Saturday, May 28, 2005
Having fever... burning at 38 degrees celcius...
take medicine, get drunk, n now going to sleep....
12:18 AM
Thursday, May 26, 2005
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11:22 AM
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Before you order a drink in public, you should read this!
Seven New York City bartenders were asked if they could nail a woman's personality based on what she drinks. Though interviewed separately, they concurred on almost all counts.
The results:
Drink: Beer 
Personality: Causal, low-maintenance; down to earth.
Your Approach: Challenge her to a game of pool.
Drink: Blender Drinks
Personality: Flaky, whiny, annoying; a pain in the ass.
Your Approach: Avoid her, unless you want to be her cabana boy.
Drink: Mixed Drinks
Personality: Older, more refined, high maintenance has very picky taste; knows EXACTLY what she wants.
Your Approach: You won't have to approach her. If she's interested, she'll send YOU a drink..................
Drink: Wine (does not include White Zinfandel)
Personality: Conservative and classy; sophisticated yet giggles.
Your Approach: Tell her you love to travel and spend quiet evenings with friends.
Drink: White Zinfandel
Personality: Easy; thinks she is classy and sophisticated, actually, she has NO clue.
Your Approach: Make her feel smarter than she is...this should be an easy target.
Drink: Shots
Personality: Likes to hang with frat-boy pals and looking to get
totally drunk... and naked.
Your Approach: Easiest hit in the joint. You have been blessed. Nothing to do but wait, however, be careful not to make her mad!
Drink: Tequila
No explanations required - everyone just KNOWS what happens there.
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THEN, there is the MALE addendum ----
The deal with guys is, as always, very simple and clear cut:
Domestic Beer: He's poor and wants to get laid.
Imported Beer: He likes good beer and wants to get laid.
Wine: He is hoping that the wine will give him a sophisticated image to help him get laid.
Whiskey: He doesn't give a damn about anything but getting laid.
Tequila: He is thinking he has a chance with the toothless waitress.
White Zinfandel: He's gay
12:29 PM
Thursday, May 19, 2005
A Tale of Two Cows
TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM.
You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies,
and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.
AN AMERICAN CORPORATION.
You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk
of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.
A FRENCH CORPORATION.
You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.
A JAPANESE CORPORATION.
You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size
of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create
clever cow cartoon images called 'Cowkimon' and market them worldwide.
A GERMAN CORPORATION.
You have two cows. You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat
once a month, and milk themselves.
A BRITISH CORPORATION.
You have two cows. Both are mad.
AN ITALIAN CORPORATION.
You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You break for lunch
and have some fun.
A SWISS CORPORATION.
You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for
storing them.
A CHINESE CORPORATION.
You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full
employment and high bovine productivity.You have the newsman who
reported on the numbers arrested.
AN INDIAN CORPORATION.
You have two cows. You worship them.
A MALAYSIAN CORPORATION.
You have two cows. You signed a 40-year contract to supply milk at
0.06 per lit. Then midway you raised the price to 0.60 or you cut supply.
When the buyer agrees to the new price,you change your mind again and now
want 1.20.The buyer decided you can keep the milk and they go look for
milk that comes from recycled cows. Your two cowsretire together with the PM.
A SINGAPOREAN CORPORATION.
You have two cows: One "cow-peh" and one "cow-bu". Both are owned by a
government linked corporation.
5:25 AM
Sunday, May 15, 2005
I got the acceptance letter from SIM... Finally it came after more than 2 months... The moment i saw the letter, I was feeling quite happy... All my waiting pay off afterall... Will be starting school in July.... Geesh, that is like less than 2 mths's time...
After seeing the school fees I'm no longer feeling happy.... I was told by many ppl that SIM is really expensive and is true! First payment for the first semester costs me more than $5k *faint* This includes the school fees, SIM membership fees, GST, etc.... Sigh!
After huge sum of money, my effort, my time, giving up my social life.... I start to think if all these is actually worth it.... What happen if I can't pull through this 18mths? What if halfway through I can't pay? What if I fail? Many many what if-s start popping out in my mind... And all of the sudden, I feel so stress!!
Saw my two best fren struggly through their studies while working at the same time really turns me off... Now that I'm starting to attend part time classes, I can understand what they are going through...
Initially, going back to school is something I'm always looking forward to... But now... Should i go for it or to give up?
5:56 PM
Sunday, May 08, 2005
This is a sad story.... Synopsis of the story as follows...
ACT I
At the turn of the century, about forty-five years before an atom bomb destroyed it, the harbor town of Nagasaki was a very pretty place. On the outskirts of the town, and overlooking the harbor, is a pretty Japanese villa. In the garden, when the opera begins, there are a Japanese busybody and an American naval officer. The busybody is Goro, the marriage broker; the officer is Lieutenant Benjamin Franklin Pinkerton, U.S.N. Goro has arranged a marriage for the Lieutenant, and he shows him over the house that has been rented for 999 years (with, of course, a convenient cancellation clause). The marriage contract, by the way, has the same convenient clause - cancelable at a month's notice.
When the United States Consul, Sharpless, calls, he tries to persuade Pinkerton that there is danger in this arrangement, for Sharpless knows the prospective bride, her name being Cio-Cio-San, or Madam Butterfly, and he fears that the probably result will break her tender heart someday. But Pinkerton cannot be made to take anything seriously, and he even proposes a toast to the day when he will be really married--in the United States.
And now it is practically time for the wedding ceremony. Butterfly, accompanied by her relatives, makes her entrance as her voice soars above the close harmony of her female companions. She tells Pinkerton about herself and her family and her age - which is only fifteen - and she shows him various trinkets she carries in her large Japanese sleeve, including a dagger her father had used to commit suicide on the order of the Mikado. The general tone of the meeting, however, is very gay. The Imperial Commissioner performs the brief legal ceremony, and everyone sings a toast to the happy pair when suddenly, an ominous figure interrupts. He is Butterfly's uncle, the Bonze, a Japanese priest, who has learned that Butterfly has renounced her traditional religion in favor of Christianity and has come to cast her out. All the relatives side with the Bonze, and they turn on the young bride. But Pinkerton orders them all away; and in the long and wonderful love duet that closes the act, Butterfly forgets her troubles. Together Lieutenant Pinkerton and Madam Butterfly enter their new home.
ACT II
Three years have passed quietly in Butterfly's house, but Lieutenant Pinkerton has not been heard from. Suzuki, who has been praying to her Japanese gods, tries to tell her mistress that he never will come again. At first Madam Butterfly is angry, but then she sings her famous ecstatic aria Un bel dì, describing in detail how one fine day he will sail into the harbor, come up the hill, and again meet his beloved wife.
Soon there is an embarrassed visitor -- Sharpless, the American Consul. He has a letter he wishes to read, but Butterfly makes such an hospitable fuss over him that he cannot get going. They are interrupted by the marriage broker, Goro, bringing with him the noble Prince Yamadori, who wishes to marry Butterfly. The lady politely but firmly refuses the Prince, whereupon Sharpless again tries to read the letter. Actually it tells of Pinkerton's marriage to an American girl, but the Consul does not have the heart to break the news - and so only a portion of the letter is read aloud in the Letter Duet. Instead, he asks what Butterfly would do if Pinkerton never returned. For a moment she thinks that suicide would be the only answer. Gently Sharpless advises her to accept the Prince. That is impossible, she insists, and she brings in the reason for the impossibility. It is her young son, named Trouble. But, she adds, he will be called Joy when his father returns. Utterly defeated, Sharpless leaves.
And now a cannon is heard from the harbor. An American ship - Pinkerton's ship, the Abraham Lincoln - has arrived! With joy Butterfly and Suzuki decorate the house as they sing their lovely Flower Duet. Then they prepare to await the arrival of the master. Through holes in the screen, Butterfly, Suzuki and Trouble prepare to watch the harbor throughout the night. A beautiful melody (used earlier in the Letter Duet) is played and hummed by an off-stage chorus, and the act quietly closes.
ACT III
The beginning of the last act finds Suzuki, Butterfly and Trouble just where they were at the close of the second, excepting that the child and the maid are now sound asleep. It is morning and there are noises from the harbor. Butterfly takes her sleeping little boy into another room, singing him a lullaby. Into the garden comes the Consul Sharpless, accompanied by Lieutenant Pinkerton and Kate Pinkerton, his American wife. Suzuki almost at once realizes who this is. She cannot bear to tell her mistress, and neither can Pinkerton. He sings a passionate farewell to his once-happy home, and leaves. But Butterfly, coming in now, sees Kate and realizes that inevitable tragedy has struck her. With dignity she tells Kate that she may have her boy if Pinkerton will come soon to fetch him.
Left alone with the child, she knows that there is only one thing to do. First she blindfolds him; then she goes behind a screen; and with her father's dagger she stabs herself. As she drags herself toward the boy, Pinkerton comes rushing back, crying, "Butterfly! Butterfly!”. He is, of course, too late. He falls on his knees by her body as the orchestra thunders forth the fateful Asiatic melody heard before, each time that death has been mentioned.
For more info: http://www.ao.net/~jmo/john/music/madamabut.html
4:01 PM
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Alot of ppl falling sick... sighz!! Guess is the bad weather's fault...
See them sick, makes me gloomy as well. *sigh*
Do take care alrite... Drink lots of water, have enuff rest...
Hope all the sickly ppl get well soon!
6:45 AM
Sunday, May 01, 2005
I'm very pissed off today.
Today my dad's relatives organizing a chalet outing and we were invited. Wonder should I cheer or should I grieve. LOL! I nber have any gd impression of them. *shh...*
It was drizzling on our way to east coast. Guess what, we dun have the blk and unit no. of the chalet... *faint* Never mind... I took a deep breathe, control my emotions... ask my dad for any contact no. And you know what, he dun have it at all. *explode* I am losing my damn patience. I have to walk from blk A till blk L, unit by unit, trying to look out for any familiar faces. After walking for onli-god-knows-how-many-rounds, still unable to locate them. Argghhhhh!!! And is raining!!
Found a shelter for my mum, and start searching again. Sigh!! Instead of helping us finding his damn relatives, he decided to hide in the shelter as well. *blood boils* Luckily bumped into my cousins. Then we realized that is actually is on the other side of east coast. DAMN!!! U-turn back to fetch my mum and the 'king'.
After searching for like more than an hr, we finally got the tat chalet. *shake head* lost my entire mood to eat. Simply just sit there n do nothing. Showed my face for abt an hr, I went off to meet my fren. Really need to get out of tat place badly. If I stayed any longer, my blood vessels will just burst and I will suffer from stroke.
Terrible organizing & planning.
7:39 PM
