I came across this while skirting through Mustafa in the middle of the night.
It surprised and amused me but who am I to say that no one in the right mind will use it. You never know right? :)
Great value: free eyeshadow with every pack of cotton pad (above) and cotton buds (below).
Who can resist such an offer?
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- Location:Mustafa
- Mood:Amused
- Music:Bollywood
What happens when one day you lose your memories slowly. You can't recall if you did something or not. And things always seem to be at the back of your mind, or even gone. Are you still yourself?
Harddisks can go kaboom and we can still retrieve the data inside. Why the hell can't people regenerate neurons and thinking networks. Homosapiens, in all it's amazing entirety, can have so many error messages. And when the system crashes, no technician can fix it.
Becoming senile is really one of the most tortorous illness. And equally the same to watch someone develop it. I hope my grandma will be fine.
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- Location:At home
- Mood:Sad
- Music:None
In other news -
Ex post facto, I decided to check my horoscope for the momentous day of November 7th 2009. Here it is:
"Just because you've been close to someone for years doesn't mean you know them inside and out. This realization is actually somewhat exciting. You might never fully understand who they are -- after all, still waters run deep. But you'll catch a glimpse of that depth today when this person impresses you and serves as an inspiration. Why not cultivate your own skills in a new endeavor? It's the perfect day to pick up a new hobby that will surprise people."
How true. I carved the first pumpkin I have carved in 17 years. It was pretty damn ugly if I may say so myself, which of course was the intended effect. Anyone surprised?
Incidentally, the first part is true too, several times over.
Hey,
I got the chance to pass by the provocative beauty salon. Realised that they use tcm herbs for their treatments (further contributing to the shady impression of tcm).
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- Location:At home
- Mood:Amused
- Music:None
Anyway. What would you say is the Singapore Dream? What would you say is the Singapore National Costume?
Singapore Dream: Good, cheap, fast (I ripped this off ieatishootipost)
Singapore National Costume: Big school t-shirt, FBTs/berms for guys, slippers, optional brightly coloured hairband for girls.
This one was hilarious. Please pardon me but I just have to write about it.
Patrick walks in town and knocks into a guy (fish i mean) who screams "Get outta town!" at him in the face. So he gets this idea that the person (fish, i reiterate) is an assassin on his ass and he runs home to pack and escape.
Spongebob stops him and explains that he needs him as his jellyfish buddy (they won some jellyfishing expo competition before) and is irreplaceable. And so Patrick dresses up like some blonde Britney Spears to disguise himself.
Everyone who sees 'Patricia' is smitten with 'her' and even Squidward and Mr Krabs are wooing her. He hires her as a waitress (eeyucks). He feels sad and puzzled about the wonderful treatment he is getting as a girl (kind of sad actually) and not as Patrick.
Finally he runs out of the restaurant kitchen and attempts to tell the truth to everyone. But he saw the 'assassin' and panicked. But the guy showed him a leaflet that says "Get outta town and off to a sunny island".
Then Patricia strips naked to reveal himself as Patrick. Squidward's eyes shrunk into his head and Mr Krabs said he will be busy in his office for probably 30 years.
Arh... the joys of watching Spongebob :)
- Location:Home
- Mood:
amused - Music:Who lives in the pineapple under the sea
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- Location:Mrt station
- Mood:Puzzled
- Music:None
My caffeine addled brain does not even need to hallucinate. I wear the same shit-faced expression on my face; my thoughts are swirling with miscellaneous nonsense from random food blogs; it is ever so slightly chilly; I have all the remnants and receptacles of my meals from the past few days scattered around me; I smell bad; the surface of my teeth feel rough (plaque accumulates) I'm in my kind of favourite adidas track pants and have been for the past two days; my eyes are going to bulge out from under my eyebrows soon and I have acres of prime blank real estate computer screen space glaring at me.
The same get-up-and-go music blares, specially chosen by yours truly to either have chant-able trance like lyrics that will transport me to transcendent essay heaven, or to have a thumping bass line that shakes my very jaw bones. Of course, there are some songs that I will not play tonight. Some songs transport me to a darker territory, where they calmed me and put me to bed after the lights went out in a land of sleeping at 10pm and waking at 6am. Some songs speak of 4am desperation, nasty concoctions of instant coffee and Milo and fistfuls of Penguin biscuits, pineapple tarts, roasted cashews, Bombay mix, anything to stay awake. I don't think I'll ever play those songs again.
My carefully assembled ergonomic workstation lies in front of me, Logitech laptop stand, Creative Gigaworks T20 speakers, USB keyboard, book chair to avoid straining either my spine or my eyes. I value this workstation so much that I've transported it all the way here, and I will transport it all the way back.
But subtly, things are not the same. I am not sitting in a padded office chair, with straw coloured upholstery masking the matted blonde hair that I dug out to my utter disgust from underneath the lining, and my feet do not rest on the short green carpet with red dots.
Over the past innumerable hours, in between facebook and food blog browsing spurts the question dangles itself in front of me: Why the hell am I doing this? And the answer is : I signed up for it. It's like going out into the freezing cold of the night. Do you feel better if you chant to yourself under your breath "It is so damn bloody shit cold" or do you feel better if you assure yourself that you feel perfectly warm and if you think warm thoughts they will insulate you? It is always the former for me. I revel in my occasional misery and it's even more glorious if I bring it upon myself.
In this case, however, I really did sign up for this. I have nothing to prove now, this research paper is being done for cash, not credit. I'm going to bill that professor's ass off for the hundred freaking thousands of pages of Hansard I had to subject myself to, and the innumerable inane comments from the British MPs about their tiny hamlets over the river and beyond the dale which I had to endure. My hourly rate has (only) doubled since my waitressing days, but hey, doubling is the first step in exponential growth. I can afford to pay for my bike myself now, and have change to spare for a lobster roll or two.
More when I crawl out of the stupid research memo hole which I unfortunately dug for myself one sorry bit of dirt by one sorry bit of dirt.
I watched Pandorum which is about some creepy monsters on board a crashed huge space voyage vessel. The movie was good and kept me at the edge of my seat as they used the mysterious approach where you were not given any clue of what's happening. The story slowly unfolds with more people appearing. Well it was probably so exciting that I actually felt quite exhausted at the end of the show (or maybe it was the monsters' ugly faces). Oh yah, they suspected the monsters were mutated evolved humans. Gross.
The style is similar to Resident Evil (creator for this movie too). I would like to blabber on about the plot but nah. Go watch it Amy!
Anyway, the main point of the movie looked to me as if it was warning us to save our environment and sustaining living conditions on Earth. The Earth in their year 2076 was plagued with overpopulation and failing environmental conditions. The scientists then finally found a planet called Tinus that is like millions of light years away. It took them 193 years in space to reach the planet (damn cool eh).
The movie mentioned a Pandora Syndrome whereby the crews in a space vessel might develop mental breakdowns and go insane after travelling in deep space for too long. I googled that but its something the movie coined up. The real Pandora's Box illness seems to be something about insulin.
The end result: they reached a raw and primitive new planet that looked like Earth when it was unpolluted. And they would have to start anew and build the world from scratch without their high tech equipment since the ship was badly damaged. Sounds so much like a cycle to me. Just like the water cycle, nitrogen cycle, The Matrix's cycle (if you know the movie's sad ending where systems get restarted) and fashion.
Anyway imagine that. Back to basics. I think I might be sick :S
- Location:home
- Mood: calm
I can just visualise all the awkward Sim actions, bending backwards and forwards at the waist and waving hands in the air when they receive a gift or are happy. The favourite Sim phrase is 'Commohn naz lah' which I used to repeat to my brother ad naseum. I must get her to try saying that one day.
In other news, two separate Americans were telling me about their favourite (American) football team, what sounded to me like the 'Cincinnati Bangles'. Two separate people. One told me about how he bought his kid a Bangles tshirt, how they were playing the Chicago Bears, another told me about how her whole town was such a huge fan. (Btw is the grammar correct?) I really couldn't bring myself to say what I was really thinking, that 'Bangles' is a super wimpy name for a football team. It is probably sexist, but bangles are what girls wear when they dress up, not appropriate for a testosterone charged football team. The Bangles were also a flouncy 1980s pop group.
I decided to google the Cincinnati Bangles to see just how masculine they were. Turns out, they are really called the Cincinnati Bengals, and they have the Bengal tiger as their mascot. That's more like it. But pronounced (mangled) by Americans to sound like the Bangles. Dear friends, it is 'Behn-gahls'.
This picture is so damn funny. Sotomayor is obviously thrilled to bits to be in this picture. Well, I would be too.
Btw Sam that hair thing is so gross. What is up with Sg beauty salons nowadays? First ovary improvement (or is it uterus?) then now up to armpit hair length removal. If anybody had armpit hair length hair growing out of their limbs they should be sent to earn money as the Yeti incarnate. Assuming of course, the maximum length of armpit hair growth.
I came home to find this hilarious misleading and quite tasteless leaflet on the table.
At first I thought it was some hair removal service
Not really a pleasant word to use but probably most accurate.
But it was actually for...
They actually meant 'armpit length' hair. Nice... I don't know what else to think of it. What's next? Crotch length?
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- Mood:Amused
- Music:None
Would you want a surrogate in place of your own physical body to go through your daily activities? Hmm... Nah
I have always enjoyed such movies that present a possible future (not the ones showing the world ending). Naturally such futures involve a certain technological advancement and the ubiquitous use of it, usually with social cons or degradation of the humanity. Of course, they would place a huge benefit which explains the propagation in the first place
Experiencing the world through a perfect robotic body wouldn't be the same, without a doubt. Imagine you might not even know who the person you are looking at is really like. You wouldnt know who your newly made friend or co-worker is. Argh... I just detest everything artificial, just like the Matrix. Living a lie is absolutely just not living at all. I shudder to think of the potential such a future coming, since currently scientists are already able to build a robotic arm for a monkey to control via his mind and neurons.
Hopefuly the moralists and ethicists will be doing their jobs.
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- Location:At home
- Mood:Ok
- Music:None
Two events made me incredibly happy today. Firstly, I went cycling in Central Park for an hour with some friends, and nextly (I know its not a word) I came home and sat down to a meal of dumplings and slightly overripe cantaloupe. It really really really made my day. Despite the fact that I have a shitload of work to do, I'm aching all over and probably strained my right quad, I'm feeling good.
The pleasures of having simple desires.
I had previously alot of pent up angst regarding my bike. Well it was really my fault for ordering the wrong size of bike, but anyway. I'm coming to terms with it. I just feel so happy cycling and eating dumplings.
- Location:At home
- Mood:Calm
- Music:No music
Belated entry...
It was my first time I felt a such a bad abrupt swelling gum. I thought it was just heatiness as usual but it started bleeding. Omg!
Anyway so I suspected it was some gum infection at this part of my teeth where there was a tooth out of line. (i told you about it before amy, rmb?) It was so annoying that I decided to go for my first ever tooth extraction (sorry I didn't go look for your dad amy).
Everything went quite ok though. I didn't know dentists are so fully booked EVERYDAY! Should have aspired to be one :S.
The doc used local anaesthesia (duh) and my gums felt painless like as if an external piece of rock was inside. But I still squirmed like hell, because I know I'm supposed to feel pain. And this numbing of my nerves wasn't real. Ok that doesn't make sense.
The main point is somehow I'm quite relieved after going through this tooth ordeal. The whole process wasn't as bad as I imagined but of course no one would say it's worth a second try. I do feel strangely (lame...) like I gained an additional experience or wisdom point ( not tooth).
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gross picture, dedicated to my tooth- Location:At home
- Mood:Glad
- Music:None
Anyway I gotta run off to school in a while. School is good, life is good. I don't do any work although I really have a lot of work to do.
But my new bike is here and ready to roll, so my life as of now is complete.
- Mood:accomplished
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