Spiral of Lights
Celebrations of Colour
Celebrations of Colour – Chingay Parade, Singapore
Rail in Perspective
My new toy
Fully charged. Still empty though.
Why is it so difficult to take a photo of white objects?
I Thought Wrong
Searching for free Blogger templates had been a complete hassle. It’s difficult to find nice ones, and when you did managed to, it won’t be suitable for your blog.
Asking for friends to help to design is yet another tricky matter. You can’t be too demanding, but you don’t want a half-cooked job as well.
Learning to do design myself will be another tortorous, head-splitting endevour. I don’t need that kind of hard work.
So I decided to pay for a blog design. A nice one. I thought it will be a breeze, care free, and get what you want.
I thought wrong. It turned out to be the biggest headache of all.
No photos today. Bad mood. Insomnia. Splitting headache.
Skinny Legged Lion in Drag
Have you ever wonder why the heavily sequinned and colourfully painted Chinese lion dance are called, well, lion?
First of all, real lions don’t have horn. These Chinese ones spot oneon top of their head. Maybe they are cross-bred between a unicorn and a lion. Secondly, I am pretty sure real lion doesn’t use mascara. Look at those elaborate, long eye lashes! Even if they do, what lions will apply white mascara and risked looking like Saruman dragging in sequined costume?
Anyway. I am raving. Have not been able to sleep for the past 72 hours. Goodness know why. Have to resort to see doctors and get sleeping pills. Guess after this I will just pop it and sleep.
Some photos for today, lion included. With skinny legs, I must add. Plus a “backside” than keep flipping the skirt up for air.
The most masculine post I can find for this lion(ess)
Giving the term “self gratifaction” a whole new meaning
As disgusting as my lunch looks, it was absolutely delicious
And thank goodness I had this before meeting the lion
Senseless shot. My PC full of these kind of photos
My office tower. I mean, as in not mine, but where my
office is located at. And, nope, I’m not with Manulife.
I, Confused Zombie
Last night I didn’t managed to catch much sleep. In fact I doubt I slept at all. Deep sleep that is. I remember at 3 in the morning I am still awake, and I am up from my bed by 6. Didn’t straight away go to work though – spend some time replying to an email from the blog designer I hired on Chris’ webby.
So I thought it will be a dead but walking zombie for the rest of the day (so much for setting examples for staff to follow)
I was pretty much in a stupor at work today, but surprisingly I was pretty productive. Pulled out several outstanding tasks, and made some head way in planning some strategy for my team.
I was feeling pretty alright when I was on my way to my first class at MDIS Bugis. Print Media. I dread going for class. But it is the first class – I gotta go and get my study book (it has a strange habit of getting out of stock very fast), and I couldn’t really excuse myself from anymore classes now I am taking only one class per sem.
On the way to class, I noticed that the new NLB building is almost up. Look pretty majestic. Singaporeans’ tax dollar hard at work.
Surprisingly my class was very entertaining. Credit goes to the amusing lecturer in a self depreciating way. Although I was very much stoned, I still able to learn some stuff from the mess of his endless jokes. Man, that man is a nutter. From making crude jokes of himself, tsunami hitting Sentosa Cove, cat/dog/mouse walk, the totally irrelevant link between ZhaoBao and WanBao and Cha Siew Bao… but he is hitting home.
I guess I might just enjoy my classes for one. =)
And I am in for a surprise! Remember Nathaniel Ho from Singapore Idol top 30? He is in my class! He came late and the class was almost packed to the max, so he had to walk in front of the class to get a chair and find a seat… and I knew that some of us in class recognised him.
He looks MUCH better in real person. Suspiciously plucked eyebrow, sharp nose, delicate features… quite an eligible bachelor, I must say. Camera and TV don’t do him justice.
3 hours later, I am on my way home. I was very much asleep by then, but the NLB building attracted my attention again.
And now here I am after 12 a.m. and I haven’t even started updating and sites. Think I’ll just upload the magazine scans and do it tomorrow.
So I am NOT a walking zombie afterall. But damn, I am tired!
Happy Valentines Day
Today is the last day for Thet to be in office before he goes for his extended leave. Being the nice manager I am (plus the fact that Thet is my good friend), I brought the whole department to eat 5-Star chicken rice down the road from our office.
Thet, the only Myanmar guy in the office
My whole department = a grand total of 3 person =)
Anyway, when it comes to eating, I realized guys nowadays don’t seem to say things guys used to say:
Me: Let’s see… shall we have half a chicken?
T: (Doubtful) Urm… sure can finish or not? Maybe too much
Z: (Pull a face) Urgh. Anything lo…
Me: (Flipping menu) Okay… let’s have this homemade tofu, and this vege dish
T: (Pull another face)
Z: I go make a call
T: Sure can finish or not?
Me: Tsk. Not as if you all are small eaters.
You know, not too long ago before metrosexualism and slimming became all the fads, guys would be saying things like this.
Me: Let’s see… shall we have half a chicken?
T: (Doubtful) Urm… sure enough or not? Maybe too little
Z: (Pull a face) Urgh. I think better order one whole chicken
Me: (Flipping menu) Okay… let’s have this homemade tofu, and this vege dish
T: (Pull another face) I also want sambal kangkung and that chicken intestines
Z: I go make a call. Order extra rice for me, hor
T: Sure enough or not?
Me: Tsk. Ok lah all order extra large rice.
Anyway! So I ended up ordering quite a number of dishes. All small portions, just to make sure these guys won’t say their manager is torturing them to become dumplings like he is
Sumptuous spread
Not bad eh. And less than half an hour later…
Polished plates and bowls
Like I said, guys will be guys. Tsk.
After such an early lunch, we went back to office for one last team meeting before Thet goes off. I always kept my meetings below 30 minutes. And usually peppered with laughter and general nonsense (and some stuff I knew would have been better kept to myself. Oops)
The pre-meeting jokes
Happy Friendship Day, everyone!
Bachelor Grouses
One of the many life hazards being a bachelor is having to iron your own shirts everyday. Every Sunday, just being my pre-dinner shower, I will be strongly reminded to iron my shirts NOW by my whole line of unironed shirt, silently screaming for attention
Don’t ask me why ironing is such a tough job. First, it is HOT. Second, it is tedious. Third, the amount of ironing need to be done, no matter when you do it, is humongous. I just HATE ironing
But the worst thing about ironing your own shirt is the abysmal end results! It look just slightly better than an unironed shirt. I am sure this is not only me but a curse bestowed on all bachelor guys. As I always said, leave the ironing to the ladies.
One day I will have my own Minah and I won’t touch the stupid iron anymore! No more sweaty, dismaying ironing! Yay to bachelor life!
P.S: Oh I ironed only one shirt. The pink one. Tomorrow is V-Day, see? Not that I have any dates to speak of…
P.S.S: Not looking for one, either. Unless you are absolutely gorgeous
P.S.S.S: Or absolutely rich. Or both
Constantine, Kenny Rogers and Adidas
Went to watch Constantine today. Was meant to watch with a certain someone, but in the end….. anyway! Liping was sporting enough to be the standby, so we went to watch Keanu Reeves blasting his ways through demons, angels and lucifer. Highly comical. Vaguely entertaining. Unworthy of 4-stars. But Keanu, as usual, is cool. Try cursing with your middle finger when you are on your way to heaven *grin*
Dinner was a low key affair at Kenny Rogers (the alarming article on pandemic bird flu did cross my mind, but heck it).
This is Liping
And this is my dinner (feel weird introducing a friend and then my food. hmmm…)
Liping wanted to buy a jersey for Gary *smirk* and ended up splurging a fortune on a blue Japan jersey I recommended! An agonizing half-an-hour later, few things I have learnt about shopping with women:
You get my drift? Oh, she is going to be soooo killing me. Oh, took lots of pictures too. I am such a cam-whore. Or maybe I am not, since I am not in the pics. Here are some pics of scenic Singapore.