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10 year into the new millenium.

2011-01-06T15:57:00.002+08:00

Wow. Can't believe that was 10 yrs into the new millennium.

Just thought I'd document this lest i fail to remember what an eventful year 2010 has been for me.

1. Bidded goodbye to an old friend. Someone whose name is no stranger to this familiar space. It's been a bitterweet journey and i'll be keeping him in my thoughts for a long time to come.

2. Was reunited with someone special. Someone whom i never thought there'll be a continuation of but as fate would have it, it happened. What lies ahead we both not know but i'm glad our paths crossed again and i've never felt luckier.

3.Finally left MCS in April, after an arduous (and scandalous) 2 1/2 years. While i might not have had the time of my life, i was truly grateful for the opportunities & experiences that's been bestowed upon me throughout this period and as a fresh grad right out of uni, i couldnt have asked for a better headstart.

4. Moved to a new job with regional exposure. Perfect for a travel whore like myself.

5. Took a 2 week vacation to Japan with 2). All that wishing and hoping is finally materialised, thanks to 2). Took a side trip to Hakone from Tokyo and had the most amazing time ever. Spotted Mt Fuji whilst enroute to HK. Transited in HK for 48 hrs, of which 24 hrs was spent circling in Shenzhen. Haha. An amazing holiday.

6. 2) was posted to NZ for 6 weeks. Spent 6 weeks in solitude but it was a good test for us both. Had a little tiff in between but we survived it. All's good. =D

7. Was posted out to Jakarta in June. Travelled along with the GM who flew in from HK. Nerves were all over the place but all went good. Phew. Had a terrific feedback after. All smiles.

8. Was sent to BKK in July. After the first assessment, boss prob figured i was fit for lone travel hence freedom! Invited lumpy to join me since effectively i only had work duties for 2 days and we could spend the weekend shopping! Ha. Platinum mall had us gg round n round. Life was good.

9. Was posted to KL/Penang the week after. Starting to feel the dread of travelling. Never thought i'd say that but all the fatigue from flying ard and living outta a suitcase was really getting to me. Not to mention, the constant zipping only meant more time apart from 2. But i guess, absence does make the heart grow fonder.

10. Took a short getaway to HK with mum and sis in Sep over the long weekend. Wasnt exactly in the best of moods during this period and it showed sadly. Lets just say the combi of them both isnt exactly the best mood booster but i promise to work on being more accomodating and accepting. We shall see for Barcelona 11.

11. Had to zip off to The Philippines the following week. Really really very tired of all the travelling by now. Spent 7 days in manila, Cebu and Davao and had the most interesting time travelling ard Davao in a... pickup. What an experience that was.

12. Tendered my resignation in Oct. Did a final travel to jarkata.

13. Took off for a 16 day roadtrip to OZ with 2) and zac and had the time of our lives! Stayed with Benn whilst in Brissy and bunked in with Ken @ Syd. It was the best holiday ever. Instead of taking the easy option of flying from brisbane to Sydney, we decided to embark on a roadtrip stretching over 3 towns in 3 days! Got to byron, went onto nimbin, stayed at port macquerie with the final stop being port stephens before arriving in Syd. We did whatever our hearts craved for and stopped wherever the track brought us. It was so enriching. Rode horses amongst the majestic sand dunes in Salamander Bay, did an eco cruise & plucked strawberries in port mac, went on a trippin day tour to nimbin etc... It was truly amazing.

14. Took off to Bali barely a week after returning from OZ. Bali, again, another "must-do" materalised, all thanks to 2). Not exactly the best holiday but a wise lesson was taught and learnt. Nevertheless, thanks for the well intended xmas pressie.

15. Hosted the wedding of Lumpy & Ryan and partied like there's no tomorrow right after. It was a crazy crazy night that's left me running a fever since then. What exactly happened that night man?

That pretty much sums up 2010. It's been a crazily eventful year.

2011, you've got pretty tough shoes to fill.

Hi There!

2010-05-07T10:35:00.003+08:00

Hellloooooo from a land far far awayyyyy.

Ok no, just kidding really. Im so effin' bored and im sure all my friends have got proper work to do, than to spend their time entertaining me online, so thought i'd just pop by and revisit this forsaken place.

Damn did my previous post get spammed or what? What were those random comments made in Chinese all about? Regardless, ni hao ni hao! (Great now im addressing a bot; rather, many bots for that matter -.-)

It's Friday and Fridays put me @ a glee. The coffee just taste better, ppl seem friendlier, even the commuters on the train seem less annoying.

Just 2 more of such Fridays... and i'll be off! Off to the land of the rising sun and the city that never sleeps. Gosh, love such tourism slogans. Come Sep, i'll be whisked off to the fragrant harbour of Asia again before setting foot in Hanoi in Nov.

I really hate to tempt fate but honestly, life couldnt get any better and i have God to thank for it.

And Baby, you know what?

You are God's answer to my prayers =)

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The new co. is alright, cept' for the dead silence which i've come to grown accustomed to by now. People are generally shallow but i dont blame them. There's always a clear distinction between friends and work mates i suppose. With the recent news of a possible acquisition, i can only hope!

When will i ever score a job that enables me to travel around the world...?

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Break.

2009-09-08T14:26:00.002+08:00

Things have been rather messed up of late.

Im workin my ass off only to be dealt with more screw ups piling on top of each other. I cant even rem the last time i took a proper break and from the look of my calendar, it seems like the only possible window would come in the early weeks of Dec.

Geez.

I wish things would get better soon.

Musings.

2009-07-14T21:28:00.002+08:00

Whilst at work yesterday, a colleague from the next office came over and asked us to add her on msn, just so she could save herself from the frequent walks over, y'know, "to bitch".

And so we did.

5 mins later, this "Xvolution" pops out of nowhere on my msn window, prompting me with a rather rude opening.

"Who r u?", Xvo questioned.

"Michelle la!" I quipped, while thinking, the nick's way too cool for a 40something OL.

Way to go CK, i thought, musing-to-self.

"Since when you changed your email add?" Xvo asked next.

"Huh? where got?!" I replied, bewildered.

She must have mistaken me for another Michelle.

(At this point, I realised that the subject's avatar's was looking rather dubious. It was the picture of a (rather cute) guy, sleeping soundly amidst what seems like very cushy pillows. However, i convinced myself that it could possibly be her son since some mothers are just psycho like that, right?)

"CK! This is Michelle from MVI! ELLO ELLO?!" desperately trying to trigger her memory.

"You're CK rite??!!!" I persisted.
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"Does the CK you know, happen to look like this? =====> *points to avatar"

SHIT.

Before i could manage to contain the tear inducing laughing spasms, amongst the HORROR and embarrassment, within the realms of my cubicle, he asked next:

"Do you also happen to know a Jay & Peggy?"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA.

Kudos to blurgasamy workmates!

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Jurong Bird Park might wanna consider adopting the Ya Kun along Robinsons Rd as its subsidiary.

The incessant chirppings are horrifying and i've got Zac to thank for this once in a lifetime lunch experience.

YAKKYAKKYAKK.

TGIF

2009-07-03T17:33:00.004+08:00

Its Friday arvo and here am i, lazing at this quaint lil tea joint along Seah St, with CTW fervently chronicling his busy schedule on his trusty little diary, whilst sipping the exclusively concocted brew of Earl Grey, sitting across me.

On a not quite totally random note, the Iced Pomelo Tea that i finished seconds ago, tasted every bit like Orangina, which led me to wonder, why was my bloody tea carbonated anyway?! The only thing that differentiated itself from my fav junk drink of all time, is the CRAZY $10.00 price tag it bagged.

So i asked for it, BUT BUT BUT! For a tall drink that warranted $10 moolah, the least they could do is add on that exotic zing. NO?

Oh hang on. Maybe tts why they added the bubbles. For that additional zingy zest!

-.-

Rite, nuff' of that. Still, i slurped it all up to the very last sip snd because we'll prob be here for an infinite amt of time, (dude looks like he's damn settled in lor), i got myself another Pineapple Tea.

Which btw, isnt carbonated.

Anyways...

I've officially ended my stint with MPB, though it shdnt exactly be classified as a stint, since i've been there for almost a yr n half now, but well, u peeps get da drift.

It's a bittersweet affair, really. While the place brought me many fond memories through the most endearing moments, it's also the very same grounds that led me to my deepest nightmares and the most daunting heartaches.

O wells.

Every closure brings on new openings i guess.

K, T's here and we're off to clarke quay for that urm, topsy turvy spin ride!

Shortchanged.

2009-05-11T11:43:00.003+08:00

I've been following up on some blogs recently and the incidents mentioned have very much helped me put things into perspective.

Perhaps one day, i'll find the courage to do the same.

Perhaps by then, it wouldn't have mattered anymore.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

The Weekend.

2009-03-02T12:58:00.002+08:00

Urmmmm...

Hmmm...

Weekend Chronicles:

The weekend buzzed by in a flurry!

Arena was heaps fun. Company was awesome and the spin was hypnotising. We shd start paying weekly pilgrimages, period.

Zirca was pathetic. *Yawnz*

Joe mentioned over the post club mandatory chatter meal that i should start referring to him as IT, which i got accustomed to, almost instantly - without a hitch.

Sat was gd. The drizzle alleviated the headache induced by one too many shots of Tequila. Slept the whole arvo away before waking up blurry eyed to get changed & headed for brunch. Brunch was a cozy affair. We took our time to eat, chat and read. Drove into JB later in the evening to meet up w the guys @ the bridal boutique. J&D are tying the knot! 7 yrs us indeed a long time (no pun intended!) and you guys have come a long way. *Hugz*

Headed for seafood once they were done haggling with the persistent sales chap @ the boutique. Dinner was mediocre prob because i was still stuffed from the earlier pasta. Took off after that and met up with e rest of gang back in Sg. Was totally knackered out by then. I gobbled half a mcgriddle before finally hitting the sheets @ 5. I had a pathetic 4 hr slp window before i was due to drag myself for a work shift at Natas e next morning. Brilliant.

Expectedly, I arrived @ Natas all grumpy & groggy. The kopi-0-ping did help soothe the mood a little, though i was really craving for Sweetalk instead *wry smile* Thanks anyway! =)

ok tt pretty wraps up my weekend. Adios!

Pre-CNY rambles

2009-01-22T10:46:00.003+08:00

May i say...

HONG KONG was a BLAST!!!!!!! Can't wait to return in March.

Can't wait can't wait can't wait.

OUI ppl! RSVP next Thurs lei!!! I need to know how much food to prep.

(Oh this is gonna be sooo much fun)

huathuathuat.

RRRant

2009-01-09T10:27:00.003+08:00

Couple of rants:

1) Sheryl handed me the unredeemed BOLT plushy on Weds! Gd things come to those who waits *hearts*

2) Got a free set of tickets to Cinderella on Weds too. That i didnt wish for but rejecting perks of the media could be quite blasphemous, no?

3)Went for K with the girls last evening and found that they added the Raymond Lam duet. *sighs*

4) In the same evening, tripped over some mic cords & suffered a dramatic fall - face/knees/hands down - with the bruises forming IMMEDIATELY. *Cringes*

5)Crept onto Ivan's van to hitch a ride to AMK hub for lunch on Weds. I am not elaborating further even if you're paying me.

6) Went back to Liang Court during lunch ystd to satisfy my Jap curry craving and was slumped to find that the to-die-for custard filled pancakes are no longer for sale. Haiz.

7) Publishers are still driving me up the wall with their incredulous demands. Nothing's change. Doubt it ever will. Actually this has led me to wonder. If i'm tasked with the duty of handling their marketing initiatives... WHAT DA HELL ARE THEIR MKTG TEAMS DOING?! Nothing decent i s'pose. *Snorts*

8)Today's Friday & I'm feeling every tick of it. The strain. I'm thinkin of heading home during lunch to give Sash a bath. Everyone's all praises for the new shampoo i got her & that has got me terribly excited about the same line of conditioner which i picked up last week. Love the smell of Lavender on her. Then again, i *heart* Lavender anytime. Its the scent of my shower bath, my talcum, my anti-perspirant, my hand & nail cream, my body butter & the dehumidifier in ma room & now my beloved pooch! *Sniffs Sniffs*

9) Maybe i'll jus head hm for a quick nap. I'm slpy from the earlier night of relvery.

10) I must haf at least 5 sets of 2009 calendars on my desk, excl the Simpsons one which is pinned up on my left partition. Thankfully, none of them are the fugly insurance/realty ones so if you're ever in need of a calendar, please come asking; esp. so if you're star struck.

The concluding post of 2008.

2008-12-30T11:35:00.002+08:00

I know I know... It's been a while & the cryptic music videos don't really seem to work for you isnt it?

So anyway, just a couple of rants.

Ho Chi Minh turned out pretty much the way i expected it to be, with the exception of the horrific traffic conditions. Getting jolted awake by an overstretched horn at 4am in the wee hours of Sat morning wasn't exactly my idea of a stress-free getaway, and neither were the brash attempts at crossing the streets that had me clinging onto my dear life each time i had a foot set onto the cobbled roads.

Still, a holiday IS after all a holiday so taking things in my stride did help soothe the irate mood a lil'. Having said that, not all was bad. Food for sure, was a redeemimg factor. The galore of pho, spring wraps & broken rice had me filled to the brim at every meal and it left me craving for more even upon reaching home grounds.

X'mas was spent over some rounds of bubbly & wine with a couple of chums over @ The Wine Company down Evans Road. Despite the drunken stupor caused by one too many clinks of wavering glasses, i was able to figure out that the importance of satisfying our palettes preceded that of gettin ourselves sloshed silly. The (seemingly) endless serves of Sausage platters, Funghi pizzas, filled Tofus, to-kill-for Molten lava cakes did the trick for me; perfectly complemented with some endless rounds of tear-inducing laughter toasting to the most ludicrous of causes.

On a not-quite-totally-unrelated-note:

Im freaking broke! I've been spending like crazy crazy for the past month. I know I know, its no wonder why when i've got myself a spanking new Ixus, went on a getaway to Ho Chi Minh & back, fufilled x'mas shopping list, headed on a spontanous roadtrip to Malacca, paid for my upcoming accomodation in hkg, set aside a token for a gf's wedding, paid my earlier credit card bills etc etc etc...

GOSH! AND THIS IS NOT THE END!!!

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

On a brighter note, it's NYE in a matter of hours and we've got plans lined up all da way till 2009! Hur.

Rite.

Cheers to the New Year people!

Goodbye.

2008-11-08T14:36:00.005+08:00

"如果可以恨你,全力痛恨你, 连遇上亦要躲避"

"无非想放下你, 还是挂念你,谁又会及我伤悲"

"前事最怕有人提起, 就算怎么伸尽手臂, 我们亦有一些距离"

"我情愿我狠心憎你"

我还在记忆中找你.

2008-10-28T11:01:00.002+08:00

The great weekend brought back an ephipany.

Sometimes hanging around with the right peeps makes all the difference in the world.

Flip side 1): The stomach hasnt been feeling too well and i've been burping on a rather regimented basis, much to the annoyance of my travelling partners.

Flip 2): Gosh i HATE Liverpool.

Re: The Longing

2008-10-16T17:16:00.002+08:00

I guess the plunge of The Aussie couldnt have came at a more appropriate timing. Just when thoughts about returning to a home away from home were hovering, the dive in exchange rates seemed to help firm up the perpetual indecisiveness.

Of cos, nothing's fixed as of now as i've only just begun scouting around of what my possible options are. To further my studies would be an obvious palatable choice and if rates were to remain, i might just take up the option. However, should this fail me, i guess the only sensible thing left to do would be to hunt for a job offer.

Even with the former option, i have to be careful about what i want to pursue. Furthering my studies in the same field could make some sense but no one really needs a Master in Advtg rite? I mean, why would anyone?!

Alternatively i could do a Master in Mktg, though the same demons plague me for the above mentioned reasons. I've also experienced for myself how dry the studying of this field could be, contrary to popular beliefs and im not exactly THAT fantastic in dealing with too theoretical stuffs; also contrary to popular beliefs.

I also toyed with doing Econs, only bcos i did have a ball of a time doing that in my last semester which resulted in pretty alarming grades but i guess that's only because it was really elementary & if i were to do a Master in Econs, i'm almost certain that i'd find myself on the opposite end of the glee spectrum.

This is sure getting frustrating but recollecting how i managed to get my bags all packed within 2 months after the initial decision is proving to be quite hopeful for me.

Rambles

2008-09-22T12:58:00.002+08:00

I would give an arm for things to go back to the way they were.

Only thing is, how far back in time do i wanna go?

Here am i, slumped against the couch updating this forsaken space on a quaint Monday noon while the whole household's away at their respective jobs. I was supposed to go for a long overdue medical check this morning but upon switchin on the tele', i saw that The Emmy's was on & i've been glued ever since. After which, Oprah came on & i felt compelled to be stuck for another hour watching Her Highness interview David Cassidy & The Cosby Kids.

I think some peace & quiet does wonders @ times. It allows you to space out, which in turns, helps clear the mind, which again in turn, helps sort out your thoughts. Truth be told, i didnt stay home on a Monday because i needed a break, nor was i feeling the tension from work. I opted to stay in today because i needed to clear my thoughts badly & there would not be a better place to do it other than at home.

How ironic. Gotta run. He's here to send me to doomsville. Laters!

The Longing.

2008-09-18T12:04:00.001+08:00

I just wanted to say...

How i miss Brissy.

:(

A piece of advice

2008-08-15T18:12:00.001+08:00

"Michelle,

Someone who should know better just won't listen to what you have to say. An improved attitude will help to make your present situation much easier. There are some things you just cannot change, no matter how hard you try. It is time to admit this to yourself and move on."

Just exactly what i need.

我怀念的

2008-07-18T11:24:00.001+08:00

我问为什么
那女孩传简讯给我
而你为什么
不解释低着头沉默
我该相信你很爱我
不愿意敷衍我
还是明白
你已不想挽回什么

想问为什么
我不再是你的快乐
可是为什么
却苦笑说我都懂了
自尊常常将人拖着
把爱都走曲折
假装了解是怕
真相太赤裸裸
狼狈比失去难受

我怀念的是无话不说
我怀念的是一起作梦
我怀念的是争吵以后
还是想要爱你的冲动

我记得那年生日
也记得那一首歌
记得那片星空
最紧的右手
最暖的胸口
谁记得
谁忘了

想问为什么
我不再是你的快乐
可是为什么
却苦笑说我都懂了
自尊常常将人拖着
把爱都走曲折
假装了解是怕
真相太赤裸裸
狼狈比失去难受

我怀念的是无话不说
我怀念的是一起作梦
我怀念的是争吵以后
还是想要爱你的冲动

我记得那年生日
也记得那一首歌
记得那片星空
最紧的右手
最暖的胸口
谁忘了

我怀念的是无言感动
我怀念的是绝对炽热
我怀念的是你很激动
求我原谅抱得我都痛

我记得你在背后
也记得我颤抖着
记得感觉汹涌
最美的烟火
最长的相拥
谁爱得太自由
谁过头太远了
谁要走我的心
谁忘了那就是承诺

谁自顾自地走
谁忘了看着我
谁让爱变沉重
谁忘了要给你温柔

我怀念的
我还有想要爱你的冲动
我记得那年生日
也记得那一首歌
记得那片星空
最紧的右手
最暖的胸口

我放手
我让座
假洒脱
谁懂我多么不舍得

太爱了
所以我
没有哭
没有说

Go Figure

2008-07-14T16:34:00.004+08:00

Dear colleague added me on FB, of which i cordially accepted his friend request.

Barely an hour later, I receive this msg on my mobile:

"You better take me off your FB. My ears are getting deaf for nothing again."

This my friends,

is the perfect epitome of a pathetic loser.

Traffic Woes

2008-07-11T09:43:00.003+08:00

While July's proving to shed some light, things aren't going too well for the boy. The poor guy met with a minor accident last evening, though with damages inflicted on no more than his left side mirror, and was most likely to be caught on camera this morning, for exceeding the speed limit by more than half.

I guess its a gd thing that he's leaving the car behind when he sets off to Malacca the coming Monday.

The perils of work.

2008-07-08T17:14:00.001+08:00

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June; summarised.

2008-06-27T10:25:00.002+08:00

It's been a terrible month. Everything's been turning out exactly the opposite of what I've intended for.

I cant wait for July really.

A short note

2008-06-20T18:23:00.002+08:00

Enough is enough man. To think i've held my silence for so long, only to have that tolerance come to a nought.

To say that im sick & tired of this shite would be an understatement. Since it's already been said that I'm guilty, I might as well be right.

I dont care what you think anymore. U think that i did it, so be it. You choose to believe something that'll cause you the agony, go ahead. Like i've said a million times before, misery is often self-inflicted.

So, gd luck from now on dear one.

Ramble Friday

2008-06-13T10:27:00.002+08:00

It's FRIDAYYYY!!!!

Despite having to work thru the weekend, knowing that we're at the end of the official work week puts me @ a glee.

And when I'm @ a glee, i find the zest to blog.

There hasnt been much happenings lately. Been trying to plan on a short getaway to some obscure sandy destination but havent got the slightest clue where. One thing's for sure though, the resort's gotta have a swim up pool bar that whips up an evil serve of Pina Colada.

Oh geez. I miss Phuket already.

Of work, the BF & mates

2008-05-09T12:15:00.002+08:00

So yes, I can't help but to notice the intricately spun webs that's sprouting ard here. It's been quite a while and to bore y'all with the cliche that "much has happened" would seem too much like a cheap attempt at justifying the overstretched absence.

Work's been alright, with the occasional peaks & the less than often lows. I realise I'm probably on my way to evolving into the typical OL when i feel this insatiable urge to tell you guys about how my Goss Partner is away to Taiwan on a work-related trip & life's been so quiet ard here tt I swear its playing tricks to my mind. If she doesn't comes back soon enough, I'd very well be on my way to befriending that dusty Elmo that's been residing atop her trusty monitor probably since the last century, y'know, just for some bitchin' comfort.

The BF & I have been gg thru a rough patch of late, which prob explains why there hasnt been much said bout him in recent times. However its suffice to say that things are finally starting to pick up and i am hoping that the adage of "what doesnt kills us only makes us stronger" would materialise in this instance.

Today's Friday & I'm a gleeful person on Fridays. So gleeful that I was spotted skipping my way back to my desk, much to the absurdity of my boss. As I'm typing this, Elton's on his way to pick me up fer lunch & tonite, I've got the usual drink sesh w Melia & Clare planned so that's all gd. In fact, I'm already contemplating on supper plans @ Bedok 85, relishing the thought that the warm gooey Chai Chee pork porridge would provide much comfort to that churning stomach of mine, which would have been filled with one too many glasses by then.

Back to the topic of work, it seems that lately, there's been a little confusion with regards to the duties that are required of me, as compared to what i see that's been stipulated in my employment contract. You see, as an A&P personnel, it is no surprise that i spend most of my time planning campaigns and working them out, followed by the same ol same ol' post-mortem evaluation process. Also it shdnt be particularly shocking that i dabble occasionally in events, source ard for sponsorships and get sent for shopping trips on the pretext of "shopping for premiums" but hey, that's all still acceptable bcos despite the pathetic pathetic sum that they're exploiting me for, at least these tasks have been accounted for.

What i dont understand is, how in the recent weeks, i've been assigned the technical task of writing the ads & essentially editing & proof-reading them before sending them to print. As i'm typing this, all sprawled across my desk are scattered sheets of copy platforms, awaiting to be sent to the editors of the respective titles, for approval. Although it does feed my diminishing streak of ego that they rarely get send back for further editing, I'm beginning to lust over the thought that I'd rather be home by 7, tuning in to some crappy soaps on Ch 8, then to be sloggin away at my desk churning out tacky one-liners for some magazines that i bet even your grandmother wouldnt give a shite about.

Still, this isnt the end of it. Just the other wkend, i was attending this event organized by my colleague at Borders and because it was quite a hyped up affair, I almost had to gasp for air when i realised no one, absolutely no one, had planned nor arranged for a media/press release to be distributed the media present.

Realising the horror of horrors, my boss, in her usual Pah-Liah judgement, swiftly shoved me her trusty lap top and told me to "come up with something!!! hurryyyyyyyyyyy!!!" in that signature pesty tone of her's no less.

I trust that it is with God's Grace that i did PR writing as an elective in my final sem of Uni and she shd really count her lucky stars that i did, because i cant imagine anyone else present that could have saved her sorry ass. Despite that being a really shitty piece that i wrote and i'm not particularly proud of it, unless she got the reporters present to write the release that was meant for them in the first place, she really shdnt be fussin' up much.

I have this love-hate relationship with my job.

How.

Bizzare

2008-03-24T13:42:00.003+08:00

Its bizarrely surreal how much things can happen in the span of 30 days.

Whatever happened to the mundane days...?

"Aren't you glad to have someone caring for you like that?"

Ha. In all honesty...

I really ain't sure.

Greetings from the newbie

2008-02-20T16:25:00.007+08:00

Before you guys are made to wonder if i've been summoned to meet my maker, I thought I'd better start documenting something soon lest everyone thinks im dead and no one calls me for MJ anymore.

I am totally baffled as to how you people manage to ferret out the time to blog, all whilst holding a job that requires you to report religiously at work by 9 in the morning. Since i've embarked on this monotonous regime, i can even barely find the time to sleep, much less document my mundane days, which then again, doesnt possess much editorial value anyway.

Not unless you're interested to hear about how I boldy arranged for one of my sponsors to come down to my office for an appointment, only to be shot a horrified look from my colleague who overheard the blaspehmous phonecall. It was later revealed, that in her stint of 2 yrs with the company, the only time a client comes down to see her (as opposed to her going down to the client's office) signified she was in deep shit.

Or perhaps you would like to hear about the blunder which ive made since DAY 1 on the job, only to come to a flabbergasting realisation YESTERDAY that i've gotten it wrong. So I've been made to plan for this upcoming event that's scheduled to take place sometime at the end of this month and from the very sacred moment that the folder was bestowed upon me by my boss, i had the impression (frm God knows where) that the event was taking place at location A. It wasnt till yesterday, upon overhearing a casual conversation between 2 of my colleagues bitching about the logistics for the event, that i heard one of them complaining about travelling all the way to the east. Eager to redeem them from their silly blunder, i hurriedly flipped through my trusty folder in search of documented evidence to prove my assertion, only to come to a horrific realisation that THEY WERE RIGHT!

Thank God for bitchy colleagues. I cant imagine having my vendors cluelessly smacked right in the heart of town, clinging onto the booth set-up under the sveltering heat with no site in sight, only for my boss to arrive at the actual event location on the day of launch to wonder with an arched eyebrow... and where the hell is EVERYTHING...?

Still, i love my boss and perhaps you should too. Not because she's a fellow MJ fanatic who gets all excited and bright-eyed whenever we speak about the game nor is it because of her series of 4-inch Jimmy Choos killer stilettos that never fails to grab my attention everytime they waltz by, but more for the very reason...

That it is with her gracious leave absence, that i am able to find time for this entry.

Till then ppl.

She returns tomo.

Day one

2008-02-13T02:21:00.000+08:00

So today marked the end of my first day at work and all i can say is...

I wished I had paid enough attention during my media planning classes to remember the cost effiency formulas for CPM / CPT calculations.

I'm glad i don't have a Miranda Priestly to report to; though i cannot say the same for the poor girl situated 2 cubicles away. *condolences*

Mode/Daniel Meade? Oh puh-lease, wake up already.

Screw the 9-5 monotonous reigme.

Job scope sounds promising for now. Am really really looking forward to running places and meeting all those ppl that my manager mentioned. *notes to self* Time to get a namecard holder.

Can't wait to get started on my first event! Exhilarated that i got routed in as part of the project. Sounds like heaps fun la! Beats a desk bound job anytime.

Comforting to realise the smart-casual dresscode attire that everyone dons. Hello Skinnies!!! Godspeed, Raoul.

Err, canteen food is... fit for human consumption, to say the least.

Cab fare is all but a mere $7, inclusive of all the other blablablas. The sweet sweet pleasures of working near home and of course, without being enslaved to the sinister gantries.

Damn. I'm actually feeling positive bout' work at an ungodly hour of 2am!

Shit.

Hesitation

2008-02-04T14:52:00.000+08:00

So the job hunt has taken an ironic swerve. It's insanely bizarre how those actively sought after returned no replies while the applications sent on a moment's spur generated interview calls. While its comforting to finally have an offer knocking on my door after 2 dreadful months of the whole application business, I remain a lil' hesitant because i am still quite unsure as to whether or not its the career path i desire. This might sound a little all too ironic and contradicting, considering my area of study and my previous passion for the media business and all but after all, the application was sent without much expectations and i attended the interview only because it was scheduled on a day that hasn't been filled with prior arrangements.

I havent got much time left to decide. Should I decide to accept the offer, Im due to start work the following week. They're on an urgent man-shortage for the campaign they're about to embark upon and would like me to hop onboard ASAP so i'll have the time necessary to learn the ropes and get myself acquainted with the dynamic environment. This all sounds a little too overwhealming hence i've decided to spend the New Year sleeping on it.

Taipei Taipei

2008-01-24T15:25:00.000+08:00

I think i've been unfortunately plagued with a terminal bout of laziness. Otherwise, how do you explain my reluctance to blog about my recent trip and would rather spend my uneventful days slouched against the bed frame, channel surfing till the BF returns or...

wait, there really isnt an OR, is there. That is precisely what i've been doing every friggin day!

Ok. nuff' about my exhilarating regime.

Enroute to Taipei from Hongkong. Super zonked. Didnt manage to catch a single wink the night before due to a sudden rush of adrenaline that sprung up frm absolutely nowhere.

The BF lookin all cheery from the 3 hr nap he managed to steal on the Sin-Hkg sector.

Better off gazing out of e window.

Fast forward several hours later, we're finally checked into the comforts of our hotel. Took a quick shower and we were ready to explore the streets of Taipei!

It was evening by the time we managed to get our orientation of the city right and of cos, the bf decreed that it was dinner time and so we went in search of the night market that was nearest to the hotel.

Doing what he does best.

Eh this was damn gd lar. Its some sorta deep fried bread filled w ham, braised egg, heaps of mayo and the usual salad accompaniments such as cucumber, tomato and lettuce. It was so gd that i practically craved for it every single nite that i was in Taiwan.

Some other mediocre treats

Ha. thats me relishing on another one of those sandwiches back in the rm. Yes its that gd!!!

The bf lookin all drained out frm the day's scurrying. It's been a long day with us arriving for check-in in the wee hours of 6am.

Gd nite!!!

Day 2

We decided to check out "wu fen pu" as its been highly recommended by friends for its hidden treasures. It's basically a wholesale fashion district that caters to distributors, which explains the more than reasonable prices. Apparently, shops in Taipei dont begin full operations till at least 1 in the afternoon so being the eager headed tourists that we were, we had to seek refuge in a cafe nearby as we were in the area by around 11.

Sub-the-Way!

So Wu fen pu was alright, other than the fact that i got dissed by 2 shop owners that they "werent attending to individual sales today" and ranted at me to "come back tomorrow". The hustle and bustle didnt do much to soothe my mood either, with scooters whizzing in and out of the already claustrophobic lanes, threatening to dislocate my elbows with their edged out mirrors each time they did a Valentino Rossi. In an area that's probably the equivalent of Vivovity, i was done in about an hr and a half.

Where next? As the bf and i scrutinised the MRT map for our next destination, we decided to check out xi men ding since it was only a couple of stops away and we both needed the 15min ride to soothe our aching calves.

Hee.

Xue Hua Bing!!!

yumyumyum.

The Bf wanted to try this "Ah Chung Mian Xian" as recommended by Dylan to be one of the "must-eats" during our time in Taipei. What he didnt tell us was that the store didnt boost a proper dining area and we had to carry the bowl full of mian xian and just pick a comfortable spot, anyway within 100m radius frm the store, to start diggin in.

Random bouts of ppl savouring their mee sua.

See that cup of golden goodness i was clenching onto? That's my absolutely fav drink in my time there that i had at least 2 cups every single day! Think it was some Kum Quat with Honey concoction. *SLURPS*

And it was off to Shi-lin in the night! I dunno if its me but i felt that the much hyped about street market was a little disappointing. The stalls were housed in such an orderly mannered that it resembled totally like the hawker centres we had back home. Novelty took a complete dive here but the food did make up for it though.

I particularly enjoyed this lil snack, loosely translated as "Big sausage wraps small sausage (pardon the inappropriateness) where the Big sausage was actually a roll made out of glutinous rice wrapped around a sausage of your choice. I opted for the black pepper sausage which really complemented the fragrant flavours brought out by the glutinous rice that's been stewed for hours. I thought i took a picture of that absolute delight but i guess i was more preoccupied with chomping it down than to give it a pictorial documentation. Ah screw it. Just go google it if ure dying to get a clue of what it looks like. 大肠包小肠, if ure wondering whats it really called and dont count on that big small sausage nonsense that i blabbered a while ago.

Sniffing Taipei & Hongkong

2008-01-06T02:00:00.000+08:00

AND WE"RE OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!

Cya all in 10 days

2007 in a flash

2008-01-04T16:53:00.000+08:00

This might have been a lil' overdue, but 4 days, according to my standards, isnt really considered unreasonably late so...

2007 was the year that

- I got engaged as an intern copywriter with a local agency and despite the traumatic phase of working under the scrutiny and guidance of no one other than myself, I'm thankful for the experience and the addition of published work which im able to add to my less-than-illustrious portfolio

- I turned 24

- Wailed the whole of my first semester away because i missed the whole of Sg terribly so

- Took on a road trip to Hervey Bay with the gang and fell in love with Magnum =)

- Returned to Sg in mid June during the 3wk winter break because the perils of separation was tearing my pathetic lone soul apart

- Flew off to Phuket with the BF on a 5 day escapade, barely a week upon returning to the sunny island

- Moved out of Kelvin Grove after having spent 2 whole yrs in that shit hole and bunked into Indroo with the guys

- Developed a close budded friendship with Phyllis

- Failed my Drivers =(

- Got my Drivers! =)

- Took on another road trip to Byron Bay and Nimbin. Munched on a magic cookie for the first time. Probably hallucinated whilst tracking thru a farm for the first time too. Oh yes, all while asking "WHERE'S THE DAMN FARM?!" -_________-'''

- Impetuously took on Economics as an elective in my final semester, despite having no prior knowledge about the damn subject, ended up scoring a High Disc. for it, which is ironically, the only HD i've managed to grace in my entire Degree

- Got assigned the role of a strategic planner in an ad campaign's team. Spent the whole semester bitching and being sore about not being assigned as a copywriter instead. Ended up scoring a Distinction for my role as a strategic planner. -___-'''

- Completed that cursed degree

- Waved adios to Brissy & returned to Sg for gd

On the overall, 2007's been pretty kind to me. It provided me with new opportunities in terms of work experience, led me to fulfil new achievements, brought me places I've never been and provided me with a relatively soothe-sailing ride with my loved ones.

2008, be good okay?

Dissipated zest

2008-01-02T16:11:00.000+08:00

I'd like to think that the bf and I are absolutely thrilled about our impending trip that's about to take place in the next 72 hours. So thrilled that we've yet to pack our luggage nor get the mandatory set of toiletries that will see us through our hygiene regime for the next 10 days. Neither have we done any proper planning on the itinerary other than making sure we'll make a trip down to Yung Kee in central, HK, as recommended by Ken for their acclaimed serve of Roast Goose.

Ok. I hope the zest returns soon enough.

Christmas 07'

2007-12-28T13:11:00.000+08:00

So Christmas has scurried by once again. This year round, celebrations were kept simple with the night of x'mas eve spent with a couple of friends over a hearty carnivorous fare of Brazilian Churrascaria - unfortunately complemented with a less than delectable round of Muscato that threatened to trash the attendees' appreciation of the nectareous liquor altogether.

And you thought you could never go wrong with Dessert Wine. *Tsk Tsk*

Dinner was good nevertheless. The restaurant, a humble holding place that probably seats no more than a hundred, was bustling with rampant cheers of joy and laughter, topped up with an occasional stretched blow from the party horn by the rowdy few that might have downed a glass too many. Between the few rare moments that i managed to tear my attention away from the fabulous crowd i was with, and yes, the astounding serves of meat that sits upon my plate which would have a caveman's appetite put to shame, i did a mandatory screen of my surroundings and witnessed a countless exchange of hugs, sprouting from the different corners of the eatery and the smiles radiating from both the giver and the recipient were almost heartfelt. Then there was also the incessant clicking of glasses, where a toast would be proposed almost every other minute for the silliest of causes, which didnt seem to bother anyone really because the whole table would erupt into a series of tear-inducing laughter that threatens to spill off the contents of their wavering wine glasses.

Its the season to be folly, truly.

Happy Girlies

2007-12-17T14:11:00.001+08:00

Ramblings@home

2007-12-13T18:17:00.000+08:00

It's seriously killin me to stay home and do absolutely nothing. You know your life is getting really sad when your maid happily struts off to Compass Point, leaving you at home slumped against the couch, surfing the channels on cable TV with a nonchalant gaze while the rest of the world engages in a ritual that serves to mark their existence with more meaning or perhaps, gratification, that is evident through a 9-5pm time window.

I've got some lofty plans in mind though, y'know, to fill up the void. I thought of taking up baking, only that the Leong family doesn't believe in owning an oven at home, hence unless someone decides to retract that golden rule, i'm better off practising the reflexes of my fingers via the TV controller. I also thought of taking up French, but Alliance Française de Singapour isn't located quite as convenient as i would like it to be and already as it is, i cant even be arse bothered to go down to register for it, much less making my way there on a recurring basis. Oh yes, the practical issue of preparing my resume did strike me too but because im an absolute genius at dishing out excuses to feed my diminishing streak of guilt, i've managed to convince myself that i'll KIV that till the weekend's passed because there are more postings on the Sat's copy of the Classifieds.

Mum's away at Shanghai for the 2nd time in a fortnight and i was telling the BF that at the current rate she's frequenting the city, she'll clock in more visits that i would patron the local NTUC.

I miss the guys heaps. The late afternoons filled with incessant chatting(and goss), the late nites spent slouching in front of the tele gettin agitated over brutally recycled plots, the weekends spent sourcing around for the freshest buys at the markets and those oh-so fabulous meals whipped up by the 2 amazing in-house chefs.

Please come back soon y'all.

OH THE BF'S BACK FR WORK!!! YIPPEEEEE!!!!

(and he just handed me a present, which is really made up of a humble copy of The New Paper)

Such is a fulfilling life.

Like real soon

2007-12-04T19:42:00.000+08:00

"Love you dear" he murmured as part of an epilogue to the 45min phone call we savoured during the mid-day frenzy of a typical Tuesday noon, catching up on the past days' events that sprung upon us before allowing himself to immerse back into the pile of documents that awaits his eager attention.

"Love you too" I replied, followed by a hesitant press of the "End" button that concluded the conversation.

Real soon. =)

Up North

2007-12-01T23:17:00.000+08:00

The surprise that was not to be

2007-12-01T18:30:00.000+08:00

Imagine my surprise when i logged onto the Uni's Intranet system on a lazy Saturday's afternoon, all blurry-eyed with the intention to check a couple of mails, only to stumble upon my year-end results, which BY THE WAY, weren't supposed to be released till after the weekend on the following Monday.

*TSK* Just like that, i've been robbed away from the mandatory pre-results anxiety jitters, which i promised Ben that i would suffer from, on the whole of Sunday.

Anti-Climax.

Its suffice to say that i did alright, albeit with the traditional round of "surprises" and "disappointments" here and there. Still, it's good news on the whole and to finally put a closure to this academic madness is well, comforting. Actually no, what's even more comforting is to know for sure that i wouldnt be packing my bags back here in March, facing another gruelling semester. Coming back to Brissy would be an embraced affair but to continue mugging for another semester, that's a different matter altogether.

Unconditional giving

2007-11-30T01:03:00.000+08:00

With only less than a week left before i officially disembark for home, I've been thinking about donating away some of my used clothings, primarily to help lessen the load that's set to cruise across the Indian ocean and a whole other plethora of reasons that i won't bother preaching to you about.

I did some research online, in hope that it would help me ascertain the most relevant cause(s) to direct the donations to. As much as i would like to see the items reach the estranged in the Timor states or the impoverished in Sudan, it will probably inflict more economic damage to transport the items there when taking into consideration the part of the world im currently residing in. Hence refining the search into one that filters results only from "pages in Australia", i find myself strangely resonating with the cause(s) that serve towards the aid of Aboriginal communities and/or asylum seekers seeking refuge in Australia which on retrospect, shouldnt be particularly shocking considering my own status as a minority in the country. Unfortunately it seems, other than the major charities such as the Vinnies and the Salvos which would collect my used items and in turn sell away these material goods to raise funds that would then help serve their relevant causes, no one really gives a shite about the overload of Supres and Cotton Ons which i've bought whilst entrapped in a jinxed state on one too many occasions.

There is a certain kind of complexity with this form of involvement that im not entirely comfortable with on the basis of several reasons. First, in order for the dependents of the organisation to receive my intended goodwill, profit generation will have to take place through the expense of another underprivileged party. I doubt anyone who's able to make a decent living would head down to The Salvation Army or St Vincent's de Paul for a wardrobe makeover. As for those who would offer their patronage to such outlets, wouldnt it be apparent that they are trapped in similar dire straits themselves and to seek a profit out of the equally, if not more, impoverished, where is the good in this? On the extreme end, should the homeless bums in the streets seek not enough dimes to make a purchase in these stores or when those living on the dole decide to channel their welfare dividends into feeding their alcohol addiction rather than gracing their presence at the nearest Salvation Army's outlet to stock up on their supply of clothing (which i doubt they do anyway, with or without the addiction), what then happens to these clothes?

Nothing.

They would not be in a more useful state than they would be sitting in my wardrobe till the next millennium befalls (im assuming they're not bio-degradable) when they could actually have been sheltering the ones who really need them but for the various reasons, can't afford or get access to them.

Please tell me i'm not the only one that's seeing the glitches in such a scheme.

Already as it is, "religious institutions account for the single largest share of donations coming from individuals and businesses" here in Australia (as i would assume in most other industrialised nations) and having the charity vernacular close to being monopolised by these religion-associated groups seems to suggest aid should only be offered to those who pledge their alliance to these bodies. While I'm a Catholic myself, i would like to think that the needy are not limited only to those who believe in my God. To cut the story short, all im trying to say is, (and i hope i dont go to hell for this), i would much prefer to direct my donations at a neutral body that is free from religious associations, whether is it my Almighty God or your Enlightened Buddha or his Sacred Allah.

And yes, i know i shouldnt be too anal when it comes to my repaying my karma debt that is possibly in the deep reds by the end of this post but this whole exchange of conditional giving, whether be it one that is traded in monetary or spiritual terms, just seems so wrong on so many levels.

I just wanna give away some used, but definitely in good-condition clothes to people who really need them. So difficult meh.

The Fav. Law Firm Returns

2007-11-24T01:09:00.000+08:00

OMGGGGNESSS!!!!!!!!!!!

(I know i'm on a roll with the exclamations. They happen to be the OCD of the month.)

My favourite law firm's back with yet another season and i can't believe i've been denied knowledge of this sacred truth (credits due to a blasphemous bout of laziness no less) for the past 2 months!!!

Now, at least those sleepless nights will be spent productively.

Elated

2007-11-16T18:24:00.000+08:00

OMGOSH!

Every tick of the late nites spent workin on the assignment of the decade was worth every tock of it! I scored a Distinction for that damn report which graced me through a Disc. for the entire unit. I guess the primary reason for my elation is because i was so not expecting it, especially after having received an email this afternoon circulating our group presentation marks which didnt exactly contain the most glorious scores. Not to mention, the role of a strategic planner in an advtg campaign team isnt exactly my forte either so i gotta admit, i am rather pleased with what i've managed to dish out in terms of my assigned duties.

Cheers to the weekend!

Absurdity in broad daylight

2007-11-13T09:22:00.000+08:00

My sleeping patterns are becoming the death of me. I cant even remember the last time i had my eyes shut before daybreak and accordingly to Joel, my bioclock has been adhering by the US central coast timeline which i have no idea where the hell that is seriously.

What's really irkin me is, the stash of soiled laundry that i've been meaning to do since forever is about to accumulate to a height that will threaten to put Jack's beanstalk to shame. Everyday i tell myself, M.U.S.T D.O L.A.U.N.D.R.Y and yet without fail everyday, I wake up only to find that the sun has set. Yeah, like its any surprise when its 1800 we're talkin about.

-________-'''

Which brings me to now. It's currently 920am and i've yet to caught a wink. I even took a shower that would help me ward off the sleepy bug, just so it'll see me through the 3 loads of laundry. One's done and 2 to go.

This is gettin' absurd.

Liberation is overrated

2007-11-05T20:41:00.000+08:00

With the ease of a click, i submitted the final assignment that marks as an epilogue to my 2 1/2 yrs as a struggling uni student.

You would have thought that I'd experience an euphoria state of liberation above anything else but the sad truth is, the first thought that sieved through my mind upon receiving the electronic receipt for the submission was, how i need not assume housekeeping duties for my lappy in the near future.

No more creating folders and then entrenching another series of subfolders in them and constructing more sub-sub-folders in the already elusive strings of subfolders.

As a form of celebration, I've decided to leave the dishevelled state of "My Documents" as it is.

Well i guess, that is a masqueraded form of liberation too.

Unproductive

2007-10-31T23:24:00.000+08:00

I'm beginning to lose my focus. These days, i cant seem to channel the much needed dedication into working on my assignments. The frustration of being unproductive is killing me and the only thing i could do is whinge about it.

The final assignment concluding my 2 1/2 yrs of Uni! Geez.

Now where's that bloody decency.

A post that was 3/4 done but carelessly deleted and revived with only a third of the initial zest.

2007-10-31T05:30:00.000+08:00

At 408am in the morning, I'm really supposed to be working on my campaign plan but i'm feeling weirdly compelled to blog. O wells, the perils of being a uni student and a rather ill-disciplined one at that.

Scums.

That's what im sacrificing a 40% assignment due at the brink of Monday, in exchange for a serious bout of verbal diarrhoea. Hopefully it'll bring me the gratification i so desperately desire and the enlightenment i doubt i'll ever receive.

Anyway.

You know how those stubborn soap scums that thrives on the bathroom and kitchen peripherals, staining the otherwise sparkling shower panel or tainting the otherwise gleaming sink, leaving behind only a trail so murky that its impossible to see through anything else but that layer of distasteful detail? It's ironic isnt it, that what once serve as a primary purpose for brightening and cleaning, now taints and requires a stronger detergent of some other sorts to help zap it away.

U c, that's the dilemma im faced with and no, i dont need no Orange Power nor Easy Off Bam. I meant it as an analogy if that wasnt apparent already.

There are some people, akin to the persistent soap scums, whom i simply cant wait to eliminate off my social list and for some karma-related reasons which i've yet to make any sense of, they're still lurkin ard, albeit not in a direct manner, but suffice to say, a distance close enough to make me quiver. Before anyone starts pointing to me and calling me an ingrate, i like to assert that the person(s) in question is some rotten luggage i ought to have disposed off ions ago but only managed to pluck up my guts to do so couple of years back. Still, thats not the point.

I dont even know why im going thru the subconscious motion of bringing u peeps ard in circles when im almost certain no one knows who's the person in question anyway. Alright, maybe one of u might get a clue and even then, i dont see the need to distort the already blurred facade any further.

I got off a (read: traumatic) 4 year r/s only to have the ex now happily attached to an acquaintance of mine. Sure, no biggie, i can live with that since recyling's the way to go with all that harp on the green movement. Afterall i dont care enough for that acquaintance to worry about her having to undergo thru the pain and nightmares i once did.

Only thing is, the new girl in question, happens to be a close friend of the bestie and a few other chums whom i hold dear to heart.

So in a rather bizarre fashion, it means that the ex never really did make her absence from my circle of friends but on the contrary, waltz her way into integration.

Yes perhaps the lot of you would wonder why am i feeling the tension and whether or not a certain inch of me still lingers for the past.

Seriously, if there are any remnants of a passion left for that woman, i deserve to be burnt in hell because no other forms of punishment would prove to be worthy of the stupidity that i represent.

But no, please dont think that i hate her either. I have too much love in my life to habour a hate for anyone.

Im jus disturbed because as much as i would prefer to have her zapped out of my life completely, and that includes not have her hanging ard my closest friends on every other weekends, i dont wish to dictate who my chummies shd or shd not be hanging out with.

O wells, perhaps seclusion is the best way to go then.

Whatever it is, enjoy the bangkok trip together and dont think that i love u any less.

The Little Leongs

2007-10-22T14:15:00.000+08:00

I received these pics from my mum over the weekend and saying that it brought a smile to my face would suffice as an understatement.

The one with the silly smile is Tim, whom my mum affectionately calls "The Smurf", while the one with a grouch constantly residing upon his face is Karl, whom happens to be the younger of the 2 as much as it appears otherwise.

I love my 2 darlings and i can't wait to be home.

an insane dash of spontaneity

2007-10-13T03:20:00.000+08:00

Tonight was heaps fun. Food was great and the company left me rolling in stitches. I probably havent laughed this hard since getting back in July and the abdominal cramps induced by the series of insane antics was worth every spasm of it. Hell, there wasn't even alcohol to begin with!

Now, i just need everyone's go-ahead for a cross-dress parrrrrrrrr-tehhhhhh.

*WOOT*!!!

胡言乱语

2007-10-10T19:04:00.000+08:00

不知为何, 突然之间有一鼓冲动想用中文落下这一片笔录. 自从离开中学以后, 就没好好的用中文记载过任何事件. 可见, 已经把当初所学过的在毕业典礼时都交还了给老师.

其实一直以来, 我对中文都没有太大的兴趣,不是因为嫌它难以对它放弃,而是是觉得老师们所教的华语课简直太沉闷了. 不是翻开课本阅读整遍章节,就是听写,默写,不然就肯定离不开作文或造句, 真令人觉得华语老师在一所学校里没什么重要性,反正他们也只不过是进来教室把读死书的妙计传达给学生.不过当然,以上例子也可能只是发现在我学校罢了...

我想我deardear在看这一篇笔录时,肯定流了不少的汗,象吃了摇头丸似的,不停的摇头,心理在想:"这家伙到底在胡说些什么, 既然用她半桶水中文写了大半篇的废话?!!!"

哈哈哈.

Now that'll be funny.

Zippy faces

2007-10-08T21:08:00.000+08:00

The visit

2007-10-08T13:34:00.000+08:00

Truth be told, i was totally worn out the whole time Pearline was here. Coping with a bare 3 hour sleep regime each night before being jolted awake to a day throbbing with activities proved to be almost too lethal for my otherwise flaccid lifestyle. The frequent drives up the coast definitely tipped the threshold of my status as a novice driver and coffee did little to soothe the irritation caused by the lack of sleep. The series of verbal diarrhoea, resonating almost like a mantra chant that threatens to subdue any form of minimal brain activity that's left within me, zapped my physical-mana along in its cause. Yes, think 孫悟空-Sun Wu Kong with 2 Tripitaka(s).

But fact is, despite witnessing my mortal aura dissipating before my very eyes, i also had a shitload of pure crazy fun and the comfort of reconnecting with a good friend was truly therapeutic. I know how i might have appeared otherwise with a constant grouchiness residing upon my damn face that's induced by the hectic schedule and a pending 2000 word assignment but i have to assert that on the overall, i really enjoyed her company and the 3hr slp each night was almost worth it. To sum it up, it was crazy, insane, annoying but yet very endearing, nonetheless.

've got heaps of photographic whoring materials documenting the gd times. Will prob upload them once i get rid of the lazy bug.

And its only Monday!!! *Wails*

The Holiday

2007-09-23T00:19:00.000+08:00

With the break befalling in all but a matter of 48 hours, i can almost sniff out a citrus tang embedded beneath the facade of what was supposed to be a well-deserved rest period. Pearline's arriving upon Brissy shores on Weds mornin and will be stayin till the following Tues. While this might appear to be almost like a sprung-upon invasion, the truth isnt too far away either. She's only managed to confirm her visit to me last evening, despite my incessant questionings in the past month about her plans and i probably wouldnt have learnt that she's already gotten the tickets set for Tues's departure if my gut hadnt poked me to ring her up last evening. Well, thank goodness i did, otherwise i'd probably elapse into an anaphylactic state of shock should i receive an unassuming call on Tues evening informing me that "someone's boarded the plane and is on her way to me nowwwwwwwwwww..."

Y'know what this all implies? In a nutshell, it means that the deadline for the assignment due at the fringe of 1st Oct Monday, has been unofficially scheduled forward. Not that i'm complaining (it's just a harmless rant) because i probably wouldnt have the decency to work on it till the weekend before its due, but its the whole last minute anxiety that's irkin the shit outta me. Don't get me wrong. I'm absolutely thrilled about the dosage of anomality that's about to be injected into this monotonous routine with her arrival and im sure we'll have heaps fun when we're not scorning nor hissin' at each other. I'm just sore about havin to kickstart an assignment i so awfully dread, days ahead of my intended embarkment schedule.

We've made plans to head to habourtown and im praying that me and my passenger(s) will arrive back in one piece and hopefully, in the same vehicle because it doesnt make much sense for us to arrive back in one lifeless piece onboard an ambulance's stretcher either, doesnt it?

Yah, speakin of which, i better rephrase my prayers just in case God misinterprets my intentions.

Bonne nuit!

Mamaks milkin in onto the cashcow.

2007-09-18T18:34:00.000+08:00

Imagine my astonishment when i read on someone's blog that a fair share of mamak's stalls (S'pore's equivalent of prata stores) in M'sia currently provide WIFI - services, providing their patrons an alternative form of entertainment while slurping to the satisfying goodness of their Teh Tariks. I've always suspected that residing down under gradually retards one's ability to embrace technological proliferation. Why else would i be making a big fuss outta this stumbled-upon amazing discovery?

For fuck's sake, even the local Starbucks(s) don't believe in providing such additional perks and we're made to pay $6 bugs for a dose of caffeine. *rolls eyes*

Still, despite the lot of such services being chargeable, it is undeniably a VERY affordable price to pay for at RM1/hour. That's like friggin less than SGD $0.40 and all but a whopping amount of $AUD $0.30. I dont know if this rate applies all across the country, particularly KL because capital cities have an infamous clause for hosting steeper living standards, but even if all the mamaks in KL were to form an alamagation to raise the charges of such access by 100% just so they could get new Cds and stop listening to the same ol same ol trance-inducing tamil hits while flippin the dough, it would amount up to a less than daunting amount of RM2/hr.

Cool man.

of uni, the asinine bf and tpe/hkg

2007-09-17T21:54:00.000+08:00

It's been a crazy week with hefty assignment deadlines scheduled alongside each other. Somewhere amidst the frenzy, i also managed to source out a fragment of time to tackle the cursed econs paper which, will hopefully earn me grades decent enough to see that i do not remain in uni for the succeeding semester. Alas, the whole scholarly chase is far from being over, with another 5 gruelling weeks before i officially bid the teaching term adieu and diligently start planting my ass in preparation for the final exams. Until then, i'm just eagerly awaiting the mid-semester break that's teasingly crawling its way to me in a matter of 4 days. Still, its not going to be all fun and dandy because i've got something due right at the smack on 9am Monday, where uni is scheduled to resume. Let's just say, i'll probably spend a gd 4 days giving the papers a flip and then after that, maybe dedicate a day or 2 to reciprocate my lecturer with the same gesture. Yes, i've got a serious contempt for all my journ tutors. They irk the shit outta me with minimal effort.

The bi-annual "butt's itchin to go places" syndrome is once again casting its tricks on me and in the 3 weeks since the ailment got re-ignited with a fateful click into the evil realms of lonely planet, i've set my mind on a million and one places. Clearly, bestowed with a status similar to that of a churchmouse, the only probable way i'd ever set foot in these places within the next half a decade, is thru the magical beam of my sleep portal. Now, that explains why when im not working (nor eating), i'm permanently fixated on that cushy mattress. ANYWAY thing is, we've managed to arrive at a tentative final agreement that TPE-HKG will be it, as adhering to the initial plans made earlier in the year with the gang. Unfortunately with a downturn of events as time would always have it, the BF and i are in a precarious position of being the only possible attendees. So ppl, get ure acts together lest the bf drags me on a food rampage for the entire period.

Speakin of the bf, he's been acting rather crazily these days, tryin all sort of desperate acts to convince me to fly back for the week's break. Couple of days back, i was lamenting about my insatiable urge for Chwee Kuey and all he said was "y'know wat to do". Then i told him how i wished i could have made it to the NATAS fair with him so he wouldnt have seemed so lost and again, he said "y'know what to do". Then whilst on the phone with him a while ago, he was telling me that there's gonna be a Chelsea Vs Man (fucken) U match this wkend and how unfortunate it was that i wouldnt be able to catch it. I heaved a sigh of disappointment, expressing my disgust for the ozzies' lack of ability to appreciate the game enough to telecast' EPL matches live on mainstream tele' only for him to give me the "Y'know what to do" for the nth time, barely 30mins into the conversation.

As much as i yearn for him to be jolted awake by my fart in the middle of the night, to be able to burp satisfyingly into his face after savouring a delightful serve of hawker fare and to personally witness the crushed and devastated look on his face when Liverpool loses to Porto this comin wkend (yes im disgusting and wicked i know), i know it isnt exactly the smartest thing to do. So i told him over the same conversation just now, that it really isnt economically viable, especially if we are serious about making the year-end trip.

Anyway, to which he replied,

"U very smart hor. U know if i don't spend 1.2k on your ticket now, you'll have another 1.2k to spend in hkg/tpe rite."

After all, i was just employing what i've learnt.

"Economics is the study of allocating scarce resources" (Layton et al, 2005). =

HOHOHO!!!

A short note

2007-09-09T20:55:00.000+08:00

I was chatting with a dear friend earlier on and of late, she has been going through some rough patches with her partner. In the brief span of 15mins which she managed to squeeze in before heading out for a night of grog-relief, I cant help but to feel her pain with every word that is related to me.

I wish i could have dispensed wiser words, or at the very least, provided her with some much needed comfort but like most vulnerable moments, i was once again rendered speechless. I know not what to say because while i could clearly fathom the immense pain she's made to undergo thru, i have also learnt from past experience to realise that she loves her partner too much to be able to walk away in dignity.

It is in times like this, that i wish i could be there to provide her with the company she needs and the reassurance that everything is going to be fine because i know, that in some point of another, we have failed to remind ourselves that no one is indispensable.

Misery is often self-inflicted. Chin up, dear one.

Road Trippy.

2007-09-04T22:26:00.000+08:00

Realisation

2007-08-30T21:21:00.000+08:00

I am amazed by my self-delusional standards.

Have you ever been stuck in a situation where a concession is made for your acceptance standards?

That is to say, lowering your benchmarks for a particular expectation, well, just because you thought you could cheat yourself into believing that "i can live with that".

Truth is, when you revisit your ideals and reflect on the initial minimum expectations that were once so loftily set, you'll realise what a let-down schmuck you have been to yourself, compromising on your bare minimum standards.

And it is a shame, when that realisation finally dawns upon you.

Our story.

2007-08-24T00:10:00.000+08:00

I didnt have the intention of doing this initially when i first saw it on Ben's but thought it was quite cute la, so i made the BF do it instead.

Some of his answers really left me speechless and that is when i decide to get back at him by doing one of my own and hence, its arrival here.

RELATIONSHIP MEME

==The Day You Met==

Your mood before seeing him: ambivalent

Who introduced you: He himself, being the thickskinned creature that he is.

Where you first saw him: Takashimaya Road show when he was made to go home and change to the right uniform for the day. All whilst munching a carrot for breakfast. -____-‘’’

What you noticed first: Another new guy in the team

What he noticed first: Dunno

Your first impression of him: Loudmouth and uncouth.

His first impression of you: yaya

First thing he said in your presence: Eh wanna smoke?

Kind of person you thought he was: Think very highly of himself

From 1-10 [10 being highest likelihood], how much of a chance you thought you had with him: 0. Detested him to the core.

==RELATIONSHIP FIRSTS==

First Hand-holding [where took place / who initiated it]: at some pub where he suddenly just grabbed hold of my hand and started sobbing. -_____-‘’’

First Hug [where took place / who initiated it]: Room at Kelvin Grove/ Him. Again, it was a sudden gesture that scared the daylights outta me.

First Kiss [where took place / who initiated it]: Him la, I look so desperate meh.

==WHO IS MORE [BLANK] IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP==

Horny: Him. Wins hands down arh.

Romantic: Me I think. I’m quite the picture perfect sort.

Sensitive: Me but he thinks its him.

Shy: Me. (actually maybe its more of unfriendly la.)

Intelligent: ME. No arguments.

Spiritual: Me. He probably didn’t even know Christmas existed to mark the birth of Christ.

Humorous: I think we both are in our warped ways.

Messy: Err…. Me I think. But it’s by a marginal vote. He’s no prim and proper chap either.

Lazy: HIM. No arguments.

==WHAT [BLANK] MAKES YOU THINK OF YOUR PARTNER==

Song: some weird weird Cantonese song. The “I LOVE U MORE THAN ANYONE” that one.

Movie: All zombie films (and porn. Shhs).

Food: Har Kow Skin and Hokkien Mee

Household Appliance: Errr… PS2 considered?

Kind of Dance: Striptease. HAHAHAHA.

Season: winter cos he only has 1 pathetic jacket.

Type of Tree: siao or wat. NEXT.

Animal: DONKEY.

Flower: Lilies cos that’s what he got me for Vday.

==WHICH [BLANK] OF YOUR PARTNER'S DO YOU LIKE BEST==

Article of Clothing: His pressed shirts, esp the RAOULssssss

Jewelry Item: His tooth fillings. NO LAR. Dun haf.

Favorite Band: he’s not quite musically inclined so dun haf.

Friend: errr…. Dilun lor I guess. Although that guy is like my ultimate jinx in MJ

==DO YOU [BLANK] IN YOUR PARTNER'S PRESENCE?==

Fart: ALWAYS. (under the blanket is a personal fav)

Burp: ALWAYS (into his face, much to his utter disgust)

Cry: YES. No false pretence nonsense for me.

Sleep: nonono. I’m a saint. I dun sleep one.

Eat: Nonono. That’s why I’m anorexic.

Stumped

2007-08-19T19:15:00.000+08:00

Back from Byron. Trip was a blast, had heaps fun other than the fact that i was pretty much stoked for the whole of yesterday which, i'd rather not elaborate on. The drive back today was rather depressing due to the rain which led to a gloomy weather and everyone was pretty much worn out frm the whole 3D2N frenzy i guess. Anyway, that's not the point.

On Sat morning, while i was going thru with the usual motion of procrastinating to get outta bed and into the shower, i was running random thoughts of random people, you know, jus tryin to briefly recollect my encounters with these ppl. I do get a lot of these moments where i tend to wonder what are those ppl up to now cos obviously i havent kept in contact with most of the lot. So yeah, you get the drift.

So on Sat morning, i was brought back to the time where i had this colleague who joined us for a part time stint while waiting for enrolment into Uni. We hopped aboard the company at ard the same time and being the newbies that we were, we pretty much stuck ard together, y'know, jus watching out for each other and stuff. We got pretty close naturally but thats about it.

So there was once, after work, we made our way home together ONLY because it was on the way. He was (prolly still is) stayin in AMK and so we alighted at the same station. He accompanied me to the bus stop to wait for my transferring bus and i told him i'll be fine and that he could make his way home. He shook his head and told me that he'll prolly catch a bus from the same stop, instead of walking back which was what he initially decided on. So the next qn that came naturally was for me to ask, which bus was he hopping on and he muttered some number. Next thing i knew, the bus he mentioned arrived at the stop and i stared at him. He stared right back at me and i was wondering why the hell isnt he making his way up the bus and clearly sensing my confusion, he explained that he'll wait for the next bus which he forgot to further elaborate why. I thought he was behaving weirdly and seriously, being the thick-skinned creature that i am, i suspected that he might have had a litttlleeeeeeeeeee "something" for me. Dont ask me why but at that moment that was the most logical explanation i could have sought for his irrational behaviour so yeah. Moments later, my bus came and i bidded him gdbye. Upon hopping on board while scouring to find myself a seat, i peered outta the windows only to see him leaving the bus stop, walking back towards the direction where we came from and that was when i realised, he didnt have the intention to catch the bus after all so what was all that about?!

Anyway, i thought it was awkward and i didnt ask him anything when i saw him the next day. He left the co several weeks later and despite being the chummies that we were, we didnt keep in contact other than the idle listing on each other's MSN.

and guess wat, 5 years on, and only having thought of him outta the blue yesterday morning, i received a message via MSN from that fella, askin me if ive been good.

GEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

I am stumped.

Sidetrack

2007-08-14T15:41:00.000+08:00

You know, i was just casting my net of thoughts over a marketing assignment and somehow it dawned upon me that one should NEVER ask a marketing-related question and expect something useful in return, only because you will never get a substantial answer for your query. That's the thing with marketing (advertising, PR, IMC etc...) isnt it. You can put it in whichever way you like and as long as it doesnt sound outta this world, you'll be guarranteed a mark for it. Sure there are a few concepts here and there but ultimately, even if you have failed to identify them accurately but yet manage to craft your illusive point of view over the plethora of words which, of course, ultimately aims to sell the product, Bingo! There you have it.

So, if you can't rely on a marketer for answers and you should never count on a journalist for the truth...

Where does that leave me?

and its off to the markets with the boys!

2007-08-13T13:34:00.000+08:00

Because i've got nothin better to do

2007-08-08T20:12:00.001+08:00

hummdeeedummm

2007-08-08T08:30:00.001+08:00

Guess wat?
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I'VE (FINALLY) ATTAINED MY DRIVERS'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

which makes me an official road hazard.

WOOT!

Life's been really good these days. Well, almost. Other than the lurkin presence of impending deadlines but yeah, otherwise all's sweet and dandy.

EKKA's comin up this week and as usual, i cant wait to get those teeth into the Strawberry Sundae! YummmeeeeYummm.

OH yes, and the Byron Trip that's taking place the following wkend, it's gettin me all hyped up! I cant wait to set foot into Nimbin and immerse moiself into the galore of err...

"vegetation"?

SHHS.

Hee.

Cheers to the days ahead!!!

An emotional Sunday

2007-08-05T10:23:00.000+08:00

It's Sunday morning, the day has barely started for most, and im getting all choked up and teary-eyed already.

In the midst of preparing a task that's due for tomorrow's discussion titled, "A journalist held in high esteem", we are to scout for information pertaining to a journo whose work we admire and explain to the class why we think he/she is someone highly deserving of mention. Most of my peers nominated (presumably notable) Australian names which i can barely make out based on enunciation alone and i was terrified when the tutor was making his rounds making sure everyone has submitted a name for the discussion next week.

When he came to me, i murmured the name of a guy whom i, in the nick of time, managed to scribble on my notepad while the tutor was offering examples. Truth was, i've got no idea who on earth was Neil Davis but of course, the magnificence of Google did provide its reassurance a little and all that mattered then, was to get Phil (the tutor) off my shoulders which i successfully did.

Ironically, when i first heard of the task, i knew exactly in mind who i wanted to base my findings on but yet doubted the appropriateness of its context, or rather, relevance. Phil probably sensed my uncomfortable vibes from the far end of the room and came back to me moments later, asking if i was from Australia. I told him no and that i was from Singapore and he then went on to ask if there are any prominent journos in S'pore that i would like to base my piece upon.

Almost instantly, i lit up a smile of relief because i knew exactly who i had in mind. (no not Sumiko Tan. *rolls eyes*)

Now, fast-forward almost 6 days later, im glued to the chair in the comforts of my rm, sniffling with a tissue in hand, digging up on past reports encircling the late President of S'pore - Wee Khim Wee.

I almost turned into an emotional wreck just reading about the man but whats more surprising is that unlike most reports surrounding political leaders which are known to have an adage of matching their commendable career with illustrious achievements, commentaries surrounding the late president, i found, focused on primarily a trait.

Benevolence, its called.

In an article quoting the Prime Minister Lee Hsien Long, of the late president, he said:

"Many heads of state are respected by their citizens.

But there a few who are also loved."

And perhaps it is little surprise, that the late endearing leader chose to be placed amongst the common Singaporean in his final resting grounds at the Mandai Crematorium
as opposed to the Kranji Memorial Ground where men of his status are known to be buried.

As much as i'd like to, it's beyond me to describe a man whom i'd love to talk about but yet know so little of (this phrase somehow led to me thkin about my dad) and i'm not gonna pretend that i know everything about him because truth is, other than the mandatory drill during our social studies classes which cemented the fact that "WEE KHIM WEE" is the president of Singapore, i know nuts about him. In fact, the school managed to propagate that fact so successfully, that i was completely oblivious of the elections that succeeded thereafter (WHAT NATHAN?) but still that's not the point.

So perhaps, i'd leave u with an article that is deemed guilty as the cause to a very emotional Sunday morning.

"Thank You, Dr Wee" - TodayOnline - 7th May 2005

Another random thought

2007-07-29T13:15:00.000+08:00

I have a random thought.

Next time, should the bf and i ever get our own place, there should ideally be a workstation, where we would have 2 desks; each to our own specifically.

Both our desks would then be aligned diagonally, across from each other.

Sorta like an arrowhead, without the points meeting.

I'd have the Mac and he'll take the PC, thank you very much.

Sick

2007-07-24T15:02:00.000+08:00

The whole falling sick thing never fails to hit me whenever im back in Brissy. Having barely settled down at Ben's with heaps of things left unpacked, i find myself almost bed-ridden trying to nurse the cold which seems to be manifesting itself into a terrible dry cough.

It must be the weather. Afterall what else could it be? The drastic fall in temperature and climate conditions must have done the trick for me and oh, perhaps the sleepless night whilst on the flight too.

Watever it is... Im jus glad that i made the decision to come back a week earlier. Its definitely more comforting to be missing out on the first week of Uni than the 2nd when tutorials are due to start. I've been religiously abiding by my self-medication schedule and taking in tonnes of honey lemon (as per instructed by Ben) and hopefully by the weekend, i'll start treating the pack of Homebrand tissues less like a soulmate.

The bf's down with a similar virus back at home and i do wish that he's feeling better already. This whole "flu-crossed lovers" fate isnt appealing too much to me.

Speaking of which, i called him earlier this afternoon because i was simply feelin so awful. I was coughing so hard that it caused a strain in the stomach which led to me almost vomitting and teary-eyed. However before making the phonecall, i hesitated for a while because i thought it was stupid. Not stupid that i was coughin my lungs out but stupid for calling him n whining about it. While i do *heart* that man heaps, i'm still sane enough to figure out his voice isnt exactly some elixir and seriously, what was i hoping to get outta that phonecall anyway...?

But anyway, i succumbed and tossed that rationality outta the window. While it remains that his voice isnt some sorta miraculous cure for my condition, hearing him speak to me patiently, assuring that everything's gonna be better soon did soothe the tormenting state a little. Well, perhaps that was wat i was looking for, its just that i didnt know it then.

hugs bb. Get well soon.

2007-07-19T14:23:00.001+08:00

Shot at 2007-07-18

Blah

2007-07-18T13:33:00.000+08:00

For some very discreet reasons which i've yet to make sense of, blogger isnt publishing my latest post dated 16 Jul so im just here to type some random nonsense to see if this shows up.

2007-07-16T16:10:00.000+08:00

phuket 1st Jul

2007-07-11T19:11:00.001+08:00

Home ramblings

2007-06-29T06:08:00.000+08:00

Weather at home has been rather tormenting but otherwise, everything's all good. Checked out Cold Rock's pioneering store today at Holland V with mum n vinz and ironically, both of them were more critical of the disparity in quality btwn the original in Oz than i am. Perhaps it was also bcos i stuck to the ultimate assuring concoction of strawberry w. maltesers unlike Vinz who had some choc+chochoc mixed in with more unrecognisable choc-bits while mum had Rum n Raisins with Kitkat. One thing though, the girl who did mine, CLEARLY CANNOT MAKE IT. That blurgersamy allowed one of my rightfully due maltesers to roll onto the floor before she could smash them and had the audacity not to replace me with one! Ive eaten more than enough Cold Rock to know that with the additional 80cents top up, i am supposed to get 8 maltesers for a Kiddies' sized cup of goodness okay. Bloody Hell. Mum was like pointing it out to her that one of it has rolled onto the ground and she just continued pounding n pounding in vengeance without ever looking up. Duh.

So, i went for my virgin Bwax apt today. Weirdly, i didnt feel half as awkward as i thought i would be when it comes to stripping it to a bare, rather, i was more concern about the Ouch factor. The therapist was really nice and assuring and tried with obvious dedication to divert me away from watever she was doing but unfortunately, it didnt aid in alleviating the excruciating pain much. It was FUCKIN FUCKIN PAINFUL can?! I felt as if my skin was being ripped apart together w the wax and it certaintly didnt help when the therapist told me how some of her clients have had their skin torn off in the process (in some other obscure salons of course) and couldnt manage to put on their undies for days as a result. Was obviously freaked out but my nervous patronising laughter seemed to gave her the hint that it was probably better to switch to a more assuring topic. So, i started the ball rolling by askin if they get a lot of crazy ppl coming in, performing their signature crazy stunts.

"FWAH, you don't know. We get a lot of siao ppl comin in asking for crazy requests one lor!" She said while delicately applying a layer of wax with precision at you- dont-wanna-know-where.

"Really? Do they like ask for EXTRA SVC?" I murmured nervously while tryin to peep at what was going on below.

"Tell you. There was once, this lady, after i've applied the wax on her rite, she insisted on pulling the strip out herself!!" , the therapist recited animatedly in ultimate disbelieve.

"ERRRRRRR..." i said.

"Ya. I told her it wasnt a good idea because if she didnt know how to do it properly, she'll end up hurting herself more but she insisted. So i just sat there lor, and stared at her for 45 mins while she tried to pull of that bloody layer of wax."

"I dunno whether to laff or cry man, when she was doing that" she continued.

By then, i was already spasming with uncontrollable laughter and seeing i was obviously not paying attention to her little actions, the therapist recognised the invaluable opportunity to rip off the patch at what would be deemed as the "most sensitive spot".

OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nothing seem too funny anymore, after that point.

I was literally sore.

-________-'''

Despite that, she continued with conviction to distract me from her noble pruning mission and filled me in with stories on how some ppl, obviously with the lack of common sense, arrive at their appt with their bloody aunt (literally) in residence.

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Eh, those ppl really buay pai seh or are they just plain sick?

Then she went on to tell me how she's gotta explain to her clients (EXPLAIN SUMMORE!) on how it wasnt the best time to do the wax but some of them absolutely insisted! Being the accomodating professional that she is, the therapist then advised her clients to go put on a tampon before the session begins.

"And then u know wat? Some of them can still come n tell me, "BUT I DUNNO HOW TO WEAR TAMPONS..."

"THEN?! U EXPECT ME TO WEAR FOR YOU AR?!!! SIAO RITE THESE PPL" she recalls in exasperation.

By then, i was already numb from all that intensive action that was going on below and truth was, my mind was threatening to enter into the same state.

I am seriously more traumatised by the stories than the whole pruning deed.

C-R-A-Z-Y.

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I've made a list of things to gorge myself with this trip back and tonite, it's gonna be Manhattan Fish Mkt over at Plaza Sg. While having fish n chips may seem like an ultimate dumb idea lar, considering the galore of hawker food ive yet to succumb myself to, I've heard many rave reviews about the place so i am absolutely dying to try it out. WOOT!

Shit. It's already 7am. Time for my KARATE-CHOP ritual.

The little things

2007-06-24T07:28:00.000+08:00

That's Tim, part of the latest addition to the Leong family. The other half, which is Karl, has been allocated to another of my aunt for play's sake while Aunt Cass and Uncle Keith (rightful owners of the duo) take on a short holiday. Heard from mum he's gonna be ard till the later part of the coming week which means i'll get to lay my hands on the lil one when i return on Tues!!!

Oh how i love kids.

of uni, home, the weather, cold rock and nandos

2007-06-21T21:29:00.000+08:00

You know whats worse than having to sit thru 2 exams on a single scheduled day?

Preparing for it.

My nerves are splattered all over when it comes down to Media Planning. It doesn't help when the answers provided in tuts are less than accurate and you'll have to rely on your own precision to challenge the proficiency of the academics. I've done the sums a million and one times, making comparisons with the other sources of additional information Ben has provided me with, and i am darn certain that the handouts delivered by the tutor would not make it pass the QC check.

Thing is, while many of the academics at QUT are of rather... esteemed standards, there are just a dodgy few that threatens to ruin the whole experience for me. Like the feat writing tutor that never fails to make me feel lk a commodity at the supermarket whenever she scans me from neck to toe, only because she will never talk or look me in the eye during our consultations which leads me to wonder if im that detestable a sight. Then, there was this international journalism tutor who failed my 30% feature assignment; accusing me of fictionalising a legislation of the "White Australia Policy" when i wrote about how the Indigenous were reputably denied a count in the census till the early 70s and how immigrants from Non-European backgrounds were denied the right to vote and were made to be segregated from the mainstream community or otherwise face deportation (which IMHO, might have posed to be a favourable twist of fate at that time). So yadda yadda yadda. Was obviously dissatisfied, sought redress from the unit coordinator, whom in stellar judgement, had the decency to review the facts before making accusatory remarks, and granted me with a Distinction for my paper.

Sotongs or wat, these ppl.

So in what is a prescribed destiny of crossing paths with dodgy tutors, here i am, resigned in fate, in my 4th sem with yet another less than decent tutor/lecturer for Media Planning. On a fateful tutorial somewhat in the mid of the semester (wk 4/5 i thk), the wondrous tutor spent the whole 90mins of the session, deliberating if indices should be rounded up, or down. Seriously, to some it might be common sense, but considering my deficiency in anything numerical, I needed that enlightenment. So you can imagine my and maybe a few others' frustrations. I stared on in bewilderment when she said that she will come back with an answer next week.

At that point, i seriously felt i had the capacity to tutor a Media Planning class too, if this was the standard that the uni was looking for in its academics.

So next tut came, gleefully, she (the tutor) trotted into class. I wasnt quite prepared for what she was about to deliver.

"So, i've checked with Mark (the lecturer). He's decided that Indices would not be appearing in the exam due to a conflict in information relayed by the different tutors."

FWAH. Power to the max i tell u. Instead of redressing the right information to be conveyed, they conveniently just stroke it off the exam list so no one, ABSOLUTELY no one would have to fret about it anymore!

If what is left is a lil' spark of enthusiasm for a media planning career, those ppl have seriously just extinguished it for me.

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On a brighter note, i am officially 5 days away from HOOOOMMMMMEEEEEEE. I know the moment i step down, it is going to feel as though ive never left. I just know it. Just like how its gonna be when im due back here in this God forsaken place 4 weeks later. You're gonna hear me rant about how it feels as though ive never left i can almost guarantee.

It's freezingggggggg. Yes i know you're meant to feel cold during winter, but winter seems exceptionally menacing this year round. Then again, i always tend to say this every June. I hope it is going to be the last time im speaking of the menacing cold in June. Otherwise, it doesnt boost very positive connotations of my whereabouts the same time next year.

On a totally random note, i am craving for nandos and cold rock. Will someone pls address my peri-peri cravings?

and i dont mean the nandos patch.

midnite snack

2007-06-07T00:26:00.000+08:00

I guess when you cant share the physical company of each other,

the closest thing there is would be a peanut butter sandwich.

Cute; not.

2007-06-05T23:56:00.001+08:00

I was ~~stalking~~ browsing thru someone's friendster profile and it reminded me of an incident that happened wayyyyyy too long ago but obviously still causes a intrapersonal stir no less. Otherwise why would i be ranting bout' it now, you reckon?

I absolutely hate being described as "cute". It's demeaning. Especially when coming from a partner's ex.

I remember the twinkle in her eye as she turned to steal a quick glance at me, diligently performing the task that would put the supermarket's zapper to shame. In the fragment of a second, she, to her best capacity, had done a complete scan of me and decided that a second was all it took to tell her everything bout this "new girl". Wilfully, she tugged my gf's shirt, still keeping her glance at me and pulled herself an inch closer to her ear before proceeding to whisper a content that resulted in an arched brow from the gf.

"What?!" I shouted defiantly across, challenging the throbbing thumps from the base speakers blasting to the full sounds of ABBA, demanding the cause of both their clearly mused expressions.

"SHE SAID YOU'RE CUTE!" the partner teasingly related the message; obviously blissfully unaware of the fairer sex's innate ability to construct a perfect sounding statement while meaning the absolute other, despite being one herself.

I must have growled from within because my eyes reflected the corresponding action of rolling a turn.

She caught side of that, pulled herself a seat and inched towards me as though i was her new besty.

"I didnt mean it in a bad way!!!" she screamed into my ear while pulling off a wretched smile.

"Neither did i, when i thought you're ugly", I replied triumphantly before the gf whizzed her way back to me through the dancing crowd, planting a peck on my raised cheeks, compliments of the same wretched smile.

Compelling

2007-06-05T22:50:00.000+08:00

I felt strangely compelled to groove along.

Did you?

2 in a million occurrances

2007-05-30T18:22:00.000+08:00

Thought i'd chronicle another bewildering incident just so when my memory fails me, i'd not be deprived of the simple joy that is self-mockery.

An ex classmate of mine from Secondary Sch, recently got acquainted with some girl. Apparently she felt that the girl reminded her of me so much thru her figures of speech and mannerisms.

So, she went onto friendster, sent me a msg, reminiscing about the wilful days we once shared and exclaimed about the similarities between myself and the acquaintance she recently befriended.

Believe it or not, i get that every so often that it sometimes put me in a doubt of whether im an object of ambiguity but ANYWAYS, point is, i said "oh really", and dismissed the remark; thought nothing more of it.

Couple of days later, their paths crossed again. Clearly still amazed by the similarities between us both, my friend got the name of the girl, went hm, sent me another msg on friendster, and asked,

"Rem the girl i was telling u about?

Her name's Melissa Leong by the way."

-___________________-

Seriously, what r the chances???!!!!

Midweek Spouts

2007-05-30T15:13:00.000+08:00

It's ironic how i always tend to feel numb at this point of the semester when all that frenzy's supposed to be engulfing my sorry soul. Well, its not that i havent been bz nor have i been out painting the streets red when im rightfully due at hm battling the array of deadlines. Im jus bemused by my innate ability to be this composed, considering ive got to complete 2 x 4000words paper and a long feature story by the weekend.

On the other hand, my prac driving test is scheduled for nx Tues and my nerves are wriggling places. Seriously, what do u do when ure feelin inadequate but yet your instructor assures that you're gd to go? It's not that i dont trust him or then again, maybe i don't! Maybe something at the bottom of my head is telling me how he wants to send me for the test despite clearly aware of the fact that im not gd enuff just so i'll fail and return to him for more lessons and then the cash register on his end will go Ching-Chaang!!!

But he's a nice chap eh. Other than how he terrorises me with all that roundabouts.

Enuff Blabber. Its back to that theoractical analysis!

Chaos

2007-05-23T16:03:00.000+08:00

State of Origin's on tonite and its got the whole of Brissy mobilized. Ardent fans are terrorising the streets clad in their mandatory maroon outfits, mouthing their cheers in a spur, swaying their massive flags, while the remaining less than vocal half, albiet are dressed in a similar fashion, diligently participates in a orderly human trail that paves the way to the stadium. Roads are utterly congested, traffic's a bitch with the controllers re-directing road directions, and while being stuck in the bus, you hear nothing but strangers striking up a convo about the aged whole feud between the 2 teams, it's upcoming conspiracy and vividly, a chant arises from the back of the bus. Before you know it, everyone on bus 390 has been rooted in as a part of this pious faith.

It's a lovely sight because that's exactly how ive envisioned my Stamford Bridge dream to be.

Only done in a true blue fashion, of course.

Crisis

2007-05-21T03:40:00.000+08:00

I know I am turning into a dysfunctional writer when i have problems alternating effortlessly between journalistic and academic writing.

For Journ, i get marked down if two or more sentences co-exists in a para so i've been limiting myself to really really short and precise expressions/descriptions. No jibber Jabber here.

For the other, i get penalised if there were less than 5 sentences in a para because in the finest words of my tutor

"5 sentences don't constitute to a paragraph!"

I cant believe here i am, deliberating at the ungodly hours of 549am, if a paragraph of 7 lines is considered too long or too short in the assignment that's due in 3 hours!

and yes, it's an academic piece.

6 more weeks of hell and im off to redemption!

2007-05-15T16:14:00.000+08:00

Im absolutely thrilled that words are beyond me.

So i'm going to let the picture, do the talking.

Yes. It feels darn gd to be embarking on an escapade with a loved one, where you drown yourself silly with the company that's each other.

Not to mention the highly anticipated diving trips, the never-ending serves of pina colada while busking under the picturesque setting sun and sure, the galore that's Tom Yum.

But you know what feels even better?

When you're not the one paying for it.

HEE!

Because i feel like it

2007-05-08T22:20:00.000+08:00

Because i miss us twirling our feet together under the duvet in the menacing cold.

Because i miss you running your fingers through my hair, delicately brushing my fringe aside before planting your mornin kisses.

Because i miss the way you would rise from your lazy slumber, check if i was properly covered with a quilt, before dozing right back into bed in a blur.

Because i miss you entertaining me with your silly self-composed stories whenever i throw a tandrum about "not being sleepy yet".

Some things never change.

2007-05-04T23:22:00.000+08:00

If you dont know me by now...

You will never never never know me.

2007-05-03T15:12:00.000+08:00

Ganz Suayz.

2007-05-02T20:55:00.000+08:00

With the much anticipated release of the exam timetable, it has been brought to my absolute flabbergasted attention that im scheduled to sit for 2 exams consecutively come June 25th. The first paper - Media Planning - which needs no further whinging, is set to last for 3 hours (God bless moi soul). Then comes IMC, which is no angel either, that goes on for 2 hours.

Ganz Suayz.

and oh. I did something really exciting today.

I booked myself in for a prac. driving test slot on 5th June.

Hmm... why do i sense a strange resentment for validation.

2 wrongs = right?

2007-04-30T22:40:00.000+08:00

What would u tell a friend, whom u seriously think is fuckin her life up through her own doings, when she comes calling you in the middle of the nite telling you she needs to talk and in the midst, delivers yet another account of ANOTHER devasting deed?

As for me, i kept almost too quiet because 1) i wasnt expecting something on that scale from her though i've kept to the wise practice of bracing myself whenever i see her number flicker and 2) I didnt feel i had anything constructive to add to.

I guess on her end, she must have felt really sorry for even thinkin of ringing me in e first place considering the cold response in which she inevitably received. I would like to think i am hardly cold to anyone (well other than the occassional attacks to the partner) but when i am, its prolly the only reaction i could possibly muster given that scenario.

I wish i could have spat it straight into her face on how fucked up she really is or how the company she's dwelling in isnt exactly gonna aid her out of perdition but somehow, i didnt manage to warrant out the fiesty zest that might have provided the much need conviction. One more note, the "company" really meant her boyfriend + his sidekicks but i reckon no one would appreciate having her bf stripped of any significant worth through a voice that's possibly a pacific ocean away; albeit them being wise words of wisdom.

So, while i didnt screw her up as i ideally shd, i did ask if her BF of 4/5 mths was offering her any kind of support. To which i learnt -though no surprising considering the sleeze that he is-, that he hasnt been workin for almost the same period of time since they got together. And so naturally, it paved the way to my next question which was the obvious WHY, in which she replied in a drunken stupor,

"I dunnoooooooooooooo..."

By now, it would have appeared bloody apparent that it certainly wasnt a gd time to deliver a 10min sermon to someone whom's on a high of i dunno what, but im gonna need something better than "I DUNOOOOOOOO" to dismiss me off. In the fucked up stage ure in, the best u cud do is "DUNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" why ure bf is livin per se a leech, if not, modelling himself after a piece of trash? Well done.

And so, after 15 gruelling mins of tryin to make sense outta this whole mess, she finally revealed her bf hasnt got the O's and thus, it was diff for him to scout for an opening.

Seriously, u thought despite the lack of education, he would at least be smart about clinging onto the prev job for dear life considering the predicament he cud potentially be in but no... the smart ass had a better idea.

Fight w. boss + Pride = QUIT.

U noe... 2 wrongs don't necessarily make a right.

Paranoia

2007-04-27T21:02:00.000+08:00

I was having one of the usual midnite jibberish sesh with a friend some nights ago when some point into our conversation, it got down to this.

How weird is that?

How is it justifiable faulting someone of paranoia, when his/her suspicions bear nothing more than the actual truth? It's almost as if im being paranoid for thinking my mother's female.

Unfortunately, what he said made rhetoric sense too. She is assuming her suspicions to be right without any substantiality in those accusations so despite them being utterly true,

She is sadly pronounced Paranoid, until proven factual.

The end

2007-04-20T23:39:00.000+08:00

Crawling on dialup has few benefits but an apparent one would be the inclination to blog more frequently, credits of the extra moments you inevitably derive when the other pages are strugglin to get filled with content.

So the weekend's crashing through in a matter of minutes and its bringing a smile to my face as im typing this. Im at a glee not because of Sabbathical reasons but the significance of another week comin to an end.

Im feelin rather zonked so im aborting the lofty plans of penning a substantial post and head onto the realms of the... errm... slpy.

*slumps onto keyboard*

much ado bout nothing

2007-04-17T22:21:00.000+08:00

i cant believe im channelling 15 precious mins away from Ep 12 of Boston Legal into the contribution of this entry, which you could possibly already gather by now, is no where gonna be near constructive but i just thought some interaction might do me some gd since ive been couching all day; completely void of any, well, interaction, other than those of Alan Shore which incidentally, occured on my own mental accord.

Seriously, David E. Kelly is the man. For a moment i strayed and mistakingly identified Tim Kring as the redeemer of my indifferent meaningless routine when he brought Hiro Nakaumura into my life. However what David E. did with Boston Legal, was that not only did he scale the redemption onto the same degree, he added choc dipped strawberries with it.

yes it is THAT good, if my entry is not resonating with u just yet.

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I was meant to resume with the much dreaded driving lessons today but less than 24 hrs before the pre-scheduled deed, my newly assigned instructor cancelled his obligations towards me. Well, i wouldnt have been half as pissed, if he had at least bore the decency to reach me personally, rather than appear in the form of a hastily scribbled note which my housemate cleverly transcribed from a phonecall at home that didnt request to speak to me.

how weird.

Anyway, i gave up on him, and his school for that matter, and took the liberty of engaging another of the same business. Happens their next available slot only comes in next Tues so realistically speaking, my hopes of being able to operate a motoring vehicle legally have just been pushed back to yet another week.

Does no one sees the urgency here?

I am specifically told, quoting Her Majesty finest words:

"PLS DONT COME BACK TILL U'VE PASSED YOUR DRIVING."

I need the deities blessings on this one.

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Theres this Gay Tennis Club here in Brissy that im pretty interested to do a write-up on and in observation of the 3rd Journalistic commandment, im expected to do a housecall. It is that fundamental as to an accountant using his calculator and a painter using his brush but somehow... i am still not quite accustomed to doing personal interviews. I am well, academically trained to do so i know but i jus cant seem to conquer that intimidation. As u might already figure, i am not very accustomed to speaking to ppl i dont already know so yadda yadda yadda...

Anyone interested in a tennis session come Sat? =(

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I know its a tad delayed in the mentioning of this but Hervey Bay (say: HAAAR-VYYYYY)was quite a blast. I took an absolute delight in making everyone swallow that spicy chix i whipped up that inevitably caused the runs to my dear friends due to an OD of dried chilli. Not quite brilliant, i would agree.

Anyway pics will be up by the weekend, that is if i manage to escape unscathed from the evil clutches of David E. Kelly.

Adios!

its either me, or the ppl ard.

2007-04-11T21:34:00.000+08:00

I havent been blogging all week and the best thing i can come up with is some ridiculous till its insanely funny thing that happened to me today.

I dont even know if its right for me to be yakking bout it because ive been sworn to secrecy regarding the intimate details of the matter but i reckon it shd be ok for me to speak about the LOGISTICS.

At bout 1030 this mornin, i received a sms from a friend in SG. That caught me rather offguard simply cuz she hasnt contacted me the whole time i was back during summer so that explains the frown when i realised who the sender was. Anyway, the msg beckoned for me to get back to her ASAP because of an urgent matter.

I replied immediately upon glancing thru the final fullstop and asked wat was the issue and if she was alright.

Less than a minute later, her reply came.

"Can u come online at ard 10pm sg? i need to talk to u bout something."

"ok, cya 2nite den" was my reply.

I thought it seemed pretty, ok, AWFULLY weird that she shd contact me in this manner so i dragged myself outta bed, grudgingly fixed up the dial up, got onto MSN n interrogated Zac if she heard anything or if the sun was still existing over on SG's side.

Everything was fine it seems, other than the fact that our friend frantically went online earlier in e mornin lookin for me and related to zac that she was lookin for me urgently.

I was gg thru my irrated nerves tryin to dig out some recollection of me owing her money because if i did, then at least it wud all make sense.

No such luck.

And so i got worried and when looney micque gets worried, her sane filtering system does not quite filter out irrational thoughts anymore and so...

1st: she thought X might be gettin married and so needs her back in SG ASAP to be "jie mei". (Zac went ... at this one)

2nd: X wans to borrow money. (then zac was wonderin y X didnt ask her first, if that was really the case)

3rd: She killed someone and she doesnt want anybody to know. (rite... who would)

Fast forward 10hrs later, i contributed my meaningless presence upon the www, or MSN to be explicit.

Was scrolling for her but no such luck, she wasnt in yet.

Suddenly, a pop up appeared outta no where and it was her.

uh... she was appearing offline.

I clicked on Zac n asked her to flip the orbituries to c if there was anyone familiar.

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After all that *&*&%^#@

turns out she needed me to help her with a letter.

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ok and thats the end of my silly day.

not a gd time

2007-04-05T10:13:00.000+08:00

For some explicit reasons, the people at Telstra finally came to the realisation that these 3 adamant souls weren't going to pay their broadband bills and it'll be a wise move for them to cut the bloody line, albiet the englightenment did arrive a tad delayed in their retarded system which is totally comprehensible.

ANYWAY. I just hope telstra wud remove the damn code securing our bigpond a/c ASAP so we can go ahead with the new ISP that we've signed up with since donkey months. But something at the back of my sane head is whispering the possibilities that they might make us pay up watever balance we owe before releasing us from their SO SO evil clutches so.

Thank God im going away during this dreaded period (and i dont mean easter) so hopefully by the time i return from the bay, thing's'll be up n runnin by then.

Something terrible happened last nite. While on the way home after a day of retail binge, i felt that something was amiss. Something was physically not right and a part of me was missing. I felt my right index being rather bare and as i instinctively tired to seek comfort in assuring that the metal object was still in its place, i realised in petrification that it was NOT. No ring on where it ought to have a ring.

I've conveniently dropped my tiffy wire mash somewhere.

I frantically send out a sms to the BF (been sending lotsa franctic msgs recently credits to the nerves) and wailed about the loss. He asked if we've got a tiffy here and told me to just go n get a new one, almost matter-of-factly, if not in a dismissing tone.

Sometimes i dunno whether to be awed by his generousity, or be appalled by his lack of empathy.

Adios amigos.

*heartache*

spouts at midnite

2007-04-04T00:47:00.000+08:00

Earlier on in the night, the connection at home went a lil cranky and i was unable to get online. That deprivation, topped with the repercussions of a sleeping disorder, literally paved the way into unleashing the crazy self i've tried so hard to contain over the past couple of days, with credits no less going to the CURSED INSOMNIA which's been plaguing me!!!

So the point is, after sending a couple of frantic msgs, i called a friend and we chatted. I must say while he TRIED his best to soothe and calm my frantic nerves, i did manage to catch him letting out a couple of chuckles upon hearing my wrecked statements. Anyhow in goodwill, he told me to refer to a prayer he sent over the other day when i told him about my slpg disorder. It was something about getting God to take away my troubles while i sleep because The Almighty watches us while we sleep so theres no need for the both of us to stay awake.

Geddit?

Anyhow, i replied in despair:

"i cant access my prayers. They're protected in gd hands within the the secured realms of Gmail"

To which he burst out laffin, again.

URGG.

Anyway the connection's fine now, as u can already figure so im gg to bed.

and hugh does it again...

2007-04-03T12:18:00.000+08:00

Caught the movie a couple of weeks back and i couldnt resist.

POP! goes my heart

Don't write me off (just yet)

and the oh so addictive - way back into love

The director of the last video also added in a couple of quotes from the movie which saw me burstin into laughter upon recounting the exchange of words btwn the 2 leads.
Def one of the better chick-lit flicks i've caught in recent times although i suspect it was the smart exchange of dry-witted English humour that did the trick for me.

Otherwise, it must be Hugh Grant la.

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Edit:/ I managed to find the demo version - performed by Drew instead of Hayley Bennet and in it is an entire segment of the movie. So feast cha eyes if u havent caught it yet.

Cheers

freakidori(s)

2007-03-31T23:06:00.000+08:00

I was contributing my usual attendance down the twilight sphere in the midst of churnin assignments when i leaped onto friendster and chanced upon an interesting msg i'd received from a fellow biatch which went like this.

Subject: this is funny

Message: i was lookin through yr pics n suddenly it struck me to ask u this... . . ..

have u learnt how to tie yr own hair n walk the stairs properly??? ??? ;P

Hugs, Ni

To which i replied:

Michelle wrote:
ok u got me there.
>
> with regards to ure qn(s)... i have finally learnt how to tie my own bloody hair slightly more than 2 years ago (celebration of independence!!!) and unfortunately no, still not smart enough to figure out how to tackle the bloody stairs.
>
> omg. u r 1 person i shd seriously consider whether or not to attend my wedding. HOW CUD U REM SUCH STUFFS ABT ME???!!!!

and then... she replied:

HAHA a qucik one as i got to run.... need to go to work... will update u more abt my perserverance later tonite...

Well.... Gd friends dun forget stuff darling.... hmmm n as for yr wedding
Dun invite me can also la save me on the red bomb... HAHAHAHAHAH ;p

congrats on the independence to tie yr hair though... . . glad for those ard u who had to tie yr hair for so many years!!!!! they FINALLY found FREEDOM!!!

Seriously... just what kinda memories do i leave people with?

Anyway, got tagged with a meme so here it is!

6 weird facts about me

1. I didnt know how to tie my own hair till i was 22.

(For a clue on how i survived my sec sch days, read the above correspondence. Lets jus say my friends must have really loved me alot to bear thru with all that senseless ritual.)

2. Chocolate does not redeem my soul per se the way it does for you earthlings. I dont fancy chocolates one twinny, miniscule bit. Period.

3. I have a phobia of people not pickin up my calls or calling me back. I cant jus ring once, no answer, and let it go away. It bothers me no matter how insignificant the issue might be.

4. I can eat alone in public, and be completely at ease about that.

5. My fav forms of liquid are as follows: Tonic water w. a pinch of salt, Oledendia water and Pokka oolong tea.

6. I only realised the hokkien term "chee-hong" literally meant "pussy getter", instead of chicken breast upon receiving tertiary education.

and so i tag:

Ben, Mel, Mel L, Zac, Des and Din

Have fun peeps and dont freak me out ok.

Somewhere out there

2007-03-30T23:14:00.000+08:00

"And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to ~~know we're appearing under the same window~~ think we might be wishing on the same bright star"

Cant help being a pragmatist.

The pursuit of our happiness.

2007-03-29T20:50:00.000+08:00

In the mindless pursuit of random thoughts this mornin, it suddenly dawned upon me that while the bf is a mere subject of the corporate rat ladder, i am but the pathetic result of a meritocracy struggle.

That makes the both of us, however lofty, equally cheap.

The much anticipated uni whinge

2007-03-23T11:26:00.000+08:00

I did a compilation of my semester's deadlines and i was seriously appalled by what lies ahead. It's so ridiculously packed that i needed 2 x A4 sheets before i could jot them all down and that's excl the Exams, mind you.

It's Friday once again and in about 2 hours, id be attending my media planning tute which is an absolute horror and the lecture which follows ideally after as an absolute dread. As i was printing out my notes in prep for the lect this afternoon, i realised that bloody bugger prepared 71 slides!!! Geez, and what's he going to be talkin about? GENESIS?!

Gotta get prep for Uni.

Damn Media Planning.

Redemption for those who need it

2007-03-20T23:09:00.000+08:00

Only if you've got an insatiable ego and an ample 30mins.

Cudnt manage it without a pen and paper in hand. I hope it doesnt say anything about my IQ already.

On a Sat night...

2007-03-17T19:34:00.000+08:00

I was in the midst of a video call sesh with mummy when my trusted maid Lina, came into the room and started laughin like a hyena upon seeing my boxed up face on the computer. Then while staring intensely into the screen, she asked seriously albeit playfully, if i wanted freshly blended Starfruit Juice.

Just when i thought i was settling fine, someone's gotta disrupt it again.

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The day flew by once again and while i made a mental note to get my laundry done, the act pretty much remained mental. Completed part of an assignment that's due Monday and made yet another mental note to get the remaining bits completed b4 bed time. My hands are itchin to get started on SIMS 2 but that'll have to wait till im done with addressing Pt 2.

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Anyway here are some pics from ions ago. It wasnt till i chatted with the BF that he questioned the whereabouts of them. Its a continuation of the Sentosa post below.

While most ppl would primarily plan a trip to Sentosa then make a mental note to head to Mt Faber for drinks/dinner... We kinda just did the opposite.

Ive been havin severe cravings for Foie Gras ever since returnin to SG and the BF finally succumbed to my demands and dutifully brought me to dinner! That was when i suggested makin a trip down to Sentosa since we had the cable car tickets. Dont blame us. Our minds kinda cohesively work backwards so NEVER trust us to any planning of events although i must admit to having a rather lofty career in events planning sometime when i was a di-illusionised poly student.

After a day's pining... we're finally here!

We must have waited for at least 30mins as the BF scouts ard impatiently.

Failed to capture the Sunset but it was nevertheless truly therapeutic for the hopeless romantic (that is me).

After a 45min arduous wait, we were finally presented with what made the trip worthwhile.

While it was truly divine and certainly palettes pleasing, i wouldnt say its the best ive tasted ALTHOUGH it really was pretty gd. However if you're lookin to impress your date who is truly a Foie Gras connoisseur, do make it a point to bring him/her/it to St Pierre's over at riverside walk. A note though; if you're havin thoughts about making St Pierre's your next V-day mandatory place of visit, you might like to start saving up now.

No prizes for guessing who this is meant to feed. I *heart* marinara Aglio Olio anywhere, anytime!

For the carnivore in him, a *something something* steak with prawn combo. Needless to add, the prawns were designated to me eventually of cos. =)

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Tomo's we're heading over to Mel's and Benny's for a potluck dinner sesh but not before dropping by Sunnybank in e mornin to get the necessities. Rite, that reminds me that ive gotta get cammie charged up. I absolutely cant wait bcos we've been promised kong bak bau (braised pork belly erm, pao?), Curry, Chix wings, Fried Bee Hoon and the Thai dessert of Mango with glutinous rice!!!! Which reminds me... i better scurry to finish up the last bit of the assignment lest i turn up as a very very soul tomo in the midst of all that happy faces.

Cheers to the new week!

Midweek grumbles

2007-03-15T17:54:00.000+08:00

Its amazing how time can fly and yet im bloody bored while watching it whiz before my very eyes.

Its contradicting i know but it happens!!!

Public transport, buses in particular, has been such a bitch all week! They've either been terribly LATE or unanimously decided that a detour down the 3rd dimension would pose more excitment than arrving dutifully at my stop, thus explaining the X-Files inspired disappearances. Even the usual timely ones were guilty of committing the same foul which explains why it took me a friggin hour to get home from the city today - of which 50mins was spent vegetating at the darn stop pining for the damn bus. As a measure of adding onto your comic relief pleasure, i might add that i was luggin onto a damn BIN which i got from BIG W in the spur of a moment.

But on a brighter note...

my humble abode's finally home to a BIN. Not just any wastepaper basket but a proper kitchen BIN! I cant possibly express how thankful i am for makin the 'spur of a moment' buy. I even got accessories for my latest acquisition, more humbly known as - Garbage Bags cos i am simply so sick n tired of frantically havin to collect plastic bags from misc places as though it was my latest hobby.

So yeah.

the crankiness that once were.

2007-03-14T13:41:00.000+08:00

I took the liberty of pluckin this out from Zac's friendster.

How many words do you think that's worth?