Blabbering
I’m so bored…
My neck is aching. haiz… It’s tough to have a heavy head… All the essence inside… swarming… But no one’s appreciating all the good stuff…
Today, the school machiam like no one like that. Even in my lab, the whole stretch of lab, only me and another guy studying. wow… the others all go holiday liaoz…
Anyway, I did a new way of studying. For the 1st time since I learned it 12 years ago, I’m using mindmaps to ‘help’ in studying. But I can see why I gave up in the 1st place…
mind maze
What else??
oh… I took pix of myself while in formal wear. Both for last week’s presentation (hey… that seemed like eons ago…) and for my SSMC interview. ha… But wear formal is tough. The shoes are stiff, my waistline is busting… ooh… Each time I wear formal, I have to hold my breath for one whole day. haha…
But I think I overdo le. The other day, at another presentation, I went to toilet and realized that the hook was un-hooked. lol ie, I hold my breath too much, the waist band became too loose. haha…
1st, with my ah beng look
then from ah beng become ah toot
where is my jaw bone?? gotta SLIM DOWN!!
The tie… oh the tie… That’s the other bad thing about having a big head. A big head needs a thick neck to support. So when I buy a shirt that fits my body, the collar is too small. So… I was almost stifling in it.
But since I was holding my breath for the pants, I wasn’t breathing much anyways.
I gotta buy some shirts that fits my body AND my neck. Maybe have them tailor-made.
1st IC photo in 4 years. Still in collar some more. haha… I was wearing specs that day, in that photo booth. And that machine didn’t give enough time to choose from the 3 takes I took (wear spec, look clearly, choose, press). And the buttons were not ergonomic, so I think I chose the wrong pic, a pic with a snarl. haha! And I think the snarl is so Tay Ping Hui…
And guess what? I forgot to remove my stud too. I wonder if this pic is eligible for a passport, cos in addition to the stud, I also didn’t reveal my forehead. lol
the handout for my FYP presentation. thanx giam for helping me buy the folder last min!!
haiz… Something happened in the last minute. Shall update this post later when I get back to my room.
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Back.
So… I was in my 2nd feng shui place, cos well, there was no one in the lab what.
Then the Indian Friend (IF) to whom I dedicated 2 very emotional posts to came along, with her super pungent perfume that I deduced was produced by collecting the sweat of chimpanzees and fermenting them for 49 days, and asked to sit in the 2nd feng shui place that I happened to sit in.
So I told her, why don’t you sit in the 1st feng shui place, since you claimed that your wire is too short??
Nevermind, she agreed. But even before she plugged in her adaptor, along came a PRC Friend who asked to sit in my 2nd feng shui place cos he had a simulation running in that terminal. He said the data is non-terminal-changeable, as though I didn’t know that ALL COMPUTERS IN THE LAB RUN FROM THE SAME SERVER, who say cannot change terminal?
But well, I was intending to leave after the blog post, cos I just shifted a space to finish the previous part.
So… when I left, there was Indian Friend and PRC Friend, squeezed in a corner of an exceedingly empty lab, in my feng shui places.
I hope they are racial-tolerant, I won’t want my friends to be fighting with each other, you know…
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Talk about friends, I recall a lunch-date last week with a group of civilees. The story went that I bumped into Medan and Penang after I took a dump, and they asked me to join them for lunch with gg, a guy whom they insisted I meet cos he sound and talked like me, and another unknown guy.
The focus was not on the 1st guy, cos well, I won’t want to give my competitor free promotion, but on the 2nd guy.
He reminded me of this guy from CSC; not only do they sound like each other, YES, they talk like each other — the same incessant chat filled with superfluous comments; the kind of I-can-shut-off-for-5-minutes-and-I-won’t-miss-a-thing way of talking.
In fact, I turned away rudely to pretend to talk to Medan such that he was exactly perpendicular to my forward line-of-sight. It was also torturous to listen to the gals trying to keep up the conversation with him when the table plunged into an awkward silence every now and then.
Did I mention only the gals were entertaining him??
haha… When I turned away, I happened to notice that my sound-alike-talk-alike alike did the same thing. I think I can include him as a think-alike le…
Anyway, I thought he was from my army unit… BUT I THANK GOD that he was not my direct superior.
ya… But he only turned me off by virtue of the way he spoke. To be fair to him, he was not bad-looking (but erm… did he perm his hair??) and ya, I think guys of his size are agile. And from the only conclusion that I got from the chatter, ya… he is an adventurous guy. (ok, I spent 3 bloody lines trying to talk good about him, gg, don’t come nagging at me for being bad to your friend…)
But oh ya, I also think guys his type attracts gals. Guys who speak like him are the gal-attracter (if not, why were the gals at the table so fascinated with his chatter?). No wonder I don’t get the chick.
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And speaking of chicks, I followed a link from one famed blogger to another blog, where the guy dedicated a whole blog to prostitutes-experience the way people would do a blog for say, cooking.
He actually did reviews on different prostitutes in and out of Singapore and had a ranking of his favourite whores. You know, the way PC World will review and rank every gadget on the market. So he was saying PRC whores don’t know how to suck, Jalan Besar whores are fat and ugly etc.
Gosh… Why am I repeating those??
Anyway, what I was amazed was how vibrant the prostitute ‘industry’ is in Singapore, cos he took pictures of the whorehouses he visited. He also took pictures of prostitutes hitting on men, or lao ah peks ogling and petting them in public.
I think I lived too much in my ivory tower le.
I always thought I had an OK view when I acknowledged the presence of such vices in Singapore, but my impression was that those places were dark and lonely and guys will shuffle quickly in and out of the brothels.
But he showed pictures of the place bustling with activities, how without those PRC whores, the illegal cigarettes business would not have survived, etc. Like Vivo City, except the shoppers had different intents.
I was quite amazed at the amount of guys desperate to find relief in their sexual needs as though sex was the only thing they could live on.
It reminded me of the time when I heard that some specs in my company had a Geylang outing to get themselves laid. ah… I thought they were joking. I mean, those were the ‘obedient, JC’ guys who went through the same education system as me ma… I thought only guys like that Jacky must have sex every weekend.
I was wrong.
I confess to my ignorance.
haiz…
