DOC IV

I've been diagnosed with reactive arthritis. Accordingly to the specialist, this is caused by my recurrent UTI. The body immune system is now reacting in the presence of bacteria and therefore causing swelling & inflammation of my joints. Fortunately, this condition is chronic and can be treated. Though it scares me when I read that some patients take up to 6 months to recover.

I really hope that I will take under 6 months to be up and running.
Now even climbing up & down the stairs seem to be like conquering Mount Everest. Some days, I can't even feel my limbs and am suffering with pain.

WANTED

THIS BOY IS WANTED FOR HOLDING THE HANDS OF MY DAUGHTER!!!

DOC III

I made time to ring my gf, Mdm Quek today and had a nice chat with her catching up on our families, our health, our experiences.

As I shared with her regarding the pain I'm constantly experiencing, she encouraged me to go to the doc for another review and get a proper diagnosis for my health. (As I'm typing and updating my blog, my knee caps are burning with pain.) I'm glad I heeded her advise and got a referral to a specialist. I understand he's a well-known consultant in this field. I will see him tomorrow morning for another thorough checkup.

I spent the rest of my afternoon over lunch, shopping & coffee with another gf, Ms Diva R. She listened patiently to all my complains and pains. After the afternoon outing, I really felt better. I think chatting with my close friends help to heal my pain and suffering.

Journey into the Enchanted Jungle

28 Oct 07, Sun

We decided to spend our Sunday afternoon hiking into Bukit Timah nature reserve. The little one wanted to visit Bambi in the jungle. We hiked for 4-5km, taking around 1.5hrs. Along the way, we enjoyed the greens, looking out for animals (we spotted squrriels, monkeys and different types of lizards and birds). But sorry, no Bambi though. It was extremely cloudy weather and as we were hiking towards the golf course, we heard the storm alert.

Fortunately, we managed to walk out towards Thomson Plaza without meeting the storm. The storm arrived only after we had a drink, nice chicken pies and when we got into the taxi. If only we're so lucky when we purchase lottery or TOTO...

Work In Progress & Completed Artwork

8 Nov 07 - Finally completed my artwork. I love the rainbow & the after rain effect in the sky. Makes me think of rainy season, cool weather, Christmas & putting on black stockings in Singapore. November is one of my favorite months of the year. Maybe because I was born in November or perhaps it makes me think of holidays.

The Raffles Hotel Iconic Doorman

In 1992, we were commissioned to produce a collage artwork for our o-levels art examination. One afternoon, armed with a camera, we went around the streets of Singapore snapping photos of our local scene. I can never forget the day - while taking photos, I was also cursed by ah-mas (who hated having their photos taken due to supersitious reasons). But my girlfriends and I had fun. We even took the opportunity to relax at the Raffles Hotel.

I believe I had 36 photos to select from and my art teacher picked this photo for me to work on. The photo was enlarged and then photocopied to A3 size. Using a carbon paper, I traced the image onto a wooden board and painstaking using bits of magazines and glue to form the collage as close as possible to the photo.

I remembered I spent many nights glued to my little stool, and working on this artwork till wee hours of the morning. Often I was chatting with my friend over the phone as well. MOTH was my regular phonepal. I enjoyed chatting with him while working on my artwork. (But guess what, we never turned our friendship into a relationship)...

My mother kept this artwork for me. Finally, I brought it home. HOME... long time ago, it seems like an impossible dream and wish. It has now been framed and will be mounted on the wall by the man who kept me company during those long nights 15 years ago.

Interestingly, I found an article regarding the iconic doorman. He has aged too (but gracefully)... http://www.raffles.com/rafflesworld/news_05.html

Je Suis Petite

my initial painting

my final work

My painting is completed and now in the right place.

Right in the heart of my daughter's bedroom.

The initial painting was here: http://being30.blogspot.com/2007/09/pour-ma-petite-fille.html

Children

A picture speaks a thousand words.

The smile of a child warms the hardest day.

I wish my arms spread out like the wings of an angel.

To keep my child safe & warm.

When the time is ripe,

to give her the strength to soar to the sky,

& live her dreams.

Emelia the Dolphin?

Filmed at the swimming complex

Daily Visitors

Blue-Throated Bee-Eater










Asian Glossy Starling (nb: eyes are red)









Male Olive-Backed Sunbird






















Black-Naped Oriole

Female Olive-Backed Sunbird

Video of the sunbirds (caught in action in my garden)

These are regular visitors to our garden (sunbirds).
They love visiting our heliconias.
It's wonderful to be entertained by their singing.

Right in front of our home, there is a tree. It is now blossoming with flowers.

We have spotted different species of birds such as the black-naped oriole, glossy starling & last year, we had three bee eaters resting regularly every evening on a wire hung across the rooftops of our opposite blocks.

It's great to be able to spot so many different species of birds from our small little nest.

Doc II

I'm still feeling unwell. The medication that I was taking for water retention didn't seem to help. Rather, I feel more intense pains around my joints, muscles contracting, expanding and I see a visible swell on my right upper thigh.

MOTH advised me to stop the diuretic medications. I contacted the doc as well. His advise was the same as MOTH (I think MOTH can also qualify as a Doc).

The doc thinks I may've arthritics. I've to see him tomorrow morning for a further review and he will send my blood for further tests to see if I'm indeed suffering from arthritics.

Book Review : The Mermaid Chair

Sat, 20 Oct 07

Frankly, I cannot relate to the story at all.

A woman in her 40s (Jessie) has a "happy, peaceful but stagnant marriage", found herself having to return to Egret Island, her childhood home due to her mother who had militated her finger.

Her mother appears to be deeply disturbed. While in Egret Island, Jessie found herself connecting to her past and learning the mystery surrounding the death of her father and her mother's behaviour.

During her short stay with her mother, she found herself falling in love with Brother Thomas (a monk who's about to take his solemn vow) and then distant herself away from her husband. Nearly divorcing him. She questions her future to start a new life with this monk and live away from her husband.

There're scenes of them (Jessie & Bro Thomas) making love... and then her husband finding out about her affair through her paintings. Finally, she has a clear mind, she realised that she loves her husband and returns to him. He forgives her (pretty easily). The End.

Though lots of readers have said it is a touching story, that it's bold to tackle issues of love, betrayal, grief, forgiveness etc, I do not feel the same.

Does this mean that whenever we feel an urge for independence, a need to break away from our routine and our marriage that we go out & meet someone to fall in love? I cannot comprehend the gist of it all. Actually, I shouldn't be judgemental as we all have to make personal choices with our lives.

Doc

Blood test returned showing I've healthy liver, kidney & cholestrol.

But upon closer check, I was told that I've swelling on both legs. So I need to swallow more pills for 1 week to rid the water retention and then the doc will review my condition. If the water retention is healed, case closed.

Else, he will need to have a closer review on my intestinal and womb areas (been swollen and in pain for last 2 weeks).

Seriously, I'm becoming mental and depressed.

I told the doc that it's better if I've been diagnosised with a condition so that the treatment is more precise. I'm sick, sick of taking medication!!! I've been taking antibotics for the past 3 months for UTI and had to bear the aftermath of the cystoscopy. What for? For What?

The doc jotted down his email & mobile no in case I need to contact him after normal hrs. I think he will send me to WOODBRIDGE next. He even suggested anti-depression pills for me. How nice?!?!

Ps. God, pls forgive me for I've sinned! I'm thankful for a complete and healthy body. But the pain that I've to go through sometimes made me feel so down. I hate to be dragging this body and feet along daily.

MTV

Heart of A Mother

I bumped into my colleague after lunch time today. I secretly admire her - her happy and easy going nature, her tall & slender figure (oh... she's real sexy in those pants) + she's a mother to a son and a daughter. I was told she's like a superwoman. Never calling in sick, never taking urgent leave for her children (unlike me).

Today she seemed a little down. I said hi to her but I didn't probe. Suddenly she revealed that her meeting with her superior always go far too long and that it's past lunchtime and she's famished. Finally, she said "I wish I could go home right now to my son and daughter!"

To that I added "No problem, I approve your leave right now. Your children deserves more of you!" (than your stupid superior, I thought to myself).

Her confidence in me made me see that all mothers share the same feelings for their children. No matter how tough a woman is, she's not made of steel, she's entitled to her breaks, her emotional outburst, her yearning to be close to her children.

Tres, Tres Pensees

Thurs, 18 Oct 07

I returned to work after 1.5 days of break. I achieved quite a bit today.

First thing this morning, before heading to work, I went for my blood test.

Then I launched vicious complaints about colleagues who were damn bloody rude (don't know how they became top management). I cannot swallow such abuse. I managed to kick such a fuss that they are now looking into outsourcing the help desk calls.

Finally completed my newsletter, my executive summaries on Pakistan & Myanmar. As I was reading the articles on these countries, I found myself thinking of their country, their lives, their political and economical situation.

In the case of Myanmar, they contribute to 40% of the world's gas export supply. They have abundant of oil and gas resources (and also valuable stones such as ruby, emerald, diamonds). So where did their income go to? The Burmese are so poor that they cannot afford diesel or oil for their vehicles. They can't feed their family and most are starving. Yet, the army general had the money to throw a lavish wedding for his daughter and flaunt it for all to see. It's ironic. A

peaceful demonstration becomes bloody.

I think to Aung San Suu Kyi who gave up her freedom and be under house arrest for the past 12 years; who gave up time with her two children and her husband; who gave up the last chance to see her husband at his funeral... Who would have this courage? Her sacrifices are so great that I cannot describe it with words - for the democracy of Myanmar, for the Burmese, for the cause her father, General Aung San fought and died for the independence of Burma from the British.

On the other side of the world, Pakistan, also experiencing instability due to political situation. On the spot light, a lady as well. Well-known and well-loved by Pakistanis, Benazir Bhutto. She was born to the famous Bhutto family (her paternal grandfather and father were both important figures in the Pakistan political scene). I wonder why then did she turn to corruption during her two terms as Prime Minister? Is she from a society that allows corruption and special powers? And what qualities does she have to enjoy the love from her fellow country men?

I kept studying their pictures. Both ladies have a special air - charisma, beauty, serenity... Though I'm not a Burmese or Pakistani, I can imagine why they are so well-loved by their countrymen. Perhaps when the going gets tough, the heroines are sources of hope and light for the country, for the people, for the people's children.

1.5 day

For sanity sake, I've to sacrifice 1.5 day of leave.

This afternoon, the 3.5 year old & I headed to East Coast Park. I had my sandwich while she munched on her double chocolate chip cookie. Both of us were cordial and we seeked each other's permission to sip the Coke Light. Next we headed to the beach and spent a leisure hour or more, playing on the beach; building sandcastles, digging, laughing & soaking up the sun. When the 3.5 year old took her late afternoon nap, I sneaked out to the nursery where I feasted my eyes on the plants and ended up buying more greens for our home.

Hmm... less money left in the bank account till pay day.
[WHEN'S PAY DAY??? HELL!!!]

MOTH informed me that he plans to cycle to work tomorrow. So my morning is left to my own pace. My plan... take a walk from Bedok Reservoir to Kembangang towards Siglap. Then have my massage session. Guys, I'll killed two birds with one stone. First the walk will serve as my exercise and then stop at the spa to have 1.5 hr looooooooooooong of massage. Wooowwwww.... are you envious? Hehe. Then pick up the little one and meet my mom over lunch.

If time permits, I will finally get to spend the $50 book voucher which one of my colleague had given me as a gift due to the organisation of the last seminar. I had the voucher since June but I didn't get to spend it. Pathetic, right?

This is the story of my life.

Ps... Btw, I just realised I misplaced the $50 book voucher. Really pathetic, right? Now that I find time for shopping, my voucher is missing. Growwwwwwwllllll...

I'm so tired

Another 10 weeks to go before we head off for our year-end break.

But I am not sure how much longer I can wait.

I had a really hard day at work today absorbing all the negative energies, listening to people's grumbles, people lashing out at me from 8.30am to end of work day. Cool huh???

I had a wicked thought. Call in sick? Apply for couple of days leave giving the excuse that I'm mentally screwed up? Or that I'm a victim of abuse in a F****H COMPANY!
"Hello, I thought you are a country of culture. How come you produce uncultured people?"

I may just go in to the office tomorrow and submit my leave application. Can't tahan and then go for daily massages to relieve my heavily toxin body.

Monkeys IV

I really like to thank my MOTH for cleverly suggesting and purchasing me a pair of silicon ear plugs.

The MONKEYS at Blk 114, Bedok Reservoir Rd, 6th level, can continue their rigorous night military training while I utilised my highly effective ear plugs to rest.

One night, they had their military training up to midnight. I was so peeved off, I rang the police. MOTH & I then proceed with our little investigation. We went to the opposite block to have a better view of the Monkeys' home. (MOTH even brought along our digital camera to zoom in to their actions).

Too bad, they shut all the windows of their home (bedrooms, living room, balcony, kitchen). At that point, I was cursing under my breath hoping they will suffocate with the lack of air circulation. Our findings - at 12am that weekday, there were signs of husband & wife monkeys watching telly (apparently, one in the living rm, the other in the bedroom). All the bedrooms are still lighted up. This meant, their 3 little monkeys are still up and running. My gosh, are these little monkeys aliens?

I cannot comprehend how their parents allow them such a late night bedtime. My little one usually goes to bed by 9pm.

Book Review - Not Without My Daughter

Sat, 13 Oct

It evolves around the marriage between Betty (an American lady), Moody (her Iranian husband) and Mathob (their daughter). Betty was persuaded by her husband to take a 2 weeks holiday in Iran and to visit his family. Though she had ill feelings about this trip, she decided to agree to it.

2 weeks went by, Betty realised that Moody had no intentions to return to America. He wanted to stay in Iran. She & Mathob were held captive by Moody, constantly abused and unwell due to unhygienic living conditions. They cannot return to America without their passports and due to Iranian laws (they cannot travel without the written consent of the head of the family, ie her husband). Needless to say, their marriage failed. She spent days after days planning, plotting their escape from Iran. In the book, she described her difficulties to seek help and to trust people. There was no way she was leaving Iran without her daughter. She couldn't risk leaving her daughter behind with her father and his family. She cannot imagine what they will do to her.

After nearly 1.5 years of imprisonment in Iran, she found a way out! They had to journey through long hours of car journey into the border of Iran and crossing Turkey. (It wasn't an easy trip - cars, trucks, horses, walking in mountain with the thick snow). In Turkey, they were able to seek the assistance of the US Embassy who repatriated them home.

I enjoyed reading the book and I'm sorry for such misfortune to have fallen onto this lady & her young child.

Read it but with an open-mind. This is simply Betty's experiences with the Iranian, the country, & Islamic religion. I am sure there are also warm and loving sides of Iranian & Iran waiting to welcome others.

Initiative

Sometime this week, I returned home from work to hear May telling me, "M'aam, the photos of you when you were young... you look thin ahh...".

Hmm... excuse me??? Are my ears hearing right?
My helper has not once but on couple of instances taken her "initiative" to comment about my figure aka my weight.

Yes, I was slim when I was in my teens aro 15-16 years old. 16 years later, I must've put on around 13-15 kg and maintaining the current weight for the past 3.5 years since I had the little one.

Whenever she made comments about people's weight or figure, I chose to ignore her or change the topic. I was shocked as there was once she said, "You know that little girl (the 3.5 year class mate), she has a nice figure...".

Seriously when she said that, I nearly fainted. Imagine that May is commenting about the figure of a young child barely 4 years old. Is this right? To her comment, I simply said "Sorry May, but I don't notice people's figure." That shut her up.

Instead of taking "initiative" to pin point others' shape, size & figure, I wish she takes more initiative and pay more attention to tidy up our fridge and cabinets.

I've always spotted & thrown out expired food products, medication, etc.
Thank goodness, I'm pretty vigilant to spot check on the shelf life of these items. Otherwise, the whole family may experience food poisoning or the 3.5 year old may suffer poisoning from expired medication.

She never fails to amaze me with her "packing method". Simply chuck everything together and dump them into the cabinets. She doesn't know what she's packing, or read labels, brands, instructions at all.

When I pinpoint to her where the items are, she simply said "I didn't notice." How can anyone pack without noticing what they are packing? If I've the time (hopefully soon), I will reorganise the kitchen cabinets (currently messily swamped with plastic containers and god knows what?).

Bali... Here We Come...

Thurs, 11 Oct

MOTH paid for our airtickets & travel insurance today.

I brought home in my LV handbag a thick stack of document stashed in an envelope.

When I got home, I shouted "Guys, the airtickets to Bali!!!"

The 3.5yr old & her best friend, Auntie May, dashed down to greet me. We gathered round out dining table, chatting away like birds about our coming holiday.

Another 9 weeks to go!

Manga Review : Tokyo Babylon

I want to thank my gf, Ms Diva R, for recommending me this series of manga and thus, rekindling my fondness for japanese cartoons (I used to spend Sat afternoons watching Hamtaro, Sailor Moon, Little Crayon etc).

I completed Book 1 of Tokyo Babylon last night. It's about powerful medium families who seeked to protect Tokyo with psychic powers. Yes, exorcism! Exciting, thrilling & dark!

I've another 6 books to go. So I'll read on... ... & happily ignore MOTH.

Ps. Sorry, darling.

Book Review: Marley & Me 2

Chapter 9 : The Stuff Males Are Made Of

I cracked my window & Marley began listing to starboard, leaning against me, trying to catch a whiff of the outdoor smells. Soon he had squirmed his way fully onto my lap and pressed his nose so firmly into the narrow crack of the window that he snorted each time he tried to inhale. Oh, Why Not? I thought. This was his last ride as a fully equipped member of the male gender; the least I could do was to give him a little fresh air. I opened the window wide enough to stick his snout out. He was enjoying the sensation so much, I opened it farther, and soon his entire head was out of the window. His ears flapped behind him in the wind and his tongue hung out like he was drunk on the ether side of the city. God, was he happy.... .... that Marley had hooked both of his front paws over the edge of the half-open window. And now his neck and upper shoulders were hanging out of the car, too. He just needed a pair of goggles and a silk scarf to look like one of those World War I flying aces.

"John, he's making me nervous," Jenny said.

"He's fine," I answered. "He just wants a little fresh -"

At that instant, he slid his front legs out of the window until his armpits were resting on the edge of the glass.

"John, grab him! Grab him!"

Before I could do anything, Marley was off my lap and scrambling out of the window of our moving car. His butt was up in the air, his hind legs clawing for a foothold. He was making a break. As his body slithered past me, I lunged for him and managed to grab the end of his tail with my left hand. Jenny was braking hard in the heavy traffic. Marley dangled fully outside the moving car, suspended upside down by his tail........ Jenny got the car stopped in the outside lane with cars lining up behind us, horns blaring. "Now, what?" I yelled........ I didn't dare let go out of him or he would surely dash in the path of one of the angry drivers swerving around us. I held on for dear life, my face, as it were, scrunched against the glass just inches from his giant flapping scrotum... ....

Our little drama has unfolded directly in front of a gas station... I looked over to see all the mechanics had come out to take in the show. I thought they were going to wet themselves, they were laughing so hard. "Thanks, guys!" I called out. "Glad we could brighten your morning."


Chapter 11 : The Things He Ate
One night when Jenny was about 5 months pregnant she got it in her head that we needed baby socks. Well, sure, we did, I agreed and of coz we would lay in a full complement before the baby arrived. But she didn't mean we would need them eventually; she meant we needed them right away. "We won't have anything to put on the baby's feet when we come home from the hospital," she said in a quavering voice.

Never mind that the due date was still 4 months away. Never mind that by then the outside temperature would be a frosty 96 degrees. Never mind that even a clueless guy like me knew a baby would be bundled head to toe in a receiving blanket when released from a maternity ward.

"Honey, c'mon," I said. "Be reasonable. It's 8 o'clock on Sunday night. Where am I supposed to find baby socks?"

"We need socks," she repeated.

"We have weeks to get socks," I countered. "Months to get socks."

"I just see those little tiny toes," she whimpered.

It was no use. I drove aro grumbling until I found a Kmart that was opened and picked out a festive selection of socks that were so ridiculously minuscule they looked like matching thumb warmers. When I got home and poured them out of the bag, Jenny was satisfied. At last, we had socks. And thank God, we managed to grab up the last few available pair before the national supply run dry, which could have happened at any moment without warning. Our baby's fragile little digits were now safe. We could go to bed and sleep in peace.

Book Review: Marley & Me

Tues, 9 Oct 07

Beautiful & touching story about Marley the dog & his family.
I laughed uncontrollably & felt sad as well when I read of tales of their lifes through ups and downs - how they got Marley as a puppy, how they got pregnant (& morning sickness...oooh), miscarried their first baby, how they tried to train the "loppy dog" and then welcoming 3 other children to their family.

It's wonderful to have a pet as part of the family. But the author also reminded us on other aspects like working with the pet, tolerating the pet when he's in the mode of destroying your furnitures, loving your pet even when he's a MONSTER, & also preparing the family when the end is drawing near. I think the worst part is mourning over the death.

I layed my hands on the book just before groceries shopping on Sunday evening and since then, I couldn't put the book down.


If God's willing, I hope to welcome another addition to our family.
A little BOY. I'm determined to name him "George Jnr" despite MOTH's protests!!!

Or maybe I could get a male huge puppy like Marley & name him in honor of MOTH, George Jnr!

Money Not Enough

I'm so frustrated with my co's reimbursement policy.


I've been "appointed" (more like "arrowed") to come up with a user guide book within 2 days. In addition, I had to design a step-by-step leaflet for the user.


So yours truly, had to crack my brains, worked late in order to deliver the tasks. Last Thursday, I completed the guide book & started printing 60 copies x 25 pgs x 2 sided of the user guide internally last Thursday. I had to then send these printed pages out to the supplier for binding. Separately, I had to purchase 60pcs of plastic clear files to be binded together with the books to store additional leaflets. I then went sourcing for a printer who was able to produce the leaflet (A5 size, hard paper) in less than 1 day.


Thankfully, I managed to complete the task and delivered all 60 copies of user guide last Friday.
On behalf of my company, I paid cash of S$355 in all.


My boss was so pleased. One of the Manager shook my hand & said "Bravo". I was cursing him in my heart.


My target this week - to reproduce 90 copies of the same booklets.

So I set myself to printing this morning (90 x 25 pgs x 2 sided).

Ran to bookstores to purchase stock for 90pcs of files. Ordered additional leaflet again.

I spent an addition of S$450 today.


I wrote to the FM asking if she could kindly to reimburse me asap as I paid S$800 in cash for the supplies and that these are small shops in Bras Basah and they do not grant credit terms.


I then receive a rebuting email from her. She commented that I shld go thru co's appointed supplier... blah blah and go thru proper procedure to wait for reimbursement. The FM was very unhappy. In fact, she has been unhappy over the fact that my dept requests for chqs in advance to pay our suppliers (COD terms). What can we do? We need to place orders with suppliers on ad-hoc basis. Small businesses like the ones I approach last week cannot possibly allow us credit terms. It's impossible to plan our purchases in advance if our management keeps throwing us urgent work, urgent orders, urgent shit.


Last week, we had to order satellite phones for one of our affiliates. It was really urgent request as we have some colleagues "trapped" in a country. We've lost contact with them due to political reasons and we had to pay customs tax in order to receive the phones. I requested for a chq. 2 days later, my boss asked me about the chq. When I rang my colleague up, she said "the FM told me not to give your dept any chqs". I was so pissed off.


Straight away, I said "Please hang on. I will transfer this call to my Boss and you can tell him that he cannot have the chq to pay the customs!" She got frightened and let me have a chq the next working day.


I am very unhappy with her division too - keep misplacing suppliers' invoices, not reading & replying to emails, replying to fellow colleagues unprofessionally & even speaking to me in that awful aunty tones. Worst, calling me every other day, whining over the phone for up to 15mins... and at the end of the month, they cannot deliver the payments as promised.


Frankly, I hope I will not turn out to be like them.

Pillow Talk

4 Oct, 9:00pm

My darling daughter was typing violently on the keyboard, listening to her current fave 881 movie soundtrack. She said "I'm typing an email. But only for YOU ok! I'm telling you I love you..." Then she went on to "counsel" me "Next time, you don't come home so late, OK?..."

Ps. FYI, I didn't get to see her on Tues & Wed night. Hence I received her "advise"!

Same night, 11:00pm

I flicked through the pages of Asian Geographic magazine and chance upon a photo of a mangrove swamp. To that, I commented to MOTH... "Hey, this looks familiar. Like the one we visited at Port Dickson..." (We went to Tanjong Tuan, Port Dickson, Endau Rompin last year, aro Apr, for the migratory bird watch).

He said "Ya! That's the mangrove swamp of Port Dickson.. & remember the giant stocks we saw at Tanjong Tuan???"

I said "Yes, I recall now. Did you take any photos?"

He said "Yes, of coz."

Then I asked "So where are the photos? I don't recall seeing them".

He went... "OH... I stored them up."

I replied "Great, burn the photos onto a CD. When I die, burn the CD together with my coffin so I can view our photos in Hell. Coz when I'm in Hell, I'll have more time for personal stuff."

: )

Corny

...My future lies in the hands of my hormones...

(only the Ladies will understand the hormones balancing issue)