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Lord of the Ring Spoof! :D


Spiderman Spoof!


Sex and the City+Matrix Spoof!Haha :D

Correction

Since Alvin Ong has kindly always corrected my mistake, I have edited my last post to be more accurate. If you have not read the previous post, then it is okay.

Tossed and turned until 230am yesterday. Which left me sleeping for only 3 hours. Not very good considering Wednesday is a long day. Tomorrow is a short but packed day.

This is so not good. I feel more awake at night than in morning and late afternoon combined. Damn.

Villian (edited)

It certainly ain't easy playing the role of the villian. It feels stuffy to put on a wolf hide, especially since the hide (made of fur) traps a thin layer of insulating air.

Sat on the train alone in silence. It has been a quiet affair at the workplace, the silence only interrupted by the flipping of pages and MSN conversations. I feel like a US soldier deployed in the Iraqi warzone, especially after each session. Multiply it by six leaves me mentally drained.

One of my colleague has been tricked into buying cupcakes that is at least 3 days old. I hope that she does not get a stomachache after consuming.

Amused by the fact that I got the fact wrong. *That even though I am only gainfully employed for 5 months, the "gahmen" considers me as part of the Workforce.* Note: Anyone that is 21 apparently qualifies. Whether you are bumming at home or not. Was told that I can bank in credits to offset the GST rise. How interesting.

Steaming

Damn Blogspot. This is pissing me off. Let me recall what my original post failed to come across in bits (and pieces) literally:

As I was eating strawberries (by now finished, grr), I was thinking about what my friend had told me some time back. Why did I always countdown? Countdown to what? Was it the end or the process that mattered? Some people said it was the end that mattered, while others value the process. It always looks good on retrospection. Maybe.

Let me wreck my memory for some of the words that I have typed earlier and now ended up lost in the black hole of information highway. Hmm. Currently, I am still perplexed on the problem that my father's laptop is experiencing. Mbds_daemon. Whatever bug or demon it is, the fingers of the Swordfish have failed to exorcise.

I hate officewear. What's compounding the problem that the only decent looking pieces (my friends will attest to that) are the long-sleeved ones. Short sleeves are simply out of the question. They make me look like I just came back from Hawaii. And I hate ties too. Especially on a long (!!) dreary Monday. As you tie the damn snake around your neck, you can feel your veins slightly bulge, your face turning red (slightly)and a slight shortage of air.

The best clothes to be comfortable in will be a pair of shorts, Ah Pek sah (literally=coffeeshop uncle shirt) or pyjamas pants and a singlet. Of course, I wear it brazenly..only at home. And NO FBT shorts pls, at least not on male legs. It is totally what the *(@#%*^ gross. I still shudder at the image of my trackker friend doing the darn groin (?!) stretch, displaying his assets or the shadow of it in the full glory of everyone seated in the circle. Some things are just not meant for a man , or a woman, to see.

And I have been steaming (to use the popular lingo) for the whole day already. Coming home at 6 (working hours doubled), have not taken a nap, and work brought to home. Damn.

And the water passes by.

Seems that I have to make a choice. Some colleague of mine has decided to invite the whole (jing) gang of us to Fish and Co at Plaza Singapura, my favourite haunt in the past. Sadly it also falls on the same day as the class gathering.

Kept my nails long just for my mother to happily practise her skills on. Was making a conscious effort not to scratch my face or head too hard. Spent the past two days furiously finishing up on some work assignments. Finally, I am able to take a well-deserved break.

YVHV.

Error 404

For the past one week, I have been trying to edit my newest post. Unfortunately, it keeps on coming up with some error code message. An engineer will be notified soon. Yah right. I have already waited for one week, and there is still no sign of improvement.

The new post template is also screwed up. Can't even select the colours and the options are all spread out in a weird way. So much for Blogspot.

Today

And we welcome a new addition to the RTA, none other than Matthew Sng himself! He is taking over Yu Xian from effect of today. Acted like a lousy tour guide around the compound itself; even horlanded from the 2nd level to the canteen.

Glenn was visibly upset when he was told that a young charge under him wrote a negative comment on him. What a bad start to the week. If it happened to me, the online terrorist will get one times jialat jialat (meaning=will get a severe reprimand). Yeah. The newspaper has decided to call young bloggers that flame as online terrorists. Comparable with guerillas in real life, they are trained to do hit-and-run operation, with an arsenal of weapons, er information weaponry available at their disposal. Reminds me of the Nod faction.

In the mental video that I have played, it would go something like this.."Wah, I heard that recently SOMEONE commented on blah blah blah, " with heavy emphasis on SOMEONE. Or, like what my friend has taught me, I would accidentally on purpose click on the bugger's blog url and show in front of everyone to see. "Oops, did I go to the wrong website?"
Sometimes, you must combat fire with fire, in this case, guerilla tactics with more brute force/sarcasm. Glenn was being nice by trying to look at the comments in a positive way. I am, unfortunately, not as nice as him. Which brings me to the next conversation that I have:

"Happy Friendship Week Sir!" "Well Yea, I don't feel exactly friendly myself. Grr" Hopefully, my testosterone (fake) levels were high enough to scare them away.

Should have covered the main hardcore (=mugging) topics with most of my disciples. Finally, when the day was done, I headed to S11 to have Ban Mee again. Showed Ashraf the size of my....................... noodles before slowly eating and sweating in the process.

At the same time that I was eating Ban Mee, Zx is most likely either steaming or taking a coffee break....to be continued.

"Eh Auntie, I want BAN MEE!" *Auntie stares at me with curiosity* O.O "Sorry ah, I mean Ban mian!"--the ill effect of saying Ban Mee too many times with my friends.