28 December 2006, Thursday, 10.51pm

Mr Murphy.

Murphy's Law. I hate Murphy's Law. Who in the world is this Murphy who created such profound idiosycrasy? Today, Murphy kind of knocked on my door several times, and his cousin - Mr Tough Luck came by too!

1) I booked online 2 movie tickets at 7.10pm, thinking that I can leave early at 5pm, but He came by, and I was called in to rush a database for clearance at 15 mins to 4pm. And ended leaving office at 6.23pm - that was also when I realised that I have to collect the tickets an hour before the show! Too late.
2) Took a cab down to Cineleisure to realise that Oli will be late too. So i shouldnt have hurried.
3) Arrived Cineleisure and hastened my pace to queue for tickets; texted Oli and found out he waited for me at Picture House instead. We connected and he sped back to Cineleisure so that we can catch the 7.10pm show.
4) I purchased 2 new tickets and found out that there were plenty of seats available!! All those prime seats were not taken at all! And I had the liberty to choose the best seats amongst the best. Holy Cowzzzzz! There goes my 15.50 bucks for booking online.
5) I slept through half the show. Not that I was dead beat, but the show was dead whisky dry! I gave myself a chance to doze in the cool cinema since the day was dreadful and somehow long Thursday.
6) Oli thanked me for such thumbs-down film.
7) I hated myself for being naive to trust write-ups of movies - to buy in the flowery descriptions. Big time Bimbo.

20 Nights and a Rainy day - awful!! I had thought it was a romantic cinderella tale that happened at Notre Dame - but not! Ultimate disappointment. Seriously. Buffet of choices and yet I chose a film directed by a Vietnamese? Admit it, yes, I was hoping that there will be beautiful love making scenes since it is rated RA (Sexual scene). Haha. It turned out otherwise. Terribly cut throat boredom. Nothing explicitly challenging. ahhhhhhh!

Ok, mood temperature - 99.7 degrees. Boiling hot. Scalding hot. Ok my dear, be happy. Let's try to stay on the Happy path. Really. Spies saundering up and down, so perhaps, I shouldnt mention much in case I was being peeped at on my notebook screen.

I shall debate the question of "Truth or Dare" in my next log in. Perhaps to vent out my frustration through my fingers typing on the keyboard too.

My life is really emcompassed with 50% bitter, 20% sour, 20% spicy and 10% sweetness. How uneven.

I need balance. Spiritually and emotionally. Sexually, too? Likely.

Bonne nuit.

20 December 2006, Wednesday, 11.34pm

Fabulous New Zealand

How time flies, the last log in, I was talking about my preparation to Kiwi Land. And now, I'm writing a post mortem of the trip that I spent there for 3 weeks. Time snaps, ain't it? So how's life been for the past month? I was kinda depress before departure. Now, I am really glad that this trip to NZ was realised. You can't imagine how contented and happy that I am to have been there in NZ. It was really a fabulous, incredible and worth-spending trip that I have ever travelled. Very refreshing and enlightening. I can feel the connection of Woon Beng with NZ. And I choose to believe that New Zealanders are the most purest mankind in this planet. Sincerity is simply written all over their faces. Warmth is probably the middle name for all New Zealanders too. I hardly encounter any superficial exchange, in fact, thinking about it now, I don't recall any! It was such a holistic experience that I will cherish now and forever.

Friends and comrades asked about my favourite city in New Zealand since I manouveured from the northen tip of North Island to cruising down to south of South Island. Believe this or not, I love ALL of NZ, from urban to suburban to rural, and from corner to corner, edge to edge! Tip top upside down, I simply love it all. But really, I think it's a fair question, and in fact, I think it's good to really know which city I like since I have the impulse and tendency to immigrate there once I'm ready emotionally and financially. Yes, one fine day. I shall think it through and run through the places that we drove pass, we stayed through and we touched down.

Exactly 10 mins to midnight. Goodness gracious, Carissa woke me up five times last night. What can I do with my neighbour? I couldn't bear to scold a cute 8 months old baby, so I woke up with a morning sulk and chose to adopt the happy path. I mean, I was quite mad the 4th time when she cried in the middle of the night, mad for the fact that why do I have to bear the responsibility of being a father when I am only an uncle. Why can't Stanley fetch her back when he's off today?! I can't complain too much, because I'm coward for not voicing this to Stanley, for not telling him my bottled feelings of why should I take on his responsiblity. I should if I could. But I didn't. Let's see when will this bottle of suppressed feelings be exploded. I'm sure it will when the lava couldn't hold out any more. We'll see.

00.00am. Midnight. Alrighty, better tuck in to bed now since I'm so sleep deprived ever since I returned. Besides, I'm really tired. Sigh, welcome back to Hell?