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I was scouting round the CBD for Jamie Oliver In Oliver’s Twist Season 2 DVDs; but there weren’t any on sale at HMV, JB-Hifi, Virgin Music Store, Sanity and Borders. It was pretty disappointing because I was hoping to carry that along with me back to Malaysia so I’ll be endlessly inspired to cook wonderful unique dishes for my family.

I noticed a little problem with words when it comes to me talking with the locals. I startle. Sometimes gibberish. Often a murmur. I don’t know why. Apparently I’m not the only one in this. This problem is “seasonal”, as Blazecat cleverly puts it.

At the Virgin Music Store,

Darryl: Hey, how’s it going?
Pretty Customer Assistant: Good; and yourself?
Darryl: I’m great. Can you er… please… errr… do a look–up fo- me? (murmuring)
Pretty Customer Assistant: Sure. What are you after?
Darryl: (surprised she understood what I was asking) Are there… any Jamie Oliver DVDs erm… in… er… on store? (noticed a little perspiration)
Pretty Customer Assistant: I’ll look it up for you.

It’s strange - not because I was nervous talking to this hot-looking babe. After all I was their customer.

Perhaps I’m articulexic (articulation + dyslexia).

An inkling thought came to my mind today as I was walking back from the city - the clear understanding between the words “shall” and “should”. Without an access to a dictionary, it’s hard explaining to a person the proper usage of such words.

Take an example for food for thought:

After a dinner date, you and your date were making out in your car. Out of respect, you cheekily asked:

• You: Let’s have sex, shall we?

Or would it be more polite to ask:

• You: Let’s have sex, should we?

Thoughts welcome.

I would usually burn a Music CD for The Player so he could blast it out loud in his Silvia S13. This afternoon was no different.

Here’s a brief compilation of what I’ve burnt:

• Nelly, P. Diddy, Murphy Lee - Shake Ya Tailfeather
• Will Smith - Switch
• Kelly Clarkson - Because Of You
• James Blunt - You’re Beautiful
• Daniel Powter - Bad Day
• Hunter And Collectors - Throw Your Arms Around Me
• The Who - Baba O’Reilly
• Tupac - I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto
• Ying Yang Twins (feat. Mike Jones) - Badd
• Coldplay - Fix You
• Ben Lee - Catch My Disease
• Michael Buble - Home
• Motor Ace - Tomorrow’s Gone
• Seether (feat. Amy Lee) - Broken

The Player: I love this song. (Shake Ya Tailfeather)
Darryl: (smiles)
The Player: (changes to next track)
Darryl: That’s Will Smith’s new song. (Switch)
The Player: (nods and changes to next track) What kind of music is this? (Because Of You)
Darryl: I thought it would be great to introduce you to a more global pop, rather than Rap/Hip-Hop/R’nB all the time.
The Player: Alright. (changes to next track) Seriously man. This CD sucks.

Oh well. Just another day with The Player.

I felt so inspired to write something great this evening; but then I forgot what I wanted to write about. Last night I had an epiphany. But I lost it when I opened my eyes this afternoon.

Three hours. It seems like a long time. Titanic would have finished by then.

This blog entry composition window has been opened for that long. I was waiting for some enlightenment. Obviously it’s not coming.

By the way, Jamie Oliver is cool.

Everyone’s welcome to access The Cypher Inc. via its new URL: http://www.cypher-inc.com.

The jewel clock placed on our TV cabinet pointed to 9:30pm. It was past The Player’s bed time.

He picked up his mobile phone and said, “Good night, Darryl” as he headed towards his bedroom. He giggled and finally uttered, “I can’t believe what guys would do to make themselves look good” before shutting his room door.

That dude was obviously laughing at the pain I had a run with my first day of wearing contact lenses. In a brief take, it took me 30 minutes to successfully insert the lens into my left eye and a bloody unsuccessful hour into the right side.

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The Player and I planned for an evening drive around the suburbs as it was shopping night.

After my afternoon shower, I tried putting my contact lenses on for my left eye. The Player hit the showers. It took me half an hour to put on the left lens. I then took a 15 minute break to cool the redness down. By then, The Player was ready and headed downstairs to start his car. Then I told him I’ll be down in 10 minutes as I struggle to insert the right lens into my eyes.

30 minutes have just gone by so quickly. The Player came back upstairs, peered into my room and attempted to conceal his laughter as he saw me struggling with the lenses.

“Looks like this is gonna take some time. I’d better watch Bold And The Beautiful first,” he said. I nodded in frustration.

Another 30 minutes gone. I could hear the Bold And The Beautiful end credits theme being played outside. I gave up.

I signalled The Player I was ready to go. And off we went.

He burst out when he found out I only had one side on.

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I attempted to take out my lenses when we arrived back home at about 8:45pm.

I only succeeded at 2am.