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This is a new online shop I've just created...

Where I doodle some designs and put 'em up for sale.

Feel free to come by. Take a look. Buy Alot.

http://www.cafepress.com/jartefacts

A little morning exercise

The mighty finger of god directed me to a security tentage setup just outside the forbidding stone walls of the US Embassy here. Finger of the security guard that is....

Now picture this scenario on a drizzling and wet Monday morning, where there are some rows of wooden tuckshop-style benches for the people to sit and await their turn for a miserable US visa. I didn't pay too much attention to signages or whateva of that sort as I conveniently sat down on an empty spot between this well-dressed and banker looking Indian chap, and a not-so-well-dressed-but-passable Indian lady.

I can't say this for everyone but I'm usually very much aware of my surroundings, even though I may actually seem to be pretty darn serious about dripping off the rainwater from my umbrella and velcro-ing it neatly.

It is commonly fairly intimating, or vaguely irritating, when one stares, but I could tell that everyone along the bench was covertly staring at me. Every single one of them yes. After some discreet investigation of my own, I realised that there's actually a queue. A proper queue where good adhering citizens line up for their turn, despite all of us having a prearranged appointment time.

However at this particular moment of indecisiveness on my part, an auntie and her fairly adult son came along and plonked down beside me. One can only imagine the heartwrenching turmoil and utter helplessness of our poor citizens further down the bench... most probably feeling unjust, but simply not doing anything much about it.

Don't misunderstand me. I have good manners and will move to the back of the line almost immediately if not for this brief arrival of freshmen...

You must understand that firstly, it's a rainy day and all the other vacant benches were not taken, for a good enough reason that they are wet. Secondly, there's like a totally dry bench at the start of the queue... virgin and untouched by the sacred bottoms of visiting Singaporeans in their quest of bluer skies and greener pastures... So the people at the front of the queue that came earlier than me are just simply idiots.

The best part of my morning then fitted into the picture...

"You. Yes you. What tum is gor interwwiew one? Just now forget ask." asked the security guard. "7.45am" I said.
"Oh then go into the security check la.. dunnid wait. The other people here are all later one." he exclaimed loudly.

Fantastic. Sometimes being kiasu doesn't quite equate to getting you anywhere faster.

Wii're so happy

Due to an unfortunate visit to my dear friend Aloy in New York a few weeks ago, I have been sucked and entrapped into playing with a vibrating white thing in my hand..

No my lovely comrades, it's not what you think it is. It's just Wii.

I must give some credit to my good friend, Norman, as well, for he first got me started. But it wasn't until I slept with Wii that night in NY that we developed a deeper degree of inseparable understanding.

It was a one-night stand I must admit… But it rocked the very foundations of my existence. This is something I’ve been saving all these past 27 years for… Yes, all S$650 worth of it.

On a lighter note, my wonderful friends and I have had just about a most brilliant field day yesterday playing some badminton, watching a Stewie exclusive DVD over some pizza, and waving our hands frantically trying to strangle the other who has a Wii console in their hands..

Rock on after I’m off fellas...