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A Chinese man who can play basketball is still not as fascinating as an American mathematician

I canz drivzx

Today, I bear the license to carry people in a vehicle.
I promise, I'd do my best not to run anyone over even people who can't cross the road properly, don't know where to go, can't see an over-head bridge or traffic light near by, who listen to mp3 players so loud they cannot hear my aggressive honking - I promise to do my best.

My parents are more excited to get me a car than I am because I am smart enough to know that driving is actually a really big chore. I am pretty happy taking buses that take God long to reach my destination and enjoy my ride than swearing at other cars (who obviously cannot hear me) on the highway.

Terence's road rage has rubbed off me and I find myself screaming at cars and people all the time now, I also have to fight off the incredible urge to reach over and honk the horn while Terence is driving. 

The only thing good about passing is that I can finally stop spending money on lessons and be able to rush my mum to hospitals when needed.

Love's Decline In Social Importance

There are a lot of good reasons why people are so afraid of commitment today. Divorces are on the rise, people are getting married later, there's also this silly trend of "I'm single but exclusive to XXX for X years." Science has even managed to break down the components of love and listing its ingredients - mainly, serotonin and dopamine. 

Getting married means being committed to the same person for more years than our forefathers. The average person lives up to 85 or more as compared to the 60 years of our great grandparents or for some (like myself) grandparents. I don't think mid-life crises are that applicable anymore and quarter-life ones are taking shape. Today's youth have more ambition and drive than ever before which we would like to fulfill before taking the next big step.

Personally, my perception of marriage and its importance has always been an alarming matter that needs to be fulfilled in my youth. Perhaps, it's was a by-product of my parents' and my brothers' marriage - hence the number of relationships I've desperately tried to work through and years wasted on someone who cannot be depended on.
Although, still young that impression has no longer stayed with me. On one hand, it could have been the acceptance of being able to be happy on my own (something that, I previously have never been able to achieve). It could also be the small but at least substantial sprouts of motivation and dreams I hope to achieve no matter how undefined they are at the moment. It could be the sudden change and want to stop and embrace everything around me.
Being left on the shelf, isn't something to fear anymore. Besides, no one is ever off the market when cheating and divorces are options.

Elders call us immature and undecisive but I think we're making even more effort and taking marriage more seriously - the way it should be. We're preparing ourselves more and considering our options with more regard and great gusto.
My relatives and parents have asked me about it as have the family of my peers. Babies today born from mothers above 35 are still alright. What's the rush? Besides, I think we can live with certain people discontinuing a family line.

Face Up

After our family day event at Wave House, Sentosa; my colleagues Sharon, HuiQin and Nabilah sat down to gobble lunch. While having lunch we spent more time staring at men on the FlowBarrel then actually eating.

Sentosa being the beach meant a lot of wash board males and crispy tan skin. That is the definition of hot for many. And my colleagues proceeded to go all weirded out by me and my love for skinny males.

To me a man with a good body often works hard to substitute for the lack of dashing features. While I was there, all of them seemed ugly to me. A paper bag over the head, doggy or reverse cowgirl simply wouldn't cut it.

Then again we always don't get what we want so I got a cutsy, fatty fatoms of a boyfriend.

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The Two Way Communication Between Two Worlds

I'm on my way to the wake of a direct relative belonging to a good friend of mine. It doesn't help that my ipod shuffles across all the sombre songs I have.

We can never be prepared for death. It's not our own that scares us the most it's the ones of others you never worry about, that fabricate at the most expected of times.

You cannot force someone to live. He is selfish, removing his presence from all whom have loved and those who continue to for a life time. But who is anyone to call him a coward. At the end of it all, life is oneself - even if many lives come intertwined day after day.

As much as we like to, strength is never transferable. The most it does is to act as reaction sites for others - it rubs off like leaves blown into objects and people and then only to be swept away.

Whilst some will decide to take their lives in place of non-existence in seeking refuge from pain. Others may view it as eternal suffering in another world. Who are we to know what would happen in the afterlife. Scriptures and holy beliefs do little in actualisation. After-all, thousands abuse their physical selves with drugs, alcohol and other intoxications to move away from reality.

There is no wrong.

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Reintroduction

Hello.

My name is Cheryl. I was a recent graduate turned penurious events executive. I bring socially awkward to a new level at the most unexpected of times. I think I have a very contradictory personality. I am an awful listener, sometimes I think I'm extremely self-absorbed. I think hypocrisy is perfectly normal and I practice it on people I care about or am required to care for. I waste too much time on minor activities that don't contribute to my perception, character or knowledge - know it and still do it.

I live with my family of five plus 2 sister-in-laws, three nephews and two maids. Have had a unblessed childhood comparable to a soap opera and am taking steps to mend the old wounds. My father is the managing director of a small marine machining and engineering company and my mother became a circumstantial housewife. My parents are extremely traditional. I only gained freedom on the same level as my peers at 20, previously I've had unreasonable curfews and am never allowed to stay over at a friend's place.

My boyfriend is a sad bloke who has to experience the highest of highs and melodramatic lows. I expect a lot from him: emotionally, physically, sexually and financially. Perhaps there are many times, I think I'm more suited for the bastards I'm used to because I clearly do not deserve him.

My future is extremely uncertain and I do not fear death.

Hello.

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Laneway 2012

I almost forgot that I'd bought tickets to Laneway but at least I did all my listening homework before hand. Seen faces, I haven't seen in so long it was quite awkward and yet it was good seeing them. My absolute favourites have got to be Yuck, Toro Y Moi and Feist. Some photos stolen from Ush Raf

 
The survival kit. From the right hand corner, clockwise: backpack, towel, keys, wallet, hair tie, shades, mobile and external battery pack, ipod, mineral cake, waterproof eye-liner and lip-balm, fan, cigarettes, gore tex jacket, water pack, bag of lollipops, wet towelettes and packs of tissue.





I really love this picture of Jac and Aliff
 




At this point of time, my fan became a whore.



Christopher Owens performed "I Will Always Love You" (presumably in tribute to the late Whitney Houston).


At night, we got our own drinks from a bottle we kept hidden under a car.

Longing For The Stage

Today, we visited Nanyang Technological University and its auditorium for a meeting. Once, I stepped into the auditorium an odd familiar feeling washed over me. The closest memory I had to this was back in 2007 when I had competed as part of Millennia Institute for the Singapore Youth Festival. As I moved onto the stage, the centre of attention amongst rows and rows of seats; I'd realised how much I missed dancing.

I was overwhelmed with the memories and the laughter I had with my modern dance girls particularly "my girls".

I miss the stage and all it's glory. The jitters that shiver down our bones as we peek through the curtains and find thousands of faces (hopefully) anticipating us. The uttermost satisfaction after days of dead beat repetition and sore limbs, once it's up on stage and it ends.

As cliché as I sounds, I really do miss using my body as a form of expression. Most of all, I missed this medium that kept my mind so perfectly sound.

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Here's a random fact:
If porn isn't on (or rather it doesn't stream fast enough), there's always Alfie. God, I love Alfie. Sure, he's an asshole but it's okay. Moral of the story, you can get away with anything as long as you're gorgeous and can lie well. That goes for fucking around and business.

By Your Hand

Artist: Los Campesinos!

Track from Album: Hello Sadness

Auntie

I can't find a better word to describe some women other than "Auntie" - of course, in our local context.

These judgmental bitches who always think they know best but in actual fact know nothing. I personally love how they judge me upon the way I challenge, behave and look and then they find out about the education I have, the family background I come from and the experience I've had - they keep quiet and pretend they've never judged me at all. Then again they never give me the respect or regard I so basically deserve as a human being after that neither.

I never understood why they would always follow a straight pattern and yet always go horribly wrong in their own way.
I hate it most that they always think they have a right to everything just because they are older or that they have a family.

They are mothers, wives, the working class, teachers and maids all at the same time as many other women so why do they act this way.

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I love those days when I don't have a reason to eat and I lose so much weight in just a few weeks. Sometimes, I miss being miserable cause back then I had a reason instead of feeling this mopiness without any reasonable ground. Perhaps being happy has become such a foreign thing that it has turned into something so difficult to accept.
I am so god damn disgusting.

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Hold Your Own Doors

Ngee Ann Polytechnic, what kind of teenage girls do you harbour?

 Chivalry became dead the day women fought for equal rights.

Chivalry dates back to the middle ages and a lot of acts of chivalry would be quite creepy in today's context - such as, ordering food for the lady, walking her to wherever and whenever (even the damn bathroom a stone throw away), giving way to her when he's nearest to the exit, pulling out chairs and kissing her hand. Down right creepy or just plain stupid isn't it.

Chivalry in some cases seem to become as a way to remind women that they are of a second class, that they cannot take (for example) certain physical labour - including opening a door - so that men have to do it for them. Natural progression follows this, once males think we need to be taken care off all the time they will expect us to do trivial matters (like staying in the kitchen and making sandwiches all day) whilst they use their time to handle the important matters for both themselves and their wives.

Then came the feminist revolution, "girl power", kicking asses and all that jazz (appropriately jazz), we got tired of being in the kitchen so we asked for equal rights. Everyone cleans up their own shit, takes charge of their lives (education, marriage, jobs) and holds their own doors.
The men being gentlemen as they are, gave way to that (eventually). Many even started supporting us in that quest. They saw to giving us the equal right to earn the same income, to be able to study the same subjects and to hold our own doors as much as they did.
But now we're asking for chivalry?!

Chivalry today is affection not a code nor right or wrong.

A man walks you back to your place because he cares about others - be them just friends or family, a significant other pulls out a chair during a special occasion because he wants to highlight to you how extraordinary this date is, a man holds onto a door for you because he has some sense and is kind enough to help you when you're carrying a load of files.

Chivalry in the first place never meant women own men. What on earth gave today's society that impression?

HOLD YOUR OWN DAMN DOORS, THERE'S ONLY 30% NON-AUTOMATIC DOORS IN EXISTENCE TODAY!
PS. Live without cock if you can, problem solved.