whirlwind revelations...

MJ is dead. And the world wept. A few girsl were tearing up in the canteen as the news came on. I wasnt surprised, mom had sms-ed me first thing in the morning.

Come to think of it, MJ was the first singer whom i knew more than the songs he sang. Sure, i had listened to other songs, but i never knew, nor cared, abt who sang them. MJ was different. Larger than life, and full of it. Silky smooth moonwalking, tight pants, white socks with tapdancing shoes and jewelled belts never looked so... ... trendy.

I remember that his music videos were trully grand - they were TRUE music videos, not like the kind u see today - 3-4min of singing in black and white and closeups and then *poof* done! MJ's vids were 10-15 min long with REAL storyline dialogue interwoven with music and hip dancing.

Even when he was getting older, it didnt stop him. U saw him on the set of "You Rock My World".

I cant believe that he's gone. RIP MJ, u still rock.

In other news, the restringing of racquets has brought a great upheaval in the tennis group. Suddenly, everyone's blaming their bad shots on strings la, not used to the racquet la, lousy overgrip la... wateva.

Federer vs Soderling in a second, and im already nervous.

Work sux, btw.

I lost 2 saturdays in row to last min "emergency" meetings and all. Fuckers cant just get it done QUICKLY, gotta wait til Saturday, bcos that's when ppl are "more focused" which is a huge pile of BS.

song of the day is "You Rock My World" by King MJ.

suay or heng?

I lost my wallet on THursday (last thursday) while at the gym. I left on a bench in the men's changing room. THis was at 815pm, safely after office hours. After the workout, I realized it was missing and scooted back to the changing room to find it - 45min later. Couldnt. It was fucking gone.

But i was thinking "Ah, it's all cool, dawg. I mean, it be after office hours and shit, yo. There is bound to be some brother who is cool 'nuff to return the damn wallet. Especially since my wallet aint got nothin' more than S$35."

This passed through my mind smoothly, nigga slang and all. And i made my way down to reception.

No one returned it. The lady at the desk was all like "Yo dawg, u be mad as hell if u is thinking some brother would return yo wallet at this time of nite, yo! Leave me yo digits and I'll dial'em soon as yo moneybag is in my hands."

I was cool wit dat... ... seeing as how she spoke nigga and all.

I didnt get a call back. Not on Friday, not on Saturday, not on Sunday. NO ONE RETURNED IT. I was mad niggarish pissed.

Then on Monday evening, someone called.

"Hey yo, shout-out to Chris, y'all!"

Aite, this be Chris, bietch, wat u calling for? Who is you?

"Hey nigga, wassup, this here's Belinda frm Lum Chang. Im yo NEIGHBOUR, bietch! I got yo wallet!"

Amen, bietch, that's absolutely fly! How'd u get my shit?

" Aite dawg, one o my dudes found it y'all. Found it in a fucking alley drain! Soaked to da bone y'all. And yo money's missing too."

Aye fuck da money, bietch, where my NRIC at?

"Aite, chill dawg, it be there, safe and sound, yo."

Sweet, dawg, sweet.

"Amen to dat, yo. So when u gonna haul ass over here and pick yo shit up?"

I be there tomorrow bietch. How's yo 830?

"I aint got nothin. Be here chillin and shit."

Aite that's fly. I'll be there, dawg.

"Great dawg, peace out."

Peace.

And just like that, I had gotten my wallet back. A construction worker, with an annual wage comparable to our monthly wage, had seen my wallet lying in a drain, picked it up and returned it to his supervisor.

And this leads me to that one single conclusion - that construction worker displayed more integrity and righteousness than the decorated Certis CISCO armed escort officer.

Fucking unbelievable. I hate my company.

Had dinner with zs and jw yesterday. Been a long time - and joonwin has lost even more weight, if that's even possible. Freaky but funny shit.

Song of the day is by Gavin Degraw, called "Chariot".

book and its cover.

And the lecturer at the course points over to me.

"Hey, can you pls help the old guy next to you? He looks lost. Looks like he's been lost since the start of the day."

All i can do is face-palm and shake my head.

Pls... GODDAMNIT... STOP SAYING THAT.

Another 20min later, after another chapter, the lecturer says the same thing again.

"Alright, tomorrow, you're sitting in front."

The guy next to me is dressed in a loose old polo, that looks like it was cut frm the seat of a car. With tan colored pants, a crinkled up old brown belt and a dark brown hiking shoes. His blackberry was in his front pocket on the polo, and pulled it down bcos of the sheer weight, and he smiled everytime, like he was back in grade school.

My friends, the man sitting next to me, was the Senior Director of Projects, a man who has had more than 20years experience in this industry with connections all over the security, commercial and government security sector.

Dear gawd... man... they need to add the "Job Title" column to the application forms of the course... seriously...

another world currency...

3 day course.

The training room is equipped with computers. Computers come equipped with full internet access. Everyone else is sitting in front of me, im in the back row.

I am watching youtube and writing this blog.

The next 3 days will be great.

Heh...

And the food here - HORRIBLE. I paid S$6.50 for half of a dory fillet with white rice and a few shredded strands of lettuce and tomato with cucumber. I wanted to puke. At least they were generous with the mayonnaise...

song of the day is "Eric's Song" by Vienna Teng...

short and sweet...

Tennis = Shiok ah!

Work = Fuck ah!

MRT traffic = Shit ah!

Boss calls last min asking for project to be submitted latest by Sunday, but the files that you need are back in the office so you have to go back to the office on a FUCKING sunday to get some files, edit them and pdf them, but then your Adobe Professional doesnt work anymore and you gotta reinstall all this crap and put the files together, after pdfing and submit online thru a DAMN slow documentation control program and STILL have to rush out for tennis at 3pm = GODDAMN FUCKING KNNCCB OMFGWTFCAMEL BBQ SHIT FUCK FU-SHIT-CK SH-FUCK-IT ah!!!

song of the day is "Eric's Song" by Vienna Teng... a smooth and slow piano piece that will calm ur soul, and ease your burdens for the day... ... ... i.e. you will fall asleep.

last call for sin...

Been 6 days since the last post.

Lots of new things.

For one, Federer is now achieved a Career Grand Slam, which means that he has won all 4 of the most important tennis tournaments in the ATP (namely, the Australian Open, Wimbledon, US Open and his much coveted French Open title). This makes Federer the undisputed GOAT (bah bah...) which stands for Greatest Of All Time, at least up to this point. Whether or not Nadal can overtake him is another story that is still being written.

Also, do not forget that Federer has also achieved a VERY RARE Career Golden Slam (a Career Grand Slam plus an Olympic Gold Medal). Only Andre Agassi has achieved this, but he had no where NEAR the number of titles that Federer has.

In other news, i have a new phone. The Samsung Star. Check it out. Full touch screen and very lightweight and slim. Nice.

In other words, i advise anyone against visiting MOUNTBATTEN. The place is haunted. Haunted to the fucking core. The only one sanctuary there seems to be the fucking 24hr MacDonalds near the Kallang Stadium. Everytime we go down to that centre in Mountbatten for a simple problem, always ends up something screws up, machines start acting funny and stuff doesnt work. Also, prostitutes line the streets, but they're like 50+ years old, which is like uber disgusting.

So, in other words. DO NOT GO TO MOUNTBATTEN. That place sux.

Except the MacDonalds. Which is total WIN.

song of the day is "All These Things That I've Done" by The Killers... my new ringtone...

sod-off...

It's a Wednesday, and im still shaking from the aftermath of the situation.

And yes, it'll be about tennis.

Rafael Nadal is out of the French Open. Andy Murray is out of the French Open as well.

The remaining players are: Robin Soderling, Fernando Gonzalez, Gael Monfils, Juan Martin Del Potro, Tommy Robredo and Roger Federer.

This is Soderling's best showing at major event so far, and he beat Nadal on Sunday. Gonzalez has had his best results on hard court, not clay, being a finalist in the 07 Aussie Open. Monfils is a home crowd favorite and is in the form of his life. Del Potro has the physical gifts to make him a winner, tall, with a huge serve and flat strokes. Robredo is a dark horse of the lot, short in stature with a one-handed backhand and quick reflexes. And then we have Federer, who is in a "slump" and who's form looks exceptionally shakey.

If we go by Head-to-Head records, Federer should sweep this one easily, but we know that surprises abound in the French Open, LOTS of them. One of them sent Nadal packing.

Back to work, the morning random blog session is over.