The Inevitable (what is?)

I was eating Kellogg's cornflakes this morning and noticed something really peculiar. Please observe:

If you look carefully, you will see the word 'corny' on that red-colored strip right above the number '10.' I was having a corny breakfast.

Right now, I'm looking into my closet and watching my three seldom-worn shirts. One is pink, the other, orange, and another orange. Why did I buy these shirts, and I don't even bother wearing them. The pink is definitely at times too pink for my personality, but the oranges? Maybe I'll save them for Chinese New Year, or Halloween. There is this saying in Malay, "prepare an umbrella before it rains," probably I bought the shirt in preparation for Lerie and Bayu's wedding. Their colors are pink and orange.

I'm just a shopaholic.

Office this morning was interesting. I got to send my voice over to China and Burma. Talking to very different people. The Chinese was a typical Chinese. PERIOD. There was screaming on the phone, there was bargaining, there was begging, there was commanding going on, I could hear the mother of the caller in the background. Speaking to real Chinese people really makes me appreciate that I'm not pure Chinese. One thing with the Chinese (disclaimer: I'm not generalizing) is that they are really bold. Let's say instead of having Times New Roman as your font, you have CHINESE... and the only typeface for CHINESE is BOLD. Their boldness exceeds me. I'm happy that I am quite docile as I didn't scream back at the caller who was obviously losing it at the other end of the phone.

I miss writing. There are times when I feel that I need to write. But I get stuck on my turn-of-the-century laptop, which had served me well ever since stepping into College. I shall keep this machine, with me, indefinitely. Probably frame it up and hang it on my wall.

There was this one night, I was walking back from the church, and a cute little kitty cat followed me back. I think it was the cat that stayed with the guards at the guard house not far from my place. I gave it sardine and the cat smelt like shit. I checked and it did have shit on its tail.

My boss is on holiday and I wished I was on holiday too.

Can't I wear jeans and t shirts to work? Oh yeah, I'm Asian. Asians don't wear jeans. We wear suits to work. What? No... jeans and suits are from the west. Cawats@Tangas, anyone??

Going through a small notebook which I kept when I was still a college student. (can't believe I am referring me being a college student in the FREAKING PAST TENSE!!!!) and came across a little poem which I wrote on the 23rd of July.

The Sea
the sea,
wider than space
gushes into every place (gosh this sentence is so cliche)

I drown in his dance (why 'his?' Mother nature is always referred to as 'her')
They are quick to trace (trace what?!??!??!?!)

okay i'm holding back the last paragraph because it's just so wrong...
(I wanted to blog this because I like the lines which are italicized).

By the way, there's this new Music teacher on campus. He is into woodwind. I accompanied him last week. HE'S GREAT. He could tell all the mistakes I was making... oh, and yeah, we have the same name (pronounced the same but spelled differently).

I want the regular semester. I'm not getting any regular visits from any regulars at all.

some pictures!!!