Monday, December 31, 2007
2. I shall keep the current phone I have right now, till the end of the year.
3. I shall cut down on swearing, except behind the wheel.
Baby steps, baby steps... Review every month end. Let's go!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
The guitar was a good shield against incoming drinks.
Note to self: Bring guitar for drinking sessions. Ask to be paid in cash, not kinds. Oh, and learn a few more songs.
Monday, December 24, 2007
And here's a random fact about me. I. Do. Not. Party. On. Christmas. Or the eve for that matter.
This is the one day of the year, I believe to spend with the people that are significant to me, rather than making out with a hot, random woman in a dark corner of a club.
That's not to say that I'll say no, if some hot, random woman wants to snog me when I walk past on the streets. But priorities go to my friends, and my family at this time.
Here's a shout out to thank those who made me who I am. I'm sure the world will forgive you, one day. I'll thank each one of your individually.
So this is the season for love. Go out and do some loving. But be safe doing it.
Friday, December 21, 2007
It's times like this that you know, that I am loved by the powers that be.
Cheer leaders with short skirts and beer. It was a good game.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Get that stolen gadget back!
With the advancement of technology, more and more gadgets are getting smaller packing much more information than before.
When a device like your mobile phone, pda phone, blackberry, iPod, digital camera, USB flash drive or your Mac laptop is stolen, it's not just the pain of never getting it BAK2u again but also the very real risk of losing all your invaluable data too.
Most importantly, why risk it all to identity theft? You do not know who now holds your device with all that information.
Act now not later.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
There, I said it. Put me by the side of a building, and I get sweaty palms, my legs start to tremble and I have an overwhelming urge to run away from the vertigo. The same with toe socks and Teletubbies.
And that's the reason why I think I'm gonna go take up skydiving.
I am also terrified of climbing high in life, and then getting arrogant, getting snotty and walk around with a swagger that says that my balls are too big for my pants and my head so large that the DHL can use me for a balloon. Actually come to think of it, I'm not afraid of climbing, I am afraid of becoming arrogant.
So this is a thank you to all those people that keep my head firmly between my shoulders.
My mates that remind me that no matter how high I go, I still look shite in a pink dress.
My family who, in spite of everything that has happened to me so far, still think far better of me than I deserve. I will never be able to pay my dad back for raising me, my mom for making sure I will always have dinner if I want it, and my brother for volunteering to kick the ass of anyone who he hears slandering his big brother.
The people I meet no matter how briefly. I thank you because you teach me something, and that no matter how high I climb, there's always something more for me to learn, and therefore S² (Sit the f*** down and Shut the F*** up) and take notes.
"The higher you climb, the more humble you must be."
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thank you Jean for involving me in the project. Thanks to Ridz, Alice, Tianhong, and Ridzuan's friend who I forgot the name of, for putting up with my endless chatter. The effects of sleep deprivation is insidious.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Foxer's pretty responsible. Anyone that comes to the gate at my grandma's place, he'll rush out to bark his head off. When that someone puts a hand on the gate latch, he feels it has done his duty, and heads back to his usual place under this really big table in the front yard.
Foxer is generous. Unless we chase away the neighbourhood cats from his dinner, he'll lie under his table and wait for them to eat their fill before sauntering out to eat whatever's left. After a few years of chasing off those persistent cats, we just put 4 portions of food in the bowl.
Foxer is tolerant, he'd bear with all of us kids mucking about with him despite warnings from our parents about how dirty he is. I believe that half the dirt on him was contributed by us.
Foxer helped with our education. We used to pull the ticks and fleas off his skin, spray them individually with repellent to see if they die. They don't. We always wondered if they get shunned by the rest of their gang because of the BO.
Foxer was really old when my grandma moved and the new place didn't have a garden and didn't allowed big dogs. I heard he was put down, but I guess I was a little too young to fully understand what was going on.
When I drove past my grandma's old place today, the rambutan, mango and starfruit trees are not there anymore. The big plot of land is now seperated into 2 huge semi-Ds. Well, time may have past, but the memories remain.
I don't miss Foxer. I don't miss my childhood days. But they still are precious jewels in my memory that I take out sometimes to polish and smile over.
Take it easy, Foxer.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Thanks HB for getting my friends and I free tix into Zoukout. Lack of sleep and pre-party drinks do not mix well. As I keep telling myself, and I keep forgetting.
Hey Ecstacy, Damn good to finally meet you man. I'll collect my stuff from you, and get you a teh tarik in the process. (Note the lack of alcohol in that statement.)
Turns out drummer boy's lil sister is my junior in dance. It's a small world after all. What up Steph!
For the rest of the folks that I have met, and do not remember because there's wayyy too much booze in me, I apologize. Thank you ALL for taking care of me.
Now to find a replacement for that LCD screen that I broke... I am officially anathema to new phones as well.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Now I haven't been to a basketball game since National schools in JC, and those of you who have seen me playing with balls
In bowling, it's a miracle if it goes past to the realm of 3 digits. In pool, I make everyone else look good. Soccer, I get my face whacked by the ball so many times, I actually make a decent goal keeper. The last I stopped cos it was getting too expensive replacing spectacles.
But, what. an. experience.
First up, the corporate box. Fwah. Talk about getting up close and personal to the action.
And the fringe benefits, free beer. Nuff said.
Game's pretty exciting. You know, I think now, that everyone should go to a Slingers game, if you haven't been to one. There is something immensely satisfying about shouting and getting involved in a basketball game.
Maybe it's the air-crobatics that you see on NBA but you know you can never do.
Maybe it's the excitement and anticipation that comes with every pass, every rebound, every shot that when you blink you might miss a one-in-a-lifetime moment.
Maybe it's the cheerleaders. (It might be sacrilegous to say it but as much as I enjoyed thegame, I looked forward to the time-outs as well.)
Next time round, we're gonna educate the ang mohs about our Singaporean version of cheers, shouts and jeers. Starting with the infamous "REFEREE KAYU".
Pictures, refer to these trigger-happy folks:
Andy (of course)
Finally a big Thank YOU to Nic who got us the tix. Brilliant game, wish you were here.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Good to know that guys aren't the only people who have problems with blood rushing everywhere else but the brain when we meet the person we like.