Too lazy to blog, i'd just let you see what I stuffed my face with this month. And i've yet to include our trip to Hoshigaoka and other places.

I can hear diabetes and heart disease beckon!

Cherlosophy's Playlist

1. Tong Shou Tong Jiao - Landy
2. Eternity - Ekin Cheng
3. Chase - Leslie Cheung
4. Save Me - Corrinne May
5. Sunshine - Gabrielle
6. Mercy - Duffy
7. Tattoo - Jordin Sparks
8. Walk On By - Gabrielle
9. Rehab - Amy Winehouse
10. Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
11. Take A Bow - Rihanna
12. Double - BoA
13. Kiss My Ass - Ok, I'm just joking

Money, money, money…
It’s a rich man’s world…

Or so that’s how the song goes.

For this miserably poor person here, I can only eyeball the clock.

The countdown is on..!! I can’t wait!!!

Its 122hrs and 30min to bonus.. which translates to roughly slightly over 5 days more before I can begin to smell the sweet fragrance of Yusof Ishak’s printed large face.

By now, you should be able to comprehend the depths of my desperation. Hahaha..

Also, F4 is officially 1 yr old this 18th. It seems like only days since we first stumbled into kusu island. Time literally flies when you’re enjoying yourself. We’re planning a celebration later this month in the ward. It’ll be a nice gesture to show our appreciation to all our colleagues for their patience.

For now, I’ll just have to dream till the money comes.

A Penny For Your Thoughts

Sometimes people wonder why they have to spend so much of their lives working hard to draw a pay check at the end of the month, only to spend it all and get sucked into the cycle over and over again.

Incidentally, this same question did not evade me. Years ago, I pondered over this same flawed logic and spent countless nights scratching my scalp bald for specks of reason.

Essentially, work is a necessity in this life. And a job gives one the avenue to earn their keep. Regardless of whether you end up in the career of your choice, you cannot survive without money and thus, you have to work.

Such is the burden of life.

However I’ve come to realize that I actually enjoy what I do. Cleaning backsides take courage, apart from thick skin. And if I may point out, cleaning is very much an art form. And not everyone has the stomach to swallow the sight of undigested feeds merlion-ed unto the floor (ala exorcist style) or milk shake-esqe shit smeared where ever you can imagine.

I’m glad my job allows me the option to see the direct impact my actions have on other people. The results of my work are not abstract figures but real time, real life consequences.

What I do actually make a difference. Wow.

On the aspect of pay, all effort requires reward. And although I strongly believe I should earn more then I currently make (frankly, don’t we all?), the pay is sufficient to comfortably make ends meet.

How can I complain?

How can I complain when in front of me, I see people having to work 14 hour days and still requiring sacrificing what little time they have left to divide between traveling, sleep and family?

How can I complain when within our shores, poverty is still camouflaged ?
When starvation is rampant in this world and war prevails?

Some people don’t even have the chance to get a warm meal a day.

I guess it’s what you end up doing with the money that counts. If you have sufficient grey matter (and time) to go online and read my entries, I’m deducing you would have enough grey matter to spend money wisely.

Thus, it is a personal choice to flush your hard earned money down the cashier at LV or perhaps into the palms of weary child, hungry for crumbs.

Maybe Vietnam left a deep impression in my soul.

I can still picture the sunlight bouncing across the cheeks of the children there, setting their lovely smiles aglow. I can still hear their tireless chuckles. And I’ll never forget the children running down the driveway, stirring the gravel beneath their worn soles, waving feverishly as our bus pulled out.

Gratitude dissolved in their tears.

Lord, I pray for the opportunity to exercise wisdom to make the right choices in life, to never forget those less fortunate and remember the many blessings bestowed upon me.

God, let me go back. Please.

An angel gave me the adidas jacket with the wing motif..!!!

Thank you babe...

This beauty is the 5th in my collection of adi jackets. One for every weekday now! Woohoo!!

Below is a picture of the heavenly jacket.

Notice the subtle print in the blue areas. And the unique wing motif on the chest area, whereas the trefoil logo is located at the bottom.The piping is actually a bright bloody red in real life. It lines the collar and the sleeves in all its iconic adidas tradition.

And believe me, it looks super nice on me. Wahahaha... !!!

I'm praying the angel brings this pair of shoes to me too!!!

How lovely can adi shoes get?!! I simply love their country sleek series to bits!

Hint Hint. Angel take note.

I have the white leather with gold stripe version, but you'll never hear me complaining I've got too many pairs of shoes!

I hope angel wants to get me the Nike medallion sling and Shox pumps too!

Shaken Not Stirred

The other day, I received an sms from Kelvin.

Tonight go dinner

WTF.

Is that an order or are you asking me nicely? Irate, I screamed at him over the phone promptly reminding him that he was in dire need of some lessons in text etiquette.

He showed off his new Ah Wang styled short hair. I seriously think it’s been years since he last had his hair short. I still think he looks better with the longer cut, though his mum is elated with the status quo. He says we’re a tag team so since he’s now christened “Ah Wang”, he calls me Fei Mao, after another mentally underprivileged HK drama character.

Later in the day, after confirming plans with Kristabel, we decided to pop down Geylang for Tau Huay. Apparently, the tau huay there is famous. Since we could only meet her after she finished dinner at her Grandmother’s, Kelvin and I had to make our own dinner plans.

He fetched me direct after work, rejecting my pleas for him to go home and change. So in the end, I wore berms and a T, whilst he wore an all black ensemble save for a white belt. My goodness, so Ah Beng. I almost died. Though I must admit that the shirt is a miracle find. Vivian picked it out for him. She definitely has a better eye.

Jet black with a herringbone weave.

We wound up at a corner kopitiam in Holland Rd. Kelvin didn’t seem to mind himself sticking out like a sore thumb in his super ah beng attire. He wanted to order the entire menu. I declined this and that, sticking to just an order of fish meat noodles. Then he screamed at me in front of the lady taking our order.

FYI – we shout at each other all the time. The only time we can ever speak to each other nicely is when we’re both either dead or dying.

Even ordering the drinks is a wrestle. He actually told the drink lady “dai ta chu lai hen ma fan” (it’s very troublesome to bring her out). Asshole!! I almost punched him in the kisser. We finally finished dinner amidst a barrage of expletives and threats of eye gorging.

Our conversations make Singa the courtesy lion’s head shake in disgust.

The drive to fetch Kristabel was equally torturous. The lame bastard loves to fart in the car and lock the windows, leaving me gasping for fresh air. I’ll swear at him and slam on the hazard signal and attempt to open the door. Even in the middle of the highway.

He thoroughly enjoys this sick, repetitive game.

I know, our antics make the Road Safety Police cringe.

Our bladder extolled the virtues or relaxation whilst waiting for Kristabel. Lame Kelvin was whistling and egging me to pee in the bushes. He cited that my pee would kill the vermin that lurked in the shadows. Hunting in vain for a toilet near her block, it was a Godsend when Kristabel appeared before us.

Incidentally, Kelvin ducked the moment he saw Kristabel’s mum. He verbalizes he has a phobia of meeting people’s parents. LOSER. Curiosity had gotten the better of her mum and she could not help but snatch a glimpse of (pseudo celebrity) me. Heeheehee.. In the end, I ran up to Her house to relieve my on-the-urge-of-exploding bladder.

I will not attempt to blog about the sights that burned into memory for fear of incurring Kristabel’s wrath.

So, after she also changed into a more comfortable T and shorts combo, we finally set off to Geylang, leaving the Ah Wang-Beng still in his work clothes.

Locating a parking lot proved a challenge. The only lot available ended up being quite a distance away. We had to walk a few streets to get the right place. You could feel the sexually deprived stares all over the place.

Kelvin looked like a gigolo with his work clothes, walking alongside us.

He’s damn lame. He pointed at me in the middle of the street, shouting, “$40!! You want or not?” I retaliated by offering to buy him a set of paper shirts (those you burn for the dead). Unfazed, he decided to add onto the drama by trying to push me onto the next lane while crossing the road.

I swear I nearly mauled him.

We drove through the alleys to see the tourist attractions. Kristabel and I sat glued with our cheeks to the window, peering onto the sights under the moonlight. Scantily clad girls lined the alleys, almost akin to a police line-up. Each strutting their stuff, trying to entice the passer-bys with their assets dangling out of poor excuses for clothes.

Some looked barely of legal age.

Kelvin shared sob stories he had heard from his friends about the plight of the girls, citing not all were voluntary and he genuinely felt for them.

All that registered was the fact that I was glad I was not one of those statistics.

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Btw, our team lost the debate. Sure, I felt sore, but it was definitely buffered by a post competition celebration with good friends ( Kristabel, Snoopy, Leni and even Sister Chow), time stopped and nothing else really mattered.

Thanks for the support people

Gimme Gimme

Taking a cue from the infamous Ms Britney Spears, I too, am singing this same tag line. You see, my institution has decided to give all eligible staff a special additional, one time payoff on top of our regular bi-annual bonus. They're promising a cool 1k, which translates to a nett take-home sum of 800 smackeroos.

Suddenly, I find myself so in need of so much.

Dammit.

My body aches for the following :

1. Louis Vuitton's Saumur in Mini Mono
- I can dream can't I?

2. Portable DVD player
-preferably with built-in tv tuner and swivel screen

3. More Sony Stuff
- yes, I can live with a Vaio, multimedia players, cams and more!

4. Coach Sneakers!!

5. The gorgeous Adidas jacket with the wing motif

Though in the end, I presume I'll probably give myself a little treat (read : food) at a nice place and save the remainder for my trip (Fuel charges are such kill joys!) because in actuality, I'm not going to get very much anyway.

Chee Bye.