C19H28O2

I like the lyrics from the song 'Circus' (by Britney Spears) - "There are 2 types of people in the world, the ones that entertain and the ones that observe". Which one are you? If you operate solely with one, you may have unwittingly offended tons of people along the way. But the worst scenerio will be being oblivious to what you have observed.

I know someone who thinks that he is a great entertainer, but he took on the wrong path, mistaken the role of an entertainer as a clown. Just because someone is popular, he will blindly mimic that particular mannerism or lingo. If a girl gently tuck her hair behind her ears, a coy smile, or a mischievous wink, that bound to set anyone's heart fluttering. Imagine a 40 year old grown up man doing that?

Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly fine with any man or woman lacking the right balance of testosterone (the sex hormone, formula C19H28O2), but i cannot tolerate a man deliberately behaving like a whine-ly teenage girl. Yes, it works initially, and people laugh along with you. Once their patience depleted, they laugh AT you! In this instance, he noticed the change in others' attitude, however he still plough on acting "cute", praying hard that people will fall for the same childish act once again.

Reminds me of another song by Britney Spears "I'm Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman". He is a man, much more girlish than me, but just not with the proper built in. Let's hope he leaves me alone, my fiery temper is not to be tested in such manner.

Fact time: testosterone affects the entire body, often by enlarging size, hence men have bigger hearts, lungs, liver, etc... The result of different testosterone levels:- A clear difference is the size of the male human brain is, on average, larger than females. Yes ladies, that is a fact, but brain size doesn't equate to brain power *evil laugh*

While i was sleeping... ...

Today, I was due for my colon and stomach scope (gastroscope) in TTSH. Medical term refers to colonoscopy and esophagogastroduodenoscopy respectively.

Endoscopy refers to exploring the internal body, using an instrument called an endoscope. It is a medical procedure that is used to assess the interior surfaces of an organ by inserting a tube into the body. The main risks are bleeding and perforation, rarely resulting in death.

Prior the procedure (on 12/04/09), dinner must consumed by 6pm, to start drinking laxative solution from 6:15pm, and to be finished by 9:15pm. I nearly died of hunger and spent most of the time rushing back and forth to the washroom. Today, while waiting for my turn in the ward, i took the chance to interview a nurse, and was informed that gastroscope will take around 5mins, while colonscopy will take approximately 20-30mins, depending on how "curly" (i'm quoting her) the intestines are.

When they finally pushed me into the operation theatre, something was sprayed into my mouth to numb my throat, *yucky yucks* it's extremely bitter and prickling inside the back of my mouth, and i had to swallow that! One of them inserted an oxygen tube at my edge of my nostrils, then made me lie on my left side, next a mouth-guard is placed between my teeth to prevent me from biting on the endoscope. The last i recalled was my doctor administering sedation.

So when i woke up, I absolutely have no recollection of any tubes being inserted into me, nor any feelings of being "tickled" from inside. I couldn't bring in my handphone, and hence i have no idea how much time i spent in there, or how long i had slept, trust me i would video it down if i have the very chance. Was a bit groggy when my dad fetched me.

But hey, my results are good! No abnormal growth in there. Verdict: The procedures are virtually painless, but it's the wait that is torturous. I was given the pictures of my "insides", but since my lear prefers not to see it, i shall save it for my own viewings. But honestly, it's like a pink playground slide.

Another punctured hole i have on my left hand. Just when i was busy typing this out, the nurse from TTSH called to check on me, so nice of her to make sure that I'm not having any implications (although I'm feeling bloated, but that is considered normal after the colonscopy). For that wound, I shall reward myself tomorrow with retail therapy.

New beginning, or not?

My very first working day in the new office. Was early today, as i expected there will be tons of work waiting to be cleared. Busy busy day!

Paparazzi (aka me) at work. D1nOnly1 camera shy wor (my neighbour aka colleague, he personally requested to be named that de).

Lunch time is equivalent to hell time. Where did all these people come from? Hell? *evil laugh* CBD is so packed, and i barely have a chance to manoeuver around. I'm seriously considering to just bring bread from home, but i really dread being stuck in midair (my office at 14th floor) for 9.5 hours. The thought of hanging off land (for such a long time) makes my feet numb and increases my anxiety further, i can't be just tracing my path to either the pantry and washroom right? Furthermore, my mummy will just bury me six feet under if i dare to eat bread for lunch.

Anyway, my first day in CBD and i already lost my handphone (Watsons at Hitachi Tower). It was raining cats and dogs, so me and D1nOnly1 went in to buy umbrella. While doing QC, i left my belongings (pouch, staff pass & handphone) on the rack. Contented with the pink brolly's condition, i just took off with my stuff (without my handphone).

Have to admit it was due to my carelessness, but i hurried back within 5mins and it was already gone. Every staff in the shop denied seeing it. D1nOnly1 tried calling my line but no one picked up the call. *sObz* That was my favourite handphone (Samsung Ultra Slim slider phone), although it's not much of a gadget but it served me faithfully for 2 years 2 months and 5 days.

Right after work, unhappily went down to M1 shop (Bugis) and purchase a new handphone, Samsung F480 (touch screen phone). It's in coral pink, although it's not the latest model, but that design caught my attention last year, and it's thankfully just slightly above 100 gram. Yes, I'm a big fan of Samsung. I have a wide variety at home, TV, Mp3, camera, etc...

I miss my old phone of course, but where is it now? Come back to mama... ...

Vandalism

Was on my way home last Friday night, after a long day of unpacking my belongings in the new office.

Saw this graffiti beside the staircase which i have been using for the past 24 years. My goodness! Take a good look at it, i was fuming mad when i saw this ugly writing, but i was also trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Hell-o-no! This fella doesn't even know how to spell at all. It's "beach", then carefully overwrite as "beech", then finally corrected it as "bitch".

I had to control my urge of whipping out my red lipstick (for emergency touch up) to do a huge cross beside it. That red cross in the picture was digitally added in by myself, i didn't do any unlawful act of vandalism ok!

To the Ah Bengs and Ah Lians who did this, or who consistently defaced public properties with your ugly handwritings and drawings, please sign up for Elementary Spelling class or Pre-schooler art class.

Did it ever cross your mind that you are a bad influence towards the toddlers attending the kindergarten 2 blocks behind? Or rather, you are not even fit to be in the same league as those young promising toddlers!

How dare you to demonstrate such horrendous calligraphy, and with such shameless audacity to display your disability? *tsk* Wanna act cool but landed up looking silly and un-educated. Such behaviour shouldn't be tolerated, and you should be dipped in those permanent red paint from head-to-toe. So much for those rebellious acts and constant lamenting about adults not understanding you adolescents, do you think you still have the right to demand for more respect?

Anyway, to lighten things up, this could be the possible scenario:

Setting: Thursday
Time: Nearing midnight
Location: Void deck, at the staircase.
Characters: 2 Ah Bengs (A and B) and 1 Ah Lian.

A: Oi! See what i write
B: Walau eh, not beach lah!
A: Then what?
B: Beech lah!
A: Dun look like leh... ...
B: Korrect lah!
A: Better check with Ah Lian, her enga-lish better than us, she got D7 sia.
B: Wa, li hai ah
A: (on the phone with Ah Lian) Lian ah, how you spelling "Beach" ah?
A: (to B) salah liao lah.

The End

The relocation of my office started today on 3rd April' 2009, officially ended my 2.75 years in this old office premises. It wasn't exactly the most fantastic kind of office you would love to have, but it was strategically situated in the bustling city, where there are plenty of sources for food and retail therapy.

I remembered how i used to hate this place. Back then in Year 2005, i was transiting between 2 offices every quarterly. Then in Year 2006, my present boss decided to permanently place me in this "loathsome" place, which was actually a good move for me too, as i was dying for a fresh start.

Now that we're shifting back to the Headquarters, which we only managed to hatch this plan after more than a year, I'm not sure if i really will like this new environment. I hate crowds! Sharing floor area with another department, sharing lifts with the rest of the building, and the thought of the lunch time crowd is enough to scare the hell out of me.

Yes, I'm Enochlophobia (fear of crowds), Claustrophobia (fear of enclosed spaces), Nyctophobia (fear of darkness), and also Acrophobia (fear of heights). Once inside a lift, i will experience breathlessness, dizziness, feeling sick, heart palpitations, or an anxiety attack, varies according to the length of the ride. I shudder at the very thought of a lift breakdown *shrill scream*

All right, let's not go any further with my endless list of phobia(s). Anyway, i kept having funny thoughts crossing my mind today, such as "this is the last time i will take this escalator to work", "this is the last time i will cross this bridge back to office"... I'm thankful that i didn't get too emotional when i was leaving the office. Or rather, i was too busy taking tab of my belongings, that i forgot to bade a proper farewell . Come to think of it, i didn't even take one last look! *sObz sObz*

That was the place where i battled ferociously till late at night (alone, or with my ally), a place that i yearned to go back when i was away, a place that marked my victorious moments, and my upsetting downfalls, a place that witnessed my happiness and my sadness. Sayonara to those paths that bore my footprints, Bye to all whom we met in the corridors but never share a word *wave*