The Singing Donkey

2009-10-26T20:15:00.001+08:00

I want that koala

I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala I want that koala

The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued The koala is discontinued

I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad I am sad

2009-09-10T11:56:00.001+08:00

兜兜转转赫然发现原来走了那么多冤枉路。幸运的话还给你个瑜亮情节，衰的话你怎么死都不知道。原深信感觉不会错，到头来却被泼了一大桶冷水。或许我真的看错了 - 人到了某个阶段（注意：不是某个年龄哦）真的简单几样东西、几个人，就足够了。但现在悟到还不算迟吧。

2009-09-03T23:10:00.000+08:00

If work and friends suffice in keeping you occupied 24hrs, why do you even bother with "girlfriend" especially when you don't even get to enjoy the benefits of having one? There's always the hooker right?

2009-09-01T22:28:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I look back and wonder, exactly how many things I'd done were wrong?

Starry Starry Night

2009-08-30T01:45:00.003+08:00

Starry Starry Night

Today, I found out that the title of one of my all-time favourite classics (woah semantics) is actually not called "Starry Starry Night". MLIA.

Title is, well, go figure.

What? I also used to think That Beyonce's Song was called "To The Left" lor. Don't get these people. If that's not the title then stop repeating it so many times lah! Be like hei yan dou dou and just sing it like it is eg Po-po-po-po-kah face!

***

Today my ah yeh recited 朱子's 黎明即起洒扫庭除 blahblahblahblah in Cantonese so quickly, Emin*m and Ush*r would call him see foo lor.

Nappshot!

***

Isn't it ironic how they always say blood is thicker than water, yet your closest blood relations (to this I mean extended family - not your immediate nucleus) are the ones to know you the least?

Do you realise that at weddings, usually the loudest, longest, most honest and sincere yam sengs are definitely from the buddies' tables?

Yet, there is this syndrome that most adults usually suffer from, called the 自以为是-itis. They think they know you best because they "watched you grow up", and as time passes, formed all sorts of opinions about you and seemingly have every right to stand by those judgements.

I hate every bit of that.

Deep down, I know I am moving along the road of I-Don't-Give-A-Shit-Anymore. Perhaps I only have myself to blame, because from Day One, I have never stopped myself from putting up that facade. Perhaps that is also me and not a facade, but I am twentyfuckingfive for crying out loud. It is frustrating me so so much. Very exasperating.

Really think you know me?

You cannot be more wrong.

A Long One

2009-08-24T01:16:00.002+08:00

A Long One

Finally, Blogger cleaned up its act. Sincere thanks. Have had tons to blog about, but the screwed up pages got me irrationally worked up (the perfectionist in me coming out to play) and I stopped typing halfway each time.

Then again, the Ah Q in me feel that this coincidence (of Blogger being down) did happen at a rather appropriate time; I might have gone on irreparable tirades out of spite. Not that anything is near reparable now, anyway. Ah, that spite.

Perhaps it's also about time I talked about the London trip. I apologise to those of you who asked me what actually was my course about. My half-hearted replies were, to say the least, rather insincere and patronising, but there were things weighing my mind (and heart - oh the mush) and I honestly wasn't in the best of moods then.

I was pretty reluctant about the London trip when I knew of it.

The mere idea of (at least) 30 hours of travelling (SG - London; London-Paris; Paris - SG) racked waves of mental nausea.
The day-night/night-day jetlag.
The 8.30am - 6pm intensive 3-day training in heavy British accent, no less.
Travelling with my dad.

Don't get me wrong. I love my dad but us travelling alone is the biggest - and quickest - catalyst to sudden big quarrels. Another story for another day.

To add on to things, a few major issues surfaced, and a melting pot of feelings and thoughts began boiling away.

On hindsight, I am thankful this trip happened. All the travelling time gave me ample opportunities to think and realise. Self-realisation (some call it 'enlightenment') seems blandly simple, especially when it comes like a Eureka moment, but it's powerful.

The (psychology) course definitely taught me so much more, and in a way, it was easier to absorb the technical stuff because everything aptly related back to what I was then feeling and experiencing. Surprisingly, the stuff I learned made me realise that I was capable of delving deeper into each issue, when all along I thought I had seen deep enough. I don't know how to say this without turning all Zen, but it's really like ploughing through the difficult entanglements, only to realise that at the end, everything is very simple actually.

The course.

I went on the "Glowinkowski Predisposition Indicator" (GPI) accreditation workshop. If you wish, you can read more about it here. Mouse over the framework (diagram) and get various definitions.

Essentially, the good people at Glowinkowski International have done extensive research for many many years, and concluded that every single person have his own unique predisposition, and predispositions never change. It is not unlike the Chinese saying “三岁定八十” (loosely translated: your personality will be formed by 3 yrs old and it will not change even if you are 80 yrs old).

Predisposition is our deep-rooted personality - the way or manner we prefer to behave in, without being influenced by any surrounding factors such as the environment, decorum or protocol.

Typically, we form our opinions based on what we see, but most times, what we see are the behaviours that people display; these behaviours are not always accurately reflective of a person's predisposition.

Let's say Muthu is a successful banker who works at Raffles Place and is always immaculately dressed in his expensive suits. He speaks perfect English and is a stern but respectable man, and his staff are always praising him for his professionalism and admirable work attitude.

One Saturday, his staff was at a kopitiam tapao-ing supper and heard a loud ruckus at the corner table, where a group of singlet-clad men were guffawing loudly and drinking beer with feet propped up on plastic chairs. She shockingly realised that Muthu was one of them.

This is of course not a very good example (because it is 2.15am), but it's just to say how predisposition is "who you really are", while behaviours simply indicate "what you can be". The former influences behaviour, but behaviour does not necessarily tell a person's predisposition.

Naturally, it is impossible to fully describe what is it really all about here, and I don't even know how many of you sustained till now. Yay if you're still reading this.

So now that I'm an accredited practitioner of the GPI framework, I will be able to analyse and assess a person's predisposition and provide him with all the feedback that will help him understand who he really is. Many organisations (team-building) and individuals have used this framework to help them move ahead with a clearer picture of who they really are, and who they are working with.

I'm really quite excited about this... and although the good people at GI pooh-poohed at the accuracy (or existence) of 'horoscope', my GPI results have utterly, totally, cektaoly proven that I am a true-blue Gemini. Imagine my delight when proven right after all these years. It's like I've always been reading all these stuff but always cynical because ultimately it's internet stuff, and now I have this scientifically-proven piece of unbiased feedback that ascertains what I've always wondered about.

Heh heh. Quite shiok.

So if anyone is interested to do this lemme know lor. If you don't want me to be the feedback-er because it's gonna be awkward, my dad can always do for you. WAHAHA.

Anyways.

Yeah so I was saying how I saw so much more during this trip, and I think I grew up quite a bit. I lost quite a bit, but I too gained quite a bit. People come, people go. Some of them you let them, some of them you are left with no choice. Ball's in your court, ball's not.

In a way, the world is never fair. Good people might not always get happily-ever-afters. But if you allowed yourself to be half cup full, the world will be fair. You get some, you lose some. You might lose some, but you will definitely get back some.

If you insistently put all your energy and attention on preventing losing certain things in life, you might only end up never noticing the other things that you have been gaining.

Life is actually very simple. More often than not, it's just the people living it who complicate everything.

2009-07-27T16:21:00.002+08:00

To paraphrase in a nutshell...

Ashy Tong says that men should buy branded bags for girlfriends (or wife-to-be, in his case).

Yay for reasonable people!

In other news, I found the P-E-R-F-E-C-T dress to Ashy Tong's wedding, but I am damn sian that I cannot zip at the chest area. Sibeh sian. I swear I will lose weight and go back by end Aug (that's when my 4 x $10 vouchers expire) to get the dress.

Even if it's back to Re-til.

*determined*

Broke the news

2009-07-20T09:12:00.002+08:00

Broke the news

Last night I told my family about me going over to Sydney next year for a couple of years.

蝉翼

2009-07-14T16:14:00.001+08:00

蝉翼

凡是不要太在意。

问心无愧就好。

Hmmmsie

2009-07-12T22:21:00.002+08:00

Hmmmsie

Mushy entry ahead.

Been reading a few Kinsella books. Got them at a big discount from Carrefour. (On this note, I am trying to locate the elusive original copy of Shopaholic. Apparently current island-wide copies are with Isla Fisher on the cover, and it offensively clashes with the rest of the Shopaholic series I recently acquired.)

Anyway. To go abruptly into the point.

All these years, each time I read a romance novel (I don't intentionally buy.. sometimes people give recycled presents mah) or a romcom chicklit (these I buy and collect), I will conjure images in my head while the book goes along. A big part of this conjuring of course involves how the main guy lead looks like, and me and him doing all those fuzzy things in the book like strolling hand in hand down a flea market in cool London summer while he buys me all sorts of expensive bags while sipping champagne etc.

The appearance and image of my McDreamy doesn't skew too much over the years.. though almost always certain small features change, but more or less it's the same. Even when I was attached those couple of times, this McDreamy is always this "same person" in my imagination; never the ATM bfs.

And then I got with K. From then on, each time my mind conjures something while reading a romcom, well, it's been K's face since.

Dunno if it'll jinx anything by saying this out, but I am kinda convinced that this "replacement" probably says something.

Kinda fuzzy, if it really works out, that is.

I'll be my own romcom lead.

很累

2009-07-06T23:42:00.001+08:00

很累

突然又说不能来了。

这样忽上忽下的心情很累人。

有希望来干屁？

希望越大，失望越大。

这句话比珍珠还真。

我已经没有钱飞了。

不能来也就算了。

Heetheheehaw

2009-07-03T07:38:00.003+08:00

Heetheheehaw

Bu zhi bu jue it is already Friday.. which means I'll be home in twoooo days.

Past few days routine didn't deviate much from this:

Wake up at 7.30am when his alarm goes off, drift back to sleep while he washes up, mong mong long long when he comes back into the room and potters about, pop a kiss on whichever visible spot on my face (cold so hide in quilt mah) and goes off to work, drift back to sleep, wake up at around 10am, switch on computer, load Shuang Zi Xing on Tudou, wash up, come back watch loaded video, finish watching then Twitter and FB and Gmail and work emails, go Bondi/Myer/city to shop or meet friends for lunch, shop somemore till he finishes work, have dinner in the city, come back, wash up, sleep.

Cooked only once (absolutely no fault of K's but his housemate is seriously, seriously, seriously not very gan jing - once again, I am very very messy but I am never, ever bu gan jing) because while cooking I had to kill FOUR BABY ROACHES and I feel like throwing up while typing that word. Disgusting muthafuckers. I refuse to cook again. He's slated to move out a week after I leave, and I have already told Monkey that my present for him this Xmas is to hire those professional cleaners and they are so gonna come and steam everydamnthing in the apartment and I will PAY for it.

I am very upset that my poor baby has had to live with him for the past year. Poor dude washes the toilet everyfuckingtime. I daresay in the past year, the housemate never ever washed the toilet. Not a single time. And if poor Monkey was busy with work and honestly has no time to wash for a month (studying for CFA kelian), HE ALSO LEAVES THE TOILET LIKE THAT LOR. My kelian Mobkey has to wash it cos he cannot stand the toilet dirty also. Shall not even kill you with the whole spaghetti sauce story again.

Actually the rental lease for the apartment is up.. but the whole thing is very chicken and egg cos it makes no sense for him to move into a nicer apartment cos it will cost more and I still cannot come over. I honestly don't mind this apartment although it's old.. cos the apartment is really not bad and the location is damn strategic. I am willing to compromise the "nicety" of the apt for the location lor. But still.. until that dude leaves and I steam the apartment, I really cannot =(

But Monkey has promised me that once I'm ready to come over "for good" (a couple of years or so), we'd get a nicer apartment. I've always bugged him to get an apartment that can *teeet* one.. ie use keycards to beep come in lah which means it's new apartment. Now we're still using old-fashion gigantic key to open the security door.

I think I will make a very very good homemaker because I need everything to be the way I like it, so even if you throw clothes around I will probably nag die you but still pack it up and away from public sight. But how come my room always so messy ah?

Changing the topic abruptly, you know how people like Lala literally zou zai chao liu de jian duan? I think I am so fashion-retarded, I trail so far behind I cannot even smell the PI of current fads. Dunno leh. Whenever there is something oh-so-fashionable at that point, I auto shut down/off because I don't want to wear what everyone is wearing at that moment. Even if I end up buying it it's because I walked past and like it so bought it.. not that much of intentionally getting something cos it's hot ATM. Somemore I not sensitive like Lala who sniffs out all the upcoming fads and launch into it before the rest of the world does. So I wait till the craze is over before I start to fall in like with it lor. But by then the fad is over anyway.

Anyway what I'm saying is, I just bought a pair of Oxford-esque inspired boots and I really like it! Heh heh.

纳闷

2009-06-23T10:31:00.003+08:00

纳闷

Since when has "selfish" become a sought-after trait?

Quincy might be gay

2009-06-16T18:43:00.002+08:00

Quincy might be gay

I was ranting how I am so so so in love with Liu Liyang, and I wailed that I wanted to be with her.

Quincy 冲口而出: "I want K."

And sniggered to himself.

You crack me uppp~

2009-06-15T20:37:00.002+08:00

You crack me uppp~

I called K and he picked up.

K: "For English, please press 1. Putonghua, qing an 2. *blahs in Cantonese*. *blahs in Malay*. *blahs in Tamil*"

Me: *press*

*pause of 5 secs*

K: "What did you press ah?"

Cracked me up.

Suck thumb

2009-06-06T02:07:00.004+08:00

Suck thumb

/Edit: WRT below, I found out that I was sorely mistaken and I really am biased already. I will try my darndest to stop being pian ji. Feel shitty now.

***

Today BFF (suddenly forgot her code name) saw You-Know-Who #2, and I was telling Grumps how literally I felt the nonchalance and indifference. I didn't even ask BFF who he was with.

Karma, perhaps. Couple of days ago and today, I was also then met with the same nonchalance.

But after talking to Grumps and Effy, I feel loads better.

Grumps is right.

Things change. People change.

Like what Quincy always says:

人生如此，吸大拇指。

随随便便的家伙

2009-05-31T23:52:00.003+08:00

随随便便的家伙

Just now Monkey asked me "你要不要结婚？" so casually, it sounded like he was asking me if I wanted to eat duck rice.

Cool

2009-05-28T23:43:00.005+08:00

Cool

I don't think I want it anymore.

At least not in foreseeable future.

Take it as me saying, "I don't always need to have things go my way."

Especially not something like This.

I am a girl after all.

I have a lot of pride too.

I've tried my best.

One day...

2009-05-28T19:52:00.002+08:00

One day...

Monkey will say this to me =(

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Lionking

2009-05-25T22:23:00.003+08:00

Lion King

Quincy: "Eh Lion King jiao semmo ming zi ah?"

Me: "程旭辉"

Quincy: -__________-"

Quincy: "Simba's father......."

难

2009-05-17T00:20:00.002+08:00

难

远亲不如近邻。

远水救不了近火。

雪中送（不了）炭。

近水楼台先得月。

亲不过父母，近不过夫妻。

Prom

2009-05-15T12:23:00.003+08:00

Prom

I've always, always, always wanted to go to a prom or a ball that "belongs" to me, and not as an invited guest per se, you know?

Unfortunately all through the (boring) local education, we never get stuff like that.

Finally, the one and only chance I had was during the one-year stint in OZ, and I knew it deep down inside that that would be the one and only chance I had. That was it.

And I didn't. It felt much worse because it's not as if I couldn't make it. The knowledge that I could have gone, but didn't by choice, made it so much worse. Going back to the empty college really sucked.

I cannot, and can never, hide my disappointment each time I see my college people post up photos on the college ball, because I just am sorely disappointed.

I want to cry.

Fuckface

2009-05-12T22:18:00.003+08:00

Fuckface

Home Of Pool at Katong Shopping Centre fucking sucks.

A BOY in SCHOOL UNIFORM served us.

So it was about 8pm and Foppy Moppy went to pak tor around the place. They came back around 8.45pm and we decided to leave.

At the counter, the fat ass manning it was slumped back in the chair fast asleep. This xiao ah lian (the face also chao until macam some bangla molest her) sitting outside the counter walked inside and obviously didn't know what to do except to press stop. Then she said $7. Then that fat ass woke up and mumbled something to her and then said $10.80. His reason was "it is $9.80 per hour and we had played for about 5 min past an hour and hence $10.80". It's either he's really fucking stupid because normal people his age wouldn't be manning and falling asleep at pool counters on a school day or he's being fucking xialan in which case I don't have patience for either.

Naturally there was a lot of arguing because he has a fucked up face and attitude to the point my world-peace mother told me to "come online and write a bit lor" and she called him lanjiaobin.

LJB then continued giving his version of fuckacity which I honestly cannot be shit bothered about regurgitating because you would think I'm insulting your IQ.

I want to write to CASE but the stupid website refuses to load itself.

Fuckface better get clobbered some day by people I know.

Times like this make me miss Kok Seng even more. Bugger dunno disappear go where. Probably get married already.

I am no Sherlock

2009-05-11T14:20:00.002+08:00

I am no Sherlock

Chilli (I swear I wrote her name and I just realised it again) totally scoffed in my face at my attempts of "covering up my tracks".

She flooded my MSN window with stuff I wrote in this blog and how I'm totally broadcasting to the world whom I formerly was.

Then I just realised that I had stupidly added this blog to my Twitter account -__-"

The only good thing out of this is that Mr Matthew Langford Perry would one day read my blog.

I REALLY LIKE YOU A LOT MR PERRY. PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME. YOU ARE FUNNY.

My cousin is a pirate

2009-05-11T10:41:00.004+08:00

My cousin is a pirate

We were having Mother's Day dinner at my grandparents' on Saturday and MHM was seated next to me (I have slightly risen up the 龙虎榜 because he spent a few happy days at my place when I picked him up from kindy. Honestly, I used to think that as long as the timing is planned properly, a charbor could handle family work kids blah. Now, I salute every single mother in the world, and no, I don't think I could do it. I totally didn't get half my work done because every 5 min he would want something, and despite plonking him in front of Wii, he'd come running into my room to kaypoh. Note to self: Don't leave plastic bags lying around your room even when door is pulled ajar. Either he falls or you do when you're trying to save him from falling.)

Everyone minded their own business when the boy-in-high-chair announced something while cupped his right eye with his left hand. It took us a few moments to realise what he shouted.

"PIRATE!"

Then he burst into song:

"WA MNG TEEEEE WA MNG TEEEEE"

This kid is more qualified to join 黄金年华 rather than some 安培娜杯 lor.

He has learned to bargain! One last round of Wii boxing = two last rounds and last round of two last round = press A another time. Three rounds of boxing per game mah. I tried to bluff him that oh two rounds is up already. Little monkey tells me in canto it's not up yet; must press A another time after this game, then start again, then will finish. But he's super guai lah cos when it's up he will really stop.

The last time he was here, I taped an X on the floor cos he kept moving nearer and nearer to the TV, so I told him he could only play if he stepped on the X. This time he came and ran to the TV and asked me where's the X.

Tired

2009-05-08T00:16:00.006+08:00

Tired

For the record, I've only told Ankles, Blondie, Grumps, Effy, Chilli, Prawntip, Eelai, Bendy, Stitch, Quincy, Fur & Daphne about this blog. Oh Monkey and Dotty too. Oh and Trance too cos we were waiting for the Man Utd match to start (GO MY OLIVE-SKIN HERO) and I was really excited about the snails. So essentially I'm just talking to my friends lah.

***

What's the appeal about longchamp again?

***

Was invited to the industry briefing for H1N1 today (MOH says it's not called H1N1 hor.. it's H1N1-2009 cos years ago there was already H1N1 and the current one is a new strain so the actual name is called Influenza A H1N1-2009 -__-"), and although it's all good (it's slated to move back to Yellow on Monday), I cannot help but feel like I'm in 28 Days Later.

***

I believe I have been overtly sensitive and critical these few days, as Grumps had quite impatiently and directly pointed out these two days. I don't know whether to blame it on PMS, the heat or whatever, and I just don't feel like talking. AND MANPUKU SUCKS. My mother is not helping either. I have quite a bit to say about her, but my boyfriend might just pick a quarrel with me again and so I shan't. Hmpf.

But I do have been eating quite a lot again and I actually wept at 17 Again just now, so maybe it really is PMS. There's supposed to be this oral contraceptive that will literally make PMS go away. Perhaps it's gonna be better than EPO.

And I cannot take bitter stuff. It makes the gag reflex go into overdrive and my facial hair stand. Not a pretty sight.

***

Popped by Hard Rock just now, and my ex-manager was wearing a hairband over his frizzy hair. Fai Mama remembers me and actually came up to talk. She used to make me tiptoe around her because she looks totally capable of slapping you across the face if you piss her off, but I didn't work under her lah cos I was the host and she was something like head server..

The wagyu was kinda nice, but fell very short of my expectations. Miss Effy WOLFED down her wagyu in less than FIFTEEN minutes, while Chilli and I were talking. When she reluctantly chowed the last bite she had a sheepish smile. It's ok darling I know you needed your cow fix.

***

Remember some time ago I actually went lunch with You-Know-Who?

I forgot to blog about it, but I actually felt repulsion. The minute we sat down for lunch, I desperately wanted to leave. I dunno why or what, but I just felt so turned off. The things he said; the things he did. It was so, so juvenile. Then Monkey called me during lunch and cheekily asked me how was it and whether I felt anything. I seriously didn't.

I got annoyed with the things he did, and I cannot even remember what was it that made me so ARGH then. Grumps and I actually had a 24-hr MSN marathon when he was still in Sydney (and I didn't shower during that 24 hrs cos I was so 糜烂 and lam nuah and I spent that day in bed, with a brief stint on the couch. Don't remember eating either). I think I actually saved the convo somewhere but I might have deleted it when I reformatted my hard disk recently. I only know I cringed die when I read some of the stuff I told Grumps that day (and he set a big spider on FIRE with his Kimchi which then EXPLODED).

And then you know about that night when I went to You-Know-What? Same thing. I was there because it was kind of part-obligation-part-respect thing, and every other thing was fine except You-Know-Who-II. I don't know and I don't care what were his intentions - Ankles said he probably was trying to make things feel normal or what. I was playing musical chairs that night. He never seemed to get it even when I am blatantly expressing myself. There's only so much shifting away I can do before I end up sitting on the tarmac. It is particularly frustrating because I am articulate and I can almost always get my point across if I tried (that does not include random outbursts or rants which of course are meant to be incoherent). I used to think maybe it's cos he's not proficient in English, and instinctively whenever I quarrel I do it in English and I use big(ger) words and I talk damn fast. (I also don't know what's the point of this rant, but please indulge me I am PMS-ing.)

Which is why I'm secretly glad that Monkey is such a good sparring partner (Chilli says it's really bad and you should always be "stronger" than your partner). He is a very matter-of-fact person most of the time and he will simply point it out and expose me when he knows I'm being plain unreasonable. He actually acknowledges it ("I know you are just being CB right now") and usually he lets me go on to a certain point before he puts a stop to it (usually by shouting in his pseudo-OZ accent WAHAHAHA - which of course I shout back and then it sometimes end with me throwing the phone into the door like shotput which subsequently cracks to pieces. Sony E is a damn strong phone ok). Forces me to really think through my arguments and so everytime we quarrel, I am thoroughly exhausted. But we always end up getting where either is coming from, and we'll (virtually) kiss and make up.

Ankles asked me some time ago whether I had felt shitty on the day of You-Know-What because of what happened with You-Know-Who-II back then. I don't think I feel guilt about it at all because the whole You-Know-Who started AFTER I was done with You-Know-Who-II, so technically I never did step on two sampans. Perhaps I did feel guilt the first few weeks I was in Sydney, but it was a on-hindsight thing cos I was really busy having fun, getting pissed-high, stuffing my face with fattening-wedges from Quad and quarrelling with Monkey.

I am still rambling and there really is no point of this entry at all. I think I just needed to get it out of the system. So my dear Monkey please don't come and CB me about this entry because it doesn't mean anything at all.

My mother is still being a pain.. but I love my mummy.

N95

2009-05-06T17:27:00.001+08:00

N95

Dongkeywong * says:
sydney got shortage of respirators?

K says:
huh dunno

K says:
why?

K says:
what happen?

Dongkeywong * says:
here shortage

Dongkeywong * says:
den now the N95 price is 5 times more

K says:
respirator and n95 what connection?

Dongkeywong * says:
the N95 is the respirator lah not the nokia phone

K says:
oh ok

*twirls*

Effy says...

2009-05-06T16:18:00.002+08:00

Effy says...

(I know you were supposed to be Pooey but it's too difficult to re-program my reflex, so Effy you shall remain.)

"ur template needs me to half close my eyes before i go blind from flurorescent grass and moving snails".

Ni tou dong xi!

2009-05-06T01:19:00.007+08:00

Ni tou dong xi!

An example cited by Pooey:

You were in a washroom and you left your wallet there when you left. The next person who walked in after you had left took your wallet, totally disregarded your contact number or name card inside the wallet, and pocketed the wallet.

Is that stealing?

Oxford's definition is to "take (something) without permission or legal right and without intending to return it".

But I think that is very ambiguous leh. If you took a loaf of bread from the bakery when the store manager was looking away, that's stealing. If the deliveryman dropped a loaf of bread en route to other destinations, you can of course chase after him to return him that loaf lah, but even if you took it, that's not stealing right?

If “不问自取就是偷” is something to go by, then the prerequisite of "stealing" is that you have to have someone there to "ask" first, and if there was and you didn't ask then it's stealing. If there's no one around to ask, 何来的偷？

If I left something behind, be it in cab or on a bus or wherever, and someone picked it up, I wouldn't say that the person stole from me. I would call that person all sorts of things which probably include the letters f, u, c & k, but a thief wouldn't be one of the names. I can't even convince myself that the person "stole". The universal idea of stealing suggests that it's only "official" when it happens at real time, AND you catch the person doing it right? How do you argue a case when it was your own carelessness that caused the thing to be "lost" in the first place, then subsequently someone picked it up? The guy didn't steal it from you when the thing was ON you mah. If taking = stealing, then 小偷 can be called 小拿 lor.

The thing should be on/with/around you at the time it was lost, and it should not be lost due to own carelessness. Like.. you have to be WITH a guy, before someone can steal your guy? If you're not with the guy.. then you cannot say people steal him? Or if I'm in a house and my bag was in the room away from me, I can still say someone stole my wallet, cos the bag was intended to be there and not due to my carelessness.

But but buttttt.

Here comes the entire point of the entry, and yes it IS something personal. Giggles.

If you lost your phone in a cab because you are tum-bai, then how is it that the person who picks it up "stole" it? Even if it was taken by the cabby and not the next passenger, I don't think the cabby "stole".

That said, there are things that I will try my best to return if I ever pick it up, like wallets or phones or laptops blah. But it's definitely not because "I don't want to be a thief", but because I got conscience and moral values.

If you see a random $10 bill on the floor, you tell me you won't take it lor. HOR YOU THIEF! But I would do something subsequently lah.. like buy tissue from random aunty or give $2 to a busker.. not to alleviate guilt whatsoever but to pass it on.

Ok I am damn tired and I refuse to stay up for the Man Utd match. I have faith in my Devils.

Good night my olive-skinned-Portugese-Prince-with-mad-curls.

Doing OT

2009-05-05T23:10:00.003+08:00

OT-ing

I am actually getting work emails at this time, and am still getting replies after I replied her emails. Bu dong shei bi jiao ke lian. I thought only Foppy works 24/7.

Wah wah suddenly very happy because it feels like I can blog about any shit I want as and when, now that I am a virtual unknown!

Actually I'm excited to blog something then click back to see my little snails scurrying to and fro.

Sorry Eelai I will remember your birthday is not 7 Nov :(

SGP 2009

2009-05-05T12:58:00.003+08:00

SGP 2009

Just received a personalised email from the F l y e r, asking whether we are considering hosting top-tier clients because they are now selling the premium suites.

The price quoted was top-tier as well, and I gawked when I saw the $X,XXX "per head". I wonder when will the time come when my head is worth that much lor. Somemore now recession leh!

Anyway the whole point of this entry is that, Perk #16 of the premium suite is actually "2009 FORMULA 1™ SingTel Singapore Grand Prix branded earplugs".

AHAHHAA.

Wallao eh. The 3 day season pass, even if it's not early bird price, is also retailing for less than $1,500. Even if they charged another $500 for the limited SGP lanyard, these are still lesser than half of the quoted price!

Sigh. Who call me born with disposable spoon in my mouth.

Deflowering the blog

2009-05-04T21:41:00.007+08:00

Hee-hee-hawray!

I love this layout. There is an annoying serenity in the design of the layout, not unlike the knn irritating music of the Mii Channel.

The initial layout looked like that --> click here. But I hate that prancing dog and I love the snail! So I deleted the dog, added another snail, and nearly vomited blood trying to make the damn snails turn in unison. I also adjusted the alignments to have a bigger writing space. Might sound very easy-peasy lor but took me HOURS ok.

Sooooo.

This blog is written anonymously, but I'm not intentionally trying to be a phantom lah. So you all can go ahead and link me.. but link as Donkey can? And all of you will get code names! I will list your code names according to your birthdays ok so I don't have to write names and you all know which is you. Teehee! But let me know if you want to choose your own name ok.

01 Feb - Twins (ni men ohbaysom kan shui shu liao jiu zuo Ah Gil ok!)
21 Feb - Fur
07 Mar - Chilli
20 Mar - Monkey
26 Mar - Ah Sir
19 Apr - Ankles
28 Apr - Blondie
12 Jul - Dotty
24 Jul - Bendy
11 Aug - Stitch
11 Sep - Grumps
12 Sep - Quincy
25 Oct - Pooey
23 Nov - Eelai + AshyTong

Ok I am feeling pukey from staring at the computer too much.

Go wash dishes.