DAMN SHIT

i must be losing it. i cannot remember myself being so hard working. in fact, it's so hardworking that i find it absolutely disgusting.

i was never a firm believer of the equation work is directly proportional to results. never mind.

BY asked me the other day, hey! helicopter! point to a chinhook. "yeah that's a chinhook. big yeah?"

she then splurted," is the apache an attack helicopter?"

"no, they're red indians native to north america and they got wiped out."

BY," ......................................................................"

the longest coldest deadliest stare ever. she could melt a stone with those eyes.

i've met my match, i tried my macdonalds and shell are from the same parent company on some rugggers today. for a moment i thought they bought it and i was gonna tell them i shitted them when one of the said rather sacarstically i might add," and hamburgler is the CFO..."

damn shit i say. damn shit!

rugby meeting was better, somebody got arrowed to go for a site recce on sunday at sentosa. when the president asked him so is he going he said," if i need to go, then i'll go. since i need to go, i guess i have to go." okay, lame but it was the way he said it. priceless AS picture perfect.