Dancing Bush

Freaking hell. That's not how a president should behave. Or dance.

Ronald MacDonald's teenage daughter

It's time for Ronald to retire.

Although I thought his daughter would be very much fatter than this.

Any day other than today will be a better day.

Yippee!!

All done. Over. Full-stop. Period.

At the end of today, when all's done, I finally realized how strung up I was for the past few days. Did I bloody ask for it? You bet.

But will I kick myself for it? Maybe... not.

You know when you complain how lowly paid you are comparing to the amount of workload and working hours you put yourself through, and someone tries to encourage you by saying, "Well, you gain skills, knowledge. And that is something that no one will be able to ever take away from you. That is yours!" Wow, that's great! I don't deny that- but can that be eaten? And I didn't know that companies can "take away" your deserved monthly pay if they see deem fit. I can work with that amount of workload, gain that extra set of skills and knowledge, and still be better paid.

-_-

I mean, be practical la. You can stay for a while, thinking that way, thinking that you gain more than the company gains from you slogging - but you try thinking that way for years, you're stupid. your naivety has gone to the extreme. you're probably too lazy to find a job.

Can you imagine, while you're being altruistic and all, thinking the company is so darn proud of you, slogging 2-3 persons' jobs, getting 1 person's (low) pay; the company is thinking, "That's a great worker! Helps me save costs, and yet so cheap! Good thing he's staying on. Well, let him think that we're letting him gain exposure!"

Hahaha.

The cruel truth? That's Capitalism, my dear. With a capital C.

Shall we become farmers you say? That will be ideal, won't it? Till maybe, the government wants crop tax.

That being all said - aren't we all sadly, in the damn rat race still? Despite all the complaints, whinings, groanings, sighings, and all sounds of frustration and stress.

Well, at least, I am. Like, still harbouring the sickening glimmer of hope in the bureaucratic, corporate world. That's why I asked for the extra workload. Since I am not going to kick myself, maybe someone do it for me?

I feel kinda dreary and everything, but I don't know where to start. SOOO, instead of the usual complaining about work and shit, I am well, veering away from that. Cos I might feel lousier after blogging.

Anyway, this is old stuff, but I like this so much. So damn funny -

If only I know what's the song played at the end of the video. Cheers me up.

Bathed Fatty today - and he left me scratch marks. :(

But he made it up by licking furiously at my fingers when I held him tight. :D

Ahh, long week ahead and I guess this is not really the best time to blog. So much to talk about. And actually, I found a faster way to air my grievances - Twitter. Hah.

Well wish me luck. I sure do need that this week.

Fatty aka Norbit

Fatty is getting so cute, I can't stand it.

JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! His chubby cheeks!!! And black wriggling nose!!!

Don't mind me - I seldom gush at such cute things. But just look at him! How can you not melt at the sight of him! A big bruise as a nose. Eyes that widen at the slightest thing. Cheeks that are soft and chubby. Fluffy soft fur. And droopy balls.

Yup. Droopy balls that drag on the floor as he hops around fervently/happily.

He's acting like a dog now. He once licked my fingers as I was carrying him like a baby. (aww) He hops around the house, and sits under my table like a mother hen. Even greets you when you return home from work - hops to you, stop for a moment and return to his cage, expecting you to feed him. He does that to every family member and that's why he's getting fatter. And when you feed him from the box, he will place his paws in the box and pull the box from you, should you try to stop him from eating more when he's not yet done.

He lets you bathe him, but grunts softly under his breath. I terrorize him sometimes - I pounce on him and then ruffle his head. He squeezes his eyes shut and let me bully him. When I finally leave him alone, he will stand there dazed for a while (with messy fur), before hopping furiously away for his life (while I laughed away at the background, witch-style).

Here's Fatty - praying for more food. (And yes, that's a blue leash - my sister brought him out to the park for a walk. Ya, so he could be probably praying that he wouldn't be chased by random dogs as well. But being greedy Fatty, I think it's the former.)

Ass said that no one blogs anymore, but when I do ever blog, it was all about Fatty! Oh no.

But again, there's nothing that great in my life currently. All same all same - same lousy job, same boss, same old sick life.

But Fatty.. hee! Aww! I just want to squeeze him like a soft toy!

Fatty is starting to act like a dog by running around the house, playing hide and seek with us and he likes to wriggle his nose.

And he's starting to smell.

A bunny just joined my family. Its name is Fatty. Because it's rotound. Everything about it, is so round.

Oh no, did I just make a poem? Dang, I've not been blogging for too long. I've lost my touch.

I know Christmas is long over. And... Chinese New Year is even coming.

But JX requested that I put this vid of Justin Timberlake's-dick-in-a-box up.

SO...

"One: Cut a hole in the box. Two: Put your *bleep* in the box. Three: Make her open the box."

80's workout - H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S.

"Left, right. Left, right. WOO!"

Kay and Ass> This vid somehow made me miss those "Aerobics" days.. :)

Again and again, I've started, "How lousy can a Monday get?"

Rainy Monday mornings? Woke up the wrong side of the bed? Got up late? No sleep? Feeling a little under the weather but you know you have a tonne of work waiting for you? Missed the bus? Your period just happen to decide to arrive just before you rush out of the house late?

Well, Mondays just got worse.

So... LIFE JUST PLAIN SUCKS!!!

Ok, I just try and try to get every ounce of the bad feelings out of my system but they're neverending. I just get better for a while and I grow grouchy all over again. Pressure, fatigue and nothing going my way, PLUS an annoying boss, makes Em a very irritable bitch (albeit mildly deflated).

How I wish I have Ass's optimism - and her pay.

*sigh*

And life goes on.

I am a complete mess. When you think that things can't get any worse, it did. Well, life has a way of proving you wrong.

Overworked, underpaid - who isn't? I probably should take a lesson from Ass's current school of sunshine thoughts. (Just that, she, obviously, isn't UNDERpaid...)

Someone! Just interview me! Employ me!

Oh wait, first, I need to send out my applications.

WHICH I DON'T HAVE THE BLOODY TIME TO DO IT!

OK, now you're thinking, I could use my time searching for jobs in ads instead of blogging. Which is, obviously, I should. Now.

Sigh.

Lately, I've been having insomnia. 3 nights, less than 10 hours of sleep. But surprisingly, I've been very awake. And kinda productive at work too. Not like I was very unattentive. I wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

Or is my wish of having a superpower, which is the ability to go without sleep, is being fulfilled? Wa, it is a torture man - struggling while trying to go to sleep. Tossing in bed till you're sore everywhere, especially your back. Your eyes get sore and tired as you squeeze them shut tightly, thinking the darkness will overwhelm you and take you in. How frustrating to know how many hours you have till dawn. And to only get a tad tired at 5 in the morning, when you're supposed to wake up at 7. Slipping in and out of sleep so easily. Gah.

So what the hell, since I'm up now, I might as well put up the dated blogs which I have yet to do so. Though it seems really odd to talk about 2006 Christmas, when I had already blogged about Countdown and 2007.

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Cafe Mochas at Delifrance - how cozy can it get for Christmas? And yes, red and white for me to get into the mood of Christmas.

Ass and Kay got me nice, pretty Christmas presents. Thank you so much girls! Muuuaaaahhh!!! Thank you for putting in so much thought for my presents. :) I so believe that the last 2 Christmases had made me appreciate this year's presents a lot more. Hahaha!


I just want us to exchange Christmas gifts each year till we're all really old. And each year for Ass, I'll probably just buy her Hello Kitty things.

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As for JX and me, we just went for our usual grocery shopping and ate in. Avoid the mad crowd, avoid the high expenses everywhere. It was a simple fare, but it was also very heartwarming. We then watched stupid movies through the night and exchanged our little gifts. It was as simple as it could get. But it's the sort of quiet happiness and contentment that matters the most.

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Goodness, can I finally go to sleep already? 3.30am, and I feel like I just woke up fresh from a deep long slumber. 4th night.

And it goes on................................

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

...from VivoCity's Countdown Party 2007. Don't be misled by our grins and cheerful dispositions. We were in fact, quite bored.

Hm, make it, extremely bored, and restless.

I had a pair of VIP tickets to the countdown party, and why not right? Haven't got any plans, weather's not that great to camp out in East Coast to catch the first sunrise of 2007, food's free, entry's free. Why the hell not?

*Yawn*

We sat at the VIP tent till our butts were sore, and live shows are nothing like those seen on TV. Seriously. The hosts will just get the people around them to act 'happening'. In fact, the crowd could be as dead as the walking zombies in House of the Dead 4, gathering in front of the stage for fresh meat. Singapore is probably the worst country to hold a concert for an aspiring twinkly-eyed starlet. Interacting with such dead crowds which show their appreciation with sheer silence and blank stares, could easily kill any budding star's enthusiasm.

And then there were rehearsals, and they talked nonsense which didn't entertain.

Then the mediacorp artistes started to swamp the VIP tent to get their food and drinks and hugsy-hugsy, air-kissing supposedly mediacorp familiar people. And ah! It's prolly the most interesting part of the entire party. I get to see them in real person. And my, Jaime (pardon my spelling error, I can't differentiate between these two "Jamie/Jaime") Teoh, is surprisingly, very pretty. I don't know if it's her makeup tonight - but she is... ya, surprisingly good-looking. At least, I thought she was pretty much a plain Jane who is a bit "Ah Soh" and irritating because she has a whiney voice. Very undeserving to be a Miss Singapore, I ever thought. But I actually couldn't take my eyes off her - cos I was marvelling about the vast difference of the persona I see on TV and her in real person.

Jessica Liu aka "Ruan Mian Mian", is as pretty as she is on TV - only skinnier. Constance Song looked worse... I mean, better in reel than in real person.

(I took their backsides - cos I don't want them to think I'm taking pictures of them when I did. Hur hur)

I and JX saw JJ Lin earlier in VivoCity before the party and he was actually quite short and plain. He blended so well in the crowd, that no one was even looking at him. Or following him, singing his songs or fainting in his path. (I mean, is he that big? Then what's with the screams and bodyguards at the party?)

JX was very upset that he didn't manage to take a picture with pretty Michelle Chia but when he finally got to her at the end of the party - I had to ruin it (hehe).

It's blurry. Cos it's the wrong mode. Milo Bing seems to be nice chaps - so he grabbed them to take a picture too. :)

Hee. Blurry too. (No time to change mode no time to change)

And........ of all people, Emilee Kang. You know, from Singapore Idol 2?

She didn't seem that nice to me. JX thinks she's prettiest of the Idol 2's contestants - even prettier than Jasmine. (o_o) ...I don't get it.

(I don't take pictures with these 'celebrities' [didn't think Emilee was one] cos I think they're just normal human beings like all of us. Methinks, it's silly to let them think we idolize them because we want to take pictures with them. Like they think they're superior or something, while we're just lowly beings who yearn to be photographed with them. Nope, I won't take pictures with Keanu Reeves if he's at the Countdown too. I would be probably just hyperventilating. Heehee)

OH OH!! I take back my word that the artistes getting up close to us was the best part of the party. Because, I think this is the best.

At his first song, before he even started. He lay there for a while (probably dazed or wondering if he should fake it and said that he fainted momentarily due to stress and excitement) before clambering up, muttering sheepishly that it was very slippery on stage (cos it was drizzling). OK, that's mean of me, but HAHA(!!!) there goes his cool "wassup" image. You can yell yourself hoarse as much as you want, you can rock your head and have your flaying hair looked like a looney's... but I still remember the expression when you fell! I still am laughing now as I replay the scene in my mind. Oooh, bad karma bad karma! (Anyways the unfortunate burly guy is eXe and they 5 guys make up Firebrands, and they're up and coming. Extreme left = my JC friend who turns to a Rock star and is now "Ghost")

And well, finally, at the final countdown, there were big and small balloons flying everywhere, and we were so focused on that, we forgot to look out for fireworks. The main part of the party.

(-_-)

Haiya, I think I'm getting old. Countdown parties aren't supposed to be like this, no? I and JX left shortly after. Didn't feel any upbeat to this party. Not much of a crowd left as well.

The only thing good about the party was the cheesecake (not even the freeflow Carlsberg beer) and the company of JX and (coincidentally) my colleague with her family. But anyhoo...

Happy New Year, everyone. May 2007 be a better year for me and you.