Tadaaaah...

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder." You guys miss me, right? No excuses for going AWOL but nothing really interesting nowadays la..same shit different day.

There is light at the end of the sewer though. I gots meself a webcam! A cute white thingymajig that sits like a dove on my black LCD. It makes the deal a whole lot sweeter cos I gets to see Bb LIVE everytime on MSN. Nothing beats looking at your significant other digging her ears - practically real-time - and listening to her bitch about her new colleagues. Makes me all warm inside thinking about it.

But I almost could not decide on a cam because, and did you know, there are a lot of things on sale at Sim Lim. Like, a LOT. I'm not kidding. I was in Shamie heaven.

And you know those flierflies? Of course you do, you shun them like their handing out bombs. I, on the other hand, take these fliers because I am curious and who knows, there might be a good deal somewhere. (I'm so gonna get scammed one of these days) But more often than not, I'm left confused. Because 99% of the time these "promotions" have got nothing to do with me. Like an offer I got for a girdle which was going for 70% off. (I would have bought it if they had it in black.) So why do I still take them? Because they are working people like you and me and furthermore, its just a piece of paper. Cut them some slack. Singapore got so many rubbish bins so disposing of it is not a problem. (However, on a more serious note, I believe they are employed by the government to train us to stop littering. Or maybe even spy for potential litter bugs. Sneaky li'l bastards.)

It was no different in Sim Lim. I got so many fliers I could sell it to a karanguni man and bought myself a CANON EOS 40D Camera. Better still a new keyboard. But I didn't, because I barely knew how to work my microwave let alone a pro Digi cam and a keyboard seems too cheap but that wasn't my mission. I needed a webcam.

To cut this story short, I found it after a 2-hour feet-busting search. Not because there are a lot of models but because every shop had a different take on how much each item had to be sold. For example, I bought mine for about $49. The dodgy shop directly opposite was selling the same model at $67.

Wah..anyhow whack price. Next time go must open eyes ok?

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It's good to hear Bb adapting well over there. Her appetite's improving and last I heard she had been cooking.

Wah seh..cooking sia. Like, cannot believe liddat ah? Ask me for recipe sumore u know? Can already imagine her holding a spatula like Steffi Graf (tennis player. You're welcome.) and moving side to side swatting the oils leaping from the pan. Or togged out in full-body armour.

Must cook for me one of these days ok? If I'm like, silent, that means I'm totally blown away by the meal. But do check on me in case I'd slipped into a coma. Hehe..

Bb's got her own apartment now. Technically she only has a room but she had decorated it with a bright ball and some flowers. Nvm..still got time to work on it. Been busy right dear? Since it's your most favourite space right now, have fun making it yours. When can I romp around on your comfy-looking bed?

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Is it just me or is every one getting married?

Ok stop. I'm re-evaluating my time and finances (won't take too long this one) because I have my weekends practically planned out for me. There's a couple tie-ing a knot somewhere every end of the week so yah..i would be too tired to go ZoukOut and too broke to celebrate anything.

Oh well, what are friends for huh?

The food better be good.

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Last but not least:

Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to announce that as of last Thursday, Mr Fandy-san, upon completion of his RT at Khatib FCC, has lost a total of 4.3kg.

Thank you.

Mr Fandy-san:

Thank you, thank you..

First and foremost, I would like to thank my PTIs. They have tried, but failed to kill me every training session.

The government, for without them, I would have no motivation nor any form of obligation whatsoever to pursue such demanding physical exertions. Btw, Singapore would be a shithole.

My family, for their encouragement by calling me Bonch.

My mom in particular, for coming up to me and poking her finger at my tummy apparently amusing herself at how deep it can penetrate before I realized she was actually poking me.

Bb, for giving me support by saying she'd prefer me fat. Which was the state I was in. I realized that now.

And most importantly, my body. For not giving up and not letting me die after every run, jump, pull and stretch.

To everyone concerned, from the heart of my bottom, Kawp Kun Ka!