TCC TCC TCC!!! !!! !!!


It is 21st July 2007, a blissed Saturday. And what am I doing at an unearthly 8.40am, when I can be soundly asleep in the comforts of my cozy bed on a non-working day?

Sitting by Punggol MRT Station, whaling for time to pass.


BECAUSE there is a gathering with my clique from poly - Li Huey, Serene Gwee, Ian Loke, Qun Jie, and Kelvin Lee.
It was initially scheduled to meet at Chinatown at a freaking 8.30am. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw the numerals, and had to reply back the SMS to double-and-triple-confirm-plus-guarantee-plus-chop that there's no typo error here. But thanks to life's little mercies, an SMS came in on Friday night late at 11pm+ to re-schedule it to 9.15am instead - because apparently, some of the (ahem!) NS men complained that it's too early, and they had just booked out from camp the previous night.

So, Princess here was obviously happy with the new arrangement. It translates into an addition 45minutes worth of sleep, you know? And life just has a funny way of twisting things around. It was only at 8.40am, when I was just about to enter the train to head down to Chinatown, then did the 3rd SMS came in. No surprises, a couple of them overslept. And the meeting time has to be adjourned to 10am.

So, Your Highness Princess was left stranded with nowhere to go since no shops open this early in the morning, and had to sit by Punggol MRT and rot.


Upon reaching Chinatown, we were slapped with the news that the place we're going to for breakfast is actually OUTRAM PARK. Ian got the place mixed up. What's is this, man! Doesn't NS teach the men in there navigation and map-reading and manipulation of compass and etc???!!!

Anyway, we went to this eating place near Outram Park MRT station. I was all eager to try the Yong Tau Fo stall that was highly recommended by Kelvin Lee and Li Huey. But even at 10am, the snaking queue was totally horrifying, and Li Huey and I decided to - regrettably - give it a miss.

We breakfast-ed and chatted and chilled out until 12pm, before deciding to adjourn down to The Coffee Connoisseur at Bugis for more chatting and chilling out . It's a really pleasant place. The clear overhead walkway perfectly mimics an alfresco dining experience, while keeping the afternoon drizzle out. The cushy cushions are comfortable, the air-conditioning is just right, and the atmosphere is lazily relaxed. And the best part is, there's not much distraction from people walking around.


This is Li Huey - my AiAi, study-mate, library partner, and best pal in school. And yes, behind her is Singapore's Tallest Wedding Cake. Geez...



We sighted this outside TCC, and decided spontaneously to go all romantic over each other.



Hail the expert connoisseurs - Li Huey and me. Yeah right, like real.
Anyway, just realized that Qun Jie (in yellow) and Ian Loke (in white) were caught in the background.

MIGHTY JOE YOUNG!

And it costs a whopping S$7.50, GST exclusive (*%@#$%&@*^). Super expensive for just a mere glass of coffee, okie! But man, I gotta admit. The price is justified, for the drink tastes divinely superb! And yes, it's a real banana slice on top of the cream, in case you're wondering.
I would have loved to order liquer-mixed coffee, if not for the fact the cheapest one costs at least $11 bucks. Gosh...
And a note to myself, I'm not going to step foot into TCC again for as long as I'm a student if I can help it.


And yes, can you believe there exists such a humongous calculator???!!! I was joking to the gang that for this coming semester, it would be a sight to behold if I bring this into the examination hall. Gahgahgah!!!

LONG ENTRY


During my first semester in school last year, I took a module offered by the Department of Philosophy. The contents are interesting, yes, but it takes up way too much time just to read through them. And not to mention, the reading material is staggering. It comprises of a THICK STACK of A4 paper. SUPER THICK, LAH!!!

Hate though to admit it, but I really and honestly do find the reading material intriguing and fascinating. The different point of views. The convincing arguments. Exploring the grey areas. Standing by of personal convictions. Lashing out of intriguing thoughts. Refuting and finding loopholes in other's arguments.

Just reading stuffs such as Rene Descartes's Meditation, John Sturt Mill's On Liberty, Plato's The Republic, Plato's Euthyphro, Socrates's Meno and etc is simply such an enjoyable pleasure. A simple delight. A sumptuous treat. It sets your mind thinking and fires up your brain cells.

Can virtue be taught?
What defines holiness?
Would you convict a family member of murder?
Nature versus nurture?

And it's really intriguing when philosophers, each with their own view and different beliefs, lash it out professionally and convincingly. The way they establish their own arguments and back it up with strong evidences. It just wows your senses and implodes your brain. Their eloquence simply blows off your mind and their tactfulness, sweeps you off your feet. Really.

Earlier just now, while I was planning for my modules for this coming semester on my personal lappie, I wandered about my computer system a little and chanced upon this file folder in my D: drive which I use to keep my saved school assignments.
I opened the file folder, and out pops a list of module codes. Then I saw. PH1011E Reason and Persuasion. And I recall the pleasant, intriguing, and fascinating reading materials. I opened the Word Document files, and read through what I've written.

And it makes me feel so tempted to retrieve the reading materials from the stacks of paper in my cardboard and immerse myself in delight.

While reading through the files, I suddenly remember this amusing and enjoyable piece of short reading, titled: Love is a Fallacy by Max Shulman.
We (the students) have to "blog" about what we think of it. To make our stand. Whether do we agree with the man, or do we disagree with his way of thinking.

And surprise oh surprise! I re-discovered what I've written a year ago.

Here we have an intellectual young man with a brilliant mind who gives a momentary value to every situation and circumstances. Is this for the better or for the worse, no one can really tell for certain. Sure, he’s obviously an overly-confident young lad who deems and prides himself on being more superior to his peers in terms of logic and astute. But let’s hang on for a moment, isn’t what he is doing, all to his own benefits? Who in their right mind would make choices that are detrimental and destructive to themselves? Doesn't a wise man watch out for his own welfare?

Let's start with this question: Is it considered a bad thing if we view every circumstances in life in a shrewd and calculating manner?

Isn’t there a well-known adage which goes, “the survival of the fittest”, after all? Before we point our finger and criticize the man in question, should we not evaluate ourselves too?

Just like how Mr. Logic had tried to educate Ms. Pretty-airhead on, well, logic, and ended up making an embarrassment of himself, are we, similarly, threading down the same path? Before labeling him “mercenary”, “superficial”, “thick-head” etc, let’s just evaluate ourselves first.


Let’s say I am a drop-dead gorgeous, curvy and shapely babe with a much-coveted Harvard brain, who is very much the ideal bachelorette and the fantasy of every man - dead or alive (Please, kindly don’t burst my bubble; let me dream on). Before me is a bunch of similarly-attractive and equally-eligible promising young men who are all willing to abandon their raccoon coat in exchange for yours truly. Assuming that all the men are of equal standing – financially, intellectually etc, and all of whom I can communicate with as effortlessly, on what other criteria(s) should I pick Mr. Right from this gargantuan pool of potential Mr. Rights? What other quality(s) makes Mr. Right a cut above the rest?

Hasn’t it been said that only the fittest survive?

If I’m a person who esteems intellect, do I not pick a person who is not unlike Mr. Logic?
If I’m a person who values moral, do I not pick someone who is deeply imbedded in the teachings of philosophers such as Lao Tze?
If I’m someone who exalts money, do I not pick a rich young mister who practically rolls around in cash?

Aren’t we doing the same thing which Mr. Logic had done? If so, who are we to criticize him for wanting a beautiful, smart, and gracious wife – a wife who is able to complement him perfectly and aid him in his career?

Everyone has some form of expectations in one way or another. Educators expect their students to pay attention in class and pass the examinations. Parents expect children to be respectful. A husband expects a wife to cook (WIFE = wash, iron, food, entertainment?). A teacher is expected to teach. A chief is expected to cook. A cleaner is expected to clean. Boyfriends expect their girlfriends to be faithful and vice versa. Not forgetting, some educators expect us to contribute 3 blog entries and write 2 paper assignments for Reason and Persuasion module.

Is it bad to have expectations? Is it wrong to expect something from someone?

It can be argued that “love is blind”. Putting it in another way, I would say that love isn’t blind. It’s just that the person in question has sloppy expectations.


It can also be argued that “love covers a multitude of sin”. Based on this fact, Mr. Logic should love Ms. Pretty-but-dumb for who she is, how she is, and what she is; and not attempt to change her in any way.

In retrospect, just because love covers a multitude of sin, does it necessarily mean that we have to condone the negative things? Isn’t it also been said that “he who spares the rod, spoils the child”, and “open rebuke is better than love carefully concealed”?

Who are we to criticize if Mr. Logic wants to rejuvenate the hardly-alive brain cells of Ms. Pretty-but-dumb? If your child steals, do you encourage him to? If your spouse cheats on you, do you cheer him/her on? If your significant other smokes, do you puff together with him? If your son flunks his exams, do you pat him on his back and exclaim “Well done, my son! I’m so proud of you!”?

Heaven forbids!


In one way or another, aren’t we doing what Mr. Logic himself is doing here? We’re all constantly attempting to change people, and to mould them into better persons.


To conclude, if you ask me, love is not a fallacy. In fact, love is pretty much logic. =)

Isn't Philosophy a cool subject?

Anyway, I mean what I write. And based on what you've just read in the passage above, you don't have to agree on my point of view. You can frown or tsk or furrow your brows or whatever.
Personally, I think that love is very logical. I'm pragmatic, and am more of a realist.



But heck, I've gotta admit:

• I did not complete all the reading material which was assigned to this module. Not even half of it. Because the amount of reading material was way too staggering, on top of my core Chemistry modules to juggle.
• I did not attend most of the lectures. Because I had Chemistry practicals before the lecture, and Chemistry lectures right after the Reason and Persuasion lecture. AND it is so much of a hassle to travel to and fro from Faculty of Science (FoS) to Faculty of Arts and Social Science (FASS). ESPECIALLY at lunch time, 12pm. It's hazardous and frustrating, trust me.
• And I skipped a couple of tutorials. And on the occasions when I'm present for tutorial, I would lurk about at the back and keep my mouth shut while my aspiring-to-be-a-philosopher tutorial mates debate and trash it out with my tutor. Because I did not attend the lectures. Because I have not read up on the assigned reading material. That's why I shut up.
• And don't ask me how much I scored for assignment Paper 1 and Paper 2 (we have to write 2 papers which are graded, and contribute 3 blog entries - not gradeable - in order to meet the criteria to pass the module). Because I did not collect back my scripts for Paper 1 and Paper 2 from the Philosophy Office.

Horrible, yes, I know.

And in case you're wondering did I pass this module, of course I did.
But I don't know the actual grade I received. Because I've Satisfactory/Unsatisfactory this module. This S/U option is established as a bid to encourage students to try out for modules of a different discipline which they normally would not have dared to, for fear of affecting their academic standing. However, by utilizing this S/U option, whatever grade that we received for this particular module will not be counted towards our C.A.P (otherwise known as G.P.A) score.
And yes, I passed the module. I got a Satisfactory. Which means I got at least a grade C or higher.


My personal promise to myself for this semester?
1) Study the best I can
2) Adhere to my timetable and not skip any Singapore Studies classes that are to be held at FASS
3) READ THE ASSIGNED MATERIALS!!!

HARD PROOF THAT PRINCESS IS WAY BEYOND SUPER-CMI


A few weeks earlier, I was reading this Email sent by the Office of Student Affairs. Initially, I was totally lost and dumbfounded by the contents of such.

BECAUSE I thought by "Mac", it refers to MacDonalds.

"MacNUS will be holding a Mac Roadshow "Major in Mac" (WHO ON EARTH MAJORS IN MAC???!!! I've heard of majoring in Economics, Sociology, Chinese Literature, Life Science, Mathematics, Engineering and etc. BUT Mac??!!!?!!?!? Is this new course sponsored by MacDonald, or what??? Is this like THE APPRENTICE by Donald Trump??? Is MacDonalds trying to talent-scout for the top brains???), starting from next Monday, 2nd July 2007 at the Yusok Ishak House. There will be Macs on display (Oh gosh, they're actually setting up a booth and putting the Super-Value meals on display???!!!), and MacNUS (WAH!!! So efficient, so stylo!!! They have even grouped together an organization within the campus!!!) will be there to answer all your queries about switching on the Mac platform and how a Mac will be suitable for your University life (Gorge on MacDonalds when we're burning the midnight oil , right???). You can bring your Mac along (laptops only please) and obtain help or tips to increase your work productivity on the Mac. In addition, there will be freebies and product demos at the road show. The details are as follows:"

And it was only at the sentence "laptops only please" then did I finally realize that, they're not talking about food here.
And finally, upon reading it the second time, the Email began to make sense to yours truly.

Gosh. I'm super CMI, huh?

Anyway, I wonder, will there be such a demo for Fujitsu laptops???

SUN-TANNING TOMORROW


Today, I had to do QC on the laboratory manuals. Allan was teaching me what are the main (read: important) things to look out for; such as: whether the correct laboratory manuals are given (e.g. HEV IgM test kit manuals instead of HTLV ones), the addresses of our Cavendish address and the regional office in Switzerland, as well as the contact numbers.

All the remaining parts of the manual, just briefly look through can already. Check and see got errors anot.


I gave a cursory glance at the manuals, and let out a dismal, wah-leu-you-want-to-kill-me-is-it, and long-suffering "uhhh... ... ..."

Face page of the manual...

AND... ... ...

The back page

*getting cross-eyed already*


I mean look through briefly only lah. Not sentence by sentence or word by word. Just go by paragraphs is good enough.


I heaved a sigh of relief, giving eternal gratitude for life's little mercies.

But not that it helps much, though. As this particular batch of test kits is to be shipped over to Europe as soon as QC department gives the all-clear, each set of manual thus comes in 6 different languages: English, German, French, Italian, Spanish, and Brazilian.
AND I HAVE TO DO QUALITY CHECKS ON NOT 1, NOT 2, BUT 13 SETS OF MANUALS!!!

13 x 6. Do the math.



Anyway, a fire-drill is schedule tomorrow at noon, 12pm. It's been ages since I've last been forced involved in any fire-drills. Think my last experience would be back in Primary school. And it feels absurd, really, going on to 21 this year and still participating in some silly (and fake) fire-drills.

AND at 12pm, somemore!!! Later I chao da, how??? You tell me!!!



Looking on the bright side, something good about having fire-drills in the afternoon:
LUNCH IS PROVIDED.

Heh!



I'm pacified. Sort of.


Hope it'll be cloudy and windy tomorrow afternoon. Better yet, let there be rain.

PLOP! AND THERE IT GOES...


For this week, as one of my colleagues is off to Japan for her 1 week honeymoon, I'll be involved in doing QC checks on our ELISA (Enzyme-linked Immunosorbent Assay) Plates as well. As this is a biomedical manufacturing company, it is the standard, mandatory procedure to ascertain whether each new batch of manufactured products meets our in-house criteria before allowing them for sales in the market.

Cool, really. I've been itching to lay my hands on doing ELISA tests. During my attachment days, I was only given the opportunity to have hands-on on Diagnostic Rapid Tests and Western Blots. ELISA tests were, however, left untouched. Most probably because it is one of the more complicated processes as compared to the former two. And probably, there was no sense in teaching something this complicated to an intern who was only attached to the QC department for a mere one week.

And this is what I mean by complicated.

Strong positive result of pre-coated HTLV I/II ELISA Plate

This is an ELISA Plate. And each plate consists of a whooping 8 wells/strips x 12 strips = 96 wells (by "wells", I refer to those circle structures inside the white frame). To simplify things, this is a picture of a ELISA Plate that has been treated with Reactive Control Serum. See the yellow-coloured liquid inside each well? In short, yellow implies a positive result. The darker the shade of yellow, the stronger the positive.

To obtain a quantitative reading of each well, an OD (Optical Density) reading has to be done with a computer. Of course, the darker the shade of yellow, the higher the OD reading for that particular well will be. Technology, huh?


Anyway, for most part of today, I was busying myself with carrying out quality checks on one of the new batches of ELISA Plates which are pre-coated with HTLV I/II (Human T-lymphotropic Virus I/II). Being new and unfamiliar with ELISA tests, I preferred to err on the side of caution, and handled the ELISA plates with more gentleness and fragility than is apparently needed. I was tipping a particular ELISA plate over and emptying the residual serum into the Waste Container when Allan took it from my hands and showed me how they usually do it.

Aiyo. Don't need so gentle. Just shake the plate forcefully. It's okay, one. The strips usually won't drop.

And he gave the ELISA plate a hard shake. And... ... ... Plop!!! One of the strips fell into the Waste Container.

He gasped. I gasped. We both gasped.


And to make things worse, the Waste Container contains Decon 90, which is a strong disinfectant detergent. And as the strip is transparent white in colour, it was already "swimming" in the detergent for a good whole minute before we managed to fish it out.

And for this ELISA test, I was testing on intra-plate specificity. Intra-plate. Meaning that we are determining the consistency of specificity of each and every well within a single plate.
There's nothing that can be done to salvage the situation. Hoping against hope that the Decon 90 has not done any significant damage to the strip, I continued with the remaining processes in the protocol.

It was about an hour later when the second mishap happened. I was emptying the Conjugate Solution when, all of a sudden, the ENTIRE PLATE TOTALLY slipped off my fingers and into the Waste Container AGAIN.

PLOP!!! !!! !!!


I gasped. I gulped. I blinked. My heart skipped a beat. Then I reached in and picked up the plate.

Frantically tapping it dry on a thick wrap of tissue, I was more than before certain that there's no way this plate would have passed the QC requirements. Luckily, it's the same ELISA plate which Allan had unceremoniously "thrown" one of its strips into the same Waste Container an hour ago. Lucky.

And true enough, when I reached the last and final step of the process, this is the result I got.

Blotched up result of HTLV I/II ELISA Plate

Isn't it a far cry from the first picture?

See the entire column of white wells on the extreme right of the photo? That's the strip which Allan dropped into the Decon 90.
And the random white wells in the middle of the plate? They're courtesy of me.

BUT HEY!!! At least I managed to save some wells. But not that it matters at all. Because the result that I am supposed to obtain should be how it looks like as shown the first picture.
And of course, even without needing to obtain a quantitative OD reading, it's obvious even to the naked eye that this ELISA plate is CMI. A sure goner.

Awww... Because of this blunder, I've got to do a repeat on another HTLV I/II ELISA Plate tomorrow.

Awww... ... ...





And this is Allan. And I was teasing him that his back view and side view look so much better than his front. Hohoho.

CHATTERBOXES? NOT ONLY WOMEN.


Read this interesting online article a while ago.
And whoever says women talk alot?

Researchers recorded the daily conversations of 400 university students in the United States and Mexico over a period of several days. They found that females spoke about 16,215 words each day, and males uttered an average of 15,669 words, which was considered a statistical dead heat.
"So, counter to stereotypes, there doesn't seem to be evidence that males and females talk at different rates, at least among college students," said study author James Pennebaker, the psychology department chairman at the University of Texas at Austin.

So, men only talk a tad lesser than women do on a daily average. BAH!!!

Well-worn clichés about women being chatterboxes all stem from the same cultural notion -- that they love talking much more than men, experts said.
But there has never been any scientific proof to back up that stereotype, said Marianne LaFrance, a professor of psychology and women's gender and sexuality studies at Yale University.
In her own and others' work, LaFrance noted, "the research is consistently
showing either no sex differences in the amount that men and women talk, or if there is a difference, then it depends on the context. For example, in a professional context, men actually outspeak women by a long shot."

According to Pennebaker, it's still possible that differences in verbalization between the sexes emerge as people age. And he said the study's focus on college students might also ignore behavioral differences between men and women based on social class.
But LaFrance believes that prevailing notions of the "female chatterbox" have cultural and political roots based in sexism.


"There's this prevailing idea that women are engaged in trivia, in minutia, silly patter," she said. On the other hand, stereotypical men are thought to hang back, silent, until they have something really important to say.

But study after study refutes these pat assumptions, the Yale expert said. For example, there's ample evidence that gossip is just as popular a topic of conversation (if not more so) among men as it is among women, LaFrance said. However, it is true that women and men tend to favor distinct subject matter when they talk, she said.
The data shows that women do tend to talk about relationships more," LaFrance said. And it's possible that this desire by women to better understand other people, most notably their partners, has given rise to certain stereotypes.

"If I were going to guess why people think women talk more, it would be that it probably comes from what happens during [romantic] conflict," Pennebaker said. "There have been some studies to suggest that during emotional conflict, guys get quiet and women talk more."


Even though the tendency of males to "clam up" in these private
disputes doesn't carry over to other social contexts, people may generalize that men are withdrawn by nature, Pennebaker said.

LaFrance agreed. "One of the biggest complaints in heterosexual relationships that women have is the 'unforthcomingness' of their male partners," she said. "That may be where part of these stereotypes come from."

But the experts agreed that men can quickly become much more verbal when the mood strikes them.
In marital conflict situations, "The data shows that it depends what they're talking about," LaFrance said.
"If she wants to talk about something that he cares about, then he will respond," she added.
And subject matter is also key, she noted:
"Just get guys talking about sports or finance or lawnmowers -- then you've got another category of chatterboxes."

SOURCE

SEE SEE!!! HEAR HEAR!!! Men are just as much as a chatterbox as women are!

WHO'S MORE CLEVER? THE EDUCATOR OR THE ONES BEING EDUCATED?


Got this from Matthew's blog.

One night, 4 college students were playing till late at night and did not study for the test which was schedule for the next day. The following morning, they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as dirty as they could with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they had gone out for a wedding last night and on their return the tyre of their car burst and they had to push the car all the way back and that they were in no condition to sit for the test. So the Dean said they can have the re-test after 3 days. They thanked him and said they will be ready by that time.

On the third day they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as this is a Special Condition Test, all four were required to sit in seperate classrooms for the test. They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last 3 days. The Test consisted of 2 questions with the total of 100 Marks.

Q.1. Your Name.........................( 2 MARKS )
Q.2. Which tyre burst ?...............( 98 MARKS )
a) Front Left
b) Front Right
c) Back Left
d) Back Right

PSYCHOTIC FELINE CANNONBALLS


I wonder, is it considered mentally sane and perfectly psychologically acceptable to get urges to give felines a hard kick whenever a person catches sight of one?

I was just mentioning it to De Quan a couple of weeks back after service on a particular Saturday night. And I was asking him whether does he feel the same way as I do. You know, the crazy urge and itching temptation to kick a cat - hard - from behind.
And the sweet guy mentioned vaguely something about pasting my pictures on the streets and sending a photo of me to the SPCA. How nice.

Now, to set the record straight, I generally DON'T dislike cats. More precisely put, it's the way they behave that somehow - strangely - never fails to trigger off something in me.

The way they lick their paws so sickeningly seductively. The way they snuggle up to the lamppost so disgustingly coyly. The way their eyes focus on you so eerily. And the way their sly meows sound so foxy and cunning.
Super teh, lah. In my opinion, it's worse than having a "stick-like-superglue" clingy girlfriend/boyfriend who perpetually and permanently latches onto you like a leech. Or like lianas coiling tightly around the trunk of trees. As if there is no tomorrow. As if the sun is going to explode in his/her face any moment. As if an enormous meteorite is hitting Earth soon.
Pesky. Disgusting. Corny. Too heavily dependent. And yes, frustrating and suffocating and irritating.

Not forgetting, what's so fun and interesting about a boring ball of yarn?
And I already think that having a bunch of 20-odd men running to and fro a big patch of grass and chasing after a useless ball is silly, hilarious, and irrational enough. Com'on!!! That ball is not even made of silver, much less gold!


Each time I catch sight of a cat - especially one that is either licking its paws or rolling around and stretching itself luxuriously out on the ground - my mind indulge in this crazy idea to sneak up behind it, deliver an unceremonious and merciless kick, and send it soaring gracefully through the air like a football. Really.

But of course, I've never carried out that act as of date. Because I'm not cruel. Because I'm very kind and benevolent and merciful and loving and gentle. And because there are people and witnesses around.

So, instead of putting my right foot down to practical use each time I see a cat, I would contend myself by allowing my hyper-imaginative brain cells imagine the cat soaring and zooming smoothly and comically through the air like a feline cannonball.

Guess I'm not taken to felines.


I very much prefer canines. And not just any dogs at that; but BIG and REAL ones. Middle-sized dogs are alright. But small dogs aren't really dogs, if you ask me.
They don't bark; they yelp pitifully.
They don't eat; they nibble slowly.
They don't lick you; they sniff you pathetically.
They don't leap or jump onto you; they hop miserably.
A real dog is one which is fat-pawed, big-eating, and totally capable of practically slurping you in the face. One which you can either saddle on, or wrestle with, or both.


Anyway, before I digress... ... ...
Does anyone else feel the same way as I do about felines?

FINALLY, SOMETHING TO CHEER OVER ABOUT HITTING THE DREADED 21 AND BECOMING AN OFFICIAL, LEGAL ADULT IN THE EYES OF THE LAW...


You get a (tiny) slice of the GST Offset Package!!! (*Cheers!!!*)

And even better if you possess the XY sex chromosomes. You get a BIGGER slice of the cake due to something lovely called National Service.


And now, I really wonder what men have to complain about NS.
Free food. Free lodging. Free training instructors. Free medical checkups and Medical Officers and MCs. Free use of exercise equipments. A FATTER monthly paycheck than the female counterpart who has the same level of qualification and position held at work.
AND now, adding to the ever-growing list, is a meatier allocation of GST Offset Package.

What's there to complain about, really?
You tell me. Complain about what???!!!


Men!!!

COMPLETELY BRAINWASHED BY BEAUTIFUL GIRL


Don't get mistaken. I'm not turning homosexual. My sexual orientation is still the same.

Have been listening to Class 95 every morning from Monday to Friday, 0800hours to 1730hours, in the laboratory. And Class 95 loves (this is an understatement. I think a more appropriate term would be compelling obsession) to broadcast this song, Beautiful Girl by Sean Kingston.
You know the way it goes; keep repeating something long enough, and before long the person will be wondering why didn't he/she pay any attention to the matter in question in the first place.

So now, even though I've never been much of a R&B fan for as far back as I can remember, this song has somehow wormed it's way into my system. Class 95 has successfully brainwashed me, i guess.

Every morning from Monday to Friday, 0800hours - 1730hours. How could they not???!!!

You're way too beautiful, girl
That's why it'll never work
You have me suicidal, suicidal
When you say it's over
Damn all these beautiful girls
They only wanna do you dirt
They'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When they say it's over

So groovy~~~ So R&B.



P.S. And this reminds me. Does anyone have the song Fixing A Broken Heart by Indecent Obsession??? It's quite an old song. If you do, kindly msn/sms/email/tag me. I've been looking for it for months.