just a bit weeny. and since jake and i are in a relationship, that must mean he’s either gay or is a girl. but he has stated he’s perfectly straight and so did i, therefore, AHA! the conclusion is, he wears the skirt.
next week, we will be shopping for his push up bras, seeing that he definitely lack some “oomph” in them. anyone want to suggest some sites or place where either of us can shop for them?
thanks
^.~
raining and not pouring
i honestly have no idea why i buy an umbrella. 2 years ago, i bought it because in my first 3 weeks here, it went from uber hot, to pouring buckets right on the very first introductory lecture for international students.
that was pretty much the heaviest rain i ever encountered.
subsequently, the umbrella that i bought that day for the rainy season never got used as much, and eventually went missing after an attempt to use it one rainy night.
for the record, that particular rainy night that i encountered, left my umbrella pretty dry. i am sure, i don’t have to tell you how that happened.
earlier this year, due to a couple of drizzling, i presumed that it would rain as much as it did the first few weeks of my presence here. therefore, i ventured out to get an umbrella that would protect me from all that watering that i obviously do not need. people might think, gosh, this little bitch came from a damn tropical country!
PRECISELY!
after more than 20 years of being drowned by the tropical monsoon rains, why would i actually enjoy being rained on so much? oh at times, i would happily get drench, but such times are rare nowadays and at this age. back when i was 13-15, i would happily stop 2 bus stops before school and run there in the rain, drenching myself, my bag and my books in the process.
but after a few uncomfortable feet issues, and after a few fungus infection issues, i decided that i don’t like having a disgusting feet to put into shoes with, and run around the house with.
so with all that in mind, i bought this nice little feminine, light blue, lightweight umbrella.
fabulous isn’t it?
not really.
in the last few days, it has been alternating between dry cold and rainy cold. ordinarily, i carry my umbrella with me. but i also a crapload of stuff with me as well, such as my ibook, my ipod and a few other stuff. and then the brilliant thought came into my head.
“i am not going to let a damn wet piece of shit umbrella touch my dear apple products.”
cool. not that bad idea either, since it’s drizzling only.
but then, i look around me. people without umbrellas run thru the rain; and then you see those with umbrellas perpetually using them.
and my umbrella stays dry, that it may not taint any items in my bag, while poor me gets drown in the light drizzle.
sometimes i wonder if i was dropped on my head when i was born, that i come up with such brilliant thoughts. then again, i love how this sets me apart from normal people. i am different, and i think out of the line, perhaps not quite out of the box though. when i eventually do think out of the box, i will perhaps carry disposable ponchos with me instead, thereby protecting everything from the damn drizzle, and yet not having to put a single wet item into my bag.
damn.
i am good.
aside from that, i have started buying books for the next semester, which generally would be the first year courses that i apparently should have taken ages ago.
i fear, i might be in the presence of another egotistical professor. i have heard good things about him though, so i shall desist from forming any hard images of him before i actually have experience his classes.
thing is, like my previous lecturer, he has also taken to making us buy texts that’s written by him.
that said, it’s not a bad thing that he has chose that option, since he knows at least what he has written there’s less chances of him fumbling through the lectures like some i have experienced, and others who sounds like they have never entered university.
i am not being an obnoxious brat here. i just fear such lecturers because the last few i had that had chosen such a path to teach us were either so self absorbed, they didn’t sound like they had listen to any other opinions, or they look like if we point out any errors or oppositions to their written works, they might crumble and sob.
at some stage while attending my lectures in my first year here, i came to a scary thought: what if, just what if, i choose to do my post graduate studies eventually that will lead me to their present status, and i end up like them?
sure, it’s great to be known as Dr Panda, PhD of Politics (warfare and biting) and blah blah blah on this little plate outside my room and all the books that i have ever written. however, would i like to er.. sound like a cocky twat, a crumbly shaky person or someone more affable?
other than all that, have anyone notice how most of the Arts Faculty lecturers, at least those that i have encountered, seem unable to handle technology well? remember how the mics will fail, how the lightings will suddenly crash, how most of them would end up running to classes therefore the previous ALL RIGHT settings are still there so that they don’t have to fumble with the switches?
or how they ended up all resorting to pure talking as loudly as they could so that all the technology they would ever have to learn was to turn off the lights at the end of every class?
i am terrified one day i might be like that. i love my technology no matter how inept i am. the idea that i might one day forget how to switch on this laptop just to blog scares the shit out of me.
they are genuinely great people, just a little inept sometimes at social skills (surprise, surprise, these are “social science” graduates too) or technological skills.
ah enough of dissing the lecturers, like i said, i shouldn’t form judgement before meeting them.
the book i am reading though, discusses about the power of wealth and positions within an organisation, and some other stuff that’s related to power in politics. one of the first issues i can see being discussed, was how people presume that rich people are where they are because they are 1) smarter, 2)hardoworking and 3) have great families (though not always but to a majority consensus).
ah. statistics of such.
in agreement with the book though, it is not always that way. rich people are not often smarter (case in point, paris hilton.), not often hardworking (9-5 jobs don’t count… people under them do overtimes…) and alot of rich people are also divorcees and what not.
the only advantages that rich people have over the poor, is that they could afford to educate their next generation in any way they want, so that the next generation could learn to stay as successful as the previous generation. Parents could easily fork out 36,000 a year tuition fees to keep their children in harvard till they graduate without so much as blink, because there is more money where it comes from.
the poor on the other hand, might not be able to complete schooling, because there are insufficient funds to do so. and the vicious cycle goes on and on, because with the world as meritocratic as it is now, there are few jobs that uneducated people can do. and poor people cannot afford to travel too far to try and get better paying jobs.
so for twice the amount of work that they do compared to the so-called rich people, they get a small portion of the earnings that the rich earns.
how’s that fair? no idea.
how’s that well spread wealth? no idea again.
does that make the rich any smarter, more hardworking or have better lives? not really. it’s just because they have the capability to reach for the stars while the others don’t.
what shame.
by the way, the fact that you have read this far, i applaud you. sometimes, and i mean really, every single day, i have something to ramble on and on about. topics on feminism and rich vs poor are my pet topics so… yer, you read good!
i noticed my site hits, inclusive of the old site, has reached beyond 4000++. first off, i must admit, more than 1.5k of the hits are mainly just jake and i, while tweaking the sites and so on. that counter does not show unique ips and what not.
that leaves a staggering 2.5k readers, of which at least every single new reader might hit the archives button at least 3 times, which boils down to about 1k hits or less (i am bad at math, shush.)
to the unique 800 or so readers (trying to narrow down) with i know at least 5 faithful ones, thanks for bearing with my daily rantings.
^_^
Food for love
i would love so much for this moment that my camera would act less cocky with my pc than it does at the moment, then you can see what kind of food i am talking about, from the prettiness, to the delicacies (well here in Australia anyways…) to the sheer prettiness of the waitresses who serve me ^.~.
In my family, we have this tradition with food. on sundays we had gather as a family and go out hunting for food that had suit our urges, as well as do groceries for the next few days and what not. sundays, was pretty much a family day. although as i got older, i stop going out with them on many a sunday, and didn’t get to enjoy as much fun food that they found.
with my extended family, i am especially close to my maternal side of the family, with my aunts and all. it’s a tradition with us that should anyone of us distant relatives visit (aka from singapore to malaysia or malaysia to australia, you get the idea..) the first and the last night in town would be full of food. we would visit restaurants and order without any hesitation whatever’s good on the menu.
the last few days, i have been just going to flirty gorgeous (which by now i guess everyone should be familiar with.. talk too much about it XD). i especially saved my tummy and sleep till later just so i could try it out, and it’s absoutlutely gorgeous.
see on monday nights, flirty gorgeous gets 2 indian ladies in their kitchen to make a curries night special. with 3 condiments and 2 curries of your choice, naan and rice, and a drink to go with all that, it was suppose to warm you up for winter yet fill you too… 
oh it’s filling all right. while the servings of the curry seems small and every other serving seems small, the total amount of food is still a huge arse australian serving size. i cried when i had to leave my chick pea curry 2/3 eaten… it was that good. plus the fact that the chicken curry and the yoghurt thing and everything…
nevermind, trust me it’s good… it’s authentic and it’s spicy and it makes me feel all sad that i am missing singapore food… and only singapore food and the transportation. T_T
sometimes i feel guilty i don’t miss singapore more, or my friends more. yes i do miss them, i just don’t miss them all that much like most people say they do.
anyways, i have been waking up early lately, sleeping early too, but only 6 hours of sleep… doesn’t seem so good. by 4 pm or so, i am a little tired. which means i should hit 9 hours of sleep or sleep slightly later or something.
for today, i was just tired out before noon, so i went off to flirty gorgeous for lunch, wanting to try something new on their menu, while testing if they have wi-fi. obviously i found none, i suddenly realised the laptop that the lady bosses use at flirty gorgeous has a green lan cable. blah…
The duck i chose to have today though… omg… it’s another great dish, needless to say. the duck meat was cut in such a way it looked like a beef rump steak at first, with the sauce and all. but the meat was succulent, tender, juicy and mmmmm… to my regret and shame, i practically swallowed the duck whole, saving just a few seconds to catch my breath, because it was that good.
my mood went up by a few notches ever since.
not that i was particularly down, but calling apple technical support was the worst ever experience i ever had. i am not racist or anything, but i reckon people who are going to be on the phone with customers should know their a from their s and their l’s from their r’s. the guy spent 10 mins just trying to spell my name alone, and another 10 trying to spell my email address because we couldn’t understand each other…
next he treated me like a complete idiot who called the technical support just because it was the first number in hand. i am not saying that most users who had call technical support are not tech-idiot, but usually we call because we had tried some stuff and obviously couldn’t get things working.
he had me put in the install cd, and kept trying to make me find the customise button which doesn’t exist on my tiger upgrade install disc he had me put in. and when i said i cant install the entire os on my hd because i already had a better version of it and the disc recognises that (get this, i told him i have 10.4.1 and the cd actually is more intelligent than him). and he kept having me double click the hd to try and get it to work, and behaving like i was the idiot since i couldnt find the customise option that allows only certain stuff to install. i was trying to find my apple works which disappeared when i upgraded.
he kept putting me on hold too, just to read from his manual, because he kept giving me mechanical answers as to what to do next and since my answers were not typical ones, and since he obviously didn’t hear that i upgraded it with an upgrade disc instead of it coming normally with a tiger, he couldn’t figure out why his manual got stupid on him.
what got most annoying was his asking me to do a spotlight search for the program. it sound like he came to conclusion that i was an idiot, that i probably had the program and just didn’t bother to search for it before calling technical support. or that i just freshly got my ibook and decided to call technical support to make them remember me as the difficult customer, forever etched into the history of apple technical support.
after another 10 minutes of being on hold, to which i could actually get some eggs cooked and stuff, he finally realised the problem.
and so did i. -.-
wow apple.
appleworks is appleworks. whatever basic language it comes in, u can just label it as a pulldown menu.
WHYYY did you have to label it appleworks languages? in normal circumstances, that would have meant, to me, as a language pack to appleworks.
GOOD WORK!!!! -.-”
i still love their customer service on the sales consultant side, i still love their products. its the technicalities i am being upset at.
anyways, photos wise, i am grabbing a cable online for my phone. so whether or not my phone decides to interact at some stage with my pc in the next week or so, by next week i am hoping that i should have the cable at this time, and then, the photos will flood again.
and goddamn, i love posting from my ibook, since there’s a widget for posting here, hehe. ^=^
have a fun weekend. i know i haven’t been posting normally, just been busy with stuff.. 
picture by james cridland @ flickr
EDIT: before i forget, i just heard/read about the devastating news in london. condolences from me to the people who got involved. it’s a sad day indeed that again terrorism has struck on such a devastating scale in a major city who should be celebrating their win for the Olympics bid.
the good thing is, my friends and their families are well, wade included. <3
phone!
i finally got my phone working, and have proceeded to purchase the data cable online, seeing that the ones at the shop didn’t seem to work and so far, by reviews, that one being sold online actually works!
blogging from my laptop now seems easier than before, and perhaps more colourful than it should be. i have a stick that reminds me the font codes until i can remember them right off, and lotsa widgets hanging around me. in truth, i am trying to blog from a damn widget..
i can see why it’s so damn addictive
mean while, i have to be at school for a while as they emailed me some stuff about post grad and i need to clarify alot of stuff about international student’s visa for it and so on. sounds like a mess to me. hopefully dad’s money last that long, or i would have to take another year off again.
all around me now, i see many post grads doing their thesis. one guy seemed to be living here, all bearded and smell and coats on the floor and what not. i bet he hides in the broom cupboard when they shut down the library for the day so he can read all the books he needs.
come this semester though, i might have to quit l2 for real. the next semester or 2 will be my last, i don’t wana fuck it up and l2 is very time consuming. i still love l2, but i can’t afford the time it needs, unless my clan is willing to lose me for weeks at an end.
considering my no-show for the last week or so though, i guess they should be used to it.
i am worried. i really am. i know i always tend to fuck up my last year at any where, at any place in my entire academic life. i want to graduate soon, for many reasons i can’t list here coz it’s simply too long. but one of which is genuine concern that funds will eventually run out on dad’s side. part-time work shouldn’t be an option for university students for the sheer fact that our workload is simply too much for us to even consider it. but still, many still do it, because some of them have got hecs to pay back and it is no light job.
sigh.
other than that, i don’t know how these few months would be like, how these courses would be like. i don’t want to fuck it up, and hope i don’t. blah…..
i know i shouldn’t worry, after all, so far it’s been all right. it could have been better, but it’s good enough for now. after this, what am i going to do? hopefully, i get to work here and stay here… and then.. citizenship? go to jake’s? hehe…
feeling all weirded out now… need to relax….
cold mornings
last night’s attempt to sleep early was totally botched by a simple call. i don’t remember what i called andoo for but it eventually ended up being for dinner or something. but i passed out anyways and then got woken up for chinese food.
Not that it’s a bad thing, if i had woken up in my normal euros hours, i would never have made it in terms of actually finding food to it. then again, i should stop eating out so much, considering that they are expensive here in australia, and cooking for one isn’t hard.
i believe i mentioned i love burnt food before. After yesterday’s experience, i think i am going to lay off burnt congee. Linxy and leah made congee but somehow burnt it. i didnt mind coz they taste ok to me with some soya sauce on it, and its not like it’s wholly burnt or something. however, midway through the lunch portion of it (i had breakfast lunch and dinner spread out just eating congee), i started almost throwing up. i realised eventually it wasn’t that a chicken was lodge in the throat.
my entire body started feeling sick. for the 2nd time this winter, i am actually going to be sick. i cannot tell you how shit i felt at that point. it’s no fun having holidays and being sick. now i have this wanna-puke sensation in my chest, and a sore throat from the puking wannabe at my throat earlier on.
the only thing that cheered me up at this point though, is that today’s wednesday. another reason why i went to sleep so today would come sooner. my phone is finally coming back from sydney after being unlocked and i can finally use it, provided the technician, who’s a male species and at times terrible uncouth with handling phones, didn’t scratch it all too bad.
when i called up crazy john’s yesterday they said that they intended to call me (uh-oh, something’s wrong) because the guy WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO MAIL MY PHONE BACK ON FRIDAY… forgot to send it out. but he already did it on monday, so they said. so i am sitting happily here, hoping to get a call from them today. aussie mail is usually one morning and one afternoon, or so my uni’s office used to say. so if they dont call me by 12 i hope for one at 4. if not i am going to be so mad….
i know i know, it’s just a phone. i am just anxious.
results came out yesterday or something, and i did pretty well.. 3 Ds and 1 Cs. i wasn’t expecting to pass for the 4th but oh wells… i shouldn’t complain! preparing for the next semester now, i heard lotsa good stuff about biomed. which includes the teacher bringing in a silicone tit for students to feel!
oh yes, i wana feel that, so i can see and touch the very thing that man sometimes drool for on people like anna nicole smith and blah actresses. the very substance of FAKE.
but it’s a first year course. i wonder if i can just sneak into classes and pretend to be a biomed student.
i mean, after touching the silicone backing trays last week, i have been wondering how they feel. even though it’s just one layer, and its pretty maleable (i pulled and tugged it hard), you can’t deny that it’s tough. but my comments at Target about them being unlike real tits, and wondering how people can think they are real tits left a customer reeling, and he kinda.. walked out.
not my fault he’s squirmish. -.-
of course, linxy at that point in time decided that he’s embarassed to be seen there with me any longer, and we bought our saucepan and left
spoilsport. ^=^
waking up now to a cold morning, with a puking sensation and mists outside my window isn’t exactly a good combo. i guess i could have turned on the heater and slept with it on. but the heater in the living room is more comforting than that small one. perhaps, till linxy comes back later today… i will sleep in the living room.
oh man.
linxy returns from sydney today and i was having fun too rearranging the house a little. maybe i will take a photo of the now much neater living room when i could. linxy cleaned up the living room massively, but brought in the table and chucked it in the middle of it all. now i moved everything a tad… so that it looks better
i mean, don’t worry, he’s been ok for the last few months after my yelling session. but the comfort of walking around naked in the apartment, or in whatever form of nudity that i like with curtains drawn and no one around, is just simply too delicious. oh wells. maybe he had go home again soon. hehe
anyways… time to clean up the pots and pans that i fucked up in the process of re burning the congee…
welcome!
welcome to the new site! well kinda new, since you know, we have been tweaking it for like 3 days now.
over the last few days, i have been mostly just being a bum, suggesting ideas to jake about what i want since i have zilch ideas about what i can do with all this new MySQL thing and php and whatever bullshit that wordpress contains.
ah the joys of being a non-geek. that said, i like how it’s cleaner now and i am going to personalise it a little further once i actually got the know how for it, such as, WHERE do i fiddle the changes in.
another massive accomplishment i am happy to announce that came from not doing much the last few days but just sleeping, was that i finally got my ibook all done up with the right OS.
remember how i bought an ibook a few weeks ago? according to various pamphlets and even the sales person, my ibook was suppose to come with Mac OS 10.4, aka, the tiger. however, i guess something fucked up (what i could understand over the mumbled phonecall conversation was that the guy took the wrong goods…) and i got my ibook with 10.3.8 which i updated to 10.3.9 or something like that. i know i had to update the OS anyways, but regardless, it was panther that i had, not tiger.
totally different branch of the feline family.
so anyways, linxy had been bugging me to go back to get it changed or fix or something before it’s too late. but amidst all the holidays with relatives, busying with actually levelling for once and trying to get a job and sleeping at odd ours, it all went out of my head.
not that i don’t want a tiger, hell i do. have u guys checked out the dashboard widgets? it’s like a second desktop that u can personalise and do everything on. and as far as i can see, it gets addictive.
well kinda. if you look at the downloads, people seem to be making more and more of the widgets. at some stage, i believe they are going to be so addicted to it, they arent ever going to exit dashboard except when they have to shutdown.
anyways, i called up apple and they got everything clarified with me. i have to fill up a form and pay about 15 bux for the upgrade to be shipped to be. so basically its 15 bux for shipping and handling. but the guy, i guess, was probably not very happy to see me in the shop again, considering my prior card problems that he encountered.
upon completion of my form, he disappeared, and i need assistance. i had some questions and was wondering if they could just waiver the price for me. true its not a very big price to pay as compared to the market price of the actual os upgrade, which is 129 for students i believe. but i felt it was their mistake and why should i have to pay for it. principal of the matter.
then i asked the guy at the cashier, who upon hearing my story, mumbled something like “i think i have one lying around” (these guys seem to like mumbling… must be all that technology where talking is not required). and voila! i have gotten my new OS that i should have from the start.
and i didn’t have to pay for it XD gotta love that guy
i had a few problems coming home though. i found all my bundled software, such as I Life and AppleWorks was all gone after installation. the guys i called didn’t seem to know where to find it either. they actually sound confused. so, being desperate, i was intending to reinstall Panther and then do another form of upgrade to Tiger. On the Disc though, i found that there was just a seperate install for bundled software. yay
so now, i have a great website up and running, thanks to boyfriend, and a great laptop running fine thanks to apple.. well partially
i know this site isn’t perfect as compared to others, nor is it wholly made by me, not even the pixels and stuff. but hey, it’s pretty and something to good to drop into so i am happy
Browsing…
Song i am listening to : none, watching Konjiki no Gash Bell
Mood : satisfied
one of my blog-and-news browsing in the last few hours (i made full use of my awasu rss feed, wahaha) lead me to this site, called thelive 8. please sign the campaign to end extreme poverty. they don’t need your money, they want your voice, one by one, to sign up, and end extreme poverty for the world and the world’s children. right now, worldwide, concerts are going on to raise awareness as well as to appeal to the leaders going for the g8 summit to make provisions to end the world’s poverty.
countries rich in resources are also the very same few who have the most extreme form of poverty in the world. yet the countries that are buying these resources off them seems perfectly well off, infact very well off. if everyone contributes to help the poor ones out, wouldn’t there be no more poverty?
The past few hours were spent, reading whatever i can lay my hands on and watching Gash, an anime that jason, my friend back home in singapore, once showed me but i have never managed to find on the network back on campus.
i try to space my anime out abit now, due in part to the fact that i don’t like parting with the characters i just met… so soon. Like how i take my novels and what not, i do not enjoy “losing” them the moment that i just “met” them. sounds queer i know, but remember the last good book that you read? and how you wish it would never end?
exactly.
then i popped by my haloscan comment controls just for a while, and got a new comment from a person’s blog i have been lurking for a while. wow. lol. i never realised people could find out where they get linked back from on some kind of control panel or something. found out from another friend later on that you could just ask for statistics from your web host or something, and then it would all be revealed unto you.
i lurk alot on many blogs, many different pages, for the sheer joy of reading. i love to read stuff that isn’t too… theoretical. much as i enjoy studying, i don’t exactly like what i read all the time. alot of them would make sense only if, say, i am in that situation.
not sure if i actually made that clear. o.o
anyways, alex of the hurlnecklace site that i liked so much (to me i simply find it gorgeous. it’s simplistic, yet feminine, doesn’t roar of “i am a feminist” yet is … ahhh) happened to drop by and commented. hehe. makes me feel all so weird for not commenting on her blog. yet that’s just me. i don’t like to comment too much.
many times, i view someone’s website, words, sayings, i feel like commenting, telling them “hey, this is all so wrong” or “you should have done it this way” or “i feel sorry for you” and hope they would take what i said. but many times i stopped myself because i know, i can’t understand how a person feel in their situations, because i know i haven’t been in that situation before, and all i could provide was really just a listening ear and a comforting shoulder.
in the case of blogosphere, there’s no way i can provide the shoulder, but i could just read and “listen”.
and if i do agree with whatever so and so had said on their blog, it would seem weird to comment the very same that they had mention in their post anyways. so no comments are needed.
granted though, my own friends get a little upset when i don’t comment on their blogs, or even tag them. first off, i don’t really like tags. u notice how i don’t have one on my own blog. i just don’t think my diary is a chatroom. secondly, i am more likely to get spammed by funny people, and i dont feel like having to censor them or something, easier to prevent these buggers by not having a tagboard at all.
but i like comments, and i know my friends do. i do try and leave comments on their blogs as much as i can push myself to, but if i don’t see a need, i don’t really want to. man i m so mean.
While reading today though, i noticed something that was often my focal point of attention in the last few months while studying genocide cases worldwide.
Darfur, the place where for the last few months was basically a scene for genocide, was what some people might call, a repeated scene from 10 years ago, aka, Rwanda.
The horrors of genocide, where millions of people are killed for their beliefs, their race or just something that groups them up as one, cannot be told in simply words alone.
The united nations themselves set up many calls of “never again” along with their policies in the hope of stopping future genocidal cases, that the world may “never again” reel at the horrors of tyrants killing off millions of people with reasons that are racial or otherwise.
In this article, Kofi Annan expressed regret about how much more he could have done for rwanda 10 years ago, and how the international community was guilty of failing rwanda.
10 years on now, dear sir, and we have failed darfur too, don’t you think? the slow response, the unwillingness to stop attacks just so that the other side of the country would have peace from civil wars. both are equally important, both had slow reactions from the international community. are we sure that those people who head the UN cares about the international community?
are we sure that the UN cares for world’s poverty? are we sure that the United Nations is truly for the better good, or just another red tape to go through that would slow the processes to get aid for those who really need it?
While Kofi Annan can criticise the international community for slow reaction, the UN, while not supposedly as powerful as it sounds, can still urge and prod the leaders more. the number of news articles about what’s happening in darfur though, seems more than the number of articles talking about the appeals at the UN. by a large number.
maybe we don’t know what’s happening behind closed doors, maybe we as the public don’t deserve all that knowledge and do not understand political needs, wants and obstacles that politicians encounter.
but we do know that massive amount of deaths mean something. that’s why there are non-profit organisations, that aren’t part of the UN.
tell me, why the slow reactions… why the deaths. why?
Changes
Song i am listening to : Mariah Carey - We Belong Together
Mood : overslept
Well.. my little nap turned into a long one. i guess i was really tired out. Can’t be help then.
before i slept though, i called up Crazy John’s about my phone, but now they gave me an eta of my phone on either tuesday or wednesday. I know i left my number with them, and if they had changed the eta they should call and if they don’t, i should have wailed at them. However, they have been extremely nice to me since the time i asked them for help, as compared to the vodaphone customer service that i called, who promptly just told me that it can’t be done.
unless i bring it back to the Service Provider that i bought it from, aka, T Mobile USA. great, i spend another like 200 bux so i can use it on YOUR network? ur mad. and stupid. and bad customer service. but whatever….
well, and i promised an announcement.
remember a few days ago, i was talking about my own webhost, my own domain and what not? Jake and i have finally decided to take up on ace-net’s offer, 5 gig space and 100 gig bandwidth. there’s another one with a 4 gig space and 100 gig bandwidth by bluehost. i guess we got excited anyways, and just wanted something big enough for both of us to have our blogs hosted on there, and perhaps a forum as well (well that came later in our minds when we discovered the forum capabilities :P). i still don’t know why we need forums!
it has wordpressed installed, so saves us the decision of movable type or wordpress, or just use as ftp to blogger.
this means basically, i am moving my blog. i know i know, i said i won’t move, but this is too delicious to resist :P, and wordpress is so much more customisable than blogger as a whole. i kinda like that. although i have 0 idea how to customise it (welcome to boyfriend tech support, how may i help you?), it means i can LEARN something about everything else anyways. maybe, from then on, my entire blog might be all techie talk!
oh noes… i am turning into a nerd/geek/tech support!! help…
but yes, this blog will be moving. just probably need a few days or something, while both of us figure out how to work it, tweak it, personalise it, then move both our blogs. the address is similar, just this time in english, rather than faux german, seeing how i have misspelt it…
wasn’t my fault though! dictionary’s!
once everything is up and going, and i have moved my entire blogger content there, i will set up a redirection thing for u guys for a while, till i am sure most of you have updated your links.
and i am using firefox browser!!! the only thing i like so much about firefox, is the multi tabs. i am sick of ie bundling up into 10 windows while i am doing research and what not. its kinda hard to scan thru the multiple window tab thing when its piled up like that, i rather look left to right.
so many changes in one day… i feel exhausted. oh wait, i have slept 12 hours now…. hrm… what should i change next?!?!
oh wells… waiting to go breakfast at flirty gorgeous again. that place is addictive. that said though, i pretty much dont eat anything else for the rest of the day o.o. need to bake those damn cookies…
miyagi!??! what?
just a short post here before i nap… will add more later.
i did a trial run, just for the fun of it, on kenny sia’s blog to see which singaporean blogger i resemble. i don’t know about the general opinions of it, since you know, i don’t stand infront of the mirror and ask myself what the hell am i like. but one line definitely is right… i make stupid words fit. new words out of old. oh wells. heres the result.
Congratulations Panda, you are…
Mr Miyagi of myveryownglob.blogspot.com
You are witty, and you know people from places. Those two qualities and others make you a very popular person among your peers, because they want to hear you dish out filthy backstage gossips. You also have a knack for inventing new words to suit yourself. You are a very loyal friend, and would jump into the ocean if your friend asked you to. And that’s probably gonna happen if your friend gets too jealous of you getting all the girls/guys.
honestly.. i don’t see myself growing a goatie soon, and i haven’t read much of miyagi’s blog to see the similarities. BUT… i am a strange person. so… yer.. whatever. he’s a great writer in his own right, but we are 2 different people… funny though, this personality thing ahahaha…
i still prefer being orihime :X
will blog again later.. have some stuff to announce after all!
loud mornings
Song I am listening to: Jun Shibata - Maboroushi
Mood: freshly awaken
aside from the fact that i have few sleeps that i awake from feeling totally refreshed, i find that the more i want and, at times, need quiet mornings, it is often broken by the sounds of crazed toddlers with parents who either don’t care how loud and disruptive their children are, or can’t control their kids.
granted that kids being kids, they are often beyond the ability to sit still for more than 2 minutes, but small spaces, and parents who decides to have this “joyluck club” thing in a small cafe shud just be considerate to everyone, and also be very careful of their kids.
filthy gorgeous, this cafe that i have mentioned before, is one of those beautiful, tiny upper middle class cafe, with jazz music at night, that has wonderful wonderful cooks for such an outside-of-towns cafe. even their croissant tastes wonderful, really gorgeous melt in your mouth taste. the sad part was, somewhere in the past couple of weeks that i haven’t turned up for breakfast, they decided that breakfasts should only be on weekends.
i guess for the manpower that they have ( i have seen this guy worked the entire day, from opening till closing) it’s only feasible to be opened later, and with less hands, lest they tire out their employees.
so anyways, typical of my tradition, where i woke up early enough to have breakfast and could actually enjoy it, i took my grand little Berlin book out, to read while i was having my little breakfast.
when i saw the kids, i believe my first judgement was, awww so cute. i mean they did look so adorable. blonde ringlets, small stature. i don’t think they were brothers, just circumstances (their mothers plus other mummies seemed to be some kind of mummies’ unite club sitting there, enjoying the morning out too…) brought them together as friends.
then they started terrorising the place slowly. first they took out cars from this toy box near the kitchen door of the cafe, started howling at each other with their impressions of how various vehicles should sound.
then they started threatening their food.
“you want a piece of me huh!” *chomps food*
“don’t you want a piece of me!!” *chomps another bit*
“yer i know you want a piece of me!!!!!” *swallows the last bit whole*
all through this, i was reading about how the Red Army was closing in on the Third Reich, cornering them land-wards, the only escape path was by sea, in a period towards the end of world war 2, after the Vistula attack.
somehow, that seems like appropriate action talk.
anyways, as i continued reading about how Hitler refused to face up to the reality, but on the subconcious side, he knew how he was losing the war and his people, the children started activating the “aeroplanes” mode. something that i used to do as a kid too.
each grab their favourite vehicle, and started flying them around the cafe, round and round me, the counter i was behind, and the spot near their parents, making huge box planes sound. at one stage, they decided that they are enemies, and started going in different directions, trying to catch each other. this got really loud though, and since i was sitting directly beside a pillar, the sound reverbrated right into my ears, loud, and annoying.
Things took a change though, as i read through how Hitler made Himmler the Commander-in-chief of the new Vistula army, a total inept at fighting strategies. i was a little absorbed into the story at this point to really try and care about the kids, but they invited their friend, possibly their own, a black labrador outside of the cafe, right into the cafe. then they cornered him into the back of the shop, the exit leading to the toilets, going, “dog dog dog!!”
cornered animals make hasty decisions. i don’t know if the dog was their own, a friend’s or a friendly. the fact was, the dog might get anxious at being cornered, and might end up biting them, a tragic end indeed, to my stay at the cafe. so i started watching them carefully, to ensure they do not get bitten or anything.
they got rescued by their mums and the waitress who got worried about the dog being in the cafe.
children though, have many creative means to keep themselves occupied, however the situation. so they went back to their aeroplanes zooming all over the place, while i went back to my book on how Hitler’s higher ranking staff were starting to be bitches to each other, trying to ensure their spots as the Fuhrer’s next in line.
then the kids caught sight of the laptop the shop owner had left running. i started watching them again. they got bemused by the screensaver, shouting “storm!!! storm!!”
“i see fishes”
“ooo nice storm”
see if they had click the buttons, the company’s whatever might be deleted and what not. luckily, one of the mum’s caught them in time again.
damn motherly instincts.
but as i read on about the bitchings within the Reich, the 2 boys started soft pummeling each other. i said soft pummeling coz they were slow punches, didn’t hit hard either, was one of those soft, kneading motions that kids do. when each one had decidedly made the other kiss the floor long enough, the “winning” one will shout “yes i got you!!!”
somehow, that reminded me of the SS officers.
i decided that with the noise, and action, while they goes perfectly well with the book, its a little too noisy for my comfort. noise reverbrating through my head every second is more than i can take, when i wanted a quiet spot to read. so off i went home, yellings and moanings still reverbrating through my head.
kids.
they reflect adults at their basest.
while kids are still growing up and learning, sometimes adults have no excuses other than being crudely competitive at the worst of times.
Miffed
Song I am listening to : Evan and Jaron - The Distance
Mood : slightly annoyed
before i go full on into this post, i must set this record straight, about this blog, about the pictures here, about what i write.
a long time ago, i mentioned, this is my personal space. while i admit to it being public due to the fact that internet is not such a secret place, and i don’t like passwording shit, there are some lines drawn here. i have allowed people to add me on gmail, led you through little blips of my life, personal or otherwise, expecting you to at least read what i wrote, not to simply jump to conclusions.
of course, there will always be oddballs that will do otherwise. i don’t normally care, albeit i will still be a bit pissed, but i don’t really care generally.
since my dream post a few days ago though, i have been sent emails, and a few has communicated to me, via some means, and others to my friends exactly what they think.
let me clarify something here. this is MY blog, you do not go to my friends and bitch to them as if they are at fault if they publicise my blog’s link anywhere.
if you see something good, you share it with your friends, no?
i thought as friends, we all understand each other. pardon me then, if i am wrong, but since I wrote this, I hold all rights to this, not anyone else. you don’t have the right to be angry with anyone else.
a few nights ago, i mentioned a dream i had, it was A DREAM. it wasn’t something made up to pissed anyone off, to degrade anyone or to condescend anyone.
i don’t do such things. i would pay you out as a friend infront of everyone yes, but i won’t belittle you so that you had feel like shit. hell no… but i had pay you out as you would pay me out as a friend. if you don’t like it, tell me, I OWN THIS BLOG, THEREFORE ONLY I CAN REMOVE IT.
secondly, it being a dream, funny at some stage, weird at another, scary on another plane, but still a dream, something my mind can’t control coz i am asleep. oh, pull all your stupid psychology stories all over me, but i am afraid even when i am awake, i let my imagination run away, i don’t control it because imagination is one of the most beautiful thing one can have.
if you like to be a nazi, by all means. but go bring it somewhere else.
there is nothing wrong with me writing out what my dream went. if i could, i would have recorded all my random dreams on this blog, but most times, by the time i am out of my drowsy state, i can’t remember jackshit. there were talking sheeps in one, my dad dying in another, me running from guys chasing me in a piazza like place whatever that i can’t run out of.
there are so many dreams i can remember bits and pieces of, others i can’t, and i note it here because THIS IS MY BLOG.
you, who reads this, were mostly invited here coz I PERSONALLY LINKED YOU.
while it’s not the most serious of blogs, nor intended to be so, remember to use some form of brains. if you’re going to look at this blog, for any particular reason, before accussing me of anything, READ THE FUCKING POST about it.
i hope i don’t have to say this again. i believe everyone is intelligent enough to understand blogs are mostly words. pictures alone sometimes don’t say everything. this isn’t a photoblog. you want a photoblog, there’s flickr to start with. in this blog, my words means more than my pictures, and generally, my pictures holds no meanings, no alliteration, nothing. it’s just there to support my words at the most.
and if anyone hurts my friends, even if you’re a friend too, i will kill you. maybe not literally, i will still kill you, slowly, emotionally. because if you’re stupid, and hurt someone coz of your stupidity, you quite deserve to die torturously.
again, READ MY POSTS before making judgements on the pictures.
if you want me to clear the air on that post… this was the start of that post, before i shoved in wadge’s picture:
“anyways, while i was napping, i had that weird dream again..”
in no way did i mention wadge looks like a kitten.
this has nothing to do with what rosie, wadge and yvette posted in comments, but i think everyone should mull over it, sit back, take a coffee, breathe in and think. let me do the equation for you.
Weird dream.
Wade looks like a kitten.
a doesnt = b.
ok… get it?
good. we can learn to get along after all.
tonight, we went for movies with para, andoo and linxy. rosie seemed sick, and i guess, that was a fortunate thing. the movie was the shits.
i won’t say its bad acting, there were lots of raw emotions put in, real dark movie, and at times, bad humour, but oh wells. it was all wasted.
i am going to do a spoiler this time around, because this is pretty much what they did the entire movie, in my opinion.
the aliens were everywhere after like the first 10 mins or more of the movie, everywhere they go, people were grabbed or blasted to death, although the blasting reminded me of cremation since the heat was so hot, the people turned to ashes on the spot.
now imagine that, and everyone running, in the entire movie, just running and running, and tom cruise managed to dodge every single one of those blasts, every time the mobs swipe at them, be it in a house, out in the open, he NEVER DIESS NEVER GETS HIT NEVER EVER ANYTHING… except when he deliberately wanted to get caught so he can find his daughter, and voila… he manages to kill the alien, who spouted blood like diarrhoea.
you know those explosives ones you get after getting food poisoning? yer… like that… kawoosh… out from the back, 25 miles from the air down to earth.
alot of things in the movie wasn’t explained well, like where the mobs come from, why they wanted earth dead and how they die. takes abit of listening to, if u really wana find out. others just weren’t explained at all.
and goddamn the kid screams so much i wana just throw my chair at her.
the only thing good about the movie?
the aliens looked sooo cute.. sooo cute…. sssoooooo huggable.
other than that… blah…
should have napped.
