it's the last day of 2005.
and there's an irritating echo-y crooning of hokkien songs coming from the market near my home. argh. not loud enough to get me all ruffled, but i never liked the yodelling anyway. shut up already. i really wonder how the non-chinese can stand these ge-tais.
why isn't it raining so that the countdown parties will be ruined? yes, i think that ge-tai is supposedly to be a countdown 'party'.
o yes, i'm the grinch to new year too.
went to planet fitness with Ass earlier in the evening yesterday. and it was... so huge. kinda cheap, come to think about it, 40 a month, gym and classes included. but to fork out 1000 straight for 2 years? i wonder if there's instalments to their payments.
then went over to Ass's place to stayover along with Kay. we're getting old - sleeping earlier and waking up later now. we didn't even do much at her place but to get supper at chomp chomp. which is.. pretty nice and smoky. back at her place, we discussed about tabloids: which celebrities' boobs belonged into their categories as stated in 8Days - which are fake and real, an ugly baby given birth by a local celebrity couple, the hottest blogger on FHM who doesn't look too hot anymore cos somehow her looks have changed... (again?) and about her denying her surgeries. who's just pretty, and who's beautiful but not pretty. i still think that angelina jolie is beautiful even tho' Ass hates to admit it. natalie portman is too. hm, does milla jovovich count too? i think gong li can prolly be quite beautiful. zhang ziyi, is more pretty than beautiful tho.
ooo, i'm so bored!!! napped through the evening after trying to read a book. had dinner with family and was a little put off by my dad's hyperactive and loud antics cos he was a little tipsy. he was a little repetitive too.
i'm so bored.. *sniffle*
o yah, and it's Ass's lunar birthday today. and she gotta eat some eggs under a tree today. i picture that to be pretty comical. happy chinese birthday Ass~
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Saturday, December 24, 2005
MERRY CHRISTMAS!! (...eve...)
met with Kay & Ass yesterday finally. after so long. everything is pretty much the same. we fixed a much earlier meeting time and a different meeting place, but to end up meeting much later and at another place. this time, at Ass's house.
it's a taboo to meet early.
the gift exchange was... dunno what to say. i was whining more than saying anything else. one mango, one mint. mint for eating if alright, and for shampoos and scrubs and tea and everything else. but that, it smells like medicated oil. hm, like something that i could use when i'm really old and dry. WAHAHAHA.
but too bad that expires within 3 months now.
Kay says she's going to buy me more stuffs when she's over at Hong Kong. i've put down that in black and white here Kay! hiak.
it's quite funny la. and maybe i'm just a stick-in-the-mud, or prude as Ass called me. and... i don't know where to hide it.
and what are the plans for next friday? are we going clubbing? or what did Kay say about partying in a big group?
Thursday, December 22, 2005
King Kong
watched King Kong today with JX. it was a long good show. afterall, it's a classic. or, prolly cos i hadn't been to the movies for the longest of time.. and i was like a kid being brought to the movies the first time by my parents all over again.
i was impressed that they managed to inject so much expressions onto the gigantic ape's face. and made viewers feel so much for Kong. hell, they made him pout after throwing a kid's tantrums? anger, sadness, betrayal, loneliness, and even a tinge of fear at the back. ok, maybe i haven't been watching movies too much for a long time. and i've lost touch with what they could do with technology nowadays.
but somehow, seeing a minature oversized ape thumping his chest at the top of a skyscraper that looked like a toy from the pilot's far off view made me sad. it's the intervention of Man that its life changed, and it's cos of Man that it felt threatened, and it's cos of Man, that it was driven to its death. seek it out cos it's mythical, it's strange, it's different. and then because of the very same reasons, we find it dangerous. and so we kill it. for our own survival. if only we had left it alone. and i'm not just talking about King Kongs. damn humans.
p.s.: marina square is a humongous maze now!
i was impressed that they managed to inject so much expressions onto the gigantic ape's face. and made viewers feel so much for Kong. hell, they made him pout after throwing a kid's tantrums? anger, sadness, betrayal, loneliness, and even a tinge of fear at the back. ok, maybe i haven't been watching movies too much for a long time. and i've lost touch with what they could do with technology nowadays.
but somehow, seeing a minature oversized ape thumping his chest at the top of a skyscraper that looked like a toy from the pilot's far off view made me sad. it's the intervention of Man that its life changed, and it's cos of Man that it felt threatened, and it's cos of Man, that it was driven to its death. seek it out cos it's mythical, it's strange, it's different. and then because of the very same reasons, we find it dangerous. and so we kill it. for our own survival. if only we had left it alone. and i'm not just talking about King Kongs. damn humans.
p.s.: marina square is a humongous maze now!
Monday, December 19, 2005
there was a JC class gathering last friday, and it was nice meeting some of my friends that i haven't been seeing for a really long time. it's like, you wouldn't realise that you're missing them until you've seen them, which is rather weird. conversations were flying about and across each other at the table. and it was, kinda heartwarming, catching up. the looks on all of my friends' faces when they know that i'm engaged, were classic. kinda funny actually. and my reaction could be pretty comical too, blushing and laughing and taking in everyone's gaping looks.
and at the end of it all, they got to see my fiance when he picked me up. a tad awkward, and JX was feeling odder i guess. cos a friend wanted to take pictures of just the both of us while the others looked on.
missed ying and WJ. gotta catch up!
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slept pretty a lot during the weekend. and today, i woke up to try to answer a phone call only to knock my senses out with the top bunk of my double-bunk bed. went back to concussion. after a few minutes, i woke up groggily and went about the whole day with a bump on my already-full-of-dents-head.
watched Legally Blonde tonight. made me miss Kay and Ass. it's a silly bimbotic chick flick, but it's the sisterhood thingy i guess? we even caught the sequel to this show. i believe, in a weird way, there is an Elle Woods in every girl on earth.
"Beeeennnd.... and SNAP!"
*shudder*
hahahahaha!!
and at the end of it all, they got to see my fiance when he picked me up. a tad awkward, and JX was feeling odder i guess. cos a friend wanted to take pictures of just the both of us while the others looked on.
missed ying and WJ. gotta catch up!
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slept pretty a lot during the weekend. and today, i woke up to try to answer a phone call only to knock my senses out with the top bunk of my double-bunk bed. went back to concussion. after a few minutes, i woke up groggily and went about the whole day with a bump on my already-full-of-dents-head.
watched Legally Blonde tonight. made me miss Kay and Ass. it's a silly bimbotic chick flick, but it's the sisterhood thingy i guess? we even caught the sequel to this show. i believe, in a weird way, there is an Elle Woods in every girl on earth.
"Beeeennnd.... and SNAP!"
*shudder*
hahahahaha!!
Friday, December 16, 2005
christmas is like, about a week away. and i am hardly in the mood. i mean, i don't look forward to it or whatsoever. so what if it's here, and so what if it's gone? hardly matters.
o no, is it my turn to be the grinch this year?
here i am, at home, finally had my time on the home pc. and... nothing to do. nothing particularly to blog about. how about wrapping up this year for myself?
a little early, but i won't have time later. too busy welcoming 2006, and all the wars and bombs and natural disasters that come along with it.
this year, i would say, isn't really that a fabulous year for me? gotta break out of my schooling rut and earning pennies to get by. family problems, miscommunications here and there, feeling worthless. oh, i guess that's why they have so much of the depression adverts running on TV and put up at bus stops. it's when you review how you've spent your year, and realized, you've nothing much done and you'd wasted a year away. festive seasons make one more depressed if they're alone, or cashless, or both. so they commit suicide. it's true. i think i read it somewhere.
ok back to my 2005. i finally graduated after many many years. but to find myself as lost as the first day i went to kindergarten. transition sucks. more appropriately said, growing up sucks. good jobs aren't easy to come by. or to spot. or available. seriously, i doubt i've spent good time working on my resume since i'd graduated. this is bad.
tho' the natural disasters all over the world has not impacted on my personally in any way, it feels sad that the world is like falling apart, or... not. any place hardly feels safe anymore. places bombed into smoke, places that are washed away by rain and waves. i'll just stay home in my room and wait for the wave to take me away on my bed. actually if the waves can reach 13th stories high, Singapore is very much gone.
and my health was not really that great. plus my back always felt like it's breaking. for this year, i hardly touch my bow. and i forget how it is like to be in archery. is/was it a passion, that i'm forgetting? but i don't like it.. that my bow is collecting dust on my table. i resolve, that i'm returning to it!!
my uncle got posted to Shanghai for his job, and he brought the whole family along with him. and gatherings each week now, are quieter without the 3 littlest cousins. i miss them and i feel sad that we are all missing out a big part of their growing up processes.
and cos i'm working, or was, since i'm jobless now, JX and i had issues to work out with. getting used to each other schedules, trying to understand each other. wasn't easy. makes me wish even more that i'm still schooling and lesser responsibilities. same with K and S, S is always busy now, and K is also busy with her projects. it's much difficult to plan to meet, and we meet much lesser. and friends whom i was closer to in Uni, we didn't really keep in contact, as much to feel comfortable. until prolly recently. somehow, i feel more alone, this year.
good things happen too. my sis and i resolved certain issues, she mellowed... a little. it has been a lousy year for her too, and she has opened up more to me. and me to her. don't know how and since when, we had drifted. and of course, i was happily engaged to JX this year in July. (and with regards to the engagement treats, it'll have to be next year, K&S! tight on cash.) and there was the bali trip i went with K and S around in mid-year. i had fun, but not particularly the same kinda fun like the Clubmed Bintan. prolly it's the international buffet at clubmed that made me think it's way better. but anyways, lucky we visited it then, before the bombing again later this year.
arh.. it gets more depressing, after all these. there are like more negative things than positive things. did someone say that 2006 is going to be worse?
o no, is it my turn to be the grinch this year?
here i am, at home, finally had my time on the home pc. and... nothing to do. nothing particularly to blog about. how about wrapping up this year for myself?
a little early, but i won't have time later. too busy welcoming 2006, and all the wars and bombs and natural disasters that come along with it.
this year, i would say, isn't really that a fabulous year for me? gotta break out of my schooling rut and earning pennies to get by. family problems, miscommunications here and there, feeling worthless. oh, i guess that's why they have so much of the depression adverts running on TV and put up at bus stops. it's when you review how you've spent your year, and realized, you've nothing much done and you'd wasted a year away. festive seasons make one more depressed if they're alone, or cashless, or both. so they commit suicide. it's true. i think i read it somewhere.
ok back to my 2005. i finally graduated after many many years. but to find myself as lost as the first day i went to kindergarten. transition sucks. more appropriately said, growing up sucks. good jobs aren't easy to come by. or to spot. or available. seriously, i doubt i've spent good time working on my resume since i'd graduated. this is bad.
tho' the natural disasters all over the world has not impacted on my personally in any way, it feels sad that the world is like falling apart, or... not. any place hardly feels safe anymore. places bombed into smoke, places that are washed away by rain and waves. i'll just stay home in my room and wait for the wave to take me away on my bed. actually if the waves can reach 13th stories high, Singapore is very much gone.
and my health was not really that great. plus my back always felt like it's breaking. for this year, i hardly touch my bow. and i forget how it is like to be in archery. is/was it a passion, that i'm forgetting? but i don't like it.. that my bow is collecting dust on my table. i resolve, that i'm returning to it!!
my uncle got posted to Shanghai for his job, and he brought the whole family along with him. and gatherings each week now, are quieter without the 3 littlest cousins. i miss them and i feel sad that we are all missing out a big part of their growing up processes.
and cos i'm working, or was, since i'm jobless now, JX and i had issues to work out with. getting used to each other schedules, trying to understand each other. wasn't easy. makes me wish even more that i'm still schooling and lesser responsibilities. same with K and S, S is always busy now, and K is also busy with her projects. it's much difficult to plan to meet, and we meet much lesser. and friends whom i was closer to in Uni, we didn't really keep in contact, as much to feel comfortable. until prolly recently. somehow, i feel more alone, this year.
good things happen too. my sis and i resolved certain issues, she mellowed... a little. it has been a lousy year for her too, and she has opened up more to me. and me to her. don't know how and since when, we had drifted. and of course, i was happily engaged to JX this year in July. (and with regards to the engagement treats, it'll have to be next year, K&S! tight on cash.) and there was the bali trip i went with K and S around in mid-year. i had fun, but not particularly the same kinda fun like the Clubmed Bintan. prolly it's the international buffet at clubmed that made me think it's way better. but anyways, lucky we visited it then, before the bombing again later this year.
arh.. it gets more depressing, after all these. there are like more negative things than positive things. did someone say that 2006 is going to be worse?
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
BEAUTIFUL day today, isn't it? the sky is bright and cloudy, the trees are swaying, birds are chirping. they're all celebrating my LAST day at work here with me!
hm. i don't know if that is actually good or bad. after all, i'm paid to surf the net and play games.
the only setback is the struggle to pull myself up from my bed, which gets really quite sticky at 6 in the freaking morning. and 3 in the afternoon, when the struggle to keep awake is inevitable. yes, even at playing games or surfing porn.
ha ha ha.
finally i can sleep in tomorrow.
YEHHH!!
hm. i don't know if that is actually good or bad. after all, i'm paid to surf the net and play games.
the only setback is the struggle to pull myself up from my bed, which gets really quite sticky at 6 in the freaking morning. and 3 in the afternoon, when the struggle to keep awake is inevitable. yes, even at playing games or surfing porn.
ha ha ha.
finally i can sleep in tomorrow.
YEHHH!!
Monday, December 05, 2005
was packing my wardrobe with my sis, throwing out dated clothes and stuffs that are forgotten and not to be seen in public.
i can't believe that i actually wore those.
- baggy 3/4s that look like two skirts stitched together.
- awful looking coloured shirts like purple and green, that my friends made fun of before and subsequently even had a bird plummet its shit on the ugly shirt, making my crazy friend doubled up even more saying that even a bird can't stand it.
- baggy long sleeves shirt that makes me look like a blob of formless thing. and a long sleeves shirt in the design of a cell inmate's uniform. black and white horizontal stripes.
- tops so small that they looked odd still sitting in our wardrobe with the other grownup clothes. shouldn't they be gone like a decade ago.. when we're significantly half our size. i don't remember either me or my sis being rake-thin recently.
- tops so short that it's like we had our belly buttons right beneath our boobies.
- shorts that looked like used garbage bags (even though it's for sleeping...)
what a dork i was. i don't deny that i have fashion disasters now and then, (but not much since i'm always wearing the same stuffs now) but what i was thinking then???
i can't believe that i actually wore those.
- baggy 3/4s that look like two skirts stitched together.
- awful looking coloured shirts like purple and green, that my friends made fun of before and subsequently even had a bird plummet its shit on the ugly shirt, making my crazy friend doubled up even more saying that even a bird can't stand it.
- baggy long sleeves shirt that makes me look like a blob of formless thing. and a long sleeves shirt in the design of a cell inmate's uniform. black and white horizontal stripes.
- tops so small that they looked odd still sitting in our wardrobe with the other grownup clothes. shouldn't they be gone like a decade ago.. when we're significantly half our size. i don't remember either me or my sis being rake-thin recently.
- tops so short that it's like we had our belly buttons right beneath our boobies.
- shorts that looked like used garbage bags (even though it's for sleeping...)
what a dork i was. i don't deny that i have fashion disasters now and then, (but not much since i'm always wearing the same stuffs now) but what i was thinking then???
WTF..
<<http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=N2hwwsvxi6I&search=coin%20dexterity%20tricks>>
Kay and Ass, isn't that the bus stop we normally would meet if we all had bus concessions!
<<http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=N2hwwsvxi6I&search=coin%20dexterity%20tricks>>
Kay and Ass, isn't that the bus stop we normally would meet if we all had bus concessions!
as usual, i'm struggling to keep awake. why does it have to rain on a MONDAY morning!?
and when it's so warm last night! ..darn it, it's only freaking 9AM.
i fell like a big potato for the first time in years on a fateful friday night, when my mom decided to mop the floor. the neighbours downstairs must have thought that their ceiling was crashing down on them. funny thing is, i was wearing shoes. in the mind to season them as well as to avoid getting cold clammy toes from the wet floor. a yelp, and i ended up with a ugly bruise on my knee when i flew up and landed sideways. stunned like a fish suddenly out of the water. and started wriggling like one on the damp floor.
at least i fell down at home with that lousy pair of shoes that grip at water. if i fell down in public on a rainy day like that, i think i'll stick my face in a nearby puddle and pretend to drown.
on bigger matters. melvyn-the-pianist-who-evaded-NS, had backed out of a sold out concert in esplanade?! that's the darndest stupid thing. if he has the slightest gratitude for Singapore who had just let him off with a 3K fine instead of throwing him into a cell, he should set aside his own personal feelings of what ugly things others are saying about him and carry on with his concert and judging some whatnot piano competition. that is the only thing he can do now to contribute to Singapore, being an accomplished pianist and all. and that is prolly the only thing, he could redeem himself! not that bloody 3K he forked out for that stupid fine.
but no, again, he took the easy way out. evade evade evade. what an utter disappointment.
and anyway, i always thought that imprisoning such people who evade NS with an intention is effective. what, if boys who have big shots as parents or parents who dote on their sons so much so that they rather pay than to have their sons crawl around in mud, they need to just pay a relatively meagre 3K fine to Singapore and that's it? if i'm a guy, and i've the intention to contribute to Singapore in another way than NS, i can evade it first? if everyone thinks that way, i doubt Singapore has anyone to defend the country.
and maybe even, he was not thinking that he will contribute to Singapore by being an accomplished pianist. or bringing Singapore into the classical piano music world. if it's anything at all, it could be just all about himself. achievements, and glory for himself. only that his identity of being a Singaporean just happens to come into place. and so Singapore happens to be mentioned. not like Singapore has cultivated his talents nor made him who he was. he just happened to be born here in Singapore.
a child does not ask to be born to his parents, but he has responsibilities to take care of them when he grows up and become strong. likewise, we do not ask to be Singaporeans, but we all have responsibilities towards our own country. it just isn't fair that people who are not fit enough, or believe that they are women entrapped in men's bodies, are still serving time in NS. they didn't want to, but at least they did or know that they need to. they are courageous to face their resposibilities.
i despise this man. melvyn tan.
and when it's so warm last night! ..darn it, it's only freaking 9AM.
i fell like a big potato for the first time in years on a fateful friday night, when my mom decided to mop the floor. the neighbours downstairs must have thought that their ceiling was crashing down on them. funny thing is, i was wearing shoes. in the mind to season them as well as to avoid getting cold clammy toes from the wet floor. a yelp, and i ended up with a ugly bruise on my knee when i flew up and landed sideways. stunned like a fish suddenly out of the water. and started wriggling like one on the damp floor.
at least i fell down at home with that lousy pair of shoes that grip at water. if i fell down in public on a rainy day like that, i think i'll stick my face in a nearby puddle and pretend to drown.
on bigger matters. melvyn-the-pianist-who-evaded-NS, had backed out of a sold out concert in esplanade?! that's the darndest stupid thing. if he has the slightest gratitude for Singapore who had just let him off with a 3K fine instead of throwing him into a cell, he should set aside his own personal feelings of what ugly things others are saying about him and carry on with his concert and judging some whatnot piano competition. that is the only thing he can do now to contribute to Singapore, being an accomplished pianist and all. and that is prolly the only thing, he could redeem himself! not that bloody 3K he forked out for that stupid fine.
but no, again, he took the easy way out. evade evade evade. what an utter disappointment.
and anyway, i always thought that imprisoning such people who evade NS with an intention is effective. what, if boys who have big shots as parents or parents who dote on their sons so much so that they rather pay than to have their sons crawl around in mud, they need to just pay a relatively meagre 3K fine to Singapore and that's it? if i'm a guy, and i've the intention to contribute to Singapore in another way than NS, i can evade it first? if everyone thinks that way, i doubt Singapore has anyone to defend the country.
and maybe even, he was not thinking that he will contribute to Singapore by being an accomplished pianist. or bringing Singapore into the classical piano music world. if it's anything at all, it could be just all about himself. achievements, and glory for himself. only that his identity of being a Singaporean just happens to come into place. and so Singapore happens to be mentioned. not like Singapore has cultivated his talents nor made him who he was. he just happened to be born here in Singapore.
a child does not ask to be born to his parents, but he has responsibilities to take care of them when he grows up and become strong. likewise, we do not ask to be Singaporeans, but we all have responsibilities towards our own country. it just isn't fair that people who are not fit enough, or believe that they are women entrapped in men's bodies, are still serving time in NS. they didn't want to, but at least they did or know that they need to. they are courageous to face their resposibilities.
i despise this man. melvyn tan.
Friday, December 02, 2005
i was so frigging busy yesterday. trying to keep awake and play games. i was even like a SEA Games fanatic - kept on refreshing the results page to see if they had uploaded the archery results.
basically, i was paid to do nothing. absolutely nothing. which is supposedly to be good. cos if i'm at home jobless, that's prolly what i would be doing too.
but oh, the struggle to keep awake.
it's like i was paid to keep awake.
ok, today's friday!! and my free pay is going to end on tuesday. i don't know if they're going to extend my stay, but i doubt not. why would they want to extend my stay for keeping awake. if they'd any job they would shove it to my face already.
never knew i could know so much about hollywood's gossips and entertainment news.
ah.. i'll just go play yahoo games.. again.
basically, i was paid to do nothing. absolutely nothing. which is supposedly to be good. cos if i'm at home jobless, that's prolly what i would be doing too.
but oh, the struggle to keep awake.
it's like i was paid to keep awake.
ok, today's friday!! and my free pay is going to end on tuesday. i don't know if they're going to extend my stay, but i doubt not. why would they want to extend my stay for keeping awake. if they'd any job they would shove it to my face already.
never knew i could know so much about hollywood's gossips and entertainment news.
ah.. i'll just go play yahoo games.. again.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
overslept. like big time.
did the alarms on my hp ring? i can't remember. if that's the case, i actually slept thru' 3 siren-like alarms.
had red bull the day before, and i hardly could sleep later in the night because i was too hyper even nearing 1AM when i drank it in the late afternoon. it's a vicious cycle. and then yesterday, i would have to get the red bull again, because i didn't sleep well because of the red bull the day before.
but only that yesterday's one was BLUE BULL. .........whaaaaaa...??
and anyways, instead of perking me up, the blue bull lulled me to a state even worse before i drank it. dozing off while i was typing, nonsense!
well, my sister reasoned, the opposite of red is blue.. so the blue bull's effect will be the opposite of the red. (-_-")
i would just say INFERIOR fake goods!!
hm, looks like i might need another today.
did the alarms on my hp ring? i can't remember. if that's the case, i actually slept thru' 3 siren-like alarms.
had red bull the day before, and i hardly could sleep later in the night because i was too hyper even nearing 1AM when i drank it in the late afternoon. it's a vicious cycle. and then yesterday, i would have to get the red bull again, because i didn't sleep well because of the red bull the day before.
but only that yesterday's one was BLUE BULL. .........whaaaaaa...??
and anyways, instead of perking me up, the blue bull lulled me to a state even worse before i drank it. dozing off while i was typing, nonsense!
well, my sister reasoned, the opposite of red is blue.. so the blue bull's effect will be the opposite of the red. (-_-")
i would just say INFERIOR fake goods!!
hm, looks like i might need another today.
Monday, November 28, 2005
...back at work... again...
zzz..
if i don't go and work, i will be worrying about not having any money to spend. but when i go to work, i complain about being tired and bored and lethargic and everything else.
life is such a bother.
yeeeh.. my colleagues from the same cubicle have all gone for meeting, and i'm left alone with nothing to do, cos i'm too quick! muahahahahaha...
oh dear, am i going to be retrenched soon because they don't have anything else for me to do?
ah, might as well.
anyway, i was telling my family about the perv on the mrt yesterday. and they were tooting and disgusted at such obvious blatant behaviour of that pervert. i asked my dad what would he have done if it was him who encountered this perv. him not being peeped of course, but seeing his wife being peeped at. he said he would have done the same. and then i asked, what if you see a sleeping woman whom you don't know at all, being peeped at? he said matter-of-factly that he would not do anything, after a pause. he and everyone who witnesses it, will prolly just mentally label the perv a crass bastard. i frowned at that and carried on with my dinner. of course i do know that people mind their own business most of the times, but that's like obviously wrong...? labelling a person mentally does not really change anything. it's tantamount to seeing a woman being molested but not doing anything about it. then i said, what if that perv not being stopped, went on to stalk that woman after they both got down the mrt, and followed her to a quieter place before molesting or raping her? just because initially, the people who witness that perv peeping lustily at her did not stop him?
then my dad said, then that's something that he could not help. yah, that's true.. and scary because a mini gesture or thing that you do or not do, can actually change the outcome of the future.
my dad said something about covering up myself more. but it's not what the girls wear really, is it? i didn't quite like it when he said that cos there was a hint that it's MY fault for being peeped at. i was wearing just a sleeveless top for god's sake (look at the family picture at prev post). ok, the neck hole was a tad big and while i was sleeping, it had folded a little over. i am not the demure kinda girl and i admit that i am not mindful of myself at times, so my actions are big and sometimes i showed more than i was ever aware of. but i don't call for people to look into my shirt! i don't even wear sexy stuffs. being dressed like a talibanese woman does not necessary mean that your modesty is safe. from what i do know, some countries who have their women dress more conservatively than in singapore, have higher rape rates. and why is that so? the empowerment of the males over the females - basically, the social and power differences between the two genders. and that is also the reason why that women are dressed in such a ridiculous way that their only tanlines on their bodies are those around their eyes. and that's not because of sunglasses.
ok, i do know that some girls dress outrageously, who think that their legs are 10 inches shorter, and that as long as the nipples are not shown, it's alright. when i was in primary school i stood with my mouth agape lookin at a woman wearing a mini skirt that short that i can see her underpants. i could see her panties not cos i'm short. but it's way obvious. and no, she isn't christina aguilera on mtv. and no, it's not a swimming costume. that would have caused several nose-bleeding-spurts and eyes rolling all over the floor (and prolly beneath her skirt) and trembling hands along the routes she had walked. that's like calling out for all the wolves and pervs in the district to congregate and set up a tablet for her. girls should know how and when to protect themselves.. even when they know their own rights.
luckily i had JX around to stand up for me. and for himself. there are prolly some guys who can't protect their girls for nuts and mutely let them being taken advantage of.
zzz..
if i don't go and work, i will be worrying about not having any money to spend. but when i go to work, i complain about being tired and bored and lethargic and everything else.
life is such a bother.
yeeeh.. my colleagues from the same cubicle have all gone for meeting, and i'm left alone with nothing to do, cos i'm too quick! muahahahahaha...
oh dear, am i going to be retrenched soon because they don't have anything else for me to do?
ah, might as well.
anyway, i was telling my family about the perv on the mrt yesterday. and they were tooting and disgusted at such obvious blatant behaviour of that pervert. i asked my dad what would he have done if it was him who encountered this perv. him not being peeped of course, but seeing his wife being peeped at. he said he would have done the same. and then i asked, what if you see a sleeping woman whom you don't know at all, being peeped at? he said matter-of-factly that he would not do anything, after a pause. he and everyone who witnesses it, will prolly just mentally label the perv a crass bastard. i frowned at that and carried on with my dinner. of course i do know that people mind their own business most of the times, but that's like obviously wrong...? labelling a person mentally does not really change anything. it's tantamount to seeing a woman being molested but not doing anything about it. then i said, what if that perv not being stopped, went on to stalk that woman after they both got down the mrt, and followed her to a quieter place before molesting or raping her? just because initially, the people who witness that perv peeping lustily at her did not stop him?
then my dad said, then that's something that he could not help. yah, that's true.. and scary because a mini gesture or thing that you do or not do, can actually change the outcome of the future.
my dad said something about covering up myself more. but it's not what the girls wear really, is it? i didn't quite like it when he said that cos there was a hint that it's MY fault for being peeped at. i was wearing just a sleeveless top for god's sake (look at the family picture at prev post). ok, the neck hole was a tad big and while i was sleeping, it had folded a little over. i am not the demure kinda girl and i admit that i am not mindful of myself at times, so my actions are big and sometimes i showed more than i was ever aware of. but i don't call for people to look into my shirt! i don't even wear sexy stuffs. being dressed like a talibanese woman does not necessary mean that your modesty is safe. from what i do know, some countries who have their women dress more conservatively than in singapore, have higher rape rates. and why is that so? the empowerment of the males over the females - basically, the social and power differences between the two genders. and that is also the reason why that women are dressed in such a ridiculous way that their only tanlines on their bodies are those around their eyes. and that's not because of sunglasses.
ok, i do know that some girls dress outrageously, who think that their legs are 10 inches shorter, and that as long as the nipples are not shown, it's alright. when i was in primary school i stood with my mouth agape lookin at a woman wearing a mini skirt that short that i can see her underpants. i could see her panties not cos i'm short. but it's way obvious. and no, she isn't christina aguilera on mtv. and no, it's not a swimming costume. that would have caused several nose-bleeding-spurts and eyes rolling all over the floor (and prolly beneath her skirt) and trembling hands along the routes she had walked. that's like calling out for all the wolves and pervs in the district to congregate and set up a tablet for her. girls should know how and when to protect themselves.. even when they know their own rights.
luckily i had JX around to stand up for me. and for himself. there are prolly some guys who can't protect their girls for nuts and mutely let them being taken advantage of.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
eh heh heh.
i didn't go to work on friday. cos i didn't sleep the night before. and hence there's no update of the blog. so i slept and played. and at night, i went over to JX's hall to stay and then...
i fell in love with BLEACH!!.. i started from the first episode and i couldn't really stop since then. as the story unravelled i got more and more awed. and it's like i was sent into a fantasy world, into a japanese world with spirits and death gods and people with extraordinary powers. there's even a character who is an ARCHER.
makes me almost wish to have extraordinary powers. and so that i can kill demons during my free time. and have bright coloured hair just cos i'm uniquely powerful. and look perpetually moody because... cos i'm powerful.
"why? don't like my face and hair is it?" *swiiing*
idiot runs in opposite direction wailing with a bloody face.
hiak hiak hiak. plus, this anime was so funny that when i watched Chicken Little next, i was hardly laughing. (anyway, Chicken Little is crap, crap and nothing but crap. don't bother spending a single cent on it. wait for it to come out on TV.) and prolly it's funny, you feel for each of its characters. and when it's sad, you feel extra sad too.
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i miss them already.. gatherings now are going to be pretty quiet.
i didn't go to work on friday. cos i didn't sleep the night before. and hence there's no update of the blog. so i slept and played. and at night, i went over to JX's hall to stay and then...
i fell in love with BLEACH!!.. i started from the first episode and i couldn't really stop since then. as the story unravelled i got more and more awed. and it's like i was sent into a fantasy world, into a japanese world with spirits and death gods and people with extraordinary powers. there's even a character who is an ARCHER.makes me almost wish to have extraordinary powers. and so that i can kill demons during my free time. and have bright coloured hair just cos i'm uniquely powerful. and look perpetually moody because... cos i'm powerful.
"why? don't like my face and hair is it?" *swiiing*
idiot runs in opposite direction wailing with a bloody face.
hiak hiak hiak. plus, this anime was so funny that when i watched Chicken Little next, i was hardly laughing. (anyway, Chicken Little is crap, crap and nothing but crap. don't bother spending a single cent on it. wait for it to come out on TV.) and prolly it's funny, you feel for each of its characters. and when it's sad, you feel extra sad too.
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the family leaving: shortest boy, green longsleeves girl, boy with cap on jeans, my uncle with long white sleeves, and aunt with white top and specs.
i miss them already.. gatherings now are going to be pretty quiet.
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and JX and i encountered a perv who tried to peep at me while i was sleeping in the mrt. JX got so pissed and seething mad that he scolded that sonuvabitch upside down cos he was pushing against him to have a better 'view'. blatantly pervatic. haiya, long story. but anyway, that perv got away with curses and a bang that rocked his pervase world.
i wonder what's with the thrill of seeing something that a man can't have or touch. in the end, they only get to touch themselves with virtual memor.. o yuck.. that's like virtual molest or rape!!!..
and then those FHM models would have been virtually raped and molested a thousand million and one times.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
the farking co. bus left without meeeeeeeeee!!!
and it was not 7.15AM yet!!
i curse you, yellow-green bus, i lay $4.80 worth of curses on you!!! (yes, that's my taxi fare)
everyone did something to themselves! boob implants, and apparently some celebrities couldn't decide whether they want them or not. put them in, take them out, put them in, take them out. the surgeons should just install zippers on their boobies with silk lining inside of their breasts. those bags can come in handy too. nose jobs. facelifts, browlifts. botox botox botox.
and it was not 7.15AM yet!!
i curse you, yellow-green bus, i lay $4.80 worth of curses on you!!! (yes, that's my taxi fare)
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i've almost clicked on every hyperlink that http://awfulplasticsurgery.com has. i cringed so many times while at it, i thought that maybe i was surfing for corpses from brutal murders. and what's with the pumping of lip collagen? the lips ended up looking like big fat earthworms squirming on your face. oh my gawd, look at meg ryan. why did she ever smile in that pic? if i were her, i would cry and tear off the lips. and lindsay lohan, looks like a surprised duck who got caught in a car's headlights before her death. and i don't know who this person is, but he definitely has the biggest shiny earthworms on his face.everyone did something to themselves! boob implants, and apparently some celebrities couldn't decide whether they want them or not. put them in, take them out, put them in, take them out. the surgeons should just install zippers on their boobies with silk lining inside of their breasts. those bags can come in handy too. nose jobs. facelifts, browlifts. botox botox botox.
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people who think you're good looking, we need not know that you think so. i can't stand it. there's this woman who takes the same company bus as i do. and she seems to be always standing in my view, i don't know why. she stands in an S-posture, meaning that her boobies and her bum jut out like they repel each other. so there's an empty 1 meter circle around her, in case she turns around, people around her wouldn't be hit by her protruding boobs and bum and be accused of molest. ok, maybe her posture is not something she could help. like some spinal cord problems or the curvature of the spine blah blah.
but she is behaving in a way that is pretty nauseating too, and i can't help but carry on staring to disgust myself even more. she flips her thick, shoulder-length, rod-like rebonded hair more often than needed. turns around purposefully. and there's a waggle of her head that seems to imply, "i'm pretty and you're ugly." (no, she's not pretty) while she looks at other people. when i walk behind her, my eyes were just fixated on her swaggering bum. it's kinda hypnotizing.
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okaaay, maybe it's just her posture. and her tight clothes that enhanced her S-posture. makes me think that she's proclaiming out loud, "hey, HEY! lookie! look at my BOOBIES! my BUM!" while thrusting her front out, and perking her back up. it's an eyesore.
i do know that there're people who're BORN like that. so they can't help that they are walking around like a paralysed snake with legs. but i've also seen some who tried to tone it down, by wearing appropriate clothes. this woman doesn't.
jealous? me? why should i?
you encounter people, who think they're gorgeous, everywhere. it's like, the girls will blink and look away haughtily if they realise that you're looking at them. flick their hair around. and then look back at you to see if you're still looking, and then looking away haughtily again. most of the times, they swagger more too. for guys, upon knowing that some chicks are looking (but not cos of their supposedly good looks), they become more animated, they start posing in ways that they think are cool and seriously 'manly'(?), but not realizing they appear phoney. ahhh.. wake up your ideas!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
oh my gawd.
i take back my words. i came across a person at a page who indeed have implants all over himself. apparently to look beefy. but what came out.. was.... EEEEEEEE....
the author of the webbie commented that he found the 2nd scariest man alive. but man, i think this person looks worse than wacko jacko.
EEEEEEEE... his breasts look disgusting.
traumatizing.... go see for yourselves.
i take back my words. i came across a person at a page who indeed have implants all over himself. apparently to look beefy. but what came out.. was.... EEEEEEEE....
the author of the webbie commented that he found the 2nd scariest man alive. but man, i think this person looks worse than wacko jacko.
EEEEEEEE... his breasts look disgusting.
traumatizing.... go see for yourselves.
~i'm dreaming of a.. white.. CHRISTMAS!~
..who am i kidding. singapore will hardly be white from snow. and if singapore is indeed snowing, i doubt anyone in the world will be celebrating because it's most likely the end of the world.
..who am i kidding. singapore will hardly be white from snow. and if singapore is indeed snowing, i doubt anyone in the world will be celebrating because it's most likely the end of the world.
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Mum: "Quick, dear, please hurry up!! We have to run away NOW!! Everyone else is already long gone!!
Me: "Nooo!! I'm not done with my first snowman's head! And I want to make a snowangel!! And, and..." (threw a snowball at my mom) "...a snowball fight!"
And with that, my mom made me a snowwoman. And children from then on start singing "Em the Snowwoman" whenever it's winter and snowing. (hum along "Frosty the Snowman")
Em the Snowwoman: "Hm! i'm so fat and round. And so white! I need a tan."
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haha, nonsensical.
why are christmas colours green and red? i don't know either. red ribbons on a green christmas tree?
okay, this is prolly premature. but it was kinda induced by my colleague who played christmas songs on his laptop.
makes me kinda depressed actually. makes me feel all holiday-y, but i'm stuck here in the office. *grumble*
it sucks totally to have to wake up early to rainy cold mornings each day. mornings that are meant to just stay in bed. in places that have four seasons, when days become too cold and snowy, they cancel school. uh, whoops, i'm not in school. but anyway, why won't singapore do the same? call everyone - students & employees: there will be no school/work today! why? because it's raining! go back to sleep people.
an instantaneous public-weather-holiday. how nice. singapore will be a better place.
people will become less grouchy (look at me, i'm a good example of a GROUCH because of the lack of zzz). singapore will become a more gracious society. smile smile, "how are you?", "did you just push me? oh, but i'm sure you don't mean it. in fact, it feels like massage.", and lift/bus/train doors will keep on opening and closing because there are perpetual flow of people coming from all sorts of directions, running to board the bus/train/lift and the person holding onto the doors is so nice. singaporeans will stop being crabby, ugly and kiasu.
singapore will not worry about a greying population because with such cold weathered holidays, couples will snuggle in the bed with each other, and then.. everything will go from there. babies will start popping up 9 months once they start this holiday scheme.
and with bigger families, there will be higher consumption. so there will be more jobs created so as to increase supply of goods and services to meet demands. economy will improve.
what a great solution to the problems. everyone will be so happy.
but all of us will have to resign to the fact that singapore will not snow. and so we remain as grouchy sour plums.
an instantaneous public-weather-holiday. how nice. singapore will be a better place.
people will become less grouchy (look at me, i'm a good example of a GROUCH because of the lack of zzz). singapore will become a more gracious society. smile smile, "how are you?", "did you just push me? oh, but i'm sure you don't mean it. in fact, it feels like massage.", and lift/bus/train doors will keep on opening and closing because there are perpetual flow of people coming from all sorts of directions, running to board the bus/train/lift and the person holding onto the doors is so nice. singaporeans will stop being crabby, ugly and kiasu.
singapore will not worry about a greying population because with such cold weathered holidays, couples will snuggle in the bed with each other, and then.. everything will go from there. babies will start popping up 9 months once they start this holiday scheme.
and with bigger families, there will be higher consumption. so there will be more jobs created so as to increase supply of goods and services to meet demands. economy will improve.
what a great solution to the problems. everyone will be so happy.
but all of us will have to resign to the fact that singapore will not snow. and so we remain as grouchy sour plums.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
what has got into me?
i dress weird today (sports shoes with jeans, when was the last time i wore such a combi? prolly in secondary school).
and i'm so stoned, that i'm a big fat stone.
i think some people are really weird. or, more like anti-social. i was opening a door so that i could get to the lift/stairway to go down to the cafetaria, i caught a glimpse of a guy peering at the lighted numbers above the lift door, with half of his body at the stairway. "oh, he must be contemplating to.." before i could finish my thought, he leaped and bounded down the stairs as if he saw a ghost, which is apparently... me. i could even hear him jumping and leaping down stairs till he reached the ground floor. when i was at 3rd floor.
crazy fella. i'm just wearing jeans with sports shoes. most people dress weirdly, or rather, 'schoolishly' here. or is it my face? have my sleepy and already-very-small-eyes gone so small today that they'd disappeared?
slippers and jeans have replaced sports shoes (not sneakers) and jeans. which is good for the toes. i look weird, even retro, cos my only pair of jeans, bunch up just above the shoes.
argh.
that "argh" was meant for the rather short lunch time that i have today. as compared to 2 hours on previous days. so hard to blog now with two of them around, perpetually.
this is so sad.
why the heck am i so tired. oh, my period is prolly coming. hmm. that must be it. i went jogging yesterday and nothing can be more wrong than to jog with sore boobs without a proper sports bra. it felt like my boobs were going to tear away.
and i'm still so tired.. that i kept on dozing off. this the worst by far..
and i'm so stoned, that i'm a big fat stone.
i think some people are really weird. or, more like anti-social. i was opening a door so that i could get to the lift/stairway to go down to the cafetaria, i caught a glimpse of a guy peering at the lighted numbers above the lift door, with half of his body at the stairway. "oh, he must be contemplating to.." before i could finish my thought, he leaped and bounded down the stairs as if he saw a ghost, which is apparently... me. i could even hear him jumping and leaping down stairs till he reached the ground floor. when i was at 3rd floor.
crazy fella. i'm just wearing jeans with sports shoes. most people dress weirdly, or rather, 'schoolishly' here. or is it my face? have my sleepy and already-very-small-eyes gone so small today that they'd disappeared?
slippers and jeans have replaced sports shoes (not sneakers) and jeans. which is good for the toes. i look weird, even retro, cos my only pair of jeans, bunch up just above the shoes.
argh.
that "argh" was meant for the rather short lunch time that i have today. as compared to 2 hours on previous days. so hard to blog now with two of them around, perpetually.
this is so sad.
why the heck am i so tired. oh, my period is prolly coming. hmm. that must be it. i went jogging yesterday and nothing can be more wrong than to jog with sore boobs without a proper sports bra. it felt like my boobs were going to tear away.
and i'm still so tired.. that i kept on dozing off. this the worst by far..
it's kinda silly to wake up so early and come to work, with nothing to do. and yesterday i couldn't take the pretending anymore, i actually said that i'd nothing to do already. then my colleague told me to R&R. that got me thinking for awhile. OH OH! rest and relax! upon that, i ease into my chair. and surfed porn.
ha...
i'm so bloody sleepy.. and bored.
this chair has too short of a back for me to sleep. i'll just ending up dropping my head to the floor behind me.
i'm yawning for the millionth time this morning already.
my gawwwd... it's going to be a long day...
if only that my colleagues will be at a meeting all day long. and i could sleep in the cubicle by myself. better if the cubicle has a door. and a bed and a blankie.. *closed eyes, wide smile*...
...zzz...............
ha...
i'm so bloody sleepy.. and bored.
this chair has too short of a back for me to sleep. i'll just ending up dropping my head to the floor behind me.
i'm yawning for the millionth time this morning already.
my gawwwd... it's going to be a long day...
if only that my colleagues will be at a meeting all day long. and i could sleep in the cubicle by myself. better if the cubicle has a door. and a bed and a blankie.. *closed eyes, wide smile*...
...zzz...............
Monday, November 21, 2005
blissful breaks
yeah!! another break. i like it when my colleagues march out of their cubicles hugging their laptops. wish it's a long and argumentative meeting.
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my sister had just called to tell me that she killed our home PC. and why? because she wanted to 'upgrade' it. by installing another hardware, which is another USB port. she started unscrewing everything. and prolly along the way, she started getting impatient with all the minute screws and screws that we do not have the screwdriver for and tangly wires that she pulled at one. killed the computer, and everything else in the house. short circuit. my mom yelped somewhere in the house. (she took leave today, thus witnessing the brutal murder of our PC by my sister with its guts caught in her hands)
o well, not like i used the home PC much anyways.. cos she's perpetually hogging it. especially now that she had quitted her last job and rotting away at home. prolly inspiring to be a professional yahoo pool player.
but my files!!! my PICTURES, my precious saved files. but not like it should need reformatting.. uh, right? but i'm sure there's tonnes of wormies and whatnot swarming in that guts of a PC.
what's funny, in that phone call. was that when i asked her what was she meddling with the PC for thus causing its premature death, she said "i'm upgrading it!" so indignantly, that i just guffawed. what a cruel twist of irony. and then, she went on onto blaming the short circuit for the state of the PC now. um, knowingly that she was the one who caused the short circuit, and her own hands that pulled the fateful wire and unscrewing the bolts and everything else, so that everything comes apart. after telling her that, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
the PC was actually upgraded a few months ago? june? july? :(
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my sister had just called to tell me that she killed our home PC. and why? because she wanted to 'upgrade' it. by installing another hardware, which is another USB port. she started unscrewing everything. and prolly along the way, she started getting impatient with all the minute screws and screws that we do not have the screwdriver for and tangly wires that she pulled at one. killed the computer, and everything else in the house. short circuit. my mom yelped somewhere in the house. (she took leave today, thus witnessing the brutal murder of our PC by my sister with its guts caught in her hands)
o well, not like i used the home PC much anyways.. cos she's perpetually hogging it. especially now that she had quitted her last job and rotting away at home. prolly inspiring to be a professional yahoo pool player.
but my files!!! my PICTURES, my precious saved files. but not like it should need reformatting.. uh, right? but i'm sure there's tonnes of wormies and whatnot swarming in that guts of a PC.
what's funny, in that phone call. was that when i asked her what was she meddling with the PC for thus causing its premature death, she said "i'm upgrading it!" so indignantly, that i just guffawed. what a cruel twist of irony. and then, she went on onto blaming the short circuit for the state of the PC now. um, knowingly that she was the one who caused the short circuit, and her own hands that pulled the fateful wire and unscrewing the bolts and everything else, so that everything comes apart. after telling her that, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
the PC was actually upgraded a few months ago? june? july? :(
FUGLY
there's hardly any colour on my blog currently.. cos there weren't any pictures taken recently. (forgot to bring the freaking digicam to the recent family gatherings)
so i decided to put one up.
and this picture is bloody fugly. in the first place, is this person a woman or a man?? he/she looks androgynous. but ugly in any sense. this person leans more to the guy's side tho.
horrible hair (that seems to need washing).. horrendous in-your-face-ugliest-shade-of-greeny-brown (algae) shades.. and wrinkles indicate a rubbery face, somewhat.
and what top is that? for a guy, it sucks. and for a woman, well.. i suppose that top is supposed to be worn to match the muddy shades. (tho' i can't imagine boobs on this person's body)
i frequently see this picture online. and it never fails to make me irk. like, can't they feature nicer pictures? or have you seen this familiar picture before too? puke inducing? ha ha.
so i decided to put one up.
and this picture is bloody fugly. in the first place, is this person a woman or a man?? he/she looks androgynous. but ugly in any sense. this person leans more to the guy's side tho.horrible hair (that seems to need washing).. horrendous in-your-face-ugliest-shade-of-greeny-brown (algae) shades.. and wrinkles indicate a rubbery face, somewhat.
and what top is that? for a guy, it sucks. and for a woman, well.. i suppose that top is supposed to be worn to match the muddy shades. (tho' i can't imagine boobs on this person's body)
i frequently see this picture online. and it never fails to make me irk. like, can't they feature nicer pictures? or have you seen this familiar picture before too? puke inducing? ha ha.
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