Road Rage (Almost)

I think it's all just too plain to see.

I am not in the best of my moods now, and I can absolutely empathize with those road bullies we usually abhor. I mean, some of these stupid fucking bastards are, in very simple terms, "asking for it".

For one, don't fucking blare your stupid horns at me for any of your stupid reasons that I just can't see.

I felt that urge to stop my car right at the roadside. And I regretted not keeping a baseball bat in my car.

But I didn't. Even with a baseball bat, I don't think I can get out of any fight unscathed, if not dead.

*****

I haven't felt real true happiness for a long, long, long, long time.

How long more must it elude me?

Pray tell.

If The Woolly Mammoth Can, So I Can Too

Or at least, I still think.

I know I really ought not, but the weirdo in me got mildly excited when I read this.


I used to always tell the ex-dude... well, at least during those days when I was unabashedly dying to have his little dudes. That, should anything of fatal misfortune befall him, I would want to - without any life-threatening delay - retrieve and preserve his, er, spermatozoa. Or whatever supply was left in him. Anything. With his blessings of course.

And I wasn't for the life of me joking.

Call me weird, crazy, whatever. I really, really meant it - then. And now, I know - if old farts like the woolly mammoths can do it, I am pretty sure my plan would have worked too.


Now that I'm remembering stuff like this, it has suddenly dawned upon me that maybe... maybe I was just all too mentally intimidating for him to take.

Ah well.

Shiok'd

So I didn't get a Javanese; I got a Tui Na, or something to that effect, instead.

And I'm feeling oh-so-shiok all over now. Well, at least eighty percent of me does.

For that kind of price I had only to pay, I have absolutely no complaint.


I have recently heard of the story of an unlikely hero who stood up for me in Kota Kinabalu.

Mr Parkinson, I may not have had much fondness for you in my last few days - and I sincerely believed the feeling to be mutual as well - but I absolutely appreciate you remembered me. Or rather, the absence of me.

Thank you, from the bottomest of my humble heart.

At Least I Know I Love Sesame Bagels With Cream Cheese

I didn't expect this. The newfound days of freedom have turned out to be much, much more physically - and mentally - exhausting than those days of getting-stoned-at-the-desk-nine-to-five-everyday.

I suppose there must be some other stuff about 'freedom' that has fallen short of my humble expectations as well - I have just yet to discover them.

I am tired. My back is breaking, my legs are swelling, and my body is crying out loud for a Javanese.

Life as a refugee sure is tough as fuckin' hell.

If You See Me...

Whether online, or face-to-face.

Please refrain from asking the following questions:

A: So, what have you been doing in the past few days?

B: So how? Holiday ah?

C: Wah... tai-tai hor. Enjoying yourself?

D: So free now, right? Wanna do dinner and party?


Because I might just bite your head off, though I wouldn't really wanna show it.

Because,

A: I have been doing stuff that I can't explain to you.

B: I am not on holiday, and I fucking cannot afford to.

C: I am not fucking enjoying anything, because this feels much more terrible than when I was still at work.

D: I don't fucking want to do dinner and party.

Geddit?

Fugly Spanish

So Spain is the champion of the Singapore Cup.

But how come, pray tell, the Spanish ballers are nowhere - and I emphasize, NOWHERE - near as gorgeous-looking as their football compatriots?

Not fair.

And More Dudes

It's been a pretty strange week of dudes.

Let me recount.

*****

I met this Batis-dude right before my very eyes, and not as if I really think he's godly or anything, but I just have to 'ya ya' a bit.



He looked much more grumpier, and older, in real life. Naaaaah... not my cup of kopi-o.


And I digress.

The Philips Singapore Cup has been somewhat a disappointment. The action is cool, but everything else pretty much sucks.

Thank you, thank you, thank you - to all who've given me free access to the games (and the VIP lounge). You know who you are.

*****

Then, there were these dudes who kinda resurfaced in my life. All in a string.

Intentionally. Unintentionally. Surprisingly. That was how we crossed paths again.

They were more-than-happy kind of reunions, I suppose. Because we remembered how to have fun together again. At least I did.


And these dudes of mine, they prove it just right to me.

They come and go. And they will never stay.

*****

Me: Happy (48th?) birthday dude!! Hey I bumped into annie just the other day at PP.
Ed: Hahaha thanks! Yup she said she saw u with a dude!
Me: Er... yah, that unfortunately was the ex-dude.
Ed: Well, the term Old Flame wasn't coined for nothing...


My ex-dude, the Old Flame.

You make me wonder all the time... still.

Dude

There are perhaps some stuff I might've wanted to say, but it hasn't exactly been a good time all this while. And I'm darn sure it definitely isn't one now.

Ah, but I am learning this game pretty well. Things like this, they come and go. Nothing should linger around. I'd just have to go around my own stuff... and then just wait for it to go away.

It will go away.

Anyway, I am not normal all the time, and it is perhaps best that keepers should just be kept the way they're supposed to be.


Some things in life, you just know when you have to give it a shot. Some other things, you'd come to realize that shot is not going to worth all that you'd needed to give up for that stupid shot.

That's just life, and the little mindfucking games it plays with you.

You play it, and then you know it. Never quite vice versa.


Love, like the songs that sing about it, is usually temporal and delusional.

That's just how I'd like to believe it to be - for now.

For all that I am - the quirkiness and everything else pretty - I just know it's not the right time yet. Not at least for me, I know.

Just bring yourself onboard

This whole terrorism/heightened-air-travel-security thing is getting a wee bit ridiculous, I'm actually recontemplating my travel plans to - ah, no prizes for guessing - the two hottest spots for terrorism.

No "liquids, gels, beverages, shampoo, suntan lotions, creams, toothpaste, hair gel in the cabin", fine.

Absurdity like this is even tolerable to a minute extent:

Accordingly, all customers on Singapore Airlines flights from London Heathrow and Manchester on 10 August 2006, and until further notice, must observe the following restrictions in items taken beyond the airport security search points:

In a single (ideally transparent) plastic carrier bag, only the following items:

• Pocket-size wallets and pocket-size purses plus contents (for example money, credit cards, identity cards etc (not handbags)
• Travel documents essential for the journey (for example passports and travel tickets)
• Prescription medicines and medical items sufficient and essential for the flight (eg, diabetic kit), except in liquid form unless verified as authentic
• Spectacles and sunglasses, without cases
• Contact lens holders, without bottles of solution
• For those travelling with an infant: baby food, milk (the contents of each bottle must be tasted by the accompanying passenger) and sanitary items sufficient and essential for the flight (nappies, wipes, creams and nappy disposal bags)
• Female sanitary items sufficient and essential for the flight, if unboxed (eg tampons, pads, towels and wipes)
• Tissues (unboxed) and/or handkerchiefs
• Keys (but no electrical key fobs). All passengers must be hand searched, and their footwear and all the items they are carrying must be X-ray screened.

But pulling the plug on cell phones, cameras, books/magazines, iPods and laptops in hand luggage?

Then travel for fuck?

Spare me the ridicule of it all.

Shiiit

SLM* says: ginobili very handsome leh. haha

ME Inc. says: really ah? shiiit


Actually, I also don't know I "shiiit" for what. As if... =/


*name has been altered to protect identity.

Mr & Mrs Duncan

If the marriage of love and bliss could be captured in a 1024x768-resolution, 32-bit color image, this might be it.

Beginnings

August 5, 2006.

The first day of my brand new life ahead.

And coincidentally, the first day too of a brand new life together ahead for Rob and Soo.


Congratulations, folks.

Your wedding was quite a blast.

If I can't have my own beach wedding, I sure darn wouldn't miss one.





And I 'stole' this out of the photo album full of polaroids that were meant as keepsakes for the newly-weds. =)

'Ticked' - and Etched In Memory

In all honesty, this feels much more like graduation than anything. I used to wish I could stay in school and study/play for the rest of my life. But just like school, you know there's no such place on earth as 'forever'.

Some of you on this list, I've worked with for a long time in my almost-six years here. Some, for a short stint. Some, I have never even worked with, but... we drank together – and that counts a lot to me too!!

And then there're those few – you know who you are – you've made such a deep impact on my life, you're a keeper for sure.

Take care all of you.

Thank you, from the deepest of my heart, for bestowing me one of the best times of my life.


And so it is.




And thank you, girls. For being there with me.

Surreal

"... but don't cry. cause everything is the same, only you don't have to show up in tampines at 8:30 anymore."

*sniff*

This feels a little too surreal for me to fully grasp everything that's taking place.


Gawd, what have I done?

Perfectly Normal

There's nothing sweeter than hearing these words, "You're normal... you're normal... and you're normal..." over and over again.

So, I am very normal. =)


Me: Oh, I wanted to tell u... I'm perfectly normal.

Gay: That's great! But no not normal all the time.

Me: @#$$%^*^#@!$^&**!!!

Baby's Saved

Marvin says:
halo... who's baby is saved?
ME Inc. says:
the dog in my pic
Marvin says:
oh... wat happeneD?
ME Inc. says:
it's a pup that was picked up from some construction site.
ME Inc. says:
spca was going to put it down if no one adopts it by tmr
Marvin says:
oh... so u decide to keep it?
ME Inc. says:
no not me...
ME Inc. says:
my place no more space... so i had been forwarding the email
Marvin says:
ah i see.... good on u
ME Inc. says:
no lah... maybe not thru me leh.
Marvin says:
it's the heart that counts
ME Inc. says:
=]


I love me for my heart.

Too bad if you don't.

Buffy

"My cocker spaniel is harder to wake than me... I have to kick him out of my bed lor. Maybe that's why he pee'd in my room, in retaliation."

"Seven-Year Itch"

Out of no absolute intention at all, I did a 'Marilyn Monroe'.

Yes, that full-blown (literally) pose.

Though Sasy would beg to differ, quipping I had obviously used a very bad example, trying to akin myself to the voluptuous goddess of sex.

But you weren't there to witness it, honey. And someone else was. =/



If there exists a more emphatic word than 'malu', please, I beg of you... please shed light upon me. =(

Raspberries

ME Inc. says:
Raspberries
This fruit is best known for its liver-protecting function. Recent studies by the Hollings Cancer Institute at the University of Carolina have also proven that ellagic acid found in raspberries prevents the development of cancer cells.
Audrey says:
raspberry?
Audrey says:
it's quite seedy
Audrey says:
i guess vodka rasberry juice wld help too
ME Inc. says:
@(*&$(#*&!)@&#)(#!!!!!


My 猪朋酒鬼友.

Miffy & Toffee

ME Inc. says:
let's catchup over dinner real soon
flank says:
ok, and Winny's house warming should be on real soon.....then we bring all our dogs to warm the house!! lol
ME Inc. says:
hee hee hee... pee is very warm one.
flank says:
poo lagi more warm arh!!

Another bunch of chums I love as well.

Plus two more. =)