Sunday, 3 February 2008

I am inspired to post.

I have an important message to put across in this part of cyberspace.

Firstly, let's side-track.

Let's talk about CNY which is 4 days away.


CNY is lame.

It is a lame excuse for TV stations to repeat ten-year-old movies featuring Stephen Chow(not that i hate him), The Scorpion King for channelfive, or last year's Miss Teen USA(it's always last year's i tell j00000!).

It is a lame way to kill me. I am referring to family reunions, otherwise known more affectionately known as 拜年。

It is a lame outlet to tell you that another year just went by, counting from the previous year's CNY.

It is a lame time to choke yourself on CNY goodies which aren't very tasty anyway. Siansxz lar.

In conclusion, CNY is lame.


Oh over at our nearby friendly neighbourhood mall, i killed someone's belief of her own existence.

As usual, we took the goods lift, heading for the first floor. And there was another lady who entered, like later, behind me. Then i was taking a glance at the buttons and 2nd floor's button was lit.

I was like,"Wahlao oui who pressed second floor?"

"People are taking the lift".

Yes. That woman was taking the lift.


Oh something else. Some kid in our friendly neighbourhood seems to have gone missing on child angst.
I saw this poster twice:

In case you happen to suffer from black-white colour blindness, it reads:

Benny,

Mummy wants you to go home. Switch on your phone. She's not going to scold you. Anything just call back.

If found, please call 9731 3426.

Tsktsktsk.
'If found' sounds weird enough though.


Eheh, and. I got sliced fish congee and i found babi in it. You see, they reuse the cooking pot without washing off the previous serving. Eh mind j00 i am selectively halal but it's okay today. Adds some fragrance to the fish congee. And i got free egg as well. :D


Okay. YOU KNOW WE HAVE FINALLY REACHED THE FINAL PART OF THIS POST AND THE IMPORTANT MESSAGE IS.

I GOT A NEW WATCH.

Ha. Weeks of watch-less life and i finally got some time on my hands. Timeonmyhands. Hm.


Ahhh. First weekend of february gone.

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