It is done. For better or worse, I have more or less inked down my career path for the next three years.

I'm mostly quietly ecstatic, because this is a dream come true. What surprises me, is that a small part of me is also feeling bittersweet at the same time.

I don't really know why. A foolish notion that I've succumbed to my more ambitious side? A quarter-life crisis? Worried that I've been assimiliated into the teeming working masses? Hmmm.

Maybe I'm just way too free. There's a thought.

Filed under: Personal

My friend composed and wrote the lyrics for this mandarin song. Hopefully, it's not copyrighted or anything like that. Be sure to turn up the volume, since it's somewhat soft.

Listening to the lyrics and the strain of the piano makes me green with envy that I don't have and will likely never possess an iota of his songwriting skill and talent.

That said, I do have one saving grace though. Anyone who has heard me sing and actually lived to tell about it can vouch for the uncanny resemblance between my singing voice and the performer's.

Really.

Previous blog entry here.

Filed under: Personal

Slate has a humorous article written by a lady who found her courage to take up singing lessons. A really amusing read, especially if you're looking for insults to hurl at the next donkey who brays in front of you.

My family actively exploits my handicap. On long car rides, while some people play the license plate game, my husband and 9-year-old daughter egg me on to compete against them in "The Worst Singer Contest." I am undefeated. My husband describes my voice as like "a police scanner searching for a frequency."

In case you think she's exaggerating about her singing, she provides a demonstration here. Kind of makes me wonder how she sounded before lessons. On second thought, I think I'll leave that pleasure to her husband and child. Kudos to her bravery though. In her shoes, I'd have gone through a thousand hells to avoid performing in front of a 100-strong crowd.

Don't forget to check out the comments page. Some of the comments are cruel, but some are funny in their own right. Here's one by rundeep:

And if you enjoy singing, by all means keep doing it and don't worry about what anyone thinks. However, forget every other poster who has encouraged you with the lie that you will improve. Technique can be improved but basic vocal quality and pitch in my experience cannot. If you can't sing back a pitch (and manifestly you cannot) the odds are good you never will. I look forward to your next adventure with an odd mix of trepidation and joy. (Maybe you could try Kabuki?)

Filed under: Article, Humour

Last Saturday, I attended a song writing and performance competition at Tampines Mall. I'm usually not a huge fan of such contests, but turned up to support a friend who had gotten through to the semi-finals.

My friend, although a veteran at such competitions, was a nervous wreck.

Who could blame him? A competition at this level can launch careers and probably 11/12 of the crowd present would have loved to see him fail.

One by one, the contestants took their turns at the stage. Some were good while some were merely average. The performance of the better contestants left me acutely aware of my own lack where musical talent is involved. Oh I like music just fine, but can't make it to save my life. Despite almost four years of torture during my teenage years, I never could tell between G minor and D minor, unless a pianist rammed a note down my throat. My instrument of choice (actually, there wasn't much choice) was also dubious. I didn't learn the classically sexy piano and violin. Neither was I assigned the cool drums. Nor did I learn the laidback guitar. Instead, I was stuck with two rubbish cans masquerading as a set of tympanies. Tuning the duo involved lots of desperate spinning, curses and prayers, instead of a simple step or release of a foot pedal. Rating on the cool scale? 0. Rating on the sex appeal scale? -(3.2 ^ 4 million).

So it is with a deep regret that I watched most performances, where youngsters banged away on the organ, strummed their guitars, or sung in harmony. How great it'd be if I could tickle the ivories elegantly and effortlessly. How nice it'd be if I could play an intrument halfway decent for it to be an outlet for frustration.

I have of course, blatantly overlooked the hours of hard training that it takes for young musicians to attain a certain level of professionalism, despite having heard horror stories of piano grade exams. I don't need the exams or certification, merely the ability to play and to enjoy the process.

My friend did not make it to the finals, although I sincerely thought his song was better than certain songs which did get through. He'll get over the disappointment, write better songs. Maybe one day, he'll finally sell one to an established singer and start his own career. Maybe one day, I will find the courage to take up lessons.

Filed under: Personal, Musings

I finally gave in and got my copy of Guild Wars. It blew my budget to where the sun don't shine, and my dietary needs for next month will consist of air and grass. Enjoying the game a lot, even though it gave me a few bad moments when I stumbled upon this David Beckham lookalike avatar.

The resemblance is almost scary, especially from the front. Needless to say, this avatar got deleted. Give me my barbie elementalist anyday...

Filed under: SpotTheDifference, >Gaming

Sky blue box. Silvery-white ribbons. What does Citigem's giftboxes remind you of? Visually jog your memory here.

I wouldn't be flashing those boxes if I were the girls. Not when they come across as low-class and unoriginal Tiffany & Co. substitutes.

Filed under: SpotTheDifference

Case of the Proliferate Complimentary Tissues

Location: Amara Shopping Centre Foodcourt

Time: 1300 hrs

Classification: Top-Secret-which-oddly-surprises-no-one

Case Description: During lunch hours on weekdays, complimentary packets of tissue paper will appear on the deserted chairs and tables in this location. Sightings have been reported to escalate to the hundreds. On questioning surrounding witnesses, it appears that the donors of these complimentary gifts are usually anonymous. In addition, the the ravenous lunch crowd waiting to get seats always give the empty seats which bear the gifts a wide berth. Cause of such irrational behaviour is unknown.

File Photo:

Objects of mystery are circled (hint: not pretty legs)

Investigative Experiment: One complimentary packet of tissue paper was removed and an undercover agent proceeded to occupy the seat. When this failed to elicit any immediate reaction, the agent removed all 3 complimentary packets of tissue paper from the table. Again observing no reaction, the agent decided to abandon the experiment. Upon walking away however, the agent was accosted by a furious woman carrying a hot bowl of fish soup. Under the impression that his cover had been blown, the agent quickly left the scene, but not before a missile identified as a fishball was launched at his head.

Case Finding: The packets of tissue paper are complimentary but takers are advised to occupy the seat the packet was found on and not walk away. This is believed to forestall unfortunate misunderstandings. Recommended action has the added benefit of easily located seats during lunch hour.

Additional Note: Packets of tissue paper may be substituted with umbrella or mineral water at the donor's will (see File Photo). Finding should nonetheless similarly apply.

Filed under: Humour, Picture

So both Carrie Underwood and Bo Bice of American Idol fame have released their first singles. Like past winners, both CDs have a song performed by both during the finals. This time round, this song is titled "Inside Your Heaven". The chorus goes like this:

And I wanna be inside your heaven
Take me to the place you cry from
Where the storm blows you away
I wanna be the one that holds you
Every bit of air you're breathing in, a soothing wind

I wanna be inside your heaven

Is it just me, or are the lyrics very masculine-oriented? "I want to be inside your heaven", "place you cry from", "storm blows you away" all invoke a mental image of a really pitiful and wimpy SNAG when Carrie sings.

Not a very flattering song considering our fragile male egos. This is marginally better for the alpha male:

And I wanna be inside your warzone

Take me to the place you roar from

Where you blow the storms away

I wanna be the one that you hold

Every bit of wind I'm breathing in, your manly fart
I wanna be inside your warzone

Not sure it'd sell though.

Filed under: Humor

1) Apple, the new Microsoft?
Apple faces litigation threat from Contois Music & Technology for allegedly willfully infringing upon a patent similar in concept to iPod. What's more, the article also highlights a slew of complaints against Apple, most of which have to do with unfair competition.

2) X-Men vs. Zoom
Sony Pictures and Relevation Studios is being sued by Marvel and Fox for allegedly sponging off the popular comic and motion picture franchise X-Men. The movie, Zoom's Academy, is charged with "copy[ing] key elements, concepts, themes, characters and story lines from 'X-Men'". The website (not sure if it's related to the movie since it appears to sell books) does boast an insignia of a Z, which if you squint very long and very hard, appears to look like an X. See it yet? Indeed, X-Men fans should be outraged.

Did I mention Zoom's Academy is a comedy? Starring Tim Allen? 'Nuff said. X-Men will blow them to pieces.

3) Legal Music Downloads on the Rise (Not)
Slashdot links to a report claiming that 35% of music listeners are legally downloading them via services like iPod. The report even predicts that this percentage will surpass those listeners who illegally download music, currently standing at 40% of surveyed listeners.

Boing Boing quickly reports on a comment thoroughly tearing the statistics into shreds. not a very convincing survey I must say. Straits Times could take lessons. Journalistic Stats 101: How to Misrepresent and Mislead.

Furthermore, international laws on what constitutes legal downloads are also pretty sketchy. This Russian site, for example, offers downloads at an average of USD$0.10 per song (128kbps mp3). Coldplay's entire album can be downloaded at USD$1.76, even cheaper than pirated CDs I used to see in Pasar Malams (neighbourhood night markets, not literal translation). A quick scan of the website's legal information shows that royalties are paid to Russian authorities under the "Law of the Russian Federation". At that kind of price, royalties that are paid to the artistes, if paid at all, must border on nil.

Filed under: Article, Movies, Technology, Entertainment

Definitely a blech Monday, considering how I

a) woke up at 6am intending to go for a run
b) discovered it was raining
c) reset my alarm to 7.30am
d) woke up again at 7.45am
e) wondered why alarm did not ring
f) discovered it was set to 7.30pm instead.

So I've managed to put off yet another run, yet wake up inhumanely early and ironically still wake up late.

Blech! I love Stone Soup.

Filed under: Personal, Humour

Terraforming (literally, "Earth-shaping") is the process of modifying a planet, moon or other body to a more habitable atmosphere, temperature or ecology. It is a type of planetary engineering. The term is sometimes used very broadly as a synonym for planetary engineering in general; see that article for related information. This article primarily focuses on the modification of atmospheric and thermal conditions. (Source)

Wikipedia has a pretty comprehensive page on terraforming, exploring the ethical concerns and scientific possibilities of such a massive endeavour.

Another Space.com article by Dave Brody also does a pretty good roundup of terraforming. It highlights a series of (somewhat humorous) steps summarizing Konstantin Tsiolkovsky's action plan for terraforming.

Enthusiasts of the subject matter can also pick up Stephen Baxter's Moonseed, which compellingly weaves Hollywood action together with space science and physics.

Kind of makes me wish Singapore was large enough to have its own space program.

Filed under: Article, Space, SF

Top Row: Japanese Shopping Bag, Chinese Pizza Hut Ad
Bottom Row: Channel 8 Soap Opera

One sells liquor, the other sells pizza, the third sells terrible dramas.

Filed under: SpotTheDifference

The wicked wicked questions posed by MercerMachine stumped me for quite a bit (I wasn't skiving!), but here are my responses:

1) You have been chosen to participate in the next season of the reality TV show 'Survivor'. What is your strategy? How many people will you outwit, outlast and outplay?

Look. Singaporeans would totally OWN the show if we were on it. We'd eat the other contestants for breakfast and pick our teeth with their bones. That's why there's not a single local on the series even after so many seasons. Oh, and the fact that "Survivor" is an American production probably means something as well, but nevermind that.

My strategy is three-pronged: Outbitch, Outlust and Outweigh.

Outbitch: The way I see it, I totally have dibs on this. I know some other Survivor-wannabes have tried this but got their asses handed back to them on a platter. But that's simply because they haven't bitched enough. I should know. The genes for bitching and generally throwing snits is hardcoded into my national DNA. I can bitch about the sand, the sun, the moon, the water, the wind, the lack of wind, the air, ugly pubic hair... you name it. Why, they even wrote an article in the Straits Times about this! Except some hotshot chairman from a hotshot agency called it "whine", but "Outwhine" didn't rhyme with "Outwit". It only took me a couple hours of whining about the very lack of rhyme before I decided on the term "Outbitch". I am nothing if not amazingly flexible.

Outlust: Trade secret here, but the point is to drive all the contestants mad, so that they'd escape into the jungle and get themselves eaten ala "Lost" or jump into the sea and get themselves eaten ala "The Deep Blue Sea". What's that? What about Singaporean's legendary low sex drive you ask? Wouldn't that sort of impede the plan? Well of course you don't actually have to do it, you know. Who has the time? You just have to pretend. It's reality TV afterall!

Outweigh: The advantages to this seemingly obscure strategy is two-fold. A) To outweigh everybody, you'd have to imbibe an unholy amount of food. That'd starve your tribe mates and drive them closer towards that jungle or deep blue sea. B) You are too heavy to cart anyplace you don't want to be anyway. And if you don't go to the tribal council, then you can't be voted out can you?

If all else fails, use a couple of durians to drive everyone mad. But there's bound to be some hardy opponents. Restage the PCK musical to take care of the fools.

2) Sarong Party Girl and xiaxue are in a baby oil wrestling match. Who would you bet money on? Who would you like to see more skin from?

Okay see, Mercer is being totally diabolical here. No matter who I pick, I risk getting mauled by a) Intrepidette b) SPG's white knights c) Xiaxue's sisterhood d) feminists e) passivists (hmmm irony?) f) anti-gambling conservatives g) prudish conservatives.

What have I done to deserve this??

Anyhow, Xiaxue probably can't get too naked. She's the ambassador of some clothing line, so she has to wear their tees. Even while in a baby oil wrestling match. SPG is more daring... and she'll probably win on account that Xiaxue will be too busy critiquing her opponent's breasts.

Man, if Mrs Mercer ever reads this question and realizes his subconscious fantasies, Mercer is going to get permanently exiled to underneath the couch!

3) If you could be one fictional character, who would it be? If you could have one superpower, what would it be?

Ho Hum. So what makes you think I'm real? Hmm. That picture on the right is not really me. That description below is not me either. I'm really a cop moonlighting as a stripper in Geylang with powers of mesmerism, and this is my fictional self!

Otherwise, I'd be the Wart (that's young King Arthur) from The Once and Future King, experiencing the wonders of the world for the first time. However, I'd have the power to manipulate weather, like Storm of The Uncanny X-men. Why Storm? 24 years of sucky, winterless weather, that's why.

4) Who has been the greatest personal influence in your life and why?

My parents. They're not perfect, and they don't need to be. But everything I am, everything I can be, everything I am not, will not be, can mostly be attributed to them. I am lucky to have received an education as well as work experience, but those alone do not and will not define me.

5) Boxers or briefs? Alternately, corset or teddy?

You know, I don't think a teddy will look fetching on me. Hmmm. Yep. I'm pretty sure I'd look like a clown. A corset's just too painful. I like to leave my ribs intact, thank you very much. I had no idea Mercer was so open-minded by the way. Exciting life he leads.

Briefs normally, boxers when I run out of briefs, but never when I don't expect to be in an air-conditioned room. Some parts of the body were never meant to perspire. (So alternatively, a teddy, but not for me! ;) )

Bonus Round: Is there an Intrepidette in your life? If so, what attracted you to her? If not, would you consider doing as Sandralicious and triple period have done and advertise on your blog to win a date with the Cap'n?

I will never, ever advertise for a date. Can't risk a stampede. The millions of you waiting out there with bated breaths can give up in disappointment now!

Yep, there's an Intrepidette in my life. She works in Bloomberg and is a whiz with money and figures, whereas my eyes glaze over upon hearing words like debit, credit, bonds and P&L earnings. Her humor, her eyes, her legs, her laugh- everything attracted me... Failing which she will proceed to skin me alive. Know Angelina Jolie's Mrs. Smith? Pfffttt! Well, Intrepidette doesn't need knives, guns or any body parts. Just a look from her will slay me and stop my heart... just like how it was when I first met her.

On that lovey-dovey and mushy note, here are the rules of the game!

The Official Interview Game Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying interview me.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. Each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Filed under: Humour, Blog, Blogger, Personal

1) The Price of Intrepidity: USD $8.50
Was trawling my referral pages when I found:

I don't know whether to be pleased that someone would "buy" my blog, or to be insulted that the price tag is lower than a meal at Kenny Rogers (gee thanks, I'm literally cheaper than a chicken). Click on the thumbnail to see it in context (tight briefs for gays!?), or visit the actual source if it's still there!

What Froogle got wrong:

a) Image: That's Kenneth Tan of Golden Village, not me. Blog entry here.
b) Words: That's an exerpt from a post about over-quota email accounts, not tight briefs. Blog entry here.
c) Tight briefs: I was talking about Superman's sexy briefs, not offering them for sale. Blog entry here.

I think I'll settle with being tickled.

2) Boing Boing Boing

Lean further away from your monitor.... further... just a bit further... Okay. Now squint and tell me what the boing boing mascot is boing on. Hit F5 or refresh if she has stopped boing.

3) No Scorpion Sex

No matter how sexy the scorpion is. Because they kill in many painful ways. In this case, I think it's AIDS that it'll use, courtesy of a French ad agency if I'm not wrong.

Oh wait. That's a butt. Am I going to get 3000 page hits a day now or must it be a nipple?

Filed under: Humour, Blog, Picture

China goes on the record to say that America should not impose limits on Chinese textile imports because politics and business should not mix. (See today's Straits Times for source, also here and here.)

I'm sure the repurcussions (training sessions and a festival cancelled, FTA talks possibly delayed) which occurred after then-DPM Lee Hsien Loong visited Taiwan was all a matter of business rather than politics then.

Slick.

Filed under: Politics

So here I am, 5.45am on a Sunday morning, lying alone on a man-made bluff on the beach. The guys have all fallen asleep, despite the steady and constant thump of techno music noise from the chalet nextdoor. They sleep like logs, the lucky bastards. I, on the other hand, have to escape from the cacophony into the relative peace of the shore.

But even here, I am not truly alone.

Campers chat and laugh companionably in groups. Children ride their bikes and play a game of badminton without nets. In the distance, small boats, identifiable only by their tiny bobbing lights, drift along the murky and mysterious darkness of the sea. The waves lap at the shore, a simple music that soothes and relaxes. Crickets chirp and cicadas whir, awaiting the approach of dawn.

Overhead, the star-speckled sky remains dark, as if obstinately holding off the too-harsh glare of the sun that would come in a few hours. In its domain, the world is softer and gentler, and yet somehow slyly secretive with the promise of dawn. The universe beckons and appears to offer boundless possiblities- another day, another night, another time.

It is simple to lie on this small bluff, to shut my eyes and await the sunrise. Simple to be content, even if only for this hour, immersed in the cadence of the beach and the symphony of the night.

Filed under: Personal, Nature, Musings

Microsoft releases a free beta of Acrylic, an "illustration, painting and graphics tool" that works presumably with pixels and vectors (I'm no graphics designer.. what else is there besides these two?).

Currently standing at a mere 77mb download, it's hard to imagine how Acrylic can challenge the incumbent behemoth Photoshop. It's nice to see Adobe getting decent competition though. Perhaps it's not a standalone installer. Maybe I should go install it. I shudder at installing a Microsoft Beta product though, seeing how bugridden their official releases are.

Pretty website:

Update: Guy reviews Acrylic, gets flamed. Slashdot posts an entry pointing to the "initial review", gets flamed.

Filed under: Technology, Microsoft, Blogging

Nowadays, it seems that one out of five websites I visit screams:

"TOM CRUISE JUMPS ON SOFA"

"KATIE HOLMES JUMPS ON STAGE"

"KATIE HOLMES AND TOM CRUISE JUMP ON EACH OTHER"

"KATIE HOLMES AND TOM CRUISE JUMP OFF A BUILDING"

or some other equally sensational variation.

I realize I'm only contributing to the hype, but enough already! Leave them alone. Leave me alone. If I have to read another "Tom snogs Katie" headline on my RSS reader, I'll go stark raving mad.

If the screeching tabloids weren't enough, there's now even a website (FreeKatie) that seeks to "free Katie" from evil Cruise. Anyone else besides me noticed that "FreeKatie" sounds like "Freak Katie"? Maybe we'll have "FreekTom" as well. How sweet is that. The Hollywood Freaks.

Until that happy happy day, free me instead.

Update: Tom and Katie are engaged! I know! Absolutely shocking! I had no inkling they were together as well!

Filed under: Entertainment, Humour

Slashdot has two discussions on why you should/ shouldn't write down your passwords.

I haven't finished browsing through the threads, but the argument seems to go like this:

a) People tend to forget strong passwords (something like xb7t8Rc)
b) People are encouraged not to write down their passwords
c) People set weak passwords (something like qwerty)

I think there is an assumption that b -> c is true and hence the contrapositive ¬c -> ¬b is also believed true: If people set strong passwords, they have been encouraged to write down their passwords.

How this translates into ¬b -> ¬c (if people are encouraged to write down their passwords, they will not set weak passwords) I don't know. Similarly, "If I am a man, I am happy" and "If I am not a man, I am sad" are not exactly logical equivalents.

Which security expert out there is aghast at this? I can imagine millions of infosec people and security auditors dreading that users will listen to such advice, perform selective reasoning, and come up with a combination of the worst factors possible, ie, write down their passwords AND set weak passwords. Imagine pieces of paper that say "qwerty" floating everywhere. The horror.

Hackers will be out of jobs.

Filed under: Article, Technology

The two have more in common than most realize:

A) Getting that scholarship
LotR: Bilbo Baggins chances upon The Ring (made of gold). Gollum yells "My Precioooouuusss" in agony.
Realworld: You open the email (which promises gold). Competitors yell "My Precioooouuusss" in agony.

B) Spending that allowance
LotR: Frodo is tempted to put on The Ring. But doing so will cause a legion of Bad Guys to descend upon him.
Realworld: You are tempted to buy that shiny new PC. But doing so will cause a legion of debtors to descend upon you. (There's also your furious parents who yell "bai4 jia1 zi3" (loosely translated as spendthrift) and wave huge piggy banks in an attempt to get you to save up. Scary.)

C) Academic Expectations
LotR: Frodo has to fight ugly orcs, goblins and spiders. By the end of it, he becomes perpetually ill.
Realworld: You have to fight falling grades, nasty deadlines and almost impossible assignments so that you can maintain a "scholar's grade". By the end of it, you feel perpetually tired. (Fortunately I'm already on my final year... with 2 satisfactory/ unsatisfactory options to go!)

D) Moronic Tendencies
LotR: People watch a movie about Frodo's brave and wondrous exploits... and wonder if he and Sam are gay partners.
Realworld: People read your blog about your brave and wondrous exploits... and wonder how you managed to land the scholarship.

E) Surreal Babes
LotR: Frodo gets to meet drop dead gorgeous elves Arwen and Galadriel because he has The Ring.
Realworld: You get to meet drop dead gorgeous elves... only if you dream hard enough.

F) Disclaimer
LotR: The author needs to inform everyone that even though LotR comes in three volumes, it's actually a single novel and not a trilogy.
Realworld: All opinions expressed here are entirely my own and do not represent NUS, IDA, NCS or any other organizations I am affiliated with.

There. It's done. I self-proclaim this the most creative attempt to introduce a disclaimer. Ever.

Filed under: Humour

Suree Tasty Suree Good! (No. This is not Singlish.)



Easy-Off BANG! So strong, even the promoter is gone!




Oh Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a place called NTUC.
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
and cut him open one day for some amazing stuff!

FootEx - We live to deliver be slippers!

Filed under: Humour, Picture

The father of Microsoft is heading to Singapore! Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to get away from work to attend this seminar. I do however, have a list of questions for Mr. Gates. Anyone who passes them along successfully will be rewarded with a mention in the local papers and at least 1 blog.

1) Have you ever been called Billy Goat by children?
2) Have you ever been called Billy Goat by Larry Ellison (Oracle's CEO) or Steve Jobs?
3) What on earth was Microsoft thinking when they codenamed Longhorn? Long and Horny?
4) Turning in 360 degrees brings you back to your original position. How's XBox 360 supposed to be different again?
5) How large (in terrabytes) is Microsoft's knowledge base of system bugs?
6) Where did the easter egg in older versions of Excel go?
7) Can you describe Linux in three words?
8) Microsoft have been blasted for failing to back gay rights. You are in the land where gays are reputed to have contributed significantly to HIV figures. Are you afraid?
9) If you had a say in Antitrust laws, what would you change?
10) Aim a deathray at one corporation. Which would it be?

Filed under: Technology, Singapore, Microsoft

Simple lives, simple dreams.

On the morning of his high school graduation ceremony, Scott Moody, teen and aspiring farmer, used a .22-caliber rifle to shoot his grandmother, grandfather, mother, sister, two friends and himself. (source, possible motive)

The shootings took place in "white-paneled, two-story" houses surrounded by corn and soybean fields. Somewhere in the archives of the Bellefontaine Examiner, an ad from Scott's sister and mother reads “Good luck and have fun!”.

Growing old with each other... Seeing a child graduate... Falling in love... Making lives, precious lives... No more.

Simple lives and possibly simple dreams, torn asunder.

Filed under: Article, Personal

A simple enough mistake:

changes the image of Adam Khoo Learning Technologies Group (AKLTG- "Empowering Lives Designing Destinies") from a potential child care centre to a potential child smuggling/ slavery centre.

Maybe they should target less lofty aims before handling the big stuff. Something like "Empowering Vocabulary Designing Notices" would be great.

Meanwhile, stay clear of my life and destiny, thank you very much.

Filed under: Humour, Picture