I got my answer!!

I often battle within myself when travelling in PT - whether to give up my seat for someone else. Going through some issues of Actuary Australia, I can't believe the answer is in the April 2007 issue!

Gae Robinson from Finity provides the insight to this serious issue, I shall share some of her comments here.

1. Many times I've wrestled with the "is she pregnant or just a bit tubby?" dilemma. - Haha, this is so true. But listen,

2. I'm a firm believer that if you're offered a seat - no matter how offended you are at the implications - you should take it. The person giving it up has made a chivalrous gesture that shouldn't go unrewarded! - Isn't this so true? I do get some people who don't accept my offer. Should I feel embarrassed?

3. I do have a slightly bolshy (mean?) approach to old women who dye their hair to look younger - you know, the skin looks 75, the hair is solid brown. I think to myself "If you expect to convince me with that hair, lady, I'm convinced - you look 40 not 75 and you're not getting my seat!" - Isn't Gae funny? But I seldom cross with old ladies. However, you seldom see teenagers give up seat for the elderly, even though they look like they are gonna fall into the teenagers' lap! Furthermore, the trams especially would love for the passenger to shake their groove thang. Whenever a tram starts to move or stops, one can't help being shaken.

4. I also get annoyed when I'm standing and I see fit young people in all the seats wasting them - not working, not reading, just staring blankly into the distance. If I have a seat I make good use of it. - Moi is guilty. I hope, to Gae's standard, texting furiously and looking at one's mobile attentively would quality as working.

I remember when I was back home in June/July 2007, sitting at Dad's shop, I was shocked by a loud shout coming from the shop across the road. The shouting came intermittently, for about half an hour. Accordingly to my Dad's staff, that person couldn't control his shouting. I relived this experience on a tram not too long ago. A chubby girl (who wasn't preggy lol) kept letting out "fuck" the whole ride. I think people around her started giggling while trying to look away. I look at the person opposite me and it was the moment where you felt connected to the person as you were both thinking about the same thing! The girl tried to apologise to the people around her. However, "fuck" didn't stop coming through and gave incoming passengers a good old shake to the ears.

W-O-L-S

       

My internet speed.... Have to wait another 10 days for it to be back to normal speed...

No more milk for moi!

I knew I was lactose intolerant. If I drank milk (full-cream), it'd be coming out straight away via the back door in a countdown that is less than 2 minutes!

What I didn't know was that my body didn't quite agree with soy milk too! See, I went to Safeway and surprisingly, found an organic soy milk that Safeway had not carried for some time already. Happily I bought 2 1-litre I-wanna-say-cartons-but-I-think-cartons-means-a-lot-a-lot-of-soy-milk of organic soy milk. I had loved this organic soy milk as it contained no added sugar.

Little did I know, into my second 1-litre soy milk, my gas passing become unprecedentedly with-smell. Strong, pungent, rotten-egg, you name it - I got it. I think, besides my nose, my chair must have been the prime victim, having to embrace the flatulence without filtering! At least my nose would suffer less as the flatus would have been diluted by the general air.

Yes, after wikipedia-ing, one learned the in and the out about breaking wind!

How come I had not known about this after having soy milk? It had probably not been so nitrogen-laden. I really felt its wrath this time around. Luckily I had minimal human contact in the past few days hence no one's breathing has been polluted by me and my gas.

I think I need to experiment with the only milk left - rice milk! FYI, I'm ok with skinny milk. And don't you look at me if you smell something funny next time! I swear that it'll not be me.

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A New Year Has Come

Happy New Year folks!

31.12.2007 marked the warmest day yet in Victorian history. The wind was strong, yet it was blazingly warm. It reached 42 degree Celcius in the arvo. I had never had a taste of such wind; perhaps it was a little sneak peek of the Middle East?

Edmund asked me if I had any new-year wishes? I didn't. Perhaps I had not given it much thought. But I have never believed in birthday or new-year wishes.

2007 was probably my lower point in life, for I have not achieved much in that year, in a number of ways. It passed without leaving much heart-print in me.

So what do you say for 2008? What's in store for me, for everyone?

Hopefully 2008 will be a year of more peace, less war, more green, less grey and red, more money, less worry, more health, less sickness, more love (for family and friends, and for strangers), less hate.

To 2oO8!!

Assassination of Bhutto

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I didn't expect to wake up to such news, the first thing I saw on Towleroad.

I didn't know Bhutto. But I have seen her quite a few times on news. I thought, this is an incredible woman.  A woman who was twice the Prime Minister in one of the chaotic countries in the Middle East and Asia. A woman who was standing among idiot men. She must have done something right. And brave, so brave.

Of course I would think that all fingers are pointed at Musharraf now.

I can't agree more with Sally Field when she said, "If the mothers ruled the world, there would be no goddamn wars in the first place," during 2007 Emmy Awards. I heart Sally.

Perhaps scientists should develop some drugs that numb the adrenaline rush that men get from war or killing each others. 2008 will start with one of its warriors (how ironic) lost.

in the same room?

When I was staying at The N*v*t*l mid November for my interview, I found this in the bedside drawer. I couldn't wrap my brains around it for 2 seconds. Really? The Quran and The Bible in the same room?

turning point

Scared is an understatement.

Hopeless is a possibility-cum-reality.

Hope is a luxury stretched so thin.

compensated, indeed

Following my incident with the chips vending machine, I've received an apology letter from the company. It even came with a $3 postal order! I guess it's not bad at all!

not the time yet

So I'm jobless and penniless. Soon I'll even have no roof over my head. I was calling an agent property to ask about an apartment on the Docklands.

me: Hi I'm interested in one of your apartments. It is on the Docklands.

woman: Sorry, say it again?

She sounded a bit old and so I forgave her.

me: I'm looking to rent one of your apartment, it's 608/2 McCrea St Docklands...

woman: I'm afraid you've called the wrong number. This is a funeral home.

Instant karma!!!

me: Sorry? Where did you say you were?

woman: This is a funeral home. I'm afraid it's not your time yet.

Hell no!!!!

me: I'm so sorry. I've called the wrong number.

woman: That's alright. Hold on a second, what is your name? You sounded familiar.

Oh dear, has Death ever sought after me before?!?!

it did happen

Sometimes one would think about certain things that would never happen to one. Not to say never, but with a low probability.

At least a couple of things happened to me today, which I had not envisaged to be so probable in one go.

So I was waiting for a train. Since I had not had lunch and I was hungry, I went to the vending machine for a bag of chips. After putting in the money, I waited for the packet to be pushed down the chute. It did, but just a little bit! Oh god... My $2.20!!!! I tried to shake the machine but it wouldn't move at all! I couldn't shake it like a mad man as there were people on the platform too! What I did next was even more there's-no-word-to-describe, I called up the vending machine company to complain! Guess what? They are sending me a money order of $2.20!!!!!!

On a hungry stomach I hurried into the train when it had arrived. The trains nowadays were very dirty; one had to look before one sit as the cushions would often be stained. Look I did. Except my vision was on the chairs but not on the floor! You might have guessed what happened next, yes, I stepped onto someone's puke!!!!!!!!!!! Yuck!! Luckily there wasn't much. I dared not even look at it properly. So the whole journey home, I held my leg out as further away from me as possible, despite the soreness. And I willingly breathed lightly so as not to take in any foul smell, albeit I doubt there was any.

The story could have ended there but it continued. I was buying bread at Coles. When I passed some coins to the cashier, she said that I had given her a New Zealand coin!!!!!!!!! Oh god.... the vending machine didn't only deny me my hungry-saving-but-bad-for-health chips, it also gave me a New Zealand coin!!! However now it wasn't worth it anymore to call and complain....