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Weddings...You either do one or you blog all about it.So keepin up with the current trend, I've decided to dedicate this "Wedding" post to all those of you who have emptied my pockets in the recent times and to those of you who will be emptying it next year.To nullify my boredom, I've resorted to reading The Straits Times during the temple weddings. I can finish the main section, home, life and

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The date nears.My fear grows.What if she changes her mind at the very last minute?What if she cannot suppress her true emotions any more?What if she wants a dramatic climax like Vinnai Thandi Varuvaaya?What do I do????I need to muster the courage and spit out the truth, "No Poonaam, you CANNOT marry me. Leave me alone."

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A few days ago....Me: This one?Mum: No.Me: How about this one?Mum: Don't want.Me: This??Mum : Cannot.Me: Then what can I buy? You have rejected everything I pointed out.Mum: You are not buying anything! You have enough toys.Me: But amma...Mum: I'm leaving.Almost every kid goes home with a toy after visiting Toys R Us. Except for me. Its a miserable existence.______________________________________

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As the weather was not on a hell ride today, I decided to go for a short run around the neighbourhood.My mother was making puri for dinner.On a normal day, I eat four.Today I ate SIX.The more calories I burn, the more my metabolism wants to put in.The only person who benefitted from today's sequence of events is THE MOTHER."Good, all my puri flour is finished. Run more," she said.Great. I run to

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This entry is linked to the previous post.See, I was asked to share my "Miss Tan" experiences on this blog, by a friend, who threatened to "boycott" my blog if I didn't adhere to her wish.Oooh.. she is gonna boycott my blog.... How tragic.I am going to lose ONE reader when I don't even know how many people read my blog. ..That must be utterly terrifying for any budding writer who cannot make it

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Old Friend : Hey, I met Miss Tan the other day.Me: Which Miss Tan?Old Friend : Sec 3 tutor, May Tan la.Me: Serious?! How is she?Old Friend : She looks young la.. after 12 years... mmm...seems like age never catch up with her.Me: She still short? And she recognised you?Old Friend: (Laughs) Yeah she still kinda short. She didn't recognise me initially. She gave me her infamous cold stare.Me: Oh

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Funerals are...A gateway to painWhere the threshold knows no limitA set of ritualsYou don’t want to get the hang ofA part of your memoryYou rather not keepAn enemy of speechBecause there is so much you want to say but you can’tA bitter after taste in your mouthIt lingers, provokes and ridicules your sensesA vacuumIt sucks every bit of youAn end to our beginningThis is it. There is No more.A last

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Why you are fantastic and others hover at mediocrity and 'above average'.On a seperate note, I read something more tragic than the song posted above...Vijay, apparently, wants to do a re-make of 3 Idiots (in Tamil, of course). I don't know what they are going to name it. I would suggest "3 Madaiyans" coz it fits perfectly. Although, I think they are "All Madaiyans" for wanting to embark on a such

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A few days ago, I discovered that my 50 yr old female colleague, with 2 grown daughters and a 3 yr old grand daughter has a waist size of 24 cm.Key highlights in above sentence - 50 yr old, 24 cm, 3 yr old grand daughter.She was asking me where I got my jeans because she liked its colour and texture.But I was too surprised to answer after she informed me of her waist size.50 and 24 cannot go in

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I've moved on in life.I don't Youtube (ordinary) dance videos anymore.I now Youtube ice dancing, figure skating and speed skating. Ice dancing being my favourite.I have to thank Siva for piquing my interest. If she had not uploaded US' ice dance performance in the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics on her Facebook wall.. I would have restricted my winter olympics interest solely to CURLING.For those

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Hollywood goes Bollywood.Molle, 18 and Nathan, 18. Hrithik and Aish, no offense, but I hope you watch this video.Mark Kanemura and Chelsea Hightower do the lyrical hip hop (whatever that means)to bleeding love.Travis Wall and Heidi, Contemporary. This earned choreographer Mia Michaels an Emmy. When I emo, I watch this. When I not emo, I watch this and try to at least touch my toes. Its my small

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Young love is fresh, sweet, immature and absolutely annoying...Especially when IT is oblivious to the real world...Especially when IT thinks an open display of intense affection in our public transportation is a norm.Well, let me tell you young love... after a long week of work... the last thing I want to see on the train is....1) Your boyfriend smothering his baby face in your budding bosom.2)

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Yes, I have Taylor Swift, Katy Perry and Miley Cyrus in my Ipod.No, I am not embarrassed with my collection. I just don't mention it to people because my colleague said it makes me look "uncool".No, I don't have a 16 yr-old's taste in music because I know the Guns N Roses are a music band and not a video game.No, I don't like Taylor Lautner because he dated Taylor Swift. I don't necessary like

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Emporio Armani: Aviator SunglassesFrame: Red RutheLens: OphthalmicColour of Lens: Smoky GreyNature: Scratch Resistant, Anti-Glare, Anti-ReflectivePrice: Can burn a hole in our pocketsCool Factor: Immeasurable :)Status: Akan Datang.

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2009Bintan, Bali and Egypt.Bintan sticks out like a sore thumb in the above sentence. Mmm...Bintan, Bali and Egypt. Now.. that's better.Everyone should go to Bali and Egypt. If you don't, you will die unsatisfied. Your life got no meaning one.. You wasted your existence.. You should fall into an abyss and remain lost in it... etc..etc.. I hope you get the drift.Now 2010 is here... It came

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Its a rush, its a vice, its a sinAnd so the world terms You.But what the world fails to seeIs that your magic is indeed true.You've seen my zenith.You've seen my nadir.You didn't smile with me.You didn't cry with me.You didn't bring me along.You didn't leave me behind.You are there in every step I take.You will be there in every decision I make.In the rings of smoke I blowI clearly see my

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No, I am not dead as suggested by someone who frequents my blog.I am glad to know my existence on planet earth is based on the freqeuncy of my blog posts.I was just lazy to blog and er... I kinda temporarily forgot my blog address. Yes, I am cool that way.Anyway, I am back with a vengeance on society.Society has a way of annoying me even if I ignored its existence.The culprit this time is a

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Nov 6We drank for 1.3k1.3k could be a person's proper salary.1.3k could buy us alcohol to last a year.1.3k could have been used to pay my loans.1.3k could be the bursary amount given to students.1.3k could have been used to get my driver's licence.1.3k could have given us a proper holiday.All it gave us was dehydration and exhaustion.So I ask my self-control and common sense, Oasis style, "Where

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I was asked a peculiar favour recently.An inarticulate male requested me to articulate his thoughts into a poem so that he can impress a rather articulate female he had liked for a few months.I initially said No, giving him my moral speech about how one should woo a girl with his own efforts. But he tempted me with beer.So I told myself, "How hard can it be? Its just 8 lines of emo-filled crap. I

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In the alternate universe called celluloid, every now and then, there emerges an actress who fits my definition of 'intriguing beauty'.There is usually something silent, ominous and intense about the way they look.Before you know it, you are fixated.And this year, that beauty turned out to be a basterd.And to those who think she doesn't make smoking look good, I want to show you this:Gosh, she

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I HOPE its better than Ayan man....

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When a 19-yr old tells me I need to act my age...I should sit down and re-evaluate my life goals and desires.When a 10-yr old thinks I am not acting my age...I should tell him he thinks too much.When an 8-yr old thinks she is more knowledgeable than me...I should tell her to go fly kite.When my mother thinks the 8 and 10-yr olds are right...I should sit down and re-evaluate the purpose of my

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Alka Ajith, 14. Mallu girl, who can sing in 12 different languages. Touted to be a finalist in the competition.Priyanka, 14. The girl with the beautiful voice. Touted to be a finalist in the competition.Soundarya, 14. The girl with the steady melodious voice.Jayshree Nisha, GOING TO BE 10! The girl with the expressive voice.I would like to thank the kind soul who compiled Alka's songs. There are

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Friend : I broke up with my boyfriend. Will you go out with me?Me: Er..Friend: That didn't come out right, did it?Me: NopeFriend : Arrr.. I hate semantics.Me: I love it. It makes you look unglam.Friend: F*** offMe: Obviously, vocab is not a problem for you.Friend: I have more.. you wanna hear it?Me: No. I will just F*** off

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Its been 12 months.I still can't look your mother in the eye without flinching.You are missed, very much.

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Boss: Do you know which famous person said, "I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use"?Me: (Are you joking?!) Nope. No idea.Boss: Ok, so what must you do?Me: (Sighs) Ask the right questions...Boss: Yes.Me: Yup.Boss: So..Me: ......Boss: Ask me la. But only 5. Think carefully.Me: (I want to go home.)

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Very often I hear people say, "My dad is my hero."And very often I thought to myself, "My dad is not my hero."To describe my dad to be a Hero, just seems too idealistic. It feels like I am disconnecting him from the real world.I imagine a Hero to wear his underpants on the outside, leap from building to building, hunt bad guys, protect the poor and helpless etc, etc.. Blame it on Television, but

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Colleague: Hey, the new girl thinks you are unfriendly and cocky.Me: Why? Because like everyone else I didn't ask her private questions like where she worked previously? How much her salary was? Whether she has a boyfriend? What her father does?Colleague: Oei! We just want to get know her better!Me: Yeah finding out whether she has a boyfriend has brought you all closer. So tell me, what does it

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I call my soon-to-be 22 yr old cousin to ask her about Saturday's plans.At the background, I hear a guy, on a microphone, talking about some techniques.I ask her, "Are you in class?"She says, "Ya la.."I tell her, "So sorry. Its ok we will talk later. You carry on with class first."She says, "No la.. Its not a problem. Not like he is interesting."I say, "Look, I do not want to interrupt your

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TidbitsThe guy in the center with specs, if you did not know, is Lim Swee Say, Minister in the Prime Minister's Office and NTUC Secretary-General. The remaining KTV singers are probably NTUC's directors.They are singing the song to a popular Hokkien tune.The compere is a cock. He thinks the song is "creative" and people "want to hear somemore".I don't know what the Indian guy was thinking when he

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The pictures above (Kuorosh on top and Farzan below) are currently decorating the work cubicle of a friend.So I asked her one day, "Ooh who are these guys?"She looks at me in shock and goes or should I say shouts, "They are like the top male models of Iran!!!"Me says, "And how am I supposed to know that?!"She says, "Come on! EVERYBODY knows Farzan. He is internationally famous now! He is

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"Who throws paper balls at 46 yr old aunties? What do you have?? A Peter Pan complex or something?!""Are you going to call me Peter Pan from now on?! Cool...""No I am not! But I wish I could Tinker with your head, hit your ass with a Pan and Hook you to the office door.""Janie you are a genius! hahaha...""Go away Anu before I kick you all the way to Never Never land."She loves me. Just like how

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Naresh Iyer's maggi hair is distracting.Benny's lack of hair is distracting.Priyadarshini's quiet and "homely" demeanor while singing "Where is the party?" is the most distracting.Having said that, I love their songs :)

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My definition of aunties - Ladies 45 and above.Within a few weeks in the organisation, I learnt that it is taboo to call the 45++ ladies, aunties. They cringe, squirm and glare at you when you call them a*****s. Better still, some ignore you, saying they didn't know you were talking to them. One of them actually told me, "I have a name. Its for people to call." I wanted to call her "Bitch" and

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I would like to thank AWARE for not remembering their mission and goals and for not being AWARE of their role in society.I would like to thank the staff of MCYS for redefining their role in the civil service, because seriously, no one else can PIMP us out like them.

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I thought the singers on Air Tel Super Singer were really good... until I stumbled upon this guy.Hemachandra, currently 21, is of Telugu descent. He has a few Telugu and Hindi songs to his credit.He competed in Zee TV's Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Challenge 2005. He was 17 then.Sa Re Ga Ma Pa is a national-level singing competition in India, meaning anyone from any state in India can take part. But you have

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"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone." -KeynesHo Chi Minh City- The thriving capital of Vietnam is a fine blend of conservatism and modernism. It is a city enjoying its economic benefits in a stringent manner. It is a city that caters to the tourists' needs without compromising its cultural

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Maksim Mvrica, 34.Occupation: If you don't know, check it out for yourself.

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And so I await the new movie... I am not sure if it would be good.But at least I know the actor I like rarely screws up.Once again Poonaam will be accompanying me to watch the movie... Because...1) Thats what friends do.2) She loves me.3) She can use this to blackmail me to watch an Ajith movie with her in THE CINEMA. 4) I have the patience to translate the parts she doesn't understand.On a more

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Some people need to laugh more.Some people need to know jokes are JUST jokes.Some people need to learn how to take a joke.Some people need to know a situation is serious because they made it serious.Some people need to know friends will laugh at you and with you.Some people need to know their friends are just wittier than them.So laugh at the world... and it will laugh with you.“You grow up the

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Dad: Will you take part in the Ungalil Yaar Adutha Prabhudeva, if they have a Singapore version of it?Me: Mmm.... I...Dad: Don't. You will get knocked out in the auditions. Its a difficult competition.Me: You didn't even wait for my reply.Dad: I know your thoughts just by looking at you. I am your father.Me: Yeah, the same father who told the relatives his daughter's birthday was in October.Dad:

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You are what you eat.You are what you read.You are what you speak.You are what your parents are.You may even be what you smoke.But.. you are NOT what you wear.Well dressed can mean a lot of things... but it can also not mean many things.Well dressed does not mean you are clean and tidy.Well dressed does NOT mean you are intelligent. If you go by that logic than the insurance agents are the

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I like this song... Alot, I must add.My friends like this song too.I hum and sing it every other day.So with my interest in the song in mind, I Youtubed it.It's possibly the BIGGEST mistake of my life.I am currently trying to ERASE the picturisation from my fragile mind.

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50 places in the World to see before you die. Its a book I browse at my office every single day.With beautiful pictures and succinct summaries, it is an enjoyable read.While fantasising about how great it would be to have a smoke in all those places, it hits me... that I have only seen ONE out of the 50 mentioned in the book and that too when I was 10!And I am 26 now. My existence was initially

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I met this realllly preeeeety caucasian Chinese girl a few days ago.Her name is Tiesa. Nice....So Tiesa and I start talking about movies, music, alcohol and other stuff which as a responsible blogger I should not mention on my blog.Tiesa says cheekily with a smile, "I have three piercings... I leave it up to your imagination."I say, "Two on your ears and one on your eyebrow.."Tiesa, "Oh.. ya...

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Mrs Secretary: Did you hide my cushion?Me : Which cush..Mrs Secretary: I will hit you if you lie to me.Me: (meekly) Its in that cabinet.Mrs Secretary: Thanks.She slaps my head and walks off.Me: (outraged) YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!!!!!!!!!

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Mummy: Did you tell the neighbour's daughter you were going to hell?Dummy : Yes.Mummy : Why??????!!!Dummy : Because she asked me where I was going and I couldn't think of an interesting place.My neighbour's daughter is 8 and no she is not annoying. I like her. She gives me candy once in a while.Whenever the kid sees me going on a holiday, she asks me, "Kakak (elder sister) where you going?"And so

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The mother and I are watching TV.I slouch on my sofa, with the cushions slipping off the edge of my seat, and start my constructive criticism:She is fat. That top is not helping her.Too much make-up.My god, he looks retarded.What a dumb look on her face?!No sense of rhythm, no timing, no coordination.He looks like a clown.She looks stupid.I think she went for a nose job...STOP, says my mom. She

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Next week this time...I will be walking here....I will be staying here....I will be having a drink here... I will be relaxing here...And instead of that guy, it will be Me having a massage here!I love massages (not in Singapore). I can do them as an activity. Over the years, massages have removed knots and aches in my bodies in minutes. Credit must go the masseurs, who are usually pint size, but

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You can say its a strategy you adopt when you feel threatened but... its still a war crime.You can find a "loophole" in the Geneva convention and exploit it but... its still a war crime.You can say they started it but... its still a war crime.You can claim you had no other choice but... its still a war crime.You can say you were protecting your country but... its still a war crime.Its a war

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A dream that keeps coming back:Me, a book, my Mp3 player, Mr. Dante and my thoughts on an island... far, far, far away from home...Nice...But where is the alcohol???!!!!

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The start of the year has been a discovery...1) We play Taboo the best when we are high.2) One of my close friends was in gymnastics in Secondary school. I am still recovering from the shock.3) I am not as fast as Tony Jaa (the Ong bak dude).4) Poonaam actually cares about the vessels she arrests.5) I like a new anime character... Kawaiii...6) I consciously measured my distance from a building to

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Date: Dec 23Occasion: Two days before XmasVenue: Conference RoomTime: Morning...Activity: ChessPlayers: Me and my Boss' wifeI scrunched up my eyebrows; an act highlighting my deep concentration. To move the knight or not? That was the question. I glanced up at my opponent.She was stoic.I couldn't read her face or her next move.Time and again she looked at the bare office walls.I felt slighted.As

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Boss: I wanted to ask you earlier but forgot... Have you used the book voucher we gave you?Me: Ah.. yes... I did. Used it last month in fact.(Kinokuniya book voucher: My 26th birthday present from the office)Boss: So did you get the books I recommended?His recommended list:Sameul Huntington's The Clash of Civilisations (which I have already read and he knows that)Obama's The Audacity of HopeDavid

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Whenever Poonaam and I go for a holiday, the person who does the most planning for the trip is....My Secretary.I have THREE maps of the area in which my hotel is located.I have the number of the Singapore Embassy in Ho Chi Minh and Hanoi though I am not going to the latter.I have the Ho Chi Minh police station number.I have the Vietnam tourism board branch office number.And she also passed me the

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You turned 26 four days ago.I guess it was a different birthday for you.Well.... it was different for us.I can't buy you a Barons can everyday.But I hope you had your fill on your birthday.And yes.. I still stand by my theory, Heineken is way better.Happy Birthday Cuz :(

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Name: Airtel Super Singer 2008Channel: Vijay TVTime: Every Mon-Wed, 9.00pm to 10.00pmReal SingersReal Judges (Unnikrishnan, Sujatha and Srinivas)Real TalentReal MusicNo SMS votingI have two favourites, 22 yr old Renu and 21 year old Ravi.I listen to Renu's voice everyday without fail.I wish she knew how ardent a fan I am.Then again, Judge Srinivas and Host/Singer Chinmayi are fans of her voice

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Never forget your Secretary's birthday.Never.Especially if she marked it on your planner, personal calendar and online calendar.

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You are 25 now.Sigh... my friend is all grown up.But remember no matter how old you get, You must never stop laughing at my jokes, never stop calling me an ass, never stop hearing my crap, never refuse to scratch my nose when demanded, never stop paying for my food when I don't have the money, never stop planning my bday dinners, never stop going through the stress of getting me the right present

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Two weeks ago, I met a flash from my past.I was having a drink with a colleague at a popular watering-hole in Boat Quay when a thin and tall Chinese girl approached me and said, "I know you from last time. We were from the same Secondary School."I take a good look at her.Somehow, I didn't remember her.She realised it.She said, "I was not from your class. I was from your neighbouring class in Sec

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"Memory is so crazy! Its like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we jut keep forgetting, one after the other. You know what I think? That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're

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At the really young age of 26, I stand at the threshold of life, thinking how different my birthdays have become.The excitement and anticipation: Non-existentIts seems just like any another day.However, the birthday wishes do keep coming, in their own way weird ways at times.. But oh well.. they do come.And some put a smile on my face whereas others put a huge question-mark (???) on my face.Just

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Wahahahaha... Surya.. I like...

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Her name is Ariel.A name I commonly associate with the Disney cartoon "Little Mermaid."She has hair like the mermaid..But NO, definitely not the nose, eyes or the lower anatomy of the mermaid.Well, I have never met anyone called Ariel.Then again, many in Singapore would have rarely met anyone called Anu or Aarokiasaamy for that matter.Ok back to Ariel.I first met Ariel 3 weeks ago. We work in

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Its 5.00 pm.Forty five minutes to complete the assignment and leave the office at regular hours like typical civil servants...I will not leave late on a Friday!! My inner self tells my interior self...And so there I sit.. Busy thinking, busy typing and busy thinking again...I even sacrificed my 4.30 p.m. late afternoon, before 6 p.m., smoke.Its 5.15 p.m.I sense a foreboding presence approaching

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Miri Ben-ari, hip-hop violinist.Its the first time I hear the term hip-hop violinist being officially used on someone.Miri is currently living and working in the USA. She has worked with many notable R&B singers, i.e. Kanye West, John Legend.As her name would suggest she is not American by birth.She is an Israeli, which is synonymous to being brilliant.So I guess her talent is

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You'll be fine tomorrowThe sun will rise againIt's never easy to say goodbyeYou know I'll always love youYou know I always willGoodbye, goodbye, goodbyeMy old friendGoodbye, goodbye, goodbyeWe've reached the endThe memories we made can't be destroyedYou know I won't forget youYou know I never couldAnd when I said I loved youYou know I meant for goodGoodbye, goodbye, goodbyeMy old friendGoodbye,

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Do you remember how you used to wake me up in the mornings when we were young?You will knock my head, repeatedly, with the TV remote and scream, "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up."Do you remember the first dance we did together?We were eight and huge fans of Michael Jackson. And you told me, "Let's dance for Bad" and we did.Do you remember the last dance we did together?It was just three weeks

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When I was slightly younger and naive, I wondered why almost all the old uncles I met said gymnastics was their favourite olympic sport.They told me it was the grace, the elegance and the incredulity of the human body.They did not tell me that it involved young girls in tights.They did not tell me that these young girls in tights had great flexiblity.And they did not tell me that these young

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Off late, I have heard this line too many times, "It sucks here la. I want to leave the country."And all of it from people born after 1965 (post independence era).So I asked, " What's so wrong with this country?"And they say, " Lack of freedom, too materialistic, too grades-oriented, too fast paced, too competitive, too expensive.. everything la.. just everything.."Whoa... I thought to myself...

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These pictures are two months late... But what can I do when they are stuck with a moron friend of mine... I am just glad I got them before my hair started turning grey.Anyway, this is Bangkok...The pretty temples...The hustle and the bustle....And everything else voyeuristic... captured by two female Singaporean voyeurs... The not so young ang-moh tourist with nice legs. (Picture was snapped by

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I was waiting for the train at Yishun MRT station.Four Indian girls were standing beside me.They stopped talking (loudly) when they saw me. I could hear them whispering and giggling.They were saying something about me. That I was sure. But what exactly were they saying? I had no clue...I was wondering whether there was something wrong with my physical appearance, like maybe my hair was standing

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Finally, Miss Venezuela won the pageant this year.I was acutally wondering how long more the Venezuelans were going to come in second and hear the following (in)famous line: "If the newly crowned Miss Universe is unable to continue her duties, the first runner up will assume her position and continue her reign." Well, Dayana Mendoza certainly bucked the trend this year.Coloumbia came in second

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Kabbalah is the mystical aspect of Judaism. It revolves around its essential book, the Zohar.Wearing red strings on the wrists to ward off Evil Eye is a popular Kabbalah practice.Do the Hindus know this?!!I have two red strings on my wrist. I believed it was solely a Hindu practice.According to a friend, I will have no problem in Jerusalem as I have two red strings on my wrist.But even without

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Sometime back I did something I NEVER thought I would do....NEVER....Not me.. not in a million years....I fell sleep in a TAMILAN club....Right beside the DJ Console somemore...With Speakers just over my head...Was it exhaustion?boredom? intoxication? Or a combination of all three??I do not know...BUT what I do know is....1) I slept for about fifty minutes in the club2) Not one of the three

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I have recently concluded that clubbing can be fun, especially when you do not patronise the clubs with a huge group of friends. Its interesting to note that when you go with fewer people you tend to make more new friends in the club.Well, in this context, friends might not be the most apt word; "weak acquaintances" would be better. I mean these are the sort of people you hang out with only in

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So the Italians are going home... Once again because of penalties...Sigh...I took MC today because.... I was... er ... sick...Adieu Italia... The Euro Cup will not be as interesting now... Yeah... I know THESE guys are OUT.Oh well... since my favourite team has left the Alps.. I shall support the Vodka Federation now.I like Arshavin (below) and his team of Russian soldiers led by the Dutch

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When pain is not about hurting anymore but just not about feeling.When tears are not about crying anymore but about releasing.When fear is not in the mind anymore but in the heart.When doubt is not about uncertainty anymore but about suspicion.When your reflection is not you anymore but an acquaintance.When paths don't cross anymore but clash.When a minute don't pass quickly anymore but crawls,

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It was THE day. The "Dressing Right" course was about to start in 5 minutes.To prove Everyone a (futile) point, I was dressed in black pants, a red long sleeved shirt, a formal jacket, covered shoes (with heels) and frameless glasses.And to top it off, I carried a small briefcase.I knew I looked good. In fact, I didn't know how great I actually looked.So yes, I walk in to the seminar room,

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When Christopher Columbus sailed around the world, he claimed that he wanted to explore exotic lands and learn about different people sharing the planet with him. He believed that the world was a vast treasure trove of riches.He is so right man. But I have to tell him something.You see Mr Chris, you don't exactly need to travel to a particular country to experience its riches.Look at me, I am

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On a particular weekday, 9 years ago, I went to my JC classes stoned, drained, exhausted and extremely happy. Man U had won the Champions league, in a manner which gave me cardiac arrest.9 years down the road, I did the same. I went to work today with 30 mins of sleep, drained, exhausted and highly ecstatic. Man U had won in similar style.And you know what, I am not a big fan of superlatives but

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Of late, I like Rain. I have turned a blind eye to his small eyes and rather flat nose, I am usually not this "un-superficial". BUT ALL I see now are his abs and HEEP-HOPE (Korean accent) dance moves. So just to share my new found kimchi love.. I uploaded these videos.This song currently runs in repeat mode on my mp3 player.Though the last video didn't feature Rain as much the other two... I HAD

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If this was an A-level GP topic, I would have called myself, "Siow" for even considering writing it.But after almost 7 years, I have to say, the many MEs unanimously agree with the topic; A degree can only get you that far. There is no "A degree can get you very far" argument on my part, because honestly, it can't.It can REALLY only get you that far. To put it visually, it can only bring you to

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All the young ones at work have to attend a 5 day personal development (PD) programmeInfo: There are 42 different courses in the programme, I need to select 4 or 5 to go for.I conveniently did not sign up and intelligenlty thought my Boss wouldn't know (Boss was not in town).I momentarily forgot that my boss is not stupid.Hence, started the email war....Boss's email : I see that you have not

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Me: What would you do if I quit my job to become a dancer?Brother: I will quit NS and become a book writer.Background Info: The last time I saw my brother with a storybook, he was 14. He is 22 this year. When anyone asks him, what is his favourite book? He, very seriously, in a dignified manner goes, "The Merchant of Venice". The person who asked the question is immediately impressed. They would

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Once when Buddha was alive, his opponents hired some people to curse him and Ananda when they were out on their alms round. Ananda got upset and asked Buddha to go to another city- a city where they would not get cursed, a city where they would not get criticized. Buddha asked him, “And what should we do, Ananda, if they curse us there?”“Leave the city and go to another,” replied Ananda.“And if

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I have a Morning Song. I am not sure about the general populace, but yes I do have a particular song which I always listen to, first thing in the morning.The song reminds me of my purpose in life.The song rejuvenates my spirit which dies a natural death every morning at 6, when I wake up for work.The song succeeds in keeping me alive/awake as I take my Mon-Fri morning walk to the bus stop.The

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My tuition kid and I are playing Hangman.He is a 14 year old, who is as slack as slack can get. Out of the seven deadly sins, he would be sloth.So together, we are Lazier and Laziest.There were several times, he almost "hung" in the game.But there was one time where I wanted to "hang" myself....The clue was Historical figure.As you can see below, he had guessed most of the letters.__ A P O L E A

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When Thailand chose HIM as PM (the dude with his own cooking programme)Over HIM (The Queen's English speaking Oxford graduate with First class honours in Philosophy, Politics and Economics and a Master’s degree in Economics; and a bachelor’s degree in law from Ramkamhaeng University) I was dumbfounded. I couldn't quite comprehend their decision . They chose Samak, SAMAK!! over ABHISIT!!!! Look at

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Sunday Times Feb 10 2008: Snippets that caught my spectacle-less blind eyesOn the not so bright side :" Ah Meng, the Singapore icon, left behind five children and six grandchildren when she died last Friday morning after eating her breakfast of fruits." - Nur Diana Suhaimi ST journalistMy interpretation:Ah Meng died after eating her breakfast of fruits.Ah Meng's cause of death : Consumption of

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I got distracted almost immediately, hence, I detracted from my gung-ho "Unleash the inner Karunguni" attitude. My mind went wandering. I started thinking about the complexity of being a 5 yr old child in a barbaric Indian family.It was almost strange to envision that I would embrace death at a young age of 5. I had many dreams and desires that would go unfulfilled and I was not really into the

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Obama quotes....I cannot swallow whole the view of Lincoln as the Great Emancipator.I don't oppose all wars. What I am opposed to is a dumb war. What I am opposed to is a rash war.Money is not the only answer, but it makes a difference.My first job is to say thank you to those who voted me. Those who didn't, I'm going to get your vote next time.I'm so over exposed I'm making Paris Hilton look

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She gave me an awkward smile, one that was shy at its contours but warm in its character. I returned it with a grin and a tiny wave. She acquiesced and looked away.That was our third meeting in the rather busy corridors of our office building. Many a time, we have walked passed each other, to the ladies, to the pantry and to the water cooler but somehow failed to acknowledge each other since our

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The Disney life I always wanted.....1) Live in Agrabah, the enchanting world of Aladdin.2) Have a genie and a magic carpet at my disposal.3) Have Nala from Lion King and Bagheera from Jungle Book as my pets.4) Have the paraiah(stray) dog Tramp, fetch my newspaper every morning.5) Have a gigantic library like the Beast.6) Marry someone who looks like Aladdin, has a body like Tarzan and a

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Whenever my mom called me a "stupid child", I sought comfort in this video.I felt better...every single time.

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What I want for the New Year....1) To get brains like Michael Scofield.2) To be as analytical as Michael Scofield.3) To be as ingenious as Michael Scofield so I can break out of Changi Prison, in case I land up there. I cannot really trust my certain lawyer friend whose name starts with P and ends with M to get me acquitted.AND.....4) For Poonaam to become a nicer person with nicer hair.Thats all

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When I read that anime will be used as a soft power tool to harness Japan's foreign policy and diplomacy, I screamed "Yatta!!", Hiro Nakamura style. Not like I contributed to the decision-making but still... I had to express my joy. Joseph Nye will understand.When for the SECOND time I read about Miss China's winning of the crown gaining world recognition for Asian beauties, I screamed "Idiots!",

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Venue: Brewski JonesTime: 8.30pm to 3amDate: 29/12/07Main Cast: MANY MANY JUGS of ALCOHOL (I lost count)Not so main but 'still crucial to the plot' cast: 15 Tamilans + 1 Manjathi + 1 Manjan affectionately known as Muthu.Guest apperance: The very nice Portugese bartender Samantha aka Sam, who is probably very nice because she is not local.Put all these together and you get......1) A very happy bar

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ThailandApparently, I look Thai.Apparently, my friend looks South African. Specifically, he looks like Sean Kingston. ????????!!!Apparently, if you are from Singapore you speak Chinese. Imagine my shock when an Indian immigrant working in Patong starts rattling off in Mandarin when he discovers we are from Ching-cha-pore. I was too stunned to even swear in the very little Hokkien I knew. He was

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It is past midnight. I am sitting at my room balcony, having a smoke and looking down at the young girl playing with her ball. There is no one else on the street. Almost all the shops there are closed. The minimal lighting of the street lamps impairs neither her sight nor her judgement. She moves quickly and confidently exhibiting her familiarity with the street. The location of each and every

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