foreword

I am in the midst of a staggering number of projects that have staggered due dates.

In the midst of trying to stagger towards completing these projects, I play the usual music that would probably be what playing Beethoven to young children is to parents.

It works every single time.

While doing a bit of research on bookstores, I stumbled upon an absolutely unrelated article that is extremely amusing. I’m sure we all know how Chinese characters became quite a hit as tattoo art some time ago, but some people just get them without really knowing what it means… So this Chinese guy decided to set up a blog to help people to translate tattoos they have already gotten.

Enquiry: Wondering if you could translate this. My friend thinks it says something like, “to learn as much as possible.”
Answer: 空 means “empty, hollow, bare, deserted”.

It is extremely amusing.

Hanzi Smatter

Boo.

I was driving the other day and happened to pass a stray dog that was carrying out its entrepreneurial duties on a grass patch along the side of the road.

That was when I thought I may actually be a lucky person – anyone else ever had a sight like this to behold while zooming halfway across the country? Not many, I reckon.

The grass patch also very lucky.

me
why you eat birds

henny
nice
yummy

me
birds ah

henny
here a lot of birds
all late one
yups

me
late?

henny
yup late not early birds
HAR HAR!

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Not to be thick-skinned but under this circumstance I may seem like a very hilarious person………

chen:
meow

me:
woof
today is a dark day, kitty cat

chen:
is it
aiya always like that
aftn will rain
then at night ok already

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This is why I love my friends.

I don’t think I could live without a voice.

(If anyone wants to say “But you live without one of reason, ha. ha.ha.ha.” you’ve been beaten to it.)

After wailing my lungs out at Timbre on Thursday night, my throat proceeded to start a rebellion unlike that of Bangkok – confined, but full of fireworks. I could barely speak for 3 days, and all the emotion I could possibly muster was translated into “Cough. Cough? Cough cough cough. Cough!”

At the same time the brain decided to turn into a ball of mucous fluid, with every molecule insisting that the only pathway to freedom was through my nostrils.

(sneeze.)

… What’s my point? I think I lost it. Let me look around and find it first before I continue… Oh it’s hidden within the parentheses.

It doesn’t seem important anymore. I’m gonna go sit in a corner and weep after I click on ‘Publish’.

Nothing like a good salad when you’re feeling a little fatigued for no particular reason. It looks exceptionally delicious today because it’s so colourful! Lettuce, cherry tomatoes, eggs, honey mustard chicken with a good healthy dressing to top it all off.

I’d have taken a photo of it if I weren’t in a hurry to get the colours into my gullet.

The only downside of it is that I still have to chew on it with the right side of my mouth… The food getting into the gaping hole on the left really, really bothers me.

Extracting the tooth to save money… Why do I suddenly feel like that’s not the best decision in the world?

I’m gonna keep using the right side of my mouth until the teeth there get decayed too, then I’ll get to have a hole on each side!

This is the art of finding balance in life.

There’s a crack in the ceiling right above where I usually sit. It spans the entire ceiling, and hides its ends away from view where the cornices are, doing what they’re supposed to do.

It’s a bit disturbing; it’s right above where I usually sit.

I’m not one for capitalism (at least I won’t be until I get rich), but I’m eerily taken by the subject of Economics.

I write ‘scarcity is the cause of limited resources coupled with unlimited wants and needs’ while in my head I’m screaming ‘Of course resources are scarce!!! What with all the wasting and at least half the products in the world being stuff we DON’T need. Is that so much of a surprise?!’ in some angsty-youth tone but yet I score fairly well anyway.

(I actually wrote the scarcity bit off the top of my head. That’s how much I’m taken by it.)

Currently I’m able to silence the angsty voice in my head with a little diversion – the Super-Singlish lecturers. They’re pretty interesting (for the most part) but the Singlish… ‘How do you calculate Label Costs…’ ; ‘You need to get this to pass your Test Paple’…… As much as it’s killing my own phonetics I love it!

I woke up today deciding to get a tattoo for my 21st.