i'm still not done with the experimenting of makeup.
sometimes, it does get rather taxing having to wake up 15 minutes earlier to draw eyeliner & curl your lashes yet for some people, they do it in 3 mins and can't live without it.
its pretty amazing.
anyway, yesterday i met rui for a cuppa in the evening.
so i asked her if i look better with eyeliner & mascara.
me: does it look okay? better with or without?
rui: oh, hmm.. well, you look brighter..
me: thats a good thing!
rui: brighter as in "brighter", not smarter.
me: WAH LAO.....
rui: yeah, sharper too. sharper as in it sharpens your features not, smarter.
me: yeah, i GET IT. i GET IT.
hahahhaah. the pros & cons of having friends that are TOO honest.
at least you know that their feedback can be trusted lah.
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Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
for you know who you are
i was just randomly blogsurfing when i chanced upon this blogger who was writing about her tragic heartbreak.
how she couldn't down a morsel of food without feeling like she wants to throw up.
how she had to fight back her tears whenever she chanced upon something familiar that led to her remembering.
i think, it isn't the loss of the person that "kills" you but rather, the fond memories.
alot of times, we end up remembering the best of that person while forgetting the pain, hurt & anger that they've put us through.
i somehow feel we can live without that person, whoever he/she may be but its just that we CHOOSE not to.
before, we were doing pretty much fine weren't we?
its all about just getting back into the groove of our "previous" life.
you wonder why the worst of bouts of heartbreak seem to hit you when you're at your lowest.
its not that, its just that we have a tendency to THINK about things when we feel low because we want to feel the support of someone close to us, to know that someone actually cares or at least, bothers. the ironic thing is EVEN if you have someone, that someone might not necessarily actually fill that need.
And the funny thing is that we tend to forget about Him when we're at our saddest when the first person we should run to is Him because, what man cannot do, God always does.
like i said for the millionth time, it gets easier with time, dahling. =)
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i was just randomly blogsurfing when i chanced upon this blogger who was writing about her tragic heartbreak.
how she couldn't down a morsel of food without feeling like she wants to throw up.
how she had to fight back her tears whenever she chanced upon something familiar that led to her remembering.
i think, it isn't the loss of the person that "kills" you but rather, the fond memories.
alot of times, we end up remembering the best of that person while forgetting the pain, hurt & anger that they've put us through.
i somehow feel we can live without that person, whoever he/she may be but its just that we CHOOSE not to.
before, we were doing pretty much fine weren't we?
its all about just getting back into the groove of our "previous" life.
you wonder why the worst of bouts of heartbreak seem to hit you when you're at your lowest.
its not that, its just that we have a tendency to THINK about things when we feel low because we want to feel the support of someone close to us, to know that someone actually cares or at least, bothers. the ironic thing is EVEN if you have someone, that someone might not necessarily actually fill that need.
And the funny thing is that we tend to forget about Him when we're at our saddest when the first person we should run to is Him because, what man cannot do, God always does.
like i said for the millionth time, it gets easier with time, dahling. =)
--
pink cheeks, lined eyes & full red lips
ensuing conversation with rach in the lift -
me: rach, this morning i experimented with the blusher. is it too like red or something?
rach: huh? what blusher?
me: huh? u mean u can't tell i put?
rach: like nothing leh!
OKAY, ANYBODY, SOMEBODY?
I NEED HOW TO PUT MAKE UP & LOOK PRESENTABLE 101 LESSONS.
cons? wendy?
i seriously need the full works.
mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blusher, blending, whatever terms associated with makeup lah.
#)(@&(*&#@(*&#@&^**!&^#*&*&@
i probably have to start waking up half an hour earlier.
something which i obviously dont want to do.
--
ensuing conversation with rach in the lift -
me: rach, this morning i experimented with the blusher. is it too like red or something?
rach: huh? what blusher?
me: huh? u mean u can't tell i put?
rach: like nothing leh!
OKAY, ANYBODY, SOMEBODY?
I NEED HOW TO PUT MAKE UP & LOOK PRESENTABLE 101 LESSONS.
cons? wendy?
i seriously need the full works.
mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blusher, blending, whatever terms associated with makeup lah.
#)(@&(*&#@(*&#@&^**!&^#*&*&@
i probably have to start waking up half an hour earlier.
something which i obviously dont want to do.
--
Friday, December 12, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
everybody's important, it doesn't matter who.
i made friends with the pantry lady, okay, when i say make friends.. i mean we have like 15 minute conversations everytime i go to the pantry & we're pretty chummy.
i know which church/service timing she attends, what her daughter does for a living, how much her footwear costs, what she usually does on weekends & where to get really good assam fish for lunch. yah i know, very kaypo is me.
so now, i get special treatment.
i get one little portion of the day's fruits just for me delivered after lunch if i miss the morning "dispensation" that also happens to run out REALLY fast.
i get called to the pantry if the fruit of the day is shiok like strawberries.
she'd tell me when the biscuits are freshly refilled so confirm won't lau hong one okay.
hahaha, she's so important!
--
i made friends with the pantry lady, okay, when i say make friends.. i mean we have like 15 minute conversations everytime i go to the pantry & we're pretty chummy.
i know which church/service timing she attends, what her daughter does for a living, how much her footwear costs, what she usually does on weekends & where to get really good assam fish for lunch. yah i know, very kaypo is me.
so now, i get special treatment.
i get one little portion of the day's fruits just for me delivered after lunch if i miss the morning "dispensation" that also happens to run out REALLY fast.
i get called to the pantry if the fruit of the day is shiok like strawberries.
she'd tell me when the biscuits are freshly refilled so confirm won't lau hong one okay.
hahaha, she's so important!
--
Sunday, November 23, 2008
yesterday, my new driving instructor decided that he'd make some time for me and gave me an extra lesson eventhough he doesn't work sundays.
i bet he used to be a rebel. i can so imagine him with the whole leather getup & long straggly hair.
he wears bright yellow adidas tees, khaki cutoffs with moccasins and dyed brown hair.
oh, i forgot to add that he's like what? 45 years old??
he dresses like the average 23 year old undergrad.
anyway, he decided that we'd go for an adventure since it was a leisurely sunday afternoon.
"you need experience, sophia" he drawled lazily in mandarin.
so he brought me from bedok -> shenton way/tanjong pagar/raffles place -> vivo city -> bukit merah -> adam road -> macpherson -> paya lebar -> tampines -> bedok.
"nobody's gonna believed you drove on the expressway with an L-plate"
"oh okay, why?"
"because you're not supposed to drive on expressways with an L-plate, my dear girl"
"WTH!!??"
"its okay, its sunday."
"what has this gotta do with sundays!??"
"sundays, we break the law and ma da never come catch us because this is life."
there were times i nearly didn't break in time and he went: oh, its not your fault. its the other driver's fault. terrible terrible drivers. their driving instructor definitely isn't me. you, my girl are fantastic! see how you navigate the sharp turns!
HAHAHAHHAHAHA, he's the best "confidence building" instructor EVAR!!
i now have this impression that all driving instructors are abit strange.
the first one sang songs & spouted poems.
now this?
what have we next sia.
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i bet he used to be a rebel. i can so imagine him with the whole leather getup & long straggly hair.
he wears bright yellow adidas tees, khaki cutoffs with moccasins and dyed brown hair.
oh, i forgot to add that he's like what? 45 years old??
he dresses like the average 23 year old undergrad.
anyway, he decided that we'd go for an adventure since it was a leisurely sunday afternoon.
"you need experience, sophia" he drawled lazily in mandarin.
so he brought me from bedok -> shenton way/tanjong pagar/raffles place -> vivo city -> bukit merah -> adam road -> macpherson -> paya lebar -> tampines -> bedok.
"nobody's gonna believed you drove on the expressway with an L-plate"
"oh okay, why?"
"because you're not supposed to drive on expressways with an L-plate, my dear girl"
"WTH!!??"
"its okay, its sunday."
"what has this gotta do with sundays!??"
"sundays, we break the law and ma da never come catch us because this is life."
there were times i nearly didn't break in time and he went: oh, its not your fault. its the other driver's fault. terrible terrible drivers. their driving instructor definitely isn't me. you, my girl are fantastic! see how you navigate the sharp turns!
HAHAHAHHAHAHA, he's the best "confidence building" instructor EVAR!!
i now have this impression that all driving instructors are abit strange.
the first one sang songs & spouted poems.
now this?
what have we next sia.
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Monday, November 17, 2008
i've learnt that sometimes verbal agreements just don't cut it.
the other day, one person said something and the other remembered it.
but today, after an issue & some miscommunication.
everyone promptly forgot what they said and started blaming each other.
i mean seriously, as a bystander, i found it amazing how one can twist one's words to fit the situation.
how vehement denial of one's words can save your own ass, sure. but at the expense of killing the rest?
its all of game of he said, she said.
i've learnt how to take everything with a pinch of salt.
i'm glad this is gonna be over.
--
the other day, one person said something and the other remembered it.
but today, after an issue & some miscommunication.
everyone promptly forgot what they said and started blaming each other.
i mean seriously, as a bystander, i found it amazing how one can twist one's words to fit the situation.
how vehement denial of one's words can save your own ass, sure. but at the expense of killing the rest?
its all of game of he said, she said.
i've learnt how to take everything with a pinch of salt.
i'm glad this is gonna be over.
--
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
say NO to feeling SHITTY!
i've been feeling like SHIT these past 2 days.
no, make that 1 and a half days.. ever since you started your mission to try to mend our broken hearts.
like, seriously, the reasons you give NEVER change. the excitement u try to inject for your supposedly conjured up "future together" leaves me gaping in horror.
wait, those aren't even reasons, they are excuses to support your already very flimsy cause.
yet, these are the very same reasons i used to fall for. i wished someone had the guts enough to slap me out of that hazy stupor 8 months ago. GOODNESS. what was i even thinking?
its amazing what 2 weeks of no-contact can give you.
it makes you think and realise the ridiculity of us together and how we'd NEVER, let me repeat that once more, NEVER WORK.
i absolutely cannot believe u pulled the same old stunts..
lets see,
1. calling me nonstop.
2. leaving me "urgent" msges that needed me to call you back immediately.
3. leave umpteen voicemail messages?
4. driving to my place.
5. not letting me out of your car until you've finished your tirade.
6. tell me how beautiful we are together. (bullshit, get a life, really)
7. call me nonstop YET AGAIN at night.
ITS OVER. GET IT. O.V.E.R.
no amount of persuasion will ever let me walk into that damn same ol' trap again.
i'm over this shit.
oh, and 1 more thing.
i had completely NO MOOD to work at all cuz as usual, like how all bad relationships tend to take its toll.
my emotions were in a mess and i was in 2 minds.
then i thought about how thankful i should be for so many things in my life.
GOODNESS, WHAT AM I MOPING ABOUT?
1. i have wonderful parents.
2. i have 4 fully functional limbs.
3. i have a hearty appetite and absolutely enjoy food.
4. i have 2 eyes to see and enjoy the splendour of all of God's creation.
5. i have supportive friends who actually care and call when i need them.
6. i can laugh, and i like to think i have a sense of humour. (you're not allowed to protest, i just had my heart broken, kelian okay.)
7. i am literate which means i can enjoy reading God's word.
8. i don't look strange. (i don't, RIGHT? wait, do i?)
i have alot of things to be thankful and happy about.
and i thank God that He is gonna make a way and give me the strength to walk out of this.
there are so many things to learn always when we encounter problems.
and just as i was feeling pretty much like a herd of horses stampeded above me, i read this verse again.
James 1 : 2 - 4
2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds,
3 because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.
4 Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
i'm gonna consider it pure joy and know that this testing develops perserverance and when its work is finished, i may be mature & complete, not lacking anything.
Amen. :)
i feel so much better already.
--
i've been feeling like SHIT these past 2 days.
no, make that 1 and a half days.. ever since you started your mission to try to mend our broken hearts.
like, seriously, the reasons you give NEVER change. the excitement u try to inject for your supposedly conjured up "future together" leaves me gaping in horror.
wait, those aren't even reasons, they are excuses to support your already very flimsy cause.
yet, these are the very same reasons i used to fall for. i wished someone had the guts enough to slap me out of that hazy stupor 8 months ago. GOODNESS. what was i even thinking?
its amazing what 2 weeks of no-contact can give you.
it makes you think and realise the ridiculity of us together and how we'd NEVER, let me repeat that once more, NEVER WORK.
i absolutely cannot believe u pulled the same old stunts..
lets see,
1. calling me nonstop.
2. leaving me "urgent" msges that needed me to call you back immediately.
3. leave umpteen voicemail messages?
4. driving to my place.
5. not letting me out of your car until you've finished your tirade.
6. tell me how beautiful we are together. (bullshit, get a life, really)
7. call me nonstop YET AGAIN at night.
ITS OVER. GET IT. O.V.E.R.
no amount of persuasion will ever let me walk into that damn same ol' trap again.
i'm over this shit.
oh, and 1 more thing.
i had completely NO MOOD to work at all cuz as usual, like how all bad relationships tend to take its toll.
my emotions were in a mess and i was in 2 minds.
then i thought about how thankful i should be for so many things in my life.
GOODNESS, WHAT AM I MOPING ABOUT?
1. i have wonderful parents.
2. i have 4 fully functional limbs.
3. i have a hearty appetite and absolutely enjoy food.
4. i have 2 eyes to see and enjoy the splendour of all of God's creation.
5. i have supportive friends who actually care and call when i need them.
6. i can laugh, and i like to think i have a sense of humour. (you're not allowed to protest, i just had my heart broken, kelian okay.)
7. i am literate which means i can enjoy reading God's word.
8. i don't look strange. (i don't, RIGHT? wait, do i?)
i have alot of things to be thankful and happy about.
and i thank God that He is gonna make a way and give me the strength to walk out of this.
there are so many things to learn always when we encounter problems.
and just as i was feeling pretty much like a herd of horses stampeded above me, i read this verse again.
James 1 : 2 - 4
2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds,
3 because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.
4 Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
i'm gonna consider it pure joy and know that this testing develops perserverance and when its work is finished, i may be mature & complete, not lacking anything.
Amen. :)
i feel so much better already.
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Friday, November 7, 2008
Oh, how little i have read.
Instructions:
- Look at the list and bold those you have read
- Italicise the ones you want to read
- Underline the books you really loved and strikethrough the ones really didn't enjoy
- Reprint this list in your own journal if you want to... you know you want to.
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling (er, well, still trying to get my hands on the Deathly Hallows)
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh (I want to watch the movie!)
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In A Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
i haven't really been reading much at all.
perhaps, due to work and what not. maybe i should pick up a few books eh?
i miss reading, somewhat.
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Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Outside In.
so today, i did nothing at work but take pictures of things that my boss & colleagues wanna put on ebay.
yeah, cool job eh?
i asked anyone of them if they were willing to match my current pay and i'd do this full time.
it sure beats selling what i sell anyday!
and i've decided to take a "HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY" attitude to everything in life.
guess what?
it works, i'm feeling a million times better and its not an emotional rollercoaster ride anymore.
it sure beats moping around and feeling sorry for myself.
and remember folks, life still goes on.. no matter what happens around.
take the best of it and live it to the fullest.
tonite, am gonna run till i can't run no more.
a gym sesh in the pipeline!
--
so today, i did nothing at work but take pictures of things that my boss & colleagues wanna put on ebay.
yeah, cool job eh?
i asked anyone of them if they were willing to match my current pay and i'd do this full time.
it sure beats selling what i sell anyday!
and i've decided to take a "HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY" attitude to everything in life.
guess what?
it works, i'm feeling a million times better and its not an emotional rollercoaster ride anymore.
it sure beats moping around and feeling sorry for myself.
and remember folks, life still goes on.. no matter what happens around.
take the best of it and live it to the fullest.
tonite, am gonna run till i can't run no more.
a gym sesh in the pipeline!
--
apparently, heartbreak agrees with me.
usually, i eat a feast. i cannot resist good food.
but these past couple of days, everything that i put into my mouth tastes like cardboard.
and even though i feel hungry, i can't seem to stomach too much food.
i've lost a good 3 kilograms and am back at my original pre-fat weight.
my skin seems better & even my friends confirm it.
a couple of people even inquired about the products i am currently using.
i can go out without an ounce of make up and not feel self-conscious.
although i suspect the lack of self-consciousness is due to the fact i don't bloody give a damn because all i can think of currently is how my heart feels like someone just slammed it in with a sledgehammer.
--
for the kaypo people, yes, its heartbreak.
don't come and msn me about it okay. because I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
and heartbreaks suck to the power of 1 zillion.
when i read the papers about the current financial crisis, recession, famine or whatever terrible tragic thing that has befallen mankind. i am apt to feel nothing, abso-freaking-lutely nothing.
because like any self-centred person, all i care about now is how i freaking shit ass feel like i just died inside.
okay, let me tell you that i'm gonna be ALRIGHT.
because thats the way i am.
i bounce back.
for now, the bouncing hasn't begun.
but it will, soon enough.
you just wait and see.
the sunshine, birds chirping & happy days without a care in the world are just round the corner for dear ol' me.
good riddance, good bye to YOU*.
(actually i know for a fact that someday i'm gonna look back, read this post, remember how ridiculous we were together and heave a sigh of relief that it only lasted as long as it did. except i'm not feeling it now but i will, eventually and i can't freaking wait for that day to come sia.)
--
*the idiot who broke my heart into a million tiny pieces but good thing its nearly as good as new now save for a few slight cracks.
usually, i eat a feast. i cannot resist good food.
but these past couple of days, everything that i put into my mouth tastes like cardboard.
and even though i feel hungry, i can't seem to stomach too much food.
i've lost a good 3 kilograms and am back at my original pre-fat weight.
my skin seems better & even my friends confirm it.
a couple of people even inquired about the products i am currently using.
i can go out without an ounce of make up and not feel self-conscious.
although i suspect the lack of self-consciousness is due to the fact i don't bloody give a damn because all i can think of currently is how my heart feels like someone just slammed it in with a sledgehammer.
--
for the kaypo people, yes, its heartbreak.
don't come and msn me about it okay. because I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
and heartbreaks suck to the power of 1 zillion.
when i read the papers about the current financial crisis, recession, famine or whatever terrible tragic thing that has befallen mankind. i am apt to feel nothing, abso-freaking-lutely nothing.
because like any self-centred person, all i care about now is how i freaking shit ass feel like i just died inside.
okay, let me tell you that i'm gonna be ALRIGHT.
because thats the way i am.
i bounce back.
for now, the bouncing hasn't begun.
but it will, soon enough.
you just wait and see.
the sunshine, birds chirping & happy days without a care in the world are just round the corner for dear ol' me.
good riddance, good bye to YOU*.
(actually i know for a fact that someday i'm gonna look back, read this post, remember how ridiculous we were together and heave a sigh of relief that it only lasted as long as it did. except i'm not feeling it now but i will, eventually and i can't freaking wait for that day to come sia.)
--
*the idiot who broke my heart into a million tiny pieces but good thing its nearly as good as new now save for a few slight cracks.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
sometimes in the midst of all the frustration, something or someone just puts that smallest light at the end of the tunnel to show that you know, maybe its gonna be alright afterall.
constance: you can cry & say your pet died. you can name it hamstance. i don't mind.
thank you.
you don't know how much that meant to me.
--
constance: you can cry & say your pet died. you can name it hamstance. i don't mind.
thank you.
you don't know how much that meant to me.
--
Thursday, October 23, 2008
what to do this weekend?
watch RocknRolla!!
i suggest you NOT watching the trailer because i did and i deemed this movie trash and decided at no cost will i even bother watching it.
but alas, i have learnt not to trust trailers because the case is usually such that the really good trailers are pretty much the only thing that the movie has going for it.
anyway, its really good, i'm not going to be an ass and tell you the story because it would just spoil the whole experience for you.
i say don't even bother reading the synopsis and watch it without expecting or knowing anything. like me. i went into the theatre absolutely bushed after a whole day of work and thinking that i just wasted my SGD7.50 and look where it got me now? hooked.
i can't believe Guy Ritchie is the scriptwriter because the script's really good! the lines are absolutely hilarious and the plot, surprisingly engaging and absolutely riveting.
few directors can now hold me in my seat wondering what kind of turn of plot will it be next because most movies are usually run-of-the-mill hollywood hero movies where you can shoot the bloody lead a 1000 times and he won't get hurt plus he'd also bag the hottest chicka around. such is the name of the game nowadays.
i even have a new celeb obsession!!
MARK STRONG.
he plays one of the baddies in the movie but wahlaueh, old school italian mafia charm and his side profile is to-die-for.
nose sharp until i think if he bang his face against the wall, the wall have an indent around the part his nose lands on lor. damn freaken hot shit.
being the me that i am, i actually tried searching online for the script because the lines are really good!
but don't have sia!! sianzeration.
catch it lah. damn nice.
and i think thandie newton is damn hot after watching her in this movie, i always used to think she was just some anorexic black woman with super toned arms and wondered why she got parts in movies even.
now i know why.
OH AND GUY ALREADY HAS THE OTHER SCRIPTS PLANNED OUT!
apparently its gonna be a trilogy with its last installment set in America!
wah excited sia.
--
watch RocknRolla!!
i suggest you NOT watching the trailer because i did and i deemed this movie trash and decided at no cost will i even bother watching it.
but alas, i have learnt not to trust trailers because the case is usually such that the really good trailers are pretty much the only thing that the movie has going for it.
anyway, its really good, i'm not going to be an ass and tell you the story because it would just spoil the whole experience for you.
i say don't even bother reading the synopsis and watch it without expecting or knowing anything. like me. i went into the theatre absolutely bushed after a whole day of work and thinking that i just wasted my SGD7.50 and look where it got me now? hooked.
i can't believe Guy Ritchie is the scriptwriter because the script's really good! the lines are absolutely hilarious and the plot, surprisingly engaging and absolutely riveting.
few directors can now hold me in my seat wondering what kind of turn of plot will it be next because most movies are usually run-of-the-mill hollywood hero movies where you can shoot the bloody lead a 1000 times and he won't get hurt plus he'd also bag the hottest chicka around. such is the name of the game nowadays.
i even have a new celeb obsession!!
MARK STRONG.
he plays one of the baddies in the movie but wahlaueh, old school italian mafia charm and his side profile is to-die-for.
nose sharp until i think if he bang his face against the wall, the wall have an indent around the part his nose lands on lor. damn freaken hot shit.
being the me that i am, i actually tried searching online for the script because the lines are really good!
but don't have sia!! sianzeration.
catch it lah. damn nice.
and i think thandie newton is damn hot after watching her in this movie, i always used to think she was just some anorexic black woman with super toned arms and wondered why she got parts in movies even.
now i know why.
OH AND GUY ALREADY HAS THE OTHER SCRIPTS PLANNED OUT!
apparently its gonna be a trilogy with its last installment set in America!
wah excited sia.
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last night, i wanted to get some dvds & probably a top or somethin' with the $$ a friend returned me.
but i didn't spend a cent. am i amazing or what?
i think i have regained my ability to resist pretty clothes and dvds.
something that has been eluding me for months especially when i step into a certain shop that comes up tops.
so yes, i didn't spend a cent caaaaaaannn.
i did see a maxi dress at This Fashion retailing at merely SGD16.90. it had a very pretty print but alas of rather inferior quality. (with such pricing, you don't expect topnotch cloth anyway eh?)
i was tempted but i counted in my head silently the likelihood of it ever making it out of the house, close to zero.
so i skipped that too.
i've decided that window retail shopping shall be my new hobby.
lets see how much i can save.
i need new shoes though. i always need new shoes lately.
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but i didn't spend a cent. am i amazing or what?
i think i have regained my ability to resist pretty clothes and dvds.
something that has been eluding me for months especially when i step into a certain shop that comes up tops.
so yes, i didn't spend a cent caaaaaaannn.
i did see a maxi dress at This Fashion retailing at merely SGD16.90. it had a very pretty print but alas of rather inferior quality. (with such pricing, you don't expect topnotch cloth anyway eh?)
i was tempted but i counted in my head silently the likelihood of it ever making it out of the house, close to zero.
so i skipped that too.
i've decided that window retail shopping shall be my new hobby.
lets see how much i can save.
i need new shoes though. i always need new shoes lately.
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What to do in embarrassing situations! Part I
i've decided to do a blog series cuz i'm cool like that YO.
whatever really.
it actually started with rui asking me one day about what to retort should someone shoots a sacarstic "Good for you" your way.
i came up with a brilliant (or so i think) retort.
me: guess what i ate for lunch!!
Random Person A: what?
me (very excitedly): nasi padang with damn shiok fried chicken only $2.50.
RPA: oh, Good for you lah.
me: yeah, it really is good for me isn't it? heehee! it'll be good for you too. you should try the nasi padang some day! yum yummy YUMMERS.
well... and so on and so forth.
and a few other irritating phrases which people like to use. yes, we came up with smooth retorts to make it sound like we totally don't take offense and yet, feel damn happy about what you just said when we actually don't and feel like punching your smart aleck face in.
this is usually used for work because you must always be polite and diplomatic even if you hate that person you work with. such is the life of lowly executives. HAHAHA.
well, i was thinking of embarrassing situation(s) that happened to friends or friends of friends or well, someone we know.
here's Part I:
Question:
What do you do when you're wearing a really pretty baby doll dress/top (very IN THIS SEASON! inside joke) when someone stands up on the bus/mrt to let you have their seat because he/she thought you were pregnant but you're obviously not?
i bet the first thing that would go through your head is"knnbccb, wa ah neh pui meh!!?? siao liao la!!!" "dammit, do i look THAT FAT THAT YOU THINK I'M PREGNANT? SERIOUSLY?" and you'd feel like absolute shit. your self esteem shattered into little bits and pieces. i bet you're thinking to yourself, once i get down i'm gonna buy myself a whole new outfit sia. this is so bloody freakshit embarrassing, i want to cry.
FRET NOT MY FRIENDS!
I HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR YOU!
well, you should just sit down and say: "why that's very nice of you. thank you so much! my child -press womb lightly with palm for effect- will be eternally grateful."
and give that idiot your warmest smile. EVEN BETTER STILL if you can cry on cue to signify your deep and undying gratitude.
it'll definitely make his/her day because hello, he/she thinks they just did a kind deed and would be rewarded richly in heaven. song bo.
of course, you're allowed to curse and swear freely at the person in your heart.
this will save the both of you immense embarrassment as opposed to lets say..........
you scream loudly at said idiot going: HELLO I'M LIKE NOT PREGNANT, CAN YOU PRAY PLEASE OPEN YOUR DAMN SLITTY EYES ABIT WIDER. GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME. ITS LIKE A FREAKEN BABY DOLL DRESS YOU A-HOLE, I'M NOT FREAKING PREGNANT AND DON'T NEED ANY OF YOUR SYMPATHY!! I CURSE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!! (i must use this phrase of SATC charlotte's cuz i think its so damn funny. hahaha)
by this time the whole bus/train would be staring at you and scrutinising your non-existent baby bump.
so i say, my solution is ZE BEST.
plus hello, you get to sit down in a crowded bus/train comfortably and rest your legs.
and thats the end to part I.
one day if i feel boliao again, i might just post part II.
so watch out for it folks.
byebye.
(HAHAHAHA, sophia.... you're like SO BLOODY COOL YO.)
--
i've decided to do a blog series cuz i'm cool like that YO.
whatever really.
it actually started with rui asking me one day about what to retort should someone shoots a sacarstic "Good for you" your way.
i came up with a brilliant (or so i think) retort.
me: guess what i ate for lunch!!
Random Person A: what?
me (very excitedly): nasi padang with damn shiok fried chicken only $2.50.
RPA: oh, Good for you lah.
me: yeah, it really is good for me isn't it? heehee! it'll be good for you too. you should try the nasi padang some day! yum yummy YUMMERS.
well... and so on and so forth.
and a few other irritating phrases which people like to use. yes, we came up with smooth retorts to make it sound like we totally don't take offense and yet, feel damn happy about what you just said when we actually don't and feel like punching your smart aleck face in.
this is usually used for work because you must always be polite and diplomatic even if you hate that person you work with. such is the life of lowly executives. HAHAHA.
well, i was thinking of embarrassing situation(s) that happened to friends or friends of friends or well, someone we know.
here's Part I:
Question:
What do you do when you're wearing a really pretty baby doll dress/top (very IN THIS SEASON! inside joke) when someone stands up on the bus/mrt to let you have their seat because he/she thought you were pregnant but you're obviously not?
i bet the first thing that would go through your head is
FRET NOT MY FRIENDS!
I HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR YOU!
well, you should just sit down and say: "why that's very nice of you. thank you so much! my child -press womb lightly with palm for effect- will be eternally grateful."
and give that idiot your warmest smile. EVEN BETTER STILL if you can cry on cue to signify your deep and undying gratitude.
it'll definitely make his/her day because hello, he/she thinks they just did a kind deed and would be rewarded richly in heaven. song bo.
of course, you're allowed to curse and swear freely at the person in your heart.
this will save the both of you immense embarrassment as opposed to lets say..........
you scream loudly at said idiot going: HELLO I'M LIKE NOT PREGNANT, CAN YOU PRAY PLEASE OPEN YOUR DAMN SLITTY EYES ABIT WIDER. GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME. ITS LIKE A FREAKEN BABY DOLL DRESS YOU A-HOLE, I'M NOT FREAKING PREGNANT AND DON'T NEED ANY OF YOUR SYMPATHY!! I CURSE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!! (i must use this phrase of SATC charlotte's cuz i think its so damn funny. hahaha)
by this time the whole bus/train would be staring at you and scrutinising your non-existent baby bump.
so i say, my solution is ZE BEST.
plus hello, you get to sit down in a crowded bus/train comfortably and rest your legs.
and thats the end to part I.
one day if i feel boliao again, i might just post part II.
so watch out for it folks.
byebye.
(HAHAHAHA, sophia.... you're like SO BLOODY COOL YO.)
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Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The not-very-long and not-very-short of it.
being a girl does have its perks in my industry.
(i'm gonna be honest so don't shoot me.)
you can get away with alot of things.
you can ask for ridiculous favours and make things go your way.
you can actually make mistakes, apologize profusely and they'd forgive you because "you're a young girl who probably doesn't really know what is going on."
you can smile, widen your eyes, tilt your head, tehhhh & do that skip and hop thing (LITERALLY) and people will give in to you. at first, i couldn't believe i was doing shit like that. ME ACTING DEMURE AND COY? OHHH COME ON..... however, you learn to do everything to your best advantage. yes, its disgusting that i make use of that however, desperate times call for desperate measures. milk it for all its worth, everyone's gonna grow old & wrinkly someday so while you're young, make use of that youth.
my boss actually thinks that me being able to get away with the most ridiculous shit is actually an ASSET. yes, i know, laugh all you want but let me tell you that alot of girls do it. so if you're a guy reading this, now u know.
how many girls are as honest as me? i actually divulge the secrets that women use discreetly to bend your will for their own benefit. my future husband will never have access to this post. HAHAHA.
being a girl in this industry also has its downsides.
people don't take what you say seriously even if you actually KNOW whats going on and can point out other people's technical mistakes because they treat you as a "young girl who doesn't really know what is going on."
they think you're a girl so you can be bullied into solving their ridiculous problems and unreasonable demands.
its hard to earn their respect because most of the people have been in the industry for YONKS and can spot a noob a mile away.
they think that even if they lie to you or spew bullshit and you'd treat it as GOLD NUGGETS OF PRECIOUS INFORMATION. unfortunately, i'm not stupid and there are more sources than you.
such is the life of me currently.
i wonder if other girls face similar problems in other industries though.
probably such things won't be happening in fashion or events, i think.
or is the same the world around?
--
being a girl does have its perks in my industry.
(i'm gonna be honest so don't shoot me.)
you can get away with alot of things.
you can ask for ridiculous favours and make things go your way.
you can actually make mistakes, apologize profusely and they'd forgive you because "you're a young girl who probably doesn't really know what is going on."
you can smile, widen your eyes, tilt your head, tehhhh & do that skip and hop thing (LITERALLY) and people will give in to you. at first, i couldn't believe i was doing shit like that. ME ACTING DEMURE AND COY? OHHH COME ON..... however, you learn to do everything to your best advantage. yes, its disgusting that i make use of that however, desperate times call for desperate measures. milk it for all its worth, everyone's gonna grow old & wrinkly someday so while you're young, make use of that youth.
my boss actually thinks that me being able to get away with the most ridiculous shit is actually an ASSET. yes, i know, laugh all you want but let me tell you that alot of girls do it. so if you're a guy reading this, now u know.
how many girls are as honest as me? i actually divulge the secrets that women use discreetly to bend your will for their own benefit. my future husband will never have access to this post. HAHAHA.
being a girl in this industry also has its downsides.
people don't take what you say seriously even if you actually KNOW whats going on and can point out other people's technical mistakes because they treat you as a "young girl who doesn't really know what is going on."
they think you're a girl so you can be bullied into solving their ridiculous problems and unreasonable demands.
its hard to earn their respect because most of the people have been in the industry for YONKS and can spot a noob a mile away.
they think that even if they lie to you or spew bullshit and you'd treat it as GOLD NUGGETS OF PRECIOUS INFORMATION. unfortunately, i'm not stupid and there are more sources than you.
such is the life of me currently.
i wonder if other girls face similar problems in other industries though.
probably such things won't be happening in fashion or events, i think.
or is the same the world around?
--
Friday, October 17, 2008
it doesn't matter how many times you apologize.
it doesn't matter how many times you explain.
because.. it just doesn't matter anymore.
don't you get it?
sometimes i wonder if this is a game.
when i loved you as intensely as i did, you treated me with a sort of placid nonchalance.
and when i decided to let go, you renewed your vigor and went full steam ahead.
its funny how things round up now don't you think?
now i'm the one dodging the bullets.
because, it really doesn't matter anymore.
i think we've had enough.
don't you?
didn't the day you let go fill you with utmost relief?
why?
i will NEVER look back, i'm sorry.
--
it doesn't matter how many times you explain.
because.. it just doesn't matter anymore.
don't you get it?
sometimes i wonder if this is a game.
when i loved you as intensely as i did, you treated me with a sort of placid nonchalance.
and when i decided to let go, you renewed your vigor and went full steam ahead.
its funny how things round up now don't you think?
now i'm the one dodging the bullets.
because, it really doesn't matter anymore.
i think we've had enough.
don't you?
didn't the day you let go fill you with utmost relief?
why?
i will NEVER look back, i'm sorry.
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Sunday, October 12, 2008
the post about that techie.
i bought the Nokia E71 (in grey altho white chio-er) can.
someone please say "WOAHHHHHHHH SOPHIA YOU'RE SO DAMN COOL CAN. YOU'RE LIKE.. CARRYING A SMART PHONE."
and i can reply going "like yeah, cuz i'm smart yo."
SONG BO!!!
i finally have a chio phone!!
now its only getting around to learning how to use it. blah.
--
i bought the Nokia E71 (in grey altho white chio-er) can.
someone please say "WOAHHHHHHHH SOPHIA YOU'RE SO DAMN COOL CAN. YOU'RE LIKE.. CARRYING A SMART PHONE."
and i can reply going "like yeah, cuz i'm smart yo."
SONG BO!!!
i finally have a chio phone!!
now its only getting around to learning how to use it. blah.
--
Monday, October 6, 2008
Super Mr.Fix-It-All-Or-Not.
honestly, i'm having the monday BLUES/BLACK whatever.
today hasn't been a good day BUT............... my father totally cracked me up until all the blues were chased away.
my dad being a superdad, loves to tinker with anything he finds not working.
from fridges to toilet bowls to washing machines. anything.
he just loves going on his rescue missions & starting on his pet projects - eg. PROJECT Toilet Bowl
(i suppose thats why both my mom and him love to shop at IKEA for new furniture.)
my mom loves to shop, period.
my dad loves the part that comes after the purchasing, getting it fixed up all on his own.
he spends hours alone in the room tinkering around with objects, taking them apart and putting 'em back together. like a kid right?
the bad part is?
it doesn't mean everything that's spoilt CAN BE FIXED by him.
and today is a super good example.
my dad was trying to fixed the van keys cuz now they're sorta spoilt and the doors have to be open manually which sorta infuriates him when its raining cuz he has to run under the rain to open the van instead of "tiu tiu" and its open.
so he tried fixing it right before he & my mom headed to town for lunch. for those not in the know, my dad has freaken strong hands. don't bother playing arm wrestling because forget it, you'll lose one lah.
he ended up breaking the KEY itself which means... they couldn't start the van with a broken key!! HAHAHA.
and, the auto part wasn't even fixed.
my mom's spare key has something wrong and doesn't really work.
so it ended up that they were inside the car with no means of locking it from outside.
and even if they lock it, they wouldn't be able to get back in.
AND, surprisingly, my dad managed to get the car to start with the faulty spare key but... either one of them is stuck in the car until a replacement key is found to LOCK it.
AHHAHAHAHAHAH.
which means... both my parents are trapped in the car.
WAH LAU... I LAUGH UNTIL I DIE CAN.
my mom is currently sending me a flurry of smses because she absolutely doesn't know whether to get pissed off with the dad or laugh about the matter.
my dad is trying to get a replacement key with Renault now i think whilst the key is in the ignition and because its faulty, they can't remove it just in case, it doesn't start again later.
GOODNESS, the spots they get themselves into.
fainted.
--
honestly, i'm having the monday BLUES/BLACK whatever.
today hasn't been a good day BUT............... my father totally cracked me up until all the blues were chased away.
my dad being a superdad, loves to tinker with anything he finds not working.
from fridges to toilet bowls to washing machines. anything.
he just loves going on his rescue missions & starting on his pet projects - eg. PROJECT Toilet Bowl
(i suppose thats why both my mom and him love to shop at IKEA for new furniture.)
my mom loves to shop, period.
my dad loves the part that comes after the purchasing, getting it fixed up all on his own.
he spends hours alone in the room tinkering around with objects, taking them apart and putting 'em back together. like a kid right?
the bad part is?
it doesn't mean everything that's spoilt CAN BE FIXED by him.
and today is a super good example.
my dad was trying to fixed the van keys cuz now they're sorta spoilt and the doors have to be open manually which sorta infuriates him when its raining cuz he has to run under the rain to open the van instead of "tiu tiu" and its open.
so he tried fixing it right before he & my mom headed to town for lunch. for those not in the know, my dad has freaken strong hands. don't bother playing arm wrestling because forget it, you'll lose one lah.
he ended up breaking the KEY itself which means... they couldn't start the van with a broken key!! HAHAHA.
and, the auto part wasn't even fixed.
my mom's spare key has something wrong and doesn't really work.
so it ended up that they were inside the car with no means of locking it from outside.
and even if they lock it, they wouldn't be able to get back in.
AND, surprisingly, my dad managed to get the car to start with the faulty spare key but... either one of them is stuck in the car until a replacement key is found to LOCK it.
AHHAHAHAHAHAH.
which means... both my parents are trapped in the car.
WAH LAU... I LAUGH UNTIL I DIE CAN.
my mom is currently sending me a flurry of smses because she absolutely doesn't know whether to get pissed off with the dad or laugh about the matter.
my dad is trying to get a replacement key with Renault now i think whilst the key is in the ignition and because its faulty, they can't remove it just in case, it doesn't start again later.
GOODNESS, the spots they get themselves into.
fainted.
--
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
haolian, i must.
oh, after my 5 day break.
of which 4 of them were spent shopping. HAHA.
i amassed a collection of:
gladiator sandals on sale at Tangs (SGD 19.90 nia!!)
river island maryjanes.
a long stripped tube.
a topshop top. (what is shopping without topshop!)
marks&sparks panties. (more costly but comfier than the topshoppy ones.)
a book about I-Kuei Feng. (last empress of China.)
THATS ALL OKAY!
4 days of shopping and this is all i buy. amazing right?
i used to be quite the shopaholic but now....
i can control. wahahahaha.
i walk into forever21/pull&bear/warehouse/charles&keith/riverisland/gap/bysi/fox/marks&sparks/thewholedamnvivocity.
plus all my items were cheap! save for the undies and the river island maryjanes.
lemme see my total expenditure for the 4 days of shopping (don't include food ar):
19.90 - gladiator sandals
67.00 - river island maryjanes
13.50 - tube top
37.80 - topshop top
F.O.C - marks & sparks undies cuz my mother pay.
36.50 - book about I-Kuei Feng.
total damage: SGD 207.70
oh shit, wait, that is quite alot of money.
wah lau!! i tot i spent very little.
shit, to think i haven't bought a bag that i wanted.
WTH. i spent quite alot sia.
shit. sian.
--
oh, after my 5 day break.
of which 4 of them were spent shopping. HAHA.
i amassed a collection of:
gladiator sandals on sale at Tangs (SGD 19.90 nia!!)
river island maryjanes.
a long stripped tube.
a topshop top. (what is shopping without topshop!)
marks&sparks panties. (more costly but comfier than the topshoppy ones.)
a book about I-Kuei Feng. (last empress of China.)
THATS ALL OKAY!
4 days of shopping and this is all i buy. amazing right?
i used to be quite the shopaholic but now....
i can control. wahahahaha.
i walk into forever21/pull&bear/warehouse/charles&keith/riverisland/gap/bysi/fox/marks&sparks/thewholedamnvivocity.
plus all my items were cheap! save for the undies and the river island maryjanes.
lemme see my total expenditure for the 4 days of shopping (don't include food ar):
19.90 - gladiator sandals
67.00 - river island maryjanes
13.50 - tube top
37.80 - topshop top
F.O.C - marks & sparks undies cuz my mother pay.
36.50 - book about I-Kuei Feng.
total damage: SGD 207.70
oh shit, wait, that is quite alot of money.
wah lau!! i tot i spent very little.
shit, to think i haven't bought a bag that i wanted.
WTH. i spent quite alot sia.
shit. sian.
--
i think someone lied.
if not, i was just lying to myself all the damn time.
goodness, whoever said when you work, you don't bring your work back was a complete liar!!
you do! in fact just like the dreaded exams, it stays lingering at the back of your mind waiting to implode on a nice sunny thursday morning.
drats.
i look at my TO-DO list and i can only sigh.
its 11am and i am only nearly half-done.
--
its nearly always is a case of "you say, i say, but we don't get."
my itchy fingers wanted to dial your digitzzzzz but i resisted.
i think i'm getting pretty good at this whole RESIST D.Y.D. game.
in fact i'm a pro, so good that currently my score for it is 9924189483798712 and i'm on level 99/100.
bloody shit.
i remember a particularly amusing conversation i had with you eons ago.
I HATE IT THAT I REMEMBER WHOLE CONVERSATIONS WITH YOU WORD-FOR-WORD.
you: i hate 2nd hand smoke.
me: its okay i guess. nothing too bad. just move away.
you: are you an ass? i can't move away. they are my damn clients.
me: stop calling me ass. shit you. you're the ass. i'm a whole human being.
you, i meant ass as in DONKEY, ass. haha.
me: you're SO not funny.
you: i am SO. no wait, i am not SO. you are SO, SO-phia. goodness, check out my wit. my ultimate prowess is twisting my words to crush my enemies like a coooocccccckkroach. HA HA HA.
me: shuddup.
you: ass.
me: you have a fat ass.
you: thanks. i always knew i had a knack for rearing farm animals, you, for instance. indeed, you look fat enough to slaughter for thanksgiving dinner now. too bad you're not a turkey but rather, an ass.
me: SHUDDUP. i will not talk to you for the next year or so.
I HATED YOU FOR THE "SCINTILLATING" CONVERSATIONS YOU LOVED TO ENGAGE ME IN.
sigh.
i also remember how you used to ask me to read more of the papers, to read all the political issues in Time mag, to watch bbc and cnn.
in your own words, "to keep abreast of the times."
i could never hold up against you when you decided to rattle off about current affairs.
you said it'd help me when i talked to the big bosses, that you were training me for my future.
how you used to hide the Life section of the Straits Times so i'd read the other sections.
how you brought back newspapers from everywhere for me to read.
you always said you did everything in my best interest.
you lied too, we're all inherently selfish.
you merely wanted someone who could spar with you intellectually, in your own terms.
you merely wanted to prepare me for the day that when you brought me to see your big-shot friends, i'd hold up on my own and not embarrass the shit out of you.
you merely wanted your ideal version of a partner that you conjured up in that little head of yours.
we all lie. but most of all, i lied to myself.
--
if not, i was just lying to myself all the damn time.
goodness, whoever said when you work, you don't bring your work back was a complete liar!!
you do! in fact just like the dreaded exams, it stays lingering at the back of your mind waiting to implode on a nice sunny thursday morning.
drats.
i look at my TO-DO list and i can only sigh.
its 11am and i am only nearly half-done.
--
its nearly always is a case of "you say, i say, but we don't get."
my itchy fingers wanted to dial your digitzzzzz but i resisted.
i think i'm getting pretty good at this whole RESIST D.Y.D. game.
in fact i'm a pro, so good that currently my score for it is 9924189483798712 and i'm on level 99/100.
bloody shit.
i remember a particularly amusing conversation i had with you eons ago.
I HATE IT THAT I REMEMBER WHOLE CONVERSATIONS WITH YOU WORD-FOR-WORD.
you: i hate 2nd hand smoke.
me: its okay i guess. nothing too bad. just move away.
you: are you an ass? i can't move away. they are my damn clients.
me: stop calling me ass. shit you. you're the ass. i'm a whole human being.
you, i meant ass as in DONKEY, ass. haha.
me: you're SO not funny.
you: i am SO. no wait, i am not SO. you are SO, SO-phia. goodness, check out my wit. my ultimate prowess is twisting my words to crush my enemies like a coooocccccckkroach. HA HA HA.
me: shuddup.
you: ass.
me: you have a fat ass.
you: thanks. i always knew i had a knack for rearing farm animals, you, for instance. indeed, you look fat enough to slaughter for thanksgiving dinner now. too bad you're not a turkey but rather, an ass.
me: SHUDDUP. i will not talk to you for the next year or so.
I HATED YOU FOR THE "SCINTILLATING" CONVERSATIONS YOU LOVED TO ENGAGE ME IN.
sigh.
i also remember how you used to ask me to read more of the papers, to read all the political issues in Time mag, to watch bbc and cnn.
in your own words, "to keep abreast of the times."
i could never hold up against you when you decided to rattle off about current affairs.
you said it'd help me when i talked to the big bosses, that you were training me for my future.
how you used to hide the Life section of the Straits Times so i'd read the other sections.
how you brought back newspapers from everywhere for me to read.
you always said you did everything in my best interest.
you lied too, we're all inherently selfish.
you merely wanted someone who could spar with you intellectually, in your own terms.
you merely wanted to prepare me for the day that when you brought me to see your big-shot friends, i'd hold up on my own and not embarrass the shit out of you.
you merely wanted your ideal version of a partner that you conjured up in that little head of yours.
we all lie. but most of all, i lied to myself.
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
RACHEL THIS BLOG POST IS FOR YOU
super sianzeration.
well, its like 6pm and i'm supposed to have left office like half an hour ago.
but i feel a tad lazy and the office is a nice place to relac-jackeration.
i wonder what will happen if we add an "ation" behind everything.
since rachel has finally started reading my blog, this post is for her.
rachelation wouldation liketation gotation foration supperation tomorrowation nightation?
okaylation?
afteration workation, sophiestication willation beation eatingation withation myation colleagueation.
willation callation afteration everythingation.
ONZation.
GEDDIT?
HAHAHAHHA. no translation there.
goodbyelation.
leavingation nowation.
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super sianzeration.
well, its like 6pm and i'm supposed to have left office like half an hour ago.
but i feel a tad lazy and the office is a nice place to relac-jackeration.
i wonder what will happen if we add an "ation" behind everything.
since rachel has finally started reading my blog, this post is for her.
rachelation wouldation liketation gotation foration supperation tomorrowation nightation?
okaylation?
afteration workation, sophiestication willation beation eatingation withation myation colleagueation.
willation callation afteration everythingation.
ONZation.
GEDDIT?
HAHAHAHHA. no translation there.
goodbyelation.
leavingation nowation.
--
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
the post about the singing painters.
did i tell you my building's getting a paint job?
no?
well, let me tell you that my building is getting a paint job.
AND WHAT THE SHIT.
the painters' scaffolding is right outside my office window.
yes i sit right next to my back facing the window.
and the painters' (i'm assuming that they are bangla workers) are singing their tamil/hindi songs at the top of their voices in acapella!!!!!!
(they actually sync it quite well sia)
yes, its like having a live performance right next to me except..... i'm not at timbre and the people singing aren't from goodfellas.
i have to admit they have pretty good voices... but still!!!!!
goodness, its been going on for a good 15 minutes.
okay they stopped...
no wait, they didn't.
they just ended one song and they're starting another one.
wah, mite as well start the painter's singing symphony or something.
all their lacking are some of those traditional instruments.
i'm very sure the building management didn't pay for live entertainment.
kill me please.
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did i tell you my building's getting a paint job?
no?
well, let me tell you that my building is getting a paint job.
AND WHAT THE SHIT.
the painters' scaffolding is right outside my office window.
yes i sit right next to my back facing the window.
and the painters' (i'm assuming that they are bangla workers) are singing their tamil/hindi songs at the top of their voices in acapella!!!!!!
(they actually sync it quite well sia)
yes, its like having a live performance right next to me except..... i'm not at timbre and the people singing aren't from goodfellas.
i have to admit they have pretty good voices... but still!!!!!
goodness, its been going on for a good 15 minutes.
okay they stopped...
no wait, they didn't.
they just ended one song and they're starting another one.
wah, mite as well start the painter's singing symphony or something.
all their lacking are some of those traditional instruments.
i'm very sure the building management didn't pay for live entertainment.
kill me please.
--
that post that i tell you that i have been trawling fashion blogs & sites
did i tell you i've been trawling fashion blogs and sites?
NO?
well, let me tell you that i have been trawling fashion blogs and sites.
and i have also discovered that i have rather adeptly acquired a skill known as Multi-Tasking!
i can do all these at once:
1. cradle phone b/w hands and ears.
2. reply emails.
3. trawl fashion sites.
an extrememly useful skill!!!
i take precious time (yeah, right) out of work to present to you:
(edit: the picture sorta got covered halfway, to see full picture just click on it or somethin'.)
Scott Sternberg for Boy by Band of Outsiders.
Spring RTW 2009
in my rather limited & layman descriptive abilities;
SUPER CHIONESS CAN! (its a compliment when i say that okay.)
i wish i could replicate all these looks for work on my (current) shoestring clothes budget.
the shoes, omg. i want a pair!!
then again, model above is kirsten dunst who's probably like 1.7^infinity tall and who's a size -43.
you get my point eh?
anyway, i've tried being a tad bit adventurous with my looks for work.
trying to inject abit of "joy" into my usually staidly looks.
which has been met with a shake of the head, frowns & a good dressing down or more like, dressing UP.
in my boss's actual words:
girl, you do know you're working in an electrical distribution firm & NOT fashion/PR/ firm right?
OF COURSE I KNOW LAH.
i'm also trying leh.
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did i tell you i've been trawling fashion blogs and sites?
NO?
well, let me tell you that i have been trawling fashion blogs and sites.
and i have also discovered that i have rather adeptly acquired a skill known as Multi-Tasking!
i can do all these at once:
1. cradle phone b/w hands and ears.
2. reply emails.
3. trawl fashion sites.
an extrememly useful skill!!!
i take precious time (yeah, right) out of work to present to you:
(edit: the picture sorta got covered halfway, to see full picture just click on it or somethin'.)
Scott Sternberg for Boy by Band of Outsiders.
Spring RTW 2009
in my rather limited & layman descriptive abilities;
SUPER CHIONESS CAN! (its a compliment when i say that okay.)
i wish i could replicate all these looks for work on my (current) shoestring clothes budget.
the shoes, omg. i want a pair!!
then again, model above is kirsten dunst who's probably like 1.7^infinity tall and who's a size -43.
you get my point eh?
anyway, i've tried being a tad bit adventurous with my looks for work.
trying to inject abit of "joy" into my usually staidly looks.
which has been met with a shake of the head, frowns & a good dressing down or more like, dressing UP.
in my boss's actual words:
girl, you do know you're working in an electrical distribution firm & NOT fashion/PR/ firm right?
OF COURSE I KNOW LAH.
i'm also trying leh.
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
i noticed that i can't seem to collect my thoughts.
it is jam packed up there and all my thoughts are running amok.
thoughts on the superficial.
i did another pedi on saturday with my colleague.
i think i'm a tad bit addicted to pedis. okay, i am addicted.
its such a nice feeling looking down at your feet with NO dry skin and painted nails that are properly done. yeah, not the i-anyhow-paint kind.
i need to trim my hair and a dye job.
the stark difference b/w dyed part and black hair is rather put-offish.
goodness my fringe touches my lips. i kiss my hair, kisskisskisskiss hair. so long already ah sophia!
it's been 3 years since i wore it THIS LONG!
thoughts on work.
i made a mistake last week.
something that nearly warranted my manager to whack me on the head with her heels.
but being the nice person she is, she didn't and i managed to clear up the mangled mess i made.
hopefully all things will be a-okay by the end of today. (it rhymes!)
my boss has offered me a chance to go to HK for some seminars & talks.
(boring shite if you ask me.)
the catch is, they only have a budget for the registration and training fees + accomodation + meals which is quite alot already.
so i gotta cough up the airfare myself which stands at about 500bucks from jetstar.
i have half a mind not to go because I HAVE NO MONEY LAH WAHLAU.
but only airfare for an all-expenses-paid trip!!
my colleague has jumped on the bandwagon and is urging me to go so we can share a room and go oceanpark.
i dont know lah.
should i go?
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it is jam packed up there and all my thoughts are running amok.
thoughts on the superficial.
i did another pedi on saturday with my colleague.
i think i'm a tad bit addicted to pedis. okay, i am addicted.
its such a nice feeling looking down at your feet with NO dry skin and painted nails that are properly done. yeah, not the i-anyhow-paint kind.
i need to trim my hair and a dye job.
the stark difference b/w dyed part and black hair is rather put-offish.
goodness my fringe touches my lips. i kiss my hair, kisskisskisskiss hair. so long already ah sophia!
it's been 3 years since i wore it THIS LONG!
thoughts on work.
i made a mistake last week.
something that nearly warranted my manager to whack me on the head with her heels.
but being the nice person she is, she didn't and i managed to clear up the mangled mess i made.
hopefully all things will be a-okay by the end of today. (it rhymes!)
my boss has offered me a chance to go to HK for some seminars & talks.
(boring shite if you ask me.)
the catch is, they only have a budget for the registration and training fees + accomodation + meals which is quite alot already.
so i gotta cough up the airfare myself which stands at about 500bucks from jetstar.
i have half a mind not to go because I HAVE NO MONEY LAH WAHLAU.
but only airfare for an all-expenses-paid trip!!
my colleague has jumped on the bandwagon and is urging me to go so we can share a room and go oceanpark.
i dont know lah.
should i go?
--
i've been addicted to a whole host of sites.
the internet is freaken amazing.
i can't even remember LIFE WITHOUT IT.
check this site out!
del.icio.us
Delicious (formerly del.icio.us, pronounced "delicious") is a social bookmarking web service for storing, sharing, and discovering web bookmarks. The site was founded by Joshua Schachter in 2003 and acquired by Yahoo! in 2005. It has more than five million users and 150 million bookmarked URLs.
credits: wikipedia
you can pretty much get the most amazing shit outta delicious.
very interesting bookmarks i say. give it a go.
then there's the whole host of fashion blogs.
credits: thesartorialist
blogs that make you wish you wore the above to work instead of:
A WHITE SHIRT AND BLACK SKIRT.
couldn't find a picture so use your damn imagination lah.
yea, fashionation, childhoodflames, cherrymagazine, thesartorialist, wottoncool, soonlee.. cannot remember all lah. haiya. but you get what i mean.
then there's wikipedia.
GOODNESS, did i tell you how much i love that site.
recently i read an article in Time mag or was it straits times?
can't remember where i read it but anyway, it was pretty interesting about how many errors an entry that wikipedia had as compared to encylopedia britannica. and how Jimmy Wales aims to lower it.
a whole host of strangers writing stuff about what they know.
you'd think it might end up having a hugeload of mistakes but surprisingly....
eh like that not that many leh.
this sort of coincides with --> New Yorker columnist James Surowiecki explores a deceptively simple idea that has profound implications: large groups of people are smarter than an elite few, no matter how brilliant—better at solving problems, fostering innovation, coming to wise decisions, even predicting the future.
its pretty interesting shit if you ask me. then again, i've always learnt not to believe everything i read wholesale so ya.
u can borrow it if you want but i don't know who i lent it too. dammit.
return me leh. :(
article about wikipedia
i even read mommy and daddy blogs.
metrodad, thenewbornidentity, thesphorsaremultiplying, thewindinmyvagina, karencheng.
so paiseh.
the wonders of the internet.
okay, i should stop here and go play texas hold'em on ijji.
wo ai interneck!
--
the internet is freaken amazing.
i can't even remember LIFE WITHOUT IT.
check this site out!
del.icio.us
Delicious (formerly del.icio.us, pronounced "delicious") is a social bookmarking web service for storing, sharing, and discovering web bookmarks. The site was founded by Joshua Schachter in 2003 and acquired by Yahoo! in 2005. It has more than five million users and 150 million bookmarked URLs.
credits: wikipedia
you can pretty much get the most amazing shit outta delicious.
very interesting bookmarks i say. give it a go.
then there's the whole host of fashion blogs.
credits: thesartorialist
blogs that make you wish you wore the above to work instead of:
A WHITE SHIRT AND BLACK SKIRT.
couldn't find a picture so use your damn imagination lah.
yea, fashionation, childhoodflames, cherrymagazine, thesartorialist, wottoncool, soonlee.. cannot remember all lah. haiya. but you get what i mean.
then there's wikipedia.
GOODNESS, did i tell you how much i love that site.
recently i read an article in Time mag or was it straits times?
can't remember where i read it but anyway, it was pretty interesting about how many errors an entry that wikipedia had as compared to encylopedia britannica. and how Jimmy Wales aims to lower it.
a whole host of strangers writing stuff about what they know.
you'd think it might end up having a hugeload of mistakes but surprisingly....
eh like that not that many leh.
this sort of coincides with --> New Yorker columnist James Surowiecki explores a deceptively simple idea that has profound implications: large groups of people are smarter than an elite few, no matter how brilliant—better at solving problems, fostering innovation, coming to wise decisions, even predicting the future.
its pretty interesting shit if you ask me. then again, i've always learnt not to believe everything i read wholesale so ya.
u can borrow it if you want but i don't know who i lent it too. dammit.
return me leh. :(
article about wikipedia
i even read mommy and daddy blogs.
metrodad, thenewbornidentity, thesphorsaremultiplying, thewindinmyvagina, karencheng.
so paiseh.
the wonders of the internet.
okay, i should stop here and go play texas hold'em on ijji.
wo ai interneck!
--
Thursday, September 18, 2008
last night rui and i had this spending spree at topshop.
well she went a little crazy with the whole checkered blouses thingo.
i only bought a long grey cardi influenced by constance's picture of blair waldorf/leighton meester. (she's so chio!!) haiyo. but blake lively also very chio lah, i can't decide who i think is chio-er.
OKAY SOPHIA BACK TO THE DAMN POINT.
so yes, we were at the cash register and rui after mulling for like 2 secs, decided that she'd get her 2nd checkered blouse of the night. (nearly the same colour and design as the first one she bought an hour earlier EXCEPT its sleeves were short.)
please read ensuing conversation with cashier...... some guy lah.
rui: excuse me, how much do i have to spend in a single receipt to get a topshop card?
cashier: huh?
rui -raising her voice- : how much do i have to spend in a single receipt to get a topshop card?
cashier: -pause- OH YES, checkered prints are really IN this season!!!!!
rui: okay NEVERMIND.
the thing was he said it in such a convicted, self assured and hyped up tone.
wah lau eh, i tried stifling my laughter but cannot sia. i was snorting beside her so much that i had to walk away before i convulsed in laughter right in his damn face.
some people are so... this is the first time a person went THIS OFF COURSE in any conversation i've ever had or heard.
i knew men were from mars and women from venus but this guy literally came from the black hole and beyond lah...
--
well she went a little crazy with the whole checkered blouses thingo.
i only bought a long grey cardi influenced by constance's picture of blair waldorf/leighton meester. (she's so chio!!) haiyo. but blake lively also very chio lah, i can't decide who i think is chio-er.
OKAY SOPHIA BACK TO THE DAMN POINT.
so yes, we were at the cash register and rui after mulling for like 2 secs, decided that she'd get her 2nd checkered blouse of the night. (nearly the same colour and design as the first one she bought an hour earlier EXCEPT its sleeves were short.)
please read ensuing conversation with cashier...... some guy lah.
rui: excuse me, how much do i have to spend in a single receipt to get a topshop card?
cashier: huh?
rui -raising her voice- : how much do i have to spend in a single receipt to get a topshop card?
cashier: -pause- OH YES, checkered prints are really IN this season!!!!!
rui: okay NEVERMIND.
the thing was he said it in such a convicted, self assured and hyped up tone.
wah lau eh, i tried stifling my laughter but cannot sia. i was snorting beside her so much that i had to walk away before i convulsed in laughter right in his damn face.
some people are so... this is the first time a person went THIS OFF COURSE in any conversation i've ever had or heard.
i knew men were from mars and women from venus but this guy literally came from the black hole and beyond lah...
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
today my colleague very GUO FEN!!!!
she forgot her wallet and then asked me pass it to her downstairs.
(due to the fire 2 weeks ago only 2 of the 6 lifts are working which means the lifts take unusually long and you may or may not get in cuz its usually very crowded.)
so i went downstairs to the petrol kiosk to pass to her... which is normally where we wait for each other during pick-ups.
then she wasn't there so i waited 10 minutes and then called her numerous of times but she NAIR PICK UP OKAY.
end up she msged me 1 word - carpark.
WHAT THE HELL!!
my building is currently undergoing a paint job which means that i have to climb past the barricade to get to the petrol kiosk and i did it in a pencil skirt.
now must climb BACK IN.
so i decided i had enough of lao kui-ing myself climbing over barricades cuz i also don't want to zao geng and let random construction workers see my panties OKAY which didn't happen earlier (HENG) dont know where all the bangla painters went also...
so i walked 1 huge round back into the carpark to pass her the wallet then she rolled down the window and scolded me ask me why i stupid go to the petrol kiosk.....
wah lau. I VERY VERY HOT AR.
then we proceeded to have a shouting match blaming each other.
me of her forgetting to take the wallet in the first place and making me wait stupidly at the petrol kiosk and climbing over barricade at the risk of bangla workers seeing my panties okay.
and her of me not asking where she was and plus her wallet was actually in my bag cuz we early morning go buy teh si siu dai and she dumped it in my bag.
it got so heated that a bunch of ang moh men stopped and stared and found it terribly amusing that 2 well-dressed executives were shouting at each other.
WIN OR NOT I ASK YOU?
end up she apologized because it is more or less her fault lah!!!
she owes me macs and i am a happy camper.
it was an eventful morning.
-the end-
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she forgot her wallet and then asked me pass it to her downstairs.
(due to the fire 2 weeks ago only 2 of the 6 lifts are working which means the lifts take unusually long and you may or may not get in cuz its usually very crowded.)
so i went downstairs to the petrol kiosk to pass to her... which is normally where we wait for each other during pick-ups.
then she wasn't there so i waited 10 minutes and then called her numerous of times but she NAIR PICK UP OKAY.
end up she msged me 1 word - carpark.
WHAT THE HELL!!
my building is currently undergoing a paint job which means that i have to climb past the barricade to get to the petrol kiosk and i did it in a pencil skirt.
now must climb BACK IN.
so i decided i had enough of lao kui-ing myself climbing over barricades cuz i also don't want to zao geng and let random construction workers see my panties OKAY which didn't happen earlier (HENG) dont know where all the bangla painters went also...
so i walked 1 huge round back into the carpark to pass her the wallet then she rolled down the window and scolded me ask me why i stupid go to the petrol kiosk.....
wah lau. I VERY VERY HOT AR.
then we proceeded to have a shouting match blaming each other.
me of her forgetting to take the wallet in the first place and making me wait stupidly at the petrol kiosk and climbing over barricade at the risk of bangla workers seeing my panties okay.
and her of me not asking where she was and plus her wallet was actually in my bag cuz we early morning go buy teh si siu dai and she dumped it in my bag.
it got so heated that a bunch of ang moh men stopped and stared and found it terribly amusing that 2 well-dressed executives were shouting at each other.
WIN OR NOT I ASK YOU?
end up she apologized because it is more or less her fault lah!!!
she owes me macs and i am a happy camper.
it was an eventful morning.
-the end-
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Thursday, September 11, 2008
Black, White and a dash of Green
today i wore an entirely black & white ensemble which seems to be the case most of the days.
can i help it that i'm not that adventurous when it comes to work wear? and plus, i can't dress too casually or i'd get my ass whipped. (not literally, of course.)
anyhow, i have a pair of pastel bright green flipflops complete with a faded metallic sheen lying under my desk which i wear to totter around the office to give my perpetually "heeled" feet a well-deserved break.
today, i wore said pair of flipflops with my black-white office ensemble out for lunch and strangely i felt, LIBERATED. like my mind & body belonged to work but my feet with its happy pastel green flipflops belonged to another world, the world where i was a student with an insane amount of free time and pretty much without a care in the world. i caught a couple of people giving me queer stares because i look EXTREMELY FORMAL sans blazer and MY HAPPY DAPPY FLIPPY FLOPPOS.
deep down, my true soul was reflected in that mismatched pair.
I,ME,MYSELF radiated from my feet and they were smiling.
and that made me happy inside.
even if it makes no sense to you.
--
today i wore an entirely black & white ensemble which seems to be the case most of the days.
can i help it that i'm not that adventurous when it comes to work wear? and plus, i can't dress too casually or i'd get my ass whipped. (not literally, of course.)
anyhow, i have a pair of pastel bright green flipflops complete with a faded metallic sheen lying under my desk which i wear to totter around the office to give my perpetually "heeled" feet a well-deserved break.
today, i wore said pair of flipflops with my black-white office ensemble out for lunch and strangely i felt, LIBERATED. like my mind & body belonged to work but my feet with its happy pastel green flipflops belonged to another world, the world where i was a student with an insane amount of free time and pretty much without a care in the world. i caught a couple of people giving me queer stares because i look EXTREMELY FORMAL sans blazer and MY HAPPY DAPPY FLIPPY FLOPPOS.
deep down, my true soul was reflected in that mismatched pair.
I,ME,MYSELF radiated from my feet and they were smiling.
and that made me happy inside.
even if it makes no sense to you.
--
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
perk-me-up(s) on the weekdays.
1) Books
i love the smell of a fresh paperback. (hahaha, sounds psycho)
i love borders 3 for 2 offers. there's nearly always something to buy until you realise that you've pretty much read all those you've wanted to and the ones that are left doesn't interest you in the slightest bit. AND, the ones that you want now are at the "new fiction". kns.
i just bought Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War' just because the cover is chio! (wahahaha!)
shiny red colour hardcover with gold chinese characters that reads "Pin Fa".
song bo!!!!!
2) Vanilla Latte & Oreo Cheesecake (from starbucks only)
burns a hole in the pocket but shiok as hell especially on a cold rainy day when you see other people rushing around under their too-small brollies and getting D-R-E-N-C-H-E-D while you're warm and cozy in a dim-lit starbucks joint sipping said latte.
booya! eheheheh.
3) T.G.I.F.(s)
no explanations needed.
i'd add more to the list when i have time. right now gotta get right back to work.
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1) Books
i love the smell of a fresh paperback. (hahaha, sounds psycho)
i love borders 3 for 2 offers. there's nearly always something to buy until you realise that you've pretty much read all those you've wanted to and the ones that are left doesn't interest you in the slightest bit. AND, the ones that you want now are at the "new fiction". kns.
i just bought Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War' just because the cover is chio! (wahahaha!)
shiny red colour hardcover with gold chinese characters that reads "Pin Fa".
song bo!!!!!
2) Vanilla Latte & Oreo Cheesecake (from starbucks only)
burns a hole in the pocket but shiok as hell especially on a cold rainy day when you see other people rushing around under their too-small brollies and getting D-R-E-N-C-H-E-D while you're warm and cozy in a dim-lit starbucks joint sipping said latte.
booya! eheheheh.
3) T.G.I.F.(s)
no explanations needed.
i'd add more to the list when i have time. right now gotta get right back to work.
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Monday, September 8, 2008
stupid thoughts like these.
"it doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, so long as it catches mice."
Deng Xiao Ping (DXP)
yeah, probably one of his most famous aphorisms.
so i was reading Goh Keng Swee's (GKS) 'A Portrait' these past couple of days in an attempt to appear well-read and "cheem". wahahah. not really lah, its a pretty good book if you ask me. at least now i know more about the founding fathers of Singapore.
anyone knows if Hon Hui Sen or Toh Chin Chye has autobiographies too?
okay, with regards to thatquip statement made by DXP which was featured in GSK's autobiography which is probably everywhere. i've heard it before but never knew who actually said it. (now i know lor! see, very informative right? i will only lend you the book if you promise to return it to me. everytime lend people books never come back one. kns.)
i digressed yet again.. so ya, back to that quote.. you're like supposed to think: how deep. yes very true indeed why did i never think that way huh? DXP is so deep.
wah lau eh.. first thought that popped up upon reading above statement:
"wah lau eh, whether a cat is black or white, i will also scream, shout and run away."
in true Lee Hong Rui (LHR) fashion
yeah, here i am, reading an SGD39.95 autobiography of one of the founding fathers of Singapore and i think about the stupid lines my friend would spurt should i tell her about this statement.
and let me tell you, i confirm burst out laughing and beat her on the back for her frankness.
bah, i want to think DEEPER THOUGHTS.
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"it doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, so long as it catches mice."
Deng Xiao Ping (DXP)
yeah, probably one of his most famous aphorisms.
so i was reading Goh Keng Swee's (GKS) 'A Portrait' these past couple of days in an attempt to appear well-read and "cheem". wahahah. not really lah, its a pretty good book if you ask me. at least now i know more about the founding fathers of Singapore.
anyone knows if Hon Hui Sen or Toh Chin Chye has autobiographies too?
okay, with regards to that
i digressed yet again.. so ya, back to that quote.. you're like supposed to think: how deep. yes very true indeed why did i never think that way huh? DXP is so deep.
wah lau eh.. first thought that popped up upon reading above statement:
"wah lau eh, whether a cat is black or white, i will also scream, shout and run away."
in true Lee Hong Rui (LHR) fashion
yeah, here i am, reading an SGD39.95 autobiography of one of the founding fathers of Singapore and i think about the stupid lines my friend would spurt should i tell her about this statement.
and let me tell you, i confirm burst out laughing and beat her on the back for her frankness.
bah, i want to think DEEPER THOUGHTS.
--
last night i went for a pedicure.
the 2nd one in my entire life and it was shiokk, i felt so pampered and loved.
after i left the place, i kept admiring my feet.
"wah very chio hor.. wah match my slippers."
anyway, i wore open toe heels today so i can admire my 30 lollar pampering session at the pedicurist.
so expensive lor.. but worth the joy lah.
shall go get my mandatory cup of kopi from the pantry now.
go www.nespresso.com.
shiokest coffee ever! so fun to play with the capsules.
somemore their mkting damn zhai.
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the 2nd one in my entire life and it was shiokk, i felt so pampered and loved.
after i left the place, i kept admiring my feet.
"wah very chio hor.. wah match my slippers."
anyway, i wore open toe heels today so i can admire my 30 lollar pampering session at the pedicurist.
so expensive lor.. but worth the joy lah.
shall go get my mandatory cup of kopi from the pantry now.
go www.nespresso.com.
shiokest coffee ever! so fun to play with the capsules.
somemore their mkting damn zhai.
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Thursday, September 4, 2008
love, hate or what you make of it.
why does love many a times encompass hate within its folds?
what line or boundaries do we have to cross before the former becomes the latter?
why is it sometimes, love feels like it comes in gushing torrents down a white water river.
and yet others, a soft, warm indescribable inkling that envelopes you inch by inch with each long-drawn breath, if you ask me i still can't quuite put a finger as to where it creeps out from or if it even creeps at all. maybe, it stomps out! but in such a discreet fashion that we'll never know for sure.
why is it love can cause your emotions to swing in such an extreme pendulum-like motion, leaving you with no regards of reality or even what constitutes normality.
love can make you lose reason, be completely illogical and make you absolutely unreasonable.
love can make you yet love can break you.
but one thing i know, it can never be measured with whatever scientific/automated equipment us mere mortals can conjure up with our nifty minute minds.
here lies the catch-22; it is as if we were created on purpose to have such an inept comprehension of something so simple yet profound.
thus once again, proving to us the very mortality we so fear of. (that's why the anti-aging industry is booming, my friends.)
we are but only human.
we can feel it, we yearn for it, we need it, we want it, we thrive on it, and yet so many of us withhold it without a qualm. (especially my friend whose name starts with a C and ends with an E, eheheh.)
the biggest irony, so many times, we act like we don't need it but actually deep down, we completely wholeheartedly believe in it.
i'm sold, are you?
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why does love many a times encompass hate within its folds?
what line or boundaries do we have to cross before the former becomes the latter?
why is it sometimes, love feels like it comes in gushing torrents down a white water river.
and yet others, a soft, warm indescribable inkling that envelopes you inch by inch with each long-drawn breath, if you ask me i still can't quuite put a finger as to where it creeps out from or if it even creeps at all. maybe, it stomps out! but in such a discreet fashion that we'll never know for sure.
why is it love can cause your emotions to swing in such an extreme pendulum-like motion, leaving you with no regards of reality or even what constitutes normality.
love can make you lose reason, be completely illogical and make you absolutely unreasonable.
love can make you yet love can break you.
but one thing i know, it can never be measured with whatever scientific/automated equipment us mere mortals can conjure up with our nifty minute minds.
here lies the catch-22; it is as if we were created on purpose to have such an inept comprehension of something so simple yet profound.
thus once again, proving to us the very mortality we so fear of. (that's why the anti-aging industry is booming, my friends.)
we are but only human.
we can feel it, we yearn for it, we need it, we want it, we thrive on it, and yet so many of us withhold it without a qualm. (especially my friend whose name starts with a C and ends with an E, eheheh.)
the biggest irony, so many times, we act like we don't need it but actually deep down, we completely wholeheartedly believe in it.
i'm sold, are you?
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Wednesday, September 3, 2008
texxxxxt me, texxxxxxxxt you.
i'm been sorta worried at the alarming rate my bank account seems to be depleting.
so i texted rui:
do you think i'm addicted to shopping?
her reply:
who's not?
i burst right out laughing. like guffaws.
its either she's a true friend OR i'm totally asking the wrong person.
no rui, i still ain't gonna ask yuejun how much she spends on shopping a month.
confirm less than half of what we do sia.
AHHAHA.
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i'm been sorta worried at the alarming rate my bank account seems to be depleting.
so i texted rui:
do you think i'm addicted to shopping?
her reply:
who's not?
i burst right out laughing. like guffaws.
its either she's a true friend OR i'm totally asking the wrong person.
no rui, i still ain't gonna ask yuejun how much she spends on shopping a month.
confirm less than half of what we do sia.
AHHAHA.
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okay, so like, i'm at my colleague's place using the internet connection while she's at the other table furiously typing away. (ahh, the usual boring stuff y'know? emails and whatnot.)
you see, the thing was we conspired to be at her place "working from home".
she has a pretty powerful wireless connection if you ask me.
but the thing with our whole conspiring was that we were supposed to feel more relax while "working from home".
wah lau, BULLSHIT. MORE STRESSED LOR....
cuz we're lacking the usual resources that we can get readily on hand at the office.
looks like this whole "working from home" thing isn't really working out.
BABE, LETS SCRAP THIS IDEA AND DRIVE BACK TO THE OFFICE LAH.
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you see, the thing was we conspired to be at her place "working from home".
she has a pretty powerful wireless connection if you ask me.
but the thing with our whole conspiring was that we were supposed to feel more relax while "working from home".
wah lau, BULLSHIT. MORE STRESSED LOR....
cuz we're lacking the usual resources that we can get readily on hand at the office.
looks like this whole "working from home" thing isn't really working out.
BABE, LETS SCRAP THIS IDEA AND DRIVE BACK TO THE OFFICE LAH.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
ready, get set, GO!
usually if its my designated stay-in-office weekday, by 4.30pm, i'd get all restless.
my neck hurts a little because the table is a tad too low and the chair a tad too high that means i usually end up bending over a slight bit the entire day.
my eyes get watery from over-staring at the computer screen and i start to get fidgety.
the last 1 hour can be torturous, especially when that day is quiet.
there's nothing much to do and not much work to clear because its all cleared already lah!
i'm getting more and more efficient. (self-praise is no praise)
today i stole my manager's crispy fried tasty thing from her vegeterian noodles.
"sophia, you do know you're stealing food off your BOSS's plate right?"
"yeah."
"good, i thought you forgot you know. cuz you just stole 25% of whatever i have of that crispy thing."
"oh. if u remember, i also paid for 100% of what you're ingesting now."
"fine. you win lor. don't drink your tehsi, i paid for 100% of it."
"you can drink 25% of it if you want in compensation."
-wry smile-
the bane of a smart ass manager is an even smarter ass subordinate.
so its 2 minutes to THE OFFICIAL TIME THAT I GET OFF WORK!
off, i GO!
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usually if its my designated stay-in-office weekday, by 4.30pm, i'd get all restless.
my neck hurts a little because the table is a tad too low and the chair a tad too high that means i usually end up bending over a slight bit the entire day.
my eyes get watery from over-staring at the computer screen and i start to get fidgety.
the last 1 hour can be torturous, especially when that day is quiet.
there's nothing much to do and not much work to clear because its all cleared already lah!
i'm getting more and more efficient. (self-praise is no praise)
today i stole my manager's crispy fried tasty thing from her vegeterian noodles.
"sophia, you do know you're stealing food off your BOSS's plate right?"
"yeah."
"good, i thought you forgot you know. cuz you just stole 25% of whatever i have of that crispy thing."
"oh. if u remember, i also paid for 100% of what you're ingesting now."
"fine. you win lor. don't drink your tehsi, i paid for 100% of it."
"you can drink 25% of it if you want in compensation."
-wry smile-
the bane of a smart ass manager is an even smarter ass subordinate.
so its 2 minutes to THE OFFICIAL TIME THAT I GET OFF WORK!
off, i GO!
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Size One-Oh-NO!
okaaay.
so i've been thinking that this month, i will set aside a small sum for 1 bag and a pair of shoes.
should i buy anything more, you are free to shoot my ass with an air gun if you can actually get one. (but i know you won't because you love me and and my ass isn't big enough for you to actually shoot right on target RIGHT, right?)
retail therapy... joy oh the joy.
i have a scheduled shopping trip with the ruirui after work this evening and i hope it'd be fruitful and economical.
eg. spending more on that said shoes and bag than FOOD.
everytime we go out, we end up spending the cash set aside for material items on "consummable" items.
i saw this semi-formal tee at topshop which i wanted last week.
so i took my usual size 10 off the rack and tried it on.
TMD!!! it was too tight.
i was so sad, eventhough i loved the detailing and with the right accessories i can pull off a casual but formal-enough office look which wouldn't get my ass fried for being overly casual, i couldn't bring myself to get it because i refused to try size 12.
i am a size 10 one lor.
whats happening.
even my skirt seems tight.
will you still be my friend if i got fat?
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okaaay.
so i've been thinking that this month, i will set aside a small sum for 1 bag and a pair of shoes.
should i buy anything more, you are free to shoot my ass with an air gun if you can actually get one. (but i know you won't because you love me and and my ass isn't big enough for you to actually shoot right on target RIGHT, right?)
retail therapy... joy oh the joy.
i have a scheduled shopping trip with the ruirui after work this evening and i hope it'd be fruitful and economical.
eg. spending more on that said shoes and bag than FOOD.
everytime we go out, we end up spending the cash set aside for material items on "consummable" items.
i saw this semi-formal tee at topshop which i wanted last week.
so i took my usual size 10 off the rack and tried it on.
TMD!!! it was too tight.
i was so sad, eventhough i loved the detailing and with the right accessories i can pull off a casual but formal-enough office look which wouldn't get my ass fried for being overly casual, i couldn't bring myself to get it because i refused to try size 12.
i am a size 10 one lor.
whats happening.
even my skirt seems tight.
will you still be my friend if i got fat?
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Sunday, August 24, 2008
That Elusive Effusive Perfection of a Bag
since i started working about.. lemme see, goodness, already 9 whole months!!??
well, i've been in search for the PERFECT WORK BAG.
i swear, i can buy totes, lug-arounds & carry-alls ANYWHERE.
but i need something classy, versatile and BIG enough to lug:
(it'll be good if its genuine leather! hoho!)
1. laptop charger and connecting cables.
2. my company's catalogue or 2.
3. the 2 wallets i have now (don't ask.)
4. make up pouch.
5. 1 organiser and 2 notebooks. (i know, don't ask.)
6. name card holder.
7. tissue paper.
8. water bottle.
9. 1 brolly. (for the rainy season only!)
10. plasters in case of blisters.
11. keys. and boy, they are a pretty HUGE bunch.
12. sales tools book. (well, preferable if i brought it but its okay to leave it behind.)
13. pocket calculator.
so yes, you get my point eh?
i've been trawling websites because i don't exactly have the luxury of time to shop like i used to.
YES, net-a-porter a couple of million times. BUT NOTHING.
the ones catch my fancy to are waaaaaaaaaay outta my budget.
and the ones that are cheaper just don't make the cut.
i don't want to blow like a thousand bucks on a bag just like that.
(i don't earn THAT much, i need to save too)
i want a timeless bag that i'd really love.
something not too flashy. it really doesn't have to be expensive or have a label.
great, now the criterion just went up YET again.
goodness, finding a boyfriend off the streets would be easier than finding THAT PERFECT BAG!!
where are you!!
to give you an idea, jimmy choo's ramona bag (black patented leather) does come close.
click me to take a look!
hahahha, but the price tag comes even closer. close enough to choke your windpipes and make you go: wah lau eh, ah neh gui. siao ar.
since i started working about.. lemme see, goodness, already 9 whole months!!??
well, i've been in search for the PERFECT WORK BAG.
i swear, i can buy totes, lug-arounds & carry-alls ANYWHERE.
but i need something classy, versatile and BIG enough to lug:
(it'll be good if its genuine leather! hoho!)
1. laptop charger and connecting cables.
2. my company's catalogue or 2.
3. the 2 wallets i have now (don't ask.)
4. make up pouch.
5. 1 organiser and 2 notebooks. (i know, don't ask.)
6. name card holder.
7. tissue paper.
8. water bottle.
9. 1 brolly. (for the rainy season only!)
10. plasters in case of blisters.
11. keys. and boy, they are a pretty HUGE bunch.
12. sales tools book. (well, preferable if i brought it but its okay to leave it behind.)
13. pocket calculator.
so yes, you get my point eh?
i've been trawling websites because i don't exactly have the luxury of time to shop like i used to.
YES, net-a-porter a couple of million times. BUT NOTHING.
the ones catch my fancy to are waaaaaaaaaay outta my budget.
and the ones that are cheaper just don't make the cut.
i don't want to blow like a thousand bucks on a bag just like that.
(i don't earn THAT much, i need to save too)
i want a timeless bag that i'd really love.
something not too flashy. it really doesn't have to be expensive or have a label.
great, now the criterion just went up YET again.
goodness, finding a boyfriend off the streets would be easier than finding THAT PERFECT BAG!!
where are you!!
to give you an idea, jimmy choo's ramona bag (black patented leather) does come close.
click me to take a look!
hahahha, but the price tag comes even closer. close enough to choke your windpipes and make you go: wah lau eh, ah neh gui. siao ar.
my poem for my bag till i find it.
WHERE ART THOU OH-PERFECT-BAG?
KEEP ME SEARCHING NO LONGER.
WHERE ART THOU OH-PERFECT-BAG?
KEEP ME SEARCHING NO LONGER.
LET MY EYES WANT TO WANDER, NO MORE.
AND TAME MY FRANTIC HEART.
SO COME REST UPON MY SHOULDERS;
OH-PERFECT-BAG.
FOR I HAVE SEEKED TILL MY BLOODY FINGERS ARE TIRED FROM SEARCHING FOR YOU ONLINE LAH. KANNA SAI.
whatever. shit, i want my IT bag.
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008
another boring day at work.
things that people don't want to read about but i will blog about anyway.
1. i busy from 9am sharp today nonstop until now, haven't eaten lunch. stomach growling like mad.
2. found leftover hash brown from morning that my colleague macdelivered to our office and ate whole cold and salty urgh hash brown.
3. never bite nails for 4 days already. zhai or not?
4. oh! colleague say wanna tabao famous hainan chai fan from central. song bo!
5. pretends to be very busy so no need to be volunteered to go with her to help carry and buy very long queue tau huay zhui.
6. just told my manager to keep quiet. HAHAHHHAHHAHA! because i say lunch is considered personal time like weekend so technically she's not my boss.
7. see her from far glaring at me and mumbling to herself.
8. i put all the numbered bullet points because i realise everyone like to send email in bullet point form so i think i kanna infected with this write everything in bullet point form disease.
9. shall end this blog post here.
10. thanks.
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things that people don't want to read about but i will blog about anyway.
1. i busy from 9am sharp today nonstop until now, haven't eaten lunch. stomach growling like mad.
2. found leftover hash brown from morning that my colleague macdelivered to our office and ate whole cold and salty urgh hash brown.
3. never bite nails for 4 days already. zhai or not?
4. oh! colleague say wanna tabao famous hainan chai fan from central. song bo!
5. pretends to be very busy so no need to be volunteered to go with her to help carry and buy very long queue tau huay zhui.
6. just told my manager to keep quiet. HAHAHHHAHHAHA! because i say lunch is considered personal time like weekend so technically she's not my boss.
7. see her from far glaring at me and mumbling to herself.
8. i put all the numbered bullet points because i realise everyone like to send email in bullet point form so i think i kanna infected with this write everything in bullet point form disease.
9. shall end this blog post here.
10. thanks.
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Monday, August 18, 2008
random things that happened in the office that is not really worth blogging about but i feel like blogging about it CANNOT AR?
> yesterday i went to the nearby fruit store down at the central to get me a coupla apples to munch on. and i ate 3. (i like apples, you gotta problem with that?) so yes, i realised after a huge burp much to the disgust of my colleague and 3 apples later that i totally forgot to take out the stickers which means that i ate the bloody stickers. i wonder if its digestable because i might just end up having erm... stickers in my intestines or i can also call 'em: intestinal stickers or sticker on sai tube wall! hahahahha, so funny! whatever sophia.
> problems = knowledge. i know, since when did problems become knowledge!!?? problems are.... best avoided with a 10^infinity pole. but i have devised an equation.. machiam so zhai hor?
so you see, according to Prof. Ong:
problems -> hunt for a solution -> try all possible ways solve it -> cracking one's brain -> seeking other people's help should you fail to solve it with one's brain -> find a viable solution -> learn more in the process -> KNOWLEDGE!
so simple right!!!
this is a peptalk for self because if i ain't givin' myself a pep talk, no one's gonna give me one to.
(except my dad, when he's in his philosophical moods.)
yeah, problems at work can be solved like that, so easily but what about problems with PEOPLE.
(i wrote this super long paragraph about how much i hate......... people like that. but i decided to hold on to the backspace without letting it go.
its really no point letting things at work get to me when this is supposed to be a place to record happy things. i know for sure one day i'd look back and laugh just like i always have with all my previous blogs.)
so yes, i hold on to the surety that someday you'd begin to like me as much as i will also begin to like and trust you now.
well, someone's gotta start somewhere. i try to believe that people are not inherently evil.
and maybe somewhere in thatpig face and soul of yours, you're nice too.
ASS. okay i take it back. sorraye.
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> yesterday i went to the nearby fruit store down at the central to get me a coupla apples to munch on. and i ate 3. (i like apples, you gotta problem with that?) so yes, i realised after a huge burp much to the disgust of my colleague and 3 apples later that i totally forgot to take out the stickers which means that i ate the bloody stickers. i wonder if its digestable because i might just end up having erm... stickers in my intestines or i can also call 'em: intestinal stickers or sticker on sai tube wall! hahahahha, so funny! whatever sophia.
> problems = knowledge. i know, since when did problems become knowledge!!?? problems are.... best avoided with a 10^infinity pole. but i have devised an equation.. machiam so zhai hor?
so you see, according to Prof. Ong:
problems -> hunt for a solution -> try all possible ways solve it -> cracking one's brain -> seeking other people's help should you fail to solve it with one's brain -> find a viable solution -> learn more in the process -> KNOWLEDGE!
so simple right!!!
this is a peptalk for self because if i ain't givin' myself a pep talk, no one's gonna give me one to.
(except my dad, when he's in his philosophical moods.)
yeah, problems at work can be solved like that, so easily but what about problems with PEOPLE.
(i wrote this super long paragraph about how much i hate......... people like that. but i decided to hold on to the backspace without letting it go.
its really no point letting things at work get to me when this is supposed to be a place to record happy things. i know for sure one day i'd look back and laugh just like i always have with all my previous blogs.)
so yes, i hold on to the surety that someday you'd begin to like me as much as i will also begin to like and trust you now.
well, someone's gotta start somewhere. i try to believe that people are not inherently evil.
and maybe somewhere in that
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
i had this random thought earlier in the day.
a nice thought, unlike the many others that were swimming in my head which isn't suitable blog content.
YAH, back to the random thought.
i was thinking: what was everyone's favourite animal when they were 7?
i asked around the office, not that there are many of us but still... i felt like knowing..
top animal to love when you are 7 years of age!
DOLPHINS!
everyone i asked said dolphins and it wasn't because i badgered them going: isitdolphins?mustbedolphinsright?correct?amiright?
everyone liked dolphins! regardless male or female but i suspect the male species of the 80s preferred turtles (mutant ones with different coloured bandanas, of course).
from what i remember, the fragments of it, all the girls in my primary 1C class loved Dolphins.
followed by Koala Bears.
and the occasional random other animal: polar bear, giraffe..
but usually it was Dolphins.
i do wonder why.
was it because you know on tv and whatnot, dolphins were always portrayed as "friendly" & "kind" animals that will save you from sharks if you were swimming in the sea that kinda thing.
which is such bullshit cuz has anyone of you who just read this ever been saved by a dolphin when being confronted by a shark out in the open sea?
what is the freaken percentage of that even happening sia.. hahaha.
so yes, i didn't lie, this is random right?
hurhur.
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a nice thought, unlike the many others that were swimming in my head which isn't suitable blog content.
YAH, back to the random thought.
i was thinking: what was everyone's favourite animal when they were 7?
i asked around the office, not that there are many of us but still... i felt like knowing..
top animal to love when you are 7 years of age!
DOLPHINS!
everyone i asked said dolphins and it wasn't because i badgered them going: isitdolphins?mustbedolphinsright?correct?amiright?
everyone liked dolphins! regardless male or female but i suspect the male species of the 80s preferred turtles (mutant ones with different coloured bandanas, of course).
from what i remember, the fragments of it, all the girls in my primary 1C class loved Dolphins.
followed by Koala Bears.
and the occasional random other animal: polar bear, giraffe..
but usually it was Dolphins.
i do wonder why.
was it because you know on tv and whatnot, dolphins were always portrayed as "friendly" & "kind" animals that will save you from sharks if you were swimming in the sea that kinda thing.
which is such bullshit cuz has anyone of you who just read this ever been saved by a dolphin when being confronted by a shark out in the open sea?
what is the freaken percentage of that even happening sia.. hahaha.
so yes, i didn't lie, this is random right?
hurhur.
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Thursday, August 7, 2008
and the beginning of yet another blog.
i decided that i would get a blog that's public.
i do enjoy blogging, i really do.
it makes me feel happy somehow.
i think its an outlet.
mmmm, yes it is, everytime i blog something i like, i get to call a friend (usually constance) and go: "oei go read my blog now lehhhh. prease prease prease. its very funny one! because its making fun of you."
ahhh, the little joys of living eh?
my 1st blog address was out-damned-spot.blogspot.com
let me let you in on a secret which technically wouldn't be a secret anymore if i gave everyone this blog address and they read this so i am contradicting myself. shikes, whatever.
this word was actually taken from some beauty billboard with a hugeass zit zoomed in and the extremely HUGE tagline going "OUT DAMNED SPOT!"
i loved that word. at least i used to think it in many other forms whenever i spotted a new zit in the morning when i was 16/17.
"wah lau, shit you pimple, go away."
"NEW ONE, DIE YOU ASS. DIE" (technically when i stare into the mirror & do that, it was as if i was cursing myself. my mom actually thought i had some identity/inferiority issues when that morning ritual took place but of course i assured her that i was merely cursing the red spot that rested atop of whereever it was resting that morning. she didn't seem convinced though & i wonder why. i am very sane, am i not? or am i not? no, you don't have to answer this question constance neo although i can already imagine you with your answer forming on your lips as you read this from your desktop in the middle of the night.)
oh no, i deviated.
okok, so yes, i named my first blog such was because that 3 words captured the essence of what i wanted so much to say in the early mornings before school when a new zit popped out.
my second blog address was mandarin-motif.blogspot.com
i was in the "lets play with pretty words & a make pretty name for my blog address."
i thought LOOOOOOONGGG and HAAAAAAAAAAAAARDDDDDD and came up with this.
i admit i still like it best, its even nicer and prettier than the one i have now.
it sounds sophisticated and you-know-what-i-mean-lah-hor.
its the blog that i really blogged at. (like nearly every freaken day can.)
well, with this blog don't expect much.
last night whilst we were resting under some random HDB void deck, jing asked why i didn't blog anymore or why i kept it private.
rui answered "well, people who know us and actually care will really know whats going on in our lives, they don't need our blogs to find out so it doesn't matter if we kept out blogs private or public."
i absolutely agree wholeheartedly.
so this isn't a blog where you'd be updated about whats been going on or who have i been seeing.
but its really a record of sorts, things i write about that i wouldn't mind letting my 15 year old grandkid read like 40 years down the road without worrying if it might contain expletives or something i wouldn't want them to read.
it is my opinion for this time regardless of whether it makes sense or that it is right or not.
it is what i feel like saying at this point of time.
thus my blog address epitomises it pretty well eh?
very singaporean i feel. haha.
"what-say-me.blogspot.com"
don't expect to be blown away. just expect me. :)
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i decided that i would get a blog that's public.
i do enjoy blogging, i really do.
it makes me feel happy somehow.
i think its an outlet.
mmmm, yes it is, everytime i blog something i like, i get to call a friend (usually constance) and go: "oei go read my blog now lehhhh. prease prease prease. its very funny one! because its making fun of you."
ahhh, the little joys of living eh?
my 1st blog address was out-damned-spot.blogspot.com
let me let you in on a secret which technically wouldn't be a secret anymore if i gave everyone this blog address and they read this so i am contradicting myself. shikes, whatever.
this word was actually taken from some beauty billboard with a hugeass zit zoomed in and the extremely HUGE tagline going "OUT DAMNED SPOT!"
i loved that word. at least i used to think it in many other forms whenever i spotted a new zit in the morning when i was 16/17.
"wah lau, shit you pimple, go away."
"NEW ONE, DIE YOU ASS. DIE" (technically when i stare into the mirror & do that, it was as if i was cursing myself. my mom actually thought i had some identity/inferiority issues when that morning ritual took place but of course i assured her that i was merely cursing the red spot that rested atop of whereever it was resting that morning. she didn't seem convinced though & i wonder why. i am very sane, am i not? or am i not? no, you don't have to answer this question constance neo although i can already imagine you with your answer forming on your lips as you read this from your desktop in the middle of the night.)
oh no, i deviated.
okok, so yes, i named my first blog such was because that 3 words captured the essence of what i wanted so much to say in the early mornings before school when a new zit popped out.
my second blog address was mandarin-motif.blogspot.com
i was in the "lets play with pretty words & a make pretty name for my blog address."
i thought LOOOOOOONGGG and HAAAAAAAAAAAAARDDDDDD and came up with this.
i admit i still like it best, its even nicer and prettier than the one i have now.
it sounds sophisticated and you-know-what-i-mean-lah-hor.
its the blog that i really blogged at. (like nearly every freaken day can.)
well, with this blog don't expect much.
last night whilst we were resting under some random HDB void deck, jing asked why i didn't blog anymore or why i kept it private.
rui answered "well, people who know us and actually care will really know whats going on in our lives, they don't need our blogs to find out so it doesn't matter if we kept out blogs private or public."
i absolutely agree wholeheartedly.
so this isn't a blog where you'd be updated about whats been going on or who have i been seeing.
but its really a record of sorts, things i write about that i wouldn't mind letting my 15 year old grandkid read like 40 years down the road without worrying if it might contain expletives or something i wouldn't want them to read.
it is my opinion for this time regardless of whether it makes sense or that it is right or not.
it is what i feel like saying at this point of time.
thus my blog address epitomises it pretty well eh?
very singaporean i feel. haha.
"what-say-me.blogspot.com"
don't expect to be blown away. just expect me. :)
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