I believe.

God is IN CONTROL!

Uh oh

Anyone notice something strange about hotmail?



Look closer.



Closer.



Hotmail is sad! =O

Hello!

Welcome to Amway. If you are an employee, please head to the left and past the two double doors, into the lift. Your department is on floor 3.

Welcome to floor 3: Finance, Public Affairs and Human Resources. Please smile at our two lovely administrators who could pass as Judy Garland's aunts as you walk by them; remember to be nice to them when asking for a raise, but since you are only a temporary worker, head left again into the PA department.

Okay, I have gotta admit that it is cool that I am working in a branch of a multibillion dollar, international direct sales corporation. Still, it would be much cooler if I was not part of the 6% minority of the male workers there.

Ratio of female to male workers: 10 to 1. Well I suppose it would be every bachelor's dream come true in any workplace, but it would have done me much good if they were all not more than twice my age.

But the lovely part is this: on the first day of work itself, I got my own office! It turns out that the former manager moved out, so they had no place to put me but in there; where I have 3 whole shelves full of magazines since god-knows-when; possibly the entire archive of company records some three metres to my left; a neat little hp laptop to work on while the rest of them are stuck with run-down PCs that are still running on Windows XP; my own little box of stationery and various edible goodies in one corner of the room that is currently being colonized by the ants.

The thing is that this place also doubles as a storeroom for the PA department, so beyond where I sit, there are boxes of various goodies, and stashed somewhere in one of the cupboards is a genuine green jersey signed by Ronaldinho himself together with a gold wristwatch.

It does not get any better than this. Now if only they gave me some wi-fi in this place, my life would be complete =D

This is the revolution

"We can sing, we can dance, we can scream our lungs out on stage and in concerts; but as we do that, the lost are still lost; the captives are still bound. It's not fair, and it's not right"

Rwar!

This was how one particular MSN conversation went earlier todady.

Joseph Ng [pH]² says:
eh?

Joseph Ng [pH]² says:
was on the piano earlier

Li-Anne says:
YOU?

Li-Anne says:
PIANO??

Li-Anne says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

I'll show you >:(

The oldest game

Choronzon: I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.

Dream: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.

Choronzon: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.

Dream: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.

Choronzon: I am a snake, spider-devouring, poison-toothed.

Dream: I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy-footed.

Choronzon: I am an anthrax, butcher bacterium, warm-life destroying.

Dream: I am a world, space-floating, life-nurturing.

Choronzon: I am a nova, all-exploding… planet-cremating.

Dream: I am the Universe—all things encompassing, all life embracing.

Choronzon: I am anti-life, the beast of judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds… of everything.

And what will you be then dreamlord?

Dream: I am hope.


-Choronzon and Dream; The Sandman: A Hope in Hell-

First day of the rest of my life

And I'm feeling great!

If you have known me long enough, you will know that my physical fitness is at a most appalling state. And it is a simple proven fact out of many experiences in the past.

My mom once told me a very scary thing about my family's medical history: high blood pressure on her side, and high cholestrol on my dad's side.

Dang, I had better get started with exercising before I die young. So here is the deal so far:

2001: PE lesson. Ran two laps around the field (400m), stopped short and vomited.
2004: Jogathon. Ran a full 2km before finally giving in and walked the rest of the way.
2005: Jogathon again. Managed to jog right up until the finishing line was in sight, and nearly blacked out just short of it.

But well, all things have to start anew right? After being so inspired at how Kenny Sia ran the 42km marathon, I thought jogging was an easy feat, I mean like, if he can do it, I most definitely can!

After 20 minutes, I swear that I can fill a swimming pool with my sweat. My leg muscles were all tensed up, I was sweating profusely, I was seeing lights dancing in front of my eyes, and gosh I think I'm hearing voices too.

How can a fat bloke run so much longer than me??!!

I suppose I can blame it on my asthma that I have had since I was 2. I probably can blame it on the fact that the canvas shoes I was wearing were just not made for running. I can say that the sun was in my eyes. There were dogs on the way. I was carrying a key in one hand which bothered the perfect alignment of my body and caused my body to lose energy faster.

Or I'm just not fit, lah.

Well tomorrow is another day of the same thing. Anyone wants to join me?


Out of breath,
Jo

It's going to be another short post

It was awesome =D

What time is it?

Time to sleep, that's what.

You're probably hoping for another short entry, and yes your wishes have all come true. I should be typing out some documentary of my life so far in 2008, or making up new year resolutions, or burning down houses by letting loose wild fireworks.

But no.

Keeping it short and simple, in 2008 I have been at my highest, and I have been at my lowest too.

And 2009 is going to redefine that on a whole new level.


I'll see you when you get there,
Jo