I was at Yishun stadium today when i saw this uncle in his 50s (i guess...probably older) and he striked a friendly conversation with me. Lo and behold, he has already ran 40 laps(!!!) and claims that he can still hit a timing of 9-10 min for his 2.4km run. nothing to be sceptical about. that's what i call inspiration.

Was happily sauntering towards parco bugis from NLB when my group decided to have dinner. and we walked past Chilli Padi Cafe, the famous Park Lane Fried Wanton Mee and ended up in between Yu Kee Duck Rice and Tong Sheng Coffeeshop. Horror of horrors, i dont know what possessed us to go ahead into tong sheng coffeshop, under the auspices of 2lt ho teck hon, who had dinner there once on the 2nd floor (airconditioned and aptly named "TS Cafe") and even had TV to boot. every dish that we ordered turned out wrong: the minced chicken noodles, fried wanton noodles AND shredded chicken noodles were actually pepper noodles, which were actually more chewy than licorice srings. The only variables were the type of toppings that were added, futile in masking the overpowering taste of pepper and chilli. The lor mee was too watery and the noodles harder than over-baked cookies. and the sliced fish soup was well, fishy. Overall rating: XXXXX out of *****. Never ever in your right mind go there, unless u are trying to impress (in the literal sense) a date whom you know you dont want to see again. FYI, it's just next to Yu Kee Duck Rice opposite parco Bugis MOS burger. No wonder Sir didnt order from the menu. i guess the food there suited the palates of other people, whom apparently didnt order what we ordered but generous helpings of bigger than thou siew mais, which i think would have been wonderful if they came straight from Yum Cha. but no matter, the coffeeshop is officially no.1 on my blacklist and will be for eternity.

A pious man explained to his followers: "It is evil to take lives and noble to save them. Each day I pledge to save a hundred lives. I drop my net in the lake and scoop out a hundred fishes. I place the fishes on the bank, where they flop and twirl. 'Don't be scared,' i tell those fishes. 'i am saving you from drowning.' Soon enough, the fishes grown calm and lie still. et, sad to say, i am always too late. The fishes expire. And because it is evil to waste anything, i take those dead fishes to market and i sell them for a good price. With the money i receive, i buy more nets so i can save more fishes." - Anonymous.

Adapted from Saving Fish From Drowning by Amy Tan

At first i didnt make head or tail of that. In fact, i found it quite ludicrous. Only till later on in the book did i find out that it's all about perspectives. Who's saved? Who's not? Be aware of the consequences. Killing as an inevitable consequence of helping. How in your face...

A certain enlistee of mine claimed to have family problems and insisted that he book in the following day. as even my pc couldnt ascertain whether it was a genuine case and IMO i seriously doubted it (so wad if the accused has mentioned it before, i dont care), he was given the benefit of the doubt AND the privilege to book in the next day. conniving slut. i strongly suspected he had a wild nights out and booked in the next day, smug that he had outsmarted the system. even the cos said that he was not at home when called. or perhaps he was indeed at home, consoling his mom. but seriously, too many coincidences make a pattern. too many patterns make a scam! and when he booked in the next day, there was a perfectly orchestrated accident whereby the accused suffered a fall which resulted in swollen feet larger than pigs' trotters, alleged the COS. oh wadever. seems like the confinement will have to wait. or i shld make it a forefeiture of days off. since he will have att c to cover the off days anw.