In preparation.

I feel like I need to inform the 10 or so people who read my blog daily about the perils of choosing a career solely for the monetary benefits. I don't mean to say that money is not important in choosing a job - it has its obvious pros (think fully-paid-for-house, flash-car, leather-shoes, don't ask me why I'm going in reverse order of value ) - but puh-lease, NEVER CHOOSE A JOB ONLY FOR THE MONEY. NEVER. NEV-AHHHHHHHHHH.

WHY?

COS THIS IS HOW YOUR AWESOME DAY WILL LOOK LIKE:

7:00 am - Wake up and be really grouchy cos you only slept 6 hours.

7:45 am - Squeeze onto bloody irritating crowded MRT with a thousand other zombies. Some zombies actually smell nice. hmmm.

8:00am - 12 pm : Count down to lunch. Literally. COUNT DOWN TO LUNCH.

12 pm- 2pm : HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY! Lunch with so and so at XXX restaurant/hawker center.

2pm - 630 pm or later: COUNT DOWN TO GOING HOME, again, literally.

630pm or later: HIGHLIGHT 2 OF THE DAY! going home or meet friends to chillax, SURF FACEBOOK.

Gosh, do you guys spot anything nice about the workday? Yup! 12 pm - 2 pm : Lunch! and 630 pm or later - going home to chillax/surf facebook! [ because today facebook had site maintenance, my highlight 2 was sadly not a highlight at all! :( ]

Wow ! What an amazing day you say. When you're 30+ and you have your fully-paid-for-house/flash-car/leather-shoes, and your child asks you, "Daddy/Mommy, did you enjoy your youth" (ok, Like they will ask such a retard question, but these are insightful kids), you be ready to say with conviction, "YES! I had XXXX lunches and XXXX chillax sessions! And look! I now have a fully-paid-for-house/flash-car/leather-shoes! I totally enjoyed my youth!".

When the people around you say, "Do what you like and you will excel", THEY ARE NOT LYING. Gosh, there's so much sense in that but somehow, I have no idea why I did not heed the advice of all those people. Those people know who they are and they probably are thinking, "I told you so." and yes, I know you told me so. Hmph. In all defense, it's not like I TOTALLY hate what I'm learning/studying/doing- there's some interest in it okay!

I think many people have fallen into the same trap as me and some discover it too late in life to change, and I don't mean to be horrid/sarcastic really, but at the very least, they can seek solace in their fully-paid-for-house/flash-car/leather-shoes! I hope they are sane at the end of it all though! (Disclaimer: again, I mean it SINCERELY OKAY!)

Then again I can't speak for everyone. Obviously, people exist in different circumstances so yea...whatever floats your boat I say! Just, just, please make sure at the end of it all you're happy. I'm very sure people know in their gut what makes them happy- the thing is, it just takes quite a bit (Ok maybe ALOT ALOT) of courage to actually do it.

At a cafe near the office where I'm working at is this several meter poster that spans the entire length of the inside of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. It reads on it in a scrawly hand written font: "HAVE THE COURAGE TO LIVE A CRAZY LIFE!"

Yup. Go forth my little blog readers and be happy! I shall live vicariously through all of you. =)

(I will take a pic of that poster and put it on my blog soon ! )

For the sake of my cousins...

... I shall blog... Yi & En, I haven't seen you guys in so long I think I've forgotten how you all look like. heh.

Work: to exert oneself for a purpose or out of necessity.

What happens if you're exerting yourself for neither purpose nor necessity? What do we make out of that? Well, it simply means you're just wasting your time. *ho ho ho hum, ho ho ho hum, hoo ho, ho hum (in the tune of the Chim Chiminey song)*. And time is precious for we have not many years on this planet. Even the tortoises have more years than us - they can work for 40 years and still have a 100 more for retirement. We will NEVER have such luxury.

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124450268338295907.html

Go read it now.

I feel happy for those people above and yet I worry for them. Their hearts and minds will be stuffed with fulfillment, probably even overflowing with that highly coveted feeling, but their pockets will almost certainly always be half full. Over-flowing hearts & minds and half full pockets, or over-flowing pockets and helf empty hearts & minds? *ho ho ho hum, ho ho ho hum, ho ho, ho hum* Then again, our pockets are ALWAYS half empty.

I don't think my excerpt above made sense, but yea, that's what work does to you. It mushes your brain and leaves you with nothing.

On another note, I brought Steph kHoo on a gastronomic tour of Singapore's hawker fare. That girl's size is so not proportionate to her appetite. Like Napoleon Bornaparte, she conquered her food swiftly and efficiently:

Hor fun with lard pieces
Ok so the photos are not the actual ones, but they look sorta the same la. Just that the ones we ate were SO MUCH MORE AWESOME.

Fried chicken (including ALL THE SKIN! =O )

Prata bomb

and Milo godzilla.

Enough calories/energy to keep a town lighted for 5 years. Glad she satisfied her craving for hawker fare while in Singapore. Martin/Pascal/Choeun/Ben/Dave/whoever who reads this, if ever you come to Singapore I will definitely bring you to all those places to eat and you will have to beat Steph's record.

Below is the route we took to get to the area where all the food were:

So yes, I just dropped her off at the airport and now she's probably somewhere over the sea on her way back to Ozzy land.

Steph in rain boots. WHY you ask.
Well, cos they were too heavy to be in her already bursting-at-the-zipper luggages.

Bye Steph! Hope you had funnnn..

SEE YOU SOON!

:)