Friday, August 27, 2010
Denime XX Type hot soak+handwash
Threw my Denimes into some boiling water, because they smell a bit, and I was feeling bored. Waited for the water to cool off, then poured in some soap, and rinsed a few times. Yellowish-green gunk, indigo stained water... Yup, I am a clean boy.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Puma
I am rather happy that Puma, which is associated with adidas, and not Nike, made this ad. Me likey.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Joy
Joy overflowing, running over.
A fresh start.
Looking forward.
Nehemiah 8:10 "Do not sorrow, for the joy of the LORD is your strength."
A fresh start.
Looking forward.
Nehemiah 8:10 "Do not sorrow, for the joy of the LORD is your strength."
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Public Transport
While I have a deep appreciation for, in my humble opinion, the extremely well-planned, convenient, and comfortable public transport infrastructure in Singapore, I rather dislike taking public transport, especially during peak hours. Call me spoilt, but I DO NOT enjoy having my personal space invaded by every Tom, Dick, Harry, and even Jane, Mary, and Sally.
Case in point: I, on this very rare occasion, managed to get a seat in a comfortably empty MRT carriage this morning. With beautiful thoughts of settling down and having a good read to pass time on the long train ride, I took a seat and was rather pleased with how the day was going. Next thing I know, a lady, and I am stretching the use of the word here, sits down in the seat beside me. And THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE RIDE, SHE SITS SO CLOSE TO ME THAT OUR SHOULDERS ARE PRESSING UP AGAINST EACH OTHER. I tried to create some space by leaning to the other side, and even shifting rather obviously, and even leaning forward to pose like some superhero, but SHE WAS OBLIVIOUS! It was like she's thinking, 'Hmmmm... I seem to have more space now, let's see how much more space I can have on my right. Oh, there seems to be a guy on my right, but he doesn't seem to need a lot of space, while I need more space than my body can take up.'
Now, I understand that I am not the slimmest guy around, but I try not to take up more space than necessary. I don't spread my legs wide open like I have a tumor in my nether-regions, nor do I try to puff myself up with imaginary muscles, and encroach into other people's personal space. And I absolutely dislike someone's shoulder, or other assorted body parts pressing up against me while I am trying to enjoy my train ride. AND SHE WAS LIKE HALF AS WIDE AS ME! And she was taking up more space than me. I was so tempted to take a picture of her face, and post it on the Internet, to warn people not to sit beside her.
Rare enjoyable train ride, ruined.
All said, I would like to think I do not infringe on someone else's space; even while standing in a crowded train, I try to make myself take up as little space as possible. But I think it all boils down to being considerate. And you cannot be considerate to other people when you think that you are entitled to acting like you are entitled to something. But hey, I am entitled to my space too! The seats are contoured for a reason... One more thing, why does the MRT companies allow so many people to squeeze into the trains or buses when there is a maximum number of commuters allowed in one carriage or bus? This is a safety hazard, and makes the ride oh-so-unpleasant. Just increase the frequency of the trains or buses, so that people will not want to rush and squeeze for 45 minutes just so they can shave off 2 minutes of their traveling time.
That's my beef with public transport, the public. Public transport in Singapore is practically like a movie; you get to see the good, the bad, and the plain ugly. I have a love-hate relationship with public transport; I love the transport, I hate the public taking it. But not to take public transport would mean petrol costs, ridiculously overinflated yet ineffectual ERP rates, exorbitant parking fees. But that is another story for another day.
Case in point: I, on this very rare occasion, managed to get a seat in a comfortably empty MRT carriage this morning. With beautiful thoughts of settling down and having a good read to pass time on the long train ride, I took a seat and was rather pleased with how the day was going. Next thing I know, a lady, and I am stretching the use of the word here, sits down in the seat beside me. And THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE RIDE, SHE SITS SO CLOSE TO ME THAT OUR SHOULDERS ARE PRESSING UP AGAINST EACH OTHER. I tried to create some space by leaning to the other side, and even shifting rather obviously, and even leaning forward to pose like some superhero, but SHE WAS OBLIVIOUS! It was like she's thinking, 'Hmmmm... I seem to have more space now, let's see how much more space I can have on my right. Oh, there seems to be a guy on my right, but he doesn't seem to need a lot of space, while I need more space than my body can take up.'
Now, I understand that I am not the slimmest guy around, but I try not to take up more space than necessary. I don't spread my legs wide open like I have a tumor in my nether-regions, nor do I try to puff myself up with imaginary muscles, and encroach into other people's personal space. And I absolutely dislike someone's shoulder, or other assorted body parts pressing up against me while I am trying to enjoy my train ride. AND SHE WAS LIKE HALF AS WIDE AS ME! And she was taking up more space than me. I was so tempted to take a picture of her face, and post it on the Internet, to warn people not to sit beside her.
Rare enjoyable train ride, ruined.
All said, I would like to think I do not infringe on someone else's space; even while standing in a crowded train, I try to make myself take up as little space as possible. But I think it all boils down to being considerate. And you cannot be considerate to other people when you think that you are entitled to acting like you are entitled to something. But hey, I am entitled to my space too! The seats are contoured for a reason... One more thing, why does the MRT companies allow so many people to squeeze into the trains or buses when there is a maximum number of commuters allowed in one carriage or bus? This is a safety hazard, and makes the ride oh-so-unpleasant. Just increase the frequency of the trains or buses, so that people will not want to rush and squeeze for 45 minutes just so they can shave off 2 minutes of their traveling time.
That's my beef with public transport, the public. Public transport in Singapore is practically like a movie; you get to see the good, the bad, and the plain ugly. I have a love-hate relationship with public transport; I love the transport, I hate the public taking it. But not to take public transport would mean petrol costs, ridiculously overinflated yet ineffectual ERP rates, exorbitant parking fees. But that is another story for another day.
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