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Just Another Day

Just Another Day

OK, I am up!

Seminar for 3 days. Hurray! A brilliant excuse to get my butts off work.

The curry is eating into my pot, dusts are beginning to ‘dustball’ literally…. The latest effort in beautifying my apartment are the additions of an air freshener and a wc cleaner. At least, when I hit the door 3 days later, the place will smell good, sniff sniff, even if it doesn’t look less like a war ravaged location. Not much of a homemaker I am. I swear that I will wilt and be reduced to ashes if I ever have to be a professional homemaker. My sincerest admiration for all the homemakers out there.

Now, where is my travelling bag?!

~~The Flustered Procratinator…..

Scream 4 (Or is it 3?)

Scream 4 (Or is it 3?)

Lots of stories tonight. It seems that every crappy thing happens to me.

Still on Yahoo Messenger with my friend. “BRRrriiiinnggg…!””BRrriiinnngggg!”

Darn! The doorbell at this hour?! It can’t be the postman!

I had, initially, thought that it might have been my friend, who lived, and still does, in the house beside mine. Wierd, he would, usually call me first. I put on my sweater, slipped my feet into my slippers and waddled to my door. All this while the doorbell rang, yet another time. I tore down the stairs to the front door.

I live at the top of a double storey house and my neighbour lives at the bottom and we share the same front door. The front door opens to a large yard and the gate stands in front of a long driveway.

I switched on the lights and flipped my front door open. It was pitch black in the yard. For some reasons, there are minimal streetlamps in Germany. Standing at the door, I couldn’t make out if there was a person standing at the gate. There was a chilly wind blowing, as it had rained for the better part of the day and it was nearing winter. I made a dash to the gate. Nobody was there. I stood there for a full one minute and peered into the darkness. Still no one. Shivering a little, I made my way back to the front door and realised that I had left the front door and the door to my apartment open. Oh great. Thinking of the movie, Scream, I chided myself. This is how the victims are killed!! Darn! How could I have been so careless! It felt like a scene taken from the movie. THe doorbell rang, the victim went to the door, but no one was there. She went back inside, horror of all horrors, the psychopath was in the house!!! While she was watching television, he stepped out of the shadows and stabbed her to death. Whatever, I have only watched it once, but being a horror fan, I probably took all the scenes from every movie and rolled them into one.

I closed the front door softly and cautiously crept up the stairs. At my door, I snatched an umbrella from the stand. Great weapon har!?? Better than nothing! I left the door open and sneaked into every room, checking the dark corners and looking behind me . (The victims were usually killed from the back! Duh!)

Nothing. I heaved a sigh of relief, closed the door with a double lock. Phew!

Who knows, maybe he is still in here somewhere, webbed to the ceiling like spiderman, as I checked the rooms. Right now, he may be behind me, while I am typing my blog. Eeeh oooh ehhhh oooh……. Eeerie music from *the Ring floats in…..

*The Ring is one of the most successful horror movie, that I have ever seen. Adapted from a book, it is a simple, back-to-the-elements, but horrifying effective movie. 5 stars.

Lego Boggle!

Lego Boggle!

Diving, rollerblading, book collecting.. I was ticking off my hobbies with my fingers and toes to Wenjie, who was keeping me company despite the 6 hours time difference and triple visions of the monitor. All for a starbucks coffee.

“Have you heard about Mindstorms?”

Thinking that it was another of those rpg computer thingy, “Mindstorms? I have not heard about it yet. WHat is it about?”

“It is not a computer game, it is something from Lego.”

Oh, Lego. The joys of my childhood and my parents. Images of colourful blocks flashed across my mind. I vaguely remembered my father carrying a large box, wrapped in bits of colourful paper. “Your birthday present!” “Mine mine!” My eyes were as large as saucers and I stretched out my arms for it. Anything that was wrapped up, I would be interested in it. I spent the next few minutes, thrashing the carefully wrapped box, mutated bits of paper all around me. At the end of the project, a large white box with colourful pictures of blocky figures sat among the mountain of torn paper. Different blocks of colourful plastic pieces could be seen where parts of the box were plastic. “Oooh!” I reached for the blocks and promptly poked a hole through the cover. My father reached for my little hand and placed it at the box opening. Prompted by the action, I pulled the top of the box apart. Rows and rows of shiny blocks sat uniformly in the plastic dishes. Father pulled out a little booklet from the bottom of the case and pointed to a little car. Within a few seconds, a spiffy little car sat in front of me. I hate people doing things for me. In the next minute, the car was back in its elements. Flipping the little booklet, I peered at the little figures. By the way, I was a bookworm and still am. Anything that is found in a book, catches my attention. I decided to embark on the most difficult project – a neat little bungalow. As usual, I liked the most provocative task, and still do. I embarked on the mission immediately, that took a few days, sitting among the little blocks. My parents were relieved for the next few days, as I had been the biggest challenge in their marriage. I was kept quiet by lego. I completed the little house, for throughout that time, I could only think lego, sleep lego, eat lego. Within the next week, I finished every single item in the booklet and embarked upon other challenging projects. Lego kept me quiet for one whole month, the most successful toy ever.

“Ah yes, what about lego?”

“You can make robots from this set and even program it to do some simple tasks. Have you ever heard of the Aibo?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course!!”

“Well, a guy managed to make a robot, even more intelligent than Aibo all from lego blocks.”

“SERIOUS! I love legos!! And a lego robot?! THat sounds absolutely cool!!”

“Yep, I just splurged 400 bucks on one.”

“So what can your robot do now?”

“Erm… just making a few turns.”

“I thought you said, it can be more intelligent than the Aibo, why is yours only making a few turns!”

“Give me some time! I just bought the thing and am still learning how to intelligentise it!”

“Is there such a word! Oh great! I think I will get one when I get back to SIngapore. I don’t think I want to buy it here, not too interested in a German robot. Ok, when I get mine, let us compete on whose lego robot is smarter!” (Arh! My competitive streak again! )

“Ok, that is, if you get back! You still owe me a Starbucks coffee!”

” Hey! Good idea! Why not, let’s go to Starbucks and you bring your robot along and let me play with it, while you drink your coffee!”

In a pained voice, “We shall see…….”

“=p”

Took out my hobbies list, scratched another hobby at number 100.

Obsession…

Obsession…

Darn! Who is the idiot pressing my doorbell as if it is mousey’s left button?? Leaving behind a pot of boiling soup and a pan on fire, I grabbed a coat, struggling with it, as I slipped my stubby feet into the slippers and rolled down the stairs in E=mc2 speed, across the front yard, right to the gate. The postwoman was waving a package excitedly, while I rolled up my sleeves to kill her. “Pooosttt…!!! Unterschreiben Sie hier bitte!” sang the victim. I swung the pot at her puny head and murdered her on the spot!

Well, of course not, being my usual hypocritical self, I plastered an engaging smile on my face, gently took the electronic device from her, signed with a flourish.

“Viele Dank!!!”

I stomped up the stairs, to find my whole kitchen on fire! Oh well, that was an exaggeration. Please ignore me.

I tore the wrapping off and ta da! The long awaited broadband password and software! Deprived for a long time for fast speed internet access, I connected all the hardware in an amazing speed, for a slowpoke like me. As people put it, when they meet the loves of their lives, they have never looked back since. Me too! Now, that was Friday. It is Thursday today.

Since last Friday, I have been obsessed with it. Aha! My Kazaa (the most popular p2p software, ever since my beloved Radiogalaxy was dissected by those hated American copyrights people. R.I.P.) can finally come into play. Download MP3s, movies, animes, whathaveyous… Every minute, every second, I was searching, downloading, watching… And before I know it, it is already Thurday!. Har?! Where has the whole week gone?! No blogs written, emails unread, plates and clothes unwashed, unironed, floor uncleaned, hamster unfed! I just checked it this morning, still alive, just looked a little skinnier though. There is another story to that stupid hamster… next topic.

Basically, there was nothing in my life for the last 1 week, but internet work, eat sleep, internet work eat sleep…. Gosh, I have turned into one of those geeks I despised during my schooldays! No way!

Internet limit per day : 1 hour, hmm.. nope, 2 hours.. ok ok 3 hours ! Last offer, no bargaining! 3 hours then.

Computer, multitask! -ROGER-

Computer, multitask! -ROGER-

Sometimes, I marvel at my own multitasking skills. Although, they are not as well-honed as a typical Pentium 4, but not too bad for flesh and blood. Unless I am a cyborg then. (Argh! Too much Science Fiction!) 2 tables of internet mahjong, eating grapes, listening to mp3, writing blog. Therefore, as you might have guessed, I am not doing too well a job at any of them. I have lost miserably at one of the mahjong tables. Luckily, the other one looks rather promising, with me leading for the last 3 rounds. Arh! What a lousy entry…. I guess I can’t really multitask when there is a need for depth of thought. (Right, you never knew that I am a person of depth?!) ~~~ My 1/2 cent worth of thoughts!!~~~ * Only half a cent left.

Complaints Complaints…

Complaints Complaints…

I have just gone through my last few posts. Gosh! A whole lot of complaints! I am not really such an unhappy person, am I?!

New resolution of the year : Think happy thoughts, write happy posts, be happy!

This day would have been perfect, if not for the freezing temperature of 5 degrees outside (it should have been at least 15 degrees!!), tonnes of work… ooops. I mean.. What a beautiful day this is, look at the little birds, so enthusiastically freezing in the cold. A lot of work is good, so that my brain juices can be kept flowing and I wouldn’t be senile in my twilight years..

Gosh! Ain’t I cheerful today?!

My First Fan Mail!

My First Fan Mail!

Ah Hah! A mail from the blog website. Oh well, usually, I receive only insulting mails from friends or questionable ones from anonymous people, who probably have horrible names and are too embarrassed to put them down. The mails that I hate most, second to spams, are anonymous mails! What is wrong with these people!? Do they have an unspeakable past, present or future?

Ok, ok, enough about them. Today, I received my very first fan mail, from a stranger named Diana. Thanks Diana! You have made my day! I shall endeavour to write more undepressing (har?! Is there such a word??) blogs, throw myself into work with abandon and be a good employee for today.

Drama-mama

Drama-mama

1. Open one eye… feel around the refridgerator.. waffles waffles… where are you? Grin stupidly. There you are! Sluggishly tug the bag… Jam jar slide, slide, sliding… Oh Shit! Open both eyes!… piang!! %@%!%#@ Totally awake now… Pick up the glass bits.. curse and swear… wipe the floor.. pray that there are no more glass splinters on the floor.

2. Damn damn! stupid jar! 10 minutes late. At the door. Stare at empty space. My driver drove off without me. Drizzling, cold. Sigh big time. Ride bicycle to work. Hands freezing, me wet.

3. Stupid computer, still drunk from the coke it drank last Friday.

4. Great. They have finished assembling my parts. At least one thing did not go wrong today. Hum happily. Pick up the fixture. Pins, glass and eyelets start trickling through the gaps. Sheisse! Ah Wei, you bloody idiotic moron! Find the nice lady who assembled the parts for me smoking at the stairways. In broken German, Erm.. I .. didn’t know that .. .. the parts fell out… erm.. sorry… Manage to look utterly pathetic and apologetic. Nah.. Don’t worry! I will assemble them again Brighten up! You.. you will? Phew.. If I have to assemble them myself, that will probably take 8 hours. Wipe sweat off brow.

5. Relieved, walk to the stairs to go back to the office. Aaarrhh… ouch.. !!! Slip and fall. Sit on my ankle. Look wonderously at twisted ankle. This is really my day. Same old ankle which I sprained 3 weeks ago and still hasn’t healed. Pick up ankle, twist it back into place. Stagger down the stairs.

6. Yes.. Lunchtime! Dig around the bag. Pour content of bag onto table. ARGH! Where’s my lunchbox!! From the corner of my eye, I see it still lying on the kitchen table. Prima!

I can just see the beginning of a great new week.

NB : The above story and characters are purely not ficticious.