Monday 22 January 2007

The Terrible Twosome

Apart from money and greed, information is a key component that makes the world spin. I just finished reading Freakonomics, an enlightening book on the strange roots of events of around us. The book helps one see beyond conventional causes and standard solutions, that data can be used in many, many ways. There was great mention of information asymmetry in the book - how a group of people can exploit others with the secret knowledge or information they have. Like how real estate owners can influence buyers or sellers to part with or accept values that could have been more advantageous to either party. Divulging such information can then lead to symmetry, and of course, the scorn of many as the case may be.

Last Friday night, under the influence of one and one-third large capirinha, I let loose a hypothetical (ahem) situation of the potentially romantic nature in the office. This of course pertains to one's preference for the company of someone else. Letting slip this nugget of info to Cheryl and Gerald pictured here made for interesting but hypothetical (ahem) conversation on likes and dislikes. It was an enjoyable evening till I realised that this information could be used for blackmail.

Come today, Monday, Toto day, 32 and 4 months old day, the terrible twosome gave hint of said matters to the office clique. Wildfire erupted I tell you. I was bombarded with ruthless questions and endless teasing. Welcome to secondary school. Nicks on MSN became "Gurmit I know your secret...". It was, or rather is, quite mad. Let's see how this pans out.

Saturday 20 January 2007

That Tingly Feeling

I didn't end off 2006 in great health - bad back and stomach flu. Well, the stomach flu ran its course in time for the new year but the back has left a legacy of the nervous kind. Right now, I have a partially numb toes on my left leg plus I get random sharp pains in the calf while walking. It's freaky, I am sure you agree. Eric, friend of Teck Ghee, believes I have a slipped disc, having gone through similar experiences in his past (plus the painful agony that comes along with such a affliction). The western doc scanned the X-ray to conclude all was ok, despite my repeated hints at slipped-discness (see this earlier post). The acupunturist told me today that I had poor circulation. He pinned me down (haha!) and gave me some foul stuff to drink for the next 4 days. He might yank some bones to realign them a few weeks from now. Yippee. Did I tell you I was a sucker for pain?

Wednesday 17 January 2007

State Of The World - Chialat

I saw Blood Diamond last week. There was Leo DiCap looking sorta buff, putting on a good "Rhodesian white man" accent and acting really well as bad-businessman-turns- good-guy-who-accepts-fate. The protagonist alongside was Djimon Hounsou, the local black man who'd been through a whole load of shit. Jennifer Connelly was a reporter asking too much too soon. The film underscores two main points - 1. man is greedy and evil, and 2.Africa is so screwed up.

Contextual elaboration - Corrupt governments do nothing for their people. They take bribes, amass illegitimate wealth and suck up to powerful MNCs and richer nations for more donations (to their personal bank accounts). They oil the machines of their economy with the blood of locals who oppose them. They reward their low-ranking minions with booze, women, some money, rap music and TV while they, the higherups, plan their escape from "God forsaken Africa". To make the lives of government officials a living hell, here come the revolutionaries. Revolution takes one person with a noble idea that appeals to the down trodden who intently listen and swear to blindly follow (usually into shit so abysmally deep it marinates their soul and devolutes their conscience). The revolutionary leader soon attains demi-god status and craves the booze, women, money, rap music and TV the government dishes out to its lowly cronies. Greedy, greedy, where's the high and mighty cause now? He (no gender bias intended) sends his brainwashed slaves armed with guns and machetes to get these things for him while butchering anyone who stands in their way. Along the way, they recruit new followers or force locals to join their cause or face some measure of pain/torture/mutilation/humiliation/blackmail - a necessary evil for the sake of revolution. Attacking the poor, uneducated and defenceless, the revolutionaries gain territory. Initially an insignificant insect swirling around the head of an ineffective government, the little bother festers into menacing, irksome swarm worthy of military intervention. Inept and apathetic, the military often resort to less-than-just means of extracting information, punishing clueless locals for their apparent misplaced allegiance, instilling fear for and for not taking a stand. Notice the similarities in public policy between government and anti-government.

Then somebody found diamonds.

Diamonds sold to hungry western buyers means money in the pockets of either government official or revolutionary leaders. So everyone went looking. One brilliant rock would be worth a year's work on a farm. Unfortunately for Tom, Dick and Harry, the government usually sold land rights to large mining companies to dig up the vast backyard. It would be doubly unfortunate for Tom, Dick and Harry if Mr. Revolution came around to their corner of their neighbourhood - soon they'd be slaves, wading through mud in search of diamonds if they were deemed worth alive than dead. Usually the money from diamonds is used for arms purchases (for both sides), agitating the balance in the tug of civil war. The diamonds are cut, polished and placed into beautiful, expensive arrangements for soon-to-be newlyweds and other rich folk to look glam in.

So who are the greedy ones in this sorry picture? The government types, the revolutionary types, the local folk seeking a better life, the diamond traders and buyers, the newlyweds and rich folk. Everyone. Greed makes the world go around, but local circumstances force us to behave differently. A discovery of a diamond to a villager in a third world country is tantamount to proof of God, and of course money to hopefully escape misery. It's probably a just stroke of luck to lucky you and me, not life or death.

But beware, misery loves company (ya ya). Though shall not covet thy neighbour's wife, or his diamond stash (ya ya).

Buy conflict-free diamonds. It could mean that all those things I wrote about need not happen. They still will lah, just don't try to be part of it.

Wednesday 10 January 2007

Kai Kong Lunch

On the Friday of Week One 2007, the Snr Acct Director brought us for lunch at some Jap buffet lunch place in Suntec. I ain't much of a Jap food fan but it was a good treat for all of us suffering post-festive season blues.

It's Week Two but the blues are still around. Hmmm.

Hey Baby, It's $2 For 16 Jan

Some time in December, Anita, friend of heavily pregnant Hse-yin, decided to throw the soon-to-be-mother a baby shower. Note that this was happening before the usual Singaporean/Asian practice of celebrating the baby's one month birthday. This was to be an angmoh baby shower.

A few days before the said event, Anita emailed to ask me to do up some games for the event. I was thinking "what the...games? where got games one?". So I googled for help, and lo and behold, the Americans had a variety of games lined up for their fancy baby shower parties. Being the lazy fart I am, I procrastinated. So I totally ignored everything and on the morning of the event, I turned on the computer and surfed my eyeballs out. In the end, it was charades, pin the diaper on the baby, place bets on Katie's arrival date, and the maternity version of The Price Is Right.

For the sake of the mothers-to-be, it is financially not funny to have a baby. Check out my TPIR items and be amazed at the prices (courtesy of Kiddy Palace Northpoint 6 Jan):
  • Spiffies toothwipes (harh? you utter) - $11.90
  • Avent nipple protectors (they help to prevent ahem nipple burn) - $15.00
  • Farlin baby safety scissors (cute and round) - $6.40 (wahzan!)
  • Manual breast pump (just one side ok) - $89.00 (ay caramba!)
  • Kodomo hair and body wash - $3.80
  • Sebamed diaper rash cream - $18.90 (best to have no diapers on?)
  • Pureen baby wipes - $4.10
  • Tumble mates 2-handle sippy cup - $8.90
  • Disney socks - $3.90 (for the brand conscious baby)
  • 7-in-1 baby food maker - $19.90 (err...you mean a fork and spoon isn't enough?)
The game was fun pitting different generations against each other, surprising each other with guesses and price revelations.

I put $2 on Jan 16. Won't happen, mommy's in the hospital today. Haha.

First Year Engine Gang

Goodness. It has been 11 years since I entered NTU and by stroke of chronological genius, I chose to start my engineering course in A20 (only because it was the first available unfilled class). There I met a bunch of pple I would come to hang out with for a year. It was a memorable time - tutorials, lectures, hanging out in hostel room, going out to movies, having dinner, getting lifts, making good friends, watching each other grow up and laugh, cry, fall in love, fall out of love, be afraid and be strong. Wow.

Here we are again. At lunch at the House of Sundanese, Suntec. Though the group has shrunk and non-A20 have come into the picture, these people have seen me through the last decade too.

This is Liz

Species: Human
Type: Female
Age: 30ish? Or slightly younger
Height: Not very tall
Likes: Books and diet coke.
Other characteristics: Booby. Like to hang out and talks a lot. Has tendency to ask out single male friends to be introduced to women who are in relationship. Psycho that way. On the way to UK to study, soon.

Monday 1 January 2007

Cherry Exposé




It's the colour man. Crazy colour.

2007 Creeps Up

I had zero plans for practising counting backwards at midnight 31 December 2006. Given the back trouble and weak gastrointestinal situation, it perhaps was wise. At about 6pm though, I got a call from Ben. He's a crack up I met through a mutual friend. Crack up funny not druggie. He proceeded to invite to his home to meet people and attempt his parents' cooking. How could I refuse? But I did have dinner at home first.

At the quiet neighbourhood up north, there was a party going on! It wasn't a hip-hop and happening thing, more likely Ben's friends and family hanging out, eating and talking. I was introduced to the mom and dad (wink wink, see you online Aunty wink wink) (both are hoot with lots to talk about), Ben's friends well as to the laksa, jelly, green Fanta, steamed chicken with killer chili and chocolate cake. There was more food but I had to decline on account of the aforementioned and aforeconsumed dinner. Pets-wise, we got acquainted to the bats on the rafters and nameless 6-yr resident emperor newt (I christen thee Augustus) who feeds on little froggies.

Around midnight, we turned on the TV and watched my namesake and the rest of the non-winners from Singapore Idol count down to the new year. They were a minute plus too early. Sigh. We lamented some more about the state of general affairs and went home.

Thanks Ben for the good evening and nice food. The laksa was killerrrh.

Office, George, Borat and Vomiting - In That Order

Since 27 Dec quite a bit has happened.

On the 28th I stopped by the office to shred any incrimininating evidence of general office mayhem from 2006 (aka cleaned up my desk) and I met my immediate boss there who cordially informed me that 2007 will be a daunting year, esp in the early months. What a start. Mood dampener? Well not really, since we all expected work to double and pressure to treble with reduced numbers at the helm. Good luck to us and may the force be with us. Bonus also can.

On the same evening I met George, a friend. He's discovered his path in life and has sought to awaken others around, if they so seek his intervention. Sounds evangelistic? Well kinda. He's found God in one form and direction. Most importantly, he's happy. And for him, so am I. This complex guy has often taken the road less travelled to seeking his goals, getting lost and found and lost again, rolling with the ups and downs of finding himself, with and without the guitar. It dawned on him some time ago that he's meant to counsel others. I agree - he's a good listener and observer, and keenly perceptive. But sometimes he yaps on too much :) Good luck man. Though we ain't seeing eye to eye on some things, you know I am here for you. We'll talks truths again.

That night, it was Borat time! Yup, I went to watch the master of irreverance with Liz, Solo and wife, Aly. The movie (officially Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan) is touted as a mockumentary and it lives up to that reputation. It is an insight to how civilised people will react in awkward circumstances, like having two pasty naked men run into an hotel elevator half full of guests. The best bits to look out for are the church scene and formal dinner. Though some scenes are ridiculous and disgusting, you'll just want to watch (Did Solo cover the wifey's eyes at some objectionable moments?) and laugh. Come on, feed that curious beast within. Damn shiok, damn teruk.

George and I met up at Marche where I had the rosti, garlic sausage, sour cream and a pint of Erdinger. That night, 5am, I puked. It was the initial salvo of stomach flu. Since then I had vomited 3 times, had a mild fever and went to loo countless times. The crap was a foul smelling liquid of questionable colour. I suspect the potato or the sausage. It was a few days of bloatedness and home remedies. I am pleased to inform everyone that the first signs of recovery took place yesterday with improvements in crap colour and consistency. Today, even more better. Hail the new year!