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.
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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.

ICQ rules, MSN sucks

You know what, I hate msn and yet I switch on my msn to find people to chat

Whats wrong with me? and What's wrong with the rest of the world for preferring msn over icq?
ICQ rules. MSN sucks.

In MSN, the stupid orange blinking thing appears at my taskbar and I have no control over it. Don't tell me its in the setting, I plough through it and cannot find a way to switch it off. It irritates the hell of me.

ICQ allows you to go invisible and chat with the whoever you please. In MSN, once you appear offline, you cannot chat. Don't tell me to block people blar blar, this would mean that if I want to use msn at home, I have to block out my whole office. Duh. Msn is legal in my office and the only reason why I use it, or even start to have contacts.

I hate the display pics in msn. I hate it when people put pictures of their children or cats in it. It is why I always switch the pictures off. But I do want to see the other nicer pictures, so switching it on and off is a hassle for me. I totally hate it when my colleague at work puts pics of her children, for goodness sake, her children are damn ugly and not the least bit cute. Children under 2 yrs of age are in general in some way cute, but hers are not. I squirm everytime she msgs me. I have since switched off the display pictures at work permanently. I know I am being slight mean in saying that her children are not cute, but trust me, that's how I feel.

I hate the way msn has nudges winks blar blar. Its like duh..for what. Needless to say, I switched off that function too.

I hate the way msn allows you to change your name. Hello, its like I have to remember everyone's email address to know who they are?

In ICQ, you can select a few files, do a right click and send via ICQ, in msn you are forced to send a file at a time. Dumb.

I like the layout of ICQ so much better. Much better.

Hate msn. Quit msn and install ICQ.

Xing Fu.

I am the happiest girl alive now!

I bought new goggles plus a swim cap. I am so happy!
I had crabs and prawns for dinner too. In my younger cousin's words, I feel so xing fu now. *does cartwheels around my room*

Its amazing how little makes me darn happy. I love my new goggles. My old goggles are perfectly fine except that they are day goggles. I used to swim in sunlight then. Its those goggles with shiny film that keeps that glare out, those that allow you to ogle at guys without them knowing you are looking. My new goggles are clear, so clear you can see my eyes. Its for swimming after sunset which I do these days. With my old goggles, I could barely see anything. So happy. Bought a new swim cap too. So happy.

Crabs and prawns. I am not exactly a crab fan but I ate like one whole crab by myself. It was fun. The buttery prawns were heavenly too. Was at Melben Seafood at Blk 232 AMK St22. Go there instead of Jumbo, its cheaper.

You know what the best part is, my dad paid for my goggles and swim cap. Yeah. Now, staying home on Saturday does have it perks.

Home on a Saturday

I feel extremely guai today.

Its a Saturday and I am not going out but going to join my parents for dinner. Its been eon since I did that.
I packed my wardrobe and room too. Actually all I did was to rearrange the clothes and throw away the stuff that cluttered my table. I have no idea how all this stuff came to me. I seldom buy anything.

My mum just bought 2 zen micros for my siblings. She asked if I wanted one too but I declined. Citibank was having this close door sale at Creative and I had to disappear from work 2 times within 2 hours to go swipe my card. I fiddled with it later and found that I kinda liked it.
Buy creative, forget about the fruit. Support local. After all, the fruit already has about 60% of market share. We bought 2 speakers too, the 3600 , it was going at 99. I think the retail price is almost 250. Dung took one and I have no idea where the one in my house is.

Anyone wants anything from creative next time, just ask me. All I have to do is to disappear from work and walk over. Don't expect me to queue up though. Talking about queue, I was surprised to see a queue at the doors at 11am. It opens at 11am. I went at 11am sharp thinking I would be the first one there, but there was already like 30 people ahead of me. Apparently, there were only a limited number of speakers going at 99. How do people get off work at 11am to join a q? I am sure not all of them work near Creative.

Blogging at 4pm on a Saturaday. Man, I do need to find a life.

My msns at work.

I must say that I have been having very sexual conversations with my friends on msn while at work.

The first was with GJ.

Excerpt from his post
Me: SAF give free condom for my Taiwan trip....
Cindy: Issit? I heard its lousy, it breaks when filled with water...
Me: Issit? I dunno...
Cindy: Why dun you try it?
Me: Wif who?
Cindy: Ask you to fill it with water lah!!! Not use for sex!!!!
Me: ...

Do a replace all "Me" with "GJ"
He has a photo of his condoms there too. Some obsure brand I never knew.

The conversation proceeded on to along the likes of GJ thinking he has a little dick but good techniques. He refused to tell me what he meant by little dick and good techniques though. Does dick size matters? As SPG adeptly puts it, "I have never seen a 2.4 inch dildo"

Fastforward to chat with Al today. The chat resulted in him sending me his Karma Sutra over. All 8Mb of it.

He asked me, "What is it that a woman wants"

"To cum and cum and cum and cum, without having to do any work on the guy." - my reply.

He must have fallen off his chair then because it took him like 10 mins to reply back. It was the most straightforward answer he heard.

I always think that a guy only does what he does so that he can peak. I know there will be plenty of rebuttals but if you think again, its essentially true. How many guys will time and time again go down on a girl without wanting any sexual favours in return?

Al thinks its a two way street. I agree but I do know more horny guys than girls. In fact, all the guys I know are horny with the exception of one. Long story about that lone one.

Anyway, sex is too cheem a topic to discuss about. I will just land up going around in circles. I can feel it coming. Will stop now.

> Dancingpris - will try to take a photo of it. I just wore it so its somewhere aroudn now. My bro thought I was attending a malay wedding when he saw me go out. My mum exclaimed , ' wah..why you were ah pu nei clothes". Dung says its ok because he is peranakan. I think I might not wear it to a wedding afterall, but just to plays and musicals.

Back in my country!

Yeah, so I am back in Sg. I love my country.

Hanoi on the whole was alright really. Minus that resident mosquito that made sleep so uncomfortable. The stupidest thing was that we only found the mosquito net on our last night there and really only had one good night's sleep. Why would pampered Singaporeans expect to use a mosquito net? It is the first time in my life I slept in a mossy net. Strange experience.

I have a slightly aching right arm now. That is after having to lug two laptops and many other equipment up and down three stories everyday. Yes, the hotel had no lift. It is a family run business really. They were so concerned about saving money that they switched off the mains to the water heater when we were gone one day, resulting in us bathing in icy cold water. When I say icy cold water, I mean ICE COLD water. Its not that cold water you get at public showers, its really ICE COLD. Considering the ambient temperature was like 20 degrees, the water was freezing at night. It took me 5 mins to creep into the shower, 2 mins to shower and get out. I didn't feel very clean after that though.

Besides that, Hanoi is really not bad place. Things are not as cheap as in Bangkok though. The people in Hanoi adopt a very different attitude towards bargaining, in BKK, they entertain you and want to sell you when you bargain. In Hanoi, they simply take the item back from you and hang it back up in the display.

Managed to tour around Hanoi a little, not as much as I wanted to because we had to work too.
Its a good place for a budget trip really. My Tiger Airway tickets were just about $150, minus the USD18 airport tax. I almost had no more money to pay for the tax and could not get out of Hanoi. Luckily, I still had SGD50 with me and had to exchange it to Dong.

Tiger Airways is not too bad too, when it is less than half full that is. The flight was so empty, one could just lie flat on three seats.
I cannot imagine how it will be like when its packed.

That's it for now. Am going to watch Sound of Music later.

I think I will wear my modified Ao Dai there. Ao Dai is the traditional Vietnamese dress, long blouse with pants. I tailored made 3 dresses but no one wears long blouse in sg, so I made them into tubes. Hahhah, the tailor gave me this dirty look when I gestured to her I wanted tubes.

With love from Hanoi

Blogging from hanoi now.

Hanoi is not as rustic and as old as you see in postcards, televion etc. Its like sg in the 70s.
The roads are just swarmed with so many motobikes, they look like swarms of bees. The motobikes horn relentlessly, and they ride on either side of the road, regardless of road direction.

To cross the road, you have to behave like a chicken. Just say a quick prayer and dash across the road. Good thing is, humans and bikes seem to command the same amount of authority on the roads. The motobikes just weave around you. For someone as urban as me, it can get a tad bit scary. However, I am proud to say that I have mastered the skill of being an errant roadcrosser.

Things here are not as cheap as they should be. Somone tried to sell me the pirated copy of life of pi for USD8. I told him I can get the original copy for SGD5 back home. He followed me down the 2 streets and offered USD2 in the end. I didn't buy because by then I was getting too afraid of him and just want to go away. I belived I could have bought it for USD1 if I persisted.

You can never miss a Singaporean by the way he/she drives a hard bargain. The moment I start bargaining, they go , "from singapore?"

I tailored made 3 dresses, going to collect them tomorrow. I hope they turn out fine and will last me through all the weddings I have to go to this year.

So far so good here, its really too dusty. I broke up in mini-hives. Thankfully, I bought Zyrtec and it has been working fine.

Tradeshow is starting tomorrow, have to stand the whole day and try to speak to the Vietnamese. Talking to them is like a chicken talking to a duck. Its terrible.

I miss sg. I so want to be back.

The price of water.

I love to swim and I am in a dilemma.

When I was young, I swam at my dad's company club. I go there to swim everyweek. Years later, the company was not doing well and they sold the place. A church bought it over and uses its facilities now. I do not like the church. It robbed me of my swimming place.

It didn't really matter that much then because I was swimming in the varsity pool then. I went every other day and swam my hearts out.

When I started working, I went back to swim. No one stopped me because no one checked my matriculation card. Then, Sars swept the whole country and contact tracing became the necessary. I could no longer enter the pool because my matric card shows that I have graduated.

I have resorted going to public pools then. I hate the public pool. It is dirty, smelly, slimy and salty. The toilets have a permanent urea smell too.

There is a pool near my office. It is 3/4 the length of the Olympic size pool. I have refused to swim in pools of any other length besides the standard 50m, it makes doing laps much more fulfilling. It is also empty, clean and has nice toilets. The only catch is that it will cost me $388 for a year usage. Solely pool usage, gym facilities are not included. I was tempted since the first day I started work 2 years ago but I threw it out of my mind as it was pricey.

Two years on, I simply cannot stand public pools and am growing fat. However, I still find it expensive just that I am more willing to fork out the money.

I am in a dilemma.

Everyone tells me its expensive water. Some tells me that I should not look at it this way because lifestyle cannot be measured by money. Others tell me its about the same price as a musical ticket that I pay. Most tell me its expensive.

I am willing to pay $200 for half a year usage because I do not want to commit so much money, but the gym is unwilling to compromise.

Sigh.

How?

I know people will tell me the standard things - "Its expensive". I feel that too, but I really love swimming.

How?

My weekend

I had a relatively good weekend.

I went had a fabulous seafood dinner on Friday. I ate like 5 crab pincers and a whole lot of other stuff. It was fatanbulous. I went Indochine afterwards. It was my first time there. I always dissed the place as tacky because of the nemo layout and how people seem to be crowding outsider leeching free music.

So, I went into Indochine. There was really nothing there except that the washareas in the toilet were unique. There is no sink. You step on this black rubber dot on the floor to turn the water on, the water then flows onto this slopping piece of plastic and is drained away. Cool. Besides that, Indochine is so not happening. It didn't help that I was in my work clothes aka scrappy jeans and T-shirt. To wear a T-shirt to a club is a felony.

I also managed to go to a wedding, both church and lunch and watch 2 movies this weekend!.
It was simply great. Although once again, I wished I did not have to go to work tomorrow.

So long.

Good Friday Weekend

So, I'm into my third day of the long weekend. Time flies doesn't it.

I had a great Friday followed by an uneventful Saturday, and am now dreading the coming work week. There are no p.hols in April!!!

Things I did the past two days.

- I watched 2 movies in less than 24hrs. I am so proud of myself. It is something I have not done since my teeny bopper days. These days, I somewhat prefer watching a dvd on a cosy bed than with 300 strangers. Plus point, as in my earlier post, it is possible to hump while watching a dvd, but that totally misses the point.

- I got nauseous while playing xbox. I seriously suck at xbox games. Was playing Starwars: Knights of the old Republic, all that maneuvering with the light saber while trying to navigate made me feel like puking. I hate 3-D games. Why can't all games be simple like super Mario or bubble puzzle. You only need a joystick for direction and another button to fire. These days, there are 2 joysticks on the controller and a million other buttons. Please, my hand is only that big. But I resolve to get better at these games. I love racing games though.

- I slept the whole of Saturday and still have dark eye bags. I seriously wonder why.

- I ate half a tub of Phish Food. I love Phish Food. I like the strawberry with graham swirls too. I believe its called Primary Berry Graham. I love their new flavours.

- I finally used another $20 of my Robinson vouchers. I had $50 to start with, I sold $20 to a colleague. My stuff cost $16 and I paid with my $20 voucher. They actually refunded the difference to me in cash. So happy. Another $10 to go. I hate Robinson vouchers. It is so out of the way and there is absolutely nothing to buy there. Too bad, my frumpy office manager loves Robinson and as a result, all of us gets Robinson vouchers on our birthdays.

- I finally used $10 of my Metro voucher. Metro vouchers have no expiry dates, you just use and they print another voucher with the difference to you. Its like a stored value card. The voucher has been with me so long, I do not even remembered how I got it. The last time I used it was like a year ago. I have another $5 left.

In short, I am quite happy this weekend. My only grouse is that it has to end and I can feel myself being sucked back into the whirlwind of work.

Guys that put me off.

Remember the letter I wrote to the forum eons ago, today it was published.

The strange thing is I only knew of it when my uncle sms me, rebuking me for showing more concern over explosives than my sister. wtf. This reminds me why I do not like my relatives. What right do they have to reprimand me? This uncle is one of my most preferred uncles too.

Later, my cousin icqed me, he claimed I was boliao. I just do not understand. Why do some people do nothing about anything but just whine about everything? They adopt the i-will-wait-for-gold-to-drop attitude and in the meanwhile complain that they are powerless to do anything.
Granted, some things like building a casino are largely beyond our control and the 'elite' make the final decision. Most other things, we should not be afraid or be lazy to voice out.

Guys like this simply put me off. There are some guys who are nonchalant to the state of affairs around them, they choose their lifestyle and that is fine with me. Those that pissed me off are those who do nothing and complain the whole day. In short, these are the guys who often lament that National Service is waste of time because Singapore will perish with a bomb. Guys who cling to this belief are short-sighted and shallow. War is no longer fight this way. We should not even be allowing the missile to head our direction. I have never been to the army, so I will stop short at this topic.

I hope I am not sounding too pro-pap. I am not pro-pap although it is undeniable what the government has done. Anyone who can do a better job and not do a Chee Soon Juan gets my vote.

...

Dang is sleeping in the carpark right now but I cannot be bothered tonight. Somehow I am feeling a little pissed with him today.

He works too long hours and is forever tired. That will and always be my complaint.
Today's a little different. I saw a really pretty skirt while shopping yesterday. Seldom do some cloth item catch my attention. I would have bought it if it were half the price, or lesser actually. Too bad it was pricey, so I gave it a miss.

I told Dang about it though and he commented that I should have bought it. I told him it was too pricey. He mentioned something about me buying the skirt and he will pay for it. Some girls might gleefully jump at the chance and purchased the skirt but I hate arrangements like this. It makes me feel like I am begging him for money. It was not as if I couldn't afford to pay for it, it was just that I felt it was too pricey. I told him outright that I still had my pride. It would be a different story if he got it as a gift for me. He then went along the lines of going with me to the shop and he will pay for it. Goodness, isn't it the same?

Nevertheless, we passed by the shop today and I showed him the skirt. Yes, Singapore is that small that you go to the same places in two consecutive days. We went in and he agreed with me on the good material. He asked me if I were buying and I said no. I asked if he would like me to try the skirt on for him to see and he said in this somewhat sarcastic tone, "What for, you are not buying". I think my mood took a 180 degree swing but I didn't let it show. He went on rambling about how he would buy it if he were me because it's hard to find something nice. By then, I wasn't really listening to him. I suddenly felt totally alienated from him.

Reading ym's post really makes me go yesyesyes and agreeing with her everypoint. Gosh, its really hard to splurge on yourself and save at the same time. I never underestimate saving because I think it is really important. But then, it just makes enjoying yourself feel so much more guilty. I wonder how our parents did it really.

There are so many different kind of people in the world

The Paris Hiltons
The concept of expensive does not apply here. These people buy without looking at the price tags. They just bring whatever they fancy to the cashier.

Those earning a decent amount and spending it all
A lot of people I know are like this. They do not earn too much, its decent enough to get by, but they do not batter an eyelid when they purchase stuff. If I fell into this category, I would have bought the skirt.

Those earning a decent amount but cautious about spending.
I think I fall into this category, I would think most of my frens do as well. Afterall, we know we have a long way ahead of us and that no one is going to leave us any inheritance. The future scares this group of people.

Those earning barely enough and spending it all.
One word. Malays.

Those earning barely enough and cautious about spending.
IMHO, these are the people who get it bad. It is really tiring having to watch every penny.

Sigh, I think I am getting depressed.

Manslaves needed!

I just e-filed my income tax!! It was confusing at first but it was really very easy. Afterall, I have no other sources of income, not eligible for any reliefs and yadar yadar.

I was in town at 4pm yesterday!!! It was a wonderful feeling, has been eons since I appeared in town at 4pm on a weekday. Most of the time, I would be mulling in front of my computer at work watching the little clock at the bottom right of the screen. The sun was scorching but it didn't even matter.

We groomed ourselves, bought stuff and were dead beat at the end of the day. My ankles were hurting. It is strange because that's the only part of my lower limps that ever ache all these years. It felt as if my bones were hitting the floor and I feel this way even if I were wearing my Timberland's walking shoes. Ym had to lug her heavy bag around. Her bag is really heavy, I would be exhausted if I were her. That is why, we need manslaves.

In fact, every girl should be provided with a manslave when she shops. Shopping centers should provide a manslave to every girl. His job would be to carry her purchases, her bags, water (so heavy cos its 1l=1kg) , follow her around dutifully and smile. Simple job isn't it. Pay a premium and manslave will drive you home too.

The best way to shop is to get out really early, like 11am, and shop when the crowds are at work. At about 3pm, you can go for your spas, manicures, pedicures, eyebrows, and whatever. Have dinner at about 6pm and watch a 7pm movie. It will end nicely at 9pm, leaving you ample time to get back home and avoiding rush-home traffic at the same time. This way, one would not be exhausted at having to cover so much ground in so little time.

I am dreaming, ain't I?

Whatever, I decided I will wear my little green skirt out later, as soon as I find a matching top for it.

Hungry Hippo

Today I woke up very very hungry. If you know what I mean, that is. Some people wake up without any appetite and then complain at work all the way till lunch that they are starving. I eat a healthy breakfast every morning. Its either, Wanton Mee, Fishball noodles, Lor Mee, Bee Hoon..you get the drift. My ideal breakfast is to have dimsum. Those that push carts around and they punch whatever you order on this piece of cardboard.

I was exceptionally hungry today. I woke up and while I was brushing my teeth, I could hear my stomach growling. I think its a combination of my empty stomach and bowels. I usually am not hungry if I can full of crap inside. I was so hungry today I polished my plate of fish ball mee pok. For a moment, I imagined myself to be a horse with not enough food filling my four stomachs. Like what I do every morning, I ate a slice of bak kwa immediately after my breakfast.

By noon, I was starving again. I had a big bowl of home cooked noodles jia liao somemore. Disgusting. I always wondered why they call it home cooked noodles when its not home cooked. There is no difference between home cooked noodles and fish ball noodles and prawn noodles. I topped it off with a Kit Kat bar too. I scavenge for something sweet after every meal. In the morning, its bak kwa. Afternoon its Kit Kat. Evening its Ghirardelli Chocolates. I call it, riding my mouth of the food taste. It doesn't really make sense but whatever.

I ate more than I was supposed to eat for dinner again. I drank fish soup meant for 2 persons and I had like 6 pieces of nioang hiang. The Ghirardelli chocolate too of course. Its dark chocolate today.

Finally, as in to mock me. I had a terrible stomach ache at 10pm. It was as if to punish me for eating so much. I had to run to toilet 3 times while writing this.

My fingers stink.

Nail polish remover from Red Earth stinks. It stinks so badly. Its as if I dipped my fingers in vinegar. It doesn't even remove nail polish easily. My nails look like they been sandpapered instead.

It boasts to have AHA, be able to preserve nail strength and prevent splitting. That is what it advertises on the bottle.
It is outrageous.

I been trying to wash my fingers with strongly scented soap to rid the vinegar smell but my fingers still stink. Gross.

Am going to watch Team America tomorrow. Yeah.

What happends on a weekday evening?

What do people do on weekdays when they return home from work?

Do you continue working? I know a lot of people who bring work home or rabidly check their work emails.

Do you watch tv? What is there to watch anyway? Besides Desparate housewives or housewife (I am clueless), which I try to religiously watch, there is almost nothing on tv.

Do you sleep? Sleep will only make the next work day arrive sooner.

Do you go out with friends? Its getting harder and harder for everyone to agree on a time to meet.

All I want to do on a weekday evening, is to lounge and laze on bed naked and maybe hump like jackrabbits, and watch a dvd at the same time.

I miss school.