Surprising Results of a Twitter Hunt

I've been hunting for active Singaporean Twitterers and came up with very little results due to my laziness.

Tonight, I just thought I'd crawl through search.twitter.com

Most of the search results are from tonight's F1 night race... and surprisingly, the 2 Twitterers I did find are 2 ladies. Twittering about the coming Hari Raya.

Feeling quite perplexed as they seem to be the unlikeliest of users. How'd they come across Twitter?

Or am I just being a male chauvinist pig who thinks girls are tech disinclined?

SIGG Rolling Pin

The Mrs is using my SIGG as an improvised rolling pin! It's all greasy now...

The multi-purpose SIGG.

Get yours now.

Pineapple Tart Math

suf starts to help make pineapple tarts at 11pm. for every batch of 25 tarts, suf eats 2 before they go in the oven. how much weight did suf gain when he got tired and went to bed?

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Fortress Key

I'm in the middle of another stint of NS Reservist - something new. It's the 5th Shelter Specialist Course. Apparently, it's an all officer course with LTAs making the bulk of it.

First week's full of theory - it's back to CIFE basics like structural, civil and mechanical engineering. Boring.

A little bit on group dynamics, psychology and a bit more on weapons effects, explosives. Cool stuff.

Second week is where the sweat comes out. And night training. When the world's asleep, we play "Worst-Case Scenario" involving large expanses of real-estate, manpower and equipment. Somehow, we manage to keep our brightly painted red and white vehicles in the shadows and execute large exercise operations quietly so as not to alarm the general public.

It never ceases to amaze me whenever I get to participate in this large ops.

Probably the coolest sounding terminology I've heard this past week and this coming week is the "Fortress Key"

What is it? Well, it's a key that turns your world into a fortress. Safe refuge.

'nuff said.

The Math Tutor

As the saying goes, life is full of irony. A comedy of errors. Chaos theory.

If they were dead, I'm sure ALL my past math teachers would be rolling around in their graves causing a level 9 Richter-scaled earthquake if they somehow heard the news.

I've become a math tutor.

Hahahahaha... Me... Math...

Does not compute. Bad command or file name.

Anyway, it was a direct request for help from my wife to rescue her beloved niece from a bad graded PSLE result in Math. And who am I to refuse a cry for help?

Seriously. Ok, PSLE Math I can cope with. I can do it, understand it (most times). But how do you teach math? I know I shouldn't be saying, "Ok, you see these numbers? Do this, this, this and this"

That's just handholding and spoon feeding. I should be teaching and the kid should be learning. And it should all be done within a kid's attention span. Before they tire and zone out and get distracted.

Sigh... I ought to pick up some Primary school math teaching skillz by next weekend or all this effort is just going to go down the drain.

Anyone reading this? Any hints? NIE-ers?

Strange Random Thoughts: Marshmallows

Here I am, sitting on a bus, happily moblogging away.

Thinking about the movie I have yet to finish watching: Be Kind, Rewind

Specifically, the hilarious Ghostbusters scenes...

"Are you the Keymaster? I am the Gatekeeper."

Then thinking about the Ghostbusters movie itself.

The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man
Mmmm... Marshmallows.

How do you toast them?

Soft, sweet, chewiness.

Rocky Road ice cream has them, right? Ice cream...

Ben & Jerry's...

Mmmm...

Guitar Hero

Currently moblogging on a long train journey to camp.

Suddenly recalled a dream I had last night.

Dreamt I just picked up the guitar back in the office and strummed the guitar randomly. And what came out was actually music. Haha.

In amazement, I played at least 2 tunes. Too bad I can't remember what they are now.

Must be my suppressed genes acting up.

Still, I ought to try to pick up the guitar in the office and learn while I got the chance.

It's free anyway, besides picking up a brand new Guitar Hero set.

Renewed motivation.

Lights

As a self-proclaimed nomad, I haven't had a solid place to call home since... well, years.

Every year, when Hari Raya came, I'd just look and admire the pretty lights people would decorate their home with.

Envious.

I didn't realize it was such a big deal to myself.

Now that Sarah's out, I would wish none of the hardships that I've gone through on her, of course.

And one of the smallest steps towards that is the lights. The really pretty Hari Raya lights.

I put them up myself, in the middle of the night, while everyone was sleeping. I couldn't wait to see them. White and blue. To follow the colour theme of our living room.

Our home has the pretty Hari Raya lights now, this year. And every year afterwards.

Just for Sarah. And the nomad that has finally found a home.

News

Last night, I recieved some news and as I lay on the floor, overwhelmed, was deciding if it was good or bad.

My wife, on the other hand, had retreated to the kitchen - the laundry area - and was putting up a brave front, sniffing away whilst ironing my uniform.

Something told me to be near, so I sat on a footstool behind her.

She started to cry, so I pulled her towards me and hugged her from behind as she sat on my lap.

For some strange reason or another, this song popped into my head and I've been humming it since, for 2 days...

I'll Be - Edwin McCain
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth

Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead

Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

I've dropped out, I burned up, I fought my way back from the dead
I tuned in, I turned on, I remembered the thing you said

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

The greatest fan of your life

The greatest fan of your life

http://www.lyrics.com/edwin-mccain-lyrics-i-ll-be.html

Proximity

Suddenly recieved a message from an unknown, overseas number starting with +97.

Don't even know where that is.

Turns out, it's Zul, a buddy from the 28th BOC.

Isn't it strange that those so far away try to keep contact, while
those nearby can vanish?