Murder, I almost wrote...

I was this close to butchering my office desktop this afternoon. (for those who are interested to know why, can call me for the full story...)
But since I had no chopper/cleaver, plus I might actually get into trouble for the systematic disintegration of the computer, I had to suck it in.

That was only one flaw in this logic.
I couldn't get any work done = un-productive day today = busy busy tomorrow.
Sigh~~~

Suddenly its rather scary.
Scary that the recent posts are all about work.
And nothing else.
It's like everything is revolving around work these days.
Work related this, something to do with work that.
Yada yada yada...
I don't even blog about school that much, I think.

Maybe that's all about me nowadays eh?
Work work work.
Its getting to me in some way.
And I kinda detest it.
Recently it's been just work, then home, then rest, then work.
Repeat the cycle and it'll probably be easier to assassinate me than catch a flea with fits.
I need to get used to the lack of sleep, the long travelling hours, the monotony of the job.
Then, just then, I might be able to have a li'l more fun during the week.
For now, I just look forward to the weekends.....

Beware...

"Et tu, Bruté? — Then fall, Caesar!"

-- "Caesar, scene i ", William Shakespeare

Beware.

That was the warning one of the old birds had for me this afternoon.

"Be careful of him, he's not simple. He's ambitious".

Does it help that this guy is the same fat f*ck that I dislike immensely from the very first day?

Oh yeah...

The plot thickens...

Tick tock, watch the clock...

"The clock is the enemy.
The basic rule is this,
the more you look at the clock, the slower the time goes.
It'll uncover the hiding place of your mind and torture it every second.
This, is the basic art in dealing with the trade of your time."

-- Ben Willis, "Cashback"

I honestly didn't know time can move so slowly.
2nd day at work(or orientation to be more precise) and I'm starting to develop headaches.

Somehow, I kinda miss those days when I was in tshirt, shorts, running around in SAF shoes,
waist pouch bouncing up and down the hip, smelling a li'l better than a skunk with cologne.
Seems like the grass is always greener on the other side eh?

But on the bright side,
the journey's not as long as I expected,
the pay's somewhat decent(wait till I actually see it),
and best of all, my parents have stopped nagging.

I'm still trying to conform myself.
Another one bites the dust...

Taking out the trash, throwing away the memories...

Been taking out a lot of trash lately.
Cleaning up the house, clearing out my stuff.

So many little surprises.
Ticket stubs, a star made of straw, a keychain, a farecard with Neo Prints on it.
A knic here, a knack there.
I threw them all away.
I threw away the stubs that reminded me of some first dates, threw away the straw star that someone once gave me a long time ago while we were studying together, the keychain that was given by someone some time ago, the farecard with our Neo Prints from ages ago, gone.
Memories, some good, some bad.
Gone now.

It took me hours to clear out my stuff.
Not only because I was tempted to take a nap every now and then(I believe there are some sloths that stay awake for a longer period of time than me),
but because I was distracted.
Distracted by the memories associated with these objects.
Some made me smile,
some made me smile, albeit wryly.
Gone now.

It wasn't easy, but surprisingly, it wasn't that hard either.
Packed, tied and dumped.
Thanks for the memories.

Super Belated Xmas eve...

This is even more bizarre.
I decided to post something even though there were nothing really much that we did during Xmas eve.
Let's see what we did...
Eating Popeye Chicken at the airport.
Checked.

Driving down Orchard road to see the Xmas lights.
Checked.

Watching "I am Legend".
Checked.

Smoking, drinking and pee-ing at the void deck.
Checked.

Merry Xmas to us yeah?

The late late one, about the Hong Kong one...

Super late this post is.
Anyway just a short one about the trip to Hong Kong. (again, yes I know but at least this time we spend more time in Macau.)
Here goes...
1st day/night in Macau, visiting some of the hotels, taking random pictures.
Oh, the lady in the red jacket with me posing with the 'V' sign?
That's my mum.

2nd day was spent mostly in the Venetian, the largest OMFG hotel I've ever seen in my friggin' entire life. Apparently its even bigger that its Vegas counterpart.
Damn, some of them structures remind me of Europe...

Some vanity shots.
And yes, I am that unlucky to have missed the opening of the Man U megastore but a couple of months. Must be the shit luck I rubbed off a certain (Berd) Anaconda...

Some family pictures.
I can't see them very clearly myself too.

Is when we were in Hong Kong.
Walking around, eating around, and taking some pictures. Nuffin' much actually.
My favourite is the middle picture of the the 2 roasted heads. Pigeons actually.
Youngest bro and me were having a fun time arranging the heads to freak the second one.
Sissy him.

The last leg of the trip.
We were lucky to have been able to get hold of our favourite snack in Hong Kong.
Fishballs!!!

I totally rock in this picture.
I swear my dad was actually laughing when he took this for me.

Me attempting to kick Bruce Lee's bronze arse.
I got my mummy to help me take this one, if not my dad might collapse from laughing too much.
And yes, she was laughing quite hard too.

There you have it.
The short, but late late post about the Hong Kong one...

Happy New Year...

Happy New Year to all.
Oh, I forgot about Xmas.
Been sometime since I've last blogged, about Hong Kong, about Xmas eve, about NYE.

Will attempt to post them up asap.
But in the meantime,
Happy New Year.

Leaving again, on a jet plane...

Leaving for HK this time.
Short trip, will be back just in time for Xmas eve.
Don't miss me.

Goodbye, goodbye.
The goodbyes remained unsaid.

The road, the drive, and the music...

Vroom.
Vroom.
Vroom.
Counted 3, no wait, vroom again, 4 cars speeding past me.
Driving back again, alone again.
Alone in the midst of all these traffic?
Ironic.

Gotten used to it?
I suppose.
Though I did mention in passing to Jamesy that sometimes it feels good to have to rush home when you know someone's waiting for you.
But that was a long, long time ago.
Kinda enjoyed these rides sometimes.
Plus I'm never 'alone' in the car.
Sometimes there's Jay, sometimes there's Gary.
When I need some cheering up, there's always Jolin or Stefanie.
Oh, The Frays, Melee and the Artic Monkeys dropped by too.
Timbaland and Timberlake, they always help to keep me stay awake.
See, I'm not as lonely as you think.
Plus there'll always be times, be some roads, that triggers off an avalanche of memories.
Roads somewhere along KJE, along the CTE, and along this narrow 2 way road with a parked Beetle by the side.
It'll be quite hard for me to fall asleep in any case.
Not even when I'm home.
Like now.

The Sunday ago...

The weather was so different then.
Last sunday was sunny, unlike yesterday, today and the day before.
So what was I doing last sunday?
This:I was at the 'Greatest Race on Earth'.
As a spectator though, I'm not that healthy/committed/insane.

So what was I doing there?
To give moral support to these shagged runners:

Xw da Veggie Monster, who was so shagged he didn't care about sitting next to a rubbish bag.

Yz da Snake, with his so, so shagged face.
PS: Lady Boss you not included cos you didn't look shagged at all, plus this picture all Yz's fault. He blocked you.

Berd da Anaconda, who was so shagged he kept looking at the grass and grinning to himself. For no reason.

Some highlights of the day:

They who finished the race, but was bound here by honour to wait for the last man racing, Berd.
And yes Yz, the way you holding the balloon thingy quite the erm, suggestive.

And there he is, finally.
How can you miss someone whose attire is like that?!?!
No worries, he did wore a pair of shorts, just that it was too short.

That was roughly the time Berd took to finish the whole damn thing.
Around 8 hours on the clock.

1 happy gal, 3 very shagged guys.

A better picture this time.

Damn, makes me wanna go run a marathon next year.
Should I?

Wildfire...

Some things just become uncontrollable,
like fire.
I wasn't the firestarter,
but I provided the fuel.
So I'm not entirely blameless afterall.
But thanks bitch, for the warning on the extent of the damage,
my projections didn't extend to this level.
My bad.
Guess the next course of action pretty clear.
Stop. All actions.
Let the fire die out.
End game.

No. 2071...

No. 2071.
Silence.
Silence means consent.
You're guilty.
Next.

Can't believe I have to go through so much fucking shit just for something so minor.
Murder? Tick No.
Robbery? Tick No.
Rape? Tick No.
Drugs smuggling? Tick No.
Illegal gambling? Tick No.
Theft? Tick No.
Failure to dispose an item smaller than a pencil? Yup. You got me there.
A butt. A friggin' cigarette butt.
For those who want to say, I told you so, yes, you did tell me so.
But is it such a major crime?
To warrant such drastic actions?
I say no.
What say you?

3 goals, 2 assists and 1 sore back...

It's getting harder to play soccer nowadays.
Not because there isn't a chance too,
but because my body isn't the way it used to be.
Sigh.
3 goals, 2 assists.
And for all of these?
A friggin' sore back, a bad knee, and an ankle that clicks sporadically.
I almost laughed at myself last night(if not for the pain),
when I was slapping Salonpas plaster to my back.
Oh how times have changed.
8, 9 years ago, we could've played soccer for hours, and the only complaint we have would probably be the sunset being too early.
We were full of boundless energy, we were hyper, we were invincible, I felt invincible.
Now, a 3 hour game can kill us, or if the weather conditions were fine, probably just drain every last drop of energy in us.

I look at some of us, bad knees, busted ankles, problematic backs.
The knee guards, the ankle guards, the this and the that.
And wonder, how long can we keep this up?
How long before the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak?

I just pray that it will not be anytime soon.

Same shit, different day. Very different day...

Same shit, different day.
Guess I'm still back to doing what I do best(currently) for $$.
The production line.
I need a job.
Pronto...

Us and the Reel Show...

Managed to catch Lars and the Real Girl last night with Jamesy boy.
I must confessed, I was squirming in my seat.
Disturbing(to me at least), but a brillant show.

There's so much to think about,
yet I moan the inability of myself to put them into words.
Maybe next time.

Catch the show if you can.
It's worth it.

Late late post. 'bout Halloween. And Zouk...

Once again, I took my time to post this one up.
But what the heck, better late than never eh?
Anyway, I present to you: Halloween @ Zouk!!!

Introducing the brave few who were there:

From left: Sw(the pope), Pegs(the half man/woman), Jase(Uncle Sam), Huiwen(China doll), Me(Mermaid), Xw(Madonna wannabe).
PS: Berd missing from this picture cos he didn't wanna go in at first = never change into costume.

And now, the horrors begin...
Mermaid and Jack Sparrow.
Both creatures of the sea.

Berd(Belly dancer, though his own theme was: I'm your Fat Wife) and me.
Absolutely shocking,

The mermaid with some serious hair issue.

Pegs cannot make up her mind to shoot or kiss me.
Jase grinning at the back(dun think we never see you ah!!!)

Pwetty Huiwen and moi(sorry my ciggys peeking out of the bra thingy)

Us with some random people.

The pope with the slut(xw), the bitch(me) and the whore(berd).

Jase, me, Sw and Xw.
Yes, Xw that bugger even got boots to go along.

Sw the Pope surrounded by a botak bitch(me) and a shameless slut(xw).

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest among them all?

We might got shot for taking this shot.

The saint in.. I mean AND the sinner.

That was it for us at around 1 am.
Too packed with people, too hungry and too hot(for some of us in, my erm, chest area was kinda sweating profusely...)

And that's it.

Halloween 2007 @ Zouk.

Wonder what we'll be dressing up as next year...

Mud...

It's a sucky feeling.
To be wrecked by a sudden, acute pain that renders one immobile,
while clearly aware of the fact that one's face is in the mud.
That's why I hate playing soccer on a muddy field.

Right. Wrong...

The only right thing in this wrong day,
was you.

Of drinking, dancing and d*ckheads...

Thursday
Dragonfly. Drink. Lots. Had the most tak-glam task of carrying someone back home. And the someone is not a gal. Damn.

Saturday
Went to MOS, then Zouk. Still cannot understand nor dance to the music at Zouk on weekends. Camped at Phuture till the lights came on. Supper-ed till the wee hours of the morning.

Sunday
Played soccer with the worst bunch of dicks I've ever met. Xw da veggie monster got scythed down by a fat piece of lard = red card = dickheads got pissed = almost 'mass orgy' = match cancelled. Confessed that I lost my cool and almost sank to their level. 'Good career'. Surprise of the day: Yz ala Snake was one of the peacemaker = Pigs were flying. Dinner then mahjong(again!)

Monday
Just woke up, checked my mail and decided to blog this.

Life's little surprises...

On some days, I really do welcome life's little surprises.
But not too much of them please,
I might not be able to take it...

白色风车

白色风车

白色的风筝
安静的纯真
真实的感觉
梦境般遥远
甜甜的海水
复杂的眼泪
看你傻笑着
握住我的手
梦希望没有尽头
我们走到这就好
因为我不想太快走完这幸福
很可惜没有祝福
但爱你并不孤独
不会再让你哭
我陪你走到最后
能不能不要回头
你紧紧地抱住我
说你不需要承诺
你说我若一个人会比较自由
我不懂你说什么
反正不会松手
我陪你走到最后
能不能别想太多
会不会手牵着手
晚一点再到尽头
你说不该再相见只为了瞬间
谢谢你让我听见
因为我在等待永远

-- 周杰伦

My current favourite song...

Signed, Sealed and Delivered. Now for the wait...

The decision has been made.
The deed is finally done.
And the plan is starting to move along, thanks to Kev who helped 'grease' the wheel.
Now we'll just have to wait.
To see where I'll be heading to...

PS: But in the meantime, I'm still kinda broke and jobless. Sigh~~~~

Knock, knock...

One opens up a possibility of moving up.
The catch: Money no enough.
The other opens up to reveal a stash of gold for the taking. Not too much but definitely not little.
The catch: It's not really my cup of tea.

Thought hard about, still thinking hard about it.
And waiting for another door to appear...

Ta-dah!!!

For those whom I have not seen, not able to see, no chance to see....
here's what happening.
I had a haircut.

Shiok~~~~~