Fren says:
Jim buys some chocs and gives half to ken
ken buys some sweets and gives half to jim
jim eats 12 sweets and the ratio of jim's sweets to chocs was 1:7
ken eats 18 chocs and the ratio of ken's sweets to chocs was 1:4
how many sweets did ken buy?
Fren says:
P6 question
took me 10mins....
I am shamed
I say:
WTH
where did u get this?
Fren says:
my cuz sent it to me
I lost to her by 5 mins
(4min later...)
I say:
did he buy 21 sweets?
Fren says:
failz pri 6
I say:
omg
wat's the answer!?
Fren says:
68
I say:
... wth.
Fren says:
tough isn't it
I say:
HOW?!
Fren says:
took me 10
(1hr later)
Fren says:
solved?
:D
I say:
stop mocking me!
Fren says:
I is not 'toopidest
woot!!
I say:
ROFL!!!
I HATE YOOO
Do YOU know how to get to the answer??
10 November 2009
09 November 2009
05 November 2009
My Day Stinks.
You know that your day is off to a bad start when on your usual long drawn unexciting commute to work, someone lets off a silent gaseous killer in the sardine packed bus and you slowly watch the air around you turn green and brown and you turn blue and purple as you choke and try not to breathe but yet take in enough air to stay alive. *WHEEZE, WHEEZE*
Words went off like alarm bells in my head, namely WTF--as in, What The Fart?! You @$$ (literally)! Leaving a stinkbomb like that and letting us innocents die a slow, painful death?!
And when you arrive in the office, with the last trails of green and brown gas leaving the tendrils of your hair, lo, the painters were called in to repaint the office right behind your desk. Paint fumes, whee! My emails will be incoherent! My brain will be mush! My drink tastes of paint fumes, too! Rainbows and unicorns will prance around my desk in tempo with the pounding of keyboards around me!
My day stinks. I hope yours will smell like flowers and sunshine, and if it does, take a deep breath in rememberance of me.
Words went off like alarm bells in my head, namely WTF--as in, What The Fart?! You @$$ (literally)! Leaving a stinkbomb like that and letting us innocents die a slow, painful death?!
And when you arrive in the office, with the last trails of green and brown gas leaving the tendrils of your hair, lo, the painters were called in to repaint the office right behind your desk. Paint fumes, whee! My emails will be incoherent! My brain will be mush! My drink tastes of paint fumes, too! Rainbows and unicorns will prance around my desk in tempo with the pounding of keyboards around me!
My day stinks. I hope yours will smell like flowers and sunshine, and if it does, take a deep breath in rememberance of me.
30 October 2009
Rouge et Noir
The wonderful thing about websites such as The Sartorialist and LookBook is that it provides tonnes of fodder to inspire for people who are creatively-challenged and imagination-impaired... people like me, in other words. It shows you new ways to wear clothes, new looks, and makes you wince at the way Singaporeans wear ugly berms, battered t-shirts with sloppy footwear, only to try to redeem the look with a $1.8k bag hanging on their arms. Erm, no. Not working it, babe.
The other inspiring thing about it is that it makes me reach for my pencils and pens to capture the looks on paper. Sometimes images just catch your attention and you can't get it out of your head til it's translated on to paper. Sometimes things get lost in translation, but hey, bad and ugly drawings are all part of the deal if you wanna have a go at it. ; )
The Red & Black Series
The other inspiring thing about it is that it makes me reach for my pencils and pens to capture the looks on paper. Sometimes images just catch your attention and you can't get it out of your head til it's translated on to paper. Sometimes things get lost in translation, but hey, bad and ugly drawings are all part of the deal if you wanna have a go at it. ; )
The Red & Black Series
17 September 2009
Clinging on
No room and strength for any original thoughts, so shall just share a passage here that sums up my thoughts and philosophy on life these few days:
This was a passage that was shared a long time ago by a person I previously knew, who can only be described as a saint--Dr Walter Steitz, a man completely devoted to learning and teaching the Bible. His death was sudden and came as a complete shock to us, and up til today, I remember his perfect gentleness and complete and utter respect for every single person he meets with great fondness.
Anyways, my rambling aside, the point I'm trying to make is that in dire and difficult times, the richness, comfort and truth of the Bible is a balm to the soul like nothing else can be. When a man reaches the very end of his rope, it's oftentimes the beginning point for God's gentle hand.
"The Bible contains the mind of God, the state of man, the way of salvation, the doom of sinners, and the happiness of believers. Its doctrines are holy, its precepts are binding, its histories are true, and its decisions are immutable. Read it to be wise, believe it to be safe, and practice it to be holy. It contains light to direct you, food to support you, and comfort to cheer you.
It is the traveler's map, the pilgrim's staff, the pilot's compass, the soldier's sword, and the Christian's charter. Here Paradise is restored, Heaven opened, and the gates of hell disclosed.
Christ is its grand subject, our good the design, and the glory of God its end.
It should fill the memory, rule the heart, and guide the feet. Read it slowly, frequently, and prayerfully. It is a mine of wealth, a paradise of glory, and a river of pleasure. It is given you in life, will be opened at the judgment, and be remembered forever. It involves the highest responsibility, will reward the greatest labor, and will condemn all who trifle with its sacred contents."
This was a passage that was shared a long time ago by a person I previously knew, who can only be described as a saint--Dr Walter Steitz, a man completely devoted to learning and teaching the Bible. His death was sudden and came as a complete shock to us, and up til today, I remember his perfect gentleness and complete and utter respect for every single person he meets with great fondness.
Anyways, my rambling aside, the point I'm trying to make is that in dire and difficult times, the richness, comfort and truth of the Bible is a balm to the soul like nothing else can be. When a man reaches the very end of his rope, it's oftentimes the beginning point for God's gentle hand.
09 September 2009
Plumbing
This morning, I on my usual train ride to work and someone came and sat next to me. Which was fine, until I noticed some vigorous fingering around his nasal area from the corner of my eye. As I averted my gaze with wide-eyed horror, I realised there was no escape from it, because all around me were reflections of the very scene I wanted to avoid.
And suddenly, he started wiping his hand on his book and pants. All I can say is, thank God it's on the side of him that is away from me.
By this point my eyes were as large as saucers. Unable to contain my horror, I had to find an outlet or I will burst up in flames, I smsed The Husband, The Blur Friend, The Colleague and The Weird Librarian: "Sitting next to a guy digging his nose & wiping his snot on his book is the highlight of my train ride this morn. i hate my life."
The responses I got were as interesting as my sms itself. The Blur Friend and The Husband essentially said the same thing: "This is a worthy FML post." The Weird Librarian said: "Is that a library book!? What a horror!", followed by "Never hug a library book!", and The Colleague was apparently still asleep, cos 30min later the sms came: "Holly cow I just woke up!"
This sparked of a series of thoughts about how my life is like a magnet for all things quirky and off-beat. I get the strangest encounters with people and before I was taken off the market (i.e., married), I had the strangest admirers as well. I'm not sure what it says about me, but I do know that it makes for great conversation fodder. And when life gives you bizarre encounters, the best thing to do is to make stories out of them.
And suddenly, he started wiping his hand on his book and pants. All I can say is, thank God it's on the side of him that is away from me.
By this point my eyes were as large as saucers. Unable to contain my horror, I had to find an outlet or I will burst up in flames, I smsed The Husband, The Blur Friend, The Colleague and The Weird Librarian: "Sitting next to a guy digging his nose & wiping his snot on his book is the highlight of my train ride this morn. i hate my life."
The responses I got were as interesting as my sms itself. The Blur Friend and The Husband essentially said the same thing: "This is a worthy FML post." The Weird Librarian said: "Is that a library book!? What a horror!", followed by "Never hug a library book!", and The Colleague was apparently still asleep, cos 30min later the sms came: "Holly cow I just woke up!"
This sparked of a series of thoughts about how my life is like a magnet for all things quirky and off-beat. I get the strangest encounters with people and before I was taken off the market (i.e., married), I had the strangest admirers as well. I'm not sure what it says about me, but I do know that it makes for great conversation fodder. And when life gives you bizarre encounters, the best thing to do is to make stories out of them.
06 September 2009
I'm A Drawer!
Since young, very late nights have always appealed to me. There's something about the peacefulness of the inactivity deep into the night, being alone with your thoughts, a pencil and a blank sheet of paper, that makes me want to struggle to stay awake, despite heavy eyelids and a throbbing headache.
This year, I've had the pleasure of pursuing a long time interest in drawing through some informal drawing classes. Today, I discovered an interesting way to practice portraiture without being ridiculed or laughed at -- Red Dot Museum. On every first Saturday of the month, from 2-6pm, a group of illustrators and illustrator-wannabes (that'll be me) will gather and pay $6 to draw portraits of people who will simply walk-in and volunteer as models.
I went there with 3 pencils and simple drawing paper and was super intimidated by folks with thick stacks of paper, boxes of color pencils / crayons / paint brushes / inking pens. The whole area had a super arty farty atmosphere, while I was there gawking like an awkward, bespectacled teenager in tshirt and jeans. So not cool. But when the session started, I relaxed and just enjoyed the session. Also, when the session started, it became apparent that many people there couldn't draw well and were there simply to have a good time. That helped me to relax =P
It works like this:
Artists will register at 2pm and be seated, waiting for the volunteer models to come up front.
Models will simply be walk-ins who are interested to see how many different interpretations of their faces can there possibly be, and they will be rostered accordingly.
As for what happens to all the portraits that were drawn, anyone can buy it at simply $4. For those that were not sold, you can take it home. You bet I took home every last one of my pictures today, not a single one was sold. =P
The artist only has 15mins to draw the models. You can draw one, or two, or half, depending on how long you take. Then after 15min, models will change. If you're tired of drawing, you just sit it out until the next one comes along. Flexible and fun.
So, am happy about the fun experience today. On this note, I'd like to appeal to those of you reading this to pop by Red Dot Museum on the first Saturday of every month to support this starving artist. You can put in a request for liposuction / a nose job / bigger eyes etc, I'll be happy to oblige.
This year, I've had the pleasure of pursuing a long time interest in drawing through some informal drawing classes. Today, I discovered an interesting way to practice portraiture without being ridiculed or laughed at -- Red Dot Museum. On every first Saturday of the month, from 2-6pm, a group of illustrators and illustrator-wannabes (that'll be me) will gather and pay $6 to draw portraits of people who will simply walk-in and volunteer as models.
I went there with 3 pencils and simple drawing paper and was super intimidated by folks with thick stacks of paper, boxes of color pencils / crayons / paint brushes / inking pens. The whole area had a super arty farty atmosphere, while I was there gawking like an awkward, bespectacled teenager in tshirt and jeans. So not cool. But when the session started, I relaxed and just enjoyed the session. Also, when the session started, it became apparent that many people there couldn't draw well and were there simply to have a good time. That helped me to relax =P
It works like this:
Artists will register at 2pm and be seated, waiting for the volunteer models to come up front.
Models will simply be walk-ins who are interested to see how many different interpretations of their faces can there possibly be, and they will be rostered accordingly.
As for what happens to all the portraits that were drawn, anyone can buy it at simply $4. For those that were not sold, you can take it home. You bet I took home every last one of my pictures today, not a single one was sold. =P
The artist only has 15mins to draw the models. You can draw one, or two, or half, depending on how long you take. Then after 15min, models will change. If you're tired of drawing, you just sit it out until the next one comes along. Flexible and fun.
So, am happy about the fun experience today. On this note, I'd like to appeal to those of you reading this to pop by Red Dot Museum on the first Saturday of every month to support this starving artist. You can put in a request for liposuction / a nose job / bigger eyes etc, I'll be happy to oblige.
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