Saturday, March 26, 2005
When I was just a kid, I remember being very fascinated with chicks hatching out of eggs. I knew for a fact that you need to keep the egg warm continuously for a certain period of time in order for it to hatch. So began my very first attempt of hatching an egg.
First I figured, putting the egg in a microwave wouldn't be a good idea because the heat would be too intense. I couldn't find a hen to do the job either. So I settled for the second best option. I sat on the egg. Well, not exactly sit on it but my butt was hovering over the egg which I placed on a cushion. Of course I asked for mom's permission first which she gave. Funny that no one told me it wouldn't work. Everyone must be laughing at my silly attempt. I remember being very frustrated because the egg wouldn't hatch after many days of 'sitting' on it. Of course I figured out the reason years later. (:
A child's innocence and pure curiosity. It's amazing what you can discover at an early age.
It's Easter Sunday tomorrow. And eggs are used in symbolism to the occasion. There's a lot of history and commercialism about Easter eggs. But just to keep things simple, I think eggs and baby chicks represent a new beginning, a new hope.
From an egg springs forth new life. This is what Easter is about too. God's son who was crucified on Good Friday and three days later rose from the dead on Easter Sunday. Jesus is Hope for mankind.
I remember a hymn I used to sing in church.
chorusCrucified
Laid behind the stone
You lived to die
Rejected and alone
Like a rose
Trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
Above all
*Happy Easter!*
Friday, March 25, 2005
I found
Gizoogle.com that translates normal language into hip-hop style. I got my blog translated, very hilarious. Here's how my latest blog entry sounds like ...
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Flakey Hobbes return wit some trivial facts on, How ta murda a mosquito in 5 ways - frizzom least ta mizzle brutal in brotha.
Spray - is whizzay most thugz did when Baygon n Ridsect were popular bizzay in tha 90s. And tha good thing is, you git ta murda a whole hiznost of otha 6-legged rappa at tha same time. Quite efficient too - you spray, mozzies inhale, mozzies git dizzy, n mozzies go kaput wit wings n legs still intact . know what im sayin?. Clean job, eh...
Zap - is whiznen you kill tha mosquitos wit tha killa aka badminton racket . A genius rip off design of tha electric chair thiznat works on 2 AA batteries paper'd up. It emits tiny amounts of electricity enough ta bring down a cow (ok, doggy stylin'). So, you pizzle on unsuspect'n mozzies, press tha button, zap mozzie wit zappa, git ready fo` some fireworks display, hold button D-to-tha-izzown until you see whiffs of smoke n ta daa! barbecued mozzies. Tizzy feed it ta tha dustbin. (:
Crush - is when tha mosquito is crushed between two surfaces e.g., palm-to-palm, palm-to-wall, foot-to-floor etc n we out. Eye mozzie carefully n wit a quick kizzy fu move, crush tha mozzie in any of tha methods mentioned above like this and like that and like this and uh. If tha mozzie has just had it's fizzle of blood, don't forget ta be artistic as W-to-tha-izzell. Try crush'n tha mozzies wit different pressures n see tha blood splatta into a wizzle of art. heehee...
Whack - is wizzy you whiznack tha mozzie whizzich is fly'n in tha air wit yo pizzle. This sudden move wizzill leave tha ho-slappin' mozzie dazed but stizzill alive. If you whiznack it hard enough, mozzie wizzy spiral D-to-tha-izzown ta tha floor n blood will start ta trickle out slowly fo' rizeal. You can choose ta stomp it ta end its misery or let it fly away. Brutal eh? Wizzy till you read `bout tha last method...
Explode - is tha most brutal way ta murda a mosquito. You allow target ta sip blood frizzay you while you watch . I'm crazy, you can't phase me. And when tha blood transfusion is almost done, you squeeze tha particizzles area wit enough pressure so tizzle tha blood wizzy shoot up n into tha mozzie caus'n it ta explode ta smithereens . You gotta check dis shit out yo. Yuck...
Eewy facts eh? heehee... p/s, am a zappa n crusha...
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Thursday, March 24, 2005
Flakey Hobbes return with some trivial facts on, How to murder a mosquito in 5 ways - from least to most brutal in order.
Spray - is what most people did when Baygon and Ridsect were popular back in the 90s. And the good thing is, you get to murder a whole host of other 6-legged critters at the same time. Quite efficient too - you spray, mozzies inhale, mozzies get dizzy, and mozzies go kaput with wings and legs still intact. Clean job, eh...
Zap - is when you kill the mosquitos with the zapper aka
badminton racket. A genius rip off design of the electric chair that works on 2 AA batteries. It emits tiny amounts of electricity enough to bring down a cow (ok, kidding). So, you prey on unsuspecting mozzies, press the button, zap mozzie with zapper, get ready for some fireworks display, hold button down until you see whiffs of smoke and
ta daa! barbecued mozzies. Then feed it to the dustbin. (:
Crush - is when the mosquito is crushed between two surfaces e.g., palm-to-palm, palm-to-wall, foot-to-floor etc. Eye mozzie carefully and with a quick kung fu move, crush the mozzie in any of the methods mentioned above. If the mozzie has just had it's fill of blood, don't forget to be artistic as well. Try crushing the mozzies with different pressures and see the blood splatter into a work of art. heehee...
Whack - is when you whack the mozzie which is flying in the air with your palm. This sudden move will leave the unsuspecting mozzie dazed but still alive. If you whack it hard enough, mozzie will spiral down to the floor and blood will start to trickle out slowly. You can choose to stomp it to end its misery or let it fly away. Brutal eh? Wait till you read about the last method...
Explode - is the most brutal way to murder a mosquito. You allow target to sip blood from you while you watch. And when the blood transfusion is almost done, you squeeze the particular area with enough pressure so that the blood will shoot up and into the mozzie causing it to explode to smithereens. Yuck...
Eewy facts eh? heehee... p/s, am a zapper and crusher...
Friday, March 18, 2005
I was browsing through the second hand bookstore few days ago and found an interesting book called,
All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten by Robert Fulghum. It's about the author's personal views of insignificant everyday observations that has a paradoxical effect. For example, children rhymes. I never realised how meaningful and reflective it can get till I read this book.
Incy wincy spider
climbing up the spout
down came the rain
and washed the spider out
out came the sunshine
and dried up all the rain
Incy wincy spider
is climbing up again.
Delve deeper and you'll realise it's not just mere words stringed together to make it rhyme. It's about the perseverance of a spider, the instinct for survival or perhaps even about curiosity.
In the rhyme, the spider wasn't contented at remaining at ground level, so it decided to climb up the spout to see the world. But then calamity struck and the spider was forced down the spout. There he lies in the pool of water, soaked to his skin. Clearly not defeated, the spider climbs up again when the water evaporates.
Wisdom found in the most unlikely sources.
Sigh, take the first step
little spider. Begin by standing at the mouth of the spout.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
The love bugs
Once there was a yellow bug
flying in the air,
looking for a pretty bug
for whom that he can care.
He searched among the flowers
of reds, and whites and blues,
He even searched the crevices
if only he had some clues.
And then he caught a whiff
of lovely magnolia flavour,
His nose was ready to sniff
his mate, his destiny, his fate.
And there among the clover patch
he caught a glimpse of pink,
'I hope we'll make a good match.
I wonder what she'll think?'
Alas there was no pretty bug
only a pink sweet wrapper,
Carelessly discarded by some pug
what a mad chase caper!
Dashed were his hopes
of finding the perfect date,
No bug to play skipping ropes
what a blow to his fate.
But all of a sudden...'Hello how are you?'
said a soft little voice,
A pretty bug in pinkish hue
such a perfect choice!
'Oh how lovely you are,
will you be my love bug?
I've been looking for you near and far'
She blushed and gave him a hug.
So there goes the story of two bugs
one yellow and one pink,
A story of love at first sight
Cheesy, don't you think?
Friday, March 11, 2005
The Chinese proverbial,
Yau yi seng, mo yan seng is used to define a person who literally dumps their friends for their beloved. My longstanding buddies have accused me of lacking
yi hei-ness among friends. Which is sad to say, very true. I'm not a meanie but I tend to take people/things for granted. You never know what you've got till you lose it. For this I apologize to all of my friends, who has never ditched me throughout these years. For the patience and love you've shown me in your own way.
Piggy yap whom I've known since the first day of high school. It's been 10yrs since then and with her busy life, she never fails to keep in touch with me. She's back from Kobe for 3 weeks and I only called her yesterday. I remember the times of how I used to feel jealous of you in school because you were brainier, friendlier and in all ways better than me. How silly and wrong of me. You have stolen nothing from me, but only my heart. Today, I'm proud of the person you've become.
Soo Chin who together took the bus home from school, took the van transport to Jerry's tuition, studied physics together and hang out together sometimes. Who taught me her fashion sense, shared stories about everything, never got bored talking to me, remembers my birthday and never forgets the cake and present. Whom, I guiltily admit I have grown apart from. :( Whatever happened to me?
Little cookie, my college best friend who toiled together for assignments, shared giggling moments during lectures, shared tiramisu and cried emotionally while watching a movie, taught me how to play
chor dai di, had maggi noodles and sleepovers and Sesame Street singing sessions. We ended up having the same mannerisms and laughing crazily over anything. You know I missed those days?
Red nose, ex-colleague whom I've spent many window shopping sessions, cinema outings and late night phone calls with. My aunt agony who's too polite to ask me to shuddup because I analyze and re-analyze situations with her for the umpteenth time. Who encourages and laughs with me. What a friend.
At different points of time, these people have played a significant role in my life. And all have shared the title 'my bestest best friend' during those periods. At this particular moment, my best friend is Boon. In a way, he is all of you rolled into one. And for the fact that he loves me overwhelmingly, I wish to spend my every waking moment with him. I know all of you will be happy for me. (:
I realized I owe my gratitude to others not mentioned here as well. But since you've taken the first step to know me intimately, then you can be reassured that you have left an imprint in heart.
Coincidentally, I received an email this morning entitled
The Colour of Friends Here's what it says:
Green colour Friend - One who sees the Positive and puts Hope in everything
Blue colour Friend - Colour of the sea and the sky... a friend who brings Peace and Serenity
Yellow colour Friend - Color of the Sun... a friend who makes us laugh, and shows us a Star when we are sad
Red colour Friend - One who reminds us of the rules in life, but encourages us to change, with warm Loving Words
Ha! the Orange colour Friend - Enhances our Spirit with new Energy, with loving Vitamins to help us grow
The Grey colour Friend? - One who teaches us Silence: to reflect and interiorize, helping to know ourselves and others better
Purple colour Friend - Colour of the Noble ones, will help us learn true Authority and Wisdom of heart
Brown colour Friend - Might help us to step down from false illusions, and come down to Earth to the reality of daily simple true living
And our White colour Friend - One who will help us to discover the hidden wisdom to be learnt within our experiences
Thanks peeps.
Monday, March 07, 2005
I have this annoying habit of not eating breakfast. I know it's unhealthy yet I'm unable to shed this habit. I'm really famished in the mornings but I'd subconsciously tell my brain that I don't need food. I'd substitute breakfast with reading, or working on my Mac or just plain sitting on the chair. I'd eye the biscuits, resisting the temptation that doesn't even exist. The best part is, I'm neither bulimic, anorexic nor on any special diet. I just don't eat.
I'd like to think that I'm fabulously reed thin and everyone else is reeling with jealousy at my ability to resist food. Being thin is a luxury. I can eat anything and everything without the need to pause and count the calories. And may I boast about the fact that I'm able to lose weight in a twinkling of an eye. Doesn't this make you wanna scream, Life is unfair?? But life is fair. You eat, therefore you have the curves to flaunt. I abstain and I have a flat runway to hide.
But the point is about eating right. Maybe it's because I was a picky eater when I was young. Eating was a chore at times. Any African kid would be glad to trade places with me anytime. Again, may I reiterate the fact that I'm not anorexic. I used to identify with Calista Flockhart or Gwyneth Paltrow. But they are no longer fabulously skinny. How wonderful.
I'm taking small steps to eating right beginning today, really. I'm starting with breakfast. Hopefully I'd turn into a bumpy runway soon.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Belly button picking. That's what I used to do when I was little. I'd lift my blouse up a little exposing my tummy and start picking at my belly button. It never fails to amaze me at the stuffs I'd find in my bb. Dead skin, lint and dirt. Gross yet gratifying. Bb picking also happens to give me the urge to pee which felt weird. A kiddy habit which didn't continue into adulthood, thank goodness. Speaking of which, I'm thankful that I grew out of nose picking too. (:
I was imagining this scene where a 6-year-old girl is standing at the sidewalk. A few feet away is a pregnant lady haggling with the grocer. The little girl is staring intently at the lady's peekaboo bb. She slowly reaches underneath her t-shirt and starts picking at her bb. She giggles with amusement because it felt ticklish. The lady catches a glimpse of the little girl, smiles at her while touching her own bb as well, probably reliving her own childhood habit. And the little girl shyly skips away.
