"It's getback time."

..declared Mother Earth. she seems terribly angry this year. "no, it's not enough!" she shrieked. "It's not ever going to be enough for whatever you've done to me!!" An earthquake. The ground rumbled and suddenly, there was an uproar. The earth rised and split up like a baked muffin, and it's filling started jetting out. "It's the end!!!! It's the end!!!!!!" her shrill laughter resounded in every corner of the earth.
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and why people still continue to work their asses off, trying to get by month by month, dreading every morning waking up with a curse upon their lips, and feeling unhappy at their work and workplaces? is this how you would want to live your life, if you know that you're going to die the next day? wasting 9 hours doing something you wish to get out off every single minute you're at it? get home, find that you're dead beat, and then you sleep, to wake up cursing again. how fulfilling a life like that can be..?

i often think now, what life, a fulfilling one, should be like.. yeah, happiness. and happiness can come in many many different ways, depending on individuals. some like to shop, some like to go on holidays. all these need money, so they hafta go back to their jobs. but should happiness be only left on weekends, to shop, to do anything you're happy with? that's sad.

how do you determine what jobs can make you feel happy, so that it goes both ways? i often wonder about that but only to have people tell me that your interest and happiness found in that job will one day just be reduced to boredom and frustration. i even heard that this person rather not have something he likes to be his job, cos it'll kill his interest. huh?

are we stuck in this shithole? no way out of this?

i don't know. i'm fumbling around. i applied for relief teaching. and i was thinking of going into full time tutoring. (how i get the kids, i don't know. gotta ask around) that's some sorta in preparation to become a full fledged teacher. then i was thinking, yah, PE classes, English.. and Art & Craft? subjects i like! and kids, i've got mixed feelings. i like kids. but to play with them, is very much different from teaching them when they can hardly warm their seats for one hour.

try lo?

i was thinking.. since i'm young anyway, take this time to find out. not when i'm old and stuck in a particular industry.

stupid capitalism. if only, prolly all of us are self-sufficient. grow our own vegetables, and rear our own chickens and cows. prolly things will be much simpler.

no, not sunday again.

saw K & S yesterday.. it's been a long time since we all last met up. always feel good hanging out with them and catching up some what. friends like them are hard to come by.. my closest girlfriends. they prolly don't know how important they are to me. even though we went our separate ways since 15 (different classes in secondary 3 & 4, different junior colleges, different universities/faculties), we're still buddies at 22. i don't have many friends. and i don't have a big bunch of close friends. all the more i cherish the both of them. doesn't matter that we didn't really talk for 2 months - we still talk like there wasn't this 2 months gap. they make me feel comfortable in my own skin when i'm with them and they make me crack up. i love them.

it's always nice to listen S prophetize about our future. it's crap, but still nice to visualise about it. cos she visualises it with the 3 of us in it. we being the godmothers of each others' kids. buying each others' kids branded clothes (cos we're the godmoms). going on holidays with each others' families. there is a very nice warm feel to it.

and i met up with my boy last night too. finally. he met me after my meetup with my buddies. i miss him so much! it feels just so right with him holding me. he stayed over last night and i woke up a few times and just look at him sleep like a log. i love to see him sleep. and then sometimes irritate him. but most of the times i just hug him. then late morning we had brunch with my parents. and it's all nice, warm and fuzzy feeling.. maybe it's christmas soon. that's why. heh.

until it's sunday evenings. i hate sunday evenings. even though i don't need to work.

he likes the surprise i did for him. *beams* he said i painted well. it has been so long i used anything like poster colours and paint brushes.. when i took a brush up again a few days ago, i felt like becoming an art teacher or something. maybe i could? art is so nice, it's so carefree...

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p.s.: K & S, don't worry, you'll be getting the engagement treat from me and JX. : P

blogger works! the toolbar is back!

oh oh. i got some pictures to put up. muahaha.

haha. this pretty much proves that i'm very free huh.

the king and queen! haha..

i miss the toolbar so much..

a day alone

i'm getting ill again. and i seriously think that this year.. is the year that is ill for my health. taurean or born in the year of pig. or just plainly for me.

or maybe, simply put, i'm going to die soon.
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well, i dreamt that i was knocked down by a car a few nights ago. and died. it was so real. i could even feel myself floating, like in water, after death. all along, i thought i am going to die through a car accident. and in that dream, i could feel the impact wham!, and immediately, the floating. the weightless feeling.

and then my brain awoke, my senses awoke. i feel the need to go back to my loved ones. and i did. and i lingered around them, my family, K & S, and my boy. initially some who did not know of my death saw me, or thought they saw me. subsequently, i'm just invisible. an absence.

eventually i needed to go. but i pleaded with someone, (i just knew that i had pleaded but with whom?) to have one more week. one more week with my boy. i was granted and i just hung around.. looking on at my family's lives, my boy's life carry on without me, mutely. i couldn't bear to leave my boy. i couldn't bear to leave my family.. i don't want to. the ache in my heart was real. it was still there when i woke up.

and then i had to go, for real. a journey i've to take alone. leaving everything and everybody i loved. i just floated... and floated away and dissipitated into nothingness.

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i wonder.. if it's like this.. after death. it beats thinking that you're going to hell after you die..

a minute of peace for rajah.

although i didn't think the food there was fantastic (nor the wine), i've been there for dinner on my last day in bali, and the ambience was pretty nice (meaning it's just dim enough for me to squint at my dinner). now that it's bombed, there's sadness that i can't explain; prolly "i've-been-there-and-now-it's-bombed". just a mere figment of history. not that i'm going back there anyway, but yeah, it's sad. people lives are lost suddenly. imagine sending your loved one to the airport, seeing him wave happily at you before joining his friends. never will you think that will be the last mental picture of him that you'll have. you wouldn't be thinking that he'll be bombed to bits when he's tugging at a chicken part during dinner.

how sad..

kuta square in bali was the most frequent place K, S and i had visited then. it felt like a piece of the bali memory was blasted too.

reading the report:

"Experts say the group aims to destabilise the region and bring Indonesia, Brunei, Malaysia, Singapore and the southern Philippines under a fundamentalist Islamic umbrella"

(Channelnewsasia:

http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/afp_asiapacific/view/171277/1/.html)

that brings chill to my spine. hey, singapore's in.

i just wonder when.

life is a four letter word.

what has happened to blogger..

or is just the blogger on my computer that's wanky?

this just has to happen you know. when i've got all the time in the world to post senseless blogs and post pictures.

when i finally got off the mindless job, what have i been doing? these 3 days.. what have i done?

sleep. and just... sleep.

not really an attempt to grasp at 'life' huh.

i don't get to see the sun like i yearn to when i was at work.

why?

cos i have a freaking pain in my back. such pain that i've to support myself getting out of a damn chair. or even, straightening my back. what can i do but to try to stop the pain?

i don't dare to tell my parents.

what caused it? man, i wished i knew more than you do.

what's happening to me?? i'm sick of getting this bouts of back pain. do i have to get used to this? till the day i die? i'm sick of feeling useless and paralyzed when i'm supposed to be at my prime.

i hope this blows over in a few days..

bloody blogger

what the heck happened!!!

i quitted

and yesterday was my last day. kinda missing it. tho' the boss was from hell, all my colleagues were great. it's just that bloody drawback. just that mass of fats huffing 24/7 thinking that he's the top of the world because he's oh-so-intelligent.

doesn't matter that if he thinks that he's intelligent. he thinks that others are stupid.

well, no matter. i'm outta that shithole.

only that my remaining 2 colleagues, who are more experienced, are sinking into deeper manure. 1 of them is going into maternity leave soon, yes, she's very pregnant. and the other.. most prolly she's pregnant too. the power of pregnant moms.

3 bloody months. not much of an 'experience' that other employers will be looking for when they look at my resume.

i've learnt a lot anyway. 3 months only but, a lot. it seems that i've been there much longer.

do i know what i want now? compared to 3 months before? not exactly. ok, i don't really fancy 9-5 jobs at desks. but prolly it's just the job. 5 day week! not 6 bloody days. no meetings after work that happen like fortnightly weekdays and fridays & saturdays! a boss that appreciates what you're doing when you're doing it right. and not jump on you when you'd done a wrong. hell, that boss jumped on you even though it wasn't your fault. he said things, but later denied ever saying that. i hope it's Alzheimei's disease.

meanwhile, i'll just take it slooow. relax! watch my expenses. and eat bread.

I QUIT!!!

a flattened chestbox is not a flat chested-box.

o no, it's a sunday night again.

i bloody dread this time of the week. sunday night means it's the end of the weekend. and it means it's going to be the start of a whole new week, and it's monday all over again. and work. and then it's just getting day by day again. hour by hour. minute by minute.

not that i think i will notice the time when i'm at work, tomorrow at least. i can foresee. a very mad me, getting paper cuts from the fluttering papers, my hands in a flurry, my face in a contorted expression.

man, I HATE MONDAYS!!!!

and tuesdays, and wednesdays, and thursdays. fridays aren't that bad. saturdays are best. even though i gotta work.

ok, i declare that i'm going to go strict on my own expenditure. no more buying snacks after today. packed lunches and all! uh, that should be all.

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that's in preparation to my resignation. soon enough.

to... or not to?

resign, that is.

my colleague who came in with me, has tendered her resignation letter today. before me.

what a messy shit.

i can't resign as yet. i'm going to scour around for jobs, first. before this one kills me.

but how do i look for jobs when i'm at this current one which snuffs out every ray of daylight from my days?

help.

was it not too long ago that i was rejoicing about my employment?

for one, this company has one helluva insensitive lousy boss. the long hours and UNNECESSARY meetings are next. conjure that up together - insensitive remarks targeted at you at unnecessary meetings - and you get a resignation letter. we're all at that brink man.. and this guy, who goes around, saying whether you're intelligent or have any intellectual thoughts at all, chose the can't-be-more-critical time to give his nonsensical comments about us. not like he knows any one of us at all. and not that he bothered trying to know. he just presumes and thinks for sure that he's right. that's the most irritating part. he presumes that you've a sad life and a mundane one - and that explains the dull intellect. yada yada. and the thing is.. he doesn't give you a chance to explain. so, only he has the right to talk, and you just gotta listen to his shit.

i want to bloody quit!!!

do androids dream of electric sheep

one of the (weird) phrases that my sister came up with when she gotta do her essays.

interesting actually.

but they don't dream, prolly they count. but do they sleep? why do they need sleep?

anyways.... it's back to boring old monday again.

i wish everyday is SATURDAY!!!

this saturday's my niece one-month old celebration party. don't feel like going. i've many many nephews and nieces. i've nieces older than me. old enough to be my mom if they marry early. the thing is, they do marry young.

i don't know what i'm blogging about.

prolly overdosage of fruits. i had two apples, countless cubes of pineapples, and an orange.

i stink. i'd gone for this fitness class - for the first time on a monday. punch punch kick kick. feeble feeble.

i only look forward to weekends. that's what keeps me going.. weekdays are.. zzzzzzzzz... nothing but routine.

what am i doing to my life?! i'm wasting it away!

but not like i know what to do to not waste it.

life is such a waste of time? why don't we get to the best part of it sooner.

i realise i don't really sound chirpy now-a-blogs huh.

the most bloggable thing today

i wore my shirt inside-out the entire day today. and only realised it when my boy told me in the evening.

i hate...

..mondays. sunday nights too in fact.

fish. cos they're slimy.

which means, i hate brinjals and anything in slimy gravy. with the exception of sambal ladyfingers tho.

snails. cos they're slimy too. slugs, worms, yada yada.

people who push their ways into the mrt when i'm trying to step out. i push them back.

rainy mornings when i have to get to work.

cold.

strawberry ice cream. and maybe vanilla ice cream.

long john's silver.

gassy drinks cos they make my throat hurt.

being taken for granted. well, who likes it..

durians and cheese, mozarella cheese, especially in crusted pizza.

being not out in the open and enjoying the sun.

speaking to clients who do not understand me and i don't understand their language either, but insists i help them. hates it even more when they think i SHOULD help them cos i'm in the service line, and speaks in a condescending tone. hello, i may not understand fully what you're speaking, tones are however universal. dumb ass.

my luck sometimes. cos i never get to win anything in card games when there're bets.

people who think they're good looking (when they're not). you can see it in their eyes, and the way they look (down) on other people.

pimples.

my periods.

being exploited.

...myself at times.

(prolly pms-ing right now. grouchy. or maybe it's my work.)

there are more. i realise.

dirty old men molesting women with their hungry lustful eyes. yucks. poke their eyes.

even worse, those that make it really obvious.

flying cockroaches.

morning crowds. it's a time when social distances do not matter to anyone in singapore.

poodles. look like high-class bitches.

sphinx cats. scarily hairless.

spiders.

my back.

medicine. panadols.

milo that tastes like mud.

malt.

buns' fillings.

cream in between biscuits.

cream on cakes.

clowns.

real-like dolls.

it when i recognize a familiar song playing in a shop or at a mall, but can't put a finger to the title.

days when i feel ugly and when i just want to hide.

days.. days like these.. days like today... WHEN I'M FEELING BLOODY SICK.

a happy family dinner

happy birthday!

it was a really happy dinner with my uncles and aunts and cousins. it has been a really long while.. had seafood ala carte buffet. woo~

we were going camera crazy. and my cousins.. they're just plain crazy. i love all of them!

the young 'uns get a little hard to handle tho'.

look..

they are basically all over the place. i even found that i'd a scratch wound after i reached home. the little girl in pink on the floor was fixated on the anklet and laughing and tugging at the little chain. she was rolling about on the floor, till the waiter said, "the floor hasn't been cleaned for years." that says very much about the hygiene there huh.

i like this the best. we can't see any of the faces here.. but this says a lot about the big 'uns having difficulties coping with the ever giggling and hyperactive little 'uns...

i'll miss them terribly when they go over to shanghai to join their daddy.

the three beauts. wahahaha. this young lady is blooming into a fine woman. getting prettier and prettier.. watching her grow up. i miss her too.. seeing someone grow up can actually make you miss them.. i don't know why.

these 3 are siblings - can you tell? the littlest (with his cheek squashed) is a charmer, shy but really playful and naughty. the little girl in pink looks just like a doll and she likes sticking to me. she's real heavy tho, i barely could lift her up now. the bespectacled one is the big brother - he's really understanding and mature for his age, always caring for his younger siblings. respect.

darn. blur and dark. but the best shot. the tallest one is the brother of the white-shirt girl. the oldest one, next to my sis and myself. all i can say about him is that he likes jay chou and he's quiet. tho we know too, that he likes being in our company. pretty corny at times.

my family.. whom i love and i know, they love me too.

i think i almost don't blog on saturdays

cos i'm usually always out after my work.

but i am here right now, just woken up from an afternoon nap on a somewhat rainy saturday afternoon. feeling a little stoned.

it's my sis's 21st birthday today. gonna have some celebration over a dinner with my extended family. it seems so long ago that i last celebrated my 21st birthday. but it was actually just last year that i did.. time sure sped by once you're over 21. they always say that.

recently, i get very disillusioned with my life. like, what am i exactly doing? days are going by so quickly, and the days of my life just slipped past very much without my notice. i hardly ever get to see and feel the sun shine down on me anymore. i get frustrated, i feel cooped up like a caged bird. i feel pent up. doesn't help when the work gets unbearably hectic. argh. i hope this is just a phase. maybe it's pms. damn it.

news these days are getting more shocking. just yesterday, a woman's severed head, with long hair, and limbs were found in a sports bag near orchard mrt station. orchard mrt station. what a place to dispose of a body. i wonder what was the rationale (if there was one at all) to dispose a body as such in a bustling place like orchard road. if it was to cause alarm, yes the murderer succeeded. but it's also cos that he/she managed to pull it off at a place like orchard road, it was all the more creepy and skin crawling. it's like.. he/she intended to mock or challenge the authorities. my gawd. i hope it's not a psychotic going around on a killing frenzy, and placing dismembered bodies all around singapore. i wonder.. if it's some sorta linked to terrorism. being so close to sept 11 and all. but yah, of course, nothing is to be concluded.

o man.. imagine being the person who opened the bag to discover that it's a human head. a woman's head with long hair.

i'm now reading a book. stephen king's book. i used to be quite a fan of his, until i decided for more explicit horror and thrill. anyway, i'm reading "the girl who loved tom gordon". it's creepy. it's mainly about a girl who got lost in the woods. and.. ya.. that's it. but reading it makes me feel really alone and freaked out like the little girl. i haven't read for such a loooong time..

hm.. i felt like going back to it now. before i get to the dinner later.

Katrina

well, why are we all working?

look at katrina.

we're slogging our asses off. but we could be dead the next moment. why don't we put our living time in our hands into better use than staying in a freaking freezer 9-10 hours a day?

so what i've money in my account? i might not be able to live to the day to spend it!

Resurrection

since 19th august? that's about 2 weeks?

where did i go to?

nowhere actually. just no freaking computer for me to do any blogging. i mean, yeah, i use the computer at work EVERYDAY, but it's in freaking DOS mode. black and white EVERYDAY. and the pc at home is always hogged. not like i can blog at work anyway.

so many things have happened within these 2 weeks. man, i don't know where to start.

i signed up for classes at YMCA. fitness classes. it's like some sorta package thing.. and there are limitless classes that i can go for. decided to go for it cos they got pilates and it's supposedly to be good for my creaky back. want to go back to archery and to do so.. i gotta do something about my back.

i almost died in the first lesson. how in the world do i know BODYPUMP involves weights and bars. a torturous one hour of struggling with damn weights. oh, the lightest ones.

man, how unfit i am right now.

the subsequent lesson after bodypump was pilates. and it's supposed to be 'manageable'. like, stretching and working on your back muscles. how difficult can that be right? ya right. anything after that damn bodypump IS like bodypump second round. struggle struggle.

i woke up the next day like a big fat brick. i'm aching everywhere and in places that i never knew had muscles. and i was contemplating whether i should go for that day's lessons. afterall, they're slow and stretching classes; they can help alleviate my pain.

the next day, i woke up a bigger and fatter brick.

anyway. at work, someone quitted at my department. very good. that leaves, what? only 4 of us to struggle (yes, struggle again) with e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. picking up calls, serving clients, preparation of documents, lodging information to the authorities, updating databases.. and how great. one of the 4 remaining is going off in 2 months for her maternity leave. woo! that leaves me, what? one of the most experienced person in that department. when i'm only barely into this for 4 freaking months?

i'm flipping through classifieds again.

damn it.

but recession is going to set in again, i heard. difficult to get jobs. at least i won't want to risk being jobless. to slog is better to idle.. isn't it? sometimes i don't feel that way. but ya, at least i'm getting that little peanuts into my account.

and then.. there's this big hoo-ha thing about service in singapore. that got the boss going on and on and on and on and on......... about our service standards. HELLO? we'll provide service, IF we got the freaking time in our hands!!! you pushed us this far, we get impatient at every little damn thing. listen to someone complain when we've another irritated person (and getting more irritated at each passing second) in line to complain? oh, we all smile to clients, very good. but we smile fakely? huh? now you're telling us to smile genuinely. ooooh... i'm so happy, it's the start of the month, and wow, it's also the start of the week, and there are countless clients streaming in! come in come in!! i'm so happy!

don't the employers in singapore understand, that in order for service standards in singapore to be good, they have to treat us good!? only then we can be happy to do our work! what are the frekaing conditions at work in singapore? is there welfare? if welfare comes in the form of having meetings every other day and providing us meals, no thank you, i rather have time on my own.

they say singaporeans are not humble enough. and employers blame their employees. come on, bosses in singapore, please wake up. not all singaporeans are proud and unapproachable. in the first place, who are the people you are approaching only? the people who are trying to get your attention, you don't bother, but you haggle after those who are really 'up there'.

and employ foreign workers, for plushy cushioned positions and also for the labourious and menial work. yes, maybe singaporeans pick their jobs, and they don't fancy sweeping the streets of singapore, or sitting outside toilets facing the stench wafting out from their left and right every other day. do, in the first place, do singapore employers have faith in the people from their own country to help them in their business?

it's singaporeans' mentality that anything foreign is good. either cheap labour, or that they're superior. how do you serve people well who looked down on you because you're serving them?

ah.. ahhhh..

choo.

have been feeling a little under the weather actually. didn't help that the office these days have been like a freezer. i feel quite pathetic.

yesterday was a bad day. i see red in the morning, i was late for work (altho the boss was later), suddenly hit by a flu bug, feeling queasy and uncomfortable at my tummy, splashed soap at myself, changed out of my bloody red jacket and pricked and cut myself with a stupid safety pin. how in the world do you cut yourself with a safety pin? or splash yourself with the viscous soap?..

well, today i still felt under the weather, and had a good mind to take a half day leave. but er, some people from the other department were a step before me. and the boss weren't happy that people are taking leave like that, and he even rejected an application for a leave for next month cos she took leave next week. well, ok, understandable, she's the head of that department, and that department has the tendency to take leave every week. to have everyone working on a day is like some families gathering for a Chinese New Year reunion dinner. that's how bad is the attendance i heard about the other department. so, in any case, i didn't take it.. cos well, i managed.

hectic day.

colleagues and i were talking about the superstar show today. i don't deny that my mouth was agape when the male champ was announced. well, of course i feel happy for him, and felt that he deserved to win. but; i thought, in sing-song wise, he's the champ, no doubt, but a superstar?

well, ya, there is stevie wonder and, who? bocelli? but i hardly think they're superstars or idols that young teenagers go gaga over. they have angelic voices (stevie wonder? er..), and that is prolly to make up for what they're lacking of..

i think the other thought he would almost definitely win. he's my colleague's good friend. so we were all digging up rumours and stuffs about him from her.

i think.. prolly the champ wouldn't have won if the judges have been so bent on putting him down. the audience and viewers can hear and see for themselves! this guy has given his best, and has known it, but, they still obviously try to bring him down. it pained me seeing him trying to smile feebly and vaguely at the judges' comments, when he thought he deserved much better than the rundowns they were giving him.

boy, i love his cover of 'Heaven Knows' by rick price. it was most touching when i saw the thought bubbles with numbers popping up above his head as he was singing his last song and desperately counting his steps, and not knowing where the cameras were or where to face.

but anyway, i think both will still land a singing contract.

same for the girls. obviously, the girl champ didn't do as well as the one who got kicked out. but she's pretty and all tho.. someone that teenagers can go gaga over. so, she's the champ.

o well.. an all rounder - someone who can prance, look pretty and work the crowds, or, a person who's really a singer..

did i mention 'hamster'?

oops, it's gone. it has staged an escape. and succeeded.

the first time it did, it was 'caught'. we were all sleeping. and my sister sleeping on the upper deck heard pattering just around her. and she woke up to find it behind her. being the 7th month, she was scared that 'something' lifted it out of the tank.

now we know. cos the 2nd time, it succeeded escaping. yes, at night while we were all sleeping.

that clever thing.

it was really desperate to get out actually. it was so fixated on getting out, it kinda pained me to see it struggle for the only opening. at the top. it was stretching with all its might to reach the top, it got quite long. ah haha.

anyway, it's gone. not a trace. my parents just hoped that it won't die within our house premises or else it'll stink. still remember the 'mickey mouse' blog i put up? ya, same theory.

and JX was telling me that his own dwarf hamster also staged an escape too. all like 'pinky and the brain' huh.

his hamster was funny. his was kept in a cage and the cage opening was in the middle of the top. and the door was left opened one day.. and to get to the opening..... the hamster did monkey bars. it succeeded! it was found finding its way around on the floor. and then put back.

poor things.

but JX said that at least his hamsters don't struggle like a looney from your hands and don't jump at the opening at every other moments.

o well. bye daisy. hope you have a good life out there. hope you stuffed enough food into your mouth to sustain your entire life. o yah, it's called 'daisy' cos it's a cow name. (quoted by my sister)

daisy: looking out into the sky.

to the dentist to the dentist

blogging so late, cos i need not sleep that early. cos i got half day leave tomorrow! cos i'm going to the dentist.

anyway, the national day holiday was great! i was so happy. i finally went to the beach with my boy and we cycled. and the day was beautiful. sunny, windy. clear blue sky. even though it didn't look too good earlier. nothing too 'national' though - apart from seeing red everywhere i go, that's about it. i didn't even catch the fireworks. was bathing. but the day was just plain good. i got a little burnt, and i almost forgot.. how it is like to be out in the sun and be burnt...

and we cycled to ...changi. and the road is so broad, and there's just us, and there are towering trees.. and the sun is beating down on us.. it doesn't even look singapore.

not really a thing to say when it was national day huh.

not many days like that left for me in my life, i think..

happy birthday singapore!

okay, i'm not really that patriotic or whatsoever. but at least, i've got a holiday! it has been eons since i last sang the national anthem, and i actually missed it. cos that national anthem kinda symbolises my childhood days, when i sang, or rather, murmur half-heartedly every other day.

there was once that the whole school was really singing the national anthem with pride, and it actually feels good. like we're all proud to be singaporeans. but i forgot what was the reason that we were blaring out.

anyway.. happy national day!

back to the topic. are we that proud to be singaporeans? if we are, then we should be embracing our own local products, locals instead of foreign workers, learn singlish instead of emphasizing on british english, promote local art and culture instead of bringing in other nations' ones, promote local artistes and shows, instead of foreign ones!

well, singapore is still young.

till singapore reach that stage, i'll prolly be really old.. or long gone.

chocolate river

a very tantalising blog title right. makes me think about the chocolate buffet. only that i haven't been to it before, and can only imagine. but i'm sure, it will live up to my imagination.......

milo dinosaur suffices my chocolate cravings for the time being. a very cheap substitute - as compared to that buffet. prolly 40 times cheaper.

those who have watched charlie & the chocolate factory, don't tell me already. everyone who watched it told me about the chocolate river. my colleague, who is a self-proclaimed chocoholic, said she went to watch the show for that chocolate river only. i myself haven't watched it, and people have been telling me the show's good.

and my cousin last night was chanting "willy wonka, willy wonka..." beside my ear throughout dinner. in an attempt to sing the 'willy wonka' song.

they told me about the cute squirrels too.

speaking of squirrels, my sister just recently brought a hamster back. that little furball is named 'Cow' because she has the colours of a.. yes, cow. patches of brown on white. she is always attempting to escape. and it actually pains me, to see her trying so hard. and she has super long teeth. made me bled one time cos she bit me as i was having my breakfast blearily. that woke me up.

a picture of it? nah.

i like cats. did i mention that before? fat cats.

i like dogs too, but with short legs, and preferably big floppy ears. and preferably coffee brown, with black eyes and nose, and paws. and a healthy pink tongue.

JX and i said we're going to have a dog and a cat in the future. Ass will prolly think twice about coming to visit me then. ah haha. Kay loves dogs, but again, she hates cats cos she thinks that they're evil. so...

wouldn't it be like odie and garfield. ah haha... only that the owners are not dorks.

Mayday Mayday

the most experienced colleague was on leave today. and yah, everything was a little chaotic.

i was going nuts. but yah, i think i'm getting the hang of things. crazy Em on the ball. move away!

"do you want my namecard? here it is.." (don't call me)

"yes. yes. okay. hm. no problem. hm. bye bye!" (get over it already.)

"ring... ring..." (damn it! stop ringing you bloody stupid phone!!)

"yes. yes, i understand your plight right now. but i'm sorry, we can't do anything about it." (no, i'm not sorry, and it's your own damn problem. and yes, i didn't understand nor want to too. since it's your own shit.)

"no, there's no discount. it's a pricelist fixed by my boss. i can't do anything about it, sorry.." (NO, i'm not sorry. you set up a company, and you don't think other people are trying to rip a profit in their own businesses too except for yourself. what a dimwit. CHEAPSKATE!)

"ah ha. ah haa? hm.. yes. okaaay. hm." (zzzzzzzz....)

"jenny? okay, hang on please." (phew, not for me. )

"ha ha ha" (you bunch of dumb dumbs. that wasn't a feeble attempt to flirt was that? tiko peks.)

life is tough. hai..

my family

put some faces to my 'mom' and 'dad'.

who do i look like more?

i think i remember my mom saying that i was picked up from the rubbish bin.

both of them don't want me to look like either of them.

o well.

those were taken durin the convo night. not really updated huh. and i'm still unsure how this cam thing works. what a chore..