GEMS
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
"155 Neil Road, please."
"Wah, so close ah! You cheat my feelings!"
All right, I supposed that was a case of taxi-uncle-and-his- morning-blues. But it didn't really matter 'cos I gonna get off in 3 minutes. So I kept quiet and just smiled.
"Miss, you go Changi lar! Hahaha"
Oh, Uncle just went "hahaha"! So he was joking.
Right... subsequently he was pointing at the shophouses near and far as he talked excitedly about the nice breakfast he has had in the vicinity for the past days. I hate to dampen his chirpy mood, so I played along as well.
"Come, I give you my number. Next time you need taxi, just call me!"
This is a HUGE surprise. But 'cos he was SO keen about the idea, I just swept out my hp and punched in his number. What's the harm anyway? 1 more minute...my office was just a stone's throw away.
His name was Sadly. Nope, I am not kidding about that but I am not sure if he was.
"We are now friends! Malay, Chinese, all friends!"
"Ah, Sadly, can you stop at the black gate? Thanks!"
Then I went digging for money from my wallet. When I looked up again, the meter was turned off. He pushed the money back and shoved his bread to me.
"No need, no need. You eat."
I saw no point in fighting over that, so I accepted it.
"You sms me lar! Tomorrow we have breakfast together."
" Okie can. But let me check my schedule. Thank you!" I slammed the taxi door close, and he drove off.
I lied. I know I will not arrange to makan pagi with Sadly as much as I appreciate his bread and drive. Not because he is not a Chinese, but because I am a Chinese who practises close-door policy. I am really skeptical about calling someone whom I know next to nothing about "my friend". So sorry =(
But well, his hospitality did put a smile across my face =)
--what some might say --
11:32 PM
11:32 PM
Monday, November 26, 2007
News of the boating mishap in Cambodia got stuck in my head since this morning. Not that I know the 5 Singaporean rowers personally, but because they were all at the prime of their lives when it happened. 5 promising national athletes, that is.
As I read the newspaper coverage which includes detailed life stories of these young chaps, there was a growing and eventually overwhelming sense of guilt. All the things that got me disoriented become negligible and silly. Honestly, if my life were to come to such an abrupt halt as well, I would definitely leave in shame!
Well, this is going to be a tough period for all the loved ones of the 5 national athletes. Let's all just keep them in our daily prayers.
Jia you!
--what some might say --
9:17 PM
9:17 PM
Pebz Warrior n Bubz Pikwabbit
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Labels: labbits, rabbits, wabbits
--what some might say --
1:52 AM
1:52 AM
Sorry Pebz
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Pebbles is suffering from diarrhea and skin infection cos he has got a mean mummy =(
I guess that is his way of protesting that I haven't spent enough time and effort on him..and his fat brother.
--what some might say --
7:32 PM
7:32 PM
Thursday, November 8, 2007
If it takes an emotional meltdown to make a person... my thermometer reads 4 degree celsius.
--what some might say --
11:48 PM
11:48 PM
what more?
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
There was this oxymoronic casual confrontation in the midst of all the hustle and bustle of the central business district - casual for one, confronting for the other.
It was a moment of "Hell yes, shoot and be gone."
It certainly was not a case of refusal to acknowledge certain facts. I just didn't know what sensible stuff to say in response to that pervasive and haunting issue raised.
Period, get that damn ass out of the scrape!
--what some might say --
1:55 AM
1:55 AM
I need to TALK
Thursday, November 1, 2007
"lufterz, would you like to explain to them the RGB concept?"
Everyone turned to look at me, expecting me to talk sense on the proposed item.
I stared at the powerpoint slide on the projection screen and then at my source of panic in shock. That obviously was not communicated beforehand! But when I saw that signature look on the panic source, I knew I had to just say something before the board decide something fishy was going on.
The following minute was unthinkable.
My panic source then panicked, and the ball was back in his court again.
That was NOT the first panic attack; it was my second... within a week.
Just last week, I backed out on a sales presentation SMACK RIGHT OUTSIDE the meeting room. And the RGB panic source had to pick up the pieces there and then.
FYI, I made pages and pages of preparations for the 2 presentations, but alas! Retard, or what.
"Talking" is almost the bane of my life at this current stage. I can get extremely illogical and incoherent talking to my closed friends, let alone presenting a 15 minute long proposal in front of a stat board committee. I will sometimes even lose my train of thoughts while talking. So I rather SHUT UP.
I really can't imagine what exactly the root of this problem is, 'cos I could never really understand what "stage fright" is all about years back when performing in the public was a piece of cake and even done on a regular basis.
I need to TALK... again.
--what some might say --
10:27 PM
10:27 PM