One and a half months of short-lived flings finally ended tonight.

One. Two. Three. And almost four. But enough is enough. Time to settle down. Seriously, I have to practice more self-discipline in future to avoid depleting what little I have left of my financial freedom. The stupid thing I did in just a span of 40 odd days!

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The original Pixon.


Fake Nokia 8800 ArteWhich I was duped into buying.


Authentic Nokia 8800 Arte


Nokia E71


HTC Touch Pro; for better or for worst, I didn't get her.


To be continued...

"A customer, well-taken care of, can be worth more than $10,000 worth of advertisement."

This could be the beginning of it all but the beginning will end with an ending. Instead of thinking about the end, one should look forward to the middle. But being the middleman is very tiring, especially when you need to keep the front and the end in balance. Then again, its the middleman's job to ensure that the beginning begins smoothly and the end never comes, or at least end peacefully. Furthermore, whatever ends will begin again and whatever begins will end again too. It is a never-ending cycle of beginnings and endings, inceptions and cessations, start and stop, commencement and termination.

Victory and defeat. Honor and dishonor. Life and death. Each goes hand in hand.

Opportunities await.

Find the Holy One. Kill her?

勉強する

勉強する

勉強する

I took half day off today to revise for my upcoming Japanese exam. I found out that 2 weeks of neglecting my Japanese revisions have reverted me to one and a half years ago when I am still a standard Singaporean student proficient in English and Mother Tongue only. I really need to practice more. Maybe I should start to randomly blurt out Japanese terms and phrases during work or maybe I should defect over to the Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation who is just our next door neighbor.

Studying at this familiar late hour on the familiar kitchen table in the familiar kitchen... it reminds me of the time when I was mugging back then. There was one night when I even had a showdown with this dangerous looking unidentified green insect which had the audacity to invade my studying space. Of course, it died a miserable death in the end, thanks to yours truly and a bunch of rolled-up newspapers. Looking out the kitchen window, something else came to mind. I used to do that every night in the past. Not anymore.

Enough with the reminiscing part. The important thing now is for me to piece together a reasonably long Japanese composition for submission tomorrow. But I really have no idea on what to write. I wished my sensei had given us a topic instead of giving us a free essay. I could crap again but it would be meaningless. I know. I will just cut away the bottom half of my homework which contains the composition part and tell sensei tomorrow that he didn't gave me a complete set.

Nobel Prize for the shittiest excuse? Nah. I am pretty sure someone out there can do better than me.

got abruptly woken up in the wee hours of the day. and really abruptly. its like you were driving on the road and listening to Me so Horny by 2 live crew when suddenly a T80 main battle tank just crash into you at break neck speed from the side, forcefully removing you from your manly existence in this world. your soul ripped apart from your flesh in a flash - that kind of abruptly.

jin at the wheel of his GTR-34 listening to 2 Live Crew: I am so horny... i wont tell your mama if you dont tell your dad... i know he'll be disgusted if he sees your pussy busted..... I am like a dog in the heat a freak without warning..... i have an appetite for sex coz me so horny..... horny horny horny.... AHHHH where the fuck did this soviet tank come from?!

JI BAH BOOOOOOOMMM

st peter talking to jin at the pearly gates: my child, what were you thinking of before your untimely death?

jin: me so horny.

st peter: YOU ARE GOING TO HELL!!!

"Show some respect."

Ha. What a joke. Who are you to tell me that? Do you even understand the meaning of that statement? And I really must thank you for telling me that in front of everybody. I appreciate the free publicity. So you feel that I haven't been showing you respect? Let me tell you this, you are in no position to talk about respect with me, sucker.

"Gave you too much freedom."

Wow. So that made me into a rebellious person who don't know how to show any respect? For goodness sake, stop using euphemism such as this to delude yourself. I am impressed that you have the cheek to even mention that. How hypocritical. The fact is you are too busy with your own stuff that you don't have time for me. You don't even know what I do everyday.

Whatever you tell me, I complied. I behaved myself and didn't gave you any unnecessary trouble. It doesn't matter that you don't have time for me. After all, I don't expect you to babysit me, I am old enough to look after and think for myself. Today was a complete insult to me. I am offended.

If you don't like me, tell me straight to my face. I will just do my part and nothing more. Then when the time comes, I will break all ties with you. Simple. If you happen to chance upon this blog, I have something I want to tell you.

Fuck you.

An elderly couple wanted to go for a morning walk on top of the hills so they woke up early one morning and took a bus to the hilltop station. A few moments after they alighted at their destination, a boulder came thundering down the slope and crashed into the bus, smashing it into smithereens. There were no survivors.

"If only we didn't got down," said the elderly woman.

Usually, people will be thanking the heavens for their good luck that they got off the bus and managed to survive. Why then is the elderly woman thinking the opposite? It is simple. If the elderly couple hadn't got off, the bus would be able to drive on continuously and missed the crashing boulder.

We should always be mindful of others when something happen and not simply just think only of ourselves. Get out of our own world and empathize with those that are in trouble. Bring out the kindness in you. Show the world that the Singaporean Altruism is real.

During the Ancestral Worshiping Festival, it is common for chinese folks like my family to burn joss paper for our departed ancestors. The joss papers always come in a tightly-bundled stack and we will usually twist and turn the stack to fan out the individual joss paper. This makes it easier for us to pick out the joss paper to roll and twirl them into a cylindrical-like shape, something like this:











For this year's festival, I didn't really helped to do much rolling and folding of the joss papers. Maybe that is why I have to turn and twist this huge pile of letters, which has to be sent to our customers, the other day to fan the individual pieces out for easy slotting into the envelopes.




















Bah. Whatever.

Raindrops keep falling on my umbrella! Ella ella eh eh eh falling on my umbrella~

The almanac predicted that I will have good fortune streak in this year of the Ox. If it is true, Fortune probably haven't located me yet. However, from the looks of it, I am pretty sure it had already missed me. I made several unsound decisions regarding financial expenses recently and I am not sure what to make of these expenses. Justified? Retail therapy? Or simply just pure wastage?

Now that I think back, I really should have controlled my emotions better. Of course, if only I had. I realized sometimes, people need to go through one big circle before reaching at the same conclusion, which he could have reach too by simply taking the direct path that was laid out in front of him initially.

My best buddy is now in the Land of the Rising Sun, enjoying his 2 weeks long vacation.

DAMN YOU BITCH! I WANT MY VACATION TOO!

*Ahem* Don't mind me.

Oh well. Life is still pretty much the routine home-work-home-work-home, 5 days a week for me. I really do not agree with the idea of trading time, MOST of our time in fact, for money. This is a FREE WORLD! We should not be slogging our asses off just so our employer can function and prosper! Furthermore, slogging our anuses off may not necessarily guarantee us equivalent compensation in return. Those who do get astronomical salaries most probably do so only after years of slogging for the company. But comparing what they have to sacrifice in return, the salary suddenly don't seem so astronomical anymore: countless hours of work (practically half their life or even more), endless meetings to attend, infinitely many brainstorming to come up with new policies, tonnes upon tonnes of responsibilities, endless flow of decisions to make (making a bad one might earn you a vacation, permanently) and ultimately, stress, stress and more stress.

Think again. Do you really want to waste your precious life away on this thing called work? I seriously believe all of us deserve better. I have the perfect solution to this. One which will relieve us of the trials and tribulations of life and solve all our financial issues at the same time as well. Death. If you are dead, you won't have to worry about anything anymore. So the next time when you feel that you would be better off dead, you are most probably right. So don't hesitate to slit your own throat or gulp down that bottle of bleach. After all, we only get to die once. No big deal. But before anyone of you get the idea of STOMP-ing my blog for advocating suicide or worst, report my blog to the Police (which would be myself), I have to make it clear that I am not encouraging people to commit suicide. I am just blogging a brainless entry on a sun-less night.

But, what if there are really people who commit suicide after reading my blog tonight?
Rest in peace then.

And for that person who is enjoying himself there, don't forget to bring back some presents. I am expecting my Pikachu hoodie.