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.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
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.
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!!!!
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!!!!
Friday, June 17, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, June 13, 2005
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*
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*
Saturday, June 04, 2005
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.
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.
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