OH WELL… ANOTHER SAD OLD DAY…
12 October 2008
Sunday (30 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2130 (Singapore Time)
Listen: No Songs…Brain no strength today
Mood: *I am ok, seriously*
OH WELL… ANOTHER SAD OLD DAY…
It was ok, really… minus a TON of shit, I supposed, it is still OK… but really…
I was in Hong Kong since Tuesday and only got back on Saturday night. It was a nice getaway and a relatively enjoyable experience being my first time in HK. Did the official visit to my HK counterparts and spend some time at night wandering around the shopping area. Bought a couple of books, shot glasses and mugs (yup, restrict to these for my collections… and yes, in those order too).
Reach home, my honey wasn’t feeling too good about my lack of concern/love/understanding/etc. But after a good fillet-o-fish meal, some 2 hours later and with my love birds’ Swarovski crystals series, we are good. Btw, those Love Birds are cute… Will post some in my facebook for the mere mortals to ogre. And Ogre you must… Oh fuck… I’m still in blue… and why? Cos Damn the Car… Seriously
I am beginning not to like my car so much. For all its glory, there are like millions of flaws just waiting to be discovered (sounds like Women… haha). Firstly, the side mirrors refuse to close when I locked the car (via keyless entry), then my car stereo LCD decided to play punk and refuse to light up and now, tyre kena a damn nail. A NAIL!! COME ON, why would any fucker leave nails lying around!!
Cheebye… After one week away, I have tons of mails to look through, millions of blank checks to sign, and still have to service my car. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow, I will have to be at office by 6am and hopefully gone by 9am, so that I could have my car serviced. This ain’t my week… really…
First day in HK kena the cold bug, whole body damn weak and yet still have to walk around, pretend to be interested and worst still, the nose kept losing its seal. Then my golf today was fucking bad. Everybody were hitting like Pro while stupid bird is worst than a novice. Then came the tyre thingy… Told you it was a bad week. Never mind that the World financial markets just crashed for a straight 5 trading days, hitting rock bottom with no depth in sight.
But somehow, that kept me thinking for a while; like how my bonds are performing. BAD Judgment, BAD BAD Judgment. Haiz, hopefully with some effort on the celestial powers thingy, it will rebound in time for me to recoup my losses and establish a cost neutral situation. But then, knowing my luck, alas, some things are better leave unsaid and undefined. Still, the losses are a little hard to stomach, even by my standard… seriously… but hey, that’s life.
To end, let’s enjoy a little humor to kill the time, the blues and help to fill up my page too…
After numerous rounds of "We don't know if Mat Selamat is still alive", ol’ Mat himself decided to send WKS a letter in his own handwriting to let him know he was still in the game.
WKS opened the letter which appeared to contain a single line of coded message:
370HSSV 0773H.
Sunday (30 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2130 (Singapore Time)
Listen: No Songs…Brain no strength today
Mood: *I am ok, seriously*
OH WELL… ANOTHER SAD OLD DAY…
It was ok, really… minus a TON of shit, I supposed, it is still OK… but really…
I was in Hong Kong since Tuesday and only got back on Saturday night. It was a nice getaway and a relatively enjoyable experience being my first time in HK. Did the official visit to my HK counterparts and spend some time at night wandering around the shopping area. Bought a couple of books, shot glasses and mugs (yup, restrict to these for my collections… and yes, in those order too).
Reach home, my honey wasn’t feeling too good about my lack of concern/love/understanding/etc. But after a good fillet-o-fish meal, some 2 hours later and with my love birds’ Swarovski crystals series, we are good. Btw, those Love Birds are cute… Will post some in my facebook for the mere mortals to ogre. And Ogre you must… Oh fuck… I’m still in blue… and why? Cos Damn the Car… Seriously
I am beginning not to like my car so much. For all its glory, there are like millions of flaws just waiting to be discovered (sounds like Women… haha). Firstly, the side mirrors refuse to close when I locked the car (via keyless entry), then my car stereo LCD decided to play punk and refuse to light up and now, tyre kena a damn nail. A NAIL!! COME ON, why would any fucker leave nails lying around!!
Cheebye… After one week away, I have tons of mails to look through, millions of blank checks to sign, and still have to service my car. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow, I will have to be at office by 6am and hopefully gone by 9am, so that I could have my car serviced. This ain’t my week… really…
First day in HK kena the cold bug, whole body damn weak and yet still have to walk around, pretend to be interested and worst still, the nose kept losing its seal. Then my golf today was fucking bad. Everybody were hitting like Pro while stupid bird is worst than a novice. Then came the tyre thingy… Told you it was a bad week. Never mind that the World financial markets just crashed for a straight 5 trading days, hitting rock bottom with no depth in sight.
But somehow, that kept me thinking for a while; like how my bonds are performing. BAD Judgment, BAD BAD Judgment. Haiz, hopefully with some effort on the celestial powers thingy, it will rebound in time for me to recoup my losses and establish a cost neutral situation. But then, knowing my luck, alas, some things are better leave unsaid and undefined. Still, the losses are a little hard to stomach, even by my standard… seriously… but hey, that’s life.
To end, let’s enjoy a little humor to kill the time, the blues and help to fill up my page too…
After numerous rounds of "We don't know if Mat Selamat is still alive", ol’ Mat himself decided to send WKS a letter in his own handwriting to let him know he was still in the game.
WKS opened the letter which appeared to contain a single line of coded message:
370HSSV 0773H.
WKS was baffled, so he e-mailed it to Police Commissioner. He and his aides had no clue either, so they sent it to the CID. No one could solve it at the CID so it went to the ISD, then to the MSD.
With no clue as to its meaning, the MSD finally asked their NSF for help. Within a few seconds the NSF called back with this reply: "Tell WKS he's holding the message upside down."
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