overslept. like big time.
did the alarms on my hp ring? i can't remember. if that's the case, i actually slept thru' 3 siren-like alarms.
had red bull the day before, and i hardly could sleep later in the night because i was too hyper even nearing 1AM when i drank it in the late afternoon. it's a vicious cycle. and then yesterday, i would have to get the red bull again, because i didn't sleep well because of the red bull the day before.
but only that yesterday's one was BLUE BULL. .........whaaaaaa...??
and anyways, instead of perking me up, the blue bull lulled me to a state even worse before i drank it. dozing off while i was typing, nonsense!
well, my sister reasoned, the opposite of red is blue.. so the blue bull's effect will be the opposite of the red. (-_-")
i would just say INFERIOR fake goods!!
hm, looks like i might need another today.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
...back at work... again...
zzz..
if i don't go and work, i will be worrying about not having any money to spend. but when i go to work, i complain about being tired and bored and lethargic and everything else.
life is such a bother.
yeeeh.. my colleagues from the same cubicle have all gone for meeting, and i'm left alone with nothing to do, cos i'm too quick! muahahahahaha...
oh dear, am i going to be retrenched soon because they don't have anything else for me to do?
ah, might as well.
anyway, i was telling my family about the perv on the mrt yesterday. and they were tooting and disgusted at such obvious blatant behaviour of that pervert. i asked my dad what would he have done if it was him who encountered this perv. him not being peeped of course, but seeing his wife being peeped at. he said he would have done the same. and then i asked, what if you see a sleeping woman whom you don't know at all, being peeped at? he said matter-of-factly that he would not do anything, after a pause. he and everyone who witnesses it, will prolly just mentally label the perv a crass bastard. i frowned at that and carried on with my dinner. of course i do know that people mind their own business most of the times, but that's like obviously wrong...? labelling a person mentally does not really change anything. it's tantamount to seeing a woman being molested but not doing anything about it. then i said, what if that perv not being stopped, went on to stalk that woman after they both got down the mrt, and followed her to a quieter place before molesting or raping her? just because initially, the people who witness that perv peeping lustily at her did not stop him?
then my dad said, then that's something that he could not help. yah, that's true.. and scary because a mini gesture or thing that you do or not do, can actually change the outcome of the future.
my dad said something about covering up myself more. but it's not what the girls wear really, is it? i didn't quite like it when he said that cos there was a hint that it's MY fault for being peeped at. i was wearing just a sleeveless top for god's sake (look at the family picture at prev post). ok, the neck hole was a tad big and while i was sleeping, it had folded a little over. i am not the demure kinda girl and i admit that i am not mindful of myself at times, so my actions are big and sometimes i showed more than i was ever aware of. but i don't call for people to look into my shirt! i don't even wear sexy stuffs. being dressed like a talibanese woman does not necessary mean that your modesty is safe. from what i do know, some countries who have their women dress more conservatively than in singapore, have higher rape rates. and why is that so? the empowerment of the males over the females - basically, the social and power differences between the two genders. and that is also the reason why that women are dressed in such a ridiculous way that their only tanlines on their bodies are those around their eyes. and that's not because of sunglasses.
ok, i do know that some girls dress outrageously, who think that their legs are 10 inches shorter, and that as long as the nipples are not shown, it's alright. when i was in primary school i stood with my mouth agape lookin at a woman wearing a mini skirt that short that i can see her underpants. i could see her panties not cos i'm short. but it's way obvious. and no, she isn't christina aguilera on mtv. and no, it's not a swimming costume. that would have caused several nose-bleeding-spurts and eyes rolling all over the floor (and prolly beneath her skirt) and trembling hands along the routes she had walked. that's like calling out for all the wolves and pervs in the district to congregate and set up a tablet for her. girls should know how and when to protect themselves.. even when they know their own rights.
luckily i had JX around to stand up for me. and for himself. there are prolly some guys who can't protect their girls for nuts and mutely let them being taken advantage of.
zzz..
if i don't go and work, i will be worrying about not having any money to spend. but when i go to work, i complain about being tired and bored and lethargic and everything else.
life is such a bother.
yeeeh.. my colleagues from the same cubicle have all gone for meeting, and i'm left alone with nothing to do, cos i'm too quick! muahahahahaha...
oh dear, am i going to be retrenched soon because they don't have anything else for me to do?
ah, might as well.
anyway, i was telling my family about the perv on the mrt yesterday. and they were tooting and disgusted at such obvious blatant behaviour of that pervert. i asked my dad what would he have done if it was him who encountered this perv. him not being peeped of course, but seeing his wife being peeped at. he said he would have done the same. and then i asked, what if you see a sleeping woman whom you don't know at all, being peeped at? he said matter-of-factly that he would not do anything, after a pause. he and everyone who witnesses it, will prolly just mentally label the perv a crass bastard. i frowned at that and carried on with my dinner. of course i do know that people mind their own business most of the times, but that's like obviously wrong...? labelling a person mentally does not really change anything. it's tantamount to seeing a woman being molested but not doing anything about it. then i said, what if that perv not being stopped, went on to stalk that woman after they both got down the mrt, and followed her to a quieter place before molesting or raping her? just because initially, the people who witness that perv peeping lustily at her did not stop him?
then my dad said, then that's something that he could not help. yah, that's true.. and scary because a mini gesture or thing that you do or not do, can actually change the outcome of the future.
my dad said something about covering up myself more. but it's not what the girls wear really, is it? i didn't quite like it when he said that cos there was a hint that it's MY fault for being peeped at. i was wearing just a sleeveless top for god's sake (look at the family picture at prev post). ok, the neck hole was a tad big and while i was sleeping, it had folded a little over. i am not the demure kinda girl and i admit that i am not mindful of myself at times, so my actions are big and sometimes i showed more than i was ever aware of. but i don't call for people to look into my shirt! i don't even wear sexy stuffs. being dressed like a talibanese woman does not necessary mean that your modesty is safe. from what i do know, some countries who have their women dress more conservatively than in singapore, have higher rape rates. and why is that so? the empowerment of the males over the females - basically, the social and power differences between the two genders. and that is also the reason why that women are dressed in such a ridiculous way that their only tanlines on their bodies are those around their eyes. and that's not because of sunglasses.
ok, i do know that some girls dress outrageously, who think that their legs are 10 inches shorter, and that as long as the nipples are not shown, it's alright. when i was in primary school i stood with my mouth agape lookin at a woman wearing a mini skirt that short that i can see her underpants. i could see her panties not cos i'm short. but it's way obvious. and no, she isn't christina aguilera on mtv. and no, it's not a swimming costume. that would have caused several nose-bleeding-spurts and eyes rolling all over the floor (and prolly beneath her skirt) and trembling hands along the routes she had walked. that's like calling out for all the wolves and pervs in the district to congregate and set up a tablet for her. girls should know how and when to protect themselves.. even when they know their own rights.
luckily i had JX around to stand up for me. and for himself. there are prolly some guys who can't protect their girls for nuts and mutely let them being taken advantage of.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
eh heh heh.
i didn't go to work on friday. cos i didn't sleep the night before. and hence there's no update of the blog. so i slept and played. and at night, i went over to JX's hall to stay and then...
i fell in love with BLEACH!!.. i started from the first episode and i couldn't really stop since then. as the story unravelled i got more and more awed. and it's like i was sent into a fantasy world, into a japanese world with spirits and death gods and people with extraordinary powers. there's even a character who is an ARCHER.
makes me almost wish to have extraordinary powers. and so that i can kill demons during my free time. and have bright coloured hair just cos i'm uniquely powerful. and look perpetually moody because... cos i'm powerful.
"why? don't like my face and hair is it?" *swiiing*
idiot runs in opposite direction wailing with a bloody face.
hiak hiak hiak. plus, this anime was so funny that when i watched Chicken Little next, i was hardly laughing. (anyway, Chicken Little is crap, crap and nothing but crap. don't bother spending a single cent on it. wait for it to come out on TV.) and prolly it's funny, you feel for each of its characters. and when it's sad, you feel extra sad too.
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i miss them already.. gatherings now are going to be pretty quiet.
i didn't go to work on friday. cos i didn't sleep the night before. and hence there's no update of the blog. so i slept and played. and at night, i went over to JX's hall to stay and then...
i fell in love with BLEACH!!.. i started from the first episode and i couldn't really stop since then. as the story unravelled i got more and more awed. and it's like i was sent into a fantasy world, into a japanese world with spirits and death gods and people with extraordinary powers. there's even a character who is an ARCHER.makes me almost wish to have extraordinary powers. and so that i can kill demons during my free time. and have bright coloured hair just cos i'm uniquely powerful. and look perpetually moody because... cos i'm powerful.
"why? don't like my face and hair is it?" *swiiing*
idiot runs in opposite direction wailing with a bloody face.
hiak hiak hiak. plus, this anime was so funny that when i watched Chicken Little next, i was hardly laughing. (anyway, Chicken Little is crap, crap and nothing but crap. don't bother spending a single cent on it. wait for it to come out on TV.) and prolly it's funny, you feel for each of its characters. and when it's sad, you feel extra sad too.
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the family leaving: shortest boy, green longsleeves girl, boy with cap on jeans, my uncle with long white sleeves, and aunt with white top and specs.
i miss them already.. gatherings now are going to be pretty quiet.
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and JX and i encountered a perv who tried to peep at me while i was sleeping in the mrt. JX got so pissed and seething mad that he scolded that sonuvabitch upside down cos he was pushing against him to have a better 'view'. blatantly pervatic. haiya, long story. but anyway, that perv got away with curses and a bang that rocked his pervase world.
i wonder what's with the thrill of seeing something that a man can't have or touch. in the end, they only get to touch themselves with virtual memor.. o yuck.. that's like virtual molest or rape!!!..
and then those FHM models would have been virtually raped and molested a thousand million and one times.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
the farking co. bus left without meeeeeeeeee!!!
and it was not 7.15AM yet!!
i curse you, yellow-green bus, i lay $4.80 worth of curses on you!!! (yes, that's my taxi fare)
everyone did something to themselves! boob implants, and apparently some celebrities couldn't decide whether they want them or not. put them in, take them out, put them in, take them out. the surgeons should just install zippers on their boobies with silk lining inside of their breasts. those bags can come in handy too. nose jobs. facelifts, browlifts. botox botox botox.
and it was not 7.15AM yet!!
i curse you, yellow-green bus, i lay $4.80 worth of curses on you!!! (yes, that's my taxi fare)
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i've almost clicked on every hyperlink that http://awfulplasticsurgery.com has. i cringed so many times while at it, i thought that maybe i was surfing for corpses from brutal murders. and what's with the pumping of lip collagen? the lips ended up looking like big fat earthworms squirming on your face. oh my gawd, look at meg ryan. why did she ever smile in that pic? if i were her, i would cry and tear off the lips. and lindsay lohan, looks like a surprised duck who got caught in a car's headlights before her death. and i don't know who this person is, but he definitely has the biggest shiny earthworms on his face.everyone did something to themselves! boob implants, and apparently some celebrities couldn't decide whether they want them or not. put them in, take them out, put them in, take them out. the surgeons should just install zippers on their boobies with silk lining inside of their breasts. those bags can come in handy too. nose jobs. facelifts, browlifts. botox botox botox.
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people who think you're good looking, we need not know that you think so. i can't stand it. there's this woman who takes the same company bus as i do. and she seems to be always standing in my view, i don't know why. she stands in an S-posture, meaning that her boobies and her bum jut out like they repel each other. so there's an empty 1 meter circle around her, in case she turns around, people around her wouldn't be hit by her protruding boobs and bum and be accused of molest. ok, maybe her posture is not something she could help. like some spinal cord problems or the curvature of the spine blah blah.
but she is behaving in a way that is pretty nauseating too, and i can't help but carry on staring to disgust myself even more. she flips her thick, shoulder-length, rod-like rebonded hair more often than needed. turns around purposefully. and there's a waggle of her head that seems to imply, "i'm pretty and you're ugly." (no, she's not pretty) while she looks at other people. when i walk behind her, my eyes were just fixated on her swaggering bum. it's kinda hypnotizing.
.
.
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okaaay, maybe it's just her posture. and her tight clothes that enhanced her S-posture. makes me think that she's proclaiming out loud, "hey, HEY! lookie! look at my BOOBIES! my BUM!" while thrusting her front out, and perking her back up. it's an eyesore.
i do know that there're people who're BORN like that. so they can't help that they are walking around like a paralysed snake with legs. but i've also seen some who tried to tone it down, by wearing appropriate clothes. this woman doesn't.
jealous? me? why should i?
you encounter people, who think they're gorgeous, everywhere. it's like, the girls will blink and look away haughtily if they realise that you're looking at them. flick their hair around. and then look back at you to see if you're still looking, and then looking away haughtily again. most of the times, they swagger more too. for guys, upon knowing that some chicks are looking (but not cos of their supposedly good looks), they become more animated, they start posing in ways that they think are cool and seriously 'manly'(?), but not realizing they appear phoney. ahhh.. wake up your ideas!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
oh my gawd.
i take back my words. i came across a person at a page who indeed have implants all over himself. apparently to look beefy. but what came out.. was.... EEEEEEEE....
the author of the webbie commented that he found the 2nd scariest man alive. but man, i think this person looks worse than wacko jacko.
EEEEEEEE... his breasts look disgusting.
traumatizing.... go see for yourselves.
i take back my words. i came across a person at a page who indeed have implants all over himself. apparently to look beefy. but what came out.. was.... EEEEEEEE....
the author of the webbie commented that he found the 2nd scariest man alive. but man, i think this person looks worse than wacko jacko.
EEEEEEEE... his breasts look disgusting.
traumatizing.... go see for yourselves.
~i'm dreaming of a.. white.. CHRISTMAS!~
..who am i kidding. singapore will hardly be white from snow. and if singapore is indeed snowing, i doubt anyone in the world will be celebrating because it's most likely the end of the world.
..who am i kidding. singapore will hardly be white from snow. and if singapore is indeed snowing, i doubt anyone in the world will be celebrating because it's most likely the end of the world.
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Mum: "Quick, dear, please hurry up!! We have to run away NOW!! Everyone else is already long gone!!
Me: "Nooo!! I'm not done with my first snowman's head! And I want to make a snowangel!! And, and..." (threw a snowball at my mom) "...a snowball fight!"
And with that, my mom made me a snowwoman. And children from then on start singing "Em the Snowwoman" whenever it's winter and snowing. (hum along "Frosty the Snowman")
Em the Snowwoman: "Hm! i'm so fat and round. And so white! I need a tan."
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haha, nonsensical.
why are christmas colours green and red? i don't know either. red ribbons on a green christmas tree?
okay, this is prolly premature. but it was kinda induced by my colleague who played christmas songs on his laptop.
makes me kinda depressed actually. makes me feel all holiday-y, but i'm stuck here in the office. *grumble*
it sucks totally to have to wake up early to rainy cold mornings each day. mornings that are meant to just stay in bed. in places that have four seasons, when days become too cold and snowy, they cancel school. uh, whoops, i'm not in school. but anyway, why won't singapore do the same? call everyone - students & employees: there will be no school/work today! why? because it's raining! go back to sleep people.
an instantaneous public-weather-holiday. how nice. singapore will be a better place.
people will become less grouchy (look at me, i'm a good example of a GROUCH because of the lack of zzz). singapore will become a more gracious society. smile smile, "how are you?", "did you just push me? oh, but i'm sure you don't mean it. in fact, it feels like massage.", and lift/bus/train doors will keep on opening and closing because there are perpetual flow of people coming from all sorts of directions, running to board the bus/train/lift and the person holding onto the doors is so nice. singaporeans will stop being crabby, ugly and kiasu.
singapore will not worry about a greying population because with such cold weathered holidays, couples will snuggle in the bed with each other, and then.. everything will go from there. babies will start popping up 9 months once they start this holiday scheme.
and with bigger families, there will be higher consumption. so there will be more jobs created so as to increase supply of goods and services to meet demands. economy will improve.
what a great solution to the problems. everyone will be so happy.
but all of us will have to resign to the fact that singapore will not snow. and so we remain as grouchy sour plums.
an instantaneous public-weather-holiday. how nice. singapore will be a better place.
people will become less grouchy (look at me, i'm a good example of a GROUCH because of the lack of zzz). singapore will become a more gracious society. smile smile, "how are you?", "did you just push me? oh, but i'm sure you don't mean it. in fact, it feels like massage.", and lift/bus/train doors will keep on opening and closing because there are perpetual flow of people coming from all sorts of directions, running to board the bus/train/lift and the person holding onto the doors is so nice. singaporeans will stop being crabby, ugly and kiasu.
singapore will not worry about a greying population because with such cold weathered holidays, couples will snuggle in the bed with each other, and then.. everything will go from there. babies will start popping up 9 months once they start this holiday scheme.
and with bigger families, there will be higher consumption. so there will be more jobs created so as to increase supply of goods and services to meet demands. economy will improve.
what a great solution to the problems. everyone will be so happy.
but all of us will have to resign to the fact that singapore will not snow. and so we remain as grouchy sour plums.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
what has got into me?
i dress weird today (sports shoes with jeans, when was the last time i wore such a combi? prolly in secondary school).
and i'm so stoned, that i'm a big fat stone.
i think some people are really weird. or, more like anti-social. i was opening a door so that i could get to the lift/stairway to go down to the cafetaria, i caught a glimpse of a guy peering at the lighted numbers above the lift door, with half of his body at the stairway. "oh, he must be contemplating to.." before i could finish my thought, he leaped and bounded down the stairs as if he saw a ghost, which is apparently... me. i could even hear him jumping and leaping down stairs till he reached the ground floor. when i was at 3rd floor.
crazy fella. i'm just wearing jeans with sports shoes. most people dress weirdly, or rather, 'schoolishly' here. or is it my face? have my sleepy and already-very-small-eyes gone so small today that they'd disappeared?
slippers and jeans have replaced sports shoes (not sneakers) and jeans. which is good for the toes. i look weird, even retro, cos my only pair of jeans, bunch up just above the shoes.
argh.
that "argh" was meant for the rather short lunch time that i have today. as compared to 2 hours on previous days. so hard to blog now with two of them around, perpetually.
this is so sad.
why the heck am i so tired. oh, my period is prolly coming. hmm. that must be it. i went jogging yesterday and nothing can be more wrong than to jog with sore boobs without a proper sports bra. it felt like my boobs were going to tear away.
and i'm still so tired.. that i kept on dozing off. this the worst by far..
and i'm so stoned, that i'm a big fat stone.
i think some people are really weird. or, more like anti-social. i was opening a door so that i could get to the lift/stairway to go down to the cafetaria, i caught a glimpse of a guy peering at the lighted numbers above the lift door, with half of his body at the stairway. "oh, he must be contemplating to.." before i could finish my thought, he leaped and bounded down the stairs as if he saw a ghost, which is apparently... me. i could even hear him jumping and leaping down stairs till he reached the ground floor. when i was at 3rd floor.
crazy fella. i'm just wearing jeans with sports shoes. most people dress weirdly, or rather, 'schoolishly' here. or is it my face? have my sleepy and already-very-small-eyes gone so small today that they'd disappeared?
slippers and jeans have replaced sports shoes (not sneakers) and jeans. which is good for the toes. i look weird, even retro, cos my only pair of jeans, bunch up just above the shoes.
argh.
that "argh" was meant for the rather short lunch time that i have today. as compared to 2 hours on previous days. so hard to blog now with two of them around, perpetually.
this is so sad.
why the heck am i so tired. oh, my period is prolly coming. hmm. that must be it. i went jogging yesterday and nothing can be more wrong than to jog with sore boobs without a proper sports bra. it felt like my boobs were going to tear away.
and i'm still so tired.. that i kept on dozing off. this the worst by far..
it's kinda silly to wake up so early and come to work, with nothing to do. and yesterday i couldn't take the pretending anymore, i actually said that i'd nothing to do already. then my colleague told me to R&R. that got me thinking for awhile. OH OH! rest and relax! upon that, i ease into my chair. and surfed porn.
ha...
i'm so bloody sleepy.. and bored.
this chair has too short of a back for me to sleep. i'll just ending up dropping my head to the floor behind me.
i'm yawning for the millionth time this morning already.
my gawwwd... it's going to be a long day...
if only that my colleagues will be at a meeting all day long. and i could sleep in the cubicle by myself. better if the cubicle has a door. and a bed and a blankie.. *closed eyes, wide smile*...
...zzz...............
ha...
i'm so bloody sleepy.. and bored.
this chair has too short of a back for me to sleep. i'll just ending up dropping my head to the floor behind me.
i'm yawning for the millionth time this morning already.
my gawwwd... it's going to be a long day...
if only that my colleagues will be at a meeting all day long. and i could sleep in the cubicle by myself. better if the cubicle has a door. and a bed and a blankie.. *closed eyes, wide smile*...
...zzz...............
Monday, November 21, 2005
blissful breaks
yeah!! another break. i like it when my colleagues march out of their cubicles hugging their laptops. wish it's a long and argumentative meeting.
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my sister had just called to tell me that she killed our home PC. and why? because she wanted to 'upgrade' it. by installing another hardware, which is another USB port. she started unscrewing everything. and prolly along the way, she started getting impatient with all the minute screws and screws that we do not have the screwdriver for and tangly wires that she pulled at one. killed the computer, and everything else in the house. short circuit. my mom yelped somewhere in the house. (she took leave today, thus witnessing the brutal murder of our PC by my sister with its guts caught in her hands)
o well, not like i used the home PC much anyways.. cos she's perpetually hogging it. especially now that she had quitted her last job and rotting away at home. prolly inspiring to be a professional yahoo pool player.
but my files!!! my PICTURES, my precious saved files. but not like it should need reformatting.. uh, right? but i'm sure there's tonnes of wormies and whatnot swarming in that guts of a PC.
what's funny, in that phone call. was that when i asked her what was she meddling with the PC for thus causing its premature death, she said "i'm upgrading it!" so indignantly, that i just guffawed. what a cruel twist of irony. and then, she went on onto blaming the short circuit for the state of the PC now. um, knowingly that she was the one who caused the short circuit, and her own hands that pulled the fateful wire and unscrewing the bolts and everything else, so that everything comes apart. after telling her that, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
the PC was actually upgraded a few months ago? june? july? :(
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my sister had just called to tell me that she killed our home PC. and why? because she wanted to 'upgrade' it. by installing another hardware, which is another USB port. she started unscrewing everything. and prolly along the way, she started getting impatient with all the minute screws and screws that we do not have the screwdriver for and tangly wires that she pulled at one. killed the computer, and everything else in the house. short circuit. my mom yelped somewhere in the house. (she took leave today, thus witnessing the brutal murder of our PC by my sister with its guts caught in her hands)
o well, not like i used the home PC much anyways.. cos she's perpetually hogging it. especially now that she had quitted her last job and rotting away at home. prolly inspiring to be a professional yahoo pool player.
but my files!!! my PICTURES, my precious saved files. but not like it should need reformatting.. uh, right? but i'm sure there's tonnes of wormies and whatnot swarming in that guts of a PC.
what's funny, in that phone call. was that when i asked her what was she meddling with the PC for thus causing its premature death, she said "i'm upgrading it!" so indignantly, that i just guffawed. what a cruel twist of irony. and then, she went on onto blaming the short circuit for the state of the PC now. um, knowingly that she was the one who caused the short circuit, and her own hands that pulled the fateful wire and unscrewing the bolts and everything else, so that everything comes apart. after telling her that, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
the PC was actually upgraded a few months ago? june? july? :(
FUGLY
there's hardly any colour on my blog currently.. cos there weren't any pictures taken recently. (forgot to bring the freaking digicam to the recent family gatherings)
so i decided to put one up.
and this picture is bloody fugly. in the first place, is this person a woman or a man?? he/she looks androgynous. but ugly in any sense. this person leans more to the guy's side tho.
horrible hair (that seems to need washing).. horrendous in-your-face-ugliest-shade-of-greeny-brown (algae) shades.. and wrinkles indicate a rubbery face, somewhat.
and what top is that? for a guy, it sucks. and for a woman, well.. i suppose that top is supposed to be worn to match the muddy shades. (tho' i can't imagine boobs on this person's body)
i frequently see this picture online. and it never fails to make me irk. like, can't they feature nicer pictures? or have you seen this familiar picture before too? puke inducing? ha ha.
so i decided to put one up.
and this picture is bloody fugly. in the first place, is this person a woman or a man?? he/she looks androgynous. but ugly in any sense. this person leans more to the guy's side tho.horrible hair (that seems to need washing).. horrendous in-your-face-ugliest-shade-of-greeny-brown (algae) shades.. and wrinkles indicate a rubbery face, somewhat.
and what top is that? for a guy, it sucks. and for a woman, well.. i suppose that top is supposed to be worn to match the muddy shades. (tho' i can't imagine boobs on this person's body)
i frequently see this picture online. and it never fails to make me irk. like, can't they feature nicer pictures? or have you seen this familiar picture before too? puke inducing? ha ha.
didn't sleep as much the last weekend as compared to the last one. in fact, i don't think i slept enough.
and i'm damn sleepy now. and i still gotta pretend that there's work for me to do. when there's NONE. i mean, it's good in a way of course, i'm paid for nothing. but, it's also tiring to pretend to fiddle with some powerpoint slides and look serious, when i'm sleepy and bored. how am i going to hang on till the end of the day, i don't know. so maybe, i'll just ask for work to do. or maybe if there's no work to do, they'll ask me to stop coming to work for a few days work first. that'll ruin my chances of getting money for nothing right? so should i keep quiet??
i hate such mornings. raining cold, dark, gloomy, wet. just the weather to sleep in......... why didn't it freaking rain on the weekends when i can sleep in!
met my boy finally on friday.. i missed him so much.
and my uncle from shanghai had returned for a week before bringing his whole family to shanghai along with him. going to miss the whole family badly. especially the three kids. it's going to be really quiet without them incessantly trying to get your attention. no more shrill giggles, no more pattering/stomping of running feet, no more little ones trying to climb all over you. and the sad thing is that they're going to be away for an indefinite period of time. all of us are going to be missing out on the kids' growing up.. and we're going to be absent from their growing up lives. they're still pretty young, i wonder if they'll grow estranged from us when they return, if they ever return. or they grow up speaking shanghainese chinese and we won't be able to communicate that effectively or what. aaah...
over the weekend, we went to have a buffet lunch at sakura at tampines safra. er, not really that good, even tho it's kinda cheap. 22 per person nett. international buffet.. but seriously, not fantastic. value for money. but they have praline CHOCOLATEs for dessert among the cakes and jelly. the kids all heaped their plates with them.
then we proceeded to archery! even the youngest tried at it. he looked really cute with that minature bowand humongous arm guard. Chonghan expressed interest in archery, and said that he'll pick it up in China. he's quite good actually. he's mighty strong.
then we went to bowl. i think my middle and ring finger were sprained or something. and my sausage fingers thankfully didn't get stuck in the bowling ball. Chonghan had threw a bowling backwards while he went forward. and Qiqi dropped the ball once before she reached the alley. she funnily used two crooked arms to throw the ball forward like she's throwing a fish back into a river. i wasn't better either. i walked to the alley holding the ball with two hands, stopped and then swung the ball back and then forward and up before throwing/dropping it down. the noisiest lane with the loudest bangs and trundles. yah, so at the end of it all, imagine the dents and bumps on our lanes. i can imagine the shiny slippery lanes cursing us and whimpering at their newfound dents and scars while we walked away complaining about our swollen and sore fingers.
they are really going off soon.. and the plan is that this friday night we're going to have another gathering. at the hotel that they're staying. and possibly we can go and thrash the whole place up. ah ha ha.
ooo, i'm so sleepy.... (-_-) Zzzz
and i'm damn sleepy now. and i still gotta pretend that there's work for me to do. when there's NONE. i mean, it's good in a way of course, i'm paid for nothing. but, it's also tiring to pretend to fiddle with some powerpoint slides and look serious, when i'm sleepy and bored. how am i going to hang on till the end of the day, i don't know. so maybe, i'll just ask for work to do. or maybe if there's no work to do, they'll ask me to stop coming to work for a few days work first. that'll ruin my chances of getting money for nothing right? so should i keep quiet??
i hate such mornings. raining cold, dark, gloomy, wet. just the weather to sleep in......... why didn't it freaking rain on the weekends when i can sleep in!
met my boy finally on friday.. i missed him so much.
and my uncle from shanghai had returned for a week before bringing his whole family to shanghai along with him. going to miss the whole family badly. especially the three kids. it's going to be really quiet without them incessantly trying to get your attention. no more shrill giggles, no more pattering/stomping of running feet, no more little ones trying to climb all over you. and the sad thing is that they're going to be away for an indefinite period of time. all of us are going to be missing out on the kids' growing up.. and we're going to be absent from their growing up lives. they're still pretty young, i wonder if they'll grow estranged from us when they return, if they ever return. or they grow up speaking shanghainese chinese and we won't be able to communicate that effectively or what. aaah...
over the weekend, we went to have a buffet lunch at sakura at tampines safra. er, not really that good, even tho it's kinda cheap. 22 per person nett. international buffet.. but seriously, not fantastic. value for money. but they have praline CHOCOLATEs for dessert among the cakes and jelly. the kids all heaped their plates with them.
then we proceeded to archery! even the youngest tried at it. he looked really cute with that minature bowand humongous arm guard. Chonghan expressed interest in archery, and said that he'll pick it up in China. he's quite good actually. he's mighty strong.
then we went to bowl. i think my middle and ring finger were sprained or something. and my sausage fingers thankfully didn't get stuck in the bowling ball. Chonghan had threw a bowling backwards while he went forward. and Qiqi dropped the ball once before she reached the alley. she funnily used two crooked arms to throw the ball forward like she's throwing a fish back into a river. i wasn't better either. i walked to the alley holding the ball with two hands, stopped and then swung the ball back and then forward and up before throwing/dropping it down. the noisiest lane with the loudest bangs and trundles. yah, so at the end of it all, imagine the dents and bumps on our lanes. i can imagine the shiny slippery lanes cursing us and whimpering at their newfound dents and scars while we walked away complaining about our swollen and sore fingers.
they are really going off soon.. and the plan is that this friday night we're going to have another gathering. at the hotel that they're staying. and possibly we can go and thrash the whole place up. ah ha ha.
ooo, i'm so sleepy.... (-_-) Zzzz
Friday, November 18, 2005
i have to clarify that my previous blog is not meant to be a jibe to the thin people of the few who read my blog. Kay and JX.
cos Kay, JX complained that those comments were like well, directed at him. no ah.
i even mentioned that everyone has to be sensitive to thin people too. it's an 'awareness' blog.
ah ha ha..
cos Kay, JX complained that those comments were like well, directed at him. no ah.
i even mentioned that everyone has to be sensitive to thin people too. it's an 'awareness' blog.
ah ha ha..
i dragged my feet wearily to the kitchen in the morning, as usual. and then i saw yesterday's The Newpaper.
The Hottest Blogger was featured. interesting. but she didn't comment on anything. so they're basically publishing the rumours about her, like it's not rampant enough.
she got two movie offers?? and blah blah.
WA.
if you have all the money in the world, what would you change about your physical appearance?
anyway, the fat can have liposuction. but what about the thin? they can't possibly have implants like everywhere, er, right? so they're resigned to be skinny. so isn't it better to be fat than to be thin? you can have the choice to be thin or fat. but not the natural thin people.
or possibly, plastic surgeons had forgotten about the thin. since thin is supposedly to be the epitome of good looks. then. when kate moss was at her prime.
but thin people agonize being thin too, just as fat people. they get remarks that irritate them, just as fat people get theirs.
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"wa, you got thinner again. i almost can't see you!"
"wa, big wind.. quick, you better hang onto something!"
"wa, are you eating at all?"
"wa, come from africa is it?"
"wa, are you anorexic? can't be, you must be not eating properly."
"wa, where you get your clothes? kids' dept is it?"
"wa, bamboo legs."
"wa, chopsticks."
"wa, are you sick? you look sick. you must be sick. you're too thin." (contributed by my prev boss who jibed at fatsos as well as people who became thin)
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(i'm not thin but..) be sensitive to thin people too (not that many are sensitive to fat people). people who yearn to be stick insects aside, the natural thins can't help their skinny look. they can eat all they want while others look enviably, but food comes out of them like almost immediately, like these people are funnels. any quicker, the food will come out as its form while it was on the plate (earlier).
if you have a choice, would you prefer your face or your body to become fat first? some people's faces balloon up more than their bodies, but some people have their bodies boomed up first. if you HAVE to be fat, where would you want FATS to go? my choice, my boobs and bums. ah hahhahaa. but again, my bum looks big already cos of my wide hips (damn). okay, maybe just boobs. and ok, maybe a little to my toes. (but again, i can't decide, long skinny toes are better or long fat toes?)
what a nonsensical blog.
The Hottest Blogger was featured. interesting. but she didn't comment on anything. so they're basically publishing the rumours about her, like it's not rampant enough.
she got two movie offers?? and blah blah.
WA.
if you have all the money in the world, what would you change about your physical appearance?
anyway, the fat can have liposuction. but what about the thin? they can't possibly have implants like everywhere, er, right? so they're resigned to be skinny. so isn't it better to be fat than to be thin? you can have the choice to be thin or fat. but not the natural thin people.
or possibly, plastic surgeons had forgotten about the thin. since thin is supposedly to be the epitome of good looks. then. when kate moss was at her prime.
but thin people agonize being thin too, just as fat people. they get remarks that irritate them, just as fat people get theirs.
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"wa, you got thinner again. i almost can't see you!"
"wa, big wind.. quick, you better hang onto something!"
"wa, are you eating at all?"
"wa, come from africa is it?"
"wa, are you anorexic? can't be, you must be not eating properly."
"wa, where you get your clothes? kids' dept is it?"
"wa, bamboo legs."
"wa, chopsticks."
"wa, are you sick? you look sick. you must be sick. you're too thin." (contributed by my prev boss who jibed at fatsos as well as people who became thin)
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(i'm not thin but..) be sensitive to thin people too (not that many are sensitive to fat people). people who yearn to be stick insects aside, the natural thins can't help their skinny look. they can eat all they want while others look enviably, but food comes out of them like almost immediately, like these people are funnels. any quicker, the food will come out as its form while it was on the plate (earlier).
if you have a choice, would you prefer your face or your body to become fat first? some people's faces balloon up more than their bodies, but some people have their bodies boomed up first. if you HAVE to be fat, where would you want FATS to go? my choice, my boobs and bums. ah hahhahaa. but again, my bum looks big already cos of my wide hips (damn). okay, maybe just boobs. and ok, maybe a little to my toes. (but again, i can't decide, long skinny toes are better or long fat toes?)
what a nonsensical blog.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
can a day be worse than this?
a bad day, not just a boring one.
it's pouring in the morning, yes. and after i was sitting in the company's bus like a sour plum, waiting for it to take off. this guy rushed up the bus and while the eyes looked around frantically for an empty seat, he jabbed me hard on the arm with his brolly. that woke me up. if it's any inner, he would have got a bull's eye on my right boob.
i sat sullenly throughout the ride to work.
had misunderstanding with almost everyone i cared about.
damn tired and bored.
today's work that i'd worked on was so messy and ugly looking i don't know where to start.
on the way home the bus was damn stuffy and crowded and noisy, and the ah soh beside me decided to close the air-con vent above us. i glanced at her with a glum face. she doesn't need air, i need air. i reached up to direct the vent straight at me. she peeped at me nervously. i stared in front of me sullen-mode, jay-chou-style.
on the mrt, sat facing a woman who looked disturbing. she looked disturbed, and disturbing. a parent brought her kid to sit beside her, and the woman actually attempted to reached out for the kid, to bring her to sit beside her. and the kid said in chinese, "i'm scared.." while looking at her, and then at her mom. the (disturbing) woman actually replied, "there's nothing to be scared of. i'm old already." (huh? if she's younger than ought to be frightened of her??)
and there was a tiko ah pek beside me. i can't stand tiko peks. a girl wearing a black tube dress (which looks like she doesn't belong in it) boarded the train with her much prettier friend. and the ah pek beside me was craning his neck left right up down so that he could peek at her through the waists and armpits of standing passengers. he continued to do so, while i looked at him nonchalantly. he stopped after a while. guess he finally saw her face.
walked out of the mrt station, and saw someone selling nut-ice-cream out of nowhere. there was a standup poster and i was walking on and looking back at it. and then walked straight into a big sized guy (i think), who was also apparently walking and looking back but at the stall. bang never mind, he stepped, no stomped on my bloody right foot. he's wearing work-shoes, and i'm wearing my flat slippers. why is it not me who stepped on him instead? i'm lighter, and i'm not wearing shoes! he apologized profusely as i just assumed to where i was heading without a breathe of word or "ow". my foot throbbed but i just looked at it sullenly. at least he's not wearing stilettos, i breathed.
but alright, the day has finally ended and everything's ok, again. prolly it's 17th Nov that cursed me.
it's pouring in the morning, yes. and after i was sitting in the company's bus like a sour plum, waiting for it to take off. this guy rushed up the bus and while the eyes looked around frantically for an empty seat, he jabbed me hard on the arm with his brolly. that woke me up. if it's any inner, he would have got a bull's eye on my right boob.
i sat sullenly throughout the ride to work.
had misunderstanding with almost everyone i cared about.
damn tired and bored.
today's work that i'd worked on was so messy and ugly looking i don't know where to start.
on the way home the bus was damn stuffy and crowded and noisy, and the ah soh beside me decided to close the air-con vent above us. i glanced at her with a glum face. she doesn't need air, i need air. i reached up to direct the vent straight at me. she peeped at me nervously. i stared in front of me sullen-mode, jay-chou-style.
on the mrt, sat facing a woman who looked disturbing. she looked disturbed, and disturbing. a parent brought her kid to sit beside her, and the woman actually attempted to reached out for the kid, to bring her to sit beside her. and the kid said in chinese, "i'm scared.." while looking at her, and then at her mom. the (disturbing) woman actually replied, "there's nothing to be scared of. i'm old already." (huh? if she's younger than ought to be frightened of her??)
and there was a tiko ah pek beside me. i can't stand tiko peks. a girl wearing a black tube dress (which looks like she doesn't belong in it) boarded the train with her much prettier friend. and the ah pek beside me was craning his neck left right up down so that he could peek at her through the waists and armpits of standing passengers. he continued to do so, while i looked at him nonchalantly. he stopped after a while. guess he finally saw her face.
walked out of the mrt station, and saw someone selling nut-ice-cream out of nowhere. there was a standup poster and i was walking on and looking back at it. and then walked straight into a big sized guy (i think), who was also apparently walking and looking back but at the stall. bang never mind, he stepped, no stomped on my bloody right foot. he's wearing work-shoes, and i'm wearing my flat slippers. why is it not me who stepped on him instead? i'm lighter, and i'm not wearing shoes! he apologized profusely as i just assumed to where i was heading without a breathe of word or "ow". my foot throbbed but i just looked at it sullenly. at least he's not wearing stilettos, i breathed.
but alright, the day has finally ended and everything's ok, again. prolly it's 17th Nov that cursed me.
what is worse than waking up at 6 in the morning when you sleep after midnight for the past 4 days? having to wake up to a pouring, cold and dark morning which started just before you woke up. i freaking want to go back to my blankie and snuggle back to sleep but.. seriously i don't know what kept me going still.
and now i'm damn grouchy. with wet wrinkled cold toes.
and darlie's tea care sucks. it almost made me farking puke as i was brushing my teeth. green tea is meant to be drunk. not to be put in shampoos and toothpaste. i was horrified that such a vile tasting thing is actually a toothpaste in which we put into our mouths.
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it's sad, that you sometimes feel that you do not matter as much to the person, as much as the person matters to you.
and i'm farking pissed, whenever i feel taken for granted. just because i seemed nice, doesn't mean i have to take SHIT from anyone.
and now i'm damn grouchy. with wet wrinkled cold toes.
and darlie's tea care sucks. it almost made me farking puke as i was brushing my teeth. green tea is meant to be drunk. not to be put in shampoos and toothpaste. i was horrified that such a vile tasting thing is actually a toothpaste in which we put into our mouths.
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it's sad, that you sometimes feel that you do not matter as much to the person, as much as the person matters to you.
and i'm farking pissed, whenever i feel taken for granted. just because i seemed nice, doesn't mean i have to take SHIT from anyone.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
is it pms, or the people around me? i'm almost always getting irritated. or maybe it's sleep, or the lack of it rather.
people who are getting on the MRTs, getting on the bus, walking to the office building, getting into the lift.
QUIT THE BLOODY PUSHING!!
the seats won't be running away, the lift doors aren't closing, the bus is not going to move away nor the mrt (tho i wish the doors will shut in your freaking faces), and the office building is hardly moving an inch and no, it's not even time for work yet!
PUSH PUSH PUSH for what?
i don't deny i rush about sometimes, but i DON'T farking push other people!
i hate it especially when MEN are pushing from behind when i'm either waiting for my turn to get on the bus/MRT/lift. no, they don't touch me directly, they press onto my, usually big, bag. hey, hey... FARK YOU.
i always snatch an angry glance back at them, and more than often, they back away a little. sometimes they don't, cos there are similar people like them pressing onto themselves from the behind. and if they do back up still, the people behind them may actually think that they are gay or something. sometimes, i push my bag back more to hit them or elbow them. in retaliation.
i can't stand it even more, when fat aunties, or just anyone with a humongous chest, push people using their BOOBS. they can touch you with their boobies, but then if you touch them? well, it's going to be sensitive. not the boobs. the situation. boobs are termed as 'assets', but they are not meant to be used THIS way to your advantage. keep them bloody to yourself. cos i can't retaliate. my elbow/bag will just bounce off your boobies and i may hurt myelf.
and i hardly think that most guys are gentlemanly at all. cos most of the women don't want to squeeze with them in case they eat their tofu and then, the guys squeeze them back away from the doors. so mainly the women are the last few to board the train/bus/whatever.
don't the guys feel the least ashamed that they do not have the slightest grace? to let the women take their time (most are wearing heels for god's sake) to climb up the bus or what and have seats? i guess no, cos they're thick-skinned too. they rather sit and stare blankly at the space in front of them than to give up his seat to a woman wearing heels tottering beside him. if she bumps into him, he might give her a dirty look (not hum sup look) even, for breaking his meditation.
ya, i'm irritated. cos there's this guy behind me who pushed my bag so that i could push the person in front of me - in the morning taking the COMPANY'S BUS. i frowned and turned my head halfway and he backed off. GOOD.
if only they all just wisen up. it's not like there isn't enough seats for everyone! so why the rush? to PICK seats ah!? grow up la.
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p.s.: i saw a horrible scene this morning. a rat in its rawest form. 4 crows guarding it and pulling at its red flesh. the tail was the only thing that determines it as a rat. gag. the crows look like vultures with the shreds of bloody flesh hanging from their beaks. although i'd seen crows picking at dead-somethings before, but... ever since when are crows carnivorous???
people who are getting on the MRTs, getting on the bus, walking to the office building, getting into the lift.
QUIT THE BLOODY PUSHING!!
the seats won't be running away, the lift doors aren't closing, the bus is not going to move away nor the mrt (tho i wish the doors will shut in your freaking faces), and the office building is hardly moving an inch and no, it's not even time for work yet!
PUSH PUSH PUSH for what?
i don't deny i rush about sometimes, but i DON'T farking push other people!
i hate it especially when MEN are pushing from behind when i'm either waiting for my turn to get on the bus/MRT/lift. no, they don't touch me directly, they press onto my, usually big, bag. hey, hey... FARK YOU.
i always snatch an angry glance back at them, and more than often, they back away a little. sometimes they don't, cos there are similar people like them pressing onto themselves from the behind. and if they do back up still, the people behind them may actually think that they are gay or something. sometimes, i push my bag back more to hit them or elbow them. in retaliation.
i can't stand it even more, when fat aunties, or just anyone with a humongous chest, push people using their BOOBS. they can touch you with their boobies, but then if you touch them? well, it's going to be sensitive. not the boobs. the situation. boobs are termed as 'assets', but they are not meant to be used THIS way to your advantage. keep them bloody to yourself. cos i can't retaliate. my elbow/bag will just bounce off your boobies and i may hurt myelf.
and i hardly think that most guys are gentlemanly at all. cos most of the women don't want to squeeze with them in case they eat their tofu and then, the guys squeeze them back away from the doors. so mainly the women are the last few to board the train/bus/whatever.
don't the guys feel the least ashamed that they do not have the slightest grace? to let the women take their time (most are wearing heels for god's sake) to climb up the bus or what and have seats? i guess no, cos they're thick-skinned too. they rather sit and stare blankly at the space in front of them than to give up his seat to a woman wearing heels tottering beside him. if she bumps into him, he might give her a dirty look (not hum sup look) even, for breaking his meditation.
ya, i'm irritated. cos there's this guy behind me who pushed my bag so that i could push the person in front of me - in the morning taking the COMPANY'S BUS. i frowned and turned my head halfway and he backed off. GOOD.
if only they all just wisen up. it's not like there isn't enough seats for everyone! so why the rush? to PICK seats ah!? grow up la.
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p.s.: i saw a horrible scene this morning. a rat in its rawest form. 4 crows guarding it and pulling at its red flesh. the tail was the only thing that determines it as a rat. gag. the crows look like vultures with the shreds of bloody flesh hanging from their beaks. although i'd seen crows picking at dead-somethings before, but... ever since when are crows carnivorous???
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
i'm blogging under her nose and she doesn't know it.
she has been on the phone for, what... almost an hour? talking to her husband.
...going on and on.. her laptop screen even went blank once and she had to key in her password to get outta her screensaver.
not that she didn't try to meddle with the laptop and tried to look that she is at work.
boy, i was freaking aware that she's not doing her work, and that made me indignant, i'm paid peanuts, why bother right? of course different job scope and everything. but it's stupid that a temp who got into the job barely 2 weeks and she's working harder than the perm staff there. when supposedly they're busy.
she has been on the phone for, what... almost an hour? talking to her husband.
...going on and on.. her laptop screen even went blank once and she had to key in her password to get outta her screensaver.
not that she didn't try to meddle with the laptop and tried to look that she is at work.
boy, i was freaking aware that she's not doing her work, and that made me indignant, i'm paid peanuts, why bother right? of course different job scope and everything. but it's stupid that a temp who got into the job barely 2 weeks and she's working harder than the perm staff there. when supposedly they're busy.
Big Em, Small Em
Big Em is evil. i think she's superficial.
she talks in a different manner when she is facing her boss or phonecalls from clients. high-pitchy, giggly and baby-ish(?).
and then at the way she looks at me or talk to me? stare: "i-box-you-if-you-ask-any-more-questions". unapproachable bitchiness.
fine by me, i rather be left alone than have anyone to try to make conversations with me just cos i'm a newbie, and that they thought i prolly feel left out. anti-social? er, maybe.
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she asked me just now: -
Big Em: Em, want to join US for lunch? (look on her face: i hope you don't!)
Me: Er. No. It's ok.
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sometimes, lonely is not about being by yourself. you can feel more lonely even if you've the whole of singapore eating with you.
save the weirdness.
anyway, what's up with this woman. she is only nice to selective people. or maybe, she just don't bloody like my face. well, DAMN her.
or maybe, she's nice to the people who can help her in any way. BITCH.
oh, not too good to be badmouthing my colleague over the blog during office hours huh? well, who cares, she can slam me on her own blog during office hours if she wants. if she's not badmouthing me to her friends over lunch today already.
just spoke to the cleaner who came into the cubicle to clean the floor. she's nice, she talks to me with a smile. and you feel her as being genuine.
the higher you climb in the corporate ladder, the faker you become. everything has to be done for a purpose or a reason good enough.
the cleaner is happy with her job at least.
she talks in a different manner when she is facing her boss or phonecalls from clients. high-pitchy, giggly and baby-ish(?).
and then at the way she looks at me or talk to me? stare: "i-box-you-if-you-ask-any-more-questions". unapproachable bitchiness.
fine by me, i rather be left alone than have anyone to try to make conversations with me just cos i'm a newbie, and that they thought i prolly feel left out. anti-social? er, maybe.
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she asked me just now: -
Big Em: Em, want to join US for lunch? (look on her face: i hope you don't!)
Me: Er. No. It's ok.
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sometimes, lonely is not about being by yourself. you can feel more lonely even if you've the whole of singapore eating with you.
save the weirdness.
anyway, what's up with this woman. she is only nice to selective people. or maybe, she just don't bloody like my face. well, DAMN her.
or maybe, she's nice to the people who can help her in any way. BITCH.
oh, not too good to be badmouthing my colleague over the blog during office hours huh? well, who cares, she can slam me on her own blog during office hours if she wants. if she's not badmouthing me to her friends over lunch today already.
just spoke to the cleaner who came into the cubicle to clean the floor. she's nice, she talks to me with a smile. and you feel her as being genuine.
the higher you climb in the corporate ladder, the faker you become. everything has to be done for a purpose or a reason good enough.
the cleaner is happy with her job at least.
Monday, November 14, 2005
the other 'Em' beside me
she took 1 hour and 45 minutes for her lunch, and talked non-stop on the phone till now.
cool enough, she won't be bugging me.
i can't help but feel that she may belong to the bitchy side. and she called me her 'twin' sister when she introduced me to another colleague. *shudder*
don't you know that twins don't have similar names but similar looks, if they're identical twins? huh? doh.
and i sure do not want to look like her. ah ha ha.
cool enough, she won't be bugging me.
i can't help but feel that she may belong to the bitchy side. and she called me her 'twin' sister when she introduced me to another colleague. *shudder*
don't you know that twins don't have similar names but similar looks, if they're identical twins? huh? doh.
and i sure do not want to look like her. ah ha ha.
i summon all shooting stars and lighted birthday candles and wishing wands and magic books..
to give my boy the bestest luck for his exams!
as i am typing this out, he is marching to his exam hall.
it seems so long since my last exams. and am i sadistic? cos i actually thought that i missed them. ah HAHAHAHA... the adrenaline, the butterflies in the stomach, the constipated feeling, woozy head, dry mouth, and fluttering heart that feels so puny.
not to mention, weak trembling hands that you try to control so that you can write pages and pages of nonsense.
p.s.: it has finally started dear. ah ha ha ha.
p.p.s: not that you really need all that shooting stars and yada yada.
as i am typing this out, he is marching to his exam hall.
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it seems so long since my last exams. and am i sadistic? cos i actually thought that i missed them. ah HAHAHAHA... the adrenaline, the butterflies in the stomach, the constipated feeling, woozy head, dry mouth, and fluttering heart that feels so puny.
not to mention, weak trembling hands that you try to control so that you can write pages and pages of nonsense.
p.s.: it has finally started dear. ah ha ha ha.
p.p.s: not that you really need all that shooting stars and yada yada.
meals
are sometimes damn troublesome. eat for the sake of eating.
nothing really nice to eat here. too many people in the cafetaria, and i don't feel like venturing out anywhere further than the floor below mine. this place is a maze. (but again, i would have the excuse to have a longer break.)
one thing that i'd noticed today:
nothing really nice to eat here. too many people in the cafetaria, and i don't feel like venturing out anywhere further than the floor below mine. this place is a maze. (but again, i would have the excuse to have a longer break.)
one thing that i'd noticed today:
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the people in the office who are situated near the toilets are generally fatter than those situated further away.
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
Fake.
i just had 'fake' black pepper chicken. it's freaking good. so good that i think it may beat the real one. (i'm talking vegan black pepper chicken if you didn't realise.) and i should think it should be healthier than the real one, er, right? but anyways, i'm hooked on it. and with the pandemic chicken flu going about, best that we steer clear of anything that has feathers when it was alive. not that chicky flu can be spread through eating diseased meat (not that we do know of i think) but more of the antibiotics and what-not they inject into our feathered friends.
ever think of becoming vegan? this the best time.
anyway, i was saying, the fake black pepper chicken imitates the real one so well, that it prolly surpassed the latter. even the texture of the 'meat' was real-like. like tender chicken, not some old tough breast of a chicken. so, all things fake are not that bad.
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which links me to something - plastic surgery. with all the hype going about blogosphere regarding a young local woman who recently got pretty famous and termed as The Hottest Blogger. and yeah, she's reaaaally pretty. but there are blogs posted to slam her, saying that she had reconstructed, practically, her whole face. with pictures of her before and after to boot. and it's really quite dramatically amazing actually.
to have plastic surgery to enhance your look, ok, great, if you've the ching-ching and that it makes you feel better about yourself. but to reconstruct your entire face..? that's basically changing your identity, no? the face that her family and her friends used to identify with, has changed to a complete new (and pretty) look. where's the 'you' in the new look?
but what gets people going about her and her plastic surgery, was that she denied ever having one. prolly people will accept it better if she had admitted to doing her eyes, nose, cheeks, jaw, boobs etc...? maybe.
prolly the green-eyed monster is rearing its ugly head in the people who can't believe that a girl this pretty cos she did something to herself, is actually getting famous cos she was signed up by a media company. and she's smart, and she sounds like she's rather rich.
how many people have actually gone under the knife in the media industry anyways? maybe it's easier to count those who did not. but yeah, my boy was saying, that the media stars have actually gone under the knife after they got famous. but again, how much do we know? and then, i do not think that the hot blogger made herself pretty and desirable because she intended to go into the entertainment world.. did she?
she prolly denied it cos she didn't know how to handle such a problem with everyone scrutinizing her with eagle eyes. make one mistake, and everyone pounced on it like hungry tigers, tearing it viciously apart. she's afterall, just 21?
it's like the jacko's face business. ongoing for the longest of time. but his case was more of a retrograde.
this girl - i don't deny marvelling at the work of her plastic surgeon.
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read the newspapers today, about a teacher who blogs about her life explicitly. her sexuality, her thoughts, 'her favourite position', her intention to sell sex toys. there is way too much focus on bloggers these days, no? where's that blardy freedom of speech? and why can't people accept that teachers are human too? an occupation doesn't determine who you are, or what a person you are. a teacher cannot dye his/her hair? what bullshit, even if all the teachers in the schools have jet-black hair, there WILL be students still dyeing their hair to all sorts of colours. why? media, other adults in other occupations whom they see along the streets, their parents, their older sisters or brothers. what valid reason is there to restrict teachers from such freedom? to set as a good example? how do hair colours determine what sort of person are you? (i'm not referring to: blondes=dumb, redheads=geeky, brunettes=dull plain janes) as long as the hair colours do not belong to any of the rainbow colours, give all of us/them a break.
i'm digressing.
as i'd said, everyone has their own personal lives, and all of them are entitled to theirs. it's prolly silly that the teacher has mixed her professional life and personal life all in one blog (putting pictures of herself and her class as well), and got herself into trouble. but i don't think she deserved to be gone down so hardly on. what, you can't imagine a teacher to be sexually active, nor gay? you don't supposed that teachers, upon taking up their jobs, vow to ditch their personal lives and become saints, do you? you think that all doctors do not smoke, do not have numerous affairs? despite knowing about lung/thoat cancer and STDs?
it's getting way too dangerous to be blogging about anything now, i realise. the freedom of speech even here, is getting encroached on. what people say in their online 'diaries', are no more ramblings but statements. statements that are taken very seriously. it's like, blogging has become something that you have to engage in rationality and that you have to think twice about posting what you want to say. blogging, was never meant to be taken seriously at all.
i heard, china has banned blogging. i think, prolly, in time, Singapore might take to that stand too, given that so much negativity was shone on some bloggers these days.
ever think of becoming vegan? this the best time.
anyway, i was saying, the fake black pepper chicken imitates the real one so well, that it prolly surpassed the latter. even the texture of the 'meat' was real-like. like tender chicken, not some old tough breast of a chicken. so, all things fake are not that bad.
.........................................................................................................
which links me to something - plastic surgery. with all the hype going about blogosphere regarding a young local woman who recently got pretty famous and termed as The Hottest Blogger. and yeah, she's reaaaally pretty. but there are blogs posted to slam her, saying that she had reconstructed, practically, her whole face. with pictures of her before and after to boot. and it's really quite dramatically amazing actually.
to have plastic surgery to enhance your look, ok, great, if you've the ching-ching and that it makes you feel better about yourself. but to reconstruct your entire face..? that's basically changing your identity, no? the face that her family and her friends used to identify with, has changed to a complete new (and pretty) look. where's the 'you' in the new look?
but what gets people going about her and her plastic surgery, was that she denied ever having one. prolly people will accept it better if she had admitted to doing her eyes, nose, cheeks, jaw, boobs etc...? maybe.
prolly the green-eyed monster is rearing its ugly head in the people who can't believe that a girl this pretty cos she did something to herself, is actually getting famous cos she was signed up by a media company. and she's smart, and she sounds like she's rather rich.
how many people have actually gone under the knife in the media industry anyways? maybe it's easier to count those who did not. but yeah, my boy was saying, that the media stars have actually gone under the knife after they got famous. but again, how much do we know? and then, i do not think that the hot blogger made herself pretty and desirable because she intended to go into the entertainment world.. did she?
she prolly denied it cos she didn't know how to handle such a problem with everyone scrutinizing her with eagle eyes. make one mistake, and everyone pounced on it like hungry tigers, tearing it viciously apart. she's afterall, just 21?
it's like the jacko's face business. ongoing for the longest of time. but his case was more of a retrograde.
this girl - i don't deny marvelling at the work of her plastic surgeon.
....................................................................................................
read the newspapers today, about a teacher who blogs about her life explicitly. her sexuality, her thoughts, 'her favourite position', her intention to sell sex toys. there is way too much focus on bloggers these days, no? where's that blardy freedom of speech? and why can't people accept that teachers are human too? an occupation doesn't determine who you are, or what a person you are. a teacher cannot dye his/her hair? what bullshit, even if all the teachers in the schools have jet-black hair, there WILL be students still dyeing their hair to all sorts of colours. why? media, other adults in other occupations whom they see along the streets, their parents, their older sisters or brothers. what valid reason is there to restrict teachers from such freedom? to set as a good example? how do hair colours determine what sort of person are you? (i'm not referring to: blondes=dumb, redheads=geeky, brunettes=dull plain janes) as long as the hair colours do not belong to any of the rainbow colours, give all of us/them a break.
i'm digressing.
as i'd said, everyone has their own personal lives, and all of them are entitled to theirs. it's prolly silly that the teacher has mixed her professional life and personal life all in one blog (putting pictures of herself and her class as well), and got herself into trouble. but i don't think she deserved to be gone down so hardly on. what, you can't imagine a teacher to be sexually active, nor gay? you don't supposed that teachers, upon taking up their jobs, vow to ditch their personal lives and become saints, do you? you think that all doctors do not smoke, do not have numerous affairs? despite knowing about lung/thoat cancer and STDs?
it's getting way too dangerous to be blogging about anything now, i realise. the freedom of speech even here, is getting encroached on. what people say in their online 'diaries', are no more ramblings but statements. statements that are taken very seriously. it's like, blogging has become something that you have to engage in rationality and that you have to think twice about posting what you want to say. blogging, was never meant to be taken seriously at all.
i heard, china has banned blogging. i think, prolly, in time, Singapore might take to that stand too, given that so much negativity was shone on some bloggers these days.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
some people are just simply clueless about the people around them.
like, the people who rush and bump their ways through into the mrt as the doors open. they can't even wait for a few seconds for the people inside to get out before they jostle for their seats. what i do - square my shoulders and bang into them. but... they're too farking fixated on the seats that they're eyeing hungrily. old people, never mind, can understand why they would want to rush for seats too. because there are inconsiderate people who are competing with them for seats, even they do not seem to have an aching back, or rheumatism, or lack of balance. plomp down on their seats, and nestle in smiling smugly. and once they see an elderly, pretend to sleep almost at once. or be really interested in the article that the newspaper published.
it's the same thing with buses. i encountered a few times as i was a secondary school student with a huge bag queueing trying to get up the bus, and then there was this middle-aged woman (always middle-aged woman) suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tried to jostle her way up the bus in front of me (no matter that i already had a leg up the bus). doesn't matter that she was pushing me and making me totter backwards. because they're OBLIVIOUS of the people around them! cos they're so bloody kiasu!
and today! as i was queueing up for dinner today, there's this chinese middle-aged woman who cut the queue and placed her order. there were 2 other girls in front of me, but they were talking to each other and i doubted that they noticed. i was rather pissed. it was bloody obvious that there was a queue but she had matter-of-factly cut it. she ordered for man-made noodles and that took some time. cos when my boy's order and mine came, she just got hers too. but just before she got it, she was complaining how come hers took so long in a tone that i want to slap her.
CUT QUEUE STILL MAKE SO MUCH NOISE!!!
bloody hell. but that was the mad one in me raving, on the surface i was just mildly irritated, as well as pleased that her order took so 'long' (which wasn't really. that shows how unreasonable and demanding she is).
damn, maybe i should have exploded on her and ask her to GET BEHIND!
but i think this woman might be quite fiery.
ah, fark it..
it's the same thing with buses. i encountered a few times as i was a secondary school student with a huge bag queueing trying to get up the bus, and then there was this middle-aged woman (always middle-aged woman) suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tried to jostle her way up the bus in front of me (no matter that i already had a leg up the bus). doesn't matter that she was pushing me and making me totter backwards. because they're OBLIVIOUS of the people around them! cos they're so bloody kiasu!
and today! as i was queueing up for dinner today, there's this chinese middle-aged woman who cut the queue and placed her order. there were 2 other girls in front of me, but they were talking to each other and i doubted that they noticed. i was rather pissed. it was bloody obvious that there was a queue but she had matter-of-factly cut it. she ordered for man-made noodles and that took some time. cos when my boy's order and mine came, she just got hers too. but just before she got it, she was complaining how come hers took so long in a tone that i want to slap her.
CUT QUEUE STILL MAKE SO MUCH NOISE!!!
bloody hell. but that was the mad one in me raving, on the surface i was just mildly irritated, as well as pleased that her order took so 'long' (which wasn't really. that shows how unreasonable and demanding she is).
damn, maybe i should have exploded on her and ask her to GET BEHIND!
but i think this woman might be quite fiery.
ah, fark it..
PUBBIES.
there is a pub at serangoon that is named The Pubbies. and i pronounced it just as like pubic hair's 'pubic'. Pubbies = Pubies. ah haha.. what a name. i find it very fitting for a blog like this.
anyway, talking about pubic hair, and armpit hair. there are quite interesting stuffs to talk about actually. prolly controversial to talk about. but it's just hair, that sprouts during everyone's puberty (ala pubic hair?).
i noticed: there is the "fuzz" kind, the "rebonded" kind, and the "normal curly" kind. at least, these 3 kinds are to my own knowledge.
(FUZZ: is so kinky or wiry that when you look at it from a distance, it's just a fuzz like a blurry cloud. REBONDED: as the name suggests, the hair is long and relatively, straight. with few kinks. NORMAL CURLY: curly and pretty short. the in-between of fuzz and rebonded)
no matter what kinda type of armpit hair it belongs to, i think it should be removed. pluck, shave or wax. just get it off. and i say, that applies to guys and girls alike. (what's so 'man' about having armpit hair?) armpit hair serves no purpose but to trap bacteria as you sweat and make yourself stink. and i don't know about stone age era, but now, i don't think armpit hair is appealing to the eyes at all. and i seriously don't think it's returning to fashion either. what's irksome is that some guys who have bushes beneath their arms still wear singlets and flash them (as they reach over their lunch to get chilli sauce or have their hands supporting the back of their heads as they talk to you [but you can't help but feel disgusted and distracted by the two dark bushes staring back at you]. some bushes even peek outta the guys' pits even though their arms are unraised. manly does not equte to hairy (and often smelly) pits.
there are women who do not shave and still where sleeveless tops. i'd seen a female lecturer and a female tutor (who also don't wear a bra nor any makeup; so i think she's really au-natural, or a feminist) who have flashed their tufts of pit-hair to a whole class (who were more fixated at the tufts than what she was saying).
i don't know ever since when that armpit hair was undesirable.
but i sure do not want any of them in my food. my mom told me once that her friend was eating a pack-away container of man-made noodles bought from a stall at the coffeeshop near my place. and she found a piece of curly-wurly hair sitting nicely on top of her noodles, welcoming her to her dinner. she lost her appetite.
i think that story spread to quite a number of people around my place. because... not too long after, the stall had changed its owner.
see? armpit hair does no good.
anyway, talking about pubic hair, and armpit hair. there are quite interesting stuffs to talk about actually. prolly controversial to talk about. but it's just hair, that sprouts during everyone's puberty (ala pubic hair?).
i noticed: there is the "fuzz" kind, the "rebonded" kind, and the "normal curly" kind. at least, these 3 kinds are to my own knowledge.
(FUZZ: is so kinky or wiry that when you look at it from a distance, it's just a fuzz like a blurry cloud. REBONDED: as the name suggests, the hair is long and relatively, straight. with few kinks. NORMAL CURLY: curly and pretty short. the in-between of fuzz and rebonded)
no matter what kinda type of armpit hair it belongs to, i think it should be removed. pluck, shave or wax. just get it off. and i say, that applies to guys and girls alike. (what's so 'man' about having armpit hair?) armpit hair serves no purpose but to trap bacteria as you sweat and make yourself stink. and i don't know about stone age era, but now, i don't think armpit hair is appealing to the eyes at all. and i seriously don't think it's returning to fashion either. what's irksome is that some guys who have bushes beneath their arms still wear singlets and flash them (as they reach over their lunch to get chilli sauce or have their hands supporting the back of their heads as they talk to you [but you can't help but feel disgusted and distracted by the two dark bushes staring back at you]
there are women who do not shave and still where sleeveless tops. i'd seen a female lecturer and a female tutor (who also don't wear a bra nor any makeup; so i think she's really au-natural, or a feminist) who have flashed their tufts of pit-hair to a whole class (who were more fixated at the tufts than what she was saying).
i don't know ever since when that armpit hair was undesirable.
but i sure do not want any of them in my food. my mom told me once that her friend was eating a pack-away container of man-made noodles bought from a stall at the coffeeshop near my place. and she found a piece of curly-wurly hair sitting nicely on top of her noodles, welcoming her to her dinner. she lost her appetite.
i think that story spread to quite a number of people around my place. because... not too long after, the stall had changed its owner.
see? armpit hair does no good.
the male cleavage, they say. tho i wonder what's really sexy about those bushes. this ad picture was taken in the answer to....
this female (Gucci) ad version. (nice bod, with nicely trimmed bush.) a Gucci pube, how's that? a branded pube. chic. (the replies in the link of the advert said G Spot. hoho)
it's possible to dye your pubes. so if it's dyed green, wouldn't it be a real bush. ah haha...
i think the bush down there should be trimmed or shaved too. not really nice to see a guy or a girl donning their flashy swimsuits with ultra good bods, to have only tufts of hair peeking out at the in-between of their legs. turn off. worse still, after they come out of the swimming pools, their wet hair lay in streaks stuck to the sides of their legs beneath their triangular bottom.
anyway, what's the use of such hair at these regions? they don't have any uses, right? i doubt it's keeping us warm at those places. i think the last body part that a guy wants to keep warm is there. hahaha.
(ah, done my research, and here are the answers to my questions: the functions and yada yada about pubic hair! HERE.)
but i still think they're to be removed tho.
catching up...
on sleep is such a tiring job to do..
i slept for 14 hours today. weee.
just woke up from a 2-hour-nap actually. time to eat again.
hoho. piggy pig.
i slept for 14 hours today. weee.
just woke up from a 2-hour-nap actually. time to eat again.
hoho. piggy pig.
Friday, November 11, 2005
i said:
to my boy, that i'll blog about the song "Don't Cha" by Pussycat Dolls.
he kept haunting me with that song at one point of time, suddenly bursting into "doncha"s fervently (accompanied with little moves).
and after he placed that song in my mp3 player. it runs through my head now like a ghost train that never stops.
have you seen the lyrics? rather bitchy. boyfriend snatcher. wait.
You have to play fair
See, I don't care
But I know she ain't gon wanna share
vixen..
...Oh friend your secret is safe with me
slut.
but they're pretty hot. like 3 kylie minogues.
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there was this news about some teenage footballers who got into trouble for having sex with a minor. that girl is freaking 12 years old! the article said that she flirted with them at the street soccer court and within a few hours of their first meeting, she consented to have sex with them. WTF?? she's only 12!!! it was also stated that she had lied about her age to the young boys, saying that she was 17 instead of 12. since she had consented to have sex with each and everyone of them i wonder why this case was brought to court. what would she gain from getting them into trouble?
not too long ago, i read an article on young school girls doing freelance prostitution to get more money so that they can buy branded stuffs. some of them are minors too. and the thing is, some of them plot tp report the men who paid them to have sex. because they know that it's illegal for men to engage in sex with minors. how sly. and whatever for? they're not really that innocent or naive as the society thinks. so why protect these young girls? we can't deny that kids nowadays know much more about sex at a very young age. and as time goes by, kids who first learn about sex are getting younger. sex itself is nothing wrong. but what some of them are doing, are abusing sex. they cheapen themselves to buy expensive branded goods. how ironic.
i say, do away with the stupid law about having sex with minors. or at least lower the age limit. not that i'm protecting the hum sup guys. but if the girls were actually violated and had to have sex against their will, they will file for rape. and by all means, increase the penalty for rapists!
he kept haunting me with that song at one point of time, suddenly bursting into "doncha"s fervently (accompanied with little moves).
and after he placed that song in my mp3 player. it runs through my head now like a ghost train that never stops.
have you seen the lyrics? rather bitchy. boyfriend snatcher. wait.
You have to play fair
See, I don't care
But I know she ain't gon wanna share
vixen..
...Oh friend your secret is safe with me
slut.
but they're pretty hot. like 3 kylie minogues.
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there was this news about some teenage footballers who got into trouble for having sex with a minor. that girl is freaking 12 years old! the article said that she flirted with them at the street soccer court and within a few hours of their first meeting, she consented to have sex with them. WTF?? she's only 12!!! it was also stated that she had lied about her age to the young boys, saying that she was 17 instead of 12. since she had consented to have sex with each and everyone of them i wonder why this case was brought to court. what would she gain from getting them into trouble?
not too long ago, i read an article on young school girls doing freelance prostitution to get more money so that they can buy branded stuffs. some of them are minors too. and the thing is, some of them plot tp report the men who paid them to have sex. because they know that it's illegal for men to engage in sex with minors. how sly. and whatever for? they're not really that innocent or naive as the society thinks. so why protect these young girls? we can't deny that kids nowadays know much more about sex at a very young age. and as time goes by, kids who first learn about sex are getting younger. sex itself is nothing wrong. but what some of them are doing, are abusing sex. they cheapen themselves to buy expensive branded goods. how ironic.
i say, do away with the stupid law about having sex with minors. or at least lower the age limit. not that i'm protecting the hum sup guys. but if the girls were actually violated and had to have sex against their will, they will file for rape. and by all means, increase the penalty for rapists!
so freaking bored.
at work again. had lunch again. at freaking blue-grey powerpoint slides again.
but it's finally friday.
work is going to come in soon. damn.
i'm so freaking tired........... : (
i can't wait to sleep tonight.
but it's finally friday.
work is going to come in soon. damn.
i'm so freaking tired........... : (
i can't wait to sleep tonight.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
My Humps
heard this song by black eyed peas before? (i've been listening to my mp3 player for the whole of the morning. till i felt a little nauseaus.)
the same league with their other songs. a little queer. but what do you think about 'humps' this word?
humps on a camel? i suppose you can link humps to women's breasts - made of the same stuff; fats. but imagine: "hey, look at the camel's breasts! they're big and hairy!!" imagine sitting on a huge breast. i bet that hurts. the camel of course.
my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
my lovely lady lumps.
the song is kinda sexist huh. but what the hell. all the more you try avoiding sensitive issues, the more obvious (or worse even) they seem to get.
my lovely lady lumps.
in the back and in the front.
lumps... of fat. what's the big deal about a mass of fats that seems to draw the attention of men and women alike? (yes, and i don't deny! i oogle at big heaving breasts. but i don't like a deep dark cleavage. looks like a lot things get squashed in there, and you wouldn't know what you'll find. like an equivalent to a dark dank back alley you know?)
don't think anyone knows exactly where the appeal of the lumps of fats comes about. but anyway, it's hard to come across nice breasts. i mean, nice. not just big. and i got to see this woman with really beautiful breasts. and she wore a really low cut top (no bra seemingly) and she's tanned even at the side of her breasts! her breasts look healthy, shiny and er, athletic. Kay and Ass saw that pair of lumps too. obviously, she knows that her breasts are beautiful. otherwise why the low cut hugging top? she is, however, not that much of a pretty-face. so, all the more attention goes to her chest. and it was freaking obvious that the old man she was serving (she's a cashier at a boutique shop) was mesmerized. and, he was accompanied by his wife in that shop.
which goes back to the song.. at the end of 'My Humps', another song seemingly overlaps it. but it's not so. it's deliberate - the 'new' song goes slow. and rather hypnotic. "so real... so real... so real..." that would very much describe the old (tiko) guy's (and mine) mental state. can imagine those twirly whirly black and white animation on his hypnotized eyes.
ah haha.
the same league with their other songs. a little queer. but what do you think about 'humps' this word?
humps on a camel? i suppose you can link humps to women's breasts - made of the same stuff; fats. but imagine: "hey, look at the camel's breasts! they're big and hairy!!" imagine sitting on a huge breast. i bet that hurts. the camel of course.
my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
my lovely lady lumps.
the song is kinda sexist huh. but what the hell. all the more you try avoiding sensitive issues, the more obvious (or worse even) they seem to get.
my lovely lady lumps.
in the back and in the front.
lumps... of fat. what's the big deal about a mass of fats that seems to draw the attention of men and women alike? (yes, and i don't deny! i oogle at big heaving breasts. but i don't like a deep dark cleavage. looks like a lot things get squashed in there, and you wouldn't know what you'll find. like an equivalent to a dark dank back alley you know?)
don't think anyone knows exactly where the appeal of the lumps of fats comes about. but anyway, it's hard to come across nice breasts. i mean, nice. not just big. and i got to see this woman with really beautiful breasts. and she wore a really low cut top (no bra seemingly) and she's tanned even at the side of her breasts! her breasts look healthy, shiny and er, athletic. Kay and Ass saw that pair of lumps too. obviously, she knows that her breasts are beautiful. otherwise why the low cut hugging top? she is, however, not that much of a pretty-face. so, all the more attention goes to her chest. and it was freaking obvious that the old man she was serving (she's a cashier at a boutique shop) was mesmerized. and, he was accompanied by his wife in that shop.
which goes back to the song.. at the end of 'My Humps', another song seemingly overlaps it. but it's not so. it's deliberate - the 'new' song goes slow. and rather hypnotic. "so real... so real... so real..." that would very much describe the old (tiko) guy's (and mine) mental state. can imagine those twirly whirly black and white animation on his hypnotized eyes.
ah haha.
hell of a struggle
it's only 9.46AM now, and i'm FARKING sleeeeeeepy!!!!!
and finally, my colleague from the same cubicle went for his meeting. so that i can be left alone and not pretend that i am working on the freaking slides. damn, i THINK creativity can be depleted. with lack of sleep. and boredom. i kept on seeing BLUE and GREY i want to vomit blue-grey blood.
i think it will be even worse when they finally decided on the designs and templates i came up with. and then there will be tons and tons of slides to edit. all to one single template and design. i think then, i would turn blue-grey.
i think my eye rings are tinting to blue-grey already.
i can't seem to be able to sleep before 12.. or 1 actually.
but i can't wake up any later than 6. miss the freaking bus (which is always right on time) and i gotta take a cab somehow somewhere. and i don't know why i can't sleep on the bus. cos i was rushing before then? maybe.
thursday. it's only thursday?! gah... there's tomorrow still. i think i will look like i kena boxed in the eyes a hundred times by the end of this stint.
and finally, my colleague from the same cubicle went for his meeting. so that i can be left alone and not pretend that i am working on the freaking slides. damn, i THINK creativity can be depleted. with lack of sleep. and boredom. i kept on seeing BLUE and GREY i want to vomit blue-grey blood.
i think it will be even worse when they finally decided on the designs and templates i came up with. and then there will be tons and tons of slides to edit. all to one single template and design. i think then, i would turn blue-grey.
i think my eye rings are tinting to blue-grey already.
i can't seem to be able to sleep before 12.. or 1 actually.
but i can't wake up any later than 6. miss the freaking bus (which is always right on time) and i gotta take a cab somehow somewhere. and i don't know why i can't sleep on the bus. cos i was rushing before then? maybe.
thursday. it's only thursday?! gah... there's tomorrow still. i think i will look like i kena boxed in the eyes a hundred times by the end of this stint.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
LUNCH TIME
no, damn it, i wasn't left alone for 3 hours. hell, i don't think that was even 2 hours.
so happy for nothing.
bought lunch back to my small little comforting cubicle to eat. feel better eating alone and quietly instead of cramming into a big and yet congested, and noisy canteen. and sitting there for 10 minutes, will make you smell like a... canteen.
OKAY.. i also find comfort in blogging here. and lunch time is some me-time! at least i'm familiar to my desk.
darn.. i'm so bored. i face powerpoint slides all day long.. i wonder creativity can ever be exhausted. cos i'm sick of seeing colour templates. in 3 days!! my boy counted for me. i have 19 more days. hooray.
so happy for nothing.
bought lunch back to my small little comforting cubicle to eat. feel better eating alone and quietly instead of cramming into a big and yet congested, and noisy canteen. and sitting there for 10 minutes, will make you smell like a... canteen.
OKAY.. i also find comfort in blogging here. and lunch time is some me-time! at least i'm familiar to my desk.
darn.. i'm so bored. i face powerpoint slides all day long.. i wonder creativity can ever be exhausted. cos i'm sick of seeing colour templates. in 3 days!! my boy counted for me. i have 19 more days. hooray.
AH HA HAHA
HERE I AM! blogging again from work.
ooo. EXCITING!!
and YESSSS... i'm going to be left alone for 3 hours! weee! 21 bucks. yes, i'm paid 7 an hour to sit around and blog. (and do presentation slides for my boss's meetings, which is good? some vent for my creativity. ah ha..) if only they can pay me a little higher.
and that the work will start LATER. damn it.. i'm so...
EEEEK!!!!!!!! SOMEONE CHECKED ON ME!!!! someone ACTUALLY checked what i was doing!!!
if they catch me blogging from work, i don't think they'll be really really that happy with me, not cos i'm not worth my 7 bucks an hour.. but the security is so freaking tight here. each time i go home, there are REAL security guards. meaning, they don't stand around and look pretty, they actually check bags.
and i said that i can't even delete emails here? i can view, but no sending, no deleting even. and i can't log onto msn from the web, and i can't even listen to the radio online!
there's a loophole. but i mean no harm. so.. er..
argh.. i think i'm going to have a heart attack each time this people walk past my cubicle. but seriously, this is about all that excites me when i'm at work. (there's a difference between SCARE and EXCITE, i know. but both makes my heart skip a beat)
bored. and i miss my 10 hours of sleep. AND my nap time.
working life sucks........
Kay and Ass, when are we meeting up?
ooo. EXCITING!!
and YESSSS... i'm going to be left alone for 3 hours! weee! 21 bucks. yes, i'm paid 7 an hour to sit around and blog. (and do presentation slides for my boss's meetings, which is good? some vent for my creativity. ah ha..) if only they can pay me a little higher.
and that the work will start LATER. damn it.. i'm so...
EEEEK!!!!!!!! SOMEONE CHECKED ON ME!!!! someone ACTUALLY checked what i was doing!!!
if they catch me blogging from work, i don't think they'll be really really that happy with me, not cos i'm not worth my 7 bucks an hour.. but the security is so freaking tight here. each time i go home, there are REAL security guards. meaning, they don't stand around and look pretty, they actually check bags.
and i said that i can't even delete emails here? i can view, but no sending, no deleting even. and i can't log onto msn from the web, and i can't even listen to the radio online!
there's a loophole. but i mean no harm. so.. er..
argh.. i think i'm going to have a heart attack each time this people walk past my cubicle. but seriously, this is about all that excites me when i'm at work. (there's a difference between SCARE and EXCITE, i know. but both makes my heart skip a beat)
bored. and i miss my 10 hours of sleep. AND my nap time.
working life sucks........
Kay and Ass, when are we meeting up?
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
LAST week
if i blog about last week any later.. i think it'll be pointless..
anyways! i had a terrific time last week!! tuesday: my family (minus my daddy) went to east coast beach along with my aunt and cousins. normal stuffs - cycled, frisbee, volleyball. while my mom and my aunt became weights for our mat. (you know, paper weights? mat weights?) ha ha. we took some polaroids again. and i LOVE polaroids! when i have the money some day for such useless stuffs, i will buy one. (a picture of a polaroid picture)
went back to my aunt's home and played badminton. and then went back for dinner. oh, ya, i had a mild case of tonsillitis, i think. i remember eating little and painfully. at least i can eat and talk. and then! my aunt decided we should go pubbing the next night! (which is not really good for my throat, huh. alcohol.) but it's my dear's birthday, i said. oh, bring him along la! my aunt exclaimed matter-of-factly.
my fiance's birthday: and i think it's quite a disaster. intended to go to pasir ris beach (yes, beach again) and go to Escape theme park. but noooooooooooooooooooo... Escape theme park was freaking CLOSED!
anyways! i had a terrific time last week!! tuesday: my family (minus my daddy) went to east coast beach along with my aunt and cousins. normal stuffs - cycled, frisbee, volleyball. while my mom and my aunt became weights for our mat. (you know, paper weights? mat weights?) ha ha. we took some polaroids again. and i LOVE polaroids! when i have the money some day for such useless stuffs, i will buy one. (a picture of a polaroid picture)went back to my aunt's home and played badminton. and then went back for dinner. oh, ya, i had a mild case of tonsillitis, i think. i remember eating little and painfully. at least i can eat and talk. and then! my aunt decided we should go pubbing the next night! (which is not really good for my throat, huh. alcohol.) but it's my dear's birthday, i said. oh, bring him along la! my aunt exclaimed matter-of-factly.
my fiance's birthday: and i think it's quite a disaster. intended to go to pasir ris beach (yes, beach again) and go to Escape theme park. but noooooooooooooooooooo... Escape theme park was freaking CLOSED!
"CLOSED ON WEEKDAYS, MONDAY TO FRIDAY
OPEN ON SATURDAYS, SUNDAYS, SCHOOL HOLIDAYS AND PUBLIC HOLDAYS"
i could feel an imaginary dark raincloud forming over my head with a lightning bolt striking my head. how stupid is that?! on a day like last wednesday! right smack in between TWO PUBLIC holidays!! shouldn't they open on such days too? or on public days' eves? no? save maintenance cost? FOOK! felt let down, and i think my boy felt so too. :(
but haiya. so i and my boy returned back home, having not done anything but buy 4D at pasir ris. returned home, and wanted to play badminton. and it rained. so we had to play under the void deck like little kids who aren't allowed to venture outta their blocks of flats. bloody hell.. i mean, good in a way.. cos we would have known that we would not be enjoying ourselves at the stupid theme park when it's raining. yes, POUR POUR!!!!
and so we went pubbing later that night. should i say pubbing at all? hm. cos.. we didn't go to a pub to drink. (i drank strawberry margarita; which they say is just an ice blended soft drink. : ( ... )but anyways, we had fun. playing stupid hand games and yelling at the top our voices. people across the street could hear, swear by it.
mommy trying to keep up with the hand signs (badly); daddy looking disbelievingly at her; JX laughing his head off.
thursday: hm. dang, i can't remember. after some recapping with my boy, i remembered. i forgot, cos i slept half the day away on thursday. cooked pasta for lunch (or tea?) for my boy, tho i couldn't eat anything that hard cos of my freaking inflammed throat. read a crazy book by stephen king. and... and... played badminton. again at night with my secret coach.
my boy spent the entire week with me. and that was the terrifically happy part. and then i got offered the job at ChaXXXXXX SemiXXXXXXXXXs.
gotta wake up 6 each morning. argh.
which means, what the heck am i doing here?!?
(p.s.: gotta post up some of the nice pics. but no time. NO TIME!)
ooo!!
i'm blogging at work!!
o. it has been so long since i last blogged. today was my 2nd day at work at chartered semiconductor. temp. security is so tight here that i can't reply my emails, i can't go on msn, but i can blog. ah hahahaha...
gotta blog about last week. but no time. for now.
o. it has been so long since i last blogged. today was my 2nd day at work at chartered semiconductor. temp. security is so tight here that i can't reply my emails, i can't go on msn, but i can blog. ah hahahaha...
gotta blog about last week. but no time. for now.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
FREAK!!!
anyway, happy halloween.
i think tonsilitis has decided to come 'trick-or-treating' from me. and that is what i envisaged tonsilitis to look like.
i hope i don't come down with a fever. i already had a lousy birthday this year! and i don't want to spend my dear's birthday at home unable to eat anything and feeling shitty!
okay, how about, just give me the inflamed tonsils. and discount on the fever?
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