My Night Out

I decided to upload this entry. Obviously Kristy’s taking a little longer than expected to get the pictures going.

Zouk’s wine bar last Saturday night was astounding. I wonder how LX and I managed to wring through the hordes just to acknowledge recognizable faces. Nearly everyone from the flying club was there to drink and mingle and have a great time. Drinks were free flowing that night (courtesy of Reynard) and LX and I had a couple ourselves, half-smiling at everyone familiar we had eye contact with through the lanky bar. It was fun, and it would be nice if they would separate the smoking area from the not, then the whole place wouldn’t be chocked with polluting elements floating around in the thin air.

This girl (trust me, I think I know her name, it wouldn't be nice if she reads this yeah?), an older alumnus who I have absolutely no intentions to get acquainted with was dressed like what I thought as a hooker that night in an unadulterated white number. With a cigarette in hand, she resembled Marylyn Monroe, scouting for species in the opposite sex to mingle with.

I shall stop my analysis right there.

It wasn’t long before Darren went looking for us again to confirm the people going to Keith’s. Thank goodness for Yang JJ to join in (LX and I have been searching frantically for people who drove in that night, we needed a transport over desperately :p). And it wasn’t until we were hitting the highway that Darren reminded JJ that should a traffic police stop his ride and did a breathalyzer on the him, AND if he failed even though he was ULTRA sober, the other passengers in his car holding a driving license automatically gets demerits as well. Great because the four of us would get it and LX would be the only one amused. So yes, God suddenly gets 4 extra prayers to his busy schedule.

Keith’s place in Bukit Gombak was exactly the way I had remembered it, red glows from the altar. This time he had a little cute Shitzu, and boy is that dog an active worker. Obviously, his puppy lived in a very deprived stipulation (if you know what I might be referring to ;p). It was hilarious the way it would hop onto Kenneth’s (who came later with KJ) leg and “you know”. Talk about obscenity. And Kenneth sure is pissed (:D).

So I should stop relating further, LX and I didn’t get home till 6:30 in the morning. I’ll post a couple of good pictures when Kristy remembers to upload them. We will never know when.

Little Me

This is another saddest day in my life.

I wonder how many days of sadness is a person allowed to have before he takes his last on this cruel and unmerciful earth.

To all the happy people out there, I can only wish to consume just 1/8 from that cup of blissfulness you selfishly keep to yourselves, tonight.

Someone Special

A special friend of mine turned 21 today, and he’s comfortable keeping it really low. I wonder how much effort it would take for him to just feel happier, for once. Where is that charming bloke who used to want to take me out every time for a "drink thing"? Each time I see him, guilt creeps up like tree vines all over my skin and I hate it.

The last I’ve heard, he’s been on and off a few intense relationships. Great though I have no idea why they were all short lasting. Keith’s a great guy, good looks, emotionally thoughtful and extremely participative in every event you can think of (I have absolutely no misgivings about my baby ;p), but he needs to move out, get a new life and live it out.

Well as a start, he needs to lose that cigarette (:D).

So yes, to any of you unbiased ladies acting disinterested and would slave surreptitiously for a fix up, you may begin your offerings.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not auctioning my friend and this is no pity plea. And I’m not going to stick his picture here for you freaks to ogle at. He’s my friend for heaven’s sake, someone I actually bothered to keep within reach in my circle of fine associates. Its just depressing thinking about him right now, putting on his shoes into a life I would never remise about in the winter.

And I can’t wait for Saturday. Lixin’s planning to throw him a little belated party (and you can sue the airforce for the cause of that :[) to celebrate his birth 21 years ago (wow, I must have sounded like a historian).

“Nth much to celebrate. Ha. Thanks anyway.”

We'll see about that sweetie, count on it.

Mail Woes

For the first time, I actually thought of writing typing something worth musing about since after I had absent mindedly misplaced the better side of my surreptitious life. Obviously the holidays aren’t going to make me produce any more interesting literature than I had already done before.

I have.

So I finally picked up the phone today to call the university, hoping that their technical specialists could enlighten the situation that I have tangled upon for mighty weeks, a unique password change. For a start I don’t even know who to call, since they have expediently omitted the technical support number on their webpage that I have been redirected to to change my password. Then, a pleasant sounding lady transferred me to the appropriate line, which is well guess what, WebCT.

Right I should have known.

So the automated voice kept me on hold, repeating that same first phase of Kenny G song before interrupting to remind me that “they” appreciate me holding on to the line. God I hate these automated human voice, and to think that the person who invented this tool thought he was related to Einstein. So after an agonizing fifteen minutes which also equates to 900 seconds or one quarter of an hour, someone finally picked up the call, and she actually sounded alive.

Voice,	“Hello WebCT.”
Elf Lady,	“At last!”
Voice,	“Can I help you?”
Elf Lady,	“Yes. I have this huge problem trying to log into the student services ever since my password expired like, god knows when, and the system wouldn’t let me change my password because it isn’t unique enough apparently, which is peculiar because for the first, I did not reuse any of my previous passwords and secondly I had gone to such mad stage whereby I’ve started making up bizarre words that you can use to name a new planet or Stars Wars character, whatever, so yes, please tell me your system is breaking down.”
Voice,	“Um, can I have your student id?”
I gave her my student id.
Voice,	“Okay have you tried using upper case numbers and lower case letters?”
What the hell does an upper case number give you?
Elf Lady,	“Do you mean upper case and lower case alphabets and also include numbers? What! I’m suppose to do that?”
Voice,	“Yah, you never read instructions?”
I’m not unintelligent but the thing is, the conditions aren’t stated on the password changing page.
Elf Lady,	“Listen madam, the programmer who put up that page didn’t include guidelines you know. So you’re sure that once I have done that, I won’t have any problems logging in, because I can’t imagine myself picking up the phone and dialing your office again and going through that mechanical voice.”
Voice,	“Yes, should be fine, any problems you just call back.”

Is she even listening?

I hung up, displeased. I was expecting a tougher solution. Still, I had to clear my emails. So I went in and got redirected to the password changing page, AND successfully changed my password.

And then I saw this.

So that’s how they handle cases of flooded mailbox, by simply closing your account. Cool! I couldn’t help but smile peevishly when I think about all that junk material from useless clubhouses that I have innocently returned them. On that thought, perhaps I should just let my school mail flood up more often.

Have I ever mention how I felt about the school’s email system?