Can anyone explain this, please?

Anyone? Please?


In other news, two books I ordered from Amazon arrived.

In this giant box.

Books in box

I just started reading Slave: My True Story by Mende Nazer. About a little African girl who watched her village get burned and then got sold into slavery.

It’s so gripping and heart-wrenching that I stayed up reading till 5 am. And I want to forsake all my duties today and continue reading it.

But of course I won’t because I’m a very responsible person. (In case my bosses/sponsors/clients/potential benefactors are reading.)

In yet other news, someone in Plurk said something like, “Yay! It’s Wednesday already!”

My unspoken response is “Dammit, it’s Wednesday already. =(”


I do not like the passing of time. Unless I’m trapped in a dentist chair or something equally horrible, in which case, time is welcome to go as fast as it fancies, the faster the better.

Otherwise, I want a minute to be an hour. No, a minute to be a day.

Yep, I know you all want to kill me now.

But don’t forget to suggest your theories about the pencil before you do.

Have a good day!

The Goonfather gets a *bish*

I was staring at my monitor, wondering what to blog about.

I mean, I have lots of material, like my Kuching trip, but I wanted to write something short and sweet. I was in meetings all day and didn’t have the time to blog until now.

So I said to the Goonfather, “Hey, give me a one-line joke so I can blog it before the night is over and then we can watch TV together.”

He thought about it quite seriously. He scratched his chin and furrowed his brows in concentration.

After a minute, he said, “Okay. Put up a big pink poster with the words ‘Coming Soon'”.

“And what’s coming soon?” I asked.

“I dunno,” he said. “You’ll think of something later.”

The Goonfather gets another *bish* tonight.

First rule on the streets: Invent your own


Wow, I just found something that’s making a groupie out of me again (like how I inadvertently became a basketball groupie, chasing basketballers for photographs after a game).

I’m having an unexpected day off today, you see, so I went to poke around the Nike Tribes website. I’ve seen it mentioned in other blogs but didn’t have time to check it out until today.

I’m in love with street sports culture!

I’ve always liked street fashion because there’s creativity and individuality even in its conformity. Street sports is like an extension of that.

You know, every time I pass by skateboarders or inline-skaters having a skate fest in the streets, I always pause to watch with some wistfullness, always wishing I could be one of them.

I was into inline-skating for a time, but I finally gave up after getting too banged up from trying to perform crazy stunts. Pain doesn’t agree with me very much.

So, the fact that Nike (which everyone knows is my favourite sportswear brand) is endorsing street sports and has even dedicated an entire site to the youths who perpetuate this culture is quite exciting news for me (although it makes me die of envy because I can only be a spectator and not a player).

This is what the website looks like:

I like what Gerald said in an interview:

“You definitely see the world differently. You’ll suddenly notice kerbs, walls, rails, stairs, transitions, etc., like part of a huge playground.”

That is such a cool quote. I love when people give a different perspective on things.

Gerald is one of the stunt riders featured in the Nike Tribes website.

I don’t know if that’s Gerald in the above picture. It could be his bike buddy Chee Keong, who recently took part in the Asian X Games 2007 in Macau and took home a silver and bronze medal. Or it could be Huffy or Lawrence, the other two in the team.

I got all these photos off the Nike Tribes Facebook group and most of them are not tagged so I don’t know who’s who.

I also found these pictures with very cool slogans.

These boys are my latest heroes. If I were a bored teenaged girl with nothing to do after school, I would go stalk them and watch them play every day.

Haha, just kidding.

Being a stalker is boring. If I were still a teenager, I’d join in the fun myself and use the streets as my playground.

Nike calls this the “new generation of urban tribes”. Hence the name Nike Tribes. It’s made up of street skaters, riders, dancers and footballers, and I think it’s a very fitting name.

Well, I can’t join in the fun directly, being hopeless at extreme sports and dance, but I suppose I could troop down to a Nike shop and check out the gear. Shopping and buying clothes are certainly activities I’m good at. Haha.

At least I’m good at something!

Anyway, check out the Nike Tribes website for some cool videos of the urban tribes at play. Turn on your audio, too. It’ll make you wanna fly!

Well, it did to me.

Life is what you make of it

I was planning to do my Halloween blog today. But life plans always go awry, things never happen according to plan, wtf.

Life is too often a sad, cruel joke.

I’m posting this appeal, instead.

A friend of a leukemia patient is appealing for people to come forward to a Bone Marrow Donor Drive this Sunday.

I normally ignore such appeals because I’m afraid of pain and because I’m a cynical, cold-hearted, anti-life freak.

But this appeal comes from a friend.

It also comes to me at a time when I am re-evaluating myself, my life, my thoughts, my goals.

I have come to the conclusion that just because I’m anti-life, it doesn’t mean other people’s lives are not important to them.

I respect people’s wish to live and to live well. Shouldn’t I help if I can, no matter how small or insignificant that help may be?

So, I shall be going for the drive this Sunday. It’s only a little prick on the finger to test your blood for HLA type and to get on the database.

I hope to see you there.

Here’s the main thing you need to know:

Bone Marrow Donor Drive
Date: 5th November 2006 (Sunday)
Venue: Aramsa – The Garden Spa Function Room
Bishan Park II, 1382 Ang Mo Kio Ave 1
Time: 10am to 4pm

Background and details at Jaywalk’s blog.

Thank you for your kind attention.

How are you? You’re fine, thanks

I don’t understand well wishes.

“I wish you good luck.”

“I wish you a speedy recovery.”

“I wish you a happy new year.”

“Happy Birthday!”

“Bon Voyage!”

How does saying things like that make any difference to anyone’s life?

Is it that if I don’t wish you bon voyage, you’re going to have a totally miserable trip?

Is it that if more people wished you good luck, you’d have more good luck?

I feel fearful whenever I wish someone something because I would feel personally responsible if that something didn’t happen. It’s like my wish wasn’t good enough to come true.

I also feel silly because it’s foolish and even arrogant to think that when you say “I wish you all the best” to someone, that person will really get all the best.

Now, I think the general idea is that when you wish someone a good whatever, it’s like saying, “I care enough about you to want you to be well and happy, so if wishes do come true, I’d wish you a good whatever you want, to show that I care.”

But it’d be silly to say that whole chunk every time, so, naturally, people shorten it. But the trouble is that short phrases become cliches, and cliches get said without much thought to the intention behind the phrase.

It’s like “how are you”, which has got to be the most overused redundant phrase in the world.

Most people who use that phrase don’t really care how the person they’re asking after is. Some do, sure, but most don’t, especially when it’s directed at a stranger or acquaintance.

I know that if I started to tell some stranger about how I really felt, they’d stare at me like I was crazy. No matter they started it with the “how are you”.

“I feel like shit, man. My dog ate my passport (true story but not mine) and my washing machine went kaput. I broke two nails trying to wash my clothes manually, so now I’m off to the nail salon to get some nail extensions, which means that this month’s budget is going to hell and I won’t be getting that pair of shoes I’ve been eyeing all month, and also, my shitty back started acting up, so now I can’t go to the gym like I wanted to, bleh, which means I’m going to be fat for this Friday’s company function.”

Honestly. When you ask someone “how are you”, do you really want to hear all that?


Because if you did hear it, you’d have to say, “Aww, poor thing. I wish you good luck and hope that everything will be better soon.”

Well, it won’t, because you’re not a miracle worker.

The truth is, people hardly answer truthfully when they’re asked how they are. Children are given 10-year-series model answers to the question of: “How are you?”

They’re taught to say, “I’m fine, thank you,” and they have it memorised so well, they can’t say anything else.

It doesn’t matter if you’re really fine or not. You have to say “I’m fine, thank you” because it was drilled into you as a kid and it’s rude to say otherwise.

When you learn a foreign language for fun, they always teach you how to say “how are you” and answer “fine, thank you”. So you’re always fine, thank you, because you don’t know how to say anything else.

So we now have a world full of people greeting and wishing nice without really meaning it most of the time.

Perhaps it makes the world a better place when people keep their troubles at home. You go out and everything is peachy keen because people will ask you how are you and you’ll answer fine thank you and maybe you’ll start believing yourself after a while.

But it is totally senseless. I am annoyed at how senseless it is.

Every time you ask someone how he or she is, it’s the same damn answer.

Stop asking. You already know the answer. And stop saying happy new year because it doesn’t do a thing.

Why must we go through this charade every day of our life?

Unfortunately, that’s life, as they always like to say, and I’m kinda stuck here indefinitely, so I have to make like a normal human being, strange as it is.

So, here’s my frivolous wish for today.

I wish I didn’t have to sit through a five-hour drive every time I want to eat this: