July 2006


This year is considered a leap year for the hungry ghosts, so instead of the traditional 7th month, we have a double this time round, which means that you had better try to come home early.

This, however, was not the case today as I only left my dear’s house at 5 minutes to 12mn.

As I sped my way along Lornie road, I kept feeling goosebumps creeping up my skin. Scared? I don’t know. It’s always cold along this stretch of road, which incidentally has loads of ‘parking’ lots at Brown Cemetery. Shivering, I made my way to PIE.

At PIE, I felt as though the wind was blowing my bike out of the lane, but the thing was, there wasn’t a really huge wind anywhere, just my bike moving to the left of the 2nd lane. Shaking my head, I told myself that I was sleeping. Y’know, I guess that I was. I hope.

Anyways, my OB paper ended today. The CB lecturer dua-ed my whole course by telling us to study for 2 behavioural disciplines, only to ‘chut’ 4 BDs. Farking shit! Well done, asshat!

Gym commences next week, I hope.

Went to Lucky Plaza after receiving an sms from ah 9 a few days back. Checked out the game shop. NABEI! No hab my games. PS2 games also no hab. Wah raoooooooo! Wasted trip. Should have asked ah 9 to help me check first. Sighhh.

Basketball tmr? I hope. Will bring my gear, just in case. *winks*

I think that I am not blessed with 4D power. (and I know that I was not supposed to blog till after my second paper)

Last Sunday’s 4D numbers came out to the notion of ‘Good grief’ by me. Now, say that the way Charlie Brown might say it. ‘GOOD GRIEFFFFFF!’

Why? Cos my NRIC’s first 4 numbers (exact) came out 3rd prize on Sunday, and my handphone’s last 4 numbers (exact) came out as consolation.

So, what consolation do I have?

Sigh… maybe for the fact that Newcastle bought Damien Duff for £5m from Chelsea, with further payments to be paid based on number of appearances etc.

On another note, I can’t say much for my Business Stats paper this afternoon. It was a half fucked paper and the only thing that I can do now is pray that my 10 mark advantage over most of my peers (for the overall score) can allow me to score a C at least. *prays*

3rd paper gone, 4th paper’s coming up on Wednesday. “PLEASE LET ME IN!!” says me to the brain.

involving a babe with a Mazda RX-8, a nice familyman (middle-aged uncle), the counter dude Ignatius, and the bystander, me. Heh.

What happened was this. I was at Shell Petrol Station, situated at Coronation Plaza off Bukit timah. First thing that caught my eye at the pump closest to the misc. shop was a nice blue Mazda RX-8. Lovely. In front of it wasa  darker coloured MPV.

After pumping up my tank with 8+ litres of Shell V-Power *winks* I made my way to the shop, which is where the action began.

This babe, pretty young, pretty obnoxious-looking, was asking Ignatius, the staff, to accept her payment for petrol, by cash, while the guy in front of her, this smiling family man, who was oblivious to her, continued talking to him while asking if he could buy items using his Shell card.

After waving her $20 around in the air, I noticed that she pumped 18 litres of Shell 92 into her power-packed car. Goes to show how some people don’t know how to treasure the finer things in life, like buying better petrol so that your engine will perform better especially since it’s a BLOODY RX-8!

Anyways, after the family man made his payment, he went off, followed by the pretty pretty-but-obnoxious lady.

Whilst waiting for Ignatius to key in my payment amount, I looked to my right, and saw the pretty-but-obnoxious lady waving her hands in hysteria. Only then did I realise that the family man was actually topping up his cash card, preventing the pretty-but-obnoxious lady from leaving cos she was behind him. *LOL*

Then, as I made my way to my bike, the pretty-but-obnoxious lady reversed, and made me think to myself, “Hmm, she’s pretty smart.” but then again, she reversed a little, only to try and overtake the family man’s car which she obviously could not do because there was so little space to overtake when she could have reversed more and gone off by the other pump. DUMBASS! but she’s still pretty, but pretty obnoxious.

As I sniggered while the pump attendant assisted her by giving her instructions on how to go through what I just thought she should have done, I rode off, into the night.

And just for a little happy ending, as I was waiting for the light to turn green so that I could reach home, who should be behind me but the family man, still smiling away like nobody’s business. He obviously must be in a very good mood. Hahaha!

It’s been a while since I last had an entry proper… and it doesn’t look like it’s coming this week.

Reason being, well folks, I’m having my exams in a week. Stressed out and all. It seems that the more I learn, the less I am absorbing. Instead of getting better at a topic, I seem to be heading for Doomsville. I’m doomed lah, doomed!

Many things happened over the weekend. Most important of which was my mother’s birthday, which happened to be a double celebration since it was also the day that we finally got to meet my elder brother after Gawd knows how many years. Will post pictures on that after exams.

Maybe transferred to Senoko in a bit, but I don’t know. Will I be able to sleep in the afternoons there? Hmm…

Montreal man vowed to barter one red paper clip up to a new home

Taking a paper clip and turning it into a house sounds like a cheesy magic trick or a phony instance of resourcefulness on the 1980s TV show “MacGyver.”

Kyle MacDonald, however, has pulled it off.

One year ago, the 26-year-old blogger from Montreal set out to barter one red paper clip for something and that thing for something else, over and over again until he had a house.

On Wednesday the quest is ending as envisioned: MacDonald is due to become the proud owner of a three-bedroom, 1,100-square-foot home provided by the town of Kipling, Saskatchewan. MacDonald and his girlfriend, Dominique Dupuis, expect to move there in early September.

“This is such a cool community project. It feels right,” MacDonald said. “And now that I think about it, I can’t believe that another small town didn’t think of it. It will literally put them on the map.”

What’s in it for the town? The answer requires a quick MacDonald recap, featuring a menagerie of friendly folks, radio talk show hosts and aging celebrities, all bound together by the Internet.

It began when MacDonald, an aspiring writer, doer of odd jobs and apartment dweller, advertised in the barter section of the Craigslist Web site that he wanted something bigger or better for one red paper clip. He traded it for a fish-shaped pen, and posted on Craigslist again and again.

Roaming Canada and the United States, he exchanged the pen for a ceramic knob, and in turn: a camping stove, a generator, a beer keg and Budweiser sign, a snowmobile, a trip to the Canadian Rockies, a supply truck and a recording contract. Next, in April, he got himself really close, obtaining a year’s rent in Phoenix.

His adventure became an Internet blockbuster. He did Canadian and Japanese TV and “Good Morning America.” He made dozens of local radio appearances — one of which, in Los Angeles, was heard by a man who ended up as a pivotal figure.

That man is Corbin Bernsen. You may remember him from his roles in “L.A. Law” and “Major League.”

Hip to the publicity-generating machine that is Kyle MacDonald, Bernsen contacted him to say he was writing and directing a movie and would offer a paid speaking role as an item available for trade.

MacDonald was thrilled. But he feared the integrity of his journey would be compromised if he accepted the role without trading Bernsen something he really could use. Say what you want about “Major League 3,” but Bernsen has done well enough that he doesn’t need a free apartment in Phoenix.

So MacDonald kept Bernsen’s offer off his blog, but plowed ahead with an eye to finding something Bernsen would legitimately want.

Seemingly disregarding good economic sense, MacDonald traded the year’s rent for an afternoon with rocker Alice Cooper. (MacDonald’s response: “Alice Cooper is a gold mine of awesomeness and fun.”) Then in a move that really confused his blog readers, MacDonald bartered time with Cooper for a snow globe depicting the band Kiss.

Re-enter Corbin Bernsen.

You see, since the days when he’d get free stuff on promotional tours for “L.A. Law,” Bernsen has amassed a collection of 6,500 snow globes. “One off, they look sort of goofy,” Bernsen said. “Put them all together and they sort of look like pop art.”

So MacDonald gave Bernsen the Kiss model and encouraged his blog readers to send the actor even more globes in exchange for autographed pictures.

All this delighted the elders in Kipling, a town of 1,140 believed to have been named in honor of author Rudyard Kipling.

Like many rural towns, Kipling is eager to stave off the perils of dwindling population by attracting new businesses, tourism and above all, attention. When the local development coordinator, Bert Roach, heard about MacDonald’s odyssey, he suggested at the next council meeting that Kipling lure him.

Quickly the town purchased an unoccupied rental house on Main Street and offered it to MacDonald. Roach won’t disclose the price because MacDonald says he doesn’t want to know. But Roach says it was well under the going rate in Kipling, which is about $50,000 Canadian (U.S. $45,000).

The town also pledged to put a giant red paper clip at a highway rest stop and hold an “American Idol”-style competition for the movie role. Participants will have to make a donation to the town’s parks department and a charity.

When MacDonald agreed last week, “I was holding back tears, I was so bloody happy,” Roach said. “It’s going to be such a great project for our community.”

Bernsen says that if the right person emerges in the talent show, he’d be willing to cast him or her as a lead. “Maybe a career is going to get started. Maybe it’s going to be huge. Maybe that’s the magic of Kyle.”

MacDonald doesn’t expect to live in Kipling forever. But he says he’ll make it home at least while he settles down to write a book.

Of course, even if the house came free, he’ll have the usual homeowner headaches: taxes, utilities, upkeep. It should come as no surprise that MacDonald isn’t worried.

“I’ll figure something out,” he said. “I can get a job. There’s three grocery stores in town.”

*****

Nabehhhhh… liddat also can ah?

http://msnbc.msn.com/id/13804920/

Read about Mr. Brown’s suspension and quitting, as well as Mr. Miyagi’s eventual resignation of TODAY’s newspaper. Well folks, there goes the free press.

Woke up to the tune of 1  x splitting headache and 1 x runny nose. Saw the time, and sighed.

Alex is late again…

They say that when an individual is not motivated to work, many things start to come; mainly absenteeism, going to work late and leaving early, and not doing their work well.

For me, it’s mainly absenteeism and going to work slightly late. Absenteeism mainly because I have been sick lots lately, and going to work slightly late, because I do not want to go to office and see that arsehole of a colleague’s fucked up face when I open the door. Been there, done that, seen it, hated it.

I used to come to work slightly earlier than normal, even though I hated the work environment, but now, all that has changed. That work place has changed me, my work ethics, and my principles, forever.

I is now officially a fucked up employee! I am totally disappointed with myself for waking up late. I wanted July to be the start of a new month as an employee, but it looks as though I blew it.

Manager asked me yesterday if I wanted a transfer to Senoko, to soften my view on resignation, after he asked me what was wrong with my working relationship with the others.

It’s on the cards now, isn’t it?

Well, I don’t know… I’ll take things as they come. In fact, thank goodness for the splitting headache and runny nose. At least I can go to the doctor and tell him my problems without lying. Sigh.

Signing off, Alex

The 2 extreme groups, the ah beng Indians from Malaysia, and the ah beng Chinese from Singapore, who are all working for the same sub-contractor, finally clashed.

What took them so long?

From day 1, when the boss hired those Indian bengs, I knew that there was a fight waiting to happen. And it did.

Result, 1 of the Malaysian Indian bengs got sacked with immediate notice. Lurve it.

Sigh. Problems of the Heart kills all creative thoughts. Fuck it.

Signing off, Alex

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