ATTENTION

I suppose it's time to set some things straight. I cannot condone it anymore. In real life, I'm helpless about it but some things can still salvage the situation. Here, in cyberspace, this place call my blog, I'm setting the rules. If you read my blog and understand my predicament, go spread the information. This is about keeping the rest of us who know, sane. Here goes.

When entering a bookstore,

DO:
1. KEEP your voice down. I know it's not a library but a public place, but it ain't your crib either, dig ( it is not your home either, understand?) ?

2. LOOK out for trolleys appearing anytime, anywhere. Yes, you'll be surprised how we bookstore folks can manouever the trolley even through the tinest of crevices ( nah, that's not true. We just go 'csuse me' ).

3. LOOK out for the trolleys, and get out of the @#$%& way~!!!

4. READ the sex-themed books boldly. Yes, we folks at the bookstore do appreciate you marching up to us and demanding the book in question be unwrapped, rather than you sneakily trying to avoid attention unto yourself by peeling at the plastic, thereby and inevitably attracting said attention of us bright-eared folks to YOU.

5. BE nice to the guard when the security gates sound after you pass by it. Could be lots of reasons: the gates malfunctioning, you actually stole something, library books... but never because of the security guards who are just doing their jobs by asking you to inconvenience yourself for just a while.

6. BELIEVE the price is right. Yes, it's unbelievably cheap. What is the problem here?

7. GIVE up and walk away when you hear yourself saying: " I can't remember the title and/or the author, but I know how the book looks like."

8. KEEP all writing apparatus and materials in your bags, except those you intend to purchase from the stationery department. THIS IS NOT A @#&^%* LIBRARY~!

9. NOT COPY~!!! Or make any notes, be it the title or author or other reference titles or whatever... PLEASE RESPECT COPYRIGHT.

10. NOT take pictures or video using your bloody 3G mobile.

There, I've done it. That feels good.

DISCLAIMER: All points stated above are purely views and opinions of blog writer and are not in any way intended for audiences who misuse and abuse books and the people who look after them.

To have a Casino or Not to have a Casino, is that a question?

I figured, the concerns are not without cause. A casino breeds gamblers. My religion teaches me not to gamble but to be a good steward of the money I have, but the word 'Casino' does not exist in the Book.

The good thing is...actually, there are many good things. Firstly, it creates jobs for people. Next, in order to be a metropolis like the US of A, we got to have something like that. Think of the tourist influx. That and the hot spot for all-rounded entertainment. The bad thing... Gamblers. Bank robberies. Break-ins.

Ultimately, it's about control. Self-control. I'm guessing the casino that Singapore might plan to have is not going to be the full-fledged sort armed with show girls and magic shows, although magic shows are kind of like entertainment for the whole family ( sans dad/mom/granddad/grandma). It's going to be more like Macau, perhaps. I've never been to Macau, and never heard anything glitzy or about it so I think it's a good format.

I've seen Las Vegas, the TV series about a casino. There are actually staff monitoring specific guests and they can advise them to stop their game, in exchange for something like a free buffet or grand suite.

It is quite interesting to know how this goes. Because this is about Singapore's evolving. I suppose the idea of a casino is very exciting, but at the same time, it's not about having a casino at your backyard. It's the whole country, and the after effects have to be considered.

Oh yes, saw this in the news just now: secondary school boys soliciting prostitutes, or vice versa. And they say Singapore is boring *sic*

New skin. New look. New life?

Well, maybe.

Made a decision, and that about contradicts everything I ever said about it. I'm not going to say what, because those who know me already know.

What I have learned from it is, whatever you choose to go and do, it usually does not happen. Because your heart isn't into it. You just want something, anything to happen, so that you can forget your temporal frustration.

I admit, the period of searching for a job got to me. I thought I could breeze through the waiting. I was wrong. It was probably one of the worst moments in my life, other than my mom's passing. That and the fact that I have not reconcile myself with the fact that despite that, life still goes on and it will still go on, no matter how far you run.

I forgot that I have friends who are willing to talk. I just need to go to them and they will be there. At that point, all I saw was a dot and what a crap time I had afterward.

People I know are surprised that I chose to stay where I am. I admit, I had them convinced about me leaving. I really felt that way, and after much rest, I realized it was just burnout. Everyone goes through it.

That, or there wan't other available jobs out there. Or I'm just too comfortable and unwilling to try new things. Rather stay in my comfort zone. The reasons to stay or leave are all relative.

I just want to let those people who are concerned about my decision to stay know that, I'm happy here. I'm not forcing myself to be happy. There are as many reasons for me to stay as there are for me to leave. God has put me here, and I cannot fight that.

I knocked on doors...not that many as I thought I should, and those doors remained closed. I looked away from a door that I so much wanted to knock, but did not because of fear. When it was opened to me, I took a step in and the rest is all pre-determined. How I walk the path has already been set.

All right, I shall stop the babbling. Hope you guys get what I'm saying. If you don't, go experience it yourself. None of us are infallible. The mistakes we make help us see the things we denied ourselves of at an earlier time.

Control, control...

I do not mean the remote control.

Had a breakdown in front of somebody recently. Despite telling myself many times "I will not break down", I did. The person went away for a while to get tissue, and that gave me some time to regain composure. It was embarassing.

How many times in life have we woken up in the morning and wished that things were different, better? That things were so much easier yesterday, than today. 'How am I going to get through today?' It's that one thought in your mind when you wake up in the morning that will make, or break the day.

I'm working very hard not to be emotional. Depend and gauge situations according to how I feel. It's tough not to care, but I'm going to do it anyway. If people around me find it unbearable, they can jolly well make a move.

Where did 'I' go? I prefer 'me' last time, than now.