Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sold
Hurt myself tis morning after i was injured by a box of chicken essence. Can you believe it? Stupid me for sleeping late last nite. Not tat i dun wan to sleep but juz cant sleep. Insomia??? Most prolly since i had history of it.
Still trying to get use to my new baby. After all, i had been using nokia since my 1st fone.
Met sh at Orchard MRT. Went to Mobile Square to fix our fone screen protector. Shop is located at Far East. Our Martin Field screen protector costs us $32 which includes the camera portion.
Din know that Scotts Food Court was no longer around for quite some time as I still dragged sh to search for it. No more BK at Far East too. So we ended up sharing KFC buddy meal. Dar dar met up with us after his work. Returned to Mobile Square to fix his fone. While waiting, i decided to sell my N73 for 300 bucks after finding the price ok. Where to find such gd price......
Saturday, October 27, 2007
My 1st SE Fone
Took & changed bus at Simei to go Great World City. Waited around 5~15mins before the bus arrived. It was a long long journey. To make it worse, I'm stuck in few traffic jams. Almost late for appt. Waited for the rest at Mac. Thot of selling their old fones at one of the dealer shop dere since they gave better rates. Ended up the shop owner juz gave excuse tat he quoted Daryl wrong rate when he went to ask last nite. Hence, they din sell their fones.
Lunch was at Zion Rd market. Had noodle. From there, the 5 of us took bus to Orchard. Went Sony Ericsson Gallery and was informed by the staff that the model, K850i which we wanted was SOLD OUT. Hard to believe tis as seconds ago we saw another customer purchased it.
The staff there turned so defensive when we tried to reason with them. In the end, we contacted the Gallery at Paragon branch ourselves. The manager promised to keep 3 sets for us when we told him we would be going over there to get it. Told the staff there we would not be getting from them anymore.
Out of the blue, they managed to reproduce 3 sets which we wanted for us. Still kept saying tat it's the best tat they cud do 4 us. We ignored them and proceeded to Paragon. Cliff Lee served us personally when we reached there. Gave our feedback abt the staff attitude at Wisma branch. Rushed off after getting my new fone plus all the freebies which includes photo printer with courtesy from Dave.
Met Patricia while waiting for bus. Talked a bit during the journey. Nice to hear that she got promoted during the last round of promotion.
Tonite is also YES933 金曲奖 nite. Heard the live broadcast from web radio. Congratz to 飛輪海 who won quite a number of awards.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Sick~
Had not been feeling ok since Mon night. Took leave yesterday coz not feeling well. Who knows today is just as bad. Kept feeling nauseous as if pregnant. Finally called to fix doc appt near lunch time. Didn't ate much during the makan session given by Stacy.
Endured until it's time for appt. Diagnosis: URTI with fever of 39 degrees C. Was given MC for tomorrow and Fri. Cancelled Fri leave application which was approved much earlier. Didn't meet up with sh too as really cmi.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
1/2 Day Joy
Applied half day leave to settle some personal stuff. Ended up certain items not able to complete. Left office together with Terence who gave me a ride to Changi Village bus-stop. Met up with him at CV carpark. Left for his errands first before ended up somewhere near Kovan.
After tat, had lunch at Macpherson kway chap. When done, left for Marine Parade for long over-due haircut + colouring. Fell asleep during the haircut process. Bought sleeping baju & some hand wash.
Met up with Kerin & Keith for dinner at Swensen Parkway. Changed watch battery for a hefty $8 at Parkway while waiting for our turn to be served. Ordered Salmon N Mushrooms baked rice & pasta. Jalan jalan around Parkway before chilling out at McCafe for a very short while after dinner.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Warning
Rupiah 100 passing off as S$1
This is from a friend and please take note.
Take a good look at the two coins - the one on the left is a one-dollar coin, the one on the right is 100 rupiah.
A friend of STOMPer Merlin ended up shortchanged - when a drinks stallholder gave her an Indonesian rupiah instead of a Singapore one-dollar coin.
In an email today (26 Sept), the STOMPer said this happened yesterday at Pioneer Mall (Jurong).
'My friend bought drinks at the food court. Our drinks cost $1.40 and so she gave the stall owner $5. The drink stall gave a change of a $2 note, a $1 coin and $0.60, and she just kept it in her wallet without looking," Merlin said.
"Then, after we left the mall, she realised that the $1 that was given to her was in fact a Indonesian Rupiah 100 (equivalent to only S$0.016)!
"After comparison to our S$1, we realised that both look similar. Just want others to beware and take note when people give you coins"
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Beware Of Garbage Trucks
Interesting story from David Pollay (he's a motivation Trainer)....
How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive colleague ruin your day? Unless you're a robot, you are bound to blow your top off. However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly he or she can get back his or her focus on what's important.
Sixteen years ago, I learned this lesson. I learn it at the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what happened.
I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car's back end by just inches!
The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us.
My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean he was really friendly. So, I said, 'Why did you do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!'
And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now called, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck'.
Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. If they happen to dump it on you, don't take it personally.
You just smile, wave, wish them well, and moved on. You'll be happier if you did that rather than fight them.
So this was it: 'The Law of the Garbage Truck'.
I started thinking, how often do I let garbage trucks run right over me?
And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the street? It was that day I said, 'I'm not going to do it anymore.' I see garbage trucks everywhere and everyday. I see the load they're carrying. I see them coming to drop it off. And like my taxi driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.
Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good parents know they have to welcome their kids home from school with hugs and kisses. Teachers and parents know that they have to be fully present and at their best for the people they care about.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. What about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by?
Here's my bet. You'll be happier.
So...love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the ones who don't.
Believe that every thing happens for a reason.
If you get a chance, TAKE IT!
If it changes your life, LET IT!
Nobody said it would be easy...
They just promised it would be WORTH IT
Cheers!
"Life is short. Enjoy the journey."
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Meaning
No doubt, i have ever received tis email before. Still feels touched abt it after reading.
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything o anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see , Mark treasured it ."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.""I have mine too," Marilyn said "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists." That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again . The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day.
And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
One Way To Accomplish This Is: Send this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.
If you're "too busy" to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.
Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. May Your Day Be As Blessed As You Are Special.
Monday, October 1, 2007
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