Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Vulgar Durian

Wow, what a great idea. A durian chart.
Perfect for rookies like me. Simply point and choose.

In The Star today, a durian seller has created a 'durian chart' to make it easier for his customer to choose. The chart is based on the popularity of the durian.

The chart is actually a four-tier wooden rack at his stall, with the chart-topper at top and the less popular at the bottom.

So this year, the champions are Raja Kunyit, Kulit Hijau No.15 and ... Lan Ciau Yuan.


Lan Ciau Yuan.

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Is this some kind of a joke? A typo maybe? Is that really the name of the durian?

In the busy, noisy restaurant...

Customer : Towkay ah! Lan Ciau Yuan je ke.

Towkay : Huh? Sa mi ah? (What?)

Customer : Lan Ciau Yuan je ke lar! (Louder)

Towkay : Huh??! Loo ai sa mi?? (What do you want?)

Customer : Lan Ciau lar, Lan Ciau lar!! (LOUDER!)

China Customers : *ears drop*

Monday, June 19, 2006


It was late morning when Mami received the SMS. We were still in bed, with Yiyi. She slept quite late the night before, thus waking up slightly late.

Mami was still on bed playing with Yiyi, so I went to pick her phone up.

3 messages. 2 from Maxis, 1 from an unknown number.

"En R (from X Dept) passed away at 6.45pm on Friday......"

"Oh my god, I think you better read this.", I said, passing the phone to Mami.

"What? What's wrong?..... Oh no..."

It was her colleague.

"It must be the football match.", She said.

"Football match?"

"Yeah, a group of my colleagues was gathering for futsal, you know, with the World Cup and all, and they were suppose to have a game or two after work on Friday."

"You sure?", I asked.

"Yeah, I remember he was raving about him playing football. How good he was and how he would show them his skill.", Mami flashing back.

"I can still remember clearly the last time I spoke to him. I was coming out of the restroom and he was standing in front of the pantry. His shirt was lifted up to his chest and he was scratching his tummy. 'What are you doing?', I shouted at him. 'Garu, gatal', he said. He had always been the joker. But he was quite fit and healthy."

A phone call to another colleague confirmed this. He was playing for about 30 minutes before taking a break. He complained he was tired. He went to his car to rest, and that's the last they saw him. A heart attack, apparently. When the rest of the guys missed him (for about 10 minutes), they went searching for him, only to find him lifeless at the seat of his car.

We spent the whole day talking about this. How life is so fragile. How one minute you are there, and then the next minute you are gone. We really feel sad for his family. Mami said, I cannot 'go' before her, because she won't be able to take it and she can't live without me.
I'll try, Mami, I'll try.

Our deepest condolences to his family.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Office Politics


If you just work and do not interfere in office politics, you will be fine.


Mami has been working in her new company for more than 6 months now. She's a dedicated worker, who would put 100% effort to complete whatever tasks handed to her. The company is a big multinational company, reporting to the asia-pac headquater in Singapore.

You see, Singapore's office looks highly on her and realise the potential that she has. So in a short one month after she joined, she was transferred to handle a more critical role in the company. She had praises from both her previous supervisor and current superior, and even the colleagues are happy that she's around, because things actually get done pretty quickly.

But the GM of the company didn't think so and seems to have a different idea. He seems to see her as a threat. This guy has been putting in a team that are on his side. Cronies. His own gang. So that no one would dispute or argue any decisions that he made. No matter wrong or right that decision is. And since she's really close with Singapore, she is seen as a 'spy' and a threat.

Mami has been building relationships with existing customers. Being new in the field, she has put in a lot of effort into it. And I am proud to say, she has been quite successful with the customers. But sadly, one by one, these customers were transfered to the cronies. When she was about to close a deal, she was asked to hand the accounts out to the cronies. She was mad.

But today, the GM showed his real intention. He told Mami that the company has the intention to transer her again, back to her initial position, a more office-bound, paper-work job. She voiced out her dissapointment, and anger, of course. But there is no more meaning to continue on.

Sometime, we just want to make a living, work 100% for the company and contribute 100% to the company. All we expect is the payment at the end of the month and a little appreciation to our job. That's all. But some people seems to have their own agenda.

Mami, don't worry about anything. I am 100% behind you and whatever you decide to do, I'll fully support you.

All the best Mami, good luck.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Prison Escape

Lincoln Burrows and Michael Scofield have been giving us really really late nights.


The two brothers in the TV show Prison Break.

Michael : I am getting you out.

Lincoln : That's impossible.

Michael : Not if you design it.


Lincoln : You have seen the blueprint?

Michael : I have got it on me. *show fully tattoed body*


After reading from the doc, I decided to get myself a copy *ahem* thanks to Streamyx. It's about a genius, Michael Scofield, who staged a bank robbery, only to get into the same prison as his brother. Lincoln Burrows, Scofield's brother, was framed with murdering the vice president's brother and was sentenced to the death. Scofield was the designer of the prison and he tattoed the encrypted blueprint and other information onto his body, that he could use to rescue his brother and escape from the prison.


Prison Break Chapter 8 : *end*

Mami : Aiya! Quick quick, another chapter, another chapter.

Papi : Huh?? 12.30am already you know, tomorrow need to work leh.

Mami : Just a bit lar, very 'kan cheong' lar.

Papi : Tired leh...

Mami : aiya....hmmm....ok lar, ok lar....

Mami more kancheong than me.