Sooner or later... BOOMZ

Miss Singapore/World 2009 needs no one to introduce her. I am going to unleash her to my readers and let her tell you about herself on Youtube.



Notwithstanding her zip-bra preens and how her red bigini goes boomz when she feels the need to be naughty, Miss Low was a bad hat.

According to the local tabloids, Miss Low was found guilty of credit card fraud in May; she was convicted of five charges of misappropriation, cheating using illegally obtained credit cards, and impersonating their users' identifies, and sentenced to 24 months of supervised probation. It went on to say that "it is unclear if Ms Low, crowned Miss Singapore World on July 31, will be able to leave Singapore to take part in the Miss World pageant to be held in Johannesburg in December, for which she will need court permission."

I think the zip-bras in Johannesburg will miss her if she isn't there. And Simba too. And how would one get light in the safari without Miss Low going BOOMZ?

Quasi big balls

Tackled the tree top walk today with a PE teacher friend. Here are some facts and true occurrences.

1. We walked a total of 7.6 km, mainly on forest trek, for a 250 m tree top suspension bridge walk. We've decided that a huge amount of persuasion will be required to get us to go there again. For example, a new car park built along the road at about the 2.5 km mark of the trail could be a start.

2. There is a free public carpark for trail visitors so you can park your cars at the start point and then walk your way in. And perhaps have a couple of water coolers and a small toilet/changing room at the car park. The water source and changing room will be well appreciated.

3. Signages at some of the points could be clearer and more pronunced. We had to make a few guesses along the way. And good for me, my sense of direction, even in the forest, served me well.

4. National Parks should consider a one-way hourly bus ride out from the start of the trails to the car park. Folks with jelly legs after traversing the roof top walk would really appreciate the gesture.

5. There is a steep tarmac-ed part of the trail which precedes the tree top walk. Wow, that was a prelude to jello your legs before your fear of heights do you in on the one-man wide suspension bridge.

Personally:

6, I got abrasions on my palms twisting dry my little towel, which was frequently soaked wet with my sweat. If I don't wring it dry, I can't get it to clean any more sweat off me.

7. My inner thighs are abraded. Man, they hurt when I walk and I had to work around the pain by walking somewhat bow-legged. Thereby, the title of this post.

Perhaps there was too much anticipation and too much expectation from the two of us at the onset of the trip. In the end, we had some sun (fortunately much less than feared) and too much walking. The walk wasn't all that fun, cos there were many up and down slopes and the need to retrace our steps back to the starting point dragged out the experience. The lack of anything really fresh on the way out added to the boredom of the walk.

Durian, rambutan, and jackfruit trees were fruiting like crazy. There were monkeys, squirrels, birds, butterflies, moths, salamanders, and whatever else saw us but we may not have seen them. There were surprisingly few, or no, mosquitoes and bugs.

For people undaunted still, my advice would be as follows:

1. Bring a towel for wiping sweat, especially if you perspire a lot.

2. Dry fit or no go. My dry fit shirt was fine but my cotton bermudas were so laden with sweat midway into the journey, I couldn't wait to get out of them.

3. Bring clothes to change out after the trip. Toilet and changing room or not, you'll appreciate this.

4. Forget the camera or any bags. If you can, travel light.

5. You'll reach the Ranger Station twice (and man, would I love a posting there! One of the guys there had an autographed Timberland boot. Hot!) and each time, use the facilities. Drink some water the first time around and drink up as much as you need before you make your way out. You tend to lose more water out than in, especially if you visit in the morning. The sun simply gets hotter and you sweat more.

6. Don't eat or drink on your walk. The monkeys we saw were observing us for food. I think they are still rather reliant on human offerings (it's illegal to feed them), especially during meal times.

7. Keep an eye for freshly dropped durians. You might just get a free fruit.

Have fun!

Run and hide!

I can't believe it. I am looking forward to tackling the MacRitchie tree top walk tomorrow.

Watch out, you green trees! This lard lump from Pasir Ris is coming over to trample on you.

Of course, I'm choosing the wimp option. I'm going to take the short cut to the tree top walk. I'll park at Venus Drive and then do the 7 km round trip. Doing a round trip beginning MacRitchie car park will require more than 10 km of walking.

I am not so sure I'm going to make my foot masseurs work that hard on Friday.

Tree top walk, here I come!

Rubbish Rushes in to Fill a Vacuum

Lost Generation by Jonathan Reed

I am part of a lost generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within.”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy.”
So in 30 years I will tell my children
they are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
work
is more important than
family
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
but this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.

And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it .

Read the message, then read it again in reverse.

Which generation do you belong in?

---@---@---

Guess what? As I arrived at work, I saw the lost generation. The latecomers, the stragglers, the lost souls, the headless ghosts, the useless bums, the lazy bones... And there were all made to stand outside the office while the rest went through the passage.

Me? I am part of a lost generation. I will tell you that money will make me happy. More money will make me more happy. Ok, bad English. Still, you get the point.

Happiness comes from within. It can't come from anywhere else. I don't laugh or gloat at others' misery. But having money can make me happy.

I am part of a lost generation. Despite me telling my employers that they are not the most important things in my life, I can't stop working. Because I need money. Remember, money will make me happy.

My family is more important than my work. But they will have to take a back seat. Don't forget, money will make me happy. And money makes them happy too.

I don't believe in spending money to be divorced in 30 years. I can't afford that. So I won't marry and won't have children. This way, my money is all for I, me and myself. And money will make me happy.

Environmental destruction is part of nature. Global warming has to do with the less than perfectly circular orbit of the earth. The hell I care about spending any of my hard earned money on environmentally friendly nonsense. Why should I pay others money and make them happy? I should amass my wealth. After all, money will make me happy. Perhaps I should want to be buried in a dollar bill mache coffin. To be buried in money will make me happy.

I am not apathetic and lethargic; watch my energy levels as I throw myself at money. I already know there is no hope (for the hopeless others). Might as well now work towards getting them to bequeath me their money...

All together now: Money will make me happy.

Hypocrisy Hour

Oh, the BLASPHEMY!

So I was right all along.

Advertise your hypocrisy.

Show off your crocodile tears.

Celebrate in mere symbolism.

Save one lamp hour to spend it in other ways. Charge your cameras! Take pictures. Upload to your computer and share with the world. People will come and visit and look at your pictures. Choke the bandwidth. See our collective sympathy for our own misdeeds.

What a sick and cruel joke to play on Mother Earth.

Overheard - WARNING: RISQUE CONTENT!

There was this loudmouthed guy on the bus today complaining about his encounter with another guy who is straight but would pretend to be bisexual to make money off gays.

And then he went on to complain at the top of his voice why he wasn't happy being thought of as someone who would betray himself just to earn money. His example was quite hilarious.

You give a chao Ah Beng $500 and ask him to go f**k ass. If he is low class and he is straight, he will f**k the gay's ass because $500 is a lot of money. If he is high class, he will tell you to keep the money and play with yourself.

So is he trying to compare himself with a poorly educated lout?

Then he bitched big time repeatedly about how he did not like being thought of as someone (who would do it with another guy) for them money.

Not only was the talk overly lewd for the passengers, the way he spoke made many of us want to turn back to look at the speaker.

I managed to take a glimpse of him as I alighted. OMG! If I were a straight woman in need of some gratification, I'd most likely need to be knocked out first before I would end up with a male pros like him. I think if anyone would think he was saleable (to men or women, regardless), it's already flattering him. Who'd want to be caught dead with something like him?

6% or Blisters

The new Ikea shelves arrived on Saturday.

Being spatially spastic, diagrammatically dysfunctional, dexterity disinclined, and work tool-totalled, I paid the delivery guys to build up two of the 2 metre bookshelves that I've ordered. The third shelf is already assembled, as it is an AS-IS item with a corner chipped off. But there is a good amount of money chipped off. As the damage is not structural, buying it is not too much an issue.

The cost of erecting each item is 6% of the item's cost. This is not too much money but sometimes, it is not just money.

I've also bough 6 doors for my two shelves. Being (more) fickle (than a bee in a field of flowers in bloom), I decided that it might not be sensible to get the delivery folks to do the door assembly. After all, I might want the configuration that I specified and have to end up reassembling them. And worse, since the delivery guys depend on hand held drills, the screws they put in tend to wear down the wood quite a bit. It is somewhat different when you do it manually. Perhaps it is the lesser strength used and the lower speed of entry. The wood does not get worn away that quickly and certainly, removal and reassembly are possible.

There were another 6 doors that were to be put up for the existing shelves. (And for good measure, we took down the existent doors on the two shelves we already have and changed the opening direction. Worse! At the end of the day, we bought another 2 doors for a third shelf.)

So, by the time the third door was up, I have a large blister on my right middle finger and by the fifth door, the handle of the screwdriver was wet. I've bust the bubble. And I was faced with the unsavoury prospect of finishing the doors or keeping it to another day. Somehow, another day is often no other day. So I grinned and bore it and the doors were done! Don't ask me what hit me, but I did. I even managed to assemble two drawers, which I never thought I could.

With the additional strain on the other fingers and thumb and the bust blister, there was much pain each time I touch water. Sigh. What a way to get things done. Paid the money and got the blisters. The worst of both worlds!

Ramblings

Without dismissing the tragic nature of Benazir Bhutto's assassination, I was surprised to read that she was killed when her head knocked into the sunroof lever while dodging bullets. She was not hit by any bullet or shrapnel. Another source claimed, however, that she was shot in the neck and abdomen.

Apparently, she "could not resist standing up and waving to her supporters through the sun roof". Now I wonder if vanity or shrapnel did her in.