Showing posts with label Miscellaneous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscellaneous. Show all posts
Friday, June 01, 2007
Ads for Snugloft
If you guys have paid enough attention, you would have realised that i have an ad box on the right. They said something about paying me but i'm not sure how it works. The only way to find out is that you guys click on it during your visit and get your friends to check out the ads as well. It's Google's ads so it's pretty decent so rest assured that there will be no pornography pop-ups.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
La"seek"
Been thinking about having Lasik done for the longest time ever. Whenever new technology surfaces, side effects you might get based on the old technology would be revealed due to the efforts of promoting the new technology. Hence my reservation getting Lasik done on my eyes. Yes, your eyes! One of the most precious gift you would ever receive and never take it for granted. We do, don't we. I often forget there are people who never had the convenience of having eyesight, they will never get to experience the colours and views we did or will see.
I have had friends who have done it and also friends who work at the Eye Centre and friends who could get discounts, the list goes on and i still can't muster enough courage to do it. I've spoken to a candidate today who have just done the procedure not long ago with a great ophthalmologist and i think i will go see this guy. His price range is a little steep but hey, it's an expensive asset to protect. The issue now would be the cost. Once i get a good placement and get the money in my pocket, i will get it done.
This is not an advertisement but here's the website to the clinic that i wanna get my Lasik done. http://www.lasiksurgeryclinic.com
On an entirely separate note, i have added some links on your rights. Click on them to access to the blogs of my loved ones. If you have a blog you wanna add on to my list, leave me a message and i'd do it immediately. Being legally trained, i reserve all rights to reject any request or to take down anyone's link at any point in time. I will have all the discretion i need on MY blog.
I have had friends who have done it and also friends who work at the Eye Centre and friends who could get discounts, the list goes on and i still can't muster enough courage to do it. I've spoken to a candidate today who have just done the procedure not long ago with a great ophthalmologist and i think i will go see this guy. His price range is a little steep but hey, it's an expensive asset to protect. The issue now would be the cost. Once i get a good placement and get the money in my pocket, i will get it done.
This is not an advertisement but here's the website to the clinic that i wanna get my Lasik done. http://www.lasiksurgeryclinic.com
On an entirely separate note, i have added some links on your rights. Click on them to access to the blogs of my loved ones. If you have a blog you wanna add on to my list, leave me a message and i'd do it immediately. Being legally trained, i reserve all rights to reject any request or to take down anyone's link at any point in time. I will have all the discretion i need on MY blog.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Senseless SG Boys
In general, Singaporean girls do not need their guys to open their doors nor pull our their chair but we're not going to deny that it feels good to be pampered once in a while. I must say i'm lucky because CT knows how to treat a girl right, not just me, guess it boils down to having 3 elder sisters who probably drilled him to walk the route leading to "the bright side". Well, he's got me, guess that's an incentive? For him at least? Oh crap...
My message is: "Singaporean boys in general (I STRESS, NOT ALL OF THEM), do not know how to treat a lady right." It doesn't have to be your sister, your girlfriend nor your Mom. Just gestures to know that you're still human enough to care about people around you. Take for example, my hands were full today with bags and such, the men just walked past me with no intention to open the heavy door for me and when they do it to let themselves in, they didn't bother to keep it open for 5 more seconds so that i can get it??!! WTF!
Guys, you've got to learn to be more gentlemanly. You'll never know who you're going to meet. You are constantly being observed and one day, it might hit back at you. When you're nice, you will be remembered. I never thought white guys were in any way superior and in fact, i've only dated Asian guys. Don't let the girls remember the white trash and leave you behind. Stop complaining Singaporean girls don't like Singaporean boys.
My message is: "Singaporean boys in general (I STRESS, NOT ALL OF THEM), do not know how to treat a lady right." It doesn't have to be your sister, your girlfriend nor your Mom. Just gestures to know that you're still human enough to care about people around you. Take for example, my hands were full today with bags and such, the men just walked past me with no intention to open the heavy door for me and when they do it to let themselves in, they didn't bother to keep it open for 5 more seconds so that i can get it??!! WTF!
Guys, you've got to learn to be more gentlemanly. You'll never know who you're going to meet. You are constantly being observed and one day, it might hit back at you. When you're nice, you will be remembered. I never thought white guys were in any way superior and in fact, i've only dated Asian guys. Don't let the girls remember the white trash and leave you behind. Stop complaining Singaporean girls don't like Singaporean boys.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Anger Management
Arguements are inevitable in relationships and i'm glad we haven't got much to argue. We have our occasionally over the board, taken too far sort of jokes but we know this doesn't affect how we feel about each other. I must say that the fear did set in when the silence slowly creeps into the discomfort zone but i know that for the love we share, it will end soon. The end hug was one of the most comfortable ever, to know that there's someone there to bear my nonsense, untimely silence and inability to take serious jokes.
Like we promised each other, we should always talk it through. Don't ever coop those anger inside you. Speaking about which, just got this email from "DGJ" on anger management, Enjoy!
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is David. Could I please speak with Robert Campbell ?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f*ckin number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with him, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled " You're a C*nt!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'C*nt' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really badday, I'd call him up and yell, " You're a C*nt!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'C*nt' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from BT. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're a C*nt!"
One day I was at Lakeside Shopping Centre, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a gunmetal grey Land Rover cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me.
I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first C*nt (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the Land Rover C*nt, too. I said, "Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?"
"Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
"Yes, I live at 129 Alice Street, in Ilford. It's a terraced house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Steve Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Steve?" "I'm home most days as I'm currently unemployed."
"Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Steve, you're a C*nt!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two arseholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called C*nt #1.
Hello." "You're a C*nt!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Steve Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"C*nt, I live at 129 Alice Street, Ilford, a terraced house, with my gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, C*nt," and hung up.
Then I called C*nt #2. "Hello?" he said.
"Hello, C*nt," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your arse," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, C*nt, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 129 Alice Street, Ilford , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 5 News about the hoodie war going down in Alice Street, Ilford.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Alice Street. I got there just in time to watch two C*nts beating the crap out of each other in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really works...
Like we promised each other, we should always talk it through. Don't ever coop those anger inside you. Speaking about which, just got this email from "DGJ" on anger management, Enjoy!
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is David. Could I please speak with Robert Campbell ?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f*ckin number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with him, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled " You're a C*nt!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'C*nt' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really badday, I'd call him up and yell, " You're a C*nt!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'C*nt' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from BT. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're a C*nt!"
One day I was at Lakeside Shopping Centre, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a gunmetal grey Land Rover cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me.
I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first C*nt (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the Land Rover C*nt, too. I said, "Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?"
"Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
"Yes, I live at 129 Alice Street, in Ilford. It's a terraced house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Steve Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Steve?" "I'm home most days as I'm currently unemployed."
"Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Steve, you're a C*nt!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two arseholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called C*nt #1.
Hello." "You're a C*nt!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Steve Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"C*nt, I live at 129 Alice Street, Ilford, a terraced house, with my gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, C*nt," and hung up.
Then I called C*nt #2. "Hello?" he said.
"Hello, C*nt," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your arse," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, C*nt, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 129 Alice Street, Ilford , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 5 News about the hoodie war going down in Alice Street, Ilford.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Alice Street. I got there just in time to watch two C*nts beating the crap out of each other in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really works...
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Getting A Heart Attack!
To have steamboat for dinner is always comforting and satisfying. To have it with fun people just topped it in the charts. Found a fellow bottomless pit, while the others stare aimlessly into space with their tummies bloated with an overload of food, both of us just smiled and kept eating ignoring the boredom on their faces.
The steamboat happened the night before and the whole of yesterday since steamboat till now, i had this pain in my chest and i had difficulty breathing. Doctor told me it could just be bronchitis but i still gotta watch out for tingling sensation on my fingertips or on my left hand cuz that might mean i'm on my way to a cardiac arrest and should be at the A&E immediately.
Every morning should just start like this morning. Arriving early for work, seeing the person you love, get your daily supply of hugs and kisses, followed by good breakfast. It's all good till you get just one irritating bugger turning up the volume of the radio, not that the music is bad, but the selfish nature of not sparing a thought for other people, really pissed me off. How i wish some things remained the way it began. It doesn't affect me as much that some people leave a part of my life but it's the entrance of unwelcomed people. I tried to accept some things or people with an open heart but they just continue to prick you every now and then till you get unbearably pissed, you just switch off and ignore. Now, i can't be bothered. I'm just feeling more and more miserable as time passes.
Why can't we just have drinks on Friday?
The steamboat happened the night before and the whole of yesterday since steamboat till now, i had this pain in my chest and i had difficulty breathing. Doctor told me it could just be bronchitis but i still gotta watch out for tingling sensation on my fingertips or on my left hand cuz that might mean i'm on my way to a cardiac arrest and should be at the A&E immediately.
Every morning should just start like this morning. Arriving early for work, seeing the person you love, get your daily supply of hugs and kisses, followed by good breakfast. It's all good till you get just one irritating bugger turning up the volume of the radio, not that the music is bad, but the selfish nature of not sparing a thought for other people, really pissed me off. How i wish some things remained the way it began. It doesn't affect me as much that some people leave a part of my life but it's the entrance of unwelcomed people. I tried to accept some things or people with an open heart but they just continue to prick you every now and then till you get unbearably pissed, you just switch off and ignore. Now, i can't be bothered. I'm just feeling more and more miserable as time passes.
Why can't we just have drinks on Friday?
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