Thus far

So I have been on leave this whole week and what have I done? Nothing really.

I have fallen into this slumber where i sleep at 4am and wake up at 4pm. It amazes me how fast I switch timezones. But it feels awful really, like so unproductive. Although I do not think being at work fuelling a coporataion's growth is productive, it does give me a false sense of self-worth.

I'm growing fat too, think i put on another kg or so. Usually when I don't eat the whole day, my stomach becomes sucked in, now there's actually blubber. Whatever, I will swim it away when the new year starts.

I stayed over at Alboy's twice this week, mainly watching dvds and vcds while he sleeps. I can't sleep before 4, so I just amuse myself by rummaging through his collection of cds and watching them on his 42" tv while he lies like dead weight beside me. Best part - he sleeps so soundly he has no idea I finished watching 3 movies. Sideways was uber boring.

I have this huge urge to go MoS. More to see the place and say I been there than to cheong. Contrary to popular believe, I was never a cheongester. I have no idea why people think I drink and party a lot. I don't, in fact, I almost never.

Tomorrow I am finally going to town.

Reflection

What happened this yr
1) I went to Taipei, Manila, Hanoi, SFO , Austin. Not bad really, I believed this is the most travelled yr ever in my life. To new places somemore. Would have squeezed in more if Alboy was free-er.

2) I had to deal with training and re-training my colleagues after they left after a short stint. However, at the end of the year, I think I landed up with the best team I had since I led it.

3) I lost motivation at work but found it back at the end of the year. I will proceed on to a new role next year. I also found out how nice some of my colleagues can be. Oh, I also found out who the backstabbers and bitches in the company are.

4) I had my first facial and massage and sauna and BW and threading session this year. It was great. I have since fallen into a bottomless pit.

5) I joined the gym and swam almost everyday since April.

6) I cut my hair the most number of times this yr. I decided it was a waste of money and I havn't cut it for 4 months and counting since. I think I bought the most number of shoes this yr too. Havn't bought a pair in like 4 months since.

7) I found out how dear my parents, esp my Dad, are to me. I need to work on expressing my feelings through actions more.

8) I belived I got the angriest with Alboy this yr. Prob over the stupid wedding. But all in all, I belived I had the greatest yr with him as well. Words cannot really express it all but I think he is one of the best things that every happened to me.

Things I want to do in 2006

1) I want to excel at my new position. I have to. Its a brand new position and I am scared shitless but I really want to prove to everyone I can do it.

2) I have to be more absolute and procrasinate less. I have decided to pen a to-do-list.

3) To visit new cities. Toying with the idea of bringing my mum to korea, but that may conflict with my new job scope. See how. I want to go somewhere with Alboy too.

4) Meet up with my friends more.

5) Save at least 10K. 15K would be nice although I think it will be pushing it.

6) Sleep less, wake up earlier.

7) Make my parents less pissed with me less often. This is going to be a tall order though.

There we go again.

You know how i blog things then forget what I blogged about.

I was rereading my previous post today and I wrote:
I guessed an external harddisk and computer will make me happy at this pt in time, but this is not what I want as a bday gift

Guess what Alboy got me for a bday gift? Ya, Bingo.
He is the worst present giver ever. Failed thrice.

Zones

I spoke to my boss recently and he says I fall into zones.

Zones where I am very happy and everything is pink and rosy for me and zones when I am depressed and everything stinks.

I never known myself to be like this. I asked Alboy and he says I switch between these zones often within the week. But I dont trust Alboy and I do not think my boss meant this on a weekly basis. I still have no idea. Do I fall into such zones?

Then, I reread my blog posts, I was so happy my last post but I cried or was the verge of crying for two days after that. Turns out that my boss offered me a position to stay with the company, and I am going mad just thinking what to do. I still do not know what to do. I get swayed right left very fast.

I know the decision is ultimately mine to make and consequences mine to bear, but I guess I just need that reasurrance from people that matter to me that I am making the 'right' choice, to encourage and be by me. I feel like I am being too troublesome but I can't help it.

The decision making just gets so much harder when you grow up. I guess thats what life is all about. I am glad that I be going on leave soon enough. Then, I do not have to go to work too much.

My birthday's coming, perhaps its time to switch to the so-called happy zone.
I wonder if people know exactly what they want on their bday. I don't. I never did somehow.

I guessed an external harddisk and computer will make me happy at this pt in time, but this is not what I want as a bday gift. Its just something that will make me happy because it pains me to spend so much money on it now. I am on a 'save money' campaign now. Save for what, I also dun know. Such are the ironies of life.

I thought abt it long and hard. What would be great bday presents?
- jewellery. Nice ones, I have to admit that I am somewhat taken by their beauty recently. I like staring at them. But I do not go out to buy them, or want anyone to buy for me, because they are so expensive and I think the money can be better spent

- bags. Nices ones, for all ocassions. Only girls will understand this. I never thought I be like this because most of my bags are ugly or I usually hold everything in my hands. Nice bags do not have to be expensive, I saw a few nice ones at some push-carts recently but I was never one to buy on impulse, so I left them on the pushcarts.

- facial and spas packages. To pamper thyself would be nice.

- Great company, great friends, great parties. What more can I ask for?

Aiooya Ee, Aiooah Oh , Aiooah Ah Ah Ah

I been quite happy recently!

I went through a period of difficult decision making and now that I made my decision, things should and look up from here.

I am so glad because it is approaching my bday. Much as I dissed the fanfare about birthdays, I feel happy when my birthday is coming.

Partly because Xmas is nearing too, and that joy is in the air, everyone seems to be in a happier mood looking forward to hols and clearing leave. Plus its good that there are so many sales, it makes you feel like you can shop, although most of the time things are still too expensive or out of what I am willing to pay.

Then, I just cracked my DVD player. I am so proud of myself. I found the crack in Portuguese, got it translated. The translation didn't really make sense because the sentence structured was all screwed up. It was like "With device off, it presses the OPEN in the remote control to open the tray". I was like..how to open tray when device off. But apparently, you can open tray with device off.

Now I can watch Sister hood of the travelling pants tonight! and oh, Amazing race season finale is on tonight too!

So happy!

I also recently discovered the joy of going into the sauna. The place where I swim daily has a sauna, I have never used it in all the 8 mths I been swimming there mainly because the sauna is in the toilet and to on it, you have to get the key from the counter. The counter of course is positioned at the door and I really do not fancy walking dripping wet across the whole gym to ask for the key in my swimsuit. Thus, I never bothered with the sauna, plus the only memory I have of going into a sauna was when I was very very very young and it was not pleasant.

About 2 weeks ago, a colleague joined the gym and she is so into sauna. I went in with her once because she in her nice and dry gym clothes had no problem walking across the gym asking for the key, unlike the fish out of water me. It was really nice. I loved the way perspiration formed and it really felt very very good. I feel very peaceful and surreal after that. I went in myself a few times after that. Most of the time I sneaked in after someone else used it, so the room would still be heated. It wasn't as hot sometimes if I go in long after the previous person. Sometimes, my colleagues switches it on it for me and it is piping hot. Really really nice.

I need to go read about the proper sauna procedure. I cannot figure whether to bath before or after, dry my hair or not. Now what i do is, I bath after my swim, bath as in shop and shampoo. Wrap myself in a towel, blow my hair dry, then go into the sauna. Come out and rinse off the perspiration. I need to do some goggling about this. Goggle knows all.

Oh ya, my mum bought Ba Gua. You know how much I love eating it. Not as much as I used to a few years ago, but I still do. I used to have them all year round.

What would really make me senseless happy now is a nice peach. I been having peach cravings for ages. But according to my mum, the peachy season is out now. She used to buy those really really nice peaches, like those Sun Wu Kong will eat. I love those peaches.

Peach peach peach..i want peach.

Go away - "Joey does not share Food "

Never Never Never ask me to lend you my books!

I hate lending people my books because none of you knows how to take care of them. They either come back with the spine bent or with dog ears, that is if you ever plan on returning them.

BTW which idiot has my Prisoner of Azkaban? I am pretty sure I bought the book but it never got back to me.

I really hate people asking me to lend them my books. Why are you all so Cheapo!! Buy your own books. How much can you save? A simple paper back is less than $20, more popular books are $50 max. If you are that cheap, go to the library or find someone who is willing to lend u. Or, download it off the internet to read. I know people who have read the whole HP series on the net. At least they do not go around badgering people to loan them books.

I always smile and say next time, or wait till my siblings finish reading to avoid lending out my books. My siblings do not read, it is my ruse to not lend you books. My closer friends will know that I refuse them outright telling them to go buy their own books instead. I believed I scared of Samuel when I did that to him.

To make you envious/jealous, I have a fantastic library of books! That is because I spend a lot of money on it. I do not buy much stuff, but I splurge on books.
I have
- ALL the Enid Blyton books, yes I mean ALL. Those were from my younger days.
- EVERYTHING Roald Dahl has written. Again from my younger days
- COMPLETE series of HP except Azkaban, US Covers somemore.
- COMPLETE series of Hitchhiker Guide
- COMPLETE series of Artermis Fowl
- COMPLETE series of Naria
- COMPLETE series of Lemony Snickers
- COMPLETE series of Dan Brown
- COMPLETE series of Jack Welch
- COMPLETE series of LOTR, including the Bilbo Baggins one.
- COMPLETE set of Stephen Hawking
- ALMOST all of Jostein Gardner
These books are not exactly the best of my collection but they have been widely commercialised that you do not need a bookworm to recognise these titles

I list these books because everyone seems to want to borrow one of these. My own siblings included. They are damn lucky cos my parents will refuse me to disallow them to touch my books. I have more. Mitch Albom, Candace Bushnell, the very commercialise books etc.

You name it I probably have it. Or am going to buy it once I get to the next book fair.

So damn irritated. So remember, NEVER NEVER ask me to loan you my books and SPREAD THE WORD ARD.

BBQ

I had a great bbq last night and I was in bed by 1am. Such is the growing needs of a young adult. I seem to need so much sleep these days.

The bbq was fun except that I had a few misgivings abt certain things.

Ms L tried to shove me $20 bucks before she left. It was like duh, really unnecessary because we go back a long way and besides you cannot really price friendship. Anyhow, $20 was too much, you didn't even drink a single drop of the beer.

What pissed me off was that some of my friends were really cheapo. Those that read this blog, or those that I know read this - I am not referring to you. You guys are close enough for me to not matter about such things. I also do not refer to those I told they do not have to bring anything.
I shall not elaborate. It is hard to verbalised such things without coming off sounding like a loser miser.

Alboy says it this way, he feels that good food makes a difference to a bbq and he is more than willing to share good food along with his culinary skills. He however too agreed some of the people present were cheapo.

Anyway, Alboy thinks that he is super eligible now and keeps using the fact against me. He bbq-ed all the food.. the last time i bbqed with him, there was hunky roy to take over the bbq. Roy surprisingly BBQed very well too. Everything was nicely done. It was the best bbq then, super good food, all nicely cooked.

The week thus far

Gosh, yet another silly morning when I forget to bring my phone to work.

No one calls me much anyway, however, I am waiting for calls that turn out important and could change the way my life turns out. Anyway my phone is on very low batt. I thought I remembered putting it into my nice orangey velet case and into my bag before I left the house.

I do not have much to blog about these days. Really. Life has so far been so stagnant you can mass breed dengue mossys in it.

I had a good week thus far, I hope it goes on smoothly.

Lets see,

Monday whizzed pass me. I couldn't even remember what I did ,where I went. Oh ya, I remembered now.

The weather was so cool on Monday, it was this nice breezy cool air. Ms L had told me that the temperature was a nice 24-28 degrees and I refused to believe. I mean when is our weather ever this temp? Also, weather reports are as reliable as those tiny plastic forks they give you when you order meat.

I went to swim and it was wonderful. The water was chily. It was nice really. I did ten glorious laps of freestyle and I savoured every moment of it. The plunging of your arm back into the cool water and the feeling of the cold water on your back against your warm body. It was really great. I never thought I will enjoy swimming in cold weather that much.

I watched Harry Potter on TV then, Daniel was so much cuter, now he is just 'Euro trash'. Also, it is amazing or rather disgusting how Rupert morphed into this ugly thing. Am going to watch Chicken Little tonight. *thanks to the people up north*

Tuesday. I met my primary sch mates. I never fail to have fun with them. E was as usual noisy, it amazes me sometimes how she vehemently insists on something when we all know otherwise, or how she always manages to explain things in circles. If she were a stranger, I would have condemn her. But I guess over 15 yrs of friendship has left me deeply biased.

Wednesday went pass me. I spent the first half of the day slightly nervous but felt tremedously better after lunch. I swam another 10 glorious laps in chilly waters again. Its really quite nice.

Today, the sun is finally out. I kinda miss the cool weather already.

Love hate

I hate people who stand on the first step of the double decker bus(esp when the bus is not packed) , thus forcing me to be stuck in the spiral area. It makes it extremely difficult to balance.

I hate having no hot breakfast and having to eat wholemeal bread and cheese. Although, I seemed to have an acquired taste of wholemeal bread and cheese.

I hate feeling like I have not enough sleep and yet have to keep awake.

I hate smoke smell. And this follows, it is alright to say I hate smoke smell, but if you say I hate the smell of Race X, you will be deemed racist. I do not understand. They smell that way because of the spices they use. So, it is ok to say, I hate the smell of spice A but not ok to say I hate the smell of Race X, when the smell of Race X is esentially the smell of Spice A. Again, I am reminded of 1984 George Orwell.

I hate having to work cause I have to.

I hate wearing jeans/long pants when its freaking hot. That makes it most of the time.

I hate being all wet from pespiration and feeling all sticky because I have to walk to the busstop within an hour of my bath.

I hate having to pretend to eat food I do not like and say I am full becuase I do not want to eat when in fact I am starving.

I hate it when I have no tissue when I have a leaky nose.

I love to swim

I love snuggling up in bed when I feel extremely fatiq

I love sleepin on my right. However, I prefer sleeping to the left of my bed partner.

I love Berries Flo.

I love being on leave.

*crys*

I am so depressed. Sigh. So sad. Heart Heavy

Another Complaint

I woke up at freaking 7.30am this morning, to attend a church wedding ceremony. Fuck.
I have never met the couple, and the stupid church is at East Coast. Thats a bloody 2 hr journey on p.transport for me. I was out at 8am to make it for the 10am session. Kok.

Then, while I endured 2 hours of preaching which I felt was useless. Sorry christian dudes out there. The faith n me do not click. Not at all. I rather be in a temple with smoke from the incense blowing into my face anytime. I feel more at home there. I guess its the upbringing. I stoned largely throughout the singing and everything.

Alboy's mum threw a side glance at me, as if to check on me. I saw it from the corner of my eye but I ignore and continued to stare into space. Heeeelllloooo, its like me throwing the lyrics of my school song in your face and expecting you to sing????????

I whispered into Alboy's ear after all the haliluya thingy that I never ever want to get married in a church. I rather not marry.
Sigh, all these wedding events that I go to, they never fail to make me more anti-marriage.

Then, as usual, there was the lousy food reception. I ate like 2 pieces of papaya. Thank goodness I had the brains to stop over at bedok market before hand to eat a pipping hot bowl of prawn noodles.

I left after hanging ard, it was torturous. The cab far home costs me $15. Kok. I was too lazy to wait for the bus, and besides with so many eyes on me, i rather just scoot out of the way as quickly as I can.

Anyway, I think the bridal couple are cmi. It all started way long ago. Which idiots hold wedding on a Malay festival. Must be the cheaper hotel rates. Then, they make Alboy the driver and you know what - at the end of the trip, they gave him a $20 Angbao only. Hellllo, it wasn't even enough to cover his cab fare to get the car. We havn't included the petrol cost. They even had the cheek to tell him to pass them his taxi receipts so they can reimburse him. Duh. Wouldn't a big enough Ang Bao cover it all?

And, the day has not ended. Wedding dinner to go later.....sigh.

Of strange dreams and snogging

So, plenty of things happened and I not know how to prioritize the blogging.

Saturday started off perfectly. Nice massage, I actually enjoyed the massage minus the oily aftereffect. I had requested to wash off all the oil after the massage but I still felt ready to be bbq the whole day. I later found out that you are not supposed to wash off the oil cos wind will seep in and you will get rheumatism. I think i am doomed. Already, my knee aches when its going to rain.

I had some disagreement with Alboy and for some reason, I feel he is acting like a girl. Sigh. Nm.

I think the highlight of this entry will be my dream. I want to blog it out before I forget.

It was really strange.

Alboy had volunteered to accompany me to my phonetics class. It was more in a desperate move for him, like he thinks that I might be falling for some guy in the class and wanted to accompany me to keep an eye on me.

So he went along. The teacher was a newbie, a Filipino. I can't remember how she looks like.
The lesson went on as usual and it was break time. I was getting irritated and hungry. So I told Alboy that I will go down to the canteen. He went to the toilet.

When I was at the canteen, I met my long time crush. I bought a plate of bee hoon. He walked towards me and gave me a very warm smile. Then as I sat down, he proceeded to sit beside me. He sat so close to me, our bodies were touching. I could feel his warm breath. He obviously wanted to snuggle with me. I wanted to snuggle with him too (in real life as well), but i was afraid Alboy might appear and catch us. Also, I was worried because I had exceeded the 10mins break time and I so wanted to get back to class.

So, I tried my best to keep my distance, but failed miserably. In the end, we got closer n closer to each other and our bodies merged into one blob. Then, it was really chessy, like in Lady and Tramp, we were sharing the bee hoon and somehow landed up kissing. It was a long passionate kiss. Tongue and all, and yes really wet. It felt damn good.

After that, I tore away from him and went back to class.There was no one left. Everyone had left, including Alboy.
I saw my report book on the table. I was so upset because, Alboy left without informing me, and without helping to collect my report book. I was really upset. Then, I wondered if he saw what went on in the canteen.
Then I felt it was the end of the world.

I never found out of Alboy saw us, cos my hp rang at that point in time.

It was Alboy sending me an sms, telling me he just woke up. It was freaky. I was half expecting him to confront me.

So, I called him and told him my dream. In the exact sequence here, except that I conveniently left out the long time crush and snogging part.
Anyway, it just feels strange. Damn strange. Sigh.

Even stranger is, now I feel like I desparetely need to kiss someone to relive that passionate kiss in the dream. And it does not have to be Alboy. Preferbably, long time crush.

Are u chio?

Am slightly disgusted at the way a conversation went with a friend yesterday.

I had barely kept in contact with her since we graduated, we were never really close friends although we sat together, hung out together for most our official lessons time. We were friends of convenience. I remembered how we would seem like good friends during lectures and dash off our separate ways after lessons.

She belonged to the cheong type, Mambo every Wednesday, partied, guys , booze. I was somewhat milder, more boring.

Thus, it was no suprise we went our separate ways after graduation. There was the occasional very enthusiastic 'Hiii, hows you babe' on msn but nothing more. She msn me yesterday at work, asking if I had anything on Friday. It smelt fishy but I continued. She later asked me to go to a Halloween party on Friday. Of course I replied that I already had prior plans with my friends(which I don't), and that if if time permits, we might pop by. Politically correct answer eh.

Then she went ok, Are your friends chio? Its like Duh. Then she revealed that the organiser were lacking girls, chio girls in fact. It was disgusting. I know she likes name dropping and hanging around with beautiful people. But still, its almost like discrimination against normal looking people. There should be a sedition act for such things. I

guess it was a good thing that I hung ard with other friends, like my astro friends. They are so much nicer people. Read the same books, enjoy the same things mostly and talk a lot of kok.

OTT

Ok, the plan was to finish clearing my email before blogging, but the server had to be down.

Thats 5 whole days of not switching the computer on. Sleep has crept up on my pirority list these days

I had wanted to blog about my Saturday before the memories slowly fade away. If I could, I want one of those bowls that Gandalf has so that I can relive them.
I attended a bridal event on Saturday. Shocked eh, even I am. Esp given the current state of things where weddings totally pissed me off. I am still slightly pissed at it but nm.

My colleague had this extra ticket for a 'Fairytale Wedding;. Fairytale wedding - duh. I am not sure, Some girls dream of themselves as princesses on their wedding days, all dolled up beautifully and everything and die to get married. I don't. In fact, I have never thought of such a thing all my life, then and now. I was cynical at the invite itself 'Fairytale wedding'.

I was her plus one for that event. It was meant for marrying couples to go but we went together anyway. There was a 5 course lunch. It sucked pretty much anyway.

When I was there, they set up little rooms where they show you wedding stuff, from wedding cards (which pretty much all look the same to me), wedding gifts -which in my opinion chocolate is the best, why bother about bells or shot glasses or keychains. But I had to admit, some of the keychains were pretty cute, but then, if I had my choice, I will just choose the cheapest, afterall, half the people at your wedding do not know you and will not be bothered with what the table gift is. Choose chocolate, has endophins(spelling?), makes you happy, makes everyone happy.

Then, they had different menus for dinner course and colour schemes. It was so confusing. I flipped through it and left it back at the table. Duh, too much information on a Saturday. Its crazy. I could see so many couples poring over it all. Its crazy, I repeat. Again, if I had my choice, I will just pick the one that is cheap but does not look cheap. Who cares if you take pains to choose the nice nice fish or nice nice seafood, its all going to suck. With the exception of Tracy's wedding, how many of you actually tasted good food at a wedding???

We were then led into the ballroom where there was a fashion show, at least I attempted to look at the details on the gown. After the 5th gown, the 40 other gowns following it all looked the same to me.

I left the whole event, even more anti-wedding then before. I mean, its ok to get married, but to put so much emphasis on it, it misses the point for me.
Maybe I my mindset will change as I grow older, but thats it for now.

The saving grace was that my colleague was excellent company. It beats sleeping on a Saturday afternoon. I, however, did deliberately leave all the brochures that I collected with Alboy. It was more to see his reaction than anything. Haha.

Some people are born bitches

I re-read my last blog and cannot believe how happy i was there. It felt like so long ago, that happiness feeling.

*pause* am trying out the OTO Trimax that my mum bought while typing this. So I'm vibrating and itching. Its supposed to increase blood circulation so it itches. I'm supposes to last ten minutes with it, but its only 1 min now and I can barely feel my stomach already. Its so itchy. The last time I did some vibrating machine, I itched like crazy and turned all red, like freshly bloomed flowers in a spring meadow.

3 mins elapsed. Cannot take it anymore...So itchy..yikes

K, now that I ripped that thing off me I can think better and blog better.

After that spate of happiness, I got really really pissed, so bloody pissed I do not want to retype it all here. I think I narrated the whole story to so many people on msn that i am really really tired of repeating myself. In short, some people are born bitches and I hope with all my heart that the bitch gets her period on that day and stain her dress a horrific red for the whole world to see. That should suffice and appease me.

Alternatively, let it rain cats and dogs the whole day. Cats and Dogs as in big thunderstorm, to make things as difficult as possible on that day.
When I get mad, I rant. I think of loads of nasty things that I wish will happen to you. Believe me, I have quite an imagination and I usually don't care much.

I wish things will get more exciting.

I had wanted to go HK during the upcoming p.hols, but Alboy is so non-committal abt it that I decide i will forget about it. I will not let myself get so uptight over it. If I really do want to go, I will just plan and go myself. He had verbally agreed to go to HK with me. I did all the research - not much actually, but I found the flights and hotel contacts. I have enough miles to redeem a flight so all he has to do is to go book his flight or at least give me the go-ahead to book on his behalf. I have told him that, so the ball is in his court and I will not do anything. And the ball has been in his court since then, surprise.

Anyway, anyone up for beach volley in Sentosa anytime soon?
Or dinner in sentosa, beach front dinning, its quite cool. Quiet and breezy. (We can all hide in Guybrush's Kangoo and cheat on admission) Just a thought, like human smuggling.

K. May the bitch get her period on that day and make a bloody red mess for the entire world.

Happiness!

Its been some time.

Many things have happened. Now you can be jailed for your blog's contents. I still do not quite understand the whole thing. Those guys certainly deserve a hard knock on their heads for being so silly as to write such thing, or reveal their identities. But then again, those were the good old days when we thought the internet was a free space for everyone. Apparently, it seems not so.

I wonder what Sg youths will be like ten years later with no outlet to express themselves. First you complain we do not express ourselves, do not voice our opinions, when we do, we have to make sure they are politically correct first. Duh.

I do not know what those two guys wrote exactly.

If they attacked the religion itself, then it is so wrong, for obvious reasons. You cannot attack something age old which millions cling to as their faith just because you do not believe in it. This is why I walk away and try hard to keep my mouth shut when over-zealous Christians come evangelizing. They can get quite irritating sometimes, which in itself is so ironic. You keep me away by trying to spread the faith to me.

However, if they attacked the characteristic of the people of that race, then ... I have to say 'no comments'. Dun play play, wait kena jailed so 'no comments' it is.

Sigh. I still do not see how a jail term will help. Send them to community service, make them mingle with people of the faith to understand more and clear misunderstandings. That may be better. Now, I'm sure the halo effect of the whole saga is that everyone feels stifled. They will just talk about it among like-minded friends but not blog. How is the government able to police our thoughts? The whole thing reminds me of 1984 by George Orwell. Big brother is out there. Beware.

Enough of these.

I been quite happy these days. I took a day off on friday and had a great time.

I went shopping with my mum. I bet you didn't expect that, because any conversation between my mum and I usually sounds like a fighting match. However, I have to admit that as I grow older, I really learn to appreciate my parents more. Really, it frightens me what I'll be without them.

I bought a multicolored Papilllio. Or rather, my mum bought me a multi-coloured Papillio. Its my second pair of Birkenstock. My first pair was a orange, conservative design. Now, I have the multi colored ones. I was pondering for the longest time if they will match my denim skirt today but I decided against it and wore green heels instead. Can't wait to wear them.

I did my nails too. Its fantastic. The best I did so far. The girl really scrubbed all my calluses away. My sole is so soft and pinkish now, and mind you I had a lot a lot a lot of dead skin to start with. Go look for Melodyn at Espirit Wisma Level 3.

I bought a dress too!. I bought a nike top too!
Its amazing what one day off work can do to you.

I'm a happy girl today

because,

I got my hair cut!


I always thought of my hair as black, but somehow this photo makes it look brown. I had never dyed my hair. When I was younger, people would say , hey nice colour. Now, even the stupid hair dresser thinks its a badly dyed job.

To eliminate photogragh tricks, I took a pic of Alboy's hair and it turned out black all right.

Then, I saw a rainbow.


It was a really really really big rainbow. At the Macpherson Junction. Its been so long since I last since a rainbow and so big too. I only caught part of it in this photo since the car was moving.

Then, I finally used my metro vochurs and bought a bag!



i bought this but in orange. I was a little peeved after I did a google on it. They splashed the word italy all over but its actually a china owned copmany with a really crappy website. But thankfully, the bag's not too bad. But to pay for it without vochurs is too overpriced.

Then, I spent my $10 Marks and Spencer vochurs!
I bought mushroom soup, onion soup and minestrone soup. Yum Yum, I just hope they are not too salty as most canned food are.

So happy today.

Work

Today I will blog directly in Blogger instead of in some software where I can do spell check. So, there would be loads of spelling errors here. My spelling is atricious and I have been overly reliant on spell check and terrible handwriting all these years.

Its been slightly crazy at work these days. I am not overwhelmed by the sheer volume. I never do and I will never allow myself to be. I believe I work fast, unlike my xxx colleagues who are so darn inefficient. Have to use xxx, else will come under Sedition Act. One of my colleague left and she left me wiping her ass. I had already expected it. Thankfully she was also very inefficient so after frantically sorting out her sorry mess for a day, everything was more or less in order.

I am in charge of clearing her emails now. She gets only one or two work related emails a day. The rest are advertisments for spas, shopping, discounts, promotions, birthday reminders, all of which she signed up to, not spam.

I wonder what she does in her normal workdays. Chao Keng.

I am also glad that we have hit quota with two more weeks left to go. This means that I also can chao keng for 2 weeks before the cycle starts again. Thats me, coporate rat. Sometimes chao keng does you good.

I'm also glad its Friday tomorrow. Although the week seems to have whizzed by, Friday 5pm is still a lovely feeling.

There was a time..

I realised my writing these days has became too business-like. Its straight to the point. Hardly any adjectives.

I used to write more frivolously just a few years ago. Then, I could take the time to describe the surroundings, the feelings in whatever I wrote. I made references to other objects more.

Now, I write " I was on the bus when I saw this young couple"
A few years ago, I would have written "It was a sweltering day and I was squashed on the bus. A body wet from perspiration brushed against me, I turned around and saw this young couple"

Something like that.

I think I lost it.

Was reading an essay by a Secondary school kid and it jolted me.
I guess life hardened us.

Grrrrr

KNNCBB!

I think my DVD player is spoilt. I only watched a few shows on it.
- Aviator. Totally dumb show. Leo Dicarprio totally pisses me off. I cannot imagine I actually like Titanic then
- Spanglish. Soso, very average
- Disc 1 of Hotel Rwanda. Before it went caput on me, it went loading loading loading before it displayed 'bad', as if to mock me.

Its only a week and a half, its terrible.

Hotel Rwanda is probably the best show so far. The accent reminds me of one of my University Prof.

If you do not know what the show is about, let me summarise it for you,
In short, its a show about ethic cleansing and a man's effort to maintain humanity.

Long ago, the Belgians ruled Rwanda. They divided the people into the Hutu and Tutsis. The Hutu and the Tutsis were divided based on ridiculous criteria like width of nose and other physical features. The Tutsis were in power. However, when the Belgians left, they left power to the Hutu instead. All hell broke lose. The long oppressed Hutu wanted revenge on the Tutsis and went on to do a ethic cleansing. The UN and other international peace forces pulled out from Rwanda, leaving it to fend for itself.

The lead character, Paul, is a hotel manager. He is Hutu but his wife and his neighbours are Tutsis. During this period of mess, he turned Hotel Rwanda into a refugee place, keeping the Tutsis safe. Then....Disc 2. DVD player spoil.

So anti-climax.

Its all about shit

If you don't already know, I have a fascination with shit.

I just went to shit, and it was all soft and moist so I'm inspired to blog.

My secret fantasy is to take a picture of splattered shit and show it around.

I love the shit that splatters all over the toilet bowl, the kind that comes out quick and fast when you have diahorrea. (I hate this word, can't spell it, no spell check here)

My best shit so far was in a restaurant in Manila, too bad I didn't have my camera then. My stomach was in shambles as I rushed to the toilet. It was those single unisex cubicle. The ladies was in use. I stood outside for 5s, before dashing into the male one. It was one cubicle, would not have made a difference.

Man, I shat so badly in there. The shit all over the place. It was so gross. For someone like me who likes to see my shit, I found it gross too. I shat so badly, I felt guilty about dirtying the toilet bowl, I actually used some tissue to try cover my mess. That was so bad, I went on to shit like 5 more times that night. In short, I shat all over Manila.

Then, I have my discussions with Emily on floating and sinking shit. I bet you do not realised that sometimes your shit floats and sometimes it sinks. Its fascinates me.

Some people have to shit every morning, I don't. I shit when I feel like it. In fact, I think I shit more at work than at home.

And there are times I refuse to shit in Mersing and empty my bowels immediately when I reach home, or at NUS when the bus drops us off.

Hahaha.

Yesterday, my colleague called someone who was jobless a loser.

This loser is another colleague's bf. He graduated in the same year as me and joined the rat race along with the rest of us.

He has found his job not to be motivating and very uninspiring. Therefore, the resignation.
I secretly envy him for being so brave and reckless. In these days, can you really afford to quit without securing another job?

His logic was that quitting will allow him to concentrate full time on his new job search.
I know I will never be able to toss my hair in the air and quit just like this.

If I had a choice, would I want to work? I sit on the fence on this.

I hate having to kickstart my body so early in the morning. I am so not a morning person, it doesn't matter if I slept 20 hours the night before, waking up before noon is still a feat to me. I hate being a coporate rat, I hate that whatever I do at work benefits a company whose chairman I do not see. I hate that only a tiny fraction of the money I earn for the company goes to my pay. I hate the routine.

I do enjoy getting my pay, the slight freedom it gives me. I do enjoy that I do not have to lie aimlessly on bed. I do enjoy the Friday 5pm moments.

Let see, it seems like my do enjoy list is way shorter. But hey,the grass is always greener on the other side.

But I conclude, money drives me. Do you dare say money does not drive you. Whatever crap you give abt money being a factor and what not is crap. Think about it, it all comes back to one root.

I think if I had a million dollars parked somewhere, work will be more fun.
***
Back to more friulous issues, I been staring at my nails and been wondering if I want to get a pedicure.

Pedicures in my opinion are a total waste of money. However, I enjoy them tremousdouly. You have pretty toes after that.

Who in the world looks at toes? Only girls.
***
I hate reading the newspapers when they write about how ITE graduates become very sucessful, and how more and more poly students go to university.

I think its crap. Hellllo, we all know that Its The End no matter how nicely you spruce up your campus and how poly students cannot make it, even those that evenutally do go on to university. A handful of them are fine, but most of them just lack it up there.

Why can't the govt and newspapers tell the truth. So, after ten years after your ITE days, your mean salary will be 2400. I remembered reading somewhere that the national average salary is 2400. So, they take ten years to be average, and you consider it good? You were the ones who whipped us so hard in our school days, telling us we had to get the best education, you made us work so hard and now you say poly and ITE is good? Hellloo.. wake up your idea.

What I do love is when the govt condemn the malays by publishing those embrassing stats. Finally. Helllo....still dun want to wake up your idea?

10 things

10 things that make me happy, or at least give me moments of happiness

1. Swimming. It always makes me feel better.
2. A good chocolate icecream especially when I am craving for it.
3. Good grooming services, if only they didn't have to add up to be so costly.
4. Meeting up with friends who make me laugh. Its becoming increasingly harder to arrange for all to meet up.
5. Nice things.
6. Alboy
7. Watching the stars rise and shine
8. Friday at 5pm. Its a wonderful feeling when you know the weekend is finally here.
9. Not having to stick to a schedule.
10. A good book

Ten things that makes me depressed

1. Having no direction.
2. Looking at my happy list above and realising that argk. I know not how to word it.
3. Finishing reading a good book, I always feel aimless after that.
4. Picking up the phone to call someone, but putting it down again because I do not know know who to call.
5. Having to eat white porridge when you are sick.
6. Wondering why the weekday past so slow/weekend so fast
7. No appetite
8. Falling sick
9. Being depressed. Its a bloody vicious cycle
10. Sunset.

Its a strange thing really.

Today I struggled to get out of bed. I had to battle myself to go to work instead of take an mc. I was reminding myself of all the things I could have done if I didn't have to go to work. I yanked myself out of bed in the end. If I succumbed myself to staying in bed, that would be it for me.

So, I washed up and got it work.

Then, it rained the whole day, making it just the right weather to snuggle in bed.

Then, my throat started to get sore. I had to refill my 500ml Nalgene 7 times, walked to the toilet every 20 mins but yet my throat became more and more painful. I then started to feel slightest feverish too.

Looks like I would had a better time if I stayed in bed.

Damn it, am taking MC tomorrow.

Am having a headache now.

Am having a headache now.

Its the kind of headache where you feel starved of oxygen, you head throbs away and you have to press your head in a certain direction against the pillow when you sleep.

I had a dream/nightmare over the previous issue. My heavy heart tells me that my chances are gone, but yet I can't help holding on to this tiny tiny piece of hope. Afterall, it will only be one week tomorrow. Pls.

I believe this is all an attest to what goes around comes ago. I had the chance to drill/tekan/embarrass so many people. I treated them lightly, and found them pesky. Then, I already knew one day the tables will turn and I will be in their position. I guess what I did, regardless of job function, took away a lot of my karma points.

To happier stuff, I have a new Toshiba DVD player. I got it free. Alboy bought a humongous TV and he was bargaining hard with the salesguy. The price was slashed but it wasn't as attractive as Alboy wanted. Neither wanted to bulge, so I whisper to Alboy to ask him to throw in a DVD player instead. So they did, after some haggering, and now I have the DVD player. Fantastic. Except that it is playing on my 14 inch mono input TV which was won in a lucky draw years ago. I believed I was like in lower secondary then. So, you know how when you play vcd/dvd, they always make a landscape out of the image with those two slabs of black above and below, this makes the actual image on my tv even smaller. Its like only 10cm tall.

Anyway watching TV does not interest me, I hooked it up to make sure it was working, slotted a dvd in, then switched it off and went to read a book instead. I surprise even myself sometimes.

Need to sleep and clear my mind. And rid the heavy heart too.
Nights

Pls, phone ring, pls

I have been on tenterhooks for the past two days. I imagine that my handphone is ringing. I keep looking at it to make sure I do not miss any calls. I leave my desk at work only to scurry back to be by my phone. I revert my handphone back to ringing mode when I go out for lunch. I check my phone immediately after my swim.

I think I did alright. The first session was confusing. It felt really weird after that. The second session lasted only ten minutes. I struggled a little with the accent. Could it be that he was put off by the initial confusion. I hope not. I am going slightly demented.

Pls, phone ring, pls.

Free Advertising? Pui!

Fuckanathan

Since when did my blog become and advertising tool, come check out my wedding photos..duh.
Anyhow, its Sg here, who takes wedding photos in UK.
I thought it was porn at first but I clicked on it nevertheless. So, I saw some wedding pics on the first page but did not explore further. Kok.

I did a goggle, and anon was previously Jaybee, and he has an empty blog 'noluck53'. Tough luck.
He goes around leaving the same msg on blogs, even on blogs that are not English. Kokanathan.
I am going to leave it there till Friday so that you know where my angst is coming from before I delete his comment. Free advertising? I'm pissed.

Its a small world

The world is increasingly getting smaller

All my friends are scattered across the globe.

They started scattering to the West when they won scholarships or were rich enough to pay for an overseas education. But, it was mainly the US, UK and they came back eventually. I lost touch with most of these people anyway. I was never too close to them.

Now, the friends I made in University have found jobs and are all over the world for work. Some for days, some for weeks,months and even years.

ZZ is in Japan teaching English. He is under the employment of the Japan Government. Ultimate coolness.
Vinny is in Taipei. About Vinny, I have tons to say later. *adjourned*
ZY is in Suzhou.
CY is in some obscure part of China.
Windz is in KL.
WG is in Norway/Finland. Ya, guess where he works.
and oh ya
GJ in some jungle out there.

We are all scattered over Asia Pacific. Which leads me to think the way business and organization grow these days.

*sings its a small world after all, its a small small world*

K, vinny.

He has been icqing me everynight in Taipei. He doesn't even talk to me this much when he is in Sg. Its like he updates/reports to me.
He is a 'woe betide me' guy.
Everynight, he has something to complain. First, he couldn't open his luggage lock and spoiled it, the next night he missed the company bus, the night after he lost NLB's copy of Lonely Planet, after that he thought he lost his hp and not to mention having to iron clothes.
Who irons clothes overseas??? Esp when the company is paying.

Attitude attitude. Some people always appear happy, I am sure they get bad hair days too. Some people like vinny think they are the most unfortunate beings around and everything is always going wrong for them.
I am a little sick of him complaining to me and I feel like scolding him over ICQ. But, I know its can get lonely in a big hotel room and so I am being nice. I been so nice so far. Maybe I will go slap him when he comes back.

What has a girl got to do these days?

I so know Cleo is not the magazine I should read when there was a technology section and one of the question was

" What's the difference between digital zoom and optical zoom?"

Kok. *slaps myself on forehead*

Doesn't the whole world already know this?

Don't ask me why I was reading Cleo in the first place. I actually bought the magazine. This is the second issue I bought. The first was out of sheer curiosity, this issue - I had sneaked it into Alboy's purchases when he was paying for petrol. I figured that since I wasn't paying for it, why not? Cheapo eh.

Anyway, I still cannot figure. They recommend clothes and accessories that are so so so expensive and yet explain the difference between digital and optical zoom. I mean, if those girls can afford the clothes and all, they would be of some intelligence at least. Most of us work darn hard for our money k.

On a separate note, I saw a pretty dress at woman's secret the other day.I would have bought it if not cos I think it was a little too expensive and mainly cos the material was so thin, you could see my multicolored underwear from beneath.

I have no idea why things these days are so expensive. Everything nice is like at least 60/70 bucks.

I still cannot decide if I have enough clothes or too little clothes. My take on it is that I do not have enough clothes. Most guys will think otherwise. But hey, I feel that I really don't. A girl has simply too many occasions to go to, to dress up for, and to look stunningly good. Be it casually stunning good, or formally dressed stunning good, wedding dinner stunningly good..u get the drift. Its just too hard. It gets tiring really.

ML came up with a wishlist for her bday, and I am inspired to do one too. Afterall, my bday is all but 4 months away. You can start to save up now.

In no particular preference.
- a external harddisk, the more G the better.
- a new digital camera, equivalent to my sony T1. I like the T1 but it simply doesn't work well without flash
- a facial package
- a manicure, pedicure package sounds good too
- nice bling blings
- an eyeliner (for some strange reason I myself cannot fathom why it is in this list)
- a new PC
- nice shoes (yes, I am still thinking about whether I really need that lovely pair of shoes from 9west)
- nice handbag for every occasion ( I hate handbags for the reason I don't own a nice one, and that its just too hard to find the right fit)
- a nice dress for the many weddings I have to attend
- many tubs of different flavored Ben and Jerry's (comfort food)
- a car would be nice too
- more clothes.
- shopping vouchers

hahahha, and loads more.

Its Mid week!

So, the president election is on Aug 27th eh. Like I care. Ka-pui. I hope there will be an election though.

...

Waiting for NDP long weekend.

Off I go.

So, no news of president elections, am I am off to Kota Tinggi. Crap.

I went to 4 different places today to buy insect repellent but I landed up with none. I wanted the yellow bottle but no where seemed to carry it, when i got desperate and was willing to buy any brand, I couldn't find anyone who sells insect repellent at midnight. What good is Cheers and 7-11 if they don't sell insect repellent?

I am now master at packing. I pack really fast and really little. In fact, packing is like so normal to me.

K, need to go try to shit. I hate shitting in Msia.

I had the scariest dream.

I dreamt that my boss found my blog. He did a search for the word 'resume' and my blog turned up because I typed the word resume so many times on it.

I was walking around in the office and I saw him looking at a screen with pink layout which looked very much like mine. I peered nearer and I freaked out. I remember telling him or rather begging him not to read it because its my personal space. Although I leave very scanty personal information here, if you know me, you obviously can tell whose blog you are reading.

I think I almost cried in my dreams. I mean, how can you let your boss read your blog or worse let him find out your enthusiasm at work is all but a front and that you are trying desperately to change jobs. My boss is a great man, I respect him a lot and I know he values me at work.

How do you actually put it across that you want more? He isn't Singaporean and does not behave like the typical Singaporean boss. He has given me lots of opportunities and he loves the company. Sometimes, I feel like I am betraying him but everyone else has been telling me that I should think for myself instead of staying for the sake of loyalty. Two years at a slightly above entry level position doesn't really consitute much loyalty and I agree.

Sigh. The first thing I did when I woke up was to want to delete this blog. The dream was so real. I had to take deep breaths to calm myself down.

I muttered, its only a dream, only a dream.

If I ever shut this down abruptly, you know why.

Long post.

If you are one of those that say I whine a lot, don't read on. You been warned.

I cannot even describe the emotion I am feeling now, its depression mixed with a kind of relief.
Let me explain,

Today, I attended a wedding. Both the church ceremony and the dinner. The church ceremony was alright except that being non-xian, it never fails to bore me. I have never liked the christian faith mainly because there are too many evangelists around. They keep dragging you to church and telling you that you will not go to heaven if you do not accept christ. What kind of religion condemns other religion? Religion is sensitive and I will not dwell on it. A few of my closer friends like GJ are xian and I treasure the friendship.

The church was St Mary something something, cannot remember. Its the one at Bt Batok, very posh very nice, once featured in the papers. It was designed by some well known architecture firm. The building was really very nice, very posh. I mean, I have never seen a church with bose speakers at every 2m intervals. The seats were made of nice solid wood. It was very nice.

The food at the reception was very good also. It was very very classy and very well done.

Dinner was at Grant Hyatt. The bride and groom took pains to decorate the place very nicely.

Let me elaborate a bit on the couple. The bride is a doctor. She scored a miserable 'D' for bio during 'A' Levels but went on to be a doctor. Why? She had money, so she enrolled in some medical school in London. That medical school merged with King's college and her degree scroll is from King's college. How lucky can one get? Money does wonder. If she didn't have the money, she would have studied something else and possibly be in a mundane job, like me.

The groom is some EDB scholar. I only met the bride once. I was the plus one. She is Dang's friend.

Her dad used to be some big shot at SIA, some director , I hear. Her family rings a bell when they call for the maid.

The whole wedding banquet was so high class. Everyone was in nice dresses and suits. Everyone, including the old uncles in their 50s, 60s. How many uncles that age have suits? Most would wear a shirt and tie. The old aunties were all absolutely bling bling.

The food was good. The best as yet. The fish was fresh. There was abalone, and other expensive dishes I don't remember. Best of all, there was no chessy walk in , the one that the waiters walk in to the Mission Impossible song in some chessy formation.

I was at a table which made me feel very depressed. I only know half the table. Alboy was with me. John was at my table too and he is my university kaki, he however spent the whole dinner flirting with 3 other girls. I met them a few times at other weddings, still it was difficult to small talk with them. I was never good at it anyway. The other half of the table were doctors.

Then it struck me. I was the lowest paid at the table. I felt really upset. I feel my pay is low but I do get paid decently . The doctors definitely earn more than me. John earns more than me. The 3 girls, one's a dentist who definitely earns more than me. One used to work at Tech and now is at some bank, she definitely earns more. I know what Tech pays so I am pretty sure she earns more than me. The other is a physiotherapist.

I turned around and told Alboy. I think he didn't know what to say to comfort me.

I surveyed the crowd. Everyone was in nice dresses and bling bling. I figured they were all well to do. I mean, they ran out of complimentary parking tickets to give out. I think the guests all drove their S class and Beemers.

I felt very depressed. I have been submitting resumes. It's a tiring and it is stressing me out. I do not get stressed easily. I do not even feel stressed during exams, this would be the first time I actually feel stressed, pressured. No one has called me for interviews and I am very discouraged. Don't worry, I will still preserve though.

That explains why I am depressed. The relief bit?
I am just really glad I have Alboy. He works too long hours and he often forgets what I say. Still, just holding his hand makes me feel better. Not much better cos it will not change the fix I am in, but its just better.

Sigh. My heart feels heavy.

Hungry

I have been hungry very often recently. I have been eating more as well. I think my metabolism rate increased tremendously.

I feel lighter although I am pretty sure I am eating way more.

I had a Unagi set at Hisatomo yesterday and less than 2 hours later on the way home, I was hungry again.

I wolfed down a bowl of noodles and duck when I got home. I didn't even feel bloated or anything after that.

This morning, barely 5 hours later, I woke up with a growling stomach. My breakfast was a bowl of lor mee. Yes, lor mee at 8am in the morning. Its the most fantastic way to start off your day. Beats the fishball and wanton noodles. Yes, while others eat 2 pathetic slice of bread for breakfast, I enjoy hawker food. Usually, its lor mee, fishball noodles, fish slice noodles sometimes I get rice. Its fantastic.

At noon, I was starving again. However, I was jioed to the gym, so I went to swim instead. Crazy. I had a full bowl of vegetarian noodles after that. At 3pm, I was hungry again. I only had biscuits to eat in the office because my pantry is so poorly stocked. 7pm, what's new now, hunger strikes.

Despite all the eating, my stomach is flat. When I mean flat, I mean flat flat. Most people can be stick thin but have bulges around their tummy area, but my tummy remains flat. Jealous eh. Dun give me flak for this k.

I feel like superwoman.

I now have the reputation of eating a lot in the office. My collegues who went to Philippines with me have been spreading stories that I eat a lot and non-stop. Crap. I only eat a lot in comparison with them. Heellooo, which guy only eats Yogurt for breakfast. That is so lame. I eat a full meal at breakfast, 2 rounds of the buffet fare. I think more at lunch and dinner at them too. In my defense, that is only because they eat so little. Both are guys who weight 70+kg.

I hate girls who eat very little and say they are full. No one can possibly be full from a mouthful of lettuce. Veggies sucks too. Eat meat! I am absolutely carnivorous. I eat only selected vegetables,i.e vegs with no leaves. I hate the raw veg taste.

K. Before you envy me, I do swim 5 times a week. I think its the swimming that is increasing my metabolism rate. I used to swim that often in the past but never felt this way before.

My only wish - that with all the food intake, I will grow taller.

Handsel, will you marry me?

Today, Guojun proposed to me. He sent me an sms ,"Handsel, will you marry me?"

Kok, he has been lamenting that I have not blogged for a very long time and that sms will give me something to blog about.
I have loads to tell, but I do not know where to start. I been to Taiwan and back. I guess all my closer friends on msn would have bits and pieces of the story. It was good, except that I felt extremely tired when I got back.

So, to Guojun, of course I will not marry you la. Duh. Marrying terrifies me, at least for now.

Now that there is no more desperate housewives, my mondays have become emptier. I planned to plough through recruits and send out resumes, but to my incest, I found out that my mum sold sat's recruit to the garang guni man. So upset. I been sending out resumes but no one seem to be calling me up for any interview. Am getting discouraged. Very, in fact.

Alboy took on a crazy working schedule. He now works from 830 am till 1030pm. The crunch time, he calls it. It is so crunching that he doesn't even pick up my call. He tells me that he hears the phone ring and know its me because I am assigned a different ring tone, but he leaves it ringing anyhow. I think he is crazy. Working 14 hours a day leaves him no time for anything else. By the time he leaves his workplace, it is 11pm, this leaves him no time to even take a proper bath at home before hitting the sacks.

On a happier note, I finished reading the whole of HP and the Half blood prince. It is her best installment so far. Its deeper and not like the previous Lord Voldermort appeared, got rid of him at the end of the book kind. In fact, Lord Voldermort does not even appear in the book. Tom Riddle does though. Ok, no more spoilers. But if you want to know more, I be more than glad to fill you in.

My days seem empty. My work is unfulfilling. I bore myself at night after work.

I want to go out and have fun at night but somehow I also like the serenity home provides. I also feel guilty if I go out too much cos this would mean that I see my dad less at home. My dad has been sleeping earlier these days. Although we do not talk much in each other presence, I try to make it a point to appear physically in front of him. I may still be constipated for words when I face him but I think I will try. Recent events have led me to realized that I really do love and miss my dad. Sure, I may not be the perfect daughter my dad wants me to be, I do not agree with him on several things. My dad has been on my mind more and more often these days. I do not really know what to do expect appear more often in front of him.

I want the week to go past fast. In fact I want the month to pass fast. 2 reasons. I would be getting my pay, I have about a thousand dollars in claim this month,before you salivate, I had to fork out every single cent of this one thousand dollars first. One major thing I do not like about my company, they always assume you have spare cash to fork out first. 2nd, it would mean I am close to the NDP long weekend. I just realized from a teacher friend that they get weds off too, and I was happy with my tues long weekend. Crap.

k, I will stop. Promise to blog more frequently.

*swirls ard and faints*

I shat like 10 times today. Someone please plug my asshole. On second thoughs, that sound suggestive.
I ate like so many charcoal pills but its not helping. I am getting so weak from all that purging.

Will watch desparate housewives and go to bed. *faints*

Grrrr....

Have to work tomorrow. Sure get depressed. Thankfully its only a 3 day work week for me.

Mr President, please hold your elections on 30th July.
Please please, so I do not need to go to Kota Tinggi for some spastic team building exercise with my colleagues. I want to sleep in.
Please someone run for presidency. I have never voted all my life. Please, I promise I vote whoever PAP wants me to vote.
I so do not want to go Kota Tinggi.

I'm back!!

So, I am back. I am feeling a little down because Alboy is sick. He is so sick, his temperature has been at 39 degrees the whole day. I had wanted to go out to have some fun in town. Ok, I am down not because Alboy is sick, I am down because this weekend is going to be wasted.

I had the strangest feeling when I woke up this morning. It was like, eh, I had not worked for a very long time. It wasn't a fantastic feeling, just strange.

Many times during the past week, I woke up not remembering where I was.
I jumped out of bed on my first morning in Manila, I forgot I was in Manila. I fall asleep fast and sleep very soundly regardless of location, I think my heart skipped a beat when I woke up.

On another morning, I jumped out of bed again, this time shocked to see two guys in the same bed as me. Relax, I did nothing. No threesome involved. My bed was actually big enough to sleep 3 comfortably. The two guys and I were chatting in my room and they had way too much booze and fell asleep on my bed. No hanky panky. Yes, my bed is big enough for three. It was fantastic sleeping in it. The pillows were too soft though. I felt like Rapunzel when I use the pillows.

Minus the lack of sleep, I had a fantastic time in Manila. I slept a grand total of 15 hours the whole time I was there. Blame it on my two colleagues who wanted to booze all night. They fed me juice each time they drank. So irritating. My juice was also like 5 times more expensive than their booze.

I guessed I had a great time in Manila because I went to the super high class place. Its like orchard road and nothing you see like the mess on tv. The toilets in Manila were surprising clean. Cleaner than ours. I had a very very bad case of diarrhoea when I was there.

I guess it was my fault that I ordered Vongole. It was a high class restaurant and I thought nothing would happen. I rushed to puke halfway through the meal. I thought I was done with it but I went on to shit 5 times after that. Its the peeing shit type. I shat till my asshole ached.

Besides the high class places I went, I landed myself in a slum unknowingly. Blame it on the hotel bellboy. He suggested we go there. The taxi driver tried to persuade us against going but being cocky Singaporeans, we insisted. It was really dark and dirty there. We found a Starbucks and immediately sought comfort in it. What wusses. It was only the next day that we found out the place was a slum and that almost everyone carries a gun there.

I went to Shang rila for dinner one night. They had this chocolate fountain thingy that immediately wowed me. It was chocolate fondue but the chocolate was flowing like a fountain. You stick the satay stick into the marshmellow and placed it in the fountain. It was fantastic. I must had like 10 chocolate mashmellows. That is in addition to all the sashimi. Yummy.

I am glad to be back in Sg. I always am. I am kinda tired now. Nights.

p/s. Dried mangoes in Manila cost like USD18 for a pack of 4. Its crazy. Then again, that is the airport price. I didn't get to check how much they actually cost in the city. Needless to say, I didn't buy anything. In fact, I didn't even spend a single cent the whole time I was there.

Going Manila tomorrow

Ah great, I had so many things to blog about in the week but I didn't get down to it.
So, here I am wanting to write the things I wanted to write, but I cannot remember a single thing. Am going to Manila tomorrow. Please don't tell me to get dried mangoes, everyone has been telling me so.

Its going to be end of June when I get back. End of the month. End of half a year. Time does fly doesn't it.

I watched Batman Begins. I thought it was a little slow and boring in the middle. I was never a batman fan. Katie Holmes looks werid, ugly in fact. She looks so much better in the tabloids beside Tom Cruise. I think Christian Bale is ugly. He looks a bit like John Trovolta IMHO. I love the gadets he has though. Its fanastic. Money really does wonders eh. The movie was not worth $9.50. $9.50 leh. Bloody expensive.

So, here it is. Fwah.

The nipple

What if you accidentally saw someone's nipple? You were not supposed to see it but it was a very bad case of zao geng?

Alboy had the privilege of such a sighting. First, let me set the record straight, its not my nipple.

We were having dinner with a bunch of my frens when he saw the nipple.
I am not talking about seeing a girl without her bra and the nipple peering through, but a nipple, a nipple, you get it?

The girl was seated two seats from him. She was wearing this v-neck top. It wasn't the least bit revealing. She was not the voluptuous kind. No ample cleavage. More like a airport really.

Let me digress a little, I came to a conclusion that most girls from my secondary school have rather decent size breast. I ran through the list of my secondary school friends and we all turned out fine. Ironically, for some strange reason, the girls I know from girls school have undernourished breast. I should share this theory with secondary school friends and have a good laugh.

Back to the nipple, according to Alboy because I did not see the nipple at all, her top flapped when she sat up. It fell forward and created a slit.

You would have think that the bra would be there. The bra was there but apparently, the bra was loose and it fell forward too, exposing the nipple. I argued with Alboy that it was not possible for the bra to have malfunction. He claims that she was so underdeveloped and was probably wearing a cottony bra, the type that would fall forward. I still do not understand it actually. He added later on that it was probably bee dees.

Alboy claims that it was the most frightful thing that he saw because the areola area was so huge. He said it was like this one glob of stained ink on her chest. He says that he sighted the nipple more than once. Whenever he turned to face her, the nipple was there. It only disappeared from sight when she was leaning backwards.

He made it sound like a wretched experience. He concluded that huge nipple mounts on small breasts and that normal sized nipples rests on decent size breasts. Whatever. He probably has seen his fair share of breasts to conclude so.

Here's the thing, he is convinced that the guy sited opposite him saw the nipple too.

So, if YOU(points finger) seen the nipple, please let me know. I want more details...Hur hur hur..I am still a little unconvinced how one can accidentally expose oneself this way.

Manila, Taipei, Kota Tinggi

Let see, I be going Philippines, Manila (not Philadelphia, I wish), Taipei and Kota Tinggi all within a month.
I ought to be feeling wildly excited but I am not.

Manila is going to be boring. I have no idea what to do there. The peso is cheap but the city doesn't entice me. Perhaps its time to search in Lonely Planet to see how I can entertain myself there. Its always fun going to a new place to immerse in their culture. The not so fun thing is having to do your research before going. Where to find good food, where to shop, where to sightsee. My tastebuds do not accustom well to strange food, finding food is always a chore for me.

When I travel overseas, Malaysia especially, I starve. I cannot for nuts eat halal food. There is this smell about it that puts me off. I usually eat bread or force feed myself when I get really hungry. I console myself by thinking that by reducing my food intake, I will need to shit less. Shitting in a foreign place, Malaysia especially, is traumatizing.

I hope Manila will be fun eventually. However, I am not expecting more. Its hard to shop, go to pubs when your boss happens to be around. Such a wet blanket.

Taipei should be fun. I want to eat all the funny taiwan snacks. Its chinese food k. Hunt for cheap bargains. The only thing nagging at the back of my head is this sneaky feeling that I would not be rejuvenated after the trip but come back to loathe my routine life even more.

Kota Tinggi, if I had a choice I would not be going there. Its for some spastic company team building exercise. IMHO, its a waste of money. They should just give each of us the 300 bucks instead. Now I have to go there, smile, feed mosquitoes and tread in the wilderness. It is on a Saturday too. I want to sleep in on a Saturday instead of doing these silly actives. I mean, I see the bunch of nincompoops 5 days a week. Give me a break. Holding it on a Saturday also cuts short my weekend. Crap.

I want to go Europe!!!!

Long dreary post

So, I finally did it.

After hesitating, procrastinating, I finally completed my resume on jobsdb.
Since I graduated, I have only sent out a grand total of 5 resumes. 4 of them after I started working. Its disgusting really, I got my job with the very first and only resume I sent.

No, I am not proud of it. What goes around comes around. I have almost zero interviewing experience and am worry about future jobs. I didn't start on a very high paying first salary too. I graduated in the midst of the Iraq war and Sars, so most of us started low. Actually, on hindsight, it was not true. Quite a few of my friends were paid pretty well. The job was a 15 min bus ride from my place, and I was really too lazy to go through the whole job hunting process so I accepted the job. The job scope, or so I though, was somewhat similar to what I had in mind.

2 years on, most of my friends have moved on, i.e , found a better paying job. I lapse into depression in the middle of the workday more and more often. Thank goodness there is msn and people who always encourage me there. I have decided to be more productive instead of whining about not knowing what to do with my life. I sent out 1 resume today. I consider myself not an active job seeker yet, but will put in the effort to look at recruitment and send out my resumes.

I need a higher paying job. My current pay is pretty decent actually. However, I so need to get paid better because I want so many things and everything is so expensive. I hate the feeling of having to restrain myself as I so often do. Also, the feeling of your peers advancing leaps and bounds is nauseating. Most of my peers are on bonds, teaching bonds, ST bonds, Government Slaves, SAF slaves and their pay structure is presented before them. Given the regular increment rate my company gives, I will die of jealousy.

This internal turmoil had been brewing within me for some time. I am glad I filled up my profile on jobsdb and sent out one resume today. Dear all, please constantly remind me not to procrastinate and hunt for jobs.

On another note,

Chel was telling me how her boyfriend promises to work hard to earn more money so that she will not be a 'gao ling can fu'. High risk mum.
He is also changing jobs in seek of a higher pay. See, it all boils down to money. To work for job satisfaction is total BS. I firmly believe that a higher pay is positively co-related to higher job satisfaction.

I digress. Back to my point,
Both Chel and her bf are 27 this year. A young age actually. However, if they want to enjoy 3 years of couplehood before they have kids, they would have to like get married now. Like right now now now. Having your first child after 30 is considered high-risk, or so they say. It makes me think that the whole thing is a race against time.

I abhor that idea.

You get out of school at 23 and 25 for the girls and guys respectively. You have to work at least 3 years before you even have enough money in your cpf to put for downpayment for public housing. That is not factoring in paying off your University loans. Then, you have to furnish the house. This brings your bank balance back down to zero. Then, you have to rush to have kids before you fall in the high risk group. Assuming you have your firstborn at 30, and your second born at 35, you would have to slog till you are 60 before junior graduates. What a life.

Really, all I want to do is to be able to wake up as and when I like each day. Swim everyday. Groom myself well. Is that impossible or what. Rhetorical question I know.

I'm being very negative right.
Long enough post. I will stop.

Wonderful weekend

I had the most wonderful weekend. I am just quietly smiling to myself as I think about it. I want to gush about it all in this entry but the words seem to trip themselves over.

I love being able to eat Ya Kun kaya toast for breakfast at the Far East Branch. They always mean something to me. If you see me there for breakfast, it probably means that I had a great last night.

I love sleeping on a water bed. It used to give me backaches because it sinks in. I learnt the trick for a good night sleep. Sleep right next to a heavier mass. The heavier mass will make the area you sleep on float. No more backaches!

I love sleeping when there is a lovely and wonderfully familiar scent next to you. It makes everything so cosy.

I love having the way Alboy reaches out.

I love a lot of other things. I really really can't seem to word them. I could write a whole essay on it but it will be too mushy and rated R21.

I should have weekends like this more often. Really.*silly smile*

All things good and nice

I now have very pretty nails and toes. Its painted a light shade of pink. Its pinkish white actually and on my thumbs are nice little flowers design. I wanted them on my big toes too but the manicurist sneaked away. What a sight. I hope they last till cf's wedding next sat!

I did a Brazilian too. Its absolutely fantastic. Stop squirming. Its not as pain as you imagine. Its this stinging sensation when they ripped the strip from your skin and that's about it really. I recommend everyone to do a Brazilian. Guys too. I have always wonder if guys prefer a male or female therapists. Alboy says guy therapists are wuss and he would feel extremely vulnerable. He wouldn't be comfortable with a female too. I found out that there are only male therapists for guys. Some guy, please go do a Brazilian and tell me how you feel, pleaseeee.

I went to the dentist too. I went to a very high class dentist at Ngee Ann City. They play Mr Bean on TV when they do your teeth. Its a scam really. The only reason I bothered to travel all the way to town on a Saturday morning is that I wanted to do a X-ray of my teeth without paying. The clinic is under the AIA panel of dentist which I can go to free.

I figured that I needed a set of dental records somewhere, just in case a tragedy struck and they need to identify me. This was what happened to Weiqiang, his body was eventually found by his dental records. It was a very very good thing, he is finally accounted for and I think such a closure is extremely important to his family.

Back to my dental visit, the dentist made me go back a second time to finish clearing the tartar and to polish my teeth. Why can't she do it all at one visit? My other dentists could. I suspect that she was unwilling to work beyond 1pm and because the clinic is so high class, all the dates all fully booked till 6 weeks later. Ridiculous ain't it. But, I had all my x-rays done and am happy.

I then was chauffeured home in a Mercedes Benz. I was the only passenger from Orchard all the way home. No one else wanted to board the bus at all! Anyway, who would be heading West from town at 2pm on a Saturday. Everyone's traveling in the opposite direction. It was fantastic really.

Going off to eat some ben and jerry's, and yes, I am finally going Taiwan. Booked my tics.

Guys and MCP

Yesterday, I painted Alboy fingernails. They are now glossy. The mark of a metrosexual man, I like.

How many guys will actually allow a girl to paint their fingernails? I swear that Alboy would even allow me to paint his nails pink. He thinks its no big deal.

Guys are strange really. They all have a tinge of MCPness in them, regardless whether they allow you to paint their nails. Take Alboy for instance, paint his nails I can, but I never get to drive his car. Guys who let you drive their car will not let you paint their nails. I hate it most when some guys think they are always correct, or want to have the last word in a conversation.

A long time ago, a guy that I was dating would call me regularly. We talked till there was nothing in common to talk about. In hindsight, we did not share similar taste and our interests somewhat differs. The conversation always landed up like this - Someone would pick a category, say fruits, and we would each take turns to list whatever that's in the category.

It always goes like this.
Me : "Apple"
Him: "Orange"
Me: "Pear"
Him: "Mango"
...

You get the drift. It was senseless. Very dumb. He would not give up, and neither would I. I hated to be the losing one because I cannot stand fuelling his MCP. Usually, we go on and on. It made it even dumber that it usually was an overseas call. He was paying for the call so I didn't gripe about it too much. Needless to say, we eventually broke up and I have not spoken to him since. No point, really.

Sometimes I wonder if its the testosterone at fault for their MCPs. It is a fact that girls are attracted to the testosterone. We will not like a sissy guy. We lament that MCP guys piss us off but I think a tinge of MCP in guys make them sexy. What I hate most are empty vessels making the most noise. Some guys talk like they know it all, but they really are full of crap. I hate guys who talk to you for a motive too. I have had conversations with guys who later whipped a condom out of their wallets.

Again I quote from Zee and Justin, two 25 yr old hot blooded males
- " All guys are potential rapist"
- " All guys are bastard"

- "All guys watch porn" This came from me.

Feeling disturbed

Post was removed because the writer is no longer dwelling on the issue..

The Baton.

KNNCCB! Kena Tagged from GJ.

Total volume of music files on my computer:

3.82MB. Deleted everything in my thinkpad. Its all in the other computer.

The last CDs I bought were:
I cannot remember! Have been leaching on others.

Song playing right now:
Weird Al Yankovic - The Saga begins
Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:
BeeGees - First of May. For some reason, it always makes me feel like crying.Akon - Mr Lonely.Usher - My BooJustin Timberlake - Its getting hot in here. Safri Duo - All their songs.

The baton is now passed to:
Moi
Atomzed
Blackhole36

Watched Star Wars

Watched Star Wars today and had a free meal.

Star Wars was too much hype. Tons of special effect and it mainly was to conclude the saga. George Lucas had us all nicely twirled around his little finger.

Free meal at this fish place which looked a lot like Fish and Co at 5th floor at PS. Gosh, I can't even remember the name of the place. Its right by the escalator. We walked in delighted that some eating place was still serving at 10.30pm. I asked when the last order was and the manager chirpily replied, "oh, we area not open yet". He then led us to our seats and told us that the food is free and we can order all that we like. It was kind of unbelievable. It felt strange at first, as if they will poison our food but I was way too hungry to really care. So, I ordered my fish and ate it. Its really like fish and co. However, because the meal was free, I feel obliged to do a little publicity for them. Go try them. 5th floor PS, right by the escalator, next to Kopitiam.

Need to go eat icecream now.

Should I go Zouk tomorrow?

ML has invited me but it seems like I might not be able to make it despite having no plans.
I am terrible at making tons of excuses, but they are in some way valid.

I need to swim after work. I swim every work day. Almost. At least 4 times a week. I skipped Monday because I went to the Tangs sale which I bought only one green top which i cannot wear because I need to alter the straps first. This means I have to swim tomorrow. Have have Have. Yes, I am that compulsive.

I had planned to cut my hair after that, which is dumb because this would mean I would have to get my hair washed 3 times within 3 hours. First at the pool, then at the hair dresser, than at home to wash off the rubbish they always have to apply on the hair after they cut it. This would also mean that by time I cut my hair, it would be at least 9pm., which makes me too late to meet ML at Zouk.

Complicated siah.

It gets more complicated. I would have to look reasonably fashionable to step into Zouk. This is impossible if I go directly from work. I would never make it in time even if I skip my swim and haircut.

Anyhow I hate the smoke enough to give Zouk a pass.

I like this song

Damnit, I am blogging at work.
Has not been a good day. No one seems to be talking to anyone else. I guess everyone is tired out waiting for the freaking long weekend to arrive.
Thats the woes of being a silly Corporate rat. You be stuck at it for the next 40 years. The though of it totally petrifies me.
So bloody irritated. I didn't sleep well. Try sleeping when some over-ambitious person tries to wake up too early and as a result, snoozes for one whole hour. Its impossible to sleep when the stupid phone beeps every five minute. I am the kind of person who will meticulously calculate the time I should wake up and sleep till the very last second. Its frustrating.
I need more entertainment. Seem to be stuck in a mindless events of things.
I heard this song on radio, it summarizes the whole Star Wars series into 5 minutes. Its to the tune of .."my my oh american pie...."
Someone please tell me what song is it. Nm, I goggled and found it. Love this song.

A long long time ago
in a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the Federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That's where we found this boy...
Oh my my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force they say
Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he's just nine and she's fourteen
Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I've heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it's true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I know who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interviewed the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said, "Now listen here
Just stick it in your pointy ear
I still will teach this boy"
He was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We caught a ride back to Naboo
'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn't long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gungans died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin'
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast
Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost
I guess I'll train this boy
And I was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We were singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi

Hungry

9.30pm Friday night and I am blogging. I was meant to be out!

My stomach is so queasy, it has been the whole week in fact. Eating too little at lunch did me in. I had been eating free food that was meant for the customers at my office. It used to be enough but there was a sudden surge of people recently. As a result, I eat not enough. I do not eat a proper lunch after that because it would make me overly bloated.

I still have zero food in my stomach now. Its feels miserable.
I told my parents not to buy my dinner thinking I would be out of the house eating dinner by now.
Alboy flew my aeroplane so now here I am starving. It was expected, but I didn't think it would happen. If you get what I mean. Its hard to think when your blood sugar level is low.

*grits teeth* needs to go find ice cream to eat.

Yeah. Yeah Yeah

Ok, this is going to be short and fast because I am darn tired. I was going to procrastinate it yet again but decided otherwise.
I have so many things I want to blog about!! I am like a boiling cauldron of hot soup!!

Like how I spent 2 hours on the bus on Saturday Night. I almost suffocated to death in the bus. I hate it when bus drivers deliberately driver slow, it makes the bus jerk. Oh btw, the trip was from YCK to Jurong. So no fun.

I also wanted to complain on how I spent another 2 hours locked inside Nokia care center to get my phone repaired. The service is terrible. The customer service reps were all bengs and lians or had a very agonizing look on their face. I had 2 whole hours to scrutinise everyone of them. Will elaborate more when I do not feel like I need to go sleep.

Eating so much Dim Sum on Sunday was worth a mention too but it will pass.

I just wanted to say that I am so happy today. Remember very little makes me happy.
I met up with Yumin, Justin and Desmond. It was great! We had dinner at Scotts. Nice and cheap.
We had a very healthy conversation going at dinner too. We bitched about plenty of things but the conclusion was

I quote

"All guys are potential rapists" - Justin, 24, Full-blooded male
"All guys are bastards. All girls should be wary" - Desmond, 24, yet another full blooded male.

Guys, you finally made some sense after all these years. What took you so long?

I am so very happy because all three of them though that I grew taller. Ain't that the best thing in the world? I am thoroughly convinced my heels were not that high. I need to go take my height. For some strange reason, they also thought that I applied lipstick. GJ passed the same comment too when he met me. I'm sure my lips are not all that kissable right. Ahhaaaaa.

So happy. I realized that I talk to Alboy only 10 mins a day, and much of it is dead air and sound fillers but I don't really care. I should really meet up with my friends more.

Its a warm day

I have so many things to blog, so many thoughts to verbalize but I either am too tired or get too lazy.

It was a good day today, I didn't go to the office but was instead horsing around at a tradeshow. My feet ache from standing 8 hours today but change from routine work is good.

I found that I really like fish soup. My mum makes the most wonderful fish soup. I have been having fish soup like 3/4 times a week. Its fantastic, totally healthy and absolutely wonderful. I consider myself healthy. I have fish like 4 times a week, a lot of fish each time too. Its all nicely boiled. I swim like 4 times a week. I also eat ice cream everynight. How lovely is that. *hugs myself*

I had wanted to complain about guys like GJ after reading his post. No offence dude. I just do not understand how guys expect so much out of a girl. He already has a mould of her and all the other girls simply pale in comparison. Its so sickening. If it were Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise blogging, I might be more understanding. They are gorgeous but come on, most guys are so damn fudgy. Its a different story if you are rich or have a penthouse the size of Remy Shaw's. If you the average plain joe, please go smack urself on the wall.

I bought tickets to StarWars. Its not premiering till 19th May but I bought tickets at midnight on the 1st of May. There wasn't even a queue. I was expecting people all dressed like darth vader or clutching light sabers snaking a Q. But it was so quiet. The force is weak. I was first at the box office when the lady went , "Our first show is on 19th May 11am, 2 tickets?" I was like ,"hmmm...no, 2 tickets for 21st May 7pm instead"
She must have thought that I escaped from woodbridge.

Its sweltering hot these days. MM Lee, please aircondition the whole of Sg. So warm so warm.

2 more days to weekend.

12 more days to the next p.hol. All hang on in.

Met GJ today.

So, I met GJ today.

He took a photo of me and is going to put on his blog, except that he is playing mj now and will only be able to blog tomorrow.
He promised to black my face out.

A few other things I learnt about him
-he likes girls in tank tops, preferably in white.
- colors like baby blue is fine too
- it would really turn him on if the girl is wearing a sweet green bra beneath
- his new car has a new leather + chocolate muffin smell.

In short, he wants a shu nu. No wonder he spends so much on his insurance. His agent is quite chio, considering she is already 30.

We had double filet o fish for dinner. GJ = Mac. I still think he eats mac all the time. He picked me up from my office, but couldn't find my office building. He landed up driving against traffic. He actually made a wrong turn and turned onto oncoming traffic. I was stumbled for a while when he told me over the phone where he was. In my mind, I was trying to figure out where he was.

I saw some shoes at JP. They were really really cheap. About $10 and they were quite decent. I would have bought if I were alone or if GJ edged me. I am not that kind of shopper who looks at things and buys. I look at them, and if I like it I put it back on the shelve too. I only buy when I really need it, or when someone encourages me too. I will go there soon to take a second look. Talking about shoes, I found out something about Charles & Keith, I am not going to post it here because I do not want the whole world to know what I know and do things the way I do. Miss Leow knows about it though.

Wedding invites

Fuckanthan, I opened my email so that I can click on 'compose new message' to blog.
Compose new message gives me a clean slate to blog and I can do a spell check before I cut n paste on blogger. Word messes up the alignment too much.

And, guess what I saw?? A wedding invite. Damn it, yet another red bomb. *Grits teeth*

Gone are the days when you receive an invite by snail mail and RSVP. The recent weddings I been invited to, I have been asked to confirm via email or sms, before they actually send me the invite. Its like huh? Save the trees project is it?

Anyhow, back to the original blog topic I had in mind, which incidentally is also about getting married.

My malay colleague today announced that her bf asked for her hand but she rejected. She loves the guy. She adores the guy, they speak to each other and behave like a newly attached couple. They have been going strong for years and she told me she rejected his proposal because she is not ready. However, she agreed to marry him in two years time and they have made a pact to start saving money.

I asked her, so how much money do you need to have before you marry. She told me they will save 500 a month and when they have 12000 they will get married. I was flabbergasted.

How is 12000 enough to get married? Where would you stay? You would have nothing in your house.

TV - $3000 Its probably a not too big tv.
Washing Machine - $1000? I have no idea how much a washing machine cost.
Sofa - $2000 2Grand will probably get you a low end sofa I think. Again I am not very good at how much these things cost.
Bed - $1000 A good bed is important. V Important
Refrigerator - $1000 Man, I am so bad at estimating prices of household appliances.

Hey, there is still 3k left. Did I miss out anything. Maybe 12k is enough for them to get married. If all else fails, there is always Courts.

I do feel very happy for her though. She was grinning from ear to ear when she related everything to me. I really felt very happy for her. For some strange reason, I was grinning from ear to ear too for a while after that.

Everything else doesn't really matter right, you just have to be happy.