2 more things

Anyone has or possibly knows where in Singapore can I find Bergman's films? The only place I can remotely find a trace with a hint of Singapore is on the Singapore's Ebay website, which isn't exactly the route I want to go to.

I can't find it at quite a number of places and I had to download (eek!) a couple of his movies, but I really hope to get a hold on the discs. Persona and The Seventh Seal are on the top of my list, though I have already downloaded them.

Let me know.

Oh, look what I found? Elementary!



W00t! The full collection of Sherlock Holmes! I have been meaning to buy a copy at MPH but it was a little overpriced, lucky I found this copy at the library. Sure return me some of my investments (overdue fines, actually) in them.

I do feel Sir Arthur himself is a little showy in his potrayal of Holmes' ability of logic and deduction, much so that I feel he makes the character quite unrealistic. I love more of the plots and stories and Holmes seems to be more of the narrator than Watson from where I am reading. Watson merely records what Holmes reveals about each sinister case time after time.

Reading about him reminds me of Zhuge Liang from The Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Luo Guan Zhong's epic fictionalized the real state of war and made Zhuge Liang almost god-like and unbelievable. An interesting saying is that Zhuge Liang (who is real, of course), invented the first bun on a big scale. Yup, he made the first bao so that his soldiers can munch on marches and provide much more convenience in rationing. You can call him the first Kong Guan.

I owe it all to him man.

A bit of everything

Just some bits and pieces.



I have been very busy painting my entire house. A fresh coat of paint for the new year and I felt like Phua Chua Kang, minus the yellow boots, perky mole and a good sense of humour. Later on I will be painting again, it's tough work.



I went for a foot massage when I was in Thailand and it was kinda weird. Firstly I am not that used to being rubbed around by a lady I just met, I mean, I don't mind after a movie and a few dinners, but hey, just not so fast OK? Although it was a foot massage, she did press around the inner thigh areas which was, let's find the right word, a tad too uncomfortable. Overall it was not bad, the massage I meant and the price was not that expensive.



And oh, you have to be really clean to buy their merchandise.

It's official

Sigh. Yes, it is cast in stone, done in overtime.

Thank you for the memories Brett.



I was hoping for a Packers-Patriots Superbowl.

Last Holiday for now

Just came back not too long ago from Bangkok, the highlight of which is, very luckily, not to do with the 4.5 days of shopping.

For one, I finally made it to the Grand Palace!



Even before we reached the premises, I was awed by it's majestic grandeur in the distance. Really, it is a place fit for a King.





Another place that we popped by will be Chinatown.



I have heard about the great food, the back alleys of hidden gems as well as the endless streams of herbal and medicine halls. True to the words, I found great food, lots of back alleys with funny stores (one specializing in Halloween costumes, all 'round the year) and alot of chinese halls and goldsmiths.

We popped by the place which was said to have good Bird's nest. Think it is call Nam Seng.







We ordered a tad too much, the portion was strangely generous and another table of Singaporeans had to cancel one of their orders as they had over-ordered unexpectedly. The scallops were fresh and the fried rice fragrant. I was initially worried about the seafood's quality but luckily it was great. The bird's nest was quite a study because they have various classifications and types. I guess most people would order based simply on the prices.

What's an overseas trip without popping by places where you can't find back in Singapore anymore?



The trip was quite tiring, honestly. Shopping was basically the main reason for the travelling and besides the normal Platinum, MBK, Chatuchak, Pratunam, Siam area, CentralWorld and many other allies along the way, there was about 3/4 of day for the Grand Palace and the Chinatown area walkabout.

Oh, you will see these regularly in Thailand.



They are called Zebra Crossings back in Singapore and are meant for pedastrian usage, where cars stop for them to cross. In Thailand, you run for your lives even at the crossings. When we first reached Thaliand and got into a metered cab at the airport, the driver honked at the pedastrian crossing the zebra crossing to get out of the way. It is like playing Frogger in real life.

Overall, it was, OK.



Oh, my girlfriend has two great tasting balls. Tee Hee.



I think I have had enough of Pad Thai for now. I really have to go somewhere else.

What does it mean???

I had a totally whacked dream.

I was walking along some pavement when Huijing popped out from nowhere and gave me a Sistic ticket for some unknown event. I remember talking to her about the event and then I just continue walking on, as she suddenly vanished. Judy came along and asked me some things that made me laugh. The banter hammered with crude comments and lame jokes carried for a while along the pavement when she suddenly disappeared as well and Vincent came and took her place. Like a page out of magical realism, I casually changed the conversation to my new work place and how I can meet him for lunches in the future, should he decided to stay.

I vividly recall the walk took a while before I found myself suddenly alone in front of some hall. Jester came towards me and asked, in his unique tone, of where I was earlier. I went on to tell him we should meet up more in the future after the previous plan to meet up failed.

Some people came in and went out but I couldn't remember who they are nor what they did.

It's all very complicated. I am blogging this quickly as nobody can remember their dreams after a while.

It's weird.

Have you ever had those funny dreams with alot of random people and alot of different scenes? Scientfically dreams make no sense but hey, sure is fun thinking back about it.

A can of sardines

Taken at Bugis, December, 2007. If someone breaks a fart here everybody is going to die.

I hate crowded places, seriously.

I avoid Orchard Road, town and places where people go there just to squeeze. The irritating people that walks very slowly down right at the middle of the walkway in front of you, taking their own sweet time and blocking everybody at the back. That group of delinquents that form a straight horizontal line and forming a human barricade. The random asinine lady that consistently appears and walks into your path but looks in the opposite direction at the shoes on discount.

It pains me to feel some sweaty dude's sticky arms and requesting the countless "Excuse Me" to deaf ears.

That's prolly why I am either at home or in some remote part of the island.

At least then the only person that irritates me, is myself.

Lai Lai, tuck in

I have to say this is the most productive of me ever in blogging. It may be some filler-materials to some of you, but hey, this is the average amount of posts I make in, say, a month.

Tuck in, enjoy while I still have the time.

I took this photo during a lunch with my previous colleagues. It was a fun time then, too bad I had to move on.

Iowa - Where it all began?

You may have the best speech writers but you seriously, it was a really good delivery. Obama really made the speech work, especially near the end.

The surprise for me was that Edwards got a percentage higher than Clinton's. Proves that perceived past prestige and bags full of money won't solve everything.

Wonder when politics in Singapore can become so interesting.

Potatoes in disguise!

Its Optimash Prime!

Autobots, transform and literally, roll out!

The Extra-Ordinary

I have always been meaning to post this up but I didn't get a chance to, largely due to the fact that I am lazy. It was when I chanced upon it on Youtube again did I remember about it.

Paul Potts of Britan's Got Talent. He went on to win the competition in June 2007 and performed for The Queen of England at the Royal Variety.

Like what Simon Cowell said at the end, "I like shows where somebody isn't a professional, has a talent, isn't aware of it, has a normal job, and then you see something else. I like that."

When I write (if it can ever be called writing), I tend to write mostly about the seemingly ordinary people around us, the everyday Joes and Janes you see everyday. The auntie sitting by the side of her stall, the boy that hops over the zebra crossing and the person sitting next to you on the bus. Every event that involves us is unique, every adversity we face is a story in the making, every attempt we make is a legacy to be told.

Things are much different if you look in another perspective.

That little bit of extra.

The Extra-Ordinary.

The spot on the window

The next time you are on the train or in a car, focus on a dried water drop or a spot of dirt on the window while the vehicle travels along its route.

Watch as the background scenery flashes by, becoming a vague block of water colors.

That's life. Sometimes we focus on a little issue or situation and didn't realise what we are missing.