Gong Xi Fa Cai

Happy New year everyone! its the piggy year. that means, I aint getting any younger.

This is the 2nd rotation of the Lunar Wheel since I was born. when the third rotation of the wheel starts and the wheel stops at the horse, I'm gonna be 36! *freaking-mother-nature-godly-old*

As usual company shut down for a good old one week to follow suit the china calendar. (working for a chinese CEO does have its perk, this is the lil bit of incentive)

I didnt do much this 1 week holiday. infact, i was sleeping my way throughout the week. of course, the usual timer i set in my alarm clock faithfully beeped at 6am. but it isn't always the case you can simply ignore the beeping and sleep through it right?

-I am glad I have this week off-

As usual I visited my auntie the 1st day. she was recently released from the mental institution and she really aged since the last time I saw her. (I heard she was send there because she was harassing the neighbours by banging on the windows) poor dame.

I do have another mentally challenged auntie in the house (Granny suffered a fall when she was expecting this auntie in her womb) thus elder auntie and little auntie lived together. My cousin (Elder aunt son) married a Malaysian gal 3 years ago, and they just had a little boy a year ago. now this little 'nephew' of mine rejoiced seeing his old uncle east.

Old uncle east (LOL I even laff when I am writing this) makes sure their house is decorated with chinese new year posters and helped them cleaned the house every year.

Oh yeah there's also a bachelor living in this little house in Jurong with them. My 5th uncle is a strong and hardworking driver working for a construction firm. he ferries the foreign workers from one site to another for a living. 5th uncle is approaching his 50's soon. I owed a lot to 5th uncle during my difficult times. he's also one of the reason why I visited him rather than following the crowd to visit my 2nd uncle living in a condo in bukit batok.

I have nothing against 2nd uncle, its just his wife I cant stand. very ficky, very full of gossips and of course, the usual when-are-you-getting-married question never fails to pop out every now and then. then compare me with his gay-looking son (my cousin) over financial, health, education status etc etc.

anyway, my cousin, he's gay. (I dont say that because I hated his mum) I spotted him at my regular pub (Las Vegas) in Chinatown. just 2 doors down, there's a obscure little pub with color flags at the entrance. yeah i saw him alright. and WHO THE HELL USE HIS MSN NICK AS XXXXX-CRYSTAL as a hotmail address?

-I rest my case-

Back to my uncle and aunties.. they're actually the 'outcasts' of the clan. nobody ever spoke much about them, and they would rather not talk about them during gatherings. You would be too, if you had a sister whom been in and out of woodbridge ever so often. agony of the family tree.

I liked visiting them. infact I dont think i'll stop visiting them. (unless they dont welcome me of course)

The 2nd day of New year was spending in my mum's elder brother home. he's a jolly old man. High sex drive manz. I mean, he had 5 daughters and 3 sons? My ah Gu, that's what I called him. and my ah Gim (Ah Gu's wife) is a nice old lady whom never fails to cook my favourite dish of curry chicken every new year. it was more fun in here than the condo. at least, i could play blackjack here till the end of time. and the wager here is damn high i tell ya. Because the bankers is so loaded, one could lost thousands of dollars in a single night.

yeah i forgot to mention, I wont last a second being a banker in there. the trauma is too high. one bet can be a hundred bucks per hand? HEY come on, I aint betting my whole estate in there. Horrible, but entertaining. those folks are loaded anyway.

3rd day was spend hosting my friends in my house. it was pretty quiet affair compared to last year. who could blame it? Looking at the great change this year, some simply dissolved in the air. I had 8 friends over that day. I made steamboat for them ( Honestly, I been having steamboat from day 1.. i was beginning to get sick) and hardly ate any. Some smart alecks kept calling me, 'hey east, LAI JIAK LEH! (come eat, for those UN-HOKKIEN folks who is reading this right now). Buey tahan manz.

We had some friendly blackjack games. as usual those suckers still wanna scam me of my money. and I smell one big conspiracy manz. I lost about a hundred dollars initially but managed to get them back at the last 3 hands. so, I can say, pretty wasting my time during the few hours. nothing gained.

yeah the conspiracy. How do you explain, when we had 8 people in the house, each agreeing to be the banker every 3 rounds, and every turn it is my turn, they upped their bets to $8 and $10 per hand when the rest of the bankers they are like betting only small chicken bets of $2 and $4? very political shit manz.

but I am not very particular about it. even though they think I duno what they are to. that's the problem with my friends, they think I am as numb as a plank. I'm actually very sharp. (Esp when we are dealing with money here) complete 180 degrees turn lolxxx...

but I am glad they enjoyed the night. I had a great time nonetheless with them.

4th day I was at the car showroom, showing my fist to the salesman whom charged me 2.85% for a monthly payment on OPC. but 2.68% on a full time car? I almost strangled him to death. but of course, nothing is firm yet, so I leave it as that.

5th day I was at Dexter house (My finance mgr) in a sneak lil condo in Jurong west extension. everyone was there. even the malay colleagues. Dex made some home-made mee siam and dessert. Some greenish dessert in fruit cubes, he called it the "Gula-Melacca". the green substance is actually olive, and it tastes quite good. We played a little blackjack, (yup I am the banker again) Didnt win much, but still win nonetheless.

Today I was ACTUALLY EXPECTING GUESTS to turn up at my house. but the idiot who called me on Friday night did not turn up. and made me WASTE MY WHOLE SATURDAY expecting them. can you believe it? I trusted friends and this is what I get. SHIT!

Anyway I went shopping, I got myself another 30 pairs of disposable contacts (ran out since Dec), ANOTHER BRAUN BUFFEL WALLET NEW EDITION (OK LETS NOT GET TOUCHY ON THIS WALLET), U2 shirts (I din know U2 and G2000 had merged) that carried the G2000 logo. Call it the 7% RUSH INSTINCT.

I guess tomorrow is pretty much the same. Looking at ralli-art website (ralliart.com.sg) and ogling over the stickers that I pretty much wanted to paste all over the car if I ever get one.

-I was told people with 4 wheels digs very well with chicks-

If i ever get one that is.

-and I cant wait to get back to work, 28 emails screaming at me to get things done, around the continent-

That's my whole week worth of entries for you. Now bug OFF! XD

P:S: HD, Now I hate to treat you as a kid. The next time you’re telling me you’re bringing a bunch of friends over, I’ll pretend I never hear you and don’t blame me for not treating you seriously! *BLEH*

Happy Valentine Day everyone!

I wonder if this would make the shortest entry possible. lol

How was your valetine day like? hehe

Let me know in the comments box ok

That 7% GST and the behaviour of ‘poor people’

We all knew it. We all anticipated it. When we voted for the Gahmen, this is what would happen soon enough.

I wonder if anyone would be ‘cushioned’ enough by the package that the gahmen had mapped out for us. But believe it or not, its only the ‘either you take it or leave it’ scenario for us. Singaporeans are very cooperative. Complain a lil bit, but in the end, swallow that last remaining pride and get over it.

Living in Singapore is tough. I mean, look at the number of gantries in town. And I am not mentioning just the ERP’s. the godamn parking lot just cost $8 an hr if you park it in Shenton way. (I could have ate a LARGE plate of chicken rice just for $8 PLUS DESSERTS.)

An hour to rest your tyres for 8 freaking dollars?!! Its not that they thrown in a free car shampoo for your parking! HELLO!!!

Believe it or not. I am taking in all the vibes of the 7%. Yeah, I believed I am going to do something which is more impulsive than marriage this year. I’m taking in a 2nd wife (if you know what I mean in context) and its gonna be 10 yr-long affair.

Currently its in bidding stage, lets hope the bank approve of my loan. Then I’ll celebrate the next 10yrs of being in debts. *HORRAY*

Lets talk about people. People whom doesn’t really talk much about their wealth and suddenly you spot that familiar Gucci bag or that new ride the next month. But of course, not before they proclaimed they are ‘poor’ on many many occasions.

I had many of those friends. Seriously, I just don’t geddit when people kept telling me they are poor and yet could afford a lot of stuffs the next morning. I had nothing against them on this, but I would really like to know, how much is defined as ‘poor’ or ‘rich’?

I had friends whom kept telling me they are poor to scam a meal outta me. Sure, I mean if its just a few dollars I take it as a joke. But if you are poor, I’ll believe you. But I can’t believe is, you are poor one instance, and the next time I see you, you’re driving a volkswagon in town. That’s hardly honest. And that is hardly ‘poor’. Right?

You could tell me “People don’t talk about wealth because they don’t flaunt it.” Well said. (Sorry I should say is, well said bunch of rubbish!)

How much damage could it be, to tell me, that you ain’t as poor as suppose to be? I mean you could tell me, you had been hogging on instant noodles for the past 1month, and the next month, you’re taking your whole family to Europe on a all-expenses paid trip? That’s hardly mathematics.

I know there are people out there, who heard or probably seen how much I had in my account. I mean, look, I could hardly deny it. Nor could I admit it. Figures don’t lie. But how one deal with the figures is another thing altogether.

To tell you the truth, I am a very naïve person. I am naïve because, I trust my friend. I turn naïve because, you are my friend, you tell me you are poor, I trusted you, I probably give you a meal or 2 when we are hanging out. Fair and square.

but just a little honestly, out of my friends, goes a long way. (and of course, less spreading of how much I had in my account would help LOL)