Monday, January 29, 2007

Doubt that the stars are aligned

There must be something wrong about the way I got up this morning.  But that doesn’t even begin to explain it.  There must be a greater reason and a higher plan at work here.  The stars must have been mis-aligned.  The forces of evil must have been culminating in my backyard.  There must have been a dark and evil curse at work.  Something of the sort must have been at work for this sort of Harry-Potter day to occur.  The last 24 hours ran something like a sort of day in the life of Jack Bauer.

 

10:37PM: Scalded my left hand with hot boiling water straight from the kettle while attempting to fill up the hot water bottle I carry with me to bed.  I’ve been using hot water bottles for more than 6 years now every cold day when I’m in a temperate climate, and this has been my eternal fear – to pour hot boiling water from a kettle inadvertently from the kettle to my hand. 

 

Now my greatest fear has come true, there is a sense of relief there as there’s really nothing that I’ve feared which hasn’t come true (short of having that perverse sense of wanting to stick my hand down the food grinder in the sink when it is turned on).

 

11:52PM: Scalded hand starts to burn like nothing I’ve felt before.  Suspected 2nd degree scald happened there as skin starts to turn very red and blister.  Relieved by cold water but I’m too lazy to get out of bed as I’d like to catch some sleep so put hand on cold bit of pillow and drift off.

 

Realised I can sleep to nearly anything.  Have slept through fire alarms and 2nd degree scalds now, probably.

 

6:32AM: Damn.  Hand still hurts.  Oh well, off to work and we’ll see how that goes.  Skin between thumb and index finger is swollen, red and starting to seize up.  Hope this doesn’t affect my typing too much.

 

8:34AM: Smart card that lets me into the office suddenly decided to die and has now suffered a swift and permanent death.  It fails to let me into the office, so Security needs to issue me a new one… with a horrible webcam taken picture of me from last June.

 

I need to seriously consider self obliteration as a means of starting the day.

 

9:06AM: After turning on the computer, Outlook decided not to load on me, and consequently, upon syncing up a faulty mobile phone, promptly deletes all of my Contacts and some of my Calendar, cleverly choosing this week and the last two weeks as major casualties.

 

I’ve not even made it to lunch. 

 

And this is the first day of the month end close, where fiscally important journals start streaming into my Inbox after last Friday.

 

The rest of a good half of the day was spent with the IT Helpdesk on the phone attempting to resolve the issue through various long, tedious and painful repairs and re-installations on a machine that suddenly decided to become veeerrrryy, veeerrrry slow.

 

I need a miracle.

 

4:04PM: Suddenly, one thing that the IT Helpdesk Technician said struck me.  “Calendar items don’t just disappear from the server.  They can only be deleted by you.”  Not trusting in a higher power at this point, I work on the hunch and click on the “Deleted Items” box.  I know I should have done this ages ago, but the place you find what you are looking for is the last place you know to look.  That adage is proving true.

 

Staring back at me after a quick sort were… 105 deleted Contacts and 87 deleted Appointments.

 

If there is a God, He’s up there somewhere having a darn good laugh right now.

 

6:10PM: My new smart card with the horrible picture is finally ready.  I suppose at last, justice is served and I am finally part of UK proper, having now given up for good the last shred of Singaporean identity at work.  My Singapore smart card with the nice consultant picture taken in Hong Kong replaced, I’m now officially part of the “you can look me up online and see my ugly web cam mug” group, with my very own badge and my very ugly picture printed on it.

 

It is a sad day indeed for humanity.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Cupcake Cravings...



Originally uploaded by enuwy.
I am having a dramatic dramatic craving for Hummingbird cupcakes right now. It feels like I could simply keel over and die if I do not get a taste of the sugar rush cupcakes within the next 24 hours.

I think it's a sign of sugar deprivation and will go make myself something very very sweet.

I want the crunch of the little silver sugar beads under my teeth. And the sticky, soft velvety sugar coating on my tongue. And the firmly moist, buttery, creamy taste of cake....

I'll need to endeavour to satisfy this craving next week then. Oh yes, it certainly sounds like a trip to London is in order. Cupcakes. Cupcakes... oooh, cupcakes!!!

Lil Miss Beanie has fractured her leg!


Beanie with Fractured Leg
Originally uploaded by metaphoric.
The lil miss fractured her leg recently in a series of unfortunate events. Well, unfortunately silly, that is.

A doctor's x-ray last Saturday recently confirmed that the injury was indeed a fracture around the joint (equivalent of the knee I suppose) on the right hind leg. LMB is now hobbling around with a rather cumbersome bandage cast on her leg and a Elizabethan collar to avoid her chewing the bandages off like a happy mummy.

How did she come about this state of affairs? Well, she had leaped merrily off the bed in pursuit of a friendly cat recently, thought she could fly and realised, with the sharp pangs that realization usually comes with, that she was sorely mistaken. By that time, the hind leg had already hit ground zero.

She is recuperating well with adequate bedrest and will be prevented from hobbling around on all 3's (which she can do pretty well) for the time being.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Two per passenger!?

Found this on the website of Britain's National Rail. Let it not be said that the UK is pet unfriendly.

Passengers may take with them, free of charge and subject to conditions below, dogs, cats and other small animals (maximum two per passenger) provided they do not endanger or inconvenience passengers or staff.
  1. Dogs must be kept on a lead at all times unless contained in a basket.
  2. Dogs without leads, cats, birds and small animals must be carried in an enclosed basket, cage or pet carrier. It must be rigid and not open (to prevent escape) and the animal able to stand and lie down in comfort.
  3. Animas and containers must not occupy seats, otherwise a charge will be made.

I appreciate the fact that the regulation concerns itself also with the safety and comfort of the animal, by ensuring that the carrier must allow the animal to stand and lie down in comfort. Would my dog be complaining to the stationmaster any time soon?

I suppose the maximum of two per passenger are for smaller animals which may need company eg. guinea pigs. Which is quite kind...

Mental note to self that such a carrier is not currently in the UK and that I should be looking for a suitable container some time soon for planned trips to London.

Merry Christmas Lil' Miss Beanie!


Beans and Bone
Originally uploaded by metaphoric.
Because it was fun, Beanie got a Christmas present too, a new multi-coloured rope toy that is now trailing bits all over the place. Despite not being able to extract it from the Christmas stocking it came in, when helpfully assisted, Beanie proceeded to start happily chewing away at it and it's fast turning into one of her favourite chew toys!

As Spring Draws Near

Spring is coming, I can feel it in the air. There is a certain pulse, a liveliness almost like anticipation that is vibrating the air around me. It's started to get brighter earlier in the morning now, there is light in my window around 7am, and it gets dark later, 5pm instead of 4pm.

Nearly almost this time, 7 years ago, it was the season of life in many ways. I know this time of the year is always the time when emotions run high, my sense of dependence upon loved ones increases to the point of clinginess. This is the time of the year when I most need to be cuddled. (Yes, strange though it may sound - there are seasons for cuddling, a time for everything.)

Yet now, anticipation is the word of the day, but I am not entirely sure what I am waiting for. There is just a sweeping emotion, a general feeling of anticipation in my heart that is bursting out, and time seems to tick by very quickly with nothing much going on.

It feels very busy, almost as if I should be busy but I am not, and that I am running around in circles, supposed to be doing something but I'm not sure what.

I wonder if this is stress from anticipating a busy budgeting season ahead. We just had our first target setting session early this week. But if it is, I'm 2 months premature. If it's about your application, then I've already told myself to be patient and not hope too much. After all, there's really nothing to be done about it except to smile, try one's best and pray pray pray. I've tried not to guess or hazard any feel for the temperature of the application.

It's getting warmer, a welcome change. The average temperatures these days is around 12 degrees celcius, and I can't wait for it to get to perfect warmth right before the heat of summer sets in. Maybe it would be something more like home then.

I've thought very long and hard this time about what I miss from home. Or rather, what would make things feel more like home here for me. There isn't much really, we did some touristy things like the Botanics which was really good fun, but I nearly got lost on the MRT and didn't mention it. Out of a sudden I didn't know how to find Bugis MRT station.

But I launched myself into the weather here and realised the sudden truth that I am living and breathing for the air here. I bless the fresh air, the greenery, the temperature, the smell of my house which was warm, clean, welcoming. My nose cleared up nearly instantly, and I felt the cool air wash over me and bring down the rate at which I was slowly oxidizing. Stodgy starches started disappearing, my weight fell back to model levels. Everything should be perfect. The only thing missing is you.

Friday, January 19, 2007

In Your Hands

This is probably the one love song that continues to stick with me. As time goes by, I gradually learn what I want from relationships, the kind of love I'm looking for, and what really matters. After some time, you come back to the same thing after circling for a while. More to follow but suffice to say that I realise, deeper than ever before, that KM was absolutely right.

In Your Hands - Bebo Norman

I didn't know I would love you
When I looked into your eyes
Now I have a heart I cannot keep
And the greatest of fear
Is that you'll leave me here
Stranded in this water so deep

So don't you turn away from me
'Cos my heart, and my hopes,
They're in your hands
If I don't seem certain,
It's just a common fear from a common man
But I'm in your hands.

Just so you know, I've never done this sort of things before
Never given up my very soul
But I've heard a voice like none I've heard before
And it's a voice that never grows old

So don't you turn away from me
'Cos my heart, and my hopes,
They're in your hands.
If I don't seem certain,
It's just a common fear from a common man
But I'm in your hands.

Spit, swallow... or leave on the table


Fish Milk Soup
Originally uploaded by metaphoric.
Tatsuya is great. One of the fabulous things about it is that you get to try adventurous bits of Japanese cuisine not served in other places. Tatsuya was the place that made me love mentaiko (sea urchin), and I'm not usually an adventurous eater.

The thing is, the adventurous eats taste good. Well... sometimes.

There are moments when lines are crossed that should not be crossed. One of these was fish milk soup. Err... fish? Milk? Fish don't produce milk... or do they?

This very clear broth got us looking for the milk in fish milk for a while. Until we ate and discovered this thing that tastes like... fish brains.

Double take. It would take a lot of fish to come up with this much brains. So I thought.

Fish milk turns up in a sort of sac, which, when chew onto, break out in a creamy, cod liver oil flavoured white liquid which is just a little too rich for me.

When asked, the chef wisely said... "Eat it first, and then I'll tell you what it was."

We had many guesses - fish roe, fish brains, fish intestines...

What it actually was... fish... sperm. Ueergh.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

The joys of hotel booties


Bottles of Bath and Body Works
Originally uploaded by metaphoric.
First it was the small bottles of Neutrogena that I made lemiel pilfer from the rooms of Doubletree, and now, lemiel brings back from the Residence Inn at Marriott more small bottles that were the surefire one free gift I was bound to appreciate - small travel sized bottles of Bath & Body Works Orange Ginger body lotions, shampoos & conditioners.

In my appreciative words, "Bath and Body Works, somemore!" To think that the one hotel (not expensive) that I've never stayed in is that one hotel that has all the fabulous free stuff. The aunty in me is rearing its ugly head at the thought that hotels out there which I'm missing out on can possibly be serving up luxurious, boutique toiletries, while the Hiltons and the Sheratons that I'm putting up with are serving me commercial plonk. Unbelievable.

Clever lemiel knows that these small booty bottles sure come in handy in half-bit Parisienne hotels. And by goodness, with my kind of hotel luck, they sure will.

The Lines We Draw

Recently, my cousin announced his marriage to a girl of a different ethnic group and an opposing religion. The announcement has sparked somewhat of a controversy in the family. His mother, my aunt is incredibly depressed by the news, and being a somewhat neutral onlooker, it's led me to question my own lines when it comes to how socially accepting/tolerant we are when it comes to questions of race, ethnicity, religion and the constraints of social norms.

Race

My family comes from a predominantly ethnically Chinese Singapore, my family fitting into the typical 70% of the Singaporean population, being also ethnically Chinese. Nobody in my family remembers anything about China, since we were all born here - in our minds, China is a myth of an ancient civilization and a country apart from our own. It's a good place to visit for holidays as a tourist, but apart from that, we know and remember nothing about it, except to understand that some many many years ago, a person with our surnames must have migrated to Singapore from China to start a life in the straits of Southeast Asia. It's probably as much as what an Irish Australian remembers about Ireland, pretty much.

Singapore however is home to several ethnicities besides the Chinese. Ethnicities are known commonly as "races" in Singapore, despite the fact that there is no notion of competition between them. Singapore recognizes four main groups of "race" - Chinese, Malay, Indian and Others for everyone else encapsulating anyone from Caucasian immigrants and Eurasians to the Japanese and Korean populations. If you are of a mixed marriage between any of the three main ethnic groups, by default you end up in "others" as well, since there's no classification for anything 50% one and 50% another.

Nobody in my family has ever had the opportunity to question marrying anyone other than another Chinese Singaporean. True that there aren't that many people in my family of marriageable age, but the truth is, nobody's crossed that line ever since. Until now. My cousin's been seeing his wife for a good number of years now, by estimates potentially more than a decade. My very conservative aunt was previously little aware of the existence of his girlfriend, and until now, I've not actually met his wife-to-be. The reason is little more than the fact that she isn't Chinese, and is from an ethnic group considered, in some perceptions, to not be socially compatible with the Chinese.

Quite obviously the aunt is very much depressed by this fact. All her life she's been commenting on the social life of her friends and their children, the subject of mixed marriages being one for gossip and speculation. But it's a different reality if the topic hits so close to home, especially when one is ill-prepared to take the news. My parents aren't exactly putting out the fire on this one either, with my mum fueling the flames by declaring that she does not mind me "having an ang moh (Caucasian) boyfriend" and my dad teasing her with pseudo-racist jokes.

I'm embarassed, honestly, but too embarassed to highlight that in popular opinion, a mixed marriage with an ang moh is considered a better option (blame the British colonists and the persistence of a colonial mentality if you will) than a mixed marriage with another ethnicity of a darker skin tone. Not that I share that thought obviously, but I am scandalized by the hypocrisy of other people telling my aunt that all will be well with trite phrases like "it's the heart that really matters", and "they are all human after all", while at the same time at the back of their minds thanking their lucky stars for not being in the same situation. I challenged my mum on the same today just for the heck of it, only to receive the reply of "well, if you can stand the sight of him, that's your own choice".

Enough said. I think there are limits to the seeming open-mindedness of common society. Everyone wants to be seen as liberal, tolerant, open-minded, but it would probably do us a lot more good to admit that everyone can be a little racist and bigoted in some ways and get it out of the way and into the open than choke on it over dim sum.

My philosophy is simple. Yes, recognize that it may be an issue and a social challenge, but blood is blood, and you stick by your kin regardless and have a conversation on whether or not he is prepared, together with his newfound wife to face these social challenges that may be coming up ahead. And then all you can do is help them through it.

I see why it's difficult to bring yourself to defend an idea that one has grown up to be inculcated against. But I ponder - what are the boundaries of Love? Love, that is not proud, that is patient and kind - is that not enough to change minds and see the merits of ideas that may not have been held as your own? And even if not your own Love, is it not possible to see that there must have been something that must have been the glue that held two people together despite, and not because, for so many years?

I bless my cousin for paving the difficult way forward. Since I know that in my own life, that would definitely not be the first act of defiance or controversy that I would bring to the table myself in the family.

Religion

When I say religion, I honestly mean that in this case, wars have been started for far less. I have been, as was my cousin, brought up strictly Roman Catholic. And although I have dated men who were not Catholic like myself, circumambulating on the issue, I've come to a decision that I would not settle for anything other than a like-minded person of the same faith. Mind you, I'm not inherently religious myself, but having had experiences with a conflict of faith, it becomes an issue for me when faith turns into a way of life, and a way of life into a waste of time if these two are not aligned.

A friend of a friend of mine with whom I've had this conversation recently said this was a rather biased and bigoted way of thinking. But in my opinion, this is personal choice. Bigotry would be if I had forced my religion and my way of life on anyone else, take it or leave it. But needing to find someone with values in alignment to mine is simply personal choice, in my opinion. Why waste my time with someone with whom I cannot agree on the simple things?

That said though, the needs of the Roman Catholic faith to necessarily marry and bring up children in the faith inherently strikes me as being rather restrictive in a case like this. In my cousin's perspective, he faces a moral dilemma - if you marry someone else with the same requirement, but of different faith, your children become a perpetually spinning cat in a vacuum with a buttered toast on its back. Is personal choice necessarily even an option anymore?

I'd truly love to see how he's going to solve this one. I know that I'd have no answers and no points of compromise of this one. I've given up far more in terms of relationships for far less than this dilemma.

Social Norms

One thing that I know I'd definitely be blessed to give my kids is a sense of open wisdom when it comes to social norms and structure. I sincerely believe that in the next 10 years, the confines of race, caste, ethnicity, religion, gender and geographies will dissolve and begin to disappear.

I'm living for and dreaming of a world and a society where people are people - global citizens and an encapsulation only of the ideas and dreams that they have, where their minds and speeches become the only currency by which relationships and unions are formed. Where we can see that what we believe in is more similar than different, and recognize that the end of the day, we are standing, perhaps on two sides of the fence, but at least on the same playing field.

Perhaps this is a distant dream. But it is one that has become embroiled with my life the way I live it, in such a way that the lack of its existence is the lack of the fullness of my life in its entirety.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The Vista Challenge

Turns out that the Vanishing Point game is really promising what it initially teased at delivering. The grand prize is a trip to space, the Vista machine with the works, and $50,000 to defray cost of taxes.

Pity employees and family aren't eligible to join.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

wh01sl0k1

I just discovered this intriguing secret about the upcoming Windows Vista launch. 42 Entertainment, in conjunction with Microsoft, is launching the next in viral marketing campaigns - The Vanishing Point. From the company that brought you ilovebees, haunted apiary (Halo2) and ourcolony (xbox 360) this new one has, intriguingly, difficult puzzles, urban and ancient mythology, and an international focus.

Not surprisingly, this game is buzzing the blog world, already bloggers have been receiving Acer Ferrari's loaded with Vista Ultimate. This is something not even insider employees know that much about. Try calling up Customer Service and asking "Who is Loki?" or "What is the Vanishing Point game?" I'd love to know what answer you get.

The interesting thing is that not many people know what the final prize is. Apparently, all will be revealed on January 8th (a few days more) at the Bellagio, at Las Vegas, Nevada. But there is a world wide countdown going on. I mapped out the places on MS Maps, interestingly enough, (I wonder if geeks out there are this bored...) they form two parallel lines spanning the world, linked by Singapore and Sydney, and culminating in an apex point somewhere between Seattle and San Francisco. Suspicious...

Numerous links (if you are interested, check out the Neowin forum which is compiling these here) point to the grand prize winner having a name that will be repeated many times around the world, clues pointing to making this person famous like the world has never known before, and a view of the ultimate vista.

My guess is - what would make this worthwhile would be for the winner to go on Paul Allen's SpaceShipOne and be one of the first commercial travellers to space. The ultimate vista? May I remind you who Loki is? He's known also to some as Sky Walker or Sky Traveller....