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Thursday, June 08, 2006

During this time of the year, the GREAT SINGAPORE SALE is in full swing. And i'm not too happy about that. I hate the idea of myself trying to spend beyond my means and i hate the idea of others trying to drill into me the sense that if i don't do so, i'm prehistoric. I resent that. Making a little detour from the GSS, i must say that that's what my beautician keeps goading me with. Pay for the extra packages with installment plans. Indulge in this $600 plus whitening regime. why not why not? everyone is doing it. You must be joking: on a body that is made up of dust and that will be burnt (cremation: that's the way to go) at the end of the day? please.. once my package ends at that spa, i will not pay another cent to renew it anymore. Sure i'll be spending my money at another spa and perhaps i'm really vain about this pile of dust afterall. But it's about spending within my limits and not having to put up with people who constantly don't get that.

One thing i hate about sales is not that i have to que to buy or do anything. That's fine by me but it's the delusion that you're saving money when you're actually not. Sure the topshop underwear is having a 20% sale but seriously, do i need more underwear? "Yes you do." when i actually have more than enough of it. However, the red placard with the 20% in white bold font somehow displaces all rational thought and guess what, i end up spending money that i shouldn't have in the first place. Having fallen victim to that, i do not ever want to be duped again.

So what has peeved me immensely this morning and inspired this rant is this stupid coverage of the GSS in the Straits Times. Imagine devoting a good 40 pages to advertisements and tips on how to get a good bargin. Sounds like a dream? A tactical warfare on shops to get the best bargains and emerge victorious? Well no harm in turning over the first page and just reading to see the spoils..

But as i flipped through the section, i began to feel disgusted. The same marketing ploy of spending more than what you can afford, don't think just do it mentality irked me. The piece de resistance came in the form of this iconic bimbotic singaporean girl called Ms SAL (shop-a-lot) who dispensed shopping advice to the oh-so-common dilemmas of her clones. E.g.

What should I do if I see two items on sale and I really like both? This happens to me all the time! - Sophie's Choice
Sophie, Sophie... this is a no-brainer. Get both! The test is this: Can you imagine life without either of these items ("DUH! YES!" me)? I have a friend who sometimes can imagine life without a particular item, but she still buys it anyway. She is my hero.


God please help us. The next piece of advice was even more bimbotic, stereotypical and absolutely insulting to all sensible human beings. It even dispensed advice that encourages to a large extent, anorexic individuals. E.g.

It was love at first sight: A beautiful designer dress with the right cut and the right colour - and 70 per cent off the usual price. Unforunately, it was the last piece and one size too small. My husband said I shouldn't waste money on a dress that will not fit me exactly (excellent advice. now why is it the man who can think and not the woman. *grimace*). Now two days later, I wish I had bought the dress because I can't stop thinking about it. What should I have done(change that to "do" and get a life! Oops i forgot, this is your life.)?
Dear clone,
First things...never go shopping with your husband. He will just get in the way and spoil the entire sale experience with his constant whining and saving money (By the way, the stereotypical counterpart to Ms SAL is Mr (Save-a-lot). I can go on and on how this "Ms" term enforces this psychological barrier even between married women, but i digress..). Now the answer to your question. I always say that if you see a bargain, grab it immediately. Why? Because if you do not, you will regret later. So what if the dress is one size too small? (And for a moment i thought she was going to give some wonderful advice on how and where to alter the dress so it can fit and truly save money BUT...) A size is nothing. Just skip lunch. Besides, you can always give it away as a Christmas gift. At a 70 per cent discount, that dress is as good as free!


It is no wonder that with such a mentality, we as singaporeans are voting for political parties that can efficiently give us our lift upgradings and job bonuses and progress package. Our ideals are shaped by our materialistic desires. How can one possibly build a national identity based on materialism? The government bodies hardly see this as a contradiction. With the buzz word "globalisation" lifted up as a bastion of progress, we are inadvertently losing our souls. When will someone tell "the man" that identity is not something that the cogs in this economic engine can generate? A person's identity is not meant to be a marketable commodity. We can't hold onto the dream of economic prosperity and indulgence without losing grip on our soul and humanistic qualities.

Trapped in this materialistic shell where life is merely that of constant acquisition, constant flux of desire and discontentment, i can't help but turn to the Lord for His grace to escape the confines of this rathole. I am just a pile of dust waiting to be moulded- it's just a matter of who's doing the moulding and i've set my heart on the only master that i'll serve.

1 Kings 18:21 "And Elijah came to all the people, and said, “How long will you falter between two opinions? If the LORD is God, follow Him; but if Baal, follow him."
Joshua 24:15 "And if it seems evil to you to serve the LORD, choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you dwell. But as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.” "
1 Kings 18:36-37 "At the time of sacrifice, the prophet Elijah stepped forward and prayed: "O LORD, God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel, let it be known today that you are God in Israel and that I am your servant and have done all these things at your command. Answer me, O LORD, answer me, so these people will know that you, O LORD, are God, and that you are turning their hearts back again."

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Wednesday, June 07, 2006





i went for a nice long walk among the colonial houses in sembawang. more on that later as for now, my dvds have arrived and i'm going to have dvd movie fest!! on the menu is an all asian fare: latest offering by eric khoo "Be with me", all time favorite and classic hit "chunking express" and voyeuristic "2046". Complimented by a side dish of cold soba noodles and fried nuggets. darn it i should have bought ice cream the other day...

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Tuesday, June 06, 2006


i am severely distracted. i don't think i am living a normal life at the moment without my happyhannon, my xiongmao. he's gone to serve the nation and he's going to be running in some wild patch of forest for almost a week - no slacking off this time.

i'm not living a normal life in the sense that whenever i come home, i truly feel like there's something missing at home. i cook my dinner, watch a little tv and when it's almost time for bed, i can't believe that that's all to my life. Even reading the bible is getting very painful. I don't know how that is possible. I've not felt so aimless and "lost" for the longest time. When xiongmao was around, i'll be busy preparing the meals, cleaning up the rooms. And then he'll come home and i have to listen to him whine about his working life and enthuse abt cheap cd deals. and when it's time to sleep, we'll disturb each other playfully pinching noses and ears and whacking each other with pillows till we tire out and i'll fall asleep on his shoulders till i become uncomfortable then i'll return to my side of the bed. when he's still sleeping, i'll get up and read my bible and pray before beginning the morning chores or just getting my own breakfast. then somewhere in the middle of eating breakfast and reading newspapers, he'll appear and he'll have the bad habit of switching the tv on and i'll nag at him to get a life.

it's like i'm trying to find my daily rhythm all over again. it's like becoming single after a long relationship. and all u do really in your spare time is just dream about what he's doing, what his eyes look like and hope that you can fall asleep with that thought. Because then, you don't have to think what you need to do next to stop thinking about him.

boohoo.. i miss xiongmao. and all the things that come with the territory of keeping xiongmao - his inane music playing nonstop even when the tv's on, rubbing his paunch; watching him snack away and then later, having to take care of his stomach problems; dealing with the smelly socks beside the shoe rack; having xiongmao nag and pick up the clothes i throw on the floor; sharing the bathroom with xiongmao...

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Thursday, June 01, 2006


I am about to leave the house again to buy groceries and take in some fresh air but, i have to wait for the air con repairman to come by first. i have once again skipped work to rest. i think this is the 3rd deliberate attempt i've made to do something like this and i have no regrets about it. i was basically suffering through this course on globalisation yesterday as i was all bloated and wincing from cramps and abdominal spasms. Late last night, i lost the battle of perseverance and matrydom and caved into the desire to just sleep through the night. And i did. I woke up at 7am, just about the time that i normally wake up to get out of the house. Still feeling my innards groaning inside of me, i turned over to the other side and carried on sleeping.

Too bad. i think my principal, big honcho boss, puts it very aptly in this quote that i paraphrase, "things that are of importance should not be at the mercy of things that are of less importance". I agree with that. Work is not sacrosanct; My sanity and physical health are. Then again, when i woke up i decided to settle some of my debate cca work and realised to my horror that there was a pile of other work-related stuff to do. And get this, i sighed in relief that i could actually do it without struggling to fight the battle of paranoai and fatigue.

Thus, my philosophy on work? half-baked at best. We'll see. Tomorrow is another day at this globalisation course that lasts from 9am to 5pm. And a service commemorating my church anniversary after that. I'll just see how it goes.

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