Coming more than a year, we have the many joy and merry fun sans the heavy tears and the many unfortunate downs as many as the ups. But for all the time we bicker, quarrel, fight and cry, we learn. For the better, no worse and for all the rest of the tomorrows and tomorrows that yet to unfold. I guess somehow along this 14 months journey, I stumbled upon this formulae. and the equivalent witstand all tests somehow. sure they say to love someone is a test, I guess I wanna score a 100 for this be it tears or no tears.

to all xanganians, is the season to give. go on, spread some love.
merry xmas! ho ho ho

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only after a few minutes this entry been put up shortly, i'm abided by order of my supreme being to release a liner to appease her voracious hunger of being loved by me...
"love you, lao po" - yr forever humbling slave.

it was last noted that my life needed a bit more sense of urgency and my last entry served to remind me solely for that purpose. Like hell it did. but didn’t i also mentioned that once procrastination steps in, all things fail to misery to the bottomless pit of "I can't be bothered"? nevertheless, if you read this far, you know this is an entry of a long wait. and what could be better to sum up my present life with the most bromidic liner, "it could get better". o joy.

so before I finally decided to put my typing in motion and embark on this self-discovery journey through words and woebegone ranting, there's this whole array of processes I diligently adhere to first. largely, this also results in my failure to have an entry up too. foremost, I need to spent like hours on end to read my other bloggers; to see that well, everyone is alive and kicking and that blogging is still commercially viable and I may get as famous as the "xia(4)suay(1)", I mean xiaxue. but then again, I guess I will fail as bad cause notably, I don't get any closer to any celebrities. she does. she puts on the bling bling and mascara in front of the camera. I don’t and I won’t. 

then, there's this whole big issue of starting a new entry on a good note. the chinese calls it, "kai men da ji". and presumptuous stubborn me without the wee bit of creativity try ways and means to put up something arty farty with my horrible horrible photoshop skills. Sense the effort in my new background? Please refrain from your sardonic laughter and give me my two cents applaud, thank you.

Anyway, for the record, work is fine – is been a year since I work, my xy is fine – absolute darling minus all the things I couldn’t say here, haha...  But I’m not. Hormones still raging and wrecking havoc on my poor face and I’m growing sideways and not any taller. Seemingly, my expenditure exceeds my income and splurging on a new phone only serve to remind me my wastrel ways. A passion for the big screen is not helping either, seriously.

the word is discipline. waking up early, having a hearty breakfast, a cuppa within reach and digesting the light hearted sunday papers in the comfort of my humble abode requires discipline. I say discipline cause on a given sunday, my ideal meaningful weekend would mean i comatose till like no tomorrow, waking up to the hot sun baking on my face and see that my well-mannered mummy barking away to get my rotting body up from the bed. 

things will change. I need to change my lifestyle and that again requires discipline. i'm sure by now, you know the word of the day is discipline and since i'm gonna use it at a disturbing rate and the word discipline seems harsh on the ears, I shall affectionately for this entry replace it with the word "be good". it sounds nicer too. you'll see why.

i need to be good. I haven't been doing my runs for the longest time and hitting gym seems to elude me since god knows when. my running shoes have been collecing dust and my new running shorts yet to taste my butt sweat. be good, I need to exercise and feel my lungs screaming for oxygen once again.

be good in blogging. last entry dated back in may and by my own standards, this is a new time low. not that readership matters to me, but well blogging is my solace and spending time reading interesting blogs is an bonus. i feel enriched in that sense.

reading better be good. there used to be a good book or magazine in my bag always and it prides me that I can fight sleep inside the train and spend the few good twenty minutes indulging in a world beyond this. now, my world beyond comes in a higher state of consciousness in the form of a must-sleep inside the train. having said that, I have succumb to the every being on the platform waiting for the train; jostling and fighting my way for a seat inside the train. trust me, when i say i am becoming increasingly efficient at it. efficiency is also how i can within seconds, once seated inside the train and dozed off like a patient being hypnotised and recovering from it when the PA system reads out loud, "Next stop, Outram Park station". The stops before it? I never hear it. don't ask me how, sometimes an art has no explanation to it.

oh well, all in all... there are many things i yet to take care of and seemingly largely, i need to be good. but once procrastination sets in, and things are never done.

so i say guys, own your time and do good with it. I gotta fly. will promise myself to blog again with good updates.

somehow i figured out that the best place to learn language and phonetics as according to the creator intended is on the commuter's platform while waiting for their due train. now you will all agree with me unanmiously if I ask you to say it aloud with me, "destroy the sith, we must". the effect was so bad that speaking like Yoda seems really hip and in. however, though overplayed a little, none has it as bad as Jack Neo's "bai liu li pai, hui bu hui kai" overkiller. say if i so unfortunately miss my train, i wish i was better of dead for the next few minutes waiting for the next one. I say bring me a war and "destroy the tvs, we must".

I have yet to catch "Revenge of the sith" despite the continuous brain-washing play of the trailer but rest assure this is definitely a guys' night out. the spouses i heard are more than eager to say no to i quote my colleague, "watching the green shorty ET". that's MASTER YODA, for pete sake!!! pardon the ignorants, we must.

and since i'm at the topic of the big screen, I finally caught my long overdue Kingdom of heaven last sat. now there's something call delay gratification and I surmised I would come out from the cinema totally sastified after such a long wait to catch the show. after two and half hours, I came out from the threatre entertained nevertheless but with bagfuls of disappointment too; not at all eager to galvanize a fight against the ah-mats.  perhaps the only saving grace for the show i can give is the sincere warfare scott put up. Character development was just really really poor. i didn't know a blacksmith can wield a sword as good as he is with his hammer and horse-rings and that liam neeson's high-guard and low guard difference makes him an ultimate muslim killer. The movie was decent long for an epoch but many things left unexplained and seemingly too fast-forwarded. a good part should explain how bloom buttress the almost impeneratable fortess and his brillant strategies. if that had to be left out, then they really should not bother to explain that the city's defence "had been done as good as it is". totally placid attempt to explain how they erected the catapults overnight. i'm not quite confident of the accuracy of measurements back in 1811 but quasi-admiral bloom's screaming the contact distance of the marching armada really sounded like I'm watching some surmarine warfare show. and finally, somebody please feel sorry for the little boy who got slapped out of so many who kneeled before bloom.  

bottom line? ask me anytime which epic shows that will have me picking up a sword and shield? Bring me Gladiator and Troy. Kingdom of heaven, except for the entertaining bloody war fight that we have put up since Mel Gibson's Braveheart, Ridley Scott barely excaped scott free.

a long time ago, i worked my entries from that very workstation. where my entries came in fast and furious; a dissipated quasi editor at his column after wanton-ing away the little nsf's money at chinablack and zouk every other day. little do i know that months later, i am back there again, the same workstation remains and the keyboard eager as ever to the touch of my fingers to do her humbly work.

anyway, i'm done with my first reservist and if not for my assigned duty that day, i doubt i won't be there, ensconce in the comfort of the leathery arm chair, not a single soul to disturb my dinner jazz on class 95 playing to the tunes of Diana Krall and Jamie Collum, and taking my sweet o time to do my entry. placidity epitomised i say. and yes, you did not read it wrong. I am that free despite I'm doing my reservist. most of the time, i'm just stand-bying (loboing) or unless some emergencies come in that requires my immediate expertise, i basically have the free rein of my time. for the record, my expertise requires a dextrous use of my hands and complex coordination of the legs; they call it driving - the ONLY thing i picked up during my army life. yeap, the only thing. hell, i don't even know how to shoot.

so come monday, i'll be back in SAFRA again. and at times, time killing in the office is a skill i’m honing with increasing efficiency. here's how.

foremost, i don’t switch on my work desk immediately once i reached the office. that will encourage me to start replying my mails a minute or two faster. if possible, malingering till half an hour later will be the best time NOT to switch on the pc yet... but to make my daily trip to the toilet before coming to my desk and switch on the pc finally. 

the next few hours to lunch are quite a challenge. half of the time is spent on arranging and tidying my work table at a disturbing rate suffice enough to ward me a few days stay at IMH. say the angle projected of my thermo flask has to fall within a tolerance of .5 degrees so my hands at a distance of 37.6 cm from the handle of my thermo flask can reached with my eyes closed. ok, tat was too much. but u do sense my effort in conjuring the two lines? tat’s like one minute wasted u see. haha.

In between the fastidious wont, work has to be done nevertheless. afterall, being paid a money, i should at least at least keep the keyboard constantly pressed and mouse clicks loud right. of course, occasionally i’ll be on the phone checking my bills and the latest promos with my sun perk points. 

you probably want my job if i insist that there is absolutely no work to be done. fine, there’s no such thing as free lunch. there and then, i do need to do up the minutes and make some calls for quotes from vendors. then there is lunch. probably a 10 minutes earlier and 10 minutes later affair. that’s a 20 minutes steal mind you! after which, is another long four hours before knock-off. 

dust may settled while you’re off to lunch you see... so don’t be lazy and repeat the above mentioned. need i say more? is six before you know it!! 

so much so for going back to office after such a long absence huh?