It’s a matter of life and death. Uh-huh.

[via xkcd]

Seriously, what’s with cockroaches nowadays?! Don’t they know they should stay away from humans and hide at all times?!

I just finished a meeting in the meeting room and is clearing up putting a jar of water back to the fridge. There, to my utter horror, is a big black cockroach dropped out of nowhere to the floor right in front of the fridge as I leaned forward to open the fridge door.

I almost flung the jar (half filled with water) into the ceiling. But I didn’t, miraculously.

I stared at the disgusting disgusting creature and froze. For a good 2 seconds.

Backing out the door slowly so as not to alarm the cockroach in case it decided to fly! Which will kill me! I look for someone to rescue me. My boss is nearby, but he is busy talking to our clients whom we just had meeting with.

I creep back to the meeting room again, trying to see from a safe distance whether the offender is still there. Gaaah! It’s gone!

Biting my teeth, I put the jar back into the fridge and all the used glasses into the bucket at top speed. My hair were all standing. Just the thought of it grosses me out.

After I’ve done everything, my boss returned to the room. I told him there is a cockroach in the room. He looked at me and told me he is scared of cockroach too. Not the screaming type but he will walk away briskly if he spots one. If no choice (like cos wife is even more terrified of cockroach) then will smack it with newspaper.

He told me once when he was still in university, he was waiting at the bus stop and at the corner of his eyes he saw something black flying around. Thinking it’s a butterfly, he remained seated, daydreaming in his own little blissful world despite the mini commotion already going on among the girls in the bus stop.

All of the sudden, this “butterfly” flew right smack onto his left cheek. He brushed it off his face immediately, still not realising what it is.

When he looked down on the floor at what actually flew onto his face, he almost fainted.

Ewwww!!

Originally uploaded by -Angela.

I was minding my own business, working hard at my desk when suddenly a numbing pain came to the right side of my cheek. It felt like there is a small balloon blowing up and as I thought I’m going to get the toothache again, the little balloon burst.

Feeling muscus rushing to my nose, I quickly pick up a tissue and held it to my nose. My nose felt stuffed so I took another tissue and blow my nose. I looked at the tissue, lo and behold, it was brown! Eeeek!

My nose got even more stuffed and the super diluted muscus started flowing out of my right nostril. I grabbed another tissue and ran to the toilet.

As I blow my brains out in the toilet, I was trying to make sense of what is happening. Upon close examination of the tissue soaked with brown liquid, it dawned on me that this is the tea that I drank this morning.

I seriously have no clue as to how and why the tea ended up in my air passage and decided to exit via my nose.

Gah! So gross!

I received a sms yesterday from a most unlikely person.

“Miss bb, busy? L.”

L together with Grump and later T forms the group I used to hang out during our poly days. Ever since we graduated, to have a gathering with all 4 present became an insurmountable task for everyone went separate ways, to different countries.

Initially, we went to the same country, all were in Australia. 3 of them in Queensland and me in Melbourne. Me being the poorest of all, could not visit them, so they came down to visit during breaks instead.

With the completion of the mandatory studying, all headed back to Singapore. After working for a while, the itchy backsides decided they want to go elsewhere.

In the end, L went back to Jakarta (she’s Indonesian), Grump went Melbourne, Taiwan and Canberra (and nobody knows where she is now) and T went UK and then back here (and will be heading back to UK soon to get married), and me stuck in Singapore.

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I called L and was promptly informed that she is leaving tomorrow on a 5pm flight. Leaving… tonight as the only time to catch up, but then tonight she might already have plans.

Win already.

We exchanged updates on our lives and about Grump and T. We reminisced how 10 years ago we sat in a cafe saying to meet again in 10 years time to see if we have attained our goals of becoming tai-tais.

It’s really scary how this 10 years just flew past us. Obviously we have not become tai-tais (we cannot make it lah, always mixing with the wrong crowd), but things have worked out for all of us in one way or another and most importantly, we are happy.

T once wrote to me: Just want you to know I love you very much and I want you be happy in whatever you do.

You know what guys, I love you too and I want all of you to be happy in whatever you do. Tho we don’t hang out as regularly and is/will be in different countries, you know we will always be able to pick up right where we left off.

[via pau]

Kat was shopping in Bangkok (for the Nth time) 2 weekends ago and she was telling me how impressed she is at how much the Thais adore their King.

It’s the 60th Anniversary Celebrations of King Bhumibol Adulyadej’s Accession to the Throne and the Thais have been and still is celebrating since June when I visited Phuket, where they were wearing this yellow t-shirt, watching the King’s address on a big screen and handing out free soft drinks on the street.

She was telling me that the yellow t-shirt they were wearing are actually not free. The cheapest version — t-shirt, cost 300baht! Other versions like polo-tee or thai silk cost more! Speaking of putting your money where your mouth is. You got love your president or PM or SM or MM or whoever so much anot?!

I shook my head at her and said, “Tsktsktsk… and you bargained for their clothes for how much? 200baht?! No wonder the storekeeper can’t be bothered selling you lah!”

So horrigible.

Oh and Kat also say Rotiboy (remember them?) is the rage in Bangkok now with long queues and such. I think they have closed all their outlets here in Singapore ya?

Ever wondered why brands and businesses that seemed to be doing so well in Singapore ended up pulling out after a while?

I also dunch know lah. Pondering on such chim question kills my brain cells.

Stupidly funny. Something I actually did when young.

[via xkcd]

I heard on the radio yesterday morning of people lamenting how badly they want to attend the National Day Parade and how unlucky they are despite annual participation in the ticket balloting system they are never picked, and how the government should consider improving the system so every Singaporean will get a chance to go in their lifetime blah blah.

As I listen, I was thinking to myself, “Why would people want to go and get themselves squashed on the way there and on the way back, with total impossiblities in finding carpark and be stuck in a massive jam hours after the NDP has finished?!”.

This is call patriotism, they say.

I have the opportunity to go. No balloting required. But I don’t want.

If you ask me do I feel a sense of pride when Singapore is mentioned when I’m overseas? Well, depends where, what and by who. I do feel proud that I’m a Singaporean, at times. Other times, I’m just indifferent.

I ish so not patriotic.

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No! Please don’t cut my electricity and water! Please continue to sweep the rubbish from the corridor in front of my house! Please don’t chong kong my CPF!

Okok! I lup Singapore LEEP LEEP, can?

Originally uploaded by carlosluis.

This is truly a sad sad day.

In the deprived corner of the island that I work, there is a glimpse of civilisation in the form of a cafe kiosk named Dimbulah Coffee in the next building. Tho just a kiosk with few chairs and tables, it provided a place for us to regain our sanity from the craziness of work and short break from the energy-sucking office.

The staff that mans the kiosk changes now and then. For the past few months, it has been this cute young Chinese boy with an attitude (got abit of the ABC pattern… I like!). He would bring his laptop and plays some rock songs, softly ofcos.

Did I mention the boy is cute? The first time Kat and I saw him, we decided to tease him abit. Dimbulah Coffee has a simple loyalty program where you get a stamp on a card for every coffee purchase. After the card is fully stamped, you get a free coffee.

Our boss has a few cards there, cos that place happens to be our regular department “meeting room” too. We were happily helping ourselves to the box that contains all the cards and trying to find the one that belongs to our boss. All the while the boy was glancing at the corner of his eyes, probably thinking to himself, “Are this 2 women trying to steal cards?!”

To make him more kan cheong, Kat said out loud, “Aiya, why don’t we just pick any card that is fully stamped already and exchange for free coffees?”. That was in jest ofcos. The look on the boy’s face is just priceless.

We would try talk to him everytime we go there but he always give a 1 or 2 words reply. Act cool sial!

Finally last week, Kat spoke to him again and he told her that was his last day and proudly declares that he hasn’t got another job yet, so he will just be relaxing and bum around for a while. Tsk! Young people nowadays are so irresponsible.

That was the most words we have heard him speak (he in good mood lah) but unfortunately that would also be the last we hear of him. Most likely.

Now, we only get good coffee but no cute boy. It’s a sad sad day.

Excerpt:

Designed by ad agency Leo Burnett with the input of an engineer, the billboard features a real sundial whose shadow falls on a different breakfast item each hour until noon, when the shadow of the McDonald’s arches are dead center.

[link via lancerlord]