Fortnightly Update: Take 1

Guess who's back....Back again...I am back....Finally....

Thank you for patronizing this pathetic blog. Updates itself once every fortnight, and fills itself with that wonderfully tasty goodness that only a sinful prick like me can provide.

So I left the company. Went back and chatted with everyone, throwing my newfound freedom in their faces while they carried on slogging, waiting for the final axe to fall. Me, I pick my own axe. They bought me a wonderful lunch at Fish and Co. It seems the best Fish and Co are in town. Those in the neighbourhoods seem to serve leftovers. That's probably why they don't have those huge-ass slushies. Those things are fantasterrific.

The period after that till now has been nothing short of bleeding my pocket dry. As I carry on practicing my trading, I can't wait for the day when I actually start with real dinero. However, I found myself commmitting mistakes time and time again. Absolutely unacceptable. Got to brush off the demons on my shoulders.

Went to the Asian Aerospace the other day. Boring hell. Only highlight for me was the new Fat Ass Airbus. Its no wonder I have an affinity for it. I'm more of a Boeing fan. Its kinda like dogs versus cats. Anyway, to quote The Donald," Its Huge!"

Nothing much else interested me. I did get a $4 Snapple. That sucked. And oh yeah, I got a freaking sun-burn looking at the stupid UAVs and Trainer pussy jets while waiting for the fat-mama. Till today, I'm still peeling.

I have found that the only way to get enough frequent flyer miles to be entitled to special status with airlines is to travel in Business Class minimally, and take planes like most others take buses. That's what my old man has done, and he has gotten enough miles within 6 months. Bet his internal clock insists its been 8 months. Its surely all screwed up.

Feasted on Saturday and chionged thereafter. I suck at that. The Chionging that is. Feasting is 2nd nature. Chionging is Shiong. I was dazed after a little dancing at MOS. Stupid place really. Doesn't live up to the hype. Anyway, I take it as a sign that I'll have to start working out for real this time. Yes, I haven't broken an exercised sweat since my return. Blow Me.

Well, the final nail in the coffin has to be the great dinner I just had at Long Beach in Marina South. Prawns, Fish, Crabs (Chilli and Black Pepper), Chicken, Noodles, Vege and desserts. I am officially the Glutton of Bedok.

And I've got to pass my ippt within a month. I'm so screwed.

Current affairs have been boring me. On a WorldWide scale, the entire planet is going to hell. Nothing new. Same old shit. I really with they could just escalate all the issues and just duke it out, kill each other and finish off with it. Why drag an old crusade for hundreds of years? Its just nonsense.

On the home front, a founding father has passed on the the great big lalang patch in the sky. Kudos to him for all he has done. Don't really know him well, but many people seem to like him.

And in the same paper where this great man's obituaries can be found, is another article on another celebrity of sorts from home. A poly gal whose mobile phone containing videos of her and her boyfriend in compromised situations was stolen. And said videos broadcasted. Worldwide. We seem to have a knack for such racy conduct. And from an island that is supposedly uptight. I think its just sad that her life is ruined because of pettiness on the part of the person who stole the phone. What a way to have your future dashed. On another note, I'm surprised at the enterprise of others who took this opportunity to make a quick buck. Unscrupulous, but enterprising nevertheless.

Lost my car today. Got it back in the afternoon. Stupid. My parents lost it in the car park. Its a classic case of emotions overbearing rationale.

Truth of the fortnight," Think hard before you act. But think too hard and you will never act."

Gush of shit to blog

All right, so I lost track of my blogging regiment. And almost all discipline in life since the last blog. Seems like life is throwing me all the good stuff, and resistance is futile and meaningless. Why say no to the good stuff? Why torture yourself? But then I remember that life is about balance. And that the downturn is gonna come real soon.

So here is my confession, and the beginning of my penance.

*Can you believe I just went to search for the right spelling for penance? Although I got it right, but damn! To think I have illusions of being a writer. What a mind fuck. Long way to go, dick....so to speak*

Anyways, the trip was magnificent. Shanghai in all her glory. And its a she. Cause most cities and female and this one was a babe. In most aspects. I ate and gorged and feasted and gluttonised myself. Even now, I still feel some remnants of the food in my tummy. No wait, its just the converted coagulated fats at my abdomen. Sorry.

I did a shitload of shopping too. Don't you just hate me? Along with my own babe, we had spent 1000 Singjiakpore Dollars. Excluding food. Just shopping. I came back with 4 pairs of shoes and 2 jackets that I don't know what I'm gonna do with them.

Forget it, I'm not lending them to you either.

However, I dreaded the last few days before returning to our sunny island. It was all due to the fact that I'd have to stay in the freaking office for another week and a half before my last day came about. The icing on the cake was when I went in the next morning, my boss told me to clear my leave.

SWEET! BEST!

Thus the soulfest continued and I enjoyed myself for another week and a half. I will go in tomorrow morning, to outprocess and wipe my ass off the company.

Now I'm fatter, lazier and overall rounder than ever. My six-pack aim seems further than ever. It would be interesting to see if I ever meet it.

Today's Valentine's. Great. More couples breaking up. Hearts broken, relationships trashed. Was St. Valentine from hell?

Dick Cheney shot his hunting partner. Haha. Purposely? Danish papers printing comic strips depicting the prophet Mohammed. Gives comics a bad name, really. Even if its strip. Jarhead was good. Funny shit. Don't think I'm catching BrokeAss Mountain. I'm homophobic.

Trading has been fun. Can't wait to start the real thing. That would be interesting to watch too.

Ok, I'm losing focus. Come on, cut me some slack. Its 3 freaking am!

I'm outta here. No truths this time round.
I'll leave you with this excellent url.

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