Anna Sui Rocks Gila Babi

It’s confirmed! I’ve lost the pictures taken at Seaford. Ting doesn’t have it. I don’t have it. Alamak..so sad.

You Are an Indie Rocker!

You are in it for the love of the music... And you couldn't care less about being signed by a big label. You're all about loving and supporting music - not commercial success. You may not have the fame and glory, but you have complete control of your career.

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

Have been sleeping early the past couple of nights...at midnight. My dad found it so strange he asked “What’s wrong with the computer?” Yeah instead of “What’s wrong with you?” I told him the computer was simply too slow and fucked up to do anything. Ok, I still play Bejeweled but haiyah…that’s about it.


Damn addictive game. The whole office was introduced to it during a Microsoft enrichment class.

Kenny Sia posted a picture of himself and the SPG this morning. There were a couple of shots…in the second one, both of them were bare-chested. Yes! You guys missed the shot where the SPG pressed her naked boobs against Kenny’s naked chest-meat. Xiaxue gave Kenny a lot of flak…few hours later, he took off the pictures. I have one of the shots hidden in my cache somewhere…but hah, it’s not the nekkid-tetek one.

And people say that I’m kinky…


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Anyway…

I need to do a bit of retail therapy. Pronto. My make up is depleting and depreciating. The downside of having a big face: you use more powder, more gloss, etc. I am eyeing:

Anna Sui’s loose powder

and


Anna Sui’s rouge

Humph…there are many more of course. But…we’ll see how. Let me get to the counter first. Hiak hiak!

Okay. This has been a brainless entry for a very brainless day. Dreary, indeed. I think, it’s time to bring out the ROCK music!

I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven help my head is spin'n round
Stop this airplane cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove

Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis
And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair
Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)

I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had to scream last night
Lord of Love

I didn't know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
Three a.m. at five o'clock
And one of us leaves, and I got shot!
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, biatch - Whatever, Butthole Surfers


No fucking clue what these people are singing? It’s okay. Just go mental anyway.


Rock out. Whatever.

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Wish him well

One of the hobbits' father had gotten a heart attack yesterday. Girlfriend, i hope he is stable now.

i wish him well.

xxx :{ xxx

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What becomes of the broken hearted? They heal!

Finally watched American Psycho yesterday. The best scene was when the hooker tried to run out of the apartment. Man, that was cold..



And how about that part where he was checking himself out in the mirror while fucking the 2 whores? Man…that was pure lusty narcissism

I shall watch Scarface soon. Have to go DVD hunting! I want The Princess Bride, The Red Curtain Trilogy and ggrrrr…so many-many. Going to start my collection already – Robin Williams, Tom Hanks, Tim Burtons, Jim Carreys, Baz Luhrmann, Lars Von Trier, Audrey Hepburns, Marilyn Monroes, Adam Sandlers, Quentin Tarantinos, Al Pacinos, De Niros..and many”art houses” (Bunuel and Dali’s Un Chien Andalou!) and B-grades movies like Double Indemnity, original Ocean’s 11..do I sound over-zealous to you? Cause I am!



Side note: I was clearing my cupboard last night when I saw an envelope which dated back in 1998. I unsealed it and it was *gasp!* a Christmas card from Sujing!!!! Wah lao! It was hidden in the pile of bills. Immediately sms-ed Sujing who found it hilarious. Tsk tsk tsk.



I also discovered my old report book. Looking at my grades from sec 1 to sec 4, i have been a slightly above-average student. Why, oh why, do i have this idea that i am a genius? See what too much positive thinking can do to your brain? Gaaaaah! I AM a fucking genius!

.....

I have this niggling feeling about something that needs to be done. But I have no inkling what is it. It is making me so restless and I cannot do anything else.

Anyway,

The best friend sms-ed yesterday saying “I’m single again!” Uh oh. I picked up the phone and called her. First few minutes were all right and then…jeng jeng jeng..waterworks. I heard her cry over the phone so many times but this time, the suppressed tears spoke greater volume. It really broke my heart. But this time, I don’t blame the guy. It’s not really his fault. Well, not totally. I blame age difference.

The best friend doesn’t think she can wait for 5 years. Even then, after 5 years, the best friend will not be able to settle down because the partner needs to get a job. Maybe the boy is a bit frightened about the wedding. After all, he is just 23. And he has just started his ITE classes. Like students always are, they begin to have more dreams. The best friend cannot blame him for wishing to do a diploma course after 2 years. I mean, she has a diploma so why cant he, right? Plus, the best friend has a mission of getting married before she turns 30 and that is 5 years from now.

The boy also said during this period of 5 years, his main priorities will be studies and family. Honestly, I agree…but I feel for the best friend.

Can anyone be happy being #3 for at least 5 years?


So I told the best friend…let him soar now. 5 years down the road, if they are meant to be together, they will get together.

Me: If you two are meant to be together, 5,10, 20 years later, you will still be together.
BF: *Whimpering sound*
Me: Now, go wash your face because you need to get back to work.
BF; (sniff) *whimpering sound*
Me: If your colleagues ask you what’s wrong, don’t tell them anything. Especially that bitchy old gay dude.
BF: (sniffing) Yeah…I bet he will be gloating.
Me: Don’t say anything. You’re not obliged to say anything.
BF: *whimpering sound*
Me: Go back to work. If you want to meet up, just tell me. I don’t mind taking leave or something, ok?
BF: Yes..thank you.

When that’s done, I sms-ed the rest of the “clan” not to call the best friend because she had to gather every morsel of strength to continue her afternoon shift. If the rest wanted to know, they had to call me. So for the next hour, I entertained 3 long calls.




Girlfriend, different people have different priorities. For your case, it is nobody’s fault.
It is just unfortunate. Don’t be so hard on yourself. The right one will come eventually. What I want from you right now is for you to drop that stupid and repressive die-die-must-get-married-before-30 notion.

Stop sabotaging yourself.

As I walk this land with broken dreams
I have visions of many things
Love's happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion,
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe

The fruits of love grow all around
But for me they come a tumblin' down
. Every day heartaches grow a little stronger
I can't stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows
Searching for light
Cold and alone
No comfort in sight
Hoping and praying for someone to care
Always moving and goin to where
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe

I'm searching though I don't succeed
But someone look, there's a growing need
Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning
All that's left is an unhappy ending
Now what's become of the broken-hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
I'll be searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care
I'll be looking everyday
I know I'm gonna find a way
Nothings gonna stop me now
I'll find a way somehow
I'll be searching everywhere - What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted, Jimmy Ruffin

I’ll see you soon.
Meanwhile, hang on, sweet child.
Hang on.

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I love Saturday Night Live!!

Your Power Color Is Gold

At Your Highest: You are engrossed in passions that mentally stimulate you. At Your Lowest: You seek thrills and neglect what's important in your life. In Love: You see dating as adventure and approach it with an open attitude. How You're Attractive: You passion for life makes others passionate about you. Your Eternal Question: "Am I Having Fun?"

What's Your Power Color?

I just finished dinner..okay, supper. Inspired by Jamie Oliver, I refused to cook Maggi mee the “normal” way. So I boiled the noods and some frozen nuggets, drained them and let them cool down. Then I got a saucepan, put in oil, threw in garlic, onion, a bit of water, a bit of prawn seasoning and tomato sauce. Then when things got slightly heated, I threw in some carrots (God knows how long they have been sitting in the fridge) and then the noods and the nuggets. Not happy with the ingredient, I threw in an egg. 5 minutes later, everything was ready and my food tasted fine. I love quick-cooking! I love it when I just chuck everything I can find into the pot. Hah. Maybe next Saturday I can do my favourite tuna pasta. Memories of cooking in Perth came flying back…


I think I want to get a Jamie Oliver cooking book.

Kitchen Tip: Wash the dirty dishes while waiting for the food to cook. Piling everything up and washing them after a good meal is a mood-spoiler.


Went to IT’s place last night. I fell asleep at home, waiting for them to finish their fish head dinner (ew!) at Geylang Bahru. I staggered out of my house at 2245hrs and only reached her place at about 2330hrs. Was totally dead upon arrival…so like the rest, I stuffed on the chips to keep awake. CY, Dear and I then got cosy in front of the telly, watching MTV. Somehow, black music MTVs fascinated us that night (more for the two..i’m used to it already). Xuewei went back and B was already concussing on the couch. She was feeling bored I guess. IT was trying to get everyone to play UNO but Dear, CY and I were too distracted. So we just sat and watched tv before adjourning to an empty room to *ahem* sleep. Hahahahahahaha.

"4 on the bed and the little one said, “Roll over, roll over!”
3 on the bed and the little one said, “Roll over, roll over!”
2 on the bed and the little one said, “Roll over, roll over!”
1 on the bed…and it was Mona!”

B and Dear left early, leaving CY and I to hang out with IT. At 1400hrs+ we finally went out of the house to SingPost for McD. Then to This Fashion (yeah..i know) and after IT went back, CY and I roamed around the ubiquitous City Plaza. Ubiquitous? Well, it has been there for as long as I can remember and I cant see the reason why. When home after that…reaching home close to 2000hrs.



*Yawn* Jay Leno has just ended. It’s my cue to leave.
Got to run to my favourite couch spot.
It’s time for NBC’s “Live from New York, it's Saturday Night!”

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE, ya’ll!



A thousand times good night, funny bones.

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Mona's full of kinks...

Your Blogging Type is Artistic and Passionate

You see your blog as the ultimate personal expression - and work hard to make it great. One moment you may be working on a new dramatic design for your blog... And the next, you're passionately writing about your pet causes. Your blog is very important - and you're careful about who you share it with.

What's Your Blogging Personality?

Well I don’t know who are reading this. I mean, apart from my friends, I am not sure if there are anyone else. Even then, not all of my friends know about this. My fellow hobbits don’t read it even though I shove and promote this under their noses. Okay Noreen does read this once in a while.. My poly friends (7 ppl) read them regularly (religiously?), 4 people from work (Dear, Weewee, WK, CY)…I know Roland does read this. Hmm..that’s about it. A grand number of…13. Okay, apa!



Charlton Media Group has rejected me. The 2nd one after Retail Asia. Wonder what’s next? Bring it on!

IT is having her birthday dinner tonight at some coffee shop near Geylang Bahru. Some fish head stuff thingy…which I am not particularly fond of. So here I am whether to go or not. Right now, my stand stands (oooh so clever) at not going to fish head dinner and instead go home and change. Then I will join Dear, B, CY and Xuewei at IT’s house for a night of girly fun. No IT, I don’t think you can get us to play strip poker, strip mahjong, strip uno, etc. But yeah, we’re going to have fun!




The mother mentioned something about the grandmother and we ended up arguing. I know I’m just being rude but seriously, mother, it’s all too late. Why should my siblings care for her when she never, NEVER, love us? She is always displaying favouritism so why should us not knowing about her welfare bothers her? Plus, I really cannot bring myself to love someone who keeps dissing me down. The grandmother disses the mother, too. It’s all a web of deceits, really.

Anyway, we argued about my disrespect for the grandmother. I am not revengeful but her words (even though she said it so long time ago) are still ringing (and stinging) in my ears. Mother, I remember how she looked down on us…how she hated our tiny house..how this and how that. I can forget many things, mother…but I cant forget her words.

So the mother got pissed knowing that I was pissed with the grandmother. She went to sleep, leaving me alone in the living room to catch my dosage of LOST. Let me be lah mother. I don’t hate that grandmother. I just don’t love her.

Oh…on another note…

Do you know that ducks are the only creatures that practise rapes? Do you know that snakes not only have forked tongues but forked penises too? Do you know that whales copulate by leaping out of the water and slapping each other?

And people say I am kinky?

She's the kind of girl who likes to do it stand up
From the back or anyway you want it, love
From the top if you keep it going all night
You're as good as the next for a fun time

Lookie here like a rabbit on the dancefloor
Party girl like you comin' in the back door
"C'mon boy, give it good, give an encore"
Never leave a hungry sister begging one more

You keep it good and she'll beat you at your own game
Flip a switch and she's crying out her own name
Keep a lady happy as a little lamb
Give her head and you're riding on a sure shot

It's a sure shot... honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot - Sex Never Goes Out of Fashion, Garbage

Heheheheh…and who doesn’t want to be fashionable?

Ooh you kinky you. ;)

Oh I’ve got another entertaining show on the box, thanks to Star World. Rock Star INXS is good, boy!

Ah….the smell of weekend.


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Come on all ye reborns

Couldn't figure out a word she was saying
But I could see you were looking amazing
Give me some help I need the translation
What does te querio really mean? Tell me

Senorita, la chica bonita are the only words I know
I wish that I could hold you and dar te um beso
I wanna take you home
Cos I really really like you style
I can see you wanna get buck wild
Senorita, la chica bonita are the only words I know
Chico bonito me atraes - Only Words I Know, Blue

Whaaaat? I like them and whatever it is, they sound nicer than Boyzone and Westlife ..and the porky Duncan James is cute. So bite me.

Have a lot of pent up energy today. I wish to be in the gym right now but man, I can only get my ass there at the end of a mindless working day. I detest office life. Why am I even here?

What Mona Can Be:
I can be a travel writer…sharing my beautiful global experiences with readers and illuminating everyone with colourful glossy pictures.

I can be a war correspondent…reporting the atrocities of war on site.

I can be an international social worker…digging up sewage trenches with the Somalians (or anyone who needs sewage trenches) and share a happy break in the shade drinking a glass of much-needed water.

I can be an intelligence agent…disguising in the name of espionage and living life dangerously.

I can be a poet…scribbling beautiful sonnets, verses and charms.

I can be a lighthouse keeper…warning incoming ships of rocks and the change of tides and watching the gleaming stars during my break.

I can be a clown…botching tricks and magic and be downright silly under the white powdered face and a red nose.



I can be a street performer…dancing in the rain with no shoes on, jumping on puddles, singing Singing In The Rain and kiss every passing stranger.

I can be a dreamer…lazying under the big rain tree in a field of gold with a vision of a distant rainbow peeping between the clouds.

Wouldn’t that be nice?
Don’t wake me up.
Fine, let me dream longer.

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends - Green Day

It will be soon till all these will be over.
Hang on, sweet child.
Hang on.

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A Hate Song For No One

Cow + Vibrator = Milk Shake
+ =

Heh. I’m so clever.

Guess what?

The TV and DVD player didn’t come yesterday because there was no one at home! What? No one at home? I cant believe it! My brother was so pissed that he went to stay at his friend’s place for the night. He was soooo looking forward to playing his PS2 on the new TV.

Eat. Shit. Sleep. TV. Eat. Shit. Sleep. TV



CY and I went shopping for IT’s present last night at Junction 8. We bought a lot of rubbish and so I conclude that J8 is a rubbish shopping mall. There are many “rubbish” shops, lining up one after another. Being rubbish gift buyers that we are, we were naturally tempted.

Crap aside…

I was hit by a bout of nostalgic depression while showering last night. No, not because I saw myself naked. I was transported to a memory of 2 years back…where I thought I would have it all.

Then I thought of work.
Then I thought of him.
Then I felt so weak.
Then I felt so useless for being so weak.
Then I felt used.
Then I felt upset for being used.
Then I shed a tear.
Then I wiped it dry.
Then I stepped out.
Then it came back.

He was a dickhead bastard.
A genuine case of the son-of-a-bitch.
A selfish prick who had no thoughts about others.
A sad loser who unsuccessfully built the world around himself.
A petty, egotistical wanker.
A perverted asshole with a twisted mind.

You’re sick.
But you have a way with words.
But that doesn’t make you any less twisted.
Go to hell.
You make me sick.



I wish could tie you up in my shoes
Make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful
But what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who's inside there
The one with the long hair
Same old me again today

My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I'm through
It's because of you
I've tried different ways
But it's all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I'm just trippin

You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make up
That M.A.C. can make
But if you can't look inside you
Find out who am I too
Be in the position to make me feel
So damn unpretty
I'll make you feel unpretty too

Never insecure until I met you
Now I'm bein stupid
I used to be so cute to me
Just a little bit skinny (Mona: Ok change that)
Why do I look to all these things
To keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you
And then I'll get back to me

My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I'm through
It's because of you
I've tried different ways
But it's all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
Me, I'm trippin

You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make up
That M.A.C. can make
But if you can't look inside you
Find out who am I too
Be in the position to make me feel
So damn unpretty
I'll make you feel unpretty too - Unpretty, TLC

My sentiments exactly.
Ok. Now that I’ve gotten rid of you, it’s time I get back to me.



Awrite…gonna leave the office after lunch. Need to go to Northbrooks Sec to get some pictures for my book. Not going to come back to this rat lab so hooray for Wednesday!

Damn I'm hungry.

P/S: CY, your durians tasted so out-of-this-world!

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I dont need to wait anymore

B: I want to ask you…Do you like durians?
M: Yes, of course!
B: Do Malays eat durians?
M: Humph..what kind of question is that? Of course they do!
B: Har? Then how come I never see them eat durians outside?
M: What rubbish are you talking about? They eat at home, lah!
B: Why don’t they like to eat durians outside?
M: Why must they eat it outside? Just because we eat at home and not in front of your eyes doesn’t mean that we don’t eat durians.
B: But you can always see Chinese people eating durians outside and..
M: (walking away) Why am I even listening to this crap…

See. One may be a Masters student but that doesn’t mean one has brains. Heh, no offence, B. You know I still love you. Right.

I am done with the Changi Village Hotel article and am left with the NDP one. But I don’t think I can do it today because I am still waiting for more information from that Terence Cao-lookalike dude. So, I got sidetracked and surfed Victoria’s Secrets website instead. And then I fell in love with this.

The new TV and DVD/VCD player that my brother bought last week are coming today. Maybe, they are already sitting pretty at home right now. My brother bought a PS2 a few days ago, too. This is crazy. He is spending so much money and here I am, with only $10 in my pockets…with 11 more days to payday. But oh well, i’ve got a brand new TV and tonight, I can finally watch DVD at home.

So yeah…my place.

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh yeah

Yeah How long must you wait for it?
Yeah How long must you pay for it?
Yeah How long must you wait for it?
Oh for it

I was scared, I was scared
Tired and under prepared
But I wait for it
If you go, if you go
Leave me down here on my own
Then I'll wait for you (yeah)

Yeah How long must you wait for it?
Yeah How long must you pay for it?
Yeah How long must you wait for it?
Oh for it

Sing it
Please, please, please
Come back and sing to me
To me, me
Come on and sing it out, now, now
Come on and sing it out, to me, me
Come back and sing it

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
And I was lost, oh yeah,
Oh yeah - In My Place, Coldplay

Bye, Wai Keong.

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Pontianak terbalik...

I rummaged my brother’s drawer and among his stacks and stacks of CDs, I found Gwen Stefani’s album. Basket, he should have told me!

Anyway, this was what I was told last night.

Mother: Your dad’s friend’s house has a pontianak.
Bro: Liar!
Me: What the…how do you know?
Mother: He asked your dad how to get rid of a pontianak.
Bro: How did he know there was one?
Mother: Few nights ago, his wife went into the kitchen to bring in the laundry. Then she saw the pontianak hanging upside down outside the window.
Me: (mutters) Fucking chee bye..
Bro: Liar…
Mother: Really. He even sent your dad a picture he took of the pontianak.
Me: That’s crazy! What if it comes into the house?
Mother: It wont anyhow disturb a person, lah.
Bro: Where’s the house?
Mother: Somewhere lah.
Bro: Tell me lah
Mother: (always being the smartass one) Pontianak always goes where the monsoon wind blows…around Sembawang area.
Me: Why am I even listening to this…

I don’t know if I want to believe this or not. I mean, I am sure there are many other “things” roaming this Earth but sometimes, it gets a bit ridiculous right? Maybe I’ll be even more convinced if I can lay my eyes on the picture. But, hah, I know I am too chicken to look at it.


Anyway, I don’t know why but the thought of hearing a pontianak hanging upside down outside the kitchen window somehow reminds me of Batman. Hmmmm…whatever it was, I just wish no one will get hurt.

Anyway, I couldn’t sleep well last night. I had some skin irritation and it was disturbing my sleep…and when I finally got to bed at 0530hrs, I had a dream. In my dream, a woman accused me of forgetting my religion. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. She told me:

Woman: Kau lupa surah Al Fatihah, kan? (You forgot the Al Fatihah verse, right?)
Me: T-t-tak (n-n-no)
Woman: Baca! (Recite!)
Me: Bismilla,,h-hi-hirahmanirahim..al-al (In the name of Allah, the Compassionate..the.)
Woman: Kan? Tak tahu kan? (See? You don’t know, right?)
Me: T-t-tak (n-n-no)

Then I woke up.


I can read it. I can.

Man. It really is good to be “reminded” once in a while. I remember a friend who was on a trip with me. He was a very devoted Muslim and would always mind what he consumed. When we went on the Thailand exchange trip, we were served food of dubious “background”. The next morning, he told me he had a horrible nightmare where a group of people held him tight and force-fed him pork. He looked damn disturbed. I’ve got nothing to say to him. I was happily eating my breakfast.

Hai Adnan, I wonder where the hell you are now.

It’s almost time to knock off. I haven’t completed my Changi Village and NDP articles. Looks like I have to bring work home and continue after Desperate Housewives tonight. In another words, tonight, I will end up either sleeping on my cold bedroom floor or on the kitchen table.

Whatever it is, I just need my radio to be with me.

It's hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life
Passes things, get more comfortable
Everything is going right And after all the obstacles
It's good to see you now with someone else
And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool

We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long ago
Time always kills the pain
Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
Look how all the kids have grown, oh
We have changed but we're still the same
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool

Yeah, I know we're cool

And I'll be happy for you
If you can be happy for me
Circles and triangles
And now we're hanging out with your new girlfriend
So far from where we've been
I know we're cool I know we're cool
C-cool, I know we're cool I know we're cool - Cool, Gwen Stefani

Yeah...i dont know about you but, yeah, i think i am cool about it now.

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We Eat Cannibals

Wore my new shoes to work..the ones I bought at Tangs. The black heels with ribbons. Ribbons and buckles on shoes work for me.


CY resembled me to a conscience. I wish I was half of that. However, I am not. I’m scheming and I’m evil. Selfish and unaffected. Sloth and angsty. Lusty and envious. Vulgar and hopeless. I’m untouchable. A pariah. It just happens that I don’t smoke, drink or do drugs. Everything else…happened.

Having said that however, I do try to be good. I do sidetrack to sin city sometimes but I try not to stay long there. Whatever it is, there is gloom in this soul.

Awrite, enough Monday emo shit. Let’s be happy..hei bi..hepi.



Had a looong Saturday. Woke up at 0600+hrs and went Northbrooks Sec for NPCC. Had a crappy morning because I had nothing programmed for the earlier part of the training and there I was in my full uniform, creating a new Friendster account in the NPCC room. My training session only began around 1000 when I began my comic act of teaching the Sec 1s how to ke belakang pusing and satu/tiga/lima langkah ke kiri/kanan gerak. Asked the NCOs to teach the kids initially. But the NCOs had the cheek to tell me they didn’t know how to teach this command. Apache ninja kuku!!! Then why the hell are you the NCOs?

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Ditzy Spice Trader. Where You Lived: Texas. How You Died: Killed in Battle.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

After lunch, Meiling and I went home around 1400hrs. Took an hour’s nap before meeting my sis and Sha at City Hall MRT for the NDP National Education Preview. Got the passes from Derrick of Mindef (who remotely looked like Terence Cao) and he took us (with great difficulty) into the Padang to the media briefing in one of the containers. Then around 1730hrs, we three went into the Padang and got ourselves seated right under the laser beams, behind students from Kheng Cheng Primary School.

I’ll remember not to send my kids to that school. They are a boring lot who only want to eat and drink.

The Red Lions came parachuting down and the second jumper landed with a thud flat on his back. He didn’t move and I feared he met his death. One by one the rescue personnel came forward. The show went on though…while the poor guy was lying there motionless, Adrian Pang came close to do the fun dance. Yeah, I know he couldn’t do much also..I was just sharing the fact. I was sure the kids who were seated near that spot were kind of traumatised. Well kids, shit happens.

Sha: This is home truly, where I know I must be/Where my dreams wait for me…
Mona: Bullshit!
Sha: I somehow know you’re going to say that!
Mona: But it’s the truth, what! Dreams, my ass.
Sha: This is home surely, where my senses tell me
Mona: This is where I wont be aloooooooone
Together: For this is where I know I’m hoooooome

Heh, I’m a cynic but I do know where I come from.

Taufik and Rui En came out to sing the Fun Dance song..Reach Out For The Skies or something. We didn’t actually pay attention because we were busy positioning our cameras to the direction of the fireworks. We were given some plastic umbrellas (we were seated right at the top, the nearest to the firework at the whole Padang) to shelter us from the falling erm..firework beams(? Rays? Gaah!) but we were too ya-ya to use it.

The fireworks took place with the normal oohs and aahs from the kids. It lasted for mere 3 minutes and then the Singapore medley took place. Sha and I were dancing along..doing a dance which looked like how Teletubbies would jiggle. Then at 2014hrs, the second round of fireworks happened. Then, at the end of it, the laser screen on top of our heads emitted fireworks and it began to “pour down”. Sha, my sister and I panicked because we didn’t open our umbrellas. Sha then shamelessly popped her head under the umbrella of the girl in front of her. I joined in too because damn..the laser beams were hot. Served us right.

Went home after that…reaching at 2130hrs. Planned to meet the office people at 2230hrs..couldnt make it. Met them at 2250hrs instead.

ChinaBlack had a snaking queue. So B, Dear, Dear’s friend Dawn, CY and friends and I headed to DBL O instead. I was more interested in OBar but well..DBL O would do for that night. Went in and hmmm..it was retro in the house. Initially I thought, “Okay, it’s awrite. It’s not that bad. How bad can it be? It’s all Class 95, anyway.” So we went to the dancefloor…Pet Shop Boys, cool. Madonna, very cool. Then, the Bananarama..Spagna.. came out. Then the killer, Rick “Pukey” Astley!

The dancers on the podiums (the confident bengs and lians as usual) did the gross hand routines which really made me cringe. Anyway, nice retro songs (yeah, there are nice ones) came once in a while. When they didn’t come out, I stood there motionlessly. It wasn’t like I was not having a good time. I just don’t know how to move to yucky retro ditties. I decided it was time for a short break when I Eat Cannibals was on.

When I came back, it was ROCK time! Glad to know that at about 0130hrs, retro was a thing of the past already. Then came the pop music and eventually the rnb. God is fair after all.

Stayed over at CY’s place on the pretext of watching DVDs. But after a quick shower, my eyes (with my hard lenses still intact) got heavy. I ended up falling asleep while watching Kill Bill: Vol 1.


Anyway...

Why was I reluctant to bring my friends to Hard Rock Café? I love the music there but why was I unable to bring myself to go there with my friends? Why did I feel shame? I am a biased bitch who look down on her own race. For that, I am guilty and embarrass. Why did I dismiss mats and minahs and then on the other hand, I readily go to clubs fully patronised by bengs and lians? Why I rather be in a beng-ish retro place than be in a mat-ish great music place? You’re really full of shit, Mona.

I give up.

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's Your Ideal Career?

Ah, 3 out of the list is not so bad. Book editor, DJ and comedian. Not so bad at all.

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My My Saturday

I am currently crashing at CY's place after a looooong day which somewhat ended at *gasp* DBL O.

Will further update about the funny things that happened during the NDP event just now...

Something's better on the other side

It's Waikiki's last day today.
Good riddance.

Kidding.

Good bye and good luck.

Envy.

Chee bye!

Lily just pointed out that there's a patch of paint on my cardi. ARGH! nabei chee bye! my $70 cardi!!!

it must be the wall outside my house. there was no indication...i must be wearing my shoes when i lost balance and leaned over. no only that, the people dropped one of my shoes from the rack and now there's bits of pain on it. that, i dont care...but my cardi??

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


I am so depressed now.
Thank god I have chocolates.
My Friday will be so bleak without Ferrero Rochers and Cadbury Hazel Nut.

Again...die, world. Die.

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Why does the sun go on shining?

You are a Black Coffee

At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it Your caffeine addiction level: high

Kind of Coffee Are You?

Heh, my best and worst descriptions are true. The rest...hmm, not really.

If fate had turned its face to the other side last night, i wouldnt get to write this entry in the comfort of my office. i could have been in the hospital, fighting for my life...with a burnt kitchen at home. i came home at 2100hrs and well, was famished. But the mother didnt cook dinner so i was left to my own "devices". Went to the fridge and saw a few sausages and a pack of Japanese crispy chickens pieces. Since the microwave doesnt work anymore (the mother always spoils things), i went to the mother and asked:

Mona: How? How long must i wait to thaw these stuff?
Mother: No need. You can just put them in hot oil.
Mona: You sure? No need to defrost?
Mother: No need.

So I heated up a pot of oil and went to watch TV. Then i heard little cackles...ah the oil is hot already. What i didnt know was that the oil was already TOO hot. so i happily went to the kitchen and took out the sausages. There were about 3-4 of them, frozen together and with icicles around them. something told me to stand away from the pot so after dunking the frozen lump inside the pot, i quickly backed off.

What happened next was horrifying. It's much more terrible than the picture above. The sausages got "flambe-d"!

Well, it looks cool in restaurants but..fucked up..not in an HDB kitchen! the fire got so high i was so afraid my cabinet would catch fire. i was screaming for the mother amidst the "cackling" explosions. I wanted to turn off the stove but fucking hell, i couldnt get near there. Thank god my face wasnt near the pot...confirm 1st degree burn.

The fire was on for only 1-2 minutes and after that it fucking died. I was so afraid to go near the stove and held a cardboard near my face. The mother then came in gallantly to turn off the stove. Gaah! If she had cooked dinner, this wouldnt happen. Anyway, thank God there wasnt any major damage and the cabinet was still intact. However, hot oil was everywhere. So well, i spent the next 30 minutes cleaning the kitchen. I swear i could still feel the oiliness in the kitchen this morning.

Oh well.

And if that's not bad enough...there has been some "fund error" and stuff. so now, i am left with 20 bucks in my spending account. Yes, what the hell, you say! i was shocked, too. i would only be "reimbursed" in 2 weeks' time. Then from now till then, what the fuck is going to happen to me? IT's present, how? Wa-fucking-lao!!!

Mona checks purse. $7. 3 $2-notes, 4 20c-coins, 1 10-c coin, 2 5-c coins. That's for the weekend. Mona recalls EZ-Link card value: $1. Mona having thoughts of robbing, stealing and pilfering: Priceless.

Now Mona is going to sulk her away her weekend...doing cheap or preferably free stuff. I feel 15 all over again.

Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl - Factory Girl, Rolling Stones

I have curly hair. I have no money. I have fat knees. I work in a factory. It's Friday.

Die, world. Die.

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Pride can stand a thousand trials...

I want to watch The Lords of Dogtown…1. I’ve heard of the Z-Boys and I like “extreme” sports and 2. Heath Ledger’s in there…I think he’s one of the most promising young actors around, man.

Talking about actors…heh I am a closet fan of Antonio Banderas. What..he can sing, he can dance. Just a tad old and oily. My favourite Antonio Banderas’ movie? The Mambo Kings!



And if anyone stumble upon its soundtrack, , please tell me. I’ve been looking for it for the longest time.


Anyway,

As I am typing this, I am listening to Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive. As cheesy as it sounds..blaring it on my headphones..it does lift my fighting spirit a teeny bit. FIGHT LIKE A CHAMPION. FLOAT LIKE A BUTTERFLY. STING LIKE A BEE. Then get Parkinson’s Disease. Tsk tsk tsk…life’s not worth fighting.



I don’t want to fight life. I guess, I’ll just have to embrace it.

Oh well.

This has been bogging me for a while. So, fellow badminton kakis, read and take note.

- For doubles, sides in, backs out.
- For singles, sides out, backs in

This is damn useful too. During serving, contact must be made below waist level. Anyway, hope this will clear the air…and end my racquet-slamming frustrations.

Mentioning racquet-slamming, I am so so so so sorry, Mail. I try not to slam your racquets. Sigh…I need to get a better personal racquet.

Your Kissing Purity Score: 77% Pure

You've hardly ever been kissed But the kisses you've given are very missed

Kissing Purity Test

So meaningless…but yet so true.

...then I did the simplest thing in the world.
I leaned down... and kissed him.
And the world cracked open. -Agnes de Mille, b. 1905-



Hello...
Can you hear me
Am I getting through to you
Hello...
Is it late there
Is there laughter on the line
Are you sure you're there alone
Cause I'm trying to explain
Something's wrong
You just don't sound the same
Why don't you
Why don't you
Go outside
Go outside

Kiss the rain
Whenever you need me
Kiss the rain
Whenever I'm gone too long
If your lips feel lonely and thirsty
Kiss the rain
And wait for the dawn
Keep in mind
We're under the same sky
And the night's
As empty for me as for you
If you feel
You can't wait till morning
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain

Hello...
Do you miss me
I hear you say you do
but not the way I'm missing you
What's new
How's the weather
Is it stormy where you are
You sound so close but it feels like you're so far
Oh would it mean anything
If you knew
What I'm left imagining
In my mind
In my mind
Would you go
Would you go

Kiss the rain
As you fall over me
Think of me
Think of me
Think of me

Only me
Kiss the rain
Whenever you need me
Kiss the rain
Whenever I'm gone too long
If your lips
Feel hungry and tempted
Kiss the rain
And wait for the dawn
Keep in mind
We're under the same sky
And the night's
As empty for me as for you
If you feel you can't wait till morning
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain - Kiss The Rain, Billie Myers


No Lily, I am not without love.
I’m sure he’s out there saying the same thing.
And we were singing the same tune.


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Family of TV junkies

Was being quite a bitch i think. I am so sorry for that. However, before people start throwing me names like "bitter old spinster", i just want to say that i am very happy for my coupled friends. It's just that sometimes, i, too, would like to be given a choice. Of course most of the time i'll say, "Of course, you can lah!" It's not the person...it's just the gesture.


I came home hoping to catch the last 20minutes of Portraits Of A Home but my parents were watching CNA for the IOC results instead. London (!!) won the bid so, we'll see more of it in 2012.

Damn! I'll be 32 by then.

Oh well, badminton tired the hell out of me.

Oh yeah...my brother has bought a new Toshiba 29" Flat screen TV and a Toshiba DVD/VCD player. Damn, he is earning way more than me...with just an ITE cert. Mass comm line sucks!

WHatever it is, us watching TV will never be the same again.

A thousand times good night then, celluloid androids.

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Losing my religion

What will God say to you when you die?
Name
Age
Religion
You will say:	Yo.
He will say:	I am whole-heartedly disappointed in you.
How much do you deserve to be in heaven? - 48%
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Yah...badminton.

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Couples, spare a thought.

Fucking chee bye. I am so pissed with myself. Stupid fucked up idiot!
I told you right from the start…I don’t have what it takes to be an editor. I am not meticulous enough and my chin-chye-anything-goes attitude is so not suitable to be a bloody editor. Dammit. I sucked so baaaaad I’m actually feeling sorry for my company.



Okay. Better stop before I sound like Auntie B.

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I stopped the show
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone I forgot to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Don't think that I'll be back again
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me

Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take - Freedom 90. George Michael

Yes, yes, yes. And sad to say, some mistakes were built to last.

Anyway,

I got the email from Yoki Wong of Retail Asia. I didn’t get the job. Oh well, got to scour for more opportunities then. Not giving up. Gambatte.




P/S: Dont a person ask his/her friends if they mind him/her bringing the "spouse" anymore? Don't just take it for granted, man.

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Life's puzzles..

Had a briefing at NIE just now and the whole lot of the Mother Tongue Team were there. Took a cab back to SNP with Xuewei and Vivian. We were chatting about something when i found out that Xuewei had suffered a stroke before. I was so shocked..but i hid it quite well. I was shit-shocked still. i think she was either in her late teens or early 20s. she was studying in a taiwan university at that time...and it was during her final exam period. she went jogging and after that, she had a freaking bad headache..had a stroke and lost her vision on her left eye.No wonder she cannot drive!

Scary, huh? i thought stroke is not something for the young and the restless. This is so crazy.

i guess I have to dismiss the notion.
I am not invincible.

P/s: NTU is a huge bad-ass campus. Fucking hell...and they say we have no land for cemeteries!

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If you've got the problem, then I've got the remedy...

I forgot to wear my watch today. I can’t believe it. That’s the most important and over-used item and yet, I forgot to don it this morning. I feel naked.

Tiada kemaafan di sini
Kau ragut degupan hati ku ini
Akan ku jejakimu, kemana jua
Hingga akhir masa, sayang

I was on the bus when suddenly I was struck with this stupid thought. What if my mother dies? Many scenarios came to my mind. They were all frightening and downright depressing. Suddenly I realised tears were already streaming down my face. Alamak…how embarrassing.

My company’s Director of International Sales uses the theme for Sex and The City as his ring tone. It is the gay-est thing on Earth!

Hah.

Anyway, I am tired. Very tired, in fact. My head is kind of spinning and my eyes are hurting from the screen glare. I need to lie down. Somewhere.

Maybe I’ll go to the gym and relax.

I cant believe I said that…

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