I've received my first chinese new year card last week.









obtw I've confirmed with my brothers. Apparently, the music i heard the night before was delusional. Oh well... maybe it begins with hearing music. Maybe one of this days i'll start seeing sercret codes and hidden messages in the newspapers.

I'm pretty shut eyed sleepy today. I slept at 12 midnight yesterday. Usually, sleeping at such hours don't take that much out of me, especially if it is only the begining of the week.



Sometime in the middle of the night last night, there was this booming bad music that sounded like it was coming from a fuzzy radio. The surround sound system was good, except that i was in the middle of my hide and seek game with uncle Zhou's daughter (To meet with uncle Zhou, according to chinese sayings, is to sleep). And yes... i want to marry her too, but that's beside the point.



The blaring music went on and on and i tilted my head to look over to my brothers, and none of them were stirring. Could they be so sound asleep, or was the music delusional? Anyway, investigating sources of music in the dead of the night was never a wise thing to do, I've seen that much on tv. So i tried to ignore the music, cover myself with me (deliberate grammer) blanket and tried go back to find uncle Zhou's daughter, who might be missing me already.



Anyway, i wasn't sure whether i slept with the music still going on or whether the music died down before i returned to dreamland. Hmm... gotta double check with my brother later tonight to see if it was delusional.

Saw in today's New Paper an article that talked about using honey-trappers (the use of female private investigators to approach the boyfriend to see if the boyfriend does become unfaithful) to test ya boyfriends. And there i went, asking my friends to hire a honey-trapper to send to me : D Anyway, think there was an interview with one of the honey-trappers. She's like so hot and cutie, i want to marry her.



There something about females and driving... they simply bring your attention to them. Just today, i saw one female driver trying to park a car at a "no parking" area, with enough width for an entire tank. Still she had to knock down a barrel (burning those stuff). Then recently, my friend and cousin took her driving test, and um... those testers are nasty people.



And today, the bus i took sported a female driver. To my surprise, she was a pretty fast driver. I would have thought she would be a slow driver. Maybe its just me, or there's some kind of a stereo type that female drivers are slow or poor drivers. Anyway, i always like fast drivers, don't need to sleep in the bus for too long before getting home to sleep in my cozy bed. Yeah, my bed is cozy... and if you're a girl and you don't believe it, you're welcomed to prove me wrong : p



... yeah, a cheeky thought...

Went for a meeting yesterday, and the meeting ended at 5+pm. I asked my boss if i could go home, and woah, going home from Chinatown is much faster than from Buona Vista. Anyway, i am always thinking of things to ask my boss, like whether friday is casual dress day and whether i could work at home.



Not that i think i'll get to work at home, but it is nota good thing to work at home either. The mingling of personal life and work life would degenerate the quality of life. I don't wanna it to become like back in Gippy, working at night and sleeping in the mornings. Of course, there's those nasty few who claims that i have no life, and thus doesn't matter if i work at home or in the office.



Who says i have no life! I went to the movies yesterday. Alone yeah, but it's not called "no life". You can call it lonely life though : p I watched Phantom of the Opera, a show which i have been meaning to watch for quite some time. They don't show it in Bishan daily. The ballads were beautiful and the girl, Christine, her voice is so sweet, i want to marry her.

Managed to catch bits of Get Rea! on mobile tv this morning. The feature was on exotic dancing. And there's this girl interviewed by Diana Ser who holds classes for exotic dancing. She doesn't teach the students to strip, just how to do sensual moves. I wonder if she takes in male students... Anyway, you don't get to see exotic dancing teachers everyday and the teacher is so hot, i want to marry her.



On a more serious note, i really am thinking of learning dancing. Kind of wierd huh? Just as my couzin is thinking of quitting dance i'm thinking of picking it up. But then i'm always thinking of picking up new stuff, like diving, japanese, tea culture, musical instruments etc etc. But i never always never seem to get about to doing them... oh well... crap happens.

I was thinking about my post yesterday, and i do realise that most people looking at the phrases "Wei" and "Oi", would probably intone it wrongly and form a wrong perception in their mind. Well... it's difficult to intone it the way i did, even for those who know me pretty well, coz these speech signature were adapted from someone else, and seldom come up in my normal conversations.



What do i mean by speech signature? Have you ever had a conversation with friend A and then suddenly say "If friend B were here, he would say blah blah" That is speech signature. Tone, pitch, personality, vocabulary and the style of speech all combining into a single signature. Once you've gotten the speech signature of your friend, you can begin conversing with your friend without him/her ever being present. You just use his/her signature when replying to yourself!



Haha, maybe that's why i always talk to myself...

Today's bus to work was the usual earphones tuned into 933fm. Except i wasn't in the normal sleepy head mode, coz i slept at 10pm yesterday. Manage to catch some bits of a show on channel 8 before sleeping though.



In the show, there was this girl who stayed up all night to retrieve a laptop for the guy she likes coz there was a presentation coming up and important information was in the laptop. Then when getting the laptop to the guy, there was a traffic jam, and the girl got off the taxi and continued on foot running to the guy's office to pass the laptop to him. "Ooo, the pain..." says the hard disk.



Anyway, the presentation was unsuccessful, coz some evil guy deleted the software. Doh... don't they know the fundamentals of IT work? Backup and more backup. Click the save button ten times, copy to thumb drive, tape drive, floppy drive and burn a CD. Okie... that was more like telling myself...



With the presentation unsuccessful, the guy had to do overtime at home. Silly girl comes to his home, whips up a gorgeous feast and was doing the dishes when the guy's girlfriend came home. Needless to say, it was the girlfriend who got the hug and silly girl went off hurriedly and lonely. Hmm.....



Anyway, back to the bus, i was reading a library comic book which i have to help my brother return before 5th next month. And then sometime along the way, Dancing Kid boarded the bus to go to school. I think the girl has ESP or something, coz i was so engrossed in the comic book and my earphones was blasting 933fm music in my ears, she still managed to get me to look up and discover her!



Anyway, she took a seat near the center of the bus. The seat beside her was empty. And as i was making my way to the seat, some other guy sat down beside her. I think i must have said "Wei" quite loudly. Coz as i turned around to make my way back to my original seat, the guy tapped my shoulder and offered the seat to me! Haha, talk about being ah beng...



Speaking of beng-ness, the cast of 91A movie got a reshuffle recently. Remember that i mentioned that i alwasys take up the seat behind a lady? Yesterday, an auntie took the lady's seat, and ended up she took my seat. And i think i must have yell "Oi" quite loudly yesterday, coz today, the auntie was still occupying the lady's seat and the lady sat way in front today leaving my seat for me.



*sigh* the ah beng that i am... To the guy and gal who offered me the seats and who probably does not read this blog (i have less than 10 readers daily.), i'm sorry for being so rude.



Anyway, after Dancing Kid boarded her NUS bus, before 91A movie could begin, i decided to go to the toilet at the coffee shop across the road. And i think i must have been buying a little too many roti pratas, coz when the uncle saw me approaching from afar, he stood up in anticipation of selling me a "one egg one gosong" package. Felt kind of embarassed when i had to tell him i was just going to the toilet.



Anyway, for breakfast today, i had my usual coffee, and... roti prata... one egg one gosong : p

Didn't come in yesterday night as promised. I was v tired. Slept the moment i got home, but it still wasn't enough. Today is another of those days where i board the bus hoping to get a seat to sleep in, but didn't coz the bus was spilling with uniformed students. Yes, i'm biased against uniformed students, what about that? "Nay neh ni boo boo".



Speaking of that, saying "Nay neh ni boo boo" to those younger cousins of mine really fires them up. They become extremely hostile and angry, as if the phrase was a viking prayer used to turn warriors into berserkers. Which of course makes it all the more worthwhile to say it to them : D



Anyway, i think i'm pretty sane today, becoz i thought up of a couple wacky things to do, but didn't, mainly because i was tired. First was thinking of offering one of my earphones, tuned into 933fm, to a stranger sitting beside me in the bus. The other wacky thing was, when i was queueing up for my coffee, i thought maybe i could say out loud, "Who wanna treat me coffee." Hey... ya never noe, i just might get a free coffee for the day : p

I hate coming down with flu. When i asked my mom if she had flu tablet with her, she dug through her medicines and found a slab of expired tablets. I was about to just take a panadol if my mom couldn't find any non-expired flu tablets and hope for some placebo effect. Fortunately, i didn't need to go placebo.



Today began with lunch with my cousins. My uncle was treating us for helping him to paint the house a couple weeks back. Yeah, the painting where i injured my finger. The finger is still injured though, but atleast i got a good feast out of the deal : D Then later in the evening, went to my auntie's house for the fortnightly gathering and got my flu there.



Hadn't really been sick since i came back from gippy. Except for that other time when i got a fever, hyperventilated, took an ambulance and thought i was gonna die, all in one package. Other than that, hadn't really been sick since. Don't we love things in packages?



Can't stay to chat more though, the medicine is kicking in and i'm already tearing severely from the yawning. Drowsiness. Oh well... no point fighting it, i'll come back tomorrow night, and hopefully with fewer need of tapping the backspace key. Happens when you're drowsy...

Watched Elektra with Yvonne and her friends today. Unfortunately, the actress didn't really look that sexy in her killer red costume... or was that red killer costume... I think its more appropriate to say red costume designed for assassins.



Bought a sunflower for Yvonne today, and was kind of stunned by the price. Compared to the single stalk of pink rose, which i bought for my couzin on her birthday in the market, which was only 50c, the cost of the beautified sunflower was like abalone compared to mushroom. I always thought flowers were like $5.... oh well...



Went for a light run just now, think i must pick up swimming again to help regulate my breathing. My breathing rhythm gets kind of messed up, especially when i start sprinting the last leg of my run.



Hope my couzin's grandma get well soon.

I signed up with Stat Counter (free) yesterday. Now my blog has a counter. Please bear with it if you generally hate cookies, coz it uses a six hour expiry cookie to determine if a user is unique. That means the same ip would be considered as a new user after six hours have passed. I could change the cookie expiry time to longer, but since the recommended time was six hours, i'm sticking to six. And anyone who wants to monitor the statistics of their own site, this is a good place to start.



And for yesterday, there were six unique visitors, *muak* *muak*. Thank you guys (gals) for supporting the bandit. The lack of supporters have seen me dropping even from yahoo search engine already, using keywords "lbandit" that is.

Boy am i tired today. But atleast i had for breakfast a plate of crispy wishes, a cup of hot hello, slices of good morning, and a spoon of sweet smile in addition to my usual one egg one gosong roti prata. Isn't that sweet : )



Speaking of roti prata, i was repeating my order to the uncle for like ten times, "One egg one gosong" Maybe its not just the prata that comes in egg and gosong flavors. So for the last time that i tried, i pointed at the roti prata and repeated, "One egg one gosong" Finally, i bought my slices of heaven and returned to the bus stop to wait for 91A movie to begin.



The cast was a little sleepy. The girl whom i always sit behind was knocked out on the bus. The indian guy, probably her colleague, over at another seat seems alright though. The golden hair boy from across the street (i see him when i cross the bridge to get my slices of heaven) also seemed bright and fresh. The girl who always manages to queue up in front of me whenever we alight from the bus didn't even turn up.



Two sleepy heads out of four, oh wait, including me that would be three sleepy heads out of five. Anyway, with such omens foreshadowing (i have absolutely no idea what foreshadow means, i just like the sound of it that's all) the day, i think today's gonna be a drag.



Look at this, cats running all over my blog!







and even more cats!

I have lots of thoughts going through my mind. I even form from sentences to entire imaginary conversations on what to write here. But somehow, i seem to have forgotten every single bit of it by the time i get to sit infront of the computer. Now i don't have an inkling of what i was thinking about before...



Oh well, to pass your time, here's the link to another pretty well-known SG blog. Mr Brown.



Maybe i'll add another to the breakfast archives. I had nasi lemak today, and the auntie didn't give me the spoon. She always doesn't give spoon, you have to take it yourself from the spoon rack. Anyway, i had to use a tiny miserable fork, which i kapok from some tea break function in Gippy. Sometimes, i wish that fork was a spork instead.



Hey, my birthday is coming in a couple months time, anyone want to buy me a platinum spork? Gold spork, diamond spork, kryptonite spork? Yeah, kryptonite spork would be good. Being on the darker shade of things, you never know when you have to fight with superman.

I think the aunties and uncles from the canteen reads my blog. If not, how else could you explain that, when on friday i commented that the ju kueh was horrible, come monday i get charged $1.70 for a 70c coffee?



Oh wait... what's this $1 coin doing on the floor? Hmm... It must have dropped out when i took my handphone out of my pocket, which result in me counting a lesser amount of change, which led me to think that my coffee was priced at $1.70. Haha, for a moment i thought my coffee was becoming branded.



17th Jan. Yay, pay day on thursday. And to top it, friday is a national holiday. I wonder why they call national holidays, public holidays. Isn't the whole country, well... almost the whole country, poor army/police, transit, retail guys. Anyway, why call it public holiday when both private and public sectors get a holiday. Then again, if we are too particular, we might end up calling the days as "National Off Except For Army/Police, Transit And Retail Too If They Don't Want To Earn Money Day", doink.



Haha, i just found something rather funny to do with the keyboard. You know how most keyboards come with two "Shift" keys. And if you wanted an uppercase (capital) letter, you press down the "Shift" key and hit the character you need. Now try it again with both "Shift" keys pressed. Hahah, i know, its lame. Trust me to sign off with some lame stuff...

Mmmm... the sweet smell of ginger vinegar is cooking through the kitchen's window. Somewhere someone is making something nice to eat. *envy* Today feels like a lazy sunday. That's probably because i slept very early last night. As a result, i woke up very early this morning.



I shall digress. I was typing and watching a S.H.E. mtv the making at the same time, and there's this guy who was involved in the mtv, he gets to get up close to one of the S.H.E girls. Up close enough for kissing distance. The girl even graps the guy around the neck playfully, makes fun of the guy for not being so shy... *ENVY*



Coming back to the topic on lazy sunday, gonna get down to toa payoh in a couple of minutes to return a library book, get some ju kueh and on to char kway teow dot com to prepare for the tourney later today. Now my fabulous neighbours are frying garlic. Mmmmm... I think they are getting ready for some party or something, cooking so much stuff at 10:20 am.



Anyway, yeah, i'm gonna buy some nice ju kueh to eat to make up for my friday's trauma.

Woke up earlier today to get prepared to go Yvonne's place to teach her some mahjong. Ended teaching her and her mom on some of the mahjong fundamentals. Went home packing, i think, three litres of detergent. When i presented the detergent to my mom, the first thing my mom asked was whether my friend was guy or girl. Hmm... What has my friend's gender got to do with me bringing home large amounts of detergent? Oh well.



I'll stop here for now, i'm having a terrible headache for the week of late sleep. Gonna make a phone call before going to hear uncle zhou's daughter sing me lullabyes.

I was late for my usual 91A bus. Wasn't very sure why i was late, but the entire cast of the 91A movie went ahead without me. Then again, i couldn't possibly expect everyone to alight and wait for me to arrive.



Anyway, having eaten like 20+ roti prata for breakfast during the past two weeks, i decided to try something new today. Often, when i buy ban mian, i would catch myself eyeing the ju kueh advert at the ban mian stall.



So i asked the auntie today, "You have ju kueh?" Auntie said yes and i said i wanted ju kueh. And then the auntie went off to pick up the pieces. Which left me absolutely stunned. Wasn't the exchange protocol supposed to include her asking me how many pieces of ju kueh i required?



Anyway, i thought it'll be fine, maybe the auntie sold ju kueh in sets of three. So i saw the auntie pack the ju kueh into the plastic bag, one, two, three, four... four? ok, maybe auntie sells in sets of four. Just when i was thinking that, the number of ju kueh went up to five. And i was like, 'Omg, nobody eats ju kueh around here and the auntie is gonna sell me all her ju kueh.'



Luckily, the number five was auspicious enough and the auntie began to scoop cai po (neither pinyin nor canto, but i've always pronounced cai po this way.) into the plastic bag. Turned out that the whole plastic bag of ju kueh costs only one dollar (SGD if anyone is curious). So it was like 20c per piece, i always thought ju kueh was 40c per piece. And i thought, "Hey, i got a pretty good deal."



But turns out that i always never get good deals. The ju kueh was alright, not terrible, not fabulous, just the ju kueh next door. But the cai po was.... i cannot begin to describe the distaste. Maybe its because that i've been eating only Tiong Bahru ju kueh of late, so i hadn't really tried a wide variety. But i swear if there was coke and diet coke, then the cai po i ate today is diet cai po, 'nuff said.

I'm feeling mango today. The thing about feeling fruity, or fruitful in my couzin's words, is that fruition (fruit type of emo-tion?) are ambiguos. Take strawberries for example. Those who have never eaten a bad strawberry will say it is sweet. And those who have never eatern a good strawberry will say it is sour. A single type of fruit, could possibly have so many different flavours. And those who have eaten many strawberries would invariably understand that strawberries can be sour or sweet. And thus form a generic perception of how the fruit feels on the tongue.



A little about yesterday. Went to watch a free movie, straits times lucky draw, with Yvonne, her friend and her friend's colleagues. The movie, Alfie, was rated M18, i think. The show was generally alright, 'cept for the parts where the director wants to show Alfie's thoughts. To indicate the words that were Alfie's thoughts, Alfie would turn his head to the screen and begin talking, with the surrounding oblivious to him talking and him oblivious to the surroundings, like what you see in cartoons. I'm sure i've read somewhere before that making movies this way was "no no". Or maybe its just my imagination...



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Boss not coming in today. And she kept reminding me to turn off eveything before i go home, especially the soldering iron. Dam, forget to turn of the soldering iron once and i get yadas all the time. Oh well... maybe its thursday. Or maybe its mangoes. Hahahaha {Man goes} somewhere -> mangoes. I know its lame... doink.

I've finished that korean vcd which i talked about a couple posts back. Turn out that it was another sappy soppy love story. At one point in time, the boy said he wanted to meet the girl. So the girl schedules to meet the boy in a week time, which was two years for the boy, coz boy was living in t1 (1998).



Upon watching that, i went like, "Omg, wait for two years! The boy is surely gonna die in the show.". And it turn out that the girl didn't meet the boy at the meeting point coz the boy really did die. Haha, maybe i should go into script writing.



Before the said arrangement of the meeting, the girl actually met her ex-boyfriend. Her ex-boyfriend went abroad earlier, fell in love with another girl, though irrelevant, and acheived the status of ex-boyfriend. Let's just say ex-boyfriend left korea in t1.5, where t1 < t1.5 < t2.



The girl wrote a letter to the boy saying, "Sorry, could you please stop him (ex-boyfriend) from leaving."



Turn out that before the day of the arranged meeting arrived. The silly boy really did try to stop the ex-boyfriend from leaving the girl at t1.5. And as the boy was crossing the road (to stop the ex-boyfriend from leaving), he got knocked down by a car and instead went to sing "hallelujah" with angels on wings.



When girl knew that boy died for her, she became all weepy and decided that she really want this guy after all. She quickly wrote a letter to tell boy... i donno what was in the letter, can't read korean. Anyway, the boy received the letter and avoided certain death in t1.5. Boy met up with girl at the begining of t2 , before the first letter was sent from t2 to t1 and i assume they lived happily ever after.



Now... time travel stories are always hard to write, and i don't really blame this show for having such a bad time travel experience. The show was after all more revolving on the love thingy. Look at terminator and back to the future. These are stories that revolve around time travel, and some parts they fall into time loops too.



What's a time loop? If boy didn't die in t1.5 then girl wouldn't cry in t2 and wouldn't send the rescuing letter from t2 to t1. Then boy wouldn't have recieved the rescuing letter and boy dies in t1.5 thus falling into a cycle. Okie, i think i better stop here before i go into the different variations in time loops, less i bore the larger part of my blogders.

I went for a light run after work yesterday. It was a pertty good run, except for the throbbing ache in my knee after that. Maybe i should get some of those knee support thingy to wrap around my legs before running. But then again, knee supports sound like very old, weak and etc. What happend to the ah beng who ran full marathons without a second of hesitation, practice and warm up? Haha, maybe the marathon took its toll on me. oh well... crap happens.



After the run, so intent i was on getting a shower, i totally forgot about taking clean clothes and towel with me into the bathroom. And i remembered only after i finished my shower. End up i had to wear my sweaty shorts back out to grab the towel and clothing :/



Speaking of clothes, its funny how people always comment about my clothes having holes. But if a t-shirt didn't have holes, where am i supposed to put my head and arms? It'll no longer be a t-shirt, it'll be a towel. Oh.. maybe they were asking me to wear a sarong instead. Then again... they could be commenting about the additional unnecessary holes in my t-shirts.



After the night blog yesterday, i hanged around msn for awhile, until my brother wanted the phone line. Was hoping to catch Yvonne online. Anyway i msn-ed my lil couzin. She's pretty humorous. Okie, maybe there wasn't enough honey in that flattery, i'll try again. She's pretty and humorous. How about that : p Anyway, the exchange went something like this :



"I just wrote something in my blog. ", said me.

"So how was your day? ", said her.

"Fruitful? ", continued her.

I don't like making double posts in a day... really. But since i'm feeling apple... i don't know what it feels like to be an apple, but i was trying to think of a fruit to describe feelings and orange didn't sound good. Neither was banana or soursop.



Yay! I didn't really do any overtime today. Hmm.. to think i even cancelled a pre-arranged dinner with a couple friends : /



Turned out that i actually told my boss that what she wanted me to do cannot be done. Dam, you don't get that often do you : p Anyway, i'm not really sure if it is because of product liability or technical know-how. Anyway, I'll try abit more tomorrow. And if i do get it to work... then poor me, don't think i'll be going home tomorrow if that happens.



I was gonna write more, but now i'm feeling guava now, so i'll save it for tomorrow and hope i'll feel mango by then. Till then, hope everyone is feeling juicy starfruit for the rest of the night ; )

I hate mondays and i hate it when my boss tells me on friday to complete something by wednesday. Almost spoiled my friday, and weekend, but since it was a last minute kind of thing, i'm didn't change my schedule that much.



Anyway, i met up with Roy together with another friend. And could you believe it? There's actually someone who can be more pessimistic than me. What the hell. Stop snatching my title as the most pessimistic guy. By the power bestowed upon me by arrogance, i order thee to become optimistic. : p



Today's bus was overflowing with students in uniforms. Arggh, why don't these little kids go to shool or something? Why do they have to fill up the buses. Ok, i know, i've talked about this before. They are going to school. Anyway, the good thing is that NUS (National University of Singapore, or something like dat) has also started school, and babe watch activity was high on nine. Yay!

I was on my way home yesterday and i was on the radio. Well, my ears, not my voice was on the radio. Anyway, there was this song that went dun, dun, dun and then began singing "It's a long long..." And before the singer could finish the first line of her song, i went like "Hey that's Yvonne's song." Maybe i should stop listening to it so much, less i memorise the lyrics... : D



Was quite tired and sleepy yesterday and probably today too. Think must be due to the little sleep nights. Really should go back to sleeping at 10pm. Anyway, i met dancing kid for coffee yesterday. And on my way home, i met this army friend of mine on the bus. I absolutely cannot remember my friend's name, only his face. And to keep the meeting from degenerating into "Hi, bye", i asked him my favourite question.



"Are you married? ", said me.

"No, not married. ", said friend.

From this point on, i was pretty tactless. I guess it must have been due to my sleepy head. Anyway...

"When are you getting married? ", said me.

My friend snorted a laugh, tapped her girlfriend's shoulder and went like ,"Eh... when ah? " For all i know, that could have been his proposal right there, right then on the bus. Bus 156, around 10pm. Doh.

Monday, January 03, 2005, Xiaxue's post. Topic, religion. Read only if you've got an open mind, personally, i think its very well said.

Was watching a vcd my colleague lent to me ages ago. Had wanted to quickly finish it and return it. But my lil cousin sms-ed me to ask me to go online to chat awhile, and while online, found that Yvonne and little couzin was online too. Oh well, i'll finish watching it tonight.



I thought it was gonna be another of those sappy, soppy, makes you cry for bothering to watch kind of show, but a couple minutes into the movie, i went like, "Hey, this is interesting.". The show was entirely in korean and i didn't understand a single word of it, but doesn't really matter since the actress is kind of pretty.



Anyway, the show was about a girl and a boy from two different time dimensions. Actually its the same dimension, time, just different values of t. so here is a summary,

t1 = 1997 december time which boy live in

t2 = 1999 december time which girl live in



Somehow, there is this mailbox of one house which lets them transfer letters from t1 to t2 and t2 to t1. So t2 girl communicates with t1 boy through the mailbox. But then in t1, the girl also exists, which is the past of t2 girl. I'm still in the middle of the second disc, but i'm suspecting that t1 girl falls in love with t1 boy and then breaks up.



Anyway, on my way to work today, i was kind of later (later not late, still early). Waking up in the morning when i've slept at 0130 wasn't easy. Missed my usual time's bus 105 and coupled with the rain, i ended up taking a different 91A bus. The population was different, and babe watch activity was higher. Maybe i shouldn't go to work so early : p



Oh well, boss on leave, rainy season -> flu season, hafta take child to see doctor. Speaking of illness, do you know what medicine to take when you have a fever? Know when you should take panadol? Here's a list:



Take panadol when

- you have fever

- you have cough

- you have leg cramps

- you can't sleep

- you have indigestion

- you feel ill but don't know what medicine to take

- you're in doubt.



No, i'm not advertising for panadol. I'm talking about the placebo effect. It doesn't matter what you're popping, it could be vitamin c or even sugar pills, it can still work like some miracle cure. Of course, you have to think that you've popped some medicine though.



What is placebo effect? Placebo effect occurs when you think you've been given medicine when all you've been given is a placebo pill, usually sugar pills. And you expect to see a change to healthier, and the expectation of change effects the change itself and you become healthier. Or something like dat : p



Read this article on placebos Is it Prozac? Or Placebo

8pm, i'm blogging in at home after having taken dinner and finishing all the coke remaining in the house. Not alot, probably came up to one mug or so. Boss asked me today how my new year was. Hmm... i really should have answered "too fast and too little", which i didn't. Maybe if i did that i'll get half day instead of 3/4 day : ( Oh well, whatever that comes along.



8:10pm, i'm sitting in front of my laptop dazed. I've got nothing to write... i'll take a couple days break. cya.



8:13pm, i'm still sitting in front of my laptop dazed. Has it been a couple days already? no... but time flies doesn't it.



8:15pm, Oh... something comes to mind. Yeat Yee is flying off to HK from KL tmr. And me being the lover of cards from abroad sms-ed her to ask her to send me a new year card from HK. Muhahahaha, but the card would also have been from abroad if i asked her to send me one from KL. But i didn't think of that at that time. Then again, i can't be so clever all the time right?



Hey, stop doing that fake cough when i say, "I can't be so clever all the time.". Let's see if she remembers and i really get a new year card from HK. Finger crossed and hopeful. Oh wait, i can't cross my fingers, both index fingers are injured. How they got injured? Well, one got injured when i got it under a road wheel arm, a part from a tank that weighs like 5 kg i think. Anyway, that finger is now bent and can never straighten, so no more crossing of fingers with that finger.



The other index finger's injury is a little more recent. Was in my uncle house painting and when painting was finished, i got it strained while trying to move some mattress in his house. Think the mattress was also around 5 kg. Now the joint in the index finger is swollen and i can't cross fingers with this finger too.



Ok, that is of course a whole load of exaggeration, i can cross my fingers almost perfectly. So... fingers crossed and one new year card from HK... hopefully.

Here's some random crappy verse just off my head,



If I could speak out loud,

I would not, for I fear.

If I could whisper,

I would whisper in your ear,

"I love you, my dear."

Oh well, not my best yet, but it'll suffice. Anyway, i do realise i have a weird kind of habit, and that is whispering. And i tend to whisper not beside the big drain at esplanade, not in the library, but in front of the fastfood 'restaurant' counters.



Maybe i am cruel or something... oh wait, that's a fact, but then again, its beside the point. I am always amazed at how these staff actually manage to understand my order when all i do is whisper. You know how noisy these places could be, children crying, children laughing, children a running.



Muhahahaha, whispering certainly doesn't seem like what your usual loud mouthed, tumble around Bishan ah beng would do huh. Speaking of Bishan... Oh my poor Bishan, when was the day that they came and destroyed my poor Bishan? I even used to have a girlfriend there... Times change, people change and even the landscape changes.



They took my arcade, took my bossini, and squeezed the magic card trading scene into the sun and rain. They fill the place with shops selling... selling... i do not know what those shops sell, they simply exists! They made coffee bean smaller, refuse to build a sheltered walkway to olio dome and macdonalds still won't go away. Why must they treat my poor Bishan so. Woe woe bishan. *sigh*

The new year has come around, note to self : Remember to write "2005" when writing dates... Many people would be hopeful that a new year would bring better fortunes and stuff. Which is one of the reasons why people make new year resolutions. For some, a new year is more than just symbolic, it represents a new working year, bonuses being dished out last month, school restarting etc.



And there are also people like me, or me like people, who live under gray skies and silver linings of clouds. Even as i typed the phrase "silver linings of clouds", i find myself loving it very much. Because it makes a reference to the more popular phrase, "Every dark cloud has a silver lining (or something like that)". And by my implementation, i am using it to indicate that there are many dark clouds in the skies overhead.



Gray skies and dark clouds, yes, this is a sad post isn't it. Even as i type, a single tear streak down my cheek. Not because i'm crying or anything but because i yawned. Funny how yawning brings tears to your eyes. Did you realise how infectious yawning could be? Did you yawn when you read the yawning part? No? YAWN! C'mon, gimme some face here : p



For a large part though, a new year is merely symbolic. A reason for people to feel that better things would come along. To treat the coming days as a fresh start even though it is just another of those days. Yes, i am oozing (dam, i don't know how to spell oozing and i don't feel like checking the dictionary...) pessimism. But its hard to be optimistic when you feel broken and tired...



Okie, maybe i'll try to be optimistic by making my first resolution of the new year

1.) I'll try to be more optimistic and start lying to myself. I'm the king of the hill, lion of the jungle, dragon of the sea, monkey of the heaven (read sun(1) wu(2) kong(1))... okie maybe not monkey of the heaven, but lion of the jungle!! Hear me ROAr.... yawn.



Okie, i'll roar after i get some snooze : p *yawn*