Thursday, May 31, 2007
I hate being sick
It seem that the medical centre's flu medicine in my camp has an adverse effect that causes fever, for the second time I got hit by this kind of fever that blows hot and cold. I can sweat out all t he water in my body and suddenly I'm wearing jacket in such warm conditions. Worse still, the flu isn't showing any signs of going away, having blocked nose with some of those liquid stuff flowing out is the worst thing that can happen when u try to sleep. Shall take some old medicine and see if I'd be okie by tomorrow.
Wierdly enough now I hate taking MCs, actually to be honest I hate taking MCs when I'm really sick as I have like so many things to do. It's best if I can 'geng' an MC when I'm not really sick! I must start putting a mug or flask of plain water on my office desk everyday, my urine for the past few days showed signs of being 'gum jek', it means too yellowish and too much sugar and heaty stuffs and a lack of water. Now could water be the difference to not only good health but also nicer hair texture? I read on some healthcare websites that consuming plenty of plain water allows one's hair to grow softer, and prevent those frizzy strands from appearing. No harm trying, I shall just learn to consume at least 8 glasses of water daily, something I've always failed to do all my life.
And yes when I'm sick, this is my favourite dish, I don't mean it's my favourite but it's the next best thing to being able to eat something that has taste and suitable for sicknotes. It's called 'Mee Tai Bak'.
Today Liyin asked me why I have to do these to myself, that I look okay and there's nothing wrong with my appearance. In fact I've been hearing quite abit of this question from nearly basically everyone who knows about what I'm going to do. My answer has always been the same though - I'm realistic and I'm not drop dead gorgeous am I? Yes I'm hell bent on becoming drop dead gorgeous, say what people want but at the end of the day it's my own happiness.
It seem that the medical centre's flu medicine in my camp has an adverse effect that causes fever, for the second time I got hit by this kind of fever that blows hot and cold. I can sweat out all t he water in my body and suddenly I'm wearing jacket in such warm conditions. Worse still, the flu isn't showing any signs of going away, having blocked nose with some of those liquid stuff flowing out is the worst thing that can happen when u try to sleep. Shall take some old medicine and see if I'd be okie by tomorrow.
Wierdly enough now I hate taking MCs, actually to be honest I hate taking MCs when I'm really sick as I have like so many things to do. It's best if I can 'geng' an MC when I'm not really sick! I must start putting a mug or flask of plain water on my office desk everyday, my urine for the past few days showed signs of being 'gum jek', it means too yellowish and too much sugar and heaty stuffs and a lack of water. Now could water be the difference to not only good health but also nicer hair texture? I read on some healthcare websites that consuming plenty of plain water allows one's hair to grow softer, and prevent those frizzy strands from appearing. No harm trying, I shall just learn to consume at least 8 glasses of water daily, something I've always failed to do all my life.
And yes when I'm sick, this is my favourite dish, I don't mean it's my favourite but it's the next best thing to being able to eat something that has taste and suitable for sicknotes. It's called 'Mee Tai Bak'.
Today Liyin asked me why I have to do these to myself, that I look okay and there's nothing wrong with my appearance. In fact I've been hearing quite abit of this question from nearly basically everyone who knows about what I'm going to do. My answer has always been the same though - I'm realistic and I'm not drop dead gorgeous am I? Yes I'm hell bent on becoming drop dead gorgeous, say what people want but at the end of the day it's my own happiness.
posted by mango at 9:54 PM
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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
BABE!
Happened to be sick yesterday morning so I went to the medical centre to see the doc and get my MC, surprisingly 'Miss Universe 2007' was showing LIVE at that time. Little wonder all those supposely 'sick' fella had their eyes glued to the TV set, even those higher ranking officers couldnt resist stopping for awhile to catch the action that's going on.
Whats so great about 'Miss Universe'? It's an annual event isn't it? If this was a show to decide the most beautiful woman in the world then it's doomed a failure. A look at some of the contestants tells u why - those so call 'race queens' are prettier than them, even those japan AV porn actress are much more hotter. But hell no, this wasn't all about beauty, this was all about BABE.
B - Beauty
A - Attitude
B - Brains
E - Elegance
The people's, including my favourite 'Miss Korea' narrowly lost the crown all because she screwed up during the Q&A. One of the most pretty and brainy contestants, 'Miss USA' didn't even make the cut all because she couldn't even walk properly on those heels - tripping over herself. Talk about elegance indeed, and so 'Miss Japan' won.
She has it all, beauty, brains, attitude and elegance. But I still prefer 'Miss Korea', for the fact that she has those amazing x-factor that implies to any stranger that she's got that something special about her. Definitely one which every guy would love to bring home to show their parents.
Oh, not forgetting our dear 'Miss Singapore', I feel we shouldn't even take part in such a contest it's totally a waste of time unless u know we send some extremely tall, elegant, brainy beauty who have mix blooded features. It's funny how guys often look at a girl with long hair and 'nice' features in pictures of on the streets and immediately go "wow, pretty girl....lets be friends!"
The real example of beauties were fully on show during the program, mind you. These are the kind of girls that don't come cheap and easy but these are the kind which are worthly of being labelled 'HOT', not those girls u see on the net who try revealing their cleavages when the are so flat chested, or even worst, those who are really plump and yet somehow 'angeled' their cameras in a way that make them look like having the Jessica Alba's figure. I do not mean to discrimate or offend anyone, I just feel like laughing everytime I see guys going 'high' over such girls.
Singapore do have alot of natural beauties but there's a problem with nearly every one of them. They often suffer from princess syndrome, so often that we could someday have a Miss Princess Singapore contest. And the really pretty ones often end up having a guy who looks totally out of place beside her, totally wasted especially when some of those guys are total bollocks. We need a change in mindsets to produce more BABES!
Happened to be sick yesterday morning so I went to the medical centre to see the doc and get my MC, surprisingly 'Miss Universe 2007' was showing LIVE at that time. Little wonder all those supposely 'sick' fella had their eyes glued to the TV set, even those higher ranking officers couldnt resist stopping for awhile to catch the action that's going on.
Whats so great about 'Miss Universe'? It's an annual event isn't it? If this was a show to decide the most beautiful woman in the world then it's doomed a failure. A look at some of the contestants tells u why - those so call 'race queens' are prettier than them, even those japan AV porn actress are much more hotter. But hell no, this wasn't all about beauty, this was all about BABE.
B - Beauty
A - Attitude
B - Brains
E - Elegance
The people's, including my favourite 'Miss Korea' narrowly lost the crown all because she screwed up during the Q&A. One of the most pretty and brainy contestants, 'Miss USA' didn't even make the cut all because she couldn't even walk properly on those heels - tripping over herself. Talk about elegance indeed, and so 'Miss Japan' won.
She has it all, beauty, brains, attitude and elegance. But I still prefer 'Miss Korea', for the fact that she has those amazing x-factor that implies to any stranger that she's got that something special about her. Definitely one which every guy would love to bring home to show their parents.
Oh, not forgetting our dear 'Miss Singapore', I feel we shouldn't even take part in such a contest it's totally a waste of time unless u know we send some extremely tall, elegant, brainy beauty who have mix blooded features. It's funny how guys often look at a girl with long hair and 'nice' features in pictures of on the streets and immediately go "wow, pretty girl....lets be friends!"
The real example of beauties were fully on show during the program, mind you. These are the kind of girls that don't come cheap and easy but these are the kind which are worthly of being labelled 'HOT', not those girls u see on the net who try revealing their cleavages when the are so flat chested, or even worst, those who are really plump and yet somehow 'angeled' their cameras in a way that make them look like having the Jessica Alba's figure. I do not mean to discrimate or offend anyone, I just feel like laughing everytime I see guys going 'high' over such girls.
Singapore do have alot of natural beauties but there's a problem with nearly every one of them. They often suffer from princess syndrome, so often that we could someday have a Miss Princess Singapore contest. And the really pretty ones often end up having a guy who looks totally out of place beside her, totally wasted especially when some of those guys are total bollocks. We need a change in mindsets to produce more BABES!
posted by mango at 7:48 PM
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Monday, May 28, 2007
Love is blinded for a reason
I don't really like writing such a private part of my life but I'm afraid as I age on, the images may erase off by itself from my mind. Images of the ones who could have been, images of those so near yet so far. I've never had a shortage of suitors but I've always had a problem making my choice. Before I gave up on relationships and girls for the foreseeable future, girls were always like taxis. When I want to hire a cab, there is none in sight or all busy/on-call but when I don't need one, they come in dozens. That has always been the story of my love life. There are afew worth mentioning, these are the ones which left me with alot of "what ifs" and "what could have been".
I caught her attention at 1st sight, and sought my classmates to obtain my contacts. I didn't have any special kind of feelings, it was mutal and she was like a younger sister to me. That didn't stop her from liking me for over a year, we kept in contact and went out sometimes. Then one day I begin to develop feelings for her and we ended up in a relationship. It lasted a month or 2, I got her pregnant. I was a jerk, I didn't believe it was mine and I had the nerve to question her about it. I had my reasons for doing that nevertheless. She ended up aborting it. Afew years later, seeing her again made me wonder what could have been, I could have been married with a kid now. Everytime I see her I felt a sense of guilt even though we are still friends now.
We met each other online, chatted quite regulary and went out once. Honey lemon reminds me of her. I once spent an entire night reading through her entire old blog entries of words, nothing but words and more words just to get to know her better. I liked her, I believe she does too. Somehow, there's a problem with me which I feel would make me inferior to her. I couldn't let her know what was the problem. Hence I began to be cold towards her. It took her a long time to believe in love again, I was the reason yet I was the one who destroyed her hope. She was defnitely my type, everything I wanted in a girl. But I let it slipped off my grip just because I lacked confidence.
She was the most memorable thing about O'levels. We studied online together, chatted every night back then in the old IRC. We've already met before and there was this chemical attraction between us. We both knew we liked each other and even planned to get together after the exams. For all I know, another option opened up. I still don't understand to this day why did I choose that option over her. It was the day after the e-Maths paper, she found out. She was very upset, her last words to me were: "I never want to see u again, why must u do this to me". The wounds may have healed, we may still keep in touch but once again I threw away another beautiful gift that god presented to me.
I dont know if she likes me, she's always been the type who kept alot to herself. Many times I wanted to tell her about my feelings, but each time I lack the courage to do so. I was afraid of rejection, being in an awkward position. My intiution told me that there was certainly something she felt about me but I choose not to believe in it. Hence we went out as often and normal but one day, she got attached. A part of me seem to have died that day I don't know why. 2 years later, we contact back again. We chatted about the old times and realized that during that period of time, she indeed like me alot and just like me, she didn't dare to reveal her feelings to me afraid that I didn't like her. That conversation was so emotional.
There are others, but these are the 4 most memorable ones and of course retreiving those memories left a smile on my face. I choose to see the beautiful memories u see. Life is a choice and I choose for it to be beautiful.
I don't really like writing such a private part of my life but I'm afraid as I age on, the images may erase off by itself from my mind. Images of the ones who could have been, images of those so near yet so far. I've never had a shortage of suitors but I've always had a problem making my choice. Before I gave up on relationships and girls for the foreseeable future, girls were always like taxis. When I want to hire a cab, there is none in sight or all busy/on-call but when I don't need one, they come in dozens. That has always been the story of my love life. There are afew worth mentioning, these are the ones which left me with alot of "what ifs" and "what could have been".
I caught her attention at 1st sight, and sought my classmates to obtain my contacts. I didn't have any special kind of feelings, it was mutal and she was like a younger sister to me. That didn't stop her from liking me for over a year, we kept in contact and went out sometimes. Then one day I begin to develop feelings for her and we ended up in a relationship. It lasted a month or 2, I got her pregnant. I was a jerk, I didn't believe it was mine and I had the nerve to question her about it. I had my reasons for doing that nevertheless. She ended up aborting it. Afew years later, seeing her again made me wonder what could have been, I could have been married with a kid now. Everytime I see her I felt a sense of guilt even though we are still friends now.
We met each other online, chatted quite regulary and went out once. Honey lemon reminds me of her. I once spent an entire night reading through her entire old blog entries of words, nothing but words and more words just to get to know her better. I liked her, I believe she does too. Somehow, there's a problem with me which I feel would make me inferior to her. I couldn't let her know what was the problem. Hence I began to be cold towards her. It took her a long time to believe in love again, I was the reason yet I was the one who destroyed her hope. She was defnitely my type, everything I wanted in a girl. But I let it slipped off my grip just because I lacked confidence.
She was the most memorable thing about O'levels. We studied online together, chatted every night back then in the old IRC. We've already met before and there was this chemical attraction between us. We both knew we liked each other and even planned to get together after the exams. For all I know, another option opened up. I still don't understand to this day why did I choose that option over her. It was the day after the e-Maths paper, she found out. She was very upset, her last words to me were: "I never want to see u again, why must u do this to me". The wounds may have healed, we may still keep in touch but once again I threw away another beautiful gift that god presented to me.
I dont know if she likes me, she's always been the type who kept alot to herself. Many times I wanted to tell her about my feelings, but each time I lack the courage to do so. I was afraid of rejection, being in an awkward position. My intiution told me that there was certainly something she felt about me but I choose not to believe in it. Hence we went out as often and normal but one day, she got attached. A part of me seem to have died that day I don't know why. 2 years later, we contact back again. We chatted about the old times and realized that during that period of time, she indeed like me alot and just like me, she didn't dare to reveal her feelings to me afraid that I didn't like her. That conversation was so emotional.
There are others, but these are the 4 most memorable ones and of course retreiving those memories left a smile on my face. I choose to see the beautiful memories u see. Life is a choice and I choose for it to be beautiful.
posted by mango at 8:17 PM
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Sunday, May 27, 2007
Off I go into the sunset
It's been a fairly busy week that's coming to an end. I thought after poly I'd be done with those assignments that involves programming and flash, neither did I know I'd end up having one during NS. Issit a case of being unlucky or issit a case of being "the lowest rank" having to do everything? I can't say for sure but I was asked if I can do a flash animation video presentation for the changing of commanding officers parade cenemory. The word flash already makes me go jelly in the legs. I've never been good at it, and so I wanted to say no to the request. It's so troublesome afterall, and I've forgotten so many of the stuffs I learnt in school I dread having to go through those thick books and previous programming codes all over again. But then I thought, why not? I could gain more experience, knowledge and could put them all to good use when I design my new website. Also, it's my chance to show certain ppl there that I've got more capabilities than they think I've got. So I changed my mind, I agreed to it. For sure it's gonna be very troublesome but I don't mind so long I can learn new stuffs. So I'm off to the library for the weekends to gather info and work on it. The bad thing is I have to do the whole thing in office and can't bring anything to and from camp because of the stupid strict security rules.
We are the triple M
I'm finished with parties and possibly nightlife, my final party cum yvonne's birthday was great. I enjoyed myself for 1 last time and now I'm gone for good, from whosgoing, from parties, from everybody. How does it feels giving up things that u've always love doing? It's not nice but surprisingly I feel great and happy about it. I can now concentrate on myself fully.
Clearing my desk today, I chances upon a whole load of receipts of bills from clubbing and nightlife throughout the 1 year or so and realized how much money I've wasted. It's always like that, I never feel anything when I hand my cards over to the cashier or waiter but its always when I look at the receipts when I got home do I feel the heartache. I could have better use for those money I spent.
Hey where nobody looking here!
We are getting married!
Chao gays darren & alvin
Auntie von and her beau
My lil sassy sister
It's been a fairly busy week that's coming to an end. I thought after poly I'd be done with those assignments that involves programming and flash, neither did I know I'd end up having one during NS. Issit a case of being unlucky or issit a case of being "the lowest rank" having to do everything? I can't say for sure but I was asked if I can do a flash animation video presentation for the changing of commanding officers parade cenemory. The word flash already makes me go jelly in the legs. I've never been good at it, and so I wanted to say no to the request. It's so troublesome afterall, and I've forgotten so many of the stuffs I learnt in school I dread having to go through those thick books and previous programming codes all over again. But then I thought, why not? I could gain more experience, knowledge and could put them all to good use when I design my new website. Also, it's my chance to show certain ppl there that I've got more capabilities than they think I've got. So I changed my mind, I agreed to it. For sure it's gonna be very troublesome but I don't mind so long I can learn new stuffs. So I'm off to the library for the weekends to gather info and work on it. The bad thing is I have to do the whole thing in office and can't bring anything to and from camp because of the stupid strict security rules.
We are the triple M
I'm finished with parties and possibly nightlife, my final party cum yvonne's birthday was great. I enjoyed myself for 1 last time and now I'm gone for good, from whosgoing, from parties, from everybody. How does it feels giving up things that u've always love doing? It's not nice but surprisingly I feel great and happy about it. I can now concentrate on myself fully.
Clearing my desk today, I chances upon a whole load of receipts of bills from clubbing and nightlife throughout the 1 year or so and realized how much money I've wasted. It's always like that, I never feel anything when I hand my cards over to the cashier or waiter but its always when I look at the receipts when I got home do I feel the heartache. I could have better use for those money I spent.
Hey where nobody looking here!
We are getting married!
Chao gays darren & alvin
Auntie von and her beau
My lil sassy sister
posted by mango at 2:24 AM
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Thursday, May 24, 2007
It's hard to describe
Two years ago we were 3-0 down and everything seem a hopeless clause. As upset and distress as I felt, I didn't shed a single tear. Maybe back then I didn't had time to shed one. I had to comfort others' with a weaker heart than mine. But this morning, against the same opposition, we went down 2-0 and it was hard to understand why but the tears started flowing out from that moment on. When Dirk Kuyt pulled a goal back in the last few mins, the tears couldn't be contained any longer. They flowed out and I weeped like a wimp. Football have caused me to be on the verge of tears, football have caused my heart to suffer heart wrecking moments, but football have never made me cry. This morning it did.
It's hard to describe the emotions I felt during those moments. This loss feels so painful, so heart breaking, it's almost like a funeral. I don't have the mood for anything now, I wished I had cleared 1 full day of leave instead of half and now I have to go back for half day's duty. I feel for the many thousands of Liverpool fans who made the trip to Athens, I feel for those who paid thousands of pounds just to watch the game, and don't even mention the millions of us who watched this heart shattering game on tv. I feel so down, this was a final we didn't deserve to lose and everything I'm feeling now was a complete opposite of what I felt in 2005.
It couldn't get any worse, we've all got to pick ourselves up and move on but it's not easy at all.
Two years ago we were 3-0 down and everything seem a hopeless clause. As upset and distress as I felt, I didn't shed a single tear. Maybe back then I didn't had time to shed one. I had to comfort others' with a weaker heart than mine. But this morning, against the same opposition, we went down 2-0 and it was hard to understand why but the tears started flowing out from that moment on. When Dirk Kuyt pulled a goal back in the last few mins, the tears couldn't be contained any longer. They flowed out and I weeped like a wimp. Football have caused me to be on the verge of tears, football have caused my heart to suffer heart wrecking moments, but football have never made me cry. This morning it did.
It's hard to describe the emotions I felt during those moments. This loss feels so painful, so heart breaking, it's almost like a funeral. I don't have the mood for anything now, I wished I had cleared 1 full day of leave instead of half and now I have to go back for half day's duty. I feel for the many thousands of Liverpool fans who made the trip to Athens, I feel for those who paid thousands of pounds just to watch the game, and don't even mention the millions of us who watched this heart shattering game on tv. I feel so down, this was a final we didn't deserve to lose and everything I'm feeling now was a complete opposite of what I felt in 2005.
It couldn't get any worse, we've all got to pick ourselves up and move on but it's not easy at all.
posted by mango at 6:23 AM
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Saturday, May 19, 2007
Destiny in my palms
What do I really want? I struggle to answer myself everytime I ask myself this question. Logically of course I want to be successful, I want happiness, more money, the list goes on and on. That simple question have suddenly become all to vauge u see, I've got no specific idea of those 'wants', and even little idea of how to acheive them specifically in my life. I've realized that all these 'wants' are just states that I created in my mind.
Some people would think they want happiness and that in the form of money but when they have all the money in the world, they are still not entirely happy. Why? Because if u cannot learn to be happy now, u will never be happy. Happiness is a state of mind.
Knowing excatly what I want is so wonderful and mind blowing it allows me to focus on excatly what is needed to get to where i want to be. We humans are like the computer actually, if u dont give a specific instruction to the computer it wouldn't be able to execute the command.
Now that I've set myself tactically and specifically on the road to acheiving things I want, I know I wouldn't fall into someone else's plans. This is a harsh reality in life, if u have no plans u fall into someone else's plans. If u follow what others do u will get what others get as well. Life is like a river with alot of different streams and tributaries and I'm able to say I row my own boat, I decide which stream I want to take and not allow my uncertainities to be drifted along randomly by the river. I will be drifting aimlessly if I do not have a clear idea of where I'm going.
I believe in my own destiny lying in my own palms. I believe in scarificing whatever comfort zones I'm living in to reach there. Nothing's gonna stop me, not a night of making merry and definitely not the inevitable fear of failure that exists in every human's mindsets.
What do I really want? I struggle to answer myself everytime I ask myself this question. Logically of course I want to be successful, I want happiness, more money, the list goes on and on. That simple question have suddenly become all to vauge u see, I've got no specific idea of those 'wants', and even little idea of how to acheive them specifically in my life. I've realized that all these 'wants' are just states that I created in my mind.
Some people would think they want happiness and that in the form of money but when they have all the money in the world, they are still not entirely happy. Why? Because if u cannot learn to be happy now, u will never be happy. Happiness is a state of mind.
Knowing excatly what I want is so wonderful and mind blowing it allows me to focus on excatly what is needed to get to where i want to be. We humans are like the computer actually, if u dont give a specific instruction to the computer it wouldn't be able to execute the command.
Now that I've set myself tactically and specifically on the road to acheiving things I want, I know I wouldn't fall into someone else's plans. This is a harsh reality in life, if u have no plans u fall into someone else's plans. If u follow what others do u will get what others get as well. Life is like a river with alot of different streams and tributaries and I'm able to say I row my own boat, I decide which stream I want to take and not allow my uncertainities to be drifted along randomly by the river. I will be drifting aimlessly if I do not have a clear idea of where I'm going.
I believe in my own destiny lying in my own palms. I believe in scarificing whatever comfort zones I'm living in to reach there. Nothing's gonna stop me, not a night of making merry and definitely not the inevitable fear of failure that exists in every human's mindsets.
posted by mango at 12:37 AM
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Sunday, May 13, 2007
Selfish Syndrome
In the movie "28 weeks later", it was a virus known as the rage virus that turned humans into zombies filled with rage. If that was the rage virus, then what I've inflict upon myself can be known as the selfish syndrome. On the road to glory, I will leave no stones unturned and show no compassion to anyone - yes anyone and everyone. I concluded that if I want to reach my target successfuly in the shortest possible time, alot sacrifices will have to be made. There is simply no time and space for abit of everything. Maybe just a bit. I used to think that if I plan my schedule well I will always have a time for everything but in this case there isn't any.
Nothing is more important than myself, myself and myself. I'm all about myself, I live for that. I thought of 'disappearing' for this foreseeable period of time from everyone and everything. A second contemplation brought upon me that its not possible to shut out everything, everyone and just vanish into thin air. But I could do with having less interactions, contacts and keeping my profile as low as possible. I don't like being low profile to be honest, I've always enjoyed being in the limelight, be it for the right or wrong reasons. I like attention, so this is also a form of sacrifice to me.
Humans, u know they are superficial and extremely plastic. There are a jungle full of the and it's not possible to realize who they actually are. Being nice to someone runs the risk of being taken advantage of. The most beautiful vase is sometimes the most flawed one.
In the movie "28 weeks later", it was a virus known as the rage virus that turned humans into zombies filled with rage. If that was the rage virus, then what I've inflict upon myself can be known as the selfish syndrome. On the road to glory, I will leave no stones unturned and show no compassion to anyone - yes anyone and everyone. I concluded that if I want to reach my target successfuly in the shortest possible time, alot sacrifices will have to be made. There is simply no time and space for abit of everything. Maybe just a bit. I used to think that if I plan my schedule well I will always have a time for everything but in this case there isn't any.
Nothing is more important than myself, myself and myself. I'm all about myself, I live for that. I thought of 'disappearing' for this foreseeable period of time from everyone and everything. A second contemplation brought upon me that its not possible to shut out everything, everyone and just vanish into thin air. But I could do with having less interactions, contacts and keeping my profile as low as possible. I don't like being low profile to be honest, I've always enjoyed being in the limelight, be it for the right or wrong reasons. I like attention, so this is also a form of sacrifice to me.
Humans, u know they are superficial and extremely plastic. There are a jungle full of the and it's not possible to realize who they actually are. Being nice to someone runs the risk of being taken advantage of. The most beautiful vase is sometimes the most flawed one.
posted by mango at 7:35 PM
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Monday, May 07, 2007
Intolerant
What the hell is wrong with reservist ns-men I wonder? They all seem to have a freaking serious problem with their body odour. Out of 3 reservist ns-men who camp to my unit, 2 of them smelt horribly disgusting. And these weren't even kids or teenagers. These were grown up men in their late 20s or early 30s. Surely they know what is basic courtesy?
The lastest fella is giving my nose all sorts of discomfort the whole day! Thank godness I don't work in the same office as him. I might need to wear an oxgen mask just to survive u know.
I've got a pretty sensitive nose but even without it, I just can't stand body odour, especially those god know what issit smell. It can totally drive me insane. Do these people not understand what the fuck is a deodorant or rexona? Damn, its not like u're being asked to spray perfume all over urself. Just a simple roll on around those fucking smelly arm pits. It takes less than 10 seconds to apply it. Nobody is borned smelling great but the least u could do is bother about this image isn't it.
I can't help but curse within myself everytime I step into the bloody office and the scent of that fucking body odour is like all over the place. Feel like choking to death. I don't even need to see his face to know he's arrived for work, just the scent of it is enough to get me running for shelter. I'm gonna bring air refresheners and place it all over my desk tomorrow! I can't imagine how his gf (if he has one) won't mind such a smell. Her nose must be either screwed or she smells like that too.
The worst part is he thinks he smells great when the sight of him totally irritates me. Well I don't know if my other colleagues are aware of this, I'm not one who go around gossiping such stuffs but I sense they are trying to put up with it as well. Suddenly my office smells like a tiny disco crowded with black sweating bangalas! Air refresheners please!!!!!
What the hell is wrong with reservist ns-men I wonder? They all seem to have a freaking serious problem with their body odour. Out of 3 reservist ns-men who camp to my unit, 2 of them smelt horribly disgusting. And these weren't even kids or teenagers. These were grown up men in their late 20s or early 30s. Surely they know what is basic courtesy?
The lastest fella is giving my nose all sorts of discomfort the whole day! Thank godness I don't work in the same office as him. I might need to wear an oxgen mask just to survive u know.
I've got a pretty sensitive nose but even without it, I just can't stand body odour, especially those god know what issit smell. It can totally drive me insane. Do these people not understand what the fuck is a deodorant or rexona? Damn, its not like u're being asked to spray perfume all over urself. Just a simple roll on around those fucking smelly arm pits. It takes less than 10 seconds to apply it. Nobody is borned smelling great but the least u could do is bother about this image isn't it.
I can't help but curse within myself everytime I step into the bloody office and the scent of that fucking body odour is like all over the place. Feel like choking to death. I don't even need to see his face to know he's arrived for work, just the scent of it is enough to get me running for shelter. I'm gonna bring air refresheners and place it all over my desk tomorrow! I can't imagine how his gf (if he has one) won't mind such a smell. Her nose must be either screwed or she smells like that too.
The worst part is he thinks he smells great when the sight of him totally irritates me. Well I don't know if my other colleagues are aware of this, I'm not one who go around gossiping such stuffs but I sense they are trying to put up with it as well. Suddenly my office smells like a tiny disco crowded with black sweating bangalas! Air refresheners please!!!!!
posted by mango at 8:40 PM
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Sunday, May 06, 2007
Boring Life
The life of a typical working person can be so boring it seem. Wake up, eat, go to work. Come home, eat, go to bed. Hardly any life and unfortunately this is the kind of life I've been leading for the past week. You won't find me awake after 9pm and even on fridays and saturdays there isn't any nightlifes as well, unless u consider watching soccer at home a form of nightlife activity.
I'm not complaining though, I think it's good to lead a healthy lifestyle. I realized the years of nightlife I've been having is not doing me any good, especially my eyes. This wednesday I'd be visiting the dentist and start my journey to having metal teeth, braces I mean. It's so funny when I think of how much I wanna visit the dentist and have my teeth sort out when in the past I used to hate dentists so much. I recall in primary school days I must have ran away everytime my name is called up to visit the dentist. I just hate the uncomfortable feeling and the pain that I have to take. And now I'm dying to visit the dentist! How funny!
I think my life is so damn fucking boring these days that I have virtually nothing to blog or write about. Maybe until I complete the revamping of my whole site, until then I guess the entries are gonna be few. So sorry for all those who visit my blog regulary, appreciate it each time u click my blog but guess u guys have to put up with these boring and lame entries for now =D
The life of a typical working person can be so boring it seem. Wake up, eat, go to work. Come home, eat, go to bed. Hardly any life and unfortunately this is the kind of life I've been leading for the past week. You won't find me awake after 9pm and even on fridays and saturdays there isn't any nightlifes as well, unless u consider watching soccer at home a form of nightlife activity.
I'm not complaining though, I think it's good to lead a healthy lifestyle. I realized the years of nightlife I've been having is not doing me any good, especially my eyes. This wednesday I'd be visiting the dentist and start my journey to having metal teeth, braces I mean. It's so funny when I think of how much I wanna visit the dentist and have my teeth sort out when in the past I used to hate dentists so much. I recall in primary school days I must have ran away everytime my name is called up to visit the dentist. I just hate the uncomfortable feeling and the pain that I have to take. And now I'm dying to visit the dentist! How funny!
I think my life is so damn fucking boring these days that I have virtually nothing to blog or write about. Maybe until I complete the revamping of my whole site, until then I guess the entries are gonna be few. So sorry for all those who visit my blog regulary, appreciate it each time u click my blog but guess u guys have to put up with these boring and lame entries for now =D
posted by mango at 8:31 PM
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Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Athens here we come!
What a majestic night, I almost choked on my milk and died of anxiety. My beloved Liverpool so famously dumped out the blueshite chelsea in the champions league semi final once again. The whole game was so nerve jangling that alcohol aside, I could only think of drinking milk to calm me down. I didn't realized I had drank almost 2 litres of milk until the end of the whole game when I checked my fridge. Had diaheora of course but its all worth it because we are going to Athens! Number 6 is coming home!!
This kind of match is really very bad for the heart, u could died of over excitement or anxiety especially during that penalty shoot out. As usual I was sweating and panting all over screaming like a crazy fella. This victory is so sweet and the sight of those blue shite bastards crying on the field at the end of the game is simply icing on the cake! I'm gonna wear my Liverpool jersey with my No.5 (Agger) to camp later on. How sweet its gonna be! I'm smiling non stop like I've struck lottery!
What a majestic night, I almost choked on my milk and died of anxiety. My beloved Liverpool so famously dumped out the blueshite chelsea in the champions league semi final once again. The whole game was so nerve jangling that alcohol aside, I could only think of drinking milk to calm me down. I didn't realized I had drank almost 2 litres of milk until the end of the whole game when I checked my fridge. Had diaheora of course but its all worth it because we are going to Athens! Number 6 is coming home!!
This kind of match is really very bad for the heart, u could died of over excitement or anxiety especially during that penalty shoot out. As usual I was sweating and panting all over screaming like a crazy fella. This victory is so sweet and the sight of those blue shite bastards crying on the field at the end of the game is simply icing on the cake! I'm gonna wear my Liverpool jersey with my No.5 (Agger) to camp later on. How sweet its gonna be! I'm smiling non stop like I've struck lottery!
posted by mango at 7:10 AM
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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Unsatisfied
I spent the past 1 week going through the motions of my life. I realized I've all but given up on love altogether. I no longer feel any urges to be in love and I no longer feel excited at the prospect of being in love. This is not just a temporaily or passing feeling. It's true, I've totally lost faith in it. It will take someone very special in future to regenerate me, to make me believe once again. I can say I feel so much happier without love all because of one reason - myself.
I won't say it's true and applies to everyone but reality is all about good looks, hard cash, credit cards, membership cards, fast cars, top jobs and big houses.
Having thought real hard for the past week, I'm clear all I want now is to up my own price tag, loving myself more than anything else even if I've to make selfish decisions. I'm hell bent on turning myself into someone different. I realized how fucking ugly I look, how unqualified a bachelor I am, how much I lack when it comes to material issues.
Images of myself....
Recent picture @ MoS
I've decided I'm going to change my physical appearance, I hate it everytime I look at my pictures and feel so unsatisfied with every of them. I'm not good looking enough, I wanna be even better looking. It's not that I think if I'm better looking girls will instantly come or something, rather its about the feeling good factor, loving myself.
Starting from braces and my eye surgery, I'm going to change my appearance. I may sound sad and sound even crazy to do such a thing. It may seem freakish but who cares, at the end of the day the one feeling happy and sad is me, nobody else but myself so if I feel this is good for me, why not?
I feel so much happier each day I spent thinking how I'm going to improve myself. Happy's the word, there's no subsitute for it. It's going to take at least 2 years and lots of pain, blood and scarifices but I'm all prepared, mentally and physically.
I spent the past 1 week going through the motions of my life. I realized I've all but given up on love altogether. I no longer feel any urges to be in love and I no longer feel excited at the prospect of being in love. This is not just a temporaily or passing feeling. It's true, I've totally lost faith in it. It will take someone very special in future to regenerate me, to make me believe once again. I can say I feel so much happier without love all because of one reason - myself.
I won't say it's true and applies to everyone but reality is all about good looks, hard cash, credit cards, membership cards, fast cars, top jobs and big houses.
Having thought real hard for the past week, I'm clear all I want now is to up my own price tag, loving myself more than anything else even if I've to make selfish decisions. I'm hell bent on turning myself into someone different. I realized how fucking ugly I look, how unqualified a bachelor I am, how much I lack when it comes to material issues.
Images of myself....
Recent picture @ MoS
I've decided I'm going to change my physical appearance, I hate it everytime I look at my pictures and feel so unsatisfied with every of them. I'm not good looking enough, I wanna be even better looking. It's not that I think if I'm better looking girls will instantly come or something, rather its about the feeling good factor, loving myself.
Starting from braces and my eye surgery, I'm going to change my appearance. I may sound sad and sound even crazy to do such a thing. It may seem freakish but who cares, at the end of the day the one feeling happy and sad is me, nobody else but myself so if I feel this is good for me, why not?
I feel so much happier each day I spent thinking how I'm going to improve myself. Happy's the word, there's no subsitute for it. It's going to take at least 2 years and lots of pain, blood and scarifices but I'm all prepared, mentally and physically.
posted by mango at 6:56 PM
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