Category: Notes.

Save the feathers

I have never thought I will be proud that my shoe collection is almost exclusively from Nine West and Enzo Angiolini. They are on PETA’s list of compassionate merchants who use alternative material. Of course they do use cow hide now and then. Nobody’s perfect!

Having said that, I am still on the fence on the claim that “animals are not ours to eat”. Rather, I’m unsure of the purpose and effect on an individual’s resolution of turning from real meat to soya products that are made to look like real meat.

So if you’re into chicken, in particular KFC, maybe you should not view this video.

Notts is a criminal haven?

First – Who removed my bookmarks on my google homepage?! Gee. You don’t realise how bad your memory really is until your bookmarks go missing. I’m officially in pain.

Nottingham has been named the 4th worst place to live in the UK. It was 7th in 2006.

Yes, my apartment was broken into. Yes, my neighborhood grocer and postal office were burglared. Yes, police sirens was a norm at night. Yes, I have friends who get robbed and beaten up. Yes, notices for witnesses to murders on the buses were common like concerts posters. Yes, the insurance premium is really high. Hey, who says we live in a perfect world? I recall avoiding the mashed snow and chewed gum more than the dark alleys of the evil market square. Of course, this is coming from someone who did not have a habit of locking her door.

It’s really not that bad, if you can bear with the inconvenience of broken windows and inaccessible grocers from time to time. When the police is cordoning off your area, just go watch a play or something. Plenty to do!


Adding Joan, Medha, and Areya to facebook is really time-twisting so much so that Michael J. Fox1 will be proud.

John is right. Back in 1997, the celebrity term ‘blogs’ did not exist. Web fanatics had personal websites with content of either daily muses (such as Pei and Jasmin) or simply design (the likes of Becca, Elisha, and Jennifer). Pretty much like now, except that no one expected to gain media-fame, or rather you can only be as famous as the cables can stretch on the seabed.

I guess it’s inevitable that we grow up, get married, move to a new country, have children and in short, move on. If we are still made to struggle and wrestle with cgi, perhaps the ahem celebrity bloggers will not be motivated to begin their online domination, let alone airbrush their banner images. Does this make me a conservative?

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The Bushy CNN saga continues…

Dan Rather sues CBS for $70 million
Dan Rather filed a $70 million lawsuit Wednesday against CBS, alleging the network made him a “scapegoat” for a discredited story about President Bush’s National Guard service.

Firstly, I have always enjoyed shows such as 60 minutes and 20-20 (partly blaming the GP tutor who made us stay updated with world news). I did not know about the saga until the public apology was made. At that time, it was rather disappointing. Yet, the suspicion never died. For everything that the corporate senior management has decided on, they will always drag a mattress behind them for safe landing.

Now I need to check for the interview rerun schedule on Larry King Live.

He lost it

Everyone is talking about it. He brought a military-issued armed rifle into the civilian realm. Fear of a replica of the Virginia shooting. Alas, in Singapore, it happened in Orchard Road.

Alot of speculation and of course it is related to a (failed) relationship.

As aptly put by the Bard –
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

– Romeo, Romeo & Juliet Act 1 Scene 1

It makes you wonder. If cupid is blind, does it make us even more so?

National Day Weekend begins

sitting in front of 2 40++ years old may be difficult. If they decide to talk as loud as if they were talking to the whole bus. Strange tales of yesteryears and past triumphs and moments of gusto peppered with the very cliche words, “aaahh, those were the days.” throughout the seemingly endless journey. i felt like dying. i suspect the sentiments are shared by all those in the bus.

Happy National Day! Again.

I wish I could sound more enthusiatic. The good thing about this year’s holiday is that it’s on a Monday. Way to go.