God (pun not intended), i love this post: Hate Mail Bait.

I'm utterly fed up. I've type like couple hundred of words a couple times, and each time i've deleted everything to start over on another topic. Some things are just not meant to be said : ( So i'll just talk about something no one cares to hear.

You remember i sent an article for publication back when i was in Gippy, i think i've mentioned about it before. Anyway, it was only yesterday that i found out that the article was indeed published, in the Australian Telecommunication Networks and Applications Conference. You can find my article in pages 178 - 181 of the proceedings of the conference at ATNAC 2004 website. I don't recommend that you look at it, coz the pdf file is huge and the article is rather technical, and thus uninteresting. Anyway i'll make a cheer first... Yay! One up for my resume.

Anyway, i was gonna talk about another fm933 deejay and proclaim that i wanna marry her too. But i'm kind of low on enthusiasm these days. And also because i really need to take a pee in the toilet, and i dun like to leave my blog unattended, unless i'm at home. Ciao.

A young man enters a restaurant called the "fo fo" restaurant. He manages to take up a cozy seat by the window. The restaurant has an abalone dish that is renown for bringing happiness to the person who eats it. The waiter comes up to him to take order.

"Sir, may i take your order?"
"I want to eat abalone."
"Yes sir, abalone is good today."
"But I've got only $4."
"I'm sorry sir, you'll need atleast $8 to eat abalone."
"How about if I go without gravy?"
"No sir."
"How about if I used my own plates?"
"No sir."
"How about I used $4 to buy the abalone's gravy?"
"Ok, one abalone's gravy coming up."

Waits awhile.

The abalone gravy arrives, the man slurps the gravy up and leave. He meets his friend later and says "I tried the abalone dish at fo fo restaurant. It doesn't bring happiness as they claim to do."

The above is purely fiction. Yet, there still are people who live in fictional worlds. For these people, they expect the same results even if the budget is cut in half... weird people.

Read this. Cheers.

Today, i woke up at 0530 to the shrill singing of my father's alarm clock. I went into his room, murdered the alarm clock, and didn't bother to wake him, simply becoz i know he won't wake. Frankly, i have no idea why anyone would want to wake at 0530 if he/she does not leave the house by say 0830. Maybe i'm just greedy for more sleep.

I promptly went back to find uncle zhou's daughter* to finish what i started. But somehow, as i was stretching out the lazy bones that were already poking out of my flesh, my left calf muscle spasm once and went into a tight cramp. I think i was pretty conscious at that time, coz i didn't scream out in pain to wake my brothers.

I did manage a muffled "Ow". I had leg cramps while asleep before. There was once i woke with a scream to grab my killer leg. My brother who heard me scream came and ask me "What happened?" I didn't reply, coz i was still asleep! And when the spasm subsided, i laid down and went back to sleep. And my brother went "What the...". I only knew of this when he told me the next day.

Anyway, somehow... i think this cramp is an injury left behind by the recent marathon.

And then at around 0800++ my father came to my room, and woke me up asking "Its 0800++ liao, you still don't go to work? (The sentence structure is ok if it is translated into canto phrase for phrase)" Actually if i quickly took a cab to work, i still won't really be that late for anyone to miss me. But the point is, i'm working five days week and today is a Saturday. After some ma ma boo boo to get the newspaper to prove that it is Saturday, uncle zhou's daughter left and left no traces behind.

So here i am, blogging at 0827 on a Saturday morning, walking around with a limp coz of the lingering effects of the cramp *sigh*

* "Meeting uncle zhou" is a mandarin expression to indicate going to sleep. I'm twisting it a little only because i'm more interested in the imaginary man's imaginary daughter.

Yay! Its Friday, and today is casual dress day. Since when did i have casual dress days, you might ask. Well... since i brought it up in the meeting that never occured and since today, when i waltz into the office in T-shirt and scandals.

You know how i take bus 105 from my house to the Buona Vista MRT to change to bus 91A. There is this girl who also boards and alights the same bus stop as me. Anyway, she usually bunches up her hair, but today, she let her hair down, literally, and looked prettier. Haha, "change is beautiful".

Yesterday was the last show of 933fm show done by together. Kind of sad,coz i'll be missing their laughter. Ya noe, the lady deejay's laughter is so sweet, i want to marry her.

I was meddling with friendster yesterday and i noticed this column which says, "Favourite searches in your network." And under the column, the most highly searched topic was "Kissing Tips". I went "doh" for the... i can't remember how many times i went "doh" since they introduced this favourite searches to friendster. Don't these people have anything else better to do? I mean searching for kissing tips... Anyway, since i had nothing else better to do...

The exact words popped into google engine got back a couple nice results. One of those tips actually suggested that u take a drink before kissing. That would help moistened the lips. Another tip went something like, "Don't kiss for what is to come next, kiss for the moment." After the search, i still had nothing better to do, so i went a step further, i searched on keywords "First date kissing tips". End up i didn't get any kissing tips, but i did get some dating tips. And one of them, which hadn't occur to me before, is to thank your date, for the date. Which really is a very courteous and common sense thing to do.

Anyway, here's something for the guys (guys). If you're thinking of pulling out the chair for the sweetheart of your dreams, think twice and don't do it. I'll give you two very realistic scenarios on why.

Scenario One
You pull out the chair for your sweetheart, she thinks you've pulled it out for yourself, then plops herself nicely onto the chair opposite you. Seeing you still standing, she becomes puzzled and asks, "What!!??"

Scenario Two
You bring your sweetheart to a restaurant with fantastic ambience. You pull out the chair for your sweetheart. At the same time, or a moment later, the restaurant waiter pulls out the chair for YOUR sweetheart. Your sweetheart sees the gesture by the waiter but does not give a dam as to whether you're pulling out the chair or spitting on to it. She then proceeds tp take the chair offered by the waiter.

I'll quote a phrase by Xiaxue, "Pui!"

This morning started almost nondescript-ly. I slept at one am (1am) last night, due to some determined bugger, namely me, who won't give up until he was satisfied with trying out an old game downloaded from the Internet one million years ago. Anyway, i took my usual doctor's prescription this morning, a doze of happiness for the hungry, which comes in the form of dual roti prata.

For the confused, roti prata is a malay delicacy. The ingredients that goes into the roti prata are peices of heaven and oil, which means I have absolutely no idea what roti pratas are made off. But it is oily and only good if you eat it with your hands. So after consuming my medication, i went to the washroom to wash my mouth with soap... literally.

Anyway, i think someone puked into the soap container or something, but i didn't realise that the liquid soap was extremely foul smelling until i've rubbed it all over my hands and lips. Washing it off didn't helped, the pukey smell sticker-ed on.

I went over to another soap container and tried another soap. This other soap smelled much better, and i swear, it even taste like strawberries. But it was no good, the sticker could not be removed : ( What a day... I think i should start packing up now... i'm 18 mins into work and already smell like puke....

Saw on the evening news yesterday that a female chicken turned into a male chicken. And then there was this other chicken then learned to swim because it fell in love with a duck. What is the world coming to? Maybe one of these days dogs will climb trees, pigs will fly, cats will smile, cows will moo and humans will think. Or maybe all these are already happening, just that i need to notice them.

I don't like Wednesdays. Its two days into the week and on a morning, three days to weekend, smack right in the middle. I think the end festive season is too depressing, it damages your spirit and morale and makes you hate Wednesdays.

This is a bad year, there's gonna be a dry holiday-less spell in a couple months time, spreading over June and July. Actually, if you count the bits in May and the bits in August, it is a three month spell, without a single public holiday in it : ( And after that, we get another two months, September and October plus bits of August : ( Maybe i should take MCs every Wednesday.

Hey i thought of something. What is the short form of Wednesday? Its Wed! -> Wed day! -> Wedding Day! Okie, i'm really bored i grant you that. Better start work now.

International Bloggers' Bill of Rights

Excerpt from International Bloggers’ Bill of Rights :
We, the inhabitants of the Blogosphere, do hereby proclaim that bloggers everywhere are entitled to the following basic rights:

FREEDOM TO BLOG.

FREEDOM FROM PERSECUTION AND RETALIATION BECAUSE OF OUR BLOGS:

1.) If an employer wishes to discipline an employee because of his/her blog, it must first establish clear-cut blogging policies and distribute these to all of its employees.
2.) Blogging employees shall be given warning before being disciplined because of their blogs.
3.) NO ONE shall be fired because of his/her blog, unless the employer can prove that the blogger did intentional damage to said employer through the blog.

Blogophobic companies, who violate the Bloggers’ Bill of Rights, will be blacklisted by millions of bloggers the world over.

This is a pretty good read about unemployment, Lectures from a prostitute. Do note that 'ang mo's have a different culture in terms of living space. If i told my cousin, "Let's play majong", he'll reply, "your place or my place?" If we were to turn into 'ang mo', the exchange would be like, "Let's play majong" and the reply, "your dad's place or my dad's place?". Notice the difference in the replies, it is not his house, but his dad's house.

It would seem that ang mo culture expects alot more independence from the growing adults. Zoom back into asian culture, if someone were to say he/she wanna move out, then he/she would easily be seen as running away from home than gaining independence. The cultural differences in the family unit is much different.

Oh and read the comments too. Nods and critiques both.

Excerpt:
Case #1. The out of work professional.

This person has experience in the workplace, a set of skills, and a resume that is both impressive, and currently not in demand. The person is indignant that the workforce has no need of him or her and goes into deep debt, bellyaching about said debt online. The person sprinkles his/her account with reports of being unable to pay his/her bills, and then goes on to share with his/her audience how he/she spent money on a completely unnecessary trifle: a new cellphone, a cute dress, golfclubs, etc. Abruptly my sympathy dries up. I have a personal anecdote relating to this type of situation.

On my way home today, within my housing's compound, i heard a series of "tut tut tut" sounds coming from behind me. I turned around to look, but could only see fluttering dark shapes flitting around. Bats, or so i assumed. There are bats in my area! I always thought bats are kind of cute. Unless they are vampire bats, which ain't so healthy. Fruit bats are cute.

Anyway, i went nearer to the bats, but i think they sensed me approaching and disappeared into the trees, silent and unmoving. I was hoping (how e h*ll do u spell hope in present continuous tense...) one of them would charge me, bite me, drain me of blood and turn me into a vampire. Once i became a vampire, i would then be able to use my hypnotic charm to mesmerise all the pretty girls in the world and muhahahaha >:) muhahahaha... okie enuff of the evil laugh.

To continue the theme of evilness, i'll quote someone dear, "i cannot believe tt when u tink abt a car's design, u tink abt whether issit convenient to make out anot" Haha, 'doink' indeed.

I think the cat (plush toy) on my table is looking kind of frazzled. After all, it has been working overtime and never leaving the office ever since it met me. The cat does everything, from making coffee to programming to keeping colleagues away from me. Funny how my colleague is so afraid of cats, that even the furry toy gives her goose bumps. Throw it at her and she'll leave her shadow behind muhahahaha >:)

At times, when i'm down and out at my desk, the cat just looks at me patiently and giving me silent companionship and encouragement. At times like this, i'll even give it a little peck on its head. First i talk to myself, then i talk to spiders, now i'm kissing plush toys... i need help hahaha. Meow.

Arghh... i think i'm in for a real long year of bad luck. Just this morning, i met my friend to pass him some magic cards so that he could help me pass to another friend so that friend could play in today's magic tourney. After that, i headed over to Toa Payoh Central to buy some chwee kueh home.

There were two customers in front of me, but throughout the whole agonizing process, no one queued behind me. I told the lady, "8 pieces of chwee kueh, packed into 4s.". The lady thought i ordered 4 packets of 8 chwee kueh each, and started packing 8 chwee kueh onto the doggy bag paper. Seeing 8 chwee keuh being packed into one packet, i reiterated my order.

It was an honest mis-communication, the lady was steadfast and refused to pack the chwee kueh into two packs of four for me, but that was still alright. One pack of eight or two packs of four only had aesthetic differences.

As the lady began scooping the cai po onto my chwee kueh, she kept chanting, "It's your fault, it's your fault." There i was trying to buy some chwee kueh home for my family to make a merry morning, this screw up* of customer service had to step all over me.

To top it all, as i was paying up, she said, "Some people at fault also dun want to admit." Considering i've been say "orh. ok." the whole time, it really pisses me. What the hell! I was trying to get some breakfast, not pick an argument or stir up trouble. Mis-communication happens all the time, but did she have to mess up my morning. Fortunate for her, i wasn't feeling nasty, i should have walked off and let them eat their own chwee kueh!

* by screw up, i'm refering to the person being a screw up, not the service being screw up.

Then there was the Phantom of the Opera. Recall that a couple posts back i mentioned that i bought the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, which was incomplete. Yesterday, at the CD shop, i saw this new Phantom of the Opera soundtrack. The packaging box had gold coloured border. Everything else was the same except for the price tag and that the new product was complete, with the soundtrack spreading over 2 CDs.

Doh... just two weeks after i bought the CD, they come out with a better and more complete product.... Instant devaluation of my CD... I think i told my lil cousin i wanted to vomit blood. And in her words, under a different context, "it boils the blood".

I think i am running low on luck or brain capacity today. Like when i chat on msn, i would ask a question about my friends only to realise that i already knew the answer. And then later on in the day, i was going out for my family's CNY dinner, i forgot to take my wallet with me. And to top it, my handphone battery died on me.

At the dinner, there was the usual shark's fin soup which i did not eat. The thing about me not eating shark's fin is that it is a conscious effort on my part. Taking in whiffs of the shark's fin scent, i could almost imagine its taste rolling in my mouth. Argh.. the temptation. Maybe i'll just "save the sharks" for like ten years, then i'll break my vigil and hit the delicacy with a vengeance and eat them all up.

I had wanted to say much more things, but 2am plus, i'm dizzy with lack of sleep. No i haven't get my headaches yet, but i'm losing clarity on my thoughts. I'll go get some sleep. Another time perhaps.

I went to NUS yesterday to attend a dance performance involved in by my lil couzin. Met dancing kid for dinner before heading to the lecture theatre. If you watch a movie in Singapore, and you enter the cinema before the curtains are drawn, when they're still playing some music, you'll manage to see an advertisement by Singapore Dance Group or something like that. In that advertisment, it says "You don't need to know dance to love it." I think i'm beginning to understand that statement after yesterday.

Fortunately, the performance was not too abstract, and i was able to understand most of what was happening.In my couzin's words, "Dance is a form of expression". And it well was, sitting right at the front rows of the theatre, i could see the facial expressions of the dancers how it flowed with the theme. Fake smiles when happy, agony when sad. Kind of a wonderful exprience, considering it is my first (almost, i went to a mini opera at Sydney Opera House) attendance of theatre performance.

Another good thing that turned up was that i managed to meet wilfred, after all these years. Think the last i saw him saw around three years ago. I guess it was nice for him to meet up with me too. He was thinking that he was collecting the lowest ever salary among his peers, until he met me that is... Yeah, welcome to my life.

Didn't get any flowers though, would have been nice to get lil couzin some flowers, but i went there straight from work. Anyway, there was this other guy at the dance, dancer choreographer name it all kind of guy. He was like oozing charisma the whole time, and all the girls were fawning all over him and were like "Peter, take photo with me blah blah!" And there i was, commenting that everyone said i looked terrible with long hair, so why does this long-haired Peter gets all the girls. My lil couzin went like, "He can dance wat, can you?" Yeah, go ahead, step all over me. Hmm.. did i say i wanna pick up dancing many posts back? I think i did. Funny how i keep thinking i missed out all these stuff on younger days while lil couzin is thinking of quitting dance...

Anyway, there was this other guy dancer who looked extremely like one of my NS friend. The resemblence was striking. But it'll be weird if he is still studying. What was he taking triple degree or something? Anyway, at one point of time, i waved at him, and i think he might have thought, "Why is this gay guy waving at me?"

Oh and here's an account of the experience by my lil couzin, herself.

I don't think i could ever get off the wrong side of the bed. Coz my bed is pushed up against a wall, and there is only one side that i could ever get off. But i think i started the day with the wrong foot or something. Missed 91A, didn't get coffee or breakfast, now i feel like the whole world owes me an apology.

So i thought i'll just make some random rants, to get things off my chest, less i blow up at the wrong time, better to mumble and complain than let it effect into a confrontation, ya?

I'll begin with photography. Whenever i try to take a photograph, there would invariably be people who try to hide, raise anything to cover their face. To put in simpler words, these [Censored] are trying to spoil the photograph and waste MY film. And ya noe wat, these very people would turn around, point the finger at me and ask me why I would waste MY film. The audacity.

I think i'll stop with just one rant. That single rant seem to target alot of people. Now that the world has become a better place, i shall go to the canteen to get my coffee and breakfast >:(

What am i doing online on such unearthly hours on a weekday? Before i continue, i'll define my use of today and yesterday. Today starts when i wake up and yesterday ends when i go to bed. So there's no need to go into technical details of whether 12am is today or yesterday.

I think i slept a little too much in the afternoon today, and i can't fall asleep now. Been tossing and turning in my bed for one hour already. I can only begin to imagine the determination of a couple of my friends who suffer occasional insomnia. They would lie in their bed for hours and on, unable to get to sleep, but content to continue tossing and turning.

Plenty of thoughts are running through my head. So much so that i'm getting a headache now. But then again, i always get headaches when i lose sleep. I still remember days in Gippy when i get flu due to both spring season and lack of sleep. The flu, at times become so serious, it introduces a dull throb to the head, which in turn resulted in more lack of sleep. Well.. panadol works wonders, whether as placebo or painkillers.

Often, i get friends who complain to me of insomnia. With so much information regarding insomnia on the internet, it does come as a surprise when they complain. Surely if they couldn't sleep, they could atleast get a good read : D The problem with sleeping problems is that whenever i point out the slight seemingly inconsequential stuff that might in effect be causing the loss of sleep, it gets dismissed.

One example could go like :
"Maybe its the night light?"
"But i always sleep with night lights."
Maybe that's why u get insomnia nine out of ten nights, duh! It is especially frustrating when u explain that they could be hungry and they announce that they are on a diet.

Yes dieting, it gets on my nerves whenever i hear it. However thin a girl is, she'll say that she's fat... somewhere. I don't know, maybe the fats got to her brain or something. Oh which in turns mean she is correct in claiming to be fat somewhere, by having a fat brain.

Or maybe i'm losing sleep because it's valentine's day. I did some googling on keywords, "valentine" and "depression". Apparently, there isn't any study that concludes that people get depression on valentine's day. But i found that daylight savings could actually cause depression, by having fewer daylight hours. Which kind of explains why numerous friends are depressed when they go over to Gippy initially. I always thought they were running away from families, boyfriends or girlfriends. Obtw, no, i'm not feeling depressed nor am i depressed. I'm just bored and curious.

Henceforth, I shall not take long naps in the afternoon. Oh wait... i think i made such a proclaimation before. Hmm... I think i'll rephrase that so i won't go back on my own words again. Henceforth, I shall not take long naps in the afternoon until my next long afternoon nap. Okie, that seems to carry as much weight as pigs mooing. Huh what? Pigs don't moo? Oh well... i need sleep anyway.

Watched "Finding Neverland" today. The show talks about Peter Pan at its humble beginings, of estranged marriage and lovely widow. Pretty good show.

Happy V.day everyone.

Arghh... The phantom of the opera sound track i bought has missing pieces. During the masquerade, the phantom was supposed to appear and sing the following verse,
Why so silent, good Monsieurs?
Did you think that I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good Monsieurs?
I have written you an opera.
Here, I bring the finished score.
Don Juan Triumphant!
Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts
Carlotta must be taught to act
Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage
Our Don Juan must loose some weight
It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age
And my managers must learn that their place is in an office
Not the arts
As for our star, Miss Christine Daae...

No doubt she'll do her best
It's true, her voice is good
She knows, though
Should she wish to excell
She has much still to learn
If pride will let her return to me, her teacher
Her teacher...
Bleahz... incomplete soundtracks, just my luck.

Phantom of the Opera Lyrics (Movie)

CHRISTINE
In sleep he sang to me,in dreams he came....
that voice which calls to me and speaks my name...
And do I dream again? For now I find
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind...

PHANTOM
Sing once again with me our strange duet...
My power over you grows stronger yet...
And though you turn from me,to glance behind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind...

CHRISTINE
Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear...
I am the mask you wear...
PHANTOM
It's me they hear...

BOTH
You're/my spirit and you're/my voice, in one combined:
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your/my mind...

CHORUS
Beware the Phantom of the Opera...
He's there,the Phantom of the Opera...

Went for a 6km jog earlier today, really shouldn't have done that considering that i've been idling for the past week. But have got lots of pent up energy, too much good food : p



Anyway, after i returned from my run, i noticed that my brother packed up the shoes' area abit. And i thought, if some parts of the house was getting cleaned up, it was only respectful to clean up the praying tablet. So i went into the kitchen, took a look at the tablet and had to ask me mom, "Was the tablet always like that or did it crack in half?"



Me mom said, "The tablet cracked in half, and the god has run away." ... I have no idea what that means, but it certainly doesn't sound like a good thing. Oh well, better luck in 2006. Considering i'm only two days into year 2005, that isn't a very promising thing to say.



Went to watch Seoul Raiders just now. The time was 2120, but the show was at 2220. I would have wait until 2220 before buying the ticket, single seats being always easy to get, but the screen said the tickets were "selling fast". I think the more appropriate phrase would have been "nearly sold out". Anyway, that forced me to buy the ticket, walked around a mostly closed Bishan and ran out of ideas on what to do for the next 45 minutes.



Sms-ed my lil cousin to ask for some advice on what to do, "coffee" she said. I went down to coffee bean, and decided that i didn't really want to spend five dollars on myself for the coffee, so i headed to MacDonalds for the coffee. While i hate MacDonalds, i have to admit the coffee is much cheaper than coffee bean's, and coffee being coffee, and they do have free flow of coffee in mornings. Ah... free-flowing coffee, reminds me of Gippy days, more addictive than caffeine itself.



Anyway, my seat was M 17, an aisle seat. The girl two seats from me looked extremely like Alserine in the dark. Even the fashion sense looked similar. Haha, maybe the younger version of Alserine. I guess more than half my blogders won't be familiar with the name. Anyway, she's a hot babe like my .



Anyway, don't think i've mentioned this yet, so here it is : Happy lunar new year everyone, and wishing you the best of wishes, and may nothing important crack in half : /

I used to love lunar new years. Food and 'ang bow' (red packets stuffed with money) does make a happy little kid. Every lunar new year, it has become a sort of tradition to visit relatives to collect more ang bow. But as the years come along, the number of relatives to visit annually has become lesser and lesser. And lunar new years turned from festive into a dash of cold reminder that the human life is fragile. Ah... depressing stuff, i shall stop now.

The fool who follows another fool, is the greater fool. Or maybe not. Maybe we should change it to "The fool who queues up behind another fool, is the greater fool." Um.. no offence to the guy who was infront of me, its just a figure of speech : p Me mom didn't cook last night and i arrived at Serangoon Central after work to look for some food.



I was thinking of what to eat, when i saw this long snaking queue of people at a mixed food rice stall. The people ranged from single doggie bags to buying enough to feed entire countries. My initial thought was, if everyone is queueing up, then the food must be real fabulous.



After queueing for an eternity, when it was my turn to point at the food, i pointed at a lovely fat otah (I really don't know how to describe otahs physically or ingredient-wise). The auntie then casually mentioned to me that the otah costs $3 (SGD). And i went like "Huh!" But i bought the otah anyway. Adding vege and one egg, then meal came up to $4.50. I was like, this is a branded coffee shop or something, which explains why everyone is queueing up, not because of cheap and good but because of expensive and good.



Anyway, the otah wasn't so bad, but somehow, i think the food in Serangoon Central coffee shops are like waayyyyyyy expensive compared to other coffee shops.

My new year card missed Yinyin by a couple of days. I sent to her addresss in Gippy, but she's already back in Hong Kong. Hmm.. I'll just send another card, this time to her Hong Kong address.



Did i mention that my company is closed until after valentine's day? If u heard me mentioning that, u've probably also heard me complaining that i was forced to take leave simply because my boss has closed the company. Yeah, you may say this kind of things happen all the time and stuff... heck it still ain't fun and extremely pisses me when it does happen.



I actually do have some work with deadline that's like just after new year. But since i've been forced to take leave, i'm not gonna bother. And neither am i doing any OT. Strike! Strike! Or atleast until after valentine's day.



I've been fiddling around with online football management lately. My football team has been losing ever since the players began their career with me. But i managed to squeeze a win on sunday. It's a pretty easy game to learn. It only has league matches played on sundays and cup/friendly matches played on wednesdays. Check it out at www.hattrick.org

Came across a brochure/magazine of some company recently. There had their group picture in it or something, and the CEO of the company is a girl. And she is so young, and pretty and rich and unfortunately not single and i want to marry her. Oh, how i would i know that she's attached? Coz my colleague was over at their site, they are our customers, and she noticed that the CEO had flowers on her table. Probably from boyfriends or admirers.



Anyway, i got another new year card a couple days ago. And look at the stamp.







And its from .







A card from Malaysia! Well... i was expecting a card from Hong Kong, but kind of forgot about it when she was there. She said she bought some ang bao to give me, but she didn't slot it into the envelope. Oh well... maybe next year when i go KL, or this december if she comes around.



Atleast the card is also from overseas : D Yippee!

Postmodern Courtesan had this to say. I kind of like the part about x and y.

Remember i said there's this guy from movie 91A who always takes up the seat beside me? He's back, for two day already. I really don't mind him sitting beside me. But the thing is, he doesn't do that, 'sit' that is. All he does is carry his 100kg bag and plop his a** with a vengeance onto the seat beside me, and effectively making me bounce up and hit my head on the roof of the bus. Did the seat scold him or something?



I almost watched Finding Neverland yesterday. Was at Bishan waiting for the show to start, but it was starting at 2150. I was dead tired by 2120 and decided to go home. Took a bus home at 2130, stepped into the house at 2150. Funnily, however tired i am, i always only manage to sleep at 0000.



Watched some bits of Get Rea! on the bus just now. Topic was on foreigners migrating to singapore and starting careers and lives here. I always had this mindset that the ang mos are coming here to steal our women. But then, it may well be us locals being incompetent in keeping the women. But that is beside the point. Somehow, i feel for these guys who came to a foreign land, pick up strange culture, and had to find jobs like the rest of us. He may be ang mo, but he's just another guy who needs to too. Oh well...



At the closing of Get Rea!, Diana Ser asked each ang mo their favourtie singapore phrase. Besides "No lah" and "Ok loh" topping the charts, there was one peculiar phrase that caught my attention. "Let's make a move." Apparently, only singaporeans love saying that. What we should really be saying is, "Let's leave" or "Let's go" etc etc, but it seems under SG context, if you're not groovy, you're angry. Um... you might ask when do the ang mos make a move then? Well... lets just say that question is a little too adult themed for my little blog.



, pronounced as Wan Fan Sek in canto. It's a very versatile phrase. My mom was talking to my father the other day about pick pockets. Think my father was saying that if the pick pocket tries to pick your pocket, you'll feel it. And my mom retorted, if the pick pocket let's you feel it, then how he ? Aside from the fact that the source of income was from looting, it did sound like a normal daily kind of job.



There's this spider which has spin a web at the 3-pin connector of my PC in the office. I hadn't bothered to start an episode of Happy Tree Friends with it, but it had started renovating its home and was making it bigger. I guess showing it mercy is misleading it, so i gave it my ultimatum, "Leave or die... to the vacuum cleaner." I'll give the spider until after Chinese New Year to pack up. Oh... i'm talking to spiders now...

Yeah i know... double post in less than a couple hours. I figure that next week is CNY (Chinese New Year) and most of you guys (gals) have better things to do than to rust at home and read my stuff, so i'm posting up whatever comes to mind before i lose energy.



Anyway, Yvonne wrote of something that Janice Wong wrote (Whew... proper referencing...), whoever she is, and i trust what she (Janice) wrote is a lovely read for some of my blogders. Did you get what i just wrote? I figure that the sentence it is pretty clunky, but...



And Xiaxue wrote something which i find rather interesting. Read the comments too. Well.. so much for now.

I was late for my bus today, and i thought i was gonna miss movie 91A. But turned out that the bus moved a little faster and i managed to remain as cast in 91A. Again there was some reshuffling, some newbies took up my favourite seat and the indian guy's favourite seat.



Anyway, here's a joke i heard over the radio couple weeks ago. Speaking of radio, i'll not be tuning in for the next week or two. Mom said the delusional music was probably due to unprocessed left-overs. What... did they get stucked in my brain or something?



Oh here's the joke :

Once upon a time, there was a black colored vampire. The vampire got nailed into a coffin and was buried in some ulu (secluded) island. One day, the vampire was freed by a fairy. The fairy granted him three wishes.



The vampire thought for awhile then decided.

"I want to become white." wished the vampire.

"Having being buried away for so long, i want to drink lots of blood." wished the vampire.

"This is a lonely island, i want to be close to women." wished the vampire.



The fairy then fufilled the vampire's wishes by turning him into something. What did the vampire turn into?

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The vampire turned into a sanitary pad! And yes, i heard this joke over the radio...