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[Jul. 17th, 2009|11:15 am] |
I have almost forgotten how Singaporeans just looove to stare at anything unconventional.
I remember attracting attention because of my fat, multiple piercings and tattoos, abnormally large breasts, short hair, punk/goth/butch-ish clothing or when I am with someone who is different. Most people also hate confrontation. If you as much as try to acknowledge that they are staring, they avert your gaze and pretend to study the floor or the ceiling.
People, particularly older folk also like to gossip. For whatever reason, they seem to think that I do not understand Mandarin or Malay and loudly talk about me right under my nose. Even when it is blindingly obvious that they are talking about me ("Oh look at that gold-digging slutty bimbotic SPG sitting right in front of us teehee"), they still denied it when I asked them about it in the language they were conversing in and they didn't even have the courtesy to look embarrassed. More often than not, they act like I am the rude one.
Knowing how conservative and narrow-minded people here generally are, I am really surprised at how I actually got less obvious attention when I am out holding hands with a girl. Head-shaking, tutting noises, disgusted parents shielding their children's eyes and the occasional homophobic slur, more if said girl happens to be butch, older or of a different race. Some men act like they are entitled to leer openly too. Two guys even approached me in front of my clueless Danish partner to ask me why I don't like Asian men. Ugh. Even some people I consider friends seem to insinuate that I am with K for his supposed fat wallet and package or just can't stop making SPG jokes.
And oh, related rant. Don't you just hate it when icky strangers on the street tell you how you seem so "nice and interesting" and how they would love to "make friends"? Pathetic, especially when all they do is gawk.
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[Jul. 17th, 2009|11:49 am] |
The project manager threw the letter to the clerk this morning.
"My name spelled wrong already."
I'm not sure whether it's a race thing. He's Singapore chinese. The other is India indian. Surely it can't be because of a typo? Or he didn't get any last night. Whatever it is, it certainly frightened the clerk.
"He's angry with me, is it? He scold me after I go out?"
Of course I played the peace keeper card.
*** An note to myself, I should perhaps observe how XXX treats his subordinate before I commit myself. |
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| The Meaning of Life |
[Jul. 17th, 2009|10:30 am] |
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/16/opinion/16iht-edcohen.html?em
Jeff Miller/University of Wisconsin-Madison Canto, left, a 27-year-old rhesus monkey, is on a restricted diet, while Owen, 29, is not. The two monkeys are part of a study of the links between diet and aging. ( Read more... )July 15, 2009 NEW YORK — What’s life for? That question stirred as I contemplated two rhesus monkeys, Canto, aged 27, and Owen, aged 29, whose photographs appeared last week in The New York Times.
The monkeys are part of a protracted experiment in aging being conducted by a Universtity of Wisonsin team. Canto gets a restricted diet with 30 percent fewer calories than usual while Owen gets to eat whatever the heck he pleases.
Preliminary conclusions, published in Science two decades after the experiment began, “demonstrate that caloric restriction slows aging in a primate species,” the scientists leading the experiment wrote. While just 13 percent of the dieting group has died in ways judged due to old age, 37 percent of the feasting monkeys are already dead.
These conclusions have been contested by other scientists for various reasons I won’t bore you with — boredom definitely shortens life spans. Meanwhile, before everyone holds the French fries, the issue arises of how these primates — whose average life span in the wild is 27 (with a maximum of 40) — are feeling and whether these feelings impact their desire to live. Monkeys’ emotions were part of my childhood. My father, a doctor, worked with them all his life. His thesis at the University of Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, South Africa, was on the menstrual cycle of baboons. When he settled in Britain in the 1950s, he had some of his baboons (average life span 30) shipped over, ultimately donating a couple to the London Zoo. Upon visiting the zoo much later, he got a full-throated greeting from the baboons, who rushed to the front of their cage to tell him they’d missed him. Moral of story: Don’t underestimate monkeys’ feelings. Which brings me to low-cal Canto and high-cal Owen: Canto looks drawn, weary, ashen and miserable in his thinness, mouth slightly agape, features pinched, eyes blank, his expression screaming, “Please, no, not another plateful of seeds!” Well-fed Owen, by contrast, is a happy camper with a wry smile, every inch the laid-back simian, plump, eyes twinkling, full mouth relaxed, skin glowing, exuding wisdom as if he’s just read Kierkegaard and concluded that “Life must be lived forward, but can only be understood backward.” It’s the difference between the guy who got the marbleized rib-eye and the guy who got the oh-so-lean filet. Or between the guy who got a Château Grand Pontet St. Emilion with his brie and the guy who got water. As Edgar notes in King Lear, “Ripeness is all.” You don’t get to ripeness by eating apple peel for breakfast. Speaking of St. Emilion, scientists, aware that most human beings don’t have the discipline to slash their calorie intake by almost a third, have been looking for substances that might mimic the effects of caloric restriction. They have found one candidate, resveratrol, in red wine. The thing is there’s not enough resveratrol in wine to do the trick, so scientists are trying to concentrate it, or produce a chemical like it in order to offer people the gain (in life expectancy) without the pain (of dieting). I don’t buy this gain-without-pain notion. Duality resides, indissoluble, at life’s core — Faust’s two souls within his breast, Anna Karenina’s shifting essence. Life without death would be miserable. Its beauty is bound to its fragility. Dawn is unimaginable without the dusk. When life extension supplants life quality as a goal, you get the desolation of Canto the monkey. Living to 120 holds zero appeal for me. Canto looks like he’s itching to be put out of his misery. There’s an alternative to resveratrol. Something is secreted in the love-sick that causes rapid loss of appetite — caloric restriction — yet scientists have been unable to reproduce this miracle substance, for if they did they would be decoding love. Because love is too close to the divine, life’s essence, it seems to defy such breakdown. My mother died of cancer at 69. Her father lived to 98, her mother to 104. I said my mother died of cancer. But that’s not true. She was bipolar and depression devastated her. What took her life was misery. We don’t understand what the mind secretes. The process of aging remains full of enigma. But I’d bet on jovial Owen outliving wretched Canto. I suspect those dissenting scientists I didn’t bore you with are right. My 98-year-old grandfather had a party trick, making crisscross incisions into a watermelon, before allowing it to fall open in a giant red blossom. It was as beautiful as a lily opening — and, still vivid, close to what life is for. When my father went to pick up his baboons at Heathrow airport, he stopped at a grocery store to buy them a treat. “Two pounds of bananas, please,” he said. But there were none. “O.K.,” he said, “Then I’ll take two pounds of carrots.” The shopkeeper gave him a very strange look before hurriedly handing over the carrots. I can hear my 88-year-old father’s laughter as he tells this story. Laughter extends life. There’s little of it in the low-cal world and little doubt pudgy Owen will have the last laugh. </div> |
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| 教训 |
[Jul. 16th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
样子再没有杀伤力的人,都有本事咬你一口推你进火坑 然后干你妈的摆张纯情的脸死也不认
干你老母祖宗十八代兰扒到爆然后给狗丢
好,我发泄完了
其实我们生存在世,是不是一定要你虞我诈? 是不是保住自己饭碗最重要? 我是明白的,就算我们做人多么正直,多么的人畜无害 还是有人会想办法来陷害你的
我不是自认清高,但是我至少能坦然面对所有人大声地说我没有干任何见不得人的事情 但是其实人家就会认为你是能够欺负的 所以就践踏你的好意然后一脚踢开你 或是背地里做出些有良知的人都不会做的事情 还可以面对你口口声声地说我们应该要互相扶持
呸!
别误会,我不是第一天在社会工作,我看过不少这类人物 只是又再一次被背叛觉得心寒 所以要在这里发泄一下
其实,你们不要以为老板是可以骗的 老板比谁都清楚一家公司里面的运作
你认为你每天偷偷用公司的打印机打印大卫碧咸的大头照; 或是用公司的电话一天里面打20通给你的女朋友问她有没有在想念你时 老板会不懂吗?
告诉你,是不计较 不是愚蠢到不知道你所谓的聪明而又神不知鬼不觉的勾当 大家都是成年人,你想得出来的所谓计划难道别人想不出来? 你还以为你是金田一/ 柯南哦?
是呀,我是老板,自然要懂得和下属们的相处之道 只要不过分的,我就假装糊涂就好了嘛 但是要知道,假如过份了,踩过了那条不该僭越的线 那么后果就自付了
其实我也不是想写上司下属关系的 只是老人家一旦发起牢骚来是无差别攻击的 :p
想骂的那个人是在我们这里干不了出息,所以落荒而逃的人 成了官后讲话也大声了 还真的非常像 TVB 连续剧的剧情吧?
我只是希望那位仁兄可以扑街冚家铲全家富贵代代不平安安安份份的做人就好了
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| ~ ~ Celebrating Anthony Yeo ~ ~ |
[Jul. 16th, 2009|11:04 pm] |
Free Community Church
invites you to a Memorial Service to celebrate the life of Anthony Yeo and to honour his contributions and support of the GLBTQ community
Come join us for a meaningful time, as we remember Anthony's friendship and passion for humanity and life.
We welcome people of all faiths and beliefs, as well as sexual orientation, and the service will be inclusive. The service will also provide a time for those present to share short eulogies.
Date : Friday, 24 July 2009 Time : 7.45 - 9.00 pm Venue : Free Community Church 56 Lorong 23 Geylang #03-00 Century Technology Building Singapore 388381
Please visit http://www.freecomc hurch.org/ 07-getting. htm for information on getting to FCC.
For queries on the memorial service, please e-mail: info@freecomchurch. org
For more information on the Free Community Church, please visit www.freecomchurch. org
Please feel free to forward this invitation to others whom you think might be interested in attending the memorial.
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| “Those Winter Sundays” |
[Jul. 16th, 2009|11:44 am] |
Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices?
- Robert Hayden
*** There's no winter in Malaysia but there's the monsoon seasons during which rainstorms would descend upon us continually for months at a time. In the small town where I spent the first 10odd years of my life, it's a habit of the town people to discard any unwanted items into the stormwater drain which was small to begin with. During the dry season, this wasn't much of a problem. But when heavy rain came, there would be flood. Father would be the one to go out in the pouring rain to clear the choke in the drain. It was partly self-interest. Our house, being one of the few lower lying ones, would get the brunt of the flood. The neighbours whose houses were also flooded would acknowledged he was doing something which benefited them, although none ever lifted a finger to help that I can remember. A number would simply passed remarks, the kinder of which was, "The mad chinaman is out in the rain." Mother always got mad about it, and as soon as the water subsided from our house, would urged father to stop, but he'd soldiered on. As we grew up, we were also allowed to help. My sister, being the eldest started first. Having been away in boarding school, she was also the most outspoken. The town people in front of whose house the worse choke occurred would get a tongue lashing. As more of us grew up and joined in, more of them joined in as well, but only on the matter of tools, not in term of getting themselves wet and dirty. |
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| assisted suicide |
[Jul. 16th, 2009|10:29 am] |
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/15/world/europe/15britain.html?em
Published: July 14, 2009 LONDON — The controversy over the ethical and legal issues surrounding assisted suicide for the terminally ill was thrown into stark relief on Tuesday with the announcement that one of Britain’s most distinguished orchestra conductors, Sir Edward Downes, had flown to Switzerland last week with his wife and joined her in drinking a lethal cocktail of barbiturates provided by an assisted-suicide clinic. Sir Edward Downes conducting the Orchestra of the Royal Opera House in 1999. ( Read more... )“Within a couple of minutes they were asleep, and died within 10 minutes,” Caractacus Downes, the couple’s 41-year-old son, said in the interview after his return to Britain. “They wanted to be next to each other when they died.” He added, “It is a very civilized way to end your life, and I don’t understand why the legal position in this country doesn’t allow it.” Sir Edward, who was described in a statement issued earlier on Tuesday by Mr. Downes and his sister, Boudicca, 39, as “almost blind and increasingly deaf,” was principal conductor of the BBC Philharmonic Orchestra from 1980 to 1991. He was also a conductor of the Royal Opera House at Covent Garden in London, where he led 950 performances over more than 50 years. Lady Downes, who British newspapers said was in the final stages of terminal cancer, was a former ballet dancer, choreographer and television producer who devoted her later years to working as her husband’s assistant. “After 54 happy years together, they decided to end their own lives rather than continue to struggle with serious health problems,” the Downes children said in their statement. British families who have used the Zurich clinic in the past have said that Dignitas charges about $6,570 for each assisted suicide. Scotland Yard said in a statement on Tuesday that it had been informed on Monday “that a man and a woman” from London had died in Switzerland, and that it was “looking into the circumstances.” The information that prompted the police inquiry appeared to have been given voluntarily by the Downes family, which, Caractacus Downes said, “didn’t want to be untruthful about what had happened.” “Even if they arrest us and send us to prison, it would have made no difference because it is what our parents wanted,” he said. Attempting suicide has not been a criminal offense in Britain since 1961, but assisting others to kill themselves is. But since the Zurich clinic run by Dignitas was established in 1998 under Swiss laws that allow clinics to provide lethal drugs, British authorities have effectively turned a blind eye to Britons who go there to die. None of the family members and friends who have accompanied the 117 people living in Britain who have traveled to the Zurich clinic for help in ending their lives have been charged with an offense. Legal experts said it was unlikely that that would change in the Downes case. But British news reports about the Downeses’ suicides noted one factor that appeared to set the case apart from others involving the Dignitas clinic: Sir Edward appeared not to have been terminally ill. There have been at least three other cases similar to the Downeses’, in which a spouse who was not terminally ill chose to die with the other. Sir Edward was known for his support for British composers and his passion for Prokofiev and Verdi. After studying at the Royal College of Music in London, he joined the Royal Opera House in 1952. His first assignment was prompting the soprano Maria Callas. He traveled widely as a conductor and became music director of the Australian Opera in the 1970s. Friends of Sir Edward said that his decision to die with his wife did not surprise them. “Ted was completely rational,” said Richard Wigley, the general manager of the BBC Philharmonic. “So I can well imagine him, being so rational, saying, ‘It’s been great, so let’s end our lives together.’ ” Jonathan Groves, Sir Edward’s manager, called their decision “typically brave and courageous.” But even among those who support decriminalizing assisted suicide, Sir Edward’s death raised troubling questions. Sarah Wootton, chief executive of Dignity in Dying, said in a BBC interview that the growing numbers of Britons going abroad to die, and the manner of their deaths, made it more urgent to amend Britain’s laws.
There are “no safeguards, no brakes on the process at all,” she said. The British Medical Association voted this month against legalizing assisted suicide, or lifting the threat of prosecution from “friends and relatives who accompany loved ones to die abroad.” Last week, the House of Lords defeated a bill that would have allowed people, subject to safeguards, to travel abroad to help people choosing to die. </div> |
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[Jul. 16th, 2009|03:42 am] |
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| | miao. | ] | I had gotten a nokia express music hp cupla mths ago, and dang! the receiver part's a lil wonky. When I speak, the audibility'd fluctuate, hence, sometimes ppl cunt hear me at all. *ptui*

I've complained abt this to my cousin but I called him just the other day to say "Eh. remember the problem i had wif my hp? It's fixed." He said, "Good lor." To which I replied, "Yea, I lost my hp in the cab. Fuck. Just replaced it wif a new hp."

Pt being, I lost most of my contacts *sobs* Please sms me your name+contact to 97679364. Thanks ar! :)
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[Jul. 16th, 2009|03:19 am] |
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Miss Ellie celebrates her win in the World's Ugliest Dog Contest's pedigree class at the Sonoma-Marin Fair on Friday, June 26, 2009, in Petaluma, Calif. She is a blind 15-year-old Chinese Crested Hairless.


Miles Egstad of Citrus Heights, Calif., and his dog Pabst, a four year-old boxer mix, pose after winning the 21st Annual World's Ugliest Dog Contest at the Sonoma-Marin Fair June 26, 2009 in Petaluma, Calif.
more@ http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/World-Ugliest-Dog-Contest/ss/events/lf/062609ugliestdog
http://animal.discovery.com/tv/worlds-ugliest-dog/ |
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| 孔雀森林 (2) |
[Jul. 16th, 2009|01:41 am] |
好像再拖下去有些人会抓狂了咧~~~
好了,那么我们先来重温心理测验的问题 “你在森林里养了好几种动物, 马,牛,羊,老虎和孔雀。 如果有天你必须离开森林,而且只能带一种动物离开, 你会带哪种动物?”
答案其实很简单,我看有些人大概都猜得到哪种动物代表什么东西(我有猜中一些)
马代表自由; 牛代表事业; 羊代表爱情; 老虎代表自尊; 孔雀则代表金钱(虚荣心).
如何,猜中了吗? 觉得准确吗?
男主角选了孔雀, 却被其他选孔雀的人一致认为他不像也不是一只孔雀 他爱上了选羊的女生, 结果原来她和选了老虎的女生的名字是差不多的 结果阴差阳错的和老虎在一起
但是尊严至上的老虎察觉孔雀爱的是羊 就毅然的和他分了手 而羊在这时候也选择了和孔雀相爱
但是选择羊的是爱情无敌的人类 她要孔雀爱她爱得他快要窒息了 但是她仍嫌不够 于是她投向了另一只羊的怀抱
孔雀在最伤心的时候遇上了另一只非常像孔雀的孔雀女生 她爱钱,但是也能真心的喜欢另一只孔雀 他们有没有在一起?我想我要保留一点神秘感 不然实在是太对不起原作者了
至于狗呢? 狗是孔雀男生的最好朋友选的 "狗应该是代表友情吧"他说 "发明这个心理测验的人,一定不认为这世上有人会觉得友情才是最重要的东西."
所以他选择了狗, 他对孔雀男生的友情是真实的 所以整个故事我最喜欢的角色是他
我觉得, 我应该也是选狗的人 因为我不觉得爱情重要 至少不是最重要的
爱情对我来说是寂寞过剩的副产品 我习惯了寂寞, 自然不稀罕那些副产品
但是我不敢铁齿, 可能有一天我会变成选羊的人呢? :p
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