Shelly and Sheena have their views on Xiaxue, or Xiaxue's fans. I'm pretty neutral towards Shelly, Sheena and Xiaxue, but i think xx fans are becoming more than just a fad, picking up their own crusades and to summarise in one word, mob.

Let me define the word "mob".
Mob. A large disorderly crowd, usually mindless (incapable of analytical reasoning), WITH an agenda.

Yes mobs have agendas too. Though there is a difference between mob's agenda and individual agenda. A mob is a collection of people with similar individual agendas, but the mob's agenda does not neccessarily represent the agendas of the individual. A mob's agenda is a dangerous thing because a mob degenerates individuality and morality and thus renders a perception of reduced responsibility to the individual. As such, mob agendas can usually perform a far greater good/destruction than the individual agendas.

Interesting enough, the appearance of xx mob has help create the anti-xx mob. Of which their attacks on each other usually degenerates into, "u've got bad grammer/spelling" etc etc. What this means is that instead of analysing the subject at hand, the mobs degenerate into insults on the personal level in an attempt to discredit the opponent. Not very effective from a third party point of view.

Also interesting is how the argument takes shape. Inevitably, there will be compassionate/sympathetic people who would say, "so and so is only 20+ (young)", "she is not infallible" etc. These arguments do not make good points as being a fallible person, does not make it alright to make mistakes. This may sound very unforgiving, but a mistake is what it is, you do not attribute it as part of growing up and pretend that it did not matter.

I particularly like the words by one of the commentors, calls himself kwokheng, "Well BECAUSE it is her life, no one can order her around. But insofar as she as material being exists on this plane of reality socialized by other material AND thinking beings, she is in a space called Public Space."

Call me weird... I gave myself a hickey on my own arm couple days back. And its still there today... Don't ask me why i did that, its kind of an impulsive thing to do. Oh well, me and my lil wild ideas.

O: ) Oh wait, is that a shooting star? let me make a wish.
>: ) No my holy self, that's not a wishing star. Its the bi(2) ti(4) (pinyin) from the big guy up there when he sneeze. Oh bi(2) ti(4) is mucus from inside the nose in Eng... Hey, stop feeling so grossed out.

Anyway, i think i should stop talking to myself, and maybe stop loving myself too : p

If you've met with me before and you've asked me for my handphone number, you'll know that i don't know my own number. I used to be able to remember my phone number. But that was before i cancelled my line to go Gippy and had since been using SIM cards that are not mine. I know how that sounds, and no, the SIM cards were not stolen. They were loaned to me and either unused prepaid cards or seldom used account cards. The one i'm using now used to be my mom's. And i still pay my own bill : p

But this is gonna change. The not remembering my phone number that is. Coz i managed to chance upon this website Phonespell which helps you readable english language mnemonics. Remembering mnemonics is actually much more easier than a bunch of numbers.

So i began a project of looking through my handphone for numbers which i would like to pop to the mnemonic dictionary. In the end, i decided to turn the project into a crusade. Stored into my handphone was two numbers, labelled "Wrong Number 1" and "Wrong Number 2". Muahahahaha >: )

Wrong number 1 produced the results of : There are no words in 625-xxx-xx. Dam...
Wrong number 2 produced the results of : There are no words in 919-xxx-xx. Double dam...

The reason it gave for having no words was "Everything is working fine, this is not a bug. Some numbers just have such odd combinations of letters and/or too many zeroes and ones that they simply do not have good mnemonics"

Came across a rather interesting read, the Credit Card Prank. Remember to click on the "Next" button so see more ridiculous frauds. And when you come to the end of it, there's Credit Card Prank II.

Morning, mom asked me if i felt any tremors last night,

and i went like "Last nite got tremor ah?"
She went like "8.2 leh"
and i went like "Where?"
She went like "Donno."
and i went like "8.2 very serious leh."
She went like "Last night brother asked you whether you felt it, and you mumbled something."
and i went like "I did? What did i say?"
She went like "Donno."

Couldn't my brother atleast have woke me up to ask me a question? Instead he chooses to ask a piece of meat lying there on the bed. Surprisingly, the meat actually does respond, not that i remember any of the events that transpired last night. But then again, i think i'll be pretty pissed if someone wakes me up to ask if i felt a tremor which i didn't feel. Oh well...

I guess aliens from outerspace could have come, abducted me, used me as a basketball, bouncing me off walls and ground, shooting me through the loops while doing that Sexyblogger thing which Michael Jordan did ages back, and i'll probably have mumbled "Eat dog alive", never leaving slumberland.

More reading material for ya. But i advise those who are on the route of blind faith1 in their religion NOT to read Christianity : Bogus Beyond Belief.

Excerpt
The Bible tells us that in order to get into heaven one must have unshakable faith in Christian claims. You must have faith no matter what the "facts" of this fallen world are, or what the "wise" of the world say, or what your own reason tells you. Doubt is sinful, faith is divine. This is a great mind control tactic and it is of unquestionable benefit to the churches, but it (causes Christians to) fear their own thoughts and deny reality in order to protect their all-important belief.

Here's a brief explanation on three words.

1 Faith. To have faith is to believe2, in goodwill, that something is good even in the face of adversity and obstacles.

2 Believe. To believe in something, is to maintain a perception on what is to be the truth, possibly without questions3. It is however not necessarily the truth. I could believe that pigs could fly, but it certainly doesn't help the poor swine when i toss it off a buiding. It is then appropriate to say that the word believe, pertains more to the psych of the believer than to the truth.

3 Question. It truly surprises me whenever someone gives me the in your face "We do not question god's intentions." Questioning is a tool. How could we not question? How did today's technological advances come about if we did not question. Would we live a life that we now have if no questions were asked?

Questioning is a critical tool, with which mysteries can be unlocked, curiosity satisfied, and yes truth revealed too.

Yesterday night, as i was going out of the house, my mum was coming back, bringing a dog, one of those fluffy whites. Upon seeing the dog, i gave a little scream and the fluffy white charged at me, sprang from the ground as if it were some trampoline, bit my balls, and hanged there as i tried to pry the dog away from me.

After that, the dog became kind of scared and was trying to hide itself into the wall. Me being magnanimously forgiving, even after it bit my manhood, tried to console the dog. I think the dog was kind of scared coz i swore i would eat it alive in a previous post.

I think the dog was also feeling abit paiseh (embarassed), because i was quite nice to it in another dream...

Mood : Calm
Definition : Not pissed off at anything.

Well... I just finished a magic card tourney, was pretty pissed off at one of the players trying to use underhand technique to gain leverage on me. If looks could kill, my stare would have been nailing shut his coffin a couple hours ago. But that was that, just pissed at his unethical ways (and i'm supposed to be evil), and now i'm calm, not pissed off at anything. Not worth to lose sleep over some game.

As usual i didn't get into top eight. I'm starting to think that these games are a waste of time. But that's exactly what the games are, to waste away time that would otherwise be spent alone. Already, two long weekends faded into oblivion with me complaining about not having acheived much except gaming. And no, i don't achieve anything in gaming either, i never win...

I might be complaining about having no one to spend my weekends with, but the complaint is not about not having a girlfriend to spend weekends with. The differences are pretty technical so i'll leave it out.

Of course, people a plenty (i know the sentence structure is weird, but for some reason, the correct structure eludes me) would be telling me to get a girlfriend, then i'll have someone to spend my weekends with. It's not like girfriends drop from the sky ya know. Ok, maybe its not that difficult to find a girlfriend. In fact, i could get a girlfriend anytime i want. And maybe along the way, i might as well buy a villa by the beach, buy the beach etc etc. Meaning, not. Girlfriends are not something one could go to KFC to get along with an upsize and cheesefries.

And people who are female would tell me that it is difficult for them to get boyfriends too. But a quick double check turns out that it is not difficult for them to get a boyfriend but difficult for them to get that boyfriend. But in the world of a species differentiated by fairer and dumber, i always assure these people that getting a boyfriend is not a difficulty. Atleast not, after they get instructional tips from the date doctor. I'm not saying that i'm a date doctor, i just like to pretend to be one. And yes, i've watched the movie Hitch.

It seems like there isn't a day where i do not wake up six in the morning or get awaken by those guys drilling at the mrt site just underneath my house nine in the morning. What happened to all the slow lazy AND peacefully quiet mornings? Even the refrigerator in the house is groaning, "I can't stand it, i can't stand it" it says in its low humming language which only i can decipher. Another time...Ciao.

Yesterday. Was it yesterday? Every thing seems like so long ago, i cannot remember very well. Anyway, i think it was yesterday. I was having a round of coffee with Dancing Kid at Bishan, she was off at the counter to pay for it, yup, no more Mr Little Pull Chairs Out And Buys Coffee For Others Guy, i've lost myself, what was i talking about?

Let me try again. Dancing Kid was at the counter, i was filling the seat with my ass to signify that the table is in fact taken. I activated babe watch radar to see if it picks up anything. Then there was this girl who while waiting for a seat, seem to recognise me. I recognise her body language (facial expression), one that indicated recognition, but beyond that, i definitely do not know who she was.

While my memory is bad, its not utterly hopeless. Like on the same day, i saw my primary school friend, Moh Hoon, she didn't see me and yes i didn't call out to her (she was with her boyfriend), but the point is i recognised her. And then also on the same day, i recognise this other friend, but by now, i can't remember who he is already. Bad memory, yes.

Anyway, the girl who recognised me, stood like one million miles away and whispered a question. Me being kind of deaf, naturally couldn't hear what she was saying. So i just shook my head and said, "No, no, no." as if she was trying to sell me some insurance.

After the lame nonono thing, i remembered something. The girl might have known my face from looking through my blog, or maybe even friendster or multiply. Oh wait, not friendster, haven't got pic in friendster. Maybe wholivesnearyou dot com. But the pic there is a little different from the me now, being short hair and all.

Anyway, if you're the girl, and you recognise me through my blog, sorry about the lame nonono thing and thanks for dropping by : )

Edit: Oh just remembered, the other guy was Bernard from char kway teow dot com and his girlfriend.

Yesterday felt like i hadn't been swimming for a million years. The muscles were all but wasted and what was left was adapted to jogging rather than swimming. Maybe its because it was at night, hadn't swim at night before. Well... hadn't swim at night outdoors that is. The pool in Gippy was indoors and well lit.

Oh... I had swim at night before. There was this one time, at Kusu Island, there were four of us and we decided to swim across to another island. The island was in sight, the distance couldn't be more than couple kilometers. Then, it was before the nine one one events, so i guessed the coast guards wouldn't have bothered four pieces of gungho swimming out in the open sea. Oh wait, i wasn't that gungho, make that three piece of gungho and one piece of fat.

And to date i have no idea of the name of the island we swam to.

Mr Brown and Mr Miyagi tries to make their shot at sexy-dom through t-shirt endorsements. On cue from the original sexy blogger Xiaxue, they did the most sexy thing anyone could do, sticking the tongue out. Then suddenly, everyone wanted a piece sexy-ness. Look, i'm sticking my tongue out too! :P :p

Well, i don't have a camera with me, so i did a self portrait.

Fingers crossed, maybe i can be an ambassador for the lame or something.

I had wanted to sleep early tonight (definition of today is before the rested sleep occurs). I went to bed by 2230 (10pm) and woke by 0010. If you guys (girls) remember that i made a post about hearing music in the middle of the night, well.. it happened again. Anyway, i wasn't really in this sleep. I think somehow, the heat from the jog earlier today got trapped in the body and i was sweating the whole time i was in bed, even when the fan was spinning at my head. Not the most conducive sleep conditions.

I heard the music at around 0000. Since my bed was pushed up against the wall with the light switch, i reached up and flipped it, looked around the room, saw nothing except an old dusty paper box in the vague direction of the music. The paper box used to contain a radio, well it has a picture of the radio on the box, that's why i know what it was used for. And i went like, "What the hell, the paper box can produce music?? Why are we wasting batteries when we can utilise afew hauntus (hauntu is ghost in malay)"

It turned out that my brother's clock, also in the same vague direction of the radio box, can switch into radio mode at the set alarm time. Much better than the normal but boring ring ring or beep beep huh? So i draw the conclusion that the last time i heard music in the middle of the night, is the same thing as what happened today, my brother's clock going hay-wired. The clock was supposed to go off at 0600, not 0000.

And... YAY!!! I'm not delusional, there really was music of that night. Anyway, i'll sign off with lyrics to Phatom of the Opera's Music of the Night.

Music of the Night
Nighttime sharpens,
Heightens each sensation.
Darkness, stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses.

Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendor.
Grasp it, sense it,
Tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away, from the careless light of day!
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling nights.
And listen to the music of the night.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dream!
Leave the thoughts of life you knew before!
close your eyes and let your spirit start to soar.
and youll live, as youve never lived before.

Softly, Deftly,
Music shall caress you.
Hear it, Feel it,
Secretly posses you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind
Start a journey through a strange new world!
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before!
let your soul
take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me...

Floating, falling
Sweet intoxication,
Touch me, trust me
Savor each sensation.

Let the dream begin,
Let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write,
The power of the music of the night!

You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night...

I hate working. I hate it especially when bosses gives last minute work... [Content Deleted]

Woke up pretty early today to get down to suntec to play in the magic the gathering, Grand Prix Singapore event. Turn out was well over 300 players. Most of team japan flew down for the game, and along with them, came a couple really hot jap girls.

The jap girls are hot not becuase they play magic, in fact, there's really nothing much hot about girls playing magic. But they did dress rather sexily, or rather one did. Maybe its part of the game strategy, to distract the opponent, of which majority of the field 99% are males. And 99% is a underestimation of the male species attending the event.

Anyway the other girl who didn't dress as well, but adequately well, was always taking up a seat at an empty table, alone. Her body language was like screaming, "i'm not attached, talk to me". Not that it did matter, since i would never have had the courage to waltz up to the girl for a chat.

The other girl, the sexy one, was attached, i saw her with her boyfriend. Again not that it really mattered. But it does introduces a new perspective of guilt, because the holy side of me thinks it is not right to ogle at someone else girlfriend...

Anyway, i'm really glad the girls flew down for the game. They were like being pampered by all the their opponents, letting them take rewinds and undo mistakes. It was a major tourney, and the rules enforcement was pretty harsh. But the judges themselves were like more forgiving to the ladies.

Obtw, as usual i didn't make it in the tournament. I'm actually just an average player at these games. Oh... if there are magic players reading this, i'm sorry that my coverage is more on jap girls than the game. Hey... its the bandit : p

If any of you guys are litsen to Down Once More Track Down This Murderer, the last piece in the Phantom of the Opera (movie) that features all three main characters, you might get confused by who's singing what when all three of them sing together. Here's the lyrics so you can see who's singing what. Asterick for simultaneous singing.

RAOUL:
Christine, forgive me, please forgive me...
*I did it all for you, and all for nothing...

CHRISTINE:
*Farewell,my fallen idol and false friend... One by one I've watched illusions shattered...

PHANTOM:
*Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity...

RAOUL:
*Say you love him, and my life is over!

PHANTOM:
*Past all hope of cries for help, no point in fighting -

RAOUL:
*Either way you choose, he has to win...

PHANTOM:
*For either way you choose, you cannot win!
So, do you end your days with me, or do you send him to his grave?

RAOUL:
Why make her lie to you, to save me?

CHRISTINE:
*Angel of Music...

PHANTOM:
*Past the point of no return -

RAOUL:
*For pity's sake, Christine, say no!

CHRISTINE:
*...why this torment?

PHANTOM:
*...the final threshold...

RAOUL:
*Don't throw your life away for my sake...

CHRISTINE:
*When will you see reason...?

PHANTOM:
*His life is now the prize which you must earn!

RAOUL:
*I fought so hard to free you...

CHRISTINE:
*Angel of Music...

PHANTOM:
*You've passed the point of no return...

CHRISTINE:
..you deceived me -

I think dogs read my blog. They've been rather forgiving today. I was walking past a fluffy white earlier this afternoon, and it didn't charge at me. Um... for a picture of the dog, look at Xiaxue's blog, it looks exactly the same. Anyway, dogs all look the same to me if they aren't on a plate. But fluffy white did look at me as we passed each other and it even turned around to follow me. But the lady pulled the dog away, atleast fluffy white didn't charge at me, i didn't want to be too full for my lunch at Mos Burger's.

Then later at night, i walked past another dog. I can't remember the how the dog really looked like, but i thought i looked like some kind of a TV celebrity. TV dog celebrity that is. Celebrity dog didn't react to me, which was kind of good, but i'm guessing that its probably because i'm downwind and it couldn't sniff me.

Just so my colleague doesn't think of funny ideas, since i am always using my plushie cat as some sort of antipathy totem against her, i'll say this once. I'm not afraid of dogs. I panic only when the canine charge at me. Who won't if some rabid all fours is determined to eat your leg? As of recent events, i hate dogs. Hating dogs and being afraid of dogs are two different things with very different responses. Haha, meow.

I was once told by someone much wiser than i not to consume dog meat. The reasoning being that dogs would be able sniff out the crime against their species and become aggressive. Which doesn't really help to explain why dogs lusts for my blood whenever they see me. Maybe i'm bitching alot lately, sorry guys (girls), i don't like the use the word 'bitch' either.

I'm pretty alright with dogs and all, but i do have a reason to fear charging dogs. Back in Gippy, there was this mad dog that charged out of some owner's house and ate my leg, left me screaming in pain and together with a vaccine shot, and my only description of the unknown assailant was "some brown dog."

Oh... and i've never eaten any dogs before, never even breathed in their falling hairs and sorts. And it seems lately all dogs charge at me on sight. What the h3ll, why are these feline... no? i mean canine punishing me for a crime i did not commit! By the powers that be, i swear that the next dog that so much as look at me funny i will eat the dam dog alive. I will EAT the dam DOG ALIVE. I WILL EAT THE DAM DOG ALIVE. RWOOOAAARRRRyawn...

It just doesn't make sense why dogs charge at me for no reason. Maybe i smell awful or something. But then shouldn't they keep away if i smell bad? Or maybe the dogs are protecting their owners from the evil guy. But... how evil could i be? I mean, i'm just a little boy who stares into the heavens at the twinkling stars beyond wondering if one of them is an ufo in disguise? A little nerdy guy who plays his little computer games, and always loses his game of Counterstrike to chio bus (pretty girls) in mini skirts. A shy person who cries whenever he watches movies with any remotely weepy love stories. I mean, how evil can i be.

Oh um... pretty evil if u take self-descriptions into account : p

I know i'm supposed to keep quiet for the rest of the week and do my part in saving the world from my insanity. But i thought i'll share this with you guys (gals) before turning all anti-social.

I recieved an email in the office from my boss today. No she wasn't gonna give me more dough. The email informed about a free medical checkup coming to the technopreneur building. The medical checkup had height measurement, weight measurement, blood pressure measurement, etc and basically tells you that anyone can be a doctor instead.

One of the tests/measurements included a flexibility test. That got me thinking. With my thumb, elbow, arm, shoulder injuries, i am no longer flexible enough to reach and scrub my own back when taking a shower. I used to be able to. Not that i did, i didn't bother to when i could and couldn't when i wanted to. Or maybe i couldn't all along coz i didn't try when i thought i could and when i couldn't i simply assumed that i could : p

Anyway, i remember one of my NS friends saying that he needed a girlfriend. Needed a girlfriend to shower together so she could help him scrub his back, he said. That getting that back scrub was the most important reason for finding a girlfriend, that too he said.

Which brings to mind that i've heard somewhere before that the ladies in Ya(2) Long(2) (pinyin) gives a shower before getting down to business. So maybe instead of a nookie, i could get a nice back scrub. I'll bring a brush.

I shall keep quiet for awhile. Do a blog retreat or something. Expect no post from me for the rest of this week.

obtw, here's a personal account by Yvonne on the BBQ, read Birthday BBQ Feelings.

Argggghhhh I hate msn, i'm blogging and halfway i click a link on msn and it uses my blogging browser window to load the new page. I tried to do a 'back' but it was too late, my words have all disappeared.

Anyway, i was saying, nobody sells fantastic laksa these days. I met up with Dancing Kid for dinner and decided that laksa was good today. We overturned the whole Toa Payoh central to find a laksa which is from a stall she didn't eat before (she thinks all the stalls of laksa she ate in Toa Payoh central was not fantastic) and didn't contain nothing more than mussels (she doesn't take mussels). We decided that Toa Payoh was not a good place for laksa today so we headed up to Bishan.

But it turned out that Bishan had zero bowls of laksa for sale from a total of zero laksa stalls. So maybe laksa wasn't really good today after all, we then decided to crash in on Cafe Cartel in Junction 8. We shared a plate of... i really have bad memory these days, i cannot remember the name of the dish, think it was something meatlovers something or something like that. We then topped our stomachs with freeflowing bread and butter.

The food at Cafe Cartel was not fantastic, but the freeflowing bread and butter was a very nice culture. There were no service charges, so unless you're a sweet looking female, don't expect the staff to help you with anything. They got for Dancing Kid a knife, but ignored my requests for a fork : ( Discrimination against gender...

Anyway, we decided to get coffee at Starbucks, and had to head back down to Toa Payoh. The day ends with Dancing Kid yada-ing about me going to NYDC with Lil` Couzin but never went with her...

Anyway, on a note not related to today. Yesterday, Raffi, WP and one of their mutual friend, i'm not good at remembering indian names sorry, was walking towards the MacDonalds to take a taxi out of East Coast Park so we could take the MRT (Singapore's Tube) home. But along the way, WP stopped suddenly saying she has leg pain, or something like that not very sure what she said with me having poor hearing and all, but i'm pretty good at reading lips and body language.

Anyway, i'm pretty glad i fought the impulse to offer to piggyback her. I'm pretty sure that would come across as something other than being helpful, even if i'm only really just trying to be helpful. Which does bring to mind, couple years back, sometime near christmas at Tanglin Mall. I was out with Elendil (or was it Wilfred?), Dancing Kid and Lil` Couzin, also heading home.

They were younger then and had home curfews and stuff. So we were kind of rushing home, also towards the MRT. And then along the way, Lil` Couzin also stopped suddenly with leg pain. Hmm... makes me think leg pains are a girl thing. Anyway, at that time, i had this impulse to offer to piggyback her. Which again i didn't. What is the point of me mentioning all these? Well... no point. I'm getting old, old people make conversations, not points.

Yeah i know, plenty of people would scoff at my last sentence and say, "Old? Young man, you ain't seen nothing yet.". Well... already i'm taking showers sitting down, just how many people do you know of who take showers while seated are young. I don't quite know how my showers evolved to a seated position. I guess i'm too lazy. So much for now, ciao.

I'm actually very sleepy now. Usually i get to catch up on sleep during weekends, but time seems to be slipping through my fingers. But then again, i've always been losing time... And oh, btw, if you have sensitive skin on your legs, don't dip it into sea water unless u wash your legs soon after : ( The itch is killing me now : ((

Went to Yvonne's birthday BBQ today. Bought one watermelon, one honeydew and nine oranges as my chip for potluck. Lets roll some credits here first before i continue. Thanks to my colleague who thought me how to select good melons, honeydews and oranges. Thanks to my mom who, happened to also buy a melon for the family, and as she was cutting up the melon, she helped me out with the melon and honeydew too. Though i cut the oranges myself.

As usual, i'm not a very good at social skills in crowds. Yvonne's friends were pretty ok, but her poly friends were a pretty tight clique. Good luck to one of the guys outside the clique who fancies one of the girls inside the clique. No names, not even acronyms.

Anyway, i was rather fascinated by one of her friends, let's call her WP. She is about the only person in the entire group whom i cannot figure out. Mainly due to a lack of smiles. I am positive i have never seen her smile at all, except when looking at a camera. Which does make me wonder what, if anything, tickles this lady.

On the way home, i tried to chat her up, but i think i failed horribly. I asked her what languages she knew, and she replied with a question asking why i wanted to know. Doh... While there is a reason for me to believe that she didn't speak more than english, it is quite difficult for me pinpoint exactly what gave rise to such a perception since i'm not very good at vocal speech. And yes, she still never smiled once.

Haha, this is cute. See here on how to make a lbandit. Dam... five parts ego....

Life as a roti prata (malay food) is usually very short. They might survive the trip to my office, but they'll never live long enough to enjoy the aircon. Apparently, i wasn't away for long enough, because the roti prata uncle recognised me and showed me two fingers. "Two gosong pratas?" his eyes asked. My usual is one egg one gosong, but sometimes i alternate to two gosongs when they haven't cook the egg prata yet. I don't like to wait or miss the rare occurence of phenomenon 91A (my bus to work). Usually they come in variations of 91 not 91A.

I do recall a time, my auntie talked about always going to a hawker stall for a bowl tao huey (beancurd). Then there was once she was waiting for her husband at the hawker center, and she decided to rest her legs by taking up one of the seats. Although she didn't order anything from anyone, the tao huey uncle seeing a regular customer, plopped a bowl of tao huey infront of my auntie. Ah... the dangers of turning life into a routine... My auntie didn't order the tao huey, but it wasn't on the house either.

I had absolutely no idea of the profound effect produced by my post about guys pulling out chairs for girls who didn't realise the guy was doing it. People were suddenly aware that i am pulling out chairs, be it for whatever reasons. I mean... i could well be making episodes of Happy Tree Friends with that chair.

Anyway, i was telling lil` couzin that i hadn't really seen her in person since her courageous haircut. So we agreed to meet up at Holland Village for dinner. Dinner was at NYDC, i managed to reach the table at around the same time as her so i pulled out a chair for her. But she didn't notice and headed for another seat, then she stopped suddenly and gave me a bashful smile. I went like, "Oh... you read my blog."

We had oven-backed rice, mine was Ham and Mushroom rice, hers was... i can't remember the name,... something American rice. It was fabulous, you guys (gals) should try it if you pop down to NYDC.

We went for coffee after dinner. At coffee bean, this time lil` couzin reached the table like way before i did. She was already moving for another seat by the time i reached the table, so i pulled the chair out for myself to sit. But since she mentioned during dinner that a guy should wait for a girl to sit before sitting down himself, so i stood there waiting for her to sit, and she did that stood still bashful smile again. Thing was, i really pulled that chair out for myself...

Gems of Wisdom Miss-dom. If you ever open a packet of three in one horlicks, do not leave it in a wet cup overnight simply because it was time to leave the office for home. What am i doing with horlicks in the morning? Well... i drank coffee before i came to work. Hadn't been doing double doses of coffee for quite some time already.

I've been watching the series on channel U that airs at 1930 for quite some time, and i think i've fallen characters in the film. Aside from wanting to marry them all, the four female characters are cute in that they are always thinking of lil' wild ideas that backfire 90% of the time. Maybe they appeal to me because that's me, always thinking of lil' wild ideas that backfire 90% of the time.

Oh, i have been quite forgiving to the roti prata population of late. But i've picked up another of life's neccessary evil, fried chiken wings with chilli. Ooooo. But unfortunately, the auntie sells her food in a rather quality price, so i'll tone down on it.

My brother found a job. That all seems well and good, except that i now have lesser bathroom time in the morning. Not that i take a long time. Brush teeth, wash face plus a shave, only takes me around five minutes. Its my brother who's taking a long time. I'll give you a run-down of what happens every weekday morning.

0530: mum's alarm clock goes off, i drag myself out of bed to go wake her up, so she could turn off the alarm clock, so i could go back to sleep.
0600: My alarm clock rings. Hit the snooze button and continued to sleep.
0610: My alarm clock rings again. By now, my brother is in the bathroom already. So i decided to wait for the third snooze and continued to sleep.
0625: My alarm clock rings, and my brother is still in the bathroom! I did a loud wake up dragging my head (u noe, like a zombie) on the floor and stuff. Only then did he pass up the bathroom.

Yeah i know, many of you would say i need the sleep. But i prefer to wake on the second snooze.

Anyway, when i made it to the lift, there was this auntie (oh wait, while we must respect age, we must also respect youth)... this sister and her son and another young boy who, from his uniform, appears to be in the same school as the sister's son. This boy was lugging a case containing what i assume to be a musical instrument.

Our sister asked the boy, "Did you know how to play this when you were in sec one? Oh ya hor... You knew how to play the piano." Our sister was obviously thinking whether it was difficult for his son to pick up music (instrument) without the background. Hmm... that confirms my suspicion that the case did not contain a piano. Anyway, this piece of conversation is important as evidence to show that our sister in fact knew the boy.

So when the lift has dropped a hundred meters, we went our separate ways, the boy with me to the bus stop, and sister and her son to the carpark. This seems like a very normal turn of events except that the boys were from the same school. Couldn't our dear sister offer to 'tom bang' (free ride of convenience) the boy? Its not like they didn't know each other.

The bus came before more events could transpire. I wonder why they call a bus "bus", when it actually is a mobile refrigerator. Anyway, while in the bus, there was this 'piak piak' sound. I've heard the sound before on this same bus, but couldn't figure where the sound is coming from. But today, i looked up at the roof of the bus and saw sparks leaping around what i assume to be wires.

Yeah, buses might have spark plugs to fire up the combustion, but i didn't think we needed combustion on the roof of the bus! Should i call it roof? Or maybe i should call it ceiling, anyway, i hope you get what i mean, i couldn't possibly from my seat, look at the side of the top of the bus that faces the sun.

Some of you would have noticed the new link to blogshares. Yup, my blog is listed in blogshares. If you've got an account with blogshares, you can use blog dollars to buy my shares. I've been buying and selling my own shares yesterday, and I've earned 484.34 blog dollars. Yay! Frankly, i do not know how blogshares work...

Unfortunately, blogshares showed me one bit of dissapointing info. No one links to my blog! I've linked to so many other people's blog but they to not link back to me : ( Well.. Yvonne links to me, but her blog isn't listed in blogshares, maybe its because it is a Multiply (www.multiply.com) blog. Oh well... bleahz.

Went for Karate Kid's twenty first birthday chalet over the weekend. I slept through most of it, funny how my head still feels like dead weight after sleeping so much. Oh... maybe my head IS a dead weight. That's kind of sad... considering i always thought i was more intelligent than all of my peers. Ouch... the truth hurts, ego stingers are worse.

Anyway, my brother, Pigsticker, and Dancing Kid shared a present. I was nominated as the purchasing officer. Funny how people would want me to be the purchasing officer... I really should have gotten Karate Kid a lego set, for ages nine to sixteen. Think that would help deter the confidence entrusted upon me... haha.

Anyway, got her a set of accessories, necklace, earrings, bracelet all from Perlini Silver. The set had a kind of similar theme. They all had clovers on them. five leaf and six leaf clovers, i would very much preferred four leaf clovers, but since four is an unlucky number for me... Oh wait, my own birthday is on the fourth... Now that i think about it, everything suddenly makes sense, like why i'm so unlucky my whole life. Well, a sidenote to those who had a share in the presents, i chose clovers becoz she had this liking for all things wicca.

Actually, i had wanted to give her an extra sushi voucher since she lost the one i gave to her on a christmas potluck ages ago. But the counter girl at the sushi restaurant said they don't have gift vouchers... Anyway I'll see if i can come up with a photograph of the accessories.

"Pro and Con" Definition

It does come as a surprise when a friend asked me is 'con' in the phrase "pro and con" represent consequence. I can understand where she is coming from with this, as "pros and cons" is used to indicate many "pro and con"s. The surprise is mainly because 'consequence' is a word that doesn't get used in light tones. It's more often to hear "Do this, or suffer the consequnces." than to hear it in the form, "Do this and enjoy the consequences.". Never use strong words lightly, unless you know the person well enough to make such jests.

Which brings to mind an occasion where i tried to explain the meaning of pity and sympathy to another friend. After usage of extensive examples and analogies, she simply ended the conversation by saying, "Well... to me sympathy means... etc etc". Since when did definition of words looked to opinions instead of the dictionary *sigh*

The origin of the word 'con' comes from the word 'contra'. Which from a Latin dictionary, means: of difference, of opposition etc etc.

I hate it when old injuries catch up with me, literally tapping on my shoulder and arm. I think the injury is from Gold Coast beach, where i got hit by a wave (regular, not tsunami sized), and... to this date, i do not know what happened to my arm and shoulder. Doctors aren't the most knowledgable people in the world. Anyway, at that time, it felt like a dislocation of something, which i could put back in place by moving my hand into a correct position. These days, pain is coming back to my arm, and my only guess is the souvenier from Gold Coast. I would blog more, if only the pain would go away... oh together with the sleepiness.

Yesterday on my way home, i was tuned into fm933. For no reason at all, my handphone switched into the next channel fm98.7. Something's weird with the phone.

The other time at a book store, "Popular", my phone was tuned to the radio, but somehow the circuits messed up and i was connected to the bookshop's phone. The store's lady went "Hello, Popular Book Store." I hanged up on her and less than five minutes later, the circuits messed up again and i got connected to the lady again. Weird radio waves.

Anyway i caught this piece of conversation from fm98.7 when someone called in.
"I hope to become an entrepreneur starting my own business. But i haven't got a starting capital so i'm hoping to strike Toto or 4D."...

Anyway, later when i tuned back to fm933, the two lady deejays were discussing about the topic about extra-curricular activities in the varsity on-campus hostels which could result in babies being born. They were saying that such activities were an open secret (Dam, how come all the good things in life never happen to me) and were asking for callers to share about it.

The chat, at some point, turned a corner and arrived at the vending machines selling preventive measures. The deejay was replying: "Yah, some people may feel shy about buying preventive measures over the counter. What if their lecturers or friends saw them, they might ask 'Eh, how come you're buying these things?'.".

I kind of went "Doh!" here and LOL. What else could these things be used for. What they expecting someone to slip it over the head to rob the bank? ...

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