Saturday, September 29, 2007

to build a home



I hate chin ups.

Mounting the bar must be the singularly most energy-expenditing event, space travel edging it out but just barely.

I see all my friends doing their chin ups. They reached their limit but always without fail try to squeeze out one more, usually by attempting to slither up the air. When I do chin-ups, I dismount after comfortably completing 10 reps. I don't even think of trying for one more.

It also seems that no matter how much effort I put in the gym, I'm only good for 10.

I hate chin ups.

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I think chin ups are like life.

No matter how much effort you can put into something, the end is always pre-determined. You can never change an outcome. Over and over again. The eternal return of doom and gloom. Happy endings are things that exist only for other people; I've tried, very hard, too hard, , too many times and here I, plunged painfully right back to the beginning.

it's been a good life, almost 24 years of it. It can only go downhill from here.

I think I would like to dismount liao.

Friday, September 28, 2007

time of death

my logistics manager: The neighbour informed me that Client XXX passed away liao.

Me: Ok.

manager: ermmmm.. then how?

me: deactivate all his services lor.

manager: Ok but you have to write me a com[munication] form?

me: What? You want me to write a com form to you to tell you what you told me?

manager: yah. this kind of news i only hear from the neighbours. You are the social worker. This kind of thing only you know.

me: ok

*put down phone.

*scream

resignation letters: always good to have one on hand.

Friday, September 21, 2007

in the news: silly health survey

The Straits Times recently reported that based on a global online survey, 4 out of 10 Singaporeans suffer from either the flu or sore throat. And only 1 out of 10 is shameless enough to say he's totally healthy. 26,500 people replied, with 500 Singaporeans so that means 200 Singaporeans are sick with flu or sore throat?

Seriously I have no idea what the survey is mentioning because that's all the article mentions. It doesn't even mention what is the time frame for the illness to occur, which I would think is pretty important; your figures are surely gonna vary if you ask what illness a person has within one week, one month or one year time frame.

And online sampling must be the worst sampling method ever.

Obviously the type of people who answer online surveys are the type who are generally good at computers, and nobody ever got good at computers going to the gym.

When I fall sick, I tend to do bo liao things like answering online surveys.

When I fall sick, I tend to do pity seeking things like answering online surveys about my health.

help unlock the second prison

The Yellow Ribbon Project.

They should get Durai to be their mascot. Got racial harmony component some more.

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Personally I'm not a fan of the project [big shock].

1. You put people behind bars, you're the one that stick the stigma on them.

2. So you tell me what I should not mind by pointing out all the things I should mind. I always wonder how that worked.

3. Finally, I strongly suspect if I had a degree and went to jail before, I don't think I will have that tough a time finding work. I think the problem is more of a qualification issue, which of course isn't an issue here, because qualifications are the way our meritocratic society sieves people and decides who gets PA and who decides how much PA is.

beware the spouse who never gets angry

Mack said to his partner Gabriel, 'When I get mad at you, you never fight back. How do you control your anger?'

Gabriel replies, 'Simple, I clean the toilet.'

Mack asks, 'And how the heck is that supposed to help?'

'I use your toothbrush.'

empiricist by birth, constructivist by convenience

My friend says: I'm an academic cheat, very much like how you distribute pirated mac app. We're going to be together for a long time.

Me: Distribution is such a strong word. I prefer to think of it as carelessly leaving my stuff on your table.

Friend: I'm an empiricist, not constructivist. A transaction, by any other name, is still a transaction. Heading to school. Hope I don't murder anyone along the way.

Me: I'm into peddling pirated psy e-books now. Can i interest you in a pdf of the dsm iv? Fully searchable wor.

Friend: yes yes yes yes :-)

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Odie my colleague says to her clients, 'how pregnant are you?'

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

At 1 pm in the afternoon, my mum asks, "Why are you still at home ar? You on leave ar?"

Me: No ar

Mum: Den?

Me: My boss is.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

desire



My credit card is somersaulting in my wallet.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

stark

I learnt today, as big as I have grown, and got all graduated, some more with a job that looks after other people's lives, and I know so many things that people can even begin to imagine, in the end, it's dad that has to bail me out.

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You know on television, especially on those taiwanese dramas, some tragic character stations herself in front of your parked car so you can't drive out and turn away, forcing the erstwhile protagonist to come out of the car to talk some sense.

With some fine motor control, you can actually not let these tragic damsels get their way. Slightly hit the accelerator and before the car moves, hit the brakes. The momentum that was supposed to move the car would not be able to move the car forward, but it will have nowhere to go but thrusting the metal body of the car somewhat forward, nudging the person back, at which point you can quickly accelerate to move car forward to make up ground. Repeat until car has enough space to turn out. Sweetener: Before turning, make a feint that you're gonna go forward again and watch as said damsel recoil and unable to react as you swiftly turn away.

They don't teach that in driving school.

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Way to go dad!