January 2010
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Je Suis Désolé
That is I’m Sorry in French.
I was kindly asked by a person who was very unfortunately caught in a curious case of misunderstanding to remove what I have written.
You know, it’s impossible to please everyone.
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A Teacher for an Evening
Today was my first time teaching a classroom of people how to use Photoshop, a popular image editing software created by Adobe. As simply as I could put it, it was an unforgettable and awesome experience.
A club which I have committed myself to as a sub-committee of the publicity and publication (PnP) department was conducting a Photoshop workshop this very evening. Notes were carefully crafted...
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Neighbourhood Tales
This is the short story of Lorong PJS 10/7B[1].
The street is where I spent most of my years in Malaysia in. I lived there since I was three, up till twelve when I left for Singapore, and I never fail to seize the chance to travel home, despite the ardous five-hour journey, whenever there’s a long weekend or a short vacation.
Afterall, that is where I grew up with. I will leave my...
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When You Enter an Elevator
… full of strangers, how do you feel and why?
That’s the question my communications tutor posed during the morning session today. Although she wanted us to explain our feelings in a rather scientific context, she told us to imagine the situation first - and get in touch with our inner senses.
What would I feel if I enter an elevator full of strangers?
On campus I rarely travel by...
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Hired as: 21st Birthday Photographer
Oh hello there! That’s me. The unconventional biologist-designer-blogger-writer-photographer hybrid. I scoffed at my choice of studying biological sciences for umpteen times since the very first day I stepped into university - why on earth, out of all courses, am I majoring in biological sciences? To complicate the current conflict, I am in the midst of considering for an internship with a...
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Passive Aggressiveness
I should have added a line going: “Your mama isn’t around so clean it up yourself.” That’ll be more like it - flinging insults at a person behind the safety veil of anonymousity without posing any risk to oneself, while injecting some (this is very subjective, I concede) humour in it.
Just in case you’re wondering, that message is directed to a subset of the toilet...
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Too Close for Comfort
The photo is simply a placeholder image taken from my photo archive - it has absolutely nothing to do with what I am about to write.
My friends and I were on the bus today night, heading out for dinner before a new, dreadfully long week begins. The bus was rather crowded when we boarded, and the only seats available were right at the back of the bus. Bregitt picked the window seat while Rick...
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Saturday: On Driving
I apologize for the late update - Saturday ended later than I expected and I ended up dragging my lethargic body back to the dorm at one in the morning. I have got this post in draft but I didn’t get the chance to post it, so here it is, on driving.
Mom phoned me a few days ago, reminding me that it is the time of the year to renew my driving license. After scraping a pass in a driving...
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A New Face
After spending four hours working my CSS and XHTML magic, I’m proud to present the new layout for Soliloguy. It’s actually a heavily modified version of the original Colour Shades theme, with a touch of my current site design at teddy-risation™. The typography has been modified slightly for presentation reasons, so as the colours. I ditched the tiered colour functionality because I...
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In the Name of Science
Lab mouse. Photo by viridovipera on Flickr.
In the name of science and with great sadness, we sacrificed an albino lab mice during immunology lab today.
They call it consequentialism - in layman’s terms, the end justifies the mean. With the unfortunate scarification and the subsequent dissection of one mice, our tutor taught twenty odd of us how one is carried out. At least, we...
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Nincom-'poop'
I was in the midst of my daily ritual of cleaning my retainers in the communal restroom when I was hit by a sharp, pungent, putrid smell.
Perhaps it was my tongue acting up again, I thought. I half-heartedly scrapped my tongue and took a breath-odor test. The smell lingered.
Now what on earth did I have yesterday night?! I quickly combed through my memories of the night before and clearly...
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It's a Saccharine Life
Or at least that is what I choose to believe in.
Today I had a really hard time dragging myself out of bed. I dread to rise early in the morning, even when the personal definition of early is that when the late morning sun is yet to heat the room up to unbearable levels. The humid weather of Singapore didn’t help to keep the morning heat out - it only made it worse.
A solid, nine hours...
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Detached Silence
Whoops! I let out a muted scream when I was drying my laundry, my ears plugged into the imaginary world of lyrics and melodies. Apparently, I accidentally jolted the base of the earphone when I was sleeping over at the chalet the night before, and that spelled the demise of this little bugger.
The right channel went dead.
But it wasn’t the end of it. A few weeks before I nearly snapped...
