Bollocks

If you say the word "BOLLOCKS" very fast and many, many times, it will sound like BLOGS.

Quick, say: BOLLOCKS BOLLOCKS BOLLOCKS BLLOCKS BLOGS BLOGS...BLOGS!

I love to go a-bollocking
Along the Mountain Trail
And as I go, I love to sing
"My Brain Is Not Yet Back"

valdereeee valderaaaa
valdereeee valderahahaha

Old vs Young Part I

Another office conversation...

ME: Eh Boss, why can't we have something like the Lifetime Achievement Award?
BOSS: What the hell is that?
ME: You know, like the one Brian Richmond got for all the donkey years he put in for his radio works...
BOSS: And what is the purpose?
ME: Well...to recognise the long and loyal service from older people like me in the Department...
BOSS: And why would we want to do that?
ME: To retain...ummm...oh OK.

For the price of one old person you can actually get 2 new, young, highly educated person to slog and do your bidding. Cut cost and increase productivity (assuming young can produce more than old, ceteris paribus). When the economy is down the math becomes simpler.

MLM and The Pyramid

Now I understand what is the difference between a legitimate MLM and a con-job that is The Pyramid. The former makes profit from selling genuine products while the latter makes money (& scam) from recruitment. So the difference, the one that truly differentiate an honest business from a Scam is the source of profit. See, I am a genius (this, after years of pretending that I know what it is all about when people talk about MLM / Pyramid marketing).

But...do bear in mind that some "pyramiders" (OK, this term is my own invention) do try to cloak their heinous criminal intent by selling useless product when what REALLY happened is that they still earn through recruitment (pocket the fees from these suckers who joined under them, sometimes even give them fancy-shmancy titles to boot).

Worst is when the Pyramid collapse, everything else collapses too: relationships, family, even life as one knows it.

Anyone want to sell me bottles of oxygenated water? :)

Normal

I have this nagging feeling that Blogging is for, and by NORMAL people. People who are too normal with normal events happening in their everyday, normal life. How else could you account for the millions of Blogs having entries like these: " Today, I ate a hamburger. It was the best day ever" or post a picture of a very normal say, jeans, and declare that " Hey, I bought those!". Like, wow! YOU bought those! You go girl!

OK. I blog too. That is why I am of no exception. I am too normal (though my parents and the entire Pasir Ris neighbourhood may beg to differ) and lead a very normal life with normal events happening every farking normal hours!!! Ooops.

Then again, I'll opt for normal anytime. Being Superman is very tiring, being Wonder Woman is tiring, being the Best is also very tiring.

Terrorism Awareness

Terrorism Awareness

Attended a talk on Terrorism organised by some Ministry.

The content of the Talk was great, but what gnawed at my bones were the delivery, and the deliverer of the presentations. I do not expect wonderfully made-up powerpoints (eh, this is Gahmen body for godsake) nor do I expect finnesse and great articulation of the subject matter by the presenter. But I do expect a certain kind of minimum standard of English, both written and spoken.

Meself is no guru of English either (as exculpatorily evidenced from this blog) but it irks me to no end when a high ranking officer spout half-baked english in a setting that should pride a high level of standard in communication.

For example, emblazoned big and clear in the powerpoint presentation was this phrase;
"THIS ITEM CAN BE MAKE BY USING AMMONIUM..."

So I thought that it was a typo of sort but then the presenter himself said, "This Item can BE MAKE....". Sigh. Am not sure if self is just picky to make up for the frustration of having to attend the Talk, or was truly concerned for the standard of english presented by our officers of higher offices.

The presenter also took it upon himself to be as clear and comprehensible as possible and seems to have decided that talking like how one would at a kopitiam meet the objective. Fortunately no free play of Singlish, but then again there were totally no sentence construction, or attempt to make one. Then theres one who, without fail, would punctuate his sentence with "OK". Every single time. Really. Not only was he oblivious to the giggling and mocking "ehem" from the audience but was somehow....encouraged? Perhaps that, and his other kopitiam antics were part of his social repertoire to touch base with the audience. Touched he did, our funny bones.

OK. Enough complain already. In all fairness, it was a good and informative session, albeit the tendency to repeat points already made half a dozen times irritates one to the core.

Am tired. The fasting month is into the 2nd day, and so far so good for meself. Lena is fasting too, and sometimes me worried about her exerting herself this way considering that she is into her 8th month pregnancy.