I'm a user and a loser so I dont need no accuser

Oh..I did threading on my face (and brows) last Saturday at Little India. It was so painful! Although I didn’t bleed to death, the skin definitely felt raw. Actually I didn’t bleed at all, lah. Well, it’s the sick price of vanity, again. Knowing that I have gotten rid of unwanted facial hair is gratifying. Now…time to get rid of the fuzz on my legs…


The woman who did my face conveniently rested her arm on my breast.
What an opportunist!

Tsk tsk tsk.

Man U suffered a terrible terrible defeat over the weekend. I was so pissed off because…man, they are facing Chelsea this Sunday. At this rate, why bother watching? They are playing Lille again this Wednesday. Anyway, losing 4-1 to Boro is such a macabre episode. Ferdinand and gang should be cruxified.

We’re in the 6th place now. Even freaking Charlton (Charlton, for goodness’ sake) is above us. And Wigan..dear Wigan is on a roll. I realise it doesn’t even need Owen to excel.


Okay. Enough depressing stuff.


On another note, I’m beginning to be a fan of MTV’s WildBoyz. It’s hilarious to see Steve-O crying and puking.


I mean..come on..how often can I see a man crying and puking at the same time…when he’s not even drunk?

I found the keys to my heart
When everyone's heart seems so calm
And you found the lock to my dorm
And opened the door to my trust fund
My vestry …

The light in my darkest hour is fear
Denies me of anything good so
Don't lose your heart you'll need it
Don’t lose your heart
You'll have to take another pill and tell another lie
And lie amongst your lies
Like tuna in the brine - Tuna In The Brine, Silverchair


Man..some called it dramatic artistry while others called it junk. Me? I called it this the “sick Daniel Jones”.

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Cut Some Rug

Oh what a Monday! I was drenched on my way to work. My Indian-inspired ethnic skirt got so wet I looked like an extra in a wet-sari contest in Chennai.
…

The other night I heard Manics’ A Design For Life and Pink Floyd’s Another Brick In The Wall on 987. Wow, that’s a big thing you know…considering that station can play crap sometimes. What’s next? Ocean Colour Scene? Bluetones (please please play them!)? Stone Roses’ I Wanna Be Adored?

I don't have to sell my soul
He's already in me
I don't need to sell my soul
He's already in me

I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored


Urgh…C, the NMT boss, who is sitting in front of me, has been burping and belching since 0930hrs. Okay, you have indigestion..fine. But can you close the door? What’s with him and the mafia not liking to close their doors? The doors are meant for something.

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

Must have been barking up the wrong tree!


The poly-gank celebrated Mail’s belated birthday last night at Suntec’s Pizza Hut. Hope you like the DVD, man. It was a riot. As usual, when 8 of us get together, we will all suddenly become 18 year old hormonally-charged kids. Toilet humour, dark humour..any kind of humour was present last night. After an expletive-laden dinner (my thousand apologies to the parents who brought their kids to Suntec’s Pizza Hut for dinner last night), we adjourned to Swensens where the birthday boy treated everyone to ice cream. We were so bo liao and high on sugar that we ..man..staged a Malay wedding with Mail and Lauren as the mat groom and minah bride.


Joanne and I were the unfortunate ones who had to fan those morons.


After that, we went to the fountain area for some lame phototaking…and more juvenile conversations about not-so-juvenile topics ..like weddings and erm..a certain local jazz (j-ass?) singing “sensation”. Then we all parted on a high..and subsequently a dread because it’s a working day on Monday.


Oi, stop burping already!


Anyway...

Wanna read something scary?

I was in the showers last night (hey, that’s not the scary part, okay!) when I had a call. Okay, it was a missed call. The number was weird…an overseas number. Thinking that it could be my dad (who was in JB last night), I returned the call.

“Hello? Hello? Who called me?”

Then there was a 2-sec silence before a freaky voice belonging to an old Indonesian man was heard muttering something incoherent. My first sick thought was, “Fuck, it’s my late grandpa calling from hell because I've never prayed for him.” I hung up, of course. Then 2 minutes later, I received an SMS..in short form, using Bahasa Indonesia, asking me for my name. My second sick thought was, “Wow, he knows how to use SMS!”

I ignored it. After all, if he’s really my dead grandpa, he would have known my name. Though it has been 23 years.


Friday saw me meeting ML and Sharinah. I have not seen the latter for more than 2 months as we had a stand-off. The first thing I did when I stepped into Starbucks was to give her a huge bear hug. After that, all’s forgotten. And I am back planning her hen party. It’s going to be at Conrad Hotel, on the 17th.

Looking for a man who wants to earn extra cash!
Must be able to strip and gyrate in front of 10 nubile women to any kind of music.
Don’t worry, it’s not country or classical music.
Will pay in cash…and in kindness.
Will provide tit (haha!) bits.
Must be at least 1.75m tall with great abs.
Special talent (e.g. juggling, fire-eating, belly-dancing, magic, etc) is a bonus.


Hmm, how much? You show me your goodies, I’ll show you my money.

Not much of it, unfortunately.
But hey, you need it.


Where did you go
When things went wrong for you
When the knives came out for you?
Where did you go
All you needed was a friend
You just have to ask and then…

You don't have to have the solution
You've got to understand the problem
And don't go hoping for a miracle
All this will fade away
So I'm coming home

What did you learn
Locked away all on your own
Chances are your head all blown
What did you learn
It was unfortunate
You missed your chance to find out that…

You don't have to have the solution
You've got to understand the problem
And don't go hoping for a miracle
All this will fade away
So I’m coming home - Slight Return, The Bluetones

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Maybe tomorrow...we'll find our way home

I wanted to post pictures of Shan Wee…but damn Xiaxue beat me to it.

But do I care? Obviously, no…


Saw Shan Wee and Howard last night at Shaw Towers. Didn’t have the guts to say “hi” because..well, I am a freaking meek lamb, ok? And I cant believe Shan is 2 years younger than me. Tsk tsk tsk. Lauren egged me to take a photo with them. No..I rather sit half-naked in the middle of Beach Road in last night’s pouring rain, blowing a didgeridoo to the tune of Damien Rice’s The Blower’s Daughter.

Anyway…got this from Lauren’s blog. The one in coloured italics are my comments.

“it was a 7.30pm (yesterday, Thursday 27th Oct) movie at jade at shaw towers.. i was late.. the bus took some time to arrive and the traffic at paya lebar area, in short, it's horrible.. anyway, mona was kind enuff to get meiling to buy me some popiahs first since i would not have the time to grab dinner before the show.. she herself was late coz she went home to break fast and change..

while waiting for her, i saw shan wee and howard from eye for a guy 2.. the former's very cute, and very tall.. the other one, well, his shoulders looked so squarish it looked as if he had a hanger inside his tee (but he still looks charming anyway) .. anyway, they looked a funny duo with their disparity in height.. (oi..i’m also short what..)

this being some 98.7fm free preview thingy, luckily they had the standard answer-questions-and-win-movie-posters gimmicks, so we weren't late in the end, the show (or rather the commercials) started not long after we got seated..

the show's so-so only.. kelly preston's gorgeous, but the plots so darn cliche, and several lames scenes too.. but this being a disney production, what to expect? but the peace character in the movie, quite a dishy dude..

it was pouring when we all came out from the cinema.. everyone's stuck inside the building and as usual, the taxi booking lines are all engaged.. Mona went to starbucks to buy caramel macchiato when she spotted shan and howard inside. But stupid her was too chicken to approach and say “hi”. Bummer. After hanging around for a good 30mins (or more than that?), mona managed to grab us a cab.. the cab was heading for woodlands, and mona stepped up to ask if he will go to amk instead.. he agreed and we all hopped on..

meiling had her fren (read: a singaporean guy) with us as well, and since he lives in amk too, all 4 of us shared the cab.. when we first got in and told the driver where to go, the driver mentioned that's he only going to 1 place in amk coz he's actually off work already.. and he din expect so many of us going to 4 different places in amk.. fair enuff, so we were thinking of a common place for us to alight that will convenience everyone.. but meiling's fren, let's call him EGO, said it's ok, he will get the driver to drop us all off...

while stuck in the jam along cte, the driver again brought up the fact that he will drop us at one place coz he's really tired blah blah.. whether it's the truth or not, we dun care.. we (the girls) were just glad to leave shaw towers. Mona was glad too! She was only to happy to leave. But EGO got miffed and started arguing with the driver that he should send us all to our destinations.. that even though it's 4 different drop-off points, they are afterall still in amk.. the driver said he's really tired and he was driving since the morning.. the EGO then said if that's the point, he (the driver) should not have picked us up in the first place.. of course the driver said he din know there were so many of us coz initially it was only mona who went up to ask him.. (Mona was on the verge of tears and was trying hard to suppress it. She began to sink deeper into her seat and wish it would swallow her up instead.) The squabble was going on for quite a while and EGO got me sitting up when he said it's a matter of principle.. whose principle? HIS coz he had earlier said he will get the driver to drop us all off? or the driver, who when we first got on had already told us he's only going to one place in amk finally we sitting at the back had enuff and the usually meek mona got up and told the driver it's ok, and we will tell him where to drop us off later..

honestly, i really dun see what's the fuss about (Yeah, what’s the freaking fuss?) .. first of all, the driver already put up the sign indicating he's heading to woodlands.. and he already told us his intentions the moment we got into the cab.. i do think it's fair if he does not want to drop us all off at our 4 different locations.. secondly, what's this about a matter of principles? come on, if the driver's tired, gimme him a break then! if he's really tired, i'll rather he drop me off and i make my own way home rather than his tiredness overcome him and we get into an accident along the way.. besides, i'm so glad to leave the shaw area, anywhere is amk is good..Yup and mona was so afraid that the cabby would lose his concentration, skid off the road and we all ..never mind.

can u imagine EGO is the typical singaporean guy? am i expected to settle for a typical singaporean guy like him? not to mention looks, which he is so not worth mentioning, but he's so eww! i have no words to describe him!

how ironic it is that we were to hear this song (Mona pointed this out. She said “How poetic. We are stuck in this cab, in this jam, listening to this song.”) on the radio in the cab amidst the heavy rains..

"I can make it through the rain
I can stand up once again on my own
And I know that I'm strong enough to mend
And every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith
And I live one more day and I make it through the rain"” –> Lauren's entry, off her blog


Yeah boy!

On my way home, I “berated” Meiling.

Me: Why didn’t you say anything?
ML: I did! I stopped him at first.
Me: Yeah but he went on and on. I was about to cry. Hah.
ML: I was so embarrassed. I almost wanted to jump out when we were at CTE.
Me: But you shouldn’t have kept quiet. He’s your friend.
ML: I was speechless. I didn’t even dare to look at Lauren. I was so pai sei!
ML: My God…Thank God he’s not my friend.


What show did I watch again?

Hah.

Have a great weekend, people. It’s the last fasting weekend. Maybe Zouk next week

That is, i can live till next week.

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happy happy birthday my baby..no i cant call u my baby

If you didnt wish a good friend "Happy birthday!" on her birthday, does the friend have a right to feel slighted?

 

We are talking about very good friends.

 

It may be petty on one hand...or non-chalance on the other.

 

Me?

I know what i'll feel.

 

(emailed)

 

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Everybody's gotta learn sometime

Eeek!

Eeek!

 

Just asking.

 

Eeek!

Eeek!

 

Begins to run aimlessly and bump against the wall.

 

The sky is falling!

The sky is falling!

The sky is falling!

The sky is falling!

 

Amah apah!

Amah apah!

Amah apah!

Amah apah!

Amah apah!

 

 

Why does Monday come before Tuesday?

Why are u meeting yan again?

 

Why must go geylang w him?

 

Can dont go there?

 

..

..

..

..

 

And i'll wait for the answer.

 

(emailed)

 

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Wouldnt it be nice if we were older

B and I went to Little India last night and i bought 2 long skirts. So nice....

Anyway...

Liah smsed me...confirming the "gathering" on Sunday. WHAT SUNDAY???

"Geylang wif yan n sha?"

HUH???
Did i confirm this Sunday? Does Sha know about it? What the hell...Sunday i have Sailor Moon's birthday gathering lah! And honestly, i dont want to meet yan or go geylang...man. what the hell. *grumble grumble* I must have been some kind of intoxicated when i agreed to accompany you. Flaming satan in hell.

Now the date has been changed to Monday 31st Oct. If i were to go alone, be the third party, i think i will just crumble into the dirty longkangs of Geylang Serai and die.

Crap shit.

Oh well..

Gonna head to MOE in about an hour's time. Then i will scoot down to Holland V and..tad tada...chop off my hair.

Erm..

Not really chop off. but to snip it off..all 4 inches of it.

Sigh..

I hate my doggone hair.

(emailed)

What the hell!

What the,,,!!$%^%$^

 

I opened my pack of Hari Raya cards...only to find one card that read "Gong Xi Fa Cai".

 

Dammit.

 

Now i have to get one more card.

 

Going Little India later...and i dont think i can get one there.

 

Humph!

 

(emailed)

 

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People say I act a little funny

I am feeling miserable now. My throat is parched and my head is twirling. My neck hurts and my body is aching all over. I took the morning off because I was damn miserable and my stomach was in some kind of gastric pain this morning.


My head feels heavy.


Monday saw me scooting off to Geylang Serai again. This time, with my colleagues – B, IT, Dear and Ally. We reached there around 1915hrs and hit the stalls. I was very very hungry but the girls were not interested in sitting down for a proper meal. So we walked and ate. I didn’t really eat proper. Bought kebab, popiahs and some Japanese pizza crap…only ate them at home and shared with the family.

Why did I buy the Jap pizza (Okonomiyaki? Kuniyaki? Yakiniku?) crap? It stinks. It only reiterates the fact that the only Jap food I can eat comes from MOS Burger. Thank God the rest of the family could eat that stinking crap.


Wonder where did the smell come from?


Anyway, I bought a pretty white scarf on Monday for $7.20. I tried it last night with my turquoise baju kurung … I looked kind of old-skool but hah, I love it anyway. It doesn’t go well with the red baju kurung though…will match that with last year’s peach-cream scarf. I have 2 pairs of baju kurungs this year…same concept (plain top, printed bottom), different colours.

Whatever lah..i don’t care anymore. :x



Doodoodoodoo.


C, the NMT new head who sits in the office right in front of me, came out and talked to me yesterday. He said, “I have to get to know you since I will have to see you every time, every day.” That’s a nice gesture but gee, it didn’t stop me from feeling like a secretary, or a receptionist, or a clerk. Not that I have anything against those professions. Whatever. He asked me where did I come from…which was a vague question. So I told him my academic history. He could have thought that I was a Malaysian. bla bla bla bla bla.

Then an hour later, at 1430hrs, he came over and said in an overly dramatic voice:

“It’s very dark outside. It’s raining very heavily.”

Err..okay? Do I need a met service in the office now?

Then at 1900hrs, he made his way home after coming over to my desk to say “Goodnight.” Hmm.. My mafia boss doesn’t do this me. Hahahaha.

Sometimes I wish some people (okay, selected ones) need not be so friendly. Then I will not be obliged to entertain. Entertaining others can be a freaking hassle sometimes. I have nothing funny or clever to say. I’m a boring companion who is almost monotonous and emotionless. Go ask my friends…


I bore myself.


Huh.

I am supposed to go Geylang Serai (again!#$%#) tonight. But Fifi said many cant make it so the gathering has to be canned. Phew! Right now, I have an option of going home or to hop down to Little India for a quick look-see. I want the $10 ethnic skirt which I’d gotten 5-6 years ago. But there’s also Amazing Race tonight. And at 2300hrs, HBO is showing You Got Served.


Hah. Can pick up a dance move or two. Then come November….

Hmm.

Weather’s been soggy these days. Great time to duck under the duvet and just..i don’t know..lie. And snuggle, I guess. Been snuggling up to my sister lately. She got so irritated last night she actually punched me in the face. Bitch! I was just trying to bond and be nice to my (err) 17-year-old baby sister, mah! Plus, an extra warmth will always do you good. No I am not horny or frisky or whatever. Those seem so alien to me. Haaha. I guess I just want to be punched in the face.

Loser.

Awrite…aint got much to write now. You sure? Like…is this enough? I think I have to write the Hari Raya cards and post them out. Lucky I am meeting the Melayu Joyahs & Jenabs Moonies this Sunday – can hand deliver to them.

Oh yeah! Ida’s coming back this Saturday night. Anyone wants to go to the airport? Maybe we can have ice cream? With freshly minted dragon breath?

Haha.

The 22nd of loneliness and we've
Been through so many thangs
I love my man with all honesty
But I know he's cheatin' on me
I look him in his eyes but all he
Tells me is lies to keep me near
I'll never leave him down though
I might mess around it's only
'Cause I need some affection oh

So I creep yeah
Just keep it on the down low
Said nobody is supposed 2 know
So I creep yeah
'Cause he doesn't know
What I do and no attention
Goes to show oh so I creep

The 23rd of loneliness
And we don't talk like we used 2 do
Now it seems pretty strange but I'm not
Buggin' 'cause I still feel
The same yeah yeah
I'll keep giving loving
Till the day he pushes me away
Never go astray
If he knew the things I did
He couldn't handle it and
I choose to keep him protected oh

So I creep yeah
Just keep it on the down low
Said nobody is supposed 2 know
So I creep yeah
'Cause he doesn't know
What I do and no attention
Goes to show oh so I creep

I think about us baby all the time
But you know that
I'm gonna need some attention
Yeah, yeah can you dig it
Love you forever baby soul & mind
And you gotta know if
You don't give it I'ma get mine

Oh I oh I oh I yeah
Oh I oh I oh I baby
Oh I oh I oh I yeah

So I creep yeah
Just keep it on the down low
Said nobody is supposed 2 know
So I creep yeah
'Cause he doesn't know
What I do and no attention
Goes to show oh so I creep - Creep, TLC


P/s: Mail, can I borrow the CD? I’ll return your Smashing Pumpkins and pass you my American Idiot this weekend.

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Dah buka ye...

it's 1855hrs and here i am breaking fast in the office.

 

I had maggi mee this morning...and I am having maggi mee now.

 

Healthy, indeed.

 

I am going gym.

 

(emailed)

 

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Anger leads to hate

 

i sent an email to the supervisors and i think it sounded like a freaking hate mail. It was a short 2-paragraphed email reporting my work status. I added a bitter suggestion.

 

I hate my life.

 

(emailed)

 

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Just walk on by...

...yeah no one is obliged to stop and talk. Really!

All these entries are about hate lately.
I am going down the path of the dark side.

I am beginning to hate my seat. The flow of human traffic is driving me nuts and people will start to question and make small talk about random things found on my desk - my MP3 player, my work pass with my "mature-but-pretty-but-different" photo (oh sod off! ) my books, my hand lotion, etc.

Then there will be the stupid awkward moments when the approacher says nothing and stands there staring. I will be awkward too and cant decide if i should turn my back and do my work or think of another inane topic to talk about.

I will always be the bitch who says "Okay back to work" and make it sound so pathetically fake.

Maybe I should get an Emily the Strange poster that says I WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE.


OR



Anyone knows where I can get these posters? Please please please tell me.

(emailed)

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Just one of them days

I am trying hard to suppress a heart attack. I can feel my innards clamping up.

 

I really hate this DTP who is doing my textbook. If you must know or before you start flaking me up with "You should get to know your DTP better..bla bla bla", this person is a freelancer whom i've never seen before.

 

I cant believe E said she's good and experienced. My foot, lah! My fucking book keeps on having mistakes after mistakes...and corrections were not properly done.

 

Freaking biatch.

 

(emailed)

 

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You say I only hear what I want to...

ML just sent me some of my shots...taken at REFLECTIONS AT BUKIT CHANDU, the war museum located at 31, Pepys Road (Pasir Panjang).




Hah.

Yeah I like to ham it up for the camera.
You can say that ...
I'm a hammer.
Or, I'm full of ham.

Haha.
It's HAMMER TIME.
Go Hammer go Hammer go.

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This is the story of a girl...

Move aside Bae Yong Jun. I am the new aunty-and-uncle killer. I’m like..like..Charlie Manson. Freddy Krueger. Hannibal Lector.

I woke up late. Not only that, I woke up late and was still extremely tired. Took a cab to work and was entertained by the religious Muslim cabby man, who’s 66 years old.

Me: Boleh jalan dekat Boundary Road? *I have an amazing taxi etiquette..hahah*
Cab: Oh boleh! Melayu eh? Ingat kan orang Cina. (I thought you’re a Chinese)
Me: *muttered “Here we go again…”* Take de lah, saya Melayu. (No, I’m a Malay)
C: Saya ingat awak Cina..muka putih-putih… (I thought you’re a Chinese..face white-white)
M: Oh …saya pakai bedak. (Oh…I used powder)


Then he laughed heartily. Crap. He laughed until he coughed…then he opened his door and spat out.

(translated)
C: Sorry yeah. I don’t know why…been feeling nauseous the whole morning.
M: Oh I see…
C: Must be the perils of the fasting month.

Then he started to chant religious verses and did a mini lecture of working to earn our keep!

Anyway cut the whole ride short, he basically told me about his whole life in a 20-minute journey. He even told me his address (@ Jurong!) and asked me to drop by whenever I am free. What the hell.. A bit too friendly, right?

Hahaha what if I really turn up at his doorstep?

However, I think that’s 80% unlikely. 20% goes should I quit my job and become a pizza deliveryman or a door-to-door salesman. Besides, he has no eligible sons. His 6 children are all married and the grandchildren are still young. Hmmm..unless I want to book the 17 year old one at Republic Poly.


Shudder at the thought of having a 17-year-old Prince Charming. But then again…



You are Ophelia of "Hamlet" fame. You're
a bit nuts, but sweet nonetheless. Too bad you
had to go drown youself.

What Shakespeare Character are You?
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Hahaha..I AM a sweet nut.


Had a great weekend as always…although I was attacked on-off by the evil gastric.

Friday saw me reaching Tanjong Pagar’s Fig & Olive at 1945hrs, only to be told by Weiling and Noreen (who were already there) that the place closed at 2000hrs. My stomach had started to hurt by then. I think it was also partly due to the ice cold Milo I had to break fast on my way there. So we took MRT and went to Secret Recipe at Plaza Singapura.


I had the yummiest chicken cordon bleu and lychee freeze. Bad move on the beverage. Towards the end of my meal, I had excruciating stomach cramps. Oh well.

Saturday, I had the NPCC excursion to Bukit Chandu (Opium Hill) war museum and Labrador Secret Tunnels trip. I’ve been to those places before and I really really love them. But I have to admit, it was an overdose. I had too much of The Battle of Pasir Panjang and anything that got to do with WW2, Yamashita, Percival, Lt Adnan, POWs, etc.

Reached home at 1330hrs with a parched throat (from screaming at the kids) and great lethargy. Fell asleep…and finally met up with Lauren at 1600hrs.

Rebonded my hair for 3.5 hours.

My frizzy hair was pulled and tugged by 3 different people…at different directions. I was in pain. So much so that I actually cried. The sick price of vanity.

I got a purple bag and a Victorian shirt. Lauren got shoes. Then at 2130hrs, we finally went to dinner. The acid in my stomach must have a busy day.


MAN U 1 SPURS 1
What the hell…and now we’re #5, after the MNC, Spurs, Charlton and Wigan (good job, Wigs!)


Sunday saw me waking up at 1100hrs…met up with Lauren again (!!) at 1615hrs and then we headed to Bugis. From there, we went to Suntec. Mail and Sha were supposed to join us. But the former had a leaking ass and Sha said she had work stuff and also had to fix her light. So after shopping (2 pairs of shoes for me, a Mango coin pouch and shoes for Lauren), we finally had dinner (it was about 1930hrs). Then we both bought dresses..before rushing to meet susan, sean and sha (3 ‘S’es of Geylang Bahru) at Geylang Serai.


Man…I realised how much I did NOT miss the bazaar. The enormous crowd was thing..the quality of the crowd is another. I really don’t understand why ladies have to wear revealing and indecent clothes to Geylang Serai bazaar Ramadhan. What are they trying to bloody achieve? Some tops are so low, revealing deep cleavage which able to store a lot of tako pachis, keropok lekor, Ramly burgers, murtabaks, halal bak kwa, etc.

Anyway…I reached home at midnight with cramped hands – carrying shoes, dress, packets of fish you tiao and popiah.

The thing is…I’m going again later with my colleagues.

Argh!

Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool
Learning loving somebody don't make them love you

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?

I sing ya songs I dance a dance
I gave ya friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you
And maybe you been through this before
But it’s my first time
So please ignore
The next few lines cause they're directed at you

I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your part
But its not my scene
Wont this plot not twist?
I've had enough mystery
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well I’m already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting

Well if I was in your position
I’d put down all my ammunition
I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I'm not you
And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
No I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool, fool - Sitting, Waiting, Wishing, Jack Johnson

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No hair, no problem

I am beating this urge to run down to SingPost's NTUC/Watsons and get myself hair mask, shampoo, conditioner and serum.

 

Fucking frizzy hair!

 

(emailed)

 

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How bad? Damn bad!

You know your crowning glory is doomed when not even rebonding and treatment can save it.

 

I am now like the girl in the ad...you know the one sitting on a bench in park with her boyfriend.. The one who refuses to let the boyfriend touch her hair. 

 

No one must touch my hair now. The next person who is going to finger my hair...and run his/her digits through to the damn dry ends, i will definitely do a freaking karate chop, then upper cuts and jabs straight to the brain.

 

At this rate, i think i am so tempted to cut my hair short.

 

Can you believe it...when I was in Sec 4..my hair was slightly longer than that of Joe Cole's? It looked nice, okay, considering I had such a boyish face back then.

 

Now I look like Nefertiti who cant afford treatment.

 

(emailed)

 

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It's my party and i cry if i want to...

The sweet smell of the weekend is here.

 

I am gonna bring work home ... though i do not know when i will actually tackle them. But i'll try.

 

So in the mean time, have a great weekend, people.

 

Here we go looby lou

Here we go looby light

Here we go looby lou

All on a Saturday nigh

You put your left hand in

You put your left hand out

You give your hand a shake-shake-shake

Then twirl yourself about

 

(emailed)

 

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Khayalan menjelma ketika fikiran melayang

Rasa macam lapar...

 

 

Perot, perot

Awek lapor, eh?

Makanlah lemok-lemok

Yang ado kat dalam tu noh.

 

(emailed)

 

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I’m No Superman

I swear if I see Zach Braff having sex on screen, I’ll have a seizure and faint. Sha, did he have sex on Garden State?


Out of Scrubs, he can look so twerpy. Hmmm…do I like him, or do I like Scrubs?


Anyway this is just the bloody Season 1, 10th episode. God, The show is in its 5th season already, lah! Okay..I shall restrain myself and not read the spoilers for all of the seasons. Obviously, I’ve just discovered the joy of watching SCRUBS regularly. I love you StarWorld.

And erm…JD will sleep with Alex in the next episode. Prepare to have seizure, Mona.


OKAY. FREAKING ENOUGH ABOUT SCRUBS ALREADY.

Erm. I’ve read all the synopsis and spoilers for all the SCRUBS seasons already. Loser.


Okay.


I have a dinner date with Weiling and Noreen tonight. We are going Chinese..to a certain Chen Fuji which I haven’t heard of. But with Noreen, I can trust it’s halal. So yippee, no freaking pork and lard. However, I hope the place is not posh or anything. I’m so not dressed for it – nike tshirt, denim skirt, outlandish belt and my totally beat up hole-y Converse sneakers. I have Adidas, Tommy Hilfiger, Nike and Puma sneakers…why I am still wearing these disgusting ones, I have no clue.


My sister brought back her first box of pizza last night. She made it herself and she said "Take just one piece only har!" Oh...just because you've earned your keep, you can boss me around? And your pizza tasted bland and soggy. But it was better than the mother's bland fried rice. She was busy making chocolate cookies to cater to my ..ahem..needs.


Anyway a conversation with Lauren…somewhere earlier in the week


M: My sister always has boyfriends. See…even my sister has a boyfriend!
L: (pats M’s back) Buck up, Mona. Buck up.
M: (defending herself) Ah..dont tell me to buck up. You get married first then you can buck me up.
L: Hah..I’ll give you xxx (a guy’s name).
M: (horrified) No way! I’ll rather convert to Christianity and become a nun!!
( Then in the same breath, look up to Heaven and wink at God, saying “I’m sorry. You know I was just joking.”)


Oh..hang on. I’ve got a phone call. *poof*


*poof* Back.*poof*


Okay…my..a phone call full of hope. Am I feeling lucky? Got a call from OCSC and was told that I was qualified to work in Australia. Dammit, I’m sure almost everyone is qualified to work in Aussie. They wanted me to come down to their office tomorrow…but being a woman with deadly plans, I can only meet them next Saturday, lah. It gives me a week to think about it too.

Okay now I have this stupid tune. Get out of my head!

Travelling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said...

"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said...

"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Lyin' in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said...

"Oh! Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover." - Down Under, Men At Work


Anyway…the reason why I chose Aussie was because I had been there before, studied and lived there. Dammit. I should have been more adventurous and tried for US or UK instead. Moron. Oh well…see how it goes on Saturday. Deep down, I think I went for Aussie because it’s just a 6-hour flight home. Again, loser.

Oh well.

Nothing much to do in the office today. I’ve sent all my work to the production team…and that can only mean a week of mindless waiting…and reading books which I can never get to finish. I’ve read many half-a-fictions and came up with my own endings. Hell, it’s more fun that way.

So…I’ll spend my Friday snug in my big chair. I shall read non-fiction stuff…things I know I can finish…like this maths book on my table and erm…Cleo…and all these language books. Okay…on second thought, surfing the net is less of a hassle.

Or I can come up with the important financial budget. Afterall, it’s payday tomorrow.

Did somebody say “payday”?

It’s PAAAAYYY DAAYYY!!

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Stupid is as stupid does...

Is Mein Kampf damn hard to read and comprehend or am i just plain stupid?

 

Stupid Hitler.

 

(emailed)

 

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Why did i do what i did?

I dont know.

 

- Because I feel damn good putting on mascara

- Because I wear contact lenses today

- Because I feel like having pretty eyes today

- Because I feel experimental

- Because I feel girlish this morning

- Because I had time to kill

- Because I god damn love mascara

 

 

It's definitely

 

- Not because I want you to praise/flatter me

- Not because I want you to praise/flatter me...in heaps

- Not because I have a date (geez, what's a date?)

- Not because I have some dinner/function/event to attend

- Not because I want to show off my camel eye lashes

- Not because I want to seduce anyone (man or woman)

- Not because I am super vain or whatever.

 

 

Leave me alone.

 

 

(emailed)

 

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Woman with a badge came knocking...

Christiano Ronaldo now? Who else? What else?

Footballers are extravagantly paid. Too much for their own damn good. And things easily get into their heads...Getting heads' easy, too.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Last night, I came home to a sombre house. I think the father didn’t really want to talk to me. I deserved that because I did a terrible thing on Tuesday morning and I’m really apologetic for it.

Anyway, it was 1945hrs and I hadn’t broken my fast proper. Unless you regard gorging a fishball at the bus stop as dinner. However, when I stepped into the house, the mother said,

“I didn’t cook today. No food. Eat whatever you can find.”

Man…I hate that. The mother was busy making oat cookies and pineapple tarts the whole day. So out of spite, I took the whole big tray of freshly-made cookies, sat in the living room and chomped on them.

“Oi, those are for Hari Raya!”
“Nothing to eat, what. I find these, I eat, lah!”

The mother gave up. I felt guilty. Actually, I didn’t really like it. So I went back to the kitchen and took the jar of pineapple tarts…which were also meant for Hari Raya. The mother had given up and ignored me totally. I didn’t eat the whole jar of tarts lah…just a significant few. Then the mother sent me down to buy Maggi mee, knowing that’s the only instant noodle I would rather eat. Actually, there were many Indomee bee hoon packs in the fridge. No one ate them because they tasted disgusting. The mother’s fault. Who asked her to buy 1 bloody carton of it?


Other noodles may come and go…but you’re my one true love.

So I cooked my Maggi mee…watched Amazing Race (the irritating Schroeders are out. Yaye!), some malay show on TV3…and eventually fell asleep at 2300hrs…unwashed.

Fasting month sees me sleeping really early, man. My brain goes auto shut down mode at 2300hrs. I’m lucky to have made it to my room last night.


Anyway, I cant help doing this. Heh.


Your relationship will be a case of opposites
attracting. You are sensitive, but your
partner will be emotional- in a very fiery
way. You will help to balance out his
bluntness. You will need to take time to listen
and understand each other. Be careful not to
be too possesive over him!

What Kind of Love Will You Have? (girls)
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An emo/fiery partner? Wrong, lah. I need a very calm, independent nerd, okay!

Didn’t join the NPCC kias last night. They were celebrating Ash’s birthday..and Din’s belated and Yiling’s pending birthdays. Main reason why I didn’t want to go, apart from being broke and tired from work, was that I didn’t want to hang around people I did not know. This group has gotten too big for comfort and I am having a hard time trying to keep up because ..i don’t know..maybe it’s just me…I cant really connect with the new people and the old guards…well they are too far ahead with their lives for me to play catch-up. Sad, but true.

I told Firman..err..Fifi that I couldn’t make it. He said it’s okay and he would organise another get-together and go Geylang or something. He never stopped roping me along and I really appreciate him for that. So much so that I dreamt of him last night…


But man, that’s another weird story.


Havent done a full-blown blog for a while. So I’ll continue.


Something happened on Tuesday night that made me do it. I picked up the phone and did it. I figured, you did your move 18 days ago and I didn’t do your effort much justice. So it was my turn on Tuesday night.

Me: Hey. Hope u are doing fine. How’s ur wedding stuff?
You: Im fine, glad 2 hear frm u. Wish u could b wif me 4 e preparatn though…
M: How’s it going anyway?
Y: Its okay…Took photo already
M: Ah that’s nice
Y: How r u, been a long time
M: Been stressed at work…Hah what’s new
Y: Dah dpt keja baru? (Have you gotten a new job?) U lookin 4 1 rite
M: Obviously haven’t found. Been rejected countlessly.
Y: Ah, understand yr frustratn
M: Yeah man…
Y: Erm, u wan to help me wif my wedg?
M; Doing…?
Y: Gubahan (Floral arrangement), b my bridesmaid, decorate…Etc, b part of preparatn
M: I cant do much…try my best
Y: Okay, which 1 can u help?
M: Anything except gubahan I guess
Y: Ah that’s where I need help most. Am clueless at decoratg. I got the dulang wif alas (decorative trays) @ $20 already.
M: I don’t know that lah
Y: Takpe la, then u help wat u can.


I think I am a failure. For someone who initiated the conversation, I didn’t really continue it well. I don’t know..i don’t know.

So what now? Whose move is next? Is it still mine? It has to be you, Mona. She is having a wedding and has no time playing your stupid fucked-up mind game.

No no no…it’s not like that. Take a pillow and suffocate inner voice. It has reached a level of awkwardness. The impact of what happened is still here *points to heart* and in a way, I haven’t let that go. Why aren’t you letting it go, woman?

Huh. Inner voice is still alive.

Yeah I need to let it go. I must get the fact that it’s going to happen and as a friend, I must be happy for you too. I’m sure you still want me to be there.

One problem…when we ever meet again, what’s it going to be like?

Will we cry? Will we hug? Will he be there standing behind you? Will I get cold feet and hide behind a pillar? Will it still be too hard for me to take?

Dammit. I’m much stronger than this.


You say we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care

And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said "Well, that's the one thing we've got"

I see you, the only one who knew me
But now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now?
It's plain to see we're over
I hate when things are over
When so much is left undone

And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said "Well, that's the one thing we've got." - Breakfast At Tiffany’s, Deep Blue Something

Dammit dammit.

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Forgotten men...

In my list of men..or honour roll...i forgot two yummies.

 

- Zach Braff (of Scrubs)

- Shan Wee (P10 late night presenter)

 

(emailed)

 

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Thank you for being a friend

Hah! In your face, the mother!

 

Just did a google on Bea Arthur...the one who played Dorothy on Golden Girls. Few weeks (or months) ago, the mother said Bea Arthur was a man. I wondered who told her that!  I argued and said "No, she's a pure woman!"

 

So, HAH!

 

I told you so.

 

(emailed)

 

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And when we die and float away...into the night, the milky way

HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY, MAIL!!!!!

May Allah bless you with the best of health and may you live a fruitful life with your loved ones. Happy 25th birthday and all the best wishes!

yeah yeah.

Anyway

Meiling gave Lauren and I tickets to catch Flightplan last night. I think it's awrite, although i expected it to be goddamn bad (no thanks to a certain weewee). There were loopholes and defects in the storyline but hey, if you want perfection, write your own screenplay. Although i dont think this movie can brag about cinematography, sound effects or costume (not much of that on board a plane right?), it does give that Hitchcock-ian "Huh?" appeal. My disappointment? Lack of dialogue for Erika Christensen. Pity.

Oh well.

Got to go back to more proof reading. Important week this is. Quite obvious, right? My blog entries are quite tepid and err..terse. Oh well, maybe later.

We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when,
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
"I thought you died alone 
A long long time ago."

"Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
with the man who sold the world."

I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land,
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
At all the millions here:
"We must have died alone
A long long time ago."

"Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world."  - The Man Who Sold The World, David Bowie

(Emailed)

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Say what?

What?

 

No editorial meeting tomorrow?

 

YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

 

(suddenly the jewish song Hava Nagilah comes to mind)

 

Happy Happy Birthday's eve Mail...

 

(emailed)

 

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Tell me something new...

"Any chance it can go for film by this week?"
"I'll try."
"Try to push for Express first...because it has a higher population."
"I'm getting the proofs back tomorrow..we'll have to see how."
"If we cant film this week, then the books cant come out in early November."
"Tell me something new, can?"


I settled my photo problems earlier this season. I tried everything I could and in fact, i think i did better this season. So why cant the books be out on time?

Why are you asking only me...when you jolly well know that there are many other people/culprits involved in this crime? Oh, i forgot. This is MY project. Everyone can mess up my project because they are not the one responsible for the mess.

I am really fed up. Do you know how fed up I am? I am so frustrated and angry that sometimes i can taste blood in my mouth. It's making me sick.

And mentioning sick...

I've been falling sick quite often this year (it all started with the pox). How sick? Sick enough to exceed the IFlex outpatient claim by $1.

Even if I cut short this blog rant, there's no use. I have done all my work and i have all the time in the world to jot this. Why do I have to suffer for the ineffieciency of others?

Dont give me the "because we are a team" crap. Show me your pay slip then we'll talk "team".


STUPID COMPANY.

(emailed)

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Big trip...right

The OC (officer in-charge, lah) wanted us to plan a trip. Initially we were supposed to go Taman Negara this month. But it was thwarted because of the rainy season. Then she suggested a MacRitchie or a Bukit Timah hike...without taking into account that the Muslim kids (about 80% of the population) would be fasting. In fact, she even told them "Your Mona ma'am is going, you should too!" Neh lah...you want me to hike during fasting month? Obviously she hasnt taken that trek. Crazy!

Anyway...

Since i refused to go to MacRitchie/Bukit Timah for a hike, the rest of the instructors didnt want to go too. If i didnt go, the Malay kids wouldnt go. If the Malay kids all didnt turn up, then basically, there would be no one else. Then what? Instructors' social hiking session? Right.

So...

I suggested we go to 2 other places...more "relaxing" for everyone. Will be bringing the kids, fellow instructors and the OC to Labrador Park to see the war bunkers/casemate/tunnel and cannons and then proceed to the splendid Bukit Chandu aka Opium Hill museum, to "relive" those POW moments. It shouldnt be tiring, i hope.


Heh. As you can tell, I'm a war-freak. By that, I mean, I'm a person who is into war stories, war histories, war movies, war memorabilia, blietzkrig, kamikaze, tora tora tora, hamburger hill.NAM...war war war!

Okay shut up.

(emailed)

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Stealing beauty...

On second thought...

I cant come up with a concrete list. But i do have a standard "honour roll":

- brad pitt (standard lah..this one)
- jake gyllenhaal
- john mayer
- heath ledger
- robbie williams
- MTV VJ Quddus
- damon albarn
- justin timberlake
- kaka
- gael garcia bernal
- pharrell williams

There are more....
jasonmrazvincechongewanmcgregorglennongadirahman
khairudinsaharomwaderobsonusherraymondpabloaimaretcetc

(emailed)

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My men

The stupid SAP password is locked for the 3rd time today and therefore i cannot key-in my time.

Hmm..

That left with nothing to do..except proofreading workbook

So...

Let me come up with an inane thing...as to make a list of Mona's favourite men.

Watch this space. Muakakakakakaka.
*cough*

(emailed)

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For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me...

Stone me why can't you see
You're a no one nowhere washed up baby
Who'd look better dead
Your tongue is far too long
I don't like the way it sucks and
Slurs upon my every word

Don't waste your words I don't need
Anything from you
I don't care where you've been or
What you plan to do

I am the resurrection and I am the life
I couldn't ever bring myself
To hate you as I'd
Like - I Am The Resurrection, Stone Roses

Oh before i forget:
CONGRATULATIONS CLARA!! Hope Morgan Stanley will bring you greater happiness and success!


A bell is not a bell
Until someone rings it,
A song is not a song
Until someone sings it.

Love wasn't put
In the heart to stay,
For love isn't love
'Til you give it away.

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So many useless things happened over the weekend…I don’t know where to start

Friday got me home, perplexed and vexed. Was still thinking about the entry, finding loophole/weak point/etc as I broke my fast proper @ 1945hrs. I even messaged Lauren that come January, I would take care of my birthday business myself so that no one would be obligated/pressured.

But as the night passed on, I had cooled down and with anger subsiding, it’s much easier to think. So I messaged Ismail (wanted to call but thought he could be praying terawih) and apologised for the harsh crap. It turned out he did a “public apology” too. Anyway, glad things were settled (at least that’s what I like to believe)…and I could watch Survivor in peace. Survivor? Yeah, finally!


I am rooting for Brandon, the farmer…because I have a strange obsession with the country life. And erm..Bobby Jon is smart..and cute. (I just added “smart” to make him more credible)


After Survivor…Hah, I fell asleep, unwashed. Happening Friday, indeed.


I had big plans on Saturday – hip hop class, Moto X, yada yada…but I ended up being rudely jolted from my slumber by the father, the mother and the brother, who were cleaning the store room. I was roped in…transporting “waste” material to the “dumping ground” at the 11th storey in my wild hair and ultra dirty state. It was 1500hrs and I was still unwashed..from the day before!!

But from the cleaning, I found my new NPCC uniform, old primary school photos (the horror) and old books from poly years..oh, and my 2 ACS soft toys.


Heh. ACS…

Finally showered 30 minutes before break fast time, read papers and rested. At 2000hrs, I got ready and dashed out of the house and onto the roads. I was dressed all black (actually shouldn’t because it’s hard for vehicles to see you. Oh well!), had my cap on and my headphones. Didn’t want the kaypoh aunties and uncles of the neighbourhood to recognise and stop me. I went jogging around the neighbourhood and well, it was cool and urgh, tough. So many slopes around my area. Jogged along the busy traffic…regretting not going gym instead as I inhaled engine fume.


Bah..managed a 45-minute session..went home and did yoga, showered and yeah yeah..FOOTBALL.

My closet favourite (actually not closet anymore, right) Wigan defeated the Magpies. It was hard to believe at first…but I found out that it was simply not Newcastle’s day despite playing well. But I was very happy for bloody Wigan…they have been over-achieving, man.

But of course my best moment of the night came when Rooney broke the deadlock just minutes before the half time for Man U. Initially I thought the match was going to end up a disaster because Scholes seemed in a daze, Ronaldo was frustrated and Nistelrooy ineffective. But Rooney managed to salvage the 1st half, Bardsley was doing well…and ah, it all fell to places later. And hello, Rossi! Hello Pique!


Rooney is congratulated by Cristiano Ronaldo. (JonBuckle/Empics)


Downside: Bolton's premature joy didn’t last long, dammit! 5-1??? What the…


Sunday was one of the loveliest days. It rained the whole day. I continued cleaning up my room..then a quick shower before settling my ass in front of the TV watching *gasp* THE MAMBO KINGS! Ahhh, I love that show. Couldn’t believe HBO was showing it.


I want the soundtrack…but I’ve been searching for 5 years to no avail.

Broke fast…and continued to clean up my room again…and at 2100hrs, rushed to the TV again..and this time..it’s time for COLD MOUNTAIN.


I am not a big fan of Nic Kidman and Jude Law…but I love this show. And the soundtrack…is EXCELLENT. But then again…I am a big country and bluegrass fan. Must remind self to get the soundtrack myself. Either the soundtrack or a trip to the Cold Mountain.

“If you’re fighting, stop fighting.
If you’re marching, stop marching.”

..sigh..


The cleaner Auntie picked up the hand cream that I had dumped in the bin. She told Yvonn (in Mandarin) that I had thrown a still-full bottle away. Yvonne added perhaps it was already expired. Then the Auntie continued asking “What is it?” Then I interrupted her by saying “It’s for the hands. It’s very oily and has too strong cocoa butter smell.” The cleaner doubted my words and tried, lah! Then she went “EEEE!” Then she added in Mandarin to Yvonne, that I should have bought a small tube instead to try (it only came in one huge-ass size). Then I cut in again, saying in Mandarin,” Hen bie yi, mah!” My friendliness to the cleaner has stepped down a notch.


Anyway


The father had been complaining about his bad back the whole weekend. At one point on Saturday, he also reminded me to claim insurance should he die. Initially, it was ultra irritating to hear him groaning in pain…but as the groaning got frequent and louder, I got kind of scared…

With the Krauss’ sad tunes of Cold Mountain, I hit a wall.

Is the time nearing, God? Is it anywhere close?

Well I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate
Or take myself far from this place
I thought I heard a black bell toll
A little bird did sing
Man has no choice
When he wants every thing

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

Man goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught in a mechanism
And swindlers who works like kings
And brokers who break everything
The dark of night was swiftly fading
Close to the dawn of day
Why would I want him just to lose him again

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride - Scarlet Tide, Alison Krauss & Union Station

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(Pot)Shots of my life

B2K - Bump Bump Bump
Beach Boys - Don’t Worry Baby
Billy Joel - For The Longest Time
Black Dog Bone - Khayalan
Bonnie Raitt - I Cant Make You Love Me
Brian McKnight - One Last Cry
Cake - I Will Survive
Coldplay -Yellow
Fall Out Boy - Sugar We’re Going Down
Guns N Roses - Don’t Cry
Joss Stone - Right To Be Wrong
Joss Stone - Spoiled
Joss Stone - You Had Me
Journey - Faithfully
Kanye West & Jamie Foxx - Goldigger
M Nasir - Keroncong Untuk Ana
Manic Street Preachers - Design For Life
Manic Street Preachers - The Girl Who Wanted To Be God
Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)
Nancy Sinatra - These Boots Are Made For Walking
New Order – True Faith
Nirvana - About AGirl
Nirvana - All Apologies
Nirvana - Come As You Are
Nirvana - In Bloom
Nirvana - Lithium
Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea
Nirvana - Polly
Nirvana - School
Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
Nirvana - Man Who Sold The World
Nirvana - Where Did You Sleep Last Night
Nirvana - You Know You’re Right
Outkast - Ghetto Music
Padi - Menanti Sebuah Jawapan
Radiohead - Karma Police
Radiohead - No Surprises
Radiohead - Paranoid Android
Reel Big Fish & Save Ferris - Come On Eileen
REM - Losing My Religion
Rihanna - Pon De Replay
Sean Paul - We’ll Be Burning
Sheila On 7 - Pemuja Rahsia
Snoop Dogg / J Timberlake./ Charlie Wilson - Signs
Snoop Dogg / Pharrell - Drop It Like It’s Hot
Stone Roses - I Am The Resurrection
Stone Roses - I Wanna Be Adored
Stone Roses - Made Of Stone
Stone Roses - Sally Cinnamon
Stone Roses - She Bangs The Drum
Stone Roses - Tell Me
Sublime - Santeria
Pussycat Dolls - Don’t Cha
The Specials – Gangster

That’s about it, huh? Stupid 256MB thingy.


Anyway…


Finally, the random pictures from our resident Botak..fine, CY.


These were taken so long ago…we had a dinner date with Ai Noi at Parkway Parade’s Siam Kitchen. Ai Noi looks more feminine now. Hmmm…the SNPians still look like mental patients.

Like here…


Urgh..double, triple, quad chin! Waiting for Dear to finish her work so that we could go for lunch. They eat, I watch.


I am not promoting the single, available, nubile, nymphomaniac (ok, I added that) Dear Tan…rather, to share the view of the war-ravaged office


Mona doing a very bad mime act


CY showing us the way into Daphne’s (confidential secretary) office.


Mona, sitting on MD’s chair, scolds CY for sneaking into the secretary’s room.

If you still doubt our mental state, does this picture say anything more?


More fruitful updates in the next entry, I guess.

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