Not at my most sociable for the past week. In a somewhat Just-Leave-Me-Alone sort of mood, but no one's had their head bitten off as a result. Yet. One reason being plausible victims were not in my vicinity. Har har.

Somebody should start manufacturing a deodorising unit that would remove the icky post-lunch foodcourt stink from clothing. Believe me. It's not something you'd enjoy smelling of. A device fixed beside the door sensor at the office building's entrance should do the trick. And anti-fag suckers like me wouldn't have to put up with gross-smelling *coughcolleaguescough* each time they came back from their fag breaks. Gargh.

To the few individuals who have given themselves the liberty of calling me by my surname, stop it. You aren't my chum. And my chums don't call me by my surname. And you are unnecessarily making me feel bad for shooting you one of my looks each time you do it. It's even more so a shame when we've already known each other for a number of years and you have full knowledge of my specific dislikes. For heavens' sake, it doesn't even carry a catchy/friendly/chummy punch to it, so give it up! Grrr. Alas, the people in question have hardly any idea of this blog's existance. So much for that.

There's this guy who is given a 5 minute slot to promote positive thinking on CNA every morning. I know this because I'm forced to endure the evil device that is called TV mobile on the daily commute to work. And I also clearly remember the day of its launch 5 years ago. I was on the bus to school on Valentine's Day at 6.30am, and the horrible screeches emitted from the speakers drained away all goodwill I would have ever had for the blasted installation (yes yes, they were still at the testing phase but no one should ever be put through that torture. It wasn't resolved till MONTHS later). So anyway. This guy's 5 minutes go along the lines of repeating queer-sounding positive thinking mantras whilst rubbing the chest area over his heart in a "slow, circular motion". It's so bad, it's almost as painful to watch as the American Idol auditions. Which in a sense, makes it almost mesmerising, if you get what I mean.

Sighted at the road junction between Suntec City and Raffles City on my way to work: 2 army guys in uniform looking quizzically at what I presumed was a map. One was even scratching his head. Classic. So this is going to sound lame, but it sure came across as a peculiar sight to me. I mean, 2 army guys looking at a map in town on a busy weekday morning. I don't know what went wrong during their night walk, but someone ought to speak to their sergeant about lost soldiers and sticking close together.

Blargh. I have ranted. I have whinged. And now to whine. Busy-ness! Bah! I'm definitely looking forward to this week to be over. I'm not dissing the activities, but for the fact that they are all packed back-to-back over the weekend, or at night after work, leaving me pretty much frazzled over the stuff I need to see to, but have no time to do so. Of course, the ridiculous thing about this issue is what on earth am I doing up at 12.12AM whining about my schedule. Right. Hint made to self, hint taken by self.

Good night.