of fatigue.

Yawn. Damn but am I tired.

Been sitting at the PC the entire night handling customer calls, trying to log sequence of events blah blah due to some stupid latency issue, brrr. (Picture customers screaming politely on email “Why is my connection LAGGING!” I would’ve told ’em to shove it but hey, I’m in customer service man.) No peaceful night for me, but at least my colleague was around to do all the other menial stuff.

I’d woken up earlier yesterday to process a bank draft for upcoming school fees, and I can’t sleep right after work later ‘cus I’ve a dental appointment in the morning.

Kinda lacking in sleep.. tired tired tired tired tired but nooooo, can’t surrender just yet. Still gotta wakeup earlier later for my Friday jog, and yeah I’m working again later tonight, not to mention tomorrow night.

.. wonder if I’ll die younger from all these constant abuse I’m doing to my body. Hopefully before 50 years of age, like what I expect ;p

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The English Test

I just took this English Test, and am I surprised!

English Genius
You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 100% Expert!
You did so extremely well, even I can’t find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don’t. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you’re not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!

Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!

For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.

No, I did not cheat. I merely guessed (about 4 out of 40 questions) my way through. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s a blessing in disguise that I was forced by my brother to read his collection of David Eddings’ books in the past. My english would have been a fair C5/C6 if it wasn’t for the persistant efforts he made. Thanks bro 🙂

And besides, this is something (I should be) proud of having! Speaking of which, this reminds me of the bananas my brother(kein) told me a few days back.

What’s bananas, you ask? Well, this is stated according to kein’s Theory of Banana Classes in Singapore(I made that up).

According to the theory, Singaporeans can be split into 3 major categories, mainly:

1. First Class Banana
2. Second Class Banana
3. Third Class Banana

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First Class Banana

The group of Singaporeans who can speak/write perfect English. Even though their language is fluent, they do not possess any foreign accent that might label them as poseurs.

It is also noted that these people are also fluent in their Mother Tongue. However, there are some exceptions.

Example: Mr Lee Kuan Yew.

Second Class Banana

The group of locals who can speak/write proper English.

Well, at least a proper sentence.

It is often noted that such people have the ability to alternate their level of language between English and Singlish with the type of people they are interacting. Also, most are quite fluent in their Mother Tongue, though there are some exceptions.

Example: Most of our MPs.

Third Class Banana

The group of locals who can speak/write average English. It is noted that conversations are usually laden with Singlish, instead of English. However, these people would be stronger in other areas such as, Mathematics/Science/Arts/MT/etc.

And I’m pretty proud to say, this is the group of people who represent who we really are inside 🙂

MAHJULAH SINGAPURA!

(kein: now that I think back.. did I really spout all that crap about the bananas and the MM, MPs etc thingy? Damn.)

of basketball.

Was playing basketball at NZ’s place yesterday evening, and I was reminded once again of how incredibly dumb some people (i.e. mostly stupid kids) could be. It was a sortof winner-gets-to-play-on system in groups of 3, and like everything else in life, the good and bad were evened out. I had this guy in my team who was fairly acceptable, and one other moron who literally left me speechless.

Just like another other team sports, bball is more about getting the ball to the free man most of the time. This stupid kid would only do two things whenever he got the ball:

1. Release a disappointing three pointer which would invariably miss.
2. Try to pass the ball to the other guy, who would almost always be guarded.
3. Pass the ball to me, since I was unmarked and ready to do whatever.

Notice that I struck out the third option; I did say two things, remember? 🙂 We were on a winning edge the first few matches, so I didn’t really say much. As the games continued, I gradually noticed that he would only do either A or B, and I was thinking “tmd, cannot be this kid so stupid right, don’t even know how to play bball properly.” So I ended up testing it over and over again during the games.. and man was I right.. he was an idiot who would only mumble “sorry” when his three pointers didn’t score (which was about 100% of the time.)

.. all that went through my head was “sorry for fcuk?!Walao eh, if you’ve the guts to apologise then do something about it la, instead of apologising and making the same stupid mistake again like two minutes later -.- Accept that your shooting sucks la, walao eh.

That aside, it was more or less a boring process of playing with kids the rest of the time. You don’t know how bad it can get when you’re teamed up with people who don’t know the meaning of co-operation, sigh. And I got some additional ‘decorations’ from the games; three bleeding scratches on the back of my left hand. The adrenaline shortcircuited the nerves though, and I only noticed them much later.

In consolation, we had a last game against some other Chinese nationals which wasn’t too bad anyway 🙂 The Chinese team were more or less outclassed against NZ, me and some other guy, quite a fun but quick game.

NZ was trying to teach some other guy how to get the ball properly in the paint while playing 2 on 2; the inner bball coach in him talking I guess 🙂 The poor fellow got worn out during that game though, trying to score and keep up with me. *scratches head* Sounds a little arrogant isn’t it? Hmm.. it’s just a matter of simple maths actually. I’ve been playing for almost nine years, and the other fellow’s prob not even hit two yet. Therefore conclusion = outclassed again.. too bad for him.

In retrospect, I haven’t even realised that I’d been playing that long. In comparison with NZ (who started playing the same time I did), I hadn’t had any formal team training at all. Prob that’s why he’s much better technically, and I’m still fumbling about finding ways to improve. It’s lucky we’re quite different in roles 🙂 He’s usually the de facto passer and shooter while I’m the one who tries to get the ball in, since my passing and dribbling aren’t up to par yet ;p

For me, basketball is exceptionally fun when you can move about with the reassurance that the ball will come when you call for it. Of course, gotta reciprocate that trust by getting the ball in, but I don’t always pull that one off so oops 🙂

Be it passing, defending or attacking, the element of challenge is always there.
Will my pass get through just in time for the teammate to score?
What will the opponent do next, and how should I guard him?
Given the situation now, what openings are there for me to attack?
Do I continue charging in, or pass the ball before I get bogged down by the defense?
A thinking game, and split-second decisions to be made; how absolutely thrilling 🙂

Enough of this, I can almost hear the snores of those non-bball fanatics ;p Save the hardcore raving for another night, grins.

of amusing pics :)

Let’s see if you found them as funny as I did 🙂


Will you attain spiritual enlightenment after eating this kind of egg? 🙂


Poor chap; that’s all I can say ;p


Incredible mahjong tile balancing skills, lol. There’s this nagging suspicion that the tiles were superglued together tho’ o.O

(dead links yet again)

half-time break.

Short break before I start on the blardy CCNA (otherwise known as Cisco Certified Networking Associate, for the uninformed) again, yawns. Just finished tekan session on the bod, time to tekan the mind later brr.. sibei jialat.

Main course for today, to the accompaniment of Jay’s Incomparable Concert DVD:
– 2 x 25 pushups (killer course)
– 2 x 25 bicep curls
– 2 x 30 tricep curls
– 2 x 25 crunches

Doesn’t seem like alot, but for an idler of a year or so, it’s definitely not easy going ;p

Trivial update: heard that we’ll be using new CPUs at the workplace today; Pentium-IV 3.0 GHz processors, 512MB SDRAM (assume it’s SDRAM la, can’t be RDRAM right?) and Windoze XP? Whistle, big big upgrade from the plodding old Windoze 98 terminals we’ve been using 🙂 Not bad, at least I’ll enjoy using my work terminal a ‘lil more grins.

More important note: Anyone interested in buying the Lara Croft: The Cradle of Life movie DVD and the first Lara Croft movie VCD? Just found out I’d gotten freebies yet again.. Z. I’d rather have free movie tickets than this. Oh well, time to offload ’em somewhere.

Was playing MSN Wheel of Fortune with PR and WK last night till about 5 a.m, and PR was saying “我以你为荣”. Trivial shit, but I didn’t know that having an English A1 in the long ago O’s was good enough to make my friends admit that yes kein was a friend of theirs, and they were proud of that fact ;p Fairly amusing to me anyways.

OK, enough inanities written; time to tak chek! End of boring post.

see, i told you i suck at art.

Did this at art.com before I knocked off work today. I’d finished another chapter of my CCNA for the night anyway, time to cool my heels and relax abit.. so.


Not easy to draw this with a fcuked up mouse y’know?

To see the entire painful enlightening process of how I completed my masterpiece, click here.

Wanna draw your own piece of crap work of art? Go here 🙂

Yawns, 30 minutes more!

of braces and whistling

I belatedly realised last night that I couldn’t whistle even if my life depended on it. So yeah, I wasn’t that great at whistling in the past but I could manage a decent sounding tune or two at least.

Did some thinking back.. and I came to the conclusion that my inability to whistle came right about.. when I started on my braces. Funny how straightening your teeth kills whistling -.-

Well, I didn’t really believe my theory at first, so I Googled my way through for fun.

Comment found at AtlanticBlog

Lucky I haven’t found anything else to support this weird theory; maybe it’s just that I suck at whistling 🙂