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Saturday, April 26, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
An invite! Unwind this Saturday (FREE somemore)
Hi peeps in Singapore,
My mom's friend is inviting me for this event, and she told me I could invite friends too. She told me somebody she invited is also going to bring 20 of her friends, and it's okay because this is actually her husband's project so she can invite anybody!!!
So come, come if you wanna unwind this weekend. It's a treat!
WHAT:
精品折子戏：《青石山》、《遇皇后》、《坐宫》、《挑华车》。
演员介绍：国家一级演员－王小砖、李国静、王珮瑜、奚中路等等。
The Shanghai Peking Opera will be making its way to Singapore for a one night only show on 26th April 2008 at Victoria Theatre. The troupe have won high praise at home and abroad having visited more than 20 countries worldwide including, Japan, the United States, Austria and much more. For this show, key performers include Wang Xiaozhuan, Wang Peiyu, Li Guojin and Xi Zhonglu who be performing the Green Rock Hill, Meeting The Queen, Staying in The Palace and Pick Up The Wheels together with the rest of the cast. Expect a night of intricate costumes, extravagant make-up and jaw-dropping acrobatics.
WHEN: April 26, 2008 - 8pm
2 hrs, 35 min approx duration
WHERE: Victoria Theatre
TICKET PRICE (Exclude Booking Fee)
Standard - S$125, S$95, S$85, S$45 ----> But for us it's FREE lah. I don't know what kind of ticket she will give us, but you will be treated AT LEAST 45 bucks.
I messaged some people but they never replied lor!!! So please if you are interested sms/call me ASAP okay, so my mom's friend can reserve the ticket for you. (I am assuming that if you are my friend you know my number right??)
I have exams too but join me in taking a break ya??? : )
Visit Sistic site for more details.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
43 things
Happy 10th monthsary MK!!!;) That's exactly 43.57 weeks or 306 days since we first met. Yep I counted!!!:)
So anyway...since 10 is too little and 306 is a bit too much senti stuff to post here, here are 43 things for the 43 full weeks we've been together. No apologies for those with disinclination to mushy stuff galore. Can't help it!
43 things I love about you:
1. Your being YOU. I love the whole package. Now let’s move on to more specific things, in no particular order:)
2. You call me everyday, and I appreciate your patience and commitment in doing that.
3. You make me feel like I’m the only girl in the whole world.
4. You tell me I’m beautiful.
5. You give me flowers.
6. You are a real man who’s unafraid to show his emotions.
7. You’ve always waited for me and fetched me at work everyday when we were still at the Grand Canyon.
8. You tell me knock-knock jokes when I’m stressed, and they always manage to make me laugh no matter how lame they are haha.
9. You treat waiters, servers, and people at the customer service field with courtesy and respect.
10. You treat ME with respect.
11. You always hold my hand as you say grace before we eat.
12. You gave me a real star on my birthday!!!
13. You talk about me with pride to your parents, siblings, grandparents, other relatives and friends :)
14. You are my everyday, personal, one-man cheering squad.
15. You helped me do my laundry and fold my clothes.
16. You bought me cough syrup and Panadol when I was sick.
17. You nursed my bruised knee when I fell while we were hiking.
18. You gave me a piggy back ride when we were out camping so my legs won’t have to touch the tall grass.
19. You taught me that age doesn’t matter.
20. You are smart, hardworking, independent, strong-willed, and determined.
21. You are sweet, loving, caring, romantic, sensitive, thoughtful, and generous.
22. You are an eye candy. (Read: You are the most handsome guy in the universe in my eyes, your muscles make me want to hyperventilate, and I could just ogle at you for hours).
23. You and I want the same things in life:)
24. You traveled halfway across the globe just to be with me.
25. You had to work really hard and make sacrifices to do that.
26. You emailed my parents to tell them..stuff.:)
27. You take me out on dates at the nicest places.
28. You know when and how to say sorry.
29. You always keep your promises.
30. You taught me a lot about persistence, perseverance, and forgiveness.
31. You are confident, yet you are humble.
32. You brush my hair off my face, and you even tried to comb my hair :)
33. You give me warm and sincere bear hugs.
34. When you kiss me, I could hear music.
35. You give me something to look forward to everyday.
36. You composed that song/ rap for me ;) And you rap very well!
37. You prayed for me with your mother over dinner. And she told me about it:)
38. You introduced the Lucksmiths to me. I love them!!!
39. You can stand me. Haha:)
40. You are the best listener and the most honest person I’ve ever met.
41. You saved my life without knowing it.
42. You are somebody I couldn’t live without. Really.
43. What you and I have is real, the kind that lasts forever. I know it.
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So anyhoo, I would need to blog sparingly from now on and concentrate on the upcoming exams. This is it people! The last semester of my undergraduate career. Haha:) Woohoo:)
At ang bago kong panata sa buhay is that I will go swimming everyday at 8 am to keep me awake for the rest of the day. Any joiners, you know where the SRC pool is. Haha:)
College
Stolen from Katya:
Every New Semester:
After First Week:
After Second Week:
Before the Mid-Term Test:
During the Mid-Term Test:
After the Mid-Term Test:
Before the Final Exams:
Once Get to Know the Final Exam Schedule:
7 Days Before the Final Exam:
6 Days Before the Final Exam:
5 Days Before the Final Exam:
4 Days Before the Final Exam:
3 Days Before the Final Exam:
2 Days Before the Final Exam:
1 Day Before the Final Exam:
The Night Before the Final Exam:
1 Hour Before the Final Exam:
During the Final Exam:
Once Walk Out From the Examination Hall:
After the Final Exam, During the Holiday:
PS.Joseph...wala lang. hahahaha PEACE!!!!!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Happy Saturday Afternoon
I had a date with myself today:) It feels so good 'treating' myself, and I didn't even spend a dime:) I'm so glad too that I twisted a screwed up morning to a..happy and serene Saturday afternoon. I was having problems staying awake. I screwed up this morning because I couldn't even wake up on time and made MK worry so much. I'm sorry. But after sorting everything out and he went to sleep (it's night there when it's morning here)...I went back to sleep too. Like really, I was just feeling so fatigued and my eyes just refused to stay open.
Since I had to get some school stuff done (hello exams), I decided to do something it. I got up, changed to my sporty shorts, tank top, and running shoes; grabbed my iPod; and went jogging. The weather was just perfect, and the moment I stepped out into the outside world, with Third Eye Blind music blaring into my earphones, I just couldn't help but SMILE:) Like, wow. It seemed like the universe conspired to make this event an enjoyable experience. And it was!
And just as I was leaving my residence, I met a man limping and holding on to his dear crutches, and there I was...about to go jogging. It's one of those moments that just would strike you with the realization of things that you're very prone of taking for granted - like the simple fact that I am able to walk, to run, to jog, without any assistance. I have full use of my legs, I could will myself to take me places, and it can be done easily. At that moment, I stopped to thank God for blessing me in that aspect.
So anyway, I jooged from RVR to PGP, and then I walked to the bar behind it. From there, I started my 'exploration'. I've always wondered what it was further up the road from Blooie's, and so I went in that direction instead of the opposite, familiar one towards Pasir Panjang Road. Just a few steps in that direction, and I was already pleasantly surprised by what I discovered. There's actually a pond and a secluded mini-park there leh!!! There were turtles, fishes, and some cascading water thingies, a gazebo, bamboo, and benches there. I wish I could have learned of it sooner when John was still here, because it's so accessible (just a few steps my dear) from PGP and we could have chilled there. I thought it was part of Kent Ridge Park, but I explored some more and it seemed like a separate entity.
After soaking in the euphoria of discovering something new, I headed down the road and went to another street which I'm very curious of where it's headed. Actually somebody told me it was a short cut to Sheare's Hall (the kind guy from that hall who took the all the trouble just to return MK's phone), so I headed in that direction too. It's so nice too, and I relished every moment of feeling like I owned my time, and taking in all the new things my eyes have laid on for the first time. I felt very lucky too to be in this nice and safe place, and that I could afford to go jogging alone in that outfit. It's different back in my hometown, period.
So yeah, it did lead to Sheare's Hall, Kent Ridge Hall, HSS library, and I took the A2 bus from there back to RVR to change. THEN I WENT SWIMMING!!!
Haha:) Well all I can say is that it was so refreshing and overall it was good (if I didn't see that person there, but I couldn't be bothered!!! YAY!!!)
It's nice to go back to the basics, to realize that it doesn't take much really to make myself happy. A simple walk on a Saturday afternoon can be very uplifting, and no matter how busy you think you are, yes you can afford to treat yourself with this too. Try it!!
Friday, April 18, 2008
No wonder
No wonder Joseph was so excited when he was telling me about his last lecture. Last lecture, last lecture, what's the big deal??? I didn't realize until I read Dustin's blog that it was the last lecture of my undergraduate years. Like, the last lecture ever. I forgot there was no more next sem.
I overslept kasi.
OH WELL! *_*
My Favorite Place on Earth
That's us, on "OUR SPOT".
Thank you God for bringing us together in one of the most beautiful places on earth.
Thank you kind stranger for taking this picture.
Yay:) This is what we've been up to last summer - literally.
Let's do this again John!!!:)
Or we could go skydiving next:)
Logan, the SkyAngel Cowboy
Michael (Tulod) forwarded this to our Wyldfire yahoogroup. This is really worthwhile to watch. I hope it touches your heart too.
Singapore
SINGAPORE—Stressed-out Singapore prepared to welcome its “happiest person” on Thursday at a conference that aims to make people feel better. The aptly named Philip Merry, chief executive of consulting firm Global Leadership Academy, began his search for the most cheery resident last month. The winner—dubbed “Singapore’s Happiest Person”—was to be announced at the end of the two-day New Science of Happiness and Well-Being Conference, organized by Merry and his wife. It seemed like a grim task after a poll by advertising firm Grey Group found that nine in 10 people living in the city-state, Southeast Asia’s wealthiest economy, said they were stressed. The contest called for written nominations, between 300 and 1,000 words, explaining why the candidate is a “model of happiness,” Merry said. Nominees had to be 18 years or older. A surprising 207 entries were received, Merry said. “I literally thought when we launched ... ‘are we going to get anybody?’ Not only did we get 207 stories but we’ve got such fantastic stories,” he said. “There is a lot of happy people that we just don’t talk about or recognize.” Nominees were whittled down to four finalists including Stella Fernandez, 43, a porter at a local women’s and children’s hospital; Ng Chai Lee, 61, a record-keeper at a government polyclinic; and Andy Goh, 35, a manager. All the finalists had a “common denominator” in that they were comfortable with themselves, said John Bittleston, one of the judges. The fourth nominee was Zaibun Siraj, 61, a training consultant at a local polytechnic who recently published her own book, “Zany, Zeal, Zest and Zing: The Z way to happiness.” “It’s the little things in life, such as taking a walk, giving a gift and being with friends, that bring happiness,” Zaibun told reporters. ***nakakalungkot ang balitang ito...kailangan pang idaan sa isang nationwide search ang pinakamasayang tao sa Singapore. sa Pinas, tumingin-tingin ka lang sa paligid mo at makikita mo na ang happiest person- kasambahay, kapitbahay, tricycle driver, tindera sa sari-sari store, o di kaya'y manood ka ng TV para makita mo ang mga contestants sa Wowowee at Eat Bulaga. - from Aldwin-------------------------------Stressed-out Singapore set to welcome its ‘happiest person’
Her secret?
I still go with my belief though that for somebody who thrives on the excitement and fast-paced living of a big-city life, Singapore is the best place to be in. It's very clean, no pollution, no traffic (their jams here are nothing compared it to the ones Manila or Indonesia, for example), low crime plus with all the conveniences and pulsating dynamism of other big cities.
After 5 years here though, I realized that I am not one for the big-city lifestyle. That's why I can't live in Manila too, or New York, and yeah...I know I'm not settling in Singapore.
But thank you Singapore, for letting me live what had been my dreams back then. These words are written with genuine gratitude.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Funny Pinoy Signs (from facebook app)
Ha?! 
Do you also have sour shirt, bitter shirt,..??
Repairman na, breakdancer pa si Mr Alulod?? woow
Mawawalan tayo ng gana sa mga ganitong klaseng pangalan eh.
True, true.
Hahahahaa! Better not answer nature's call around here.
*Gasp!* What do you need the two mosqitoes for???
The sleaziest carwash service ad I've seen so far haha.
Save the ipis.
Todo na to!
If it's not obvious enough...
Mga Salawikain
From my clan's e-group. Enjoy:)
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MGA SALAWIKAIN.. .(DAW)
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
can't get over it
It's been almost a year now.
And I still can't get over it.
I don't think I ever will.
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The most beautiful rainbow...
The most amazing sunsets...
Greatest newfound friends... 
Best boyfriend in the world...
The most majestic canyons...
Greatest newfound friends...
Best boyfriend in the world.......BEST TIME OF MY LIFE ....
Friday, April 11, 2008
weightoffhershoulders
Thank you God for letting me submit my FYP final draft today. Only you could have made it possible.
But yeah, I don't know if I can say that "I could have done better". I don't know whether my examiner or supervisor, or both, will faint when they read my work. I'm pretty sure it is not up to their standard, just like everything else I do.
I tried you know. I started my FYP as early as I could in September, right after my killer Design Project which had been the bulk of my blog posts during that time too because of the way it's been sucking the life out of me. There was no way to tell that early that the next challenge (FYP) would be much, much worse.
I can truthfully say I've labored so much at the lab. There were times during the first semester that I was there every single weekday. Sometimes weekends. And the worst part was I was there during Christmas Eve, New Year's Eve..and all the important holidays I never dreamed of "skipping" for anything. I traded my FYP for time spent with family for the December holidays. I think that's what made me really hate it so much. Now I can say that it's TOTALLY NOT WORTH IT.
I was confident that I had a headstart among my peers, because I know most of them started only in December or the second semester. But even with that I still had to struggle so much. Even with those sacrifices my work is still CRAP for them damn supervisors (only one is official, the other one is somebody whose role I really don't know how to define).
Everytime I approach my supervisor to clarify things with my FYP, he shoos me away. He makes me feel stupid when I present to him my understanding of what's happening. He quickly dismisses me and tells me to go talk to the-other-one-whose-role-is-not-clearly-defined. Young Scientist of the Year what, where got time to answer stupid questions from a struggling undergrad???
Then the other one. I don't know whether to be grateful to her or not. She meddles with my work and sometimes it seems like she is reaching out to help me out of her goodwill, but sometimes I think it's because her ass is also at stake if I don't do well. So a while ago I gave her a copy of my thesis, and we spoke on how I could improve on it. But I mentioned that maybe we could talk some other time because I didn't sleep the whole night even up to the time we were speaking, so my brain can't really absorb anything. Instead of being understanding, she just laughed it off like it's no big deal I didn't sleep and I was tired. What's worse is that she beagan talking about her previous student who got an A, and how she's so good and stuff.
But what really takes the cake is when she commented: "See, I get better students in the past".
Like, WTF woman. My dead brain and worn out body couldn't take it anymore, but I just kept quiet. I kind of regret not retorting back: "Well that is most unfortunate indeed. I completely understand though, because I had much better supervisors in the past too, and I know it sucks how it is right now."
Throughout the project duration, I've been given feedback on where I was lousy at. I am unaware about the good things I did, if I have any.
The biggest difference between my Design Project and Final Year Project is the kind of supervisor I had. For Design Project I had a mentor, who patiently pointed out my flaws so I can improve, and gave out tremendous support and encouragement for me to carry out the process of improving. For my Final Year Project, I just have these superiors who don't give a crap, which drives me to do the same thing.
Wow. I think it is draining for anybody to read whatever I post nowadays. I feel bad too that my parents had to take in the pure, uncensored rant by my sleep-deprived self that I emailed them right after I was given that inappropriate comment this morning.
I am looking forward to better days though. Really. I sincerely can't wait to get out of here and fix my broken self.
PS thank you for those who bear with me through all of this, even when the ugly side of me predominantly surfaces. i am going to get my happy self back soon
5:39am
She doesn't know what had become of her. She used to be grateful for being given the opportunity to be where she is now, but now she is just spiteful. She is tired of everything, of having to conform. She is confused whether what she is doing really defines "doing her best", because it had made her numb and bitter and apathetic. She wants to please her parents, because she had always been driven by their approval, by their pride for her accomplishments. She has a whole bunch of relatives who are proud of her back home. If only they know of her struggles, of how she is tempted to overdose on Panadol pills that are primarily there to numb her throbbing headache, which she reckons may also be used to forever alleviate her of her misery. But she believes in God, in Heaven, and in Hell...and she still looks forward to that day when she will be with her love who promised to marry her.
A tear falls from her right eye as she contemplates on her dreams which she thinks are too simple for somebody given the opportunities thrown at her. She doesn't even want to share them to anybody for fear of being frowned at, except for that person who knows her best and bothers to listen to what she wants.
She is really tired. She wants to escape. Or even just sleep.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Surprise!
I am here again. What can I do, I am always in front of the computer these days doing my thesis and I take small breaks to freshen up. As usual I was researching for more stuff to put in my paper when I found this!!!
Then have to pay somemore. It's interesting. I don't know whether this is some divine sign that I shouldn't treat this whole thing as crap because, well, my findings could potentially contribute to what will be showcased there. But of course it will all be credited to my supervisor's name lah. 
to the max
I would rather eat cow dung and dog barf than go through this FYP thing again.
One out of the 22 precious years of my life is enough already.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Matter of Taste
I 've read this before and it made me chuckle. Haha stress reliever talaga. Thanks Aldwin for sharing. I'm re-posting it here by the way:)
MK, it has some of the stuff I told you about before hehe:)
Matter of Taste
By Matthew Sutherland
I have now been in this country for over six years, and consider myself in most respects well assimilated. However, there is one key step on the road to full assimilation, which I have yet to take, and that's to eat BALUT.
The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them to issue me a Filipino passport. Because at that point there will be no turning back. BALUT, for those still blissfully ignorant non-Pinoys out there, is a fertilized duck egg. It is commonly sold with salt in a piece of newspaper, much like English fish and chips, by street vendors usually after dark, presumably so you can't see how gross it is.
It's meant to be an aphrodisiac, although I can't imagine anything more likely to dispel sexual desire than crunching on a partially formed baby duck swimming in noxious fluid. The embryo in the egg comes in varying stages of development, but basically it is not considered macho to eat one without fully discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best. Others prefer just to drink the so-called 'soup', the vile, pungent liquid that surrounds the aforementioned feathery fetus...excuse me; I have to go and throw up now. I'll be back in a minute.
Food dominates the life of the Filipino. People here just love to eat. They eat at least eight times a day. These eight official meals are called, in order: breakfast, snacks, lunch, merienda, merienda ceyna, dinner, bedtime snacks and no one saw me take that cookie from-the-fridge-so-it-doesn't-count.
The short gaps in between these mealtimes are spent eating Sky Flakes from the open packet that sits on every desktop. You're never far from food in the Philippines . If you doubt this, next time you're driving home from work, try this game. See how long you can drive without seeing food and I don't mean a distant restaurant, or a picture of food. I mean a man on the side walk frying fish balls, or a man walking through the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one minute.
Here are some other things I've noticed about food in the Philippines :
Firstly, a meal is not a meal without rice - even breakfast. In the UK , I could go a whole year without eating rice. Second, it's impossible to drink without eating. A bottle of San Miguel just isn't the same without gambas or beef tapa. Third, no one ventures more than two paces from their house without baon (food in small container) and a container of something cold to drink. You might as well ask a Filipino to leave home without his pants on. And lastly, where I come from, you eat with a knife and fork. Here, you eat with a spoon and fork. You try eating rice swimming in fish sauce with a knife.
One really nice thing about Filipino food culture is that people always ask you to SHARE their food. In my office, if you catch anyone attacking their baon, they will always go, "Sir! KAIN TAYO!" ("Let's eat!").
This confused me, until I realized that they didn't actually expect me to sit down and start munching on their boneless bangus. In fact, the polite response is something like, "No thanks, I just ate." But the principle is sound - if you have food on your plate, you are expected to share it, however hungry you are, with those who may be even hungrier. I think that's great!
In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("KUMAIN KA NA?") as a general greeting, irrespective of time of day or location.
Some foreigners think Filipino food is fairly dull compared to other Asian cuisines. Actually lots of it is very good: Spicy dishes like Bicol Express (strange, a dish named after a train); anything cooked with coconut milk; anything KINILAW; and anything ADOBO. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton, cholesterolic frenzy of a good old-fashioned LECHON de leche (roast pig) feast. Dig a pit, light a fire, add 50 pounds of animal fat on a stick, and cook until crisp. Mmm, mmm... you can actually feel your arteries constricting with each successive mouthful.
I also share one key Pinoy trait --- a sweet tooth. I am thus the only foreigner I know who does not complain about sweet bread, sweet burgers, sweet spaghetti, sweet banana ketchup, and so on. I am a man who likes to put jam on his pizza. Try it!
It's the weird food you want to avoid. In addition to duck fetus in the half-shell, items to avoid in the Philippines include pig's blood soup (DINUGUAN); bull's testicle soup, the strangely-named "SOUP NUMBER FIVE" (I dread to think what numbers one through four are); and the ubiquitous, stinky shrimp paste, BAGOONG, and it's equally stinky sister, PATIS.
Filipinos are so addicted to these latter items that they will even risk arrest or deportation trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA, which wisely ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces.
Then there's the small matter of the purple ice cream. I have never been able to get my brain around eating purple food; the ubiquitous UBE leaves me cold.
And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that KALDERETANG KAMBING (goat) could well be KALDERETANG ASO (dog)...
The Filipino, of course, has a well - developed sense of food. Here's a typical Pinoy food joke: "I'm on a seafood diet.
"What's a seafood diet?" "When I see food, I eat it!"
Filipinos also eat strange bits of animals --- the feet, the head, the guts, etc., usually barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like "ADIDAS" (chicken's feet); "KURBATA" (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and thigh" as in "neck-tie"); "WALKMAN" (pigs ears); "PAL" (chicken wings); "HELMET" (chicken head); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and BETAMAX" (video-cassette-like blocks of animal blood). Yum,yum. Bon appetit.
WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the first cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since. The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have nicknames in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I am glad to say, to lose them.
The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy for anyone over about five. Fifty-five-year-olds colleague put it.
Where I come from, a boy with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy or Apples. Yuk, ech ech. Here, however, no one bats an eyelid.
Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell names". These are nicknames that sound like - well, doorbells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our newly appointed chief of police has a doorbell name Ping . None of these doorbell names exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear.
Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing, replied, "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic.
Dong, of course, is a particularly funny one for me, as where come from "dong" is a slang word for well; perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent!!!
Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning. The secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.
Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy.
More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more kids there are-best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy).
Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a cab driver.
That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila --taxis with the driver's kids' names on the trunk.
Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the "composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, Joseph and Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao , believe it or not). That's a bit like me being called something like "Engscowani" (for England , Scotland , Wales and Northern Ireland ). Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.
And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?
How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination and exoticism rule the world of names.
Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably named town of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world could that really be true?
Where else in the world could the head of the Church really be called Cardinal Sin?
Where else but the Philippines !
Note: Philippines has a senator named Joker, and it is his legal name.
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I AM FREAKING FED UP.
Okay so as usual I am still doing my FYP and I'd like to take a break and go to Cheers (convenience store) and buy some noodles or something. As I was about to go, I realized I would be leaving my laptop behind. Then I remembered that's exactly what I did a while ago. I absent-mindedly went to the toilet and lingered there for a while and left my laptop prey for itchy hands. No wonder those people at the other table (I'm at YIH study room by the way) were looking at me. Now I know why, probably they were thinking how stupid it is to leave one's laptop unattended in public areas. That's what I think too when I see somebody doing that. But now, being on the other end of the situation, I realized it just happens even if historical records show that one had been careful with his/her things.
Whatever lah.
I cannot wait to get out of NUS. Furreeeaaaall.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Final year project finally coming to an end...almost there almost there
So I was at the Statistics department computer cluster (Thanks Joseph) last night/ early morning to do my thesis. I was in front of the computer, surrounded by books and leafing through my printed references I got from the web when suddenly I felt some sort of pain. Then I saw a bright crimson droplet on my finger and it was spreading like it had a life of its own. At first sight of blood I felt weak, but then at the same time I felt doing something crazy (around 3 am what) so I reached for the sheet that I printed my FYP graphs on and started writing this using my own blood as ink:
So there. A paper cut on my right middle finger prompted me to do this instead of, well, other acts of defiance or whatnot you can do with your middle finger. 
This is a part of my FYP all-nighter survival kit.
This is the paper bag containing some of my FYP references I lug around school to do my thesis writing at the Engin computer cluster. It gave up already. 
But I won't. Only one more week to do for this FYP thingamajig and I'd have my final draft already. Oh goodies I can't waaaaiiiiiiiiiiitttt. It'd be like a heavy, heavy burden lifted off of me.
I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.
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