Find out here. I wouldn't be running to the boss for a salary raise though. Not when being a Ninja in Singapore pays better (Naruto anyone?) than my current career:

Even better, just get nekkid and watch the cash roll in:

Go on now. You know you want to.

A series of photographs that'll bring you on a tour of HK Zoological and Botanical Garden.

HK Zoological and Botanical Garden: Starting Point
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Chocolate and Marshmellow

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Mango

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I can feel a blood pressure spike coming on the next few days, but oh what a happy, happy spike it'll be.

Early this year, I blogged about Guild Wars: Factions. This post continues the tradition with Guild Wars: Nightfall, due in stores Oct 27.

Also in the spirit of tradition, the composer has outdone himself once more with the theme song (Don't be doing illegal stuff with this mp3 now...) :

In addition, Guild Wars Guru has more Nightfall goodies in the form of gorgeous screensavers featuring the panoramic login screen scenery. I'm so going to install it on my PC at work. Gives me a reason to zone out every five minutes.

The bakery your family visited on a cold night in December 2004... A man standing in front of your apartment entrance to make a phone call, beside him parked a pet stroller with a curious schnauzer... A simple brown handbag your mom would love, sitting on a rack with a loud label that proclaims it for sale... A pink box of Narciso Rodriguez on the perfume counter, inside which you know sits a black, rectangular-shaped bottle... A middle-aged man walking in front of you, slight of build with a head of salt and pepper hair, grey and white intertwined with black... The rows of stores in Mongkok with athletic shoes all on sale... The repeat movie on HBO Signature, which, weeks ago, was the show you watched with your family before your flight to Hong Kong...

It’s amazing how simple, little things can sometimes ascribe enduring meaning to random and fleeting vignettes of your life. Polished, they transform into iridescent shards of memories you hold dear above all others.

Sung to James Blunt's "You're Beautiful" (click on song title for direct link to mp3):

My Cubicle

My job is stupid my day’s a bore,
Inside this office from eight to four
Nothin’ ever happens my life is pretty bland,
Pretending that I’m working, pray I don’t get canned.

My cubicle, my cubicle
It’s one of sixty two
It’s my small space in a crowded place
Just a six-by-six foot booth
And I hate it that’s the truth

When I give a sigh as the boss walks by,
No one ever talks to me or look me in the eye.
And I really should work but instead I just sit here and surf the Internet.

In my cubicle, my cubicle
It doesn’t have a view.
It’s my small space in a crowded place
I sit in solitude.
And sometimes I sit here nude.

Classic. Absolute classic =)

Three weeks in Hong Kong, and I thought I have gotten the hang of ordering food in Cantonese:

Me: Mm goy, yat gor yong zao chau faan, lor zau. (Excuse me, one Yang Zhou Fried Rice to go)

Waitress: Yum meh ye ah. (What do you want to drink?)

(Having anticipated the question) Me: Dong leng cha. (Iced lemon tea)

Waitress: Yi sap yi maan. (Twenty-two dollars)

I hand over the money, perform a mental victory dance for having successfully ordered dinner like a local. Then:

Waitress: exmk won we pojrm xwenu hswhyb wimm?

Me: Huh?

Waitress: exmk won we pojrm xwenu hswhyb wimm?

Me: Huh?

Waitress (in the manner of speaking to a deaf man): exmk won we pojrm xwenu hswhyb wimm?

(Red faced) Me: Mm ho yi si wor. Ngor mm hai hiong gong yan, mm sek gong dong wah... (Please excuse me. I am not a Hong Konger and don't know Cantonese)

Waitress: Orh....you volleyball? (I was in workout clothes)

Me: .... No. Gym, gym. No ball.

Waitress: Orh.... zor lah zor lah. (Sit, sit)

Volleyball, fried rice. Volleyball, fried rice. Ordering food could not get more confusing.