I MIGHT BE SHORT BUT I AM THE BOSS

22 November 2008
Saturday (31 Degree Celsius)
Afternoon @ 1600 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 猜不透 by 丁當
Mood: *I ish Ok Lah*

Was walking home after work last evening when suddenly a sense of strangeness overwhelmed me… It is a strange feeling, you know, those kind of funny feeling that you can’t put a word to it… it seems like wrong but the left feels right… you know, those kind of things…

Anyway, here’s a rundown of the weeks of missing in action

10, 11, 12 … November … Cow, I don’t recall anything significance…damn…

Oh cow… let’s see… deep down in my grey matter… anything I could remember?

I know I did a couple of runs and weights, trying to keep fit for IPPT. Then I kena arrowed for race duty on Wednesday. Not to come across as being a wuss but it did spoil my entire day and night.

Oh yes, raining season is here. Got a lot more rain than usual. As usual too, it never rains in here, it Pours. Ya ya…

Spending the days with my honey, night and day, day and night. Ah, we also started on our mission to raise money for our future home. How? We gona be prudent (make that extra prudent) in our expenditure and income. Future home with my Love, Here we come. Be good and stay there ok? We will return… don’t run run around…

Anyway, before I go, did you know that Louis Vuitton, ya, that French dude of leather "luxury" goods, will make you a special one-off case for anything you ask for. If you can throw down the cash to pay for the work that is. That brings us back to the question of how outrageous is outrageous?

Apparently also, this is not a new service, just that I have never heard of it until today, when me, in my state of semi consciousness, stumbled upon the most ridiculous tech accessory I've ever seen. Who could blame me… It is like… A Bag, any bag for anything… Oh well, told you its good to be rich…

It's an iPod carrying trunk made of black Taiga leather with brass embellishments and a red microfiber interior made to spec for Chanel designer Karl Lagerfeld. Don't believe me is it? Dude had his red initials engraved on top of the lid (As KL, what else)

The majestic travel case houses a smaller drawer inside that can hold 20 iPods at once along with chargers, headphones, Maltese Falcons, and other accessories in Karl's mysterious cache. Karl’s also instructed LV to cut him a compartment specifically for his precious JBL Creature iPod speakers and subwoofer combo.

Wait, back up a bit...why does he have 20 iPods? And what, JBL Creature speakers? Are you kidding me? Is there a spot in there for his Apple Newton and spare floppy disks, too? Someone should probably escort Mr. Lagerfeld to the nearest external hard drive shop and blow his mind. After that, maybe a crash course on the progressive history of laptops and the current state of high fidelity speakers. Actually, forget it; maybe he can just pay Louis Vuitton to build him a leather-wrapped time machine to transport him back to 2004

Like I said, everything and anything is all B.S. The only truth is… It gona be take a while…

THE MUD ON MY FACE IS SOIL, MY SOIL

9 November 2008
Sunday (25 Degree Celsius)
Morning @ 0900 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 猜不透 by 丁當
Mood: *I ish Sick, Sibei Sick*

It doesn’t help that while working last afternoon, I have to compete with headache, body aching, the need to kick some ass, the love for my admin assistant(S)!! and my… real work. Damn, it wasn’t too good initially, with all these factors but gradually, it becometh better than it got worse, than got better, got worse… The whole cycle just go on for a couple of spins till now. I am keeping my finger crossed. Hopefully I am really feeling better…

Speaking of racial minority becoming a leader of the masses; don’t say minority race, other country folks of the same race also damn cheebye difficult if you know what I mean (as shown below)…

You see, I was walking home many nights ago when from afar, I saw 2 bicycles on their way towards me... Usually I will try to keep clear for them to pass safely but on that night, something else crop up…

Something LIKE Both were not riding singly; they ride side by side, talking cheebye cock to each other. It is like this scenario, either I stop in my track, get off the cemented road and onto the muddy grass patch or risk getting bicycle crashed to injuries… then it happened. A ray of damn bright spot of LED punctured through the darken skies… onto my face. I looked up and had a revelation

I lived in my estate for as far as I can remembered
I have been walking in that lane for as far as my leg can start moving around
I studied diligently at the school next to it
I recited my pledge and sang the national anthem on that school atrium every day
I run many many many miles on the jogging path alongside it
I sweat many a ton from my walk back from my national service for 2 ½ years
I certainly paid my fair share of taxes to maintain and upkeep the road
I even will kiss the cemented pathway… if need arises lah

Then WHY the fuck I should back out onto the grass patch and let the foreign trash pass just so that they can fucking talking cock with each other.

This is my land, THIS IS MY MOTHERLAND. I TOIL AND SWEAT FOR THE SURVIVAL OF MY MOTHERLAND. I serve my nation, protecting its interest and do my duty as a citizen. Then why can’t I even walk on my land?

So I did what I am entitled to… I walk bravely (even risk getting crash), confidently and defiantly towards the incoming barrage. One of the cyclist (whose race shall remain unknown henceforth), sensing my intent and bend on killing him, decided it is in his best interest to slow down; quite abruptly and nearly got itself swerved off course (and thereby maybe, just maybe getting killed…) But I don’t give a hoot… I seriously do NOT give a SHIT. This is my motherland and I have every damn right to walk the cemented path! The rest of the cheebye foreign trash can go and fuck themselves.

The mud on my face is soil, MY SOIL!

Ah, the perilous of living my life.

Before I go, here’s something for my honey…

I will be honest, patient, gentle, (trying) to be less senile and to hug you at every given opportunity (even if I have to MAKE ONE) and planting that kiss when you least notice it. And that you will be forgiving towards my idiosyncrasy and my stupidity (at times lah). But above all, I promise to treasure and care for you and in every way, to be worthy of your love. I love you.

FOUND ON ANOTHER BABY’S TEE: ALL I WANTED WAS A BLOWJOB

6 November 2008
Thursday (34 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2200 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 断线 by 万芳
Mood: *I am not very the fucking pleased*

I am not very pleased.

I just lost 30K in my CPF investment account. Last year I did an investment sum of 45K and now it is worth only a third of its value… No words can express my immerse displeasure. I mean, what can have happened to wipe 2/3 of its value off, just like that. Oh yes, I forgot, it is for LONG TERM. That is what people who has no idea, absolutely at all or gave a shit to you would say. I am guessing one for each of the person whom sold me the plans.

And when life is old so B.E.A.U.Tiful , you know there will be some asshole who will fucked it up, dearly. For one, I know shits of the things I am paying for in my insurance and I am not very pleased about that. My insurance agent is crap. Basically just pure shit; never mind he say until like so smart like that. At the end of the day, He is nothing but a whole bollocks of hot fucking air. Come on! Just consolidate all my insurance thingy very difficult meh? Nabei Vagina…

One thing to solve at a time. I want to make sure everything I am paying for in Insurance is what I wanted and actually know what the fuck I am paying for. Fucking cows… As you can see, I am not at all very happy about things now… And whoever fuck get on my nerve, you fucking will die cock standing. I am pretty sure about that too. So stay away, you have been forewarned.

On a happier note (though I am still like shit), my sister-in-law is pregnant and my kid brother is gona be a dad soon (like in another 7 more months). This has got to be the highlight of next year events. My kid little brother is gona be a Dad! Gosh, that’s awesome! And I am going to be an Uncle! And My honey gona be an Aunty! *silence* Errm, Honey honey honey gona be Aunty

Of course, the happiest person on earth (beside my kid brother, sister-in-law, honey, etc etc) has to be my mum. She was practically grinning ear to ear since last morning. And for obvious reason (she has been using the HE to address the baby), she has assumed the little Billy Jr to be… well, Billy Junior. That is, I am guessing too, an equivalent of a BOY. I hate to break the news to her, it is only like 6 weeks, how to know what sex. But then, some things are better left unsaid. Who knows…

Oh yes, Obama is the 44th President of the United States. Damn… Joe Biden is the next Vice President (Double Damned). Someone should vote Sarah Palin and Tina Fey to be the next incumbent. If you know who Palin and Fey are, you are fucking brilliant. Go on, Congrats yourself for being knowledgeable. Sadly, these types of tête-à-tête never ever popped out during discussion with anyone nowadays. It is not the type of conversation that will excite anyone in my circles now. How things have changed. It is no longer politics and social issues but money, sex and brooze, yes, those kinds of things. Just plain oh Human’s issues… Why am I even bothered to carry the burden of such pain and mind numbing recurrences?

At times, I felt like kicking fucking humans, knowing how people around me are like… Laymen? Just a wholesome bunch of Simple Old Folks, trying to make their way home. Mere mortals whom only interests are sex, money and brooze. Maybe, just maybe, love. But I digress…

I don’t have to bear this shit… But then, to what purpose… To what fucking purpose. Here’s a toast to a simple life. I am walking with the masses, with no purpose and no direction. We are lost and we can never ever get out. We are fucked… No, I am fucked. Yes, that sort of drift…

Oh fuck, Just fucking shut the fuck up… seriously