Monthly Archive for July, 2007

I hate it when…

someone cries because she is too stressed (because she never followed your instructions in the first place) and when you offer your help (to tidy her mess) just says ‘no…-sniff-… it’s okay, forget it’ and then 20 minutes later comes up to you when you’ve already started to do all your work and says ‘are you going to help?’

Whatever. Listen to instructions next time. Pity train left 20 minutes ago.

Wedding…oh!

There always seems to be one photo that you can take back from every shoot that just stands above the rest. Then again, this problem of mine is probably down to lack of experience!

Nevertheless, the above shot has to be my favourite from another wedding over the weekend. I never fail to laugh whenever I look at it.

what the…?

You know there’s this thing called the ‘Blogosphere’ right. Well, personally, that exists on a one, maybe two degree basis. But every so often I’ll be inanely bored and go check out some of those famous Singaporean bloggers like, well, the only one I know is xiaxue. Most of the time I sorta look at it and wonder why I even bothered, but to be honest, I actually thought her last couple of entries actually made sense. Probably more so because she wrote about other bloggers who are even worse than her. Anyway, cut a long story short, I am disturbed beyond belief:

 Number 1.  seriously?

 
(I won’t even bother linking to this, i want no connection whatsoever)

and I never considered it, but, number 2, how weird would it be if your mother started blogging?

http://laozhabor.blogspot.com/

I dunno. I kinda look at it and I freak out and sorta cry with pity and want to throw my computer screen out of the window all simultaneously.

I shall now go and read my printed copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

The question of A

I’ve always pondered over this particular matter, that is, the matter of one’s happiness being completely subjective.

I mean, take person A. Person A is happy, because he likes the number 1. Now, here comes along person B-Z. B-Z absolutely hate the number 1, but like the number 2 instead.

Does this mean person A is

a) stupid
b) disillusioned
c) has really really bad taste
d) stupid

In today’s world, I guess we would go with all four, and just think the person is an odd ball. The rest of us, B-Z, we all like the number 2, the number 2 rocks, hence, it really does rock.

The funny thing about person A, though, is that they really do like the number 1, and it makes them happy if the number 1 is with them. The number 1 is everything to them, they love it, they talk about it, and they openly admit that they like the number 1, much to the horror of all the B-Zs in this world. As a result, the rest of us B-Zs tend to begin to really dislike A, because A is different, A is weird, A is disillusioned and generally just stupid for liking number 1. ‘What gives?’ we all say, aghast. ‘Why are they so stupid?’ we question. And so it is that A is ostracised, and hated.

And yet, in reality, person A, in a way, has every right to like number 1. It’s just their taste that sets them apart. But oh well.

The other thing I always find amusing about life, is that person A is the type of person who seems to bring matters upon themselves. That is, they seem to conjure up upon themselves circumstances to which they adversely react, and when they occur they always wonder, ‘why, oh why me?’

For example, person A doesn’t like cheese, but orders cheeseburgers all.the.time. Hence, they get cheese in their burgers and they ask ‘why do I have cheese in my burger???’ In this case, I’d probably be right in saying that all the rest of those B-Zs will be, quite correctly so, saying ‘what a dumbass’. But of course, in reality, they don’t. Instead, we have people D-P saying ‘oh you poor thing’ and then A feels better about ordering a cheeseburger.

So inevitably, what happens is that the next day, person A orders a cheeseburger, even though they hate cheese. And again, they look at the burger and say ‘omg! there’s CHEESE in my burger!’ and they cry and they gasp and they run to D-P who turn round and say ‘oh you poor thing’ and then A feels better about ordering a cheeseburger.

Two days later, person A orders a cheeseburger. They stare at the cheese this time and are so simply upset and angry with the world that they scream and throw a few tantrums here and there, but D-P still come back, well, okay, D-O (person P got tired of emotional support it would seem) come back and say ‘awww’ and A feels a bit better about ordering a cheeseburger.

So one week later, person A orders a cheeseburger. Or a double cheeseburger. It depends really, on how ridiculously stupid person A is. They might order some criss-cut fries, with cheese, just to top it all off.

Believe me, it happens.

Oh well. Go eat your freaking cheese, for goodness sake. When you do, I’m pretty sure the world will suddenly seem a better place. Either that, or it’ll just keep going round, and round. The funny thing is that that will probably be the biggest surprise of all.

I guess this is why we always talk about the fallibility of man, and perhaps being wise in not putting your trust, hope, belief, expectations, and efforts, on man. One day or another, they’re just going to order another cheeseburger. God is the only constant. Thank God for that.

disclaimer: the letters A, B, D-P, O, the numbers 1 and 2 are purely fictional characters and any resemblance to individuals in real-life is probably because you know someone just.like.that.

More from Chijmes

Sorry, don’t mean to over-post, but I just have to upload this picture because it’s one of my favourites of the day.

Chijmes Wedding

A while ago I always wanted to get married in Chijmes Chapel (that is, if I was to get married in Singapore), and actually the wedding over the weekend could hardly change my dreamy eyed visions of a ceremony there. Interestingly enough, in all the weddings I have attended in Singapore, this was my first in Chijmes, and it was a splendid one, I must say. The ambience was just right, the expectation present, the colours complimented each other nicely, the decor was simple and elegant, it all came together nicely and complimented the rather grand nature of this surrounding. The only criticism I can think of is that it is was slightly too formal (having my immediate superior, her superior, and in turn her superior all present, which I suppose was hardly a design fault I suppose) and the space up front near the altar was a little under utilised and sparse.  Nevertheless, despite this, something inside me thinks that if I were get married, it wouldn’t be here. Somehow, the character I once saw has become underwritten by the over commercial nature of the Chijmes brand, something I suppose that comes with the incessant sight of the place when you visit Raffles City or Chijmes itself. Nevertheless, it’s still a beautiful place, and if I didn’t have a choice, I wouldn’t mind, really.

777

wedding.jpg

Apparently, there were a 777 weddings over the weekend. Can you imagine how much money that involves? Anyway, a good friend of mine got married to a good friend of mine over the weekend. It’s one of those relationships I wish I had been a bigger part of, since both had been as an older brother (probably not the best role model!) and older sister (definitely a better role model) to myself. However, as with so many things, distance and circumstances did not allow me to. Nevertheless, I still had the privelege of being able to take part in their ’special day’ in as best a way as I knew how. I hope they do well.

Freaking whatever…

And to think I’d feel all better after indirectly ranting about this guy yesterday, today brings further blah, so let’s take the direct route, shall we? (Yes I am so anal I actually compiled his emails together and edited them. I am that ****** off)

_______________________

Sent: 05 July 2007 09:09
Subject: RE: sports

Still trying to nego something.

Am pretty bz this week as I am clearing up stuff …

Will have something for you next week I promise, things are kinda crazy at the moment personally and professionally, but will get the job done.

_______________________

Sent: 21 June 2007 14:26
Subject: RE: Sports day

Am alright with calling, applogise for being so slow been all over the place recently, and now have the time to settle things.

Will try and firm things up by the end of the month, I know I know been dragging this – but its not my fault honest!

_______________________

Sent: 19 June 2007 14:05
Subject: RE: Photo

That will be resolved tmr I hope…seeing if some venues can be opened up, will let you know asap.

_______________________ 

Sent: 14 June 2007 10:09
Subject: RE:

No worries – will work out a budget based on 10k which will include everything.

Will pass you final proposal on budget, and hopefully some firm date and place by next week

_______________________ 

Sent: 13 June 2007 09:12
Subject: RE: Sports day

Sorry for the late replies, …

Will try and confirm things by this Friday, just settling down to work proper now.

_______________________ 

Sent: 01 June 2007 09:42
Subject: RE: sports day venue

No word yet from my contacts.

Will chase up again, and will let you know a full budget when I get back?

…. Will see if I can get firmed bookings by today.

Think Different. Think like me.

Have you ever met somebody who has no identity of his own?

I remember a while ago, Apple had this wonderful ad campaign, their slogan was ‘Think Different’. The irony, of course, as with most ad campaigns that focus on ‘individuality’, is that you’re just asking everyone to act the same. I remember a dear friend of mine who had on his website ‘Think Different’ as a sort of personal slogan. Someone inevitably posted on his tagboard ‘is your idea of thinking differently using the slogan of a MNC on your website?’ or something along those lines.

It really is the same for all other branding manipulation, the idea that if you buy a product you are being ‘individual’. I guess to a certain extent, limited edition items could be considered individual, but again, it’s the branding ‘mantra’ that you are subscribing to, and essentially, in owning, say, a Nike special edition item, you are essentially owning a smaller piece of what is inevitably a worldwide, ‘owned by a million other people’ brand. Just that it’s, DEAR GOD, IT’S ORANGE, where did you get an ORANGE one????

Such is the banality of the brand.

Which brings me to my first line. Have you ever met someone who simply just has no identity of his own? Those individuals who seem to exist to repeat you. Like those mini-keychains or toys that when you press the button record everything you say and spew it out again. The only difference with this brand of individuals is that they seem be a living thesaurus, vomiting your words, and the words of others, in as many different ways as possible.

It’s like a vending machine. You choose an apple and it gives you a green apple, a red apple, and a couple of blue apples just because it’s so stupid it doesn’t know blue apples don’t exist. Or you choose a Mocha Frappaccino and instead it gives you a hot latte. After all, it’s just coffee and milk in different proportions. Inevitably the latte is made from UHT milk and comes from Delifrance.

But seriously, what gives? It’s conformation, but in the worst way possible. In fact, it goes beyond conformation, it’s just stupidity, and I’m not talking about technical information. I’m talking about:

A: Hey did you watch Transformers?
B: Yeah it’s great!
The Idiot (“TI”): Yeah, it’s great
B: They already booked up for a sequel, or maybe a trilogy I think?
TI: Yeah, they booked the actors for three movies
B: I loved the original from 86
A: Yeah that was great
TI: Good old retro Transformers!
B: With the Dinobots
TI: Yeah, Dinobots are so cool
A: Wasn’t Bumblee a different car in the actual movie?
TI: Yeah he was different
A: He was a VW Beetle originally, right?
TI: Yeah a Beetle
B: Now a Chevrolet Camara. Talk about product placement!
TI: Yeah the product placement was so huge in Transformers
A: Tell me about it, all the GMC cars were crazy!
TI: GMC, except for the Beetle, who was Bumblebee
B: They weren’t too discreet about it, I think they wanted to cut down on costs
TI: To save money
A: [takes out a knife and quickly thrusts it into the bowels of TI, pulling out his intestines and then removes TI’s heart while it is still beating]

There’s another breed of person who is equally irritating. The breed of person who watches movies adapted from novels, never reads the novel, but then says ‘apparently, in the novel’ in every conversation about the movie, and inevitably, every ‘apparently, in the novel’ comes from conversations he/she has listened to in the days prior to this. Oh, and by the way, the only reason you know this is because you seem to be in every conversation that this person is in. For example

Day 1:
A: Hey did you watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy?
B: Yeah it was great
Another Idiot (“AI”): Yeah it was pretty cool
A: They cut out quite a bit from the novel though, like the Tom Bombadil guy from the Fellowship
B: Yeah I know, but it was pretty pointless anyway.

Day 2:
C: Hey did you watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy?
D: It was so cool
AI: Apparently, they cut out a lot of stuff which was in the novel, like the Tom Bombadil guy.
C: Yeah they did. They also changed quite a lot in the ending too, like Saruman being in Hobbiton at the end of Return of the King.
D: Yeah that was strange, but I guess it made the ending better.

Day 3:
E: Did you watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy?
F: Yup, I loved it!
AI: Yeah, but, apparently, they changed a lot of stuff that was in the novel, like the Tom Bombadil guy, and also Saruman being in Hobbiton at the end.
E: Yeah, that was strange, but the ending was better.
F: There was also quite a bit of creative directing, like when Aragorn went to summon those ghost people, that wasn’t in the novel.

Day 4:
G: Did you watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy?
H: Nah, stupid Hobbits
AI: Apparently they changed a lot of the stuff from the novel. Like Tom Bombadil and Saruman in Hobbiton and the ghost people that Aragorn summoned.

They’re out there. Honestly. Give them a slap please. It’ll feel so good.