Tuesday, February 28, 2006

I've got you under my skin

CNET News.com: Chips that really get under your skin

Everyday is a holiday with you

By Esthero

I met him on sunday
I loved him by tuesday afternoon.
Woke up on friday
And changed my whole life to make some room.
Around a quarter to two I have remembered all my lines
I'll say "When I think of you, You're like my favourite song... or that melody, that melody I love"
And it goes: La da da da da..da da da

Hopped on the metro and I make my way home
but I can't get him out of my mind
No matter just how hard I try
And if the rumours are true
then I can look forward to some better days and getaways..... so nice
Cause when I am with you
You're the crescendo to that melody that melody I love

We'll have better days and getaways cause everyday is a holiday with you

You've gotta let me know
I gotta know for sure
Don't leave me out in the cold
I've gotta know for sure

When I think of you
I see better days and getaways cause everyday is a holiday with you.

Not another medical drama, you say?

Hardly qualified to critique since I'm not a regular follower - TV's on but I'm not watching, yeah I do tt - but I managed to catch the finale.

Tonight's takeaway: You're better off letting secrets in the open.

Really now? I heard someone go.

What I like about the show: You've got a bit of everything, from fumbly wannabe doctors to medical adrenaline to restrained romance. My favourite character? George, the lovable loser. The rest? Izzie's beautiful but too self-righteous, Meredith's insecure, and Cristina's too angsty.

Review off CNN.com:
Bedside manner assumes a whole new meaning on ABC's doctor dramedy "Grey's Anatomy" -- what with interns babysitting severed penises, elevators doubling as boudoirs, syphilis running rampant among the staff, and the whole series opening with a crucial one-night stand.

Add narration that's more Carrie Bradshaw than Baudelaire ("By the time the pain of not doing a thing gets worse than the fear of doing it, it can feel like ... a giant tumor") and you've got "Sex and the City" for the stethoscope set. (Patrick Dempsey's Dr. McDreamy may as well be code for Mr. Big.)

The always-awed Meredith Grey (Renee Zellweger doppelganger Ellen Pompeo) and a stock supporting cast-asexual lug, callous cad, blond bombshell, and nakedly ambitious go-getter (Golden Globe winner Sandra Oh) -- beguilingly bear the panic and pitfalls of the surgical intern experience.

Even with outrageous cases typical of every prime-time hospital series (a guy shoots seven nails into his head, a tumor tops 50 pounds), "Season One" manages, with snark and sex appeal, to save itself from wonky patient-of-the-week sentimentality (sorry, "ER").

EW Grade: B+

Sun King

Jonathan Schwartz has this to say:

The antiquated 1950s view of business is the boss walking around trying to squeeze every last bit of work out of employees, worried they are ordering Christmas presents online. I actually worry about the opposite, getting my people to take all their vacation time. We have a system that notifies me when someone is about to lose vacation days because they haven't taken them in time. Every one of my direct reports is in danger.

Saturday, February 25, 2006


Gorillaz, the Virtual Band

After I saw Jason's posted clip of Gorillaz's Dare MTV, did some research - here, read more about this fascinating group at Wikipedia.

Love & Let Love

After tutoring my cousin this morning - yes, I've started tuition again but thankfully teaching family's quite rewarding and it's also a relative breeze because it's just Elementary Maths or affectionately known as E-Maths plus kids are always such a joy.

I digress, so I tagged along with my aunt's family for lunch. Over teochew porridge and kopi, I asked my aunt whether my dad had borrowed money from her - a redundant question because I already knew the answer - and told her pointedly tt I would repay her.

The conversation dovetailed into one about my dad, financial implications of buying a HDB flat, car prices as well as moonlighting alternatives, enlightening me most of all, on human perception.

Suffice it to say tt it's left me in a both ponderous and a burdened mood.

My resigned conclusion cum steady parry: harbouring deep-rooted resentment will only tear down the resenter; instead live and let live, love and let love.

Thursday, February 23, 2006


And so ended another office retreat held over 2 days amidst much fun & food. Never ask though what was achieved because tt question is simply counter-productive.

1 year, 3 months and still counting...

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Too many (wanna-be) biathletes

To my utter disappointment, registration for SG Biathlon Men's Open is closed.

Still keeping my fingers crossed.

P.S. I better stop the boy-boy pics lest ppl interpret as paedophilic inclinations.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Accomplished & Satisfied

12MN - Went to bed. Occurs to me again tt something untoward might happen during the race. I pray for protection and good weather. Woke up in middle of night to numb arm - was sleeping on it. Oh, go to sleep, Ed, at least you didn't wet your bed. HMPH.

6.50am - Alarm went off, laid in bed for 1min psyching myself. Gotta get up. Gotta get up. Ok now, get up. Now. Er, now! Dad's already up, asks me if I want boiled egg. I groggily wave no as I shuffle towards the toilet.

7.20am - Breakfast of half an apple (leftover), 2 small banana's, 2 slices of bread and 1 cup of milk tea. Tummy still feels slightly off. Mom nagging dad about something.

7.52am - Hitching lift from parents who are rushing to church. Dad chiding mom for taking too long to change.

8.30am - Reach HarbourFront MRT, notice other guys who are obviously heading for the same race.

9.05am - Alighting, we realize earlier race waves have already started when I see people running out of Tanjong Beach with the trademark athlete number drawn on arm.

9.10am - I'm here! Where's the blasted registration booth?? Wander around booths till I'm greeted by (18yo?) girl with sweet voice who helps me put on my security number tag and directs me to do my body-marking where 2 girls pull out huge permanent markers. Barely 10seconds in, girl-on-left giggles as she realizes she's written the wrong number - again, she says. I blurt, "Er, make tt into a dragon and just write the correct number below."

9.40am - Changed & stretched. Now sitting on beach amidst other participants, all waiting for respective waves. Horn blares loudly. I observe the participants dashing into the water. Hear people talking about a delay, a quick check with the timers sitting under an umbrella reveals a 20min delay. HMPH. Sun's too hot, shucks, forgot sunblock. Notice others cheering friends on. Nope, not feeling lonely, just alone. Horn practically farts briefly to start next women-only wave - either organizers are cost-cutting or the guy sounding horn is sexist.

10.05am Preceding wave's off, time for warm-up! Enter cold, murky water to put on yellow swimcap and did a short lap, confirming tt one can't see beyond 1m. An old fellow with white hair briefs us at the starting line, "If you see someone next to you in trouble, please don't hesitate to help him." Standing in 3rd row, I'm anxious to start. Looking around me, I spot swimming trunks of different brands, the occasional tattoo, and an ang moh in a swimsuit.

10.10am - Horn sounds weakly again but we're no less eager, racing into the water. Spend first 30m avoiding adjacent swimmers, next 100m finding my rhythm.

Reaching the turning point, I'm surprised I find strength to dash up the beach. I quickly glance to see literally a sea of bobbing yellow heads. Back into the water. Swimmers more spread out now. Realize I have trouble swimming straight. Last 200m feels like forever.

Back on solid ground, zip into transition area to change. 1min later, am pounding asphalt at a hard pace. They didn't call it the Sprint category for nothing and I find myself overtaking others before me, though slowing down occasionally before spurting faster again. 1km in and I'm already wishing for the end-point. Man, where is it??

Finally, I spy the finishing line ahead and begin speeding up to it. Crossing it, I read a timing of 1h51m - can't be mine though. Peeling off the champion chip off my ankle, I struggle to catch my breath. But alive, I feel.

After cooling down, I do a time check: 11.10am. Send off an sms of assurance to dad: "Safe and sound, a race well-run." His reply: "Ok thanks, praise God."

Glad I finally did it. Up next, Singapore Biathlon! Woohoo!

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Pre-race Anxiety

Perhaps a light run before a late dinner wasn't such a good idea. Suffice to say tt my tummy feels a lot lighter now.

Tomorrow's the big day and at Tanjong Beach I will be! Crowding and elbowing with hundreds of other sweaty bare bods *somebody say eewl*

Both apprehensive and excited I am! Turning in early but surprisingly am tired enough already.

Friday, February 17, 2006

My M1/SingTel Burden?

Did you get a CNY greeting a while ago and got charged $1 for it?

Read Tomorrow.sg: Consumer Alert! M1/Singtel Subscribers may be victims of fraudulent charges

Wednesday, February 15, 2006


"She knew, though Edmund did not, that this was enchanted Turkish Delight and that anyone who had once tasted it would want more and more of it, and would even, if they were allowed, go on eating it till they killed themselves." (p.33 of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe)

We all have a Turkish Delight in our life, what's yours?

A little excitement in boring SG

Tomorrow.sg: *NEWS FLASH* Hunt for gunman is on in Singapore!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

For 1 only

Oh alright, enough with the V Day dissing already. Lest people think I'm a sour, dour prematurely-resigned bachelor.

Seriously, being asked repeatedly about my evening plans and seeing people walking around with flower bouquets in hand ain't a great feeling. Even mom's been dropping hints (she remarked how Diana Ser must make a good wife).

Life as a singleton should be great, no? No commitments, no bickering, eating and thinking for 1 only... Yet I know part of me yearns to be in love. Let's just hope tt this forlorn wistfulness won't last beyond tonight.

When women see people looking at them, I wonder what passes through their minds. Is it hope? A heightened sense of self? Feigned disinterest?

No point fathoming them, here's a toast to singlehood in all its glory.




Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes
And make them fit
Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt
And make it clean, clean
Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul
And make it sing

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I'm waiting for the dawn

Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don't make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I'm waiting for the dawn

Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up
The sun is coming up on the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, tell me now
Why the dark before the dawn?

Take this city
A city should be shining on a hill
Take this city
If it be your will
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart
And make it break

Monday, February 13, 2006

Theological Sparring

Read these posts from wooQ:

Refutation of City Harvest's "Divine Healing" Article

Commentor: "I have absolutely no doubt Kong Hee is a 'dynamic' leader who knows how to motivate his audience. But so was Adolf Hitler, who was highly effective at speaking in front of large crowds. Portraying a 'dynamic' personality in no way validate the truthfulness of the leader’s teachings."

A Response to Daniel (Pst Audrey's Zone) regarding the Word-Faith Movement

"To be 'deep in theology' is to revere the Word of God. I do not see how any practicing Christian could despise the Scriptures when it is plain that the Word of God is meant to guide our lives."

My take: In-fighting don't bring no glory to Him.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Sara Lee, xie xie ni

Celebrated my dad's 53rd birthday with zi char at AMK and a Sara Lee coffee pound cake. Simple but definitely heartfelt. After snuffing the lone candle, we prayed for each other - we're believing for health, wealth and fulfilled purpose this year. So much has passed, but so much has yet to come to pass. May this year be bountifully fruitful for the House of Ng.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Previous Hornie Life

Watching ACSWO in Concert reminded me of my horn-tooting days. Enjoyable concert with easy-going fare. A senior who was playing commented tt he felt like a paedophile - the average age must have been like 17 or 18, complete with giggly squeals/girly screams/united shouts for encoresss during interval and at the end.

Amidst the rousing crescendos in the highly emotive Turandot, I did consider picking up the horn again. In fact, an old boy cum varsity trombonist did ask me to revive this previous life.

But I've more or less decided that that life is over and done with and I've emerged infinitely enriched, musically and otherwise.

T'was great catching up with old friends. Seeing Dr Lee and my seniors by 3yrs up on stage conjured a curious sense of nostalgia; after 6 fond yesteryears, here they are, back on stage (and here we are, bitching in the audience). Guess that's what alumni is about. And to quote Ms Sng, "Truly it's by the grace of God..."

i lerp u

During last night dinner conversation about other halves and growing old alone, V asked me whether I've found myself a gf from church. Shrugged and said tt I haven't met anyone.

Truth is I haven't been looking. Perhaps like D, I oughta pull up my socks and be more proactive. After all, 'tis the season to be romantic amidst wanton commercialization and blind consumerism - fancy statement huh? Admittedly, thoughts of dating some of the gals around me strayed in...


As I read in today's papers about romantic spots in our little island, oddly I found myself imagining how I would propose to my desired wife and whether I'd be hen-pecked like some other guys.

Lost tt train of thought as I flipped over to LKY's take on how he would take on the PAP if he were the opposition.

To G & V: If you're reading this, happy birthday, gals :)

Life is more important

Cathedral of Brasília
in Brazil

Oscar Niemeyer: Life is more important than architecture.

Ironic statement by this famous Brazilian architect.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Of Patents & Standards

HBS article: Sorting Out the Patent Craze

"Some companies patent anything that moves to block innovation by competitors. But what does this mean for standard setting organizations? Professor Josh Lerner explains the challenges facing SSOs in this HBS Working Knowledge Q&A."

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Sunday Out

Had an awesome session of praise & worship with Delirious?. Couldn't help but weep as I felt Him doing a work of renewal in me. Having been feeling discouraged as progress isn't happening in my life yet. But believe tt my vision will come to pass this year!

For He has put a new song in my mouth-- Praise to our God; Many will see it and fear, And will trust in the Lord. (Psalms 40:3)

After a brief chillout session with G, Val, Ray, dW, KM & Creamer (KM's dog), accompanied parents to their church gathering. T'was a great night of looftop family fun, perched way up on the 32th floor of a condo overlooking ECP - great view of the cityscape framed by the setting sun.

Used to think tt my dad's church was one for mandarin-speaking old foggies, but I had my mind renewed when I saw their members - including grown men who have kids - having such pure fun letting their hair down, behaving like hyperactive kids themselves and freely praising God.

Such abundant joy! Guess that's the beauty about family churches - everyone knows everyone and there is absolutely no awdwardness, even among teenagers who were present.

The night ended with a series of inspiring and moving testimonies by several of the members about various cases of His blessings. Once again, it's great to see other works that God is about elsewhere.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Race, Class, Life, Fate

Caught on video last night, Crash (do check out the website's Experience the Film, a feature which literally colours your perceptions). Directed by Paul Haggis who also wrote Million Dollar Baby (not to be mistaken with the company selling cribs & baby furniture).

The word human comes to mind, but I can hardly find a single word which wholly describes the film. The movie's endless racist slurs simply makes one wonder if our recently talked-about WP's manifesto is truly valid.

But I digress. A true Academy Award winner Crash is, I'd say, but we'll see.

Most emotional scene for me: When the racist-prick-cop dives into the upturned car to rescue the female driver whose modesty he'd just outraged the night before.

Courtesy of NYTimes: "So what kind of a movie is "Crash"? A frustrating movie: full of heart and devoid of life; crudely manipulative when it tries hardest to be subtle; and profoundly complacent in spite of its intention to unsettle and disturb."

Friday, February 03, 2006

Darn Cupid

V Day beckons, commercialization & all.

This singleton spits in utter contempt.


Thursday, February 02, 2006

Conquer your fear, and I promise you'll conquer death

Alexander the Great
, Courtesy of Wikipedia

Caught Alexander on VCD and am impressed by his greatness, to say the least. By the age of 33, he had conquered a vast spread of lands stretching from Greece to India. He truly lived his dream, I'd say - all theories of his megalomania & sexuality aside.

Makes me wonder at 26, what have I achieved? 7 more years to achieve greatness.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Dare You to Move

Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
The tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened

Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself
Lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before

Riddle me this

What does Prince Siddhartha Gotama (the aristocrat later known simply as "the Buddha") have in common with the team who designed Apple's TextEdit?

Answer: They both sat down under a tree one day and figured out you could help the world by making stuff simpler and more austere.