After arguing with the nice white haired old lady who was in for an investigation the next day about why I needed to take her blood...
Old Lady : "Ni jie hun le mah?" (are you married)
Re-Me : "... err hai mei you..." (no)
Old Lady : "Ni hen piao liang wor..." (you're very beautiful)
Re-Me : "... um. xie xie." (err. thanks.)
Whips out needle, and is taking blood in silence.
Old Lady : "Lang zai... lang zai..." (pretty boy.)
Re-Me : "..." (...)
Yep, that's me. Old lady killer.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Who's That Girl (in progress)
I can't help comparing this to this .
What strikes me most isn't that the two sites share a suspicious similarity but how completely differently they come across to the reader.
Check out the first link. Patrick Moberg saw the "girl of his dreams" on the subway in 2007. He was attracted to her but didn't get to speak with her, so he sought her out by writing on his blog about her, and asking strangers to help him find her.
The thing about his site - NYGirlOfMyDreams.com isn't how eloquent or effusive he is... it's simply how sweetly and sincerely the whole thing was done. It's rather light on text, and pretty in-your-face. There's so much to like there, from the unstated happy-puppy "I met you and I'm bowled over by you" sentiment, to the cutesy line drawings of the girl which betray just how much he noticed about her that he liked (fancy braided hair, flower in hair... etc), what she looked like (rosy cheeks) and just what she was doing (writing in a notepad... awwww) at the time.
This is a man who's either madly in love, or a nutjob stalker with the whole set of Ginsu knives.
But then there's more, he draws himself in too. No self-praise, but a simple self description to try to jog her memory a bit, skinny, tall, and he drew what he was wearing. And then there's that almost self-deprecating, slightly rueful little arrow pointing to his head that says "not insane".
It's just sooo cute; the guy knows he's lost it, and he knows everyone else will know it when they see his site, but he doesn't care... he just wants her.
He leaves his name and his phone number (and email address) for her, laying bare his whole life to all sorts of unpleasant repercussions. He takes a flying leap...
If I'd seen the girl, I'd have called him. Hell, if I'd been the girl (which, cough, since I'm male I couldn't have been) I'd have called him... without any reservations.
And there's more... she really did. There's that next little ecstatic post of mr happy-faced rectangle holding up a sign in joy. You know that something good happened... if only for a while, or perhaps longer.
The whole thing is almost saccharinely infused with hope and then happiness. It's really hard not to smile at.
And then there's our home-grown version, girl on bus.
(now at http://blog.girlonbus.com/)
I can't help but notice how often the word "I" appears in there.
I was labeled stalker. I was described as 'creepy'. How do I become a stalker when I've already lost her?
and
I was labeled 'despo'. Yes I'm definitely 'despo' or desperate. This is how I feel when I've lost something worthy. I have the attention from endless amounts of attractive people whom I think its worthless. If you've been wondering, yes, I'm gorgeous.
...and then
There were people who tried to find out who I am. I wouldn't mind letting you know, if you are a decent person, really. But this thing is set up by a friend who has a credit card to help me pay on behalf
... right. How much does it cost to host a domain again? $7 a month?
His next post, "lightheartedness" goes something like this :
I am taking this lightheartedly. Its like, who knows after knowing her she might disgust me or freak me out in certain ways?
Thanks again to so many of the kind people out there for the inspiring and flattering words. Thanks to those who helped in any way.
To the girl (if you have decided not to respond): I'm fine with it, but at least just tell me why. And you may also ask me to stop looking for you.
Next post on :
I've communicated with some local reporters. Some of them questioned about my identity. And they also advised that people would be more receptive if I were more open.
I tend to be a low-profile person therefore I'm not comfortable revealing personal info, especially on the internet. There are people who think that I'm not 'real'. Some even think that this could be some kind of a viral marketing. However, I need to protect my privacy. It's just simply being careful, although some people might think I must be up to no good.
Some of you might have already seen the article on me in (联合晚报) (31th Jan 2009). But just to give you a picture: I'm in my twenties, chinese and currently an undergrad.
And suddenly he's writing for an audience. About himself, being low-profile, but not, being private, but being in the paper, etc.
And then :
Like what I said in the previous post, I insist in protecting my identity (although some people still think that I'm not sincere/afraid of criticism), simply because but I'm not desperate/crazy enough to the extent of going public. Understand that some people dislike unwanted attention.
However, I did meet up with some of the reporters and had some photos taken. You might want to check out The Newpaper on Saturday the 14th, and The Straits Times on Sunday the 15th.
(Edit: For certain reasons The Straits Times did not run the story. 'D' from The Straits Times [if you are reading this] : I'm sorry to hear about it. But you're a great reporter who made me feel at ease. )
Some of you guys are right about the website being too direct and plain(not fanciful). Perhaps its because I have no hidden agenda and therefore the tendency to get my point across in a straightforward manner.
By the way, Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. Enjoy :)
The thing is, he's not writing to the girl anymore. He's not even writing for her.
He's writing for himself.
About himself.
He even went as far as to say the girl might gross him out, and that he's good looking, etcetc.
Over a month and still no girl; some of his "supporters" (and that's what it's turned into, a popularity contest) blame it on singaporean girls being this, and that, and uppity, and blah blah.
Some of the detractors think the girls will think he's a stalker, that he's creepy etc.
The truth is he's just lost the plot. The girl won't, because he's really more interested in himself now, than he is in her. This is his five minutes in the limelight, and she's just a badly drawn stick figure.
Sweet? I think not.
*****
Perhaps it just goes to show how sometimes there's a "right" way to say something, and .... a very, very wrong, in a "don't-even-go-there"-way to go about the same.
*****
ps : ... there are singaporeans that find the whole thing romantic.
sigh. I guess it's the concept that counts, not the packaging. roll eyes.
What strikes me most isn't that the two sites share a suspicious similarity but how completely differently they come across to the reader.
Check out the first link. Patrick Moberg saw the "girl of his dreams" on the subway in 2007. He was attracted to her but didn't get to speak with her, so he sought her out by writing on his blog about her, and asking strangers to help him find her.
The thing about his site - NYGirlOfMyDreams.com isn't how eloquent or effusive he is... it's simply how sweetly and sincerely the whole thing was done. It's rather light on text, and pretty in-your-face. There's so much to like there, from the unstated happy-puppy "I met you and I'm bowled over by you" sentiment, to the cutesy line drawings of the girl which betray just how much he noticed about her that he liked (fancy braided hair, flower in hair... etc), what she looked like (rosy cheeks) and just what she was doing (writing in a notepad... awwww) at the time.
This is a man who's either madly in love, or a nutjob stalker with the whole set of Ginsu knives.
But then there's more, he draws himself in too. No self-praise, but a simple self description to try to jog her memory a bit, skinny, tall, and he drew what he was wearing. And then there's that almost self-deprecating, slightly rueful little arrow pointing to his head that says "not insane".
It's just sooo cute; the guy knows he's lost it, and he knows everyone else will know it when they see his site, but he doesn't care... he just wants her.
He leaves his name and his phone number (and email address) for her, laying bare his whole life to all sorts of unpleasant repercussions. He takes a flying leap...
If I'd seen the girl, I'd have called him. Hell, if I'd been the girl (which, cough, since I'm male I couldn't have been) I'd have called him... without any reservations.
And there's more... she really did. There's that next little ecstatic post of mr happy-faced rectangle holding up a sign in joy. You know that something good happened... if only for a while, or perhaps longer.
The whole thing is almost saccharinely infused with hope and then happiness. It's really hard not to smile at.
And then there's our home-grown version, girl on bus.
(now at http://blog.girlonbus.com/)
I can't help but notice how often the word "I" appears in there.
I was labeled stalker. I was described as 'creepy'. How do I become a stalker when I've already lost her?
and
I was labeled 'despo'. Yes I'm definitely 'despo' or desperate. This is how I feel when I've lost something worthy. I have the attention from endless amounts of attractive people whom I think its worthless. If you've been wondering, yes, I'm gorgeous.
...and then
There were people who tried to find out who I am. I wouldn't mind letting you know, if you are a decent person, really. But this thing is set up by a friend who has a credit card to help me pay on behalf
... right. How much does it cost to host a domain again? $7 a month?
His next post, "lightheartedness" goes something like this :
I am taking this lightheartedly. Its like, who knows after knowing her she might disgust me or freak me out in certain ways?
Thanks again to so many of the kind people out there for the inspiring and flattering words. Thanks to those who helped in any way.
To the girl (if you have decided not to respond): I'm fine with it, but at least just tell me why. And you may also ask me to stop looking for you.
Next post on :
I've communicated with some local reporters. Some of them questioned about my identity. And they also advised that people would be more receptive if I were more open.
I tend to be a low-profile person therefore I'm not comfortable revealing personal info, especially on the internet. There are people who think that I'm not 'real'. Some even think that this could be some kind of a viral marketing. However, I need to protect my privacy. It's just simply being careful, although some people might think I must be up to no good.
Some of you might have already seen the article on me in (联合晚报) (31th Jan 2009). But just to give you a picture: I'm in my twenties, chinese and currently an undergrad.
And suddenly he's writing for an audience. About himself, being low-profile, but not, being private, but being in the paper, etc.
And then :
Like what I said in the previous post, I insist in protecting my identity (although some people still think that I'm not sincere/afraid of criticism), simply because but I'm not desperate/crazy enough to the extent of going public. Understand that some people dislike unwanted attention.
However, I did meet up with some of the reporters and had some photos taken. You might want to check out The Newpaper on Saturday the 14th, and The Straits Times on Sunday the 15th.
(Edit: For certain reasons The Straits Times did not run the story. 'D' from The Straits Times [if you are reading this] : I'm sorry to hear about it. But you're a great reporter who made me feel at ease. )
Some of you guys are right about the website being too direct and plain(not fanciful). Perhaps its because I have no hidden agenda and therefore the tendency to get my point across in a straightforward manner.
By the way, Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. Enjoy :)
The thing is, he's not writing to the girl anymore. He's not even writing for her.
He's writing for himself.
About himself.
He even went as far as to say the girl might gross him out, and that he's good looking, etcetc.
Over a month and still no girl; some of his "supporters" (and that's what it's turned into, a popularity contest) blame it on singaporean girls being this, and that, and uppity, and blah blah.
Some of the detractors think the girls will think he's a stalker, that he's creepy etc.
The truth is he's just lost the plot. The girl won't, because he's really more interested in himself now, than he is in her. This is his five minutes in the limelight, and she's just a badly drawn stick figure.
Sweet? I think not.
*****
Perhaps it just goes to show how sometimes there's a "right" way to say something, and .... a very, very wrong, in a "don't-even-go-there"-way to go about the same.
*****
ps : ... there are singaporeans that find the whole thing romantic.
sigh. I guess it's the concept that counts, not the packaging. roll eyes.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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