Shiok sia, this is the kind of life i am talking abt... Nt too hectic, nt too boring, juz nice for me.. I got some forklift course that the army sent me on, and its a stay out course! That means i muz start finding pple to accompany me on wednesday as well as thursday afternoon onwards (tuesday is booked..)..


Went to watch Le Grand Chef on sunday with teresa.. It was a very nice movie, definitely a recommendation to watch.. There is humour, tears, as well as lots of food to drool on! Ok, i didnt cry, but the person on my left did.. Made me feel so emotionless, like i am some cold blooded homo sapien that doesnt care abt a cow (watch the movie, u will know wat i am talking abt..)... After sending teresa home, i had some time to sit in the MRT to read the book samuel finally lent me, The Best Life Now. Ok, i know i am quite outdated, coz that book has been read by alot others like... very long ago? So as to nt spoil the mood of reading that book, plz refrain frm giving any info abt it ya?


Ok, back to topic.. I was reading thru the trip frm Pasir Ris to Aljunied, and i finished the first chapter.. Quite surprised i even took the book in the first place, let alone read it.. Those pple who know me well enough knows that books and me hav quite a bleak history.. But i kinda loved that last part of chapter 1...
It reads "Years ago, a famous golfer was invited by the king of Saudi Arabia to play in a golf tournament. He accepted the invitation, and the king flew his private jet over to the United States to pick up the pro. They played golf for several days, and enjoyed a good time. As the golfer was getting on the plane to return to the United States, the king stopped him and said, 'I want to give you a gift for coming all this way and making this time so special. Anything you want. What could I get you?'
Ever the gentleman, the golfer replied, 'Oh, please; don't get me anything. You've been a gracious host. I've had a wonderful time. I couldn't ask for anything more.'
The king was adamant. He said, "No, I insist on giving you something so you will always remember your journey to our country.'
When the golfer realised that the king was resolute, he said, 'Okay, fine. I collect golf clubs. Why don't you give me a golf club?'
He boarded the plane, and on his flight back home, he couldn't help wondering what kind of golf club the king might give him. He imagined that it might be a solid gold putter with his name engraved on it. Or maybe it would be a sand wedge studded with diamonds and jewels. After all, this would be a gift from the oil-rich king of Saudi Arabia.
When the golfer got home, he watched the mail and the delivery services everyday, to see if his golf club had come yet. Finally, several weeks later, he received a certified letter from the king of Saudi Arabia. The U.S. professional thought that rather strange. Where's my golf club? he wondered. He opened the envelope, and to his surprise, inside he discovered a deed to a five-hundred-acre golf course in America."


Cool? Well, i tot it was.. That certainly shows how kings really hav a totally different way of doing things.. No eyes can see, nor mind can ever imagine, what will the king of heaven will do too... But i dun mind a golf course of my own...


Well, i woke up today at 5.30am... Went to learn how to drive a forklift at PSA Vista, Harbourfront Drive... It was an interesting experience.. I mean, how often do u use your right hand on the "gears", left hand to steer the vehicle alone, left leg to brake, change gear at where u normally turn on the turning signals, and drive a vehicle that has its back wheels as the turning wheel instead of the front ones... Kinda went well though, had been thru military driving class 3 and 4 leh, wat's a forklift man?


Then went to vivo after that to makan, and window shopped arnd with a bunch of army guys.. Made alot of noise, had those store attendants staring at us, the typical guy outing... Lastly, b4 going home, caught sight of an interesting quote in River Island. It says "Before you criticise someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticise them, you are a mile away from them, and you have their shoes."