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Saturday, 29 November 2008

Of a tourist attraction and death of a countryman

So I am done with my mid-semester tests, which explains the long absence of posts here. Let's see, what happened in the span of nearly 10 days. A Filipino magician/flourisher Jenil paid Singapore a 3 day 2 night visit as a detour for Lee Asher's Malaysia lecture, it was a nice experience to receive a guest and play host, especially if it's a flourishing exchange. So basically, I had to slow down my usual pace of going through things and explain how travelling using public transport is done, what kind of food we usually have, how to order things, and general information about a glorious place called Singapore *ERP annoyances and crowded trains*. It's nice to explain such things to a visitor, it makes one appreciate the country and the systems slighty more. Tour-guide tendencies aside, I hope Jenil doesn't feel too odd when the rest of us speak Singlish or Chinese or when the food here doesn't suit his taste. It was a chaotic visit, as he only got to getting the bus ticket to Malaysia on the final day here or so. Really last minute. Regardless of that, it was a pleasant experience.

Now, for the grave end of the spectrum of discussing about my country. Lo Hwei Yen, a Singaporean has been brutally slain (at least that's what said from the press) by yet another group of religious extremists (sigh) in Mumbai on Friday night. Unsure of how and why she was killed, all I have to say that it is most tragic and unfortunate. I am sure the close ones of the deceased wouldn't want to find out the details of how she ceased life either, for it will bring greater pain and less possibility of a closure. But why she was chosen to be killed was a paramount question. I know that she was a very difficult position between choosing for her life or informing the government of Singapore, because she had known of the attack before it's been publicised (the terrorists asked her to tell the Singaporean government not to inform the Indian authorities, quite a retarded and logically flawed statement made by the terrorists, in my opinion). And, the terrorists wanted her to either stay silent or die. I guess her deeply rational lawyer-instincts made her inclined to do the righteous thing and forgone the thought that she might most probably lose her life in the midst of justifying her lawyer-instincts. I don't know if it's appropriate to refer her to the title of a "martyr", yes because she died in a terrorism siege and did the righteous thing according to what the common folksmen of Singapore has been saying on the streets. No because we are entirely unsure of what really happened and those Jihad-mad loonies might have just killed anybody who appeared to be an annoyance in their captivity.

I was just reasoning with myself about those Jihad activists, didn't their thick unpenetrative cranial matter hinted to them that since repeated attempts of such holy activities usually ended up in utter failure and comtempts of mankind, maybe, just maybe(!!), they are doing it in the entire wrong way and that they should just give up about an Islamic world with Allah (or whatever they wanted to campaign for, couldn't care less for their terminology and taglines), pack up and head back home and try lead a normal life. "Pick up a hobby, go to the library and read more, go on a trek, socialise with old friends, I heard it works!", that is my advice to them.

The only crime is stupidity. Get away from organisations. Question oneself. Use your brain ah! =(

Friday, 28 November 2008

Hasbro: Family Game Night - PS2 | NTSC


Tamanho: 171MB
Sistema: NTSC

George of the Jungle - PS2 | NTSC


Tamanho: 171MB
Sistema: NTSC

Premier Manager 09 - PS2 | PAL


Tamanho: 63MB
Sistema: PAL

The King of Fighters Collection: The Orochi Saga - PS2 | NTSC

Thursday, 27 November 2008

Happy Thanksgibbing back again!

Thanksgiving weekend highlights-to-be:

Experiencing a GH-extended-family-on-father's-side Thanksgiving in Bountiful. This will be the one where GH will not be able to introduce me to any of 167 cousins because he doesn't remember all of their names. (Shhhhhh!)

Wearing my new hooker boots to Thanksgiving dinner, while refraining from engaging in any actual sexual trafficking. During dinner, at least.



[Okay, but back to the boots for a second. Aren't they fabulous? Also they're Dansko which means it's pretty much like walking around on a cloud of fluffly angel breath. Purchased for a killer deal with Christmas money from Gentlemum. Thank you, Gentlemom!!!]


Pumpkin pie. I must ingest at least one whole pumpkin pie, or it's not Thanksgiving.

Heading down to Provo tomorrow for post-Thanksgiving gluttony with my sibs. This is the day where we eat turkey-brie-cranberry sandwiches, whatever leftovers I can squirrel away in plastic bags from GH's Thanksgiving (classy!), and lots and lots and lots of desserts. Will be bringing The Cheeseball and a pumpkin pie made from my very own puree.

Things I'm thankful for this year:

This is actually a pretty long list, and I'll try to condense it a bit. Sorry to make you gag, but you knew #1 was going to have to be . . .

#1 Gentleman Husband. Last week (seriously, don't read this if your eyes can't take the rolling) I had the thought that maybe the last 8 months were actually part of some stress-induced hallucination, and one morning I was going to wake up back in L****, alone, freezing, working at a job that was slowly killing me, and not seeing what was right in front of me. But so far we're good!

#2 My job. Not only was it a complete miracle that I got hired as quickly as I did, but three weeks after I started they announced a hard hiring freeze that affected just about every library within the Salt Lake Valley. I barely made it in there, and if I hadn't it would have been next to impossible to find anything after the freeze. And we would have starved to death wrapped in newspapers.

#3 My brother Dave is coming home from Afghanistan next month, in time for Christmas. This is his second tour of duty (he already went to Iraq for over a year) and he'll likely have one more before he gets out. We love him so much and are so grateful he's been kept safe all this time (pretty sure his sweet wife's even more grateful).

#4 My family. I've never had so many people nearby to share Thanksgiving with before. Back in college it was always just me and whoever else was still around. Which did, though, make some of the best Thanksgivings, like the time Lady Steed and I decided to throw one our own dang selves and were so pleased with how everything turn out. Audra, you came over that year too, right?

#5 My food assignment for today. We have to bring 4 bottles of soda and a bag of ice. Awesome.

Have a great weekend, everybody!

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Don't Buy Stuff You Can't Afford

It's Video Wednesday, friends!

Monday, 24 November 2008

Dark Angel: Vampire Apocalypse - PS2 | NTSC

International Superstar Soccer 2 - PS2 | NTSC


Tamanho: 367MB
Sistema: NTSC

So y'all do that here too, huh?

Remember that one time I had to write a letter to the parents of L****? Well. I'm getting the mailing list together for Salt Lake County.

GH and I decided to class it up on Saturday by attending a high-school production of the Disney's Beauty and the Beast. We, for the most part, both really like going to high-school plays. They're cheap, they're usually pretty good, and you get to support a local high school drama program, thereby ensuring that another generation of choir/drama geeks will go forth with their penchant for gathering around pianos to sing at parties.

I know, of course, that when I go to a high-school play my expectations have to be modified. I expect that it won't be a professional production, that there may be some bad acting, that the audience will be extra vocal in its support of friends/family in the cast. But there's also a fun kind of energy about all of that, I think.

There were a few things I didn't expect, though. I did NOT expect that the couple behind us would carry on a non-stop dialog with their 5-year-old son.

"Look Timmy, it's the woods!"
"Oh, see how the scenery is changing?"
"Oh, look, he's walking up the stairs now!"
"Look, it's Belle!"
"See, he just went through a door!"

Um, is the kid blind? Because if he is then bringing him to a play is actually kind of mean, I think. Both to him and to us. We soon learned that the kid wasn't blind. Encouraged by his parents' style of narration, he began and maintained a steady stream of questions throughout the entire first act.

"But where did the Beast go? Where did the Beast go Dad?"
"Is he in the woods? Is he in the woods now?"
"Are they going to sing a song?"
"Is the Beast mad?"
"Is this the castle now?"
"Why are they singing?"
"Is he a candle?"

Now, I get the part where if you're a little kid and you're seeing a play for the first time, these will be things that occur to you--how CAN you tell if the scenery has changed, and where are people going when the leave the stage, and why is it that the characters look different from the way they are in the movie? All valid questions. Except the best time to talk about these things is really not during the play when everyone else is trying to watch it too. Mom made no attempt to shush him, or to tell him to wait and she would answer his questions when it's time to talk again.

I turned around eventually and looked pointedly at her. The woman on my right turned around and gave them a "shhh." The woman on GH's left turned and asked them to please be quiet.

Nothing. It never, never, never let up. Between that and the guy on the left of us who kept bringing out his cell phone to get a text update about the UofU/BYU game, I was losing my mind.

And I don't want to hear anyone bringing out the, "Hey, what's the big deal, it's only a high-school play and you only paid $7.50" excuse. Because that doesn't fly. Those students and their teachers worked hard putting that play together, and they have friends and family members in the audience who came to see and hear them, not some kid who is not yet ready to attend plays or the electric-blue glare of 8 million cell phones.

On the third offense I turned to the cell phone guy and mouthed that the light from his cell phone was quite distracting and could he please turn it off (it's kind of hard to switch out of librarian patrol mode when I'm off the clock, I'm finding). GH tried desperately to prevent me from doing this. He wanted to give the guy a pass for being at a play with his daughter instead of being at the game. Which, yes, is valid, but that doesn't mean he gets to blind me. I mean, maybe there were times during the play when I wanted to shriek like a monkey. Did you ever think about that? But I didn't. Plus, because there were so many people using cell phones it interfered with the wireless microphone system. So the sound at several points was quite bad. Can't believe they didn't think to make an announcement about that before the play started.

So by the time intermission hit, we were both done. We had planned to just move to some open seats during the break to get away from the kid and his parents, but the more we talked about it we realized that neither of us were that enthralled with the play. The girl playing Belle was great, but she was kind of the only great thing. You couldn't hear anyone who didn't have wireless mikes on, and there weren't enough mikes to pick up the sound from the big chorus numbers. So we came, we donated to the program, my brain exploded out my ears, and then we went home.

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Skyscraper - PS2 | PAL


Tamanho: 176MB
Sistema: PAL

Luxor: Pharaoh's Challenge - PS2 | NTSC


Tamanho: 187MB
Sistema: NTSC

Airborne Troops: Countdown to D-Day - PS2 | NTSC


Tamanho: 467MB
Sistema: NTSC

Bolt - PS2 | NTSC

Friday, 21 November 2008

Today's very important lesson

When you bring yogurt to work, do not use one of the work spoons from the break room cupboard to eat it.

Because maybe whoever washed that spoon last time did not so much get all the coffee taste off of it. And so when you're eating your yogurt you're wondering why it tastes so very disgusting and coffee-like and if THAT'S the trade-off you make when you choose non-fat yogurt sweetened with fruit juice rather than sugar. Because if so, you're heading right back to Yoplait with their high fructose corn syrup and their artificial colors made from crushed bugs (not even kidding). Only once you take the spoon out and and give an experimental lick at the carton with your tongue you realize that it actually tastes fine. And that you can keeping living the non-sugar, non-bug-guts yogurt dream.

Happy Friday!

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Gaahl

I am being referred to have a resemblance to this man. I take it as a good sign.

I especially like how he described his philosophy. Very succinct.

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Conversations I get to have over and over and over again

So my new library is a lovely, lovely place filled with lovely people and the occasional pack of junior high kids that I have to throw out for using the f-word in the children's area after being warned about the language.

One thing my boss mentioned when I started is that although our patrons are kind, dear people, they also expect us to earn our keep. And by this I mean that they will never try to look up something on their own in the catalog using any of the 8 million catalog terminals but will instead come straight to me and ask me if a certain book is in. A lot of them are older and not comfortable with computers, but some of them I've decided are just lazy and like the idea of having a personal library shopper.

So scenes like this happen quite a bit:

Patron: "Hello, I'm looking for this book." (Actually, no, you're not. If you were looking for it, you would be on a computer right now or in the stacks. You're asking ME to look for it for you.)

Me: "Okay, let's look for it together. Please take a look at the monitor in front of you." (This is when I hit a really cool button that lets them see what I'm doing on my computer. It shows them exactly what they would have seen if they'd gone over and used one of the terminals. Because I'm not letting anyone off the hook entirely. It's baby steps towards information searching skills before I throw them to the wolves by walking them directly over to a patron terminal and making them learn how to use it.)

Patron: "It's the new book by an author named [So and So]." (Note: That's not his name.)

Me: "Sorry, I'm not seeing anything under that name. What's the title?"
Patron: "The title is [The Something Something]." (Note: It isn't.) "He wrote another book called [Such and Such]." (Note: He didn't. And neither did the actual author.)

The level of their wrongness in this situation is directly related to the amount of time it will take to figure this all out. In this case because she had read one of the books by the author I finally thought to ask if she remembered what that book was about and then I Googled the key words from her description.

That is how the "Blue Something" by Peter Finch who also wrote The September Group or possibly The September Music actually became A Beautiful Blue Death by Charles Finch who also wrote The September Society.

Seriously, what would I even do without Google?

GH gave me an anniversary present as well

We were all cuddled up cozy-like in bed on Sunday afternoon, and GH reached over and stroked my cheek ever so gently.

"You know, in this light you kind of look like you could be in Cats."

"WHAT??"

"You know Cats? The show?"

"Yes I KNOW CATS THE SHOW. You can stop touching me now."

Tuesday, 18 November 2008

Opeth - The Night and the Silent Water (Roundhouse Tapes)

Look, people, just look at the intensity and the virtuosity of the music towards the last minute. It's beyond words.

Now, I wish they could play The Apostle in Triumph live. That will kick alot of asses.

I am very much affected by Alden's Opeth tendencies and I guess that is a good thing. Lol.

Tarts #2 and #3

Because, lest we forget, I am One Who Makes Tarts.

#2 is a obscenely rich Chocolate Berry Tart, recipe courtesy of Mormon Child Bride's husband spouseman.


#3 is a Pumpkin-Chocolate Tart from Martha Stewart, made from my very own homemade pumpkin puree. The next time I make this one it will involve less spices--it was kind of spicy.


Sunday, 16 November 2008

Fog

This weekend was an especially laid back one, since I practically stayed at home and let my body and mind rest. With the surplus of time set aside from staying home all day, I decided to dig out my father's CDs which I listened to when I was a child - Les Miserables musical soundtrack, Carpenters.

It gave me the most insanely warm and fuzzy feeling as I listened on. Images of my childhood came flooding back; my old home at Serangoon (of which I remembered that I always refused to sleep on my bed since it is near a wall next to the staircase - I hated the shuffling of feet at night, it's creepy). Times with my siblings when we played at the simple (by today's technological standards) playground downstairs that has sand on the ground, and I always prefer to play with the sand instead of the playground paraphernalia, because I can write/draw anything I like on it and partially because I suck at climbing around those bars and all that jazz, and I fear falling down. =\ Which explains my reluctance to learn how to ride a bicycle. Still am now. Haha. I also recalled the low knee-height wooden table that my mother always force me and my siblings to learn reading and writing on, she is a great mother really, to buy those assessment books and get us to do it daily. My sister was resistant to that method of learning, and she'd always use her pencil to crave or vandalise the table with words which I had difficulty comprehending back then, I remembered one word she used was "idiot", and I remembered being very impressed by that word. But nonetheless, as a young adult now, I am really grateful of what my mother did, whose efforts resulted in all three siblings being in the prestigious EM1 stream, doing Higher Chinese, receiving the government's academic monetary awards almost yearly and in junior colleges. I will definitely do the same to my offsprings. Haha!

My father used to have a whole set of Children and Adult encyclopaedia sitting on those sturdy wooden shelves, and I remembered being a very bored pre-kindergarten person, who decided to flip those encyclopaedia one day and I thought it will be cool to read up on Golf because my father was into that hobby back then. So, when he and his golfing friend were conversing some days later about the clubs, I said something like "Isn't that a Wood? And that is the Iron?" That was the very first time adults were genuinely, heavily impressed by me - a mere 3 or 4 year old who was supposed to keep quiet when adults are talking. It was awesome.

Now, to less erudite pursuits of my earlier years, I recalled an extravagant incident amongst my playmates who congregated at the void deck every evening for games and plain old stupid running around and catching. One of the playmates (of whom I did not recognise as part of the clique) by the unflattering name of Curry Chicken or Chicken Curry (we can never decide which one was the grammatically correct); so this Chicken Curry stole my relatively new 4 wheeled bicycle (I refuse to learn the 2 wheeled bicycle) and somehow days later, I found it lying in a big drain all destroyed. I was furious, and me and my other playmates decided to exact revenge on that Curry Chicken. We set up a ruse to lure Curry Chicken into a empty electrical storeroom at the void deck, then I slammed the door shut and locked it with a padlock. I remembered leaving him there overnight. *Grin*

One of the fears in my childhood included an Indian guy with weird eyes and a deranged grimace who persistently loiters around the wondrous MaMa shop near my house, which effectively deterred me from patronising the shop and henceforth, the procuring of tidbits. Maybe that's why I grew up with a neutral attitude towards commodities like chocolates and potato chips. So yeah, this guy will look at me or any other kids for that matter when he is walking by and that freaked the fuck out of me and when I am near him, I will curse under my breath for my bad luck and uttered to myself, "Holy fuck! Do not get any closer to me! Fuck! No! Hell! Fuck! Fuck!" Of course, those highly sophisticated cusswords did not exist in my vocabulary back then.

I also remembered the times when I followed my mother to the market, with my brother in the pram and me just tottering at the side of my mother, while my sister is off to primary school. My mother would ask me to wait outside the very terrifying looking market (in my child eyes it appeared to be very vast, eternal and very very wet indeed) while she went to choose the fish and vegetables. Afterwhich we will go to the Bean Curd shop for Soya Bean drink and bean curd, I still recalled it to be extremely delicious and a real royal treat. Now, I really want to head back to reminisce them soon. There is a McDonalds there too, but entrance into that place was a sparse occasion because it is considered an luxury and even if we get to eat it, it will be sharing 1 meal among the siblings. As a result, I always dreamt of having one whole meal to myself. My mother would also get donuts from a nearby bakery on the way back. Those donuts are orgasmic, it's always warm, fluffy and properly sugared (the ones I eat nowadays are so lackadaisical).

I attended a Christian private kindergarten of which I remembered we did nothing except to play water, play sand, and say nonsensical words before mealtimes and hearing "Amen" being said everywhere and everytime. It was weird. I wasn't impressed by the academic standards displayed at the kindergarten, since I have peeked at the traditional PAP kindergartens and I saw numbers and alot of words on the blackboard, so naturally, I expected something similar of that vigour. Evidently not. We had to play water, play sand and say nonsensical words instead. =\ I have to give them credit for the satisfactory marconi soup though.

Next, during my stay at YangZheng Primary School, I recalled being a quasi misanthropic fellow in Primary 2 because I sat next to a window that has a bored out hole with ants crawling out and that grim imagery made me quasi misanthropic. Haha! Coming to Primary 3, there weren't a proper form teacher so the class wasn't exactly serious in learning. I took advantage of that situation and topped the class, it was again, awesome. I remembered getting full marks for Mathematics, freaking impossible! Haha! This attracted the school authorities to offer me a Prefect status, but I nonchalantly rejected it. I also remembered playing monkey bars with the boys during recess to the point of getting blisters on my hands and fingers. Which explains my tendency to get into masculine hobbies now - card flourishing and metal music.

Weekends in my childhood were mostly spent with my family at the beach, and my mother would prepare a plethora of food and we would go on a picnic because it is cheap. We could run around the shores, bury each other's feet into the sand, dig a lagoon hoping it would work (mostly it didn't), play badminton when there is strong winds, go find fallen coconuts and wreck them by trashing them around, and tempting the tame Singaporean waves to devour our puny bodies and being really silly. My father filmed some of the outings down, trust me, upon viewing those VCDs, I feel like stabbing my younger self to death because I sounded so disgusting. I remembered being a proficient runner in childhood as I could easily outrun my father, brother and sister. I wonder where did those athletic genes have gone to? Maybe my father, brother and sister weren't serious in those footraces. Haha! One interesting beach encounter was the discovery of a Jamaican 1997 card calender on the shore of Pasir Ris beach. Jamaica all the way to Singapore. That's amazing.


At this point, it's getting hard to retrieve any more details as most of the memories are getting increasingly vague and foggy. Unfortunately.

Friday, 14 November 2008

Happy Anniversary!


Today is our three-month wedding anniversary. Since there is no traditional gift for this one, GH is going to be getting the gift of leftover spaghetti. He is one lucky man. One lucky man whose suit pants are too long, I am just now noticing.

My crazy-busy brother-in-law Ed finished processing our wedding pics last month and here are some of my faves from the Big Day.

The red-shoe lineup of hotness. Technically one of the people in the shot is not so much wearing red shoes, but like she was going to be shoved out of the frame.

See how well the flowers-instead-of-veil thing turned out? You can probably also see why I ought to be scheduling monthly rather than yearly scans with the dermatologist.

The lovely cake as decorated in 5 minutes by Jenny and Lady Steed.

GH's cool berry & stephanotis boutonniere. We also have shots of our dads wearing the big girly be-ribboned corsages meant for the two grandmothers in attendance. Do not ask me why this is. Some well-intentioned soul must have seen them and been like, "Here, dads! Put these on!" I didn't notice until all the family pictures were over. So our dads look extra pretty in those.

My bouquet. I actually only had this sucker in my hand for a total of 30 minutes, which is kind of a shame. So pretty, though!





So yeah, it was a pretty great day. But then the days since then have been pretty great too. And now I am inspired to go over to the thermostat and actually turn on the heat as an additional anniversary present to dear GH. Because he deserves it.

Thursday, 13 November 2008

It's not because I'm sick--everyone else is just being stupid

So a little-known fact about me (at least to the people who have never had to be a part of this) is that pain and illness cause me to become:

1. Grouchy
2. Stupid
3. Violent

The best example of this was July '97, The Wisdom Teeth Day, also known as The Day Nem Tried to Kick Through the Dashboard of the Suburban on the Way Home Because Her Ice Pack Melted. It felt totally justified at the time, as did stopping RIGHT THEN for pain medication (which my mother did with a terrified look in her eye) and then hurling said offending ice pack from the front seat into the back window.

Also there was this one time I was home sick in bed on a Sunday afternoon and a guy came over to see my roommates and started demonstrating his clogging moves on the kitchen floor, directly over my bed. I staggered upstairs, killed him, and tacked his body to our front door with a sign that read, "Seriously. I. AM. SLEEPING."

So I suppose it is fitting that the man I married should be my soulmate in this, the pain-induced insanity.

This week GH had a dental appointment to have a crown put in. I have never had this done, but to me it sounded like a significant procedure (or at least the $500 copay was significant). I asked if he was going to be okay or if he would need help.

"Nah, it shouldn't be too bad. I mean, it's not like I'm getting a cavity filled or something like that."

Which . . . should have been my tip-off that maybe the dentist had not adequately impressed upon dear GH what they were going to be doing. That morning at 8:00 I went off to work and he (just returning from his work) went to the dentist. I got a call at the reference desk at 11:00am.

Me: Blankety-blank library, this is Nemesis.

Strange disembodied groaning voice: Nemesiiiiiiiiis . . .

Me: [pause] Um . . .

(Wondering why the heck I always end up with the freaky perverts.)

SDGV: It's your husband.

Me: OH! Hey, are you okay?

GH: You need to give me your direct number because it took like 5 minutes to get through to you.

Me: Um, okay. Sorry about that. So . . .

GH: Where is the ibuprofin. I can't find the ibuprofin.

Me: Are you okay?

GH: NO. No I'm not okay. It's 11:00 o'clock, I'm in pain, I can't sleep, and I can't find the ibuprofin. It's not where it's supposed to be.

Me: It's just in that kitchen cupboard.

GH: It's not in the cupboard. I looked there.

Me: Could it be in the back, maybe?

GH: I pulled everything out, it's not THERE. Did you put it in your purse or something?

Me: Sweetie, it's a Costco-sized bottle of ibuprofin with a missing lid. I promise it's not in my bag. There's nowhere else it would be but in that cabinet.

GH: Wrassle wrassle fargarrreaarreellooooll

Me: I'm so sorry, I don't know what to tell you.

GH:--Fine.

Click.

I couldn't of course say the words I wanted to, which were something like, "I'm sure the bottle is right there but you're not seeing it because your very real pain and tiredness has made you stupid and also blind." People don't like to hear this.

On my lunch break I went home to be sure he wasn't writhing on the floor in agony. First thing I saw on the kitchen counter was the bottle of ibuprofin (had been on the bottom right back shelf in the cupboard) and a pack of sleeping pills. I figured I'd better just leave him alone, because if I woke him up after all that he might try the front door move on me.

The point is, we'd better never be sick at the same time or we may not come out alive.

One more amazing outfit in my wardrobe

Today, during Patient Care practical lesson, we had to learn how to put on those kickass callous looking surgical gown and all that jazz. It was a great experience because it makes one feel like a doctor almost immediately. Ignoring that aspect, I have to say it is not as simple as you would see it on TV where they just slip it on and off within seconds without any hassle. It really requires a certain level of thinking regarding on which side/which corner of the gown or the apparel to touch and the sequence of dressing up and removing. Especially for the gloves and the cuff of the gown, that part is tricky. =\

To identify Ling: Look for a \m/.

Now, that I have acquired a set of the gown, my mind is concoting several ways to use it to sinister uses *photoshoot* *flourish videos*. That will be interesting. I just need some red liquid and some scalpels. Muahaha! No, I kid. =P

But I have no idea but the process of wearing that gives me a special sense of calmness. :o

Amongst other news, looks like Ling has got to remain phone-less until tomorrow evening, for the incompetent repair service is going to take 2 days. My third service within a year! I vowed to myself that I will not procure a Zero Dollar phone the next time, there are bound to be problems.

Wednesday, 12 November 2008

I Will Derive!

To all the mathematics denizens out there who read this blog, you will love this!

That just made me want to do some maths now.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Sucking hardcore at NaBloPoMo

Or whatever it is.

Of course, I didn't actually know this was the month where you're supposed to post every day until I noticed that everyone else seemed to be doing it. Sigh. Only I'm going to let the election post count as, like, THREE posts because of the amount of comments and traffic it got from lovely, lovely people. So there.

I'm going to take a page out of the lovely and talented FoxyJ's book and do a meme, because even though it's late and my head is fuzzy and I'm going to be hating myself in the morning, these slackish ways have got to stop.

*FOODOLOGY*

What is your salad dressing of choice? Right now it's this wickedawesome stuff I got at Sunflower Farmer's Market (seriously, go there, for lo it is awesome) called Drew's All Natural Thai Sesame Lime.

What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? The favorite restaurant I'll be sitting down in this weekend is Greg's Restaurant at UVU with Foodie, Kristen, and Yankee Girl for some Eye-talian cuisine. Could not be more excited. It's been nearly two years since our last visit, so yeah, way overdue.

What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? Right now it's avocados, which I never thought I liked until I started getting them at Sunflower for 33 cents each (yeah, you heard me) and making my own guacamole (lime juice, sea salt, fresh-ground pepper, onion powder) with them. Turns out that they do NOT taste like green lipstick, but rather green bits of sexy heaven that cause me to bare my teeth at anyone who gets too close to the bowl.

What are your pizza toppings of choice? I like me the estrogen toppings--artichoke hearts, mascarpone cheese, mushrooms, 6 kinds of cheese, etc.

What do you like to put on your toast? Babies.


*TECHNOLOGY*

What is your wallpaper on your computer? The awesome b&w making-out-in-stacks engagement pic.

How many televisions are in your house? One, and I had to get rid of TWO OTHERS to get it down to that. Sigh. The things I have to go through to be a pretentious minimalist, I swear.

What color cell phone do you have? Red


*BIOLOGY*

Are you right-handed or left-handed? Claw-handed.

Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Just my will to live, on occasion. And some moles. And pelts of hair.

What is the last heavy item you lifted? My brother, but he wasn't actually that heavy.

Have you ever been knocked unconscious? No, but it's a miracle the way I keep bumping into things.


*BULLCRAPOLOGY*

If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? Only if it were going to happen in the next---wait, haven't I answered some of these questions before? Crap a duck . . . oh well. Onward.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to? Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1,000? Nope, but I bet your mom would.

21st century isolation

So my handphone decided to play dead on me 2 days back, or the network provider. Either one. Rendering me incapable of sending out text messages. Agonising it is, to keep looking at the screen, hoping the damned messages will disappear from the outbox, every few hours for 2 days. So, being unable to send out messages, I logically would recieve none in return as well. I spent 2 days in handphone-silence, feeling myself getting out of touch, then gradually making me feel burdened and unburdened at the same time. Burdened; because I am now crippled by this inability to communciate in a fast manner. Unburdened; because I can now stop investing the time and effort to even look at the phone if there are new messages, it feels odd, something like taking a mini mind-vacation off the tasks of committing my thumbs to the keypad.

Thus, the title of this post - 21st century isolation. You are surrounded by people, but you are silent, you communicate with your mobile instead. Once deprived of that tool, the isolation kicks in full swing, you go batshit (I told myself not to, instead to just see how this could give me new insights), the people around you gets non-existent. You are isolated.

While heading home just now after a long day in school (I cannot say it's gruelling because nothing is more gruelling than JC, so long would contend), I was dragging my body home listening to Burzum's Det Som En Gang Var on a damp leaf-strewn lonely dark stretch of road. To add to the 21st century isolation I was experiencing, I was feeling really inhumane. That is pretty cool. =P

Monday, 10 November 2008

Kings Field: The Ancient City - PS2 | NTSC


Tamanho: 401MB
Sistema: NTSC


Part01 - Part02 - Part03 - Part04 - Part05
Senha para descompactar: www.centralderoms.com

Spider-Man: Web of Shadows - PS2 | NTSC


Tamanho: 339MB
Sistema: NTSC

Friday, 7 November 2008

Wanna hear something that does not so much make my day

I mean, unless I want my day to be full of reminders about how we seem to be sinking as a people.

The other day I walk out from the staff workroom after storytime to head back and take my seat at the Information Desk. As I approach I realize that there is a toddler at the desk tugging at and playing with the book scanner next to my computer, which is a $400 piece of equipment. I rush over and am like, "Heeeeeeey little guy, let's find your mom." Because this did happen at my old place. Moms would take their eyes off the kid for approximately .0043 seconds and the next thing you know the kid is in my vacant chair, scanning books and blogging and answering reference questions. Then mom rushes over to fetch said child and we share a chuckle about how darn speedy these tykes are.

This time, when I looked around for mom, I saw her standing there there next to my desk, holding an infant. In response to The Eyebrow she looked at her son and started saying words like, "Okay, now, you can't be back there. . . . . I need you to come out from there . . . . Sweetheart, I need you to come with mommy." All while not making a move towards him.

Which, yeah. We don't play that.

So even though I try to be careful about the whole "touching other people's kids" thing I leaned down, grabbed him nicely under the armpits, hauled him up and dropped him next to her, and then turned my back on the both of them to keep from giving the lady more Eyebrow.

I mean really. Is it easier to just grab your kid or to pay for broken electronics? Was she afraid that she was going to damage his self-esteem or somehow shame him socially if she simply took him by the hand and led him away? I have no idea. My only guess is that she was somehow strung out on allergy medication and was therefore in some sort of fog state.

Satyricon Live in New Delhi, India

This is not fair. Totally not fair.

Satyricon! India?! Satyricon? INDIA?! First they have Iron Maiden, and now of all things, black metal - Satyricon?

Ling is fuming. *makes guttural noises*

Oh wait, I shall treat this as a good thing as bands are starting to play in more far-fetch areas *Asia - Singapore* instead of always touring for 6 thousand times in the Europe and 10 thousand times in America in a year. I kid about the figures, but yeah, they are definitely over performing in Europe. Vika told me bands could come to the same country for more than 3 times a year for a concert, that's why she got bored of gigs. Blasphemy! Gigs are like sacred moments! Hmphmh!

Ah wells. I don't really like to mix with kids who thinks they are "satanic", "aryan", "pagan" , "br00tal" who own 258732 band t-shirts. Come on, you are a fucking Chinese in Singapore. Just listen for the aesthetic quality. =\

Oh, I got reminded that there will a congregation of metalcore kids tomorrow at Fort Canning for the Taste of Chaos tour thing. *mental note: avoid that place*

In other pleasant news, Rammstein just announced that they have started recording their new 6th studio album. Es ist gut! I will never need to worry about Rammstein, they are one of the most consistent bands out there (other contenders of my opinion are Pain, Immortal and Falkenbach). Can't wait!

Thursday, 6 November 2008

Well THAT was exciting

So I was really, really surprised and impressed by how many people commented on that last post. I was expecting it to a) be ignored, which is fine, or b) become a bashing session, which is not so much. Thanks to everyone who made the discussion so much more constructive and inspiring.

Now we can get back to the part where I point things out and we all laugh and make fun of them.

Positivity


Suede - Positivity

You say what you want to say
Your diamonds are drops of rain
Your smile is your credit card
Your currency is your love

And the morning is for you
And the air is free
And the birds sing for you
And your positivity

You play where you want to play
On the main streets where the creeps all prey
And you can feel like you're in dynasty
You could be what you want to be

And the morning is for you
And the air is free
And the birds sing for you
And your positivity

And the cars crash for you
And the sunshine is free
And the sirens call you

Yes, the morning is for you
Yes, the air is free
Yes, the world spins for you
And your positivity
Positivity
----------------------------

That is a song of which I listened to for a brief moment during my lower secondary school days, hooked it up again recently. It's been a long time since I felt so calmly inspired by a song, since John Lennon's Imagine. It feels good to feel inspired again.

It tells you happiness and a positive attitude all depend and derive from a change of our habitual perception of the world, which is usually a negative one.

So, what has a song got to relate to me? Well, I am slightly overwhelmed by the speed of pleasant things that are occurring to me recently, ranging from human relations to flourishing to an inherent individual level.

Number #1 - Apparently, MTV really like card flourishing, they are going to feature the classic Jam Time video (of which I have submitted due to their request) as a Video of The Week at MTV Best Show Ever. This is awesome enough news, let alone that they are going to send a limited edition Swatch watch for that video submission. Haha!

Number #2 - Card flourishing related again. I might appear on Okto channel doing flourishes in a Live broadcast show.

Number #3 - I really enjoy the company of friend(s) *Drasula* I have now.

The first 2 occurred in rapid succession in just 2 days. O_o

Now, Ling, you are a mere mortal and please get back to Earth now.

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

Curse: The Eye Of Isis - PS2 | NTSC


Tamanho: 214MB
Sistema: NTSC

Why I am glad today is Election Day

1. SNL can go back to sucking and that will be one less thing for me to watch each week.

2. I'm wearing a cool sticker that proclaims me a voter.

3. We can start getting more puppies & kitties stories in the news. (Note: GH is not excited about this, since he's the one who has to find and write the puppies & kitties stories.)

4. It will possibly be another 4 years before I have to listen to people at church talk about how you can't be a good Mormon and a Democrat. And how this is no time for wishy-washiness, because if you dig deep you'll see that Obama is actually a communist and that's why you can't vote for him.

5. It will possibly be another 4 years before I have to listen to people assume that because I am a Utah resident and a Mormon that I automatically share their political views and will be therefore happy to listen to them spout off, uninvited, when I can't get away and don't want a fight.

My point is this. I'm tired of things being so imbalanced. I want balance, people. I think we need balance. Balance is the whole point of a 2-party system, with there being enough back and forth that you eventually find solutions that will benefit the largest number of people. And I am so, so, SO over the "if you don't vote for the same person I'm voting for then that means you don't actually love Jesus" refrain. Because hi, this is just one more example of SOMETHING THAT IS NO ONE ELSE'S D*MN BUSINESS being used as some sort of spirituality judgment tool, when we don't actually need to be judging each other in the first place. I've already been through that with the "Why are you still single?" and I'm sure I'll get it with the "Why don't you have (enough) kids yet?" and I don't actually need one more. And anyway, my response will always be the same:

SUCK.
IT.

But back on the issue of balance. A few days ago GH pointed out a very interesting article to me. You can read the entire thing at LDSLiving, but in 1998 Elder Marlin K. Jensen (then a member of the Church's Public Affairs Committee) was interviewed by the Salt Lake Tribune at the request of church official on "the topic of partisan imbalance in Utah and among LDS members."
Elder Jensen gave these as concerns the brethren have about the apparent demise of the 2-party system among United States Mormons.

-- The LDS Church's reputation as a one-party monolith is damaging in the long run because of the seesaw fortunes of the national political parties.

-- The overwhelming Republican bent of LDS members in Utah and the Intermountain West undermines the checks-and-balances principle of democratic government.

-- Any notion that it is impossible to be a Democrat and a good Mormon is wrongheaded and should be "obliterated."

-- Faithful LDS members have a moral obligation to actively participate in politics and civic affairs, a duty many have neglected.


So get this, how often do presidential candidates visit Utah? Pretty much never. Do they ever even mention Utah? No, because they don't have to. Utah is a done deal. Everyone knows UT will go Republican no matter what, and that it will continue to go Republican even if the candidates do a piss-poor job and don't live up to their promises. So they don't have to care about what we want or what our issues are or whether we're happy with their leadership. We don't actually matter.

And on the State level, there have been disadvantages to having Republican-only leadership, no matter how good that leadership may be. Elder Jensen gives a few examples of ways that "long-range planning issues" have suffered, like "open-space preservation and land-use planning," with a specific example being the crappy all-at-once construction on I-15. Jensen maintains that if there had been more balance in the state legislature, these issues would have been hashed out beforehand, "rather than being allowed to wait until we reached a crisis situation." Another example I think of is the educational system in the state. We hear teachers and parents moan about how under-funded the schools are and how poorly teachers are paid, but wouldn't it be Democrats who are more likely to push for funding increases?

Another quote from the article:

Jensen said concerns exist on two levels about the unofficial linkage of the Republican Party and Mormon Church.

One is the fear that by being closely identified with one political party, the church's national reputation and influence is subject to the roller-coaster turns and dips of that partisan organization. Also bothersome is that the uncontested dominance of the Republican Party in Utah deprives residents of the debate and competition of ideas that underlie good government.

"There is a feeling that even nationally as a church, it's not in our best interest to be known as a one-party church," Jensen said. "The national fortunes of the parties ebb and flow. Whereas the Republicans may clearly have the upper hand today, in another 10 years they may not."

I know many US Mormons don't consider the Democratic party because they don't feel it represents their values in areas like abortion or same-sex issues. Only here's the thing--no one party is going to fit everything that you believe. And it will definitely never represent your LDS values if there are no LDS people involved in it. I'm not saying this is about joining the enemy camp just because, but if you find that the Democratic Party or your local Democratic candidates match up with your views on education, taxation, energy, health care, the environment, and whatever else, then you may want to take a second look. For example, the Utah County Democrats are pro-life. Because you can be pro-life and a Democrat. You may also want to take a look at which issues are more likely to affect your life in the next 4-8 years. I doubt abortion is going to be tackled either way by either candidate. They have too many other things to deal with--I bet they're going to state their position and then leave it be. Because who wants to invite THAT crapstorm? I'm more concerned about things like what the NCLB-teach-to-the-test educational system is going to be like when my kids start school, and whether we're still going to be pouring troops into Iraq and Afghanistan, and if I'm going to be able to afford health care, or buy a house, or save for retirement. And I'll go with whichever party has a plan that aligns with my ideas of what should be done.

Please don't take this to mean that I think I have all the answers. I absolutely do not, and I've only started evaluating my own political views in the last couple of years. So clearly I have work to do. And this isn't really me trying to lecture so much as it is me working through some things I've been thinking about and discussing with friends in the last several months. And I'd like to hear what you're coming up with as well. I just think it's odd that a group of people (specifically Mormons) can disagree and have different viewpoints on so many things, but are somehow magically aligned (or are "supposed" to be) when it comes to politics. I also wonder why some of us are so threatened about the idea of political differences within the church. Are we the same ones who feel threatened if people don't make the same decisions we do about where to live, when to marry, and how to plan and raise our families? I think there are a lot of correct choices here, and they don't all have to be the same one.

Anyway, Happy Election Day!


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