this has become a regular sunday affair, this bloggin thing...a reprieve from the hustle and bustle of the week's boring events.. and just as well.. after all the downloading of the latest bleach and naruto episodes and manga.
i caught a glimpse of the standard chartered marathon in the papers a few days ago..and my buttocks are feeling itchy again.. last year, i helped out in the Osim traiathlon and the stanchart marathon and i was greatly inspired by what i saw. being the lead bike for the frontrunners, i was amazed at the speed the africans were running.. they have legs shaped like the greyhounds, skinny but long and athletic looking. really, they look a cross breed of those dogs and man, no insult intended. the traithlon was also another great event, cos i was leading the bike race and the guys were constantly at abt 40 to 50 kmh!! bloody amazing....and all that after a 5km swim i think...and a looming 10km run after dat...
but really, what was most inspiring was the sight of friends and even strangers encouraging each other on. i dun have that feeling ever since i left the army since my uni life was just full of slacking and riding. man, sometimes i wish i was in a competitive state like those days when we were in SA's famed 1997 -1999 bball team..kekek..the corporate rat-race just isn't so inspiring. right now, the only competitive feeling i get is who earns the most money. sad but practical.
have u ever wondered what is the ideal life u ever wanted? i always thot of it and it constantly changes with age. (yes, im old, u farkers..but many of u are older..haha) right now, i just wanna earn a HIGH regular income with enough leave to last me abt 2 major trips each year AND a "flexible" working time. I mean, i have a friend who is able to come out of the dreary office anytime he wants and yet earns a sizable income. Oh yeah, most importantly, no work on sats. it really isn't very happening to have to go back early on a relaxing friday evening cos i've got work the next day. the only time i can go for a morning jog or walk is sunday and the lack of choice obviously sucks big time. if u think what im saying is bullshit, mabbe u really suited to enjoy the working world.
for me? i need the fresh morning air when i ride the NS highway or running in the park. i need to plan trips and tours to make off-office hours more meaningful. i want to have the flexibility to do what i want and as long as i can finish my job on time excellently, let me off the office. yeah...i think these are the things i want in my next job.....any to recommend? i can only think of the civil service, sadly. anyway, not that my present company sucks. in fact, the peeps im been working with are excellent but the status quo wun stay and especially when a new lady boss is coming round in abt 2 to 3 weeks time.
i just cant wait for my vara to get up and running again. it's now still under observation and i reckon one or two more weeks to make it running well again...perhaps it's time to have a retreat to malacca soon...or shd i run there to train for the marathon?
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
the land of freedom
and so the time has come for my brother to go back to freedom.....american adventure part deux is abt to begin for him while im stuck at working out estimates for buildings....brilliant...
anyway, im stuck at using public transport for the next two days cos my vara needs to go for an operation...an expensive one i might add. the moment i started my walk to the MRT from the workshop, i already felt giddy and feel like fainting. It's worse when i was actually in the MRT...man, i just relived all the reasons why i wanted to get out of the public transport system in the first place. there's just this inherent fear that a bearded arab looking guy may just leave a bag in my cabin. i rather die being at the controls than being a victim of circumstance, know wat i mean...and then there's the crushing effect so popular during peak periods. the worst are the buses where farking dickheads love just wun move in...
the only plus point i experienced is that i now know that there is a north east line.....amazing
anyway, hopefully after i get the bike back, i wun have to live thru it again...kudos to all public tranporters, my heart goes out to yer...kekeke
anyway, since i have been grounded in Singapore in the poast few weeks, i realised i have to orchard almost every week. sad life i know...but i bet all of u like to do dat since JC times eh..i just cant wait to take off onto the highways again. even vara is complaining from the speeds that i have to travel in singapore. indeed, vara became even smoother after i came back from a petrol run in malaysia in above average speeds.....all this leads to one thing...i think i need a 5 day job, to feed my thirst for getting out of the urban dump and still satisfy my worldly needs..
still, i dun wish jump into another industry so quickly..i still wanna do what i studied for 4 years of my life at least for a little while...yeah..im pretty nostalgic...
if u think what im writing dun seem to be my literary style, ur prob right..it's quite hard to write straight after some cheese hotdogs, a Heineken and a Guinness...think i shall leave the rest to later...and oh yeah...never thot i'll say this but i miss my brother's orchestra of incessant chatter, burps and farts...take care, dude..
anyway, im stuck at using public transport for the next two days cos my vara needs to go for an operation...an expensive one i might add. the moment i started my walk to the MRT from the workshop, i already felt giddy and feel like fainting. It's worse when i was actually in the MRT...man, i just relived all the reasons why i wanted to get out of the public transport system in the first place. there's just this inherent fear that a bearded arab looking guy may just leave a bag in my cabin. i rather die being at the controls than being a victim of circumstance, know wat i mean...and then there's the crushing effect so popular during peak periods. the worst are the buses where farking dickheads love just wun move in...
the only plus point i experienced is that i now know that there is a north east line.....amazing
anyway, hopefully after i get the bike back, i wun have to live thru it again...kudos to all public tranporters, my heart goes out to yer...kekeke
anyway, since i have been grounded in Singapore in the poast few weeks, i realised i have to orchard almost every week. sad life i know...but i bet all of u like to do dat since JC times eh..i just cant wait to take off onto the highways again. even vara is complaining from the speeds that i have to travel in singapore. indeed, vara became even smoother after i came back from a petrol run in malaysia in above average speeds.....all this leads to one thing...i think i need a 5 day job, to feed my thirst for getting out of the urban dump and still satisfy my worldly needs..
still, i dun wish jump into another industry so quickly..i still wanna do what i studied for 4 years of my life at least for a little while...yeah..im pretty nostalgic...
if u think what im writing dun seem to be my literary style, ur prob right..it's quite hard to write straight after some cheese hotdogs, a Heineken and a Guinness...think i shall leave the rest to later...and oh yeah...never thot i'll say this but i miss my brother's orchestra of incessant chatter, burps and farts...take care, dude..
Monday, August 15, 2005
Rajiv and The Curry Factory
" willy wonka! willy wonka!...as happy as can be....."
yep...this hideously gay song has been sticking ever since the freaking movie started. wats even more hideous are the wretched mechanical monsters singing abt the wanker...and managing to burn itself into terribly fugly zombies....anyway, this scene had me in stitches. yeah, im a sick bastard. hahah...
in case you got the wrong idea, i absolutely love the show. in fact, i love it so much that if im eric khoo, i would do an asian version of it. A bollywood version, to be more precise. i would call it either "Rajiv and the Curry Factory." or "Muthu and the Curry Factory." Rajiv because i love this name. If im indian, I would be a Rajiv. Muthu of because my discipline master in JC. Mabbe Marimuthu (MM) can be my willy wonka (WW)! The idea came when i was in a supermarket over the weekend and i came across the "Golden Curry" brand of curry. For all u folks who know me, i can give a mean conversation in indian-accented english. and a close fight with me would be my sparring partner, boo. it isn't a coincidence that i absolutely adore the show, Goodness Gracious Me, about indians living in london making a fool of themselves. (and making a lot of money in the process)
before my poor dear could say anything in the supermarket, i was already in Indian mode, describing about the waterfall of curry...the indian workers swimming and bathing in the curry pool..the fresh coconuts used are grown beside the curry pool..the oompa lumpas are actually midget indians with long pointy moustaches...lotsa coconuts trees for dancing around....
man, i reckon this would be a big hit....moreover, the musical style of the show is totally at home in Bollywood...den Kumar can act as marimuthu, terrorising the sick kids..muahahah...
anyway, before u think im racist, think again. im all for racial integration...and having a laugh at different accents isn't a racist thing in my book. i laff at Tai Mai Shu, the legendary chinese rap group making a fool of themselves in AMerica and also make fun of hongkie accents. if u feel offended, u need to lighten up. (no pun intended)
yep...this hideously gay song has been sticking ever since the freaking movie started. wats even more hideous are the wretched mechanical monsters singing abt the wanker...and managing to burn itself into terribly fugly zombies....anyway, this scene had me in stitches. yeah, im a sick bastard. hahah...
in case you got the wrong idea, i absolutely love the show. in fact, i love it so much that if im eric khoo, i would do an asian version of it. A bollywood version, to be more precise. i would call it either "Rajiv and the Curry Factory." or "Muthu and the Curry Factory." Rajiv because i love this name. If im indian, I would be a Rajiv. Muthu of because my discipline master in JC. Mabbe Marimuthu (MM) can be my willy wonka (WW)! The idea came when i was in a supermarket over the weekend and i came across the "Golden Curry" brand of curry. For all u folks who know me, i can give a mean conversation in indian-accented english. and a close fight with me would be my sparring partner, boo. it isn't a coincidence that i absolutely adore the show, Goodness Gracious Me, about indians living in london making a fool of themselves. (and making a lot of money in the process)
before my poor dear could say anything in the supermarket, i was already in Indian mode, describing about the waterfall of curry...the indian workers swimming and bathing in the curry pool..the fresh coconuts used are grown beside the curry pool..the oompa lumpas are actually midget indians with long pointy moustaches...lotsa coconuts trees for dancing around....
man, i reckon this would be a big hit....moreover, the musical style of the show is totally at home in Bollywood...den Kumar can act as marimuthu, terrorising the sick kids..muahahah...
anyway, before u think im racist, think again. im all for racial integration...and having a laugh at different accents isn't a racist thing in my book. i laff at Tai Mai Shu, the legendary chinese rap group making a fool of themselves in AMerica and also make fun of hongkie accents. if u feel offended, u need to lighten up. (no pun intended)
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Cousins
time flies.... age really catches up..
Just came across my cousin's blog and boy, what a wonderful surprise i had....
before my very eyes, my "baby" cousins whom i have always considered to be little babies
(in my eyes at least) needing the continuous attention and care of the adults have blossomed into full blown young adults poring over problems and relationships and all the great stuff u can only experience in schools ...
to be honest, i never had any serious communication with my cousins because of my perceived gap in age...the thought of my baby cousins growing up just never occured to me until recently. so, i really felt gay (happy, for those arses perverted in mind) that they are developing meaningful lifes of their own.
'baby' sarah was only 11 when i was about to enter university but seeing her describe about her life in school and the deepening relationship with her brother resonates my own experiences in school and my brother..damn...for the first time in my life, i wished i was younger...
being the eldest grandchild in my mum's family, i had always felt a responsibility of trying to know all my cousins well and keeping them together...so even when our parents dun meet, at least there is support within the family. but the young me always felt it wasn't the time simply because of the age differences...
teaching a sec 2 kid really reminds me that being 14 and 25 is not really very different..perhaps i have procrastinated for too long in waiting for the 'babies' to grow up...
i must apologize to my cousins, especially if they view me as aloof and uncaring...i guess it must be the 'superority complex' of elders that makes it hard for the older generation, ie me, to connect to the younger set...as the cliche goes, you are the future and im here to mould you....
fark, i sound like the PAP....
Just came across my cousin's blog and boy, what a wonderful surprise i had....
before my very eyes, my "baby" cousins whom i have always considered to be little babies
(in my eyes at least) needing the continuous attention and care of the adults have blossomed into full blown young adults poring over problems and relationships and all the great stuff u can only experience in schools ...
to be honest, i never had any serious communication with my cousins because of my perceived gap in age...the thought of my baby cousins growing up just never occured to me until recently. so, i really felt gay (happy, for those arses perverted in mind) that they are developing meaningful lifes of their own.
'baby' sarah was only 11 when i was about to enter university but seeing her describe about her life in school and the deepening relationship with her brother resonates my own experiences in school and my brother..damn...for the first time in my life, i wished i was younger...
being the eldest grandchild in my mum's family, i had always felt a responsibility of trying to know all my cousins well and keeping them together...so even when our parents dun meet, at least there is support within the family. but the young me always felt it wasn't the time simply because of the age differences...
teaching a sec 2 kid really reminds me that being 14 and 25 is not really very different..perhaps i have procrastinated for too long in waiting for the 'babies' to grow up...
i must apologize to my cousins, especially if they view me as aloof and uncaring...i guess it must be the 'superority complex' of elders that makes it hard for the older generation, ie me, to connect to the younger set...as the cliche goes, you are the future and im here to mould you....
fark, i sound like the PAP....
.....
today is the first time in about 2 to 3 years i went to the jogging track for a jog.
and i totally suck. big time....fark...
and i totally suck. big time....fark...
Monday, July 25, 2005
go be a snail
is it the rain and bad weather these days that cats are in the heat and the presence of so many bitches around?
lately been hearing really farked up stories about bitches and also the many moaning and groaning of my neighbourhood's cats. sure, i always link horny mating rituals to the cool and damp weather. the snails at xj's n'hood always come out and do the dirty on the pavement, albeit rather dangerously. i've seen so many crushed snail shells to tell u that they prob get their arousal from the dangerous games they play.
snails are not the only creatures. cats in xj and even my n'hood suddenly got the hots for each other. not only have i stood at a corner to watch the mating dance of the felines, i also frighten the hell out of them just when they're about to have fun. muahaha...im a dirty farker.
don't get me wrong. i love cats. in fact, i prefer them over dogs who are too eager to please their owners. at least felines have their style and gracefully give u their version of the middle finger when u interrupt them. man, they are cool. that's why people who plot and scheme and are just basically mean do not deserve to be little kitties. god must have his reason for calling these arses bitches.
bitches sar kah to their owners, giving the cute puppy eye look whenever the owner calls it out to play.
owner: oh bitch, let's go for a walk!
bitch: woof woof! (yes master!) *cute puppy eyes while licking the smelly sneakers of its owner and making a fool of herself*
but these same bitches bark farking loudly when they realise they are being threatened.
(while out on a walk)
owner: aww, aint this kitty cute?*picks up a kitten*
bitch: grrrrhhh!! woof woof woof!!!( bloody asshole! dont go and act innocent and take my master away! wait later i bite u den u know!)
a bitch's bark is louder than its bite? i dunno....but i like to think of my dear as a graceful cat watching and learning and when the farking bitch comes too near, it better get prepared for a vicious bitch slap.
the first time, i heard of her first indiscretion, i thot it was the time of the month. but it never stopped. thankfully, ******'s resourceful enough to skirt around. i really dun think the fucking bitch can do what she did.
let me end this with a curse...
i hope this fucked up excuse of a woman, who bloody thinks she's a chio bu, gets a spasm when she's having sex and may she never reach orgasm. and in her next life, let her be a snail and die trying to fuck on the pavement.
bloody chee bye. :)
lately been hearing really farked up stories about bitches and also the many moaning and groaning of my neighbourhood's cats. sure, i always link horny mating rituals to the cool and damp weather. the snails at xj's n'hood always come out and do the dirty on the pavement, albeit rather dangerously. i've seen so many crushed snail shells to tell u that they prob get their arousal from the dangerous games they play.
snails are not the only creatures. cats in xj and even my n'hood suddenly got the hots for each other. not only have i stood at a corner to watch the mating dance of the felines, i also frighten the hell out of them just when they're about to have fun. muahaha...im a dirty farker.
don't get me wrong. i love cats. in fact, i prefer them over dogs who are too eager to please their owners. at least felines have their style and gracefully give u their version of the middle finger when u interrupt them. man, they are cool. that's why people who plot and scheme and are just basically mean do not deserve to be little kitties. god must have his reason for calling these arses bitches.
bitches sar kah to their owners, giving the cute puppy eye look whenever the owner calls it out to play.
owner: oh bitch, let's go for a walk!
bitch: woof woof! (yes master!) *cute puppy eyes while licking the smelly sneakers of its owner and making a fool of herself*
but these same bitches bark farking loudly when they realise they are being threatened.
(while out on a walk)
owner: aww, aint this kitty cute?*picks up a kitten*
bitch: grrrrhhh!! woof woof woof!!!( bloody asshole! dont go and act innocent and take my master away! wait later i bite u den u know!)
a bitch's bark is louder than its bite? i dunno....but i like to think of my dear as a graceful cat watching and learning and when the farking bitch comes too near, it better get prepared for a vicious bitch slap.
the first time, i heard of her first indiscretion, i thot it was the time of the month. but it never stopped. thankfully, ******'s resourceful enough to skirt around. i really dun think the fucking bitch can do what she did.
let me end this with a curse...
i hope this fucked up excuse of a woman, who bloody thinks she's a chio bu, gets a spasm when she's having sex and may she never reach orgasm. and in her next life, let her be a snail and die trying to fuck on the pavement.
bloody chee bye. :)
Sunday, July 10, 2005
lobsters and crabs
This is about a ride i went on the 10th of July...for seafood, wat else. dun mind it too much if it sounds weird cos i wrote it as a trip report for the kruzer club......
The only things i know about lobsters are that they are like crabs, are edible and turn red when cooked. in fact, they are so edible and expensive that it became the highlight of the South East Coast Ride. the thought of lobsters was enough to wake me up even when a couple of us (riders) had some to drink and little to sleep the night before.
the whiff of cool air and chilly winds in the wee morning hours bring back great memories of riding to kota tinggi for breakfast almost a year ago. the clear highways, lazy traffic and comfy temperatures all make up for a most refreshing morning i ever had in ages with none of the early morning lethargy when gg for work!
after an hour of unscheduled delays, the motley crew of bikes (choppers, street bikes, sport bikes and an enduro) set off for a cold cold ride to kota tinggi for breakfast. im particularly looking forward to the traditional chinese dimsum over there. i think you wouldn't disagree with me that steamed siew mai, shrimp dumplings, fried noodles and baos sound like a very good start to the day, isn't it? Only problem is...the shop seemed to have closed for the day. Fortunately, there was more than enough variety of local delights to appease the choosy appetites. it is said that any bak kut teh in malaysia is more delicious than those in singapore....well, i don't think i wanna deny that after trying one out at kota tinggi.
Despite the heavy breakfast, i sense that many were still eager for the main event at sungei rengit but we had to burn breakfast off first, so off we went to Kg Sedili about 30km north of desaru. There is a quaint little beach with tarmac overlooking it at that stretch, so it was really convenient to park and go.
Soon enough, we were off to the beach looking for shells to add to dear's collection while a few others tried their darnest to get some shelter from the heat in any way they can. It was also this beach where me and benny were being clowns playing with styrofoam aeroplanes almost two years back. Time really flies when you actually stop in your tracks and look back.
Lobsters were waiting for us in Sungei Rengit and although the progress there was a little slow, herding some lost sheeps, we made it there in hungry anticipation. The relentless sun continued its unforgiving rays of heat while we waited for tables to clear. It does seem like a min singapore in there. four out of five cars parked outside are singapore- registered cars and many obviously Singaporean cyclists throng and line the restaurant like a regular 4D booth on a saturday afternoon.
Not wanting to lose such a big crowd of us (about 20), Miss lao ban niang, who looks like a slick male towkay with a female voice, cleared enough of the tables to keep us satisfied. It wasn't long before the Heinekens and Tigers made its rounds round the tables. In case you're wondering, the beer would probably evaporate from your skin before you get drunk enough so drink driving wasn't going to be much of a problem for the full blooded alpha males.
in the end, not only did we enjoy the succulent taste of lobsters cooked in light gravy and wine, we also had enough space for chilli and black pepper crabs, venison (deer meat for the uninitiated), some vegegies and some more beer. All that for S$20 per person. God, how i love malaysia and its seafood.
The return ride could never be more different from the morning one. Away to the far west while we were riding, we could see really dark clouds forming up. Kinda reminds me of the war of the worlds, cos we only see lightning striking the same area again and again.
And so it all ends from the hot damp ride in the morning to the sticky humid day and on to a really cold ride back to Singapore, the food, beer and company makes it all worthwhile. a pity our camera was down....next time perhaps....
stay tuned for more adventures.....
The only things i know about lobsters are that they are like crabs, are edible and turn red when cooked. in fact, they are so edible and expensive that it became the highlight of the South East Coast Ride. the thought of lobsters was enough to wake me up even when a couple of us (riders) had some to drink and little to sleep the night before.
the whiff of cool air and chilly winds in the wee morning hours bring back great memories of riding to kota tinggi for breakfast almost a year ago. the clear highways, lazy traffic and comfy temperatures all make up for a most refreshing morning i ever had in ages with none of the early morning lethargy when gg for work!
after an hour of unscheduled delays, the motley crew of bikes (choppers, street bikes, sport bikes and an enduro) set off for a cold cold ride to kota tinggi for breakfast. im particularly looking forward to the traditional chinese dimsum over there. i think you wouldn't disagree with me that steamed siew mai, shrimp dumplings, fried noodles and baos sound like a very good start to the day, isn't it? Only problem is...the shop seemed to have closed for the day. Fortunately, there was more than enough variety of local delights to appease the choosy appetites. it is said that any bak kut teh in malaysia is more delicious than those in singapore....well, i don't think i wanna deny that after trying one out at kota tinggi.
Despite the heavy breakfast, i sense that many were still eager for the main event at sungei rengit but we had to burn breakfast off first, so off we went to Kg Sedili about 30km north of desaru. There is a quaint little beach with tarmac overlooking it at that stretch, so it was really convenient to park and go.
Soon enough, we were off to the beach looking for shells to add to dear's collection while a few others tried their darnest to get some shelter from the heat in any way they can. It was also this beach where me and benny were being clowns playing with styrofoam aeroplanes almost two years back. Time really flies when you actually stop in your tracks and look back.
Lobsters were waiting for us in Sungei Rengit and although the progress there was a little slow, herding some lost sheeps, we made it there in hungry anticipation. The relentless sun continued its unforgiving rays of heat while we waited for tables to clear. It does seem like a min singapore in there. four out of five cars parked outside are singapore- registered cars and many obviously Singaporean cyclists throng and line the restaurant like a regular 4D booth on a saturday afternoon.
Not wanting to lose such a big crowd of us (about 20), Miss lao ban niang, who looks like a slick male towkay with a female voice, cleared enough of the tables to keep us satisfied. It wasn't long before the Heinekens and Tigers made its rounds round the tables. In case you're wondering, the beer would probably evaporate from your skin before you get drunk enough so drink driving wasn't going to be much of a problem for the full blooded alpha males.
in the end, not only did we enjoy the succulent taste of lobsters cooked in light gravy and wine, we also had enough space for chilli and black pepper crabs, venison (deer meat for the uninitiated), some vegegies and some more beer. All that for S$20 per person. God, how i love malaysia and its seafood.
The return ride could never be more different from the morning one. Away to the far west while we were riding, we could see really dark clouds forming up. Kinda reminds me of the war of the worlds, cos we only see lightning striking the same area again and again.
And so it all ends from the hot damp ride in the morning to the sticky humid day and on to a really cold ride back to Singapore, the food, beer and company makes it all worthwhile. a pity our camera was down....next time perhaps....
stay tuned for more adventures.....
Thursday, July 07, 2005
im not dead
Im getting used to my job..my colleagues are pretty nice and even the dao ones started to warm up after a while.
after working, i guess one would naturally tend to be very efficient. I mean i used to nua all day when studying, refusing to wake up early and all. but the weekends are so bloody precious that i wake up early to enjoy the day. seriously, at least there's something to do and look forward to: the pay at the end of the month. wat do i get from studying: nothing...so that explains the efficiency.
visited benny last sunday and larry thoughtfully brought chix mcnuggets for him..hahah...we were commenting on some of the lonely urns placed there and generally looking at the different pple all around when i notice that the pics all look rather sombre. i mean, i look forward to seeing benny again but his unsmiling cock face looked back. anyway, i am a firm believer of having funky or even cock pictures at urns or funerals. When my time comes, i really hope a corny picture of me is put up.. at least i hope that pple remember me always as a corny cock. A smiling face on my urn would also be nice...at least that would be how im feeling if someone visits me. (pardon me, but i also like to live long long...kekeke..hope this doesnt spook u guys out)
Loneliness is hard to bear and i hope benny is feeling fine. just to let u know if u happen to have internet access, that all of us miss u very much. anyway, i hope to do cambodia sometime next or even the following year and i guarantee u ur pic would be on my windshield, seeing the sights we are supposed to see together when we made a promise to go there together.
convocation is coming but i still fel excited. in fact, i feel like it's quite a drag ass thing, but doing it for my parents la....im sure they wanna experience this feeling and i'll be getting a day off...though unpaid.
also starting to read BLeach..another manga series that supposedly very nice..the first few chapters are not too bad...so at least there's something to keep me looking out for a while, besides naruto.
My dear's just started work in Lion Breweries (sorry la..cannot use actual name)...damn happy cos it means BEER!!! hahah...seems the working environment is pretty dynamic..enuff to keep her on her toes. finally, she's feeling challenged unlike her last job. im gonna support her all the way, firstly she's got a job she always wanted and secondly, BEER!!!!!
man, im getting thirsty...im gonna see if there's any in my fridge...
after working, i guess one would naturally tend to be very efficient. I mean i used to nua all day when studying, refusing to wake up early and all. but the weekends are so bloody precious that i wake up early to enjoy the day. seriously, at least there's something to do and look forward to: the pay at the end of the month. wat do i get from studying: nothing...so that explains the efficiency.
visited benny last sunday and larry thoughtfully brought chix mcnuggets for him..hahah...we were commenting on some of the lonely urns placed there and generally looking at the different pple all around when i notice that the pics all look rather sombre. i mean, i look forward to seeing benny again but his unsmiling cock face looked back. anyway, i am a firm believer of having funky or even cock pictures at urns or funerals. When my time comes, i really hope a corny picture of me is put up.. at least i hope that pple remember me always as a corny cock. A smiling face on my urn would also be nice...at least that would be how im feeling if someone visits me. (pardon me, but i also like to live long long...kekeke..hope this doesnt spook u guys out)
Loneliness is hard to bear and i hope benny is feeling fine. just to let u know if u happen to have internet access, that all of us miss u very much. anyway, i hope to do cambodia sometime next or even the following year and i guarantee u ur pic would be on my windshield, seeing the sights we are supposed to see together when we made a promise to go there together.
convocation is coming but i still fel excited. in fact, i feel like it's quite a drag ass thing, but doing it for my parents la....im sure they wanna experience this feeling and i'll be getting a day off...though unpaid.
also starting to read BLeach..another manga series that supposedly very nice..the first few chapters are not too bad...so at least there's something to keep me looking out for a while, besides naruto.
My dear's just started work in Lion Breweries (sorry la..cannot use actual name)...damn happy cos it means BEER!!! hahah...seems the working environment is pretty dynamic..enuff to keep her on her toes. finally, she's feeling challenged unlike her last job. im gonna support her all the way, firstly she's got a job she always wanted and secondly, BEER!!!!!
man, im getting thirsty...im gonna see if there's any in my fridge...
Monday, June 13, 2005
my first day of work
yeah...i've started wearing long sleeved shirts and freaking pants. how cool is that?
after so many weeks of lazing around and having a short but pretty satisfying sojourn to bangcock, it comes to a anti-climatic end. actually, i was more worried about my first lunch. i lost sleep over that first lunch. who will i eat with? wat if the food sucks? wat if the pple are unfriendly? wat the hell do i talk to them abt? yeah...all this and much more kept me awake. yes...the unbridled joy of full time employment.
bangcock is pretty good. stayed at an amazing place, shopped an amazing lot, massaged till i slept....but still, nothing beats the idlylic beaches, kampung kids, vast rainforests and beautiful mountains when i rode thru thailand. but was really happy seeing my dear enjoying the shopping so much! made me feel so good too....
really nervous today cos i expected to plunge straight into measurement. luckily, today was a submission date and there wun be any tenders until at least tmr....im expected to be adept in using excel, something i didn't want to learn in skool. damn..the whole measurement process is done in excel! i can also kiss my december break goodbye cos the traditional rush period for tenders is before chinese new year, typical chinese habit. which means 3 to 4 tenders in dec...darn..
dun feel like writing so much crap today....dats y the stuff im writing are crappy. u know wat? i suck....
after so many weeks of lazing around and having a short but pretty satisfying sojourn to bangcock, it comes to a anti-climatic end. actually, i was more worried about my first lunch. i lost sleep over that first lunch. who will i eat with? wat if the food sucks? wat if the pple are unfriendly? wat the hell do i talk to them abt? yeah...all this and much more kept me awake. yes...the unbridled joy of full time employment.
bangcock is pretty good. stayed at an amazing place, shopped an amazing lot, massaged till i slept....but still, nothing beats the idlylic beaches, kampung kids, vast rainforests and beautiful mountains when i rode thru thailand. but was really happy seeing my dear enjoying the shopping so much! made me feel so good too....
really nervous today cos i expected to plunge straight into measurement. luckily, today was a submission date and there wun be any tenders until at least tmr....im expected to be adept in using excel, something i didn't want to learn in skool. damn..the whole measurement process is done in excel! i can also kiss my december break goodbye cos the traditional rush period for tenders is before chinese new year, typical chinese habit. which means 3 to 4 tenders in dec...darn..
dun feel like writing so much crap today....dats y the stuff im writing are crappy. u know wat? i suck....
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
melaka
it is mildly irritating to say the least. i have reformatted my computer about 50 times this year and it still manages to fark up every once in a while. imagine writing an entry and the piece of junk just screws up on me...
anyway, the entry was just full of liverpool, liverpool and more liverpool. if u weren't weird, u probably heard that liverpool won the champions in the most drama mama style ever. and being a liverpool fan, u couldn't experience any emotions like any other in this match.
from the depths of desperation and hell in the first half to hope in the second half and finally to the overflowing burst of joy in the end. i want to scream at home but was afraid the police might come knocking. luckily andrew phones me after the penalty was saved and i heard 2 solid minutes of screaming at the anfield clubhouse in UE square. my only regret was not being there......
haven been blogging since my bro got back from the states and we basically just nuahed the whole day. just too busy lazing around...hell lotsa activites with the chalet with skool chums, karaoke sessions and a wonderful weekend ride to malacca for great food.
i always loved malacca. it was my virgin destination in malaysia and i did it with dicky all in one day. the wonderful history just seeps into me whenever i visit jonker street, with the hums and songs of the beatles, elvis, engelbert humperdinck (im not joking abt the name) senerading the afternoon crowd. i have lost count of the times i have visited this place..i think abt 15 times since 2003. i remember coming over with benny to look for an elusive buddha head statue to make his room more zen like, the mouth watering satay celup sauce with peanuts boiling my kebab of prawns, etc.., the ride recently to chill out by the beach. i think malacca is my adopted home. stayed over at isaac's parent's place. they're such wonderful hosts and their semi D is so cooling in the living room dat it's a sin not to have an afternoon nap.
this ride makes me finally remember why i love touring in the first place. they say first impression counts and i've caught the wanderlust from this nostalgic place...i think malacca is the door-way to the world,at least for me. sadly, so much developments is taking place along jalan hang jebat. a little of the nostalgia dies each time i come round...i hope this doesn't become like another KL.
anyway, the entry was just full of liverpool, liverpool and more liverpool. if u weren't weird, u probably heard that liverpool won the champions in the most drama mama style ever. and being a liverpool fan, u couldn't experience any emotions like any other in this match.
from the depths of desperation and hell in the first half to hope in the second half and finally to the overflowing burst of joy in the end. i want to scream at home but was afraid the police might come knocking. luckily andrew phones me after the penalty was saved and i heard 2 solid minutes of screaming at the anfield clubhouse in UE square. my only regret was not being there......
haven been blogging since my bro got back from the states and we basically just nuahed the whole day. just too busy lazing around...hell lotsa activites with the chalet with skool chums, karaoke sessions and a wonderful weekend ride to malacca for great food.
i always loved malacca. it was my virgin destination in malaysia and i did it with dicky all in one day. the wonderful history just seeps into me whenever i visit jonker street, with the hums and songs of the beatles, elvis, engelbert humperdinck (im not joking abt the name) senerading the afternoon crowd. i have lost count of the times i have visited this place..i think abt 15 times since 2003. i remember coming over with benny to look for an elusive buddha head statue to make his room more zen like, the mouth watering satay celup sauce with peanuts boiling my kebab of prawns, etc.., the ride recently to chill out by the beach. i think malacca is my adopted home. stayed over at isaac's parent's place. they're such wonderful hosts and their semi D is so cooling in the living room dat it's a sin not to have an afternoon nap.
this ride makes me finally remember why i love touring in the first place. they say first impression counts and i've caught the wanderlust from this nostalgic place...i think malacca is the door-way to the world,at least for me. sadly, so much developments is taking place along jalan hang jebat. a little of the nostalgia dies each time i come round...i hope this doesn't become like another KL.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
still not walking alone!
it's almost 48 hours ago but im still feeling damn farking happy that my childhood team got into the Finals..i never felt this happy after watching a match on tv before.
tmr's my last paper of my school life...and im glad the Reds made it sweet!
tmr's my last paper of my school life...and im glad the Reds made it sweet!
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
walk alone? NEVER!!!
almost 18 hours ago, liverpool got into the champions league final....and i just cant stop smiling!!! muahahaha....after all these years of hearing my classmates talk abt their ARSEnal and manUre ...i finally have braggin rights!!!
even though i hear sour grapes from all round, especially since their ARsEnal and manUre..cant even whiff the quarters, i dun care whether it crossed the line or whether the goons from london COULD have drawn it in extra-time. i just wanna celebrate..keke...cos they cant even make it to fourth in the league..muahahah
i never felt this nervousness before the match on tv...and witnessing the sight and sounds on tv made me wish i was at the KOP. i last time i ever felt this nervousness and excitement was during the last two finals i played in JC against Hwa Chong...
now u know why guys like to watch soccer and support their childhood teams...too many have switched allegiances too easily when their "team" become lousier, as with all their highs and lows...
ooOOoo...i just love the jealousy in my mates' eyes....
even though i hear sour grapes from all round, especially since their ARsEnal and manUre..cant even whiff the quarters, i dun care whether it crossed the line or whether the goons from london COULD have drawn it in extra-time. i just wanna celebrate..keke...cos they cant even make it to fourth in the league..muahahah
i never felt this nervousness before the match on tv...and witnessing the sight and sounds on tv made me wish i was at the KOP. i last time i ever felt this nervousness and excitement was during the last two finals i played in JC against Hwa Chong...
now u know why guys like to watch soccer and support their childhood teams...too many have switched allegiances too easily when their "team" become lousier, as with all their highs and lows...
ooOOoo...i just love the jealousy in my mates' eyes....
Saturday, April 30, 2005
food ninja!
one more drag ass paper left...
i have just found out that out of the 14 canteen stalls in my canteen (doh!), 8 are leaving! granted that some of these food stalls suck big time, but i felt a twinge of sadness and regret when the "shui jiao" auntie told me and CH that it was her last day selling yesterday.
Auntie: today's my last day selling leh ah boys...
me: huh? why leh...i like to eat your noodles leh... (which is true..farking cheap and not bad)
auntie: they (read:NUS) dun wanna extend my contract..they say a lot of pple complain say my noodles not nice...(den proceeds to give a sad look)
hearing this type of thing just feels me speechless. i cant say "no la, your noodles still very nice..." or something like dat. me and CH only kept quiet. after a while, luchang went to buy from her too after hearing the news...
he keeps saying this noodles is cooked with love and all that shit...and CH was sweating like hell which looked like he was crying all over his face...ah well, all i can only say is NUS can be cruel at times. i was pretty disgusted with the way they refused to extend contracts when they could at least give them a chance to improve on themselves instead of telling them to get lost. even our best stall in the canteen, the western food one, also wanna go. so it ends that our farewell to the school would also mean the end of the roads of so many food stalls in our canteen. pretty sad farewell...
im gg to have some cheap seafood across the causeway...woohoo!! i miss the chili crabs and mantou there man...absolutely brilliant..
im recently hooked onto naruto and its ever growing horde of info on the web. conspiracy theories swirl on the manga series and those darn forumers do give real evidence to back them up. i wonder if there's a professor of manga (Naruto) title somewhere around. i know the existence of Lord of The Rings professors, so im not joking.. i mean, they hunt ard the books and read into the conversations, narrations and watever to derive some theory or something like dat...totally awesome. in case you're wondering, yes.. im a dork..i probably can qualify for the bachelor's degree of literature Studies (LOTR) if there were ever such a thing
fantasy stories ard dragons, orcs, elfs, knights and even kenders totally fascinates me. im intrigued by the worlds the authors create and naruto is no diff! makes me wanna be a ninja!!!! haiyah! (great, im stamped chopped guaranteed a dork)
i usually have no favorite characters. i just like the spirit and valiant times of LOTR while the philosphy in naruto can be very inspiring.
but, if i got a choice, i wanna be kakashi or yondaime...woohoo! haiyah!!!!!!!
i have just found out that out of the 14 canteen stalls in my canteen (doh!), 8 are leaving! granted that some of these food stalls suck big time, but i felt a twinge of sadness and regret when the "shui jiao" auntie told me and CH that it was her last day selling yesterday.
Auntie: today's my last day selling leh ah boys...
me: huh? why leh...i like to eat your noodles leh... (which is true..farking cheap and not bad)
auntie: they (read:NUS) dun wanna extend my contract..they say a lot of pple complain say my noodles not nice...(den proceeds to give a sad look)
hearing this type of thing just feels me speechless. i cant say "no la, your noodles still very nice..." or something like dat. me and CH only kept quiet. after a while, luchang went to buy from her too after hearing the news...
he keeps saying this noodles is cooked with love and all that shit...and CH was sweating like hell which looked like he was crying all over his face...ah well, all i can only say is NUS can be cruel at times. i was pretty disgusted with the way they refused to extend contracts when they could at least give them a chance to improve on themselves instead of telling them to get lost. even our best stall in the canteen, the western food one, also wanna go. so it ends that our farewell to the school would also mean the end of the roads of so many food stalls in our canteen. pretty sad farewell...
im gg to have some cheap seafood across the causeway...woohoo!! i miss the chili crabs and mantou there man...absolutely brilliant..
im recently hooked onto naruto and its ever growing horde of info on the web. conspiracy theories swirl on the manga series and those darn forumers do give real evidence to back them up. i wonder if there's a professor of manga (Naruto) title somewhere around. i know the existence of Lord of The Rings professors, so im not joking.. i mean, they hunt ard the books and read into the conversations, narrations and watever to derive some theory or something like dat...totally awesome. in case you're wondering, yes.. im a dork..i probably can qualify for the bachelor's degree of literature Studies (LOTR) if there were ever such a thing
fantasy stories ard dragons, orcs, elfs, knights and even kenders totally fascinates me. im intrigued by the worlds the authors create and naruto is no diff! makes me wanna be a ninja!!!! haiyah! (great, im stamped chopped guaranteed a dork)
i usually have no favorite characters. i just like the spirit and valiant times of LOTR while the philosphy in naruto can be very inspiring.
but, if i got a choice, i wanna be kakashi or yondaime...woohoo! haiyah!!!!!!!
Friday, April 22, 2005
Straits Times Efficiency
wow! the alan john journalist replied me in double quick time. dats singaporean efficiency folks!
looks like they're compiling and thinking of ways to cut motorcyclists death through the media. Kudos for that thought!
looks like they're compiling and thinking of ways to cut motorcyclists death through the media. Kudos for that thought!
hello!!!
One paper down. Two to go!
the past week was spent on, wat else, studying. but this also allowed me the opportunity to read some papers and really, Sunday's article on motorcyclists on the roads interested me. the replies to the papers on that article interested me more. (22th April, Life, Mailbag)
I was pretty pissed at the wrong priorities sent out to the public and so having too much time on my hands, i sent a letter to the journalist.
I thank you for your timely reminder on the state of road safety in Singapore, especially regarding those riding motorcycles.
I have also read with interest, the various responses of people who have been affected by motorcycle accidents and the decisions that they have made.
Your article rightly reflects on the role all motorists should play in preserving road safety in Singapore. However, this lack of proper respect for motorcyclists is deeply entreched in the minds of most motorists.
The attitudes of drivers cannot be taken lightly. It is really sad to hear Seah Nili recount her fears whenever a driver tails or wantonly cuts into their lane. It is, however, the reality that an average Singaporean rider faces whenever riding in Singapore roads. I'm able to recount to you a recent accident when a taxi actually overtook a couple on a bike just to jam his brakes to stop for his customers. His customer actually flagged the taxi way before reaching them allowing time for the taxi to stop safely.
So, I thought that it was inappropriate that a small section of the reader's mail focuses on the driver's attitudes while a chunk of it delves on the rider's attire. In case I'm mistaken, I'm for having proper riding attire and believe that this would be a good way to actually survive a crash, having seen it first hand. But this hides from the fact that drivers' attitudes play a more important role in road safety than riding gear.
I do not discount the fact that many riders also have themselves to blame whenever accidents happen. The statistics suggests many of the fatalities come from young riders who are, admittedly, rash. The attitude of riders must also change for safer commuting in general.
The issue of road safety needs a holistic change in every motorist's attitudes and mindset. Campaigns which allows drivers to see the roads from a motorcyclist's point of views would, undoubtably, open the eyes of the ignorant drivers, especially the newer ones.
Campaigns for road safety have mostly focused on the daredevil ways of riders, zigzagging in and out of the roads. The recent campaign on "Speeding: overturning Lives" have been focused on motorcycles. This breeds the rationalisation that motorcyclists are to blame for their accidents.
Safety culture on the roads in Singapore is non-existent and for that reason motorcyclists are seen as convenient scapegoats while turning a blind eye to drivers' attitudes. Let me cite you an example: Chain collisons are becoming very commonplace along the expressways. Since they are nicely cushioned in their cars, the legal priority of ascertaining whose fault it is and insurance glosses over the tail-gating ways of the same few drivers. Now, just imagine what happens if a motorcyclist dies in such an incident. Only then, would tail-gating be highlighted and sadly at the expense of the life of a rider.
I sincerely hope that this issue is also tackled concurrently with other ways of preserving lives such as riding attire or even commerative flags. The road safety culture in singapore badly needs a wake up call.
really, i was pissed that he asked for riders to shape up and gear up. frankly, many motorcyclists have been gearing up over the years and i have actually visually noted the use of gloves, full face helmets, etc.
i guess the author, being a driver himself, does not really see it entirely from a rider's point of view. he still has the notion that riders are pests on the roads, although he did address the attitudes of drivers.
but i admit that people in Singapore are really having a bigoted view on riders. people give me a disgusted look when they know i ride. im like: wat the fark?! anyway, it's getting very irritating cos they sometimes dun think before they talk. i dun think i can actually describe why i love to ride so much. i guess it's all subjective and all have their views. but nonetheless, your views dun have to end lives.
i admit i really thot of benny sometimes and wonder wat the hell i shd do. to carry on or stop? but den it's something i love doing and i believe benny would continue to do in his next life. it's just indescripable........
anyway, felt like a second class citizen again at world trade centre. none of the parking lots are for bikes! even if they have, it's for season parking and i even seen bikes clamped at carparks there. after searching around, there wasn't any around the area at all. Only opposite the road at the bus station!! bloody farkers. it's as though the people working there dun ride?? duh...hello!!!!!!
i give world trade centre 5 middle fingers for being biker-unfriendly. and i think it's descrimination to the fullest. i think i know how indians feel right now...
the past week was spent on, wat else, studying. but this also allowed me the opportunity to read some papers and really, Sunday's article on motorcyclists on the roads interested me. the replies to the papers on that article interested me more. (22th April, Life, Mailbag)
I was pretty pissed at the wrong priorities sent out to the public and so having too much time on my hands, i sent a letter to the journalist.
I thank you for your timely reminder on the state of road safety in Singapore, especially regarding those riding motorcycles.
I have also read with interest, the various responses of people who have been affected by motorcycle accidents and the decisions that they have made.
Your article rightly reflects on the role all motorists should play in preserving road safety in Singapore. However, this lack of proper respect for motorcyclists is deeply entreched in the minds of most motorists.
The attitudes of drivers cannot be taken lightly. It is really sad to hear Seah Nili recount her fears whenever a driver tails or wantonly cuts into their lane. It is, however, the reality that an average Singaporean rider faces whenever riding in Singapore roads. I'm able to recount to you a recent accident when a taxi actually overtook a couple on a bike just to jam his brakes to stop for his customers. His customer actually flagged the taxi way before reaching them allowing time for the taxi to stop safely.
So, I thought that it was inappropriate that a small section of the reader's mail focuses on the driver's attitudes while a chunk of it delves on the rider's attire. In case I'm mistaken, I'm for having proper riding attire and believe that this would be a good way to actually survive a crash, having seen it first hand. But this hides from the fact that drivers' attitudes play a more important role in road safety than riding gear.
I do not discount the fact that many riders also have themselves to blame whenever accidents happen. The statistics suggests many of the fatalities come from young riders who are, admittedly, rash. The attitude of riders must also change for safer commuting in general.
The issue of road safety needs a holistic change in every motorist's attitudes and mindset. Campaigns which allows drivers to see the roads from a motorcyclist's point of views would, undoubtably, open the eyes of the ignorant drivers, especially the newer ones.
Campaigns for road safety have mostly focused on the daredevil ways of riders, zigzagging in and out of the roads. The recent campaign on "Speeding: overturning Lives" have been focused on motorcycles. This breeds the rationalisation that motorcyclists are to blame for their accidents.
Safety culture on the roads in Singapore is non-existent and for that reason motorcyclists are seen as convenient scapegoats while turning a blind eye to drivers' attitudes. Let me cite you an example: Chain collisons are becoming very commonplace along the expressways. Since they are nicely cushioned in their cars, the legal priority of ascertaining whose fault it is and insurance glosses over the tail-gating ways of the same few drivers. Now, just imagine what happens if a motorcyclist dies in such an incident. Only then, would tail-gating be highlighted and sadly at the expense of the life of a rider.
I sincerely hope that this issue is also tackled concurrently with other ways of preserving lives such as riding attire or even commerative flags. The road safety culture in singapore badly needs a wake up call.
really, i was pissed that he asked for riders to shape up and gear up. frankly, many motorcyclists have been gearing up over the years and i have actually visually noted the use of gloves, full face helmets, etc.
i guess the author, being a driver himself, does not really see it entirely from a rider's point of view. he still has the notion that riders are pests on the roads, although he did address the attitudes of drivers.
but i admit that people in Singapore are really having a bigoted view on riders. people give me a disgusted look when they know i ride. im like: wat the fark?! anyway, it's getting very irritating cos they sometimes dun think before they talk. i dun think i can actually describe why i love to ride so much. i guess it's all subjective and all have their views. but nonetheless, your views dun have to end lives.
i admit i really thot of benny sometimes and wonder wat the hell i shd do. to carry on or stop? but den it's something i love doing and i believe benny would continue to do in his next life. it's just indescripable........
anyway, felt like a second class citizen again at world trade centre. none of the parking lots are for bikes! even if they have, it's for season parking and i even seen bikes clamped at carparks there. after searching around, there wasn't any around the area at all. Only opposite the road at the bus station!! bloody farkers. it's as though the people working there dun ride?? duh...hello!!!!!!
i give world trade centre 5 middle fingers for being biker-unfriendly. and i think it's descrimination to the fullest. i think i know how indians feel right now...
Thursday, April 14, 2005
im stupid
the end of skool is nigh and im starting to miss soccer seesions with my nerdy friends. why do i love to play soccer with nerdy friends?? cos i look cool playing with them. seriously, i waiting to go to skool to play soccer with them later on and since im feeling bored, let me give you the joke of the day. this time it's about stupid blondes. actually blondes aint really stupid but they look stupid. i dun know what the fark im writing about so....
A man got on an elevator. When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a bright, "T-G-I-F." He smiled at her and replied, "S-H-I-T." She looked puzzled and repeated, "T-G-I-F," more slowly. He again answered, "S-H-I-T." The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so she smiled her biggest smile, and said as sweetly as possibly, "T-G-I-F." The man smiled back to her and once again, "S-H-I-T." The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain. "'T-G-I-F' means Thank Goodness It's Friday. Get it, duuhhh?" The man answered, "'S-H-I-T' means 'Sorry, Honey, It's Thursday'
hur hur...i cant think of anything stupid to write right now cos my brain is mumbling something about playing soccer later. exams are next week so i guess the courts won't be too full.
oh...im at page 4 of the write up to my koh samui trip...and im still too lazy to upload the photos just yet..just hang on a little. perhaps i shd leave for soccer right now. mabbe something stupid will happen later for me to write about...ho ho ho...
damn..im losing it.....
A man got on an elevator. When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a bright, "T-G-I-F." He smiled at her and replied, "S-H-I-T." She looked puzzled and repeated, "T-G-I-F," more slowly. He again answered, "S-H-I-T." The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so she smiled her biggest smile, and said as sweetly as possibly, "T-G-I-F." The man smiled back to her and once again, "S-H-I-T." The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain. "'T-G-I-F' means Thank Goodness It's Friday. Get it, duuhhh?" The man answered, "'S-H-I-T' means 'Sorry, Honey, It's Thursday'
hur hur...i cant think of anything stupid to write right now cos my brain is mumbling something about playing soccer later. exams are next week so i guess the courts won't be too full.
oh...im at page 4 of the write up to my koh samui trip...and im still too lazy to upload the photos just yet..just hang on a little. perhaps i shd leave for soccer right now. mabbe something stupid will happen later for me to write about...ho ho ho...
damn..im losing it.....
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
brain exercise
im supposed to be studying for my exams...but after realising i can get A's quite easily, i decided to waste some time penning some thoughts. actually, i just wanted to write something to get my brain moving.
has been a nice weekend. i had a bbq held in my honour at west coast and i felt pretty good that pple like lynn and meihua turned up as well. turns out that boo initiated the bbq, although i do suspect the birdday celebration was a decoy cos that he likes the food that xj prepares for bbqs. oh well, the best of both worlds. killing two birds with one stone. speaking of one stone, i just read this joke somewhere and i thot it'll be great to share this brilliant joke with you.
Once in the ancient US of A, there was this red indian guy called OneStone. now, everymother focker made fun of his name cos u know...there's a reason for his name. and so, the whole world knew that he has got only one stone. he hated pple making fun of him and swore to them that he would kill them if they ever dared to make fun of him again. then came a pretty lass and cheekily called out to him. OneStone got very mad and dragged her away to the forest and shagged her till she could take it no more and died. the people realised that he really meant it and dare not make fun of him again. A year later, another girl who just came back from studying in another village saw him and made fun of him again. so, OneStone dragged her away and shagged her for three days and nights. but no matter how long OneStone tried, the girl just wouldn't die. This proves that you cant kill two birds with one stone. hur hur hur........
brilliant isn't it? anyway, saturday night was spent eating and playing at the west coast playground. only after a minute of playing on the ropes and monkeying ard, boo was as shiny as a bodybuilder without the muscles. very disgusting. when we were thirsty, we sat in pairs (me and xj in front and the two behind) pretending to be in a car and going up to the Macdonalds drive thru. i was so farking embarassed but somehow, our silly joke was so darn good, that they sold drinks to us. we were still in our car stance.
With the drinks on hand, we headed back to our campsite/bbq site with Mr scarecrow looking after our belongings. mr scarecrow really works. imagine a stick figure dressed up in a poncho seeminly pointing to our tent. it scared the jeepers out of me. then, we got stupid and talked about our childhood toys and the games we played. frerin has a lot of "masks" toys while boo only had his animal chess to accompany him when he was young.
we had also discussed about gg on a short holiday to bangcock after frerin gets his skool hols. we figured that it would be cool cos would be very hard to get everyone to go at the same time once we all start working. hopefully in the first weekend of june.
went for the second interview at woh hup yesterday. looks like i got the job...the way the manager talked to me seems to be like finalising on what i'll be doing and when i can start working yadda yadda. i guess i'll just wait for the HR secretary to give me a call to sign the employment letter.
i think my brain is starting to crank up a little....time to go into my notes.......
has been a nice weekend. i had a bbq held in my honour at west coast and i felt pretty good that pple like lynn and meihua turned up as well. turns out that boo initiated the bbq, although i do suspect the birdday celebration was a decoy cos that he likes the food that xj prepares for bbqs. oh well, the best of both worlds. killing two birds with one stone. speaking of one stone, i just read this joke somewhere and i thot it'll be great to share this brilliant joke with you.
Once in the ancient US of A, there was this red indian guy called OneStone. now, everymother focker made fun of his name cos u know...there's a reason for his name. and so, the whole world knew that he has got only one stone. he hated pple making fun of him and swore to them that he would kill them if they ever dared to make fun of him again. then came a pretty lass and cheekily called out to him. OneStone got very mad and dragged her away to the forest and shagged her till she could take it no more and died. the people realised that he really meant it and dare not make fun of him again. A year later, another girl who just came back from studying in another village saw him and made fun of him again. so, OneStone dragged her away and shagged her for three days and nights. but no matter how long OneStone tried, the girl just wouldn't die. This proves that you cant kill two birds with one stone. hur hur hur........
brilliant isn't it? anyway, saturday night was spent eating and playing at the west coast playground. only after a minute of playing on the ropes and monkeying ard, boo was as shiny as a bodybuilder without the muscles. very disgusting. when we were thirsty, we sat in pairs (me and xj in front and the two behind) pretending to be in a car and going up to the Macdonalds drive thru. i was so farking embarassed but somehow, our silly joke was so darn good, that they sold drinks to us. we were still in our car stance.
With the drinks on hand, we headed back to our campsite/bbq site with Mr scarecrow looking after our belongings. mr scarecrow really works. imagine a stick figure dressed up in a poncho seeminly pointing to our tent. it scared the jeepers out of me. then, we got stupid and talked about our childhood toys and the games we played. frerin has a lot of "masks" toys while boo only had his animal chess to accompany him when he was young.
we had also discussed about gg on a short holiday to bangcock after frerin gets his skool hols. we figured that it would be cool cos would be very hard to get everyone to go at the same time once we all start working. hopefully in the first weekend of june.
went for the second interview at woh hup yesterday. looks like i got the job...the way the manager talked to me seems to be like finalising on what i'll be doing and when i can start working yadda yadda. i guess i'll just wait for the HR secretary to give me a call to sign the employment letter.
i think my brain is starting to crank up a little....time to go into my notes.......
Monday, April 04, 2005
normality
life is getting back to normality.....
finally, all the presentations are done and dusted. i've only a report chapter to worry about..but then again, fark it la...
had a test last week. was a module where i haven attended a lecture once and u can imagine how lost i was. anyway, i tried to pia reading the notes on the day itself....ended up sleeping. thanks to my nerd friend who conscientiously wrote every single mother thing onto his notes, i was able to write something which made sense. the results is another matter.
i had went to visit benny at his temporary geylang abode. boo commented at first that that bugger must be having it good staying at geylang man. but after we went there, big boo felt he must be bored cos the rest of the pics there show old faces. not to mention incessant chanting by the priests over there. ahhh...how philosophical can the big orc be..
after that, went to buy office wear. hell man, it really is a hassle to change again and again and again. i wonder why girls can keep trying their clothes non stop. in the end, managed to get two pants, shirts and a pair of shoes for less than 130 buckaroos. dunno whether that is considered cheap anot...but i know im deadbeat.
today, im nuahing at home cos the weather is soo farking good. i have to enjoy these moments now cos when i start work, i cant just stay at home and nauh anymore. really depressing. yesterday's papers talked about the 7 deadly sins and which are the ones singaporeans are most and least concerned by. Laziness, it seems, is a sin that everyone seems to indulge. im glad me and my gf not alone. i can imagine my lecturers laying down flat in their offices sleeping or some office workers sneaking off to the toilet to catch some 40 winks. i think that's my lot in life.
the samui trip was excellent. as the days spent there were too short (4 days, 3 nights), me and xj spent much of the time exploring samui island itself and scouring for bungalows in all the different beaches. we also visited many captivating cafes which overlooks the sea and serve great meals too. i will write more about that soon...im too lazy to get all the brochures and guidebooks out...
finally, all the presentations are done and dusted. i've only a report chapter to worry about..but then again, fark it la...
had a test last week. was a module where i haven attended a lecture once and u can imagine how lost i was. anyway, i tried to pia reading the notes on the day itself....ended up sleeping. thanks to my nerd friend who conscientiously wrote every single mother thing onto his notes, i was able to write something which made sense. the results is another matter.
i had went to visit benny at his temporary geylang abode. boo commented at first that that bugger must be having it good staying at geylang man. but after we went there, big boo felt he must be bored cos the rest of the pics there show old faces. not to mention incessant chanting by the priests over there. ahhh...how philosophical can the big orc be..
after that, went to buy office wear. hell man, it really is a hassle to change again and again and again. i wonder why girls can keep trying their clothes non stop. in the end, managed to get two pants, shirts and a pair of shoes for less than 130 buckaroos. dunno whether that is considered cheap anot...but i know im deadbeat.
today, im nuahing at home cos the weather is soo farking good. i have to enjoy these moments now cos when i start work, i cant just stay at home and nauh anymore. really depressing. yesterday's papers talked about the 7 deadly sins and which are the ones singaporeans are most and least concerned by. Laziness, it seems, is a sin that everyone seems to indulge. im glad me and my gf not alone. i can imagine my lecturers laying down flat in their offices sleeping or some office workers sneaking off to the toilet to catch some 40 winks. i think that's my lot in life.
the samui trip was excellent. as the days spent there were too short (4 days, 3 nights), me and xj spent much of the time exploring samui island itself and scouring for bungalows in all the different beaches. we also visited many captivating cafes which overlooks the sea and serve great meals too. i will write more about that soon...im too lazy to get all the brochures and guidebooks out...
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
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