Everyone, let's hear it from Britain's Got Talent's 6-year-old contestant, Connie Talbot.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Slug.
Just came back from Bangkok.
3 random questions came into my head when I mention that place:
Why do they provide better public transport, when we're supposed to be richer?
Why is their country cleaner than ours?
Why did they link few of their malls together and we can't?
Why, oh why?
The trillions of cells in my system scream in response:
"Sorry dudette, you're not born in a smart country."
Monday, May 28, 2007
Please. Marry merrily.
Girl,
Do you really know who you're marrying?
You're so pretty, you can have many options, why marry someone you barely know?
Is he really the one whom you want to spend the rest of your life with?
Do you know him enough to let him take care of you for as long as you live?
Do you think he'll be a good father to your children?
Can he be faithful to you till death do you part?
Does he know the real you?
Will you be happy?
All these questions kept screaming in my head for the past few days. I just flew back to hometown last week to attend a 'I have no choice' wedding.
Everyone seemed smart enough NOT to say anything, but it's pretty obvious, she's pregnant. And they knew each other for only 6 months.
Holding a wedding became a pressing 'need', not an option. And this breaks my heart.
Guy,
Only one question for you.
Do you really love her?
My thought thereafter:
Many loved. But few loved enough to wait.
In my opinion, love is first patient, then only it is kind, does not envy, does not boast etc... Take away that first prerequisite of love, and 'love' is no longer love.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
What has the world become?
This article shocked my being when I first read it on Monday. Have been trying to think of what I want to say but somehow feel too distraught to even blog about it. However, I feel it's foolish if all of us continue to live lives, not aware of things that are happening near us, slightly further from us, or on planet earth itself.
So, what exactly disturbed me till I'm lost for words? BUG CHASING.
Read on. No one writes it better than what has already been written in the article in Oracle.com. What I merely did was reparagraphed and highlighted it, so that it becomes a more bite-sized read for you.
Bug Chasing: The Shocking Quest To Become HIV-Positive
“Conversion” is a term invented in the 1990s for the fetish of a small minority of gay men wanting to become infected with HIV. Various gay websites have chat rooms devoted to “Bug Chasers,” looking specifically to have unprotected sex with HIV-positive men.
According to Didier, who tells this story, and others, there are "conversion parties" are where these like-minded people gather together to pursue their goal. It is thought that these men wish to become infected with HIV because they feel guilty or left out because many of their friends are HIV-positive.
Others have a fatalistic attitude about becoming HIV-positive and want to stop worrying about when they might become infected in the course of time. I interviewed two habitués to conversion parties, Luis and Didier. Here they give the inside story to Orato:
Didier: I had to look for a while before I found a way to get HIV. Then, finally, I got the “opportunity” I was hoping for. I read in one of the chat rooms for gays I used to check out that there was going to be a "conversion party" on the weekend. I told them I wanted to go and, after a few e-mails back and forth, I was given the green light.
We agreed to meet at a council flat in south London. The night was cold. The furniture in the flat had been rearranged in order to accommodate the crowd - fourteen muscular gay men in their mid- thirties. A flat screen television, which dominated the room, was playing porno movies. Drinks and snacks were set out in a big coffee table, just as in a regular party. Six frenzied hours of uninterrupted sex, drugs and alcohol.
At the end of the night, the crowd began to slowly dwindle. Some left, a few fell asleep on a couch, the master bedroom, or any other suitable corner. But I was in the toilet. Even though the small tiled room was cold, I was sweating because of the cocktail of Ecstasy, cocaine, marijuana and vodka I had taken. As I looked at myself at the mirror, I knew that I had got what I had come for.
Two months later, the doctor in the Saint Mary’s Hospital told me I was HIV-positive.
Why did I do it? It’s never been because I wanted to commit suicide and end my life just like that. I guess I was going through a very difficult period in my life on a mental and spiritual level.
I arrived in London in 1998, when I was 25 years old. Born in a small provincial town in southern France, I decided to move to London attracted not only by its trendy gay scene, but also by the prospect of getting myself started as a professional interior designer.
After a couple of years, I realized that London was too tough a place to start my career. Instead, I immersed myself in the gay underworld.
The distractions of the gay Mecca of Europe were too many. My life turned into a series of sexual escapades that spiraled into a circle of self-destruction.
Now I see that I was hoping to get HIV in order to value more the life that I had been given. When my sister had an abortion and decided to terminate my nephew’s life no one wrote an article about it. Why? Thousands of women do the same every day all over the world and that’s not news. I’m not saying that what I did was the right thing. All I’m saying is that at least I was dealing with my own life, not somebody else’s.
*****
Didier is not, unfortunately, an exceptional case. Not long after I met Didier, I encountered Luis. Travelling twice or three times a month around Europe, Spanish-born Luis is a regular attendee at bareback parties.
He said he had looked for HIV without really knowing it:
“How so?” I asked. “Barebacking,” he said.
Luis explained me that barebacking is a term gay men use to refer to having unprotected sex. Even though mostly kept a secret from the gay mainstream, barebacking parties in cities such as London, Berlin or Paris are becoming quite common. Most of these reunions are usually linked to the roughest side of the scene, where sexual fetishes such as leather and S&M are aboard.
Here’s what he told me:
*****
Luis: I understand why these barebacking parties are becoming so popular. Ever since HIV/AIDS stopped being a death sentence, the virus slowly became another fetish. If someone produces a condom during the course of one of those parties, he will kindly be asked to leave the premises. His behavior doesn’t meet the dress-code criteria of the group.
I confess I have never used a condom. I was with a partner for 19 years and during the last seven years of our relationship, when my partner was diagnosed with AIDS until he died, we never stopped having unsafe sex.
It was my responsibility if I got it or not. But after thirty years of barebacking, I hadn’t got the bug. Then doctors discovered that I am immune to it. I have a protein in my T cells called Delta 32CRR5 that stops the virus from infecting me. They say I’m one in a million.
This didn’t stop me from attending barebacking parties. Maybe it lost a bit of the appeal, but it’s still thrilling. I believe that barebacking will continue to increase. Since AIDS is no longer such a deadly disease, lots of people are simply fed up with using condoms. There will come a time when there will be more positive than negative people, at least among gay men. The reason? As far as I know, the vast majority of heterosexual people are very puritanical and they don’t give sex the same priority we gays do. And on the other hand, they tend to be much more hypocritical.
Most HIV-positive heterosexuals don’t disclose it, whereas most gay men do.
In my particular case I get incredibly excited when having sex with HIV-positive men, even knowing I can’t get AIDS.
In bareback parties, you don’t talk about HIV because is not necessary. However, discussing about the topic during these parties adds to the eroticism of the experience.
Didier: The danger of getting other sexually transmitted diseases such as Hepatitis B or C does not frighten me. The risk is always there, but I strike a balance between having what I consider to be a low quality sex (with condoms) and risking something else. And I choose the latter. I am fully aware of the consequences. I take it as a game, and I play my part.
I do think all barebackers are a bit crazy, but on the other hand there are so many things that you shouldn’t do because they are dangerous, like smoking. With HIV re-infection, you are always gambling. They say that it is possible but not easy. See: if a person is re-infected with a strain of HIV that is different from the ones already present or if a mutated HIV type is introduced into the body through unsafe sex, treatment will be much more complex and potentially ineffective.
You can also try to get infected with the Type 2 HIV by having sex with people from Central Africa.
I know heterosexuals do bareback, but bug chasing and conversion are exclusively gay. Gays have a wider range of sexual behaviors. It is very different in the heterosexual community because they are mostly driven by what society tells them to do when having sex. Women are told not to have sex outside marriage and control when heterosexual men have sex and when not.
Luis: On average, heterosexuals get less than half the sex we gay people get, and in a much more irregular and controlled way. It is a parallel world we live in. They live in a shoe box and we live in a big room. For straight men, women are the biggest impediment to more sexual variety because women don’t allow it. That forces men to go with prostitutes. We gays are completely different.
I also know there are many people who think that we, the so called “bug chasers,” are absolutely mad. I once met one of those people. His name was José María González. He regularly attended meetings at Barcelona-based “Gais Posisitus” (Positive Gays), an organization that fights HIV/AIDS and teaches gay men about safe sex. José María had suffered from full-blown AIDS since 1991. He said once that if any gay man knew what’s like to be through what he has been through, we wouldn’t dream of playing such a dangerous game.
I don’t think he gets it. The closeness to extreme danger gives me a high. I get checked by my doctor regularly. My T-cell count is quite high and I have a manageable viral load. To be honest, I just don’t know what I will do the day science finds a cure for the virus. I guess I will have to find a new fetish. Being HIV-positive will be like having the common flu. But I can’t think of this now. Today, we still live in a society that’s very afraid of AIDS. It is possible that someday barebacking will be much less erotic. I would like to say that I’m not afraid of death anymore.
Some people choose to drop themselves from the Niagara Falls inside a barrel, others play Russian roulette. I chose to get HIV.
Bravo for reading till the end. One of the reason why this story sends a chill down my spine is because of this: If in my generation, people are already so peverse and twisted, what will happen in my children or my children's children's generation? Sigh. That's why I titled this post 'What has the world become?'
My conclusion? Change the world, or be changed.
Too ambitious? Yeah, perhaps. Well, at least I'm going to do something about it. Haha.
Hey, I'm not trying to change the world only for myself and my children. I'm doing for yours too... Think about it.
So, what exactly disturbed me till I'm lost for words? BUG CHASING.
Read on. No one writes it better than what has already been written in the article in Oracle.com. What I merely did was reparagraphed and highlighted it, so that it becomes a more bite-sized read for you.
Bug Chasing: The Shocking Quest To Become HIV-Positive
“Conversion” is a term invented in the 1990s for the fetish of a small minority of gay men wanting to become infected with HIV. Various gay websites have chat rooms devoted to “Bug Chasers,” looking specifically to have unprotected sex with HIV-positive men.
According to Didier, who tells this story, and others, there are "conversion parties" are where these like-minded people gather together to pursue their goal. It is thought that these men wish to become infected with HIV because they feel guilty or left out because many of their friends are HIV-positive.
Others have a fatalistic attitude about becoming HIV-positive and want to stop worrying about when they might become infected in the course of time. I interviewed two habitués to conversion parties, Luis and Didier. Here they give the inside story to Orato:
Didier: I had to look for a while before I found a way to get HIV. Then, finally, I got the “opportunity” I was hoping for. I read in one of the chat rooms for gays I used to check out that there was going to be a "conversion party" on the weekend. I told them I wanted to go and, after a few e-mails back and forth, I was given the green light.
We agreed to meet at a council flat in south London. The night was cold. The furniture in the flat had been rearranged in order to accommodate the crowd - fourteen muscular gay men in their mid- thirties. A flat screen television, which dominated the room, was playing porno movies. Drinks and snacks were set out in a big coffee table, just as in a regular party. Six frenzied hours of uninterrupted sex, drugs and alcohol.
At the end of the night, the crowd began to slowly dwindle. Some left, a few fell asleep on a couch, the master bedroom, or any other suitable corner. But I was in the toilet. Even though the small tiled room was cold, I was sweating because of the cocktail of Ecstasy, cocaine, marijuana and vodka I had taken. As I looked at myself at the mirror, I knew that I had got what I had come for.
Two months later, the doctor in the Saint Mary’s Hospital told me I was HIV-positive.
Why did I do it? It’s never been because I wanted to commit suicide and end my life just like that. I guess I was going through a very difficult period in my life on a mental and spiritual level.
I arrived in London in 1998, when I was 25 years old. Born in a small provincial town in southern France, I decided to move to London attracted not only by its trendy gay scene, but also by the prospect of getting myself started as a professional interior designer.
After a couple of years, I realized that London was too tough a place to start my career. Instead, I immersed myself in the gay underworld.
The distractions of the gay Mecca of Europe were too many. My life turned into a series of sexual escapades that spiraled into a circle of self-destruction.
Now I see that I was hoping to get HIV in order to value more the life that I had been given. When my sister had an abortion and decided to terminate my nephew’s life no one wrote an article about it. Why? Thousands of women do the same every day all over the world and that’s not news. I’m not saying that what I did was the right thing. All I’m saying is that at least I was dealing with my own life, not somebody else’s.
*****
Didier is not, unfortunately, an exceptional case. Not long after I met Didier, I encountered Luis. Travelling twice or three times a month around Europe, Spanish-born Luis is a regular attendee at bareback parties.
He said he had looked for HIV without really knowing it:
“How so?” I asked. “Barebacking,” he said.
Luis explained me that barebacking is a term gay men use to refer to having unprotected sex. Even though mostly kept a secret from the gay mainstream, barebacking parties in cities such as London, Berlin or Paris are becoming quite common. Most of these reunions are usually linked to the roughest side of the scene, where sexual fetishes such as leather and S&M are aboard.
Here’s what he told me:
*****
Luis: I understand why these barebacking parties are becoming so popular. Ever since HIV/AIDS stopped being a death sentence, the virus slowly became another fetish. If someone produces a condom during the course of one of those parties, he will kindly be asked to leave the premises. His behavior doesn’t meet the dress-code criteria of the group.
I confess I have never used a condom. I was with a partner for 19 years and during the last seven years of our relationship, when my partner was diagnosed with AIDS until he died, we never stopped having unsafe sex.
It was my responsibility if I got it or not. But after thirty years of barebacking, I hadn’t got the bug. Then doctors discovered that I am immune to it. I have a protein in my T cells called Delta 32CRR5 that stops the virus from infecting me. They say I’m one in a million.
This didn’t stop me from attending barebacking parties. Maybe it lost a bit of the appeal, but it’s still thrilling. I believe that barebacking will continue to increase. Since AIDS is no longer such a deadly disease, lots of people are simply fed up with using condoms. There will come a time when there will be more positive than negative people, at least among gay men. The reason? As far as I know, the vast majority of heterosexual people are very puritanical and they don’t give sex the same priority we gays do. And on the other hand, they tend to be much more hypocritical.
Most HIV-positive heterosexuals don’t disclose it, whereas most gay men do.
In my particular case I get incredibly excited when having sex with HIV-positive men, even knowing I can’t get AIDS.
In bareback parties, you don’t talk about HIV because is not necessary. However, discussing about the topic during these parties adds to the eroticism of the experience.
Didier: The danger of getting other sexually transmitted diseases such as Hepatitis B or C does not frighten me. The risk is always there, but I strike a balance between having what I consider to be a low quality sex (with condoms) and risking something else. And I choose the latter. I am fully aware of the consequences. I take it as a game, and I play my part.
I do think all barebackers are a bit crazy, but on the other hand there are so many things that you shouldn’t do because they are dangerous, like smoking. With HIV re-infection, you are always gambling. They say that it is possible but not easy. See: if a person is re-infected with a strain of HIV that is different from the ones already present or if a mutated HIV type is introduced into the body through unsafe sex, treatment will be much more complex and potentially ineffective.
You can also try to get infected with the Type 2 HIV by having sex with people from Central Africa.
I know heterosexuals do bareback, but bug chasing and conversion are exclusively gay. Gays have a wider range of sexual behaviors. It is very different in the heterosexual community because they are mostly driven by what society tells them to do when having sex. Women are told not to have sex outside marriage and control when heterosexual men have sex and when not.
Luis: On average, heterosexuals get less than half the sex we gay people get, and in a much more irregular and controlled way. It is a parallel world we live in. They live in a shoe box and we live in a big room. For straight men, women are the biggest impediment to more sexual variety because women don’t allow it. That forces men to go with prostitutes. We gays are completely different.
I also know there are many people who think that we, the so called “bug chasers,” are absolutely mad. I once met one of those people. His name was José María González. He regularly attended meetings at Barcelona-based “Gais Posisitus” (Positive Gays), an organization that fights HIV/AIDS and teaches gay men about safe sex. José María had suffered from full-blown AIDS since 1991. He said once that if any gay man knew what’s like to be through what he has been through, we wouldn’t dream of playing such a dangerous game.
I don’t think he gets it. The closeness to extreme danger gives me a high. I get checked by my doctor regularly. My T-cell count is quite high and I have a manageable viral load. To be honest, I just don’t know what I will do the day science finds a cure for the virus. I guess I will have to find a new fetish. Being HIV-positive will be like having the common flu. But I can’t think of this now. Today, we still live in a society that’s very afraid of AIDS. It is possible that someday barebacking will be much less erotic. I would like to say that I’m not afraid of death anymore.
Some people choose to drop themselves from the Niagara Falls inside a barrel, others play Russian roulette. I chose to get HIV.
Bravo for reading till the end. One of the reason why this story sends a chill down my spine is because of this: If in my generation, people are already so peverse and twisted, what will happen in my children or my children's children's generation? Sigh. That's why I titled this post 'What has the world become?'
My conclusion? Change the world, or be changed.
Too ambitious? Yeah, perhaps. Well, at least I'm going to do something about it. Haha.
Hey, I'm not trying to change the world only for myself and my children. I'm doing for yours too... Think about it.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Cool Discovery: Advertising isn't just a sin, it's SINS.
The 7 deadly sins just got 'deadlier'. 
Quite an interesting way to put things. According to the brain behind this diagram, Advertising is a combination of Greed + Envy. How apt.
Anyway, maybe it's time I look for a new job.
Ahem, anyone hiring angels?
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Weird-ies
Interesting things I've found on the net.
'Mini' desk.
Radio Toaster.
Talking Lips Speakers
(It synchronises with the sound of your mobile phone or online chat conversations).
Rat race clock.
Cup Noodle Stove.
Friday, May 04, 2007
The Day Before.
I just realised that I have not blogged for almost 2 weeks!
Wow.
Anyway, just feeling like sharing these pictures.
I've been touched by them today. Hope they will touch you too.
Monday, 10 September 2001 - The world can change in a day. Don't miss your daily edition of in-depth news (a day before the 9/11 terrorist attack)
Sunday, 5 August 1945 - The world can change in a day. Don't miss your daily edition of in-depth news (a day before the Hiroshima Bombing)
Thursday, 21 November 1963 - The world can change in a day. Don't miss your daily edition of in-depth news (a day before the JFK assassination)
Song in my mind: "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow".
Wow.
Anyway, just feeling like sharing these pictures.
I've been touched by them today. Hope they will touch you too.
Monday, 10 September 2001 - The world can change in a day. Don't miss your daily edition of in-depth news (a day before the 9/11 terrorist attack)
Sunday, 5 August 1945 - The world can change in a day. Don't miss your daily edition of in-depth news (a day before the Hiroshima Bombing)
Thursday, 21 November 1963 - The world can change in a day. Don't miss your daily edition of in-depth news (a day before the JFK assassination)
Song in my mind: "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow".
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Dear gun. Fear gun.
30 March 2007
New Zealand - "A 9-year-old boy shot his sister in the chest with an air rifle. Police said he should not have had access to a gun." Isn't that a little bit like 'stating the obvious?' I wonder what the parents are feeling now.
The irony here is that the gun that you've 'trusted' to protect you, could be the very gun that turns against you.
After the past Columbine High School incident in the U.S. (15 dead, including the two gunmen), I think it's pretty clear what damage gun is capable of.
However, with the U.S. Virginia Tech Campus Shooting two days ago (33 dead, including the gunman, Cho Seung Hui, a South Korean native), it's pretty clear that no one has learnt from the past mistakes. Seriously, having guns around is just not funny anymore.
And I'm totally disgusted at how easy it is own a gun these days. *Sigh. My fear is that there'll be more to come.
Does it look like anyone will relook into the gun ownership issue? From the looks of it so far? I say unlikely.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
When do you dig for gold?
Ahh... more than a week since I last posted.
Something unexpected happened yesterday.
And it calls for a post.
So, here goes:
Woke up at 6:45am...
Dressed in my Sunday best,
I went to church.
After singing beautiful praise songs,
We turned around to greet each other.
After warm smiles and firm handshakes,
We resume to worship our Almighty God.
Ohh... how awesome... er... HUH! What's that?
Someone's soft & gooey booger ball got stuck on my hand! ARGGHHH!
(Booger ball = nose shit rolled up in a ball)
Oh goodness me.
Now, I have a bit of phobia shaking hands.
Folks, please reserve the 'gold digging' activity in TOILETS!
Friday, April 06, 2007
The next time, you're angry, mop the floor.
I guess maybe that's what the criminal court in New York believes in, that mopping the floor helps distract angry people.
Naomi Campbell, 36, one of the world's most famous supermodels was sentenced to mop floors at New York's Sanitation Department for hitting her maid Ana Scolavino (she started mopping on 19 March 2007).
Campbell blames her temper on a lingering resentment toward her father for abandoning her as a child.
Poor thing. Just don't break the mop.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Get upgraded to first class for FREE!
All you have to do is just die on the plane.
LONDON (AP) — A first-class passenger on a flight from Delhi to London awoke find the corpse of a woman who had died in the economy cabin being placed in a seat next to him, British Airways said Monday.
The economy section of the flight was full, and the cabin crew needed to move the woman and her grieving family out of that compartment to give them some privacy, the airline said.
The first-class passenger, Paul Trinder, told the Sunday Times newspaper that he was sleeping during a February flight from India and woke up when the crew placed the dead woman in an empty seat near him.
"I didn't have a clue what was going on. The stewards just plonked the body down without saying a thing. I remember looking at this frail, sparrow-like woman and thinking she was very ill," the newspaper quoted Trinder as saying. "When I asked what was going on, I was shocked to hear she was dead."
British Airways said in a statement that about 10 passengers die each year in flight and that while each situation is dealt with on an individual basis, safety is paramount.
Poor thing. Imagine paying so much to sit in first class, only to find yourself being stuck with a decaying body for more than 5 hours. Sigh... I think I'll stick to economy class lah. Go AirAsia!
Anyway, if you still insist on travelling first class, try Singapore Airlines. They have 'corpse cupboards' on their planes. Anyone knows if MAS have this kind of 'similar facilities'?
LONDON (AP) — A first-class passenger on a flight from Delhi to London awoke find the corpse of a woman who had died in the economy cabin being placed in a seat next to him, British Airways said Monday.
The economy section of the flight was full, and the cabin crew needed to move the woman and her grieving family out of that compartment to give them some privacy, the airline said.
The first-class passenger, Paul Trinder, told the Sunday Times newspaper that he was sleeping during a February flight from India and woke up when the crew placed the dead woman in an empty seat near him.
"I didn't have a clue what was going on. The stewards just plonked the body down without saying a thing. I remember looking at this frail, sparrow-like woman and thinking she was very ill," the newspaper quoted Trinder as saying. "When I asked what was going on, I was shocked to hear she was dead."
British Airways said in a statement that about 10 passengers die each year in flight and that while each situation is dealt with on an individual basis, safety is paramount.
Poor thing. Imagine paying so much to sit in first class, only to find yourself being stuck with a decaying body for more than 5 hours. Sigh... I think I'll stick to economy class lah. Go AirAsia!
Anyway, if you still insist on travelling first class, try Singapore Airlines. They have 'corpse cupboards' on their planes. Anyone knows if MAS have this kind of 'similar facilities'?
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Response of a 3-year-old
Oh no! I posted an incomplete video of this cute cute fella, you must watch again. This is complete. Love the end bit!!!
Waiting for tomorrow to come.
Tomorrow is a day off for all my company's staff (if a public holiday falls on a Saturday, Friday automatically becomes a day off).
Why?
Because my company believes that we deserve to enjoy the public holiday. However, if we don't work on Saturdays anyway, how to enjoy? So, they replace it on Friday lor.
Anyway, I've been hanging out with one of my colleagues quite a bit lately, she's this 50++ I think. A secretary. Let's give her a name - HL
HL: CC, I went to the wedding expo at KLPAC on Sunday. Was thinking of calling someone to come along with me. Aiyah, I should have called you lah. You're at a 'marriagable age'!
CC: (sweat) Haha... Oh, izzit? Erm, so, what's in the wedding expo?
HL: Many things. I went because of my son & daughter. Both of them might be tying the knot within these few years. Oh, do you know, now they are offering photo packages like "Hong Kong", "Bali", "Taiwan"...
CC: (cutting her off) Oh... I know... I know... Those backdrops with Hong Kong or Bali scenery izzit?
HL: (eyes big big) No no no... you FLY TO Hong Kong, Bali etc to TAKE PICTURES.
CC: (eyes big big) Did your children sign up for that?
HL: Yea, my son gave deposit already.
CC: (eyes still big big) You mean photoshoot, accomodation, airfare etc included?
HL: Haha... No, just the photographer's fee.
CC: (blink) (silence) (blink again). Ahem, HL, I have work to do, talk to you later, k? Thanks anyway.
Back at my cubicle, I have only one thought in my mind - THAT PACKAGE GOOD MEH?
Why?
Because my company believes that we deserve to enjoy the public holiday. However, if we don't work on Saturdays anyway, how to enjoy? So, they replace it on Friday lor.
Anyway, I've been hanging out with one of my colleagues quite a bit lately, she's this 50++ I think. A secretary. Let's give her a name - HL
HL: CC, I went to the wedding expo at KLPAC on Sunday. Was thinking of calling someone to come along with me. Aiyah, I should have called you lah. You're at a 'marriagable age'!
CC: (sweat) Haha... Oh, izzit? Erm, so, what's in the wedding expo?
HL: Many things. I went because of my son & daughter. Both of them might be tying the knot within these few years. Oh, do you know, now they are offering photo packages like "Hong Kong", "Bali", "Taiwan"...
CC: (cutting her off) Oh... I know... I know... Those backdrops with Hong Kong or Bali scenery izzit?
HL: (eyes big big) No no no... you FLY TO Hong Kong, Bali etc to TAKE PICTURES.
CC: (eyes big big) Did your children sign up for that?
HL: Yea, my son gave deposit already.
CC: (eyes still big big) You mean photoshoot, accomodation, airfare etc included?
HL: Haha... No, just the photographer's fee.
CC: (blink) (silence) (blink again). Ahem, HL, I have work to do, talk to you later, k? Thanks anyway.
Back at my cubicle, I have only one thought in my mind - THAT PACKAGE GOOD MEH?
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Omg, so cute! I'll marry the guy who will do this to me.
Human is so far behind when it comes to courting the opposite sex. Sigh... I wanna be a bird.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Ok. I told myself one video per day. But sigh, I can't help it. This is too funny.
Very weird... Love the last part.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Ahhh... Saved by the...
Hot spring.
Went for a long soak last Sunday.
And, soothed my achy-breaky bones right away.
But hey, how come my baju so oily one?
SHOOT! Don't tell me... the uncle in front of me...
Argh, maybe 42 degree celcius caused his body fats to leak out!
Sigh... Wonderful experience nonetheless.
NOTE: Please bathe yourself thoroughly after each visit.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Bitchitude 101
The six prominent ones that I've met so far.
Flower-mouth bitch:
A bitch who loves language and that includes some word choices that a few of you categorize as foul.
Bicker bitch:
A bitch who adores freedom of speech, but only speak freely behind people's backs!
Heartless bitch:
A bitch who says, "I don't have the time and interest to cater to your needs. I have enough worries of my own. Sh*t, my toenail's chipped!"
Gesture bitch:
A bitch who wishes to have more middle fingers.
Never indebted bitch:
A bitch who thinks the world owes her, well, the world.
Master of all bitches:
A.k.a the 'I'm the greatest gift to mankind' bitch.
Flower-mouth bitch:
A bitch who loves language and that includes some word choices that a few of you categorize as foul.
Bicker bitch:
A bitch who adores freedom of speech, but only speak freely behind people's backs!
Heartless bitch:
A bitch who says, "I don't have the time and interest to cater to your needs. I have enough worries of my own. Sh*t, my toenail's chipped!"
Gesture bitch:
A bitch who wishes to have more middle fingers.
Never indebted bitch:
A bitch who thinks the world owes her, well, the world.
Master of all bitches:
A.k.a the 'I'm the greatest gift to mankind' bitch.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
I want the sun.
Bumped into an ex-colleague yesterday.
"Wah, you're so fair dy."
"Haha... really? Maybe because I hardly come out from the office nowadays."
My mum told me "一白遮三丑" --- loosely translated as 'a white complexion is powerful enough to hide three times of ugliness'. Sigh, unfortunately, instead of feeling fair & beautiful, I feel I'm just more 'pale' from the late nights and crazy workload.
Anyway, it's midnight (hear the old grandpa clock chiming?) And thank God, approval was finally given. This would be the earliest night for me to get an approval for my work, this entire week.
Can go home dy. Happy sigh...
Hope I catch a glimpse of sunset tomorrow.
Haven't seen it for a month. That thought makes me sick.
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