My One Cent Worth of Thoughts

 As usual, my shoes gave way at the most unexpected time. Well, 2 nails fell out and the rubber sole at the heel was flapping (a little), and the very last nail threatened to join his brothers on the floor. Somehow, the old men (the cobblers), located at every corner of the town centres, just had to pick this appropriate time to go on vacation….

The nearest and definite place I could think of, was the Mister Minit at Thomson Plaza. Carefully stepping on the dislocated rubber, I finally made my way to the booth tucked away in a corner. Heaving a sigh of relief, I handed my shoe gingerly to Mister Minit.

“How much does it cost and how long do I need to wait?”

“$13.80 and half an hour.”

*Eyes widened* “What?! You charge $13.80 for putting 2 nails into my shoe?! You have got to be kidding!!”

“No, I will be changing the whole rubber sole.”*flashed 2 rubber pieces with Mister Minit logos liberally peppered across*

“I don’t need new ones.”

“They are already worn out.”

“There is still one big chunk left!! Ok. Thanks for the information.”

Mister Minit shrugged nonchalantly and went on with his chores.

I limped into NTUC Fairprice (a supermarket chainstore) and bought a big bag of nails for ONLY $1.90. I managed to put 2 fat nails into my heel (narrowly missing my fat fingers). It seems that I have the makings of a cobbler. *Beam* *Pat on my back*

10th Dec 2003

Ok ok, it’s the time of the year again! A time to make resolutions, because it’s the trend, and not keep them. Here goes….

1. I will sleep early every night (latest by 12 midnight… Pumpkin hour…)

2. I will not watch so much television programmes.

3. I will catch up with all my friends.

4. I will not gain an kg from my gluttony.

5. I will invest my money wisely and not squander them away.

6. I will appear in the office on time.

Hmmm… hmm… I will add on as I think about it… Has anyone mentioned that New Year Resolutions are supposed to be made before 1st Jan? Does 1st Jan 2005 count?? *ponder*

I have sneezed so much in the past 2 days that I’m sure my nose will be falling off soon! In a totally miserable mood right now.

Still, I’m proud to say that I’m pretty productive today. Creating a short movie clip right now and I’m halfway through. Although my brother said that this was the easiest phase. Spending more than a few days collecting the relevant data and probably a few more full days to get it up and running. All for a 4 mins plus clip. Ack!

Peeling away the technical difficulties, (I’m sure it would be a breeze once I do it a few more times!), it’s a lot more painful to get people to give me one little photo and a short writeup. Well well, no air space for them then!

Have been waiting for the impact of the repercussion from Mon’s posting… All seem nice, quiet and peaceful at the moment… Because Duma has been recalled by the army to fulfill his manly duties – reservist!! (Info kindly volunteered by Kokwai.)

I expect to bear the full brunt of the impact when he’s let out. (Coupled with the frustration overspill from the reservist’s physical torture.) *Shivers in little shoes*

A group of my friends just paid a visit to Bangkok (They conveniently forgot to tell me about the trip! @#%#%!!!). The rest of us (who were left behind) could only enjoy the exotic tales from the horse’s mouth. (Literally, because the narrator’s nick is Du-ma aka Gambling Horse. *Dodges a tomato* Ok ok, forgive me for the tasteless pun. On with the story…)

We were having dinner at Kenny Rogers (Suntec City, to be precise) while Duma was regaling us with his Thai Massage tales.

“We had 2 sessions of massage. The first one was the real authentic one at the temple. Waa… The guy used a lot of strength! Shiok!!!”

“So you meant the 2nd one was not a “real”, “authentic” one? Was it by a woman?”

“Yalor. There was a row of massage houses near the hotel, so we just popped into one. Yep, woman.”

“Oh.. Was she caressing rather than massaging?”

“Something like that.”

“Waaa…. Did you have full service!?”

“OF COURSE NOT! We were in the same room as the gals!(4 of my friends went on this trip, 2 of them were girls.)”

“*gasp* If the girls weren’t in the room, you would have…..”

“Siao! I have good control ok!! (The rest of us were exchanging knowing looks.) I didn’t go….” (He re-enacted the scene from “When Harry met Sally”, Meg Ryan’s …. )

During this special moment, I could feel the attention of everyone in the restaurant focused on us. Unknown to us, the volume of our excited voices was increasing as the conversation progressed, climaxing at this point.

A group of young girls at the table next to us were giving us strange looks. (There were 5 of us at that table). When I meant, us, it was literally US, Pig and I, as our seats were in full frontal view of theirs. “They were all staring straight at ME!!!” he squealed. The Pig was rather concerned about his image, him being a professional and still single.

So, for the sake of his future, we decided to finish our dinner (in a hurry), and hunt for another place (Macs, as it’s usually rather noisy anyway.) to finish our Thai tales.

Latest resolution : No more visits to Kenny Rogers (Suntec City) for this whole year. Hopefully, time heals all humiliation.

Note : Through my magic crystal ball, I foresee a comment coming from pig/schwein/whatever-he-feels-like-calling-himself-at-that-spur-of-the-moment. He will not be able to pass over a temptation like that, staring at him in his face. We shall see. Or he might (with a strong willpower) control his emotions and abstain from commenting on this, one post, just to prove me wrong. DUH!

I simply cannot understand :

1. How a black and white document with less than 20 words can be translated into a 2.5MB file!!!

2. Why somebody would attach 2 stupid identical 2.5MB file to an email!

My Lotus notes has been running for the past 45 mins, trying to open this email and sending it out!

^%#$%#$%@

The only silver lining is – I have something to blog about in my boring life. Hmpf!