Blank Thoughts

HA!

2010-05-16T01:37:00.001+08:00

Bye bye, Blogger.

Hello, Wordpress!

Shit

2010-05-15T22:03:00.002+08:00

I just wasted one MMS on trying to Mobile Blog. *&#*%$#@*&

This totally sucks - mobile picture blogging had been a problem for such a long time and there isn't still a resolution???

Pui!

Mobile Blogging (test test)

2010-05-15T21:47:00.002+08:00

...zzz...

Oh Gosh!

2010-03-31T10:05:00.002+08:00

Our Polaroid picture was selected to be one of the winners for 'Just for Laughs Asia' Photo Moment Contest!!!

Random Banter

2010-03-30T15:47:00.008+08:00

1. Elated that I can actually watch my movie/tv clips on my iPhone! Now the phone doesn't seem so stupid anymore with that mega blank white space on the space usage bar shortened. Yehh!!

2. I think Ted in Better Off Ted is hot!

3. Body language. With my new toy, you can see that I'm getting a little anti-social. But it's my lunchtime, I can choose having lunch with Ted over a bowl of curry noodles (with a napkin tucked into my white top), right? Ok, maybe I don't look eager enough to start on my packed-in lunch. But when I'm not even looking at you while you went on rattling away about the 2 suicide bombings in Moscow, can't you tell that I'm not the least interested in it and that I'm only interested in my video - with my earphones plugged into my ears and all? I've read the news just like you did, and I do feel sorry that such stuffs are happening in the world right now but I don't see a need to talk about it and all movies related to terrorism over lunch. And then you started asking what movie I was watching on my iPhone (thus indicating that you DO notice that I'm trying to watch one) and started talking about the movies you'd watched. Goodness. Read my body language! I'm not even looking at you and you are making me feel bad for ignoring your one-sided conversation! Yet... I can't concentrate nor catch on the witty remarks that the characters made! Uber irritating - having to rewind and rewind and rewind. Even if I eventually got the punchline, the humor is gone. I was contemplating moving back to my desk with my half-eaten lunch and my beloved iPhone but that would be plain rude right. But again, I was already blatantly rude to ignore the need to contribute to a lopsided conversation which I'm not even keen on. Argh. Is it my fault that I'm this rude because someone else failed to understand that I'm trying to convey to her my disinterest? Despite the immense irritation, which I was trying very hard to suppress before I throw my bowl of half-eaten curry noodles at her ("Shuddup!!! Just shudduuuuuuuupppp!!!!"), I managed to find some space in me to be mystified on the lack of EQ in some people.

4. I can see that being 27 has made a couple of my friends think a lot - wondering if this is all to Life. And then they wonder if they should seek something else "more" before growing older. Seems to me with age, one seems to calculate one's moves due to the dwindling asset - time/youth. And I'm not too sure if it's the way we were all brought up, but I thought that the mere calculation of moves and possible decisions we make in life is in itself, displays a slight hesitation, which on hindsight, may be wise. But if you want it really really bad, would you ponder about it for ages? Maybe it's a wrong choice. Maybe it's the best decision you ever made in your entire life. But one wouldn't know how life turns out later. It's about finding the right balance - between being responsible and irresponsible, being pragmatic and idealistic. Even though one may argue that in the midst of seeking your dreams and doing what you love despite objections from loved ones (silent or not), you can be responsible and pragmatic at the same time. Many probably seek for this equation for their whole lives and regretting not being able to at the end of the day. I guess what needs to be accepted is that, one can't have his cake and eat it. Win some, lose some. The what-ifs and could-haves are ultimately just mere meaningless gibberish that didn't happen.

5. On a lighter note, I am drawing up a list of stuffs that I want to get. Something to get me through this long dreary month and spacing out my expenses. Rayban wayfarer has been dropped because I looked like a clown with the oversized shades sliding off my flat nose. :(

The Shadow

2010-03-18T19:13:00.001+08:00

Was having lunch with Shi and her colleagues when she brought up a pretty awkward and silly incident that took place at least 13 years back. Till now, it doesn't seem to me that Shi and Kum will quit mentioning it any time soon.

I, myself, do not know know what exactly sparked that bout of breakdown when my friends were actually paying me a compliment. It certainly surprised them to see my unexpected reaction and come to think of it now, they must have been bewildered, thinking that I went crazy. Well I know I would if I were in their shoes now. I have myself to blame if I was the one who made it unforgettable for them. But oh man, embarrassing or what.

I... I... I...

2010-03-17T15:59:00.005+08:00

Oh well, I'm now officially an iPhone user. Amongst the kerzillions in the whole wide world. Going to be stuck with it for the next 2 years so I better like it or learn to love it. Not entirely bowled over by it - battery runs out damn bloody fast, didn't help that the battery is in-built. How stupid is that? You think they should know by now the high energy consumption of smartphones. A dead iPhone by early evening when you are out the entire day is NOT a smartphone. Hell, it's not even a phone without the battery.

Okay okay, I must adore my iPhone (which looks just like the iPhone which the person standing beside me on the train is holding onto. Same phone, same cover. Zzz)

Grouses, grouses, grouses.

And... Why do I get ring file cuts when people get paper cuts? Pain like mad.

On a sidenote...

2010-03-10T23:45:00.001+08:00

I want to do something about this blog, to take my mind off amongst many other cluttered thoughts and resolutions I had carelessly made but have yet to fulfil.

Perplexity

2010-03-10T23:15:00.002+08:00

....................

Wanted to blog about how shitty-low-confused I'm feeling right about now, but I realized that perplexity stole away my vocabulary and the patience to make my ramblings coherent.

Leaving myself even more frustrated than before this blog entry.

Maybe that's how people spiral right into depression - the need for an outlet to vent, and yet, the process of venting is frustrating itself. ARGH.

If...

2010-03-09T23:02:00.001+08:00

you could be someone's hero, just for a moment, would you step up to it?

Random Bites

2010-03-04T21:37:00.003+08:00

How does one use editing tools to make drawings bold and sharp like Mr. Oatmeal (as below)? Does anyone know? :(

And jeez, I seem to be rather sickly this year. It's only the start of March and I'm having a flu, AGAIN? Darn weather.

The Top 10 Types of Crappy Interviewees by The Oatmeal

2010-03-04T19:59:00.007+08:00

(Source: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/interviewees)

Absolutely love it!!!

The Random Phone Doodles

2010-03-03T22:21:00.003+08:00

The random neckless polka-dotted dinosaur.

Thought this was one of my better doodles while hanging onto a phonecall.Tried to splash in some colors (experimenting for my impossible project), and it took me longer than I expected. Not to say that the final outcome was anything spectacular. Hmm...

That's why... I bought watercolour paint! :D

Am I ready to...

2010-03-02T20:33:00.001+08:00

...to launch an almost impossible project?

Really inspired to, but it has been quite a while since I drew something nice (instead of the dinosaurs and random triangles and squares I scrawled on useless papers at work while spacing out as the dial tone buzzed into my ear, waiting for the other party to pick up the phone. Anyway.. there's something quite hypnotizing on the dial tone, doncha think?)

Anyway! So... I can try. Right?

Right!

The Potion that came in a Plastic Bottle

2010-03-02T20:20:00.002+08:00

Although I do not know what it means by "quenching" my "bridal thirst" (sounds as though I'm thirsty to be married). But the potion may just be doing its trick. Things are falling into place! Tho' haphardly.

Hmm

2010-03-01T23:46:00.000+08:00

In a year's time, things are going to be a wee bit different.

If only T-Rex can double up as a masseuse...

2010-02-22T01:48:00.001+08:00

Meek kitty looks like it's born to be the lazy kitty's slave.

The Procastinator attempts... to blog again

2010-02-20T21:18:00.003+08:00

1. Hooked onto "Dicey Business" although it's a 2006/2007 show. And then realized that all shows on lame mediacorp now are related to gambling and casinos. More than a little coincidental with the opening of SG's first casino, isn't it? And that advertisement on some helpline for hardcore gamblers on tv is really getting onto me. It's sad, but I doubt hardcore gamblers take time out to watch much tv anyway.

2. Trying to really pick up Cantonese. Had attempted to speak to a Hong Konger when my non-Canto colleague needed my help, knowing that I'm a Cantonese. I couldn't hold a conversation for nuts. Practically "shamed" into learning Canto for real. I mean, I wanted to all along but my parents gave up talking to me because I spend eons stuttering one miserly sentence. And even then, they don't understand that. But! I bought a book on Canto to prove my sincerity. Canto, download into me!

3. The wedding preparations. To decide on the venue is really quite a tiresome exercise. Managing others' expectations is an absolute chore...

4. Contemplating between a Blackberry and an iPhone. Oh jeez. The allure of the iPhone seems to be fading rapidly. Ahh, maybe I should just stick to my Sony Ericsson for now.

5. The new version of "We are the World" gave me the goosebumps and it's not the feel-good kind. Oh no, I now belong to the "older" generation who turns their noses at the music which youngsters are grooving into, right?

Roaring CNY

2010-02-20T20:19:00.007+08:00

"Arrrgh! Gong Xi Fa Cai" --> What a weird CNY greeting.

CNY eve - had a reunion steamboat dinner with my family and went off to Marina Barrage to fly a kite. Beautiful weather. Spongebob squarepants-lookalike kite. Great day!

P.S.: All pics taken from my trusty Sony Ericsson cam-phone. I would dare say I'm pretty proud how the pics turn out?

Cool!!!

2010-01-22T15:09:00.003+08:00

I can blog using the iPhone! Another good reason amongst the many to get hold of one.

I'm not blogging as often I should because (I'm lazy and a procastinator) I forget what I wanted to rant about when I get home.. But! With the iPhone I can blog anytime, anywhere!! Teehee.

Lame attempt in justifying a splurge? I thought so too. :( Especially if I spent nearly 1K on Christmas presents last month...

Batu Ferringhi

2009-12-30T13:34:00.004+08:00

Couples' Retreat in Penang.

Let's just say that we had greater expectations from its food.

A Loooong Weekend

2009-11-27T01:09:00.004+08:00

And despite that, I am procastinating in reviving the pretty-much-dead blog of mine.

Clearing my leave is a joyous thing, right? Not, if, you don't have anything much in plan. And end up working from home on the first day of leave.

There's so much shopping one can do, actually. So I figured I could kickstart the introduction of exercise into my life again while idling these days away. Not too bad, the weather these days are looking really good and swimming is not too bad an idea. Who knows, by the end of this weekend, I would look like some sunny beach girl. (hee hee)

And then I could not locate my swimming cap and goggles - threw a hissy fit. I would just have to make do with a pair of spare (ill-fitting, decaying) goggles and squeaky chlorinated hair for now. And come to think of it, my swimming costume seems thin and a tad... furry.

And jeez, what a bad shape I am in. At least the struggles in the waters are not too apparent... I think. I hope I look like I just have an odd form of swimming.

Man, a long way to go. A looooong way to go.

9 x 3 = 27

2009-11-03T23:40:00.007+08:00

Happy Birthday, honey!

Looking through the pictures that we took randomly over the weekend, I found out that there were more pictures of this pitcher plant at Hort Park than those of us. (-_-)

Something in its shape intrigued him.

And another one. Out of the many he took. As long as he finds one bigger than the previous one.

♥ing you!

Halloween 2009

2009-11-03T22:20:00.004+08:00

Getting ready - chalking up our faces proved to be a really messy affair. Ah Qi's home was covered with a layer of dust when we were done. Pictures were minimized for a very good reason. Hee hee.

But, must really thank Zi Gim for sourcing all the relevant stuffs for us to make our looks complete. And braving the rain to buy us all dinner while we tried to get ourselves into the mood of a Chinese relic vamp/ghost (basically, bumming around).

And the end result... was quite satisfactory. Judging from the fact that we had streams of strangers requesting to take pictures of us. Frankly, it almost felt as if we were "Lindsay Lohans" or "Paris Hiltons" for that night.

Grooving to Hip Hop in Rebel, in those outfits. Hmm. Our ancestors must be turning in their graves?

Flash Mobs

2009-10-28T23:16:00.003+08:00

And... this happened last Friday, right where I work. I thought it was pretty amazing - and that I would want to join the next flash dance mob! Who wants to join me???

And then I saw these other flash mobs from other parts of the world. And all I could say was that I wished that I was a part of them... Watching these videos made me so happy! They made surprised strangers who were passing by, stop in their tracks and join them!

Speaking of which, I wonder if flash mobs originated from Bollywood films?... We all do know that random strangers from the general public in Bollywood films can suddenly come and dance together.

Blank, just Blank

2009-09-16T23:33:00.005+08:00

I don't know what has gotten into me - maybe it's nearing the end of the year. I'm feeling... bored, with everything I do. Want to blog, but I don't go get down with it. Just wasting my time away, watching TV, and blanking out. Just feel so blah, I don't know what to say.

Not good.

What I did accomplish though, in the recent days, was to wake up way early last Sunday to have a morning walk/jog at MacRitchie Reservoir. Glad I went along with my uncle's idea, although albeit crazy (in my terms, since I only wake up at 11AM on Sundays). Rather revitalizing - I can so conveniently forgot how workouts feel these days. A possible canoeing experience the next time. Yay...?

Meanwhile, I was blown away by this MJ medley:

Man, this guy is good. Sam Tsui. He can be a boy band on his own.

I really admire and envy such talented people - and sometimes, I then wonder, what talent do I have to call my own?

I know it's a tad early but...

2009-09-01T21:26:00.003+08:00

It's September.......!!! And I'm looking forward to... Halloween next month. And I'm sort of the coordinator for this one... so...

Now, I got a number of people going - Good. Group get-ups are fun and should be easy, right? Wrong. So difficult to get all to settle on one theme. And so much stuffs to consider. For all we know, we may just settle for different themes individually in the end.

Anyway... thought of a few:-

1. KISS: All you need is white and black face paint! And a long tongue. And some studs. And at the end of it all, a good cleanser and pimple cream.

2. Green Monsters/Heros: Hulk, Green Goblin, Shrek, Princess Fiona, The Swamp Thing, Yoda, Captain Planet....... Just need a hell lot of Camo paint.

3. Dead Celebrities: A sure hit to hit the clubs during Halloween this year - Michael Jackson. Farrah Fawcett with her red swimsuit, Marilyn Monroe with her mole and halter white dress, John Lennon with his long hair and round-frame glasses, Elvis Presley and his curry-puff hair... Maybe, the girls to be Marilyns, the guys to be Elvis.

4. Power Rangers: Disadvantage - spandex in clubs won't be comfortable I'm sure. And spandex won't hide unsightly bulges. One advantage - Masked!

5. Anime: Anime costumes are way way way more expensive, and I only know a few anime series...

6. X-Men: Dunno which version of X-Men is this... But it's spandex again. But unmasked.

7. Diseases transmitted from Animals: Pig, Cow, Chicken Mascot heads? Nose stuffed with tissue papers?

8. Zombies: Easy peasy. Just need some fake blood and tattered rag clothes. But... not that original la. (But what is?!)

I just somehow feel that we're all going to end up as individual Halloween creatures eventually but anyways... maybe we need to organize a trip down to the costume shop at Beach Road one of these days! Yay?

Little Innocent Suns

2009-08-22T01:31:00.005+08:00

Beautiful!

(source:http://emersonmerrick.blogspot.com/)

Beauty in its simplicity and purity. And they could sit really pretty in a vase right there on my imaginary coffee table in my imaginary home. Too bad I have yet to see any flower shops in Singapore selling such little pretty daisies. I always see their big gaudy neon hollow-stemmed cousins around though.

SPGs

2009-08-19T22:01:00.006+08:00

(in the midst of a conversation)

M: ...and I walked far away from my ang mo boss, not wanting others to think I am an SPG.

Me: (bemused smile)

A: (interrupting) I like caucasian guys! So does that make me a SPG? Hahaha!

M and my jaws dropped to the floor as we stared blankly at her. I don't know why but that comment riled me.

Me: And why is it that you prefer caucasian guys?

A: Well, I find them to be more open-minded, great conservationalists. Local guys are more conservative and they are not interested in topics of discussion like politics and basically anything under the sun. In fact, they will find it boring.

Stereotyping, how typical.

Me: If that's the case, it just plainly means that you like guys who are open-minded and who are great conversationlists... what has race or nationalities got to do with it?...

How superficial. Ironical. How open-minded are you in the first place to say the things you do?

The Eventful Bintan trip

2009-08-19T00:22:00.003+08:00

Kind of difficult to get in the groove of blogging again once I lose the momentum. It was at the stage of “Hey, why bother?”, but I know that I would appreciate that in time to come. Like, when I’m old and cranky and couldn’t find a good storybook or movie to relate to, to pass my time.

There is this recent paranoia that gripped hold of me after a convo with a friend – how uploaded pics on the internet can be so rampantly abused elsewhere where you probably do not know exist. Makes me wonder about my own privacy security after hearing what she said about her experience. Guess I have to be real selective with what I upload on the Net now.

Our trip to Bintan in that one week break was great, but fraught with a couple of mishaps. The sky was a bright blue and the sea was sparkly and the slight sea breeze was singing, I swear. Makes you wonder how breathtaking Bora Bora, Maldives and Mauritius will be! Yes, it’s my lifetime resolution to go to those places at least once in my lifetime.

It’s not as if I hadn’t been to Bintan – the last time (maybe, 10 years ago?) was with my girls at Clubmed Bintan. And how the prices soared since then.

1st Day:

- Had a dip in the pool after our arrival and felt a tad awkward in my bikini. Almost flashed myself to all in the swimming pool after I took off my top and my bikini string came undone. JX freaked out obviously.

- Air rifles. I’m good la. I shot down a golf ball at my first attempt, to the shock of the instructor and JX. (JX was bragging about having gone to NS and that he had handled weaponry.) There were videos, but... that story comes later.

- A massage which wasn’t exactly satisfactory because my masseuse was sneezing the whole time. Didn’t hear her wash her hands before she placed/wiped/rubbed her hands on my body.

2nd Day:

- Drizzling. Each of us got a temporary tattoo to humor ourselves. Mine took a helluva long time to dry up. Had to return to our room and watch MTV while checking on the ink. Just had to smudge mine the last minute because I was getting really impatient as the sun had come out. Screamed for JX to fix it up.

- Lazing by the beach with music blasting beside our ears. Played with the crashing waves like kids.

- Big gloomy clouds ruined our play. Had some food and a satisfying massage by the sea.

3rd Day:
- Jet ski! I pointed to the picture of jet skis on their phamplet and said matter-of-factly, “Two!” to the person manning the booth at the beach. The guy raised his brow and JX looked at me questioningly, “Two? We ride separately?” I nodded and proclaimed that I wanted to ride the jet ski myself – doubt he wanted to sit behind me anyway. JX looked away slowly - I know he had that nagging worry about my safety but he knew me too well. And oh gosh... it was exhilarating!! I squeezed the accelerator and went all out to catch up with the guy who showed us the skiing area. Following his weaves through the wave crests and yelling into the wind and tasting the sparkly salty sea water splashing against my face. JX and I raced up and down way out in the sea, trying ignore the niggling thought about the sea's depth beneath us. When we eventually got off, I was actually aching from gripping onto the handles of the Jet Ski as I was flying in midair as the Jet Ski bounced off the waves.

- Frolicked in the sea with the sun beating down on us. The finest sand, the clear waters. Totally felt that I was in a world of our own.

- Dune Buggy. I wasn’t too keen actually. I was videocamming our ride, JX at the wheel, where he lost control of the buggy because we went uphill and hit a different ground consistency, resulting in us crashing into a tree in the middle of the track. The video was rolling all the while. On hindsight, it would have been pretty hilarious - I was chiding him as the reckless driver when the crash happened and I screamed the next moment before the whines in pain, whilst the video was filming my thigh in my momentary paralysis. Due to the sudden hard jolt, I was thrown off my seat but thrown back into my seat because of the loose muddy rusty seat belt which grazed my neck pretty bad. Was in slight shock. I was almost in tears from the sharp burning pain at the side of neck. JX had a nasty scare and was worried about my wound and the possibility of a bad infection. The mood was ruined, basically. And just when we were about to hit the main roads and leave the jungle, I realized, to my horror of all horrors, that JX’s handphone was no longer with me. I had shoved his handphone (which I was holding onto to take the video) into my pocket after the crash, so that I could hold onto the loose filthy seatbelt and that it would not graze my raw wound. Major panic. JX sent me back for first aid before he headed back to the jungle with the instructor to locate his handphone. I was feeling so terrible. ALL of our pictures and videos taken in Bintan were in there! And the special sentimental value of the saved messages to JX. It was such a downer, it ruined the remainder of our trip.

Last Day:

- Picture taking and filming videos. To make up for the lost pictures, though it was obviously not the same. :

What is wrong with Blogger!

2009-08-18T23:47:00.002+08:00

Boy, this sucks! Now I'm seriously contemplating switching to livejournal or something else. (\_/)!!

The Nonsensical Team in The Ultimatum Showdown Spoof

2009-08-18T00:04:00.005+08:00

The things we do when we have the time, space, and a neon plastic air rifle in our hands. What can I say - we're such lousy actors. Laughing "corpses", and a question that was asked without a need for its answer before putting bullets into the same person whom the question was posed to, shooting blanks while the victim waited, and urged, to be shot.

Wonder why we weren't frisked away by Changi Airport's security. Playing with that gun and playing dead. Pretty sensitive, no?

NG. Actor yelling "cut!" himself.

Not an average day out on a Sunday with cousins for the average person, don't you think?

Me, the Emo Emu

2009-08-07T21:50:00.006+08:00

Has been such a long hiatus, I know.

I have contemplated on how to go about blogging on the happenings in the recent weeks without sounding like an annoying emotional blubbering idiot – and I figured, there’s no other way.

Because, I was, and am, very touched! Shi had ever called me an easily touched “emo emu”, but what’s wrong with that? If you’re happy, laugh; if you’re upset, cry; if you’re touched to tears, let them flow! Life’s too short to ponder if you should be displaying your emotions on your sleeves when you’re indeed feeling that. Why make it so complicated when it’s in actual fact, so simple? (Although I’m not advocating a melting shouting showdown with your boss when he pisses you off by calling you back into office to print a 2 page document just as when you are stepping out of the office on a Friday night after a long grueling day, when he could have jolly done so himself. Or... should you?)

JX asked me if I had changed, because of him, from a hardy girl who rarely cries (in his eyes, at least) to a somewhat silly blubbering softie. Like, he spoilt me. But if there was that change in me, I think I should accrue that to having almost kicking the bucket near 2 years back. One day you are leading a plain, if not boring, life, going through the motions, and you were suddenly thrown off the track and straight into the dumps where you lumbered around desperately like a helpless headless chicken, living second by second, minute by minute, day by day; while your spirit and determination wanes. So when you manage to bounce right back, from the dumps, you are bound to appreciate what you had/have; plain or not, boring or not. You will learn to appreciate that what you had taken for granted - simple things - are actually so precious.

And that’s what changed me. I endeavor to live life, and not just plain living. While I don’t exactly mean that I will go bungee-jumping every other day and go round the world in 80 days on a bank loan, I resolve to be true to myself and everyone I care about and live happily as I would allow myself everyday. That is good enough for me. Simplicity is happiness in its own right. Happiness, is all in the state of one’s mind.

So, JX sprung a surprise proposal, but even before he sang his song and got down on his knees to pop the question with the ring in hand, I was long crying. Heck, my tears had already sprung when my besties popped out of nowhere with a humongous bouquet of roses and a rolling video camera. The venue he chose was perfect, it couldn’t have been any other place – the hospital’s chapel. The same hospital that we both were born into, the same hospital that cared for me while I was struggling for my life, the same hospital that saw me relearning how to walk, and the same hospital’s chapel where he had cried silently and prayed for me to return and recover.

And making JX and my besties being part of it all added that extra boost of dramatic surprise – my emotional dial went straight into the dangerous red zone. I was short of wailing emotions.

Although come to think of it, I do not know exactly how I was feeling at that point in time. Shock, mostly, I guess. And when realization hit, touched. The thorough planning to set the surprise up, while he bombarded me with “smoke bombs to mislead my 6th sense”. For the record, my 6th sense was not usually that dull if not for his devious intricate planning.

And I was reduced to a blubbering idiot within mere seconds from an expressionless dull look, as described by Shi. I must have made everyone bewildered with that sudden onset of gushing tears. “Hey, that wasn’t part of the plan!” Me, rooted at the doorway of the chapel, crying, clutching tightly to the overwhelming bouquet of roses. Ha, I got you guys there. At least.

Of course, my answer was obvious. In fact, I thought we were going to do away with the entire proposal works. Everyone whom I cared about and who cared about me, knew how much JX means to me, and vice versa. The ordeals that he stanchly underwent when I ran into some tough patches, the pain he silently endured while putting on a brave and cheerful front before me as I lay on the hospital bed no matter how tired and emotionally exhausted he was, the little stuffs and details which I said or did flippantly which he took note of, the efforts he put in to just make me happy - I do feel, so very fortunate...

It was nice to have the Sisters and some of the hospital staff present to congratulate us and all. Felt a little queer with the photoshoot for the hospital's newsletter though. Got a little sense on how wedding photoshoots are going to be like, and boy, I doubt it's going to be easy.

Ending the day with a high-tea at Goodwood Park Hotel with our best buddies was a very nice touch. Could not have been any other way. It was really great, getting to share my happiness with my girls, just as it was for JX with Nick. It was emotive too, knowing that Nick, who helped JX with his logistics and planning so that JX could keep up with his nonchalant front before me, had a night shift before and hadn’t had much sleep.

I was so utterly moved by the entire setup, the endomorphine hormones went into overdrive that lasted me for days. I actually woke up the next day, thinking that it may be a dream. It was that surreal. But when I realized it’s not, my emotions kicked up again. Yeah, geeee.

Wondering if I should upload the video here when I get hold of it from Shi. JX’s concerned over his cracking voice and singing, while I am just plainly, simply a mess.

"How Starbucks Saved My Life" May Save My Life

2009-06-27T01:07:00.006+08:00

Read "How Starbucks Saved My Life" by Michael Gates Gill recently. It was about a man in his fifties (himself basically) who had it all but suddenly lost it all. From a creator director at J. Walter Thompson Advertising, to a Starbucks employee who had to scrub the toilets and serve the people in front of his cash register where he once stood in his branded suit. Real story. Inspirational, maybe. But it did make me stop and think about my own life.

"I was over sixty when I stopped one late, silent night in the city on the way home from my new job, looked up at the stars, and paused in the rush of life to touch my heart. Only then did I discover how happy I was.
I had grown up in such a cacophonous culture - family and friends full of high-sounding expectations, thousands of noisy ads encouraging a belief in external measures of success - that I never learned to listen to my own heart."

It questions me, when was the last time I asked myself - what makes me happy, and whether I am happy. I realized that I have been trying to live up to others' expectations of myself, instead of to my own expectations. I think all things happen for a reason, and there's no room for regrets in decisions being made in the past but going forward, how would I want to lead my life?

"I discovered so late in life that trusting your own heart is our greatest - and only - path to real happiness. It was only through trusting my heart as my guide that I discovered this. I believe everyone is given a unique path to happiness that is special for each person - we just have to listen to our hearts."

I know, a little repetitive, but I reckon that Michael was merely trying to reinforce that real happiness comes from within yourself. Happy with what you're doing in your life, happy at your job, happy the way you're living your life, happy that you are with your loved ones - basically being at peace with yourself. And that was not to be confused with those short bursts of happiness which you derive from external material purchases.

And then I thought - actually, it takes courage for one to relinquish all the expectations which were laden on him and then to pursue his happiness. Either that, or he had nothing else to lose anyway... but we all wait, thinking happiness may just be around the corner while telling ourselves that we would get used to the miserable lives that we're leading now. And then when we get older, we stop dreaming, we stop hoping for happiness, lose that glimmer and just got so caught up and used to the miserable lives that we're stuck in that rut for the rest of our lives. And we retire, wondering what was that about in the last 40 years. That's depressing me as I type that out. But... that burst of courage I need, may just be what that could steer my life into something so worthwhile.

RIP, MJ

2009-06-27T00:35:00.004+08:00

I was really sad when I learnt the news that our King of Pop was already dead at the age of 50. When celebrities of your times start to drop dead, it is one indication that you're getting old.

But other than that, I was upset that being the sensation he was, I never had the chance to being part of it. I was envious of my colleague who managed to catch his concert when he was in Singapore eons back. She marvelled, a tad sadly, that he was a brilliant performer and that it might have been the best concert she ever gone to. And just like anyone else was, shocked of his sudden demise. Died just when he decided to return to the entertainment world. His iconic tantalizing dance moves, his songs and those injected high-pitched "oohs" will be missed.

We talked a bit of his life, which was... a little sad and crazy for the last few years. Commenting on the paintings, his house, whatever he sold off when he was in dire financial straits and how their values most likely would rocket sky-high now, with his departure.

Isn't it sad, that it's human nature to only regret and cherish whatever/whoever that has already been lost?

My Lost Pride

2009-06-19T23:56:00.008+08:00

Looking at these sketches which I effortlessly did up many years back, I wonder if I am actually missing out something in my life now. Yes, I am doubtful that the me-now, can draw up something like these below.

The Animals' Heads: My first sketches in my first sketchbook - flipped through encyclopedias to pick pictures and try sketching them.

Cher's Vacant Look: Something about Cher scared me then. I think Cher reminded me of Roald Dahl's 'Witches'.

The Eye: Not Cher's missing eye(s), nor anyone I knew. Neither is it mine (mine's beadier). Think I picked this one up from PacNet's CD cover.

Lauren Hill: Loved "Killing Me Softly".

Anorexic Creature: The In-thing was Magic Cards, more than 10 years' back. Was intrigued with this particular one, because of the crouch, the taut and strained fingers and its overall muscle anatomy. Though the people who had seen this sketch of mine would cringe and go "Eee, what is that?"

Creature's Skull: Not the same creature per se, but from the deck of Magic Cards too. I think I am rather morbid. Again, a sketch which made people cringe like they ate some over-preserved sour prune and exclaimed, "You are sick and morbid."

My Hero: You were, and still are!

My Fat Hand: Quite self-explanatory. Though I like to think that my fat hands have slimmed down quite a bit since secondary school.

Home Sweet Home: On the contrary of what most guesses are (i.e. a Christmas Card), I was actually inspired by the cover of a Horror story by Stephen King. Can't remember the title. Sketched this in between classes I think.

The Fat Aunt: Of... Homer Simpson?

The Hippie Guitarist: Guess what, he's right out from a Burger King advertisement phamplet. I know, the guitar's a little too short and kiddy.

The Morning Rush: Jumped out from Burger King's advertisement phamplet too. See the same expression on everyone every weekday morning.

Durians @ Pulau Ubin o'er the Weekend

2009-06-17T23:41:00.004+08:00

The Big Step

2009-06-16T23:27:00.001+08:00

Jo and I enrolled ourselves into a dressmaking class!!!

And... we get to design our own blouses!

Quirky Saturday

2009-06-14T00:00:00.005+08:00

Sudden downpour on a Saturday Morning @ the Market while having Brunch + Poking around the CC for Sewing Classes (Got it!) + Hunting high and low for a Black Petticoat for my Black Vintage Dress (it's practically an extinct commodity - the petticoat I mean. More vintage than vintage.) + Spying a Black Cat sitting patiently at the wet market's fish aisle + Whistling at the Parrot and it shrieking back + Heartwrenching time as I witness 2 dirty baby rabbits in a filthy smelly rusty cage + MJ + Frog's Legs Porridge in Chinatown for Dinner + Dessert @ Wei Siang Yuan and Dad just has to have a bowl of almond "糊" (for his future MJ games) + An Old Pushy Gangster who thinks he still has 'it' and wants to fight

Talking about Evolution of Gender Roles...

2009-06-11T23:37:00.005+08:00

'Pregnant Man' Gives Birth To Another Baby
The 35-year-old said at the time: "I think that people will be shocked because no-one's ever heard of a man giving birth before.

"I guess it's a shocking concept, but in this day and age that's possible. And it's happening now."

But... ultimately did it not boil down to a womb and a sperm? And that the womb is biologically his and the sperm wasn't? So what if he looks like a man but functions the role as a woman to populate the world? So technically speaking do you still call him "a man giving birth"?

O.M.G.........

2009-06-09T23:07:00.006+08:00

..."we're back again."

A very embarrassing topic which got SR, SQ and myself doubling up in laughter in our last get-together.

It was meant to be a touch-&-go topic, thanking inwardly that handphone technology wasn’t that advanced then to capture our potential-blackmail-dance-performance-in-years-to-come. Our copied lame dance moves from the above video (Shoulder shrugs? Horrors.), and lamer get-ups with a bandaged right hand. That memory - Pushing back tables and chairs after classes - rehearsing and rehearsing and rehearsing. We enjoyed it.

And then SQ put this video up on her blog, and there I was, guffawing by myself in the middle of the night. Slightly 10 over years ago, and hm, not so much in fashion anymore.

Led me to reminiscing (though reminiscing does not seem to be the right word in this aspect because I can't find embarrassment in the definition of reminisce. Haha!). Thought about how Jo and I spent on tonnes of celebrity/thrash magazines, as long as BSB was on the cover, even though they may have only taken up 1/30 of a page in the entire magazine. We actually guiltily counted the number of magazines and multiplied them by their costs in later years - that money could have taken us ¼ way to America. And then throwing those magazines out when we finally grew out of it. Mum definitely raised her eyebrows, but she couldn’t tell BSB from Spice Girls. Remembering Jo’s MTV fantasies. Remembering me cooing about KF’s thick eyebrows which took ¾ portion of his face and the stifled scream when KF poured bottled water over his head after some workout in some MTV (what was the HECK with me). Recounting me poring over the magazines with SQ and SR in school and talking about BSB as if they were the boys next class. And then, the present me shuddered as if I needed to pee 3 hours ago.

Raging hormones did all that?

Am I Glad that I'm a Girl?

2009-06-03T00:34:00.005+08:00

Found the below on a blog. Interesting. Sets you thinking on how gender roles have evolved and merged quite a fair bit. So... in the end, does a boy and a girl still need each other other than mere copulation if not for the "functional" roles?

By: Whitney Darrow Jr., a Satirist

THAT two-six Weekend

2009-05-28T23:52:00.008+08:00

Uploading pictures is a chore. And I don't know if this is a wise idea. It's so small it's almost meaningless. But I guess you could click on them if you're interested in the first place.

The Queen & Mangosteen:

Rose wine + A little Beer + Good enough food + Interesting Loo + Surprise Cake + Other Birthday Girl & Boy in Da House + Talking about Acceptance and Generally, Life + So glad Ying drove me home.

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Fig & Olive with K+S:

A quiet Fig & Olive on a Friday night + Walking around The Cathay + Random Shopping + Vintage-looking Ribbony Earrings with tinge of Gold (I like ribbons!) from K + Trying on and on and on to Locate a place to sit down and drink + Ended up at Cafe Cartel with Mocha and Waffles + Recycled Gift + A Lift Home from JX + A Goodnight Hug & Kiss

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Wedding Lunch @ Marsiling CC + Tampopo @ Liang Court:

Getting lost in Marsiling + Recognizing the route to JB and turned the other way hastily + Malay food for Lunch + Family Dinner at Liang Court + Turned out Jo wanted to bring us to a place at UE Square instead + Settled for Tampopo + Long Wait + Played with a mannequin's wig + Headmistress-salesgirl with extended hand "Give Me" while Mum was WITH us + Great black pork ramen at Tampopo + Even greater eggs + MJ @ home + Never gamed :(

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Sentosa + Vivocity:

(Blazing) Sun, sand, sea + Lunch at Sakae + No conveyor belt + First touch with a snake (surprisingly the touch is not that freaky, it's just the darting tongue that I cannot stand) + JX's a natural with snakes + A food-robber Monkey on the Go + Staring at uncles oogling at bikini girls + Ice cream sorbet + Maybe Not-so-innocent Kids + Vivocity Shopping + Arcade + Reminiscing the Past on a Sentosa Night + Surprise Presents from JX

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Tampines 1 + Turf City:

Uniqlo is a disaappointment + Rainy + Tired & Sleepy + Headed to Turf City to return the car + Irritating obnoxious Ah Seng + Maze + Crappy Carrot Cake at Turf City + Home + A good Nap that I didn't have the whole weekend.

= A Very Happy M.

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2009-05-27T23:52:00.002+08:00

Been meaning to keep up with my blogging. But...

1. Had appointments with different groups of friends to meet up over my birthday through the week.

2. T-Rex went on a gnawing rampage when we let him out one day and whilst we were unaware, he chewed off the telephone line sneakily. And there JX was, a few days later sitting in front of my laptop and my home PC, dumbfounded, at our connected connection but the inability to access the internet or MSN. While in the living room, lay a broken telephone line beneath our sofa.

3. Been down with The Flu. Was on (guilty Monday) MC. And I practically slept through the entire weekend + Monday.

4. Procrastinating in sorting the pictures that were taken over my birthday weekend.

5. Pissed at work.

6. The zits on my face require my immediate attention.

7. The weather is so crappy-hot to do anything at all.

8. Lastly, my flu is coming back.

Save the Sharks.

2009-05-07T22:40:00.002+08:00

From this cantonese woman.

Koochi koochi

2009-05-07T22:24:00.000+08:00

Randomness

2009-05-06T22:24:00.004+08:00

1. Addicted to FML, big time. Is it human nature to feel better at someone else’s misfortune/demise? Or am I just plain... evil and mean, as S always thought so?

2. Just as when everyone started to believe it’s time for women to step up to leader positions in Singapore, we have to take a couple of steps back with the AWARE saga and S-Factor. Not to say that they aren’t entertaining reads in the news though.

[On the side note banter: Always have thought a successful woman is one who knows how to turn her charm on and off as and when she deems fit in any situation and knows her way on how to work with women and men. Knows when and what to say, knows when to just listen. One doesn’t need to fight her femininity to be at the top. If she removes any traces of femininity so that she feels that she can be accepted in a leader role, she will not represent a woman on top – she will be just a man-boss wannabe. How some women try to fit into the boss role, by being masculine, is actually very ironical.]

3. One pet peeve I just uncovered – women twirling their hair into two rolls hanging down by their necks. In public. Again and again. While staring at themselves in reflections doing so.

4. All my shoes suddenly just died on me. Broken soles, holes, tears. And just when I needed shoes, those on racks are unappealing and/or expensive. WHY! And those that I vaguely like, doesn’t have size 40 in stock. What, all big-feeted women have the same taste in shoes, or they don’t even bother bringing in stocks for size 40 at all? Mar from office said “See, my Ferragamo shoes. I wear them everyday and they last for yeaaaaars! Look, they still look fine. That’s why they are so worth it.” Oooooh, I won’t dare say the same for clumsy, unrefined me. Different owners, different fate.

5. Just as when there were speculations that we may be walking out of the gloomy financial downturn sooner than we thought, H1N1 flu came about. What’s next...?

6. Don’t even feel like reading the news with all the doom and gloom.

7. Mom’s Day. Uh oh, what to get Mommy?

8. Marveling at beautiful supple flawless skin. I want I want I want.

9. Why did that 9pm Ping Pong TV drama end so abruptly? Oh, should have known. Director of ‘The Little Nonya’.

10. Was at FordModels.tv watching short video clips on fashion and hairstyling tips (which I never did try due to my overwhelming laziness) and came across a video of a Fit Model. Whose occupation is to be just a size. Any random size. And just stand there be a standing model – “armholes too big, shoulders too small, yada yada” for a, say, size 6. Clothes in the fashion industry is made to their sizes' measurements. I thought, "Wow, THERE’S SUCH AN OCCUPATION?!" Don’t even need to be pretty, don’t need to catwalk, go down to a shop and pick the right size off the rack and off you go because they’re sized according to your measurements! And paid for it!

I think JX meant to say something when he sent this to me.

2009-05-06T21:32:00.006+08:00

I'm sure he wants to do that (last frame) to me sometimes. HAHA

A sunset a day, drives your worries away.

2009-04-28T23:07:00.003+08:00

I was brisk-walking home on a Friday evening, relieved that it was finally the weekend but etched on my forehead was a slight frown from mounting stress at work. I had nothing on in the next few hours, but I was eager to be home.

I then saw, before me, a wheelchair-bound man stopped wheeling himself in the midst of a carpark, and lifted his head to look afar. Aware that the carpark was a slight uphill slope, I thought he may be experiencing some difficulties, so I went up to him and offered my help gently.

The moment he turned his head to look at me, his cheery disposition had me pleasantly surprised. He grinned at me and exclaimed he was fine and explained that he was just stopping by to look at the sunset. And thanked me profusely for offering help in the first place.

I smiled at him in return, and sensed a slow wakening within myself which calmed me down as I looked up to at the sky and the vibrant sunset amidst the silhoutte of the trees.

I was thankful to him, actually, for reminding me that one should not be that self-absorbed and should be more appreciative of what is given and what is there. I love sunrises and sunsets, but have forgotten to look up to the skies when my pace of life quickens. One can be miserable the whole day, the whole week, or even his whole life and forget about being happy – but the entire world is moving on, with you sulking or not. So why not take it a little easier on yourself, and seek joy in what you have?... Ask not what life is there to offer you, but what you can offer yourself with that mindset of yours.

Joy Rides on a Sunny Weekend

2009-04-28T22:37:00.007+08:00

I thought that the lau-pok-pok car was kind of cute actually. You know, a-grampa-without-teeth-smiley-that-sorta-'cute'? Yep.

SMK's Day-Off

2009-04-19T01:39:00.001+08:00

Had been wanting to get the pictures of the day that SMK went to the botanical gardens on our day-off. So tough. Cos they are about 120mb in all.

Zzz.

But so sweet of S -

She scrapbooked it!

Yet another MRT pervert

2009-04-19T01:09:00.002+08:00

This time, it’s a secondary school boy. Who couldn’t stop pulling my skirt beneath his legs as he sat beside me.

Crazy sicko!

Why are there so many perverts on MRTs, or am I just plain unlucky to meet that many of them?

And no one came forward to lend a helping hand when I tried to pull my skirt back from him while he feigned ignorance as I raised my voice at him to have my skirt back. Why!

Serves me right?

2009-04-19T00:53:00.005+08:00

It’s been 2 days since the JPMorgan Run. But my thighs are still hurting like mad. Yeah, so I did jog.

It was kind of sad actually, I used to peek at those fit ones running beside me on the treadmills and pace myself with them, if not, try to outrun them, with that “see-who-stops-first” mentality. But for that run that happened a couple days back, I was pacing myself with err, bigger sized participants.

The route was like crap – even though it is going to be the F1 Grand Prix race track. It was narrow and bumpy. Not a good route for a run with 10,000 participants. I grimaced each time a sweaty body slid past me. Which is countless. Gross.

I was congratulating myself while into my 2KM, “Hey, not bad. I’m still holding up although I’m like a tortoise.” But of course... I didn't get to jog all the way. (._.)

And when I did finally finish the race, I was relieved. I didn’t activate a string of wailing sirens, at least.

And then I had one & a half Western main course meals topped with a dessert after the run. Jalepeno at The Flyer. Not surprised if I turned out to be unhealthier at the end of the day.

I didn’t think I would run so I didn’t even warm up. Bad move. My thighs felt like lead the next morning I woke up. And now, they hurt so bad that I couldn't exactly put my legs together and I need to prop myself up with my hands when I use the toilet bowl. But I couldn’t help then but jog when I saw everyone in front of me do so. It had been so long since I sweat buckets like that.

And needless to say, JX nagged at me.

S+M+K

2009-04-18T23:43:00.003+08:00

Had a mini-celebration with K+S to commemorate our 13-year-old friendship over the Easter weekend. By staying over at my place. Not very happening.

Probably the most happening thing was us trotting down to the convenience stall to get supper – without our bras (except for S, who claims she needs every support that she can get).

There was a lot of marveling of old stuffs we had done for each other though (with S shrieking sporadically each time T-Rex goes near her). And my unfaded neo-prints. And our old pictures. K demanding me to burn our secondary school prom picture. Debated why I looked like a mama-san with cockroach feelers for my JC prom, while I wailed that I won’t want to look like that for my wedding when K+S believed that I would.

After the “adventure” of trying to get our supper hunched-back, we had instant noodles and sparkling wine. And exchanged songs on our mobiles via Bluetooth, with our legs propped up. Again, reminiscing songs from “our era”. Gee, weird auntaaaaaaays...

And then there was a debate over who was a better host while we got ready to sleep. Sharing more secrets before dozing off... and trying hard not to fall off the bed throughout the night. And then, S woke up with a sty. Not that my house is a sty, but I meant a sty on the eye.

I wonder how many more stayovers we can have in this lifetime. Would we be like those housewives on that silly show “煮妇的假期”? Hahaha.

Tears and Smiles

2009-04-18T22:35:00.003+08:00

Was there anyone who viewed it and wasn't touched to tears?

Grown up to be cynics, haven't we...?

P.S.: Loved the portion where Simon Cowell covered up a air-barf in the introductionary interview.

The Easter Bunny, in his puberty.

2009-04-08T22:54:00.002+08:00

My Easter Bunny in the house got a little horny.

And there I was, thinking, “How cute. What is he trying to do, circling my feet so enthusiastically like that?”

Next thing I knew, he was humping my legs. I shrieked in repulsion and into the cage he went. I felt... raped.

Happy Easter in advance ah.

Randomness

2009-04-08T21:35:00.002+08:00

They're from Puma. I think they're pretty. And would make me feel like I just stepped out from a comic strip.

Hm...

2009-04-08T21:13:00.001+08:00

I hope he is/was a banker.

Randomness

2009-04-02T20:56:00.004+08:00

1. I think as you grow older, the faster time seems to pass. Nary a wink, and it’s into 2nd quarter of 2009. And, I'm getting lazier. As you can see from my (relatively) inactive blog.

2. Everyone has gone and is going to Taiwan. Damn.

3. Read an article today regarding the protest in London and it got me stifling my laughter in office. The neverending bleak financial news now peppered with dry humor. An Easter Bunny hopped through the police barricade and an armed man waved a light saber at a policeman, while a banner “Eat the Bankers” waved somewhere in the crowd and the helicopters hovered above. I’m (some sort of) glad that these people still manage to inject some sort of dry, if not lame, humor in this otherwise “what’s-new”, somber protest. But I shouldn’t be laughing – someone died. I had a sneaking suspicion that the writer was in fact writing in glee. Read article here.

4. I think Joanne is covering up her boob job. Couldn’t be more of a wrong timing to replay one of her first few shows in the late night slots while there was a controversy on her boobs and her denial. Stark difference. Not as if you started out as a budding teenager in the first place. I mean, just admit la – if you think you would look more proportionate and doing a boob job will make you feel better, people will leave you alone when you come clean. Look at Kelly Rowland.

5. Using Ba Wang shampoo now – recommended by Ass, using her parents’ testimonials. I want I want I want a headful of luxurious soft hair. Can there ever be enough hair? (not Hagrid’s scraggly kind though)

6. (Hagrid->Harry Potter) ...brings me to – books. Finished the Twilight-New Moon-Eclipse-Breaking Dawn series not too long ago. Late, I know. Didn’t get why everyone went gaga, picked up the book (thanks to Ah Qi and Ass) and then become gaga myself. Watched the movie online after reading the book, and wow, it actually sucks (pun unintended). Suddenly comments sprouting all over those celebrity blogs on Robert Pattinson the 'Vampire' were begging him to bite them. And then read an article on Reuters that a female vampire was uncovered. (0_0)

7. Filed income tax. Major grumble. No rebates at all. Told JX that we seriously need to get married soon. And have a kid. Or twins. Or triplets. Only to get JX’s grumble. Said didn’t want twins – with my absent-mindedness that I would probably feed the same one twice. After some thought, I won’t rule that out.

8. Was enrolled into the JPMorgan Run...*chirping crickets* Contemplating whether to try my virgin run after 1.5 years at that event, and JX forewarned me. Reminded me that I probably won't want to get the ambulance on standby to wail its siren. But 5.6KM... used to be manageable? Gah. Subsequently led me to consider what sort of sport I should be taking up, considering my back problem. Tai Chi? Belly dancing? Dancing (what dance?)? Back to Yoga? Random thoughts again.

9. Watched Dragonball Evolution, and wow, it sucks. JX and I were smacking our foreheads through the movie. It was like - (snigger, snigger), *piak*, (roll eyes) and repeat. I like Detroit Metal City though – lame, yeah, but, ok la, it’s lame.

10. I want to play the piano again. Got some beautiful pieces. BUT only to find out that my piano gave up on me a long time ago.

Here we go... again.

2009-03-05T21:56:00.002+08:00

Introducing, ~~"Newbit"~~, ~~"Rocker"~~, ~~"Bruce/Bruise"~~, ~~"Orbit"~~, ~~"Cotton"~~, ~~"小白"~~, ~~"Wayang"~~, ~~"Bitty"~~, "T-REX". Jo decided.

Cat-Woman, you must have really beautiful legs in order to wear this day-in day-out.

2009-02-26T00:29:00.008+08:00

Almost wanted to buy this rubbery spandex tights, which for a moment, I thought it was cool.

Well, it turns out not.

While waiting for JX at Vivocity, I hung around Forever21 and tried to put some clothes together. Not really my kind of style, but probably, I wanted to engage that 15-year-old side of me, which never got the chance to be fashion-conscious back then (as compared to the teens now).

So, tights - a must-have in the teen-getup-look.

BOY, was it tough to get into that, which was so rubbery and squeaky. It’s probably the material and I was laughing myself silly in the fitting room - because... I looked like a miserable Cat-Woman with short legs and a long crotch at one point.

After realizing that I had to wear it like a pair of stockings and some huffing and puffing, I looked at the final outcome. Damn, it was really unflattering. Made my legs look short and fat, and my knees shiningly-ugly. And I somehow looked pregnant. Gee, how harsh.

When I returned the clothes, I thought the girl looked at me weird. I wondered if it was because she heard me giggling alone in the fitting room. Or the choice of clothes that I chose.

A Belated Boogey V-Day Post

2009-02-23T22:17:00.005+08:00

No, I don't have a Samsung phone but I love them.

I had a nose booger stuck in my nose and JX saw. After he exclaimed his sighting, I went - "Yeah, it was stuck there for a while and it's irritating the hell out of me. Should I dig it out?"

JX looked at me, and I couldn’t quite understand his expression. But I proceeded to remove that offensive muck obstructing my nasal tract. At that point, JX yelped somewhat hysterically while I laughed away sinisterly with my index finger standing tall and proud, propping a biological weapon.

In our struggle (me trying to get close to him, while he getting away from me), that sticky booger got a portion of itself onto JX’s black shirt. He shrieked and went on nagging some gibberish while I laughed away, with my finger sticking in mid-air.

He commanded that I flick it away. But I placed it (somewhere) and told him whenever he past by that place, he would then think of me (in disgust or lovingly, up to him). I think he shrieked again, because I couldn’t quite hear properly while I was going on with my insane laughter.

We walked along, and in a while, I revealed to him matter-of-factly, “I think I’ve got some more stuck in my nose. What do I do now?” He thought the booger episode was over. He forewarned me not to dig it again. What would he do, if I did, I don't know.

And then I lit up like a bulb, “Oh, I could do it the grampa-style. You know, hold down the other nostril and snort it out!” And I proceeded to do that, aiming at a grass patch before he could stop me.

I failed miserably. I turned to look at JX in a dead-panned expression and he couldn’t stop laughing. I had slimy/sticky snot all over my nose. It somehow slapped itself upwards instead of rocketing out and away. While he was laughing away, he still managed to warn me not to touch him till I get home and clean up. Along the journey home I did not manage to flick the booger away because it was too clingy to its owner.

He told me, wisely, that I didn’t block the other nostril tightly hence the pathetic failure.

“How romantic ya, our Valentine’s Day celebration!” I grinned, sticky booger in hand.

“Yeah, 4 years into our relationship. And on Valentine’s Day. And you are already the way you are... I wonder what’s next in time to come.”

Oooooh, you will know. :D

P.S.: Yes, it was in public but it was dark and almost no one was around as we walked home. I do have some social etiquette ok.

Ah Qi, this one's for you.

2009-02-18T22:53:00.004+08:00

You love Korean guys, right, Qi? I give you one. Who sings sexy.

I think he hates Mariah Carey. It must be the case right?

They shouldn't have to go through this.

2009-02-11T22:36:00.005+08:00

These poor animals which once lived in the forests of Australia. Imagine how they panicked in their last moments. Imagine their frantic terror as they tried to escape but got caught in fiery deadends.

This is one survivor from the Australian bushfires.

"You can how she stops and moves forward and looks at me. It was like a look saying "I can't run, I'm weak and sore, put me out of my misery,"" Tree told Reuters.

"I yelled out for some water and I sat down with her and tipped the water up. It was in my hand and she reached for the bottle then put her right claw into my left hand which was cold so it must have given her some pain relief and she just left it there. It was just amazing."

(Source: Reuters)

'Amazing' wouldn't be a word I would choose to use in that juncture, but well...

No one person or animal should have to go through this.

"...words escape us all when it comes to describing that deliberate arson,"said Victoria state Premier John Brumby.

How apt.

A Filthy Dirt makes its debut on a Can-Opener's Manual

2009-02-05T23:42:00.002+08:00

Click to enlarge. On that one filthy dirt that wipes dry cloth.

A Hairy 牛 Year

2009-02-04T23:52:00.005+08:00

Acceptance

2009-02-02T22:37:00.005+08:00

It had been a devastating time for all when Norbit left us suddenly. It took us all a while to get used to the fact that Norbit is gone forever. We all missed him terribly. And truthfully, my heart still wrenches as the nasty memories attack me from time to time - him fighting for his life on the operation table, eventually struggling to get close to the oblivious me when he was near his death, his limp body as the vet tried to resuscitate him, the words that finalized his life...

Jo said she was sorry that I had to be the one to witness the entire ordeal and for selfish reasons, she was in a way blessed to be spared from the agony. But a large part of me was glad that I was there with him when he needed me most. I just wish for Norbit to know that we all loved him.

It is still painful now, but it gets better and it will pass. In time, I know, I will think about Norbit and smile instead of crying.

JX said, "That's it. We'll not have any pets," after rushing to my side and witnessing my crumbled state when he heard the news.

My heartbroken parents were also a little apprehensive in getting another pet now. My dad went, "See, I told you. You have to expect this when you get a pet. You will be heartbroken when its time is up." My mom then added, "That's why I didn't want us to have a pet."

But... would you rather protect yourself from potential agony, from sad memories - and hence no happy memories, to not love and be loved in return; OR to create happy moments despite knowing one day, it probably will all end, short-lived or not? I choose the latter. So what if you are living, but not a life?

Letting Go

2009-01-22T19:22:00.001+08:00

... is just so hard.

You have been a great friend. All of us love you, you know that. We will miss you so terribly...

Goodbye... Norbit.

And so, a hole was burnt.

2009-01-20T21:46:00.002+08:00

OK, I’ve gotten it. Haven’t got much of a choice actually. Was debating whether to get a PDA phone... but I hate miniscule buttons which have everything against my clumsy thumbs. And what, individual buttons for every single letter? –snore- Why, when you can have 8 buttons to represent all 26 letters along with their smart text?

The iPhone doesn’t seem all that perfect according to my sister’s mutterings and bland note “My phone is not working, I don’t know why” from time to time. And I’ve always doubted the touch-screen function anyway. And it doesn't even have Bluetooth! WHY!?

Anyway, because this new Sony Ericsson handphone of mine is a walkman, the quality of the pictures is not as great as my faulty Cybershot handphone. :(

What now, I can’t go snapping away happily whenever I feel like it or to capture the God of Pigeons and be assured of reasonably clear pictures at the same time. Yeah, you can lug a camera along wherever you go, but it’s just... different.

The other handphones that have 8MP are as heavy as cameras and LOOK like cameras.

Ah, I guess I’ll just wait in a few years/decades (?) till they make everything one-third its current size.

Meantime, I’ll just make myself deaf with the 8GB of music on my handphone while the pictures on my blog will just be a disgusting blur of dull colours with lots of noise. (>_<)

Pweeeeeeetty...

2009-01-19T23:35:00.011+08:00

My handphone's out - and thus gives me a good reason to look at these beauties. OMG, they are so pretty! Japanese phones? I want!!! *claws at screen* Even then when I was in Tokyo with JX, travelling around in her subways, I kept eyeing the handphones the Japanese were meddling with. Their big LCD screens, their vivid emoticons that they can insert in their messages. But I doubt those bouncing cute things will turn out well in other phones in Singapore. My messages will probably turn out to be Japanese error-gibberish on the other end.

(Source: http://www.ilove-ghost.com/)

Oh look! Waterproof ones! Just right for clumsy me! Ahhh..

But seriously how practical to spend near S$1k on something that is as good without warranty? (I think...)

The level-headed side of me nags at me that I should just settle for one that looks somewhat like it... like this:

Norbit, please get well soon...

2009-01-19T22:12:00.002+08:00

Hi Nine

2009-01-06T21:56:00.004+08:00

I don't want to be like the rest and try sum up 2008. I'll just let Uncle Jay sing it through. I say he did a tremendous great job!

Damn, how could I miss his news all this while! Go http://unclejayexplains.com/ for more of his sexy white beard and gleaming pate.

The last Randomness of 2008

2008-12-31T12:52:00.003+08:00

Every end of the year, people say “Time flies, the year is gone without us knowing it”, in which they will let out an inexplicable sigh, prompting you to think that they have suddenly realized that they have aged, like everyone else, by a year; and/or wasted yet another year.

What they think they should be doing in the past year instead of those that they did, I don’t know.

I looked back briefly today and well, it’s not shabby. Could have been better, but nevertheless... Hey, I’ve learnt the art of appreciating life as it is. Look on the bright side; it could have been a lot worse.

To IKEA, to IKEA...

2008-12-30T19:29:00.013+08:00

Christmas with my Girls

2008-12-29T12:58:00.014+08:00

We have another MJ kaki

2008-12-26T02:16:00.002+08:00

I have been playing quite a bit of mahjong lately. And Norbit loves the noise that the tiles make.

Merry Christmas

2008-12-26T02:11:00.004+08:00

P.S.: Love this couple-pyjama Christmas present from Ryan! Though, I thought Adam's leaf should be near bottom of the shirt, near his groin. Hur hur.

Walking Norbit

2008-12-26T01:55:00.007+08:00

...can be quite boring.

Pigeons

2008-12-18T23:14:00.010+08:00

Have been having workday lunches with JX this few days because he is attending a course just next to the building I’m working at. And we started to imagine how nice if we were to work within the same vicinity (I wouldn’t dare say the same if it’s the same company, but well, it works for Kay).

Romantic lunches by the river, accompanied by pigeons. Got me fascinated. Those pigeons. Never looked at pigeons the same way again after Bolt. They were strutting around, and staring at the people eating nearby at the benches - as they paced before you. The scenery is somewhat like what I imagine an idyllic city to be – sitting on a bench in the park, guarding your precious sandwich from the pigeons gathering around your feet. And then, at one point, the pigeons gathered before Botero’s Muscular/Fat Pigeon. Everyone who works in Raffles Place will know the Muscular/Fat Pigeon, standing proudly by the Singapore River.

Me: "Wow, look at those pigeons. Gathering there. They seem to be in awe of the Giant Pigeon."

JX: "...hm. They are thinking that it is their God. That’s why they’re gathering there to worship it."

I laughed out so hard.

Randomness

2008-12-12T20:50:00.003+08:00

1. Met an ex-colleague on MRT who didn’t recognize me but was vengeful over a brush of newspapers and very keen to make my journey to work a hellish one. Reminded me, once again, that age doesn’t equate to maturity at all.

2. Spilt my comfort drink all over the office rug. Shriek. Great.

3. Bad cold, resulting in overall body ache. Couldn’t tell if I was aching due to a chill or the workout I got from the hysterical sneezes.

4. Watching Little Nonya on 8... can get on my nerves. The evil shrews (why are women portrayed so evil and manipulative in this show? But that’s another topic altogether.), and Jeanette’s acting. And I preferred her as the mute mom. She’s pretty though.

5. Mummy watched ‘1 Litre of Tears’ and later called me to chat. Said that the show made her feel a lot. I asked her if she called me because of the show. She then laughed and cried at the same time. Weird noises over the phone. Think she meant to say she loves me.

6. London ChocoRoll’s advertisement irritates the hell out of me.

7. Never incur a woman’s wrath. My friend’s hubby forgot her birthday and she is still seething after 5 days. And is still thinking of ways and means to get back at him. Never mind that he was in Turkey then and will only be back in Singapore end of December. She tickles me.

8. Why does Gao-Sir look kinda dull and pudgy? Can’t they cast a more attractive intellectual-looking guy for the role?

9. I don’t know what to do with my blah-hair. Should I keep my fringe? Or not? (bimbo moment)

10. Darn weather.

Fishnet, black boots and gloves.

2008-12-12T20:33:00.003+08:00

Ahh... Now I know why girls nowadays dressed up the way they do. It’s because of Bratz and Barbie.

Ketchup Thoughts

2008-12-02T23:51:00.003+08:00

Recently met up with my secondary school friends and we caught up over some drinks and sweet foods. G, brought along her Baby. We were cooing and making funny ugly faces at her, I think we would have looked ridiculous to the public.

I held The Baby for the first time, feeling quite apprehensive. Babies are such fragile, squishy little things, they’re cute but... you know, clumsiness is a trait of mine. I didn’t quite know what to do with her, I didn’t even hold onto dolls and teddy bears when I was a kid, for goodness’ sake. I just held her tight and tried to, er, make her distracted from the fact she was entrusted to me (who know nuts about babies and how they should be dealt with). The Baby was a brave one. And easy going. Didn’t ~~kick up~~ create a big fuss in my hands. But she kept kicking at nothing for the longest of time. We all commented that she’s gonna have some mighty powerful pair of pins.

It made me wonder, am I prepared to be a Mom? It did strike me a little scary. You can’t sleep through the night(!). Somehow, that point brought up by G was blinking neon at me. Gee, that’s a tough sacrifice.

G later left cos The Baby was looking really tired. If I kicked at nothing for an hour, I would probably want to lie down and sleep too.

Further caught up with SQ and SR on the rest of our classmates. For a few days since the catchup, I thought about the career choice that one of our classmates took. I knew his profession as a photographer since a year back. Todate, I question myself if I would ever find my courage, like him, to pursue my dreams, my interests. I am ashamed that I haven't. Somehow or rather, along the way, I lost sight of my ideals, my dreams, and doing what I love most. Other things, (seemingly or not) more important, took their places instead. My interests have slowly been sidelined subconsciously as I grew older.

Doodling, photography, painting, fashion, writing, plonking on the piano are what I love to do. I am an ‘Arts’ person**. But... how much time do I put aside for the things I love doing, in a year...? I used to immerse myself for hours in one artwork. Would I pursue a career in them? How much am I willing to put to risk, to pursue my dreams?

How would you balance between practicality and your dreams in doing what you love?

[**JX termed me the ‘Arts’ person, while to me, he’s the practical, straightforward ‘Engineering’ person.

He asks “What?”; I ask “Why?” He solves problems plaguing him straight away, while I brainstorm why the problem exists and how to nip the problem at the bud (which he thinks is crap and waste of time. While I think he’s in denial).

He’s great at Maths and Logic, while I am better at (English) Language (because he beats me in Chinese hands down, feet down, head down) and have an eye for aesthetics and er, Reason and er... Philosophy. ]

Killer Shoes

2008-12-01T00:58:00.004+08:00

For goodness sake, they are some innocent-looking ballet flats...!!! Not some 5-inchers?

I’m sticking to cloth or leather flats. Damn. Restrain me if I don’t.

How did I do for my assessment? Well, I...

2008-11-30T23:29:00.002+08:00

I wanta be a Guitar Heroine!

2008-11-26T18:04:00.002+08:00

Anybody interested to form a rock band? Donate a couple of hundred bucks to me? (so that I can ~~create havoc~~ start practising?)

OK, I better get down to it.

2008-11-26T11:39:00.007+08:00

I really love her blog. Too bad she updates not too frequently. And then I came across this entry of hers which reminded me that I am at home now for a very valid reason.

(>_<) –groan- Better. Get. Back. To. My. Essay. NOWWW.

Anyway, this blog is the very reason that made me want to pick up my pencil and draw again. And, maybe, learn how to photoshop. Who wants to pick it up with me?

Oh no, the day is almost gone.

2008-11-25T15:20:00.000+08:00

I have 3 full days of break from work, but I’m hardly feeling great. Gotta study for the examination this Friday; gotta squeeze out an essay by Wednesday midnight using every atom’s energy in me.

Norbit’s perpetually hanging around me, looking pitiful and wanting his cornflakes. Jam’s songs. My bed, which suddenly has a beckoning hand and an evil smile. My irritating fringe which I am trying to grow out. Even the sunny weather out there. The itchy index finger which clicks on blogs and comics websites. ALL of which ganged up to be a big distraction to me.

MUST. FOCUS. NOW!

Alright alright, ‘tis gonna be over soon. Real soon! And it will be... the weekend.

Randomness

2008-11-18T23:28:00.000+08:00

You do know that you have to persevere in the course of things. But I guess everyone needs a little reminder now and then, and a little encouragement from the people who care.

It can be rather challenging to remember such fundamental principals that you tell yourself to live by, when you are too immersed with the nitty-gritty in life.

Mumpy M

2008-11-11T23:45:00.002+08:00

Drats, I think I may have the mumps. I can't chew properly but I am salivating like I'm seeing a sour prune. The whole time.

Is 'Youth' a Fashion Category?

2008-11-11T22:37:00.007+08:00

I was told by Ass last Saturday that I looked like I WAS TRYING to dress like a 18-year-old. “INSULT” was instantly stamped all over my kuku face.

“So... how does an 18-year-old dress HUH?” I asked very drily. And I was even nowhere near tights and leotards. A baggy shirt cinched at the hips with a belt and berms.

“Like you lo.” She replied matter-of-factly.

Ok, that didn’t help. I think she tried to make me feel better by saying that it’s a good thing later in the conversation. But... it’s a vast difference to:
1) look like you’re TRYING to dress younger than you look; and
2) look younger by the way you dress.

Ass further qualified her ‘fashion-age categorization’ by pointing out that younger teens will then dress in their long, tight, and maybe neon, tank tops with their micro shorts. I then protested, “Aunties also dressed the same way, what!!”

I guess I am really feeling old to feel this way, man. Then what should I be wearing to town on a Saturday night for my age?

We then started guessing the ages of some girls in town on a Saturday night after the conversation. Not as if we would ever know the answers, anyway.

We couldn’t tell. Girls now look rather mature for their ages. The faux lashes and thick makeup didn’t help in our guessing. When did I start using makeup? Some of these kids probably started out half my age! I saw a girl half my height and size with the bushiest faux lashes and heavily powdered face once and I wondered – won’t her parents say something if she’s a kid? But again, she’s probably just a small-sized female (working) Peter-Pan.

Probably have a better guess at the ages of the girls by observing the guys hanging out with them. But even so, boys work out and torture their pubescent bodies even before they are required for National Service.

Here I am, in my mid-20s, piling up on anti-aging creams and putting on anti-everything masks while those kids are trying to look older than they are. Isn’t it a big fat irony?

What the.....

2008-11-11T20:32:00.001+08:00

Can anything get gayer than this...? I swear I thought they were guys.

Geekiness...

2008-11-10T23:42:00.007+08:00

comes from within. So, you win, Ass!

And there's me, succeeding in looking like a complete idiot - with the blurrest eyes.

Feel with me, won't you?

2008-11-07T23:36:00.004+08:00

Something was written in the History Books

2008-11-05T19:35:00.006+08:00

It’s amazing how fixated the whole world was on USA’s president election. Since when was there a worldwide poll on the preference of the candidates? Or was there? There was no wonder anyway – it was the most controversial one in history. ~~Look at the stock markets soar happily right after the election results were announced.~~ Maybe not.

I have to say that I am pleased with the outcome though. Change, you say? Yeah, bring it on.

Neh!! You didn't make it!!! Aww, don't look so pissed.

Although I was a bit appalled with Obama’s fumbling in his campaign speeches. He sounded incoherent?

It's your Birthday, Dear!

2008-11-02T22:46:00.009+08:00

Happy 26th Birthday, baby!

Halloween is over

2008-11-02T22:31:00.003+08:00

And I didn’t go to any Halloween parties, yet again. I have to go next year! If you have time to prepare your costume and be really creative and all, what would you go as?

Kudos to Heidi Klum though. The amount of effort put in! And she sure does look hideously scary? Although... I can’t imagine sweating blue paint and getting wasted with that many hands.

Happy Halloween!

2008-10-30T23:57:00.002+08:00

Randomness

2008-10-28T23:38:00.003+08:00

This is really so my Mom.

The Most Embarrassing Thing that Could Happen to a Star

2008-10-28T00:27:00.003+08:00

Me: "Who's THAT?"

Jo: "Doh. The one who sang "I Kissed a Girl". Going all lesbianic and stuffs."

Me: "And she likes it."

At this point, Katy Perry jumped into the cake and I grimaced.

Me: "The cake doesn't look right. It's totally hard! OH MY GOD! It's just icing at the top!!! Oh, rewind that! Look at her expression when she hit the cake! That must have hurt!"

Jo: "Oh YEAAAH!! HAHAHAHA!" (rewinds at least 5 times)

Me: "She looks like she had a mind to jump into the cake right at the start when she started stripping from her gown to her pyjamamama. What a cunning cake. Somebody probably wants her dead."

Jo: "She's trying too hard to be sexy."

Me: "It failed."

Jo: "Haha, look at her drag herself out! Karma. Tried to get that guy."

Me: "What an embarrassment..."

Pervase

2008-10-25T13:55:00.003+08:00

He!

No I’m not happy to see him. I was just but getting amused trying to get his picture discreetly as possible. I always seem to spot this same pervert around somehow or rather.

If you see this guy following you around, please scream at him to back off.