Indonesia Fuel Protest - Isn't it Expected?

I was revolted reading an article about the protest at Channelnewsasia.com

With kerosene is jacked up 185.7%. Diesel oil up 104%. Premium petrol goes higher by 87.5%. Poor - Middle Class - Rich.

Huh??? The poor are being slapped with a higher increase of price?!

To be fair, the article did mention that the govt will help the poor by giving a short term subsidy. But don't they understand that the anger is not solely due to the increase per se, but how the hike to certain groups (read: The Rich & Middle Class) is illogically lesser than that to the other (read: The Poor).

That comparison is what, I believe, infuriates the mass.
And the govt just simply don't get it. *sigh*

Try to do it this way, instead.
Up the price of kerosene, diesel oil & premium petrol by 87.5%, 104%, and 185.7% respectively.

Spam Me...Yes!

To continue the experiment: this article ought to be spammed as I'm going to 'edit' the article after publishing it.

Sit & watch...
* edit *

Spam Me...Not!

Okay, I think I've figured it out why I was spammed apparently more than the rest of the bloggers & why it was only for certain articles.

For those articles that were spam-free, I didn't do any 'editing' once I published them.

So the trick is to revise, revise, and revise the entry--yup, the curse of a perfectionist--before clicking the "Publish Post" button.

Let me test the hypothesis with this article.
Have no spam, I say!

Annotation to Entry X.

For those critical readers:

- Although she started blogging since June 2003, the choice of my moniker was not inspired by her.

- I came across her redoubtable blog as I happened to be curious whether there were any other Anonymous X-s out there (yeah, I should have done this before—and not after—creating my site). I used Yahoo, I searched for “Anonymous X” and there she was, at Search Result No.6.

- Yup, admittedly I was inconsistent at first. Having a user name Anonymous_X, but showing Anonymous X in my profile. This has since been rectified.

Entry X. Enter: Anonymous X

Be observant and halt your jumping to conclusion. Notice the lack of underscore between Anonymous and X?

This article is therefore not about me. It is about a 26-year lady blogger from Canada whose sweet, captivating style of honesty is rather too much for me, although at the same time inexplicably compels me to check out her blog. Regularly.

Might be an alarming trend, huh? A blog-stalker. :-\ Sheesh…We are living in a sick world.

Anyway, here is the link to her blog (Have I told you that I’ve got her permission to let me write about her in this article? So no, courtesy is not yet extinct—even in this sick world. And yes, I’m practising it. I hope.)

http://www.livejournal.com/users/anonymouswriter/

Oh incidentally, she quoted in her Bio:

"There's something about my life. It's just automatically true that nothing actually happens."

I'll be really impressed if you know where that quote came from.

It’s from “My So-Called Life”, right? The voiceover of the character, Brian Krakow? So you’re impressed already?

Well, don’t be.
It’s not really that hard to hunt for that piece of information. ;-)

Cinderella, Man!

It was a night of a clean fight. Literally.

Truly a magical evening when the washing machine adamantly refused to perform its job. Great! -- And here I was trying hard to hold on to that rare early-Sunday-feeling-documented-just-below-this-article.

I called the landlord. Hostility was stifling in the air. Well, understandably I guess if he was mad. It was 10.30 p.m. & he usually went to bed by that time.

He jabbered rapidly in Chinese. I maintained a blank, innocent look (Not difficult, especially when one doesn’t understand the language).

We tried many combinations of the push-buttons at the machine; it was of no avail. He left with anger. I left with the laundry.

A quick situational analysis:
a) to try to repair the washing machine with the risk of making it worse
Or
b) to go & wash the laundry by hand.

To choose a), it’s a high-risk venture. I was tired. I was fed-up. And the only idea that I could think of to repair the machine was to glare at it menacingly with a hammer on my hand.

On the contrary, b) was definitely feasible. You just need two baskets of water. Add adequate detergent to one of the basket. Soak in the clothes. Use another basket for rinsing them.

Simple? Yes…but I totally forgot to assess one final, crucial task: drying the clothes. To wring them ain’t easy. Hey, it was a pile of them laundry, remember?

So I twisted & I squeezed. Cautiously. Didn’t want to injure my already fragile wrists. Long story. Don’t ask. x-(

Losing patience, I started punching the rinsed clothes.
My knuckles soon screamed in protest.

Persevere, man. Got to win this slugfest before you could go to sleep. End the job before the clock struck twelve. You know the ritual. A Maid Charming would be your just reward. After the perfunctory hug & kiss, she would then help you in washing the clothes. And before long, the laundry would be hung happily ever after.

Being sarcastic to your own self did have its use.

more amorous behaviour



the woman concusses after a full day at work and is happy to see this pic when she wakes up. she finds it more rewarding than getting paid. maybe that's why we are going broke.

Return to Innocence - Not an Enigma.

What makes you feel good? And no, I don't mean the after-glow / blissful effect after one makes love with his/her loved one.

A little background is in order. It's been a long day working for me: 19 hours continuously. I should have felt lousy, shouldn't I?

I did.
For most of the day, in fact.

Couldn't even graciously accept the award given by Celia. (Lost? Go & click the link at the right side of the screen. There you go.)

However the feeling changed.

I just completed that project! The sense of accomplishment was intoxicating. At first. Soon, it was nothing compared to how I felt during the journey back at the boat.

Standing up proud, I felt so small.
Encircled by the grandness of the sea.
Embracing the passionate wind,
Being soothed by the cool drizzle.
Loving the feel.
Feeling the love.

A moment like this--
--I'm reminded that God does exist.[1]
A moment like this--
--I'm becoming one with Him.[2]
A moment like this--
--I'm truly alive.[3]

It's merely a 30-minute trip.
Yet I wish it's never ended.

Footnotes:
[1] By God, I mean The Loving Highest Power who doesn't set rules & regulations on how we should live our lives. The Being who just wants us to be happy.
[2] Refer to 1.
[3] ...

A Writer's Cut <- if such a term exists.

Ah...the pleasure of following-up & the ecstasy of being replied. :)

But really, kudos for NLB for being receptive to my feedback.

Take a look at how courteous the response is & how firm they insist that the copies at the Children section will stay there. (No point to waste our limited manpower to relocate those books, eh? Let's just scar those young minds for life.)

Our cataloguer has agreed that Jack London's The Call of the Wild is an adult book and will classified some editions of the title under Adult.

However, since the publication of the title in 1903, the story of Buck has appeal to children and is a perennial favourite among children. As such, many editions of the book published are specifically targetted at the children readers. The copies found in ____________ Community Library are the Puffin and Apple Classics editions, which are rewritten or packaged to appeal to the younger readers. Therefore, we will not place these copies in the Adult section.

Admittedly I never read The Call of The Wild - the Adult version. Perhaps, it is composed in much grimmer ways. Then again, if movies have a Director's Cut, it shouldn't be a surprise if books do have a Writer's Cut as well.

"...or God only a blunder of man?"

This could be a central question of American Gods. How inspiring Nietzche was to our modern authors indeed!

Okay, it may be just another farfetched correlation. I would like to think, though, that's how Neil Gaiman, the author, derived his idea.

By the way, here is the link to the list of gods which were featured in the novel.

Fictitious gods they may be...Me doubting as usual (so no thunderbolt, please?), but it's impressive how people in the past invented them.

What I very much wondered is who first initiated the concept of a God / Gods?

can someone clean the house PLEASE

does the man & woman know we are living in filth?? they have not cleaned the apartment in OVER A MONTH!

the white tiles near the shower are covered in paw prints, the dining table have suspicious brown stains all over it (again), there are bits of swheat scoop, hair, fur, ash all over the floor, the shower drainpipe is clogged with hair, i won't even mention the toilet! and they seem to think i have more hygiene indoors. I am calling SPCA.

Confessions of a Mildly Dangerous Mind.

You wish!

In retrospect, the title is more rightly named as “How A Good Intention Goes Bad”.

These 3 keywords ought to remind me, should I face a similar situation in the future. They are: a friend, a quote, and a friend’s ex.

Doesn’t tell much, does it? Feel free to be puzzled...
...but try not to solve it.

Anyway, I’m trying to execute the Recovery Plan by inviting those two for a dinner. No reply yet. Some people could be just too ignorant regardless of me blatantly use of RSVP. *sigh*

Either that or they are into a waiting game (I can’t reply the invitation as I don’t want to be seen overly eager to meet).

Well...as long as they’re not trying to dart me with an it-definitely-is-a-No hint. Boy, aren’t they gonna be petulantly surprised! – as I’ll just choose to send them a weekly follow-up email.

does the woman look like this?

there is an action figure in the stores called Crazy Cat Lady. Stupid.com has this to say: It starts innocently enough... You find a little kitten on your doorstep and "rescue" it. Then, somehow, another cat comes along, and you take that one in, too. Then another. And another. Before long, you look in the mirror and... OH MY GOD!!! You're a Crazy Cat Lady!!!!

and this is what she looks like.

here's how the woman did on the Crazy Cat Lady test
(7 or more means oh oh, you are a CCL):
Do you get excited when you hear a can opener? NO
Do you think cats are smarter than people? NO
Do you feel Tom is more talented than Jerry? YES
Do you have more cats than ex-boyfriends or ex-girlfriends? YES
Do you bring new (boy/girl)friends home so the cats can meet them? YES
Do you later break up with them because the cats weren't impressed? NO
Do you spend more on doctor bills for your cats than for yourself? YES
Do you buy the ice cream your cats prefer instead the kind you like? NO
Can you tell your cats apart by the roughness of their tongues? NO
Have you ever warned a guest not to sit on a specific piece of furniture because it belongs to the cats? YES
Do you own more than one piece of clothing with a cat on it? YES
Do you have a website devoted to your cats? YES
Do you spend more on Christmas presents for your cat than for your family? NO
Do you buy more than one kind of cat food because a few of your cats are picky eaters? NO
Have you ever had to explain to a police officer that the stuff in the bag really is catnip? NO
Do you feel that the ancient Egyptian tradition of cat worship is the one true religion? NO
Is the sheet of instructions for watching your cats while you're on vacation longer than a page? NO

oh oh, the woman is a CCL.

thanks to catwelfare for pointing the doll out.

the woman is jealous

because after all she has done for them, the kittens always follow the man around, snuggle next to him on the bed and lick his feet (eeks).

i like the woman more of course because she is a sucker. i only have to make a little bit of noise and she will come running to pet me and stroke me. unless she is sleeping. then she will pretend not to hear.

why cats are cute

we get in the oddest places...

and we look odd when we sleep.

Three's a charm.

Since my first three articles have been completed, I’m thinking to take a break for a while. (Hey, I’m more a reader than a writer!)

Rest assured, though, that whatever little things I write about, I'll continue to do it with purpose & conviction. *cross fingers*

For example: those earlier entries are intended as a tribute for the three bloggers whose writing I read regularly. Bet you don't know about it, do you? Bet they don't, either.

And you still wonder why the links “And the nominees are:” are only recently provided?!

Tsk...tsk...tsk.

Update on 10 March 2006
As the links have been condensed into one & the list of those frequently visited blogs have been expanded, the 3 bloggers I'm referring in this article are--drum rolls, please--Sonic, Shakespeareheroine, and Ole'Wolvie.

a family that plays together sticks together


fast friends. the kittens are now more or less free to roam in the main areas of the flat but they often visit their good friend Leafty in the utility room, to play and sometimes to curl up together to sleep. the woman prepares to move them all out of the utility room permanently to live with us. i can't wait.

after the chicken wires have gone up, the woman and man are having it good. fresh(er) air and retired whoudini felines. i continue my protest against captivity by constant caterwauling. unless the woman sits me on her lap for a good backrub.

after the next great migration, rabbeet will have the utility room all to himself. he is in the cage condo now and unlike any of the other animals in the house, absolutely enjoys it in there going about his own business. until the kittens start using his cage condo as a jungle gym. so he will be happy to get those pesky twits out of his fur soon. and into mine.

to heed & regret it: The Call of the Wild.

For the sake of trying to borrow this book yesterday, I had to endure the hostile look from some protective mothers.

The book is located at the J section of the library.

J.
J?

I approached one of the library staff for help. She told me that J is for Junior & it is part of the Children’s segment.

What a surprise! The Call of the Wild is for children’s consumption?!

The kids ignored me in their usual friendly manner. Their mothers glared. I just politely grinned (at the mothers), quickly took the book & retreated out of that forbidden place.

Note to self: Feedback to the National Library Board that this Jack London's is not a suitable reading for such a young group of readers. Gotta include the link to the Wikipedia about the book to support the argument. ;)

Over Analyze THIS!

A girl, A was confounded. She was told by a guy, for whom she cared, to stop doing so much for him. Let’s name him: B.

To organize some of the information from that particular post of her:
1. A wondered aloud why B did not tell her earlier.
2. A claimed that B stated that he was not ready to be tied down yet.
3. A frustratingly shouted at Heaven & asked why then B had gone around saying he wanted a girlfriend.

Other clues that were available from her earlier entries & considered relevant for the investigation:
- B is an extremely smart person. This is one of many reasons she fell over him. This is one of his many virtues that she kept mentioning, ad nauseam.
- B is likely one of her readers.

I will have to concede that two clues are not at all dubious. It is logical for one to be impressed by other’s intelligence & a blog is easily accessible by all.

About statement no.1:
He indeed could have told her earlier that he was not interested. True.

So he must have his own reasons not to do so.

Perhaps he wanted the girl to be honest to him and to stop playing this pointless game. Of course, A should have realized the dire consequence—as B could just choose to ignore her—if she were to continue employing this strategy (to shower care & attention to the guy, without telling him how she felt about him & praying that the guy’s heart melted & he eventually died of heart failure?).

How about statement no.2 & 3?
I’ll say that the guy was truly nice to willingly portray himself as stupid. He did so by giving an excuse that he was not ready to be tied down (if A’s claim were to be believed) that is very much contradictory with how he expressively wanted a girlfriend.

Confusing, yes?

He could have clubbed her senseless with his bludgeon of truth & shattered her self-esteem. He could have hurt her more. But he didn’t.

To A: please try to look at the situation that way & may your pain lessen.

P.S. The above analysis is obviously incomplete due to lack of data. Let's blame it on B. Heh.

Love at the first...book.

Thanks to Sonic who recommended “Smoke and Mirrors” by Neil Gaiman, I feel like a 28-year old falling in love all over again. No, really! (Check out my profile. I am 28)

So what is it about the book that deserves a mention in my first blog? After all, it is just a collection of short stories, which I usually dislike.

To be fair, I don’t actually go drooling over all of his short stories. Sure, the author is so original; he mischievously includes one story as part of Introduction (How many of us do read Introductions anyway?) But what I am impressed most are the very first and last of the stories.

The first story is titled “Chivalry”. It’s about an elderly widow who buys the Holy Grail at a second hand store. The hilarious part is when the knight in shining armour, Galaad, comes & tries to persuade the lady to give him the artefact. The puzzling part is at the end, when the lady visits the store again & almost purchases a “tarnished old silver container with a long spout”, identified as a lamp (Doesn't ring a bell), with “writings carved along the side in blocky old Chinese characters” (Ditto), and there was “a small metal ring tied to the handle of the lamp” (Waitaminute, a lamp + a ring = a lantern, a power ring = Green Lantern's? *grin* And to imagine that the old lady were to be one of the GL Corp, reciting the oath. Heh. I may be wrong, though. I fail to see how the Chinese characters relate to that lantern).

“Snow, Glass, Apples” is the last story of the book. It is based on the premise about what if the roles of good and evil of a certain fairy tale are reversed. The idea may be originated from the typical description of Snow White as in “her lips redder than blood; her skin, snow white". Perhaps it is not about beauty that the quoted statement is trying to convey. Perhaps it is about something else...so sinister that forces the Queen to have her huntsmen to cut her step daughter's heart out & leave her to die in the forest.


Now to go home & continue enjoying his other book: American Gods.

kittens to the power of infinity

welcome to fortress lim

this is the latest cruel attempt to turn us into indoor pets. the man and woman finally have the chicken wires up. so no more sitting by my nasty neighbour's cactus, no more snitching tibby's food on the 4th floor landing, no more visits to abscess cat, no more nibbling at the hdb landscaping and no more lazing on 2nd floor roof landing.

now all i can do at my age is look forward to mealtimes and death. swell. the argument for keeping us indoors is usually that an indoor cat lives a good 12 -18 years compared to a street cat that has a life expectancy of 2-5 years. like to point out though, is a cossetted uninspired life really worth prolonging??

the woman is torn but becomes that bit more pro-indoor when she discovers a bowl of dubious liquids (washing detergent?) left at our stair landing. i know better than to lick something like that but she doesn't quite trust in my intelligence. after all, i am a dumb animal.

so here i sit on the wrong side of the chicken wires while she reads an insidious piece of propaganda Things You Should Consider Before Allowing Your Cat to Free Roam Outdoors. and Healthy & Happy Indoor Cat.

Franny Syufy of About.com adds fuel to fire with her offensive Balance Sheet of the pros and cons of keeping cats indoors:

Pros:
1. Injury or death by vehicles
2. Poisoned intentionally or accidentally
3. Injury or death by fighting with other cats
4. Infectious diseases contracted from other cats: FIP,FIV,FeLV,URIs
5. Parasites: fleas, ticks, ringworm
6. Injury or death by sadists
7. Injury or death by dogs or predators
8. Killing of wildlife by outdoor cats
9. Getting lost, picked up by A/C
10. Theft for sale as laboratory animals or "bait" for illicit gaming
11. Problems with neighbors: cats littering their yards

Cons:
1. Indoor cats are lazy, and don't get the exercise they need.
2. Cats by their very nature deserve the freedom of outdoor life.
3. The cats love the outdoors, fresh air and sunshine, and I love watching them there.

simply put, we love the outdoors but it doesn't love us back. sucks to live in an imperfect world.

Tooty on her own Animal Planet

she may not be as photogenic, fuzzy or 'demure', but Tooty is a true star. since a month old, she learns to circumvent the man and woman's attempts to keep her in the utility room as fast as they can think it up. sometimes by negotiating a very complex leverage strategy to get over the ever rising barrier.

when she is out, she watches my every move carefully and quickly follows my example, among other things, on how to escape to the great outdoors through a shut lourved window. she does not have the power in her limbs yet to bend aluminium like i can but she is close, give her a few more weeks. but this is just the cat-in-her talking.

she understands punishment. Tooty anticipates jail time by going into hiding. when she is let out again on good behaviour, she rubs herself profusely on the man or woman's leg, flops on the ground and meows to ask for a sympathy rub. Fruity doesn't even know she is being punished. but still this is the cat-in-her talking.

the thing that amazes the man and woman is Tooty's human-like intuition about others. when Leafty gets lonely on his own and starts nudging the barrier, Tooty jumps in to pet it on the head. when Fruity has trouble getting over the barrier, she gives her a push from behind to help her along. she licks Fruity's hard to reach places for her when she is banged up after the fall.

a naughty, impossible kitten torn between instints and need for attachment should have her own tv show. at home, she already is a much sought after substitute for cable (which the man and woman doesn't have).

good looking imp every which way you look


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