Fascinating India!

Took me quite a while to update since I came back from India. But well, here it is anyway. Better late than never. Hurhurhur.

To the peeps who think I will smell like an Indian after I came back, you're friggin' racist can?! Hahaha. Yeah, if I were an Indian, I would be very pissed to hear that. But I don't think I smell funny lah *smells my armpit*. My conclusion is that only southern Indians might smell funny because of the coconut oil they put, but the places I went to are located in northern India (Mumbai and New Delhi). Ok, shall stop discussing about this lest ISD people come catch me for disrupting social harmony. Hehe.

So it was fascinating India all right. Quite a change from the tall buildings and the gleaming skyscrapers you associate with modern cities. There are just a few of those around, and mainly littered shanty towns and slums; some made out of cardboxes and zinc sheets. One can see both the rich and poor live side by side, with scant recognition of the other while going about their daily lives. Street vendors will peddle their wares whenever your car stops before the traffic junction. Sometimes, the odd beggar women with her child in tow will knock on your car window asking for some spare cash. So it is important that you keep your car doors locked in India at all times, partly also to prevent robbery.

The streets are almost never empty, and the roads are bumpy and full of potholes. Driving on the streets of mumbai and delhi is quite a challenge indeed. More so when people there use the bloody horn like nobody's business. Interesting also is that some vehicles (mainly buses) have the sign painted on the back asking them to "Please horn OK".

Oh, there are also plenty of motorcycles there. Mainly models you most probably won't find anywhere else, only exclusive to the Indian market. Honda has quite a presence with its range of Unicorn, Legend and Hero models, and the rest is made up of Yamahas, the cool looking Bajajs and a few of the Royal Enfield classics. But however cool my bike is, I won't even consider riding there, not unless I insure myself with all the insurance companies I can find there. Hahaha.

But among the chaos is the beauty of it all. Being messy still looks good in a sort of way. It was an eye opener and when I describe India as fascinating, I mean it in every sense of the word. There are quite a number of historic landmarks and monuments left behind by ancient dynasties in India, as well as by its colonial masters - the british. I believe there are plenty more which I haven't seen, particularly mother nature in India, which I'm sure can rival any place in the world. The Himalayas being one of them.

I would recommend people going to India at least once in their lifetime, however bad an impression you might have of India being that hot and sweaty place swarming with bad smelling people. It is not that bad actually, not even anything close to your preconceived ideas of India. The weather in Delhi was actually quite cooling with a constant breeze blowing in your hair.

For sure, I will be back again.

Survivor: India

The owner of this blog is going on a 4 day spiritual journey to India.

During this period, all forms of personal communication will be cut off, and the owner will be uncontactable by any means. However, if you insist on talking to him, you will have to travel to the steep chasms off the Khasgar pass where you may just have the chance to catch him meditating in a remote cave near the Hindu Kush mountains... ...

I was joking of cos!!! (-_-")

Ready or not, here I come India!!!

When the going gets tough... get tougher!!!

The past week was pretty hectic. Finally, I felt useful for once. This coming after weeks of quite relaxing working life, including the frequent travels overseas where I had to jot down information and make own notes of how to go about doing things in our line of business.

There is much to learn, beyond the polycarbonates, polyacetals and the polyphenylene ethers that the world of plastics has to offer. A sales job is essentially a crucial job. As my colleague mentioned, we are the window person for our company - transmitting the vital information to the rest of the organization to follow up on the particular issue. Also, we are providing a service. And that very fact means we are literally at the beck and call of our customers. Which also means we will take the shit that gets smeared on our face, then go back and complain that it stinks. Hahahaha.

Like what happened last week when this unreasonable bugger tries to make life difficult for you, you must put on your best, smile and reason your way through. He's gonna get tired of all the ranting and see what's the next best alternative for both parties anyway.

So there you go, my very first meeting with a customer one-on-one with my trader who tried to help but wasn't really helpful there. Aiighht.

O' FATE! HOW YOU LIKE TO TEASE ME!!!

I was at Scotts Isetan shopping at some stupid "private" sale for members only. Not to mention, it was a sucky experience. There was a mountain of people, and ugly singaporeans they are. They are the reason why I don't like to go to such sales. That's because it is where they bring out the worst in some people. All that for just a few dollars saved or that elusive dress at that particular size. WTF. I would rather pay the original price just to shop with less people and more breathing space.

I was expecting to get a samsonite bag there for my frequent travels overseas. But all the good stuffs have already been snapped up lah, as usual. Its all priscillia's (my good elder half sister, not the fat and evil one) fault lah, ask me go shopping. Anyway let's call her pris from now on, if not everytime have to type so many words, lechey lah. So I ended up buying something else instead. A Braun Buffel passport holder, going at 25% off the usual price. Quite an impulse buy, I must say. But I needed one anyway, though it cost quite a lot compared to cheap leather holders you can get at bugis village.

Thought that my sucky day would make me tens of dollars poorer due to the previous buy, but nothing would make me more happy than to meet my crush at the bus stop outside Lucky Plaza!She's the girl who takes the 8:30am bus no. 60 to eunos interchange with me on some days! What a coincidence man, fate really likes to tease me, ain't it?

At that moment, a thousand million brilliant plans began to hatch from my imaginative mind on how to make her notice me. But... sad to say, I can't carry them out even when I myself felt that the plans were foolproof. It is because there is something I can't control - The east wind. As what 诸葛亮 would say:＂万事具备，只欠东风＂I can't conjure the wind out of nothing. The bus was too empty at that point in time for me to carry my plans out.

With the fire doused, I settled onto a nearby seat before admiring her sweet, girl-next-door look from afar. Perfect... heaven sent... Ok time to wake up kiat! You lack guts, you lack deescherpleen! You lack balls!

As the bus starts to fill up, another evil plan starts to hatch again. Again, I am amazed by how creative I can get. We would get off at the same stop together, and I would get up first, walk down the aisle but stop where she is to say: "After you..." in the manliest voice possible! Then she will smile at me in the sweetest way possible and say: "Thank you..." Wahahaha!!! STEADY POM PEE PEE LAH!!!

Again, when it was time to do the deed, she got up damn early before the bus stop and walked off already, not even giving me time to prepare. SIANNNZZZZzzz... (-___-")

That is LIFE man. Some people have it good, some people have it bad. Just ask my friend Doong, whom I suspect is Tua Peh Kong's reincarnation on earth. Anyway, she's most probably engaged lah, going by the ring on her 无名 finger. So stop your stupid fantasies kiat! hahaha!!!

Bruce Lee's kungfu fighting!

There is a reason why Bruce Lee can be so cocky. That is because he was the best there is, and the best there ever will be... but that doesn't give him the right to trash talk like nobody's business! Hahaha. To that, I'm pretty sure "The Rock" must have taken a cue from the legendary fighter himself.