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I think there is a typo there. It should be:
If our achievements meets a wall, you must be the one putting the bricks together.
Happy Teachers’ Day!
That explains my GP A2 when I play games on my laptop during lessons, and my A for maths when I didn’t attend most lectures and never do tutorial.
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2) Logitech VX Nano Laser Notebook Mouse ($149)
3) Bermuda ($40)
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2 wrongs - she eats, they let her
STOMPer Clement, 60, was riled by the woman eating on the train, as well as the four NSmen standing in front of her who did nothing and let her continue eating.Clement told STOMP on Sunday (29 July) that the woman was sitting near him at about 5pm on Friday while waiting for the train at the platform of Kranji MRT Station.
“She started eating but I thought let it be,” he said. “When the train arrived, she put everything inside the bag.”
“During the journey, she took out a bottle of water and started eating a second bun. She continued eating even as the announcement came on, reminding commuters not to eat and drink on board,” he said.
“I couldn’t take it anymore. I approached her and asked her ‘you’re an educated lady right? Surely you understand instructions?’ She stopped eating right away,” he said.
But Clement was just as upset with the four Nsmen standing in front of the woman. “They behaved as if they did not see it or that there was nothing wrong,” he said.
Three of them later got off the train, while the remaining one sat next to Clement.
The STOMPer had to talk to him. “His name is Song. I asked him what he thought of my action and I explained it is our job to tell people when they have broken the rules.
“He gave the impression that it’s better to let it be and told me maybe I need not have been so harsh with the woman.”
What also bothered Clement was that other commuters saw it but did nothing.
“What if they spot a bag and it could be a security threat? We have to be civic minded enough to do something instead of thinking someone else will do that,” he said.
After that conversation, Clement received a surprise email from Song. “He thanked me for enlightening him and promised that he would do better next time.
“I was impressed with him for being so forthright in telling me I should not have been so harsh with the woman. I accept this - and I think I could have been more polite with her,” he told STOMP.
“This is part of national education. As a 60-year-old man, I am concerned that not all our young people understand that we all have a role to play,” he said.
What should I think of this 60 years old man?
Retarded? Lame? Bo liao? Or morally upright?
Whatever the case, go spend more time on 4Ds and horses races…
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Loading ...After using up almost one pack of tissue paper, I finally managed to dry the seat to a more “sit-able” condition. It was a pity that those old and homeless people who want to sell a few packs of tissue papers to have their meal wasn’t around; their products were in very high demand. This was because a few million dollar worth of explosives and magnesium, which according to our self-appointed MM, could be made better use of by building a community center, would be literally going up in smoke. Few people in Singapore have that amount of money to burn, so they have all gathered at Marina Bay to watch the government burning it for them. And because it rained earlier, all the seats were wet. And because all the seats were wet, tissue papers are worth as much as gold.
Lets leave that aside for a while. Today is yet another happy day with my girlfriend. Ever since enlistment, the government had made it such that me and my girlfriend could only see each other once per week on almost all week. Saturdays and Sundays are sacred. And being together brings happiness.
Earlier, because I need to buy some things from Sim Lim Square, we decided to enjoy our lunch at Miss Clarity Cafe, which is somewhat in the area, but far enough to cause me to sweat a bit while walking there. Food was not heavenly, but it was definitely unique. I ordered Chicken Cordon Bleu, while my girlfriend ordered the Fish version. Both came with huge crispy fish/chicken with cheese and ham sandwiched in between. An interesting combination.
Later we went to Bras Barsah, or “Book Palace” as most locals lovingly call it, where I finally located a copy of “The Search” which I had been desperately trying to find for weeks. “The Search” is about how Google transformed our business and culture, and it is a particularly hard to find book. You can’t even find it on bit torrent. A friend of mine told me he borrowed his copy from Hwa Chong Institution’s Library. The National Library don’t carry that book. Hwa Chong Institution’s Library indeed is so good that you can find books that National Library don’t have. This line of thought gently reminded me of Anderson Junior College’s Library. It too contains books that National Library don’t have. Books that you can only find for sale at $1 at second hand book shops.
After that we went to National Library to look for some books and Dilbert comic. Then my girlfriend chanced upon a huge Mona Lisa book.
We flipped through the book and found some surprises.
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The paper reads:
Excuse me, are you saved???
If you were to die today, would be goto heaven?
YES / NOIf you are not sure or have chosen no, I have one real good news to share with you!
It is the greatest news you have ever heard!
Happily I flipped over the paper, anticipating news of miracle portions that could allow me to live forever and hence throw away the question of where I go after I die, I was blatantly shocked to discover:
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For no particular reason this reminded me of someone whom I know who recites “God, please help me spot a piece of nice cloth, amen.” whenever she goes into a apparel shop with no idea what to buy. Apparently, this works for her.
Some discussion on the pink slip here.
Too shocked to continue dwelling in the Library for the fear of more pink slips popping up around me or sticking themselves firmly to my forehead, me and my girlfriend exited the Library quickly and went to Sim Lim Square to hunt for the things I want to buy.
After that we went to Marina Bay, wipe our seat dry using some tissues and watch some china guy fishing while waiting for the fireworks to start.
We were indefinitely bored.
Certainly, questions like whether we get to go to heaven or hell don’t bother us, for we have quite a good view of the skyline from our vantage point.
Which strangely had some huge foreign object in it an hour later.
Damn, I don’t think I will be able to see all the gun powder and magnesium in all its glory now, so I looked around.
An illegal food vendor came. Too bad he don’t sell tissue papers. He only sold a few packs of food, after which he sad down on his bike and waited for the burning of magnesium too.
At this point of time I also want to praise Singapore for having such sturdy and strong bridge, unlike those in USA and China. I witnessed a load stress testing today.
Even boats were parked excitedly under the bridge waiting for the bridge to collapse so that they can start rescuing people and win rescue medals from the civil police.
Damn, I’m just kidding. Those boats carry important foreign tourists here to witness the burning for a few million Singapore dollars as well. They are certainly happy. It isn’t their own country’s currency that is burning.
People often say that family bonding is important. I see tonnes of parents coming with their children, only to occupy their children with snacks while they crane their neck anxiously toward the skyline waiting either for their neck to break or for magnesium to burn. Having a picnic is so much fun.
Finally, at 9.30, half an hour after the announced time, things start shooting in the sky and exploding in bright colours. Me and my girlfriend stood up from our seat, and just 5 seconds later a malay man stood on it. 2 minutes later I was shocked to discover an empty cup sitting on the seat I just sat on. A while later a Slurpee cup went flying over the railing into the sea thrown by a small kid under the command of a young mother.
During the Fireworks Festival, Singaporeans who were there to watch had their own little fireworks as well. A beautiful explosion of all kinds of rubbish all over. And the smoke given off by the burning magnesium was nothing compared to those exhaled through organic chimneys.
Singapore is SUCH a Green city.
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Loading ...(Sorry for the glaring grammatical and speling erors. I juz book out, two tired to blog porpoerly.)
Years ago when I was about to graduate from this particular prestigious secondary school with a horse sculpture near its field, I was treated to a tiny talk conducted by a company determined to sell its product. Newsweek.
We were told pretty much certainly that Newsweek would be helpful, if not compulsory for the 2 years in Junior College, and being very enthusiastic and studious students, many signed up. I declined the offer, despite being lured with the carrot of acquiring 2 General Paper books, GP Matters, and a complimentary issue of Newsweek as gift.
A few weeks later while I was in the midst of an exciting Counter-Strike game someone from the company phoned my house and asked me why I had not signed up for the magazine. She said that everyone from my secondary school already had, and I shouldn’t be missing out this wonderful GP study supplement. I asked her, “Are you sure?” and she said, “Yes I am.” Unwillingly to be the only student without a copy of Newsweek, I took on a 2 year subscription. I had to convinced my dad with all the convincing power I could master for him to fork out the 200+ dollars for the subscription.
Although Newsweek is, in my opinion a rather dry news magazine that concentrates heavily on American news that I wouldn’t die not knowing about, I faithfully read the first few issues that was given to me.
It was then when somebody at the company decided that I don’t deserve to be a male. I consider myself lucky as they at least know I am not already married, or an old widow.
After putting up with this for a few months, I decided to email them to insist upon my correct sexual identity. They made the change, and I was contented to be a male for a few weeks.
Then I became a MS again. This time I was so shocked that I had to grope my chest to ensure that those things did not start producing milk or something. Lucky it didn’t.
Too lazy to email them once more for a change, I decided to put up with being called a female. Afterall, Ms Tay Wei Kiat sounds kind of cool, right? Sounds perfectly like a female name!
Finally there was light at the end of the tunnel. My subscription was nearing the end and they sent me forms to fill of I were to extend the subscription. I decided not to. But since they did not tell me how to unsubscribe, I assumed the process is automatic, and I did nothing. And so they keep on sending me issues of the their holy magazines. And I never bothered to read their entirely American self-centered news.
Now I have like a few KG of unopened Newsweek in my room, and a life long subscription of Newsweek, and someone addressing me Ms Tay Wei Kiat every single week. Life is great.
In another story, I subscripted PC Mag from the very same company in March or April while I was just enlisted, and my magazine did not arrive until this tuesday, with a courier sticker instead of a stamp, a day after I email them demanding for my PC Mag.
Nice company. Great service. Poor on gender recognition. Lets see if they will give me free lifetime subscription of PC Mag as well.
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It is time to watch some middle aged man jump off from some helicopter and survive unscaled, and then wowing and oohing as if having just witness some miracle, much like holy people in the past. It is also time to witness some magnesium exploding in the sky and wasting kilowatts of battery power to capture those explosions.
… to small kids
It is time to wave that flimsy piece of painted cloth attached to a stick around happily at everyone, even if the person was just an overworked cleaner deployed for long hours due to National Day.
… to an overworked cleaner
Being waved at by loving kids.
… to students
Yay! Extra holiday!
… to teachers
Hmm… time to give more homework.
… to Wei Kiat
Another day of hiding at B2 of Esplanade car park, marshaling special vehicles, getting yelled at by angry drivers, spending for very long hours, and resting and eating at this well hidden place in B2 of the car park:
“Happy Birthday Singapore!” I managed to let out from my mouth because I collapse on my bed. My last thoughts before I fall asleep were, damn, I didn’t even get to watch the fireworks. Can’t see it from B2 of a car park, can I?
PS: To all who were made angry and frustrated by the long jam in the Esplanade car park earlier, it wasn’t our fault so stop scolding and yelling at us poor kids who just had to serve the NS. We were given wrong instruction that the blocked exit was opened, hence misdirecting tonnes of vehicles, leading to an even bigger jam. The need to juggle between handling civilian vehicles and also vehicles holding important foreign delegates (including someone from a particular country who refuse to alight upon arrive because he insisted on a grant welcome, when we don’t even have a tiny red towel, least a carpet, to spare) is too much to handle. I also thank many courteous and understanding of th public whom despite being made to wait in the jam for up to 30min, smile at us understandingly as they drove pass us.
(If I am not typing cohesively, it is because I couldn’t. I’m too tired.)
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And finally, Weikiat.net’s Funniest Animal Videos:
1) A puppy that doesn’t want its tail
2) Only 3 on the wheel at a time, ladies and gentlehams! Please stop the wheel to let the next passenger get on! Remember, only 3 hamsters on the wheel at any time!
3) Never say die. Die die must also get onto the wheel.
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