You have probably figured out by now that my post titles are usually just words to fill the space. Why does each blog posting have to have a title?
Anyhow, to an issue that has been mentioned here a few times over the last couple of months. I have thought about this, and think that maybe they did not ride in on my socks and shoes from a park bench at East Coast Park. Maybe yes, maybe no. Just want to put this as an option, but am thinking now that is perhaps more likely that they simply are coming from the mob of [deleted] in the flat next door. They were most numerous at the foot of my bed, which is closest to the door, and more numerous in the cushions of my computer chair, which is closer to the front door than the bedroom. Anyhow, some interesting tips from web-searching; double-sided tape around the legs of beds (and other clothing holding furnitures) and move bed a bit away from wall so doesn't touch, and spray with "V-Safe" which can get from NTUC. Normally I would not shop somewhere owned by communists, but Baygon wasn't working to perfection. (Yes, "communists", well now you know how right-wing I am, don't you?)
I am in the process of dismantling this apartment. Yes, part of that was to spray everything yet again. But more also just to attempt the dual task of cleaning up and preparing for travel. So already about half of my manchester has been thrown. I am guessing that close to half of my clothes will be thrown out as well, and I have started to sort shirts accordingly. I have also thrown out some stuff that came with me from Oz, and am defining what I got here goes with me and what goes down the chute. Ivy is coming over tomorrow with her kids, principally to play Monopoly 'cos I have a chocolate monopoly game that my sis got me for xmas and needs to be used before I go back. But she will also be collecting my HP laptop and my printer (do you need to be told that it is a Canon? I only said "HP" to differentiate the two laptops; the Asus is going back to Oz with me). The landlady appears to be buying the furniture (such as it is) and the fridge, microwave, electric oven, kettles, etc., etc., etc., the money side of that transaction is irrelevant to me. And I will be sending some clothes and a heap of books and PC games back by courier.
The is some stuff going around in my head that I want to write, but for two things:
1) I am still trying to sort it out, and
2) my bum is sore from sitting on this (now cushionless) chair for too long.
I will see if I post again later today.
Thursday, June 4
Monday, June 1
Yyeeeehcckkk!
This got me so mad that I had to blog it straight away!
But having turned on my laptop (balanced precariously on a pillow on the bed in the guest room...) I had to first clear out my email, so now I have calmed down a bit.
When I sat down to post ads for this flat at a couple more sites I noticed that I was scratching the back of my right upper thigh a lot. So I stood up and checked it, new bites, lots of them! So I turned my pyjamas inside out but nothing there, and I have checked my bed and bedroom to pieces so I didn't feel like doing that again. This called for some lateral thinking!
It happened yesterday or the day before as well I thought. But I haven't been anywhere, and it is the back of my right leg both times, weird. Unless, maybe it is where I was sitting all day? So I look at the cushion on the seat by my laptop. Nothing. So I look at the cushion under that one (two cushions 'cos I've been sitting there all day sometimes), I turn it over... BUGS!
In one corner, a mass of them, and different from the last type of bug.
So where did these come from?
There is no way that you can convince me that I happened to sit somewhere that had bugs on the seat and they rode home on my shorts in the last couple of days. I haven't been anywhere for the last few days, I most definitely haven't been down to the beach. No, the only explanation that I can think of is the mass of [deleted due to SG's delicate racial harmony laws :)] next door above the $2 shop ("buy one, free one"). Especially as my computer desk was so close to the front door. So I cleaned out the entrance hall and sprayed around the doors, both the front and the one to the dentists (also in the entrance hall).
Lesson learned: do not live in an HDB! If you are going to migrate to Singers then make sure that you rent an apartment in a clean condo, in a clean street, in a clean suburb.
Anyhow, both cushions got sprayed then into a garbage bag and tied tightly then down the garbage shoot (egads! maybe that's where...). And now my laptop is balanced precariously on a pillow as I sit cross-legged on the guest bed.
I am definitely not sad to be leaving this.
But having turned on my laptop (balanced precariously on a pillow on the bed in the guest room...) I had to first clear out my email, so now I have calmed down a bit.
When I sat down to post ads for this flat at a couple more sites I noticed that I was scratching the back of my right upper thigh a lot. So I stood up and checked it, new bites, lots of them! So I turned my pyjamas inside out but nothing there, and I have checked my bed and bedroom to pieces so I didn't feel like doing that again. This called for some lateral thinking!
It happened yesterday or the day before as well I thought. But I haven't been anywhere, and it is the back of my right leg both times, weird. Unless, maybe it is where I was sitting all day? So I look at the cushion on the seat by my laptop. Nothing. So I look at the cushion under that one (two cushions 'cos I've been sitting there all day sometimes), I turn it over... BUGS!
In one corner, a mass of them, and different from the last type of bug.
So where did these come from?
There is no way that you can convince me that I happened to sit somewhere that had bugs on the seat and they rode home on my shorts in the last couple of days. I haven't been anywhere for the last few days, I most definitely haven't been down to the beach. No, the only explanation that I can think of is the mass of [deleted due to SG's delicate racial harmony laws :)] next door above the $2 shop ("buy one, free one"). Especially as my computer desk was so close to the front door. So I cleaned out the entrance hall and sprayed around the doors, both the front and the one to the dentists (also in the entrance hall).
Lesson learned: do not live in an HDB! If you are going to migrate to Singers then make sure that you rent an apartment in a clean condo, in a clean street, in a clean suburb.
Anyhow, both cushions got sprayed then into a garbage bag and tied tightly then down the garbage shoot (egads! maybe that's where...). And now my laptop is balanced precariously on a pillow as I sit cross-legged on the guest bed.
I am definitely not sad to be leaving this.
Slow Train
I had this feeling I hadn't blogged for a long time, and was kind of feeling "who cares?" and "why bother ever posting again" sort of stuff, but last post was only a few days ago after all. How weird.
On Friday Ivy showed me the easy way to Jahore Bahru. That is, without the improvised floatation device...
It was kind of interesting, but nothing to see except shops, and they all looked the same as in SG. As Ivy kept pointing out (she is Malaysian) it is less clean, but then, in my view Singers isn't that clean, certainly not finding it so living with the natives.
Have advertised my little flat on a couple of rental sites, and Ivy will place an ad in the paper. If we can get a tenant to take over before I leave then the land lady will not charge me the one month notice period. No hassle, but we'll try and see how we go. But now I will have to keep the place clean in case of viewers-at-short-notice. Two things; one, I hate having to keep a rented house clean for an extended period for the agent to show off, and two, keeping an HDB clean is near impossible - turn your back and all sorts of crap flies in under the door, dust, fluff, critters. Still, we'll see how we go.
And I am bored shitless.
Kind of compounds the effect of eating any curry. Mind you I have been staying off the local food recently, and my tummy is much happier for it.
Must be some strange time, but all my 'favourite' blogs have been boring for some time. Mr Wang is reciting poetry, Sheylara is kind of boring me - she is not a 'real' gamer girl, more of a console chick, and Xiaxue was only writing once every other week. Well, at least Wendy came back with a vengeance; her new look blog is quite sweet, you know, pink and girly sort of stuff, but isn't that what we expect from her? And why we like her. Well, Mr Wang doesn't, but people that write poetry that has no rhythm and no rhyme can't really criticise others. Each to their own I suppose. I don't mind it if it doesn't rhyme, so long as it has some sort of metric cycle, alliteration, something you know? Still, even that beats pictures of bicycles or marathon runners stopping for a drink.
I am looking forward to being able to LAN with friends. I am hoping that I will be working again not too long after I get back, and earning decent money again. I will try to be smarter and wiser with it this time. I am not looking forward to so much that will be there though. One way or another, I want out. I just want it to be with a comfortable income. The ability to lead a comfortable life, such as I am used to.
We shall see.
On Friday Ivy showed me the easy way to Jahore Bahru. That is, without the improvised floatation device...
It was kind of interesting, but nothing to see except shops, and they all looked the same as in SG. As Ivy kept pointing out (she is Malaysian) it is less clean, but then, in my view Singers isn't that clean, certainly not finding it so living with the natives.
Have advertised my little flat on a couple of rental sites, and Ivy will place an ad in the paper. If we can get a tenant to take over before I leave then the land lady will not charge me the one month notice period. No hassle, but we'll try and see how we go. But now I will have to keep the place clean in case of viewers-at-short-notice. Two things; one, I hate having to keep a rented house clean for an extended period for the agent to show off, and two, keeping an HDB clean is near impossible - turn your back and all sorts of crap flies in under the door, dust, fluff, critters. Still, we'll see how we go.
And I am bored shitless.
Kind of compounds the effect of eating any curry. Mind you I have been staying off the local food recently, and my tummy is much happier for it.
Must be some strange time, but all my 'favourite' blogs have been boring for some time. Mr Wang is reciting poetry, Sheylara is kind of boring me - she is not a 'real' gamer girl, more of a console chick, and Xiaxue was only writing once every other week. Well, at least Wendy came back with a vengeance; her new look blog is quite sweet, you know, pink and girly sort of stuff, but isn't that what we expect from her? And why we like her. Well, Mr Wang doesn't, but people that write poetry that has no rhythm and no rhyme can't really criticise others. Each to their own I suppose. I don't mind it if it doesn't rhyme, so long as it has some sort of metric cycle, alliteration, something you know? Still, even that beats pictures of bicycles or marathon runners stopping for a drink.
I am looking forward to being able to LAN with friends. I am hoping that I will be working again not too long after I get back, and earning decent money again. I will try to be smarter and wiser with it this time. I am not looking forward to so much that will be there though. One way or another, I want out. I just want it to be with a comfortable income. The ability to lead a comfortable life, such as I am used to.
We shall see.
Thursday, May 28
Sunday, May 24
Sex Education
Good morning children.
Today we are going to talk about penises.
Daddy has a penis, mummy doesn't, she has a vagina.
Daddy loves mummy so much that when she takes her clothes off his penis gets big and hard. This is called an erection.
Then daddy puts his penis into mummy's vagina.
Daddy likes this, and ooooohhh mummy loves it too!
Daddy also puts his penis into mummy's mouth and anus.
And mummy and daddy both like that as well.
He would put it into her ear if it was big enough.
What would mummy think about that?
"Woo Hooo!! One bitch, five holes!" daddy would say.
Daddies are like that.
Today we are going to talk about penises.
Daddy has a penis, mummy doesn't, she has a vagina.
Daddy loves mummy so much that when she takes her clothes off his penis gets big and hard. This is called an erection.
Then daddy puts his penis into mummy's vagina.
Daddy likes this, and ooooohhh mummy loves it too!
Daddy also puts his penis into mummy's mouth and anus.
And mummy and daddy both like that as well.
He would put it into her ear if it was big enough.
What would mummy think about that?
"Woo Hooo!! One bitch, five holes!" daddy would say.
Daddies are like that.
Saturday, May 23
Analytics
Okay, I am just popping in here 'cos I have just checked my google analytics.
Visitors up by a third, nearly all from Singers (no surprise I guess).
The SGers spent an average of just over five minutes on my blog site, which awes me - am I that interesting to read? Most of the non-SGers spent zero time, what does that mean? Click in, see that it is not written in Turkish, click out?
Here's the really wow thing; less than half of the Singers were new visitors. Can you believe that most of them return? (I ask because I can't.) And get this, 40% of them read beyond the first page, actually dug into the past posts.
This is so WOW!!!
If I can magnify this one thousand fold then I will be more popular than Xiaxue(!) and can earn my living blogging. I can dig that, at least you will know that I would blog EVERY DAY!!!! And not leave it blank for nearly TWO WEEKS!!! And that I usually write about three pages (in MS Word, font size 12 - that's where I spell check it since IE doesn't spell check, Firefox does, but I've gone off it for a while). Also I promise that I would live a much more interesting life than now, so you would have something better to read about, my life now is only good for wrapping chips in (sad face).
I can't turn into a pretty girl and cam-whore though.
Visitors up by a third, nearly all from Singers (no surprise I guess).
The SGers spent an average of just over five minutes on my blog site, which awes me - am I that interesting to read? Most of the non-SGers spent zero time, what does that mean? Click in, see that it is not written in Turkish, click out?
Here's the really wow thing; less than half of the Singers were new visitors. Can you believe that most of them return? (I ask because I can't.) And get this, 40% of them read beyond the first page, actually dug into the past posts.
This is so WOW!!!
If I can magnify this one thousand fold then I will be more popular than Xiaxue(!) and can earn my living blogging. I can dig that, at least you will know that I would blog EVERY DAY!!!! And not leave it blank for nearly TWO WEEKS!!! And that I usually write about three pages (in MS Word, font size 12 - that's where I spell check it since IE doesn't spell check, Firefox does, but I've gone off it for a while). Also I promise that I would live a much more interesting life than now, so you would have something better to read about, my life now is only good for wrapping chips in (sad face).
I can't turn into a pretty girl and cam-whore though.
Oh, Yeah...
Got my VISA card going early last week (I think it was). Transferred from my SG HSBC account to pay off the requisite amounts, gave it a couple of working days, then called their financial hounds section. Which was okay, as they turned out to be Australian, so I got some communicating done - something that does not happen with their Indian call centre or Indian email centre, lots of talk but no service.
And got the washing machine going, service man came around the day after I called, writing an email was a waste of time, but I thought that it could get forwarded to the correct team more easily, doesn't work like that though, just came back three days later "please phone". The problem was the most basic of design faults, a fragile plastic tab juts down on the lid and contains a metallic strip that activates the door open / door closed switch. Naturally fragile bits of plastic get snapped off, any idiot could figure that out, but not the design engineers at LG. Took less than two minutes to fix, just opened the top up and wired the switch out, then warned me that it won't stop when the lid is opened now.
Spent the day at home 'cos the repairman was coming and, to be honest, I just don't feel like doing anything right now, so played Fear 2 all day long. How productive, hey?
And got the washing machine going, service man came around the day after I called, writing an email was a waste of time, but I thought that it could get forwarded to the correct team more easily, doesn't work like that though, just came back three days later "please phone". The problem was the most basic of design faults, a fragile plastic tab juts down on the lid and contains a metallic strip that activates the door open / door closed switch. Naturally fragile bits of plastic get snapped off, any idiot could figure that out, but not the design engineers at LG. Took less than two minutes to fix, just opened the top up and wired the switch out, then warned me that it won't stop when the lid is opened now.
Spent the day at home 'cos the repairman was coming and, to be honest, I just don't feel like doing anything right now, so played Fear 2 all day long. How productive, hey?
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