Saturday, March 31, 2007

A Buzz From Leion.

Slogged till 9.30pm today without stopping. (yes, i'd forgotten about lunch again)

Bushed and worn out, it didn't help that I was running a slight fever and the sniffles were making their presence felt. (You know what happens once my nose starts to drip!)

I had a stack of compositions to mark and return to the pupils currently under my training course. It wasn't a problem, save for the fact that I'd have to stir at 6am.

Hunger. Stress. Work. Limited Time.

Then, a smile broke out amidst the frenzy.

Leion had called as promised! All the way from Oz! It was really good to hear your voice again, hao peng you! Apologies for not being able to rattle as long as I'd like to due to pressing work schedule!

Thanks for the sweet effort! =)
[p/s: sweet dreams now... lights out! Less than 5 hours of sleep left!]

Friday, March 30, 2007

There Are...

For Everyone!

L is for Leion, my hao peng you.

It's been a few weeks since Leion's left for Oz.

While email is available, he is neither online nor contactable on his local cell phone. Neither has his blog been updated.

One of my key pillars in life, alongside the likes of Kris & Alex, these three never fail to keep me rooted and are unafraid to express their opinions, even though the truth can be unpleasant at times. I call them my Tripod Stand.

With Kris in Melbourne and Leion in Sydney, I'm left with Alex who's busy juggling work with his CSR duties. I used to call Kris at any time of the day just to talk and vice versa. Alex has the knack of cracking me up with loads of nonsense even though I may be bogged by other worries. -Big Hugs for Botokoo-

With Kris and Leion gone, there's a weird void. Perhaps I've become dependent on them subconsciously, running to these good friends whenever I encounter a problem. Leion and I would share our frustrations with each other on a daily (when possible) basis or whine about certain pressing issues. In short, Leion's a very dear friend.

Hao peng you, you're really missed here.
Counting down to May when you'll return.

Goodnight, wherever you may be in Sydney.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

"爱 我 非你莫属..."

A picture paints a thousand words.

A scent triggers off memories.

For me, I'm sensitive to the lyrics and rhapsodies of songs. I'm open to most genres of music, save for trance, house and heavy metal. Soppy saccharine ballads with R&B nuances are almost failproof.

Here's my staple of the week - 非你莫属. Its singular infectious line replays itself incessantly in my head, "爱 我 非你莫属..."

Listen to the song here


Or watch the music video (the storyline's a little lame though)


你知道吗?
我很喜欢牵着你的手的感觉
发生什么样子
好希望再来一次

1st Stanza
懂得让我微笑的人
再没有谁比你有天份
轻易闯进我的心门
明天的美梦你完成

整个宇宙浩瀚无边的尽头
每颗渺小星球全都绕着你走

Chorus
爱我非你莫属
我只愿守护
由你给我的幸福

爱我非你莫属
也许会笑着哭
但那人是你所以不怕苦

2nd Stanza
懂得让我流泪的人
给的感动一定是最深
在我心中留下伤痕
你同时点亮了星辰

整个宇宙浩瀚无边的尽头
每颗渺小星球全都绕着你走

Bridge
那麽多相遇偏偏只和你天造地设般产生奇迹
哦我心的缝隙
我想除了你
任谁也无法填补这空虚

Spaced Out.

Talk about spacing out! What would she give to be free from her shoes now.

Shuttle delay means Williams could set space record
(Read full article here.)

Astronaut Sunita Williams is stuck in space as repairs are being made to the space shuttle, but the extended stay could net her a place in the record books.

She flew up to the international space station last December planning to come home in early July after a seven-month stay. But a hail storm that damaged the fuel tank of the space shuttle Atlantis has knocked NASA's flight schedule for the year out of whack.

Her ticket home, space shuttle Endeavour, will now get off the ground several weeks later than its originally scheduled June 28 launch.

During her longer stay in space, Williams is expected to break the U.S. record for continuous time in space. Her current crew mate, Michael Lopez-Alegria, will set that record when he returns to Earth on April 20 in a Russian Soyuz vehicle with 214 days in space. The longest stay in space was 437 days by Russian Valeri Polyakov.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Tipper Typer Tip Tip Toe!

Utopia

Reality

Over the next two weeks, I would need to drench myself in lots and lots of tea. Particularly after the March holidays, I've been anchored by work. Save for the time with Daniel, I've had no life on weekdays. My phase of "no life" will stretch till mid-April, after which a short business trip would present a getaway (I hope!) and a new cycle of "no life" would manifest itself again.

Meanwhile, it's 3.25am. I've just sifted through a thorough English lesson plan with accompanying worksheets. Sleep? What sleep? 40 winks would do me good.

Bring on the tea!



[**Note to Daniel: If I should forget to bid you goodbye for your upcoming business trip, here's where & when you'll know I remembered....for now. =) ]

A Not-So-Little Buddy.


Hello, Rocky! =)

Monday, March 26, 2007

All Dolled Up.






On a given working day, this would be Mich in Doll Land.
Create your own doll here.
Have fun! =)

Thursday, March 22, 2007

D is for Daniel.


D is for Daniel.
D is for Dinner.
D is for Drinks.
D is for Dessert.

Any surprise that the four were strung together in a night? I should think not.

Of Indian sandalwood bookmark, Indonesian Hello Panda, Jack's Place dinner treat & bike ride home aside, thanks for Daniel's wonderful company! =)

[Hope the Polo Ralph really fits you to a tee!]

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Rachael Yamagata - The Reason Why

Apparently a huge fan of Rachael Yamagata's "Quiet" which I'd posted earlier, I had no idea that my other staple "The Reason Why" was performed & plugged during an episode of the OC! Beautifully aching, its strains emit immense poignance. Hurry & click to listen! =)



Rachael Yamagata - The Reason Why
(click here to listen to the full song)


I think about how it might have been
We'd spend out days traveling
It's not that I don't understand you
It's not that I don't want to be with you
But you only wanted me
The way you wanted me

So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
And we can hang out heads down
As we skip the goodbyes
And you can tell the world what you want them to hear
I've got nothing left to lose, my dear
So, I'm up for the little white lies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there
I'm gone, and you're still there
I'm gone, and you're still there

I'll buy a magazine searching for your face
From coast to coast, or whatever I find my place
I'll track you on the radios, and
I'll sign your list in a different name
But as close as I come to you
It's not the same

So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back
As say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there
I'm gone, and you're still there
I'm gone, and you're still there

So, steal the show, and do your best
To cover the tracks that I have left
I wish you well and hope you find
Whatever you're looking for
The way I might've changed my mind,
But you only showed my the door

So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back
And say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I, you and I know the reason why

Monday, March 19, 2007

Derek Walcott - Tiepolo's Hound

In true Walcott fashion, the sharp intelligence manifests in a casual, yet titillating manner, exhibiting form and content particularly with alternate rhyming couplets. Enjoy this extract!

Derek Walcott
1992 Nobel Prize in Literature
Tiepolo's Hound (2000)


But isn’t that the exact perspective of loss,
that the loved one’s features blur, in dimming detail,

the smile with its dimpled corners, her teasing voice
rasping with affection, as Time draws its veil,

until all you remember are her young knees
gleaming from an olive dress, her way of walking,

as if on a page of self-arranging trees,
hair a gold knot, rose petals silently talking?

I catch an emerald sleeve, light knits her hair,
in a garland of sculpted braids, her burnt cheeks;

catch her sweet breath, be the blest on near her
at that Lucullan table, lean when she speaks,

as clouds of centuries pass over the brilliant ground
of the fresco’s meats and linen, while her wrist

in my forced memory caresses and arched hound,
as all its figures melt in the fresco’s mist.

Options.

This brings on a smile for the next 20 seconds or so.

Friday, March 16, 2007

MSN Down Up!

Something's wrong with my MSN. I'm unable to establish a connection as the error message displays erroneous firewall & key port settings. Fiddling around with it garnered me nothing but frustration.

I guess I'll be out of action on MSN for some time, unless eBuddy permits a stable connection.

Just as well.


Tenacity was key in getting MSN Live Messenger to work again.
Keep counting till the sum tallies.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Cry A Beginning.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

"How Come He Don't Want Me, Man?"

A rather moving scene from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air as Will's father leaves him.(hands up all you twenty & thirty-somethings who recall watching Will Smith way before he hit the big screen). It ends with Will ranting with bravado before whimpering, "How come he don't want me, man?" and breaks down in his uncle's arms.

Warning: May hit a raw nerve. It did for me.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Girls' Night Out!

Girls' Night Out!
dbl O

11pm - 4am

silly poses at the istana park & dbl O

my La Senza splurge while waiting for Ting at Plaza Singapura


An otherwise fantastic time on the dance floor was marred by a stranger who placed his hands around my waist and moved southwards while gyrating against my rump. Y-U-C-K-S. It was in tasteless fashion. Thankfully, Vern smacked his hands away with each returning attempt. Ting scarcely escaped when another guy tried to plant his unwanted lips on her face and she ducked away in time. We spotted a lady of gargantuan proportions who was decked in a white sports bra and black shorts. Miss Attention-whore tried to get the dance floor going initially to no avail. The pounding of jiggly flab didn't quite assist her, I guess. Despite these minor hiccups, the three of us had a great time!

Hello Daniel, Goodbye Leion!

10 March 2007, Saturday
After 6 weeks of frenzy at work, it's finally time to say, "Welcome home, Daniel!"

11 March 2007, Sunday
Goodbye "larling" Leion! Will miss your daily rants for the next 8 weeks while you're in Sydney! =sobs=

Friday, March 09, 2007

Kerching!

I've been approached to be poached.

A former colleague has expressed interest in hiring me as an English specialist / trainer.

Perks:
  • 30% pay increment
  • monthly bonus for full attendance
  • less punishing workload (note: less is in relativity. It does not mean there's no work to be done.)
  • 5-day work week.
  • no more red tape & silly justifications reiterating "we do it because it has always been done this way."
  • allows me to revel & specialize in what I teach best - English!

The Downside:

  • no medical benefits
  • no performance bonus (bye bye, April!)
  • no Connect Plan

After working it out, the total gross annual income would overshadow the current income (with the current bonuses taken into account).

Should I take up this offer?

Abe's Discomfort With Comfort Women

Philip J Cunningham is a freelance writer and political commentator. Boy is he one who does not mince his words!

Taken from Bangkok Post:
Abe's discomfort with comfort women

The political men of today's Japan are understandably upset by the foreign media 'propaganda' about the so-called 'coercion of comfort women' during World War TwoBy PHILIP J CUNNINGHAM

[ The main problem with Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe's incendiary comments on ''comfort women'' _ suggesting that Chinese and Korean girls were not coerced into servicing Japanese soldiers _ is that his remarks were taken out of context. What he had to say would have sounded better in a bar, or better yet a hostess club frequented by right-leaning politicos, cigarette in one hand, whiskey in the other. In such a controlled environment, he wouldn't have been so quickly misunderstood.

Whenever Tokyo's right-wing war-whitewashers characterise the downtrodden sex slaves as yen-hungry prostitutes who voluntarily, indeed eagerly, trailed after the noble and heroic young Japanese nationalists who were busy invading and occupying Korea, China, Hong Kong, the Philippines, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Siam, Malaya, Singapore, Indonesia and Burma, not to mention fighting enemy America for control of every other island in the Pacific _ a technically impressive effort for the somewhat less than impressive goal of making East Asia safe for Japanese prosperity _ they get a predictable rise out of the non-Japanese media, though much less is made of it in Japan.

Japan's post-war baby-boomers, especially well-heeled Japanese pols of Mr Abe's generation, know a thing or two about women and comfort because they are of an age where it is not uncommon to spend much of what little free time one has being pampered by them in hostess clubs.

And it is this luxurious lifestyle that makes for alchohol-fuelled insights into human nature, insights which help one to reconstruct contested historical issues, if only as an extension of one's own narrow but comfortable life and lifestyle.

What man doesn't want to unwind after work in a dimly-lit room lined with soft sofas, attended to by sexy young things supervised by an eagle-eyed mamasan who knows just what her customers want?

What better atmosphere to freely talk the down and dirty of business and politics than a Japanese-only club? What better place to lament about how foreigners are ruining the purity of Japan than a dark bar where young Korean, Chinese, Thai and Filipino females attend to creature comforts, pour drinks and giggle in the darkness?

While shapely young things in uncomfortably tight dresses hand out hot moist towels, attentively light cigarettes, obediently wipe ashtrays and kneel and crouch in appropriate awe, the grandchildren of Japan's greatest generation, dream up schemes to restore broken Yamato pride.

After a brief round of melancholy, nostalgic karaoke ballads, what better time to discuss the lack of patriotism and shocking disregard today's youth has for the sacrifices of the old generation?
Make today's youth stand up for the flag, one might say, raising a shot glass high above the low table. Give them textbooks we can be proud of, another might add, clinking glass to signal bottom's up.

Through a veil of smoke and inhibition-releasing shots of mizu-wari, the men collectively bemoan the rise of China while cuddling next to qi-pao clad hostesses.

Irrasshaimase!!! the girls shout in imperfect unison, greeting a late arrival. In walks another regular, necktie loosened, newspaper in hand, breaking the spell.

Look at this. More foreign media propaganda about the so-called ''coercion'' of comfort women, he complains. Our patriotic prime minister chooses his words carefully, trying to please the foreigners, and he still gets no respect.

Coercion of women? What is that supposed to mean? Is this not yet another dagger impugning the dignity of Japan's Imperial Army?

What are they saying, that the hardy boys fighting under the blinding red sun of the Hinomaru flag had to push girls around to pillow them?

The conversation deepens. What kind of self-respecting sex workers would have the nerve to ask for money and an apology after all these years? Were the brothel workers not poor, semi-illiterate girls who were gently lifted from their impoverished homes and homelands, bestowed with the flattering assignment to ''follow'' the troops?

Coercion my foot!

It was a business opportunity, wasn't it? Nothing more, nothing less. How unchivalrous to blame the ardent young soldiers, poor boys no more in control of their fate than petals blown off a sakura tree in a spring storm. Who can blame them for cherishing a quick female embrace before plying the sea and sky?

So-desu ne. The Japanese Imperial Army had no hesitation about roping men into doing a man's work, why all the noise, so many years later, about getting some idle, ignorant girls to do their part for the glory of greater Japan?

Japan has been at peace for 60 years, during which time the Communists have gotten away with killing millions and the Americans invade where they will. What's the world coming to?
This is our land, is it not? Japan, the pristine land that has belonged to the Yamato man since time immemorial, right? Just like the education minister says? Kampai!

How the world misunderstands the gentlemen of Japan!

The men pay their bills and disperse, helped into taxis by attentive hostesses who see them off longingly as they return to the home front.

What a beautiful world it would be if it wasn't for the... for the... well, whatever. Life is good. But where are the sakura petals of yesteryear? ]

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Reason.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Kristy Needs A Home.



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"We're trying to get her a place, or at least a nice down payment on a place. Currently she's still ill and very depressed. The doctor took us aside and told us that even though it looks like she will make it through the physical aspect, her mental state is keeping her from getting any better. She has nothing to look forward in the future. Everything she owns is in a few boxes in my parents garage. She's being fed by a machine that strapped to her back with a tube going into her intestines. She has no clear way of leaving my parents house. Giving her a place of her own will afford a NURSE (once she has the place, insurance will cover the nurse, until then, it's mom), and it will give her independence, and a jump start back to where her life once was. It will give her a piece of her life back. Any amount you can donate would be appreciated."

To donate via paypal or cheque, click here.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Me'- Kon deaw mai ngao tao sam kon (คนเดียวไม่เหงาเท่า 3 คน)



"อยู่ใกล้เธอแค่นี้ แค่นั่งอยู่ตรงข้ามกัน
yoo glai ter kae nee kae nang yoo dtrong kaam gan

แต่ในใจกลับเหมือนว่ามันช่างไกลเหลือเกิน
dtae nai jai glap meuan waa man chaang glai leua gern

มองเธอสบตากับเขา อย่างคนรู้ใจ
mong ter sop dtaa gap kao yaang kon roo jai

คงทนไหวถ้าฉันไม่เคยมีใจให้เธอ
kong ton wai taa chan mai koie mee jai hai ter"

If only.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Rachael Yamagata - Quiet (yes, again!)

The initial idea was to embed Rachael Yamagata's Quiet in place of Corrinne May's Same Side of the Moon. The catch was Yahoo Geocities had a limit of 5mb per upload while the intended mp3 was 8mb in size. Sourcing for files under 5mb came to a lull when I realised that those which met the criteria were abruptly stopped whilst the song was played. In addition, Multiply & eSnips had erratic / slow servers. Therefore, I'm embedding a widget here in its place.

8mb of server capacity & consistency for me, anyone?
-blinks-

That said, enjoy!
(The song takes a while to load on the widget. Allow the song to load completely before hitting the "play" button". Patience is key!)

Rachael Yamagata - Quiet

Baby says I can't come with him
And I had read all of this in his eyes
Long before he even said so.
Why go, I asked
You know and I know why

And it'll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
I don't expect anything
I don't expect anything

Take care. I've been hurt before
Too much time spent on closing doors
You may hate me, but I'll remember to love you
Goodbye
Don't cry
You know why

And it'll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
I don't expect anything
I don't expect anything

All the waves of blame arranged as broken scenery
As they steal your best memories away
What if I was someone different in your only history?
Would you feel the same?
As I walk out the door
Never to see your face again
Never to see your face again

Friday, March 02, 2007

The Difference - Mich

What a difference a year makes.
Rustling days shuttle between takes.
Picture perfect, poised to freeze
Encapsulated, not to be missed.

What a difference two years make.
Weary smiles lie in their wake.
Shuffling steps do they align
Away from that which is pined.

What a difference these years make.
Gaping words leave more to rake.
Memories do you count their shortfall,
The difference is, none at all.

-- Mich

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Where The Sidewalk Ends - Shel Silverstein