Maybe Baby 
Visualised by archtomato On Friday, August 25, 2006 at 16:00 Hrs | Minimum B.S.

Ok ok,

*Disclaimer: This Material is not intended for everyone. Parents should
probably avoid this article like small pox and children should grow up a
little
more. People who love Jennifer Love Hewit in “Ghost Whisperer” should
turn back just about now.
Parental Guidance is NOT advised.*

For a while now i realise that everywhere i turn i see babies in my block.
There’s a baby across my flat, there are babies where i take the lift, hell
there are babies in the bus i take to work, so much so that i have to give
up seats to them. Its not as though THEY are sitting, its the fat ass
parents who get to park their asses.

My friend just had a baby. And belive me, i didn’t have anything to do with it. There is so much pressure to see this baby. Every
time i talk to them, they say, “You have got to see the baby. When are you
coming over to see the baby? See the baby. See the baby. “Nobody ever wants
you to come over and see their grandfather. “You gotta see him. He’s so
cute. He’s 90kg. I love when they’re this age. He’s a thousand months. You
know the mid-eighties is such a good time for grandpeople. You’ve got to see
him. He went to the bathroom by himself today.”

What’s tough about seeing people when they have a new baby is that you have
to try and match their level of enthusiasm. They’re always so excited. “What
do you think of him? What do you think?”

Just once I would like to meet a couple that goes, “You know, we’re not that
happy with him frankly. I think we really made a big mistake. We should
have gotten an aquarium. You want him? We’ve really had enough.”

I personally don’t understand whats the big deal about babies anyway. They
cry at odd hours and like to take a crap and let you do the washing.
They are all
wet and squally most of the times, and the best thing is .. Its near to
impossible to have a intelligent conversation with them.

Cheers

ps: Babies of all ages like to stare at me.

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The "The Question" 
Visualised by archtomato On Thursday, August 17, 2006 at 7:30 Hrs | Minimum B.S.

OK ok,

Here’s a horrible little game you can play at your next family gathering. I call it the "The Question", and it’s a real eye-opener. All you do is pose the following hypothetical question to your family:

“Suppose you found a thousand dollars in cash that you knew had been lost by a billionaire. Now, because this is a hypothetical question, let’s assume that the billionaire would never be aware that he lost it, and there would be no way that anyone else would know if you kept the money. And let’s say you knew there would be no reward or other indirect benefit in returning the money. Would you give it back?”

If you ask this question in a group, I suspect a lot of people would say they’d give it back. But if you ask people privately, you might be surprised to discover how many of your family members are crooks. The best case scenario is that they’re just too lazy to give back the money. Either way, it’s not good news if you drop your wallet at the family reunion. In my experience, most of the people who say they’d give back the cash are the ones who don’t need an extra thousand dollars. The ones who say they’d keep it usually have a good idea how they’d spend it.

 A certain percentage of the population believes that God is watching them with one hand on a "microwave that guy" switch and the other on the trap door to Hell. About half of that group will also keep the money, under the theory that if God wanted the billionaire to have it, he never would have let him lose it in the first place.

 How about you? Would you keep it?

Cheers
ps: If you are "aksh" then you can’t ask this question.
ps2: I’ll probably loath you if you are one the those who will say that they will return the cash.
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Wattsup Doc 
Visualised by archtomato On Thursday, August 10, 2006 at 4:00 Hrs | Minimum B.S.

Ok ok,
 
I was at the doctor’s just now, getting treatment for my flu and bad sore throat. While waiting, i got thinking about what i could write about for my next entry.
 
I realise people love to recommend their doctor to you. I don’t know what they get out of it, but they really push them on you. "Is he good?" "He’s the best. This guy’s the best." There can’t be this many "bests." Someone’s graduating at the bottom of these classes. Where are these doctors? Is someone somewhere saying to their friend, "You should see my doctor, he’s the worst. He’s the absolute worst there is. Whatever you’ve got, it’ll be worse after you see him. The man’s an absolute butcher."
 
And whenever a friend refers a doctor they say, "Make sure that you tell him that you know me." Why? What’s the difference? He’s a doctor. "You tell him my name and he’ll give you medicines, for everyone else he gives tic-tacs."
 
I hate the waiting corners at the clinics because it’s called the waiting corner, so there’s no chance of not waiting. It’s built, designed, and intended for waiting. Why would they take you right away when they’ve got this room all set up? They make you sit there with your little magazine. You pretend you’re reading it but you’re really looking at the other people. "I wonder what he’s got".
 
Cheers
ps: Happy National Day, Brace yourself Singapore !!!

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