Faster, than a Speeding Bullet!

Yes. I get off from seeing high download speeds.

Proof that I’m a geek. Bite me.

Edit: Just saw it spike to 906KB/Sec. These are what we call legen…. wait for it… dary speeds!

Signs of Growing Up

I’m not for celebrating birthdays, because to me, it’s just another day. Not because I dread turning old, in fact, I relish in the fact that I’m reaching 30 this year.

So the family wanted to do a dinner just for this. While I don’t like to do such birthday dinners, I agreed just because it gives my parents the opportunity to have a dinner with my brother and sister-in-law who don’t stay with me.

And what really irked me, is how the two of them started bickering in front of my parents.

So, what happened next? These are the exact words:

“I don’t really like to do birthday dinners. This dinner is for everyone to get together and have a nice meal, not for you to bicker in front of us. Grow up and stop behaving like this!”

Fuck man. I really lost it, and snapped.

Breast in a Dress

Dibs before Madam Chew gets to post this on her blog.

Woman walking past us while we were chatting at Bedok North Block 85, and here’s what transpired.

Daphne: I like her breast.

I saw the woman in question, and there really wasn’t much breast to look at, until she continued saying

Daphne:…the way the ribbon ties around the waist.

Me: Huh? Oh, dress. Not breast.

Daphne: Dress. Dress. Dreeeeeeeeess!

Day of Sin (and Reconnecting)

Waking up at 10am plus.

Logging onto Final Fantasy XI to do raids with the Linkshell.

Meeting Mr and Mrs Han and Mr Soon who are back in Singapore from Hong Kong and London respectively.

Indulging in a sinful feast of BBQ chicken wings, stingray, satay, and many more.

Spending a few hours at Mr Gay’s place, playing one round of Mahjong.

And then, at 4:00am, after dropping the Hans at their place, came back and felt a bout of melancholy over Miss Kong’s recent blog entry that I kind of relate to.

That bout of melancholy almost got me making the move to apologize to someone over something that I’m not particularly proud.

But, being the asshole that I am, I didn’t do so.

So back here, at 4:17am, listening to May’n singing Pink Passion.

And ready to face another week of work drudgery.

Life is balanced, with all that’s good and bad. You just need to find the balance and put everything into perspective.

Me Grunt, Me Work Hard to Earn You Money

Ah yes, the grunt. The grunt works even after the big boss is not in the office.

The grunt works for someone who isn’t smart enough to factor in the work load of his grunt and wants something that is taxing on his employees and creating frustration amongst his minions.

The grunt works for someone who is going on junkets while he stays in the office, working beyond office hours.

The grunt, works to produce the content that the idiot so generously promised the higher authorities that it can be done.

The grunt, works for a man who won’t get his respect in any way.

I give my respect to the superiors who work longer hours than me, or has the balls to oppose the higher authorities and protect us.

Not to the one who rolls over and says yes to every damn thing.

But, on the bright side, at least the weasel who has been magically removed from the team isn’t going for this junket. Even though it used to be his coverage area.

Ah, the plan, it’s all falling into place.