Thought for the day

Froggy Mag

11th March 2006 marked the birth of a new magazine. The magazine that all Singaporeans and frogs should not miss.
















On this very 1st edition, we challenge all readers to play a very exciting game of spot the difference between the fake copy (on top) and the authentic one (below). There are 2 differences altogether.















Just in case you can't get the answers, we'll be generous (since it's our very first edition) and give you the answer anyway.

1. "OS" on the top left corner has been changed to "IS". This is sooooo obvious.

2. "It's frog" on the top right corner has been changed to "It's free". The words are pretty small, so this may prove to be a challenge.


Most probably by this time, you're wondering why call the magazine "OS" and labelled with a "it's frog". This has everything to do with its founder. Introducing..... ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention..... drumroll please..... Mr. Onion Sua!











Mr. Sua having a drink to celebrate the very 1st publication.



As you can easily tell, O.S stands for our big boss' name. Before Mr. Sua joined the ranks of the working class, he was known simply as Mr. Sua. Upon graduation, he realised that not having an English name was to his disadvantage as most tend to remember English names more easily.

In order to establish himself, Mr. Sua thought very hard of a name for himself. He thought about it for several nights.

"Think... think... think... come on.......... Eureka! I shall call myself Garek!"

Pleased with himself, Garek went around telling his friends,

"From now on, I shall be known as Garek Sua."

His friends went, "Huh? Why call yourself Garlic?"

"No, not garlic you idiots. Garek!"

"We heard you the first time. If you wish to be called Garlic, so be it. Big deal."

"Argh! I give up! I shall think of another name."

"If you don't want to be Garlic, then what do you want to be? Onion?"

And thus the name Onion Sua was stuck.


As for answering the latter part of the question, Mr. O.S is actually a frog. Look carefully at the photo below if you can't figure out why.










Mr. O.S looking extremely pleased with the very first print in his hands.



Our very first cover issue "finding your frog" talks about finding your frog. To find out more, get yourself a copy and read it. It's free. I mean frog.

Coincidentally, 11th March is also the birthday of Mr. O.S. Naturally, this calls for a celebration.









The peach, a symbol of longevity for Chinese, given to Mr. O.S by his friends.



Little did he know that the peach was stolen from the adjacent table, and a very angry patron was storming around in search of his missing dessert...
(hover your mouse over the picture below)









Ok, end of story. Well, what are you waiting for? Go get your copy of the O.S magazine now!

“死人”脸

I swapped handphone batteries back with my brother last night, because he had to go out the day before and his battery was almost flat. Normally, the date and time settings of the phone would not be affected if the battery leaves its compartment for only a few seconds. If it was affected at all, the date and time would be reset and nothing would appear.

After replacing my own battery, I noted that the time and date was showing and didn't pay further attention to it. While the date remained the same, the time on my phone actually jumped forward during the transition.

When the alarm sounded, I switched it off and dozed for another half an hour, before getting up to rush through the morning routine. Halfway through the rush, I noticed, despite my half-dazed state, that the sky was unusually dark. Normally, dawn would be breaking while I washed up.

A close look at my wall clock made me realised I was


1 WHOLE HOUR EARLY,



and if I didn't delay my going out for work, the

OFFICE WOULD NOT YET BE OPEN.




Of all the stupid things to happen to me...











This is how I look like now:

D is for DOTA

That's the movie I caught with HCl and gang yesterday.

Huh? I got the title wrong?

Oh ooops...it's called "V for Vendetta".

I went to the show without having any idea what vendetta means, except from this:

Vendetta (V)
The Nerubian Assassin turns invisible for a short period of time, and can
break his invisibility with an incredibly damaging attack.Lasts 20 seconds.
Level 1 - Deals 225 backstab damage.
Level 2 - Deals 375 backstab
damage.
Level 3 - Deals 525 backstab damage.

Adapted from DotaPortal.Com


But the meaning depcited in the movie is different of course.

A feud between two families or clans that arises out of a slaying and is perpetuated by retaliatory acts of revenge; a blood feud.

Adapted from dictionary.com


A show that is rather profound and uses very profound language, it introduces the profound impacts of politics on the media and its citizens.

Simply put, it's very profound. However I still find it worth watching. The whole idea behind it somewhat intrigues me.

No Mel's Land

For the 2nd time in a row at Bugis Junction, I was approached by Prudential's female financial consultant (or whatever they are called), using the exact same pick up line and follow up. They start with a "Sorry I just need to do a very short survey", then suddenly remark "Hey, your birthday falls on the same date as mine! I'm not kidding you!" when you told them your birthday, and so on.

At least now I know Prudential gives the same training to all of their staff.

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to give them my time, when they're all wasted on the semi-truth (semi because they're not lying outright). I should remind myself not to stop for anything at all whenever I see a signboard showing a red outlined face.

Appraisal report

To the Mechanical Engineer graduates '05 of NUS, this title should ring a bell. If not, the term "pipe-crawler" should.

During this time of the year, every staff in my company has to do appraisals (for self and for peers), and of course, it affects everyone's pay. However, I think all the politics in my company is PEANUTS (if I may use such an adjective) as compared to the 'mind games' my design project group members were playing with one another more than a year back.

Yup, doing this report now doesn't stress me as much as it did before.

Inline skating

Inline skates are gradually being dug out more and more often after lying hidden in Singapore's storeroom of unwanted junk for several years. More and more of my friends and colleagues are (or have expressed the interest to learn) skating on most weekends.

Skating is a good way to spend a weekend together. The only problem, with me, is that I can't skate due to an old knee injury. It's a permanent injury that dashed my hopes of playing soccer, basketball and other forms of exercises that are rather strenuous on the knees for life. That is unless I go for an operation to do something about my partially torn ligament.

As much as I love sports, however, I'm not going for that operation because I don't belong to some national team, and I'm also not feeling rich presently - I can live with the limited activities I'm still able to carry out such as cycling and swimming.

I've got to admit though, it feels horrible when a whole group of people wants to go skating and I'm not able to join in the fun. You can sugges that I go cycling while others skate, but I feel that the 2 just don't go together. This is especially when there are beginners going along to learn, and they are unable to move about (let alone move at a fast pace) and I'm sticking around more for safety reasons than anything else.

I really hate that feeling. I thought it has disappeared for good when my friends stopped asking me if I wanted to join in their soccer sessions (and still it took 1 whole year to numb my senses whenever I see someone playing soccer). The feeling of wanting to enjoy a sport but not able to, and having to constantly reject and explain to people when they invite me along. It had to return to me now.

Suddenly not so inclined to go to East Coast Park any more...

Bobo clicker

Whenever I lack sufficient sleep (by 4 hours and more) and I have to deal with MS office applications, or any other software that allows printing to be done, there would be incidents whereby I wanted to click on one of the icons in my taskbar but misjudge and click on the "print" icon instead.





Today, I accidentally clicked on that accursed button twice while I was doing my powerpoint presentation slides, which consists of about 20 slides at that point of time, and the printer happily churned out my printouts at 1 slide per page!!!


Imagine the wastage...

Now I've learnt my lesson and hid the button away. Hopefully my fingers don't press "Ctrl+P" by accident or there'll be this moutain of useless printouts at my desk by the end of the day.

If only MS office is programmed to prompt the user with a "yes or no" after the icon has been clicked on. Blast the stupid icon.

No mood to blog

Thought I'd try to be funny and put in a very paradoxical title - if I'm not in the mood to blog, then what am I doing logging into Blogger and typing out all these?

But then again, I've not been in the mood to do anything for the past few days. Just want to stay at home and rot away to oblivion. It's just another of those days.

Last night, some of my relatives came over from Malaysia to my place to stay, and I had to share my room with my uncle. He snored so much that I hardly slept at all - zombie at work (or at blog?), and zombie playing badminton later with my colleagues after work.

Zombie signing off.