;just because
1. Science Mentorship Programme
2. France; 1 more day (Have not shopped nor packed)
3. Class photos - apparantly my editing skills are obscenely slow
4. Misc Things all impending at various stages of completion
I am deliberating a temporary migration to the corridors of the research centre seeing how a vast majority of what is presumed to be my holidays observing proteins run and the reminder cultivating a fit over the France trip I am utterly unprepared for. Perhaps realisation is fraught in a time warp.
Anyhow, I am afraid the class photos will only be uploaded after I am back from France. My technological illiteracy becomes overhyped when introduced to the fascinations of photoshop and I have yet to process all my photos to eliminate the stark blunders my haphazard photography skills present.
Well, off to France!
11:42 AM
;a kind of love, some say
I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart,
I'll see.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.
I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.
And when I wake you, I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me.
- Strange and Beautiful, AqualungPS; 8 more days to France
1:55 AM
/where's the damned stop button
Sometimes I need to shut all this noise out, because the world is getting too loud for me
Why don't you leave me alone? Even if you have this huge grudge on me, the obsessive sort which possesses you with an unsatiable urge to put me through a paper cutter, and feed the strips into the trash bin, was it really necessary to hold me up in an aimless online conversation to explain precisely what you supposedly think of me? I wouldn't have minded, except your grammar is appalling enough to have me desperate for fictionpress therapy. Your fractured english must have tumbled five floors.
Frankly, I can comprehend anger, even when the reasoning leaves me grasping for possibilities as to why you might be potentially teetering off your rocker. This is 2007 and romance can be found auctioned on eBay. Do you listen to what you are saying when you whine to me about how I am mauling a priority of your life? I'd made it very clear that my life is infinitely more important to me than you, especially since to you I'm just a convenient punching bag for your overdosed rants, and I find it incredibly amusing that you seem to assume that every minute of my day belongs to you.
By all external appearances, you certainly don't meet the criteria regarding level of sanity for girls I am open to being acquaintances with. If we have met eitherwise - when I had my senses trapped in my back pocket - you must have been insignificant for the only bitch I have seen in months is my neighbour's dog. I didn't mean to be rude by falling asleep the other day over our conversation; its just that you are so interesting it dazzles me and I close my eyes in response to the giddiness. My puny brain cannot handle the awesomeness. I guess it must be sort of like when you run too many applications on a computer and it hangs, because I often feel like hanging myself whenever you talk to me yourself in my presence.
Sweetheart, could you go shopping for a life? I sort of demand you get one before I look one up on Classified for you. Thanks!
I'm sorry.
PS; Thanks for weathering all that for me, Madeeva. Even if I look hard, will I get a friend like you?
;♠ we will find each other there
Dear Mother,
I can understand declining birth rates, right now. And if I were part of the government intellegentsia I would have realised a few extra bucks and the household moniker of Baby Bonus isn‘t going to do much to acclerate a few thousand births. Being a mother isn‘t the nine months of labour (in which the stereotype of weak women becomes subject to debate), or even the high maintenance of a child. It’s a mental predicament, a life time entity which sometimes tests a woman’s patience, tries her tears, unleashes her anger, and very occasionally fetches a smile. I can sympathise with all those women, really. All whom would rather be living high profile lives in the crème of all careers to working out a migraine over her daughter’s PSLE score. The turmoil of motherhood worth tens of years isn’t half worth the sparse minutes of pride the mother has been yearning for each while.
I have never truly appreciated how you have always been there. The times you clear my table for me before it succumbs to look like it has been
raped by a few dozen harrumphing godzillas or to an inorganic cesspit. The times I have done the most appall able things and all you wanted to know was my state of mind. The times you stood up for me, and I never did for you. I never did thank you, and neither did you ask.
You should have abandoned me mother. Really. Severed all ties with this species you call a daughter. (I am being self degrading to myself in this statement, but it is mother’s day, it is your day, and I suppose the temporary sacrifice of my ego is the least I could do) I don’t know why you stay. I don’t know why all those mothers who are shut out brutally stay. Is it a patience cultivated by motherhood?
So what is it about motherhood? What is it about the sharing of a few molecular similarities which creates a bond of such permanency which no words, actions or events can weather? I don’t know all that, but all I know is that you care. It has taken me a helluva long time to realise that. Even then, such a realisation becomes veiled by anger at times.
Thank you for tolerating me all these years. I might never have made you felt wanted or even loved, but without you, you should know I wouldn’t be half the person I am today. I did spend time thinking about what I should give you for a mother’s day present. Firstly, I was financially incapable of even buying you a hairpin. Even so I would have either gotten you a penmanship book (hopefully it would create as much change in your handwriting as you have in my life) or a cook book, so the next time the last viable option before starvation requires your cooking skills we all don’t have to leave the ambulance and fire brigade on speed dial. The last option was a sappy letter of course - not only would it speak a thousand words (literally) but it also sympathises with the dire financial state I am in.
(This is a hint to please increase my pocket money?)So, mother, you might never read this. But if you do, this is all I can attribute to you for Mother‘s Day (other than the flowers I plucked off the street for you for which you have to remember I risked being potentially mauled by all those condominum security guards).
You are one of a kind mother. And even if sometimes I suspect you love your garden more than you love us, I still love you.
From,
K.
8:06 AM
/you're a little off center
This year has been one teeming with hikes: the GST hike, ministrial pay hikes, temperature hike. I shall attribute my abrupt string of self-centred epidemics to the punctured ozone layer. Having said that, I do not claim to be in any way pro-environment. My daily paper consumption must have cleared half the Amazon and I use water like the Pacific's mine. To excarbate my environmentally suicidal habits, I do not even try to avoid walking on grass patches.
Anyhow, as adapted from
http://samaryn.com:
In 2011, the General Elections will be held and the ruling party will again claim the people’s mandate. In a similar vein to MM Lee Kuan Yew’s scare-mongering tactics, this is a possible scenario of the immediate years after 2011:1. Hikes for GST, transport and healthcare manifest yet again. Cascade effect causes daily necessities and food to rise in cost again; CPI increases but statistics will be massaged.2. Prolonged, strenuous debates on welfare and workfare benefits eventually see another grand $30 increase, maybe double or triple that even. Income gap continues to widen and the Gini coefficient continues to rise.3. The Newspaper Printing Presses Act is amended a few years before GE 2011 to include measures on new media. Mainstream media, especially the stable of SPH newspapers, improve in the subtlety or blatancy of their pro-establishment reportage. Counter-insurgency measures become more sophisticated.4. Retirement villages are promoted; those situated in nearby Johor and Bintan are especially lauded and recommended by ministers for financial cost reasons. In the oldest precincts, one-room flats and two-room flats are slated for demolition to make way for new HDB flats. In some precincts nearer to town, the old three/four-storey flats that are converted into boutique hotels, like those in Tiong Bahru.5. Residents, and not HDB, bear the increasing cost of IUP and LUP for their housing estate. Other burdens of the State begin to be transferred to the citizens as the population’s age pyramid bulges towards the old age bracket.6. Ministerial salaries are due for review 6 years after 2007’s increase. The benchmark will not vary much from the previous review and ministers are expected to receive at least half a million more in annual salary. First world countries elsewhere begin to adopt Singapore’s best practice.7. GLCs continue to have a stronghold on the economy and acquire significant stakes in regional countries’ assets. Ruling party members and affiliates continue to be rotated amongst the different ministries and GLCs.8. The PMETs of the generation born in the 70s and 80s continue to leave the country in large droves. Emigrants join their families and friends already settled in Australia, USA and Canada. Australia records a new high of 60,000+ emigrants from Singapore in 2015, compared to the 50,000 in 2007. Some emigrants seek new lives in nearby ASEAN countries and China. Overseas undergraduates and graduates especially, sink new roots in the country of their choice. The exodus begins to surpass the influx as more citizens make their decision to leave.
2:26 AM
