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2007-04-03T14:00:00.000+08:00

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Lost and confused

2007-01-12T20:17:00.000+08:00

It's been say 2 weeks since I took this blog offline.

It feels a little strange.

It's been something I have been keeping for a while for like a few years already. Suddenly I feel like something's missing from my life.

Maybe I may be able to upload all these in the a few days, a few weeks, a couple of months or even a year, or maybe not. I'll never know for sure. We'll see.

Things with me have been going really strangely.

I've walked away from something, had a completely different perspective, tried embracing new ideas and people, changed my living environment but...

Why?

Someone I once dated reminded me I am loved for who I was but am I still that person?

Life has so many I-don't-knows.

I don't know.

You "C"

2006-12-14T16:27:00.000+08:00

The country that Singapore wants to model after.

We have a lonnnggg way to go. The biggest challenge is the PEOPLE.

It's a long walk but who knows, we'll get there eventually.

Yes, we'll need some directions..

A rest time and time maybe,

And climb lotsa stairs to get where we want.

Lovely airport huh.

Love the wide-open spaces, use of natural and artificial lights,

exposed cement look, dashes of red to add some warmth,

limited use of steel (and other metals) to take away the hardness of the place...

It's like a MoMa.

And us travellers, pieces of moving installation art.

Depicting commuting, communication, commitment and companionship.

Serenity

2006-12-12T03:27:00.000+08:00

It's winter.

1 degress celcius in the early afternoon.

Nose is frozen, bleeding, uncomfortable.

Are my hand still there?

There's nobody where I am at.

SeewhatImean?

Silence except for the traffic.

Serenity?

2006-12-11T15:08:00.000+08:00

What do you do when your gut tells you fervently what you should be doing, constantly?

Go with it I tell ya.

Go with it

2006-12-11T14:19:00.001+08:00

The cookie crumbled

I laughed

2006-12-08T11:18:00.000+08:00

Brandon is so dog funny!!! Muahahaha!

Last nite was the UnExpected night.

Deciding to spring fresh Perth Apple Strudels on Shirlyn and Brandon, I rushed over to Walas right after touching down.

Thinking about it now while blogging makes me wanna get a huge slice for myself. Hey, I will.

*brb*

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Right. Hmm..eating makes me so happy.

Dessert makes me haps.

Fresh ones especially.

I have so much to be thankful for don't I.

I'm alive. Nuf said.

Reading the blog of some girl that I don't know, who has cancer and passed away like within less than a year of receiving treatment...

I feel really blessed.

If I know I have to go... what would I do? Hmm... I'll definitely call up people I care about and tell them how much they mean to me and how special they are.

I let all the people I love know that they mean the world to me and I will love them forever and ever and ever.

Then I'll quit my job and go back to school... till I die la.

No unfulfilled wishes here cos I pretty much did a lot of shit already. It's my "live everyday to the max" rule.

Guess I just wanna be with the ones I love before I go...

Love. What a strange feeling. Powerful.

Back to last night.

So after Walas, S and I went GROCERY shopping!

In a few days, I would be shipped over to some cold, miserable, boring and expensive country to work, for many, many days, so I figure it's best I stock up and not die a terrible death while I am there.

S is really concentrating on what to get man

You would never have guess they are mushrooms if I didn't tell you right...

"Cold Storage is a little dirty. Let's help clean it up a bit. Hey, I found the perfect tool!"

And the money shot of the night goes to...

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Being wheeled around at top speed (supermarket trolley top speed that is) with my heavy ass ensuring I wouldn't fly off is real fun!

Muahahaha.

I asked Nige what he was doing behind me and he was like..., "Hiding."
Ya. Ya. I know. I'm so big you can so hide behind me lor.

My damage was S$78. Just on groceries.

Fat.

It was prata at the kopitiam after that. Brandon and a whole bunch of his friends joined us and boy did we have a swell time.

Brandon: You know, if you add "dog" to an expletive, it would top it and make it more powerful.

Brandon: Like if someone scolded you, "cheebye", you say back, "DOG cheebye" cos it's like more powerful than "cheebye". So say, "DOG cheebye" k.

Everyone: *Breaks out in laughter*

The night was filled with Brandon's theories and corny jokes.

Haven't laughed so hard in a while. I want someone so funny and with so much wit.

We asked him to start a podcast cos he's just soooo good. He would call it:
Happiness is a warm gun.

That's another story. I need to go swim. Shan Mei's on my ass about still being at home.

Stomach this

2006-12-05T20:45:00.000+08:00

My yogi once told me, "Women store their emotions in their stomach. The lower abdomen to be precise."

That's why a lot of women develop cysts, colic/bad/upset/problematic stomach at some points of their life cos of accumulation from what's going on or have gone wrong (in the past).

Me? Think visiting the bathroom so many times today is an indication that the cupcakes are no longer safe for consumption or that my emotions are running wild. The bleeding time of the month makes it a little more difficult to tell too.

You pick.

Maisy, thanks for the cupcakes!! Shans, thanks for bringing it back!
Dam Fed-Ex, why don't you guys do perishables?!

And Karen, thanks for housing it :)

Argh, stomach churning, hurts.

Resting now.

PS: Anyone has an antidote to a lethal concoction of heartache and PMS (read: stomach cramps and massive mood swings)? Do tell.

Ever

2006-12-04T15:25:00.000+08:00

Ever feel like your mental health is deteriorating?

Like you're close to losing it all?

Super super

2006-12-03T01:09:00.000+08:00

It's over. Not intending to sound melodramatic but it's really over. Together with the lost information, lost pictures and messages.

Hanging out with Milia brought the sunshine out (of me) again.

High tea at Marriott even though I was stuffed from the beach, just to satisfy her cravings, was a little hard to swallow but hey, for my girrrl friend, I'll willingly force-feed myself a little.

Yes, with all that Delifrance in me body, I high-teaed right after. Amazing. No wonder my mom's complaining I'm fat.
Whatever la :P

Back to bad luck, the wire from my charger for my Mac spontaneously caught fire and I was slapped with a $150 replacement fee and a panic attack from almost burning my room down. Not funny.

The over-exposed look is intended. Dam over-priced thing!
The sparks that emitted from the wire made me think that little people living inside the wire were celebrating their New Year with mini-fireworks.

And, oh, I visited Tokyo. Don't feel like talking much today so it's gonna be more meaningless photos. Enjoy.

Don't you think they look alike? Freaky? No.

This looks even more disturbing. Eat a bowl of baby.

A visit to Japan will not be complete without paying homage to...

I remember Maine taking fotos of all my Hello Kitty stuff in my room when I was visiting, in Melbourne. Kekeke. I kinda have like quite a little collection but let's not talk about it.

I know, quite unexpected of me.

Kekeke.

Remember these?

I used to blow really pretty bubbles with them. I want!

I found it from this kitschy shop in the middle of some suburban mall.

They are the ones who sell the babies-in-a-bowl too.

And these cute Jappy Hello Kitty Mirrors.

A fool and his money are soon parted.

No. I didn't buy the mirror, but I DID buy a lot of other crap.

The supermarket is super-stocked. If I lived here, I would hang out here everyday.

Check out the perfectly-formed honey dews. Got stems somemore

The mother of all honey dews.

How do they live like that. I would be super obese if I resided in Japan.

More retro growing up stuff. Those balls of gum in a box with like strawberry, grape, orange and I-can't-recall-what flavour-do you remember them?

Well, I found them in the supermarket and a GIANT version at that kitschy store. I bought it all. Yums!

Yeew, I look like an idiot holding them up. Hiak Hiak.

And so, the night concluded with a visit to a nearby village for a pipping hot bowl of ramen. If not for some cream puffs I was supposed to get for this someone someone (who hasn't yet claimed them from me), I would be sleeping pass dinner cos I had been up for more than 30 hours.

Hotel Sour

2006-11-28T10:54:00.000+08:00

Yay! I have a life now.

Next stop, a new fone. A new Memory Stick for the fone, a new bag... Hmm.. some friends of mine told me I should start some sorta fund. A "Jacqui-got-her-bag-stolen-let's-get-everything-replaced" kinda fund. I could put my Singapore Savings account no up and see how much anyone and everyone could or would donate. What do you think? *lol*

I'm so broke trying to replace most or some of the stuff that got stolen I lapse into occasional despair. I'll need to visit San Francisco, Hong Kong, New York, any state in Australia and more just to be able to get some of them and that does not guarantee the return of everything.

*boohoo*

Ok, no more moping.

I got some emails from non-friends and non-strangers telling me they would like it if I could put up more pictures of where I'm at so here's the hotel I was staying at in London. I would put up more if I had my fone back. *sulk*

My Sony Ericsson k800i with a Cybershot 3.2 megapixel is pretty convenient to shoot and the pictures aren't half bad. Here are some before the fone got nipped:

Hotel lobby

They have huge spaces in the lobby for installation art pieces. Noice!

My fire escape route... *grin*

I love shooting pics of toilets for some reason...

Here's where Olive crashed for a night. She slept so quietly and quickly I almost forgot she was in my room.

Notice most of my pictures have a green hue? I like this hotel even more cos there's so much GREEN!

Since there rest of the pics are in the memory card of the fone, you people would just have to make do with these. Till a new fone..

2006-11-25T19:45:00.000+08:00

Room arrest over.

Now i can try to get my life back.

Get my SIM card, make police report.

I'm still sad at the loss of my beloved material things.

Yes, material as they may be, they are still important.

Sigh

2006-11-25T10:50:00.000+08:00

I have never feared anyone quite like I fear you.

Asshole doesn't even begin to describe you.

It almost seems like a compliment instead.

Thanks for making me run in the heat.
Thanks for pushing me to the edge.
Thanks for giving me so much "excitement" in one morning and making me hitch a ride from a complete stranger, out of desperation, anger and fear.
(Think she must think I am loony or just extremely desperate)

Loved my parting words to you.

The last time I did something like this I was dating a nutcase and that was years ago.

Well, I couldn't choose could I. Ha, you couldn't too come to think of it.

You lucky bastard.

2006-11-25T02:42:00.000+08:00

Watching My Sassy Girl for the fifth or sixth time...

I am still tearing like a never-ending fountain.

*sniff*

Pachelbel's Canon in D.

I miss hearing you play it for me.

This hurt me more than I thought it would

2006-11-23T08:42:00.000+08:00

Crushed.

Crestfallen.

Guilty.

Distressed.

Down.

Inconsolable.

Low-spirited.

Regretful.

Sullen.

Miserable.

Mournful

Woeful

Wretched.

Devastated.

My cellphone of all things. That's where memories are kept. Precious messages are stored. Numbers. Pictures. Messages that mean the whole world to me.

*sob*

*sniff*

Take my Witchery bag (from Brisbane), my matching umbrella (from Toyko), my too-coo-for-school wallet/purse (from San Francisco), my ID (which would costs S$500 to replace), my US$100 over dollars, my miserable pounds, my platinum visas and my black amex. Enjoy my new unworn shades, my earphones for my fone, my bottle of Brand's Essence of Chicken, my nail buff, cotton and nail varnish remover, wet tissues with antiseptic cleansing properties, my incredible concealer (from New York), my Hello Kitty mini comb and mirror set (from Hong Kong), my yummy strawberry lip balm (also from San Francisco), my new Anna Sui rouge and my discontinued Mac lipstick. Ya, take it all.

But why take my precious fone. It was given as a birthday present from my precious, dearest brother.

*Sob*

I can feel my heart ache.

Thank you Maisy for topping up my S. credit.

Thanks Tanya for helping me get hold of Olive.

Thanks Olive. For dinner.

A friend in need... are friends indeed.

My silver linings.

Ah, Life.

*resigned sigh*

The wolf who cried fire

2006-11-21T20:28:00.000+08:00

GROUCHINESS!!!!!!!!!

The fire alarm in my trendy boutique hotel just went off and I refused to get up for the longest time cos it's usually never a big deal.

The fucking alarm is so ear-piercing. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

GROUCHINESS!!!!!!!!!

So after a lloonngg time I decided to call the operator and went like, "Is there really a fire?".

She went, " Yes, mam. Please leave your room now." in a super pleading voice.

GROUCHINESS!!!!!!!!!

In my grogginess I replied, " Really? I have to?", still thinking I might want to go back to sleep but the motherfucking alarm just refuses to let it up.

GROUCHINESS!!!!!!!!!

Three seconds later, I was out of bed, ramaging through my clothes cos in an emergency, I still want to look co-ordinated and not indecently-dressed.
(Hey, I was sleeping. Not dressed.)

So much for my priorities huh.

Wake me up and disturb my rest at least let me "escape" fashionable albeit fashionably late.

Muahaha.

Finding my matching pumps took a little longer. A vision came into my mind then with me wearing no footwear and my last surviving outfit be some overpriced camel Sass and Bide jeans and a thin cream striped long-sleeved top, massive bed-hair and a cellfone in hand.

Hmmmm. Nope, gotta find them matching cream and gold pumps.

GROUCHINESS!!!!!!!!!

I had to make another call to the operator. After much ringing, she picked up.

Op: Mam, you HAVE TO leave the room now.

Me: (In a meek tone) Can I take the lift? (Knowing full well "IN CASE OF A FIRE, DO NOT TAKE THE LIFT"-that's always on signs in lifts right)

Op: No mam, you have to take the stairs.

Me: (in a majorly defeated tone) Ok. ok.

Finding the emergency stairs was a joke. Finding myself out in the open cos the stairs lead to the main street was worst. It was 6 degrees celcius, my tits were frozen stiff from lack of, ahem, protection, I had MASSIVE, MASSIVE bed hair, I was not wearing winter clothing AND the hotel lobby was no where in sight. Plus my eyes were still half opened from trying to adjust to the bright daylight.

I had to run in the fucking cold, past hordes of people doing their thang (it's lunch time), past Burger King, past a fucking Tube station THEN reach the hotel lobby.

Firemen were walking about. I see some of my colleagues.

GROUCHINESS!!!!!!!!!

They all laughed when I proclaimed I was not to be trifled with cos I was so dam GROUCHY!

Of cos they found it amusing. Especially with my fabulous bed-hair.

Yes, there was a fire. Well, for everything's sake, there had better be a fire.

I'm back in my non-burnt room.

Didn't even smell a whiff of that said fire.

GROUCHINESS!!!!!!!!!

I'm going back to bed.

The Grouch, out.

My schizo sleepin buddies

2006-11-20T09:16:00.000+08:00

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2006-11-20T09:09:00.000+08:00

My schizo sleepin buddies

- This blog was updated through my M1 mobile phone.

Here's why

2006-11-20T09:06:00.000+08:00

Here's why.

- This blog was updated through my M1 mobile phone.

Cameltoes and Melbourne

2006-11-19T03:30:00.000+08:00

I feel a lil depressed. A lil "pressed on" as well. Haha. De-press. Nevermind. Ignore me while I amuse myself.

Think it's the lack of time to rest. I've been jetting about and having barely enough time to rest. Sigh. I WANT MORE TIME TO SCHWEEP person-up-there. You hear me?

*pout*

And...

And...

And..

WhatEv. Here's me adopting Shannie's attitude.

WhatEv.

So. I was talking to Shannie and I found out Shups totally blog about CAMELTOEs. It was hilarious!

Nope, not these.

You can go read it yourself la.

Ok, for all you not-so-aware-of-cameltoes peeps, NOW you know so please do not flash me them clefts (or outlines of them vulvae). Gross you know. Gross.

You get the point huh.

Oh, I totally haven't put up my Melbourne pics. I was there a few days ago. Herey herey.

Pictures paint a thousand words they say.

I talk too much crap so here are some space fillers:

Ya, so I met some friends in Mel. Had some Spanish tapas for dindins and hung out till late with my friend from like since I was 12. He came by my room and we talked for a bit. I hope my buddy/colleague got enough rest cos she bunked in with me overnite. Sweet.

Oh, the friend of mine, who incidentally has the same name as my brother, was someone I met in the arcade area of a country club I used to hang out at, when I was young. He came by and challenged me when I was playing "Street Fighter". You know "Street Fighter"?

Yup. Retro man.

It is a popular series of fighting video games in which the players pit combatants from around the world, each with his or her own special moves, against one another.

Ya, I was nerdy like that. Hey, I was very good at it. So I beat him after a game and he put in another 20 cents to challenge me. It used to costs only 20 cents. That's how retro the game is now. Haha.

He still couldnt beat me. After sinking in like more than a dollar, he gave up AND we became friends.

Randomness.

Oh, oh. I forgot. Fio, Claw, Maine and I totally had Max Brenner for dessert after our dinner. I was so toally craving chocolate and so was Fio. It was good shit I tell ya. Yums. I am so missing it now that I think about it.

Now you see it...

Now you don't.

The fondue was super yummilicious. Ahhhhh. It is ALMOST better than sex. No sex got chocolate so it's not a bad deal. Muahahaha.

Ok too much information.

Isn't Maine schweet? Orrrr.

Ok, blogfest over.

Word out.

2006-11-18T14:44:00.000+08:00

I'm feeling emo now. Is this an age thing?

Crab

2006-11-17T06:42:00.000+08:00

Oh ya, forgot to blog about Mum's thing.

Mummy was craving for 大闸蟹 (Hairy Crap) for her birthday dinner. Man, it was so tough looking for a nice Chinese restaurant that has it. My brother and I called so many places... Crystal Jade Palace (sold out), Hua Ting (didn't have them), Marriot (promotion over), etc... they all didn't have them.

We finally found it at Hu Cui. When I made reservations, I even had to specify the number of hairy crabs I wanted cos they had to order it from somewhere else first. Man, this hairy crab thing was getting to me. Is it so fannntastic?

After entering the chi-chi entrance.. we were served immediately. Food was so good. Yums.

Our Mantou Ko Rou. Aren't the MTs (Mantous) cute?

And for the grand finale:

The EEEvvil Hairy Crab

It's actually the size of me hand. My dad's hand lah. Not mine. So small but so $$. Aiyo. The meat was fluffy, sweet and totally yummy!

I had to pull the head and hard body off cos I couldn't eat it with the eyes "staring" at me. Eww.

But it was good.. steamed, fresh and sooo good.

Man, my vocab is so fucking limited. I need to learn from Ken.

And after all that food, I could still meet K and Has for supper at Holland (yet another Crystal Jade). Me nuts.

The dude ordered in Mandarin. Well done!

Their mango pudding is nice lah. Full or not.

K, I really gotta stop now.

Alcohol and blooms

2006-11-17T04:52:00.000+08:00

Dam pounding head.

Maisy said coke and aspirin would help.

I am doing the coke but waiting out the pain cos I don't like doing meds remember?

I'm hoping that blogging would help distract me from the pain.

*crossed fingers*

This is the result of dinner with wine from last night.. well, say 5 hours ago. Erik wanted to eat at Original Sin, yes, THE VEGETARIAN Original Sin.

Me and veg?

Look at his face. Doesn't he seem like he is silently taunting me?

*laugh*

The food there was quite heavenly actually, veg and all. The starter (pictured above) tasted quite yummy and was highly palatable. Maybe it's cos the veggies were all mashed up so I didn't quite feel like I was eating veg but just nice mushy squishy stuff. The main was light and great. I would love it more if it had more mushrooms in it. Dessert was fannntastic. Yums. I had the chocolate brownie with vanilla ice-cream. Noice! (I sound like Shanmei now.. haha)

When I got home my mum was so excited. Some plant we have spouted flowers and it only blooms for a few hours and the flowers only come out once in a blue blue moon. I don't know the English name of the plant. So... mummy dragged me to go "sang hua" (appreciate the blooming flowers).

So I edited the photo on my fone, printed it out on a poloriod-printing machine and showed THE MAN aka my dad.

Here's happy mommy with her flower. She wanted to drag
more flowers into the frame. *lol*

I leaned over to my dad in the living room to show him the picture and he was like, "I've never sat so close to a drunk woman before.."

I reeked of alcohol and was a leeetle tipsy from all that sparkling Proscecco wine. Kekeke.

K, I think the coke helped, a little. I'm gonna rest now. I'll continue when I get back from work late late tonight.

yet another

2006-11-13T23:25:00.000+08:00

My journey to work. Gloooms.

Curtains

2006-11-12T07:20:00.000+08:00

This is what I do when i'm jet-lagged... shoot indiscriminate pics when I'm half awake.

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Mustafa and a play

2006-11-12T04:13:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was pool day. Think I played too much of it I ODed on it already.

My friends and I were just so bored and aimless after pool we tossed a coin to decide where to go and what to do and the result was...

Mustafa's.

I needed to get a sweat band (for when I jog) and Masala Tea so it was off to Mustafa's at midnight.

I ALMOST got this headband. Pity it wouldn't fit on me (cos it's for kids duh). It would look SO GREAT on me head when I jog in my nice five-star hotel gym, wouldn't it?

*lol*

The Tweeds

Here's us deciding to form a band. It would be called "The Tweeds" and we play alternative, rock and electronic grunge music. Isn't our "band" photo nice?

Naahhh... K spied this nice TWEED-looking sofa going for like S$149 (ya, so cheap right) and parked her ass right on it. N and I came by soon after and we just sat there like... that.

Mustafa's really has everything huh.

That sofa doubles up as a sofa-bed as well. So value for money. Pity my room has no space for that.

No. No, Jac. Stop buying. No more $$ already.

Back to today.

I watched an interactive play at Mox earlier tonight.

It was aight. I expected a lil more but hey, it's pretty good by Singaporean standards. It's a gay play called "The Seven Month Itch". It's about how one guy's irresponsible one-night stand led to HIV infection, a break-up with his partner and possible infection to(-wards) his partner as well.

After the first half of the play, the audience is encouraged to part-take in giving constructive comments about how to prevent or correct the situations in the play and brought up to the stage to perform or act out their suggestions.

No I did not go on stage. I CANNOT act.

Harr Harr.

It was HIV awareness night.

So the message is...

Be Safe, insist on using a condom (when applicable that is), ALWAYS.

Cuppy Cakey

2006-11-10T17:33:00.000+08:00

Cupcake delivery SUCCESSFUL!

Shirlyn was craving cupcakes for the longest time. Even her MSN nick was like... craving cupcakes or something so...

Aren't they the prettiest things?

I even help courier one over to lee's "friend".

*lol*

Aren't the cupcake buddies cute?

Harr Harr :P

I had to carry 14 cupcakes back from Noo York. Not funny. It had to be airtight, kept in an upright position, stored in a cold dry place, not knocked around. Of cos during their journey back, one was given to Maisy almost right after I got it, I ate one with her... gave 2 to my new colleagues, ate another with a friend, ate 2 more in my room...

I arrived in Singapore with only.. 6.

*grin*

Mommy got one. I ate it with her.

I'm such a pig.

Frankfurt was so cold so I guess the only treat I could give myself was... cupcakes!

And there's Nutella Crepe! I have to have one in winter! So yummy!

Don't I look like a doofus?

There was some crane situation so I was looking up at it..

Watever.

K, gonna hang out with Nigel. He came over to give my mom some goodies. Later!

Nu Yoark

2006-11-08T12:25:00.000+08:00

I came and I left.

No, I did NOT just come by and left.

It was so much so much more...

Well.

Met up with Shanmei, Lee and a
new friend, Maisy and some other
people and I had a blast. I barely
slept the entire time I was there
but it was worth every bit of my
waking hours.

Walking around Soho with Shan and Lee in the cold was.. brrr. We stopped by some guy and took a random, retro pic. Well, Lee wanted. It cost US$20. A lil on the pricey side I thought but the pic was truly retro-looking. I like.

Along the way we stopped by Mercer Hotel for a cuppa and guess who we saw... Ali G aka Borat aka Sacha Baron Cohen. It was Shan who spotted him first. He actually looked decent and quite Noo York. So different from his alter egos..

You know Ali G?

No? Borat?

Wow, he's so sexy.. hair and all.

*choke*

Here's a pic of the REAL him:

Ok, nuf of someone I don't know.

WhatdidIdoinNooYork?

I took tonnes of cabs and spent a lot of dosh on my rides. Dang!

I went to my favourite, Urban Outiftters, and of cos bought stuff..

And Magnolia..

How can I forget Magnolia

Ahh... My cupcakes...

They are soo yummy! And pretty too.

Gosh.. I'm sleepy.. Schweepy.. gonna take a nap first..

Later peeps.

Christmas came early

2006-11-04T03:11:00.000+08:00

Dam,

I am so broke.

It goes SO well with my new label...

Ya, some of my friends have began saying I'm retro and vintage-dressing so here's a watch I thought would match the new me. Even Shirlyn could pick out something for me to "suit" my (new) look when we went shopping a few days ago.

It was either this or a huge Tag..

And I've been coveting a watch with an aged leather strap for such a long while.

Prisca would say I've been coveting for so many things for such a long while.

Nice?

I was supposed to go bag-hunting.. This watch thing was completely spontaneous. Can die. I'm too spontaneous for my own good.

*grin*

And I saw this while browsing their website:

A Cartier Thumbdrive?!?!

Dang!

Eat me baby

2006-11-03T14:18:00.000+08:00

Why did you have to humanize my snack?

Now, how am I gonna eat it :(

*lol*

Relax

2006-11-03T13:15:00.000+08:00

Checking into the hotel when it is 5 degress celcius outside... brrrr.. makes you just long for a long hot soak in the bathtub.

And that was exactly what I did.

Hmmm..

Washed my product-infested hair, put in some treatment while I did a face mask with my hardly-ever used SK-II mask and took the long hot soak in the tub with Vogue.

Ahh..

A nice cuppa Masala tea would complete this bliss.

If only.

2006-10-24T01:54:00.000+08:00

Woke up this very early morning with a terrible pain in my lower abdomen. I've been feeling waves of pain since early yesterday. Todays was quite intense. I had no choice but to rush to the doctor's for meds. I don't wanna go self-medicating when I do not know what's wrong. Plus I wanted the pain to GO AWAY.

I think the doctor is either progressive or gay. She actually asked me SPECIFICALLY if my partner's female or male. Hmmm..

Her name is Jannelyn or something. Not a common spelling.
Not a common question as well.

Very strange.

On the different note, I visited my eyelash extensioning people late today (considering how my stomach has rendered me highly inactive for most of the day I still managed to get out) and saw some lady being wheeled into an ambulance, by the road, where I was trying to get a cab out. She's probably in her late 20s, Chinese and was bleeding a lot from her nose, covered in blood and looked extremely pale and placid. I wasn't even sure if she was alive...

Blood coming out from the nose... could be the outcome of "falling" from a very high ground...

Or she could have been abused.

Or it's just extensive nose-bleeding... but to require an ambulance for that? Nah..

So many possibilities.

Those thoughts were soon lost after the cab I was sitting in started to make me feel sick from the bumper-car-like method the driver was handling it in.

Fleeting huh, life.

Wah-las

2006-10-23T00:51:00.000+08:00

It's all coming back. Hearing Shirlyn do her thang on Saturday gave me such a high. Especially when she did Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars. I wanted to upload the clip of her singing it but I can't quite figure out how in the life to rotate the bloody clip and save it... coming from a nerd. Sigh. So loser. Till I can do it, you guys would just have content with hearing her sing live lah!

Though the crowd was a little stiff, the table where I was at wasn't. Well, the table is stiff lah, the people siting there weren't.

I arrived at Walas late so being a Saturday night, there's isn't any seat left. While looking for chairs to seat K and I, a couple offered to share their table with us. Well, they seemed more like friends actually. They are, we found out at the end of the night. The guy turned out to be a photographer I used to know when I was working at Her World Magazine. We haven't seen each other around for like 8 yrs or something. Small world huh.

Lyn came by shortly and I hung out with them briefly but I abandoned them downstairs when Shirlyn started her third set. Kekeke.

The guy, Kevin, broke the ice by telling us that they "betted" the fat ang moh beside us would hit on us in five or ten minutes of us sitting down, respectively. It cracked us up cos the fat guy did try soooo hard to catch our eyes and make conversation. He failed miserably of cos.

It was still a great night notwithstanding :)

There, less text this time

2006-10-20T10:45:00.000+08:00

Here's some visual aids as to my current location:

View from the top

My journey up to the Acropolis

You know, I am rather afraid of height so having this shot taken was leeeetle bit scary for me cos the stone barrier I was sitting on looked all the way down into the city and that was fucking scary for me...

And to conclude...

This little, actually not so little, fella was fast asleep right beside me while I sat and waited, up at the Acropolis, for my colleagues to finish their picture taking. So adorable!

You don't say

2006-10-20T09:29:00.000+08:00

Dang. I got up after 8 full hours of sleep. I still need my 3 extra hours a day. I will persevere.

This trip here almost seem futile if not for the fact I made it out yesterday. Despite the cold weather and a bout of slight flu, I managed to bring my colleagues up the Acropolis. Yes, again. I'm beginning to feel like a tour guide.

Lunch was a disaster. I brought up the topic of the weighing machine in the hotel room and boy, I so shouldn't (have).

Me: Have you guys tried out the weighing machine in the hotel room? I don't know if mine is like not working cos I weigh so much lighter, it' madness.

Guy beside me called Jo: Really? I haven't used it yet.

Colleague 1: You have a weighing machine in your room? I don't. How come?!

Me: Haha. But it doesn't work. Any of you tried yours yet?

Colleague 2: Yes, I seem a little lighter but it could be cos I lost some weight so I am not sure.

Me: The thing is I registered 50kgs on the scale! That's like...

Jo: You're 50kgs! That's heavy!

Me: *a little speechless but recovered after seconds* I am actually HEAVIER than that. That was what I am trying to say-the weighing machine made me appear lighter than I really am. I was 55kgs a few weeks ago. I SHOULD be about 52kg now.

Jo the mofo: What 55kgs? You're fat! Erm, I mean that would be very fat.

Jo: *Appearing a little uncomfortable*

Jo: Erm, you're not fat anymore, well, you don't look fat to me...

Me: What??? *with a srunched-up roll-eye face*

Me: But you think 50kg is fat? And I did register 50kgs on the bathroom scale.

Jo (looking more uncomfortable by the minute): Yes, 50kg is quite fat for a girl...

Me: !??!?1

(Of cos at this point, some of my colleagues (male and female), did intercept saying 50kgs isn't even near fat and offered their not-so-ideal weight for comparison.)

Jo: But no, you don't look fat to me... *desperately trying to say something right but it is so not happening*

Me: And I am NOT EVEN 50 only...

Jo: erluig herugerth eluirth ergywtrh (Cos by this time I've zoned out so it seemed like gibberish coming from the biggest hole in his face)

Me: You know what, you should really stop talking. The foot's gone all the way into your mouth.

Everyone at the table: Ya, Jo. Maybe you should stop. (Some of my colleagues have taken to giggling from my "poking" and obvious show of disgust)

Me: *Sitting there in complete disbelieve*

The rest of the lunch was spent with Jo trying so hard to make up for the, I don't even know what to call that, thing, and basically, make things a little better.

How could he when he has such a warped perspective of women's weight.

This is coming from a Singaporean, Chinese, Straight, Male. (Not that it means anything, just FYI)

Humph.

I couldn't help but take many digs at him throughout the meal cos this dude is just... argh, asking for it.

Even at 55kg, I was fine with my body. Granted I was a little bit rounder, duh, I never had much body image problems and still ate like a pig and never did low-fat or sugar-free stuff.

Goodness, which planet is he from?

This is almost like my other colleague (from before) telling me being gay is unnatural and that I should revert to my "natural" self and do the "correct" thing.

WHAT?

The things people say.

The things people say.

Dial "M"

2006-10-20T00:14:00.000+08:00

I was asked to go view this link just now and I thought I would put it here for you guys to, erm, preview.

>>Click Here<<<

What do you think?

And you know what, I shoot pictures like that. I mean I really love shooting pictures this way.

Geminis have dual personalities right?

That is saying it's ok for me to be a little schizo cos I'm gemini?

Hmmm.

I don't think I would chose his method to end my life.

Morbid stuff I tell you.

Morbid.

Deprived

2006-10-19T12:40:00.000+08:00

It's sunrise in Athens.

I've clocked 13 hours of sleep. Almost continunous if not for the occasional commercial breaks to ask me to meet for meals, drink or coffee.

I've lost a lot of sleep, the past few weeks. Today is just the first step to getting it all back.

I have this theory that I can make up for lost sleep the day or even the week after..
I just need to add on the number of hours I have lost back into my daily rest and all will be good.

So I have:

[(-5) X 10days] + [(-3) X 5days] = (-50) + (-15)

= (-65)hrs

I've lost 65 hours?!

Wow.

I need at least 8 hours a day so it's (-65) - [13-8]= 60.

Cos I just slept 13 hours right?

Dang! 60 more hours to make up?!

I need 20 more days if I sleep 3 hours more a day.

Good luck to me. And my dear friends, be seeing less of you too cos I'll be SLEEPING!

2006-10-17T10:37:00.000+08:00

Shirlyn's hair is so long now. It's been that long huh.

The music was so soothing. Pity I could only stay for a set.

It was nice having coffee with her again even though technically, I didn't have any coffee. Just water.

Bumping into Lyn and T was a bigger surprise. It's so nice to see everyone.

It's always Holland V for me.

My hood.

2006-10-16T10:12:00.000+08:00

Smothered in chaos.

Lined in pain.

A rainbow beckons.

I pray for rain.

A smile.

A flutter.

Laughter?

Whenever.

A gem.

My gem.

Happily ever..

After?

YouTube Day!

2006-10-10T20:57:00.000+08:00

She's good.

TalkingCock in Parlimen - Ruby Pan

Had such a blast hearing her speak "English".

So is Hossan :P

IndigNation - mrbrownshow.com

2006-10-05T05:39:00.000+08:00

I have a new best friend. Gastritis.

2006-09-19T04:38:00.000+08:00

Dawn breaks upon the darkest hour.

Where's my dawn?

Pink

2006-09-15T03:34:00.001+08:00

I was too unwell to go in to work today. Pee didn't want me to as well. My entire day was spent resting/sleeping/rolling in bed nursing an uncomfortable (and sometimes painful) tummy. One more pink pill I swear I'll turn pink!

The visit to the doctor was what I dreaded. The wait seemed forever. P accompanied me even though she had tonnes of work to do for fear I would faint or something. Truth is I felt dizzy and weak so it was great she came along.

*Manja Queen*

Singapore Idol kept me sane during the wait. What would I do without it. The kids running around me, kicking my chair from behind me, some guy sitting in front of me leaning so far back I could smell his expired hair cream, some lady seated beside me constantly dabbing at the blood flowing out from her deep cut. Gross.

Dinner, or should I say lunchner, was at my trusty late night Hong Kong Cafe. At least that wasn't half bad.

Eye See

2006-09-06T22:13:00.000+08:00

Eye did something today.

Something totally random and decided in mins...

Eye like it.

And eye am doing it for the first time too.

Eye had my eyelashes extended.

Now I look so... va-va-voom.

Haha.

Prisca can't stop looking at me... Not a bad deal huh.
The downside? Washing my face is a pain. Major pain.

KKs

2006-09-03T23:51:00.000+08:00

Melbourne was great. Maine was craving Krispy Kreme so we drove hours in Melbourne, sorry, out of Melbourne, to get to some rural place to buy K.Ks... we're nuts. Ya, we got lost...

She blogged about it so I don't have to.. haha.

>>>>>>>>>>>>Click Here<<<<<<<<<<

By the way, thanks for takin me shopping and eating guys!

PS: I'm no Brooke Burke doll. I'm not worthy.

Bleak

2006-09-01T12:14:00.000+08:00

You would think that being informed last minute that your work would be reduced by half without losing out much in salary payouts, traveling in First Class on Singapore Airlines and just chilling cos the flight is full so I got bumped all the way up, eating caviar for lunch while the plebeians slog it out in Cattle Class with baby-portioned pastas for entrees, would make someone really gob-smacked happy?

Not me.

I've barely had any sleep last night, my eyes hurt especially more so after I jabbed my suspiciously unclean finger into one to remove a runaway eyelash, my headis pounding like it wants to take over my heart's job, my mind... so uncalm, so messed up.

How do you know how you should proceed then?

Where do I go from here?

I need a light.

Gym me?

2006-08-27T23:25:00.000+08:00

My body is aching. Well my neck mostly. I just gymed. I don't gym. Never liked the stale air in such places but I was so thoroughly bored and ODed on Sudoku that I decided to hit the fancy gym in my hotel. It's pretty state-of-the-art I tell you.

I jogged, cycled, rowed and did crunches.

I feel so.... tight now.

Hahaha.

Reality check: I'm still fat.

But I'm happy.

Icebat happy.

I lyk eet cos it's UGLY

2006-08-27T21:40:00.000+08:00

Prisca just bought me this before I left for work on Friday.

Uglydoll:Icebat

It was from this funky store at the basement of Raffles Place Shopping Centre.

Sooo cutee!

The idea for the Uglydoll characters came from David Horvath and Sun-Min Kim. In an interview with a magazine, Horvath related how he would write letters to Sun-Min Kim while she was away in Korea and sign them with a drawing of the orange character who would become Wage. The first plush toy was a handmade Christmas present made by Sun-Min for David of Wage. Upon showing the doll to a friend at Giant Robot (an independent toy store in Los Angeles), Horvath managed to unintentionally pitch the doll as a product, and the business was started.

I want more!!

Sleep/Health Info

2006-08-21T23:46:00.000+08:00

People who fail to get enough sleep after a long day at work could be putting their lives at risk, according to scientists.
Research carried out in Australia suggests that the effects of sleep loss can be similar or worse than the effects of drinking alcohol to excess.

The study found that sleep deprivation or disruption, such as shift work, can seriously affect the body's ability to think clearly and accurately and to move or react normally.

They suggest that staying awake for 18 hours without sleep can be the same as drinking to the legal limit.

Long hours can lead to stress that results in anxiety and depression

Dr Fiona Kew, BMA

The researchers, from the University of New South Wales in Sydney, warn that people who drive after being awake for that long are at increased risk of having an accident.

Their study suggests that people who have less than six hours sleep each night may be putting themselves at "very serious risk".

The authors said the effects could be compared to drinking alcohol.

"This study shows that commonly experienced levels of sleep deprivation depressed performance to a level equivalent to that produced by alcohol intoxication."

They added: "These results show that impairments in performance which have been judged as the legal limit for driving safely may start to occur as early as 17 hours after waking and around 18 hours on average after waking."

I am very high right now.

Squatters

2006-08-21T23:07:00.000+08:00

Going to work at 4am with less than 3 hours of sleep is sheer hell. Thank god work was bearable today. It's great to work when everyone puts in their fair share. I hate skivers.

I'm in Seoul now. One of the 2 countries that does not support the network system that is used everywhere else in the world.
My room feels eerily silent and I feel somewhat disconnected and displaced. I want GSM!

When I am overseas, I like to check out their supermarkets. Different countries stock interesting, innovative, fanciful or kitschy stuff and sometimes I can really find great cool stuff to bring home.

In order to get to the supermarket near my hotel, I need to walk through a underground subway (train) link, like our City Link except it is way less glamorous, in fact, not glamorous at all.

I was reaching the entry towards the steps leading down to the subway when I saw a man, leaning forward and eating from a huge bowl. The contents looked like soupy rice with some veggies. After taking a few more steps down, I saw more men, eating from the same oversized salad bowl with the same soupy funky thing. I was beginning to think that there must be a popular little food outlet below whereby sitting is not provided therefore resulting in all these men eating all over the place but no...

The further down I walked, the more men I saw eating (and some slurping up) the soupy thing. When I reached the bottom, lo and behold, there was an entire bunch of men, squatting on the side of the tunnel facing the wall, eating the same soupy rice.

Before I could indulge in my astonishment, I looked to the left and saw a tunnel FILLED with men, all eating from the same big bowl. There were at least 40 of them.

It was such a surreal sight.

They were all quietly eating, lining up orderly to return the bowls to the pails provided and attended by some official-looking men.

These are all the homeless, poor and unemployed men here just to have a free meal provided either by the government or some charitable organization(s).

For I am so lucky.

JB

2006-08-19T12:32:00.000+08:00

Jon asked if we would like to head out to JB, yes Johor Bahru, our evil, dangerous neighbour, for an eye appointment with him and I thought to myself, why not?

I haven't been there for at least a decade.

Kev is driving.

We were quite sick of Singapore.

Time was all we had.

P and I were supposed to go "overseas" so there.

I did stop to think about what LKY said.

In January 1997, Lee swore in an affidavit that Johor Bahru was "notorious for shootings, muggings and car-jackings", causing a furor in Malaysia when the case made its way into the press via a defendant who had absconded to Johor. Lee made an unreserved apology, and subsequently removed his statements from official records.

... but that was a long time ago.

Apparently, not many people heard of this LKY episode so there. Now you can ALL read it.

*grin*

I did text my brother before I was gonna head out to take care of things just in case I didn't make it back alive.

His reply?

"I don't think the SMS is legal binding."

Smartass :D

Clearing immigration on the Singapore side was a breeze. It was a Friday afternoon with a hot blazing sun so no one wanted to do much but chill. Even the Malaysian side felt the same.

When we arrived at the booth to stamp our passports on the Malaysian side, my initial reaction was, "Dam, the booth is so dirty. I can barely see the guy in there."

Ok, I am being mean :P

JB was the same as I remembered. Messy, dirty, had a nondescript facade and gives out this constant need for me to check if the doors are locked.

Jon's eye thing took a little longer than expected and he came out looking like someone gave him an eye infection instead of a follow-up (from his lasik surgery). That started making me question the credibility of this doctor. Kev did, however, explain that the doctor was educated in Cambridge then trained in Singapore but fell out with his boss in Singapore and so left and started a "Klinik" in JB.

Hmmm..

Shopping was alright. Everyone spoke Mandarin. Shops played Chinese songs. I felt like I was in Taiwan except the people around me looked less trendy and made-up and the accent, funny. Their Mandarin sounded very sing-song. Haha, most of my colleagues are Malaysians so I am quite used to it but to hear it on a large scale basis, like coming from everyone I had interacted with, hilarious.

The day concluded with a yummy meal at some ching-chong restaurant, highly typical of JB, and we headed back soon after.

After like an hour of bad traffic, I was home. Thank god P's motion sickness didn't act up. She doesn't do well in traffic jams.

The doors can go back to being on standby mode.

Draw Lines

2006-08-18T04:18:00.000+08:00

So I walked into the cinema, found the way to my seat and saw a leg, yes, a leg belonging to a badly-dressed-I-had-two-minutes-to-do-my-hair guy beside me, sticking way out to what would be my leg space area and still nonchalantly letting it hang there.

Arghh.

Motherfucker.

I sat down, bent forward and gingerly placed my shopping bags in front of me, holding my breath for his glorious foot was inches away from my face and still, HE DIDN'T BUDGE.

Motherfucker.

Another guy, to he's left, came shortly after and tried squeezing pass the entire row to get to his seat. He stepped onto my shopping bags in the process.

*frown*

What's with all these people being completely and utterly not aware of personal spaces? You don't invade mine, I don't invade yours and IF YOU HAPPEN TO DO SO, hopefully, unintentionally, APOLOGISE!

Dam.

2006-08-17T13:39:00.000+08:00

What's with the simultaneous sun and rain?

Walking & Talking

2006-08-07T22:49:00.001+08:00

I did a lot of walking today. Amsterdam is such a bicyle town. I don't have one so I had to walk all day, everywhere I went. My legs are aching now. In Singapore, even walking to a bus-stop is a chore. I'm such a princess.

This trip overseas made me play a peace-maker. Apparently, two of my colleagues cannot get along with each other so it's been rather trying trying (hmm) to get both of them to work (and play) together. They are the non-confrontational types so they've been "surfacial-ly" nice to each other and bitchy and catty behind. What a waste of time. I won't bother being nice to someone I don't like cos I am really bad at "wayanging" (acting in Malay). I'll just not speak to him/her or be extremely sarcastic. I'm VERY VERY good at that.

I don't only keep quiet when I'm around people I don't like. I do it around people who bore the shit outta me too.

Right, that's all for now.

I'm bored :P

2006-08-07T22:49:00.000+08:00

2006-08-06T18:33:00.000+08:00

I'm in a huge maze, labyrinth. I really need to find my way out.

Heavily stablised

2006-08-03T12:57:00.000+08:00

I don't get it. Why do I have to pay for tech support when my internet connection is unstable? Shouldn't Singnet provide that for free as a service and keep its suscribers, like ME, connected, online and surfing and chalking up airtime (and thus make more money cos P's connection isn't unlimited)!?

Dumbases. I finally got connected after sooooo long. Oh I miss the stability (and flexibility) of Starhub.

My life has been quite hectic. All work and hardly any play. My company's been short of staff for quite a bit and has thus packed all our schedules so tight I barely have enough rest before I am off to work again. Everything has suffered as a result.

All I CAN do, to make up for the loss of rest and play and just time off, is to sleep and EAT; my very sedentary lifestyle when I am back in Sin(gapore). *sigh*

Yes, I am a bona fide FAT girl. I am at the biggest and heaviest I have ever been. I can't face the world anymore. *sob*

*giggle*

(Note: Geminis have dual personalities)

Ya, I've gained quite a bit of weight from the lack of time to exercise but when I think of the starving children in Cambodia, my super anorexic cousin, I feel much better.

*lol*

I must be contented and love myself right.

I still wouldn't do diet stuff. They just don't taste right. Like they're missing something.

Alrity then, I've gotta go check on P. She's been quite sick and in bed for 2 days...

2006-07-25T10:08:00.000+08:00

Find your own pose!

Paper Dolls Traits and Tendencies
Paper Dolls don't do well when separated; they need regular physical contact to keep in sync. If forced to remain apart for a stretch any longer than eight to ten hours, they can sometimes feel untethered, or even dizzy. But once reunited, all it takes is the simple brush of fingers, or a surreptitious foot-on-foot press under the table, and all is right with the Paper Dolls once again.

Note
Paper Dolls is a Sea Sleepers pose. A possible alternate Sea pose you might enjoy: Sixth Posture of the Perfumed Forest.

Health Note
Ginger pills, available at any health-inspired market, can sometimes calm the jitters that come when unforeseen factors force two Paper Dolls apart.

Untethered, or even dizzy when I get forced apart?!

Muahahaha!

Seafood

2006-07-12T18:11:00.000+08:00

"Prawning" costs about S$14(Euro 7) an hour.

Cyn, has been hooked and been emptying her pockets to procure prawns in a very messy and time-consuming way. You get to BBQ the prawns there after your catch or the option to bring them home. Man they are very expensive prawns.

My luck was even worst. For my very first time, I caught only 2 in an hour and that "hour" consisted of extra time. Hee. S$7 a prawn and I don't even want to eat it.

Cyn's managed to get everyone around her to participate in prawning except Prisca. It's way to icky for her and even after bringing rubber gloves, wet wipes and servittes for her to "prawn" hygienically, in hoping to draw her in, it failed. BUT she helped me to pluck the prawns out of the hook, which anyway, "prawnified" her hands.

Guess we need to find another thing to do now.

Animals I tell you

2006-07-11T15:49:00.000+08:00

Have you ever been to the Night Safari at the zoo? It's awesome I tell you. *lol*

Well, I haven't been there in my entire life and we, namely Jon, Kev, Prisca and me, decided to go there a few nights ago.

The mood, lighting, feel and even smell of the place was completely "night safari-ish". They've perfected the aesthetic requirements of what I thought a night zoo should have. Well done Singapore!

The only thing they have no control of is, the people. For some reason, it was especially crowded on the night we decided to go. Queued outside the zoo were tonnes of tour buses. Jostling and pushing was quite the theme for the night. I was rather pissed off at one point, I decided to tell this one family off cos they were cutting in line with their stroller in tow. Just cos you have a fucking kid that does not give you the right to push your way through.

So I told them ,"There's a line you know and you're cutting it."

This was said to them in full view of everyone around us so I expected them to at least be a little embarassed. They were, probably a teenie weeny bit, but to save "face" cos their kid was with them, they pretended not to hear or something so I repeated it. Louder this time. Thank god at the same time, the zoo personnel echoed what I have said, loudly, to all... to get in line.

Dam stupid family. Tourist or not... please behave yourself. Ya, go speak in your Indian dialect later, not my problem. But you fucking cut into my line, you fuck with me. Thank god there was a Caucasian family behind me with strollers and grannies in tow and queuing up nicely.

Suddenly, I miss Singaporeans.

Home-coming

2006-07-02T23:45:00.000+08:00

I got home this morning when the sky is barely tainted by the sun yet. My neighbour gave me my house keys to
"break in" cos I dont carry keys of any sort (so keychains are quite useless to me) and I didn't have to wake anyone up.

Everything was still the same. Smelled the same.

Ahhh... I'm back home.

I tiptoed to my granny's room, very quietly and softly, opened the door and slowly approached her sleeping body, placed my hand gingerly on her arm then face. She turned and I gave her a peck on her cheeks. She smiled. Then held my face and say, "You're home," and proceeded to kiss me back and squeeze me tight.

Boston

2006-07-02T10:46:00.000+08:00

Even though I can't find my pillow cos I haven't slept in my own bed for more than half a year, this song is surprisingly soothing to my irritated nerves...

On another note...

OMG! She Sings?

Paris Hilton - Stars Are Blind (She's not really blind, and a star, just a little cock-eyed)

Wait, it gets "better"...

Paris Hilton Sings Happy Birthday To Hugh Hefner

2006-07-01T04:56:00.000+08:00

I hate surfing in the Middle East!

2006-07-01T02:38:00.000+08:00

Ever wanted to find out how much it hurts to walk into a glass door?

Fucking VERY VERY VERY much.

The curved glass slding door at my hotel couldn't open fast enough for me to exit or should I say I should have walked slower and waited and looked BEFORE assuming it would open on time and then charging out.

Then,

WHAM!!

It fucking hurts I tell you.

I started tearing.

Felt blood in my mouth and couldn't for the longest time, find the cut.

Had a swollen upper lip from the bang between my upper teeth and upper lip.

The throbbing in my forehead wouldn't go away :(

I went back to my room and my nose starting bleeding after a shower.
-located the source of the blood, yeah!

Dam door.

Now my nose bridge hurts.

And it's still so hot.

I wanna go home...

2006-06-30T07:55:00.000+08:00

I'm in Abu Dhabi now, eating a piece of Taro bread my colleague brought from Singapore. Crystal Jade makes Taro bread? It's so YUMMY! I was so hungry and she offered me some. I'm so lucky. In this sweltering heat (40 degrees celcius), I am unable to head out to buy any food, plus it's 2.40am and it's unsafe to be out.

Damm, I don't like to be in the Middle East. If I get raped, I need 4 witnesses to prove that the deed did happen. FOUR FUCKING WITNESSES. Huh?!?! WTF.

Oh, Bali pics will be up in another post. I'm too tired to upload so many pics.

These are just some shots of the airport. I know it's fucking pathetic but I haven't stepped out of the hotel since I got here till now. It's way too hot! I will try tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, I'll go sleep till it gets brighter.

2006-06-28T22:19:00.000+08:00

Loser!

That's what I've been calling my colleagues and friends when they stay in all day
(and night) to watch Korean drama serials. Guess what? I'm a loser now too.

*grin*

This K-soap watching thing has occupied most of my nights and early mornings that it has made me a social recluse. The current one I'm addicted to is "Full House". It's been around for a bit already but it's still has quite the draw. What I can't do, like some of my colleagues, is to watch it twice or even more. Now, that's being a MAJOR loser. Muahahaha!

Oh, on top of watching tonnes of TV lately, I've been doing shitloads of movies. THE Cathay is now our (P and mine) hood, yanoewatImean? In the past few weeks, I've done Da Vinci Code, She's the Man, Cars, X-Men: The Last Stand, Scary Movie $(hehe), The Omen (after massive pestering from P cos I don't do horror and scary movies), The King and The Clown (highly warped stuff I must say) and Just My Luck (and I got quite lucky the day after).
(The moview were not view in the above mentioned order.)

It's been great. I find it quite relaxing, midnite show, not many people to bug you in the theatre. Plus those huge-ass couple seats? Nice.

Ok, where did I left off on Bali?

The first few days was spent in this picturesque hotel but really a little "cui" on the inside.

A view from my room

A view of My Room

After a short campout at that picturesque hotel, we moved over to the REAL DEAL.

To be continued....

So Scary

2006-06-23T06:10:00.000+08:00

While on my way to The Cathay...

Cyn: So, what scary movie are we watching? Is it Silent Hill? Is it?

Me: *breaks out in uncontrollable laughter*

Me: Baby, you didn't tell them clearly right?

P: No, I told her we are going to watch Scary Movie.

Cyn: You mean we're not watching Silent Hill? What? What?

Me: *Still laughing uncontrollably*

Me and P in unison: SCARY MOVIE 4!! Not A scary movie!!

PS: Please DO NOT waste your dosh on the above mentioned movie. It was a major waste of all our time and money.

You've been warned.

2006-06-21T09:04:00.000+08:00

I'mmmmmmmmmm BAAACCCCKKKK!!

It's been many, many many many months.

And what have I been up to?

I went to Cambodia, Siem Reap, on a Charity Mission in early April.

Of course I got to visit the AngKor Wat.

And saw much more...

Although I was assigned to the entertainment part of the team, you know, to keep the kids company and have "contact time" with them, I managed to chip in with the building, painting and furbishing of the nursery and library.

Here's the BEFORE:

Library

Nursery

And the AFTER:

Library

Nursery

The highlight of the trip, on top of the camaraderie I've experienced with the volunteers, is the children. Boys. Girls. Babies.

Wrapped in child-like wonder and wide-eyed innocence yet painfully aware of their surroundings and predicament, they have embraced what life has thrown at them with so much gusto. Their smiles, laughter and kindness have touched me in was they cannot fathom.

--

After my little pay-back to society, I went on a holiday.

It was Bangkok with Prisca, Jon and Kev.

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Hmm, after that it was back to work again... I have to earn my keep for the $$ spent on my holidays and trips right?

End May was another treat heehee.

It was Bali for my birthday.

I would like to continue but my eyes are protesting.

I.... need.... to....sleep.......zzzzzzz

Pink

2006-03-30T03:01:00.000+08:00

And oh, I love Pink's new video. The "Stupid Girl" one. Hee.

Too real?

2006-03-30T00:13:00.000+08:00

Ever wonder why you are here? Like what's the reason for your existence? I've been feeling a lot like this lately. Maybe it's cos the cynical and extremely jaded side of me is rearing it's ugly head; maybe I've just lost my footing and need to get my balance back, but whatever it is, I hope it comes back soon and FAST!

I've been evaluating and re-evaluating all my values and sometimes I feel so conflicted. This is the result of being too self-aware (yeah, sometimes I am really so not shy). I have someone to thank for it (the self-aware part, not the not-shy part). Some asshole who helped opened my eyes and see things in a broader perspective but is still an asshole. Funny what you can learn from a loser. Hey, trash has it's value too huh :P

I'm home. Like back home at my parents. No sound of traffic, sitting amidst a pile of clothing I want to sort out... just like my life, James Blunt is playing on MTV and I'm basking in the cool air-conditioned air. Hmmm...

Enough of serious stuff, what makes you happy?

I like the silence when I have my head in the water when I'm swimming. I love lazing in bed with a good book in hand and tonnes of snacks (read:candy, crisps and chocolate) beside me. I like being by the pool or beach on a sunny day and indoors or snuggling in bed with my significant other when it's pouring outside. I love seeing the people I love, smile-like how the corners of P's mouth would turn up when I make her laugh. Speed-skating. The faster, the better. The wind in my hair and the world zooming by... Actually I love anything that moves me in this way, fast cars, speedboat ride, doing a 100m race.

Alright, gonna indulge in another one of my loves-sleep.

Heehee.

Hot stuff

2006-03-24T19:07:00.000+08:00

What's up with the sun lately? The extreme heat has caused my back to burn from just doing laps by the pool for a mere 30 mins. Humph! Not nice. Crispy backs aren't hot. Pardon the pun. It's highly uncomfortable. Especially bad when making love.... hee. Not only that, the glare from the sun makes it very difficult to move around without a decent pair of shades and that would translate to me wasting more time to look for matching shades with my outfit......

The heat is getting to me.

2006-03-23T10:16:00.000+08:00

It's nice coming home to silence. I enjoy coming home to silence. No music, no one talking to me, no nothing. I just wish I could block out the faint traffic noise in the background. It would be so perfect.

Work ended at around seven this morning. I was up all night. Sadly, something not so nice happened so I had to stay in and "discuss" the issue with a group of colleagues till 10am. Darn office politics. At least it's quite clear cut and I am not the one in trouble....

Hiak Hiak Hiak.

Work aside, I met up with Olive and Nadine recently. My Charlie Angels! Hee. It's been soooo long since we had a good catching up. Hmmm. Pity the setting wasn't the most comfortable. I hate having to censor my actions and words. I'm so happy things are going on well for them. Nice people deserved nice everything. Mean people should just die. Muahahaha! Ok, I know I shouldn't say that cos that is mean and then I will have to die.

:P

Please pardon my nonsensical ramblings as I AM very tired afterall considering I just worked overnight with a horrible colleague that everyone disliked.

Ok, gonna hit the shower and bail Prisca out now.

Wardrobe Malfunction.
(It's more like footwear malfunction)

2006-03-09T21:15:00.000+08:00

Ya, I'm back.

Sorry for my long absence.

Silence is sometimes quite appreciated too you know.

Truth be told, I was contemplating ending this. You know, killing this blog off. It has been a rather tumultuous ride here but hey, that's life.

I might move this to another spot though so watch this space... if you're interested.

Hmm, where did I last end off? Oh, ya, I met my team mates for the Cambodia trip, today. Seeing as it is a charitable non-profit trip, I was rather eager to meet all these kind-hearted people. You know, volunteers. Most of them are like kind-sweet-sweet types. There was one girl, a little on the round side... heehee, (I don't like her. I worked with her some years back and she was a total bitch), who kept asking stupid questions like, "Is the water potable there? Will my water purifier work there? Should I bring it? lalalalala..."

Man, she's irritating.

She was more interested know where to go shopping (in Siem Reap) than like what she had to do at the worksite.

Whatever.

Oh oh oh, I just had my wisdom tooth extracted. well, one of it. It was growing out and pushing my other teeth and causing so much pain that I had to undergo some gum surgery to have it pulled out. I now have a bruise on my jaw from the extraction.

*Pout*

K, that's all for now.

2006-01-18T22:22:00.000+08:00

Seeing your pretty/dazed/confused/surprised face when we sang you "Happy Birthday" in your room last night with your friends and family was, priceless.

Happy Birthday Darling :)

Muack Mauck Muack.

I hope the Scavenger Hunt was fun too :)

Soul Food?

2006-01-17T15:53:00.000+08:00

Ever feel like where you are at, in your life right now, is just merely a transient phase of your life and that it will slowly pass and fade away?

Maybe mine's a little prolonged in certain areas I must confess.

Me, the eternal optimist, hope to just find something really meaningful to do in life and get on with it. It's not like
what I do right is unfulfillling, I just wish something good (for me) would hit me and knock me out. You know, like, "BOOM!".
I do hope that when that happens, I would SEE it (that is after I regain conscious). Haha.

I need soul food. All that consuming is getting to me.

Think my week break to Cambodia would do me a lot of good.

Building a school, painting walls and doing up a decent library for rural underprivileged kids would be quite an experience. Hmmm, what should I wear? *Grin*

2006-01-14T23:27:00.000+08:00

Walking along the busy and crowded streets of Taipei, I managed to pick out quite a few lesbians and completely amused my colleague in doing so. It's like a mini lesbian town here. I wish P.P. was here with me. I was so closed to having her here. Pity a plane tickets hitch hindered me in getting her here over the weekend. Arghh. To think I got so excited I could bring her along on one of my work trips, finally. Next time I guess.

The weather here is perfect. Nice and cool. I don't get the locals. Some of them dress like how I would in negative 17 degrees celcius, for 17 degrees celcius. Are they nuts? Nevermind. To each its own.

I can't stay awake much longer.

Shutting down now.

My obsession continues...

2006-01-10T08:31:00.000+08:00

While still trying to get over the excitement of finally landing my covetted Balenciaga bag, I went online to find out more.

I got this from a review site:

Balenciaga uses naturally distressed goat leather (chevre), giving these bags the slouchy, unique and ultra chic look that so many covet. The leather is thin and lightweight, yet durable. In fact, no 2 bags are identical. Balenciaga bags come in a wide array of beautiful colors - such as magenta, navy, pewter, bubblegum pink, apple green and sky blue.

HOW TO BUY A BALENCIAGA

Due to high demand, many stores online claim to sell authentic Balenciaga bags, yet only offer cheap knock-offs. Please note that Balenciaga do not allow any online stores to sell their bags directly online. A store may advertise that they stock Balenciaga, but you will have to call to make the order.
The only exception to this is eBay, where you can purchase an authentic bag if you are careful.

Things to look out for:

lIf a seller is selling multiple identical Balenciaga bags below retail, chances are they are a fake.

Check the seller's feedback. Do they have a history of selling authentic goods?

Balenciaga bags hold their retail value. Even a used bag will easily command over A$600. If the deal seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Only the extra tassels that are included with every bag are wrapped in plastic. Nothing else is. The tassels are folded loosely in plastic, not coiled.

The shoulder straps fold seamlessly over themselves at the ends.

All o-rings (ie. where the tassels attach) are welded shut into a seamless circle. Many counterfeit bags have a gap in the o-ring.

Look for the embossed/raised "Lampo" signature on the zippers

Contact the seller and enquire where they purchased the bag from and if they made their purchase at the Balenciaga boutique

PHUWA!

So much info for a little bag. Hee. I don't even want to think of the real cost price to make this bag. It's only make me feel bad. The profits from one bag alone may just be the GDP for a little developing country.

See how marketing and branding works?

Thank god for Paris. Buying it from all the Club 21 equivalent shops around the world wouldn't have given me so much pleasure.

I just need to cushion myself now for the shock I will be receiving from my approaching credit card bill.

*Tsk Tsk*

B Bag @ Last

2006-01-07T22:11:00.000+08:00

After braving the horrible negative 2 degrees celcius cold, I finally (found the boutique and) got my Balenciaga bag! Yeah!

It's in a nice shade of grey-my new fav colour, almost. Hee.

Think my boots got jealous and threw a tantrum cos the heel gave way. Hobbling along those uneven dogshit-infested streets of Paris in freeazing cold is not my idea of fun. Even with my new purchase in tow.

Hey, but I still got it....

Pictures later :)

Brrrrr.... BRrrrrrrr!

Why is it so cold?

2006-01-07T04:56:00.000+08:00

And I thought Shanghai was cold. Where I am at, my ears feel like dropping off and my nose wants to just crack and give up being a nose.

Conversation over dinner with Greg ranged from how scary it would be to settle down in Japan with Mika and their cute kids to wondering if Singapore had baguettes. Ha. Cultural differences. Tomorrow it will be with the boys. The couple I mean. Enrique is making dinner. I can't wait. Pretty linens and gorgeous yummy food.

Things have been going great. All the unpredictability at work has somewhat become a norm. At least it gives me more time off to do "couple" things cos that is very precious to me.

Till the next post!

Micro view of a momentary micro mind

2006-01-02T08:26:00.000+08:00

Shanghai, on New Year's Day, is....

Boooorrrring!

I could have made it fun, gone out and do stuff but I was so tired!

Getting the miserable news that I had to go to work on NY's only at 4am when I was in Singapore, on the same day, well, it's just not so nice.

I know I am being a little too complacent. After being able to rest and be in Singapore, AND not work, for about half a month, I should be fucking ecstatic. Ok, I am glad and contented though I couldn't move my hands for a bit, for a while, but it's so good to be around during the festive period.

I'm guilty to admit I slept most of my time off from work, away. Nobody could reach me cos I would be in bed from 8am or 1pm (don't ask me why) till 8pm to 9pm at night. Getting up so late makes me want to rush out and do stuff before anything closes so by the time I sit down and relax, it's too late to return any calls or texts cos it's soooo late.

I am only being considerate.

*grin*

Before I forget, I wanna wish PrincessLulala a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I know I've already done so aurally, now it's in black-and-white. Hee.
PS: I'm sorry I didn't catch you in Zouk cos I left that area already.

My NY eve's "plan" didn't go as well as I thought they would. Now I know why I can get so anal. Leaving extensive (it wasn't even extensive) plans to others, when the collective group of people meeting up is huge, can be rather, well, badly managed. And I mean badly.

I don't get how things can get quite so mis-informed. It only goes to show how poor one's management and communication skills are....

Hiya, looking back, I find it rather juvenile and amusing. Thank god expectations as such only occur a few times a year.

Well, I'll just have to lower my standards don't I?

A bitchy start to a new year.

Hahaha :D

Workless in December

2005-12-26T18:33:00.000+08:00

Christmas came and went just like that.

I guess it must be cos of the atrocious hours I've been keeping. It resulted in me sleeping most of Christmas away.

Going to bed either at 8-ish in the morning or one in the afternoon leads to very very little hours up with things open for me to patronise. So sad hor

I've gotten super bah(read:fleshly/fat) from all that late night eating. Mostly at Geylang where the yummy Frog's Legs Porridge, Beef Hor Fun(thick flat noodles) and Tao Huay(Beancurd pudding) resides. Four times this week alone is pretty hardcore. I think it has to stop cos the aunty working there, on my next visit, might just ask me if I've just finish work or something. Hee.

Oh, Oh..

Claud and Cyn brought me to...

...on the eve of Christmas eve.

Hee Hee.

It was my virgin trip there. So exciting!

Guess where we parked?

Not bad huh. Right smack in the ass of Singapore (As mentioned in Xiaxue's blog on one of my rare reads).

It used to be the heaven for sexual activities of the anal kind I assume. Guess that has died down and moved to Ang Siang Hill.

*Grin*

Mustafa Centre has everything and it is open 24 hours a day. It really has everything under it's roof. Well, maybe almost. Check out the well stocked supermart. They carry the randomest thing. You go find out.

See our Mustafa Chic!
We bought those shades in the end. Quite nice aren't they.

MOS (Singapore), Loof, Happy, Zouk and whatever else, I'm quite sick of them all, already.

I just want my 2006.

Merry Christmas?

2005-12-23T15:06:00.000+08:00

I know, it's been long since I've made a heartfelt post. It's just a little too close to the heart sometimes, you know. This is afterall, a very public arena and I think I have made a lot of contributions in that area for quite a bit since the beginning (of this blog).

It's Christmas again. How time flies. This period never quite meant anything to me growing up cos my parents refused to allow us to partake in the festive season and celebrations cos they believe it's a time for retailers to make money and they didn't want us buying into that.

It's always been dinner as usual at home, that is if we are all home, and then (watching) TV together later.

Much has changed. For one, I'm not staying home anymore so I don't think that will be happening.

Cracking my head to think of presents, buying them and then wrapping them up has been a norm for many, many years now. Hmm, the retailers must be so happy.

I love the feeling of making my presents look like like a million bucks. Guess it stemmed from my attention to detail(s?). Selective attention that is. You can call me to wrap anything up, anytime. Hee.

I don't quite know how to explain this but when it's the busiest, I feel the loneliest. It's like when it's midnight and everyone is opening their presents and coo-ing over what they've gotten or what others have gotten, together with all the merrymaking, music in the background and people shuffling around, I feel absolutely... alone. It's like I'm there but I am not there. I can see and feel myself sitting in the midst of everything but feel like nothing... like I'm dead already or something.

It's all a very surreal sensation and it only happens during such periods. Christmas, New Year and my birthday.

The feeling humbles me I guess. Making me feel incredibly mortal and it's like a constant reminder that everything is material. What matters is what's in the heart mind and maybe, soul. It just puts things in perspective for me. It doesn't matter how expensive the presents are, where they're from, how they are wrapped. Nothing matters. When you leave this world, you take nothing with you, just like the day you were born. You brought nothing in.

Alright, enough of this weirdass stuff.

It's been a tough year, for me at least. I hope that ends, with the year.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Happy B Day

2005-12-22T19:19:00.000+08:00

Have a fucking fantastic birthday, baby brother!!!

*Muacks Muacks Muacks Muacks Muacks*

Whatever happens, I'll be here to support you, all the way.

Love ya!

Ahh... Mondays

2005-12-20T01:49:00.000+08:00

Wala's was fann-tastic tonight. Maybe's it's the crowd, the lack of Jack (I just simply prefer his absence cos his facial expression, when he sings, makes me cringe), the sets they were doing or something, but it was one of the best Mondays I've experienced with the Unexpected. *lol* It feels so strange to call them that.

It was hangout-with-the-Melbourners again, tonight. Last night was happy, tonight's supposed to be da paolo's then Wala's. Pity P's stomach was acting up from her overeating so we gave da paolo's a miss. It's so great to see her eat, last night, with such a vengence. So rare.

On a different note....

My bio clock is completely screwed-up so I must persevere to go to bed the same time most normal folks do instead of sleeping only when everyone is waking up. All the twelve-to-seven in the evenings must stop!

I will try tonight.

Ruined

2005-12-19T20:59:00.000+08:00

i can barely blog.

I definitely cannot hold a mouse.
(Thank god for my nice smooth track pad although P.P. might beg to differ.)

I can't even shower unaided.

Getting ready has become such a chore.

Meeting new people is such a bitch cos I can't shake hands.

Thank god I have a week off to recover...

All thanks to this dumbass who crashed into me when I went for the 98.7FM Street Skate on Friday night.

I was going full speed downhill when this dumbass came too close for comfort, knocking my wheels and threw me off course.

I spun/rolled three rounds on the fucking hard road (downhill too!!). If not for my helmet, knee and elbow guards, it would have been worst.

The camera man in the vehicle leading the convoy said it was such a "stuntwoman" moment.

Not funny.

My hands are ruined.

Boohoo.

I really have to thank my patient care-taker.

*Muacks Muacks* Darling!

My First Zouk Out!

2005-12-15T23:06:00.000+08:00

Zouk Out was great, queue was not, anyway we managed to cut the queue and was in within 17mins... which is amazing considering how long and slow it was moving!

The music in the main arena (armin van buuren) was perfect! It started raining about 4am but no one left! a nice experience! there were tons of caucasians there on "zoukout packages" but they were generally well behaved, its Singapore afterall~

I stayed till about 6:30, and then left at sunrise :)

If AVB returns next year, im definitely going again! He really know how to work the crowd and keep us going! Even in the rain!

Pics are below(click for larger version):

C is for ...

2005-12-13T23:42:00.000+08:00

( 10 hours later)

From this,

to this,

(Note: That's coke, not red wine)

I can continue ranting about my trip to Cairo.

Not being my virgin trip there, I kinda have some sorta expectations already.

The entire city looks like it's been swept by a sand storm. That actually happened the last time I was there. There were piles of sand everywhere. Not this time though. It just looks really weathered now. I guess this is what happens when you are surrounded by deserts.

The facade of most of the buildings there look extremely dusty, dirty, unkempt and ... I'm so sorry to say, a pain to my eyes. And what's up with all the unfinished top of buidlings? It like,

Egyptian Builder: You want only seven storeys? Dang! I am buidling the eighth. It's ok, I'll just knock it down to seven for you. Just for you (even if I leave the bricks exposed).

The city seems to have a huge waste disposal problem. Like noone there knows how to put trash into wastebins and then have that processed.

This is an example of what I mean:

Trash at one of the Slave dumping pits at the Pyramids

The people.

You know how everyone flocks to Thailand because of the people and the culture? Well, it's the opposite for Egypt.

You have to negotiate for everything here. Even in the Conrad where I camped for a bit. You would want to think that a nice hotel like this wouldn't scam you.

Wrong!

After much frustration in trying to find a good Japanese restaurant to go for dinner at (mostly the fault of the lousy concierge), my colleague and I finally got to the cab stand to wait for a cui cab. Cabs there are like cars that looked like they were produced, designed and manufactured way before I was born. I didn't take a picture but I managed to find one on google.

Bellboy: Where are you headed mam?

Me: I'm going to the Grand Hyatt.

Bellboy: Would you like to take our hotel limo?

Me: Hmm.. (anything is better than the cui, retro, unreliable-looking, air-conditionless and plebeian looking thing they call a "taxi") so how much does it cost? (Must think like Eygptian and ask for the price first)

Bellboy: Erm, [pause] it's 40 (Egyptian) pounds mam.

Me: So expensive?! How about 30?

Bellboy: No mam, how about 35?

Me: Ok. (That was the amount I was willing to pay anyway, haha)

Fancy negotiating with a Conrad Singapore bellboy. That wouldn't happen. The opportunity wouldn't even arise.

It turned out to be a Toyotaesque car. So much for a hotel limo. Conrad Hotel limo.

Cui

Egypt is a Muslim country. A lot of the men there have like two to three wives. Even the father of my tour operator.

Most of the married women are clad in, yes, black, from head to toe.

Just like in Dubai and Jeddah.

It's a leeetle less conservative than those two places though but people here still like to stare at us in that most objectifying way. It's as if we are naked or something. Wolf whistles were so rampant I could hear it in my sleep when I was in Cairo.

Uhhh.

(To be continued, must got out for late lunch now considering I took 2 days to blog this and haven't headed out yet)

Cui

2005-12-13T09:10:00.000+08:00

It's been sooooo long.

Please excuse my extremely long hiatus from making any posts as I have been completely absorbed with work and play.

Let me just finish my nice hot coffee before I start....

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Hmmm, what have I been up to the last half a month?

Well, I visited the "CUI-est" country, erm, one of the "CUI-est" country, in the world.

I know most of you might beg to differ cos of all their rich history but... blah.

That place was dam "cui".

"Cui" incidentally means run-down and ruined (figuratively) and broken to bits (literally), in Mandarin.

Any guesses?

Here's Clue No. 1:

How?

Will this help?

You MUST know now.

The pictures I have taken only show the not-so-cui parts of the country. I didn't want to waste memory space on my digicam (not mine actually, cos I've LOST mine remember?) taking the cui parts.

Me super sleepy now. Have been up for 26 hours straight. I shall continue later!

"Chase"

2005-11-27T17:16:00.000+08:00

It's so nice to be able to have someone u are with, play the piano with you.

It's even better when she plays it for you.

"Chase" never sounded better.

Skate?

2005-11-27T03:07:00.000+08:00

Stiff necks and sore backs are such bitches to put up with. That's the result of not sleeping properly the entirely night. I was way too tired to even get up and move to a more comfortable position. It thoroughly affected my performance tonight.

Haha, I make it sound like the "performance" was a big deal.

Don't laught at me but I joined the 98.7FM (a local radio station) Skate thing tonight at East Coast. It was supposed to be "Urban Skating" from probably East Coast Park to some other parts of Singapore.

They lied.

So after going through all the trouble to buy full guards cos it's mandatory (i.e. knee, wrist and elbow guards AND a helmet), we (my brother came along as well) ended up attending a pre-registration for the REAL event, some time later this month, today.

They were only gonna skate the entire East Coast Park tonight.

Boohoo.

It turned out to be quite fun though.

Ha. I even won some CDs from the games organised by the radio station.

This event garnered a lot of new friends. Most of them below 18 years old.

See what they did-They HAD to put the poster/banner of 98.7 behind me even when I told them SPECIFICALLY not to. Hiya, XDDs (Xiao Di Di's or little boys). Very cheeky!

Hahahaha.

Me gonna rest my bones now. I think I'm a little high... need to sleep before I spout more nonsense,

Typing with weight

2005-11-18T19:06:00.000+08:00

Man, this is tough.

Thank gawd she weighs, what, 43kg?

Try typing with someone sitting on your lap (and has her back facing the screen).

Not easy.

I hope this chair does not give way easily.

Choc Cake

2005-11-16T21:56:00.000+08:00

I just had the most amazing warm chocolate cake.

Fuck, I've gone and died in chocolate heaven.

It's better where you're at I hope

2005-11-15T14:06:00.000+08:00

I am now officially mourning the death/loss of my beloved digicam.

It's with much pain and extreme sadness that I announce this.

It's also the reason why I have ceased to upload (proper) pictures.

(The current ones are ALL taken from my cellphone so pardon the grainy output.)

Boohoohoo!

Greek MASTERCARD WEDDING

2005-11-15T05:30:00.000+08:00

Read/Got ths from somewhere:

Greek MASTERCARD WEDDING

You gotta love this guy! This is a true story about a recent Greek wedding that took place in Astoria, NY.

It was in the local newspaper and even Jay Leno mentioned it. It was a large wedding with about 600 guests...

At the reception after the wedding, the groom got up on stage with a microphone to talk to the crowd. He said he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from Greece, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted to thank the bride's and his family and to thank his new father-in-law for providing such a lavish reception.

As a token of his deep appreciation he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift just from him. So taped to the bottom of everyone's chair, including the wedding party, was an envelope. He said this was his gift to everyone, and asked them to open their envelope.

Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 glossy of his new bride having s..ex with the best man. The groom had gotten suspicious of them weeks earlier and had hired a private detective to tail them. After just standing there, just watching the guests' reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said, "I'm outta here. You people could stay here and celebrate with that PUT..ANA."

He had the marriage annulled first thing in the morning. While most people would have canceled the wedding immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with the charade, as if nothing were wrong.

His rev..enge: Making the bride's parents pay over $92,000 for a 600 guest wedding and reception, and best of all, trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of 600 friends and family members.

This guy has ba..lls the size of church bells.

Do you think we might get a MasterCard "priceless" Commercial out of this?
Let's give it a try...

---Elegant wedding reception for 600 family members and friends.........$92,000.

---Wedding photographs commemorating the occasion.....$4,000.

---Deluxe two week honeymoon accommodations on Mykonos Island....$8,500.

---The look on everyone's face when they see the 8x10 glossy of the bride and the best man having s..ex

..........Priceless!

There are some things money can't buy, ................................for everything else there's MASTERCARD.

Dam!

Balcony, Friends & Family

2005-11-15T04:32:00.001+08:00

"Are you a Fashion Designer?"

Me: Ha!

Me: I'm flattered but no I'm not.

Me: Fashion Design is hard work. I would love to do that but nah, it's not my calling.

This conversation transpired when I was buying take-out at da paolo's Gastronomia Gourmet this afternoon, in Holland Village. They have great fresh pasta and sauces (all ready-made for cooking), cakes and other types of dessert, and... ok, they have lotsa stuff that I like. Even my mozzarella salad. It was SOOOO good-I nipped some to eat just now. Yum.

I can't wait to make dinner tomorrow night!

By the way, I have ceased to behave in an anti-social way.

Saturday saw me going out and meeting Has. It was the opening of Balcony at The Heeren and he was spinning in the early part of the night before heading to Phuture to do his thang.

There's actually a picture of an Ah Lian on the left but I cropped her out. Has pointed out the Beng manager (of some sort) of the place to me so that explains the presence of a bevy of badly bleached-haired Lians (with their so yesterday's rebonded hair). I hope they are not gonna be the main "fixture" at Balcony cos if so, *shake head* this place is GOING DOWN.

*Bitch*

The view from upstairs was pretty nice.

Has & Me @ Balcony

--Blog Break--

By the way, I'm blogging at 3.45am and my darrrling P.P. is having difficulties staying awake to do her work so I am trying my best to do everything to keep her up. That includes me making her thick, ice-cold coffee, getting her a bowl of her fav cereal (also mine) and splashing water on her face. Hee hee.

(I'm so bad hor.)

Me: Is there anything I can do to wake you up? *perplexed*

P.P: *breaks into HUGE smile* Hee hee.

Me: ??!?

--Blog Break End--

Sunday was "chillout with P.P." day so I didn't meet anyone. Both Shirlyn and Olive invited me to KM8 but I couldn't make it. Sorry guys!

It was nice playing catch-up with Shirlyn today though. Opps, it's yesterday already. Ha. Pity I had to run off quite abruptly.

Ok, this keeping P.P. awake thing is gonna make me erm, catch a cold.

*grin*

Oh, I went home this morning, opps, yesterday, in the morning. Por Por is back from her extended holiday to Guangzhou and Hainan Island. She has filled out in some areas and now gotten a double chin. Hee. So adorable.

I crawled into bed with her in the early noon and we conversed (in Hainanese nonetheless) about her entire trip and her ordeal with hurricane+typhoon when it hit Hainan Island a month ago when she was there. She's been away since June. I wasn't able to contact her when she was in Hainan Island cos I didn't have her number there but daddy did and told us she was safe and well.

She's a brave woman.

Well, she has experienced WWII so...

Talk Shop

2005-11-10T18:20:00.000+08:00

Sleep isn't coming as easily to me as it used to. Maybe there's just too much on my mind lying idly in my subconscious.

Not wanting to stare meaninglessly at my four walls after reading too many trashy magazines and three national papers, I decided to head out.

Taking the London Tube early in morning to go shopping when everyone's going to work feels... free. A little guilty even.

Topshop at 10am is almost like a ghost town. Racks and racks of clothing with no one around to fight for space for to browse. How nice.

My damage was about $130 pounds (mutiply that by three to get the Singapore equivalent). Not too bad a start. Haha.

Lunch was with my colleagues at my fav duck rice place. It's stuff like this that helps make my job so much more bearable. Alright, my job's not unbearable per se, it's just, well, it can get a little not-so-nice at times. This trip's been pretty smooth though.

My "damage" got worse after lunch.

Selfrige & Co is London's equivalent to Singapore's The Link and Club 21-except it's way bigger and in a departmental store layout. I've been wanting my Balenciaga and Chloe bag for some time so I headed straight there after lunch.

They had some Balenciaga bags but they weren't the exact designs I wanted. They were only left with ONE Chloe Paddington handbag and it wasn't in the shade I would normally use so I didn't get any.

You know how when you are in the mood to do something, you just have to do it? Well, I was in the mood for a handbag so I continued my search.

Haha! It garnered great results. I walked away with a Miu Miu Spring Summer 06 bag in the end. It was just out early. Yay!!! Plus it wasn't very expensive-slightly cheaper than the Balenciaga and Chloe ones.

Happy, happy, happy.

*smile*

So, shopperholic me continued on my quest for material satisfaction. I can't norish my soul but I can fulfill my physical desires right?

It was back to Topshop again cos my colleagues wanted to shop there.

That resulted in a pair of low soft slochy black bloots, grey pumps and a top.

I talk strangers a lot. I am pretty comfortable doing that. It used to make some of the people I date a little unsettled or uncomfortable but it's really quite harmless. The bulk of the people I talk to are what I call logistic and admin people. They are the ones who make things work, run the show and basically know a lot of "back room" info. Sales assistants, security guards, random staff from different types of establishments.. and so on and so forth.

Right. I was just trying on the soft boots when one of the staff inside the shoe department of Topshop approached me. She looked familiar. I used to frequent this shoe shop in London called "Office" near the place where I eat my duck rice. I distinctively recall her working there cos when I wanted to buy a pair of shoes there previously, some time back, she ignored me. SO I REMEMBER.

Ha!

This time round, she was very friendly and giving me all the positive comments on how those boots looked on me.

Me: You used to work in the Office at Bayswater right?

Her: Yes! Wow, you remember me from there?

Me: Yeah, you were pregnant at that time. So is it a boy or a girl? (It's not that I really care but I don't mind asking either. I work this way.)

Her: It's a boy. Yeah, I move around branches a lot... *yada yada yada*

Me: That's nice. *real smile*

Her: Hey, if you really like this pair of boots, I can get you a discount. Let's call it regular customer discount.

Me: (Surprised) Erm, gee, thanks!

Bear in mind, I used to think she was quite erm not-so-nice for ignoring me the few times I went in to the Bayswater branch to get sneaks.

Oh well, it saved me S$30 in the end. Not bad huh.

It was just like the Miu Miu purchase. I wanted a bag that would suit me so when the sales lady in Selfridge & Co saw my crestfallen face after trying "on" the Balenciaga and Chloe bags, she went into the storeroom and took out the new Miu Miu bag for me. It wasn't ready for display yet apparently.

See, you must be nice to people waiting on you. Always remember that. Especially waitresses. You don't want additional
"food" put in your meal right?

Shanmei and Tanya both called wanting to meet for dinner. Unfortunately, I could only meet one so I chose Tanya. I bought ciggies and brought a bottle of wine for her so it's just as well.

Chilling out and her place, drinking wine and getting high on other stuff was pretty nice. I passed out barely after an hour. It was from the lack of sleep for so many days. I didn't get to eat the bacon and cheese quiche I was there for in the end.

It's cold here now. 14 degree celcius I think.

I like it here. I know this place so well I think I can live here and be comfortable here.

I know the Tube system better than the MRT system back home.

Hmm...

I've got to go prepare for a work briefing have to attend in 10 mins.

Jac Out.

my week in retrospect

2005-11-06T09:30:00.000+08:00

This past week had been nothing short of upheaveals.

My life seems to be always geared towards the extreme-unpredictable, extreme-uncertainty and always a roller-coaster ride.

Be careful what you wish for, you might actually get it.

*grin*

So.

The beginning of week started off nicely with me being able to meet up with friends in Brisbane, namely Ashley and Gillian, and just hanging out in Brisbane and having fun. Shopping, as usual, took precedence over everything else. And without fail, I, again, spent way too much. Threes time more than I should actually. Hmm, I shan't go there. It's too painful to think about it now.

*spank Jac on the ass*

I got new blades.

*smile*

My brother heard about some great deal with this one in-line skate brand so we went "blades shopping" midweek.

For some reason, the designers for that particular brand seemed to have only two colour schemes for the two different genders.

Not liking the wussy baby blue ones for girls/females, I ended up buying the red (one of my least fav colour actually) designed-for-MEN ones for I am HOW macho? Please pardon my Singlish-speak. No lah, the specs for this pair of blades was damm good. I like my blades PRO. Must get the best what. Ha.

Much of dinner that night was spent debating if the person behind the counter, in the kitchen of Scotts Isetan's Pepper Lunch is female or male. My brother insisted that he is a guy cos he "spotted" his adam apple. P.P. thinks otherwise cos of her voice and built.

I was confused.

I can never really tell.

Earlier when P.P. and I were friends, I would go out with her and turn to her earnestly when in doubt, whenever we spot such erm, gender-unspecific-looking person, and go, " Erm, that's a boy/girl (delete accordingly) right?"

She could almost always tell.

I suck at it.

Not that it's any of my concern come to thing of it. Hee.

My week got bad when I went to work after that. I don't know. Women in power. Hmm... Ok, I am fine with half the women in power. Not the other.

The work I do gives me little choice. Half the women (in power) I work with, leaves me wanting men in power instead. I know, that sounds like a step back for womanhood, feminism, whatever, but some of them can be so kan cheong (not cool and calm), too commanding-like they have to make up for not being a man or something, very very micro (cannot see the big picture) and even a little emotional.

I know, it's not fair of me to say that but this has been proven correct time and time again in my work place for the last 7 years.

I MUST never turn out like that!

*shudder*

Much of Thurs night and Friday was spent cursing at (some of) the women I worked with. Me and my bad temper. *shake head*

Saturday went back to being "nice" work day with nice women in power.

I totally relished every moment of it.

Wish it could always be this way. Ya, I know, dream on.

The PATH

2005-10-31T21:41:00.000+08:00

Does reading more make you more informed, make you more knowledgeable, help you make better decisions? It should if we learn what we read, properly, right?

After finishing the totally enjoyable, riveting and a little trippy Murakami's Kafka on the Shore, and inspiring and magical "The Alchemist" (by Paulo Coelho), I feel like I am left none the wiser. Maybe it's a mind block. Maybe I'm just stupid. I can't see THE LIGHT.

There's this movie I watched, about some girl feeling never quite at peace with herself, a little not-quite-sure of how things are supposed to be and just a little incompatible with the world... she became a nun in the end. You know, she found her calling. Ever thought what yours is?

Being a nun doesn't sound like a bad idea to me. It's the veggie-eating part that puts me off. I'm a strict non-vegetarian so being subjected to all those nasty (mostly green though) leafy and/or stalky things... brrr, I can't do it. Maybe not just yet.

What I'm saying is, I constantly find myself lost these days. Like I don't know which direction to go. How fast I should move (and maybe even what I should wear, metaphorically-speaking that is). Like life is just one big mind boggle. Life IS one big boggle. I just need to persevere till the end and it will be reveal to me. Hahaha. So Matrix.

In the meantime, I'll just wander aimlessly till I see THE PATH.

My sense of direction has alway been pretty good. Literally speaking that is. Now I need to improve my OTHER sense of direction.

Restless.

2005-10-25T08:36:00.000+08:00

I'm tired. So tired. Tired with this thing called life.

No, I am not feeling suicidal.

Maybe my zest's gone on a holiday.

Maybe I just need to get some sleep. A lot actually.

Dark and Light

2005-10-22T18:54:00.000+08:00

Playing old skool Hide & Seek in complete darkness though in a spacious suite can be.... tight and PAINFUL!

Boy, can some of them climb.

Isaac, I was so afraid you would damage the furniture. I mean, you went up and stood on top of the cupboard. You're not eactly the lightest person in the world... *grin*

Sorry I inadvertently felt some of you guys up. An inevitable and unavoidable reality when playing such games.

*Hiak Hiak*

I sound like such a perv.

The walking-in into another person wasn't fun. Blacking out in darkness already was...bright actually.
(That's another knock on my head. I'll be surprise if I haven't already become stupid.)

The birthday boy wasn't even present throughout the entire time.

Hmmm, maybe he was getting some lurrrving somewhere else in some place else.

Dam.