My sister lost her wallet (or purse..whatever) just now. Apart from being afraid of telling my dad about the lost IC and the CSC card, she was very upset about losing her $16. That amount may mean nothing to most of us...but to my sister, it means a lot. She has been saving for her best friend's birthday which is on 30 July. She gets $5 a day and for the past few days, she spent $1 each day and kept $4. Sigh...her elder sister can learn that from her. My poor sister. All because she had to take a dump badly...
Sharapova and Williams ..that ought to be a good one. I still cant believe i slept through Brazil and Argentina...my 2 favourite teams ever. To think i actually took leave on Thursday partly so that i could stay up and watch the match. Chao chee bye!
Accompanied Sharinah to the hospital this morning. She had to remove the stitches today. We waited..and waited..from 1145hrs to 1345. The proceure itself took a mere 10 minutes. I was already at risk of running late for the interview at 1600hrs. REached home at 1500hrs and had to raid my wardrobe. I left the house 30 minutes later with a top which i then realised to be a bit too low. It wasnt intentional. Honest!
Anyway...
The interview was ok. I didnt have any expectations then and i still refuse to acknowledge any hopes now. Andrew Yeo, the Don, said he had 1-2 more other interviewees and he could only tell me early next week. Todelee doo..
I told him abut how i was offered a job as a PR person for the Taman Warisan Malay Heritage Museum. I said i had to turn it down because it wasnt really my thing. He said:
"No..why not? You have the personality..bubbly, charming, humorous. You would have done great."
Sheesh. If I dont get this job, at least i know within 45 minutes, i managed to leave a good impression on the boss, the publisher of Retail Asia magazine and Asian-Pacific Broadcasting magazine.
Back to the rat lab again later. Thank God it's Friday. Going to Ubi has been getting quite a bloody drag. Why...? Why cant i just love what i do?
Another colleague has tendered his resignation yesterday. Good for him and i hope he will be happy at the new workplace. Farewell greetings? I save it for one more month,ya?
nani's sms: im going on sat. u goin?
me: This wkend is out. Got to work.
sms: Huh working on wkend?
me: ya from changi village hotel
sms:Oh yeah e one tt im not invited!
me: yup that's the one
Ok..give it up already, ya? I would love to invite all of you guys with me but i cant. i would like to say deal with it, but i wont. i cant just bring 1-2 and ignore the rest. It's not fair. Hope you understand.
Sigh..weekend's burnt for this stupid stay. Was initially looking forward to it, but after receiving some bad crap and new workload from Richard yesterday, i really dont feel the mood. I knew it! The increment was given in exchange for my soul. To feed the devil.
Hiak hiak. Hiak hiak. Hiak hiak.(Heh, i just feel like doing that Beavis & Butthead noise.)
Oh by the way, WAR OF THE WORLDS was sooo cool. Only grouse: Not enough voice-over narration. OKay..another grouse: Ending a bit..a teeny bit lame.
3 enjoyable movies in 3 nights. i think it's time to give my pockets a break. A BIG break.
Oh fuck... Fantastic Four is out next week.
Movie slut!
Aye me. A thousand times goodnight, dream makers.
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Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Movie Queen
A pay increment!
An SNP’s excretement!
Do I feel rich?
Never!
You are Frida Kahlo!
You are an artistic, passionate, vulnerable person,
with openly bisexual tendencies and were the first
woman to have her own gallery show in Mexico.
You slept with ... Trotsky?
Which Western feminist icon are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
..openly bisexual tendencies? Ooh I like!
Hungry.
I blame the influx of desired movies on my die-die-must-watch list.
I think I'm screwed up.
Celluloid bitch.
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An SNP’s excretement!
Do I feel rich?
Never!
You are Frida Kahlo!
You are an artistic, passionate, vulnerable person,
with openly bisexual tendencies and were the first
woman to have her own gallery show in Mexico.
You slept with ... Trotsky?
Which Western feminist icon are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
..openly bisexual tendencies? Ooh I like!
Hungry.
I blame the influx of desired movies on my die-die-must-watch list.
I think I'm screwed up.
Celluloid bitch.
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Initial D-elight! Initial D-elicious! Initial D-elovely!
Initial D
I like! I like! I like!
Ooh baby baby!
Ooh baby baby!
I swear I didn’t have any expectations of this show..of Jay, Edison, Anthony Wong (great character actor), Kenny Bee, Shaun Yue, Jordan Chan and the likes. The reviews I read said the acting wasn’t that fantastic and that they were cashing in on Jay Chou and his entourage of star-struck fans to *ahem* rev up the engine. But 5 minutes into the show..hey, it wasn’t bad. In fact, hey, it was kind of entertaining!
And oh yeah, Jay IS damn cool and ..sigh.. why is Edison Chen oh-so-pretty?
I had a super strong urge to play Daytona after that. Yes it’s lame but come on, I don’t have a licence, let alone a car. That’s the best I can do.
Anyway…
I am so tempted to chop off my hair. I have this feeling that it is now beyond redemption. I can imagine the hairdresser telling me:
“Aiyoh! So jialat! Got sprit ends… Some more so dly and curly! Tlim not enough wor. Want lebond? Lebond, want? Cheap lah. I give you $150 swee swee wor. Then give you flee hair tleatment. No need to cut. Hair so long oledi don’t waste mah. Lebond lah hor?”
Why cant my hair be just long, straight and silky?
Nao hia!
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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
What is dating?
My afternoon (I came in half day) was spent juggling between proof-reading and doing consultation service. I was trying to help Nani come to a decision and I hope I didn’t mess it up for her. I was also giving some pep talk (over the e-mail) to Betsy. She is feeling shitty, paranoid that the whole world is up against her. That’s bullshit. The world is too busy making money to go up against her. You see, B is the kind who wears her heart on her sleeve. She also takes it personal when things go wrong. And things ALWAYS go wrong.
Come on, B. Don’t be sadden by what has gone that you miss out the joy of tomorrow.
AISEY!!
Hmm..maybe I should start charging my friends whenever they ask for my opinions. But then again, they will be my friends no more. So much for my money-making idea.
Anyway, I’ve taken leave on Thursday. Apart from the interview at 1600hrs, I am accompanying Sharinah to SGH at 1100hrs. She will be removing her stitches on that day. I just found out yesterday that instead of one, she had 2 surgeries done. One was to remove a lump on her chest and the other was to remove a fatty cell clog on her right thigh. I was thinking of bringing her along for my hotel stay but on second thought, I think she would be better off at home, where her food would be taken care off and where her brother would be waiting for her hand and foot.
Yeah her brother loves her a lot. Very sweet, really.
I don’t like her but WAHLAU EH! She’s hot here.
But ah, he’s still the king of my heart. Especially as Tristan, in Legends Of The Fall.
Anyway..
For some strange reason, I am watching Initial D later with Dear, IT and her friends. Jay Chou..Edison Chen (blimey!) and Shaun Yue..Damn I must be getting desperate.
Maybe I should start dating again.
Kill me.
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Come on, B. Don’t be sadden by what has gone that you miss out the joy of tomorrow.
AISEY!!
Hmm..maybe I should start charging my friends whenever they ask for my opinions. But then again, they will be my friends no more. So much for my money-making idea.
Anyway, I’ve taken leave on Thursday. Apart from the interview at 1600hrs, I am accompanying Sharinah to SGH at 1100hrs. She will be removing her stitches on that day. I just found out yesterday that instead of one, she had 2 surgeries done. One was to remove a lump on her chest and the other was to remove a fatty cell clog on her right thigh. I was thinking of bringing her along for my hotel stay but on second thought, I think she would be better off at home, where her food would be taken care off and where her brother would be waiting for her hand and foot.
Yeah her brother loves her a lot. Very sweet, really.
I don’t like her but WAHLAU EH! She’s hot here.
But ah, he’s still the king of my heart. Especially as Tristan, in Legends Of The Fall.
Anyway..
For some strange reason, I am watching Initial D later with Dear, IT and her friends. Jay Chou..Edison Chen (blimey!) and Shaun Yue..Damn I must be getting desperate.
Maybe I should start dating again.
Kill me.
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Who's gonna pay for this?
MAIL!! You’re so free, yeah? But damn, I look good!
Guys, you have to check this out. And what does make you Mail? Mike? John? Rex? Or Paul? Or Carlos Solis?
Anyway, being “desperate” aside…
I have done it. The traces are all gone now. I kind of doubted my reaction but last night, as I was walking back home from catching the entertaining Mr & Mrs Smith, it finally dawned on me. It was something that I should have done long, long time ago. I’m ready to “start” again.
So, hah. Up yours!
You were so blind to let me go
You had it all but didn't know
No one you'll ever find will be
Closer to all your dreams than me
Believing the grass would be greener
You told yourself "I just don't need her now"
But I know you'll soon discover
You're never satisfied with any other
Someday oo someday
One you gave away will be
The only one you're wishing for
Someday hey hey
Boy you're gonna pay 'cause baby
I'm the one who's keeping score
You'll change your mind and call my name
Soon as you find they're all the same
And when you find yourself alone
Don't come back crying
You should have known
Believe me I'm not pretending
It's not hard to predict
This ending now
'Cause I know you'll soon discover
You're needing me in spite of all the others
Someday oo someday
One you gave away will be
The only one you're wishing for
Someday hey hey
Boy you're gonna pay 'cause baby
I'm the one who's keeping score
Maybe now you just can't conceive
That there'll ever come a time
When you're cold and lonely
Baby, how could you ever believe
That another could replace me
The one and only
But when you’re down
In your time of need
And you're thinking that you
Might be coming back to own me
Just think again 'cause
I won't need your love anymore!
Someday oo someday
One you gave away will be
The only one you're wishing for
Someday hey hey
Boy you're gonna pay 'cause baby
I'm the one who's keeping score - Someday, Mariah Carey
There is a limit to what I can take.
I think it’s enough now.
So long and good bye.
###
Guys, you have to check this out. And what does make you Mail? Mike? John? Rex? Or Paul? Or Carlos Solis?
Anyway, being “desperate” aside…
I have done it. The traces are all gone now. I kind of doubted my reaction but last night, as I was walking back home from catching the entertaining Mr & Mrs Smith, it finally dawned on me. It was something that I should have done long, long time ago. I’m ready to “start” again.
So, hah. Up yours!
You were so blind to let me go
You had it all but didn't know
No one you'll ever find will be
Closer to all your dreams than me
Believing the grass would be greener
You told yourself "I just don't need her now"
But I know you'll soon discover
You're never satisfied with any other
Someday oo someday
One you gave away will be
The only one you're wishing for
Someday hey hey
Boy you're gonna pay 'cause baby
I'm the one who's keeping score
You'll change your mind and call my name
Soon as you find they're all the same
And when you find yourself alone
Don't come back crying
You should have known
Believe me I'm not pretending
It's not hard to predict
This ending now
'Cause I know you'll soon discover
You're needing me in spite of all the others
Someday oo someday
One you gave away will be
The only one you're wishing for
Someday hey hey
Boy you're gonna pay 'cause baby
I'm the one who's keeping score
Maybe now you just can't conceive
That there'll ever come a time
When you're cold and lonely
Baby, how could you ever believe
That another could replace me
The one and only
But when you’re down
In your time of need
And you're thinking that you
Might be coming back to own me
Just think again 'cause
I won't need your love anymore!
Someday oo someday
One you gave away will be
The only one you're wishing for
Someday hey hey
Boy you're gonna pay 'cause baby
I'm the one who's keeping score - Someday, Mariah Carey
There is a limit to what I can take.
I think it’s enough now.
So long and good bye.
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Monday, June 27, 2005
Here comes the poo-stepper!
Yeah, I have a thing for ribbons, it seems.
See the pair of shoes on the left? The ones with flower prints? They are the poo-steppers. Cibeh!
Anyway, I think there is a possibility of a second interview.
Ah, an encouraging progress.
I’m hungry.
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See the pair of shoes on the left? The ones with flower prints? They are the poo-steppers. Cibeh!
Anyway, I think there is a possibility of a second interview.
Ah, an encouraging progress.
I’m hungry.
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But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be inhabited?
Yaye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i am finally watching Tuan dan Puan Smith tonight at Bishan. It's quite late though...at 2130hrs.
I have no choice. Sneaks for War Of The Worlds are coming out this Wednesday. Guys, let's not have badminton this week ok? How about War Of The Worlds instead?
Jubilee? Toa Payoh?
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Rubber duckie...you're the one
Your Slanguage Profile |
| Canadian Slang: 50% |
| New England Slang: 50% |
| Prison Slang: 50% |
| Aussie Slang: 25% |
| British Slang: 25% |
| Southern Slang: 25% |
| Victorian Slang: 25% |
Prison slang..Hah. That’s a good one.
Argh!
My jawline area is itching. I think the 2-in-1 BodyShop cleanser and Hazeline Snow face cream that I used last night consecutively cannot gel well with each other. Thus, a reaction happens. Just my luck.
And if you think that’s bad, get this. I stepped on dog’s poo and lots of mud on my way to work. Guess what? I was wearing my pretty new shoes. Argh! Life’s a bitch and it’s out to get you, I tell you!
Yeah tell me about it.
That’s not all. I just found out from my HR people that for Saturday’s work on covering the NDP rehearsal, I can either claim time-off in lieu or transport money. Why cant I claim both? Whatafuckingfuck?! How can you make me choose between time and money? Between 4 hours and $7.70? Mind you, I endured hunger and thirst for 4 bloody hours! This is so unfair. It’s not like I sent myself to go to the rehearsal. Bastards! This weekend, I will be sent to Le Meridien Changi Hotel. I know it will be leisure time, but I think I will claim time-off in lieu of 24 hours. I don’t care. If I have to deal with clients, it is still work to me.
Urgh! I’m a pissed-off, scratching monkey.
 You are funky, outdoorsy, and down to earth. While you may not be a total hippie... You're definitely one of the most free spirited people around. You are very impulsive - every day is a new adventure. However, you do put some thought behind all your actions. Still, you do tend to shock and offend people from time to time! |
Friday saw me alone at Bugis Junction. Walked around before making my way to Suntec City. Mango sale was terrible. Bleurgh! Irritated women, excited women, obsessed women, rich women, hopeful women, lost boyfriends and husbands, gay best friends…there were all there. I went in only to step out immediately. At about 2045hrs, Betsy called and we met at Plaza Singapura. We shopped and then we walked down to Orchard Road which, as usual, was freaking crowded. Finally had our dinner at close to 2200hours at Cineleisure. Had pasta and yumma-rama ice cream..ate and chatted till we both got damn tired.
Gym plan was thwarted on Saturday morning because I thought of doing the Retail Asia assignment. But I woke up late at 1100hrs and decided to buy toiletries and lunch instead. Then at 1600hrs, I headed to Padang for the NDP rehearsal. I TOOK A CAB THINKING I COULD BLOODY CLAIM.I don’t care. They have to reimburse it.
Joined the moonies after that at Apollo Centre for some wailing session. Read this to find out more. Nani and I caught the Sister Act bug and became the black back-up singers..a la Gospel choir, minus the black robe and big hair. Then Jay did his rendition of Alex To’s Tuo Diao, complete with gyrating hips and lewd gestures. It brought the house down, man…so much so that a repeat performance was demanded.
Supper and talk-cock session by the Singapore River took place after that. Slept at 0530hours on Sunday and obviously, I couldn’t wake up early for gym. Lauren, Nani and I finally made it to the gym at 1530hours. After more than a month of gym inactivity, we wanted to call it quits after the first 20 minutes.
Anyway..
”Not at all, you are competent enough to try something more challenging anddifferent. The stage in Sg for English user is much more wider than thislittle pool. Try your best.”
Xuewei e-mailed me a job opportunity. That was so sweet of her. I have to thank Waikiki (oooh Waikiki pizza! Yummy!) also for relentlessly e-mailing me all those job offers. One of them is the one at Retail Asia. Thank you ah Ah Pek!
Oh well.
I have already e-mailed Retail Asia the assignment. I dare not expect anything because most of the time expectations are just…expectations. I’m hoping for the best but if it doesn’t work, hey, there are many other chances, I guess. I just need to find them.
In the meantime, I need to make sense of my life.
Oh…my brother has unofficially moved out. Yaye, good for him!
And were you lost for words when everybody finally told you
What they thought
You can't keep up with the trend
It makes you lose but somehow everybody
Always makes up in the end
Oh, was it something that I ate
Oh, didn't even touch my plate
Oh, suddenly I'm feeling great
Do you like me now
Leaving home, life was never good to me
Leaving home, I smell the morning air
Leaving home, life was never good
You can work it out we're leaving home
I could hear them through the door
As people came in laughing at the way
They acted when they were alone
And an argument can start with nothing more than this
To be the light and leave you standing on your own
Oh, am I doing it again
Oh, I'm a loser now and then
Oh, and I smile at everything
Do you like me now
Leaving home, life was never good to me
Leaving home, I smell the morning air
Leaving home, life was never good
You can work it out we're leaving home
Hope I like the life I find when I leave everything behind
I hope I'm sure I've made my mind to go and leave home
Leaving home, life was never good to me
Leaving home, I smell the morning air
Leaving home, life was never good
You can work it out we're leaving home - Leaving Home, Jebediah
Good for you, kid. Good for you.
P/s: Pak Wim is on leave. He is heading to the US...he is going to many states and one of them is Missouri, the birthstate of Mark Twain. Wanted to ask him to get me something of "Mark Twain memorabilia" but i was too shy to ask. Oh well. Guess I have to go there myself.
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Friday, June 24, 2005
Baby You're A Rich Man
Fancy calling yourself a man. Such an asshole. If you want to do it, at least have the balls to say it. Fancy having people to worry about you. Don’t be such a jerk lah.
Please!
Aye me…
Oh Liah just sms-ed me to cancel our date. (Puts on an Indian accent) You bloody bitch. I’m gonna kill you! To think i can leave at 6 today!
GGrrrrowl!
*breathes in, breathes out*
Okay.
I’m going shopping.
Toodeloo!
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The green trees, the brown cows.
| Your Capricorn Drinking Style |
 But this is the sign of David Bowie and Annie Lennox, not to mention Elvis. You are the true rock star. independent, powerful and seriously charismatic, you're not too eager to please. And if you make money being yourself, who is anyone to quibble? But just like most rock stars, you're either totally on or totally off... And you generally need a little social lubricant to loosen up and enjoy the after party, especially if you can hook up with a cute groupie. |
| Your Signature Cocktails |
| Old-fashioned Capricorns like an old-fashioned just fine or a dry martini, or a gin and tonic, or a gimlet -- or any other no-nonsense quaff. You prefer drinks that taste like alcohol and generally hate drinks with more than three ingredients. However, you like the flavor of cranberry and will order a cosmo if you can handle the wait for it to get mixed. |
| Your Celebrity Drinking Buddies |
| Orlando Bloom, Kate Moss, Jude Law. Marilyn Manson, Dolly Parton, Howard Stern, Kirstie Alley, and Rush Limbaugh. |
Thanks..thanks.
The interview went quite well..meaning, I didn’t swear, choke, vomit or convulse. Though I sure felt nauseous during the cab ride. Was at Expo earlier for the crappy NDP briefing. At 1500hrs I sneaked out of the briefing and headed next door to the METRO WAREHOUSE SALE. Spent 10 minutes and came out with a pair of sandals. Was savagely hungry and was beginning to get jittery (I downed a can of free red bull on an empty stomach) so I stopped at BK to grab a bite…which I had to down in 10 minutes. Then ran all the way to the taxi stand…still chewing my food, carrying a big Metro plastic bag and hair flying all over.
In the cab, I heeded Lauren’s advice and stuffed the sandals inside my bag. I was feeling very very full and soon, developed stitches and then nausea. I reached that place exactly at 1600hrs and $12 poorer.Fucking hell! The interviewee, a senior writer, was very nice. But like Leo said, we shouldn’t have much expectations because it’s a forked road. I’ve now gotten myself an assignment which I had to do by Monday noon. That assignment will determine if I am good enough to see the publisher…or, the Don of Retail Asia mag..or the GL of Retail Asia mag.
Now I need focus and creativity for this assignment. Where’s my gummy berry juice?
Oh!
Good luck Nani. The job sounds “stuffy” but damn..it is at Parkview Square! Good luck!
Met Nani after my interview…need to “de-stress”. Followed her go shopping for her office attire and I did a little retail therapy myself. Fuck. It sure felt good. Dinner. Shop some more..then by 0930hrs, we parted. I ran all the way (fine..walked really fast) from the MRT station to home. Reached the door exactly at 2200hrs and phew, LOST was just starting. I love that show.
Oh! Just realised that there’s an NDP combined rehearsals tomorrow at Padang and it’s 1640hrs. That means, if I were to go gym, I would have to do it earlier. Fuckanathan…think I will go early around 1000hrs (I hope so), go home..and then head down to Padang at 1600hrs…then karaoke at night..and maybe, just maybe, throw in a clubbing session? Did you say “Zouk”, Sha?
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Thursday, June 23, 2005
A Sports Story: A Strong Mind But A Weak Body
I think I was being a fucking sore loser last night. Sorry yeah guys…Every stroke and attack didn’t turn out well. And, you guys have improved so much. Blah..sucky.
My right wrist is hurting so much, it hurts when I type.. This is bad.
Fell asleep while watching football and chatting online. Didn’t even read the “trade information” and my documents were scattered in my bedroom. Guess I was that tired. But then again, it was already 0300hrs. At 0400hrs, I staggered to the tv, switched it off and went into my room…wanting to sort out my resume and all the documents AND to read the notes. Well, it was wishful thinking indeed. I fell asleep on the cold hard floor with the light on. At 0730, I woke up frazzled.
Anyway…
I was sorting out my documents just now and I looked at my result slips. What a lousy student I was. From an A student in PSLE, to a B student at O Levels , to a C student in poly, to a D student in Uni. The latter was the best because in ECU, a ‘D’ denotes a Distinction. Sigh…poly results were the worst. But phew, I did have a few saving graces there. I forgot that I had a ‘B’ for Public Relations…hmm, why wasn’t I in that line?
Then I remember…I hate dressing up and I hate to say nice things. Then why was I in radio? Simple. I like entertainment. I’m an entertainment whore. And besides, I wasn’t Mona Wahab when I was on air. I was Akila, Princess of the Radio Waves. Okay I'm just talking cock.
I love working with the record player. Some said if I play certain songs backward, I could hear satanic messages. Bullshit. I tried on the supposed songs..i heard garbles.
And this was my favourite weapon of mass destruction.
Anyway…
Though I didn’t do well academically back in poly, I did well socialising and having fun. It was all crazy…but it was hell of a fun period. Man..i missed the mini-jamming session at the mac tables..the porn-surfing at the mac labs (that was crazy and dangerous..but fun)…that single touch-rugby game we played in the middle of nowhere…that ridiculous picnic we had in the field under the hot sun..the parties at Zouk..my early morning radio editing sessions with The-New-Paper-Woman Eri, Diana and Ernita…where I grew dazed and ended up strumming my guitar at a corner of the studio singing songs about Eri fucking her boyfriends…the scary movie production where everything went wrong…the other movie production with scary people with a lot of fake blood…
…my scriptwriting class where I didn’t understand a hoot what Burslem was saying because I couldn’t understand his Aussie accent, my MASSINA class where I didn’t understand a hoot what Kalinga was saying because I couldn’t understand his Sri Lankan accent, my TV lessons because Ziggy the lecturer always talked about irrelevant stuff...
..Jerome Lo and his thick American accent and Shankar with her superdry humour during marketing classes…Mrs Pek Choo with her i-cant-be-bothered-with-you-glamour-monkeys attitude during computer class…Mrs Choo with her irritating blinking eyes during Professional Prep class..Jenny Low with her bitchy remarks during advertising class…Susan Wells with her witchy nose and boring manner in human comm (the irony)…Keith Wells with his hilarious humour and distracting belly during mass comm. class..the british Dawn Gay (no she is not a gay lord or drag queen) with her irritating high-pitched voice and her Baywatch-reject wardrobe during my radio class…
Aiyoh! Now I know why I didn’t do well. I was soooo distracted!
And oh yeah…those photojourn lessons. I remember being fucking alone in the dark room for the first time and I was so frigging scared. But yeah…Photojourn and Radio Productions were the best subjects I’d taken back then. I took scriptwriting because hell..it was the easiest.
Wimbledon
Philippoussis should just quit tennis forever, He is one of the useless, most space-wasting players ever, together with Anna Kournikova. At least, Anna is pretty and has a slurpy boyfriend. So I guess that makes the Philippussy dude worse off than her. Yes I used to think he could make it BIG. I was wrong, ok! ARGH! Useless ex-Paris Hilton lover.
But well, Safin played to a perfection. Ditto Federer. Ferrero (ooh chocolates!) was impressive too. Lleyton Hewitt was entertaining but I was so cheesed off by his Aussie supporters. Made so much noise! I pitied the opponent. Come on...this is not Aussie Rules.
Girls-wise..no doubt the stars are #1 Davenport and Sharapova. But I had 4 favourites:
Clijsters, Mauresmo, Myskina and Kuznetsova.
Confed Cup
Brazil got through. Phew!
Sports..sports..sports (btw Michelin SHOULD reimbursed the people) on TV and not enough sleep. And I thought I could spend more time with my bed when the EPL’s over. Dream on.
All right.
Got to read the notes.
Then, NDP briefing at Expo at 1330hrs.
Then, interview later in the afternoon.
Wish me luck, lucknow.
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My right wrist is hurting so much, it hurts when I type.. This is bad.
Fell asleep while watching football and chatting online. Didn’t even read the “trade information” and my documents were scattered in my bedroom. Guess I was that tired. But then again, it was already 0300hrs. At 0400hrs, I staggered to the tv, switched it off and went into my room…wanting to sort out my resume and all the documents AND to read the notes. Well, it was wishful thinking indeed. I fell asleep on the cold hard floor with the light on. At 0730, I woke up frazzled.
Anyway…
I was sorting out my documents just now and I looked at my result slips. What a lousy student I was. From an A student in PSLE, to a B student at O Levels , to a C student in poly, to a D student in Uni. The latter was the best because in ECU, a ‘D’ denotes a Distinction. Sigh…poly results were the worst. But phew, I did have a few saving graces there. I forgot that I had a ‘B’ for Public Relations…hmm, why wasn’t I in that line?
Then I remember…I hate dressing up and I hate to say nice things. Then why was I in radio? Simple. I like entertainment. I’m an entertainment whore. And besides, I wasn’t Mona Wahab when I was on air. I was Akila, Princess of the Radio Waves. Okay I'm just talking cock.
I love working with the record player. Some said if I play certain songs backward, I could hear satanic messages. Bullshit. I tried on the supposed songs..i heard garbles.
And this was my favourite weapon of mass destruction.
Anyway…
Though I didn’t do well academically back in poly, I did well socialising and having fun. It was all crazy…but it was hell of a fun period. Man..i missed the mini-jamming session at the mac tables..the porn-surfing at the mac labs (that was crazy and dangerous..but fun)…that single touch-rugby game we played in the middle of nowhere…that ridiculous picnic we had in the field under the hot sun..the parties at Zouk..my early morning radio editing sessions with The-New-Paper-Woman Eri, Diana and Ernita…where I grew dazed and ended up strumming my guitar at a corner of the studio singing songs about Eri fucking her boyfriends…the scary movie production where everything went wrong…the other movie production with scary people with a lot of fake blood…
…my scriptwriting class where I didn’t understand a hoot what Burslem was saying because I couldn’t understand his Aussie accent, my MASSINA class where I didn’t understand a hoot what Kalinga was saying because I couldn’t understand his Sri Lankan accent, my TV lessons because Ziggy the lecturer always talked about irrelevant stuff...
..Jerome Lo and his thick American accent and Shankar with her superdry humour during marketing classes…Mrs Pek Choo with her i-cant-be-bothered-with-you-glamour-monkeys attitude during computer class…Mrs Choo with her irritating blinking eyes during Professional Prep class..Jenny Low with her bitchy remarks during advertising class…Susan Wells with her witchy nose and boring manner in human comm (the irony)…Keith Wells with his hilarious humour and distracting belly during mass comm. class..the british Dawn Gay (no she is not a gay lord or drag queen) with her irritating high-pitched voice and her Baywatch-reject wardrobe during my radio class…
Aiyoh! Now I know why I didn’t do well. I was soooo distracted!
And oh yeah…those photojourn lessons. I remember being fucking alone in the dark room for the first time and I was so frigging scared. But yeah…Photojourn and Radio Productions were the best subjects I’d taken back then. I took scriptwriting because hell..it was the easiest.
Wimbledon
Philippoussis should just quit tennis forever, He is one of the useless, most space-wasting players ever, together with Anna Kournikova. At least, Anna is pretty and has a slurpy boyfriend. So I guess that makes the Philippussy dude worse off than her. Yes I used to think he could make it BIG. I was wrong, ok! ARGH! Useless ex-Paris Hilton lover.
But well, Safin played to a perfection. Ditto Federer. Ferrero (ooh chocolates!) was impressive too. Lleyton Hewitt was entertaining but I was so cheesed off by his Aussie supporters. Made so much noise! I pitied the opponent. Come on...this is not Aussie Rules.
Girls-wise..no doubt the stars are #1 Davenport and Sharapova. But I had 4 favourites:
Clijsters, Mauresmo, Myskina and Kuznetsova.
Confed Cup
Brazil got through. Phew!
Sports..sports..sports (btw Michelin SHOULD reimbursed the people) on TV and not enough sleep. And I thought I could spend more time with my bed when the EPL’s over. Dream on.
All right.
Got to read the notes.
Then, NDP briefing at Expo at 1330hrs.
Then, interview later in the afternoon.
Wish me luck, lucknow.
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Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Interview with the vampire
Need to read up some “trade information” tonight. Wish me luck on the interview.
But before that, it’s badminton tonight. This time round, we’re heading to Yio Chu Kang. Ah…home.
I still haven’t decided on the Changi Village Hotel thingy. One more week to go.
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What's your battle?
Okay. I’ve got my pay slip. I am trying to be positive and optimistic about it. But it’s fucking god damn hard when at the bottom of it, it doesn’t even read $1.4K. *breathes in breathes out* Oh well. Let that not spoil my day. Thanks for the dough, anyway. Whatever!
My mom and my sis went to KL this morning. My auntie called last night and asked if they wanted to go for a quick getaway and like a blitzkrieg, they immediately packed their bags and left me at 0500hrs. I stumbled in the morning alone…not used to waking up to a dead house. No home-cooked food till Saturday.
I spent my morning reading past YG magazines and paying extra attention to the articles written by yours truly. Though I cursed and swore while writing them, the end products were always an object of affection. Seeing them in print, in colour with all the illustrations…damn priceless. Yeah priceless. Price-less. Literally.
I’ve got a feeling that the end is near. I’m like a dying man entertaining his thoughts and assembling his list of final requests. Regrets, I have had a few. But then again, too few to mention. Thanks, Sinatra.
Been raving about work and all its shitty glory in the past few entries. Gone were the days when I blogged about “intellectual” stuff. I guess, I left those bullshit in Perth…along with those great uni memories. I have to agree. Unis are the best place to start a revolution. Bohemianism and idealism is (technically “is” right? Because we cant count them?) so overpowering that sometimes, you can feel it pouring out of your classmates’ pores. Mostly not from the Asians for they really are clueless. All the demonstrations, fighting for your rights and stuff…great shit, man.
But but but…hah. Idealism doesn’t last long, does it? Reality smacks you in the face. No..reality buys a pie and slams the pie in your face. What idealism? We need to get a job! What career? We need to make money! What revolution? My family needs to eat! What documentaries? Sitcoms make me laugh! What exercise? Eating and sleeping is sweat-inducing! What love? Everybody’s self-centred! Why live? We die anyway!
But I…urgh..I shall not be moved. I will not let my future generations suffer the stupidity that I am going through.The revolution starts here. Points to her pimply head. And every time I’ve been brought down, the revolution grows. Maybe soon, it will come pouring out of my pores.
MERDEKA!
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
"So if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascists."
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, Will be next, Will be next
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas but not with real intent
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, Will be next, Will be next
"And on the street tonight
An old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days."
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, Will be next, Will be next - Manic Street Preachers
Look inside you. Find out what is it. The real battle you’re facing.
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My mom and my sis went to KL this morning. My auntie called last night and asked if they wanted to go for a quick getaway and like a blitzkrieg, they immediately packed their bags and left me at 0500hrs. I stumbled in the morning alone…not used to waking up to a dead house. No home-cooked food till Saturday.
I spent my morning reading past YG magazines and paying extra attention to the articles written by yours truly. Though I cursed and swore while writing them, the end products were always an object of affection. Seeing them in print, in colour with all the illustrations…damn priceless. Yeah priceless. Price-less. Literally.
I’ve got a feeling that the end is near. I’m like a dying man entertaining his thoughts and assembling his list of final requests. Regrets, I have had a few. But then again, too few to mention. Thanks, Sinatra.
Been raving about work and all its shitty glory in the past few entries. Gone were the days when I blogged about “intellectual” stuff. I guess, I left those bullshit in Perth…along with those great uni memories. I have to agree. Unis are the best place to start a revolution. Bohemianism and idealism is (technically “is” right? Because we cant count them?) so overpowering that sometimes, you can feel it pouring out of your classmates’ pores. Mostly not from the Asians for they really are clueless. All the demonstrations, fighting for your rights and stuff…great shit, man.
But but but…hah. Idealism doesn’t last long, does it? Reality smacks you in the face. No..reality buys a pie and slams the pie in your face. What idealism? We need to get a job! What career? We need to make money! What revolution? My family needs to eat! What documentaries? Sitcoms make me laugh! What exercise? Eating and sleeping is sweat-inducing! What love? Everybody’s self-centred! Why live? We die anyway!
But I…urgh..I shall not be moved. I will not let my future generations suffer the stupidity that I am going through.The revolution starts here. Points to her pimply head. And every time I’ve been brought down, the revolution grows. Maybe soon, it will come pouring out of my pores.
MERDEKA!
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
"So if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascists."
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, Will be next, Will be next
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas but not with real intent
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, Will be next, Will be next
"And on the street tonight
An old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days."
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, Will be next, Will be next - Manic Street Preachers
Look inside you. Find out what is it. The real battle you’re facing.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
go to hell..
I have unofficially been “excluded” from YG…again. Thanks to Kelen and her bullcrap. This is the I-don’t-know-how-many-times I have been exiled after a conflict with her. I had been “exonerated” by Dame Kelen before and I usually ate humble-pie few days after being pardoned. Nah, not this time. Ever since that letter incident, we became transparent to each other. The only time I talked to her was somewhere last week, when I told her about my Changi Hotel dates. I tried to make peace by breaking the silence because up till that point, I realised I was in the wrong for making a big deal out of my non-existing privacy in this pseudo modern company. She then went on saying how it was not her fault opening that letter…blablabla. After I told her that I was fine and did not want to talk about it, she continued. I walked away. So much for peace-making efforts.
Urgh I don’t care. I am not the United Nations. I am just tired of her antics. She and the magazine can go to hell.
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Urgh I don’t care. I am not the United Nations. I am just tired of her antics. She and the magazine can go to hell.
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The Trouble With Life...
Urgh..in my excitement to go to work, I forgot that the bra I was wearing had no paddings. So, good luck to me now.
Wait.
Did I say “in my excitement to go to work”? What the…?
Well, it was raining (and maybe it still is, but I don’t care anymore) so it was the best time to whip out the new big, bad, black Batman (ka-pow!) umbrella.
“Pourquoi tombons-nous, Bruce?
“Pour que nous puissions nous prendre.”
Excuse me. That’s bad French. I should just stick to Bahasa Melayu.
“Kenapa kita jatuh, Berus?”
“Supaya kita dapat bangun semula.”
Imagine. The literal translation will be: “Supaya kita dapat pungut diri sendiri.”
Okay..enough of this language crap.
Was reading Sahriah’s blog entries and yeah, our relationships with the siblings have definitely changed. From the old “Waaaaaaaaaah! You spit at me, I’ll tell mak!” to “Oi, why you break my doll?” to “Hey, got $10 to spare?” to “Hey, want to share money to buy a fan?” My brother and I had a love-hate relationship but I guess, so did other siblings.
But one thing I am still quite pleased is that after all these years, he still calls me “Kakak”. Well, actually, it didn’t cross my mind but my “inquisitive” auntie brought it up. She said she was quite surprised that my brother still used “Kakak” on me.
Auntie: How do you feel?
Groggy Mona: Feel what? About what?
A: He still calls you “Kakak”. Shiok tak?
GM: Nonsense. It’s normal, what.
A: You both are just one year apart right?
GM: *grunts*
A: What? 1 year 1 month? 2 months? 3?
GM: *grunts grunts* 1 year 2 months. 14 months..whatever..
A: And he still calls you “Kakak”..awwww.
GM: *grunts* And what’s the problem with that?
A: Well some people would call their siblings by name..especially if they are just one year apart.
GM: *grunts* Gasak diorang, lah. (Whatever they deem fit, lah)
Mona’s Memoirs…(sound of electronic waves)
(I know it’s weird. But try reading this aloud in a British accent. )
We were not rich. But we were not poor, too. Since both my parents were working, our early childhood was rather comfortable. Of course, something had to be sacrificed. It was our parents’ love. We were placed, quite literally, under the armpits of my grandma. God bless her soul. She fed us, bathed us, fetched us to school, gave us a lot of TV and play time and many other cool stuff. She would bring us all over Singapore – to visit relatives, buy herbs to make home-made traditional medicine or to just plain shopping. She would sit by the kitchen window, sewing and singing…while my brother and I quarrelled and fought tooth-and-nail outside. One of us would end up crying and would retreat back to her armpits.
There was one day when my grandma did not pick me up from kindergarten. She thought my dad would do it. But my dad fell asleep and obviously, he did not do it. I gung-ho-ly walked home…only to bawl at the door.
We were not very close to our parents. They were quite robot-liked, quite mechanical – provide food, clothes, toys and books. Of course we kids treasured the little time we had with them. Outings were the best because we could psycho (yes, I cultivated that early) the folks to get what we wanted (we were TV kids, remember?). But emotional and mental wise, they couldn’t get it. They didn’t know our likes and dislikes (until now! Urgh!) and couldn’t understand our behaviours and tantrums. So my parents would get pissed at us…and scolded us..and beat us. As a result, we grew to be more rebellious and spoilt at the same time. In other words, bratty.
When I was eight, my mom was pregnant again. Then she decided to stop working. I knew my dad then felt helpless. My grandma moved out and stayed with my then-bachelor uncle because he needed her name to get a house. So, she moved to Yishun. My brother and I had to grapple with the crankiness of a very pregnant lady and a tired and edgy man. We were scolded..beaten. You get the idea. On top of that, the stress of bringing up a family took a lot of toll on my parents. They always fought scary wars. Perang Dayak, or tribal wars, one may call them. My brother and I would always run to our room and sometimes, we hid under the bed.
When my sister was born, it was hell. My dad was working doubly hard and my mom was busy with the baby. It was her first time dealing with a baby on her own. She had her mother when she handled both my brother and I. My sister’s incessant cries drove my brother, my dad and I insane. The house was in a mess and well, we were always emotionally left on our own. No one asked about our school lives, our studies, our friends and stuff. Lucky we were over-achievers back then..hahaha.
Life changed after that. We were not that comfortable anymore. In a way, I pitied my sister. She was not given the luxury that we had. But she had our mother’s love and that was far more important. Anyway, that was also the time, we learnt to be more independent and “smart”. We were made to do household chores in exchange for freedom. Yeah, like an Abyssinian slave. We traded dirty dishes for money, every laundry fold with extra TV time…library time, swimming time, McD. We were always working for something and we did it so well, other relatives hired us.
Mona: I want to be a lawyer, policewoman, dancer, sportswoman, radio presenter, movie director, poet…
Bro: I want to be a soldier, fireman, car racer, footballer, pilot, robot…
Secondary school was the best rebellion years and Mao Zedong would be so proud of us. We got scolded still and we had to deal with the irritating sister. We no longer do household chores because by then, my dad had developed an obsessive compulsive disorder of keeping everything clean, neat and spotless. We would sweep the floor and stuff and then he would accuse us for not doing…and then he did everything again. As time went by, we no longer did anything, preferring to lie that we had done it. Either way, we got scolded still. That was how we cultivated lying, skiving and soon..pilfering. Haha.
But I guess life did not go downhill after all. I found great friends…who were all so down-to-earth and very, very real. Not all had good relationships with their parents so I did not feel like a freak, really. My brother and I grew out of each other during our teens. He hung out with his friends and I hung out with mine. In primary school, we kind of mixed with the same clique. He got into some bad company and got himself into lots of troubles. Me? In a way, I grew mature during my teens. Like I said, I had really damn down-to-earth friends and they thought me a lot of stuff…like anger management, patience and filial piety. I learnt.
Ahhh too long. Enough for now.
###
Wait.
Did I say “in my excitement to go to work”? What the…?
Well, it was raining (and maybe it still is, but I don’t care anymore) so it was the best time to whip out the new big, bad, black Batman (ka-pow!) umbrella.
“Pourquoi tombons-nous, Bruce?
“Pour que nous puissions nous prendre.”
Excuse me. That’s bad French. I should just stick to Bahasa Melayu.
“Kenapa kita jatuh, Berus?”
“Supaya kita dapat bangun semula.”
Imagine. The literal translation will be: “Supaya kita dapat pungut diri sendiri.”
Okay..enough of this language crap.
Was reading Sahriah’s blog entries and yeah, our relationships with the siblings have definitely changed. From the old “Waaaaaaaaaah! You spit at me, I’ll tell mak!” to “Oi, why you break my doll?” to “Hey, got $10 to spare?” to “Hey, want to share money to buy a fan?” My brother and I had a love-hate relationship but I guess, so did other siblings.
But one thing I am still quite pleased is that after all these years, he still calls me “Kakak”. Well, actually, it didn’t cross my mind but my “inquisitive” auntie brought it up. She said she was quite surprised that my brother still used “Kakak” on me.
Auntie: How do you feel?
Groggy Mona: Feel what? About what?
A: He still calls you “Kakak”. Shiok tak?
GM: Nonsense. It’s normal, what.
A: You both are just one year apart right?
GM: *grunts*
A: What? 1 year 1 month? 2 months? 3?
GM: *grunts grunts* 1 year 2 months. 14 months..whatever..
A: And he still calls you “Kakak”..awwww.
GM: *grunts* And what’s the problem with that?
A: Well some people would call their siblings by name..especially if they are just one year apart.
GM: *grunts* Gasak diorang, lah. (Whatever they deem fit, lah)
Mona’s Memoirs…(sound of electronic waves)
(I know it’s weird. But try reading this aloud in a British accent. )
We were not rich. But we were not poor, too. Since both my parents were working, our early childhood was rather comfortable. Of course, something had to be sacrificed. It was our parents’ love. We were placed, quite literally, under the armpits of my grandma. God bless her soul. She fed us, bathed us, fetched us to school, gave us a lot of TV and play time and many other cool stuff. She would bring us all over Singapore – to visit relatives, buy herbs to make home-made traditional medicine or to just plain shopping. She would sit by the kitchen window, sewing and singing…while my brother and I quarrelled and fought tooth-and-nail outside. One of us would end up crying and would retreat back to her armpits.
There was one day when my grandma did not pick me up from kindergarten. She thought my dad would do it. But my dad fell asleep and obviously, he did not do it. I gung-ho-ly walked home…only to bawl at the door.
We were not very close to our parents. They were quite robot-liked, quite mechanical – provide food, clothes, toys and books. Of course we kids treasured the little time we had with them. Outings were the best because we could psycho (yes, I cultivated that early) the folks to get what we wanted (we were TV kids, remember?). But emotional and mental wise, they couldn’t get it. They didn’t know our likes and dislikes (until now! Urgh!) and couldn’t understand our behaviours and tantrums. So my parents would get pissed at us…and scolded us..and beat us. As a result, we grew to be more rebellious and spoilt at the same time. In other words, bratty.
When I was eight, my mom was pregnant again. Then she decided to stop working. I knew my dad then felt helpless. My grandma moved out and stayed with my then-bachelor uncle because he needed her name to get a house. So, she moved to Yishun. My brother and I had to grapple with the crankiness of a very pregnant lady and a tired and edgy man. We were scolded..beaten. You get the idea. On top of that, the stress of bringing up a family took a lot of toll on my parents. They always fought scary wars. Perang Dayak, or tribal wars, one may call them. My brother and I would always run to our room and sometimes, we hid under the bed.
When my sister was born, it was hell. My dad was working doubly hard and my mom was busy with the baby. It was her first time dealing with a baby on her own. She had her mother when she handled both my brother and I. My sister’s incessant cries drove my brother, my dad and I insane. The house was in a mess and well, we were always emotionally left on our own. No one asked about our school lives, our studies, our friends and stuff. Lucky we were over-achievers back then..hahaha.
Life changed after that. We were not that comfortable anymore. In a way, I pitied my sister. She was not given the luxury that we had. But she had our mother’s love and that was far more important. Anyway, that was also the time, we learnt to be more independent and “smart”. We were made to do household chores in exchange for freedom. Yeah, like an Abyssinian slave. We traded dirty dishes for money, every laundry fold with extra TV time…library time, swimming time, McD. We were always working for something and we did it so well, other relatives hired us.
Mona: I want to be a lawyer, policewoman, dancer, sportswoman, radio presenter, movie director, poet…
Bro: I want to be a soldier, fireman, car racer, footballer, pilot, robot…
Secondary school was the best rebellion years and Mao Zedong would be so proud of us. We got scolded still and we had to deal with the irritating sister. We no longer do household chores because by then, my dad had developed an obsessive compulsive disorder of keeping everything clean, neat and spotless. We would sweep the floor and stuff and then he would accuse us for not doing…and then he did everything again. As time went by, we no longer did anything, preferring to lie that we had done it. Either way, we got scolded still. That was how we cultivated lying, skiving and soon..pilfering. Haha.
But I guess life did not go downhill after all. I found great friends…who were all so down-to-earth and very, very real. Not all had good relationships with their parents so I did not feel like a freak, really. My brother and I grew out of each other during our teens. He hung out with his friends and I hung out with mine. In primary school, we kind of mixed with the same clique. He got into some bad company and got himself into lots of troubles. Me? In a way, I grew mature during my teens. Like I said, I had really damn down-to-earth friends and they thought me a lot of stuff…like anger management, patience and filial piety. I learnt.
Ahhh too long. Enough for now.
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Monday, June 20, 2005
Dont worry baby
Waikiki says my idleness at work is creating a mockery out of this place. Well, what does he want me to do? Be more proactive and beg for jobs from my boss which I am not qualified to do and botch them up? I may be bo liao…but I am not THAT bo liao.
Well, I do have things to do. I have to source out for photos and deal with copyrights and stuff…but I cant do them now because I haven’t gone for the art briefing,,,which is this Friday, 0900hrs at MOE. And as for YG..well, I am done with the July issue and for the August one, I am writing about the Changi Hotel thingy (only written-able after 2 July) and the NDP. I have no idea when I can start on the NDP article because I have yet to be told about the dates of the rehearsals. Also need to write for the Eye Spy page..but can only write when Queen Kelen is done giving me the list of the products. That will be probably in the first week of july..where then I will have to rush the article. Then I will start to panic.
Anyway…while in-between skiving and doing some actual work, I am still reading DK’s HISTORY OF THE WORLD. I have reached 1946-1990s Europe now…a few more decades to go. Though I sure cant remember all the things I’ve read, but it just felt good to know a few good stuff.
Oh..i’ve decided to forgo the Thailand trip. I figure since it is a supposedly “business” trip, I don’t think I want to go anymore because, who knows, I may not be with this company for long. And plus, I have to take 3 days of leave. I want to use that leave for *ahemjobinterviews* or more meaningful holidays.
Hahahahahahah. Holidays. Right.
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Well, I do have things to do. I have to source out for photos and deal with copyrights and stuff…but I cant do them now because I haven’t gone for the art briefing,,,which is this Friday, 0900hrs at MOE. And as for YG..well, I am done with the July issue and for the August one, I am writing about the Changi Hotel thingy (only written-able after 2 July) and the NDP. I have no idea when I can start on the NDP article because I have yet to be told about the dates of the rehearsals. Also need to write for the Eye Spy page..but can only write when Queen Kelen is done giving me the list of the products. That will be probably in the first week of july..where then I will have to rush the article. Then I will start to panic.
Anyway…while in-between skiving and doing some actual work, I am still reading DK’s HISTORY OF THE WORLD. I have reached 1946-1990s Europe now…a few more decades to go. Though I sure cant remember all the things I’ve read, but it just felt good to know a few good stuff.
Oh..i’ve decided to forgo the Thailand trip. I figure since it is a supposedly “business” trip, I don’t think I want to go anymore because, who knows, I may not be with this company for long. And plus, I have to take 3 days of leave. I want to use that leave for *ahemjobinterviews* or more meaningful holidays.
Hahahahahahah. Holidays. Right.
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It only seems like yesterday...
I asked betsy if she wanted to go for lunch just now. She said she was on half day and couldn’t join me. Right. Guess who did I see having lunch with Maureen and Joanne at the CD HQ just now?
No I am not bitter. Okay, just a teensy bit. But if you don’t want to eat with me, at least next time, come up with a better lie lah. Stupid.
*breathes in..breathes out*
Done.
No point getting pissed at idiots. No qualms about it.
25 things to do before you are 25
No I am not bitter. Okay, just a teensy bit. But if you don’t want to eat with me, at least next time, come up with a better lie lah. Stupid.
*breathes in..breathes out*
Done.
No point getting pissed at idiots. No qualms about it.
1. Fall in Love.
Maybe..maybe not. I have no idea. Love is hazy and I have no recollections..
2. Ride a bicycle.
I remember the first time…Disastrous. There was blood. Haha it sounded like a “first night’.
3. Swim.
Passable..but not a fantastic aqua kid. My coach did mention that i was naturally "streamlined" though...yeah a fat fish.
4. Kiss someone.
Sadly, I have.
5. Ride a motorcycle.
Pillion, dey, pillion.
6. Have a night out with your friends - just talking.
Of course!
7. Try alcohol (and realize that getting drunk is just not worth it.)
I ate Rum n Raisin ice cream without knowing (I was young lah!)..also ate Tiramisu cake. Those were the times I had ever tasted anything with alcohol.
8. Learn to play a musical instrument - at least “trying“
Recorder, pianica, xylophone, marimba, metallophone, guitar…erm..the gong?
9. Play your favorite game for a whole day.
Monopoly? It went on for the whole night..till 8am. Does that count?
10. Read "The Godfather" and "Love Story".
I saw the movies…Does that count too?
11. Learn to cook.
I have this natural ability of not learning..but to dare-devilishly cook anyway. Otherwise, I’ll read the recipe.
12. Skydive.
Not yet. An eye doctor once said my eyes might not be able to take the air pressure and if I were to sky dive or do bungee, the eye balls could drop out. But now, I think he was kidding. Either that, I should wear a pair of goggles. That way I can keep my eye balls for souvenirs.
13. Watch the sunrise.
Blah..many times. Though I wish I was in bed. I guess it’s because I haven’t got that special homosapien to watch it with.
14. Resist trying smoking-you will thank yourself for the rest of your life.
Wanted to try in Primary 5..chickened out and never tried it again. Smoked shisha when I was 24 though.
15. Go to a rock show.
BLUR! SUEDE! Okay…they are not really RAAAAWK but hey, Brit Rock is rock too. Ah yeah..
16. Trek - Climb a mountain.
Erm..Mount Ophir..and some obscure ones in Malaysia.
17. Smell a Rose.
Sweet. Checked.
18. Shave your head or grow your hair extra long.
Have never shaved it..and my longest pre-25 hair was I think back in sec 2….
19. Write a poem/song.
I have a whole collection of those…damn angsty shit.
20. Drench yourself in the rain.
That’s normal.
21. Eat the cheapest meal you can find.
When I was in secondary school, liah and I would share a $2 plate of Indian rojak and a mug of sugar cane diluted water. What to do…we were struggling students back then. Erm..now I’m still struggling.
22. Gate-crash into a party.
Nope. Too cool for that. Tak kena invited, cakap lah!
23. Go regularly to the gym for at least three months.
I did have a “calling” when I was 19…
24. Learn your favourite song by heart.
Duh. I even know not-so-favourite ones by heart too.
25. Walk a mile - alone.
Ok 1 mile=1.6km. That’s peanuts! Of course I have! Hello, 2.4km anyone? 12 minutes, mind you!
Man...Those were the days of being before 25.
###
I'm a lil bit country, I'm a lil bit rock n roll
The snowflakes fall as winter comes
And time just seems to fly
Is it the loneliness in me that makes me want to cry
My heart is sad, like a morning dove
That's lost its mate in flight
Hearing the cooing of his lonely heart
Thought the stillness of the night
Whispering pines, whispering pines
Tell me is it so
Whispering pines, whispering pines
You are the one who knows
My darling is gone, oh he's gone
And I need your sympathy
Whispering pines send my baby back to me
See that squirrel up in the tree
His mate there on the ground
Hear they making call of love
For the happy nest they found
Is my love, still my love, oh this I've go to know
Send a message by the wind, because I love him so
Whispering pines, whispering pines
Tell me is it so
Whispering pines, whispering pines
You are the one who knows
My darling is gone, oh he's gone
And I need your sympathy
Whispering pines send my baby back to me - Whispering Pines, an old country song
It has been ringing in my head for the past few days now…one of the saddest country tunes ever. Wait, country tunes are mostly sad. What are you talking about? Must thank Juanita for introducing me to a world of country classics. I love them to bits. I cant wait to have my own house (or at least, my own proper room) where I can have my Sunday afternoon country moment. Just put on my country records (yeah I do have country LPs!) and cds and haha..probably start to mop the flour or clean the house or something. Pure domestic bliss!
Oh oh..congratulations to Susan and Sean on their engagement!! An outdoor wedding sounds grrrreat! Oooh I hope I am invited. And Jo and Jay…all the best for the St Andrew’s Cathedral wedding too, yeah? I’ve never had the chance to attend a wedding at St Andrew’s…and I think it will be fantastic. Why do I feel this urge to get a gothic dress for their wedding? Ah, I love church weddings and I blame Hollywood for that.
What's the worst that I could say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight (Helena, My Chemical Romance)
The weekend went whizzing by but it was certainly one of the most uneventful weekends of my life. Apart from being all hot and sweaty, I suffered a deep feeling of malaise. I guess the heat had gotten into my head. Sleep was laborious, eating was boring and tv didn’t really have much nice stuff on it. Parents were having a weekend marathon of Indian movies…Tamil, Hindi, Punjabi, Malayalam…etc. Well they kind of do this every weekend. I can now roughly tell the differences between a Punjabi movie and a Tamil one, a Hindi and a Malayalam one… but one thing that is common: When the singers open their mouths, the females all sound the same, and the males all sound the same. Yes, even though they sing in different patois. That’s pa-twa…not pa-toys.
Seriously now…
What is the root of this silent depression? A muted protest? Okay I am pretending.
I know why. Stop my pretending.
I was all right for a while, I could smile for a while
But I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say "Hello"
Aww you wished me well, you couldn't tell
That I'd been cry-i-i-i-ng over you, cry-i-i-i-ng over you
Then you said "so long". left me standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying, crying cry-i-ing
It's hard to understand but the touch of your hand
Can start me crying
I thought that I was over you but it's tru-ue, so true
I love you even more than I did before
But darling what can I do-o-o-o
For you don't love me and I'll always be
Cry-i-i-i-ng over you, cry-i-i-i-ng over you
Yes, now you're gone and from this moment on
I'll be crying, crying, crying, cry-i-i-ing
Yeah crying, crying, o-o-o-o-ver you - Crying, Roy Orbison
No. I am not crying over someone…for someone… with someone. This heart’s just want to wail, you know what I mean? I guess it’s true, then. Country music really soothes the savage beast.
Hi.
F/25.
Loves country music.
Haha. Freak.
###
And time just seems to fly
Is it the loneliness in me that makes me want to cry
My heart is sad, like a morning dove
That's lost its mate in flight
Hearing the cooing of his lonely heart
Thought the stillness of the night
Whispering pines, whispering pines
Tell me is it so
Whispering pines, whispering pines
You are the one who knows
My darling is gone, oh he's gone
And I need your sympathy
Whispering pines send my baby back to me
See that squirrel up in the tree
His mate there on the ground
Hear they making call of love
For the happy nest they found
Is my love, still my love, oh this I've go to know
Send a message by the wind, because I love him so
Whispering pines, whispering pines
Tell me is it so
Whispering pines, whispering pines
You are the one who knows
My darling is gone, oh he's gone
And I need your sympathy
Whispering pines send my baby back to me - Whispering Pines, an old country song
It has been ringing in my head for the past few days now…one of the saddest country tunes ever. Wait, country tunes are mostly sad. What are you talking about? Must thank Juanita for introducing me to a world of country classics. I love them to bits. I cant wait to have my own house (or at least, my own proper room) where I can have my Sunday afternoon country moment. Just put on my country records (yeah I do have country LPs!) and cds and haha..probably start to mop the flour or clean the house or something. Pure domestic bliss!
Oh oh..congratulations to Susan and Sean on their engagement!! An outdoor wedding sounds grrrreat! Oooh I hope I am invited. And Jo and Jay…all the best for the St Andrew’s Cathedral wedding too, yeah? I’ve never had the chance to attend a wedding at St Andrew’s…and I think it will be fantastic. Why do I feel this urge to get a gothic dress for their wedding? Ah, I love church weddings and I blame Hollywood for that.
What's the worst that I could say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight (Helena, My Chemical Romance)
The weekend went whizzing by but it was certainly one of the most uneventful weekends of my life. Apart from being all hot and sweaty, I suffered a deep feeling of malaise. I guess the heat had gotten into my head. Sleep was laborious, eating was boring and tv didn’t really have much nice stuff on it. Parents were having a weekend marathon of Indian movies…Tamil, Hindi, Punjabi, Malayalam…etc. Well they kind of do this every weekend. I can now roughly tell the differences between a Punjabi movie and a Tamil one, a Hindi and a Malayalam one… but one thing that is common: When the singers open their mouths, the females all sound the same, and the males all sound the same. Yes, even though they sing in different patois. That’s pa-twa…not pa-toys.
Seriously now…
What is the root of this silent depression? A muted protest? Okay I am pretending.
I know why. Stop my pretending.
I was all right for a while, I could smile for a while
But I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say "Hello"
Aww you wished me well, you couldn't tell
That I'd been cry-i-i-i-ng over you, cry-i-i-i-ng over you
Then you said "so long". left me standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying, crying cry-i-ing
It's hard to understand but the touch of your hand
Can start me crying
I thought that I was over you but it's tru-ue, so true
I love you even more than I did before
But darling what can I do-o-o-o
For you don't love me and I'll always be
Cry-i-i-i-ng over you, cry-i-i-i-ng over you
Yes, now you're gone and from this moment on
I'll be crying, crying, crying, cry-i-i-ing
Yeah crying, crying, o-o-o-o-ver you - Crying, Roy Orbison
No. I am not crying over someone…for someone… with someone. This heart’s just want to wail, you know what I mean? I guess it’s true, then. Country music really soothes the savage beast.
Hi.
F/25.
Loves country music.
Haha. Freak.
###
You and me bubblin...in the heat
I know my pc is getting on with age. Come on...it's yellowish, slow and requires a lot of patience. Getting online every day is getting to be quite a chore. Yes yes...I know something has gotten to be done. Pronto. I am working on it.
Hasn't it been getting just too darn hot? My room is like a bloody furnace. Both my sister and I have been getting by with that teensy little fan attached to my bed ever since the newly bought fan (barely one month old) decided tojust create a lot of noise. It's all my fault really. The old Chinese woman sold me a faulty one and I didn't check it. I asked my mom to return it the next day but she was too lazy and on top of that, she threw the receipt! Anyway... have been sleeping with my mother these past few nights. Tsk tsk tsk..
"Oh I thought the world of you
I thought nothing would go wrong
But I was wrong
I was wrong.."
Cant wait for this week to be over. I am looking forward to the coming weekend. I have enough of cold turkey already. I need to buy something...anything. Hahaha. Oh I finally settled the dates for the changi village hotel stay. The question now is: who to ask? Sex partners? Or girlfriends? Help.
Ooh
My fingers are melting.
Hot sweat is rolling down my back.
I cant take this menacing heat anymore.
Bring me the ice bucket!
A thousand times good night sweaty sexy people.
###
Hasn't it been getting just too darn hot? My room is like a bloody furnace. Both my sister and I have been getting by with that teensy little fan attached to my bed ever since the newly bought fan (barely one month old) decided tojust create a lot of noise. It's all my fault really. The old Chinese woman sold me a faulty one and I didn't check it. I asked my mom to return it the next day but she was too lazy and on top of that, she threw the receipt! Anyway... have been sleeping with my mother these past few nights. Tsk tsk tsk..
"Oh I thought the world of you
I thought nothing would go wrong
But I was wrong
I was wrong.."
Cant wait for this week to be over. I am looking forward to the coming weekend. I have enough of cold turkey already. I need to buy something...anything. Hahaha. Oh I finally settled the dates for the changi village hotel stay. The question now is: who to ask? Sex partners? Or girlfriends? Help.
Ooh
My fingers are melting.
Hot sweat is rolling down my back.
I cant take this menacing heat anymore.
Bring me the ice bucket!
A thousand times good night sweaty sexy people.
###
Friday, June 17, 2005
Albert, sing us a song!
If anyone has noticed, I have been living my life the past days as if I am on a tether. I have no one to blame but myself .. no fault of others but my own. It is quite depressing but I try not to think about it. But I cant help it sometimes..especially when I have too much spare time. Like now…
The barbecue last night went quite ok. Had a little problem of setting up the fire because at 1630hrs, it was too windy to burn big, thick charcoals. Oh you should have seen the girth of those black things! Didn’t really interact much with the others because..well I didn’t want to. Bite me. So I just busied meself with barbecuing the food and hanging with IT, Dear and Xuewei. By 2030hrs, the party was almost over. Well, it was a weekday night, after all. My gang of 4 took a slow walk to McD, had a chat about our bitter working lives under the regimented eyes of this German concentration camp (the Fuhrer being Lord GL itself..yeah “itself”). We headed home at 2145hrs and at 2255hrs, I had officially missed the 3rd episode of LOST. Dammit.
I cant wait for the next weekend. I don’t know what’s going to happen then but I am sure I will definitely enjoy it more than the impending one. Plus, I think my NDP passes are coming so yeah…I can kaypoh-kaypoh down at the Padang soon. I love that. The mechanics of preparing for the National Day Parade always fascinate me, ever since I was involved indirectly in 1998. Not only because they are many (countless!!) men in uniform, it’s also because the level of focus given by the many NDP personnel involved is AMAZING!
Yes, yes, I’m the NDP whore…and a TV slut, a movie junkie, pop tart..proud of it.
I asked a few of my colleagues if they wanted to attend the NDP because if they wanted to, I could get media passes for them. No one wanted. Pure sadness, I tell you! Pure sadness. I guess no one will understand my fascination, The thing is…I lap up the atmosphere. Being in the stadium or Padang, for that matter with many other Singaporeans…it kinds of renewing your patriotism. Yes yes you need not attend NDP to feel patriotic but you will feel EXTRA love when you are watching it live. Plus, who knows…this may be Nathan’s last NDP as the President.
The “tembak foe-de-joie” (ah fuck the spelling) and the state flag fly-past, the pretend-to-sing-but-actually-it’s-all-recorded choir, the people busting their asses weeks in weeks out perfecting their choreographed performances and the fireworks…man, they are all exceptional. My favourite part? The pre-parade and the parade segments. The display segment…well, comme ci comme ca lah…hah, the irony.
But anyhow, hope I’ll get the passes soon cause I need to cover the event and I have to attend their rehearsals and stuff. Weather’s been kind of bad lately. Wait, Singapore weather has never been great. Urgh..soggy Padang.
Okay it wont be THIS bad.
I don’t know why but suddenly my mind is jolted by memories of the Old Trafford Stadium. Huh, so much for patriotism bullcrap!
Ting and I were among the millions (okay fine..100?) of fans waiting outside the exit for the players. Then when the kit-man came out, everybody cheered. It was so funny because the kit-man was clearly sheepish about it. Then a few started to chant:
Albert! Albert! Sing us a song! Albert, sing us a song!
It was hilarious…a great difference to the usual “Kelong!”, “Referee kayu!”, “Butoh!”, “Balik kampong, lah!” “Nabei chee bye!”, “Chao lam pa!”, “Puki mak kau sial!” kind of stuff we always get in our stadium. I am not even sure if his name was Albert.
Hah.
But seriously, it was by far, the trip of my life and I don’t mind suffering and starving when I came back. Heck, my best friend said it was crazy of me to do it and for that, she said she respected me. Hooray!!! Yeah..that’s what we need. The respect of your best friend…and world peace. No regrets and many memories to boast. So Albert, give me a song, will you?
When you were young
And your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
You know you did
You know you did
You know you did
But if this ever-changing world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
What does it matter to ya?
When you gotta job to do
You gotta do it well
You gotta give the other fellow hell
You used to say live and let live
You know you did
You know you did
You know you did
But if this ever-changing world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die - Live And Let Die, Paul McCartney
Not Albert, but Paul. We got to taste a bit of hell to treasure what we have and what we have done.
###
The barbecue last night went quite ok. Had a little problem of setting up the fire because at 1630hrs, it was too windy to burn big, thick charcoals. Oh you should have seen the girth of those black things! Didn’t really interact much with the others because..well I didn’t want to. Bite me. So I just busied meself with barbecuing the food and hanging with IT, Dear and Xuewei. By 2030hrs, the party was almost over. Well, it was a weekday night, after all. My gang of 4 took a slow walk to McD, had a chat about our bitter working lives under the regimented eyes of this German concentration camp (the Fuhrer being Lord GL itself..yeah “itself”). We headed home at 2145hrs and at 2255hrs, I had officially missed the 3rd episode of LOST. Dammit.
| You Think Michael Jackson Is Guilty |
 Q: How many times does 12 go into 35? A: Ask Michael Jackson. |
I cant wait for the next weekend. I don’t know what’s going to happen then but I am sure I will definitely enjoy it more than the impending one. Plus, I think my NDP passes are coming so yeah…I can kaypoh-kaypoh down at the Padang soon. I love that. The mechanics of preparing for the National Day Parade always fascinate me, ever since I was involved indirectly in 1998. Not only because they are many (countless!!) men in uniform, it’s also because the level of focus given by the many NDP personnel involved is AMAZING!
Yes, yes, I’m the NDP whore…and a TV slut, a movie junkie, pop tart..proud of it.
I asked a few of my colleagues if they wanted to attend the NDP because if they wanted to, I could get media passes for them. No one wanted. Pure sadness, I tell you! Pure sadness. I guess no one will understand my fascination, The thing is…I lap up the atmosphere. Being in the stadium or Padang, for that matter with many other Singaporeans…it kinds of renewing your patriotism. Yes yes you need not attend NDP to feel patriotic but you will feel EXTRA love when you are watching it live. Plus, who knows…this may be Nathan’s last NDP as the President.
The “tembak foe-de-joie” (ah fuck the spelling) and the state flag fly-past, the pretend-to-sing-but-actually-it’s-all-recorded choir, the people busting their asses weeks in weeks out perfecting their choreographed performances and the fireworks…man, they are all exceptional. My favourite part? The pre-parade and the parade segments. The display segment…well, comme ci comme ca lah…hah, the irony.
But anyhow, hope I’ll get the passes soon cause I need to cover the event and I have to attend their rehearsals and stuff. Weather’s been kind of bad lately. Wait, Singapore weather has never been great. Urgh..soggy Padang.
Okay it wont be THIS bad.
I don’t know why but suddenly my mind is jolted by memories of the Old Trafford Stadium. Huh, so much for patriotism bullcrap!
Ting and I were among the millions (okay fine..100?) of fans waiting outside the exit for the players. Then when the kit-man came out, everybody cheered. It was so funny because the kit-man was clearly sheepish about it. Then a few started to chant:
Albert! Albert! Sing us a song! Albert, sing us a song!
It was hilarious…a great difference to the usual “Kelong!”, “Referee kayu!”, “Butoh!”, “Balik kampong, lah!” “Nabei chee bye!”, “Chao lam pa!”, “Puki mak kau sial!” kind of stuff we always get in our stadium. I am not even sure if his name was Albert.
Hah.
But seriously, it was by far, the trip of my life and I don’t mind suffering and starving when I came back. Heck, my best friend said it was crazy of me to do it and for that, she said she respected me. Hooray!!! Yeah..that’s what we need. The respect of your best friend…and world peace. No regrets and many memories to boast. So Albert, give me a song, will you?
When you were young
And your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
You know you did
You know you did
You know you did
But if this ever-changing world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
What does it matter to ya?
When you gotta job to do
You gotta do it well
You gotta give the other fellow hell
You used to say live and let live
You know you did
You know you did
You know you did
But if this ever-changing world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die - Live And Let Die, Paul McCartney
Not Albert, but Paul. We got to taste a bit of hell to treasure what we have and what we have done.
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Thursday, June 16, 2005
Wa-fucking-lao!
I am still reading Daphne Teo’s blog. It’s like a shopaholic’s dream comes true.
Leaving for East Coast in about an hour’s time. Company is having an evening barbecuing at the beach kind of shit…so here I am in my street-smart, worn-out converse, my over-worn farking colourful OP polo and my soon-to-be faded DP quarts. I am feeling like a beach hobo and it’s only Thursday. Huh? That means, I have to think of an even casual attire tomorrow…just because it’s Friday. If only I can wear my tennis skirt to work…but no, i might just meet that man again.
Yeah..i met this Indian man on the bus 3 times on 2 days. Was on the bus back home on Tuesday and I sat right at the back (lower deck on a double decker). At first I thought..fine..my shoulders are too broad. So I was really hunching and stuff in my officey-looking attire (I hate office clothes..but..oh well). But it got really uncomfortable. I bent forward and turned my head to my left and saw that this bugger had more space to his side but he was hell-bent on squeezing on my space.
I started being irritated and when I am irritated, I would behave irritatingly. So I began to shift around in my seat like I had ants down my pants…wriggling, squirming, glancing at him (I am really too chicken to tell him off), being all restless from Paya Lebar all the way to AMK (damn long journey that day!). I think the woman seated on my right was irritated by me too. Sorry but urgh, the man was irritating me.
Anyway…
He did not budge, fuck! There he was in his blue shirt, black pants and a scroll of documents in his hand..looking straight ahead and infringing on my shoulder-space when he had more space on his left side. I was so tempted to change seat but urgh..somehow I didn’t. Will definitely change next time. As the bus approached my Jubilee bus stop, somehow, I felt some ribbing. He was jabbing (ok..it wasn’t brutal jabbing but softer..poking?) my side. Maybe he wanted to jab my boobs or something but what he got was my rib cage (which was luckily shrouded with fats). I was so pissed I shook him off and headed for the door.
Then the next morning (Wednesday) on my way to ITE Simei, he boarded the same bus. He was wearing a blue shirt and black pants and carrying a scroll of documents in his hand still. He saw me. I glared and looked away. I tried not to sleep because I wouldn’t know if he ended up beside me…
…which he managed to do it again last night, as in on my way back. I was rushing back because I was meeting the polymoons for badminton. Then somewhere along Tai Seng/Paya Lebar, he boarded the bus. Fuck fuck fuck…I saw an empty seat beside an Indian woman and rushed to sit by the window. Ok…then the guy went to the back of the bus…Good. Maybe he would sit at the back or something. Then I fell asleep. I woke up, guess who was beside me?
Come on, say it with me now.
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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Leaving for East Coast in about an hour’s time. Company is having an evening barbecuing at the beach kind of shit…so here I am in my street-smart, worn-out converse, my over-worn farking colourful OP polo and my soon-to-be faded DP quarts. I am feeling like a beach hobo and it’s only Thursday. Huh? That means, I have to think of an even casual attire tomorrow…just because it’s Friday. If only I can wear my tennis skirt to work…but no, i might just meet that man again.
Yeah..i met this Indian man on the bus 3 times on 2 days. Was on the bus back home on Tuesday and I sat right at the back (lower deck on a double decker). At first I thought..fine..my shoulders are too broad. So I was really hunching and stuff in my officey-looking attire (I hate office clothes..but..oh well). But it got really uncomfortable. I bent forward and turned my head to my left and saw that this bugger had more space to his side but he was hell-bent on squeezing on my space.
I started being irritated and when I am irritated, I would behave irritatingly. So I began to shift around in my seat like I had ants down my pants…wriggling, squirming, glancing at him (I am really too chicken to tell him off), being all restless from Paya Lebar all the way to AMK (damn long journey that day!). I think the woman seated on my right was irritated by me too. Sorry but urgh, the man was irritating me.
Anyway…
He did not budge, fuck! There he was in his blue shirt, black pants and a scroll of documents in his hand..looking straight ahead and infringing on my shoulder-space when he had more space on his left side. I was so tempted to change seat but urgh..somehow I didn’t. Will definitely change next time. As the bus approached my Jubilee bus stop, somehow, I felt some ribbing. He was jabbing (ok..it wasn’t brutal jabbing but softer..poking?) my side. Maybe he wanted to jab my boobs or something but what he got was my rib cage (which was luckily shrouded with fats). I was so pissed I shook him off and headed for the door.
Then the next morning (Wednesday) on my way to ITE Simei, he boarded the same bus. He was wearing a blue shirt and black pants and carrying a scroll of documents in his hand still. He saw me. I glared and looked away. I tried not to sleep because I wouldn’t know if he ended up beside me…
…which he managed to do it again last night, as in on my way back. I was rushing back because I was meeting the polymoons for badminton. Then somewhere along Tai Seng/Paya Lebar, he boarded the bus. Fuck fuck fuck…I saw an empty seat beside an Indian woman and rushed to sit by the window. Ok…then the guy went to the back of the bus…Good. Maybe he would sit at the back or something. Then I fell asleep. I woke up, guess who was beside me?
Come on, say it with me now.
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
This is love...This is porn
Thanks to Jason, I’ve been reading her and her name is Daphne Teo and she was a former national swimmer…her national medal achievement was a bronze medal in the 200m breaststroke in the 19th SEA Games in Jakarta. Oh this obsessive shopaholic (with a very expensive and cool taste, I must say) was one of the participants in The New Paper New Face 2002. An oh oh, her boyfriend is cute.
Tsk tsk tsk.
You know who else is cute? Khairuddin Shaharom or Khai (ew!).
I met him this morning and he was wearing a red jacket so bright, it perked me up on a wet and lazy Wednesday morning. But hah, of course he didn’t know that I existed because I was sitting right at the top in the lecture theatre at ITE College @ Simei. I had an NDP media briefing and Khai (Ew! Ew!) was one of this year’s mcs for NDP. The rest are, as usual, Sharon Au, Gurmit Singh, Vernetta Lopez and NDP virgins Kym Ng and Adrian Pang.
My right wrist “cracked” as I lifted it away from the mouse. Thank God for left wrist.. otherwise I cant give handjobs anymore. Hahahaa! Um..right.
Went back home yesterday to catch the evening Chinese drama and met kakak at 2000hrs. Oh, she brought my future friend-in-law too. We went to McD to discuss some wedding stuff and just chatted. Got to know the boyfriend a bit more and stuff. When he left, we continued to stay there and we teased Johnny, this McD staff who has been working there since I was 14. We called his name and then we both ducked and broke into heaps of giggles when he turned around. Whenever I stepped into McD, I’m 14 all over again.
Anyway I asked.
Does he treat you nice? But, why the rush? Why December? Are you sure he’s the one? Can you picture yourself in love forever? Does he treat you good? Is he going to remove the tattoos? Does he smoke? Does he drink? Can he take care of you? The age gap…are you really sure? How are you going to survive? You prepare to go through thick and thin with him? How did he pop the question? How do you know he’s the one? Why so fast?
“People won’t understand.”
“I can feel something special.”
“He’s different from the rest.”
Girlfriend, I heard that last line a few times before he came along.
However…
She understood that I wasn’t putting him down. I was just worried. I am sure he’s a nice guy. I am just worried that he’s too young and naïve. But anyway, you gave me your honest (I hope) answers and convincing or not, I have to respect your decisions and try to help you in every human way that I can. I hope he accepts me as a friend and we both can learn about life from each other.
I think the next time I meet him, it will be his turn to be “interrogated”. She has gone through so much and I just want to know that she will be looked after, pampered and loved. I am sorry for doing this but she is my greatest friend. No. She is beyond great..or best friend. She’s an uber-good friend…in fact, it’s not longer friendship, it’s blood.
Yeah..we are more Bert and Ernie, rather than Paris and Nicole.
Anyway, I just wish you guys have a great life ahead together, no matter what. I am wishing you a bit more good luck cause her family is..man..different. However, I think they like you so do stay in their good books. We’ll work towards December and hey, if any plans or issues pertaining to the wedding planning come up, update me.
I am getting the hang of this wedding planning shit.
Anyway just now…earlier in the day…I had an overwhelming feeling of déjà vu on the bus and the MRT. Nostalgic, retro and colourful. I just want to succumb to it all over again and savour those moments again. But I know I have to move on because if not, I know I can never forgive myself.
But you know how hard it is to fight old demons of the dark side, right?
However, I have to do it. To fight.
I have no choice so God help me.
Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
And hope
That my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
In paper mache
Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love
This is porn
God will forgive me
But I...
I whip myself in scorn, scorn
I wanna hear
What you have to say about me
Hear...
If you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember December
And I wanna hear
What you have to say about me
Hear...
If you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want? - I Remember, Damien Rice
Indeed. I remember a December long long time ago. It then ended sadly.
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Tsk tsk tsk.
You know who else is cute? Khairuddin Shaharom or Khai (ew!).
I met him this morning and he was wearing a red jacket so bright, it perked me up on a wet and lazy Wednesday morning. But hah, of course he didn’t know that I existed because I was sitting right at the top in the lecture theatre at ITE College @ Simei. I had an NDP media briefing and Khai (Ew! Ew!) was one of this year’s mcs for NDP. The rest are, as usual, Sharon Au, Gurmit Singh, Vernetta Lopez and NDP virgins Kym Ng and Adrian Pang.
My right wrist “cracked” as I lifted it away from the mouse. Thank God for left wrist.. otherwise I cant give handjobs anymore. Hahahaa! Um..right.
Went back home yesterday to catch the evening Chinese drama and met kakak at 2000hrs. Oh, she brought my future friend-in-law too. We went to McD to discuss some wedding stuff and just chatted. Got to know the boyfriend a bit more and stuff. When he left, we continued to stay there and we teased Johnny, this McD staff who has been working there since I was 14. We called his name and then we both ducked and broke into heaps of giggles when he turned around. Whenever I stepped into McD, I’m 14 all over again.
Anyway I asked.
Does he treat you nice? But, why the rush? Why December? Are you sure he’s the one? Can you picture yourself in love forever? Does he treat you good? Is he going to remove the tattoos? Does he smoke? Does he drink? Can he take care of you? The age gap…are you really sure? How are you going to survive? You prepare to go through thick and thin with him? How did he pop the question? How do you know he’s the one? Why so fast?
“People won’t understand.”
“I can feel something special.”
“He’s different from the rest.”
Girlfriend, I heard that last line a few times before he came along.
However…
She understood that I wasn’t putting him down. I was just worried. I am sure he’s a nice guy. I am just worried that he’s too young and naïve. But anyway, you gave me your honest (I hope) answers and convincing or not, I have to respect your decisions and try to help you in every human way that I can. I hope he accepts me as a friend and we both can learn about life from each other.
I think the next time I meet him, it will be his turn to be “interrogated”. She has gone through so much and I just want to know that she will be looked after, pampered and loved. I am sorry for doing this but she is my greatest friend. No. She is beyond great..or best friend. She’s an uber-good friend…in fact, it’s not longer friendship, it’s blood.
Yeah..we are more Bert and Ernie, rather than Paris and Nicole.
Anyway, I just wish you guys have a great life ahead together, no matter what. I am wishing you a bit more good luck cause her family is..man..different. However, I think they like you so do stay in their good books. We’ll work towards December and hey, if any plans or issues pertaining to the wedding planning come up, update me.
I am getting the hang of this wedding planning shit.
Anyway just now…earlier in the day…I had an overwhelming feeling of déjà vu on the bus and the MRT. Nostalgic, retro and colourful. I just want to succumb to it all over again and savour those moments again. But I know I have to move on because if not, I know I can never forgive myself.
But you know how hard it is to fight old demons of the dark side, right?
However, I have to do it. To fight.
I have no choice so God help me.
Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
And hope
That my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
In paper mache
Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love
This is porn
God will forgive me
But I...
I whip myself in scorn, scorn
I wanna hear
What you have to say about me
Hear...
If you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember December
And I wanna hear
What you have to say about me
Hear...
If you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want? - I Remember, Damien Rice
Indeed. I remember a December long long time ago. It then ended sadly.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
They lie...
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You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Busy!
While a relationship sounds nice, you're strapped for time
Whether you're legitimately busy or just making excuses...
... You don't give men enough of your time.
As nice as "instant love" would be, there's just no such thing.
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The Gotti brothers? Del Piero? Maldini? Nesta?
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Love..Angel..Music..Sex..Random
Man.
Am so broke, it’s not funny.
Anyway...
It’s random photo time.
The Ah Peks and Ah Sohs of SNP…and some lucky few who managed to get away...
CY, me, Dear, B, Poh Khim, Caimo and Xuewei…together with Medy who came back to visit her son.
This is no ordinary eye. This is the London Eye, my friend.
Hmm..Buckingham, how nice. Now, where’s Beckhingham????
Thatcher, Major, Blair. The seat is getting cold.
It sure does look gloomy, doesn’t it, Ben?
”I’m Henry the 8th, I am. Henry the 8th, I am. I am. Yeah. The Royal Peculiar, otherwise known as the Westminster Abbey, the setting of British monarch coronations since 1066. Must be damn dusty.
Disclaimer: It's not that I didnt bring a change of clothes. Everything happened on the same day...hence the same boring attire.
Why am I telling anyway...?
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Am so broke, it’s not funny.
Anyway...
It’s random photo time.
The Ah Peks and Ah Sohs of SNP…and some lucky few who managed to get away...
CY, me, Dear, B, Poh Khim, Caimo and Xuewei…together with Medy who came back to visit her son.
This is no ordinary eye. This is the London Eye, my friend.
Hmm..Buckingham, how nice. Now, where’s Beckhingham????
Thatcher, Major, Blair. The seat is getting cold.
It sure does look gloomy, doesn’t it, Ben?
”I’m Henry the 8th, I am. Henry the 8th, I am. I am. Yeah. The Royal Peculiar, otherwise known as the Westminster Abbey, the setting of British monarch coronations since 1066. Must be damn dusty.
Disclaimer: It's not that I didnt bring a change of clothes. Everything happened on the same day...hence the same boring attire.
Why am I telling anyway...?
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Why do we fall?
Work is really pissing me off.
I wake up each day with a renewed hope that things will be good today and that bad things can turn to good. The hope doesn’t last long because by 0900hrs, it integrates into the sultry Ubi air.
Attended the gala premiere of Batman Begins and although Christian Bale doesn’t make the dishiest of all the caped crusaders, I kind of like the storyline and everything else. Okay, it tends to get a little draggy at times but if it wasn’t showing at 2130hrs on a Monday night, I would have been more appreciative.
The billionaire Bruce Wayne
The fruit bat.
The company bbq has been brought forward to Thursday, instead of Friday. Man, and we still have to stagger to work the next day? No…Oh well. The good thing is that I can get to watch Malaysian Idol on Friday. Bleurgh, I am such a TV slut.
Meiling is asking if I want to go Ubin this Saturday. Am definitely giving it some thought. Pro: It’s cheap fun to hike. Con: I may not like the company. I shall think about it again.
Had an appraisal session with the “supervisor”…saw the report. Quite demoralising. No, make it very demoralising. I am feeling like such a loser. Seriously, I feel like I’ve been built and created, only to be torn down and ripped apart. I was so upset just now i ate all the 3 Ferrero Rocher chocolates that B gave me. Excuses, Mona. You were going to eat them anyway..sad or not.
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream
Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street
I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near
Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break - Bachelorette, Bjork
My favourite from her. I swear if I listen to it now, I’ll burst. Been getting a lot of sadness these past few days. Maybe I’m having withdrawal symptoms of retail therapy. Fine. Shall make a date with the malls next Saturday. We are so going to start at 1000hrs.
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I wake up each day with a renewed hope that things will be good today and that bad things can turn to good. The hope doesn’t last long because by 0900hrs, it integrates into the sultry Ubi air.
Attended the gala premiere of Batman Begins and although Christian Bale doesn’t make the dishiest of all the caped crusaders, I kind of like the storyline and everything else. Okay, it tends to get a little draggy at times but if it wasn’t showing at 2130hrs on a Monday night, I would have been more appreciative.
The billionaire Bruce Wayne
The fruit bat.
The company bbq has been brought forward to Thursday, instead of Friday. Man, and we still have to stagger to work the next day? No…Oh well. The good thing is that I can get to watch Malaysian Idol on Friday. Bleurgh, I am such a TV slut.
Meiling is asking if I want to go Ubin this Saturday. Am definitely giving it some thought. Pro: It’s cheap fun to hike. Con: I may not like the company. I shall think about it again.
Had an appraisal session with the “supervisor”…saw the report. Quite demoralising. No, make it very demoralising. I am feeling like such a loser. Seriously, I feel like I’ve been built and created, only to be torn down and ripped apart. I was so upset just now i ate all the 3 Ferrero Rocher chocolates that B gave me. Excuses, Mona. You were going to eat them anyway..sad or not.
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream
Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street
I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near
Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break - Bachelorette, Bjork
My favourite from her. I swear if I listen to it now, I’ll burst. Been getting a lot of sadness these past few days. Maybe I’m having withdrawal symptoms of retail therapy. Fine. Shall make a date with the malls next Saturday. We are so going to start at 1000hrs.
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