i know everyone's shitass busy now, but do see The Blue Mansion! it's awesome!

pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon FEVER.

pata pata pata pon, pata pata pata pon, pata pata pata pon, pata pata pata pon, pon pon pata pon, pon pon pata pon...

my first lesson at bbdc was SUCH a relief. no more sleeping instructor, no more fear of crashing into a tree and all that jazz. it was seriously encouraging, even enjoyable. i've never had this much fun driving before and i've never ever had anything good to say about driving lessons. today's was awesome.

'My favourites though, are those which get more surreal, like the one on the Shanghai metro from the public security bureau that reads: "If you are stolen, call the police at once."'

i caught singapore idol and it has got to be the most negative show on tele. i really don't see how a show like this will cultivate an "idol" as they so often stress. a show like this can only create more scorn, i believe. i will not be watching idol again.

and while we're on the topic, i think ken lim really needs to retire the line "you didn't sing from your heart". there is nothing more subjective than that judgement used as many times as he has.

okto's showing 9 lives every saturday, 9-10pm!!! wheeeeeeeeeeee.

"...and the reason why we are radicals and the reason why we say what we do and why we rebel is because we love the country, because we love Singapore."

dear friends,
if anyone is going to drop dada art, or knows someone who wants to drop it, please kindly donate it to me instead. thanks so much!

(yes, i have sent in an appeal.)

"Unsurprisingly, Temasek’s model appeals more to the more authoritarian and less democratic of states, such as Kazakhstan which, like Singapore, is run along family lines.

Now Singapore Inc is in a pickle. It said it wants to internationalise Temasek, and appointing the much-respected Goodyear was a huge – and widely welcomed – statement. Now it’s stuck with the bumbling Ho, for at least another year, which simply deepens the market’s conviction that dealing with Temasek is akin to de facto dealing with the Government.

Temasek says it is continuing its international search for a new boss. But after Goodyear’s bad year at Temasek, why would anyone want to go there?"

"Our nation may be young, but we have built up elements of a culture that is somewhat unique to Singapore — our local food, Singlish, a commitment to meritocracy to name a few. I welcome new immigrants who can contribute to Singapore. But I expect these immigrants to conform to Singaporean cultural norms rather than that of their country of origin. They should not think that they can simply continue to live and speak like they did back home, especially when interacting with Singaporeans."

Lately, conversations around the house have veered dangerously into unharmonious territory, as we spoke about how it just isn’t right that sales staff at many shops now don’t speak anything but Mainland Chinese, and that when we Singaporeans exclaim, “wah lao, damn expensive, can?”, the same sales staff take it as a request and say, “can!” instead of commiserating and claiming “boss, best price already”.

Yes, that day. I saw her from my bedroom window and rushed out. It was an act of kindness on my part but a very delightful one. It was I who had telephoned her the following day. She very kindly invited me to lunch. All that I could follow, what I couldn't follow was the spring of her motive. I don't lack self-confidence but I'm not beautiful, that is a word reserved for very few people, people such as Louise herself. I told her this.

'You can't see what I can see.' She stroked my face. 'You are a pool of clear water where the light plays.'

That was a bad example, but I knew what she meant. It meant that to create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.

'Have some cake,' she said cheerfully, but I didn't because even if Elsie was philosophically amiss, her contention that the cake existed without either of us was certainly true. There was probably a whole township in there, with values of its own, and a style of gossip.

another genius. freudian slip maybe.

"I think Singaporeans must not think that just because Mas Selamat is arrested and now in Malaysia, the threat of security, the threat of terrorism will not be there anymore. In fact, I’ve said it for years, that the threat of terrorism is real, and that we are a prime target and therefore we have no question about letting our guard down..." - Wong Kan Seng

i find it impossible to take him seriously and i don't see why i should. 喇叭.

pinkdot anyone? let's show some love:)

stroke of genius.

"Everyday when I wake up, the first thing I look at is: what is the level of retrenchment, how many more jobs have we lost?" said Mr Lim. "The second thing I worry (about) is whether every job lost translates to another unemployed worker." - Lim Swee Say

The doctor looked at her. "For the lover, it is the night into which his beloved goes," he said, "that destroys his heart; he wakes her suddenly, only to look the hyena in the face that is her smile, as she leaves that company.

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

The Buddhists say there are 149 ways to God. I'm not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has had a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me. God is bigger, like my mother, easier to find, even in the dark. I could be anywhere, and since I can't describe myself I can't ask for help.

Meeting Point
by Louis MacNeice

Time was away and somewhere else,
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with the one pulse
(Somebody stopped the moving stairs)
Time was away and somewhere else.

And they were neither up nor down;
The stream's music did not stop
Flowing through heather, limpid brown,
Although they sat in a coffee shop
And they were neither up nor down.

The bell was silent in the air
Holding its inverted poise -
Between the clang and clang a flower,
A brazen calyx of no noise:
The bell was silent in the air.

The camels crossed the miles of sand
That stretched around the cups and plates;
The desert was their own, they planned
To portion out the stars and dates:
The camels crossed the miles of sand.

Time was away and somewhere else.
The waiter did not come, the clock
Forgot them and the radio waltz
Came out like water from a rock:
Time was away and somewhere else.

Her fingers flicked away the ash
That bloomed again in tropic trees:
Not caring if the markets crash
When they had forests such as these,
Her fingers flicked away the ash.

God or whatever means the Good
Be praised that time can stop like this,
That what the heart has understood
Can verify in the body's peace
God or whatever means the Good.

Time was away and she was here
And life no longer what it was,
The bell was silent in the air
And all the room one glow because
Time was away and she was here.