OWOW

Wondering what owow is? Read it upside down. That's where I was last night with my army mates, Damien and Reginald. Damien, Reginald and I reached there pretty early. had something to eat. Steph reached not long later. It was before 10pm so entry was free and drinks 1 for 1. A bunch of girls shared a table with us. And before long they were surrounded by some cheena guys. Oh well. Whatever makes them happy.

Had fun last night. Guess it would be better if Effin could drink. But he's being a good boy this month.

Gotta apologise to KS and Weihan. Should have chosen another place.

Oh yeah. I leave tonight. So long, farewell, la la la la la la..Be back on the 16th.

Wedding

And hence forth begins the suffering of Kevin Chua! The poor guy got married today. Had a simple lunch solemnisation ceremony at Gallery Hotel. Few of us stayed over the night before. Went to O Bar and Devil's Bar. Both quite a let down. Anyway congrats to our beloved Bald Dwarf on being the first of the brotherhood to get married. Wonder who'll be next...

Zouk

Wednesday night. Went for BBQ cum steamboat thingy at Marina South with my boss and some colleagues. Was pretty worried that I'd get tummy upset cause none of us were that great cooks. But so far things look ok. Quite enjoyed myself there. Was thinking of going home but now I'm glad i didn't.

We headed off to Zouk after dinner. About 8 of us were left. Haven't been to that place in ages. 2 and a half years? Thereabout I guess. Things started slowly. Had a few sips here and there. As the night went on the sips became gulps. Can't remember how much I drank. Had vodka red bull, vodka lime, long island tea and some shots. My boss met some friends there. All girls. Anyhoo to cut a long story short I had a great time last night. Although I can't remember the most part of it, I woke up with a smile on my face. =)

Gonna keep this post short. Bedtime.

Flatulence

Woke up at 9 this morning, had a cuppa then headed out for ST Powered. I've been itching to get this done. Yesterday's trip there with Chris didn't do much to qwell the itch. By 1030, my car was farting. Never thought a fart could sound so beautiful. Nearly brought tears to my eyes. And it comes in 2 different sounds too. 1 loud for when there's a lot of gas, and a softer gentler fart when there's not so much. (Read HIGH BOOST and LOW BOOST) Lovely.

I farted my way to Tampines where I had my car polished. Signed up for this membership thingy, and that was one of the closer outlets to my house. Left my car there and went up to Tampines Mall. Bought a Caramel Frap at Starbucks (I think) and sat at a table reading Singapore's Best Seller, The New Paper. Was done with it in half an hour. I looked up and I saw this poor cat that's blind in an eye. Poor little feline. Sitting there, swatting the fly around it. Grooming itself. Just staring into nothingness.

This got me thinking. What would it be like to have too much time on my hands. With absolutely nothing to do. Would I just sit and swat flies? Coming my hair with an ah-beng comb? (Just a figure of speech. I can't comb my hair.) Wouldn't that be just terribly awful? Day in day out, just sitting there and getting fat.

Yeah I know what you're probably saying. Work also dowan. Idle also dowan. Wat this fella want? (Admit it. I can see right through your rolling eyes.) I never said I didn't want to work. Just said why work so hard? (GOTCHA!)

After the drink at Starbucks I met Reginald Archibald for lunch since he works around the corner. I just can't get that Hokkien song out of my head. "Na si wa wu ji ba ban.." Yeah if only I had a million smackeroos.

Well I shan't go into the rest of my day. Going back to work tonight. Still have yet to pack my many many things.

PSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssstttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He wore a red polka dotted long sleeve shirt.

Another week has ended. Even more insect bites, but then again it goes with the job. If i was any fairer, the bites would appear as red polka dots on my skin. Anyway always wanted a polka dotted Vespa, but that's besides the point.

Going overseas next week, so I'm trying to make the best of my time left here. Woke up relatively early for a Saturday, and did some shopping. Window shopping to be exact. Made a trip to my audio shop but there was nothing new for me. Perhaps when I tune up my car into a track car I'll change my subs.

"Soldiers don't die. They just fade away."
I was thinking. Why do we work so hard? Does society remember us? As we wrinkle up into some forgotten prune, will the youngsters even know what we "unksters" have done for them? Or do we just fade into oblivion? When the time comes we'll just be referred to as the old generation, and that's it. The old generation.

So back to the question. Why do we work so hard? When we're lying on our death bed are we going to say that we wished we had spent more time at work? No. I guess I've figured out the answer. We work to obtain things that make our lives worth living for. To buy the fuel that drives us on. Life itself probably stinks on it's own. Faith in God makes it better. But we are all weak.

I probably sound incoherent. Mixed up. Whatever..

Sepang

The trip started yesterday, 15th Oct 2005, at 0730hrs. I was outside Chris' in-law's place waiting for him. We cleared the causeway at Tuas at around 0830hrs. Could describe it in one word. Empty. At least for the beginning that is. Wonderfully empty.

The first time driving in Malaysia with beautiful sunshine beating down on us helpless humans. But hey who's complaining? Made about 2 or 3 stops before we reached Sepang. Along the way there was this "POLIS" road block. Surprisingly I wasn't booked. At the speed I was going I guess I could have been booked twice.

Anyhoo here comes the exciting part. Reached Sepang at 1230hrs, left or right. Quite a few other cars were there already. Met Vince from Subaru Club. I almost bought over his brakes a month or 2 ago. Went for a few laps with Chris. Realised when to push a car hard and when to take your foot off the pedal. Really an eye-opener. Did about 7 laps before we called it a day. There were one or 2 incidents that caused the red flag to come out. One poor blue Honda was limping it's way to the pits being pulled by a tow truck after it met with an accident. But generally I could say it's pretty safe.

Booked into Le Meridian and went for dinner at..somehwere.. can't remember the name. After that we made our way to Petaling Street, where the lovely night market is. At the end of the trip I ended up with 6 boxes of snacks, 2 T-shirts and a cute looking pair of sweat pants cum shorts.
Woke up this morning at 8, and took my time to pamper myself to a ciggy and a warm slow bath. They've got nice cute bottles in which the toiletries come in. Took a bottle of body lotion back. I'm a metrosexual see. Anyhoo we headed back to Petaling Street for some hot curry laksa. Lesley had asam laksa. *bleh* Not my bowl of laksa. (Get the pun?)

Checked out of the hotel at 3pm and made our way back to Singapore. We drove 2 hours straight and took our first rest when we were 80 odd km away from JB. Two stoned guys and a sleepy lady sitting at a table. Guess you can imagine that.

We crossed the border around 1845hrs. Thanks Chris and Les for the wonderful experience!! =)
The best part of the trip? Cheap petrol.

First post!

Well well.. this is my very first entry! Just wanna try this out for fun since a few of my friends are using this as a blog site.

Been a very hectic week, running about with natures cute little furry animals and getting bitten by almost every insect known to man. In desperate need of a blood transfusion now.Thank goodness this week is over.

Ended work at 7, earliest in probably a gazillion years. But hey who's complaining? Came home to a nice dinner of cheese cake and frozen milk. Which reminds me..my milk is still defrosting in the living room!!!!!!!!

I'll be going to Sepang tomorrow with Chris, sitting in his wonderfully done up Silvia. *drool* (Note to self: Gotta find some cute emoticons) My first drive up there, and also my first time on a track. Hope I'll return safely.

Right now that fat slob of a Reginald Archibald is out "pat tor-ing" with his new found love interest. Like they say in chinese, "heavy lust, light friends" or something like that. "Supper later? Late..." Yeah right.

Anyway I'd better get off to bed. Maybe I'll update this again on Sunday. Maybe..