Blurt of the Day
"The world doesn't stop turning because of you."
Thursday, July 31, 2003
Thoughts I had today:
1. Good guys have bad taste in girls.
2. So when you see a good guy with a girl, either the girl's really horrible or the guy's not as good as you think.
3. It is not true that all the good guys out there are either taken or gay. Taken maybe, gay.. umm..
4. Guys with really good voices are ugly.
5. The most fun guys that a girl can hang out with are bad.
6. Trust the advice a supposed "bad" guy friend gives about another guy. Because he's so bad, he knows another wolf in sheep's clothing when he sees one.
7. Trust your own gut feelings. Never believe others when they say: "You two make a really compatible couple."
8. You have to learn to wrench good guys away from their lousy girlfriends, because they don't know any better.
9. Gay friends can be your best guy friends.
10. Lastly, keep your straight guy friends away from your gay friends. (haha!)
***
I'm wearing a right sock on my left foot now.
Cute. >_<
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Cindy mused this out at 1:52 AM
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
***
Woke up this morning with a horribly swollen left eye, like her.
Means no stepping out of the house this coupla days till it subsides.
Am in an extremely foul mood.
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Cindy mused this out at 11:05 PM
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Finally got so disgusted about the condition on my left foot that I went to see a doc today.
For those of you who do not know what's happening to my left foot, well.. let's keep it that way.
And have I mentioned that I honestly detest seeing doctors?
Everytime I leave a clinic, I get the unshakeable idea that I'd just been cheated of my money.
For just a few minutes' worth of consultation (I reckon about 4 mins), a small tiny bottle of cream and ONE capsule of antibiotic, I had to pay $32.
Yes, you read right. Not $23 but $32.
What is the world coming to?
Even commonfolk can't visit a clinic without being sucked dry of their moolah.
The next time I reeeaaalllly have to see a doc again, remind me to go dressed in rags. Maybe they'll sympathise and charge me lesser.
And oh yes, in case you were wondering, I didn't see a doc in gawddamn Orchard Road. I visited a dreary-looking clinic in Simei that looks like it ought to go for a make-over with the money it's earning from me.
And he still wants me to return for a follow-up session next Tuesday.
Yah, you wish. Not unless I have to amputate my foot off. @_@
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I'm wearing a lone sock on my left foot now. I don't look cute.
Doc says I have to keep my foot dry. And with the cream I applied all over it, I don't want to make a mess of my room.
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Which brings this to my mind.
Friend once told me that you will suffer retribution for laughing at others about a particular ailment of theirs.
Like if you laughed at someone about his acne condition, you will discover to your surprise that *wham* you suddenly had a bout of pimply skin too.
Same goes for excess cellulite, fungal infections and what-not.
What I think is this - if you grow proud about a certain flattering trait of yours, God slaps you with His mighty hand and turns that nice trait into something horrible.
Somepeople have exclaimed to me before what pretty feet I have.
Which I thought was weird, since (a) what constitutes nice-looking feet and (b) who notices other people's feet anyway?
Well, maybe I've been told too many times such that I grew to believe I really have good-looking feet.
And that's when God gets angry - and hits you with something potent and ugly.
That's what happened to my foot.
So, moral of the story - if you think you have great-looking skin, teeth, eyes, hair, anything...
STOP THINKING THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT. I MEAN IT.
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Cindy mused this out at 12:28 AM
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
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DEAR MR PIERRE PNG:
I am writing in response to the outward display of icy staring and fist-throwing between you and a particular Mr Rayson Tan in today's Supreme Court of Justice.
Let me just say this: "Why wasn't it broadcast on national TV?!!"
Honestly, I can affirm that many other viewers besides myself will be keen to know who is the better fist-puncher between the both of you. It is an extreme pity that the authorities do not allow filming amidst the court's premises. If ever someone of immense power shall veto this law (probably Jack Neo), I gather that approximately 4 million (oh no, minus the both of you) Singaporeans shall be very pleased indeed. For now, we can only contend with whatever minimal reporting that has been done on the issue and leave the rest to our wayward imagination.
Next allow me to comment on what I surmise this tedious court case has done to your detriment.
First, the rest of the world started off with thinking that you were an extremely generous soul indeed. This can be ascertained by your virtue of having generously donated half of your precious kidney to Ms Andrea de Cruz. In hindsight, that was an immensely foolish action, for your charitable act was given to someone who evidently did not cherish her own kidneys. In my expert opinion, you should have done what I believe many other Singaporeans would do in your case - to charge her a fee for the use of your kidney on a per day basis. A rough figure of $100 a day should suffice. If she survives for 1000 days without her body showing any sign of rejection, you would have made a very tidy sum indeed.
Following the incident of the brawl in the court-house, the world began to think of you as a foolish, generous soul who was also capable of behaving like a silly pain-in-the-ass. This was evident from the way you gesticulated wildly in front of the cameras after you left the court-room, saying things that sadly nobody could understand. What the rest of the world saw instead was a stoic Mr Rayson Tan leaving the premises calmly while you continued your silly antics. It is by far, I believe, the worst possible dose of poison you can inject to yourself. Now, whatever shred of credibility you possessed earlier has been greatly diminished.
And I quote from a recent interview you gave: "I just want the whole world to forget about this case and get on with life, that's what I want."
Well, looks like the one having problems getting on with life is you, Mr Png.
As for the rest of us, we are content with merely watching the drama unfold and seeing drama artistes act out the ridiculous script of their lives. It is certainly the best TV can offer these days.
Before I close, I leave you with a possible word of consolation, Mr Png. If ever people shall forget about this whole episode and you and your missus are still facing rumours of being unable to fork out cash for those hospital bills and lawyer fees, you can always negotiate with Mediacorp Studios for copyright charges to the whole drama of your present life. I reason that they should be willing to fork out a decent sum for the opportunity of turning this whole escapade into a reel series.
In the meantime, we are looking forward to more court-room antics.
Sincerely yours,
Ms Cindy Chong.
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Cindy mused this out at 1:52 AM
Monday, July 28, 2003
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Someone whom I had not kept in contact with for almost 2 years suddenly sent me an email yesterday.
"Hi,
I was going through some old email and found your address and wonder how are you?
Hope that you are alright and are happy. It has been awhile since we have managed to email and catch up.
Wondering if you remember me?"
**
Isn't it strange how people suddenly enter in and out of your lives? Suddenly, I am in contact with this person all over again. And I distinctively remember I had been the one to cease all contact. He was a victim of my heartlessness.
Now, fate dictates that I shall be the victim of others' heartlessness. Do not do unto others what you do not want others to do unto you. Remember that. It's serious.
He had included in the email a copy of our old emails. I had completely forgotten what we had conversed about. As I read them over again, flashes of past memory returned.
** FLASHBACK **
He was working in a company that designed online computer games. I had visited their corporate website before. The characters in their games are really adorable and I sincerely feel that his is a really cool job indeed. It's one of those few jobs that allow you to retain your childlike-ness and imagination and incorporate them into your work. And since I'm always in awe of others who can do really good programming, I was honestly rather fascinated with this particular character.
Shortly after knowing me, he decided to design a new character which would appear in a Game and named it Cindee. When he asked me to help pick out the GFX (as it is called) that I preferred out of 2 designs, I had no idea it was designed after me.
Wish I still had a copy of the figure to show it to you here, but unfortunately, I deleted the file aeons ago. Roughly, the GFX that I chose was clad in a pink dress with long hair and had big, glaring eyes. That's all I can remember in my haze. Gosh, it has honestly been a really long time. But I don't know if the design was really incorporated in any Game in the end, seriously.
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FATEFUL MEETING
A girl rushes to the National Library after her classes, tired from the hectic schedules of tertiary life. Her friend sits impatiently at one of the outdoor coffee tables inside the library, awaiting her arrival. They had agreed on meeting there to do some studying.
As she enters the library, a cool gulf of air greets her frazzled face. She takes a deep breath, glad to be indoors away from the crazy world outside, where people jostle one another to get ahead. The smell of carpeted floors and books revive her like a much needed dose of caffeine; she feels totally at ease inside the premises of the old building.
As she approaches the table where her friend sits hunched over her thick law books, she smiles inwardly upon seeing her. This girl had been one of her closest buds since her high school days. No matter how adamantly sarcastic she had been towards her, their friendship never suffered from its abrasions. Yet, the sarcasm and in-your-face jibes were never meant to hurt, only to instill a sense of attachment. It just seems warped how we humans treat our peers at times.
"You're so late!" she greets, crimpling her face into a frown.
"Sorry, I went to get something along the way." I settled myself into one of the chairs.
"Want to get a drink?" she offers.
"Yah, I'll go in and see what they have."
I soon returned with a drink in hand. Damn, those prices for coffee drinks are really exorbitant. Whatever happened to good ol' coffeeshop prices? I must be dreaming. This ain't the '60s anymore.
"Hey, what did you buy just now? Let me see." She reaches for the paperbag I had brought in.
"Nice top! You always know how to get good-looking tops." she gushes.
As we chatted and basked in our signature loud banter, two guys entered the outdoor cafe area and seated themselves at the table next to us.
I noticed that one of the guys was a tall, slim Indian and the other was a reasonably shorter Chinese guy. He had brought in a laptop.
I soon went back to my cheerful chatter. What got my attention occasionally was the fact that the 2 guys were as loud as us in their banter, which was a rarity.
I must have glanced over once too much, for when I turned over, I caught sight of the Chinese guy staring at me. Embarrassed, I quickly riveted my attention to my friend instead.
Soon, I grew tired of doing my work and told her I was going into the library to browse for a novel. I went in, searching for the fiction books and looked instantly under section 'G' - for Jostein Gaarder. Eventually, I found Vita Brevis, one of his novels and returned to the table triumphantly with my new-found treasure.
She looks up from the pile she's reading. "Good! You're back. Look after the stuff, alright? I'm going in to look for some law books."
"Alright. Don't take forever though." I replied.
I settled myself comfortably in my chair. I noticed that the 2 noisy individuals had evacuated their seats at the table next to us. Glad for some serenity, I opened the old, crumpled, wrinkly, yellow and dog-eared book I was holding and proceeded to enter another dimension alone.
I hadn't anticipated on being disturbed by a stranger. What does he want? Is he a salesman? Gosh, I hope not. Not another one. No, perchance someone trying to spread the gospel? Well, I'm in the same family too. Argh, whoever he is, thanks for pulling me away from my Vita Brevis.
"Yes?" I frowned unknowingly.
"Hi. I'm Kevin." He extended his hand towards me.
Thinking he must be a salesman now, I shook his hand.
"Erm. And you are?" he asked.
I totally forgot my manners. What disgrace!
"Hi. I'm Cindy."
Pause. He shifted nervously.
"Erm. I was wondering if I could get your number."
My eyeballs nearly popped out.
So that's what he's after!
But I must have still been bruising from the fact that I was disturbed from my haven.
Without thinking, I retorted, "What for?"
That shocked him. It clearly hadn't been the reply he was expecting. I could see his whole body recoil from my words.
"Erm. Nevermind then."
With that, he left. Like the wind.
But not before slipping something small on the space in front of me.
Before I could even react, he was gone.
I looked down. It was a small bus ticket and on it was scribbled something legible. His name and his number, apparently.
I looked around. Where was that girl when I needed her? He had evidently chose to approach me when I was alone.
Suddenly, realisation hit me. He must had been the guy seated at the table next to me. I had not recognized him one bit.
I let out a breath.
Who would think of getting approached in a LIBRARY? Of all places.
***
Cindy mused this out at 1:04 AM
Sunday, July 27, 2003
UTOPIAN DREAMLAND
If there's one thing that God is, He's full of creativity.
Just look at the world around you. Who created songs of praise, artworks of beauty, ingenious masterpieces of man and the universe, and the very complexity of life?
The intricacies of each and every life in this world, are carefully mapped out by His incomprehensible knowledge.
He certainly did not intend to create equity in this world.
In an idyllic setting - a utopian world, inequity should not exist. Man would be created alike and equal and borne in the exact same circumstances - we are blessed with the same features from birth, there is none more beautiful than the other; we are not differentiated by differences in class or social backgrounds. We have no need to bother about richness and poverty, because everyone would have access to the same abundance that life has to offer. We will also free our finite selves from the clutches of disease and sickness.
Honestly, such a world would be utterly boring.
There will be no soap operas to watch as people will cease to lament over things that have gone wrong, of the absurd lack of justice in this world, or its frightening detachedness.
The full intensity of human emotions will not be revealed as there will be no need for negative emotions such as envy, jealousy, hurt or disappointment.
Interestingly, we will also not be able to fully savour the feelings of happiness, joy and ecstasy.
More importantly, we will have no need for God.
That is simply why a utopian state can only exist in the imaginative minds of individuals all over since the establishment of human reason.
Now, is it wrong to say that we are victims of our very own destinies?
We are merely playing out the script written for our very own lives.
***
LIFE A:
Born in Calcutta. Lives in the slums. Grows up on left-overs and remains from the street. Catches illnesses at a tender age. Never attends school. Has never heard of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Sees his mother die at age 4. Father is tragically ill and unemployed. He himself may not see life past age 7.
**
LIFE B:
Born in Singapore. Lives in well-ventilated 5-room HDB flat. Grows up on home-cooked, nourished meals. Has good health-care facilities near his home. Attends school at age 4. Heard the gospel of Jesus Christ since birth. Sees people die in television programs. Father is the Vice-President in his company. He himself may see life past age 70.
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Cindy mused this out at 2:43 AM
Saturday, July 26, 2003
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I'm facing a dilemma.
people have been gushing about just how much better they have gotten to know me through this blog of mine. my rants, my ramblings and my idiosyncrasies all surface to exploit the real me.
but no, I do not want people to know me better. do you get that? I want to remain untapped and unreachable and have you find me mysterious and intriguing.
seriously, it's quite an unnerving thought to know that others are slowly but steathily removing the layers and layers of your guise, to reveal the core of your heart. I'm not sure I can deal with the fact that I'm losing the aura of mystery around me and have you view the vulnerablities of my soul.
gosh, my life is turning into reality tv for all to watch, providing entertainment at its purest. what a sick thought.
I guess even Survivor can't possibly beat this eh? *wink*
***
she said this to me when I asked if she had visited my blog:
"I don't understand why people would want to have others reading their blogs. It's such a personal thing, since it's like an online diary. I thought one wouldn't let others read their blogs much."
hmm. food for thought?
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7 things that scare you:
- lizards
- helplessness
- being amputated or mutilated in anyway
- contracting an illness tt doesn't warrant death but causes me to suffer on medication and discomfort my whole life
- the insanity of this world
- the possible imperfection of God and/or his creations
- that I may lose my inner child
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7 things you like:
- children (sorry, they aren't a "thing".. but oh well..)
- love and affection
- laughter
- wisdom and intellect
- honesty and truthfulness
- chivalry
- any possible trace of beauty in you, this world, or me.
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7 things you hate:
- hypocrisy
- racism
- hot weather
- wife-beaters, children-abusers, or anything in that league
- smoking
- patriarchy
- compulsive gambling
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7 things in your room:
- a framed photo of me in my kindergarten graduation gown (complete with MRT background)
- carefully wrapped teddy bears from everyone
- my novels meant for handing-down
- my computer desk - one of the few things my dad went out to buy for me
- my writings, in a notebook and in pieces of paper strewn everywhere
- a 1000-piece framed jigsaw puzzle of the comic series, Slamdunk (my most prized possession given by a friend aeons ago)
- my photo albums, both past and present
- all sorts of gift cards given to me tt I still keep locked away safely
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7 random facts about you:
- when I'm nervous, bored, upset or just about any other time, I do this weird thing with my thumb and index finger.
- I have a disfigured, twisted fourth finger on my right hand due to a rough game of ball in jc.
- I don't like to answer my home phone, and when I really have to, I tend to sound mad.
- I always think that I'll be a great mum.
- I get really mad when I see mothers yell and hit their children in public, so much so that I just might slap someone one day.
- I cry at just abt anything: watching melodramatic Ch8 drama serials, watching movies, when reading, even on the phone.
- If I have $5 left in my wallet, and my friend's birthday is tmw, I would use all the money just to buy a card, if nothing else.
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7 things you plan to do before you die:
- get married
- have kids and name them Pinky & the Brain (I'm just kidding abt the name part)
- learn a third language well
- set up my dream home
- hopefully am convinced enough to get baptised
- learn driving and drive a car
- experience different cultures in other countries
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7 things you can do:
- write
- sing
- act
- come up with radical/creative ideas
- humour a child
- be honest
- say something sarcastic and have people laugh
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7 things you can't do:
- bike
- drive a car
- dive
- play the piano
- speak Finnish, Portugese, Italian, anything exotic
- amass all the knowledge in this world
- see God with my own eyes
another silly quiz. in case you didn't know, I put up quizzes either when I'm bored with myself, bored with my blog having just words and no pictures, or when I just don't know what to say! in this case, it's all of the above! muahahah..
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You are one of the more creative of the dictators. When not writing poetry, you're devising your own version of communism. As over two million Chinese starved to death because of your little experiment, you should have stuck to writing sappy songs!
I'd rather be Karl Marx. Mao just seems boring and... well, boring! heheh. pardon me if I'm wrong, but Marx is a politician, economist and philosopher all rolled into one right? now tt makes him instantly interesting! ^_^
Cindy mused this out at 1:57 AM
Thursday, July 24, 2003
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they kept playin Jewel's songs on tv whenever they're showin the trailer of First Touch. i hate it. it makes me feel all fuzzy inside.. Standing Still's my fave.
**
I'm stumped. I don't know what to write abt. I feel boring. does anyone find me boring? yah, just shoot it.
**
tomorrow I'm having a bbq at East Coast with my zany batch of jc friends. and I'm cooking. yeaaahhh.....
you heard me right! Cindy's cookin, baby... nopes, not maggi noodles if that's what you're thinking. I'm making pasta in tomato sauce and egg salad (yawn, boooring...)
nopes, not both together, of course! that would be sooo disgusting. honestly, I'll love to be able to whip up a storm. they say the way to a guy's heart is through his stomach eh..? yah, they got it just abt half-right. Cindy says the way to a guy's heart is through his pants. oops, did I just say that on a PG-rated blog? that is sooo politically-incorrect. I don't wanna scare off the children now. heehee.
**
P.S. I'm feeling virtuous ( <---- look left ya dope) because I'm doing the cooking for a bunch of nimwits who don't deserve to taste my fantabulous cooking.. ho ho ho....
>_<
**
Cindy mused this out at 11:04 PM
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
BIZARRE
two separate events which occurred over two consecutive days had me mystified over its significance, if any.
Event I:
in the same conversation tt we had, she turned to me suddenly and asked: "Do you like A?"
me (taken by surprise): "Huh? Why do you ask?"
she: "I just think that the both of you get along really well."
me (wondering inwardly): "You'd asked me this question before."
*I'm like thinking: you two get along better..*
me (trying to answer the qn): "I agree we get along rather well. But I don't think that he'd like me, honestly. I'm not the type of gal he goes for. He likes gals with a certain look."
she: "It's hard to say.."
me: "I told him that you two get along really fine, and now you're telling me we get along really fine."
the tears were flooding my view. I couldn't see the letters on the keyboard.
past ghosts continue to haunt me.
**
and dearie - thank you so much for everything. even when we're both losing our patience and you wanted to give up on me, the small voice inside you told you to hang on and bear with all my nonsense.
forgive me for not having done my best as a friend. I only cared abt my own misery and wholly neglected yours. don't ever put up with such a sulky, wailing, stubborn bitch as I am again.
gosh, I can't wait for school to start.
**
Cindy mused this out at 4:12 AM
Monday, July 21, 2003
CANDID
nothing beats a good heart-to-heart talk with 1 or 2 friends.
met him and her today at tampines long john silver's. we sat there from like 3pm to 6pm? the intimacy of our conversation was so varied it astounds me what 2 girls and a guy can come up with. and I'm still feeling bloated fm the food. *burp*
*he* told me this: "it is not wise to fall in love with your best friends." ^_^
me: "huh?!!"
me again: "who says I fall in love with my best friends?!"
he: "you told me before tt you can only like someone if tt person were your best friend."
me: "erm, as in I can only get into a relationship with a person if he and I were really close, good friends."
he: "yup, that's what I meant."
he (saying wisely): "that's really dangerous because, if you were to end your relationship with him, you would lose a best friend."
me: "but that didn't happen to me before."
she (coming in): "you must know tt your previous case was a rarity."
me: ??!!
i was dumbfounded. to say the least.
**
now I have an answer.
the point to begin a relationship is not to end it in the first place. and what safer bet than to begin it with someone whom you know really well and vice versa?
too often we are afraid of "what ifs" and engage in continuous mind games, playing coy and masking our true feelings when all we should really do is to be truthful and honest.
we fear the possibility of rejection much more than the possibility of losing the one we love. isn't that so twisted?
but how easy I say it. I, myself, have been guilty of acting non-chalant and aloof (even nasty) too many times, when what I really want is to embrace the person with my unabashed affections.
perhaps the people who get it right are those who play mind games so skilfully. they are the ones who have mastered the art of tantalizing one's senses and continually leading their prey by the nose. that in the end, time after time, they never fail to grasp their victims in the palms of their hands, turning them here and there whithersoever they wish.
sometimes, I honestly hoped I could bring myself to be like them.
but I can't.
so I guess I'm still going to abide by my innate nature of establishing a bonded friendship with a person before indulging in love. being the coward that I am. >_<
after all,
isn't the core of a love relationship a friendship?
**
Cindy mused this out at 7:42 PM
Sunday, July 20, 2003
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this is a continuation of the previous post.
how abt my thoughts on weddings next? it seems appropriate to write abt it since I've just been to one.
this is how I envision my perfect wedding:
1) ceremony held at the church in Chijmes - it's utterly beautiful: the architecture, the dim lights, candles, high archaic ceilings.
-or-
2) outdoors in a grassland - with pitched white Greco-Roman tents made of soft fabric, white high-backed chairs and round tables, fresh flowers aplenty, live music (violin, guitar), champagne, a walk-in aisle for the bride flanked by rows and rows of guests and more more fresh flowers everywhere.
preferably held near evening-time so tt by the time the ceremony is over, it's dusk and guests can mill abt, have dinner served, candles lit, and free slow dancing for all in the moonlight with live music and wine aplenty.
gosh, how perfect is tt?
**
i honestly prefer (2). although the church is simply breath-taking in Chijmes, my guests will probably have more fun in the second one. it's not wise to favour extravagance and posh-ness over good ol' simple elegance and fun. problem is, where can one find a decent spacious patch of grassland in urban Singapore? whatever greenery tt's left is most likely meant for preservation, which means one can't use it. when I told Mouschi abt this, she suggested Padang. haha, very funny, gal. so there you see, it's kinda problematic.
well, if I do get married, I honestly will like to see if any of this comes true. won't you too?
**
Cindy mused this out at 8:13 PM
**
I'm bushed.
I don't know why I'm still typing this. I shd be tucked in bed sound asleep by now. But well, my hair's still damp so why not use this time?
today has been a real roller-coaster ride. I spent the good early half of the day at a church-mate's wedding helping out with the reception. Besides busying myself with guests tt seem to flood in the gates at the SAME time, I caught snippets of the ceremony. I have to say I was invariably touched by the proceedings. I didn't see much to note any particular memorable moment, but I was touched by the bride's bravery in belting out a solo number in front of the congregation. I have a poor memory of hymns and church songs, so I don't really know which song exactly she was singing, but it had to do with LOVE. very appropriate definitely. one particular part in the lyric which I can't forget is this:
"For the greatest of these is love."
and tt was also how she ended the song.
by the way, I took the bridal bouquet home. I plan to try air-drying it to see how it will turn out. I have a weird fascination with seeing how flowers dry up. it's a terrible waste to throw away a perfectly beautiful bouquet like tt.
**
later tt day, I actually had loads of fun playing Counter-Strike with 2 guys.
If it's the way I play that's got to do with it, it must be the reckless assasination of just abt ANYONE tt I see. I killed my grp-mate so many times he had to shout, "It's me! It's me!" to alert me against any wrong move on my part. but I still gotta give myself a pat on the back. I think I played a rather good game (albeit the wrong killings).
**
the same day I witnessed a wedding and the symbolisation of a new life together henceforth, I was notified of a death and the ending of one tt very night.
my friend sent me a text to inform me of her grandfather's death.
**
by then, I was so tired out by the roller-coaster ride of emotions tt I had experienced in a day tt I didn't know what to say. I'm only 21, this is too much to give me in a day.
maybe it was because I had been keeping in touch with the situation of her grandfather, and knew how he had deteriorated badly over the past few months. when she told me, the death felt personal to me, strangely. even though I never knew him.
**
isn't it strange how I felt the mockery of life after today? it had not compelled me to cherish each moment further, but instead, reinforced in me, the notion of how life makes a mockery of each one of us.
the same time one experiences happiness, another is suffering.
the same time a birth occurs, there is death.
and the scary thing is, we are only engrossed in our own world.
**
Cindy mused this out at 1:12 AM
Friday, July 18, 2003
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I have been receiving very encouraging and positive comments from peers abt this blog. most of them were from, I have to admit, people tt I least expect to dish them out. not that they are meanies, no, but I had thought tt these pple wld be least likely to show a vested interest in my writings. and to actually compliment me on a job well-done is another entirely different thing altogether. so to those of you, I really appreciate those nice words. it's a tremendous ego-booster. heheh. and keep tuning in.
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if you haven't noticed, since abt 2 posts ago, I have adopted a different approach to my writings altogether. previously, I used to write in Cindy's language, which means inventing my own words and replacing them with the correct ones in my usage. it's language tt I will use when I'm in the chat-rooms and in sms-es, basically. but, no more of tt anymore, for it suddenly struck me tt I have to be responsible for whoever is reading my blog. I can't confuse or worse, influence, their minds into believing tt it's acceptable to go ard writing in weird language such as: "hafta", "haven", "whoeva", "rite", "dunno" and many others.
this phenomenon is totally unseen of except in our country. when I visit blogger's website and browse through the numerous different blogs from all over the world, I have no difficulty at all in identifying which blog belongs to a Singaporean. very simply because, we have our own mark in our writings. I dare tell you, those sec sch kids are worse than us - even I, a veteran of weird local language, can experience difficulty in understanding their scribblings. this is a more predominant phenomenon than our other local landmarks, such as kaisuism and Singlish. no, it's not the "lehs" and "lohs" tt predominate now, it's the "lol" and "hugz" and "luff ya!".
what's worse is, I cringe when I read in public forums comments from foreigners to our local counterparts to "please go for English lessons!". truthfully, our overseas friends cannot grasp our alien syntax and word formations. although most of us have no difficulty in switching almost simultaneously between the 2 forms of writing, it is my fear tt others who do not know better may misconstrue it as a poor command of the English language. it is a disgrace to our country, to say the least.
so now, I, a predecessor of our own inventions, hereby proclaim tt there shall be no more improper language seen in this blog! not over my dead body tt is!!
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SPEAK GOOD ENGLISH MOVEMENT
no longer Speak Good English Campaign, mind you. the higher powers tt be have dictated tt "campaign" is a bigger word than "movement" and so the general public may not identify with it. what's a BIG word exactly, may I ask? is ru-mi-na-ting a big word? how abt quo-ti-dian? if "campaign" is a big word then I don't know what else is.
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From the SGEM commercial - I really like this, it cracks me up:
Pierre Png to Andrea De Cruz:
"Dear, bearing in mind all the mine-fields we've negotiated since we embarked on our liaision, and seeing as to how congenial we've become on a quotidian basis, I was ruminating on perhaps celebrating our nuptial sometime this year?"
I'll flip if a guy proposes to me in this way. wahahhaha....
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Cindy mused this out at 2:36 AM
Thursday, July 17, 2003
**Welcome to my Dreamland**
surprise, surprise!
I finally found my desired design for this blog. after days of searching, hours of lack of sleep, and aeons of toiling away behind my computer, I finally present ya with my dreamland!
like the pic of the couple..? like the quote on top..? like the colours..? then tell me you love it!! show me some indication tt all this is not in vain!
remember: just so that I could provide you with an awesome design - I suffered from lack of sleep, dehydration, can't see the light of day, ate improper meals, had pimple breakouts, couldn't go shoppin, couldn't meet my friends, looked like a freak, couldn't meet new guys, haven't gone through my modules for next sem, couldn't go through my script for sunday, couldn't catch my tv shows, couldn't read and basically had no life.
so there. feel darn guilty now, duncha..?
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Cindy mused this out at 4:52 AM
Magical Night
It rained tonight. It hadn't be rainin for a while now. The rain was so peaceful and quiet I didn't even hear it. I adore rainy nights. The elves, dwarfs and fairies come out on nights tt rain. I can't see them but I'm sure they do. They love to dance and jingle in the cool rain just like children do. In a world tt is ours alone, I will be watching them dance and laugh in the rain; they will hold hands and dance ard in circles. Nothing makes the nights more magical than a night tt rains.
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Some thoughts I had today: [dun say I think too much now. heheh.]
life is a play of which we are nothing but actors tt strut our stuff and fret on the stage (Shakespeare).
it is a mass of contradictions.
there are some people who never tire of askin you out, even though you have refused a thousand times; not on purpose, but just bcuz you genuinely do not wish to.
then, there are some others who you wish will ask you out, but they never get ard to doing so - no, not even once, and you wonder why.
we torture and hurt those people who matter most to us, while pining for others tt do not worth a dime.
but man learns the hard way. the grass will always be greener on the other side. we never learn to content.
when we sincerely believe tt we have been blessed with the rarest of treasures, the wave of disppointment tt follows when we discover it not to be so is tremendous.
man likes to believe tt he has found the love of his life. he likes to sincerely feel tt he is happier and more blessed than most.
but can we? after all, we are but like dust in a galaxy, players on a stage, pieces of a chess... ...
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Cindy mused this out at 12:12 AM
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Late-night Revelations
tried to go to sleep but ended up turnin on my comp at 4plus am to type this. insomnia is killin me. late hours are killin me. read somewhere tt depression is one of the 21st century's biggest illnesses, next to cancer and AIDS. sounds surprising? i think they forgot to include insomnia as the fourth. well, I'm already a typical sufferer of the 21st century's illnesses. wonder when I'll get cancer and AIDS now?
if you haven noticed, I haf refrained fm posting any really intimate or personal thoughts on this blog. simply bcuz really personal revelations are depressin. and the last thing i wld wana do is to poison ya wif a severe case of the D-flu and thus possibly banish ya fm visiting my blog foreva. but late hours do my sanity no good. and this is how ya get closer to discoverin me.
went to church last sun after some absence and discovered wif some interest dat 3 gals I know were wearin black frocks. ya noe, the one-piece dress thingy wif buttons. well, pardon the musing but I thought it oddly amusing. bcuz it is only in my church tt i see gals dressed like this. and the strange thing is, i see a pattern. somewhere somehow, a certain gal/lady fm i-dunno-where starts dressin like this, and it gets carried forth down the generations, and before ya know it, lo-and-behold, it becomes the norm to dress like this. its like an unknown plague tt starts mysteriously, and then turns into an epidemic (sorry, i dunno how else to describe it). anyhow, enough of my ramblings, let's get on.
i conjure images of puritans in obscure villages whenever i see such frocks. bcuz if these frocks were to exist way back in the age of the puritans, that wld be exactly how they'd dress. it only seems proper to put on a more sombre image when ya're in church, and to refrain fm dressin gaudily or scantily. i wonder who dictated such norms. or how such norms eventually ended up as norms tt pple readily accepted (maybe it's the puritans). the thing is, i reviewed not without a certain sense of sadness, tt i stand outside of such norms. it's not only abt frocks. broaden tt to the whole idea of wat normality entails in a church environment and ya've got a whole forest against one solitary tree.
yesh, i'm ur typical rebel, so ya wld call it. but ya hafta know tt it is in no accord of my own tt i'm like this. i have not forcefully entailed myself to be such. but many things are unsaid but understood. it is inevitable tt pple will pass silent judgments upon oneself. and this is how i feel more and more estranged to a place where i, not so long ago, felt completely at home in. my exact feelings at this moment are tt of an on-looker standing at the side-lines watchin the arena. i am no longer part of the arena. i can walk away if i tire of watching, but i can never re-join the game to participate.
i leave not without a certain amount of sadness, at the expense of some shrewdness of insight.
Cindy mused this out at 5:18 AM
Monday, July 14, 2003
Test Your IQ:
Mozart scored a 165, Isaac Newton a 190...
How Smart are You?
Congratulations! Your general IQ score is 152.
A person whose IQ score falls in the range of 144-160 is considered to be "gifted".
fwah, im amazed at my own score. tell me wat ya got by leavin a comment. P.S. the way to do betta is to do it faster cuz they haf a timer to see how long ya take to answer. average time is 12mins for 36 questions. which means abt 20secs each qn. juz anyhow hantam larz.
Cindy mused this out at 2:38 AM
Sunday, July 13, 2003
Lobster-face
went to a frens 21st bdae party and it was a riot towards the end. she went ard toastin the remainin guests a glass of absolut vodka mixed wif a lil Ribena (ya noe, kinda like in a chinese weddin, when ya haf yum seng. heheh). i tell ya, its been like aeons since i touched any alcohol. i onli had a glass of it and i felt the warmth burnin in my tummy and slowly rising to my face. i cldnt see myself but i knew dat i looked like a cooked lobster (red in the face). afterwards, i felt myself laughin easily & knew the alcohol had sunk in. wats worse was, i felt like sleepin. im not sure if alcohol is sposed to haf dat kinda effect on ya. as im typin tis now, ive alreadi taken a warm bath and its been a gd 3 hrs but i still feel warm in the head. i wasnt drunk yet, but im afraid to noe wat may happen if i down a few more glasses. honestly, wats the alcohol content of absolut vodka, does anyone know?
More quizzes: Guys just love...how intellectual you are!
oh gosh, another confirmation dat im a boring geek. dat is so unattractive, honestly. i noe guys dun dig so-called intellectual gals. all they wan are sweetie-pies. thanx for puttin it nicely tho. haha!
erm, i dunno abt the beautiful bit (dun puke now!). but yah i alwiz hear frm pple dat others(pple whom i dun even noe exist) say im a snob. i can walk ard sch mindin my own business and haf pple say im dao, or look like im in a foul mood. i am honestly veri misunderstood. it is juz my face, ya can hate it for all i care (bleh!).
Cindy mused this out at 2:06 AM
Saturday, July 12, 2003
Chemistry lessons
does anybody ever ponder abt the idea of a soulmate? i haf frens who contemplate dat question but most others dat i noe dun even breathe on the issue. seriously, the idea of a soulmate fascinates and intrigues me. on nights dat i fail to sleep, sometimes, the idea will spring into my mind. however cynical and sceptical i may appear to be, i strangely embrace the concept of a soulmate, and firmly believe in one.
wats a soulmate exactly? ya may ask. its not as simple as juz bein a person whom ya like. its dat someone whom ya are strangely compelled to when ya first meet, and afterwards develop a feelin like ya've known tis person for a long time. there are boundless issues to tok abt when ya're wif him/her, and more often than not, ya guys agree eye-to-eye. its like deja vu, if ya wld ask me. or, put most aptly by a character on an episode of Chemistry dat i saw, its like shes in you and you're in her. a soul-switch. or the same soul in two genetically-opposite bodies.
the feelin dat i had wuz tis, if there ever was a male you (if ya're a female), then its gotta be him. or if ya're a male, if there ever was a female you, its gotta be her. simple as dat.
but the feelin has gotta be mutual. if its one-sided, i dun tink its the real soul-mate. its juz sumone whom ya like. alot. but if dats The One, both of ya will recognise it. its like a lil spark on ur first few meetings, then afterwards, ya both become aware of the connection.
the thing i believe is, not everyone has a soulmate. but there are some pple out dere who are destined wif The One. problem is, i cant quite convince myself dat we can recognise dat person if we're blessed wif one. its juz like, my soulmate's A but i tink its B. out of my myopia, i fail to see him. and there goes my destiny. so, yes, i dun tink ya will necessarily end up wif dat special sumone. very simply bcuz, humans are created wif the ability to choose and decide, and we dun alwiz make the right choices, do we? same goes if its the issue of our best half, then. so, i wish all the lot of ya, all the best. may ya find dat soulmate of urs if ya haf one. and choose wisely. if not, deres alwiz the SDU. :p
Cindy mused this out at 1:08 AM
Friday, July 11, 2003
What my birthday gave me:
Pleasant shape
tasteful clothes
modest demands
tends to not forgive mistakes
cheerful
likes to lead but not to obey
honest and faithful partner
tends to a know-all-attitude and making
decisions for others
noble-minded
generous
good sense of humor
practical.
took a funky quiz dat onli requires ya to enter ur date of birth & nothing else. mine generated the above results. click here to take the quiz.
P.S. by the way, im gettin real sick of tis design for my blog. im changin it by the end of nxt wk. reckon it will keep me busy for a wk or so, cuz of all the changes to make. so if ya visit, and the site looks farni, bear wif it cuz it means im still smoothenin the edges. do i get bored soo easily..? i believe tis design has onli been ard for a month or less. tsk tsk.
Cindy mused this out at 2:09 AM
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Eyeballs, anyone?
in tonites episode of [buffy the vampire slayer], buffy is actuali workin in a burger joint. can ya imagine dat..? wat a degeneration. the vampire-slayer who kicks ass cant pay her bills no longer ever since she woke up fm the dead. but not for long. she wun be workin in the joint by the end of the episode, i reckon. its like me workin in... ... an assembly line. it juz doesnt match.
anyhow, the meat-grinder at the joint turns up wif (guess wat) a FINGER. yah, not a pig's finger (if a pig has a finger) but sumbodys finger. dats juz totally grosteque. but rite up buffys alley, cuz dats whr she cums in. its like sum horror movie meets Sherlock Holmes - totally frightenin but mysterious at the same time. aniwae im goin back to watch WHOSE finger it came out from, or if theres gonna be other body parts springing up from amidst the burgers - maybe a toe, or, i dunno, an eyeball. eyeballs are difficult to grind, i reckon. yah, its definitely gonna be an eyeball next. golly, i cant wait. *rubs hands in glee*
More quizzes:
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell! Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
haha, tis is soo wrong. im born before 1984, babeeee.
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.
fwah manz, tis is a lil too accurate for my likin. i look like a real sour glum in the pic. aniwae im cool wif a dysfunctional family, heheh.
Cindy mused this out at 12:44 AM
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
"A hoodlum doesnt rest, he takes a break."
ya hafta pardon my amnesiac mind. i wuz tryin to quote a line from the movie, City of God, dat i juz watched tdy. theres tis part in the movie's dialogue dat i reali liked, and i cant rmbr half of it. the title above is one of the lines.
why am i writin tis, ya say. bcuz its a reali good movie, and im tryin to coerce ya to go watch it. its onli screening in cathay cinema, so try the one in cineleisure. basically, the shows abt black kids growin up in the slums of Rio, how they grow up on violence and poverty and its thus very ironically called, "City of God". wat i liked abt the movie is dat the kids actin in the show are not cast actors but kids who reali grow up off the streets of the slum and were juz roped in to make the film. hence, its reali authentic, and the shows oso based on a true story.
one thing is, the shows rated R(A), so dun say i din warn ya. expect lotsa violence, cuz they go ard wif guns in the slum and rob and mug and shoot wheneva they feel like it. and theres a lil nudity but nothin harmful. but hey if ya can rub ur hands in glee while watchin Charlie's Angels then i dun see why tis wld stop ya. furthermore, the violence is surprisingly un-repulsive. tis is comin from sum1 whos veri aversive towards violence of any form.
the thing is, the movie's reali captured in a rather artistic way, such dat violence loses sum of its violence (if im makin sense here). wats more impt is tis, its a reali reflective and realistic portrayal of life in the slums, and if ya're one creature to crave for truth and authencity in all things (includin movies) , tis shows for ya. hey, we can watch an occasional Charlie's Angels or The Incredible Hulk, but each time i do so, i cum out tinkin i'd paid money to watch a reeeali long MTV dat doesnt teach me anythin but juz gifs me a few hours of entertainment. The City of God is one show dat will teach ya sumthin, and will be a show dat ya will rmbr for years to cum.
Cindy mused this out at 12:40 AM
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
in an attempt to rejuvenate our stale minds, i haf posted a logic puzzle here for everyone to try. wat i wan ya guys to do is tis: read the puzzle, try n cum up wif a solution urself, then post ur solution in the comments section. when a sizable proportion of pple haf attempted, i will post the correct ans to the problem. heres the puzzle:
100 prisoners are put into solitary cells. There's a central living room with one light bulb; the bulb is initially off. No prisoner can see the light bulb from his or her own cell. Every day, the warden picks a prisoner at random, and that prisoner goes to the central living room. While there, the prisoner can toggle the bulb if he or she wishes. Also, the prisoner has the option of asserting the claim that all 100 prisoners have been to the living room. If this assertion is false (that is, some prisoners still haven't been to the living room), all 100 prisoners will be shot for their stupidity. However, if it is indeed true, all prisoners are set free and inducted into MENSA, since the world can always use more smart people. Thus, the assertion should only be made if the prisoner is 100% certain of its validity.
The prisoners are allowed to get together one night, to discuss a plan. What plan should they agree on, so that eventually, someone will make a correct assertion?
Cindy mused this out at 1:14 AM
More quizzes - i obviously haven gotten tired of doin them.. hope ya haven too..
I am a Halo.
I believe I am perfect. Others may not think so, but those others are wrong. What Sort of Hat Are You?
You're the loving smile,the one that is entirely devoted to others,especially that one person.You really can't get them out of your head,but then,you don't really want to.
Part II of <100 things ya never knew abt me> continues:
51. i honestly wonder if anybody cares to read all 100 of this.
52. the top of my wish-list at the moment is a laptop. simply bcuz im a geek. (Fujitsu, Hewlett-Packard, Dell: are ya listenin?) 53. i cld oso do wif a digital camera - juz so i can post pics online at my blog.
54. but wat i reali like is a plain, simple Polariod. (am i bein too greedy?) 55. i haf alreadi decided on the next look of this blogsite (im juz waitin to get sick of it & then ill change it). 56. since we were onto computers, i shall juz say dat at the moment, my pc onli has 16 colours & no sound (no thanx to andrew). 57. as such, all colours dat i use on my blog are onli ones dat i can actuali SEE. (now ya noe why i wan a laptop) 58. i cant tell ya how grateful i am for havin access to the internet.
59. besides dat, all other lil things in life such as: a mobile, tv, a workin pc.
60. july 6, 2003, marks the first day i gave tuition to a kid who resembles uncle teck meng's son.
61. im now givin maths tuition to 3 diff boys on an on-off basis.
62. this marks the greatest irony, since math was my lousiest subject in sch.
63. im contemplatin droppin a certain student off my list (im not sayin who). 64. i forgot to mention dat i oso nid a printer.
65. i hate it when pple dun visit my blog like i ask them to.
66. i hate it more when they're bein difficult and refuse to sign in the guestbook.
67. sum pple juz enjoy bein a pain in the a** (and dat includes me). 68. did i oso say i cld do wif a discman?
69. in case ya haven noticed, i seem to haf endless wants.
70. my geography knowledge oso leaves much to be desired.
71. i cant do the "___ is the capital of ___" questions.
72. i oso cant place a finger accurately on countries on a map.
73. but unlike wat guys like to claim, im a gal who can orientate herself pretty well (in a new place; retracing my steps).
74. contrary to popular belief, i am not anorexic.
75. i am not bulimic either.
76. in fact, i haf a heartier appetite than most gals i noe.
77. contrary to popular belief again, i play a good game of ball (or any physical sport).
78. slim gals get soo misunderstood at times.
79. and to all the gals i noe who appear envious of my size: get real! i haf probs findin clothes too! 80. i cant cycle.
81. i can barely swim but haf a fear of deep waters.
82. i haf visions of myself drownin in the sea.
83. this is weird since i was a natural water baby when i was younger.
84. it is more weird dat i can bike when i was young.
85. as ya can see, i was more reckless & active when i was a kid.
86. now im a paranoid, cautious, jaded soul.
87. i resolve to learn roller-bladin'.
88. i wld like to try theatre-work one day.
89. there is an aspiring actress inside of me waitin to be unleashed.
90. there are certain things dat i feel one shd do once in his/her lifetime: overseas mission work, goin for a hot-air balloon ride, anything thrillin or dangerous like sky-divin or bungee-jumpin.
91. (we're almost there) the last book dat i bought is How to Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
92. my fave store in Takashimaya is Kinokuniya.
93. all my life, my crush's close guy frens end up fallin for me instead.
94. cupid muz haf been tipsy when he cast those arrows.
95. my teacher in high sch has onli one arm (can ya tell im runnin out of things to say? hahahha!)(P.S. this aint true!! im juz kiddin!! *rolls eyes*)
96. i haf never tried smokin (and i dun intend to). 97. i haf never gotten drunk.
98. i haf never entered zouk or any other major club (gosh, im such a geek!). 99. i cant stand gals who act like goody-2-shoes.
100. (yeay! we did it!) lastly, dun tink ya can understand me any betta after readin all 100 of these! get a life! :p
Cindy mused this out at 1:50 AM
Sunday, July 06, 2003
tdys post will be a SPECIAL. the ingenue will reveal 100 things abt herself. this will be broken into 2 parts, wif tdys post coverin the first 50 things. here begins <100 things ya never knew abt Ms Chong> Part I:
1. i wldnt be writin tis now if my mum's second child had survived.
2. as it is, he didn't and i came into the world as the reluctant gal named cindy chong.
3. like buffy, i'd like to imagine dat im happier in the afterworld.
4. i cant name a single BEST female fren.
5. i can name a single BEST male fren.
6. there arent many pple i know dat i genuinely like.
7. but i genuinely like kids (dun ask me why). 8. i hope i will like my own kids as much as i like others' (*grins*). 9. im slowly but steadily buildin up my own library of books to hand down to my kids to read when they grow up.
10. i dun read newspapers bcuz of the way they make my fingers feel and how they blacken my fingertips.
11. i watch the news in return.
12. im ashamed of my own lack of knowledge of the current affairs, political situations and watnot. (laff all ya wan, david) 13. i haf such an insatiable and inexplicable thirst for knowledge dat i wld alwiz wish i cld learn everything dere wuz under the sun.
14. im particular abt grammar. VERY particular.
15. i pretend to be smart.
16. but i actuali am.
17. as ya can see, i dun haf much shame.
18. dats my way of makin ya smile. =)
19. my fave flower is the tulip.
20. one day, i wld like to visit Holland juz to see open fields of tulips of all possible colours swayin in the breeze.
21. apparently, i cant handle my money well (juz look at 20. again).
22. i dun haf a particular fave colour as i luv a myriad of colours such as white, pink, blue, yellow, purple, red, black etc (much like how a painter loves all the colours on his palette).
23. but if i reali hafta choose, i wld say WHITE as it represents a blank canvas for other colours to be used and usin the prism, ya can get white out of a combination of other colours.
24. im fussy abt wat i wear bcuz to me, it reveals who i am inside.
25. but dere are times when i seriously cannot be bothered.
26. i dun like havin my style copied.
27. unfortunately, my galfrens do pinch on my style at times.
28. dat said, i cant understand guys who arent well-groomed.
29. i cant understand even more why they are ill-mannered, ungentlemanly, or plain low on chivalry.
30. i feel it is extremely impt to feed one's mind wif new knowledge, and to learn new skills.
31. juz so dat i can customise & improve my blogsite, i learned basic CSS and HTML online.
32. i hope to learn German wif the same disciplined attitude.
33. unfortunately, procrastination and sloth are a few of my greatest vices.
34. but i figure Envy has to be my no.1 vice (over sloth, greed, pride... ...)
35. still on my vices, i cant be on time to save my life.
36. and dat is oso why i utterly dislike public transportation.
37. my wish then, is to own a car. (or haf a chauffeur)
38. i haf a fetish for cars, and will alwiz car-watch when im travellin.
39. due to too many episodes of Friends, i reali like Peugeot.
40. an ideal car wld be a convertible, bcuz i like my top down (no pun intended). 41. im tryin to build up my portfolio to be a part-time writer for magazines and newspapers.
42. my list of ambitions, both past & present, include: writer, magazine columnist, news-broadcaster, interior designer, lawyer, child psychologist, account executive, nurse in a pediatrics ward.
43. if i can haf the power to choose a sole profession: child psychologist.
44. then why the heck are ya in Business?! ya say. my sentiments exactly.
45. in the past, i alwiz wished dat i grew up in a Christian family.
46. now, i dunno if anythings worth it anymore.
47. im veri envious of happy families dat i see.
48. i dun like to talk abt my family members.
49. when i look into the mirror in the morning, i see a pair of glassy brown eyes dat look like 2 shiny marbles wif super reflective skills.
50. (this is it for now) i tink im pretty ugly - an oxymoron.
Cindy mused this out at 2:39 AM
Saturday, July 05, 2003
okay i cant believe i went to do such silly quizzes and actuali posted them here. well, wat does it say...? im not all dat cheems all the time. im juz an average jane who likes to kiss and cuddle. wahahaha!!! (take it for urself and tell me wat ya are).
cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be close to your special someone and feel warm, comfortable, and needed
You are a creative pyschopath!Eccentric must your favorite word.You also must worship the ground Bjork( the queen eccentric) walks on.Everything is a canvas to you.You express yourself with your hair,clothes,make up,and everything else.You feel that being yourself is everything.For you everything is art.I like you.
To all 32/99 tjc lit students:
rmbr Dr Faustus by Marlowe..? one of our lit texts for 'A' levels. well, aniwae i wuz readin Sophie's World and i chanced upon the text from which Dr Faustus originated from. Marlowe took the idea from Goethe's Faust (now, im strangely fascinated by the German poet and writer). here are 2 beautiful passages extracted from the original text:
As Faust dies and looks back on his life's work, he says in triumph:
Then to the moment could I say:
Linger you now, you are so fair!
Now records of my earthly day
No flights of aeons can impair -
Foreknowledge comes, and fills me with such bliss,
I take my joy, my highest moment this.
As soon as Faust dies, however, the Devil exclaims:
A foolish word, bygone.
How so then gone?
Gone, to sheer Nothing, past with null made one!
What matters creative endless toil,
When, at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil?
'It is bygone' - How shall this riddle run?
As good as if things never had begun,
Yet circle back, existence to possess:
I'd rather have Eternal Emptiness.
how beautiful indeed! wish dat i can churn out lines like these!i wonder if ya guys still rmbr the story of Dr Faustus? personally, i reali liked dat text over the silly Homecoming - i can nvr grasp absurd drama well. in this original text, however, Faust's optimistic triumph is clouded by the Devil's pessimistic cynicism. i prefer the one by the Devil, honestly. esp the lines: "What matters our creative endless toil/ When, at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil?" this just abt sums up my feelings towards my creative work at times. and it oso very vehemently undermines this blog of mine as well; cuz wats the point of writing all this when very soon, we shall be as naught? are our lives so significant dat we can overlook the fact dat we are but like dust in this galaxy? i hope ya get my point. pardon my eccentricity, but juz somethin to knock ya off ur secure sockets! :p
P.S. i wonder how many of ya out dere tink like the egoistic Faust (abt the greatness of mankind, the epitome of the Renaissance ideas), and how many of ya tink like the Devil (man thinks hes so great, but hes just a fool who believes in the wiles of the Devil! haha!)
help?
