People seem to think I know what I want to be.
Actually, I don't.
I just know what I like.
And I pursue what I like. That's all.
But I guess that's almost as good as knowing what I want to be.
I just know I made the right choice of major here in university.
Go go go!!
Useless fact of the day: In advertising, products are either processed by the central or peripheral route of consumers' minds. It is central when the consumer is actively involved in the selection of the product down to the specifications; and peripheral when the consumer just looks at the advertisement or packaging to buy it.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Kinda Miss the Guy
As a result of media globalization, we in Singapore have been exposed to certain documentaries. In one of which a gung-ho Australian man clad in khakis and a jungle hat speaking in heavy Australian accent tells us a-bay-out crow-ka-dials.
Steve Irwin has just died from getting barbed by a sting ray while filming another documentary.
You can say his family and him must have been prepared for something to happen to him anytime, due to the nature of his profession.
But you kind of miss him when you know that he has passed on at a young age of 44.
That wild gleam in his eyes, whenever he finds himself outdoors introducing viewers to the indigenous creatures of the land, will be remembered.
Useless fact of the day: Shanghai is not going to build a bigger Disneyland. Yet.
Steve Irwin has just died from getting barbed by a sting ray while filming another documentary.
You can say his family and him must have been prepared for something to happen to him anytime, due to the nature of his profession.
But you kind of miss him when you know that he has passed on at a young age of 44.
That wild gleam in his eyes, whenever he finds himself outdoors introducing viewers to the indigenous creatures of the land, will be remembered.
Useless fact of the day: Shanghai is not going to build a bigger Disneyland. Yet.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Rollerblade's Fine,
But leave out the stinky protective gear please!
If not for the fact that we're both newbies, baby and I would never have agreed to put on the sweaty and potent-smelling elbow/palm/knee guards. Not in a million years!
But they served their purpose, as they took blow after blow in place of flesh hitting tarmac. At least I can now say that the next time I wear the rollerblades, I will be able to go further that I did today. It was hard to slow down once you gained momentum: you just want to keep the feeling there and keep going faster. It helped that there were little cyclists on the track, so the only collisions were with trees and the ground below.
Fisherman Village was closed for renovation, but that's only a blessing in disguise. It prevented us from developing that stinging craving for sweet and sour pork. The serene sea-view was obstructed by the canvas and the sight of demolished platforms where stalls used to be. Actually it's about time the place had a facelift. The wooden beach chairs where patrons sit were getting rickety. The next lucky obese person may just find his/her arse sprinkled with splinters.
Useless fact of the day: The amount of green colour seats on SBS buses have increased. From only 2 some time back, there are now 4. This really says something about our ageing population, doesn't it?
If not for the fact that we're both newbies, baby and I would never have agreed to put on the sweaty and potent-smelling elbow/palm/knee guards. Not in a million years!
But they served their purpose, as they took blow after blow in place of flesh hitting tarmac. At least I can now say that the next time I wear the rollerblades, I will be able to go further that I did today. It was hard to slow down once you gained momentum: you just want to keep the feeling there and keep going faster. It helped that there were little cyclists on the track, so the only collisions were with trees and the ground below.
Fisherman Village was closed for renovation, but that's only a blessing in disguise. It prevented us from developing that stinging craving for sweet and sour pork. The serene sea-view was obstructed by the canvas and the sight of demolished platforms where stalls used to be. Actually it's about time the place had a facelift. The wooden beach chairs where patrons sit were getting rickety. The next lucky obese person may just find his/her arse sprinkled with splinters.
Useless fact of the day: The amount of green colour seats on SBS buses have increased. From only 2 some time back, there are now 4. This really says something about our ageing population, doesn't it?
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