season's greetings to one and all! here's wishing y'all a merry, merry christmas, and a very happy new year!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
pinched!
to the motherfuckingsonofabitch who pinched 2 of my hundred-dollar bills, please know this:
i don't know who you are, yet, but believe me when i say i will fucking find out. once i do that, i will relentlessly hunt down the motherfucking weasel that you are.
when, not if, i eventually catch you, you will dread the day that you were born; you will curse your mother for bringing you into this world to experience such unimaginable pain and misery that i shall take immense pleasure and satisfaction in inflicting upon you.
you will look to the heavens begging for help, but there shall be no assistance rendered and no mercy bestowed upon bastards like you. you will know that you deserve it, and you will beg for forgiveness, but it shall not be granted, for it is neither warranted nor justified.
bear this in mind, you shit-fucking piece of scum: the sad, miserable existence you call life has effectively ended the minute your puny, low-life, bottom-dwelling arse crossed my path.
i don't know who you are, yet, but believe me when i say i will fucking find out. once i do that, i will relentlessly hunt down the motherfucking weasel that you are.
when, not if, i eventually catch you, you will dread the day that you were born; you will curse your mother for bringing you into this world to experience such unimaginable pain and misery that i shall take immense pleasure and satisfaction in inflicting upon you.
you will look to the heavens begging for help, but there shall be no assistance rendered and no mercy bestowed upon bastards like you. you will know that you deserve it, and you will beg for forgiveness, but it shall not be granted, for it is neither warranted nor justified.
bear this in mind, you shit-fucking piece of scum: the sad, miserable existence you call life has effectively ended the minute your puny, low-life, bottom-dwelling arse crossed my path.
butter fucktory
after last night, i now officially hate butter factory. it serves bad music and lousy cocktails; there's no room in the place to even reach for a scratch, let alone dance; the crowd is uninteresting, and has an annoying tendency to step on your feet (or maybe that had something to do with me wearing a man utd jersey?); they make you circumnavigate the building just for a smoke; gosh, the whining is ceaseless.
in a nutshell, butter fucktory plain sucks. which explains why we relocated to good old cosy vogue. ah.. vogue. i like vogue. =)
in a nutshell, butter fucktory plain sucks. which explains why we relocated to good old cosy vogue. ah.. vogue. i like vogue. =)
day 10
08 Dec 2008 - 10 days after passing my driving test.
we were headed for prawning at punggol park after buffalo wings, fried mushrooms and fish & chips at jalan kayu. i took a wrong turn and got us lost. after a short while of driving through the drizzle, i found a way to put us back on the right track. approaching the stop-line, i wasn't sure if there was going to be a green right-turn arrow, so like a good motorist obeying traffic regulations, i gently brought the car to a halt.
i stared intently at the traffic light. bingo! green right-turn arrow. i checked for traffic. clear. pedestrians. clear. confident that there were no apparent hazards, i thought, 'okay, let's go'. so i moved off.
and then it happened.
like a streak of lightning, the headlights of an on-rushing vehicle blinded me. i instinctively jammed the brakes but it was far too late. muscles tensed and eyes tightly shut, i cringed and braced myself for the imminent collision.
SMASH!
the impact of the crash took me about 5 seconds to recover from the shock. in that 5 seconds, i went from a fearful 'argh!' to a dazed 'huh?' to a sinking revelation with 'uh-oh.' i checked my passengers for injuries - jo bruised her knees; jlo cut her lip. okay. not so bad. what about the other car?
as i got down, i cast a frown upon the damage and sensed my blood beginning to boil. i went over to confront the idiot who created the mess. rage was building up with each step i took towards the driver's side of the other car. i wanted to punch someone.
just as i made my way around the back of his vehicle, the driver stepped out. short. medium build. grey hair. t-shirt. shorts. slippers. specs. distressed look on aged face. looks at least 50 years old. fumbling with his handphone. hmm.. wait a sec. i can't punch him - he's too old! realising that i would be in a whole shitload of trouble with my mum when she finds out, i decided not to look for more trouble, and the violence subsided, but not the stern, cross-browed look i was wearing.
me: you okay? is anyone hurt?
him: sorry, sorry, sorry! yeah.. uh.. i'm okay. but my wife, she's hurt..
me: so you're calling for an ambulance?
him: no. no. i'm calling for the tow truck.. gimme a minute yeah.
i thought to myself, 'this bugger here says his wife is hurt, yet he's on the phone with the tow truck company? fuck. this just doesn't make sense.'
i went over to the passenger side of his car and saw his wife easing her way gingerly out of the car.
me: hey, you alright? heard you got hurt. you should sit back down.
her: no, no.. i want to stand.. my chest.. i think it's the seatbelt..
me: i'm calling an ambulance for you.
her: yes, yes.. thank you.. thank you very much..
i called for the ambulance and also the police, all the while staring, with utter dismay, at the twisted heap of metal and plastic that now made up the front of my car. the way his car crashed into mine, a mangled mess with smoky raindrops evaporating off the top, looked to me like warped robotic siamese twins. thoughts raced through my mind, 'shit. he could have killed me.' then it struck me, 'shit. mum's gonna kill me.' finally, i understood, 'shit. he SHOULD have killed me.' well, perhaps not. anyway, up to this point, the guy is STILL on the phone with his tow truck guy. what the fuck is that all about?
the ambulance arrived shortly and the lady was stretchered off. jlo received treatment for her cut lip, while jo helped to take photo evidence with her iphone. the old man, finally off the phone, was apologising remorsefully to his wife. i heard her asking, in cantonese, 'why didn't you see the red light?' fuck. i'm dying to hear him justify that, but he's just repeating, 'i'm so sorry.. it's my fault.. my fault..'
as the ambulance ferried the lady to the hospital, i surveyed the area and saw that a massive congestion had formed. cars, buses, vans, bikes, trucks - the 5 lanes were all jammed up because the vehicles were having a difficult time trying to negotiate paths around the blockage. and to add to the drama of the scene, it was still drizzling. what was meant to be a perfectly enjoyable evening turned out to be a real pain in the arse.
the 'highlight of the night', to quote jlo, came after the police arrived. we were ordered to move our vehicles to the side of the road, so that traffic normalcy could resume. my mum, who by this time had already arrived at the scene and was giving me an earful of why i shouldn't be driving without her guidance and supervision, snatched the car keys from me and went off to comply with the officers' instructions. the old man did likewise.
now here comes the highlight. there was no way for his vehicle to move forward, so in a bid to dislodge his car from mine, he reversed - right into the side of the police car! the police officers went all panicky and started pointing angry fingers and shouting 'STOP! STOP!' at the old man. i went over to check on the consequences of the fiasco. not so much as a scratch. just a slight bump. a mini-bump. a pimple. he might just get away with it. lucky bastard.
me: sure you're gonna let him carry on?
officer1: hmm.. *nods unconvincingly*
me: what? look at him! after smashing my car, he went for yours!
officer1: the thing is, we can't drive for him.
me: whatever. he's probably gonna run us down in the process.
officer1: *shakes head bemusedly*
me: he could be drunk.
officer1: i doubt it. no smell of alcohol.
me: what about cough syrup?
officer1: hmm..
eventually, both our cars were at the side of the road, with no addition to the injury count. we were interviewed separately. after recounting my side of the story, i sneakily crept near to where the officers were taking statements from the old man. i could vaguely hear the old man's apologetic admission to running the red light, followed by a verbal warning from the officers about the possible charges the old man would be facing.
then came a long pause wherein the old man started deliberating on his given statement. to my shock and horror, i heard him say, 'eh, i think i remembered wrongly. the light was green! i did nothing wrong, what!' fucking hell, i thought to myself, i ought to go over and smack him left-right-centre for wimping out on his conscience. i ought to, but i didn't.
now, because initially, we didn't look for independent witnesses, i.e. not a passenger in either vehicle, it had turned to a case of his-word-against-mine. after spending a moment considering the possible impact of the old man's gutless lie, i weighed up my chances and started thinking, 'this idiot reversed into the police car, wrote 10 digits instead of 8 when asked for his contact number, and gave totally polarised and contradicting statements. his credibility is surely out of the window by now. it's a sure-win for me.'
conclusion: nobody was seriously hurt. i won the case. he got charged. justice prevails. my mum doesn't trust me with the car anymore though, but less driving translates into more drinking. no loss there. fine! =)
ps: jo and jlo, i'm sorry for having put you girls through this ordeal. may your wounds, both physical and emotional, heal soon!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
a week to remember
as i gather my thoughts to pen this post, i fondly recap on this very atypical week gone by.
monday was monday - i can't say any more about it here.
on tuesday, i was on MC due to mild food poisoning. really.
i was brought to a thai disco called 'live impact' on wednesday, and i have to say that even though at first it looked a little dodgy, the fun turned out to be pretty clean and wholesome.
i was 2hrs late for work on thursday, and after knocking off slightly earlier than usual, i joined nd and jlo at harry's@orq, where i had my first experience drinking in one of the famed waterholes for bankers, brokers and traders in sg, and i must say i was rather impressed by some of the masquerades on show. at times, it was really obvious that people weren't saying what they actually felt about someone or something, and it was funny watching them practise little discretion in concealing their true thoughts. showboating and sarcasm was prevalent, and very soon, i found myself drifting into isolation and taking a observatory backseat in this theatre of hypocrisy. to put it mildly, it was interesting to watch how people act when they think no one's watching. it was also good to meet some of nd's and jlo's friends, who were polite and friendly people with no airs, unlike some of the other snobs around. i liked their what-you-see-is-what-you-get characters, and it was comforting to know that not everyone in the finance industry behaves like stuck-up assholes. i wonder if i'll be like thatif when i become a high-flyer.
friday was a good day at work, as all fridays have been thus far, with low workload volume and a fantastic jap lunch with jo. predictably, after-hours were spent at vogue and the night ended with lor mee for supper at tb rise, and it was yummy.
saturday's driving lesson was confidence-boosting, and my instructor thinks i should be able to pass friday's test rather comfortably, provided i don't get impatient with the road conditions. i think so too. after the lesson, i had dinner with nd and jlo at this place off killiney road, called bar stop. good ambience, good food, good jazz, good wine - all in all, a good night made even better with good company. we adjourned to nd's for the arsenal match, but our host couldn't keep himself awake till half-time, so we didn't catch the villa-man utd game. i went back home to catch it, but dozed off halfway-through.
falling asleep during a man utd match was a sure sign that my mind and body desperately needed more rest, which is why today i won't be making any plans after my driving lesson later this evening. i need to recuperate, because for the next few days, my schedule will be packed with driving lessons everyday in preparation for my test on friday. no late nights or partying for the time being, but to all you readers, here's wishing you a great week ahead. it only comes round once you know, so whether it's been a good year or not, let's just ensure we enjoy ourselves and make the most of the last few weeks of 2008. cheers! =)
monday was monday - i can't say any more about it here.
on tuesday, i was on MC due to mild food poisoning. really.
i was brought to a thai disco called 'live impact' on wednesday, and i have to say that even though at first it looked a little dodgy, the fun turned out to be pretty clean and wholesome.
i was 2hrs late for work on thursday, and after knocking off slightly earlier than usual, i joined nd and jlo at harry's@orq, where i had my first experience drinking in one of the famed waterholes for bankers, brokers and traders in sg, and i must say i was rather impressed by some of the masquerades on show. at times, it was really obvious that people weren't saying what they actually felt about someone or something, and it was funny watching them practise little discretion in concealing their true thoughts. showboating and sarcasm was prevalent, and very soon, i found myself drifting into isolation and taking a observatory backseat in this theatre of hypocrisy. to put it mildly, it was interesting to watch how people act when they think no one's watching. it was also good to meet some of nd's and jlo's friends, who were polite and friendly people with no airs, unlike some of the other snobs around. i liked their what-you-see-is-what-you-get characters, and it was comforting to know that not everyone in the finance industry behaves like stuck-up assholes. i wonder if i'll be like that
friday was a good day at work, as all fridays have been thus far, with low workload volume and a fantastic jap lunch with jo. predictably, after-hours were spent at vogue and the night ended with lor mee for supper at tb rise, and it was yummy.
saturday's driving lesson was confidence-boosting, and my instructor thinks i should be able to pass friday's test rather comfortably, provided i don't get impatient with the road conditions. i think so too. after the lesson, i had dinner with nd and jlo at this place off killiney road, called bar stop. good ambience, good food, good jazz, good wine - all in all, a good night made even better with good company. we adjourned to nd's for the arsenal match, but our host couldn't keep himself awake till half-time, so we didn't catch the villa-man utd game. i went back home to catch it, but dozed off halfway-through.
falling asleep during a man utd match was a sure sign that my mind and body desperately needed more rest, which is why today i won't be making any plans after my driving lesson later this evening. i need to recuperate, because for the next few days, my schedule will be packed with driving lessons everyday in preparation for my test on friday. no late nights or partying for the time being, but to all you readers, here's wishing you a great week ahead. it only comes round once you know, so whether it's been a good year or not, let's just ensure we enjoy ourselves and make the most of the last few weeks of 2008. cheers! =)
Sunday, November 16, 2008
smile for me
i went over to your place today to retrieve the rest of my personal belongings, and i didn't expect you to call me heartless or hurtful, because i thought it would help you to move on if i cleared those emotional triggers away for good. i'm disappointed and feel wrongly accused. of all the people in the world, you should know how much heart i have.
all my life, i've been trying my best to be a gentleman, a mr nice guy, and i've always taken great pride in the knowledge that i'm popularly considered a nice guy, an honest guy. yet i now find myself being perceived as a jerk, a bastard, a sadist for sticking by my principles. ironic? yes, but at least there's no contradiction. i'm sorry if i hurt you, but i'm not doing these things out of spite or revenge. i hope you will one day understand that i'm trying to preserve my credibility and integrity, to finally be able to look myself in the mirror without shame or contempt.
i know you're having a tough time trying to ride it out, but it isn't easy for me, either. it never has been easy. i thought that by telling you how happy i am, or how contented i am with the current status, maybe, perhaps, you might find some encouragement to really let go and move on, but it appears you're taking it as more salt on open wounds. the truth is, i've never regained even a sliver of joy or contentment since making my mind up about this, but at least i'm sparing myself from the hurt and disappointment that i know lies in wait to consume me, should i even begin to buckle under stress and consider altering my choice. that will never happen, and with my last drops of credibility, i guarantee it, even if i know there's a chance it could cost me true love and happiness for the rest of my life.
i sincerely hope you'll pick yourself up and get out of this rut soon, because the pain you feel is ten-fold on me from the knowledge that i'm inflicting it. i hate saying hurtful things to you, but to me, it's the only way to help you see how resolute i am in my decision, hoping that you will finally see i am looking for the best result for us both. it turns out that i'm not that someone who would walk life's journey with you all the way, but i would like to be that someone who managed to steer you back onto the right path. we all have our distractions and temptations in life; i think that life is not about choices, it's about living with the consequences of what we have chosen. the truth is, we are what we choose to be. so, respect my choice now, and although it touches me deeply to know that there's still someone out there who would fight desperately to continue to be with me, all i can say is thank you for choosing to be with me, but i'm sorry to say that i just want to be alone from now on. we just have too little left to build our future with. please don't hate me for ending it; if there's any space in your heart, fill it with joy, not hate. and when you next drop a tear, please let it be sweet with joy, and not bitter from hurt.
please take great care of yourself, and live a happy, meaningful life. always seek to do the right thing, and never compromise your principles for material promises. don't let the surrounding negativity mould you, no matter how tempting the rewards may seem - some things are just not worth it. always evaluate your options and accord the proper weightage to your priorities. ultimately, you should be in control of your own life. when things don't go your way, look not to point fingers, but instead, look for solutions and gain wisdom from the experience. don't build your happiness on the sorrow of others; seek to give happiness to others, and learn to derive happiness from giving.
in the bitter end, when my life flashes before me, i know i'll leave with a smile, knowing i once made you smile too. i'd better stop here; the tears are fogging my vision already. good night, take care, and good bye..
all my life, i've been trying my best to be a gentleman, a mr nice guy, and i've always taken great pride in the knowledge that i'm popularly considered a nice guy, an honest guy. yet i now find myself being perceived as a jerk, a bastard, a sadist for sticking by my principles. ironic? yes, but at least there's no contradiction. i'm sorry if i hurt you, but i'm not doing these things out of spite or revenge. i hope you will one day understand that i'm trying to preserve my credibility and integrity, to finally be able to look myself in the mirror without shame or contempt.
i know you're having a tough time trying to ride it out, but it isn't easy for me, either. it never has been easy. i thought that by telling you how happy i am, or how contented i am with the current status, maybe, perhaps, you might find some encouragement to really let go and move on, but it appears you're taking it as more salt on open wounds. the truth is, i've never regained even a sliver of joy or contentment since making my mind up about this, but at least i'm sparing myself from the hurt and disappointment that i know lies in wait to consume me, should i even begin to buckle under stress and consider altering my choice. that will never happen, and with my last drops of credibility, i guarantee it, even if i know there's a chance it could cost me true love and happiness for the rest of my life.
i sincerely hope you'll pick yourself up and get out of this rut soon, because the pain you feel is ten-fold on me from the knowledge that i'm inflicting it. i hate saying hurtful things to you, but to me, it's the only way to help you see how resolute i am in my decision, hoping that you will finally see i am looking for the best result for us both. it turns out that i'm not that someone who would walk life's journey with you all the way, but i would like to be that someone who managed to steer you back onto the right path. we all have our distractions and temptations in life; i think that life is not about choices, it's about living with the consequences of what we have chosen. the truth is, we are what we choose to be. so, respect my choice now, and although it touches me deeply to know that there's still someone out there who would fight desperately to continue to be with me, all i can say is thank you for choosing to be with me, but i'm sorry to say that i just want to be alone from now on. we just have too little left to build our future with. please don't hate me for ending it; if there's any space in your heart, fill it with joy, not hate. and when you next drop a tear, please let it be sweet with joy, and not bitter from hurt.
please take great care of yourself, and live a happy, meaningful life. always seek to do the right thing, and never compromise your principles for material promises. don't let the surrounding negativity mould you, no matter how tempting the rewards may seem - some things are just not worth it. always evaluate your options and accord the proper weightage to your priorities. ultimately, you should be in control of your own life. when things don't go your way, look not to point fingers, but instead, look for solutions and gain wisdom from the experience. don't build your happiness on the sorrow of others; seek to give happiness to others, and learn to derive happiness from giving.
in the bitter end, when my life flashes before me, i know i'll leave with a smile, knowing i once made you smile too. i'd better stop here; the tears are fogging my vision already. good night, take care, and good bye..
poker and porn
acting on a whim, we went over to nd's suite for a poker party. in attendance were png, gb, chee, nd, jo, jlo, presto, bk, kw, and kw's cousin (sorry, didn't get your name..).
png did his usual thing - playing jap porn with volume on full-blast with nd's laptop and annoying the heck out of everyone. bk and kw were taking crude digs at each other. gb and chee made their customary late entrance. jo and presto came over after their mugging session. jlo joined us from dempsey really late and didn't stay too long - she went back with jo and presto halfway-through.
about poker, well, i made a great start by clearing out chee's chips in the first hand, but gradually went downhill from then on. 3 hours and a thousand dirty jokes later, the game ended for me - but not the fun. man utd completed a 5:0 rout over stoke, and arse-anal got whipped at home by villa - my idea of a great night.
i then received a reminder from my mum to be at my grandma's by lunch-time the following day for my grandpa's death anniversary, so i decided to call it a night and proceeded to plop myself beside gb, who was already snoring away on nd's super-comfy bed.
so here i am, blogging in amk. gonna sneak out for a cig now, while i reflect on a pleasing weekend thus far. enjoy. =)
png did his usual thing - playing jap porn with volume on full-blast with nd's laptop and annoying the heck out of everyone. bk and kw were taking crude digs at each other. gb and chee made their customary late entrance. jo and presto came over after their mugging session. jlo joined us from dempsey really late and didn't stay too long - she went back with jo and presto halfway-through.
about poker, well, i made a great start by clearing out chee's chips in the first hand, but gradually went downhill from then on. 3 hours and a thousand dirty jokes later, the game ended for me - but not the fun. man utd completed a 5:0 rout over stoke, and arse-anal got whipped at home by villa - my idea of a great night.
i then received a reminder from my mum to be at my grandma's by lunch-time the following day for my grandpa's death anniversary, so i decided to call it a night and proceeded to plop myself beside gb, who was already snoring away on nd's super-comfy bed.
so here i am, blogging in amk. gonna sneak out for a cig now, while i reflect on a pleasing weekend thus far. enjoy. =)
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
so how's my new job?
"so how's your new job?", he asked.
what do i think of my current job? not much at all, really.
i find myself waking up every morning to the intolerable drone of mediocrity, spending half the journey trying to figure out what to look forward to in the office and, upon revelation, the other half of the journey agonising in the expectance of the tedium waiting to asphyxiate every ounce of life in me. it's such a drag, but i guess you already know.
in a nutshell, my job is Mundane with a capital M - M for More-exciting-just-watching-grass-grow. instead of calling it a breeding ground or a stepping stone to greater heights, i'd much rather liken it to a barren wasteland, an infertile plot of desolation. the people there have the culture of robotic arms on a production line, and humour and laughter are as ubiquitous as shooting stars. the environment is sterile and inanimate. and i can't even begin to describe the overwhelming resentment during those ultra-long hours of unproductive overtime.
it might be that the status quo of the global market requires buckets of patience and knuckling-down in the short-term, but the mid- and long-term prospects aren't looking too bright either. the system is rigid, the workflow and processes are monotonous, and the testimonies of my senior colleagues share a commonality of discontentment about the scarcity of opportunities to learn, to improve, to upgrade, unanimously reciting the anti-thesis of career progression. doing what we do, there's simply neither job satisfaction nor sense of achievement.
inevitably, to make it worse, of course there will be gossip-mongers in the office, easily identifiable by the distinct silence that abruptly swallows their stream of whispers, murmurs, and tsk-tsk's whenever someone walks within earshot. of course, being the new guy, i get to experience the awkwardness of silencing these people, and it doesn't help much in terms of relationship-building when they have this habit of never looking away from their work during a conversation. i think it's disrespectful and annoying, especially when all they say is monosyllabic - it's either a "YA" or "NO" in a rude, impatient tone. it's having an erosive effect on my motivation to go to work, and recently, my punctuality, or should i say lack thereof, has been fueling the gossip-mongers' barrage on my threshold of tolerance. vicious cycle, yeah?
on my way home at the end of another fucked-up workday spent doing 3-4 hours of overtime, i look around and see other zombies like me - lifeless, depressed, and fucking tired from the day's battles. no wonder the entertainment business is so lucrative. it's no longer a luxury, it's a need to be entertained - to be able to chill out, to unwind, to discard the day's troubles, to empty all the trash in our recycle bins, to find a fountain of health to replenish vitality. recreation = re-creation.
i bitch and whine about my shitty job to everyone who cares to ask, but, putting things into perspective, although it's far from ideal, at least it puts bread on the table, and beer on the bar counter - and there's always the chance of finding a better job when the turmoil settles and the climate starts looking rosy again. i think i need to re-adopt the mind-over-matter mentality that was so jubilantly ditched on ORD day.
work-life balance - notice how work comes first in that phrase?
what do i think of my current job? not much at all, really.
i find myself waking up every morning to the intolerable drone of mediocrity, spending half the journey trying to figure out what to look forward to in the office and, upon revelation, the other half of the journey agonising in the expectance of the tedium waiting to asphyxiate every ounce of life in me. it's such a drag, but i guess you already know.
in a nutshell, my job is Mundane with a capital M - M for More-exciting-just-watching-grass-grow. instead of calling it a breeding ground or a stepping stone to greater heights, i'd much rather liken it to a barren wasteland, an infertile plot of desolation. the people there have the culture of robotic arms on a production line, and humour and laughter are as ubiquitous as shooting stars. the environment is sterile and inanimate. and i can't even begin to describe the overwhelming resentment during those ultra-long hours of unproductive overtime.
it might be that the status quo of the global market requires buckets of patience and knuckling-down in the short-term, but the mid- and long-term prospects aren't looking too bright either. the system is rigid, the workflow and processes are monotonous, and the testimonies of my senior colleagues share a commonality of discontentment about the scarcity of opportunities to learn, to improve, to upgrade, unanimously reciting the anti-thesis of career progression. doing what we do, there's simply neither job satisfaction nor sense of achievement.
inevitably, to make it worse, of course there will be gossip-mongers in the office, easily identifiable by the distinct silence that abruptly swallows their stream of whispers, murmurs, and tsk-tsk's whenever someone walks within earshot. of course, being the new guy, i get to experience the awkwardness of silencing these people, and it doesn't help much in terms of relationship-building when they have this habit of never looking away from their work during a conversation. i think it's disrespectful and annoying, especially when all they say is monosyllabic - it's either a "YA" or "NO" in a rude, impatient tone. it's having an erosive effect on my motivation to go to work, and recently, my punctuality, or should i say lack thereof, has been fueling the gossip-mongers' barrage on my threshold of tolerance. vicious cycle, yeah?
on my way home at the end of another fucked-up workday spent doing 3-4 hours of overtime, i look around and see other zombies like me - lifeless, depressed, and fucking tired from the day's battles. no wonder the entertainment business is so lucrative. it's no longer a luxury, it's a need to be entertained - to be able to chill out, to unwind, to discard the day's troubles, to empty all the trash in our recycle bins, to find a fountain of health to replenish vitality. recreation = re-creation.
i bitch and whine about my shitty job to everyone who cares to ask, but, putting things into perspective, although it's far from ideal, at least it puts bread on the table, and beer on the bar counter - and there's always the chance of finding a better job when the turmoil settles and the climate starts looking rosy again. i think i need to re-adopt the mind-over-matter mentality that was so jubilantly ditched on ORD day.
work-life balance - notice how work comes first in that phrase?
Monday, November 10, 2008
life's checklist
i stare into the looking glass of destiny,
and see what the future holds for me..
..before 25:
-pay off all debts
-cultivate healthy habits
-improve image
-build reputation in market
-asia-tour
..before 28:
-degree
-financial independence
-sports bike
..before 30:
-masters
-start own business
..before 35:
-rapid career ascent
-euro-tour
-first million dollars
-my own apartment
-sports car
..before 45:
-financial freedom
-early retirement
-private yacht
-globe-trotting
hell, it's not going to be easy,
but it can't be too hard, either.
you may say that i'm a dreamer,
but i'm not the only one..
and see what the future holds for me..
..before 25:
-pay off all debts
-cultivate healthy habits
-improve image
-build reputation in market
-asia-tour
..before 28:
-degree
-financial independence
-sports bike
..before 30:
-masters
-start own business
..before 35:
-rapid career ascent
-euro-tour
-first million dollars
-my own apartment
-sports car
..before 45:
-financial freedom
-early retirement
-private yacht
-globe-trotting
hell, it's not going to be easy,
but it can't be too hard, either.
you may say that i'm a dreamer,
but i'm not the only one..
Sunday, November 2, 2008
my working life
iworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrink. and work. and drink.
life sucks. what more can i say?
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrinkandworkanddrink
andworkanddrinkandworkanddrink. and work. and drink.
life sucks. what more can i say?
Monday, October 27, 2008
palmar hyperhidrosis
according to my self-diagnosis, aided by extensive online research, i have a hyperactive sympathetic nervous system! this explains why i tend to blush easily and, of course, the main pain-in-the-arse symptom - sweaty palms and feet. it's not only when i experience emotional stimuli, or warm weather conditions. to summarise, i would say that i leak like a faulty tap - perpetually. oh, how i dread handshakes.. (but hey, the only good coming out of this condition is that i have an extremely high libido. haha! that's the best excuse to be horny all the time!)
well, i'm not really keen on this, but the cure for it is by undergoing outpatient surgery called endoscopic thoracic sympathectomy, and the average success rate is 98%, with rare cases of a side effect called compensatory sweating, which means that since you don't allow your palms to sweat that much, the sweat will just come out more in other parts of the body - feet, face, groin, armpits, body, etc. apparently, i'd have a 2% chance of that experience.
during the surgery, they would cut 2 holes at either sides of my chest, stick fibre optic cameras in through my ribs, along with some surgical instruments, then clamp down on (reversible), or cut away (irreversible), some nerve chains. sounds like fun. and i'm already sweating.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperhidrosis
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympathetic_nervous_system
http://www.sweaty-palms.com/sweaty_palms.html
http://www.sweaty-palms.com/blushing.html
current mood:
well, i'm not really keen on this, but the cure for it is by undergoing outpatient surgery called endoscopic thoracic sympathectomy, and the average success rate is 98%, with rare cases of a side effect called compensatory sweating, which means that since you don't allow your palms to sweat that much, the sweat will just come out more in other parts of the body - feet, face, groin, armpits, body, etc. apparently, i'd have a 2% chance of that experience.
during the surgery, they would cut 2 holes at either sides of my chest, stick fibre optic cameras in through my ribs, along with some surgical instruments, then clamp down on (reversible), or cut away (irreversible), some nerve chains. sounds like fun. and i'm already sweating.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperhidrosis
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympathetic_nervous_system
http://www.sweaty-palms.com/sweaty_palms.html
http://www.sweaty-palms.com/blushing.html
current mood:
hall of frame
hey i received this sms from my cousin. everyone support if you can.
hey cousins! i'm doing a small sideline business with my friend selling movies, idols, sports and other posters. just setup our new website. feel free to view anytime and if you are interested in getting anything from there, just let me know. posters are all in a1 size, price lists are listed in the web. so please give me your support. thanks!
hall of frame url: http://www.hallofframe.blogspot.com
update: it didn't work out. my cousin took his money back after 2 months.
hey cousins! i'm doing a small sideline business with my friend selling movies, idols, sports and other posters. just setup our new website. feel free to view anytime and if you are interested in getting anything from there, just let me know. posters are all in a1 size, price lists are listed in the web. so please give me your support. thanks!
hall of frame url: http://www.hallofframe.blogspot.com
update: it didn't work out. my cousin took his money back after 2 months.
what a rough day
on my way down to boat quay last night, while waiting for the mrt, scenes of the conversation i had earlier with jl kept running and re-running through my mind. i was rudely distracted from my thoughts when i witnessed a fight between 6-7 indian teens and what looked like 3 thai/cambodian/nepalese men. one of the indians was accusing the other party of staring at him; a heated argument ensued, and following that was one flared-up indian boy throwing punches and kicks at the innocuous- and bewildered-looking thai/camb/nep. it subsequently went on to become quite a noisy and messy scene.
the audacity and senselessness of it actually made my blood boil, and i wanted very much to start slamming a few of the perpetrators against the wall/floor/___(enter very hard and damaging surface here) - instead i just walked away and avoided being a part of the pandemonium. it was slightly amusing that they obviously didn't understand each other's taunts and curses, and it was more than a little bemusing to have encountered such a sad case of immaturity on a national holiday eve, when everyone was supposed to be enjoying their evening out.
you would think it couldn't be more dramatic that this, but when the train arrived, they actually brought the battle into the train, pushing and tussling their way through the carriage doors, inexorably inconveniencing and intimidating the other passengers - it was really frustrating to watch. thankfully, there was an mrt staff nearby who heroically ventured over in urgent strides and single-handedly dismantled the childish skirmishes with quite some authority and professionalism. he deserved some applause from all of us commuters but, being singaporeans, naturally there was no public demonstration of appreciation. fucked up but true.
as it turned out, unfortunately, that wasn't to be the last piece of violence i had to endure before the end of the night. after managing to guzzle down half a bottle of martell neat and lose his sobrierity in 20mins, mr ahl, who had recently experienced a painful breakup, decidedly left vogue to do some pub-hopping. fast-forward to next scene: ahl was in a very bloody mess, a violent rage, and a vicious vice-grip from a visibly flustered rg at the foot of the stairs leading up to the pub. after almost half an hour of anxious persuasion and appeasing from the rest of us, he was finally convinced to be led upstairs to clean up his wounds, and afterwhich, to our great relief, plonked face-first onto the sofa and started snoring away. what a night he's had. hmm. what a night i've had.
the audacity and senselessness of it actually made my blood boil, and i wanted very much to start slamming a few of the perpetrators against the wall/floor/___(enter very hard and damaging surface here) - instead i just walked away and avoided being a part of the pandemonium. it was slightly amusing that they obviously didn't understand each other's taunts and curses, and it was more than a little bemusing to have encountered such a sad case of immaturity on a national holiday eve, when everyone was supposed to be enjoying their evening out.
you would think it couldn't be more dramatic that this, but when the train arrived, they actually brought the battle into the train, pushing and tussling their way through the carriage doors, inexorably inconveniencing and intimidating the other passengers - it was really frustrating to watch. thankfully, there was an mrt staff nearby who heroically ventured over in urgent strides and single-handedly dismantled the childish skirmishes with quite some authority and professionalism. he deserved some applause from all of us commuters but, being singaporeans, naturally there was no public demonstration of appreciation. fucked up but true.
as it turned out, unfortunately, that wasn't to be the last piece of violence i had to endure before the end of the night. after managing to guzzle down half a bottle of martell neat and lose his sobrierity in 20mins, mr ahl, who had recently experienced a painful breakup, decidedly left vogue to do some pub-hopping. fast-forward to next scene: ahl was in a very bloody mess, a violent rage, and a vicious vice-grip from a visibly flustered rg at the foot of the stairs leading up to the pub. after almost half an hour of anxious persuasion and appeasing from the rest of us, he was finally convinced to be led upstairs to clean up his wounds, and afterwhich, to our great relief, plonked face-first onto the sofa and started snoring away. what a night he's had. hmm. what a night i've had.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
ict recall
sgt desmond from camp vogue issued a recall order tonight. it seems we're going in for another round of ict - intensive consumption of toxins. i've been going down every night since thursday, and tonight will probably be the last time for a long while, but then again, this is the umpteenth time i've said that. last chance?
once i start working, i'll have to tighten the purse strings and set aside some emergency cash - emergency as in being late for work and having to take a cab down. don't smile. it happens to each and every one of us.
this evening, jl came over to return my belongings, and the entire situation was tense and awkward. i still have to retrieve my passport and atm card from her though, probably sometime next week. i hate the fact that i said those hurtful things to her, but i guess it's never easy cutting loose a long relationship. just let it go.
once i start working, i'll have to tighten the purse strings and set aside some emergency cash - emergency as in being late for work and having to take a cab down. don't smile. it happens to each and every one of us.
this evening, jl came over to return my belongings, and the entire situation was tense and awkward. i still have to retrieve my passport and atm card from her though, probably sometime next week. i hate the fact that i said those hurtful things to her, but i guess it's never easy cutting loose a long relationship. just let it go.
ecaps gnidnif
no, it's not german or dutch. it's just 'finding space' in reverse. clever? poetic? anyway, i just want to say that sometimes friends act as your mirrors, giving you a retrospective glimpse of your past, through the ways they choose to remember you, or how certain things are associated with you, according to them. it's quite a funny thing when you find out about the "keywords" that people identify and remember you with.
take, for example, jo, who saves my mobile number, in her beautiful iphone3g, under the name 'ah`space'. haha! my gosh, that was over a decade ago. i fondly remember chatting from dusk till dawn on irc in #youngndangerous (smile, png.. =), playing pool at monstercue, smoking in school uniform, loitering in shopping centres and game arcades, infatuations, etc - the recollection is making me cringe from the nostalgia of all the foolish things i did during that phase of my life. youth is my crime, and i'm guilty as charged. haha. the sweet thing is, i'll bet she's the only person in the world who remembers me that way. thank you.
take, for example, jo, who saves my mobile number, in her beautiful iphone3g, under the name 'ah`space'. haha! my gosh, that was over a decade ago. i fondly remember chatting from dusk till dawn on irc in #youngndangerous (smile, png.. =), playing pool at monstercue, smoking in school uniform, loitering in shopping centres and game arcades, infatuations, etc - the recollection is making me cringe from the nostalgia of all the foolish things i did during that phase of my life. youth is my crime, and i'm guilty as charged. haha. the sweet thing is, i'll bet she's the only person in the world who remembers me that way. thank you.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
coming soon..
update: thanks for the feedback. i get the message - none of you like it.
Friday, October 24, 2008
u-turn
you've taken a wrong turn and you're now on the wrong track, but you don't want to have to make a u-turn and admit that you made a mistake. you just want to keep going on and naively hope you'll eventually still get to your dream destination, cruising along with the error and trying to make the best out of a bad situation. along the way, you see a lot of unpleasant incidents that wear out your hopes and confidence, but you blindly persist and trust your flawed judgement, simply disregarding the clear and present reality and the increasing gravity of the situation that you're allowing to spiral out of control, until gradually and painfully, you no longer see the mirage of hope peering out over the horizon, and soon realise your fuel tank is empty and you have no choice but to step out of the vehicle and begin to retrace your steps back to where you came from. as you turn your weary body around to glance back, you see that the returning road is the same cruel, gruelling one that got you here in the first place. it won't be easy, but at least it's in the right direction.
can you say F-A-T-I-G-U-E?
yesterday was a real drainer. here's how it went, chronologically:
- woke up early to catch previous night's champions league highlights
- signed employment contract at centennial tower
- briefed by hr for 1 hour on staff benefits and company culture
- opened staff payroll account at raffles link
- listened to 1 hour preaching on investment plans
- met neo for 30min brunch at subway marina square
- took a 30min walk to raffles place
- underwent 3 hours of medical checkup
- travelled for 1 hour for copy of lost 'o' levels cert at buona vista
- hunted with jo for 5 hours for ig's birthday gift at amk hub
- returned home to wash up and unwind for 1 hour
- rushed down to join bk and png for drinks at boat quay
- finally arrived back home after 5 hours for overdue rest
while i was asleep, my mum tried to wake me up and ask if i wanted to join the family on a last-minute cruise-to-nowhere they were planning to attend tonight, and i simply rejected the idea in my semi-conscious stupor - in retrospect, maybe i should have taken some time to actually consider it. well, they've gone ahead with the plan, and now i'm left all alone at home for the rest of this long weekend, after which would be my first day at my first job. "congrats! you're a part of the rat race now!"
sigh. yawn. double-sigh. hmm? hey, look! at least they left me some bread talk buns! bread? talk? oh, maybe the hotdog buns will start chatting with me if i try hard enough to speak their language. or not. triple-yawn.
current mood:
- woke up early to catch previous night's champions league highlights
- signed employment contract at centennial tower
- briefed by hr for 1 hour on staff benefits and company culture
- opened staff payroll account at raffles link
- listened to 1 hour preaching on investment plans
- met neo for 30min brunch at subway marina square
- took a 30min walk to raffles place
- underwent 3 hours of medical checkup
- travelled for 1 hour for copy of lost 'o' levels cert at buona vista
- hunted with jo for 5 hours for ig's birthday gift at amk hub
- returned home to wash up and unwind for 1 hour
- rushed down to join bk and png for drinks at boat quay
- finally arrived back home after 5 hours for overdue rest
while i was asleep, my mum tried to wake me up and ask if i wanted to join the family on a last-minute cruise-to-nowhere they were planning to attend tonight, and i simply rejected the idea in my semi-conscious stupor - in retrospect, maybe i should have taken some time to actually consider it. well, they've gone ahead with the plan, and now i'm left all alone at home for the rest of this long weekend, after which would be my first day at my first job. "congrats! you're a part of the rat race now!"
sigh. yawn. double-sigh. hmm? hey, look! at least they left me some bread talk buns! bread? talk? oh, maybe the hotdog buns will start chatting with me if i try hard enough to speak their language. or not. triple-yawn.
current mood:
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
hangover
i woke up really late and missed my driving lesson. i'm also very badly hung over. on the up-side, citibank called to offer me a job, which i accepted without hesitation, and i should expect another call from them tomorrow with regards to the salary. at the moment, i'm not really too concerned with how much they're prepared to pay me, just feeling a tinge of glee and a truckload of relief. like my dad said, now's the time to "ride a cow to find a horse". i'll just have to ride this cow as far as it can bring me.
good luck to the reds, who entertain rivals celtic at the theatre of dreams later tonight. my prediction: 3:0 - and if i get it wrong, i'll just come back and alter this post. =)
update: haha! i didn't even need to cheat! it turned out exactly as i predicted, thanks to berbatov and rooney! glory, glory man united!
current mood:
good luck to the reds, who entertain rivals celtic at the theatre of dreams later tonight. my prediction: 3:0 - and if i get it wrong, i'll just come back and alter this post. =)
update: haha! i didn't even need to cheat! it turned out exactly as i predicted, thanks to berbatov and rooney! glory, glory man united!
current mood:
Monday, October 20, 2008
special car for the special one
during his time at chelsea, before being sacked unceremoniously for over-achieving, jose mourinho had tapped on roman abramovich's distinguished list of contacts in an attempt to source for a stylish sports car in which he could travel with his family.
in may this year, as a show of grace and no-hard-feelings, the russian billionaire duly obliged by gifting him this £2 million limited edition ferrari 612 scaglietti, inscribed with the famous words 'the special one'. it is the only four-seater car produced by the italian superbrand, and was initially priced at £250,000 during its launch, before news that there would only be 60 in the world leaked and resulted in the value of the car sky-rocketing - truly a special car for the special one.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
everyday sunday
good morning! i'm getting ready to go over to my granny's place to celebrate rny's birthday. wli and co bought him a ps3, and i'm quite eager to see the look on the science king's face when he unwraps his gift!
i didn't get much sleep last night, but i'm still in a good mood, because man utd won again! 4:0 over wba! back into the top four, and back on track to defend our crown! the best thing is, both roon and ron got on the scoresheet! i feel kind of sad for tevez - after all those point-saving/match-winning goals he got for us last season, he's now warming the bench and can't even get a proper contract sorted out. oh well. that's sacrificing for the greater good. and berbatov is starting to look like he might justify his mammoth price tag. he'd better do so!
the poly gang are meeting up for coffee at 4pm, then we're having pasta at creations for dinner. lt and jon will be arriving in the evening, after they knock off work, and i'm expecting jl to join us before 7pm. she went to a company chalet last night and only got home around 3am. the party animal must be so exhausted. i hope she won't feel touchy later on.
anyway, i'm off to amk in jeans and my new everlast canvas shoes!
current mood:
i didn't get much sleep last night, but i'm still in a good mood, because man utd won again! 4:0 over wba! back into the top four, and back on track to defend our crown! the best thing is, both roon and ron got on the scoresheet! i feel kind of sad for tevez - after all those point-saving/match-winning goals he got for us last season, he's now warming the bench and can't even get a proper contract sorted out. oh well. that's sacrificing for the greater good. and berbatov is starting to look like he might justify his mammoth price tag. he'd better do so!
the poly gang are meeting up for coffee at 4pm, then we're having pasta at creations for dinner. lt and jon will be arriving in the evening, after they knock off work, and i'm expecting jl to join us before 7pm. she went to a company chalet last night and only got home around 3am. the party animal must be so exhausted. i hope she won't feel touchy later on.
anyway, i'm off to amk in jeans and my new everlast canvas shoes!
current mood:
Saturday, October 18, 2008
all the world's a stage
a few days back (or was it just yesterday? i'm gradually losing concept of time), wli and i explored arab street on xy's recommendation. after miles of probing and buckets of perspiration, we finally managed to locate the lane lined with stores that purportedly had some nice and interesting clothes. to our dismay, xy didn't warn us that they catered mostly to females, so we left empty-handed and disappointed. jl would have loved to come here though. the stores look like her cup of tea, very similar to the boutiques at far east plaza that she'd always drag me into. (baby, i'm not complaining.. i just wish they'd have sofas for bored boyfriends.)
over coffee, wli and i concluded that character-driven movies are by far more engaging than plot-driven ones, and he also wishes to expand his list of good movies seen. i haven't actually caught too many films myself, but just to share, here are some of my favourites:
the exorcist
stephen king's it
meet joe black
lord of the rings series
rise of the footsoldier
goodfellas
pirates of the caribbean series
silence of the lambs
top gun
interview with the vampire
the langoliers
the green mile
se7en
forrest gump
pan's labyrinth
transformers
a few good men
wasabi
breakfast at tiffany's
stardust
the devil wears prada
giant
pretty woman
my best friend's wedding
serendipity
the devil's advocate
trainspotting
philadelphia
yamakasi
edward scissorhands
james bond series
a beautiful mind
big fish
taxi driver
rocky series
bonnie and clyde
sleepers
godfather series
i should also include my favourite stephen chow and chow yun-fatt films, the timeless classics that are hayao miyazaki animes, as well as the young and dangerous series, but there are just too many to name one by one.. anyhow, here's a list of movies i think i should catch:
the shawshank redemption
the bucket list
schindler's list
pulp fiction
fight club
citizen kane
saving private ryan
brokeback mountain
monster
sleepless in seattle
city of god
got any more to recommend?
over coffee, wli and i concluded that character-driven movies are by far more engaging than plot-driven ones, and he also wishes to expand his list of good movies seen. i haven't actually caught too many films myself, but just to share, here are some of my favourites:
the exorcist
stephen king's it
meet joe black
lord of the rings series
rise of the footsoldier
goodfellas
pirates of the caribbean series
silence of the lambs
top gun
interview with the vampire
the langoliers
the green mile
se7en
forrest gump
pan's labyrinth
transformers
a few good men
wasabi
breakfast at tiffany's
stardust
the devil wears prada
giant
pretty woman
my best friend's wedding
serendipity
the devil's advocate
trainspotting
philadelphia
yamakasi
edward scissorhands
james bond series
a beautiful mind
big fish
taxi driver
rocky series
bonnie and clyde
sleepers
godfather series
i should also include my favourite stephen chow and chow yun-fatt films, the timeless classics that are hayao miyazaki animes, as well as the young and dangerous series, but there are just too many to name one by one.. anyhow, here's a list of movies i think i should catch:
the bucket list
pulp fiction
citizen kane
monster
sleepless in seattle
got any more to recommend?
Friday, October 17, 2008
river island shorts
to my dear auntie pam, here's a big, public, sincere THANK YOU!
current mood:
roach wars
living on the first level, the one day i dread most is when the fumigation people come around and fog the refuse dumps. it triggers off this chaotic chain of events - the frenzied swarm of cockroaches squeeze their way into my house through every seam imaginable; we arm ourselves with brooms and slippers, ready to squash every creepy-crawly in sight; i get to use the water hose and be responsible for gunning down all the roaches scurrying along the walls and ceilings - and it's no fun at all.
before it happens, you think you're safe from the invasion with adequate preparations, but you end up staring aghast at the sight of those bloody insects squirming their way under the scotch tape, through the gaps of the window corners and under the front door.
initially, they just trickle in, a few at a time, but before you realise how they do it, they storm in by the dozens, wave after wave of glossy dark-brown aliens with hairy feet and probing antennaes. you wanna shout out "FUCK!" at the top of your voice, but on second thought, wisen up to the very real possibility of them free-falling from the ceiling and down into your throat. this bottled angst sparks a rage and the killing spree begins, marking the start of a very tense and jumpy afternoon.
by the time the squishing and splatting is done, the kitchen area looks like a ravaged war-zone - bottles, cans, plastic bags, all strewn around the nauseating mounds of mutilated, flattened bug remains - i won't even begin to describe the horrendous yellowish bug juice that's squirted onto the floor, and sometimes our toes, when the innards and brains pop out. ugh.. yucks.. the words "overkill" and "massacre" come to mind.
we're done with the cleaning up, and now i'm gonna take a long, hot shower to rid myself of the bloody goosebumps. i'm just blogging while puffing on a rewarding cigarette and waiting for the heater.
later tonight, we're off to COCA at TAKA for seafood steamboat buffet. hungry after digesting this post? bon appétit! =)
before it happens, you think you're safe from the invasion with adequate preparations, but you end up staring aghast at the sight of those bloody insects squirming their way under the scotch tape, through the gaps of the window corners and under the front door.
initially, they just trickle in, a few at a time, but before you realise how they do it, they storm in by the dozens, wave after wave of glossy dark-brown aliens with hairy feet and probing antennaes. you wanna shout out "FUCK!" at the top of your voice, but on second thought, wisen up to the very real possibility of them free-falling from the ceiling and down into your throat. this bottled angst sparks a rage and the killing spree begins, marking the start of a very tense and jumpy afternoon.
by the time the squishing and splatting is done, the kitchen area looks like a ravaged war-zone - bottles, cans, plastic bags, all strewn around the nauseating mounds of mutilated, flattened bug remains - i won't even begin to describe the horrendous yellowish bug juice that's squirted onto the floor, and sometimes our toes, when the innards and brains pop out. ugh.. yucks.. the words "overkill" and "massacre" come to mind.
we're done with the cleaning up, and now i'm gonna take a long, hot shower to rid myself of the bloody goosebumps. i'm just blogging while puffing on a rewarding cigarette and waiting for the heater.
later tonight, we're off to COCA at TAKA for seafood steamboat buffet. hungry after digesting this post? bon appétit! =)
Friday, October 10, 2008
weapons of choice
ever visualised verbal abuse as actual weapons instead of mere syllables?
here are examples of different forms of weapons that might be transformed from a person's spiteful remarks or vulgar insults, based on the way they wield their words.
me:
my style would probably be alluded to the rapier - a cold, relentless blade, deceptively hidden in its sheath, patiently awaiting the opportune moment to impale with one lethal thrust.
png:
png's form of verbal abuse would be likened to the formidable nanchaku - a pummel of blunt, disorienting attacks, often allied with confounding spins and twirls, and always aiming to deliver stunning and silencing strikes.
bk:
for him, the ideal weapon would be the whip - a tirade of stinging lashes intent on separating flesh from bone, seemingly looking to maim and torture, and a propensity to constrict with a deadly strangle to finish things off.
what is your weapon of choice?
here are examples of different forms of weapons that might be transformed from a person's spiteful remarks or vulgar insults, based on the way they wield their words.
me:
my style would probably be alluded to the rapier - a cold, relentless blade, deceptively hidden in its sheath, patiently awaiting the opportune moment to impale with one lethal thrust.
png:
png's form of verbal abuse would be likened to the formidable nanchaku - a pummel of blunt, disorienting attacks, often allied with confounding spins and twirls, and always aiming to deliver stunning and silencing strikes.
bk:
for him, the ideal weapon would be the whip - a tirade of stinging lashes intent on separating flesh from bone, seemingly looking to maim and torture, and a propensity to constrict with a deadly strangle to finish things off.
what is your weapon of choice?
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
my very own emoticons!
from left to right, we've got:
happy, smirk, surprise, hmm, fear, and sad!
you must think i'm fucking bored out of my mind.
you know, you are fucking right. spot-on.
anyway, i went for driving lessons at noon, then came back to jog. nothing heavy or intense, but i'm determined to get back into ideal shape, and i think i made a good start today. i have an urge to do a few more laps before turning in tonight, but i think i'll conserve my energy for tomorrow's session instead.
"damn mirror, you're not gonna scare me anymore!"
current mood:
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
reptile in motion
last night, my dinner had some disagreement with my stomach, so i went into the toilet looking to resolve that particularly discomforting conflict. while closing the toilet door, i startled a lizard/gecko/whatever-fuck-you-wanna-call-it. the bloody thing panicked and promptly zoomed up the toilet wall, but its escape was quite literally at break-neck speed, and when it hit the ceiling, it sort of bounced off and fell all the way back down to the floor, spiralling in a dramatic slow-motion fashion.
my natural reaction was to execute an evasive half-leap/half-sidestep as the rubbery, pale-green reptile barely missed me and landed in close proximity to my foot with a muted thud, before taking great effort to crawl anxiously along the floor towards the nearest wall. then it stopped short of the corner where floor meets wall, and just lay there motionless. after a long while, i began to think that it was probably dead from the fall, and just wanted to flush it out of sight so i could get on with my business, so i grabbed the shower hose and sprayed. after a few torrents, it abruptly awoke from its state of shock and escaped out the gap under the door at lightning pace.
the mood was, by now, a little awkward and surreal, so i settled my nerves with a cigarette while calm and order was gradually restored. the conditions finally became more conducive, i was relieved enough to relieve myself, and thus the motion was passed without further incident.
my natural reaction was to execute an evasive half-leap/half-sidestep as the rubbery, pale-green reptile barely missed me and landed in close proximity to my foot with a muted thud, before taking great effort to crawl anxiously along the floor towards the nearest wall. then it stopped short of the corner where floor meets wall, and just lay there motionless. after a long while, i began to think that it was probably dead from the fall, and just wanted to flush it out of sight so i could get on with my business, so i grabbed the shower hose and sprayed. after a few torrents, it abruptly awoke from its state of shock and escaped out the gap under the door at lightning pace.
the mood was, by now, a little awkward and surreal, so i settled my nerves with a cigarette while calm and order was gradually restored. the conditions finally became more conducive, i was relieved enough to relieve myself, and thus the motion was passed without further incident.
the assumption song
for all of you out there who have a habit of assuming things before they happen, this is gonna make you blush with embarrassment.
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/460854
(click 'watch this movie' then find the flash button that says 'fuck')
kudos to png for his amusing discovery, and cheers to sober october!
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/460854
(click 'watch this movie' then find the flash button that says 'fuck')
kudos to png for his amusing discovery, and cheers to sober october!
2nd citi interview
earlier this morning, i had to go for a redundant 2nd interview with citibank. apparently, the 1st interview i had with them was conducted by the number 2 in the department, and now the number 1 wanted to have a look at me for herself. so i got up early, squeezed with the other sardines commuting in the can, perspired profusely under the formal office wear, and arrived at the place 10mins early, all flush and flustered.
after a short conversation with the hr staff, she led me to the office where i met the head of the department that was looking to hiring me. the meeting with number 1 lasted barely 6mins, as she quickly went through the job scope and expectations of the post. the briefness of the whole encounter got me worried. i couldn't resist asking her, rather candidly, how likely i was to land the job, and she revealed that my chances were quite high, although she would have to review a few other candidates before she could reach her final decision. how political.
all in all, i thought it was a major waste of time and effort, having been disappointed by such a hopelessly short and inconclusive meeting. at the end of it, i was advised to wait for another 2 weeks, on top of the 4 weeks of edginess i had already gone through since the 1st interview. right now, i'm feeling rather discouraged by all the uncertainties presented before me, but what can i do? just wait and see lor.. =|
after a short conversation with the hr staff, she led me to the office where i met the head of the department that was looking to hiring me. the meeting with number 1 lasted barely 6mins, as she quickly went through the job scope and expectations of the post. the briefness of the whole encounter got me worried. i couldn't resist asking her, rather candidly, how likely i was to land the job, and she revealed that my chances were quite high, although she would have to review a few other candidates before she could reach her final decision. how political.
all in all, i thought it was a major waste of time and effort, having been disappointed by such a hopelessly short and inconclusive meeting. at the end of it, i was advised to wait for another 2 weeks, on top of the 4 weeks of edginess i had already gone through since the 1st interview. right now, i'm feeling rather discouraged by all the uncertainties presented before me, but what can i do? just wait and see lor.. =|
Monday, October 6, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
iphone 3g
well, the singtel plan expired months ago, and my w880i is turning faulty. it heats up really quickly after a few minutes on the line, and it can't read memory cards anymore, which takes the 'w' out of w880i, since the phone memory is insufficient for my music library, not to mention limited space for photos and videos. i thought i'd replace it with the iphone 3g for christmas.(dad santa, are you reading this?)
iphone 3g
pros:
exciting aesthetics
simplistic usability
crystal-clear voice calls
blistering connections
huge display screen
no calculator-like keyboard
competitive pricing
cons:
short battery life
no video calls
grainy camera quality
barely-audible speakers
incompatible with other brands
hmm.. is it really worth the hype?
iphone 3g
pros:
exciting aesthetics
simplistic usability
crystal-clear voice calls
blistering connections
huge display screen
no calculator-like keyboard
competitive pricing
cons:
short battery life
no video calls
grainy camera quality
barely-audible speakers
incompatible with other brands
hmm.. is it really worth the hype?
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