tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38304122011-04-21T11:03:11.959-07:00U-MusingsThe Urbanwire team's hypes and gripes.theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comBlogger1051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1110517760721910732005-03-10T09:07:00.000-08:002005-03-10T21:09:20.723-08:00The New Diet It's been about 8 months since I've adopted a vegetarian diet. My previous attempt lasted for about a year and a half before I went back to indulge in meat. Many people have and still do ask me the reasons for such a switch. But strangely, I don't know myself. With both my parents being vegetarians, it was just a decision made on impulse to join them and take it as a challenge. theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1110099333076736742005-03-06T00:54:00.000-08:002005-03-06T00:55:33.076-08:00Isn’t there anything anyone can do?The bus was crowded and the noise the people were making irritated me. Events of the day were going through my mind. As the bus was about to move from the bus stop, it jerked to a halt and a frail elderly lady stepped in. She was very thin and her hair was messy. She took out some loose change from her mended pocket and with trembling hands, dropped them into theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1110080612722588302005-03-04T07:13:00.000-08:002005-03-06T00:56:10.610-08:00Where is the love?Love your Pet Day just passed us quietly. I believe most places recognise the day to fall on Feb 20. I'm sure most pet owners love their pets. Or some just love the idea of having a pet. Which brings me to something that still bothers me despite it having happened about half a year ago. My cousin bought herself a dog, which led me to believe that she must have loved it dearly. theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1108646638619003742005-02-17T06:18:00.000-08:002005-02-17T05:23:58.623-08:00The Chinese New Year resolutionChinese New Year used to begin with my grandmother and aunts coming over to my house in the days leading to the big festive season. Under her supervision, my aunts and mother would make kueh bualu (tiny sponge cakes made from eggs, flour and sugar) to be given to the rest of the family. As the women made this New Year treat over the charcoal fire, ma ma, as we theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1108394260380347242005-02-14T08:09:00.000-08:002005-02-14T07:17:40.383-08:00ReflectionsNow that it's 6 weeks after the tsunami disaster that affected so many countries, things have quietened considerably. It was at one of my regular Saturday Novena services, when the topic was revisited by the Catholic priest's sermon that a couple of my perceptions about life had changed.He explained that the tsunami was Mother Nature putting a test on human force. This is one her ways theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1108265137887843732005-02-13T07:23:00.000-08:002005-02-12T19:25:37.886-08:00Valentine's DayI was on the Mass Rapid Transit (MRT) when this group of teenagers was having a very loud discussion about Valentine’s Day in front of me.“I dunno lah! Valentine’s Day is the best time to just stay home and sleep! So much hype for what,” asked one of the girls. When I heard that comment, I started to think: When did this generation become so cynical? Has it become cool to spout theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1107576575569513282005-02-03T09:12:00.000-08:002005-02-04T20:09:35.570-08:00Online Gaming
It’s interesting how enmeshed we are with the Internet, and how “real” it is becoming.
I’m playing an online game, and an in-game friend of mine had just gotten scammed a couple of days ago, losing his character’s full set of equipment. While this may not seem like much, that friend was intending to sell off his character’s equipment which would have fetched something along the theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1106578290020301352005-01-24T06:40:00.000-08:002005-01-24T06:54:30.476-08:00Waiting For The Silver Lining
I’ve never smelt death. I’ve never been to a distant country (Malaysia is oh so not, distant), I’ve never been on a plane and I most certainly have never experienced Mother Nature’s rage.
I have, however, seen a water hurricane upclose, and that ladies and gentlemen, is my closest encounter with the destructive power of nature. I remember being all excited about theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1106051338703956442005-01-18T06:39:00.000-08:002005-01-18T04:31:16.643-08:00Friends
A few months back I was casually chatting with a classmate on MSN Messenger when I was shocked to find out that she only regarded me as a “classmate” and an “acquaintance”, and nowhere close to being a friend.
I was stunned and disappointed. How could she have not regarded me as her friend? This was someone that I had talked to during classes, helped when she needed help, and I did theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1104249003988041182004-12-28T11:01:00.000-08:002004-12-28T07:55:29.710-08:00Tsunami
I was with family and friends on Boxing Day watching TV when we switched the channels and saw the news. Tsunamis had hit the coasts of Thailand, Sumatra, India, Malaysia, the Maldives, Myanmar and even East Africa.
The number of fatalities had climbed from 4,000 or so according to the news report that night, which then jumped to 13,000 dead the following day. Last I checked, the death theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1104249210410695792004-12-28T08:12:00.000-08:002005-01-15T05:05:58.740-08:00Christmas
With Christmas just over 2 days ago, everyone’s looking forward to the New Year. Post Christmas sales are happening all over Orchard Road, and Christmas songs are still on endless loop. while calendars are slashed to half price in anticipation of 2005.
This Christmas has been very different, what with school starting in December, right smack in the middle of my favourite festive theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099076626945730512004-10-30T12:01:00.000-07:002004-11-02T10:20:08.893-08:00Paying A Tribute
Through all my years in school, watching programmes on TV, reading books, I've always been asked: Who's your mentor? Who's your role model? Who's the figure that inspires you or earns your respect?
I've always been expected to put down a name of some famous figure, so I'd choose someone like Mother Teresa or Eleanor Roosevelt, and although they're both brilliant women, to be theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099076032681013982004-10-29T12:52:00.000-07:002004-11-09T18:12:27.333-08:00The final steps
I was wondering how different my life would have been if I had passed Feature Writing and Communication Issues during my 2nd year. I would probably be in army right now, burning all my fats and on towards the cuter, hunkier Jamal. *coughs*
To be honest, I'm glad I was retained for the extra semester. This semester has been one of the most interesting months in my life. I found theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099075666971108942004-10-29T12:47:00.000-07:002004-11-09T18:21:59.356-08:00What Happened To The Kids?
Something I watched on a weekend edition of Kids Central both tickled and alarmed me. A short talent showcase segment that aired in between programmes featured Rachel, a 9-year-old girl who sang the catchy Christina Aguilera number, ‘Come On Over (All I Want Is You)’. Now, that song is fine (I suppose) when Ms Aguilera crooned it, but for a 9-year-old? It just seems theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099076785101517072004-10-27T12:01:00.000-07:002004-10-29T12:11:09.416-07:00Unless you’re Peter Pan, everybody needs to grow up.
The saddest part about growing up is the loss of imagination and fantasy (not the indecent ones, please).
One of the happiest times in my life was when I could sit all day in my bed and be contented in the fantasy that I’m exploring the Arctic Ocean, fending off pirates and being rescued by dolphins. Or perhaps it was the time when I was theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099076435511532342004-10-22T09:56:00.000-07:002004-10-29T12:00:35.510-07:00NonSensical (NS) Type
So here I am in front of the computer at 3am, the house silent, my whole family rejuvenating for the life which begins in a couple of hours’ time, and my wireless internet connection having conked out on me. Of course, how silly of me, as we always say at UrbanWire.com, “Why go wireless in the 1st place? Stay current and connected.” But I assure you, there’s no “Fatal theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099075619522916882004-10-15T06:02:00.000-07:002004-11-09T18:29:55.533-08:00Growing Up
School’s out for me and soon after the Mass Media in Singapore And Asia (Massina) paper, I’ll be free. No more school for one and a half months. I can think of so many things I want to do but in the end, I will not. It always happens. No matter how many times I look forward to the end of the semester to go on a long break and do whatever I want at anytime I want, sadly my euphoria theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099075916696612692004-10-14T08:56:00.000-07:002004-10-29T11:51:56.696-07:00England OD
Although it’s another one and a half years before World Cup 2006, regional qualifying matches are already being played almost monthly, so that only the better teams progress into further stages of the most prestigious tournament in the world of soccer.
It’s indeed very exciting when the qualifiers are approaching, especially when 2 nations of similar standards are slated to play theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1097911637680952282004-10-12T00:26:00.001-07:002004-11-09T17:18:14.466-08:00I have to admit that I am not much a fan of the Superman films but it still grieved me when Monday’s news reported that Christopher Reeve had died of a heart failure after slipping into a coma on Sunday.
In that same report, his wife was quoted thanking the “millions of fans from around the world who have supported and loved [her] husband over the years”.
Indeed, Christopher Reeve was truly theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099076311637126402004-10-11T05:57:00.000-07:002004-10-29T11:58:31.636-07:00The Simple Things In Life
The responsibility to work is as important is the responsibility to play. You just know you’re doing too much of the former, when you constantly have to turn down your friends’ invitations to that birthday parties or gatherings, all in the almighty name of work. Of course, no one is asking you to become an irresponsible prick, walk off the job, and leave your colleaguestheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099076214525636092004-10-09T12:55:00.000-07:002004-10-29T11:56:54.526-07:00Cherish.
“Cherish what you have now, because you don’t know when you’re going to lose it.”
Everyone knows the truth in this sentence, but how many of us honestly remember it consciously? As we get swept up in all that life throws us – like school, work and relationships – it gets harder to appreciate the little things that really matter. And many times, we only realise its utmost importance theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099075223711163202004-10-09T00:39:00.000-07:002004-10-29T11:40:23.710-07:00Hardworking little me UNBELIEVABLE!
It has been an interesting semester. Finally it has ended! Yay! Now I can do what I always wanted to do. Sleep slack and just relax. But silly me decided to be hardworking this holidays and get a job.
I and a friend headed down to a company somewhere along Raffles City for a job interview. Not knowing what to expect, I decided to dress properly and make a theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099075801984293272004-10-05T12:47:00.000-07:002004-10-29T11:50:01.983-07:00Some Reality
Ever since the reality TV phenomenon has taken over the world of television, slouching on the couch with a tub of ice-cream has become a torture.
6 days a week, except on Saturdays, couch potatoes get to watch America’s Next Top Model, Who Wants To Marry My Dad?, The Swan, The Apprentice, Survivor and The Bachelorette on MediaCorp’s Channel 5.
With the exception of the classic theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096904943225880882004-10-04T08:48:00.000-07:002004-10-04T08:49:03.226-07:00I’ve come to realize, after staring at my computer screen for the past hour, that blogging isn’t as simple as it seems. I am still amazed at how my classmates back in year one could type paragraphs and paragraphs, huge chunks of text in a matter of minutes, just talking about their day. I’m taking at least twice the time to type 4 lines of text, not even worthy to be called a paragraph. Ah, I theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096773870603996982004-10-02T20:22:00.000-07:002004-10-02T20:24:30.603-07:00I’m beginning to feel like I’m getting old. Seemed like just yesterday I was fresh out of secondary school waiting for my O Level results. Before I could even think of what to pursue in terms of tertiary education, I jumped straight into Informatics Computer School. Hey, I had 6 months to kill and there was no way in hell I was even considering junior college for the sole reason I never wanted totheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096905919316867302004-10-02T09:03:00.000-07:002004-10-04T09:05:44.496-07:00A Whole New World ! (what a headache...)
As the end of the first semester of my final year approaches, I find myself thinking about what I’m going to do when my career as a Polytechnic student ends.
Honestly, it fills me with dread thinking about it. Unlike many of my peers, I don’t have, and have never had, a clear map of my future. Perhaps the only time I’d ever planned for the future was theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096905769862622882004-09-29T09:01:00.000-07:002004-10-04T09:06:12.806-07:00U bin and Me
Has anyone been to Pulau Ubin lately? In case you didn’t already know, Pulau Ubin is an island 2km Northeast of Singapore. In the 80s and 90s, it was inhabited by hundreds of people. Alas, the island’s population now numbers barely 100. According to the inhabitants, many left when their children bought flats and moved to the mainland, leaving the island with just some old-timers. theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096774026594546262004-09-24T20:25:00.000-07:002004-10-02T20:27:06.593-07:00Comfortably Numb
Just sitting in my room with my headphones plugged into my laptop, listening to Pink Floyd's David Gilmour wail about becoming comfortably numb, put a few things into perspective for me. What was troubling me was, of course, our MRT (Mass Rapid Transit) system. Having been stricken with 'live extremely far away from school-itis' for the past 3 years, I'm forced to suffer a theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1095779433906165682004-09-20T08:07:00.000-07:002004-09-21T08:13:14.243-07:00I can’t believe it; it’s nearing the end of this semester. There’s just three more weeks left of school and I’ll be heading to my final 4 months of life in Ngee Ann. Time really flies faster as you move up the educational ladder.
I recall primary school being such a painful drag. And in secondary school, although it was much better, but it was still 4 long years. Time really started to scoot bytheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096625250005171412004-09-10T03:04:00.000-07:002004-10-01T03:14:38.736-07:00One of the most irritating things in the world has to be trying to do work on a computer that doesn’t function properly. Computers as a rule can be extremely exasperating at the most inconvenient times, lagging (running very slowly) or even hanging (screen freezes, computer doesn’t respond and you can’t do/move anything), but nowadays, it’s even easier for these problems to occur, with the theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096603208555288442004-09-02T20:58:00.000-07:002004-10-01T03:14:02.836-07:00The eternal struggle between work and sleep
Who in his right mind would rather work than sleep? We see it everywhere we go: the irresistible spring-pocketed mattresses that promise us the best night's sleep ever, and the advertisement on radio for King Koil that goes *poingggg. Even scientists agree (I read this in a book somewhere) that an adult needs 8 hours of sleep every night to function theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1095827800238027692004-08-21T21:36:00.000-07:002004-10-01T03:10:26.406-07:00 An interesting opening address
Just last week, I attended what seemed to be a standard press conference for Timeless Gift, a new drama serial, made in conjunction with the National Kidney Foundation (NKF), to be aired on Channel 8.
However, the event was anything but standard as hundreds of senior citizens, chosen from community centres around the island, were invited to catch the premiere theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096510855092802122004-08-15T19:19:00.000-07:002004-10-01T03:13:27.963-07:00In this day and age, the internet has long overtaken gossips as the biggest spreaders of fire. Blogging, uploading those online diaries, for example, can never be safe again.
A few months back, an acquaintance of mine had her tag board flooded with profanities directed at her because of her love life. And since when did her life suddenly become the business of unsolicited strangers? Sure, she theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096510683512245002004-08-06T19:17:00.000-07:002004-10-01T03:12:59.660-07:00Taxi Girl
As I slouched on the sofa on a lazy Sunday afternoon picking up my favourite Lifestyle section of The Sunday Times the front page caught my attention immediately. “Do cabbies talk too much?”
I began to recollect all my encounters with taxi drivers, at the same time arguing to myself about certain comments stated throughout the 2-page article.
Until 6 months ago, the only times I’d theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096510446197723992004-07-26T19:12:00.000-07:002004-10-01T03:11:25.180-07:00Planning for a vacation is tough. Usually I leave these things to my Mom, who is the self-professed undisputed champion of smooth travel planning. She has this natural affinity for organising flights, accommodation and transfers while arranging for tour activities in between. It comes with years of training since my Dad has no concept of how much it takes to plan a holiday. He thinks that by theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1096510077505147442004-07-20T19:07:00.000-07:002004-10-01T03:09:55.653-07:00The following is a conversation between some freshly-minted National Servicemen and myself, struggling to keep up with the insane amount of abbreviations used.
Baldie 1: “My PS expects us to field pack and fall-in in 3 minutes man! Siong-meaning very tough and tiring, ah!”
Baldie 2: “Wah lau (the common exclamation to stress on the severity of something) my OC is worst, lor. Make us do the SOC theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099075015348111042004-07-16T12:30:00.000-07:002004-10-29T11:36:55.346-07:00I detest the fragility of relationships.
I detest the lack of security.
As much as being attached and belonging to someone is appealing in some ways,
I'm just really, mostly glad and appreciative that I'm single. I see the pain
of those around me who are in relationships, and there's this sense of dread.
It's awful! A friend was telling me about his problems with his girlfriend theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099075513746228262004-07-09T12:44:00.000-07:002004-10-29T11:45:13.746-07:00I have always been a big fan of stories about different background and cultures
such as Wild
Swans: Three Daughters of China and Memoirs
of a Geisha. When the book, The
Bookseller of Kabul, caught my eye in Borders, I just knew I had to add it
to my collection.
With the world now united in the war against terrorism, there has been much
speculation and suspicion about the Middle East theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1099075386562776572004-07-07T05:41:00.000-07:002004-10-29T11:43:06.563-07:00I don’t see the point in most weblogs (better known as ‘blogs’). I can’t understand why people blog. Okay, fine so maybe blogs are good for when you want to do some subtle finger-pointing. What I don’t understand is why anyone would want to put their private thoughts on public display? I mean c’mon, it’s on the World Wide Web for goodness sake!
My friend, let’s call her K, came to me crying her theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1083171429174842352004-04-28T09:57:00.000-07:002004-04-28T10:01:18.543-07:00Trust God
My parents sat me down a couple of days back, and told me that my father is going to lose his job. Very pragmatically, they told me that I will have to shelf my further education plans and find a job upon my graduation.
I’m a control-freak. I like planning for the future and I like knowing what’s going to happen next. I don’t like murking around, trying to find my way. In fact, any theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-108317128191503012004-04-28T09:54:00.000-07:002004-04-28T10:09:22.623-07:00Strike 4
With all the deadlines and projects driving me up the wall, I decided to take a break from all these and go for a short therapy session. No, I wasn’t going to see a shrink. I was going for a little self-indulgence commonly known as retail therapy.
It was 10 March and I was at the hot and stuffy Bugis Village shopping for cheap deals and doing some haggling with my friend.
I was ontheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1083171088810404502004-04-28T09:51:00.000-07:002004-04-28T09:56:50.873-07:00Equal Opportunities
Over the past few weeks, David Beckham, or Becks, as he is more affectionately known as, has been on the front page of newspapers and magazines left, right and centre with his alleged dalliances with ex-personal assistant Rebecca Loos and Malaysian model Sarah Marbeck.
This whole shebang has raised lots of issues, including the worn-out media ethics question, the scary theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1083170855711290112004-04-28T09:47:00.000-07:002004-04-28T09:51:44.560-07:00The world – a scary place
Just a week or two ago, I watched this Swedish movie called Evil, about a student who transferred from another school because of bad behaviour, and wants to start afresh.
The thing is; the school he arrives at is one where the seniors, or what they call 6th formers, rule the school. In local terms, I guess it’s what you call the prefects or the councillors governing theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1083051561143334162004-04-27T00:39:00.000-07:002004-04-27T00:43:28.106-07:00Kids will be kids?
Last Tuesday, The Straits Times ran an article which highlighted a study saying that young children who watch television are prone to “attention-deficit problems” when they reach school age.
This study was in response to a similar one the American Academy of Pediatrics did and they recommend that children below 2 not watch television. They explain that children will developtheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1083051025669526952004-04-27T00:30:00.000-07:002004-04-27T00:44:18.403-07:00Roots of Love
Being a Gurkha is a badge of honour in Nepal, it is an extremely competitive process where the young men vie with a ratio of 1 to 100 for their position and an average of only 120 will be selected. Regarded as the most fearsome fighters in the world, the Gurkhas begin their careers at the tender age of 18-22 where they are trained to be snipers, paratroopers, medics and skilled theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1082700542683761942004-04-22T23:09:00.000-07:002004-04-22T23:13:04.733-07:00For the Love of God
It is 11:41 on a Tuesday night. The majority of my friends are either doing work at home, relaxing at home, online at home, watching television at home, or (and this refers to the lucky ones) sleeping at home. The point is they’re all at home. I’m not. In fact, I haven’t seen my house since I locked my front door at 8 this morning.
I’m in a room that’s a complete sty: There theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1082699695656438252004-04-22T22:54:00.000-07:002004-04-22T22:58:57.810-07:00As I Lay Me Down To Sleep
“Think of all the sexually connotative songs you know,” said a pal.
“Err… what kind?” I asked.
“You know, like “God is so good” or “Jesus loves the little children?” he chuckled.
“Oh you’re sick, man!” I exclaimed.
But I laughed non-stop for a good 10 minutes.
Am I a sinner? That is of course a rhetorical question for us mere mortals since we are corrupt, wicked and theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1082652577291243202004-04-15T09:45:00.000-07:002004-04-22T09:53:39.700-07:00Let's all play nice…
“Video games are a waste of time!”
“Video games promote violence!”
“…the 2 teenagers involved in the Columbine High School shooting incident are avid videogame players…”
Quite frankly, I'm sick of hearing all the negativity connected – or plastered – on video games. An avid gamer since I learnt to use my hand-eye coordination, videogames are my life. They're the theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081948514124316452004-04-14T06:15:00.000-07:002004-04-14T06:19:04.576-07:00Being blessed with you
Playing with Barbie dolls? Childish some might say, but I found playing pretend with my student, Natasha, after tuition pretty fun today. She was thrilled after I gave her a new set of Barbie clothes. For the whole of our 2-hour lesson, 11-year-old Shasha was waiting to rip the box apart and get her hands on the pretty red and blue outfits that came along with other beautytheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081882219029376172004-04-13T11:50:00.000-07:002004-04-13T11:54:44.326-07:00Love, and Life?
Ever since Valentine’s Day, I’ve had news from several friends that they’ve broken up with their other halves.
Ed (not his real name) recently split up with his girlfriend of 6 years. She’s his first love and their relationship was known to be highly volatile. Over the course of 6 years, they had separated and made up countless times.
According to him, he was dumped because theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081867390510999712004-04-13T07:43:00.000-07:002004-04-13T07:46:59.293-07:00Like Minds
King Augustus: Humanity. They follow leaders – queens or kings, chiefs or emperors. We tell them what to do, and they do it. We know no more than they, but still, they follow us, blindly, as people lost in the catacombs would follow a child carrying a flaming torch.
Servant: And what do you follow then, you leaders, to make us follow you and obey you?
King Augustus: We follow our theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081867230938876652004-04-13T07:40:00.000-07:002004-04-13T07:44:19.750-07:00The Pains in Life
I fell down recently after my shower. And I’m not exaggerating when I say my toe left a trail of blood all the way to my bedroom. My toe was literally busted… It’s a miracle the nail didn’t come off. But the surrounding area was left with cuts and bruises.
Ouch.
For the next few days, it hurt so badly I limped everywhere. For once, my toe became the centre of my attention. theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081867143263927372004-04-13T07:39:00.000-07:002004-04-13T07:42:52.090-07:00When the time comes
When I heard this, I became worried… again. My grandma has been living with me throughout my life. Apart from holidays, there is not one day where I would not see her face or hear her voice. It never did occur to me that my grandmother was very old, and the life cycle of hers might be coming to an end soon. Strangely enough, I have never experienced the feeling of someone theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081668330895926632004-04-11T00:25:00.000-07:002004-04-11T00:30:32.076-07:00Patriotism vs. Resignation
“You're kiddin…” was my friend's first reaction over ICQ when I told him of my plans to sign on for National Service (NS). What followed was a whole slew of offensive words describing the Singapore Armed Forces (SAF ) and its inner workings, which I shall not include for sake of the refined audience.
To say the least, I'm not one bit surprised by his outburst. Aftertheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081668083073472412004-04-11T00:21:00.000-07:002004-04-11T00:25:09.310-07:00Time is that fast
A new phase of my life is almost here. A time check in the wee hours of the night showed that I have, just about 2 weeks left to the end of school and classes, being under an educational authoritative figure. I’m not sure if I want to be counting down the days though…
The 3 years here were 3 years well spent. I loved every moment of it, including the frustrations and the theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081405601215358682004-04-07T23:26:00.000-07:002004-04-07T23:30:23.216-07:00Bliss
I’m surrounded with bliss. Yes, and as cliché as it may sound, love is in the air.
I’ve just attended a wedding.
The wedding took place at Sentosa on a Saturday dated Mar 27.
In case you were wondering, No. I wasn’t invited to Evelyn Tan and Darren Lim’s star-studded grand nuptials at the Shangri-La Rasa Sentosa . I wouldn’t have gone if I were, since I was needed at the one held at theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081260814044856752004-04-06T07:13:00.000-07:002004-04-06T07:17:13.950-07:00In You
The Israeli assassination of the spiritual leader of Hamas, Ahmed Yassin, on March 22 disturbed me greatly. I flipped open The Straits Times to reports on the attack and haunting declarations of vengeance by the Muslim world on the perpetuators of this outrage.
With the noose of terrorism held ever so threateningly around our necks, it would be so easy for one to herald this event as antheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081260618963497392004-04-06T07:10:00.000-07:002004-04-06T07:13:58.920-07:00Missing grandpa
Losing our favourite things can be a terrible experience. Be it an expensive digital camera or the latest mobile phone, the pain is there, but at least these are replaceable.
But for some things irreplaceable, only their cherished memories live on in our hearts. They can be just a thought away; and that brings me to the day I lost my beloved grandpa almost 5 years ago.
It was theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081178892778933342004-04-05T08:28:00.000-07:002004-04-05T08:31:56.076-07:00Learning to Trust
Friends – you need some, and you need to lose some. And this struck home when I lost one lately because the trust was broken.
I’d always been blessed with the fortune to meet the right company until I first entered Ngee Ann Polytechnic . I made a wrong decision and ended up with the wrong clique – one whose traits were so unlike mine.
Needless to say, there was a lot of theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1081167390906688742004-04-05T05:16:00.000-07:002004-04-05T05:20:09.403-07:00Dead but still alive
I’ve put off writing this blog entry for the longest time. I had a few ideas on how to write something to impact or touch anyone who happen to read this. Taking into consideration the timeliness factor, of course.
First, there’s the thing about Leslie Cheung jumping to his death a year ago. Merely typing the words “jumping to his death” triggers something in me. Did he theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1080487243378067352004-03-28T07:20:00.000-08:002004-03-28T07:24:11.403-08:00Routine Family Affair
Time: 10am
Mum: “Last time when you were 3 years old we sent Daddy off at Tuas Naval Base then you cry so loud all the aunties come and hug you, remember or not?”
Dad: “You are already a big girl, why you still cry? It’s not the first time I’m going overseas what.”
I woke up and felt dread. I got out of bed and washed up. I went to the kitchen, expecting breakfast. My dadtheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1080406149356810592004-03-27T08:49:00.000-08:002004-03-27T08:52:35.686-08:00Medicated Tradition
The precocious one has been ill for the past 3 days. With a temperature ranging from 38 to 40 degrees and constant bouts of throwing up whatever goes in (even her medication), she sent the elderly relatives in a worried frenzy.
But having taken care of 11 children and 2 grandchildren for the past 50 years, the old and wise ones whipped out their secret formula.
First, theytheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-10804060328860132004-03-27T08:47:00.000-08:002004-03-27T08:50:39.233-08:00Mandarinism
I was on the way home from school last Thursday, and fatigue brought me to hail a cab instead of taking the usual bus. I got in the cab, indicated my destination, and was on my way.
In the middle of my journey, the taxi-driver, a Mr Kang, asks me, “Are you Chinese?” to which I answer the obvious – yes, of course I am. Almost immediately he launches into what I already know is theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1078413931798654142004-03-04T07:25:00.000-08:002004-03-04T07:28:28.030-08:00Blind Passion?
Some of you may know this: The Passion of the Christ , Mel Gibson’s opus of the last 12 hours of Jesus Christ’s life, opened nationwide this week in the US.
Even months before its release, this bloody epic, touted to be the most historically-accurate telling of those last hours, and the actors, with James Caviezel speaking entirely in Latin and Aramaic in the titular role, had theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1068367026924436162003-11-09T00:37:00.000-08:002003-11-09T00:37:41.793-08:00Life’s Leitmotiv
My Aunt Anna returned from Malacca just 3 days ago, a bag, security pass to HSH Nordbank and bunch of keys poorer. She was mugged, so even in her time away from work; her state of mind was anything but relaxed.
The good news is she came away somewhat unscathed save for 2 peach-sized bruises.
In a year that has seen 2 deaths in the family, news of this incident was theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1068049565149644402003-10-16T09:26:00.000-07:002003-11-05T08:26:32.670-08:00University dreams of a Poly Student
Time really flies. Another semester will be over soon and 2 ½ years have flown past. I can’t wait for the day when I’ll be walking up the stage to receive my diploma. Mass Communication – my dream since I was in Secondary 2 and the dream has almost been fulfilled.
Very soon, a next phase of my life will await me. No, I’m talking about work. I don’t want to theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1068049433285128282003-10-15T09:10:00.000-07:002003-11-05T08:26:49.280-08:00The Future Awaits
Just a few days ago, I had a little chat with a secondary school friend. We were talking about our future, specifically our spouses. Like how they’ll look like, their characters, whether we’ll be happy etc. We even talked about divorce and both of us were afraid of this happening to us in future. I’ve actually been thinking about this issue since last year, if I can recall theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1068048965230233922003-10-01T00:00:00.000-07:002003-11-05T08:16:42.326-08:00Do you Frown more than you Smile?
Death suddenly seems so real to me. Honestly, it’s quite scary. No, I’m not referring to the “SARS is back issue” but rather cancer.
I just got the news 2 weeks ago from my mom that my aunt (let’s name her aunt Sunshine) had just been diagnosed with womb cancer, third stage. Naturally, it was really sudden and devastating news. My mind instantly jumped to my theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1068048840993964222003-09-21T11:00:00.000-07:002003-11-05T08:41:03.716-08:00Inside the ‘Durian.’
I’ve always wanted to catch a musical but never had the chance to. I’m proud to say, I finally did and the experience was most enjoyable.
The Esplanade or affectionately known as ‘the durian’ to Singaporeans, boasts a world-class theatre that seats 2,000. It was my first time in the theatre where I caught the much-anticipated musical, Forbidden City – Portrait of an theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1068048492999551862003-09-11T09:08:00.000-07:002003-11-05T08:18:29.496-08:00Perfection
"You know there are cliques of girls who will just stand there and laugh at some girl that they don't like for no reason?
I never really liked them.
One day, however, I stood by with my friends laughing at this girl.
And then I ended up getting to know her, and then realised that she was a much better friend than the rest of them."
- Anon
That passage, which I found on my friend’stheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1068048128981134622003-09-11T09:02:00.000-07:002003-11-05T08:10:55.153-08:00September 11 Commemorative
Watching the Sept 11 commemorative anniversary on Ch i, I felt tears well up in my eyes as the children read out the names of those whose lives were ended abruptly 2 years ago. They weren't just your ordinary school kids plucked from the streets of New York, but they were individually related to someone who died that day.
Watching them was heart-wrenching. They will theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1068049876500564412003-08-28T09:28:00.000-07:002003-11-05T08:39:17.983-08:00Friendster
Not a day goes by without me hearing something about the new rage taking over the online world – Friendster. It is some kind of a friends’ network that makes you realise what a small world you are living in. You see, my friends are also your friends because you can eventually get to know them through me. This causes the network to expand at an exponential rate. I tried the service theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-1068050328372259402003-08-27T23:36:00.000-07:002003-11-05T08:39:05.450-08:00Entrepreneurship
These days, my brother has been staying at home cooped up in his room doing God knows what. You see, he is a fresh graduate of the National University of Singapore (NUS) business school and has spent the last 4 months looking for a job but to no avail. His friends share the same fate, with so many fresh graduates flooding the market competing for so few jobs offered by the theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-939392582003-05-07T10:48:00.000-07:002003-11-01T08:19:29.780-08:00Graduation
It's graduation time. It is a strange feeling, something I can't quite identify. It's happiness, yet fear. There's relief, and anger. It feels, honestly, like a really widespread buffet and I'm eating almost everything. And I'm eating and eating and I want to throw it all up.
I am elated because the 3 years have been a hell of a joy ride. And I seriously suppose I can't take any moretheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-935958572003-05-01T07:30:00.000-07:002003-05-01T07:30:37.253-07:00Bad Teachers
"Some of the teachers were so violent that we were practically shivering in our pants during question and answer classes," exclaimed the taxi driver, stabbing his index finger in the air in different directions. That was the most interactive conversation I ever had with a cab driver while sitting in the backseat and running late, as usual, for my 9am class.
I couldn't agree more theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-932361012003-04-25T05:37:00.000-07:002003-05-01T07:33:44.000-07:00The Bachelor 2
At episode 2 of The Bachelor 2 I already knew who frat boy in disguise Aaron Buerge will choose. Try a google.com, the answers will be there for you in bold (this is not a joke). Because the stupid a ABC website doesn't have a proper archive to The Bachelor series 1 and 2, I even know what the 3rd bachelor looks like. Gay, too gay. Sweeping statement (and not to perpetuate theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-928166662003-04-17T20:30:00.000-07:002003-04-17T20:32:14.000-07:00My Hatred For Children
Before you assail me with cruel names for being a human being who has lost almost all love for the children in Singapore, please think of the last time you heard a kid shriek shrilly in a department store, in the cinema or on a 20-hour flight. The mere thought of these just send chills down my spine.
My hatred for children didn't just dawn on me overnight. 5 years ago, theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-924860102003-04-12T08:03:00.000-07:002003-04-15T09:22:52.000-07:00Goodness Gracious Me
Man, the creature, is just like any other animal in the world, albeit more intelligent, though that is debateable. However high we want to place ourselves up the food chain, it can't hide our animal instincts in everyday situations.
Here are some examples:
"Animals"
- Mark territorial range by pissing on trees, shrubs, bushes etc.
- Hunt when hungry.
- Stare, growl and theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-923057982003-04-09T11:29:00.000-07:002003-04-09T11:29:56.936-07:00No Student is an Island
Some bright spark once reduced life to three milestones: carry, marry, bury. (Also known as 'hatch, match, dispatch'.)
I can't fathom a way to make the word 'graduation' rhyme with either set of words, but it's hard to deny that it ranks as a highly significant event nonetheless.
In physical terms, a diploma is a mere sheet of paper: a certification of my achievement, theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-919272612003-04-03T10:13:00.000-08:002003-04-03T10:14:30.000-08:0017... and a monster
17-year-old... how can one be evil?
The thought was prompted by a loose translation from a Japanese drama titled R-17. I found myself lapping up the 8-disc drama, spending more time on it than on the sleep I get every day.
And the phrase echoed in my mind... "17 years old... how can one be evil?"
Just yesterday, a teenage boy raped and sexually assaulted his cute 5-theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-918969782003-04-02T22:23:00.000-08:002003-04-02T22:25:14.000-08:00Time
Ever received this poem in your email box citing the value of time? It goes -
To know the value of one year,
Ask the student who has failed.
To know the value of one month,
Ask the mother who has given birth to a child before time.
To know the value of one week,
Ask the editor of the weekly newspaper.
To know the value of one day,
Ask the captain of the cricket team who has lost thetheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-913377512003-03-25T02:29:00.000-08:002003-03-25T02:31:09.000-08:00Silly Saddam
The battle is still on between "big bully" and Iraq. Why big bully? Because America is the only superpower in the world and the way they've acted, disregarding UN and world opposition sends a signal that they think they can step on everyone else's heads. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for this war but I also believe that perhaps further diplomacy could have helped in solving these theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-912083892003-03-22T19:53:00.000-08:002003-03-22T19:54:00.000-08:00Smarty Pants
Last Saturday I visited Geylang. It wasn't my first time there, since it’s one of my favourite spots for supper. I absolutely love the Beef Hor Fun (broad strips of rice noodles cooked with beef in a thick sauce) there. I seriously recommend the stall next to the famous Tau Huay (bean curd dessert in syrup) stall near Lorong 9. Before I launch into a diatribe on the yummy, theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-909682202003-03-18T19:56:00.000-08:002003-03-22T19:44:55.000-08:00American Idol: Surprises, Shocks and Disappointments
Judging by the onslaught of SMSes Mediacorp's Channel 5 receives every Thursday night during the screening of American Idol, I think it's safe to say the show has taken Singapore by storm. Although we didn't get to see the first season of the star-making talent show, the second season more than makes up for it. Even the judges said the theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-909667882003-03-18T19:30:00.000-08:002003-03-18T19:38:48.000-08:00The tortoise and the hair
To keep one's hair on: to remain calm; not get annoyed. - Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English
Keeping calm and not getting annoyed is certainly a tough thing to do when instead of your hair being kept on (your head), it is falling down like nobody's business. Well, it was my business because it was my hair at stake.
You see, I (or my hair) always seem to have theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-905818992003-03-12T04:04:00.000-08:002003-03-12T04:14:15.000-08:00The Fear Of Veggies
Flipping through the March issue of CLEO, I chanced upon a special feature on eating disorders. Assuming naively that these meant mainly anorexia and bulimia, I had a shock of my life when I turned to the next page and saw the words "Fruit makes me freak out!"
I freaked out.
It was the first time in 19 years that I realised that I might actually be suffering from an eating theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-903515432003-03-08T03:43:00.000-08:002003-03-08T03:53:54.000-08:00Will the real die-hard fans please stand up?
Since the time I was in Primary 4, I've been to countless Malaysia Cup matches played at the National Stadium in Kallang. On match days, my uncle and aunt would pick me up at 4 pm before heading to the stadium, with umbrellas, The New Paper, and other time-occupying materials in tow.
You see, matches never started till 8 pm, but we were always theretheurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-899515192003-03-01T04:54:00.000-08:002003-03-01T05:01:37.000-08:00Graduation Day: Hurrah?
I may be shouting about the wonders of graduating from the drudgery of polytechnic life (ok, so it wasn’t all that bad but still…), but really, I’m kind of scared. Life already, as it is, isn't too easy, with our moody island coming out of the economic crunch, and parents always threatened by, above all things, retrenchment.
Having just read an article in the New Paper theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-898398002003-02-27T06:55:00.000-08:002003-02-27T07:01:07.000-08:00Be glad, it could be worse
Death is part and parcel of Life.
Without death, one would not be able to appreciate Life; without Life, death would not be a worry. The explosion of the NASA space shuttle, Columbia, on February 1, emphasises the fragility of human life – here one minute, gone in the next.
No doubt there have been numerous investigations and finger pointing into this tragedy, but theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-897631612003-02-25T23:07:00.000-08:002003-02-25T23:13:02.000-08:001 change too many
I was horrified the other night when I went to Macdonald's at King Albert Park. I chanced upon a new addition to the fast food chain’s menu – Nasi Lemak [a Malay coconut-flavoured rice dish accompanied with spicy condiments].
By now many of you would probably have sampled it or see the extensive ads on TV and in the newspapers proclaiming “Believe your eyes, it’s really rice!theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-891814232003-02-16T02:12:00.000-08:002003-02-16T07:37:59.000-08:00The (NOT so) Long & Short of Valentine’s Day
When I was a 15, Valentine’s Day was a day for lovers. I used to yearn that the guy of my dreams (at that time) would be my boyfriend and thus Valentine’s Day would be ours. I sent him an e-card. He replied, which got my hopes up, but only to say that he treated me as his best sister. Ouch. :(
A year later, still in secondary school, I decided that theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-889731182003-02-12T06:25:00.000-08:002003-02-12T06:34:54.000-08:00Nightmare before Valentine’s
If I could erase any date in the calendar, it would be Feb 14.
As a sign of respect, I’ll let all ‘Valentiners’ (those who celebrate this awful day) have another reason to love me first then hate me later. I give you the news that this year’s Valentine’s is held on a Friday. So TGIF (Thank God It’s Friday) has a new sidekick, TGIV. Which means it’s going to be 1 theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-887587762003-02-08T08:12:00.000-08:002003-02-12T06:37:10.000-08:00American Idiot 2
I feel bad. Downright guilty. But it feels SO good laughing at the hordes of Diva/Boyband wannabes on American Idol 2.I’m also regretful that I didn’t catch the first American Idol. *sigh*
When I was younger, I wanted to sing-dance-perform-host and look good to boot. I guess that’s just a figment of my imagination. I’ve come terms with reality on my limits. But as for some of theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-887567312003-02-08T07:07:00.000-08:002003-02-12T06:38:20.000-08:00To the Class of ’03
The current batch of students who enrolled in July 2000, barring some unfortunate mishap, will graduate this July.
3 memorable, sometimes forgettable, yet bittersweet years for many. However, I’m sure with the prospect of actually having to slog for the rest of their lives till they retire, many would rather stay in school for a longer time.
Memories are kind of vague, theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-879608752003-01-24T07:59:00.000-08:002003-02-12T06:38:46.000-08:00You can choose your friends, but you can’t shoot your relatives.
2 more weeks until Chinese New Year, which means 14 precious days of freedom before our family makes the annual pilgrimage to my father’s hometown in Kelantan, West Malaysia.
I’ll be honest – this yearly ritual is a chore, a pain in the you-know-where, an inflamed pimple that I resist popping out of sheer daughterly duty to my theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-839199152002-11-02T07:03:00.000-08:002002-11-02T07:35:57.000-08:00Agnes looks back at Temptation Island 2's premiere...
I’ll be honest with you – I have been waiting a long time for the homecoming of Temptation Island 2. Only a true-at-heart reality TV fan would even admit to this.
This should be refreshing - A 19-year-old who professes to loving reality series like Temptation Island, Survivor, David Blaine and the National Day Parade with an unfounded theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-837240182002-10-29T09:03:00.000-08:002002-10-29T09:03:08.133-08:00
Jun's Gender Blues
I don’t understand why the senior sales assistant of the newly-opened Spanish clothing boutique, Zara, didn’t want to secure a $300 deal with me.
I’d intended to buy a trench coat for my winter vacation at the end of this year and I spotted one at the men’s section that I couldn’t take my eyes off – it was love at first sight. Besides, the guitarist of Pierrot had worn it theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-837234722002-10-29T08:50:00.000-08:002002-10-29T08:50:40.370-08:00
Aaron Always Has Too Much To Say
The One About The Pesky Box . . .
TV Mobile: It’s everywhere
When you’re drawn into a private world, with the television as your only solace from the boredom of sleep, that is when the people beside you begin to not matter, and the lives of Homer and Marge begin to take precedence to yours.
Your stop arrives, and you wake your friend from the self-inflicted theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-831751712002-10-18T09:36:00.000-07:002002-10-18T09:36:43.760-07:00
Blushes of a 19-year-old
I really thought I’d outgrown that phase, but apparently not.
To my shock, I recently discovered myself gushing over and gawking at a hunky pop idol and cute anime.
I spent many nights wondering what’s come over me, especially when it’s been a good 3 years since my last obsession with Ricky Martin. (Yeah, laugh all you want, I’m definitely not alone.)
At present, I’theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830412.post-831747572002-10-18T09:27:00.000-07:002002-10-20T02:20:21.000-07:00Checkmate
In perhaps the most talked-about match in the chess world, I was pleasantly surprised when World Chess Champion Vladimir Kramnik decided to make a knight sacrifice on move 19. The sacrifice was an incredible display of courage and creativity from the champion considering the calculating power of the computer programme called Deep Fritz.
It’s “Deep?because there is more than one theurbanwirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668157981737882960noreply@blogger.com