Birthday & Bowling...

Last Friday, my colleagues decided that it was only fitting to get the life and soul of the office(ie: ME) a birthday present in appreciation of the fun and laughter I bring to them.
They didn't explicitly mentioned these thoughts, but given my gut instincts, I shouldn't be far off the mark lah......

So this is what they bought for me:

What could it be?
What could be so cutesy that only a Hello Kitty wrapping paper is able to contain it?
Could it be.... a picture of me?
No, I figured. I have been called cute, but not that kind of cute.........
Then, it must be a..... soft toy?
Cannot be. I got Spence to keep me entertained in office liao...

Dammit.
I couldn't think of any other gifts.
Until... I caught a whiff of a familiar scent...

OMG!!! Is it really what I think it is?!?!?!??

Yes it was.
Durians.
Packed in a plastic container, sealed in a Ziploc bag, double wrapped with Hello Kitty wrapping paper.
Durians.
ZMG!!!

I was shocked, stunned but touched.
I could feel the tears welling up my eyes, almost ready to roll down my cheeks.
I sniffed hard, wondering why I almost cried.
And I realised it was the smell of the durians mixed with a liberal spray of Marks & Spencer over the package.
AH~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We managed to smuggle the durians back to office, polluting a few lifts in the process.
But that was inevitable. Life stinks. More so durians.

The eventual consumption of the durians was no less brutal, for in our haste to terminate the durians, we left a hint of the durian scent floating in the office, claiming some victims through collateral damage; the most serious being the victim puking out her lunch. (SORRY Nana!!!)

Two lessons I've learnt from this episode:
1. Never try to punk my colleagues. When I said I wanted to eat durian for my birthday(as a joke!), they really went to get it. I was punk'd!
2. Never, ever, ever attempt to keep durians in the office. Everyone will be able to smell it. Even if you keep it in a drawer, under layers of wrap. The smell WILL escape. Trust me.

On another note, here's what I did on Tuesday afternoon:

Preparing to go bowling!!!

Some of the guys. From the serious to the act-serious to the busy and the not-shy-but-try-to-act-shy-one. Go figure which is which and who is who.

Me and Da Jie.
Dunch be deceived by her sweet and innocent looks, she's the only other lady I know who can shut me up with a stare.
(for those who wants to know, the other one is Pei Pei aka Lady Boss)

Team Sure Strike One!
From left: Sebastian aka Godfather, Me, Elvin aka Esther.
Missing in the picture: Cecilia aka Da Jie. (you can find her in the previous photo!)

Sorry for not having more pictures for this bowling day event.
Reasons being:
1. I was too busy
2. I couldn't be bothered to take pictures when the games started.
& most importantly
3. The camera ran out of battery >.<

And there you have it!
Birthday and bowling.
Now.... if only I could get my hands on more pictures for the bowling day.....

I remember, I remember...

I remember that I can't remember some stuff in the time period after I got off the stage, knocked some drinks and eventually having a moment of lucidity at Berd's house.

But I remember the shock in the morning.

Suddenly, it didn't seem to matter much anymore.

To all those who dropped me a message: Thanks. Really apprecicate it.
To all those who made me drop dead: Thanks ah. I know who you guys are, your turn will come. (don't need birthday celebrations to get drunk one yah?)

Happy Birthday to me.
1 year older, and hopefully one year wiser.

PS: Should be posting another blog about some of the crazier things that happened but now is not the time, nor have I the mood.

Hard to say it, Time to say it. Goodbye, goodbye...

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

I'm still learning how to say goodbye.
Hard to say it, time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.

The last time I checked, it was 101 in the morning.
The goodbyes are still in my phone,
the send button eludes me somehow.

I'll send her my goodbyes.
Maybe later,
maybe never.

I drain the last of my whiskey...

最長的電影...

13th June 2008.
Friday the 13th.

Goodbye,
Goodbye.

I never did get to posting this up.
The one about the meeting up.

I confess.
I didn't know what to say.

I tried.
But words escape me.
Fleeing because they cannot admit it.
They refuse to admit it.
That it was the Last Goodbye.

最長的電影.

我们的开始, 是很长的电影.
I guess the movie has ended.
For 12 years.
For 12 fucking years.
Ever since I caught you in my arms 12 years ago, you've been on my mind, in my heart.
That was the start.
Now this is the end.

I used to believe in The One.
And I used to believe it was you.
You were the Special One.

I used to smile the happiest when I saw you.
I really did.
From the bottom of my heart.
Not anymore.

We were always 2 parallel lines.
I was just too blind to see it.
I just thought that if I tried hard enough,
I could make the parallel lines meet.
Maybe there were times when we crossed somehow, somewhere, sometime.
But I never took the chance, you never took my hints.

爱是不是不开口才珍贵.

I never told you how I really felt.
I never told you that you were the first girl I cried for.
I never told you that you were the only girl I would do silly things for.
I never told you I Loved You.
I never did tell you I really did.

Maybe it's fate.
Maybe we weren't meant to be together.
Maybe we were meant to meet, not fall in love.
Maybe we were meant to be good friends.
And remain as that.
Good Friends.

爱我别走.

I got your message on 25th March 2008.

The romantic me would have said that the world came crashing down on me.
The practical me said that ok, congrats.
I didn't say anything.
Because there was nothing left to be said.
The wall is up.
The wall that I know that no matter what I do, I can never cross.
The wall that says: STOP.

I wish you all the best.
I wish you all the happiness, that no matter what you do, where you are, you'll be happy.
I wish that in another lifetime, in another timeline,
I can call you mine.

But know this.
Know this.

That what I said still rings true.
That you'll always have a special place in my heart.
That if you ever, ever need my help, all you need to do is call.

The end.
The end of me.
The end of you.
I thank you.
For showing me what love is.
For showing me what it is like to love someone.
For teaching me what is unrequited love.
For bringing me happiness in the little things that you do.
For letting me know what and how it was like crying over someone else.
For bringing a smile to my face whenever I see you.
For bringing out the cynical side in me.
For loving you.
Thank You.

Goodbye, Goodbye.

The longest movie in my life has just ended.
That's all folks.

15 days later...

It was late in coming, but sometimes, things just happen.
So what happened to the I'll post once a week thingy?
When one doesn't have enough time to sleep everyday, it's quite hard to find time to blog.
Anyway, here's what happened in the 15 days since I've last posted...

Durian Eating Session on Friday the 13th.
Straight after our Training Day.
Song Bo?!!??!?

Some pictures of Hastuty's wedding last Saturday.
Thanks for the invite Hastut, it was quite a good meet up session with Weising and Kim(his Gal), not forgetting Weitian the Bull.
And of cos, the bride.
Congrats.

I didn't believe it, but my bro actually went to get a PS3.
With ROCK BAND!!!!
No wonder I do go home more often these days...

Happy Father's Day!
Brought Daddy for dinner at Prime Society.
I liked the food, bros liked the food, but apparently daddy wasn't that impressed. :(

Me and Berd having a totally sinful Fish Drowned in Oil.
Don't ask me the proper name for this dish.

Lunch this afternoon.
My colleagues like to term this: Heart Attack on the way...

The only thing in office that keeps me from going insane (or as some of my colleagues claim keeps me insane...) SPENCE!!!

It's like 3.07 in the morning, I came back from a good meet up session with Kev, Rah, Cubsy in Vivo, not forgetting a short talk-cock/smoking session with Mel and gang.
And I have to work tomorrow.

How you like me now......................

Quote of the day

This happened on my way back to the office.

We were in a colleague's car, stopping for security check.
The officer waved for my friend, S, to get down the car.
First thing that the officer said was:

"Sir, can I check your behind?"

I must say, it'll be pretty hard to say no at that point of time.

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On another note, I'm kinda excited about tomorrow.
Excited, with maybe a tinge of fear, regret and sadness.
But no worries.
All shall be revealed...

Operation MIA(Mok-In-APNN land)

Last week was draining.
Physically, Mentally, and Financially.

Remind me again why we decide to go Zouk on a Wednesday, when we have work on a Thursday, and a gourmet BBQ on Friday?
Oh yah, that was the plan for Operation MIA(Mok-In-APNN Land)

Our dear Regular Sw is flying off to the land of the curry-eaters for a good 6 months.
So how did we send him off?
With a BANG of course!!!

Well hello, hello!
I know sometimes, it looks as if drinks were Free. But I can assure you.
They're NOT.
Let's just say... we dig deep into our pockets sometimes.

Some of us mad clubbers at Zouk.
We have one man down.
Repeat.
We have one man down.

I present our newest invention: pucka-bag!!!
Cheap to buy, easy to use.
Just hook it over your ears, position the opening on the bag to the direction of the path of the intended projectile and voila!
You have a portable puke bag!

And we have the same man, same situation on Friday.
Gourment BBQ, but too bad, the lead was sloshed. Again.
Nvm Sw, wat 6 more months(or thereabouts) and we'll have another one for you when ya're back.
In the meantime, take care now, bye bye then.

PS: Will attempt to get more pics to show how kickass the BBQ was. Keyword: WILL.

Respect...

Respect: deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or something considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courtesy; acknowledgment: respect for a suspect's right to counsel; to show respect for the flag; respect for the elderly.

I sometimes wonder if its just me?
But the way I look at it, kids (by kids I mean those corporeal entities that possess a biological shell that seem to do every and any stupid things and is less than what... 16 years of age?) nowadays have no f**king respect.
Not all kids though, I know of a few who are well-behaved, polite, courteous blah blah blah.
They do exist, but you'll have a better chance of finding a certain Os*ma than bumping into one of this rare breed.

But why?
Why this ranting and raving about kids and the lack of respect?

Because they simply have none.
I see them everywhere.
I see them cursing and swearing in front of the uncles who I play soccer with.
I see them ordering the more senior players with the tone one can orders a dog around.
I see them shouting at their domestic helpers(ie: Maids) in public, sometimes their own parents.
I see them talking down to the salesperson, and if they're the salesperson, speaking down to the customers.
I see them everywhere.

What the f**k is wrong with them?
What are the parents teaching them nowadays?
That it is ok to not be respectful to those elder than you?
That it is perfectly alright to shout/talk down to someone else because they are of 'lower status'?
Where's the manners?
Where's the "Please" and the "Thank You"?
Replaced by the "fuck"s and the "KNN"s?
I shudder to think what my parents would have done to me should these words even so much of breath out of my lips.
And I believe most of us are brought up this way.
To greet our elders.
To not curse and swear in front of your elders.
To not act high and mighty.
To be respectful.

I'm kinda confused.
Either I'm always at the wrong place at the wrong time,
or I'm in a wrong era.
Remind me to make sure I discipline my kid.
If, I do have a kid that is...

Whirlwind...

I sometimes wonder if there's an inverse relation between the things I do and the things I blog about.
It somehow seems like the more things I do, the less I blog about.
Lack of time, maybe?

Seems like it was a rather busy May for me, at least till now.
Failed St James outing, failed Zouk outing, drinking(alone) at Clarke Quay, working OT till the lights went out, birthday celebrations, suppers, dinner with Horny, Man U winning the title, mahjong, Texas Hold'em, window shopping, Harold and Kumar, Dota, bringing work home, department soccer competition, grocery shopping, soccer training session, lazing at home.

Too much of a mouthful to blog about.
Maybe I should attempt to blog at least once every week?

We shall see.

Boiler with RECCOS...

The last time I checked, we just finished drinking at St James.
It was a Wednesday, then a Friday.
Wait. That was last week.

This, was what happened a few weeks ago...

Presenting... RECCOS @ Boiler!
In celebration of the April babies who were spawned of the same day: Beng, Xw and Jase.

The gals and the boys.
Smiling, laughing, having fun, getting drunk.
To be more precise, getting the birthday boys drunk.

The first man down.
Name: Teck Beng aka Beng
Drunken traits: Quiet(more quiet than usual), Immobile (developed a rather comfortable sitting stance). Always grinning. Visible loss of balance and gradual loss of control over limbs. Higher Propensity to vomit (now this I personally vouch for it. 3 puking sessions in less than 45 min!).
Next up, we have our 2nd winner!
Name: Xuanwei aka Vegan
Drunken traits: Propensity to point(middle finger usually) and stare at us, a session of loud curses and swearing followed by a mellow, quiet period. Still retained perfect control of limbs though mobility was greatly reduced. Puke was a strange translucent brown liquid devoid of sediments.

Our next winner didn't take too long to follow in the footsteps of the other birthday boys.
Name: Jason aka Jase
Drunken Traits: Projectile vomit covering a wide area of damage. Loud but repetitive comments. Secret practitioner of 'Drunken Fist'. Total loss of control over limbs.

This winner was not. I repeat. Was not part of the plan at all.
Though some of us might have the slight idea that he would, by some bizarre means/method, get himself sloshing drunk.
Name: Berd aka Anaconda
Drunken Traits: Total loss of control over the lower limbs(he will ALWAYS be crawling around I have no idea why). Total disregard for exposure of undergarments. High volume of vomit.

A rather apt picture of how the night went.
Some of us drunk, some half-drunk, and the unlucky ones were the sober ones who had to take care of the drunks.
I suddenly question the wisdom of not drinking... much that night.
Till the next birthday party then...

The Sky's the Limit...

Had a most interesting talk with Berd da Anaconda this evening.
The verdict was brutal. But honest.
My weaknesses, my flaws.
Exposed. Laid bare. Straight up.
This time, I had to plead guilty for all charges.

The questions flooded the emptiness in my car on the way back.
"Am I that lousy a player?"
"Do the rest of them expect a lower standard from me?"
"I'm in the team because I'm committed to come down for the matches, not because I can do something for the team?"
"Do I have any more room for improvements?"

I find myself unable to answer myself.
I thought that passion was enough.
I thought that hunger was enough.
I thought that effort was enough.
I thought that this pass was enough, that tackle was enough, the clearance, though fall short of the target, was enough.
I thought....

You think I thought who confirm?

"I'll learn."
I told Berd.
But I'll go one up.
Like I told you, I won't take this lying down.
I promise.
Not to anyone else but myself.
I will become a better player.

Like what the lot stated, if I want to do it, the Sky's the Limit.

Let's do it.

PS: Thanks Berd, for being so brutally honest. I did think alot about what you said on the way back...

The Fantastic 4...

Dinner tonight was something in the making.
Reasons being:

1. I missed home-cooked BLACK PEPPER CRABS by my mummy to see these guys.
2. We've been planning to meet for the longest time but just can't seem to find an auspicious date to accomodate all of us.
3. It's the first time all of us are meeting after we started working.

Without further ado, let me present to you.... the FANTASTIC 4!

From left:
Timmy aka Human Torch: He's always burning up ciggys. Nuff' said.
Hongyi aka The Thing: He's not orangey nor covered in stone skin but he does possess a natural resistance to technology. (not anymore though...)
Jem aka Mr Fantastic: Being a lawyer by occupation, he has the inherent ability to stretch loopholes in contracts/arguments/what-nots into unbelievable proportions.
Yz aka Mr Invisible: Disappears during class outings but turn up for dinner/kopi sessions when you least expect him to.

We had dinner at some quaint dim sum place in Chinatown, upon Wong's recommendation.
And here's some pictures I took while waiting for Jem...

Yz with his "I-think-the-guy-is-trying-to-lao-gan-me" look.

Wong with a "my-last-picture-wasn't-a-good-picture-so-I'll-pose-for-this-picture" look.

Did I mention that we started eating while 'waiting' for Jem?
(To be fair, he did call and tell us to go ahead. Plus we were all hungry.)

Here comes the man.
Who wasted no time in devouring what's available. In this case, I would venture a guess that it was fried carrot cake.
At this point of time, I would like to point out that I have absolutely no idea what the heck Yz was looking at.
The last piece of har gao perhaps?

f the night.
Was supposed to be more, but the hardworking waiter cleared the first round.
Plus we had no more space. (Dammit yz, you were right. We should've taken the LARGE table...)

It's good to finally meet up again, after such a long long time.
But it's funny ain't it?
The last time we 4 met up(if my memory serves me right), it was at the Starbucks, in Holland V.
Us in shorts, tshirts, some in jeans.
Fast forward. Stop. To now.
Shirt, pants, shoes.
The typical working attire.
We were young once(not to say we're terribly old now...), and we were carefree.
Work, more work, salary, bonus(or the lack of it), prospects, route of advancement, aims, goals, decisions to stay or to go.
We don't just gossip anymore, about the whowhatwhenwherehow.

Tick tick boom.
Time's up.
We Cinderellas have to make a move, the (self-imposed) curfew becokons, quick, we must go. Now!
Such is the harsh realities of the working life.

I wish I could ramble on.
But the hands of time have moved on, past the singular vertical line denoting 0030.

Bed-time.
Goodnight world. And till the 4 of us meet again...

Missing Muse...

The man picks up his pen,
and put it down again.
The man powers up his laptop,
but stares at the screen.

The man is me.
And I seem to have lost my muse.
I.
Just.
Cannot.
Think of how to write anymore.

Strangely enough, it was ever since that day.
That day when that happened.
I want to speak but I can't find the words.
Things pressing on my mind but the only escape is the alcohol and the smoke and the games and the books and the movies and the everything.
Everything except the solution to the problem.

And I have a feeling it might be: you.

Be kind. Rewind.

Of all people, I had to catch this show with Berd da Anaconda.
I realised the only thing to keep him quiet was a tub of popcorn.

Good show.
I recommend watching it. (though Berd claims its not funny and he doesn't understand it at all)
Me?
I think its a rather charming show. Well worth my time.
Since it's worth mine, I suppose the rest of you can go catch it too.

There's something I want to say.
Loads actually.
About the whys and the hows of watching this show.
But apparently, I'm unable to put it into words.
Seems to be happening to me quite recently.
I wonder why.

Maybe I know why, but its not the time nor the place to say it.
Till then, just a short post from me.

PS: Remember to catch this show.

Of candies, dinner and elephant...

Was out with Mr & Mrs Snake last night.
Supposed to be a simple affair, dinner and movie.
But I guess we can't spend an evening without doing something exciting, eh?

So here's what we, or more specifically, they did:

Some bleddy mad looking candy scooping jackpot machine.
All for the grand prize of...............

Dumbo the elephant.

Apparently, the aim of the game is:
1. decide when to scoop the sweets/tibits/what-nots
2. drop them into some pushing tray thingy,and prays hard that something will hit a li'l knob of a lever (actual term: CLICKER) the size of... my thumb.
3. Once the clicker is hit, the jackpot will be activated, where scores of 1, 2 or 3 are given. Then a meter will move according to the score.
4. Repeat steps 1 - 3.
5. When the meter hits A, B or C, something kickass happens. That you'll have to find out yourself.
6. When the meter hits JACKPOT, you get the prize.
PS: There is one short cut to hitting the jackpot. Pray damn hard then when the clicker activates the jackpot thingy, you score JP = hit the jackpot straight. Charge to the counter/nearest attendant and demand your prize. NOW.

And so, there we were, 3 smartly dressed adults behaving like li'l kids.
Or maybe that was just me?

Snake with an intense look of concentration plotting the next 'daring plan' with subtle touches of cunning thrown in for good measure.
And the result?
The less said about it the better.

PS: Me was alternating between trying to take pictures discreetly(cos Lady Boss claims that the management doesn't allow photo taking. She tried before) and understanding how the machine works.

Here's the 'prizes' for the whole of say... 45 minutes?
A plastic bag FULL of sweets and yes, Dumbo the stuffed elephant.

Lady Boss posing happily with her catch for the night.
Someone certain looked happy last night.

And the most kick-ass line(those kind of things say already people wanna kick your ass) uttered last night must be from Mr Snake:

Snake in cinema, with the bag of sweets nestling somewhere on his thighs but somewhat between the legs: "Hey Tim, later you take the sweets that time don't DIG TOO DEEP AH, later you grab some other THING instead."
I rest my case.

But I never knew such a machine could bring us so much joy.

Barter. Trade...

bar·ter:
–verb (used without object) 1. to trade by exchange of commodities rather than by the use of money.
–verb (used with object) 2. to exchange in trade, as one commodity for another; trade.

Was clearing up after dinner when I caught some snippets of the Channel 8 variety show "Barter Trade 2".
In a nutshell, the show is about people bringing things to exchange for whatever the show is offering, ie: tv, camera, computer etc etc.
But there's a catch.
Apparently, you must first go onstage to say what item you hope to get, why you want to get that particular item, and what is the history of the item you're trading. At the end of everything, the judges will decide the lucky ones to spin the wheel to see what they can get.
It goes something like that. If I'm not wrong.

Sounds like a good idea for a show?
I thought so too.
Until I heard what some of them had to say.
"Oh this one was the first present my wife gave to me..."
"I got this from my boyfriend, when we first got together..."

WHAT THE F**K?

Forgive me for being silly and naive but shouldn't things like these be kept like: forever and ever amen?
The sheer audacity of the situation hit me full in the face when some of them related stories like: "oh this item was part of the company Xmas presents exchange thingy, we traded gifts and that's how I got to know her, we started dating later blah blah blah..."
&
"my boyfriend scrimped and saved to buy this PDA for me, so now i want to give him something back, but I can't seem to save so I hope I can win something in this program..."

Oh. My. Friggin. Gawd.

Have these people no heart at all?
Do they even understand the meaning of sentimental value?
Have they become so pragmatic and practical that these items loses their emotional values?
Are they that DESPERATE?!?!?

I was at a loss for words.
These things, these items, these gifts.
They all mean something don't they?
For my case, I know mine did.
I know.
Cos I kept them, the items that mean something to me.
The notebook that you gave me, the baby bib you bought for me, the doggy keychain I got from you, the straw star you made for me, the cards that I received, the scrapbook of pictures that you took time to made.
I kept them all.
Yes, I did threw some of them away, only because looking at them reminded me of you(s).
But I will NEVER, EVER use them to TRADE for something else.

"Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange."
-- Alphonse Elric, "Fullmetal Alchemist"

Nothing can be of the equal value as those items.
They're something that's unique, each and every one of them.
They tell different stories, they invoke different feelings, and they are the locks, the locks that trap the times, the times that have long since past. Us.
By throwing them away, I'm throwing away parts of myself, and maybe li'l parts of you(s).
But by trading, I'm passing them to someone who has no rights or connections whatsoever.
And that, to me, is the greatest insult.

Maybe its just me.

The long, and the short...

Finally met up with Horny this evening.
Didn't manage to get the bugger for quite some time, and the last time I called, he was in Vietnam.
Viet-friggin'-nam?
I promptly hung up after telling him to call us when he's back.

So there we were.
At Wheelock place having Japanese food that was neither cheap nor filling.
Moved on to Long Bar.
Always like the place.
Maybe it's because I can shower the floor with peanut shells. Openly.
I'm such a sucker for stuff like that.

Horny suggested we bar hop, but me & Wee wee veto-ed it.
We were too broke, and too tired.
Coffee and Bedok 85 sounded just nice.
And before we knew it, it's almost 2, I just got home and because of the advance in technology, I can blog, and sh*t at the same time. :)

"With or without you" is still ringing in my head...

Hot off the Press!!!

Woo hoo!!!
The wait is over, and the next instalments of the RECCOS Chronicles are here!

Work. Life. Balance.

Work Life Balance.
The magical words that we all love to hear.
But know deep inside that that's a rather thin life between work and life.
If you hadn't notice by now, work seem to be stepping over and into life most of the time.
I for one never did get to enjoy life after work.

Let's do the maths.
You start your day at the grand time of say... 730(me for example), you brush, shower, shit, whatever.
You reach the office around say... 830.
Your engines start running after the morning coffee and ciggy so we put it as full steam ahead from 9 onwards.
Lunch break is a one hour affair from 1300 - 1400.
You come back to slave through the mundane hours of 1400 to 1800 (bless you who has no OT!)
That leaves you free from 1800 onwards.
But wait.
Let's say if you are conditioned to knock in a solid 7 hours of sleep, and given the fact that you need to wake u at 730, the absolute latest you need to touch down at home is probably... 2300?
Leaving 2300 - 1800 = 5 hours.
We are assuming that you don't drive, so travelling might shave an hour off the 5 hours, coupled with a stopover for dinner that will take the better part of an hour,
leaving you with a grand total of 3 hours.
So where's the work life balance?
I certainly cannot see what I can do in 3 hours that will counter the labor I put in for a good 7 - 8 hours of work in a day.

So, is it any wonder why I try to make the night last as long as possible?
I'm trying to achieve the balance, in my own little ways...

Crime, Punishment and Sorry, that's my Dinner you're looking at...

Seems like I'm rather preoccupied with crime these today.
Just finished watching "A Clockwork Orange" this evening after blitzing through "Minority Report" in the afternoon.
Somehow, the notions in these 2 mediums interest me.
Notion of "aversion therapy" and "Precrime" somewhat appeals to me.
Maybe it's my work, maybe I'm just bored.
But one thing is for sure, I shouldn't be preoccupied by such stuff in my free time...

On another note, I realized I'm pissed by a certian breed of people in the foodcourt.
You know, those bunch of bleedy stupid blighters who will, when your food is just served to you and you're busy picking out the chopsticks and spoons, comes real close to you, sniff at your food, and take a real long time to ogle at it.
Sorry but excuse me, that's my friggin' dinner you're staring at.
If you want to leer at some food, here's f**king $5, take it, buy some food, and leer all you want. If it pleases you, you could actually polish your brass monkey while you're at it.
I mean seriously, if you're curious as to what the food a certain stall is selling, all you have to do is look at the pictures they have on the stall.
If not, at the very least, you could steal a glance at what others are getting without intruding into their private space and mentally ravishing the food right in front of them.
Some people are just born stupid.
And I mean it. These are exactly those kind of people.
I tell you, if STUPIDITY was a crime, I'll probably pay to be in the police force...

Change the world....

"No matter how talented you are, 1 man cannot change the world."
-- L, "L: Change the World"

Maybe we're not that talented, maybe we'll never be.
But don't we change the world every day?
All the things that we do, all the things we say.
Your grand action of pulling someone out of the oncoming traffic might give him/her another stint on life in this world.
Your "I don't love you anymore" might send another world crashing down.
We all change the world everday, however big or small.
Change IS the only constant, isn't it?

Maybe I'm not that talented, maybe I'll never be.
But I want to change the world.
In my little ways, in any way I can.
For better or worse,
that's not for me to judge eh?

Find your way back home...

"The road to a friend's house is never long."
-- Danish Proverb

For the longest time ever, it didn't seem that long.
Figuratively and literally.
Not anymore.
The ones who were at the airport on Sunday morning.
From left: Elyne, Alvin(aka Rabbit), Philip, Kevin Wee


And here's Jamesy boi in the middle.

Just us guys.

Bon voyage Jamesy boi.
's gonna be rather quiet without you around here.

"We've done almost every shit possible together.", you told me that on Friday night.
Looking back, I think I have to agree...

From attempting to hump an inanimate cow on display to p**ing somewhere, everywhere.
This is rather the James I know.

From attempting to film "Mickey Mouse's Last Episode" to supper at Fong Seng, ending up with us in Vietnam("cesspool of filth, a cacophony of noise, a cluster of smoke and dust" - I like to call it).
These were the nonsense things we did.
And more.

So much we can say.
So much we did.
But let's not make it sound like you're never coming back (which I'm assuming you are, aren't you?).

So all I can say is:
Take care now, bye bye then.
Afterall, there's really nothing much we didn't say before...

I just had to put this picture because I didn't know what this expression mean.

TGIF...

Dinner anybody?
That was me. Last night.
The night before to be more exact.
Just the computer screen, the iPod, the water bottle and of course, the cup noodles. (the ciggys cannot be seen cos its somewhere behind me. I think..)
Did I had to stay so late?
Probably not if I didn't take so much time in the afternoon goofing around.
But then again, I just didn't feel comfortable if I don't finish my work.

Lucky I had this fella to accompany me.
I dub thee....erm.... Balls.
Fine I suck at coming up with names.
But to those who question the wisdom of having such a thing in the office, I say to you:
1. I need something to rest my legs on.
2. There's a street soccer court below the office building. I might, I just might, pop by there someday to play around.
3. I need something to distract me.
4. I need to train. And what better way to train then spend a few minutes everyday during lunch playing around the ball ala juggling, dribbling etc etc? Effort bor!!!

Here's a totally random picture.
My li'l niece Chloe.
She's like so~~~~~~~~~ cute!!!
(Berd stay away from her!)

A super random picture.
Furby!!!
Seriously I'm amazed by his sleeping posture.
But if he's comfortable, why not.

It's a friday night, just got home from some dinner, some drinking and staring at an emergency medical screening in less than 10 hours time.
TGIF though.
And tomorrow, and tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Isn't it?

So long, till the next year. Or the next week..

2nd day back to work and I'm dreading every moment of it.
The shit starts to fly in,
a seemingly endless stream of talks/meetings/discussions.
An afternoon wasted with some CNY celebration thingy that I was:
1. not interested in
2. no time to be interested in.

How I wish it was friday all over again.
At least we'll have an afternoon of Wii to look forward to,
though I might need to re-live the misery of having the supply of bak gua in my house being wiped out.
An evening where most, if not all, of us RECCOS guys were having our reunion dinner.
Like I said, it feels no different going to the Snake's lair for CNY, since we're there almost every week.
But then again, it just feels good to see all of us there.
With an expanding First Wives' Club. That's good.

The gambling with the shouting and cheering and antics and what-nots.
I look around and see the same familiar faces I've known for years.
Happy Chinese New Year guys.

Cheers to this year, see ye all.
Same time, same place.
Next year.
Or the next week, which is more likely.
Cheers.

Huppy huppy CNY, huat ah (I hope)!!!

Happy Chinese New Year to one and all yah.
Just the first day of CNY and I'm feeling friggin' SHAGGED.
Endless house visits, irritatin KIDS with boundless energy, neverending snacking... the list goes on.

Well, at least some traditions remain unchanged.
And well worth the deprived hours of sleep.
The annual CNY movie, the must-have supper/ talk cock session,
and this year,
a surprised visit to the LAN shop for a spot of gaming.
Thanks bitches.
And happy CNY to you guys again.

Now I wonder how the heck I'm going to wake up tomorrow.