Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
After the last teardrop has fallen
It's been one week since NT left the Orange ...
Artiste: Barenaked Ladies
Song: One Week
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to one side and said I'm angry
Five days since you laughed at me saying
Get that together, come back and see me
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will
I have the tendancy to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me,
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized its not my fault, not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me,
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry
How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have the tendancy to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt




Artiste: Barenaked Ladies
Song: One Week
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to one side and said I'm angry
Five days since you laughed at me saying
Get that together, come back and see me
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will
I have the tendancy to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me,
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized its not my fault, not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me,
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry
How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have the tendancy to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
He got them k(Nick)ers off!
NTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNTNT.
That statement was to prove a point of how important that young lad, NT, was to the Orange.
He was the sun, the moon, the stars, and he filled our days with magic, wonder and amusement beyond comparison.
Now, he is gone.
But rather than mourn in misery and anguish, let us instead celebrate NT’s life as an editor in the Orange.
Let us remember:
his brazen boldness for showing off his well toned and rippling bodice,
his artistic flair with the pencil,
his astute appreciation of the female form,
his uber fitness as a soccer player and runner,
his friendly and gay disposition to everyone, irregardless of their race, language or religion,
his unwavering and spirited dedication to his fellow Six Packers,
his witty writings and musings about this crazy life and screwed up world that we live in,
his fantabulously excellent and engaging Friday Fazes (MN would be so proud)
… and most of all, his triumvirate achievements of becoming a transvestite on Valentine’s Day and a male stripper for BH’s farewell.
NT, you are one of a kind and we will miss you always.
See you in Blacktopia …
That statement was to prove a point of how important that young lad, NT, was to the Orange.
He was the sun, the moon, the stars, and he filled our days with magic, wonder and amusement beyond comparison.
Now, he is gone.
But rather than mourn in misery and anguish, let us instead celebrate NT’s life as an editor in the Orange.
Let us remember:
his brazen boldness for showing off his well toned and rippling bodice,
his artistic flair with the pencil,
his astute appreciation of the female form,
his uber fitness as a soccer player and runner,
his friendly and gay disposition to everyone, irregardless of their race, language or religion,
his unwavering and spirited dedication to his fellow Six Packers,
his witty writings and musings about this crazy life and screwed up world that we live in,
his fantabulously excellent and engaging Friday Fazes (MN would be so proud)
… and most of all, his triumvirate achievements of becoming a transvestite on Valentine’s Day and a male stripper for BH’s farewell.
NT, you are one of a kind and we will miss you always.
See you in Blacktopia …
Wah, she damn fierce boy! I wouldn't want to step on her toes while dancing
the salsa with her ...

Sitcom here we come!
Earlier that fateful farewell friday the 13th day ...
Monday, July 16, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Bridge to Teranethia
Thursday, July 12, 2007
The remembrance of an editor gone
When Wednesday Comes - Episode 6


But its back to like old times, with Cleanlungpool being comprehensively wacked in the balls by Smokers United! kekeke ...
Hmm, last nite's match reminded me of Man U versus Roma: 7-1, in last season's champions league quarter final.
But anyway, good match, guys, and Nickolas Anelka would have been proud of his fellow Cleanlungpool teammates - they played really physical football!
All the Smokers have the bruises and scars to prove it! hahah!
Smelly! Smelly!
Congrats to our hat trick hero - Captain Diego Anuardo Maradona and also to RB Shevchenko, for giving his team some pride back by getting a goal ... unsmelly and the fair way too hahah!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Postcard with the edge
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Twilight time
Glimpses of the evening sky, in such dramatic and breathtaking shades ... even if viewed from the confines of the Orange. Standing there by the window, soaking in the visual splendour is a blessing from Heaven, just like listening to the sweet girlish laughter of one's favourite Top 5 gal, some cubicles away. Sigh ... so close, yet so far away.
The beautiful sunset, I meant.



The beautiful sunset, I meant.
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William blake
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William blake
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