I knew it! My gut feel was correct about my impending lottery big win! Blah to all the fortune tellers who said this year is not a good year for me in lucky money wins! Neh Ni Neh Ni Boo Boo. I won! I won the recent lottery. The prize money was a cool 1.7 million buckerooos! Ahhhhh I can smell the scent of my dollars and the look on the lottery counter lady’s face as I cash out my winnings. Every single piece of a whole sweet $20. Ten pieces if she gives me in $2 or two pieces if she gives me in tens. Whooyeah! Who’s your daddy now eh!
Alright so it’s not that big prize winner I was predicting myself to be. But hey $20 is still the start of the road to my big money, the elusive bucket of gold at the end of the rainbow. There’s still plenty of time to go before the year ends and this year 2009 is THE year that I am going to collect my riches. Thank you Singapore Pools, my favorite other uncle that’s not really my uncle but its like an uncle that gives you money for no reason other than you being good for the year. No wait I think that’s Santa Claus. You know what I mean right? Who cares what you think. I still have the whole of April to December to fulfill my dream. Let’s see who will be laughing then wise ass!
Ok so I didn’t win the latest lottery but this Wednesday it’s my turn to hold the cheque of 2.2 million. Yeah let me see you cry because you are missed out on the ‘to treat’ list for being a non believer. I will so win that! If not there’s still another 8 months to go. Stop laughing. Bugger off. I hate you all. Maybe I should just save my $20.
Monday, 30 March 2009
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
It's good to be awaken.
Frequently your heart rules your head and makes irrational decisions that usually comes back to haunt you. Even though the rational part of you, your brain, says you shouldn’t do something, the heart will accede and over rule what is best for you. Hence I guess it’s only right the heart is the one that gets hurt the most since it makes the dumbest call. Most of the time, the sentimental bit in you thinks there’s always a possibility of things working out between yourself and your other half when it didn’t go right the first time round. Especially when things are seemingly improving and the thought arises that maybe it didn’t get off the right footing the first time round. This is the heart talking here. The head will go ‘dude, if it didn’t work out the first time, it’s probably right.’ The heart will go ‘but she’s putting in more effort then ever before, more attention then ever, maybe she has decided that you are what she really miss.’ ‘I say give it another chance, you deserve it.’
This is the time when the hurt gets even more painful when you realized that the leopard never really changes its spots. It gets worse when you find out that all you believe in her are just lies that she pans out frequently to mask what she really is thinking and doing while you are unaware. Least she thinks you are. So I say, the lies you discover the second time around are the best because they finally awaken in you that your heart was the fool and the head is always right. They clear up all the mist that is preventing you from thinking clearly and while the heart has to smart from its second attack, time will eventually heal all pain.
It’s good to be awaken.
This is the time when the hurt gets even more painful when you realized that the leopard never really changes its spots. It gets worse when you find out that all you believe in her are just lies that she pans out frequently to mask what she really is thinking and doing while you are unaware. Least she thinks you are. So I say, the lies you discover the second time around are the best because they finally awaken in you that your heart was the fool and the head is always right. They clear up all the mist that is preventing you from thinking clearly and while the heart has to smart from its second attack, time will eventually heal all pain.
It’s good to be awaken.
Monday, 9 March 2009
In My Elements
So last Friday, my elements were all in place. There I was seated next to not one but two cute babes, in between them to be exact. One had short hair with nice big eyes, pouty lips and brooding look. I don’t know why she wore that look all the time but I am sure it wasn’t me that caused it. Maybe it’s her style. The other had this wet look with her hair, cheeky smile and very in your face type. They were just two extremes from each other. One just gives you the look and doesn’t talk much. The other just couldn't stop talking. She tells you stuff that you sometimes don’t really need to know but she’ll let you have it anyway. Every once a while she’ll give you a friendly jab in your ribs to let you know that she’s still around and I have not fallen asleep with her constant jabbering.
Alright, I’ll admit. My elements weren’t exactly that in place, more like all over the place. I was seated between my buddy’s two kids. The one who doesn’t talk much because she is just one and I think the only word she did utter the whole evening was an uurh. Maybe it was more of a wuurh. I couldn’t really make it out but I think she was trying to tell me to pick up the biscuit she dropped between her baby seat and her dress as she was pointing to it. Maybe she was saying dumbass because I couldn’t really understand her. The other one who is coming five was wearing a wet look because she just finished tearing down the lanes of East Coast Macdonald’s on her shinning red skate scooter with wheels that light up when in motion and matching shinning red safety helmet. She was in my face because she wants to clean her sticky hand filled with ketchup and fillet o’ fish mayo on my cheeks. Lucky for me I was much taller so she had to make do with my pants.
I have this sneaky feeling that every time my buddy arranges a hang out dinner thing, I’m asked to go because they needed a baby sitter. The kids’ entertainer so the parents can get to eat their dinner in peace while I do this peek a boo thing with them. I made a mistake once doing that and it became a repeated act over the next hour. I did the stunned look when one poked me with her tiny finger and it drew shrills of delighted laughter from them. I thought hey that’s not too difficult. Bad judgment call. I had to do that another hundred times over the next hour till my system literally went into shock from all the muscle cramp in my facial expression.
Next Friday I’m making sure I get real babes. Not real babes as in babes because they are really babes but babes as in ladies babes. Arrrrgh. I have to realign my elements.
Alright, I’ll admit. My elements weren’t exactly that in place, more like all over the place. I was seated between my buddy’s two kids. The one who doesn’t talk much because she is just one and I think the only word she did utter the whole evening was an uurh. Maybe it was more of a wuurh. I couldn’t really make it out but I think she was trying to tell me to pick up the biscuit she dropped between her baby seat and her dress as she was pointing to it. Maybe she was saying dumbass because I couldn’t really understand her. The other one who is coming five was wearing a wet look because she just finished tearing down the lanes of East Coast Macdonald’s on her shinning red skate scooter with wheels that light up when in motion and matching shinning red safety helmet. She was in my face because she wants to clean her sticky hand filled with ketchup and fillet o’ fish mayo on my cheeks. Lucky for me I was much taller so she had to make do with my pants.
I have this sneaky feeling that every time my buddy arranges a hang out dinner thing, I’m asked to go because they needed a baby sitter. The kids’ entertainer so the parents can get to eat their dinner in peace while I do this peek a boo thing with them. I made a mistake once doing that and it became a repeated act over the next hour. I did the stunned look when one poked me with her tiny finger and it drew shrills of delighted laughter from them. I thought hey that’s not too difficult. Bad judgment call. I had to do that another hundred times over the next hour till my system literally went into shock from all the muscle cramp in my facial expression.
Next Friday I’m making sure I get real babes. Not real babes as in babes because they are really babes but babes as in ladies babes. Arrrrgh. I have to realign my elements.
Monday, 2 March 2009
It's going to happen!
The winning prize to the local lottery was close to two million dollars the other week and there was only one lucky person who can lay claim to it. Well we do not really know if it’s just a person or twenty other co office workers who have shares to the same winning ticket. What lousy luck then, two million becoming one hundred thousand overnight. But of course it is still a pretty sum of money if you aren’t greedy like me.
So there I was comparing my ticket in hand against the winning numbers. The first winning number matched the first number on my ticket! Hey good start I thought. The second winning number matched the second number of my ticket too! Awesome! A bead of cold sweat came trickling down my forehead. My hands turned clammy. I realized that I could be that sole winner, the one on the road to riches!!! Woooooooo yeah baby! My eyes turned to the third winning number and that’s where it went downhill from there. Like a striker on route to scoring the winning last minute goal to clinch the World Cup and he trips and misses the gaping open goal. What an anti climax.
2009 started with a whimper for the world economy and everyone’s edgy with their rice bowl. But not me because I have this very strong feeling 2009 is going to be my year. The year I’m going to be rich! Rich! Rich! Rich! Woohahahahahahah.. chokes… cough…cough…cough. I need to work on my Dr. Evil laughter. I don’t know why it needs to be that type of laughter. Maybe it’s because money is the root of all evil? Anyway back to my riches story, well not yet but soon. Despite the negative write up on the year for my zodiac sign which states no luck in the lucky money department, I snorted at the report. Who are those experts anyway to poo poo my instincts. I’m master of my instincts, I’m going to win the big lottery and it’s going to happen!
This year! 2009! I’m adamant. It’s in my gut. I’ve been planning the distribution of my wealth in all possible formulation, worked and reworked it till perfection. I deserve to be a winner. 2009 is the year that’s going to make me riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiich! Ok, so that’s what I said in 2008 and the year before that and the year before that and I vaguely recalled making that claim too in 2005. Oh shut it. I hate you all. Oh well there’s always 2010.
So there I was comparing my ticket in hand against the winning numbers. The first winning number matched the first number on my ticket! Hey good start I thought. The second winning number matched the second number of my ticket too! Awesome! A bead of cold sweat came trickling down my forehead. My hands turned clammy. I realized that I could be that sole winner, the one on the road to riches!!! Woooooooo yeah baby! My eyes turned to the third winning number and that’s where it went downhill from there. Like a striker on route to scoring the winning last minute goal to clinch the World Cup and he trips and misses the gaping open goal. What an anti climax.
2009 started with a whimper for the world economy and everyone’s edgy with their rice bowl. But not me because I have this very strong feeling 2009 is going to be my year. The year I’m going to be rich! Rich! Rich! Rich! Woohahahahahahah.. chokes… cough…cough…cough. I need to work on my Dr. Evil laughter. I don’t know why it needs to be that type of laughter. Maybe it’s because money is the root of all evil? Anyway back to my riches story, well not yet but soon. Despite the negative write up on the year for my zodiac sign which states no luck in the lucky money department, I snorted at the report. Who are those experts anyway to poo poo my instincts. I’m master of my instincts, I’m going to win the big lottery and it’s going to happen!
This year! 2009! I’m adamant. It’s in my gut. I’ve been planning the distribution of my wealth in all possible formulation, worked and reworked it till perfection. I deserve to be a winner. 2009 is the year that’s going to make me riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiich! Ok, so that’s what I said in 2008 and the year before that and the year before that and I vaguely recalled making that claim too in 2005. Oh shut it. I hate you all. Oh well there’s always 2010.
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