My Humble House (Not)

Remember the chap who wanted to grow some long hair a while back? Well, it’s been almost a year, and he really has long hair now. And he does look very much like the ones that I’ve photoshopped back then.

We’ve only known and worked together for 3 months, but that was probably the period of time when I had most fun at NS. After Yiren ORD and his departure, life has been quite different for me here. Well, he’s back in Singapore for a while and I met up with him and his friend over dinner at My Humble House, a restaurant at Esplanade. Nice chairs, nice ambience, bad music, meagre servings, average taste and fucking exorbitant sums up the not at all humble place.

I initially suggested we dine at NYDC, since I don’t want to compel them to have vegetarian food with me. He said NYDC is too fattening and wanted me to find vegetarian food. It’s funny how he still remember that I’m herbivorous in spite of the short times we spent together at work. I wasn’t expecting that, really, since my buddies never seem to be able to remember that. I really appreciate that.

Well, I did manage to find a vegetarian restaurant, Indinine, at Suntec. He finds the decor too tacky and decides that we should adjourn to Esplanade to try My Humble House. That was how his wallet broke.

But anyway, thanks for the treat. I kinda miss the old times when I had someone to bicker and play badminton with.

Non-edible Animals?

It is heartening to know that most people treat animal abuse with contempt, as evident from the plethora letters written in to the Straits Times Forum. If you have been like my friend, who is oblivious to anything beyond the scope of his medical text, a man was recently convicted of toturing a six-week-old kitten by rubbing its eyes and beating its head. Apparently, the injuries were so severe that the kitten had to be put to sleep (link, isn’t it sad that Singaporeans have to resort to India Times after the commercialisation of ST Online).

Some, like Dawn, Director of Operations, Cat Welfare Society, noted that CWS is pleased with the sentence meted out to this sick man while others like Ms Tini Abdul thinks that the sentence is way too light. I think we’ve made some progress since 1997, when it took CJ Yong Pung How to overrule a magistrate court verdict and hand down a one-month jail term on a 31-year-old who beat his neighbour’s dog to death. The day where we are able to treat animal abuse with the same severity as human abuse is one where we can truly call ourselves a civilised society.

So most people disagree with animal abuse, but just what are animals? Are they just cute and fluffy domesticated creatures like cats and dogs? I don’t know why people get all uptight and disgusted about people eating dog and cat meat but are fine with feasting on chickens, ducks, pigs, cows, sharks and what not. It seemed as if some animals are made to be eaten while others are not. Why the distinction, I can’t comprehend.

Xiaxue wrote an entry a while back on how her mum “prepares” a crab for cooking. Most of us would have been familiar with this gruesome process, but try it on a cat and you are labelled an animal abuser and could be subjected to the wrath of our law. I vividly recall my first cooking lesson in Home Econs class back in Secondary 1 where we had to cut a piece of chicken meat. I was pretty traumatised by the whole event – having to hold a piece of slimey raw meat and slice it up into pieces. I thought all mothers must be pretty brave to be able to endure all that and cook for us. Perhaps, it was partly why I gave meat up 5 years later.

A few years ago, I sold flags for SPCA for my college’s compulsory community service. At the end of the 3-hour community service, we returned our donation cans back to SPCA volunteers who happened to be feasting on a cocktail of chicken, pork and sotongs. Ironically, SPCA’s motto was “Be Kind to Animals”. In my brief meeting with Dawn from CWS, I learnt that she gave up meat as well after realising how inane it sounds to call yourself an animal lover and feed on them (ok, that’s animal lover in another sense). The point is, most of us are already inured to the sufferings of most animals. A handful of them are lucky enough to be classified as non-edible while most of them just end up on our dinner tables.

Why the double standard, I can’t understand.

Trust Educators to Protect Our Children’s Modesty

Singaporean educators sure have a tough job. I mean, they’ve got to conduct spot checks on handphones and endure through gruesome sex flicks of their students (she made it to Wikipedia?!), scruntinize their students’ blogs to see if they’re being flamed online (and send them for public flogging after that), conjure impromptu and bombastic tirades on sly, crafty old rats who refuse to hand up assignments (and tearing up the the subpar ones after that, of course).

I mean, can you imagine having to do all that all the time while trying to fulfill your main job as a teacher? And just when you thought that’s all our poor educators have to do, The New Paper ran a featured story (“Punishment strips students of dignity”, Saturday, March 4, 06) today on teachers who ordered school girls to take off their coloured bras (and attend the rest of the school day without any) as a punishment for wearing a non-white bra!

According to the school’s principal, the rationale was because they “were concerned with the development of good values in our youth” and “[The school] would like their students to develop a sense of decorum and modesty”!

Noble aspirations, dear Principal. I’m sure all our school girls will become decorous fair ladies under your insightful and wise leadership. I fully agree that protruding nipples through translucent white blouses are much less distracting than coloured bras. The male teachers and students will also be able to concentrate better in classes with your policy. Thank you very much for protecting our young and naive children’s modesty.

Hey, I also read that the bras that were confisticated were never returned to these students. Some schools even have their prefects stash those evil bras away in a box at the prefects’ room. I wonder what do they do with those bras? Auction them off over eBay or just for perfuming the room with the “aroma” of the owners’ perspiration? Whatever it is, I’m very sure my children will be in safe hands with a group of ever-vigilant and hardworking teachers in future.

The report noted that it is not identifying the school as “they do not want to embarass the girls any further”. I am not quite sure about that – about embarassing the girls or the school, that is. I mean, if I’m a girl at the school, I’ll be damn happy to let everyone (and MOE) know about my wonderful school and principal. Must reward our educators for their efforts in inculcating decorum and modesty in our young children, mah!

Who Defines Good Web Design?

When I first hooked myself online 10 years ago with a 28.8kbps modem borrowed from a friend, I was fascinated by the possibilities that the Internet could offer. I can’t exactly remember when I started my first personal webpage, but that was long before blogs were called blogs. They were more like diaries, but I never enjoyed keeping something so private on the Internet. My writings were thus more observational and critical rather than narrative. But I digress.

Back in the 1990s, The Internet and more specifically HTML itself were still in their infancy. Most personal webpages were flamboyantly ornated with scrolling marquees, blinking texts, custom cursors, background music, java applets and what not. Many of them still are.

Many amateur web designers and bloggers, overwhelmed by the plethora of possibilities the WWW could offer, readily embrace any possible technology in customising their site – from backgrounds to scrollbars to cursors to titles. It is perhaps much like how some car lovers would plaster up their rides with millions of decals and vinyls, install roof scoops and neon lights. Admittedly, not everyone would find such decor to their taste. But to the owners, it may just be a way to identify with their posessions.

While Jeremy may have felt a tinge of sarcarsm on my description of his blog, the truth is that no malice was intended at all. After all, who really defines a good web page? Jeremy’s friends may have liked how colourful his page is while I prefer to keep mine easy on the eyes. The “warning” was only put up in part because I assumed that my readers (if any) may not be able to adjust so readily from my almost monochrome page to his.

With the flexibility bestowed on web designers and bloggers in customising their webpages, many are tempted to over-customise their website. While it is great to have a site that stands out from the rest, we should ensure that it stands out for the right reasons. I’d play safe and go by the golden rule of “Less is More”. Anything in excess can never be good.

I’d note the following, though they are strictly my preferences:

  1. Scrolling marquees and blinking text are definitely out. Heck, they can even trigger seizures in epileptic patients.
  2. Background music is not appreciated. Most of us have tons of music queued up in our playlist already. Being interrupted while surfing the net does not sound appealing.
  3. Consistency is imperative. Don’t get too caught up with customising everything you can. The arrow cursor, for instance, tells the user that there’s nothing to interact with. The hand cursor, for another instance, tells the user that he/she can click to interact with the object. If you had customised the cursor, the user would be at a lost having lost the vital visual cues.
  4. Frames are defunct. I never liked them anyway for I could never get to bookmark a framed page correctly

More tips on proper webdesign can be found at the following:

  1. Everything Else: The Top Fifteen Mistakes of First Time Web Design
  2. Art and the Zen of Web Sites