Archive for December 2006

A Visit from Saint Nicholas

A Visit from Saint Nicholas
by Clement Clark Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

Cut me some slack

Sometimes, those people at Mindef can really get on your nerves.

It was lunch time. Like all normal working adult, I went out for lunch during lunchtime. Going out for lunch means no pda/pen/paper/watsoever with me. I got an SMS from Mindef telling me to call this number to listen to a message. Knowing that its most likely going to be another ICT or amber manning date, I decided to call later when I’m back in office. After all, I need a paper or something to jot down the dates right?

Less than a minute later, my phone rang. Its the same number that I’m suppose to call to listen to the message. When I pick up the phone, a computerise system told me to key in my NRIC number so that I can listen to the message.

HELLO…. I got your SMS less than a minute ago. Can you cut some slack? If I’m free now, I would had called you after recieving your SMS. But I’m out for lunch. Where the freaking hell do I find something to jot down the info that you are giving me?

Perhaps those people at Mindef thinks that everyone carries a black notebook with rubberband in their pocket.

And its not some life and death issue. Nobody is invading Singapore anytime soon. Not even a single rifle is pointing towards our direction now. They just telling me my alert amber manning period. Which, in case you are wondering, is 2 freaking months away from now.

Si bei kiasu leh.

iPod Blended

I was laughing whilst watching this video.

And they really put it up on ebay. For charity of course.

Check out more stuff that they blend.
Just wondering… is there anything that this thing can’t blend.

Pervert at AMK MRT

I saw a pervert at the AMK MRT male toilet.

While I was queuing for my turn, I notice this Indian guy at the urinal, acting suspiciously. Firstly, he is at the urinal for exceptional long time. Then he wasn’t really concentrating at his business. Instead, he keep looking left and right.

Luckily I get to use the urinal furthest away from him. When I’m done, he is still at the urinal. Finding it strange, I took my own sweet time washing my hands. When I’m done, he is still standing there. Either he is a pervert or his bladder have problem.

Since I’m waiting for my friend, I sat outside the toilet to see if he comes out or not. My friend arrives 10 minutes later. So I went into the toilet to ‘wash my hands’ and also check…….

That guy is still there! At the same spot. For the past 10 minutes!
Legs not tired 1 meh? Wah piang…. pervert leh.

Christmas present from bottle

Just recieve a Christmas present from the mailbox.

A $10 note. :)

Actually, I don’t really know the person. All I know is his blog nick is Bottle and I’ve been to his blog a few times via ping.sg.

Thanks for the early Christmas present.
I’ll go think of something to buy with that $10.