A True New Yorker?

I was a victim of petty larceny on Wednesday, September 8, 2010. It took place in the school's lobby, right in front of the security guards, behind the key card access. I am suay3 beyond belief. Who gets robbed in school, in the lobby, by another student, at a place without a security camera. (why is there no security camera in the lobby!?!?)

Brilliant.

Of course, as with everything else in life, it is also partially my fault. Darn carelessness and stupidity and letting your guard down in school and trusting the kindness of human nature. I forgot that I was in New York.

Anyway, probability states that it is very rare for someone to be 'robbed' twice. I hope this will be my one and only robbery incident in New York.

I'm going to be in New York for 4 years. Does that make me true New Yorker?

- Been 'kiap4' by subway train

- Harassed by madmen (too many times)

- Proposition to by taxi drivers, bus drivers

- Random dirty tissue flew in my face (same day as the larceny)

- Hit by mystery water from above (too many times)

- Random guy grabbed my arm and said: I have something to tell you

- Steered a NYC ferry around Manhattan (with a pervy captain, urgh)

- Cursed at by strangers (too many times)

- Shouted at for being in the middle of the intersection by a cop (yes, this is my fault)

- Scolded by waitress for not tipping enough

- Jumping the subway turnstiles (darn subway machine is not working)

Leonard and Lula

Rants at corporate slaves pics

I do not like people who enjoy being corporate slaves. I find it rather ridiculous (and annoying) when people put up facebook profile pictures of themselves in professional work attire (ie one person looking professional / act cheem).

But then again, I find lots of things annoying.. If Jake Gyllenhaal does it, I probably wouldn't mind. ^_^

My Whale Friend

from Sherman's Lagoon Aug 22, 2010

My Whale Friend

Darn humans

I'm just following the story about the NYC mosque near the 9-11 site. It never fails to amaze me how people can have extremely strong opinions about things that they do not fully comprehend / have all the facts.

It seems that many people refuse to think or question or ponder. They just want to accept what their friends, family and neighbours believe and take it as the absolute truth.

What is the point of education if you will always believe what others expect you to believe?

Hello, Again～昔からある場所～

Through other's lens

New favourite person

I just met my baby niece today. If you want to be precise about it, she is not my niece as she is my cousin's kid... But whatever. She is two and super cute. And somehow reminded me of myself. She likes to play around with and jump on fluffy pillows.

Anyway, she refused to call me ah yee (auntie) even after being directly by her grandma. Instead she said jie jie (sister). So so happy with her!! Means I look too young to be an ah yee!!

Okay, this might seem like a really small thing. But it is not!! Why? Cos some time back, one rather annoying person demanded that her kid call me auntie!! I looked appalled.. and she went: you are auntie already, jie jie is for younger girls or something of that sort. Take note this is a few years back and I was much younger and that said person was much older (30+). SUPER ANNOYED WITH THAT PERSON (not the kid). I decided that since she is all old and frumpy, she MUST drag other less frumpy people down to her level. That person is on my list of least preferred things.

Anyway, my baby niece rocks. That said person is still as frumpy as ever. When I have a kid, I am not going make my baby call young people ah yee. Come on, it is about respecting other's youth. Give them a chance to be young. It doesn't mean that if your youth sucks, other people need to suffer with you too. (That is why I don't get why mother in laws who have it bad are abusive to their daughter in laws. Shouldn't they be more kind and understanding since they have been through the same shit? Okay.. watching too much tv...)

Okay, yeah to my niece. I need to go do more good karma things so I won't end up looking frumpy.

6 Years Abroad

Well, for better or worse, I have been living in a foreign land for 6 years. It will probably be a good 10 years before I return (if I can successful return that is).

I always like to think that it is those back at home who have changed. My 6 years abroad was but a sojourn. To me I am still the same; it is my friends who have moved on in life. They have gathered more friends, new spouses, fancy careers. They have experiences in which I play no role. It's like I am that same 18 year old staring at a tape on fast forward. The scene plays and I watch.

But this is probably not true, I might be staring at the tape, but I am running alongside too. On another film roll, leading a vastly different life. In fact, my recent facebook stalking just 'scared the shit out of me'. I saw something that reminded me of how conservative people (as in people I know) are. Such facts shouldn't be all that disturbing to me, since I knew for many many years that these people were that conservative. Perhaps it is my own reaction that startled me. The innate revulsion and the immediate judgment I placed upon those who are in that category. I am sure that the 18 year old me would not jump to such conclusions. What has 6 years of overpriced education (specifically on human behavior) done to me? Have I lost the capacity to accept certain categories of people? Anything mildly anti intellectualism (okay, granted, most things are HIGHLY, not mildly anti intellectual) is extremely aversive and I recoil in horror as if being zapped by a Pavlovian electric prod. I am worried about my own stereotypic judgments (+ I probably should worry about my soul) for I am unable to reconcile the fact that I am fond of them as people, but find it hard to imagine being friends with people like that (let's just assume that I place a crazily high value on friendship). I don't not like them, I simply find it hard to be close to them, or want to share my values or my life with them (probably highly disapproved). Blah blah, you get the point.

Urgh. Maybe I am finally understanding this you-are-not-one-of-us-barrier (the guy wrote Letter to a Christian Girlfriend) that I have experienced one time too many (especially from Singaporeans, even abroad. darn). Maybe I should activate this same YANOFU-barrier towards such people when I am the target of YANOFU. Fight YANOFU with YANOFU. Haha, I think I shall call the barrier on my side, YANQE!: You-are-not-questioning-enough! (I wanted to use YANTE, but that might be rude....) I think most people have some ability to learn, but lots refuse to question or even want to hear the answer.

Willful blindness it is. Provide me with evidence and I will sway your way in an instant. 6 years abroad, I have learnt to ask even more questions. I have no answers for the bigger questions in life. My film tape of life has rolled on in a different direction. So different, it might never get to be on the same pace of those tapes of theirs.

My alter ego

from Calvin and Hobbes June 13, 2010.

Atas defined

I was having a conversation with an atas level 5, district 10 friend of mine and I came up with a robust system to define atas-ness. The word is being thrown around and used without a well articulated definition. So here I am, going to try to nail down its collective meaning.

There are 3 components of being atas:

1) Money

2) Education

3) Lineage

These components are necessary but not sufficient. You need all 3 to be truly atas.

To start, you need money. It can be your own money, your family's money or your significant other's money. But it has to be money that you have ready access to and can get without begging. Hence, you can be a jobless bum and still be atas if you have a well endowed trust fund at your disposal.

Education! Well, you have to have a reasonable amount of education to be atas. That rich ah beng who runs a famous hokkien mee store is NOT atas (unless he was educated in Oxford...). I guess education is always relative. The ivy leaguers think anything non ivy is second rated. The medical/law students think everyone else is third world. But you get the point, I shall not comment on where I think the line should be drawn for fear I would be classified as a snotty elitist brat.

And lastly, lineage. People always talk about the greatness of Singapore's meritocracy and the infinite possibilities of the American dream. I say BLEAH to them! Yes, yes, I think meritocracy is great, else I would probably be some salesgirl in Metro trying to see cosmetics. Urgh. *shudders* But the fact is, who your parents are matter! If they are atas and successful people, the battle in life is already half won! (provided you are on good terms with your parents) This could be particularly prevalent in certain more traditional nations, but I still see it at work in the new world.

In Singapore, it might be slightly different, in my conversation with my atas friend, I decided that school lineage is crucial to be considered atas. I mean, I finished high school like a million years ago and people are still asking me where I went to school in Singapore! I mean, people still use schools (secondary, jc) to label and classify people! Ha! I blame the emphasis on grades and academic performance. For a large chunk of people end up in NUS, but not that many attended the Raffles schools.

On that note, it is also crucial to note whether someone is a pure blood, half blood, muggle born (this is obviously Harry Potter inspired). If your parents attended atas schools/are atas people, you are a pure blood; if your parents are LC (low class)/are atas level 0 and below, you are a muggle born; and if your parents are somewhere in the middle, you are a half blood.

There you have it, a rather comprehensive definition of atas-ness. So rate yourself from atas level 0 to level 10. Give yourself a boost in the atas hierarchy if you find yourself gaining a new degree, earning more $, marrying rich or uncovering some fancy atas lineage.

Cheers to a life of continuous atas pursuits!

Food: The Five Second Rule

from http://blogs.sfweekly.com/foodie/2010/01/you_dropped_food_on_the_floor.php

This is hilarious (to me).

BAs of the world unite

I think lots of people forget how it is like to be young.

I remember when I was 14 or so, I (and perhaps another friend) coined the term BA. It stands for Brainless Adult. It is specifically modelled after this one particular teacher. She is nice and not particularly outstanding. She thought W and I were lesbians (that is another story)... To us, she is just so out of touch with youth, caught up with her adult life, seeking typical adult things (have not yet figured out what this is). Just the essence of anti-youth, being so grown up and reasonable (in an adult sense). Just not frivolous. Mind you, she wasn't that old, she was just in her mid-late 20s.

After a few years (~4 years), I met her again. This time as a colleague when I was working as a substitute teacher after JC. By then, she had a baby and seemed rather content with her lot. I was somewhat less appalled with her BA-ness, but still didn't want to become anything that moderately resembled her.

Back when I was 14, I remembered having conversations about never becoming BAs. Alas, along the way, many of us have evolved. Even me. At times, I catch myself doing BA-like things like mentally channelling "tsk tsk" at rowdy young(er) people.

Just recently, people from work (PFW) exclaimed that youth is wasted on the young, specially directed at me. Well, I am not that young as compared to my 14 year old self but the PFW are really not THAT much older (~10 years). They are just BAs. Perhaps BAs forgot about their younger days or didn't enjoy life when they were young. Hence, the disregard for youth and the constant attempts to try to turn people into BAs (trying to make me feel bad about being young(er) does not make me want to be BA-mature).

The more I talk to BAs, the less I want to be like them. Why should I try to look suitably old and mature when I have the rest of my life to do that? Easy to look old, crazily hard and expensive to look young.

How to identify a BA:

- People who don't find joy in little things (things that make children happy)

- They try to convert others into becoming BAs

- You can have adult conversations with them

- They do sensible things (clothes, shoes, hair, conversations) all the time

- They don't really smile

- They are the people your parents want you to be

- Disapproving of anything non sensible or fun or frivolous

Granted, I am weirder than normal and rather un-BA-like for people my age. But there are lots of BAs out there, all seeking to make the world BA-ish and sensible.

World's largest beaver dam on Google Maps + random subway observation

Okay, instead of studying, I was busy tracking down the world's largest beaver dam. -_-! Ah.. the joys of procrastinating.

Anyway, I found it on Google Maps... and here is the location (near Lake Claire in Wood Buffalo National Park in Canada)!!! Wood Buffalo National Park can be located using google maps. Click on screen shot to enlarge.

Doesn't look like a beaver anything... Just some plants and mush, but what do I know.

Oh, I was on the subway today and noticed a lady sitting across me. I told myself that she looked rather Singapore (if there is actually a thing such as a Singaporean look), and then dismissed the thought. There are sooo many different types of Asian looking people, she could be Chinese, Korean etc etc.

Then I heard her speak to her friend!!! DARN!!! -> Singaporean accent. -_-|||. Her friend also looked rather Singaporean.. He was holding some NYC guide book.. Probably the 1000X Singaporeans who love love love travelling and find NYC really cool. *raises eyebrows* (disclaimer: I am not saying that NYC is not cool...)

Okay, the point is that there is a Singaporean look!! I just can't articulate it. The casual hairstyle? Singaporean looking features? I don't know. Maybe everyone with ancestors in South China look similar or have Singaporeans been inbreeding too much?

Fluffy (+ greedy) dog

My far too vivid imagination

This is at once funny and gruesome.

About an eel stuck up a drunk man's rectum, killing him about gnawing at his intestines.. The picture doesn't help.

http://www.practicalfishkeeping.co.uk/content.php?sid=2778

Eels are extremely strong and violent... I know, I caught one in the hudson river not too long ago. Summer is coming, I want to go fishing and maybe play some ultimate frisbee.

Eh... I am surprised you are single...

Saw this on someone's facebook (wall photos)... Self uploaded. Such things make me appreciate OF. The bar is set rather low at times.

My sense of humour

Bucket of Chicken Love

Today, I went to KFC and bought a bucket of chicken. As I walked home, I became convinced that people gave me weird looks thinking that I am one of those tragic single women who drown their sorrows in a bucket of chicken / tub of ice cream. FML.

This can totally be a FML entry except for the fact that didn't feel sorry for myself. Pretty happy with the chicken... or is that what pathetic women tell themselves?