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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I, Ms.Yew

these past couple of days have been trying.

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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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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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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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what i really think.











i don't want to work anymore.









what i'd really do.









continue working.


such is life.

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black monday morning
(no financial crashes here though.)

sudden appearance, breakfast, car ride, shouting, hurtful words, tears.

back to work, folks.

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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!

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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...

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siaooo, everyday everyone also busy, you think you're the only one?

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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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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.

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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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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 that quip 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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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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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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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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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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