Y am I not going out with girls?

I don't know?

I haven't met anyone, definitely not in the work place, cos they're all so much older and not my type.

Hanging out with gay wonder boy and nature girl Tzo, doesn't really help.

Am I straight? gay? bisexual?

It changes ever so often like the magnetic poles of the earth.

Meeting the right person is already hard enough. Why half your chances by choosing one sex?

o.k...maybe that's not the right attitude.

COuld it be that's I've been scarred by my childhood when this 17 yr old guy practised french kissing me, masturbation and things so gay?

Or was it the absence of a dominant male figure in my life: instead of having no dad, I had to be raisedby a pack of amazon women. In that respect, I've never seen a straight relationship at home and have too much respect for the female sex. ( inferiority complex)

It would be so much easier to say I was born one thing and not the other. I think it's childish to do things that always make you happy or to do things you are inclined to. That's too simplistic. Being true to yourself might be honest but it's intrinsicly selfish to begin with.

It's better to know thy self. Know who you are, what your limits are, what your attitudes and opinions to the world are and why these are the choices you make, accept them, and move on. From time to time, you test your principles, sometimes they don't work and then you see if your conviction is strong enough or go back to scatch.

This is what being true to yourself means to me i.e. not being a child and doing everything on a whim.

Back to my sexuality? It's open to interpretation. i've got people thinking I'm gay, i've got Jaq to thank for this art card which says ''Only gay in the village''

What does it mean to be gay?
Is it decided by what gets your dick up? Any hole would do.. Besides, I would like to give more credit to my brain.

Has it to do with love? I couldn't see myself loving any gay guy, they're so fickle and I'm no different.

I still love the notion of loving a girl and growing old with a girl, with children and being the quirkiest dad ever.

I am cursed to never commit to commitment. Something I yearn to experience and never will. Wanting to do but never happening. No doubt that I can commit to a dream or an idea but the details are ever dizzingly changing.Maybe it's some animal instinct where males just mate and walks away from commitment. Perfectly normal in nature.

Longman's English dictionary: Fidelity
1. loyalty to your husband, girlfriend, etc shown by having sex only with them

2. the quality of not changing something when you are producing it again in a different form, by recording, translating, making a film etc

3. the quality of being faithful to your friends or of not doing anything that is against your beliefs

Picture this: those oldie movie in casino, it's smoky and this guy flips this coin, it rises into the air, flipping in slow motion. The whole picutre is focused on that coin.

We'll see who walks down that aisle. But let's not plan my life around it, yeah. at least not consciously.

gtg.....if anyone knows me better than myself than please do share.

FYI.....a waste of space

my tag board and etc have been shifted below

but I'm sure you guys are smart enough to have realised that anyways.

I'm feeling so depressed at the thought that I migght not be able to talk to my friends in Singapore as I work from 4 pm to 1 am (singapore time) so I guess I would have to rush home after work and go online and try to get an hour or two of solid chatting, if that's even possible.

I'm one sad puppy.

'twas a nice day yesterday

It's strange at times when you wake up before the alarm goes off, especially if it's by 5 or 10 min, cos I feel like sleeping yet afraid that when i do sleep, i'll miss the alarm completely. It HAS happened before.

Today, 30 14 yr olds are coming to the Sanger Institute for a day of science. The senior post-doc in my team is organsing it, so our whole team got sort of dragged into it.

There were some fun moments. There were 4 stations + 1 practical. A histo section, skeleton prep, organ prep, can't remember and a pcr prac.

The skeleton prep was really cool, like a fossil. It's gross though, how they do such preps, so I shall not mention it here for fear of repercussions. The organ prep station was where my superviosr and I were in charge off. There were 5 vials with mice organs in them. They had to match the organ to their function by identifying what the organ is in the 1st place. It's quite funny how many thought the liver was the lung or that the testis was the tonsil. Basically we showed them lung, heart, stomach, liver, kidneys, brain and testis.
The boys were grossed out by the testis, I guess they're at that age where they feel more pain at the idea that a testis was severed from the body. The girls were hardly amused, they were those bitchy, lackadaisical type.

It's cute to see 14 yr olds stuggling with gilsons, and trying to open eppys with one hand. Some were so nervous that that you could see them trembling or forgetting to put a tip on their gilson.
bless them.

They left at around 3 pm, the our senior post-doc treated us to smoothie..yum..

Some lady had taken my agar plates by mistake and I was so flusterred and had to spend another day incubating them. sigh

That night, CHnalek, Tzo and I had our usual routine of having drinks at rat and parrot. Tzo and I had cocktail (girl's dream and rumbled respectively), CHanlek had a Carling. Our conversation went from inter-racial marriages to girl's sec uniform, plans for the weekend and briefly on lesbians. not in that order.

After we killed enough time, it was time to go watch Ghost in the Shell : Innocence. It was absolutely breath-taking, the effects and cgi and all the animation. The dialogue was dry and heavy in a mechanical sort of way?
Dead dolls wanting to know what being alive is like as much as living people are curious about how death is like.
How rearing children/dolls is a way of immortalisation.

What are the merits of meritocracy?

MERITOCRATIC discrimination? That’s probably one of the worst oxymorons we’ll ever hear. But it came over the weekend from Johor Umno — yes, the same group that urged the Umno headquarters a fortnight ago not to publicise the names of those found guilty of money politics.
To be fair, perhaps Johor Umno chief Datuk Abdul Ghani Othman meant well when he said the meritocracy system of selecting students into public universities had adversely affected "tens of thousands of Bumiputera students in the rural areas who were denied quality education in view of the uneven playing field".But it is wrong to say that meritocracy — a system based on ability and not on racial quota — is discrimination, let alone oppression. If Bumiputera students are not doing well in rural schools because of lack of access to proper facilities and quality education, then there must be something wrong with the education development and implementation system.Why are rural schools still worse off 35 years into the New Economic Policy? Johor Umno should demand an answer to that and insist on immediate steps to rectify shortcomings in the implementation system to ensure that rural schools get quality teachers and facilities like the urban schools.
http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Thursday/Columns/20050714075923/Article/indexb_html

1. Definition of meritocracy: Meritocracy is a system of government based on rule by ability rather than by wealth or social position. Meritocracy is also the term often chosen to describe the condition of a government or other body that stresses formal education and competence more than other features, such as ancestry. Most governmental systems contain some elements of meritocracy. For instance, in most representative democracies, parties and voters use the performance of candidates in campaigning or in office to determine who should be re-elected and what senior positions they may hold. Elected officers usually also hire expert advisers to help formulate policies. However, pure meritocracies are virtually unknown.
Some would suggest that the military ranking system is perhaps the closest system to pure meritocracy which can easily be found. http://encyclopedia.laborlawtalk.com/Meritocracy
So for Singapore to stop their compulsory military service would hypocritical in their conviction. Although a military-run country is unimaginable, it would be some sort of coup. In Singapore's case, it'll be perfectly understandable since she is at threat from terrorists but how much influence does the army have considering all singaporean males would have gone through the military at some time.

2. There isn't much of an equal playing field to begin with amongst countries i.e. the developed and developing countries so could meritocracy be used in a global level. I'll not bet on it. Does everyone borne into a country start off from teh same start line? No. Premature births come out struggling abit more, or babies born with genetic diseases might need a different environment or special attention. Through childhood, asthma or myopia etc shows up and that'll affect their abilities and extent of their merits. This doesn't mean they can't do the things they like, it just means, if all else being equal (which is not the case), they would need to put in more effort to get as far as someone who is less hindered. Does meritocracy take into account the amount of effort one puts it given the circumstances that one is facing or is meritocracy a cold and clinical procedure based on the bottom line, profit margin, results? I remember in schools, students will be rewarded for being Best Improvement, does that exist in the working class?

3. So then, in light that not everyone is on the same starting line, how much intervention should parents/government etc provide for those less abled or financially less able. There are different standards in schools because they are subjected to meritocracy (ranking is essential to meritocracy), tuition, sport coaches, sport facilities which constrains people to geo-economical boundaries. Does meritocracy see one who has performed through no intervention equally with another who has had many interventions. Yes because that person made the effort to get to that same place. Poorer, smarter people will get help from the government while richer, smarter people can help themselves. So what happens to the not so poor and not so smart people (which i think would be a sizeable chunk)? Tough, they have to fil up the packing order and be the foundation of the society. Is filtering system that is meritocracy sensitive and dynamic and effective in its function?

4. How does one decide whether one's ability is of merit or not? A big factor depends on how relevant that ability is to your environment/society/family. A world-class juggler will only be appreciated for his merits in cirque du soleil and a scientist in a lab. Since Singapore is moving away from semi-conductors to life sciences, is the merit of an engineer less or more compared to a life-scientist. Whatever it is, it is different. So does meritocracy stand the test when it comes to comparing merits of different nature? Is it as impartial?

5. At the end of it all, there can be talk on the different forms of governance but it boils down to people in governance. Is there nepotism going on? (just felt like using that word.) Guess wat confucius, singapore, genghis khan, napoleon and Grand Duchy of Finland have in common: meritocracy. There is a school of thought opposing meritocracy called the critical theory i.e. Proponents of critical theory often argue that merit is defined by the power elite simply to legitimize a system in which social status is actually determined by class, birth, and wealth.

I had written an assay on this and on NS, i think, some time last year, out of sheer boredom and also because i had to clear such thoughts from my head to remain sane. I'll publish it some time when I find it.

Boy, do I loath personality tests

That's why I had to do all of them on that website, which I took from vivian's and chongwai's blogs.

As a man of science as compared to a scientist , i.e. a scientist works in a lab while a man of science lives his life in the philosophy of science, how valid is the data being presented and are there more than 1 independent way of arriving at the same conclusion?

I hate being labelled or categorised. It's demeaning and condescending. First of all, uniqueness is an all or nothing word like tolerance, either you are tolerant or not. There's no gradation of uniqueness, is there? To me, uniqueness and individuality are closely linked.

Can you be an individual and not be unique or vice versa? so take that away is demeaning.

Condescending because it presupposes that the person/people labelling you no more about you than you yourself and yet no one can say they know another individual in his/her entirety so their judgement is based on a small sample of you.

What i think is magnificent and beautiful about the human race is our ability to adapt and change. That's what gives the human race hope. However, that's taken away when one is categorised, such that there is a disparity between the rate at which a person changes and the rate at which the world's perception of that person changes. prob a scaling up effect.

This will hopefully lead into what I have to say next.

Which gorgeous goddess am I?

The Goddess of Night and Regret. You are a perfect
confidante. Always understanding and
solicitous, you could be a queen and you are
exceptionally honest. You are an intelligent
beauty.

Which gorgeous goddess are you? For girls! (breath taking pics!)
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Which fluttering fairy am I?

You are the fairy of Fire! You are quite strong and
powerful, people look up to you greatly and
often seek your protection. You have the
ability to gain many friends. Not everyone is
capable of leadership but you certainly have
the willpower and flare to do it. Please rate
if you want to, it's just i spent ages making
this quiz.

Which fluttering fairy are you? (gorgeous pics!)
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Which sensational sprite am I?

Wait...You aren't a sprite, you're an angel! You
tend to care for others over yourself, you
always try to see the good in everyone and try
not to hate. Also, you have sharp insight and a
great personality. Calm, serene, and
understanding, you make a worthy friend and a
valuble ally to people in need.

Which sensational sprite are you? (entrancing pics!)
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Which astounding angel am I?

You are a water angel! Very proud and powerful you
always make people feel great about themselves
and you seem to radiate happiness! You rock!

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Which stunning spirit of emotion am I?

You are the Spirit of Love. You think around
romance and are extremely compassionate.
Whenever you want something you can get it due
to your fiery passion. You can make friends
quite easily, because peopole are attracted to
your obvious good nature. You will have no
trouble in finding a life partner and will be
very happy.

Which stunning spirit of emotion are you? NEW AND IMPROVED! (amazingly beautiful anime pics!)
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Which proud princess am I?

You are an ice princess. You are cold and
indifferent much of the time. You are
completely impossible to get close to, even
those who do never see the real you. You are
fearless and immeasurably strong - not much can
crack through your defences. Many people are
stunned by your absolute cruelty and inability
to feel anything. If something in your life
turns out wrongly you will kill whomever you
feel is responsible. If anyone can break
through your icy exterior, they are to be
feared because you will never display any
emotion in any situation. You cannot bear to be
bettered by anyone and this makes you
exceptionally determined. You abuse your royal
power using it to any advantage you can. After
all no one can pin the blame on a member of the
royal family now can they?

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Another quirky friend-----Amos

i read something intresting recently....for those who took chemistry will remember that atoms have electrons..and we as human beings( made of atoms) are surrounded by electrons too....which means that no matter what we do...WE WILL NEVER TO REALLY PHYSICALLY TOUCH ANYONE OR ANYTHING.....this brings me to the belief that the only way ya can really "touch" someone is through the heart....think abt it friends...ha ha i guess ya all must have found me too lor so liao....but anyway for those of ya who really took time to read this ...thank you...all the best for the weekend...i will be back hahahh....ya friend,Amos....

It's just so Amos.....could never tell when he's serious or not so I chose not.

God bless him.

Chanlek's nursery rhyme?

A tilt of the head, quick spread of the wings
An ancient journey thus begins
Unrhythmic this ritual, you’ll find to be
Sacred timing between sky and wave and he

Through swirling sea to sheltered shore
Just one short rest, no less, no more
For on this cloudless, windless night
Will and power bow to soundless might

On the diamond silk the weary traveller lands
The heavens unfurl an intricate plan
Stay and hear the truths untold!
Sang the breeze and the moon of gold

But our traveller knows the stars’ great lie
And many more days he must fly
With flutes of foam the fickle winds blew,
So on the next crest he rose again and off he flew

He knew.

Emptying the voices in my head

I've never really had a proper dream. Don't know why.

Up till a point, my head has been filled with people I know and I imagine a setting, then I imagine a situation and then I'm like a computer program and create multiple possible scenarious based on all the info I know from all my characters. Imagining how different people or different groups of people react to certain stimuli.

Is that wierd?

Just want to let all of you know that all of you are stars in my dream....oh so corny.

hmmmmmmmmmmmm.

2 blogs in one day is not recommended.

A day in my head

Nothing particularly eventful happened.

At work, people were busy preparing for tomorrow. Cos tomorrow....we're gonna have children over for some science thing.....which should be worth blogging about.

My laptop has been taken away cos some things need to be done to it so I can access internet from my room....which is such a bain.

Then, I met this guy who's the head of the college, well not really, but close enough. I think he's gay or just wants to have a meal with me? and keeps signing off as 'yours ever' or 'yours' in our correspondence. Maybe i'm just not used to british politeness. =P
But then, if I don't reply in the same manner, i might be perceived as rude and if i do i might be giving the wrong impression?

Well, he asked me out for a meal some time next week, and I am really nervous just thinking about it. He seems really old to me. I just hope i'll never see him afterthat.

There's so much sucking up one can muster.

crustaces et coquillages

COCKLES AND MUSCLES

You know quality is assured when French actress-of-the-moment Valeria Bruni Tedeschi (seen recently in Fran?ois Ozon’s 5x2) appears in the cast list and COCKLES AND MUSCLES, also featuring Lars von Trier- and Luc Besson-favourite Jean-Marc Barr, is a mini-classic of its kind. For their summer vacation, Marc takes his wife Beatrix and their two children to the seaside house of his youth. The Mediterranean wind blows, the sea churns, and the heat of summer stokes their desires. Their daughter Laura, 19, has a rendezvous with her biker boyfriend, and their son Charly, 17, roams with his best friend Martin, who is in love with him. Beatrix is sensitive to the undisclosed, erotically charged atmosphere that exists between the boys and imagines that her son is gay. When Beatrix's lover Mathieu shows up, and Marc's old flame appears, complications escalate and the vacation collapses into hilarious chaos.... Light-hearted and fluffy in the way only the French can make films, this is the perfect summer evening comedy.

Official site (French): www.crustaces-lefilm.com

Vous plaisantez j'espere? no i'm not joking...let me tell you from the beginning.

Yesterday was like any other day, cooked dinner with Chanlek, tried to strain our hearing while watching tin tin and talking about our day.

What's different is that we went for cocktails at the Rat and Parrot (they had some promotion) Had my 1st cocktail i think....blue lagoon....I just wanted to try blue curacao, it was nice and mild and sweetish. Tzo and lek had long island iced tea. Tzo's was much nicer though. She got an experienced bartender unlike lek who got this probably newbie trainee guy. and we shared a sex on the beach which really is nothing more than fruit juice?
Our conversation revolved around animals, PhD, sec sch proms, taking a gap yr, more or less.

Our french movie (above) started at 11pm so we had to dash (it was round the corner). Let me share with you my critique:

I think the movie is fabulous. The opening credits was something between coupling (the brit comedy) where they have velvety ribbons making luscious curves and finding nemo cos they had crustaceans in love? and accomapnied by a french vocalist which of course her voice sounded like it was dripping with seduction.

It's summer and a family (Marc -Dad, Beatrix - Mom, Charly -son and Laura-daughter) decided to spend it in their summer house by the coast on top of a hill.

The movie subtly uses the imagery of a voilet (a shellfish), which i guess has a purplish shell but has a yellow flesh. It's like those banana or coconut (yellow or brown - outside, white inside) but of course shellfish is so much more sexy, which is used twice througout i think.

Martin, Charly's friend, who is obviously gay comes to stay with them. Martin is just horny and want some sort of intimacy with Charly but Charly's not sure about his sexual orientation as yet.
Charly, I must say, has long hair and either looks like sleepy cub or leo di caprio in man in the iron mask-ish, same difference.

Laura, is a babe, at the prime of her sexuality, not to mention great legs. She has brutal honesty for like 5 min then runs away with a biker to portugal to have rampant sex.

Beatrix, the mom, is half dutch and hence very open in dealing with sex and sexuality. She, mean while, has an affair with some dorky, perveted man, which really is just there for comic relief. She's calm and insightful. I love her dreamy eyes that you can get lost in for ages.

The dad, not knowng abt the affair, but seeing his children amidst teenage romance, faces an internal struggle: 1st to come to terms with his son possibly being gay, 2nd his loose daughter, 3rd not having great sex with Beatrix. So he busies hmself with fixing the house and stuff.

There's so much deception and sexual tension that every main male character had to take turn to wank in the shower...for release?

Let me wrap this up:

Boy shows unrequited love towards gay friend, perceived by parents as a cute gay couple which in their jaded view re-enforces this till to them it becomes the absolute truth. Son, of course is straight ( a shock to their parents). Gay friend, dejected goes cruising for guys, boy follows and gets picked up by a plumber who used to be his dad's lover. Gay friend tried to make out with plumber but Dad and plumber meet and relived their first love they had for each other = affair, while Mom also has an affair. Poor straight boy sees all this and his world is shattered. Gay friend = dejected

it's those kind of film where the audience sees the full picture (corny) but the actors don't, dramatic irony? (Dramatic irony lies in the audience's deeper perceptions of a coming fate, which contrast with a character's lack of knowledge about said fate.)

You can always leave it to the French for good romantic comedies...

salut!

Declaring war on tits!!!!

Yes, and I do mean the birds and not those overgrown moles that everyone has.

This morning, I woke up, and went to take a shower. perfectly normal

I come back to my room to see a tit in the middle of my room. Oh how cute.

Then I saw 3 separate and distinct stains on my carpeted floor....hmmm....not normal but no biggy, shit happens literally, the cleaner comes every so often to clean the carpet anyways.

I scanned the room to assess the damage: 7 separate stains on the carpet without any particular localisation, 2 on my desk, 2 on my coffee table and the most unforgivable of them all, 3 stains precisely targeted on my pillow! I dashed to remove the pillow case, but it had stained my pillow as well. I am certain it went for the pillow first!

I mean if you don't like someone, fine you soil his room or something but you don't go for someone's pillow, that's just underhanded, vindictive and down right awful.

Fine, so i did leave the windows open but I left the curtains closed....so what sort of tit flies through an open window to see a cloth barrier and flies right through it.

It was a stupid bird anyways. I tried to chase it away but it flew into a closed window instead of the open window beside and as though the 1st time didn't sink into its head, it tried crashing the glass a few more times...the worst thing was everytime i came nearer to try to grab hold of it and throw it of the window, it would just look at me and keep shitting, prob cos it's scared

Viscious cycle: I get annoyed, tit gets scared, tit shits, I get annoyed...u can close the loop.

Luckily it did fly out and I had to miss my breakfast to catch my bus!

How does one clean off 3 shit stains off a pillow as oppose to a pillow case?

Dwon with tits!!!!!!!

All the stuff I promised to say

First, I promised Tiffy to tell her my address:

Fidel Anaya
Christ's College
Cambridge
CB2 3BU

from now until 15th september maybe?

then i move to Essex..so stay tuned for my new address,.....yeay..being a nomad is such fun..too bad I've got no sheep....

Hey tiffy...could you blog something about your childhood boyfriend, Chanlek cos he's shy and not telling me anything, all he seems to remember was pinning the donkey at some birthday party with lots of children...hmmm...

Oh yeah, he's msn is chanlek@hotmail.com and he'll be back in Singapore on the 16th of August...too bad I won't be there when you guys re-unite *kodak moment*

haha....just had venison and watched tin tin....quiet lethargic now....tata

An eventful day = a day to remember

O my god..where do I start....

The day started slow....I awoke to Chanlek still sleeping....nothing new. Edwin playing Age of Mythology....nothing new.

I was supposed to wake him up...but I waited a while....decided to read his mitochondria apoptosis book....while hearing groans, twitching and REM (rapid eye movement)...now who has the heart to wake someone up when he's in the middle of such an exciting dream....hmm...never asked him about it though....

Finally, we set off! Today was dim sum for lunch day. Edwin has NEVER eaten dim sum in a dim sum place before...i mean dian xin off the road = yes.....but never in a dim sum place....so we went to Charlie Chan....very cheesy name....we ordered prawn dumpling (bound to be prawns in dim sum), that yam fried thingy ( i like the light wispy fried outer shell), duck's tongue ( i was beind adventurous...was served like japanese baby squid..not nice), chee cheong fun....fried red bean pancake...but not the one u would expect....

that was just to sample..not really to get full on.

oh oh..and before that we went to buy a couple of tickets for the film festival...and guess wat! there were like 4 tix left for howl's moving castle...so we took the 2 disabled seats directly in front. and we also got tix for ghost in the shell..the 2nd one.

While scouting for gd place to have lunch, we walked through parker's piece...they had a french market going on, some garage sale, fun fair sort of rides for the little people etc. We bought some pastry, and a tartifelle or something, it's bacon, potatoes and cheese...

there were stalls selling parma ham with different seasoning, churios, sausages, cholizo (some spanish sausage), cheeses, sweets and the list goes on. So we just bought bits here and there to munch on. The weather looked like it was going to rain, but we treaded on.

There wsa this cool life size robot thingy which really looked futuristic (not the transformers type) and made cool noises and sang too, to the delight of many on-lookers.

Nothing else excited us...so we went back to our place. I was busy wrapping my presents for Yup and Carys (so i can pass them to Shuhui who will then pass it on), until Chanlek mentioned that Tzo Zen was really bored and demanded our company at Clowns (a coffee place), so we went (Chanlek and I). I had hot chocolate, we just talked.

Since Tzo had not been to the fair...we decided to bring her there. By this time, the sun had come up to play and boy was it hot!! This time I bought a brioche...yum...while Tzo bought some sausages. This time we took more time to look at the garage sale, where there were pretty neat stuff on sale. And there was this antique cars exhibition like those 60s ish.....

Enough of that...we bought some drinks and sat on the grass...while listening to some drag queen sing or watch some slutty male dancer dance...hilarious.

Soon it was dinner time, we headed back home only to find Edwin still seen to be playing age of mythology since we left for Clowns.

Chanlek volunteered to cook salmon as I had bought them the day before from Tesco. I was still in his room busy wrapping presents....so tedious to wrap presents for girls these days.

The food was good though I wasn't that hungry as I've been snacking through the day. The veg were slightly burned cos of the soy sauce added...who would think that would be a premonition of things to come...

A falling sound came from the kitchen, i thought nothing of it and continued eating. Then,the fire alarm went off. o.k....maybe it was smoke from the cooking accumulating. Edwin and Chanlek went out of the room (the kitchen was beside our room), Tzo and I remained.

Footsteps could be heard shuffling back and forth, voices muffled but rushed. Chanlek kept telling Edwin to close the door. Apparently, a fire had broke out in the kitchen. Chanlek, I guess, had left a bottle of oil on the stove (not on the hob) but the wind came in the kitchen and decided to cause some mischief. The bottle of oil fell on the hob and instantaneously combusted, blacking the wall and charring the ceiling. Little remains of the oil bottle but the smell of plastic diffused across. Luckily Edwin took out the fire with the fire extinguisher as Chanlek was hesitant.

What was left was the aftermath of dripping oil, and burnt plastic smell. In trying to clean the mess, Chanlek masked himself with a towel to prevent inhalation of smoke and plastic. I, on the other hand grabbed my camera and video taped him cleaning.

Side track: Tiffany! I showed him wat u wrote on my tag board and yes he remembers you! How sweet. I helped to reunite old primary school friendships. Ohhhhhh. And i think he's just as fanatic about mahjong as you. You guys should so meet up.

Anyways, back to my day. After all that shenanigan, we went back to parker'spiece to catch the fireworks at 10pm. Chanlek by this time was hungry as he used up most of dinner cleaning up the mess....why didn't I help? cos the mess was in 1 corner, so it was best to leave it to 1 person to do it....too crammed. While queuing for chinese food, the fireworks went off. We were in a good position. The firworks wasn't fantastic but they are always so full of hope, of dying beauty and mortality....poignant? hmmm, however, as more and more fireworks went on, more and more smoke ensued. The whole place looked like some forest fire was going on down the road. But it was artistic in a way(though i dubt it was their intention) that cos it's all dark, when the fireworks burst, you see the light reflect off the smoke...yes smoke is so sexy...yeah right

We wanted to go for this circus at 10.30 but it was sold out. Our next plan was to go to Threshers to buy alcohol but that was closed too. So we went to this bar called HaHa, where Chanlek had a cosmopolitan and Tzo had some latin thingy..both were red and both were tasty.
Sadly, we got chased out quite quickly cos they close at 11.30.

Being kicked out, we headed to Tzo's place and watched High Fidelity (my name sake), how not to watch. and John Cusack....how not to watch...he seems to me as having put on eye liner..hmmm...but the movie was interesting, the way it was narrated, the songs...yeah good film. I had some of Tzo's Chinese tea to go with it.....boy was it concentrated you should see the amount of tea leaves that had sedimented at the bottom.

We chatted for a while after, talked about random things, listening to blues, talking about relationships...the usual. looking at pics of portugal etc etc...=P

It's now close to 3.30am and time to head back. It was so quiet, and misty. I was anxious to get back in one piece. Along the way, 2 guys were trying to break into some place....one was big and probably drunk. He saw us and started asking us if we knew how to let them in...we ignored him and kept walking...then he shouted to either answer him or fight him....yeah sure...kept walking..all we heard was that he took it out on some bicycle.

reached home, safe and sound.

In dream land by 4 a.m. zzzzzz