Saturday, 11 October 2008
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
On a weekday morning...
Oh how nice... it's raining cats and dogs (and cows with melamine milk too) on a tuesday morning right now, and here I am sitting, not at the office, but at home!
Yeah how great it will be when you can take a day off some time during the weekdays, laze around at home, and just enjoying the peace and tranquility...Ahhh.....
Now for that specialist appointment I have at the hospital this arvo....
Yeah how great it will be when you can take a day off some time during the weekdays, laze around at home, and just enjoying the peace and tranquility...Ahhh.....
Now for that specialist appointment I have at the hospital this arvo....
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Crutch
Was having a game of tennis with Niankai as usual on a fine Saturday when I do not know how exactly but I injured my right knee. So with his help and an ambulance, I was sent to Changi General Hospital, which is about 3 min from my house. That's near....
After having an X-ray, the doc said that he is unable to tell the problem, and I have to return to see the orthopaedic on Tuesday. Meanwhile I just have to hobble around with a pair of crutches.
Now with the pair of crutches, it is possible to see kind/helpful people as well as other not so nice people around.
Nice people are like my colleagues who offer to help me buy lunch, offer to carry my bag, or some strangers who offer me seats while I'm waiting for a cab. Wow, I get special privileges!
Not so nice people are like those who quickly rush to enter the elevator and press the door-close button when I hobble up to the elevator, to have the door close right before me. Great people aren't they!
After having an X-ray, the doc said that he is unable to tell the problem, and I have to return to see the orthopaedic on Tuesday. Meanwhile I just have to hobble around with a pair of crutches.
Now with the pair of crutches, it is possible to see kind/helpful people as well as other not so nice people around.
Nice people are like my colleagues who offer to help me buy lunch, offer to carry my bag, or some strangers who offer me seats while I'm waiting for a cab. Wow, I get special privileges!
Not so nice people are like those who quickly rush to enter the elevator and press the door-close button when I hobble up to the elevator, to have the door close right before me. Great people aren't they!
Monday, 8 September 2008
Revisiting "Noble Palace"
Tonight my family had dinner at this small cantonese restaurant at Eastpoint shopping centre, which was near my house, and I was swept by a feeling of nostalgia, a "Noble" nostalgia if you know what I mean. Haha.
It was a small to medium size restaurant serving cantonese food. Getting in was not so much of a problem even though it was crowded. We ordered a few dishes and waited.
Well the first problem appeared. We had this pot of chinese tea, and after it emptied, what you usually do is tilt the lid of the teapot so as to inform the waitress to refill it with hot water. One waitress came over and brought the teapot away to be refilled, but it didn't come back. Instead it ended up on the next table. So my father had to inform them about this, and the waitress was still laughing heartily about how she had fumbled up this easy task.
Then my father was quite irritated that the food was served quite slowly, and the portions were quite small. There was no option for large/medium/small, all the dish portions were a standard, small.
And then as encountered before in a far far away place called Noble Palace, the dish which I ordered did not arrive! We were almost done with dinner but there was no sign of the dish. And the thing was, the waitress cancelled out the dish on the receipt to symbolise that the dish had arrive, even though it did not. Anyway, my father indicated to the waiter/waitress 2 times about this but still it drew a blank.
I was smiling to myself as I recalled this incident some time last year which ended in some drama. Hence I was keeping my cool while watching my father sweat over this. I wanted to tell him to take it easy but I thought that maybe it was better to just keep quiet, lest the tea ended somewhere else.
So he stood up and went to the cashier to foot the bill before the dish arrive, with a great feeling of displeasure (this is an understatement). Anyway, I was at least glad there were no big dramas. Haha, what a "Noble" feeling!
It was a small to medium size restaurant serving cantonese food. Getting in was not so much of a problem even though it was crowded. We ordered a few dishes and waited.
Well the first problem appeared. We had this pot of chinese tea, and after it emptied, what you usually do is tilt the lid of the teapot so as to inform the waitress to refill it with hot water. One waitress came over and brought the teapot away to be refilled, but it didn't come back. Instead it ended up on the next table. So my father had to inform them about this, and the waitress was still laughing heartily about how she had fumbled up this easy task.
Then my father was quite irritated that the food was served quite slowly, and the portions were quite small. There was no option for large/medium/small, all the dish portions were a standard, small.
And then as encountered before in a far far away place called Noble Palace, the dish which I ordered did not arrive! We were almost done with dinner but there was no sign of the dish. And the thing was, the waitress cancelled out the dish on the receipt to symbolise that the dish had arrive, even though it did not. Anyway, my father indicated to the waiter/waitress 2 times about this but still it drew a blank.
I was smiling to myself as I recalled this incident some time last year which ended in some drama. Hence I was keeping my cool while watching my father sweat over this. I wanted to tell him to take it easy but I thought that maybe it was better to just keep quiet, lest the tea ended somewhere else.
So he stood up and went to the cashier to foot the bill before the dish arrive, with a great feeling of displeasure (this is an understatement). Anyway, I was at least glad there were no big dramas. Haha, what a "Noble" feeling!
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
the dark knight
Finally had a chance to catch the Dark Knight on the big screen yesterday before it ran out. Was anticipating much from it, after Barney highly recommended it to me. And other heard good reviews from some others too.
I feel that the performance of Christian Bale was pretty ordinary, but it was the villains who shone brightly. Of that, Heath Ledger gave a stellar performance in the role as the Joker. Absolutely brilliant, although the make-up department was not fully functional I guess. The make-up of the Joker looked much better in the previous episodes, and it seemed like they had not much budget to apply sufficient make-up.
However, the emotions, actions, words and.....in fact the whole performance by Heath in the Joker was pretty brilliant and he really made you feel frightened by his appearance.
The guy who acted as Harvey Dent aka Two-face, can't remember his name but the same guy from Thank You for Smoking, was quite brilliant as well, not to the standard of the Joker, maybe cos he only had half a face left, but still a stand-out nonetheless.
And I did notice that the actor who played the Mayor of Gotham city was actually the leader of The Others in the series, Lost. I kept picturing him going to eliminate some people with gas attack or rifles or something like he did in Lost, but then he didn't.
Sorry no mention of Bale's performance as I didn't think great of it. But the movie was great nonetheless.
And a side note. Was at a kopitiam with my colleague for lunch today. So while we were eating, the har gow he ordered arrived and was served by one freak-head woman. He put it, oh sorry, she put it on the table and left. So my colleague wanted some chili sauce to go with it, and he quickly turned to her and said "excuse me, can I have some chili?"
And the woman turned back sharply and shouted "WHAT?!"
we were both stunned for a second.
But luckily I was wearing some amulet that could shorten the stun-time, and recovered and shouted back to her "Why So Rude?!"
And she went "what" again and widened her eyes and marched towards me, with my colleague looking at me with his eyes that seems to be telling me "Wahhhhhh..........you are a winner"
Monday, 4 August 2008
Work is tiring
I had been resisting for 3 weeks to follow in my friend's footsteps in making a blog post to complain about how working life is tiring, but still I succumbed to that favourite SG habit - complaining!
Oh well, it's tiring!
Basically, I wake up at 7 every morning, wash up, read the paper while I have breakfast, and leave the house at 7.45am. Reach workplace at 8.25am, then work until 12pm+ then go for lunch. Arrive back in office at 1pm+ and continue working till 6.30pm+ or sometimes around 7pm+, then reach home 7pm earliest, or usually about 7.30pm. Rest for a bit, then have dinner, then rest for a longer bit, maybe watch some tv or like right now, do some blogging, and then go to sleep at 11pm.
I practically don't really have as much freetime as I used to have, to do whatever stuff like watching movies or playing pc games. Sigh...
Hey those of you reading this and sniggering away, it'll be your turn soon! Watch out man, I only started some time before you, but hopefully, fingers crossed, I can end this routine earlier than you!
Yawnz......
Oh well, it's tiring!
Basically, I wake up at 7 every morning, wash up, read the paper while I have breakfast, and leave the house at 7.45am. Reach workplace at 8.25am, then work until 12pm+ then go for lunch. Arrive back in office at 1pm+ and continue working till 6.30pm+ or sometimes around 7pm+, then reach home 7pm earliest, or usually about 7.30pm. Rest for a bit, then have dinner, then rest for a longer bit, maybe watch some tv or like right now, do some blogging, and then go to sleep at 11pm.
I practically don't really have as much freetime as I used to have, to do whatever stuff like watching movies or playing pc games. Sigh...
Hey those of you reading this and sniggering away, it'll be your turn soon! Watch out man, I only started some time before you, but hopefully, fingers crossed, I can end this routine earlier than you!
Yawnz......
Sunday, 20 July 2008
No Space for Complains
Ever had this scenario, when you complain about some matter and you are shut out of your complain by someone? I shall talk about mine.
I have these nice REAL Polo Tees by Ralph Lauren [Just a side story: After you go travelling in Bangkok, people tend to assume that whatever branded stuff that you own, are counterfeit products, especially with the large variety of fake Ralph Lauren Polo Tees in MBK Centre. That's why the stressing of the 'REAL' at the beginning of the paragraph, just to tell you it's not the 199baht, which you can bargain to 180baht, products selling in Bangkok.] Anyway, so back to the main story.
I put this one particular Polo Tee together with the rest of the laundry to be washed. My father usually does the laundry at home. So today I was doing the ironing of clothes, which is usually done by me, I noticed that there was a small purple spot at the front of the Polo Tee. Okay it's not too obvious, so I thought it should be ok. But horror of horrors, when I turned it to the back, I saw large purple spots on it, and I fainted! WTH! I don't know what caused the spots but I suspect it might have been the softener. [Side story again: This has not been the first time that my laundry has appeared with spots of other colours on it, and strangely enough, these spots seem to appear only when my father does the laundry, and they seem to only "attack" my clothes! Or maybe they do stain other clothes but that I do not pay attention to.]
So I was pretty resigned to fate that my nice expensive Polo Tee was going to be stained for the rest of its life, maybe something like the life of a rich man who suddenly committed an offence and was put behind bars, and suddenly find himself with a stain on his life. So later on, I complained to my Mum, and as you may know, complaining is one of the favourite pastimes of a Singaporean. So the conversation goes something like this:
Me: You know, I found a large purple stain on my Ralph Lauren Polo Tee!
Mum: 你这么厉害，你自己洗啦！[translates as: If you think you are so good, why don't you wash it yourself!]
Ok, Short & Sweet. A big full-stop to my complain.
So is there no room for me to complain in my own house?
Sometimes we are not trying to blame anyone for anything, but we just try to speak out our hearts so as to feel more comfortable, and that was certainly no relief for my comfort at all.
Well my Mum's next sentence was a heart breaker too.
Mum: Is it a fake Polo Ralph Lauren? [which explains why I told my first side story]
Sigh................
I have these nice REAL Polo Tees by Ralph Lauren [Just a side story: After you go travelling in Bangkok, people tend to assume that whatever branded stuff that you own, are counterfeit products, especially with the large variety of fake Ralph Lauren Polo Tees in MBK Centre. That's why the stressing of the 'REAL' at the beginning of the paragraph, just to tell you it's not the 199baht, which you can bargain to 180baht, products selling in Bangkok.] Anyway, so back to the main story.
I put this one particular Polo Tee together with the rest of the laundry to be washed. My father usually does the laundry at home. So today I was doing the ironing of clothes, which is usually done by me, I noticed that there was a small purple spot at the front of the Polo Tee. Okay it's not too obvious, so I thought it should be ok. But horror of horrors, when I turned it to the back, I saw large purple spots on it, and I fainted! WTH! I don't know what caused the spots but I suspect it might have been the softener. [Side story again: This has not been the first time that my laundry has appeared with spots of other colours on it, and strangely enough, these spots seem to appear only when my father does the laundry, and they seem to only "attack" my clothes! Or maybe they do stain other clothes but that I do not pay attention to.]
So I was pretty resigned to fate that my nice expensive Polo Tee was going to be stained for the rest of its life, maybe something like the life of a rich man who suddenly committed an offence and was put behind bars, and suddenly find himself with a stain on his life. So later on, I complained to my Mum, and as you may know, complaining is one of the favourite pastimes of a Singaporean. So the conversation goes something like this:
Me: You know, I found a large purple stain on my Ralph Lauren Polo Tee!
Mum: 你这么厉害，你自己洗啦！[translates as: If you think you are so good, why don't you wash it yourself!]
Ok, Short & Sweet. A big full-stop to my complain.
So is there no room for me to complain in my own house?
Sometimes we are not trying to blame anyone for anything, but we just try to speak out our hearts so as to feel more comfortable, and that was certainly no relief for my comfort at all.
Well my Mum's next sentence was a heart breaker too.
Mum: Is it a fake Polo Ralph Lauren? [which explains why I told my first side story]
Sigh................
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