[Burnt skin and broken backs....]
I'm not too sure when Qing Ming is, but we observed our's yesterday. We visited a total of five graves. Lots of stories to share, since not all of them are at LCK. But that's not what this is about.
As expected, I got my annual sunburn. What I did not expect was getting the worst backache of my life.
I sat weird in the car on the way back. The moment I got off the car, I knew I was screwed. My back's never been the same since NS and I've had several back episodes since then, but this is the first time where I could not stand up straight and had to resort to painkillers to keep myself going.
[Unnatural death...]
A woman was killed today at Clementi MRT station. News reports state that she was killed after being hit by a train. They didn't say whether was it an accident or suicide.
"SMRT is assisting the police in their investigations of the case, which has been classified as unnatural death."
I don't know about you, but I think dying after being hit by a train is pretty natural. The only thing unnatural about it would be if someone got hit by a train and didn't die.
[Stuff on bus...]
A Gardenia bread truck drove by the bus today. There were pictures of bread printed on the truck and one of the things I noticed was this phrase, "Sliced for your convenience."
Name one brand of bread which isn't sliced. Go ahead. Name one. Just one.
Aren't all bread pre-sliced now? Do you really want to use this as your selling point?
I saw this guy on the bus today. He looks and dresses like a university student, but he was "reading" a book about fighter planes so I can't say for sure. Anyway, since I was standing, I glanced down at his book and realised he wasn't really reading it. His ears were plugged in into his iPod and he was watching a video on his iPod, below the fighter plane book, on his lap.
Reminds me of the times I had a comic hidden behind my textbook in class. Question is, why is he doing that on the bus?
[Holding hands...]
I saw this stand-up comedy performance by Russell Peters some time back. For those who don't know, he's an Indian-Canadian. Indian as in the country, not Native American.
He talked about being in India for a performance and was shocked to see grown Indian men holding hands. Not because they were gay, but because they were "good friends".
I thought maybe he was bullshitting about this. It sounds too weird. Why would two heterosexual guys, regardless of whether were they "good friends" or not, hold hands? That's just weird. Guys don't like touching other guys.
As it turns out, I think he wasn't kidding. They actually do do that. I was at Jurong Point yesterday and I saw two Indian men holding hands. They don't look gay or anything...Except for the holding hands part. They don't look local neither. I guess they're probably foreign workers. It was so...Weird. I whipped out my phone to take a picture, but before I was ready, they've released their grip on one another.
[I'm not selling anything!]
Earlier, on my way home from work, I stopped at BP Plaza to run some errands. I was approached by a promoter from HSBC. She caught my eye, and said, "Hi, don't worry, I'm not selling anything...." I was too tired to be bothered with her so I just smiled, shook my head and walked off. I was about to go up the escalator anyway.
I regretted it almost immediately. I thought that if the conversation continued, it could wind up something like this...
Her: Hi, don't worry, I'm not selling anything... Me: (cutting her off) So you're just talking to random strangers? Her: Er...Yes... Me: (cutting her off) Weren't you taught not to talk to strangers? Her: (stunned) Me: Lucky for you, I'm not a bad guy. If I was a bad guy, you could be dead by now. Her: Actually, I want to share with you HSBC's latest promotion.... Me: So you are selling something. Her: Well, not exactly... Me: So you're not selling anything. Just talking to strangers for no good reason? Her: Well, HSBC is having... Me: (cutting her off) So you are selling something? Her: Yes.... Me: (cutting her off) But you said you weren't selling anything. Her: (stunned) Me: Liar! (walks off)
[Six o'clock...]
What does six o'clock mean to you?
I just realised this today. At six o'clock, I can be on either side of the joy/sorrow spectrum. Actually no, that's not exactly right. But I think you'll get what I mean...
At 6am, it's sorrow. Time to get up and get ready for work. At 6pm, it's joy because it's time to go home!
What a difference twelve hours make.
I try to get along with everyone, especially at work, because you never know when you need someone else's help. But to be honest, I'm very easily irritated. Given a choice, I probably won't associate or even talk to maybe 30% of my colleagues.
One of them really stands out from the rest.
She's married with two sons. I got to say, her husband is a better man than I am. No way in hell would I be able to put up with her crap character. I wonder who's more mature - her, or her sons. Maybe it's a tie.
There's really no point in me going on and on about her here. No one here knows who she is, nor the context. I've given her countless chances, and she went over the line each and everytime. She offends people with her big mouth, and I've had enough of her.
There are players, and there are those who are being played. Being relatively new, I've put up with being played. I think it's time for me to become a player.
[Let's be friends!]
There's this person. By all accounts, life dealt said-person a cruel hand in life. Not much in the looks nor height department. Life at home was tough. It's almost hard to imagine a family with such old-fashioned values in this day and age. It's 2009, for God's sake.
Said-person is not easy to get along with. I've had first-hand experience in this area. Something that would require one man-hour to complete...Well, if you're with said-person, you'd need two or more man-hours. Said-person can't perform at the grandest (?) stage of them all, so much has to be done before then. Suffer the poor souls who are by said-person's side.
Said-person's MSN is often bitching about life. I guess said-person has reasons to be angry. Said-person is always complaining about other people. The world's a big place, and there's no way you'd get along with everyone you met. If you can't get along with Person A, that's just the way it is. If you can't get along with Person B, maybe it's Person B. If you can't get along with Person C neither...Well, maybe it's you.
Said-person is very active on social networking sites. I've received so many invitations/requests from said-person until I've lost count. So active in making friends online, so hard to get along with in real-life.
Maybe you should just be nicer in the real world.
With all our advances in technology, I wish they could make pants that wouldn't go like this:
That's just gross. Even the guy next to him can't stand it. And how can you sit like that? Where do your balls go?
No offense to anyone out there, but I can't stand guys who sit like this. Much less when they sit like this and their pants hike up and make them look like bamboo plants with pants.
[Crazy neighbour...]
I met my neighbour at the lift landing today. We had a conversation, he asked me where I worked. I told him, he didn't know, and asked for the physical location. I told him, and he acted like he knew.
The crazy thing is, this is the third time we've had this conversation. And it flowed pretty much the same from start to end. This guy's a dink. If you didn't really care to remember, don't ask.
I was actually writing out our conversation when I realised that it didn't make much sense, as I didn't want to reveal where I work. Aragh.
I left the office late today. I won't be in office tomorrow, so I had to finish something which was needed by my colleague on Thursday.
By the time I left, traffic was horrid. Public transport was shit. I'm still unhappy about it, but I no longer get as worked up as I was in the past. Until today. Our world-class public transport system gave me something else to get pissed about.
I got on the LRT at CCK at about 7:30pm. At 8pm, I was at Keat Hong. Two stations away from CCK. Why? Because the LRT's fucked. Again.
An insane number of people take the LRT during peak hours. The insanity of it all is increased when you see how small the LRT train really is. To their credit, they realised that demand exceeded supply so they increased the number of trains during peak hours. But the design of the tracks at CCK was such that if the incoming train hasn't reached the station, the one at the station can't leave. This means a much longer waiting time - the train would arrive at the station, and wait for the next train to arrive (on the other platform) before moving off.
That's not the only choke-point. There's one more at Phoenix. It is due to a somewhat-similar problem as CCK, so I won't go into it. While they've tried to increase capacity, the LRT system itself could not support nor handle the additional demand.
There's actually a very simple solution to all this. Use double-carriage trains during peak hours. What's the use of sending out single-carriage trains? Double-carriage trains effectively double the capacity without any of the too-many-trains-on-the-track problem.
My wonderful solution aside, the trains today wouldn't move for some reason. I've traveled two stations in 25 minutes. I was fucking pissed. They finally decided to acknowledge the problem and made an announcement, but the guy on the PA system was mumbling the whole time and I had no idea what the hell he said. I got off and took a cab home instead.
I can't wait to get my own wheels. Then I would no longer have to put up with this crap. Granted, driving on Singapore's streets will probably give me high blood pressure and shorten my lifespan anyway, but at least I would be in control.
Broken for now. :( If anyone knows of a good way to display tweets without using Twitter's awful looking widgets, please let me know. Preferably something that allows me to retrieve my tweets in plain-text format.
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