I just came up with a new way of judging how a toilet can be rated. It's like if you're blindfolded and led into this toilet, then your blindfold is released and you're only allowed to wander within the toilet, following which you have to guess the rating of the hotel (1 star, 2 stars, etc) in which the toilet belongs.

The method I thought of is to count the number of towels placed inside the toilet.

I got this stupid idea in my head ever since I went to my good buddy's house to use his toilet. I was so fascinated by the number of towels (and also the way in which they're arranged, plus the overall decor of the toilet) placed in each of his toilet, that I forgot myself until he shouted for me to hurry up.

My friend lives in a well-off family, so he's used to this 5-star-hotel-standard-kind-of-toilet. For me, I just can't stop myself from counting the number of towels he has (as well as the total number of body shower, facial wash, shampoo) inside.

This buddy of mine also has a dog. Its name is Roots. Or maybe it's spelled R-U-T-Z instead of R-O-O-T-S. Quite possible, considering that the dog is a female, and I do have a friend who likes to call herself Rutz.

Boy is she going to blow a fuse when she reads this.

I suddenly feel that I miss blabbering nonsense, like the entire chunk of words I typed before this sentence. Life seems to be getting more serious sometimes, with the increasing problems (or the increasing realisation of problems) that we face each day. It leaves everyone lethargic at the end of the day, somtimes to the extent that we don't even want to look for activities to brighten ourselves up. A vicious cycle.

Quarter life crisis is not a time in life when you suddenly get bombarded with a lot of problems, it's a point in life when you start to ponder about issues that you didn't want to look at earlier in life while you're still studying. When a lot of (negative) realisations start to dawn upon you, the result is a overwhelming headache.

I think what everyone needs now is a light hearted moment, so the following pictures should do the trick:






I told you not to pull my ears, didn't I?



You are too young for my spring chicken meal...




My new toilet bowl




Woo...high tide, don't block my way!




I am still sleepy, hmmm




Kungfu fighting....don't even try!




Hee hee hee... The new Titanic




My dear, let's celebrate my face-lift




Can't you just wait a bit?




I have to work very hard to feed a big family of 27




Didn't they know that I won't get any taller?




Oh God! Please take me with you! I can't afford losing the game




Is this child yours? It's definitely not mine!!!




Cutie bear on my feet...




Yummy!!!




Please papa, don't leave me behind!




Your heart is beating quite fast, sir...

I have moved! (A little earlier than expected)

Just moved into my new office yesterday afternoon, it's quite spacious considering that there's only a handful of us inside the whole place. It feels like a deep freezer too, now that there're less people per volume of space (less heat generation), can't survive without my jacket.

Not forgetting it's very quiet with less people around. Kind of reminds me of a library. Well, I'm not complaining, but this big space makes me think I'm in the middle of nowhere.

Lightning flashed, disrupting my line of thoughts. Thunder rumbled mildly, muffled by the air-tight glass windows. Training my eyes further at the view from my window, I could see that rain was already falling over the city area. More streaks of lightning ensued, each one looking as though they were striking some targets on the ground.

Dreary weather for writing dreary confirmation report. I have no idea where to begin at all.

A couple of minutes or so, the view outside the window became completely obscured, total opaque grayness. Just like my present state of mind.

Maybe it's a good time to go for tea break.

I hereby proclaim this land...MINE!

Friday mood on a Thursday

Yesterday, a new colleague who just came in on Monday asked if we could wear casually for today, since it's the last working day of the week. This policy does not apply to my company - casual wear is only meant for Fridays - which is different from her last company's practice.

Everyone in the office is more or less in a weekend-is-here-mood. Something which is quite rare for a Thursday, but not surprising considering that it's Good Friday tomorrow. Long weekend is a wonderful thing to have when you don't have work to rush.

How long would you wait?

You're waiting for a bus at the bus stop to get somewhere. 15 minutes later, the bus has yet to arrive, but you felt that you are not in a hurry and can afford to wait a little longer. 10 more minutes and the wait is still a fruitless one. At this point in time you begin to consider your choices:



1. Since I've already waited for the past 25 minutes, I might as well stay. The other alternative - the MRT - is 15 minutes walk away and not exactly near. A bus may arrive during that time and that would be a pity.

2. I've wasted enough time waiting at this bus stop and I'm not going to waste any more time here. Even if the MRT is a 15 minutes walk away, it sure beats staying on and not knowing when the bus would arrive. At least the MRT is a more reliable form of transport.



Which of the above choices best describes your decision?

Shifting

I'll be shifting office space soon, most likely at the start of May. Not moving out of the building but just across the corridor from my current office location. My boss had expanded the office space to the area across the corridor and some of my colleagues and I will have to move over.

The corridor is but 3 metres wide. The opaque glass walls (opaque because something was stuck onto them to make them look like frosted glass) are barely sound-proof. And yet all of us, people who are moving and otherwise, can already anticipate the feeling of 'separation'.

My company isn't a big one, with a total strength about 40, and that's what makes the people bond together. This bond will gradually change when we shift to the space that can't even be described as "far away". It's surprising how physical barriers make all the difference - people are not inclined to overstep them and interaction will reduce greatly as a result.

I believe I'm not mistaken by saying this on behalf of my colleagues: we miss one another already.

Movie Fest '06

28th March: Nanny Mcphee

1st April: My Girl and I

4th April: Ice Age 2




There was also a "V for Vendetta" which I forgot the exact date I had watched it (by the way, the 1st April show isn't an April Fool's joke).

Ok time for movie reviews.


V for Vendetta: must watch

Nanny McPhee: can watch

My Girl and I: don't watch

Ice Age 2: worth a watch



Have I ever mentioned that I've never gotten a better grade than C5 for my GP (both in secondary school and JC)?

Rather than talking about movies, I'd like to say that company does matter more than the movie itself. For example, My Girl and I is a typical Korean romance flick where a young couple who were deeply in love became separated eventually because the girl HAD to die.

Everyone knows this type of plot, but still enjoy watching it, especially when you're going with your other half, booked for yourselves the special seats and spend the screen time snuggling so closely together that you effectively take up only 1 seat's space when you've actually purchased 2.

Or when you're watching Ice Age 2 and the friends whom you watch with have exceptionally loud laughter (no offense taken), and add onto the hilarity in the atmosphere.

Before you get any funny ideas, I wasn't the one doing the snuggling thing. I witnessed someone else doing it.

Word of advice for movie-goers: choose your kakis more carefully than choosing your shows to watch.