"President Bush recently had some polyps removed from his colon. Sometimes polyps can turn cancerous, but I doubt his are. After all, President Bush hasn’t had much luck finding weapons of ass destruction."
- The Dilbert Blog
HA HA HA!
The musings of a overworked, under-rested mind goes online. Bringing a couple of smiles and perhaps inspire a few ideas, and get some inspiration back. And if you believe this will make me talk less, there's a bridge over in London I'd like to sell you. Cheap.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Celebrity Look Alike
I've gotten so many comments that I look like the bad guy from the 7pm TCS 8 show that I think I am condemned by the majority of the auntie population in Singapore.
Siggh...
On the plus side, I will NEVER, EVER wear pink on a daily basis. My last birthday doesn't count.
Friday, July 13, 2007
FINALLY ONE.
Finally. Someone took a good picture of me. YES!!!! Thanks HB! See what I mean by leaving the job to the experts?
I'm shiny... heh heh heh...
The Bits Romance Authors Miss
"If you want your Prince Charming to ride in on a horse, expect him to smell like one too."
- ME. In a conversation with a friend about men and women.
- ME. In a conversation with a friend about men and women.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Lost My Phone. Again.
Nabeh. I swear. I will find a detonator, fix it in my next hand phone, and fucking blow the hand off the bastard who steals it. Time for some Old Testament justice for fuckers who steal handphones.
Oh, if ya'll reading this, MSN, email, call, and gimme your phone number again. Aight?
Oh, if ya'll reading this, MSN, email, call, and gimme your phone number again. Aight?
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Age VS Maturity
"Age has NOTHING on maturity. It just means that the person's got more practice being a kid."
- ME. In a conversation with a friend at 3:30am.
- ME. In a conversation with a friend at 3:30am.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
One Day
I hope that...
I am Asian by descent, Singaporean by birth, International in outlook.
I am proud of my roots, so much so I can meet people and appreciate their difference.
I am confident enough to acknowledge my inadequacies, and learn from everyone that I meet.
I am loud enough to get an echo from another person's soul.
I listen to the space between words, and hear what someone is trying to say, not the words he is speaking.
I am attractive, not handsome.
I am wealthy, AND rich.
I have knowledge, and wisdom enough to use it.
Oh and I reckon I'll get married by 75. If I believe I am mature enough for marriage.
I am Asian by descent, Singaporean by birth, International in outlook.
I am proud of my roots, so much so I can meet people and appreciate their difference.
I am confident enough to acknowledge my inadequacies, and learn from everyone that I meet.
I am loud enough to get an echo from another person's soul.
I listen to the space between words, and hear what someone is trying to say, not the words he is speaking.
I am attractive, not handsome.
I am wealthy, AND rich.
I have knowledge, and wisdom enough to use it.
Oh and I reckon I'll get married by 75. If I believe I am mature enough for marriage.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Look Mom, No Hair
Conclusions after I have done the Hair for Hope Charity Drive for the Children's Cancer Foundation?
I have absolutely NO ability at cam whoring.
I have absolutely NO ability at cam whoring.
HB, Jan, and all you other photo types. HELP!
On a side note, why in the world did they wash my hair before taking it all off? And now that it's off. Soap, like the rest of the body, or shampoo, even without hair?
Another One Bites the Dust
One phone call was all it took.
Fuck. Didn't know what to say.
He wasn't close. I know him, knew him as my junior in dance. Seen him around at MoS once.
Never really talked, never really communicated. Still, it was someone I know. Knew.
Don't know why he didn't confide in the friends he had. Maybe he wants to put up a front, the jester. I know that mask all too well.
A lil late now.
I don't miss him, but when they played RnB on Saturday night at China One, it's too close for comfort, and though I liked the song, I can't dance. Not then.
I reckon, as long as we remember, they're never really gone.
To the people we know and lost. Cheers. May we never forget life.
Fuck. Didn't know what to say.
He wasn't close. I know him, knew him as my junior in dance. Seen him around at MoS once.
Never really talked, never really communicated. Still, it was someone I know. Knew.
Don't know why he didn't confide in the friends he had. Maybe he wants to put up a front, the jester. I know that mask all too well.
A lil late now.
I don't miss him, but when they played RnB on Saturday night at China One, it's too close for comfort, and though I liked the song, I can't dance. Not then.
I reckon, as long as we remember, they're never really gone.
To the people we know and lost. Cheers. May we never forget life.
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