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Habitual Perpetual-ness

When you think back on the past, isn’t it strange how things used to be habitual? About six months ago, it was almost ritualistic to go to His Grace Café and drink ice blended coffee at half the price of Starbucks.This time last year, it was almost ritualistic to go to that dessert stall and eat mango pudding. Two years ago, every Sunday, it was Loon Tao and wa dan siew ngap chow hor. Five years ago, London seemed so habitual. As did the rain. Strange, how these habits seemed to linger and seem so natural.

And so also isn’t it with people? I used to see you every week, and we all used to talk together and sing together. I used to spend time catching up with you, praying for you. It’s just so bizarre, really, how people can really just come, and become so familiar, only to disappear the next year, or the year after. And yet, the people that linger in your heart the most, are those that you disliked the most.

And yet now, you don’t really miss those things, do you? Well, I suppose in a way you do, or you used to (remember how habitual that used to be?) or moan about Singapore, or complain about how much you miss home (read “London”). Those things used to be habitual, for sure. You used to sit in some church and wonder “why?” and ponder really whether there was ever going to be another place where you could serve and actually be happy doing it, enjoying it, and get back into that way of life. That used to be habitual.

I guess moving on, getting up, carrying yourself, it’s all sort of a long drawn process. And if you think about it, a year or two isn’t really that long a time. It felt like it, but I guess that was how it felt at the time, a sort of perpetual, habitual, rummaging in your bag of sorrow time. Of course I can’t say everything is perfect. I guess life might get pretty boring if it all was. It’s all a journey, as they say, and honestly, I do try to cut out the clichés and throw up sappiness of it all, but hey, that’s just the way it is and you all know it too.

Two close people left me last week, and it was interesting because I remember being in a similar situation last year, though under pretty different circumstances. This year was good. I guess I tried to make it that way, and as it draws to a close I think I can safely say that the economy is back on the rise. Interest rates are down. Sub prime issue is over. I’ve got my investments in good places. All I can say, really, is that when, and if the bubble does burst, that I have the foundations to keep me in place.

Thanks. God.

p.s. the photo doesn’t have anything to do with the post.

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.

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.

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.

London 2012

In response to:

(and yes, that’s meant to be an Olympic logo with the numbers ‘2012′ hidden somewhere - I couldn’t tell the first time) please go here (to tell the world how crap it is)

Seriously, why spend 400K when the initial candidate running logo was so much better?

Another wonderful example of how committees really do nothing but screw things up.

…and after pausing for another five minutes, I still can’t believe that’s the chosen logo. It really looks like something a five year old came up with…what were they thinking?? Seriously…

Pretension and Photography

Everyone loves pictures, I guess. You see it everywhere. Even freaking Xiaxue loves to take photos, so perhaps that doesn’t give the act much credibility.

However, I must admit, what I once thought to be a pretty easy, anybody-can-do-this, activity has turned out to be something that can be quite humbling. But at the same time, has made me into a pretentious ******d. (leotard).

Nevertheless, as with any trade, one’s depth of field increases as your exposure increases, and as a result enables one to focus more on the subject at hand.

Okay, sorry, I just had to put that in. (See what I mean by pretension? For added pretension, the statement is actually totally untrue, while depth of field conventionally should really decrease to enable one to focus on one subject and exposure really has nothing to do with it).

Anyway. The only problem with this ‘hobby’, is that it can get rather expensive. Point and shoot cameras already range from S$600 to S$900 dollars, depending on your preference, and the starting range consumer dSLRs start around S$1400 and go all the way up. Way up. I don’t even know how much, but some of the 1 series Canon bodies are about S$10k? (I think? – or more?). And we haven’t even gotten to buying the lens yet. [edit - though actually just found out the new 1 series is S$7kRRP, which is not too bad considering it's top of the range]

That’s why, in a sense, it’s very humbling coming into this particular field of interest. You suddenly realize that actually, you know nothing. I suppose it’s generic in life, that the more you know, the more you know you don’t know. Cliché, after cliché.

So, the point now is taking those little steps and, probably more practically, making those little purchases that help you. I must say, initially you think that buying a great lens means that you are able to take great pictures. In reality, though, it’s rather far from the truth. On top of that, you look pretty stupid if you can’t take a nice picture with that three thousand dollar lens of yours. It’s like when you see those aunties in the car parks with their big ass Mercedes S class and cannot reverse park for nuts. So. Little steps. Get a Toyota first.


Canon EF 28-105mm f/3.5-4.5 USM.

I wanted to buy a carry round lens that’s got a better range and sharper than my current 18-55mm kit lens (the lens that came with my camera), and I was looking at this in particular. It’s a Canon EF 28-105mm f/3.5-4.5 USM. It costs around S$300 and has a pretty good range.


Canon 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 EF IS USM AF

However, I have been informed that the Canon 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 EF IS USM AF lens is much better, has a longer range, larger aperture range, and also has an image stabilizer for those full zoom shots when the lighting isn’t so good. This one, second hand, costs about S$600.


Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L IS USM

Yet, and another however, as with all things, there’s that little problem about knowing what the best is. And for the range, I think the Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L IS USM is pretty damn sweet. It’s an L lens, which literally is L for Luxury. It costs about S$1600.

Sigh.

Anyone feeling rich?

And generous…?

Gone

我一生在紙上被風吹亂

When years pass and tears are gone.
When denial is all you have left.
What more can you say.
What more can I do.

If bereft is all I feel
And torn in more than two
Then regret and pain are all that is left
To adorn the door, which I push close. Behind.

Schooh.

tedbakershoes01.jpg

I bought a pair of Ted Baker shoes over the weekend. As with most of my Ted Baker belongings, they are rather outrageous, but in a subtle sort of way. (Read ‘metrosexual’ for ‘outrageous’).

(Actually, read ‘gay’ for ‘metrosexual’).

When I say subtle, I mean, well, you just have to look past the surface, and the superficial price tag, to realise what I mean.

tedbakershoes02.jpg

Anyway, check out the insoles. They are so gay that I just have to say, well, they are so gay. But oh so pretty. Turquoise lining with a touch of pink stripes on a black background. Lovely.

This is for my two ice cream buddies on Saturday night. In defiance of all things airy and fairy (though this is quite fairy).

They came at 50% discount, by the way. Mmmm.

Fly to a land far away

pigeons.jpg

Goodness gracious… it’s May already???

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It’s the wrong time
For somebody new
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If u don’t shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright
With you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It’s the wrong time
She’s pulling me through
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no excuse

Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No…

9 Crimes - Damien Rice