"choose someone not for their outward appearance or charm because we all grow old, crumble and die. choose someone with a good heart, because the heart, lasts for a lifetime."

someone wise

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.

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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.

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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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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.)

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.


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i admit i haven't been happy eventhough i tried to run so far away thinking it would help but no it doesn't help in the slightest bit.
i actually have the answer, it all boils down to having the determination to act on it.

planning is always so easy, execution? a whole other story.

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what you miss completely and what you don't.

colleague: sophie, want anything from shanghai?
me: a mulberry roxanne bag please.
colleague: thats pretty impossible.
me: okay, some food then.
colleague: okay.
me: YOU'RE GOING SHANGHAI!!!???

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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.

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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.

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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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