Monday, March 22, 2010


Recently completed work.

Armageddon is upon us people.
Fornicate and fellowship to you heart's content before its too late.

Saturday, March 20, 2010


I like jams.

They go well with bread, butter, toast, angst, pent up workstress and a desperate need to bang something.

They also make uncles look a whole lot younger and yauyeng-er.

And they train up your multitasking skills.
(left) uncle play drums and sing at the same time. Dun playplay.

As usual, i am nowhere to be seen because i am the camera holder.
Camera holders arenotqualified / dontdeserve / looktoofugly to be in photos.

The other day i had a conversation with a friend that went something along the lines of:

friend: so who u going jamming with tonight?
me: oh with this group of old uncles la.
friend: oh how old?
me: erm... 30's.
friend: tats not very old. you're already 25.
me: ...............(long pending pause)....................shit. you're right.

And as simple and as instant as that, it dawned upon me...
no wait... more of a lightning jolt than a briskful dawn...
like a meteor had crashed on me and had suddenly shook the very foundation of my puny existence to the core... it suddenly hit me that i will be joining the golden ranks of the "uncle" category very soon.


Cold sweat drips down my forehead amidst my realization that age is catching up with me.
I can only shrug and curse.

The OTHER other day i took a free bone endurance test in 1u organised by Anlene.
And just by chance take a guess what the end results were?
I was placed in the "risky" zone.
The yellow zone next to the red zone where octogenarians and osteoporosis proners lurk.
The section reserved mainly for citizens of a rather more senior standing in society.
So there you have it. I'm officially a fragile-boned human. A slight touch and you could dislocate my wimpy shoulder. A soft push and you could shatter my rib cage. A gentle tug and you could snap my neck instantly.
That's what the results say. I dunno.
I run i walk i sweat i move and stay mobile alot. I dont get it.
The ignorant way of thinking would be that I was a victim of a tired examiner dozzingoff on duty during the roadshow or maybe a malfunction of machinery at the presence of my overzealous nerves during the test. Either way, i am not completely convinced that my abled body is that unable.
I'm not!

Aiyo. You see la.
I wanted to write about my cool new uncle band but i ended up feeling depressed about my age and deteriorating body.

How uncle of me.

Thursday, March 18, 2010


What can i say?
Because it was too tempting.
Because i have my needs.
Because i was bored shitless and impulsive decisions give me the adrenalin fix i need for the day.

And because facebook is so fun when your cuter-than-cute colleague forgets to log out of her facebook account and physically disappears from sight, leaving an open field of possibilities completely unguarded, unattended and undeniably inviting.

wow. she's gonna be a mummy.

Of course, by initiating such drastic actions,
you obviously need to be prepared to take responsibilities once all hell breaks lose.

Consequence no.1:
scorned victim publicly puts the word out for a cheap price on ur head.

Consequence no.2:
revenge is a dish best served when you attend a sudden meeting
and forget to log out of YOUR facebook account,
leaving door open to opportunities for paybacks from hatchet-barring frienemies.

Hell hath no fury like a Kathoon scorned.

Moral of the story:
Use protection!

Another day @ the office.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


A VERY enlightening morning conversation with the housebunneigh via msn / (cuz damn company ban msn) :

jaemy: hows the weather?
sy: pretty good
sy: the weather's pretty fine
jaemy: are u fine?
sy: i'm fine too
sy: why, did i look not fine to u?
jaemy: no u always look fine
jaemy: but are you REALLY fine?
jaemy: tats the question
sy: i believe no one's REALLY fine
sy: i guess i'm okay fine~
sy: could be better
sy: my fine's a couldbebetter fine, u kno
sy: though it's quite fine as it is
sy: if i could, i'd like a couldbebetter one
jaemy: yeah i guess everyones a couldbebetter fine nowadays. personally im in a couldbecouldbebetter fine phaze.
sy: yeah
jaemy: but the couldbecouldbebetter fine is also ok la
sy: yeah?
jaemy: theres a fine line between couldbecouldbebetter fine and fine
sy: but if there's no couldbecouldbebetter fine
sy: the fine'd do too, is that it?
sy: u can live, with the fine
sy: just that u'd live better when u have a couldbecouldbebetter fine
jaemy: couldbecouldbebetter fine is rather confusing state of fine
jaemy: its like limbo fine
sy: it is actually
jaemy: but overall its still generally fine
jaemy: all confined within the fine
jaemy: fine within the fine
jaemy: u know?
sy: yeah i guess that's pretty much similar to mine
sy: it's just... all fine
jaemy: generally overally fine
sy: though it couldbebetter/couldbecouldbebetter
sy: but... for the moment fine'd do
sy: fine is just fine
jaemy: im fine with being fine too.

so. kesimpulannya.
we are fine.
in case anyone's wondering.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


Things i hear:

Thursday, March 11, 2010


I must confess.
The Oscars used to bore me shitless when i was younger.

I used to look at this glitzy grown-up awards show and wonder why the hell people actually bothered to sit themselves down just to watch stuckup angmos give boring speeches that dont ever have anything to do with us.

And i used to wonder how excruciating it was to watch this endless parade of perhimpunan speeches with only 1 or 2 performances slotted amidst its 3 friggin hour long show. and even then the performances used to make me yawn.

Snore man. I never got it.
Hand me the MTV Awards any day.

And then i grew up and discovered that movies were apparently made out of alot of hardwork and sacrifice from alot of people doing alot of things like location shoots and writing and directoring and audio mixing and costuming and set designing and special effectsting. And more importantly i discovered the REAL use of internet and torrent and unlimited easy access to movies without forking out an extra dime on pirated dvds.

Ah. How times have changed.

This year's Oscars were pretty fantastic i'd say.

Maybe it was because i actually took the effort to catch 8/10 of the best picture nominations.

Maybe it was because i watched the entire show in the office (ok parts of it here and there cuz i actually have work to do) with the colleagues cheering on for Kath Bigblow Bigelow to make Oscar history and rub it in ex Cameron's face.

Maybe it was Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin's hilariously onstage chemistry. (dont care what TheStar says about how bad their hosting was. they were a riot.)

Most enjoyable presenters to watch were undoubtedly
Tina Fey & Rob Down Jr.
Cameron D & Steve Carell

the awesome dance performance.cant forget that.

Avatarrified Ben Stiller.

Such a joy to watch.

The only bad thing about the awards was Tom Hanks presenting at the end for Best Picture.
Dude comes on and does his thing and reads his cues and suddenly just blurts out the winner with no drumroll anticipation of any sort or any form of suspense for us viewers to hold on to before the climax.

Everyone in the office literally went “wha… ? was that it? Did Hurt win? Oh. they did. Ok.
Oscars was running out of time apparently.
Poor shiny statue had to pee badly.

It’s a pity though.
The Hurt Locker is one boring ass movie.

15 minutes into the film and I couldn’t take it anymore.
Left the living room and facebooked the rest of the movie away.
Occasionally stealing glances whenever there was an explosion or people getting snippered.

OK I reckon I should give it a 2nd chance soon.
I liked the close up slowmo shots whenever the bombs detonated.

Random LOL crap:

funneh shit.

Sunday, March 07, 2010


Group pics rock.

Solos, on the other hand....

NOT adviceable.


Saturday, March 06, 2010


I have a balcony with some space.
I have converted some portions of that space into habitats of potted greens.
Potted greens are nice to look at and they make me feel happy and relaxed and non-suicidal.

see. you dont feel like slitting your wrist or drinking rat poison right?

Here are more of the green stuffs that i like staring at while my mind sings haunting emo tunes from the New Moon soundtrack.

Sometimes, the green-growing viny stuff that look strangely like mutated barb wires tend to attract other life forms that attach themselves to them and start reproducing.

its a bird's nest.
i was contemplating harvesting it and making Pelangi birdsnest soup.

the vines grew so long they started invading my southern neighbour's balcony.

And then there are the green stuff that somehow start cultivating their own creativity and begin growing in their own twisted way. bending the rules. trying to break out of the green norm society.

they're not straight.
i am unsure if society will accept them the way they are.

How does your garden grow?
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