tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118198072024-03-07T15:37:32.926+08:00Rantings of a ProcrastinatorAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.comBlogger481125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-39663149857080173352010-12-31T10:05:00.005+08:002010-12-31T10:52:54.010+08:00Archive<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The obligatory year end post.</div>
<br />It will be mentioned all over, but where did the year go?!
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<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Even the above sentence has been used to death.</span>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">Perhaps time flies when one is having fun. And I am.
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<br />Most of the fun part can be found on my twitter account <a href="http://twitter.com/ahtiong73">@ahtiong73</a> (in future no one needs email or phone numbers). Some sad/bad partsare in there too but it goes away quickly. <div>
<br /></div><div>Although I communicate more online, offline interaction did not suffer. You don't need a guru to tell you that it's not how much time you spend with a person but what you do with that time. People do not count the hours you spend with them, but instead value the few minutes that you do. And from what I have experienced from being online, there are better ways to punctuate a conversation than a smattering of ?!??!! *#^%&</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div>> . A raised eyebrow, a smile, frantic hand gestures and in many of my cases, a raised glass of frothy goodness goes a longer way than some silly characters you generate from holding down the shift key.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I may not have met you for a very long time, our conversations may not be as long as they used to be. Do know that when I do pass you on the street or receive a buzz from you that for those few minutes you matter to me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div>So I have decided that instead of a wall of text that you'd get from me intermittently, we can update each other via 140 characters or a bit more under <a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/105228826939298479027#buzz">Google buzz/ahtiong73 </a>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">
<br /></div><div>I will from time to time dig up some entries from 5 years of archive to share, but for instant gratification there are those links I provided above.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Thank you for following me, and hope you wake up to 2011 remembering 2010.
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-25754609816325613102010-09-27T02:13:00.000+08:002010-09-27T02:15:49.451+08:00Stringing alongIt's been such a long time since I've written anything with more than 160/140 characters,such is the allure of Plurk/Twitter, that it has made me lazy to string more than 2 sentences together, let alone paragraphs.<br /><br />Perhaps I'm done sharing the more intimate details of what's going on in my head, taking the easy route of bombarding you with the most frivolous of updates online.<br /><br />Every post is about the most mundane of things; where I am (Foursquare), what I'm doing (Twitter), why things are the way they are (Plurk). Yet, it takes up a good part of my day. God forbid if I should ever (never!) jump on the Farcebook wagon.<br /><br />Have I lost sight of actual "Life"? I can't recall not going through a day without my trigger happy thumb (alpha-numeric keypad for me) ready to fire away on my mobile device.<br /><br />Time overseas is spent, ironically, online about the going ons back home, where I have my online presence.<br /><br />It has come to a point where I've tried to impose a curfew on my time online. <br /><br />Looking at the time of posting this though, you'd know that once again, I've failed. <br /><br />Well, I did manage more than 2 sentences, didn't I?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-62712660405668296392010-06-23T17:43:00.001+08:002010-06-23T17:44:02.063+08:00selfpwnage 2.0<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMngLHYWUIzMGPiMLV5A4XeQTJM097T85U17rRg_-DBa-ZydhoP0wSDnM8xZeaIbDEy7IJUBmrB_YmD74nd1FyHImo0d9j_etqoLbmZ4aMoj1u6xJdOl-cdVUlItYpwA92JvuwA/s1600/selfpwned2.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMngLHYWUIzMGPiMLV5A4XeQTJM097T85U17rRg_-DBa-ZydhoP0wSDnM8xZeaIbDEy7IJUBmrB_YmD74nd1FyHImo0d9j_etqoLbmZ4aMoj1u6xJdOl-cdVUlItYpwA92JvuwA/s400/selfpwned2.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-44152952402775026562010-06-04T08:09:00.001+08:002010-06-04T08:09:16.725+08:00Thank you note.Another half of the year has begun.<br /><br />Right up till the first half I was pretty optimistic. Plans were afoot, albeit in my head only.<br /><br />Those were cut down to size recently, and I felt defeated. My cowardice almost cost me the one thing that is good in my life at the moment.<br /><br />You.<br /><br />Without your support and conviction, I would have thrown in the towel so easily, as with many things before.<br /><br />Thank you.<br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-3995873132154093472010-05-31T22:19:00.001+08:002010-05-31T22:21:58.650+08:00Epitome of selfpwnage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLycKmEDP9P-f2CBn4tLTbSa-h1vFXZ8a3_GACd_BrFCXImsC7fZZBLqVH135JdvtkbssOp_xM6w9Em0e0Bi_xbGZXP7RQaJDZoHX2E-pIHY3kK707ZFzARloQdj0s8qWZHwO6tA/s1600/Selfpwned.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLycKmEDP9P-f2CBn4tLTbSa-h1vFXZ8a3_GACd_BrFCXImsC7fZZBLqVH135JdvtkbssOp_xM6w9Em0e0Bi_xbGZXP7RQaJDZoHX2E-pIHY3kK707ZFzARloQdj0s8qWZHwO6tA/s400/Selfpwned.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477438938615861602" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-24104454043484514432010-05-30T12:27:00.001+08:002010-05-30T12:27:28.398+08:00Doubt.Doubt.<br /><br />I allowed myself to be clouded with doubt that I missed the chance to see her.<br /><br />The cloud of doubt that dawned on me since an honest and long conversation a week ago.<br /><br />Doubt that I may not get approval. Doubt that I will not measure up. Doubt that I can provide.<br /><br />My callous attitude may yet get us into a bind not necessary to begin with.<br /><br />Fingers crossed...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-65969782552223171602010-05-17T04:42:00.004+08:002010-05-17T05:25:27.224+08:00回来自从认识了Twitter和Plurk之后,就很少回来这里。<br /><br />每次留言在Twitter或Plurk都是那百多个字,以最短的时间,希望能传达最多种情绪。<br /><br />无意间将自己在这里的一片小空间忽略了。但每次提笔,都心不在焉,往往就干脆不写了。<br /><br />今晚,游览了一些朋友的小天空之后,忽然感到惭愧。我以前那分热诚去了哪儿?是我生活中少了那少许的纪律 ,还是生命中有了更重要的核心?<br /><br />或者是懂得节制自己,凡事都经大脑过滤几次才肯纪录下来?<br /><br />回来的感觉,真好。<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">N.B. Translated in comments</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-8841663590818568562010-05-14T22:17:00.005+08:002010-05-14T23:05:46.794+08:00Service, but at what charge?How far would you take your complaint when dealt a bad hand at a restaurant that has grown from mom&pop stall to a tourist attraction that charges a premium for their menu.<div><br /></div><div>Good friend of mine took it all the way to print and online media, even posting onto <a href="http://boo-n-bouquet.blogspot.com/">Boo&Bouquet </a> which has made itself into the news recently. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><i>"Ms Lee Ying Wen would think twice about eating out at No Signboard Restaurant in Vivocity again after her experience with her "missing credit card" last Saturday. Here's her story: </i><i><a href="http://boo-n-bouquet.blogspot.com/2010/05/saga-of-missing-credit-card-at-no.html">link</a>.."</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;">Somehow the above website has been closely watched by some retailers/</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;">restaurateurs</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"> and they responded quite promptly.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><i>"Ms Lee Ying Wen, who wrote to me yesterday about her "missing credit card" experience at No Signboard Restaurant in Vivocity on Saturday, received a reply from the management today -- a day after her story appeared in this blog. </i><i><a href="http://boo-n-bouquet.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-signboard-apologises.html">link</a>..."</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;">I feel though, that the response was kinda knee jerk and in some way, condescending. Last I know, my friend is still trying to give away the vouchers they sent her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><i> " So someone sent a big complaint letter. Let's gloss over everything with some cash vouchers. Singaporeans can't resist a freebie. It'll be so un-Singaporean to do it."</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;">Don't take it lying down, nor let sleeping dogs lie.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;">You are the consumer, let them hear ya roaaaaar!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-25846143262140480732010-04-23T13:40:00.002+08:002010-04-23T14:24:54.104+08:00Word to your Mother (tongue)<div><br /></div>So now the <i>gahment</i> is considering letting kids who cannot manage a pass in their mother tongue to slide into (top) secondary schools without it.<div><br /></div><div>Over the years the MOE has tweaked the education system in so many ways that students and parents sometimes don't recognize the syllabus by the time term starts anymore. This latest "consideration" though, takes the cake.</div><div><br /></div><div>While I was not a bright student back in the days, I am glad that I went to a school with deep roots in Chinese culture. I took up Confucius studies, studied Chinese literature. Both of which I sucked big time. It did, though, expose me to a world where a few words put together, can summarize a whole passage.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fast forward to present day. The Chinese language is being taken up in many parts of the world. It is not uncommon in my job to hear Caucasians, Japanese, Indians etc speak the language with some fluency. That they have recognized the economical benefit of grasping the language speaks volumes. </div><div><br /></div><div>If people of non-Chinese decent are playing catch up to master Mandarin, how come our schools here are being made to dumb it down many levels? And if the "consideration" is taken up, why would anyone in school bother to learn the language since it holds little or no stake in the final assessment before they go onto secondary schools?</div><div><br /></div><div>It just reflects the way society has placed emphasis on short term, often impatient, quick fixes.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am also leaning towards the theory that somewhere on this island there are little white ponies who's influencing the decision making.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do note that of course I am not referring only to the Chinese language, but our ethnic mother tongue at that. Malays should be able to master Bahasa Melayu, Indians -Tamil. Language is the link we have with our parents, and the older generation, of whom has many tales to share, recipes to life.</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-59782714821195176742010-02-18T23:54:00.008+08:002010-02-19T00:27:02.358+08:00Re-connect. Dis-connect.<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmD36zNoFTqqKP4W98MQ0seDGJwSiNn2qTEizdpO7QAqrqvis6IA5GUmlfc1Lq7Vtjd5JSbMfJAvHb771lvyNQoQ-WDQVdy4tGT0KH13wAJTDJDHFY_UyI_y-dj4pzvq3qzDe0g/s1600-h/IMG_0505.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmD36zNoFTqqKP4W98MQ0seDGJwSiNn2qTEizdpO7QAqrqvis6IA5GUmlfc1Lq7Vtjd5JSbMfJAvHb771lvyNQoQ-WDQVdy4tGT0KH13wAJTDJDHFY_UyI_y-dj4pzvq3qzDe0g/s400/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439619430147530642" /></a><div>I have been posting more randomly via Twitter and Plurk, thanks in large parts to my smart phone. Many nowadays just can't, or won't, sift through anything more than 140 characters.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sign of the times. </div><div><br /></div><div>We want to know things in an instant, with the least amount of fuss. When was the last time you sat down and had a conversation with someone without reference to a tweet, a post on your facebook wall, and in my case, a plurk?</div><div><br /></div><div>True that I have been communicating with many of you with the written word for the longest time. However, nothing beats sitting down over a nice hot kopi; seeing, hearing, giving each other a firm handshake or a warm hug.</div><div><br /></div><div>All this, whilst resisting the urge to check in on your online accounts via the mobile web.</div><div><br /></div><div>The weekend is coming up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Go out and talk to someone.</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-3706084223679522052010-01-16T12:09:00.004+08:002010-01-16T12:45:20.870+08:00Less is More.<div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></u></div>I was in danger of turning into my Mum. <div><br /></div><div>Hoarding items from days of yore; the movie ticket from the 1st date, boxes from gadgets bought over the years, old uniforms, dust collecting on electronics sitting in a sad corner at home, clothes bought on a whim. And tupperware... a lot of tupperware. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It started out with a cabin bag that was excess to requirement. Then the 7.1 speaker system that wasn't making a squeak to the home theatre experience. Then the 5.1 DVD system which was a leftover for when my brother was staying with me. Good stuff, all of 'em, but bad use of space.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.plurk.com/3263305_c06800ce686f82029aba77b172207906.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 404px;" src="http://images.plurk.com/3263305_c06800ce686f82029aba77b172207906.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div>So word was sent out that the Haus of Tiong was de-cluttering. Of course, one has to entice them people to show. Enter Wii, steamboat and Mahjong. How they love their mahjong... The trio combo were so successful that some forgot about picking up things for a good part of the day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>However, some did go back with items that will get a new lease of life instead of sitting in a dark corner gathering sinus-inducing dust. Somewhere, someone out there is blasting their ears off with a newly acquired sound system, a room will be cooled down considerably by a large fan, stacks of CDs are being digitized into a huge archive, and hopefully someone will turn up with a better tan next time. </div><div><br /></div><div>And at Lor Ah Soo? I can see my kitchen. Again.</div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.plurk.com/3263305_1d85f480455e1ad43be74ad15ff69838.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://images.plurk.com/3263305_1d85f480455e1ad43be74ad15ff69838.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-77378712693699007282010-01-05T00:59:00.006+08:002010-01-05T01:33:56.469+08:00Great way to...Wala!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i>"So what are you going as tonight?"</i><div><br /></div><div>"I assure you, it will banish any remnants of your hubby's halloween costume from years back."</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"OK onz, tonight I go Wala.."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>So it was to be Kevin's birthday on the 2nd Jan of 2010. With this crew there usually is a theme for their birthdays, but I think this really takes the cake. I assured them that the crowd will literally part for them even though it would be a full house by time they got to Wala after the birthday dinner.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>It occurred to me to head towards Mustaffa Centre. This place really has everything. It didn't take me long to locate the souvenir department and begin to find a size that will fit me. Luckily the costume is situated at a tiny corner so I could try it on right there, without shoppers thinking I had a particular fetish. Proceeded to make payment before whizzing off.</div><div><br /></div><div>Word must've got out to the Barflies, cuz by the time we got to Wala the turnout was big. The same people had rushed from a party from another end of the island to join those who, as usual, were there early for a table.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>For the first Sa-Thirst-day in 2010 at Wala, it definitely is memorable!!</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/4239519228_e037861a7f.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" border="0" alt="" /><div><br /></div><div>P.S. another theme party on the same night got totally pwned by ours!</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-8379604357711891202010-01-01T15:28:00.001+08:002010-01-01T15:30:35.350+08:002010 woots!!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://avatars.plurk.com/3263305-big20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 195px;" src="http://avatars.plurk.com/3263305-big20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-52049766989745466742009-12-04T03:55:00.004+08:002009-12-04T04:15:24.673+08:0012 ways to Christmas...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Verdana;font-size:12px;"><h1 class="content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 70px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; line-height: 1.4; background-color: white; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:small;"><br /></span></h1><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">On the first day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me... an AC/DC cd..hey!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12px;">On the second day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me...2 headlights,and an AC/DC cd..Hey!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the third day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me..3 Wala furniture, 2 headlights, and an AC/DC cd..Hey!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="plurk_content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the fourth day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me...4 xmm,3 wala furniture, 2 headlights, and an AC/DC cd..Hey!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the fifth day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5 pints-of-Kilkennnnnyy!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4 XMM, 3 wala furniture, 2 big headlights, and an AC/DC cd...Hey!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="plurk_content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the sixth day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me.. 6 hours spent-in-office-plurking...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5 PINTS_OF_KILKENNNNYYY!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="plurk_content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4xmm, 3 wala furniture, 2 big bouncy headlights, and an AC/DC cd..Hey!!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the seventh day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me... 7 NSFW links, 6 hours spentinofficeplurking..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5 PINTS_OF_KILKENNNNYYY!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4xmm, 3 wala furniture, 2 big juicy bouncing headlights, and an AC/DC cd..Hey!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the eighth day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me..8 googlewave invites, 7 NSFW links, 6hrsspentinofficeplurking...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5 PINTS_OF_KILKENNNNYYY!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4xmm, 3 wala furniture, 2 big juicy bouncing headlights, and an AC/DC cd..Hey!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the ninth day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me...9, mezza9 that is, 8 googlewave invites, 7 NSFW links,6hrs wastedinofficeplurking.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5 PINTS_OF_SUPERCHILLED_KILKENNNNYYY!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4 chio xmm, 3 drunk wala furniture, 2 big juicy bouncing headlights, and an AC/DC cd..Hey!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the tenth day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me...10-hank gawd we're almost done, 9, dinner at mezza9, 8 googlewave invites,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">7 freaky NSFW links, 6hrs might-as-well-go-home than wastetimeinofficeplurking...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="plurk_content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5 PINTS_OF_SUPERCHILLED_KILKENNNNYYY!! (if 1for1 we get 10!)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4 chio xmm with long legs, 3 drunk wala furniture headbanging, 2 big juicy bouncing headlights that are waiting to be teh-ed..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and an AC/DC cd..Hey!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the eleventh day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me...11times this week i dun have a seat on the train..10-hankew for reading this..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">9, I also wanna go mezza9, 8 googlewave invites that nobody wants, 7 NSFW links,6hrs eatsnakeandplurking..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5 PINTS_OF_beautiful, super chilled,KILKENNNNYYY!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="plurk_content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4 chio xmm long legs, short skirts, 3 drunk wala furniture doing air guitar now,2 headlights waiting to be teh-ed..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and an AC/DC cd..Hey!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="plurk_content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the twelfth day of Christmas, the cowboybar gave to me...the 12th men for the other team (referee kayuuu),</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">11 times I had to smell armpit cuz I dun have a seat..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">10-hankew, preese cum again..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">9, I also wanna go mezza9!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">8 screw googlewave invites, so laggy one</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">7 freaky NSFW videos which had 2 female barflies in Bangkok with a random chick tourist after a bottle of vodka..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">6hrs i spent pretending to work but i actually plurking</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5 pints of CHIlled KILKEENNNAAAYYYY!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4 chio xmm, long legs, short skirts, preferably commando for the night.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="plurk_content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">3 wala furniture kena blacklisted cuz they actually tried to climb on stage and play the guitar.. with Rene still holding it.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="plurk_content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2 boing boing headlights.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">AND AN AC-freaking rocks-DC cd.................................</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="plurk_content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">HEY!!</span></span></span></div></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-89877555477355105062009-11-15T11:19:00.005+08:002009-11-15T11:49:13.846+08:00Lions whimper at the Grand Dame of Kallang...<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVIP_daFO4CVgE0T1Ttp_NlWVen0XWxBVXNxCEGDnh-xSz5oRmIUu9iVhN1nbLgbpyJNBhM_5eTz-hAE-NS9Y8g4wrXEbl164_s_sPqeWxtljVukM0vRhmacxAgubLRk1X6jK/s288/IMAG0079.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So I was given 2 complimentary tickets to watch our National Lions play against Thailand for the AFC Asia Cup qualifier.</div><div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div>With nothing to do till my regular jaunt to Wala Wala (<i>we call it SaThirstDay now..</i>) , I asked my new friend<a href="http://www.plurk.com/jamesdubya"> James</a> to join me. Great chance for him to soak in some local action too.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a quick lunch opposite the Geylang Lorong 1 bus terminal. The mutton briyani at Banana Leaf is pretty decent.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSvdw4eYKPhAqVcc4QCE9rFjtNrFkXeRt4CViKGjS0u0obO6nJ2BVtCrwR3nJc_EHKovAzpsi9ld-HYCkNCnbXRqhz8N5F7OuqyFfopD4cSRDpCmkDKVH6FdcA1NAolCAQMZRc/s288/IMAG0080.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Whilst washing down the food with a cup of teh tarik, James asked about the price of the ticket.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then it hit me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had stuff everything plus the kitchen sink into my bermuda pockets, except for the tickets!!</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Feeling rather stupid, we made our way there on foot with the rest of the supporters to the stadium. The drinks and food temporary stalls were doing brisk business. James took some photos whilst I took everything in with my Vado HD. </div><div><br /></div><div>The National Stadium is slated to be torn down. When? Nobody knows, cuz they been pushing back the demolition date too many times. Looking at it, I do not think it is necessary to be reduced to rubble. </div><div><br /></div><div>All they really need to do is put in proper seating instead of the benches, add 2 jumbo screens and a roof. And voila! I suspect it would cost less than tearing it down and building a new one all over again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now you probably asking, what about the match?</div><div><br /></div><div>It ended 1-3. The Thais didn't play that well, but Singapore sucked even more. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/h5bw_KbsvFeXuMTofobfTg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN3B_sXKlMDWUA&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDRpVUtxFCTWfLaKU4IE2iO7hsj88W3b7Q-XwOVg2lp5vvn-Ho7AaUWG0kTyAGtKGiAPXtQY3UMVW_eCrVvFW8bEPmD4LkJLjtRJjCOBo5YJwh8psXKG9eqzJvXaBCUsAwOtI/s288/IMAG0082.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The only upside was that we didn't have to watch the match in the rain.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I was<i> soooo</i> looking forward to using my 100yen rain jacket...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-87247337222631409812009-10-11T13:57:00.005+08:002009-10-11T14:18:13.184+08:0021st.. Barfly style!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/3999767990_f3e3c5b28e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/3999767990_f3e3c5b28e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />There's only one way to celebrate your birthday... BarFly Style!!<br /><br />Now that you are 21, there are a few things you should take note of;<br /><br />1. Flashing the 'V' sign while taking photos is not cute anymore <span style="font-style: italic;">hokaay</span>?!<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br />2. If you wanna talk to a girl, just walk up to her and do so. Don't send a whole section of boys to do it for you, and pretend that you just want to take a photo.<br /><br />3. Filling your stomach before a night of heavy drinking; Good idea. Ordering dory fish with heavy cream sauce; Bad idea.<br /><br />4. The sing title is "Don't Stop Me Now", not "Having A Good Time".<br /><br />5. Don't keep <span style="font-style: italic;">dissin' </span>the CowboyBar/BarFlies, you will <span style="font-style: italic;">kena</span> your just deserts many many times over one.<br /><br /><br />All in all, you performed admirably. And had the good sense to<span style="font-style: italic;"> merlion</span> very, very far away.<br /><br />Happy Birthday, <span style="font-style: italic;">chow-keng</span> Robin!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-77740874396539882212009-10-04T15:03:00.002+08:002009-10-04T15:25:58.727+08:00Mercy, Mercy meSometimes it takes just a picture, a few line in the papers to get people moving. <div><br /></div><div>Now, I am not talking about Ris Low, or <a href="http://www.bmw-sg.com/forums/lounge/35238-miss-hairy-beaver.html">Tracy Ang</a>. Those are fodder for idle time.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was the typhoon that is sweeping across parts of SE Asia that did it for me. Pictures of helpless folks stranded by the floods, children who have lost their homes, families still trying to beef up their rickety abode against mother nature...</div><div><br /></div><div>I went over to Mercy Relief Singapore's and read about their efforts there. </div><div><br /></div><div> <a href="http://www.mercyrelief.org/?p=1041">http://www.mercyrelief.org/?p=1041</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Hence, I started my weekend with a trip to the ATM and promptly transferred a modest amount to help Mercy Relief in their efforts.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was probably what I would be spending at my favourite watering hole the same weekend anyways.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-58403406507787699022009-09-07T13:16:00.005+08:002009-09-07T14:06:00.638+08:0036@Wala WalaIf you look at either side of this post you will see pictures and video of my party at Wala Wala. Suffice to say I thoroughly enjoyed myself, more so because I managed to stay upright till the end of the night.<br /><br />On an earlier date with some friends, after a nice home cooked meal, they popped out a cake for me. I almost singed my eyebrows trying to blow out all the candles...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3892265133_3e99869032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3892265133_3e99869032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Next time 1 candle can liao, okay?<br /></span></div><br />My better half had planned thursday night around a "Rockstar" theme and gave out KISS masks that she lovingly made by hand. We had fun walking around in it and taking many many photos. The Gene Simmons one was the crowd favourite, no surprise there.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hhZIFsUX155080oZahBNHUcKQmXPYTIcnOP9MzRI5qLYAnELJO0Vy8UHsXCYWbKnqTsD_dDA4FFGaQabxXjxoAp6tE6QIOgElH948WZZ40zMCfOUY8fvq6VDo3C7xamx3T2U/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hhZIFsUX155080oZahBNHUcKQmXPYTIcnOP9MzRI5qLYAnELJO0Vy8UHsXCYWbKnqTsD_dDA4FFGaQabxXjxoAp6tE6QIOgElH948WZZ40zMCfOUY8fvq6VDo3C7xamx3T2U/" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Geriatric Gene Simmons on the left</span><br /></div><br /><br />I was prepared to be subjected to the Waterfall treatment, a birthday staple amongst us, but was not ready for the 2nd one, as can be seen from the video. There can ever only be ONE waterfall per birthday...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqT2Uq8hNU952_WwYGQMaBM8S1-Bp3z6nv09JhtqvWIpggd8tJGmRUi-SzQwXfjP1vxWsQ0Fj4KsTAoYKC1TpK4LX_GUM2IOLqbr8UT2zZS0bMcQRhmn-PzpmzQaEMGpO2jXm4/s512/Thirty6th%20(22).JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqT2Uq8hNU952_WwYGQMaBM8S1-Bp3z6nv09JhtqvWIpggd8tJGmRUi-SzQwXfjP1vxWsQ0Fj4KsTAoYKC1TpK4LX_GUM2IOLqbr8UT2zZS0bMcQRhmn-PzpmzQaEMGpO2jXm4/s512/Thirty6th%20(22).JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nice T-shirt, very apt ain't it?<br /><br /></span></div>My own birthday treat? An upgrade to a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ahtiong73/">Flickr pro account</a>, and carting back a foldy back from Japan.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3894783759_a3b5ffd094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3894783759_a3b5ffd094.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Pwhaaa!!!<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Thanks to all that showed up, and those who sms-ed me birthday wishes.<br /><br />Now excuse me while I go feel the burn from all <span style="font-style: italic;">*pant</span> that <span style="font-style: italic;">*pant</span> cycling <span style="font-style: italic;">*pant</span> ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-22413255612749894032009-08-30T15:48:00.004+08:002009-08-30T16:04:13.577+08:00Gone paperless2 years ago I was all gungho about being involved in club activities. It was refreshing, challenging, and gave me a sense of belonging. The energy within the committee was electric. Though not smooth all the time, the clubs are managed well enough.<br /><br />As with most of what I do though, I got bored. The meetings, the logistics, the paperwork. Oh the paperwork!! I have taken on more than I can chew. Productivity on my part came to a halt. It was not doing both clubs any good for me to stay on.<br /><br />And so I stepped down. It is a win-win. I can continue to like what the clubs are doing for members, and still maintain a casual, civil relationship with the exco.<br /><br />I shall stick to organizing random ctivities on the fly with the motley crew I hang with. More fun in that.<br /><br />And look, no paperwork!!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-81970864617336345852009-08-06T10:23:00.009+08:002009-08-06T13:59:14.352+08:00$trong currency<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>After the last outing to Drama Centre, I was really hoping that the night out to Esplanade turns out much better.<div><br /><div>And it did indeed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember I was in a cab when some Mandarin radio station deejay was interviewing one of the cast members, Emma Yong, who did her Chinese best in that interview, haltingly. My ears perked up when I heard that Singapore's queen of drag, Kumar and my boyhood Asia Bagus host, Najip Ali, are part of the ensemble in this production!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGT6YPI9cad8rHn3X9AV3ImuSdWsm4dxLDUspmNx92glzOOsITOY2TVapL7h7upsnNaxi2NU6LiraeDrr_NObfy4luDd_4ntOJKmgJKqUrpPWOnSqZavcEIbnwl8CI0oToP3FhaA/s320/$ingDollar.BMP" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366689907594109826" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Helmed by Selena Tan of Dim Sum Dollies fame, $ingDollar promised much right from the 1st night it opened. One only has to have a feel of the programme for this musical to see that it is <s>bank-rolled</s> a well sponsored one, even if it doesn't make much ticket sales, which I highly doubt.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>$ingDollar does well to engage the audience; with a familar setting (Geylang) , the standard stereotypes (most Bhangladeshis are muslims and CAN eat beef, as explained by Kumar's character as, what else, the foreign labourer) , and scores of ditties that poke fun at anything and everything local-centric. All this was played out with an actual live band behind, and the sets look great.</div><div><br /></div><div>I especially enjoyed the Micheal Jackson 'tribute' which they worked in, with men who were until recently held in high regard but landed in deep shite taking their turns doing their MJ <i>thang. </i>Heck they even managed to work a disgraced monk into the number!</div><div><br /></div><div>Brilliant.</div><div><br /></div><div>The trio of Selena, Emma and Pam are good,<i> dimsumdollying </i>their way around. Kumar was the funny one, ad-libbing his way through at some parts. Najip Ali is the better dancer, Hossan Leong the better singer. Lim Kay Siu is the veteren, whilst Sebastian Tan... well let's just say I am not streching my neck out for his Broadway Beng production coming soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>The musical is the a great sum of all the above talents, and worth wearing something smarter than bermudas and flip flops for.</div><div><br /></div><div>4/5 stars!</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. What's with the local audience being so stingy with a standing ovation, har?!</div><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-36574248311408165132009-07-26T12:30:00.006+08:002009-07-26T13:12:45.069+08:00Shooting Blanks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/8061/otot1ml4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 336px;" src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/8061/otot1ml4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div>It has been a while since I watched any theatre/play/musical. So I was hyped up about watching "Own Time Own Target", a play centering around National Service.</div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't understand though, how it had to be 2 hours or more for something that has National Service as a backdrop. It's been done before and seriously, there are only those few jokes you can tell about NS before it gets old.</div><div><br /></div><div>The play made up of 2 halves, each with its own storyline (hence, <i>Own Time Own Target?</i>). </div><div><br /></div><div>Part 1 was ok, with the actors taking a stab at a recent security lapse that happened locally. It did illicit some snide guffaws from me, but that was it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Part 2 began promisingly, with the familiar backdrop of the 1st fourteen days in BMT. I could identify with the charactors portrayed, especially the Seargent (NOT the one whose only line was "CHEEEEEEBYE") who reminded me of my own whilst on Tekong. </div><div><br /></div><div>Smiling Tiger we used to call him...</div><div><br /></div><div>Part 2 was excruciatingly long, and too pink even for a neutral like me. By the umpteenth ditty the performers put on I was looking at my watch, wondering when all the farce was gonna end.</div><div><br /></div><div>And how I bolted outta that exit door.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>P.S. The night did end nicely, with us cheonging all the way down to Wala Wala for the last set. Now THAT is a show!!</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-45337001504477252072009-07-26T03:48:00.002+08:002009-07-26T03:51:12.762+08:00PP..PUI!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="325" height="244"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSgHD8cSKjI&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSgHD8cSKjI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lancerlord.blogspot.com/"><i>via Lancerlord</i></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-25650057412196677312009-07-20T04:04:00.002+08:002009-07-20T04:17:30.937+08:00Better late than never...<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"><br /></div><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ahtiong73/3735584967/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3735584967_af7f2017e2.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ahtiong73/3735584967/">Main and sides</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ahtiong73/">ahtiong73_</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> <br />It been a while since I met the motley crew for a nice meal.<br /><br />It was through a casual conversation on plurk, coupled with the fact that I could not get a decent meal without burning a hole in my pocket whilst in Zurich, that I suddenly had a craving for curry fish head.<br /><br />More plurking here and there, and after some googling, we settled for Ocean Curry Fish Head at Toa Payoh Lorong 8. I actually saved my tummy the whole day for this!<br /><br />The thing to note about the group, <i>some</i> of us are fashionably late. </p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">6pm became 7pm, meaning we settled down by 8pm. Those that got there early had ordered ahead-<i>thankew JF and Aloe</i>, so by the time we plonked ourselves down the table started filling up with plate after plate of delectable dishes.<br /><br />Won't go into a detailed review but suffice to say all were well satisfied. The mouth didn't stop moving; we were either wolfing down the food or engaging in light-hearted banter. Not bad for $10/head.<br /><br />We walked off the heavy meal...to another food area. Durians were bought this time to go with more refreshments. An eager drink stall lady had to come back to us twice for orders. Some of us had the bright idea to wash the durians down with beer. Mistake.<br /><br />The gang dispersed slowly from 10pm onwards. All that food made me dizzy, and I dozed off on bed promptly.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">Sunday rounded off nicely.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-84628484228213284502009-07-07T02:44:00.002+08:002009-07-07T02:55:18.835+08:00Gooners Gone Bald5th July 2009 will have a significant place in my heart.<br /><br />This was the day that 10 Arsenal fans went to Novena, Velocity to have their heads shaved in support of Childrens Cancer Foundation, on their annual Hair for Hope event.<br /><br /><object width="576" height="382"><br /><param name="movie" value="http://www.razortv.com.sg/site/flashplayer/razortv.swf"><br /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed src="http://www.razortv.com.sg/site/flashplayer/razortv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="382" flashvars="file=http://video.razor.tv/vods/20090706_news_Arsenal_RTV_500kbit_s1246879590771.flv&adsurl=http%3A//www.razortv.com.sg%3A80/site/servlet/adsVideo/%3Fstream%3Dcontentbean%3A32686%26channel%3Dcontentbean%3A9084&vodnav=false&topTitle=Pretty%20ladies%2C%20little%20boys%20%26amp%3B%20Arsenal%20fans%20%28Hair%20for%20Hope%20Pt%203%29&nrurl=http%3A//secure-sg.imrworldwide.com/cgi-bin/m%3Fci%3Dsg-sph%26cg%3DRAZORTV-FLASH-NEWS&nrsi=http%3A//www.razor.tv&nrrp=http%3A//www.razortv.com.sg/site/servlet/segment/main/news/local/razortop5/32686.html&autostart=false"></embed><br /></object><br /><br />If you would like to support this worthy cause too, consider pledging your donations to any of these guys below. Words of encouragement are welcome too!<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/webApp/listShavees.php?group=1">Arsenal Singapore Botaks!!</a><br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819807.post-38701276478873075712009-06-23T10:45:00.002+08:002009-06-23T12:10:16.407+08:00Moblog: Dim Sum Jolly<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRg1QlivOTpGeY-7EW7a1G2NkecjZkwIBVxZrF2n3RNWooCsghFZWKliQ6JRtEHY6qMdSO6FMvypy0aUAL3swmnVcvuxqktaf45Zb7xvbmFEDbAFMiPLTJlivSEAoPZrbrp7pz_A/s1600-h/image-upload-11-725092.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRg1QlivOTpGeY-7EW7a1G2NkecjZkwIBVxZrF2n3RNWooCsghFZWKliQ6JRtEHY6qMdSO6FMvypy0aUAL3swmnVcvuxqktaf45Zb7xvbmFEDbAFMiPLTJlivSEAoPZrbrp7pz_A/s320/image-upload-11-725092.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Betcha this is gonna cost waaay more in Singapore...</span><br /><br />33 portions, grand total of S$90 for 6 persons nia!!<br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01716341518419267781noreply@blogger.com1