The Nephew that is always in the know

KNN… sorry, dear readers… I had to retort to vulgarities today….

Nephew: Hey, I got this alarm . what should I do?

Me:For which DC?

Nephew: KC lor. Call who?

Me:Ya, who should you call?

Nephew: Ermh….ermh…

Me: You should give a call to the Ops manager to find out more.

Nephew(cutting in…): I know… I know… Me: You know why you even ask?

Fuck this nephew..It is okay not to know sometimes, yet time and time again, the nephew without fail say he knows…upon on challenge on how much he actually knows, he will all by mmmh and haw…in another word he doesn’t really know. What the fuck, right?

If he calls me in the middle of night and ask what should he do… I will personally give him a piece of Hell.. This I promise! Personally, I think it is okay to say you don’t know..learn the lesson humbly and make sure you truly learnt and instead of brushing it aside..

I know ..I know… I know your si lang tao lar!

All that I am…All that I was….

Haha…this song just kept playing in my head….

A warm quote for a cold day…

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

I am not so poetic but I got this from my friend’s blog and I think I can attest to that. W.S. Keep the faith…your mum will be discharged from hospital sooner than you know.

Of Slimming Centers…

While watching TV and an advert comes by ….about some London Slimming Center…my mind suddenly though…why London? and why not Africa, maybe Ethiopia, perhaps..
Well known that the Brits have abundance to eat  and hence they grow fat …maybe that’s why they have well established procedures of slimming..loosing the extra pounds…Well in Ethiopia…I reckon weight gain will be more needed..

maybe some smart ass will come with a weight gain center called Ethiopia Weight Gain Center? Who knows..

For now, London slimming just doesn’t buy my confidence..not that I need their services.. How can a culture famous for its fish and chips be one that can advocate proper weight control…I wonder…

Thank you for the music…Spartan…

Sierra Spartan Mike Wan….

Thanks for the ipod mini still in immaculate condition. Well, you have brought music back to my room, my darn ipod mini died on me and leaving the darn bose sound dock like a white elephant …and not to mention your poddy will serve in my car as well….

Well, if you are concerned about the battery life…I ain’t…cos it is always hooked to a power supply.

anyhow, to end..it always a pleasure meeting you up sometimes…and without fail, you always have interesting stuff to share… and talk about old times of the zergs, fragging, etc…The good old days @PHQ…your favourite order of luncheon meat, egg and otak…haha..the days we both died in the gym…

To end,something interesting I learnt about your spartan race….

The geopolitical origins of the battle actually predate King Xerxes, as it was his father, King Darius I of Persia, or Darius the Great, who initially sent heralds to all Greek cities offering blandishments if they would submit to Persian authority. As was customary, this was signaled by asking for “earth and water”, betokening their submission, which was duly kept by the assiduous bureaucrats of the Persian Empire. Many of the 700 Greek states submitted, including Argos.

The Athenians declined to adhere to their initial agreement, undertaken in 507 BC (as the command in 491 BC from Darius, through his brother the Satrap of Ionia Artaphernes, was to reinstate Hippias the tyrant,^[6] which the newly democratic Athenians were loath to do).

Despite the turbulent nature of Greek politics,^[7] the Spartans found themselves on the same side as the newly formed Cleisthenes democracy of Athens; though they didn’t just kill their heralds, as the Athenians did, but threw them into a well, answering their demand for ‘earth and water’ with the retort “Dig it out for yourselves”.^[8]

Montage of Bukit Timah Train Station…

…done in my favourite Black & White…

Some random black & white pics from fort canning

See what I found….on wedding costumes…

Following w.s. post on livejournal on chinese wedding customs..Though I will do the same as well…for my own wedding….

This has to be done… after frequent @#E#$%$^& wih Linda over what to do, what not to do for the wedding…Guess what I found this morning while searching on wikipedia..

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Chances of me wearing one…slim….but if you do want to see me in one..try convincing Linda…

lesson: don’t ever park in lots that no one wants..

Yeah..i would imagine..u know once we were rushing for time…around 7pm..across cineleisure..there was this one n only lot..we took it… 2 hours later ..we came bk to a car well covered in bird shit..

lesson: don’t ever park in lots that no one wants..

My dada..my dearest…

I got my papa and mama….and most of us have these people in their lives. However, blessed that I am, I also got someone call dada in my life. This dada actually came from her name, Linda..so hence dada..

So, why is my dada so loveable?I could write for hours and hours…simply, she makes us both accountable for our relationship…and take very good care of me and of the relationship. Never in my life, I experienced love..like love she showered upon me…

Dada is special to me also because to date she is the only woman that can make me cry.

So, my dada, my pledge to you from this day forth and the many years to come, I will love you with all my heart, walk towards to the sunset of our lives together, together as one, share life’s moments together..and never be apart.

Thank you for loving me and putting your trust on me…It is indeed a blessing to be loved by you and I not want others.