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dear people who seldom read this page. i have started another blog at www.thedailyrantings.wordpress.comthis page is officially defunct.

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It has been a long time since I have updated.. work is busy and my colleague is driving me through the wall…that bitch… but nonetheless I still have stuffs to write.Football feverWhile watching the world cup, which fortunately I have been able to catch, I noticed that footballers are the most protected athletes in the world today. At any time when a player writhes in agony either done

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Today I had my second BBQ of this project… while the first one I was too awestruck by the fact that I don’t perspire even when I started to cook ( a scenario that is simply impossible in sg), this one I had more time to sit eat drink and reflect…I was surrounded by my new colleague and yet I find no solace and no company… it was really quite bad…that even as they talked I felt absolutely no

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Hello friends,It has been a month since I have stepped foot into Algeria.. this month has flew by.. really… I have been inundated by work and am astonished by the responsibility that I have been given… thus far, though not all has been well, it has been fruitful to some extent. I have made some friends though not ones that I have been expecting… as you may have read… that I blend in better with

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I have not been writing enough recently.. partly due to work commitments or just that I wasn’t in a private enough environment to write my thoughts and the rest..Right now I am temporarily in an office of my own.. which faces the Mediterranean sea.. and isolated from the hustle and bustle of the office.. though it seems that I am being ostracize by my colleagues, my space is highly coveted..

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Yesterday I spent my first Friday doing absolutely nothing.. nothing was planned and all I had to do in camp was read, smoke and got hiarcut… previous Fridays I went to the market and the beach and shit like that…The beachIt was breathtakingly beautiful, with its picturesque blue waters and ultra fine sand and the many chais there, it felt like the best place to relak… however, the thing with

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i find myself less and less willing to talk… for reasons that I do not yet know… everytime I get into a conversation with some one I feel like getting out right away… and this only happens to my international colleagues, not the local ones… the people who knows me know that I am nothing of an anti social type of person… but this has been happening a lot and I wonder if I am really at heart a

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Man I astounded by the stuff that I don’t know I don’t know.. this country is in a state of perpetual paradoxism.. they do things really really slowly here…even slower than army! Anyway my ‘apartment’ is slowly transforming into quite a bachelor’s pad… it is now equipped with a 21inch TV and 1000 channel satellite surfing thing and a mini hi fi.. soon I will be adding a VCD player perhaps some

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Dear Friends, could not update for the past 1.5 weeks..cos of the stupid internet connection here.. can not even call home.. think this will continue for at least another week.. damn..LocalsHaving been here for 2 weeks.. I am surprised that I am not that bored to death yet.. I guess a lot has to do with the fact that my office has not settled down yet and I am still a greenhorn at most things..

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Yesterday I went to the city center, Oran.. we went to this super market, it was 4 storey and probably had about 400 products available.. it was impossibly pathetic.. anyway due to my desperation, I bought this horrendous looking Nike..The best part was the Algerian women, have I mentioned? Algerian women are really really pretty.. even though I could not go anywhere else I saw a handful of mei

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The Directeur Financier have been here for a few days.. it has been good.. so far the people treats me really well and I adore the weather. Accommodation is not luxurious but comfortable.The more pertinent thing is that I am getting to know a lot of cultures.. one minute I am talking to an Indian, then I am asking a Burmese for something, then I sit beside an Algerian for a smoke, then have

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Dear friends,what would i do without you people... though i may border on sounding too emotional or mushy..but still..i am really touched by the farewell and gifts that were inundated to me.. :) thank you.anyway i am at istanbul airport now...the flight was horrendous..as most of you know that i detest kids..some how fate arranged me to sit in front of the loudest and most irritating kid alive in

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And so i sit here a day before i am flying off. it has been a long time coming, and i think that my friends are getting sick of all the never-ending farewells.. however even with the many meetings and stuff, it seems a little hurried and rushed.. i don't know how to say but so many meetings so many friends so little time.. no not getting emo, just a musing.. but it is time.Hence, friends.. the

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Hello to the not many people who read this page, Have not been updating my blog for some time now..think around 2 months..just a slight catchup.. My grandma passed away not long ago, in the 2nd week of April. Which turned out much harder to handle than i had ever thought so. (but maybe more of that in subsequent posts) Then i am on my way to Algeria now. yeah..probably leaving on wed or fri,

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msn is a truly wonderful tool. so is icq, yahoo messenger and so on. i use msn everyday, i conduct chit chats, serious counseling sessions, have business meetings but mostly talk cock.. an interesting point i notice is a lot of my friends always have some kind of status on their msn. (i am guilty of it too) they are 'busy' 'away' 'out to lunch' or whatever...all these status have the same message

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it was on the news not long ago that most singaporeans worry about bread and butter issues. that they worry about money, health, housing, car...... that this issue is the priority in our little lives.political issues ranks low on their agenda, that the right to free speech and right to political freedom is all mambo jumbo..i feel that the article has a very subtle but powerful insinuation. that

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hairdressing is the most self conscious profession i know. not only the upclass went-to-styling school type but also the mat rock anghoon smoking uncle barber type.. whenever you go get your hair done, dyed, cut or whatever, you find yourself parking your ass right in front of a larger than necessary mirror.then you will notice that every hairdresser is seemingly in a competition to find out who

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and so the bee,buzz random, haphazard,it tosses, tumbles,flip flops, swimmingthe light crisp airthe many flowers,all different,all the same,how could it choose?cautious, it closes,the wit tempting,bright and breathtakingroses too, beautifulroses too, pricksdoes she?

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i was watching the commonwealth games the other day. was watching an intriguing contest between new zealand and singapore, and some other nations.. as i was completely engrossed by the intense competition i realised something exremely uncanny..that ping pong is a game represented by Chinese..that it is a contest between newly 'acquired' Chinese. it got me thinking about this new reality that

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have you ever noticed that when you read about successful people, the common theme that the article will have is that he or she is humble or very much down to earth. that these are people are you and me, they have no airs and are extremely amiable.we the common people always snuff our in-debt noses at rich successful people: i know that every one of us has our own story of a snobby aloof person.

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His eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, lost in the maze of the corn field, his heart was pounding him with all the adrenaline he could muster. All that he could see was darkness and all he could hear was silence. They must be waiting for him.A light breeze roused the leaves as if they were whispering and carried with them the faint undeniable smell of blood.Suddenly his head turned

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i was eating at the coffeeshop the other day..halfway through my delicious tom yam soup, a little too spicy if you ask me but still quite enjoyable anyway, i saw this cleaner aunty pushing her cleaning cart between the tables, armed with a horrid looking table cloth, on the hunt for the next messy table. then right out of the blue she stopped, she started watching the tv, absolutely mesmerised..

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i have been thinking about this question for some time now. i believe that it is one that stumps many a people.being good at something does not neccessary equate for having passion in that thing. One can be good in math when his/her passions lies in art. how can one reconcile those conflicts. on one hand you can probably make a good living out of math if you are good at it but you cannot buy rice

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bloody hell! I was watching the news earlier and noticed this little row going on between Australia and UK right now.. The row centers on an ad campaign that the Aussie government has planned, the ad hopes to attract lots of visitors to down under.In the ad, a young Australian girl ( and really pretty too) was found guilty of saying "where the bloody hell are you." (or something to this effect)

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pickupshe captured his eyes the moment she let out her infectious laugh: loud, oddly shrill and fantastically mischievous. she has this easy grace about her, and as the soft sunlight touched her, it radiated her hypnotic eyes and the most beautiful smile. intrigued he tried to gather some information."oh, she is very warm, very smart and thinks with her own mind. very engaging and has this charm

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Dear Fans, Do you eat alone? I am sure that at some point in our lives that each and every one of us will have done it before, whether by choice or situation. Contary to popular beliefs, eating alone is not like watching the movies alone (something which I have yet to do).Yes, it is true that you enter the theatre alone, sit in between strangers and listen to the stupid music that always plays

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Dear Fans, I read on the papers a few days ago about Amnesty International saying the Singapore has the highest executions per capita in the world. Then they went on crying afoul on Singapore's judiciary system, calling on Singapore to have a re-think on our legislation. I think their argument is flawed and biased. Yes, it do seem like our justice is harsh and strong-handed, but to have a

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Dear Fans, When you are on the losing side, everything seems so much more bleak and desperate. The usual spontaneity, hyperness are instead replaced by fustration and anger at oneself. Yep! I have just experienced that. Being on the losing side colours your emotion and analytical prowess. The anger seeps into your judgment and you start to make the stupidest of mistakes. How do must one

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What is the standard way of flagging the bus? Everyday as the bus is approaching I hesitate before flagging it. Do I do the "flailling your arms like an aunty" way? or the "timid tiny wave" that the bus driver can hardly see and happily drive past you? or the "cool dude" flag, who in any case will just nonchalantly stand there and wait for other people to wave.Will I seem too kiasu, nerdy or

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