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Mind Your Language - NSFW 2

Heard this in client meeting today (Day 2):

Client (same senior person from yesterday):[Pointing to the prettiest girl in the conference room - Girl 1] Since I asked her out for date and she rejected me, then I… [Pointing to the second prettiest girl in the conference room] will date her. Got higher chance.. 

Girl 1: Then she also reject you, how?

Client: [Pointing to the plain-looking woman (and the last one) in the conference room] Then I will date her. It’s like that one what, already being rejected why still ask again?! If a girl is beautiful and rich, then I will keep asking her until I die! I might even resort to raping her so she will marry me!

Mind Your Language - NSFW

Heard this in client meeting today:

Client (someone senior): (to the ladies in the meeting room) None of you ladies have an abortion before? Why you all looked so confused? Abortion is you take the baby out and dispose of it in a proper way else it’s a criminal offense!

Are you doing what you loved to be doing?

How often has anyone told you: “I love my job!”?

Well, no one has ever told me that. Not even my tai-tai friends (if you considered being a tai-tai a job). And I often wonder, do I love what I do? Does job satisfaction equates to loving what you are doing?

We all had childhood dreams and aspirations. I wanted to be a doctor, a lawyer, a police… something cool, something big… then I realized it was all those drama series that we used to watch as kids that got me thinking such. I once shocked my Primary 3 classmates by saying I wanted to join the army when I grew up. My teacher felt kinda embarrassed for me, while I just looked on at my classmates quizzically: ‘What’s wrong?’ In the end, my teacher made me changed my essay into saying I want to be an air stewardess. Those SAF commercials are goooood, aren’t they? I changed my essay reluctantly but hell no, I never wanted to be an air stewardess, until I watched the Japanese drama Good Luck!. Again…watched too much TV.

If you are doing something that makes you happy, something that interest you, does it equate to loving your job? Honestly, I don’t think I’m doing something that interest me. Story writing interest me, but I am not doing that for a living. Trying to know your business and then advising how technology can make it better is not an interest to me, it’s my job. Getting ridiculed at, getting accused of things I have never done, dealing with clients who can never make up their mind… all these are certainly nowhere near interesting. My brother says every new job is a reset of tolerance level. You will work and work until the point of your tolerance had reached, and then you move on to another job (same shit different place = reset of tolerance). I think it’s so true for my case.

Having sat through an arduous meeting recently, I kinda fear for my future. I looked at the women that made the meeting discussions so difficult and thought to myself: ‘Shit, these women and I are in the same line of work and they are behaving like total bitches! What if I turned out like them?!’ I hope someone will kill me if I ever behaved that way. Have I chosen to be in the wrong kind of future that fateful day when I put down my choices of study during the Joint Admission Exercise? What if I had gone for that Mass Communication interview which I had so much wanted, only to give it up the last minute, thinking that I could never survive in Singapore if I choose to pursue my interest in Journalism? Paranoia creeps…

I cannot re-write the past. I can only hope in the future that I either grow to love what I am doing, or actually find something that I love doing… Either way, uncertainty looms…

So what about you? Are you in a job that you love? Or in a job that makes you happy? Or in a job that interest you? We are all in it for the money, we know…and the job takes up the most part of our life. But life is really too short. Is your job worth living it for?

You have made a difference in my life

You have changed the way I listened to music. Now, I am never without it. 

You have changed the way I watched TV series. I spent hours and hours with Seinfeld, whenever and wherever I want. Then it was How I Met Your Mother, Supernatural and Glee.

You have changed the way I desired for a home sound system. It used to be FM Radio and CD Changer all in, completed with sub-woofer and surround sounds. Now it’s just so simple. So small. So loud. So cool. And just takes up 20cm of space on my table top. And hotels that come with it, I will always rate them as 5-stars cos that is the first thing that I always look out for in the room. 

You have changed the way I run. Now I can listen to music and still know how many kilometers I have run, how much calories I have burned and what was my running pace, even when I am not running in the gym. 

You have changed the way I read. No longer I have to keep physical copies of my favorite magazines and books (no more clutter!). And I can buy a book or magazine anytime, anywhere. And I can enjoy the glory of the colors in the magazine in Full HD. And hear the sounds in the embedded sound clips. And watch the embedded videos. Slide my fingers across the screen to turn the pages, zoom in on the pictures, switch to read another book or magazine…all in an instant, all so easily.

You have made a revolution out of technology. You made me want things that I don’t need…but when I actually get my hands on it, I cannot live without it. You made a phone into an entertainment and infotainment system, and made boring commute life into one worth looking forward to. You made so many inspiring speeches that inspired me as well as so many others out there… and you know it.

Now you have given me the resolute to buy the MBA. I don’t need it, but as always, I will crave for it if I don’t have it. 

RIP Steve Jobs - You have made a difference in my life. 

As US President Obama had so aptly tweeted: ”There may be no greater tribute to Steve’s success than the fact that much of the world learned of his passing on a device he invented.”

Swiftly away from me (or not?)

So just found out yesterday that bus fares are increasing by 2 cents come 8 Oct. For what? So that the frequency of buses can be increased? So that the iris app can give better and more timely updates? So that there can be more bus stops which in turn will slow down my travelling time? Increasing bus fares will not curb sloppiness in bus drivers who decided to leave the bus interchange 15 mins later than their scheduled time. Increasing bus fare will not prevent accidents from happening on the road hence causing major jams hence causing buses to arrive late. Increasing bus fares will not guarantee I will be able to get into the packed-to-the-brim bus. So what good is increasing the bus fare?

Then I thought: well, never mind…Maybe the COE prices will drop soon and I will be able to own my dream car. Alas, the minute I stepped into the office and started complaining about the rise in bus fares and gushed about the near-realization of the fantasy of owning my dream car, I was told that COE prices will NOT drop because the Government is going to curb the number of cars on the road. “Each year, there is approximately 1.5% growth in the number of cars on the road…” 1.5% against a total of?? Mr. Lui, although it’s the first time I’m seeing your name but I have to be honest: I don’t like you!

My dream car is swiftly running away from me or I should really just go get the car now!

People are always puzzled when they found out what my dream car is. My dream car is the Suzuki Swift Sport, preferably white. (What?! Why?! - See, you have the same reaction…)

Why? It’s just pure love. The car was made for me, and I was made for it.

But why do I need a car? I want a car, not need. For these reasons simply (in no relevance of importance):

1. Freedom!
2. Freedom!
3. Freedom!
4. Increasing my count of short term happiness (by having many short term happiness, I hope, can eventually be accumulated into long term happiness)
5. So that I don’t have to put up with waiting 1/2 hr for the bus despite paying the ever increasing bus fare that does no justice for me. 
6. So that I can contribute to the traffic jam and not have to put up with it while being in the bus. Being a contributor makes me feel better.
7. So that I don’t have to put up with irresponsible parents who sit their 2 kids in the one empty seat next to me and then totally don’t give a damn when their rowdiness disturbed me or other fellow peace-loving commuters. (yeah? true story. I’m not being mean. I just want some people to exercise responsibility)
8. So that I don’t have to put up with some people standing next to the seated me and pressed their stomach against my arm, thinking that it’s okay to do so.
9. So that I won’t have weird men looking at me when I’m waiting at the bus stop.
10. So that I won’t get bashed by the rain when I’m waiting at the bus stop.
11. So that I have a choice to adjust the air-con to the temperature I want.
12. I wanna buy McDonald’s via drive-thru.
13. I wanna listen to Jay Chou and sing out loud when I drive… and have no one judge me when I do that. (yes, call me shallow)
14. I wanna bring my parents to all the nice and far away places to eat without my mum saying: “Har? So far? Must take taxi ah? Never mind lah, let’s eat downstairs zi char…”
15. I wanna give a car to my dad to drive on his off days. Bring my mum out and relive their courtship/dating days. 
16. I wanna go see my ‘matrix city’ when I can’t sleep at night.
17. I wanna to not panic when I’m running late and there’s no taxi in sight.
18. I wanna go on a road trip with it.
19. I wanna dump some of the stuffs in my room in it.
20. I wanna be able to earn the most cash-back on my Dividend card.
21. Etc, etc, etc…

The list can go on and on…the wonders of having my dream car! I just need to pay exorbitant insurance and the dream will be a reality…

Are you swiftly nearing or swiftly further away from me?

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn’t see me creep
down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked
up in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night
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Just heard from a dear friend yesterday that the Santa Claus in question here is Daddy himself. I was shocked. All along I thought Mommy was having an affair with Santa Claus! Asked another friend today and he told me that he thought Mommy was having an affair with someone dressed up as Santa Claus. My dear friend asked me: “Eh, you have a very troubled childhood is it?”

I guessed I just need to believe.