Ever since I joined my company, I’ve developed an obsession.
Subway sandwiches.
It started one day when I felt like losing some weight. And then BHAM!
I’m eating it everyday.
And every day’s the same thing:
Bread: Parmesan Oregano
Size: 6 inches
Filling: Meatball Marinara
Vegetables: Lettuce, tomatoes, onions
Sauce: Sweet onion
One day, I felt hungrier than usual. Decided to have a cookie as well. After some trial and error, white macadamia nut cookie is the da best. It’s now the de-facto snack which I eat at around 4pm at the office.
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Monday, March 31, 2008
Things I don’t understand
Things I don’t understand:
1. Why do we spend about S$400 on an ipod and then spend S$30 on stickers to protect it?
2. Why do we spend money buying expensive shoes and then have to spend more money to go to a cobbler in Bishan to add a rubber sole?
3. Why do we cut our hair when they’re going to fall off anyway?
4. Why do nails have to grow?
5. Why are toenails so difficult to cut?
1. Why do we spend about S$400 on an ipod and then spend S$30 on stickers to protect it?
2. Why do we spend money buying expensive shoes and then have to spend more money to go to a cobbler in Bishan to add a rubber sole?
3. Why do we cut our hair when they’re going to fall off anyway?
4. Why do nails have to grow?
5. Why are toenails so difficult to cut?
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Hope
Hope springs eternal.
It look me a long while to understand what that means. Because hope is not a tangible object, how can it do such an animated action like "spring"?
But supposedly it means that hope is eternal.
I actually like Mondays. Mondays give the hope of a new start. A clean slate to do what you didnt manage to do/didnt do properly/screwed up the previous week.
I hate tuesdays cos by then you know how your Monday went. And it's four more days to weekend.
So i like Mondays. This Monday, i went to work with the hope that it was better than last week. Last week was a damn bad week. And the previous week was bad too. Actually the week from 3 March and 7 March was quite possibly the worst week in my life. It was so bad and not funny that i didnt wanna blog about it.
And it spirals.
This week, i had a cut that simply wont heal. It just didnt clot and it stained a few of my shirts in the meantime.
Im so stressed up that my hairdresser told me this week that my hair's thinner. SHIT.
I cant be bothered to type anymore.
I feel snappy and I feel irritated.
I hope this week turns for the good.
It look me a long while to understand what that means. Because hope is not a tangible object, how can it do such an animated action like "spring"?
But supposedly it means that hope is eternal.
I actually like Mondays. Mondays give the hope of a new start. A clean slate to do what you didnt manage to do/didnt do properly/screwed up the previous week.
I hate tuesdays cos by then you know how your Monday went. And it's four more days to weekend.
So i like Mondays. This Monday, i went to work with the hope that it was better than last week. Last week was a damn bad week. And the previous week was bad too. Actually the week from 3 March and 7 March was quite possibly the worst week in my life. It was so bad and not funny that i didnt wanna blog about it.
And it spirals.
This week, i had a cut that simply wont heal. It just didnt clot and it stained a few of my shirts in the meantime.
Im so stressed up that my hairdresser told me this week that my hair's thinner. SHIT.
I cant be bothered to type anymore.
I feel snappy and I feel irritated.
I hope this week turns for the good.
Carz
It's my boss's birthday in the second week of April.
I deliberated on whether i should get him something. My company has a daily morning meeting where we would celebrate any birthdays, if any. So i cannot pretend not to know.
My boss is a millionaire and he drives a Ferrari. There's no decent present I can get him within the budget i had in mind.
It's times like this which you have to use the "sweet and warm with a el cheapo gift" approach rather than the "shock and awe with an opulent gift" approach. Much like JC boys getting a gift for Friendship Day.
I got him this.

S$5.95 if you pump petrol at Shell.
Speaking about cars, there was a BMW roadshow the mall near my office. Went to check out the cars cos i had a quick lunch. The cars are so sweet! 18" rims run flat tyres, 2l engine and a whole lot of other things i didnt really understand.
Entry level model costs S$132,000.
When can i buy one?
I deliberated on whether i should get him something. My company has a daily morning meeting where we would celebrate any birthdays, if any. So i cannot pretend not to know.
My boss is a millionaire and he drives a Ferrari. There's no decent present I can get him within the budget i had in mind.
It's times like this which you have to use the "sweet and warm with a el cheapo gift" approach rather than the "shock and awe with an opulent gift" approach. Much like JC boys getting a gift for Friendship Day.
I got him this.

S$5.95 if you pump petrol at Shell.
Speaking about cars, there was a BMW roadshow the mall near my office. Went to check out the cars cos i had a quick lunch. The cars are so sweet! 18" rims run flat tyres, 2l engine and a whole lot of other things i didnt really understand.
Entry level model costs S$132,000.
When can i buy one?
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Weak End
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Used
Everyone hates to feel used.
It hurts when you actually care.
I just hate it when people asks you for favours or come to you for a listening ear. And then when the favours are given and ears have listened, they dont have the courtesy to answer your questions. DONT HAVE!
It took a herculean effort to stop myself from saying something nasty.
It hurts when you actually care.
I just hate it when people asks you for favours or come to you for a listening ear. And then when the favours are given and ears have listened, they dont have the courtesy to answer your questions. DONT HAVE!
It took a herculean effort to stop myself from saying something nasty.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Health is Wealth
Health is wealth.
It's so so so damn cliched but it's so true.
Money can buy health to a certain extent but sometimes it cannot.
Ailments baffle and confound and sadden.
Sigh.
I hope my uncle and my sis get well soon.
It's so so so damn cliched but it's so true.
Money can buy health to a certain extent but sometimes it cannot.
Ailments baffle and confound and sadden.
Sigh.
I hope my uncle and my sis get well soon.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Lost
My colleague remarked today that she thinks i make a good actor.
"Why?" I asked.
"Cos you always walk so slowly like you own the road. And you also look so cool and deep in thought"
"...."
(I actually dont know if i need to put inverted commas betwen the dot dot dots. You cant quote something when you dont say anything)
The truth of the matter is that i sometimes feel lost at work. There are just days when I feel like the world's spinning round and round and I have no idea what's going on and oh well.. im too lazy to continue..
Have a good weekend.
"Why?" I asked.
"Cos you always walk so slowly like you own the road. And you also look so cool and deep in thought"
"...."
(I actually dont know if i need to put inverted commas betwen the dot dot dots. You cant quote something when you dont say anything)
The truth of the matter is that i sometimes feel lost at work. There are just days when I feel like the world's spinning round and round and I have no idea what's going on and oh well.. im too lazy to continue..
Have a good weekend.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Naughty Video
Check this out.
http://dothetest.co.uk/
T|ny sent this to me.
My company showed this once to talk about the lesson of... well, you'll know when you see the video.
http://dothetest.co.uk/
T|ny sent this to me.
My company showed this once to talk about the lesson of... well, you'll know when you see the video.
Expensive Tea
I was doing my expense claims and saw this receipt where I paid for meeting some clients for tea.
2 pots of camomile tea @S$18 each
1 glass of orange juice @ S$9.
Total after s/c and GST = S$52.97.
Phew that was expensive!
2 pots of camomile tea @S$18 each
1 glass of orange juice @ S$9.
Total after s/c and GST = S$52.97.
Phew that was expensive!
Hunted
A headhunter called me yesterday. Said there was a position in Vietnam that was “very suitable” for me. Asked me to send her my resume. After chatting her for some time, I realised that she actually called me a couple of weeks back saying she’s from a trade magazine asking about what my company and I did in Vietnam.
I replied with this email this morning.
Hi XXXXXX
After thinking it through I decided that I’m not interested in the position.
Thank you for your time.
Say, do you also work for a trade publication that has a focus on Vietnam? I thought I spoke to someone from a trade magazine whose voice sounded very similar to yours with regards to what I did for Vietnam.
Best Regards,
XXXXXX
I replied with this email this morning.
Hi XXXXXX
After thinking it through I decided that I’m not interested in the position.
Thank you for your time.
Say, do you also work for a trade publication that has a focus on Vietnam? I thought I spoke to someone from a trade magazine whose voice sounded very similar to yours with regards to what I did for Vietnam.
Best Regards,
XXXXXX
Monday, March 17, 2008
Possibly One of the Worst Way to Start the Week
Quite possibly one of the worst ways to start the week. I'm not in a hurry to outdo this one.
I have a conference call at 8am on Monday morning. US boss in the US, client in Sydney and I'm in Singapore :(
Sianz.
Woke at 6:30am.
YAWN
Left my house at 7:15am.
ECP jammed from Tanah Merah entrance!!! TANAH MERAH ENTRANCE LEH!!!
7:30am - Emailed US boss to say i'll be late for the call.
8am - Havent passed Bedok. Called the dial-in number. I'm the moderator.
8:15am - Passed the seven (SEVEN!!!)-vehicle accident
8:16am - ZOOOOMED off from Bedok. US boss complained too much background noise from my car (stupid mitsubishi engine and yokohama tires). Muted my phone.
8:40am - Reached office car park. Entered lift. Disconnected from call.
8:45am - Called in the dial-in line. Only to realise every (EVERY!!!!!) one else got d/c cos I (the MODERATOR) disconnected!@!@
8:46am till end of call - Felt like an idiot.
Call ended at 10:30am. Late for my 9:30am meeting. Shit. Left my desk to find my Singapore boss to explain why im late.
10:45am - Came back to my desk to see voice mail light lit up.
10:47am - Listened to voicemail left by US boos " Where the hell are you? Went to the washroom after the call? Call me back"
10:49am - Called back. Listened on how i should have my documents in front of me during conference calls. How i shouldnt do conference calls in the car.
10:55am - Explained myself but feeling stupid at the same time.
:(
I have a conference call at 8am on Monday morning. US boss in the US, client in Sydney and I'm in Singapore :(
Sianz.
Woke at 6:30am.
YAWN
Left my house at 7:15am.
ECP jammed from Tanah Merah entrance!!! TANAH MERAH ENTRANCE LEH!!!
7:30am - Emailed US boss to say i'll be late for the call.
8am - Havent passed Bedok. Called the dial-in number. I'm the moderator.
8:15am - Passed the seven (SEVEN!!!)-vehicle accident
8:16am - ZOOOOMED off from Bedok. US boss complained too much background noise from my car (stupid mitsubishi engine and yokohama tires). Muted my phone.
8:40am - Reached office car park. Entered lift. Disconnected from call.
8:45am - Called in the dial-in line. Only to realise every (EVERY!!!!!) one else got d/c cos I (the MODERATOR) disconnected!@!@
8:46am till end of call - Felt like an idiot.
Call ended at 10:30am. Late for my 9:30am meeting. Shit. Left my desk to find my Singapore boss to explain why im late.
10:45am - Came back to my desk to see voice mail light lit up.
10:47am - Listened to voicemail left by US boos " Where the hell are you? Went to the washroom after the call? Call me back"
10:49am - Called back. Listened on how i should have my documents in front of me during conference calls. How i shouldnt do conference calls in the car.
10:55am - Explained myself but feeling stupid at the same time.
:(
Friday, March 07, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Jakarta
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Snippets
"Snippets" is one of those blog entries that almost every blog would have at some point. Basically it just means that the blogger doesnt have much happening in his/her life but he just wants to blog.
Someone was trying to be funny again when he parked right beside me on Friday. Thankfully i was a little more alert and wasnt fooled into trying to open his boot.

It was a lazy Saturday that included a facial appointment. Once again, removed so many blackheads that my head feels lighter. And then when i'm bored, I'd go over to the Tailor. Anyway I had to do a fitting for my suit, which i made then. As usual it was super duper crowded, more so cos it was a saturday. Decided to take a picture for my readers. There's this rare pretty girl in the shop today. Alone. She looked totally lost sia.. all the people there were either couples (gf there to help bfs choose materials) or single guys like me (no gfs to help choose material :( ). As mentioned in my post earlier, the Tailor's is a world of men. Women are lost here. As i looked at the picture again, i realised she didnt look as lost as she did in real life and that one of the couples was actually two guys. I remember them. The one in darker blue was speaking so loudly in a gu niang voice that was so irritating. As I see it now, he is wearing sneakers with pants and long sleeved shirt... gosh.. such a fashion disaster... these kind of people do not deserve to make the queue longer at the Tailor. They taint the masterpieces the Tailor ...urm.. tailors out on a daily basis.
Anyway, the dude in the studded Armani belt is my Tailor. He said it was dress down Saturday today. Haha.. Choice words from the Man once again.
Someone was trying to be funny again when he parked right beside me on Friday. Thankfully i was a little more alert and wasnt fooled into trying to open his boot.

It was a lazy Saturday that included a facial appointment. Once again, removed so many blackheads that my head feels lighter. And then when i'm bored, I'd go over to the Tailor. Anyway I had to do a fitting for my suit, which i made then. As usual it was super duper crowded, more so cos it was a saturday. Decided to take a picture for my readers. There's this rare pretty girl in the shop today. Alone. She looked totally lost sia.. all the people there were either couples (gf there to help bfs choose materials) or single guys like me (no gfs to help choose material :( ). As mentioned in my post earlier, the Tailor's is a world of men. Women are lost here. As i looked at the picture again, i realised she didnt look as lost as she did in real life and that one of the couples was actually two guys. I remember them. The one in darker blue was speaking so loudly in a gu niang voice that was so irritating. As I see it now, he is wearing sneakers with pants and long sleeved shirt... gosh.. such a fashion disaster... these kind of people do not deserve to make the queue longer at the Tailor. They taint the masterpieces the Tailor ...urm.. tailors out on a daily basis.
Anyway, the dude in the studded Armani belt is my Tailor. He said it was dress down Saturday today. Haha.. Choice words from the Man once again.
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