Terror driver you YC! Parking right in the middle of the road. And became the "gui tao" ("leader") where another car follow suite and park the same way as you do. Mr Bean is sure a nice place to hang out late in the night when its not crowded. Lets grab some food and speed away the next time!
And you! Purposely left your wallet on my sofa so that I will come out meet you again. Mischievous ideas you have, don't know where you learn all these from....
090909. It sounds easy to remember for a early stage senile me. But many ppl will chose that date too. I am thinking of maybe 1st April where others thought we are kidding with them? Or on Chirstmas day ("All I want for chirstmas...is you..") which fits the romantic ambience?. Or on Mid Autmn Fest? I don know but these are the few I like. Else make any other normal date to be memorable, it will be good too.
Will that day ever comes?
If it comes, will it everlast?
If it everlast, will it be till the end of time?
I don know, you don know, no one will know.
But at this moment, it's just so hard to say "No"...
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Interesting!
Came across this from a blog:
"Say also don't listen.
Listen also don't understand.
Dont understand also don't ask.
Ask also don't do.
Do also do wrong.
Wrong also don't admit.
Admit also don't correct.
Correct also not happy.
Not happy also don't say."
LOL! Dont you think it sounds so much like ourselves or the ppl ard us???? No deny many of us falls into this situation many times when we accuse someone who is in the wrong. Living in denial, when we have no courage to say "I am sorry". Living in denial, the accuser or the accused?
Claypot Fishhead
He has been so nice, always asking when he can come over for dinner. Always teasing about that. And so, yesterday I finally invited him over. His 1st meal at my house. My mum cooked claypot fish head last night. He is really in luck.
Came over in his shirt and pants, he fetched me from work. There he is! Chatting "formally" with my dad in his formal wear when we reached home. I helped to clean up the kitchen abit while mum is still in the mid of preparing our dinner. Finally when things are done, we had our dinner and he sure loves the claypot fish head. :) Though fish is not my love, but I ate a little, clearing more of the toufus and mushrooms.
So I cleaned and washed up his plates and I knew he is smiling sheepishly and staring at my back. Then he went over to chat with my dad again while I bath and get prepared to go out with him and ginnise. We went to Taka to get some things done, then back home again.
He asked if there is still claypot fish head. I said yes but left over leh. He didnt mind and finished it up! That is him, always appreciative and smiley. A man who is willing to put down his ego is a man who really loves you. LOL! Some ppl may not want to eat cold left over food you know? Then I logged on to my msn listing, going thru and introducing my online friends to him which is about a 120 over but half were always offline.
Again, he is sitting on the sofa now, but this time, next to me. We surfed the net, watched the tv programmes, chatted alot under the dimly lit living room. That homely feeling, those serious chats, his concerns and care, he padded my head and smiled at me.
How he hope he could speed up time, how touched he was after reading my blog entries, that he kept staring at my face as and when after he finished reading one entry about him, then rub my back and say "silly girl" and smiled without a word. In the back of my mind, I was thinking if you ever drop a tear infront of me now I will give you tight slap!" But was it really that touching? But its just facts and some emotional release thru words that I wrote.
Many times I wish I could say those words out how I appreciate you but I am a hard core ego woman who could only use another communication medium, which is through my blog, where you can find traces of how much you mean to me. I dont call you honey bee, sweetie boy, hunky man or baby...
But I do care for you. :)
Came over in his shirt and pants, he fetched me from work. There he is! Chatting "formally" with my dad in his formal wear when we reached home. I helped to clean up the kitchen abit while mum is still in the mid of preparing our dinner. Finally when things are done, we had our dinner and he sure loves the claypot fish head. :) Though fish is not my love, but I ate a little, clearing more of the toufus and mushrooms.
So I cleaned and washed up his plates and I knew he is smiling sheepishly and staring at my back. Then he went over to chat with my dad again while I bath and get prepared to go out with him and ginnise. We went to Taka to get some things done, then back home again.
He asked if there is still claypot fish head. I said yes but left over leh. He didnt mind and finished it up! That is him, always appreciative and smiley. A man who is willing to put down his ego is a man who really loves you. LOL! Some ppl may not want to eat cold left over food you know? Then I logged on to my msn listing, going thru and introducing my online friends to him which is about a 120 over but half were always offline.
Again, he is sitting on the sofa now, but this time, next to me. We surfed the net, watched the tv programmes, chatted alot under the dimly lit living room. That homely feeling, those serious chats, his concerns and care, he padded my head and smiled at me.
How he hope he could speed up time, how touched he was after reading my blog entries, that he kept staring at my face as and when after he finished reading one entry about him, then rub my back and say "silly girl" and smiled without a word. In the back of my mind, I was thinking if you ever drop a tear infront of me now I will give you tight slap!" But was it really that touching? But its just facts and some emotional release thru words that I wrote.
Many times I wish I could say those words out how I appreciate you but I am a hard core ego woman who could only use another communication medium, which is through my blog, where you can find traces of how much you mean to me. I dont call you honey bee, sweetie boy, hunky man or baby...
But I do care for you. :)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Just for you bady...
4 more days to go my friend.
YC got me this for your wedding dinner.
I bot a pair of new shoe for your wedding dinner.
We are thinking of how much to "pow" for your wedding dinner.
Though I dislike to attend functions, I have got it all ready for your wedding dinner.
Arent you excited, bady (opps, I mean baby)?
I have got so much to say to you, miss yah when you are not online...Karen Cheong(ster)
I am not perfect
I am not perfect. My flaws as you can see.
I hate hawkers for its crowded and that oily smell that refuse to leave my hair and blouse.
I dine at cafes/restaurants is not becos I need expensive food but I need a comfortable place so that I can enjoy my food. I dun mind food courts if its easy to find an empty table. I like fast food restaurant too if you dun mind.
I like shopping, sometimes walking just anywhere but never enter the stores becos I have got nothing I wanna get but I just like to walk and see beautiful things, and also just to be around with the someone I love. But I still prefer to shop alone, less pressured of thinking that someone is waiting for me.
I am fussy with food. Chicken or duck, so be it, but it has to be boneless. I hate fish but salmon or cod fish I still can eat or any fish that does not have skin or fishy smell. Steamed fish can be quite a put off unless its my mum's cooking.
I am brand conscious no deny. I prefer not to wear ki ki la la brands but home wear I dun mind wearing This Fashion.
I maybe branded from head to toe but most of the stuff were not bought by me but my sis who buys and buys and buys alot and no one is using till the LV, Gucci or Prada turns mouldy. You name it, SHE has it. So I have to help "ventalise" those bags by bring them out when I go shopping to "let them breath some fresh air", but also no deny I like those bags too! And what for I buy when many such stuffs are when we really have no where to store and I dun want to add on to the stack of bags we already have prob storing and in fact its lying all over the bedroom floor.
(this is only the say 30% of the bags we have, many more are hang up, store away, under the computer table too)
I do many things base on my mood. If my mood is "hardworking" today, the room will be tidied from one corner to another corner. But it seems never tidy cos we have not many things thus sometimes I also give up trying to keep things neat. But clearing out unwanted stuff is what I can still do.
I seldom help out in household chores now cos I am getting lazy. I am sorry mummy.
I love to go to the book store looking around, searching for philosophy books, self help, or arty farty designs. I spend a half an hr standing, flipping thru a copy of a photography book about grand libraries ard the world, from page one to end, apparently burying my face into the pages for a closer look at the architectures. I like the library too and you can always find me at the design section.
I seldom eat fruits, so you got to buy me fruits, in bite size pls... And I hate papaya cos of the smell.
I go anywhere in cab unless my mood is damn relaxing, I will take train, always with disappointment becos of all kinds of weird smell depending on how the aircon is blowing in whch direction. I enjoy long bus rides say journey must be ard 1hr or more. I ever ride from Jurong to Bedok. or Jurong to Toa Payoh through a single bus journey, then back to Jurong taking the bus again.
I like to stare out at the passing sceneries while traveling along the road, and look up at the sky wondering how big can a sky be.
I hate ppl who lie, or pretend its real but utimately I knew its a lie. And if you test or challenge me to make me jealous, I will repay you back 10times, making you feel even worst. I am a revengeful person.
I hate parties, I dislikes gatherings, I detest crowds. I dun like to PR. I will not join you for whatever functions you need to attend, I am sorry but I really dislike functions. I know you understand cos I told you before what happen during that disco pub.
I will not meet your parents so soon cos I hate parents meeting session. It makes me nervous, unease and too much attention. I hate attention.
I hate to queue up and wait for lucky draw dip, for food, for whatever shit there is out there. Esp for TAXIs or BUSes. I mean, I feel trapped along the queuing line, among the rest. I feel really trapped and suffocated and once that feeling hits me, I jumped out immediately from the queue and start calling for cab. I just I have social phobia.
I dislike to speak to ppl for the sake of talking to PR. I find it so pretentious and unlike me. Any colleagues who walk up and speak to me, I will chat a little then excuse myself. I remembered once this colleague from another dept came up to me and asked me some introduction of myself. At first I was still able to chat a little, then I grew more nervous and excused say I need to go to bank and scuttled off leaving the conversation ended adruptly.
I like to lunch alone when I am at work cos that is the only moment to be with just myself.
I always give a damn stuck up look so that ppl will not chat/approach me. Not becos I am really stuck up, but the inner me was just shy. I just want to put ppl at a dist becos I am afraid to speak to strangers.
I have bad temper but have mellow down abit eversince. And all those accusations against you, you know me, I just like to "ka" you. You know I just like to laugh over that strange look you give. You know I just love to disturb you.
I dun quite like surprises. Cos it seems more like "giving me fright".
I hate wearing heels becos I have a pair of fat foot which limited shoes will look nice on me. And I hate the feeling of not resting my foot completely on the ground. It makes me thinking most of the time I am trying hard to balance rather than walking comfortably. So most of my footwears are birken sandals or flats.
I cry easily. I watch movie I cry, I watch news I cry, I ready books, I cry, I think and tot, I cry. I see beggar kowtow-ing I cry. I am too emotional.
I hate hawkers for its crowded and that oily smell that refuse to leave my hair and blouse.
I dine at cafes/restaurants is not becos I need expensive food but I need a comfortable place so that I can enjoy my food. I dun mind food courts if its easy to find an empty table. I like fast food restaurant too if you dun mind.
I like shopping, sometimes walking just anywhere but never enter the stores becos I have got nothing I wanna get but I just like to walk and see beautiful things, and also just to be around with the someone I love. But I still prefer to shop alone, less pressured of thinking that someone is waiting for me.
I am fussy with food. Chicken or duck, so be it, but it has to be boneless. I hate fish but salmon or cod fish I still can eat or any fish that does not have skin or fishy smell. Steamed fish can be quite a put off unless its my mum's cooking.
I am brand conscious no deny. I prefer not to wear ki ki la la brands but home wear I dun mind wearing This Fashion.
I maybe branded from head to toe but most of the stuff were not bought by me but my sis who buys and buys and buys alot and no one is using till the LV, Gucci or Prada turns mouldy. You name it, SHE has it. So I have to help "ventalise" those bags by bring them out when I go shopping to "let them breath some fresh air", but also no deny I like those bags too! And what for I buy when many such stuffs are when we really have no where to store and I dun want to add on to the stack of bags we already have prob storing and in fact its lying all over the bedroom floor.
(this is only the say 30% of the bags we have, many more are hang up, store away, under the computer table too)
I do many things base on my mood. If my mood is "hardworking" today, the room will be tidied from one corner to another corner. But it seems never tidy cos we have not many things thus sometimes I also give up trying to keep things neat. But clearing out unwanted stuff is what I can still do.
I seldom help out in household chores now cos I am getting lazy. I am sorry mummy.
I love to go to the book store looking around, searching for philosophy books, self help, or arty farty designs. I spend a half an hr standing, flipping thru a copy of a photography book about grand libraries ard the world, from page one to end, apparently burying my face into the pages for a closer look at the architectures. I like the library too and you can always find me at the design section.
I seldom eat fruits, so you got to buy me fruits, in bite size pls... And I hate papaya cos of the smell.
I go anywhere in cab unless my mood is damn relaxing, I will take train, always with disappointment becos of all kinds of weird smell depending on how the aircon is blowing in whch direction. I enjoy long bus rides say journey must be ard 1hr or more. I ever ride from Jurong to Bedok. or Jurong to Toa Payoh through a single bus journey, then back to Jurong taking the bus again.
I like to stare out at the passing sceneries while traveling along the road, and look up at the sky wondering how big can a sky be.
I hate ppl who lie, or pretend its real but utimately I knew its a lie. And if you test or challenge me to make me jealous, I will repay you back 10times, making you feel even worst. I am a revengeful person.
I hate parties, I dislikes gatherings, I detest crowds. I dun like to PR. I will not join you for whatever functions you need to attend, I am sorry but I really dislike functions. I know you understand cos I told you before what happen during that disco pub.
I will not meet your parents so soon cos I hate parents meeting session. It makes me nervous, unease and too much attention. I hate attention.
I hate to queue up and wait for lucky draw dip, for food, for whatever shit there is out there. Esp for TAXIs or BUSes. I mean, I feel trapped along the queuing line, among the rest. I feel really trapped and suffocated and once that feeling hits me, I jumped out immediately from the queue and start calling for cab. I just I have social phobia.
I dislike to speak to ppl for the sake of talking to PR. I find it so pretentious and unlike me. Any colleagues who walk up and speak to me, I will chat a little then excuse myself. I remembered once this colleague from another dept came up to me and asked me some introduction of myself. At first I was still able to chat a little, then I grew more nervous and excused say I need to go to bank and scuttled off leaving the conversation ended adruptly.
I like to lunch alone when I am at work cos that is the only moment to be with just myself.
I always give a damn stuck up look so that ppl will not chat/approach me. Not becos I am really stuck up, but the inner me was just shy. I just want to put ppl at a dist becos I am afraid to speak to strangers.
I have bad temper but have mellow down abit eversince. And all those accusations against you, you know me, I just like to "ka" you. You know I just like to laugh over that strange look you give. You know I just love to disturb you.
I dun quite like surprises. Cos it seems more like "giving me fright".
I hate wearing heels becos I have a pair of fat foot which limited shoes will look nice on me. And I hate the feeling of not resting my foot completely on the ground. It makes me thinking most of the time I am trying hard to balance rather than walking comfortably. So most of my footwears are birken sandals or flats.
I cry easily. I watch movie I cry, I watch news I cry, I ready books, I cry, I think and tot, I cry. I see beggar kowtow-ing I cry. I am too emotional.
I have no savings for wedding cos I feel that you are the one marrying me (you do agree) and it should not be me saving up that money to marry myself. LOL! But I can save up to buy misc stuff for the wedding for myself so that that burden will not add on to you. LOL! I know you will agree.
We can always eat out lesser, or less patronising to the restaurants, like you said, many good foods are found in hawkers. Occasionally you can buy from hawker and park one side and we eat in your car. That, I dun mind at all.
Now it's your studies and second career switch that are more impt. So take your time to save k. I am not in the hurry. What is long term is more impt than short term. Of cos a decent celebration is still a must have cos we cant replay it again in this life time. :)
But I duh mind waiting for you, just for you. :)
Monday, November 26, 2007
He is back!
He is back! Arriving ard 11pm. Rushing back home to sort out his stuff then drove over to meet me. I waited. Its 1:20am by the time he arrived. I was "sneaking" out when there he was!
Standing right at my door step giving me a fright! Then handed me an ang pow saying he got nothing for me but this ang pow. I opened it and got another fright! The ang pow vibrated when I opened it. Damn prank. He was laughing his head off! Saying thats to punish me for playing mind games with him while he was in Taiwan. Damn! Whats wrong with mind games? Its healthy you know? Makes your mind works. :)
The load of stuff you got is hilarious. Thanks anyway. But dont spend those money again. Next time I will tell you what I like, what I don't like. I dun wanna you to use your hard earn money and get me things then stressing over whether I will like or not and the worst is I dun like, you will be wasting money! I will still wear them oke? No worries.
Anyway, we should do more shopping together yah?? I will teach you what style will attracts me, what designs I like..... I thank you anyway. Thanks alot... Sorry for making you waste money...
Standing right at my door step giving me a fright! Then handed me an ang pow saying he got nothing for me but this ang pow. I opened it and got another fright! The ang pow vibrated when I opened it. Damn prank. He was laughing his head off! Saying thats to punish me for playing mind games with him while he was in Taiwan. Damn! Whats wrong with mind games? Its healthy you know? Makes your mind works. :)
The load of stuff you got is hilarious. Thanks anyway. But dont spend those money again. Next time I will tell you what I like, what I don't like. I dun wanna you to use your hard earn money and get me things then stressing over whether I will like or not and the worst is I dun like, you will be wasting money! I will still wear them oke? No worries.
Anyway, we should do more shopping together yah?? I will teach you what style will attracts me, what designs I like..... I thank you anyway. Thanks alot... Sorry for making you waste money...
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Yin and Yang in perfect harmony
YIN AND YANG IN PERFECT HARMONY. HEAVEN AGREES. BRIDE MEETS GROOM IN MATRIMONY. THE STRONG COMPLEMENT THE WEAK.
DO AS YOU PLAN. IN MARRIAGE, A MALE OFFSPRING, FORTUNE AND CROPS INCREASE.
DO AS YOU PLAN. IN MARRIAGE, A MALE OFFSPRING, FORTUNE AND CROPS INCREASE.
Friday, November 23, 2007
My dearest Bamboo Stick
I vaguely remember how we met. That was many years ago, probably about 6 or 7 years ago. She was introduced to me by a mutual friend of ours. We chatted online. Our 1st meeting up was at Changi airport I think. She was wearing a stupid tiny tee, with a metal framed spectacle, looking and hiding shyly behind our mutual friend when she saw me.
Eventually our mutual friend no longer with her anymore and I admit, there was a moment of time when I just could not understand her cruel decision. Despite the fact that things were fallen out between her and our mutual friend, we are still in contact.
We chatted almost every day through msn. To the extent that if either of us is online, it will lead to sending out a sms asking “why are you not online today?!”
This relation lasted for years. From the stage of her seeing her happily attached to our mutual friend, to seeing her falling apart from him, to seeing her happily attached again, to the point when she see my worst moment at Cineleisure. I hope I did not scare you with my ugly swollen eyes and uncontrollable tears. I never imagine that you will be the one besides me during my worst moment. I never imagine I am the sort who will let any of my girl friends see my sorry state, but you, Bamboo Stick, witnessed it and all. You were there when I was alone in the ward, tho physically you are not with me becos I hate to let anyone see me in sorry state, but your smses during my stay, were heart warming enough. At least I know, you were there.
There were times when we disagree, we argued, we bitched about each others, we laughed at them, at ourselves, we did all the childish stuff when we meet up. There were times I thought she was the immature one but when it comes to serious conversation, I do know that you mean well.
Those advises, when you “give up on me” and getting your bf to “counsel” and “shortlist” who is a rightful candidates for my happiness, lol! Those were the funniest part of all cos your bf seems more serious than you do.
Even though we seldom meet up, or meeting up is always such a short period of time, I still enjoy shopping with you tho many thing you chooses for me, it’s just too GIRLY. It’s you, its just your accompany that makes my day. Therefore everytime I wish we spend more time by sending you (bedok) back in the same cab 1st before asking cabby to drop me at my place (Jurong). I just wanna laugh and tell you more. Everytime after you alighted, the journey back home is slow and lonely. LOL! but please, admit my sliky hair is too much for you to envy and your "hay" will clog and trap any spiders as if they are walking into a maze. Admit it! And my XX are real! Tho they are not "伟大" but I dun wear push ups like you!! I dare you to feel it and I will squeeze YOURS!
My bamboo stick is getting married in a week's time to her “fruit seller” (Uncle Koh). Remember the time when we said both of us will be Mrs KOH/KHOH? (sounds like KOR (suffer) in hokkien.
Heng ah, that never happen. Now I am more likely to become Mrs……..ahem, SHEN? Hmmmm…..also doesn’t seem to sound nice ley (sounds like Shen Jing Bing)… LOL!
Anyway! The best part is! She is moving to stay closer to ME! Next time I foresee we will hang around Jurong Point, IMM, West Mall more often already. Let me introduce you to the west! And maybe we, you , justin, me and him can part-toh together more conveniently also!
And I think you should steal an apple or two for me to eat whenever we meet up the next time. Bring along some bah-chi-kus, bah-long-longs for me to eat also. Or whatever fruits you are grab from the stall. LOL!
I sincerely hope you be happy, enjoy being a tai tai, hang out more often with the right ppl (like me, I can teach you how to hula hoop and walk in THE RIGHT WAY) hopefully, be a pretty mother soon! Will I cry on your wedding day? You better not hug me else I will slap your pretty face and smudge all your wayang make ups!
Eventually our mutual friend no longer with her anymore and I admit, there was a moment of time when I just could not understand her cruel decision. Despite the fact that things were fallen out between her and our mutual friend, we are still in contact.
We chatted almost every day through msn. To the extent that if either of us is online, it will lead to sending out a sms asking “why are you not online today?!”
This relation lasted for years. From the stage of her seeing her happily attached to our mutual friend, to seeing her falling apart from him, to seeing her happily attached again, to the point when she see my worst moment at Cineleisure. I hope I did not scare you with my ugly swollen eyes and uncontrollable tears. I never imagine that you will be the one besides me during my worst moment. I never imagine I am the sort who will let any of my girl friends see my sorry state, but you, Bamboo Stick, witnessed it and all. You were there when I was alone in the ward, tho physically you are not with me becos I hate to let anyone see me in sorry state, but your smses during my stay, were heart warming enough. At least I know, you were there.
There were times when we disagree, we argued, we bitched about each others, we laughed at them, at ourselves, we did all the childish stuff when we meet up. There were times I thought she was the immature one but when it comes to serious conversation, I do know that you mean well.
Those advises, when you “give up on me” and getting your bf to “counsel” and “shortlist” who is a rightful candidates for my happiness, lol! Those were the funniest part of all cos your bf seems more serious than you do.
Even though we seldom meet up, or meeting up is always such a short period of time, I still enjoy shopping with you tho many thing you chooses for me, it’s just too GIRLY. It’s you, its just your accompany that makes my day. Therefore everytime I wish we spend more time by sending you (bedok) back in the same cab 1st before asking cabby to drop me at my place (Jurong). I just wanna laugh and tell you more. Everytime after you alighted, the journey back home is slow and lonely. LOL! but please, admit my sliky hair is too much for you to envy and your "hay" will clog and trap any spiders as if they are walking into a maze. Admit it! And my XX are real! Tho they are not "伟大" but I dun wear push ups like you!! I dare you to feel it and I will squeeze YOURS!
My bamboo stick is getting married in a week's time to her “fruit seller” (Uncle Koh). Remember the time when we said both of us will be Mrs KOH/KHOH? (sounds like KOR (suffer) in hokkien.
Heng ah, that never happen. Now I am more likely to become Mrs……..ahem, SHEN? Hmmmm…..also doesn’t seem to sound nice ley (sounds like Shen Jing Bing)… LOL!
Anyway! The best part is! She is moving to stay closer to ME! Next time I foresee we will hang around Jurong Point, IMM, West Mall more often already. Let me introduce you to the west! And maybe we, you , justin, me and him can part-toh together more conveniently also!
And I think you should steal an apple or two for me to eat whenever we meet up the next time. Bring along some bah-chi-kus, bah-long-longs for me to eat also. Or whatever fruits you are grab from the stall. LOL!
I sincerely hope you be happy, enjoy being a tai tai, hang out more often with the right ppl (like me, I can teach you how to hula hoop and walk in THE RIGHT WAY) hopefully, be a pretty mother soon! Will I cry on your wedding day? You better not hug me else I will slap your pretty face and smudge all your wayang make ups!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
I love pork!
After I have "counselled" colleague (A), guess what I had for lunch today? Chinese mix rice. I added dark soya sauce pork slices, steam egg and luncheon meat. Before the auntie close the cover of that styrofoam lunch box, I took a peep and said "Auntie, more pork". "Add one more dollar leh" Auntie replied. "Oke" I dig into my wallet. I cant care less of those ppl around me. Back at my desk, a slice of pork with a spoonful of rice. I finished up all the pork but not the rice.
What's for lunch tomorrrow again? It's dreadful to eat everyday.
What's for lunch tomorrrow again? It's dreadful to eat everyday.
A terrible day for her
A terrible day at work. For my colleague (A) so to say. He (A) walked in and demanded to speak to colleague (A), while she is on the line. One thing lead to another. Saying she was arrogant, how to work in private sector with such attitude. The whole scenario got more and more personal and heated. All he wants was an apology and be pacified. All she wants is to allow herself to explain. With the rest of us in this small room, every spoken words were heard. Non of us spoke up. Cos non of us knew what's going on.
The other colleague (B) who brought him into our office, cried. She cried becos he asked for her name. She sensed something terrible, a complain or something against her.
I listened and was about to walk over and apologise to him on behalf of my dept and pacify him that we will improve our procedures in future. But who am I to do that, I thought. I am new, I know head nor tail of the whole issue or the earlier agreement. I don know if my colleague (A) wil be happy about us taking up the rap which may sound as if its her mistake. So I kept still till the end.
Then someone called him (B) in. He (A) don't wanna speak to him (B). When colleague (B) explains he (B) is the Head. He (A) obliged. He (B) invites him (A) into his (B) room for chat. So colleague (A), him (A) and him (B) went in together. Mins passed. In the end, its still, an apology to solve the whole issue. Colleague (A), return to her desk next to mine, and sobbed. I sent her an email to cheer her up, walked over with a packet of tissue and started hearing her grievances. Everyday, she don't know who will just pop by and shout at her. 7 years in the same job, she said she had enough. I comforted her. Shared with her my experiences. Such ppl you will meet even in the market. They are everywhere. I hopes she feels better tomorrow. Am glad this situation happened. Cos its an opportunity to strengthen my relations with my fellow colleagues and hear more stuff about this office. :)
At the end of this story, is that, there is no one to stand up for you for that crucial moment even if you are damn right or so. You can try to defence. You can say you are right. But no one will care who or what goes wrong. All it takes is to remove your dignity and pride, then apologise. Which is easier said than done. But then again, the choice is yours.
An angry man is a hungry man who just need to EAT YOU UP!
The other colleague (B) who brought him into our office, cried. She cried becos he asked for her name. She sensed something terrible, a complain or something against her.
I listened and was about to walk over and apologise to him on behalf of my dept and pacify him that we will improve our procedures in future. But who am I to do that, I thought. I am new, I know head nor tail of the whole issue or the earlier agreement. I don know if my colleague (A) wil be happy about us taking up the rap which may sound as if its her mistake. So I kept still till the end.
Then someone called him (B) in. He (A) don't wanna speak to him (B). When colleague (B) explains he (B) is the Head. He (A) obliged. He (B) invites him (A) into his (B) room for chat. So colleague (A), him (A) and him (B) went in together. Mins passed. In the end, its still, an apology to solve the whole issue. Colleague (A), return to her desk next to mine, and sobbed. I sent her an email to cheer her up, walked over with a packet of tissue and started hearing her grievances. Everyday, she don't know who will just pop by and shout at her. 7 years in the same job, she said she had enough. I comforted her. Shared with her my experiences. Such ppl you will meet even in the market. They are everywhere. I hopes she feels better tomorrow. Am glad this situation happened. Cos its an opportunity to strengthen my relations with my fellow colleagues and hear more stuff about this office. :)
At the end of this story, is that, there is no one to stand up for you for that crucial moment even if you are damn right or so. You can try to defence. You can say you are right. But no one will care who or what goes wrong. All it takes is to remove your dignity and pride, then apologise. Which is easier said than done. But then again, the choice is yours.
An angry man is a hungry man who just need to EAT YOU UP!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The days snail pass...
Monday passed, Tuesday passed, Wed passing...
Thus going to pass, Friday will pass, Sat has to wait for Friday to be passed
Sun night then you will come......
I said you must stay with them, you must enjoy, you must shop alot for yourself! I said you must have a good nice break there! I say I say and I say!
I never knew it will be so hard! I thought you meant nothing! Damn! You make me so dependent on you now! But when you are back will I still miss you that hard? Why am I always so contradicting! Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you caste me a spell? Release me! Release me! Release me!
Thus going to pass, Friday will pass, Sat has to wait for Friday to be passed
Sun night then you will come......
I said you must stay with them, you must enjoy, you must shop alot for yourself! I said you must have a good nice break there! I say I say and I say!
I never knew it will be so hard! I thought you meant nothing! Damn! You make me so dependent on you now! But when you are back will I still miss you that hard? Why am I always so contradicting! Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you caste me a spell? Release me! Release me! Release me!
Manual of the Warrior of Light
A very interesting book I will like to recommend. MANUAL OF THE WARRIOR OF LIGHT by PAULO COELHO.
This is not a book of storytelling. But more like a collection of the writer's philosophies, which were written on all the odd pages and the even pages would be short inspiring passages to further elaborate each philosophy.
To qoute one of his philosophy:
He wrote on the odd page:
“A warrior of light chooses his enemies”
He explains on the even page:
He knows what he is capable of; he does not have to go about the world boasting of his qualities and virtues. Nevertheless, there is always someone who wants to prove himself better than he is.
For the warrior, there is no “better” or “worse”: everyone has the necessary gifts for his particular path.
But certain people insist. They provoke and offend and do everything they can to irritate him. At that point, his heart says: ‘Do not respond to these insults, they will not increase your abilities. You will tire yourself needlessly.’
A warrior of light does not waste his time listening to provocations; he has a destiny to fulfill.
This is not a book of storytelling. But more like a collection of the writer's philosophies, which were written on all the odd pages and the even pages would be short inspiring passages to further elaborate each philosophy.
To qoute one of his philosophy:
He wrote on the odd page:
“A warrior of light chooses his enemies”
He explains on the even page:
He knows what he is capable of; he does not have to go about the world boasting of his qualities and virtues. Nevertheless, there is always someone who wants to prove himself better than he is.
For the warrior, there is no “better” or “worse”: everyone has the necessary gifts for his particular path.
But certain people insist. They provoke and offend and do everything they can to irritate him. At that point, his heart says: ‘Do not respond to these insults, they will not increase your abilities. You will tire yourself needlessly.’
A warrior of light does not waste his time listening to provocations; he has a destiny to fulfill.
Thanks Claudiu. If not I will not have come across this interesting book. I have it with me at my office desk and reads it again and again during my lunch time and I am going to bring it home today so that I can read it on my journey to meet Karen Chiongster tonight!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Kleenex tissue is good for nose.
"remember to use the packet of tissue I gave you, it's good for your nose" you reminded me a couple of times when we were in the car that sunday, the day before you leave for your trip. Weird. I know I tend to have snot running out from my nose whenever I laugh too much or yawn too much (thats why Ginnise call me 鼻涕芳).
So will that pack of tissue solve my minor nasal problem? What is that packet of tissue so special? It's just kleenex.....! I chucked it into the pocket of my cardigan and said "ok ok ok..." and rolled my eyes I wonder if you see it.
Then again, you smsed to remind even when you are overseas now. Eh hello! I am not having flu leh, why keep asking me to use that packet of tissue?! It's just a ugly looking packaging, normal tissue paper...!
The more I think of it, the more unease I felt. And so, I jumped out from my couch, head straight into the room, pull out that cardigan and dig into the pocket for that packet of tissue. Strange, I took a closer look at it, it seems to have been opened before! "Wha liow! Give me a packet of opened tissue packet for what?!" I opened up the reseal, and flipped thru the pieces of tissues, and to my surprise, I found an abnormal looking colored tissue and pull it out:
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Sometimes in life, many of us thought others were always a nag. But they never think, it's all becos of care and concern and maybe, some hidden surprises maybe awaiting to be discovered. I am sorry to have been so unappreciative of your reminders......
So will that pack of tissue solve my minor nasal problem? What is that packet of tissue so special? It's just kleenex.....! I chucked it into the pocket of my cardigan and said "ok ok ok..." and rolled my eyes I wonder if you see it.
Then again, you smsed to remind even when you are overseas now. Eh hello! I am not having flu leh, why keep asking me to use that packet of tissue?! It's just a ugly looking packaging, normal tissue paper...!
The more I think of it, the more unease I felt. And so, I jumped out from my couch, head straight into the room, pull out that cardigan and dig into the pocket for that packet of tissue. Strange, I took a closer look at it, it seems to have been opened before! "Wha liow! Give me a packet of opened tissue packet for what?!" I opened up the reseal, and flipped thru the pieces of tissues, and to my surprise, I found an abnormal looking colored tissue and pull it out:
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Sometimes in life, many of us thought others were always a nag. But they never think, it's all becos of care and concern and maybe, some hidden surprises maybe awaiting to be discovered. I am sorry to have been so unappreciative of your reminders......
Monday, November 19, 2007
My name is Justine
Was watching "My Name is Justine" at The Cathay the other day. While waiting for the show to start, I was happily chatting away with YC till we smell a stench of salty fish blowing hit right into our faces. It was pretty strong and "salty" smell that nearly send my mind swirling. I looked front and finally back, and caught a sight of a foot right behind me, so near, so close, so intimidating. I fall back on my seat and told YC I found the root of the "smell". We immediately changed our seats to the front. I looked back and saw it was actually smell from the "Whites". Didnt know ang moh's feet smells so much horrible. And so unglam. Damn. Moments later in the middle of the show, I looked back and saw he is no longer at the seat. Thank god, must be in the toilet busy washing away..
Bought two CDs. Hotel Costes by Stephane Pompougnac (X) and Jamie Scott. Hotel Coste is my all time fav, but the CDs ex! So can only randomly buy the selective really what I like. (Song 09) Glamour Girl is currently what I play when I shower. and "When will I see your face again" by Jamie Scott is what accompanying me to bed. Wanna get more Buddha Bar, High Society and Hotel Costes.......trance trance trance trance and fly away...
Bought two CDs. Hotel Costes by Stephane Pompougnac (X) and Jamie Scott. Hotel Coste is my all time fav, but the CDs ex! So can only randomly buy the selective really what I like. (Song 09) Glamour Girl is currently what I play when I shower. and "When will I see your face again" by Jamie Scott is what accompanying me to bed. Wanna get more Buddha Bar, High Society and Hotel Costes.......trance trance trance trance and fly away...
I do miss you
I dun know how much I will miss you until yesterday!
I dun know how much I will miss you till you said "I have checked in."
I dun know how much I will miss you till you said "I have boarded"
I dun know how much that means till you said "take good care of yourself while I'm away"
I dun know how much is much when you said "wait for me will you?"
I dun know how much I will react till you said "Anytime you need me, I will fly back for you"
It's going to be just a week! Just a week! 8 days is just it takes. To think if denial is still the stage, or I can live without thinking of you, or I can't pass a day without hearing anything from you... when will I see your face again.
Remember those groovy musics playing in your car, your gestures to open the door for me and ensure I am safely sat in. You remembered what I said, and never was upset when I forgot yours. In fact, you laughed and patiently repeat. How you said you would go around buying me those famous hawker food to my house since I dislike eating at hawker centres. How much afford and suggestions you put in when I said "I dun like, I dun want". How you worried I have got not enough to spend while window shopping for things I like when you are not around. Those pair of eyes, full of relunctance to say good bye. How much you wanna dote on me I know. I feel it. But I wanna you to enjoy your trip. I will take care of myself, finding my activities and patiently awaits your return which is drawing near as second, min, hour passes by... I do miss you. :)
I dun know how much I will miss you till you said "I have checked in."
I dun know how much I will miss you till you said "I have boarded"
I dun know how much that means till you said "take good care of yourself while I'm away"
I dun know how much is much when you said "wait for me will you?"
I dun know how much I will react till you said "Anytime you need me, I will fly back for you"
It's going to be just a week! Just a week! 8 days is just it takes. To think if denial is still the stage, or I can live without thinking of you, or I can't pass a day without hearing anything from you... when will I see your face again.
Remember those groovy musics playing in your car, your gestures to open the door for me and ensure I am safely sat in. You remembered what I said, and never was upset when I forgot yours. In fact, you laughed and patiently repeat. How you said you would go around buying me those famous hawker food to my house since I dislike eating at hawker centres. How much afford and suggestions you put in when I said "I dun like, I dun want". How you worried I have got not enough to spend while window shopping for things I like when you are not around. Those pair of eyes, full of relunctance to say good bye. How much you wanna dote on me I know. I feel it. But I wanna you to enjoy your trip. I will take care of myself, finding my activities and patiently awaits your return which is drawing near as second, min, hour passes by... I do miss you. :)
Friday, November 16, 2007
My real and fake wishes
Er, was helping out to decorate the office today for the coming up celebration in Dec. Recently my office is organising a chirstmas party. And in this party, there will be a segment call "The Secret Santa" and all of us is given a card to write down a wish, a gift we long to have which has to cost between 10 to 15 bucks.
Sigh, upon receiving the card, I asked if the budget is in sg or sterling pounds or can I write more than one wish? My colleague laughed and seriously reminded me to keep within BUDGET. SIGH!~ But my wish is definitely going to cost more than that BUDGET what! So it's like given a wish, but not really a wish I wish... :(
And so! I have come out with a list of "kay kay" or "by default" wishes just for the sake of keeping within budget and for writing it down on the card. So here's the common gifts you tend to receive during the gift exchange which will usually be easily be within that budget:
1) Photo frame (yah not again! boring I know)
2) A cup or mug (again! its boring!)
3) Soft toy (yawn.....)
4) A calendar planner (....)
5) A pencil holder (ya ya ya, go ahead and laugh...)
6) Aromoratherapy candles or incense (.......................yes, the all time fav....)
7) Chicken rice for a whole week supply for lunch.
8) Jig Zaw Puzzle......puzzle.....puzzled........
But dear colleagues! I still wish you know my real wishes! And pls provide a BIGGER writting card at least an A4 size for me to jot down my wishes!
Anyway! I'm gonna to list down my REAL wishes here and hope Santa or my fairy god mother will read and tell my colleagues in their dreams!
Dear Santa, please tell them my wishes:
1) Annick Goutal Charlotte
2) A trip to outerspace (and never come back)
3) A ride in Santa's Sleigh
4) Borders book vouchers
5) A Nikon Cam with dry box
6) A new boyfriend (lol! actually seems already have)
7) A tiffany engagement ring (lol! Thats a joke oke, I aint desperate to get married yet)
8) A new boyfriend (er....think already mention)
9) A tidy bedroom
10) A LV mousepad (lol! seriously that is also a joke. I like my current one which is only 2 bucks! :)
11) A brand new woredrobe of clothings
12) A vintage tee (A milky color one, A blue one, A black one, A pink one, A grey one, A turqoise color one, a light yellow one)
13) LOTS OF MONEY (this is very impt becos it is link to all items excluding item 6 and 8)
14) A trip (To nepal, to mongolia, to hong kong, to taiwan, to japan, to korea, to rome, a trip almost to all the country listed in the map)
Santa and fairy godmother! How can I reach you!? Via, sms, mms, email, bluetooth, infra red (opps! infra red can only do it with Ah Neh), or pigeons? Telepathy can?
Sigh, upon receiving the card, I asked if the budget is in sg or sterling pounds or can I write more than one wish? My colleague laughed and seriously reminded me to keep within BUDGET. SIGH!~ But my wish is definitely going to cost more than that BUDGET what! So it's like given a wish, but not really a wish I wish... :(
And so! I have come out with a list of "kay kay" or "by default" wishes just for the sake of keeping within budget and for writing it down on the card. So here's the common gifts you tend to receive during the gift exchange which will usually be easily be within that budget:
1) Photo frame (yah not again! boring I know)
2) A cup or mug (again! its boring!)
3) Soft toy (yawn.....)
4) A calendar planner (....)
5) A pencil holder (ya ya ya, go ahead and laugh...)
6) Aromoratherapy candles or incense (.......................yes, the all time fav....)
7) Chicken rice for a whole week supply for lunch.
8) Jig Zaw Puzzle......puzzle.....puzzled........
But dear colleagues! I still wish you know my real wishes! And pls provide a BIGGER writting card at least an A4 size for me to jot down my wishes!
Anyway! I'm gonna to list down my REAL wishes here and hope Santa or my fairy god mother will read and tell my colleagues in their dreams!
Dear Santa, please tell them my wishes:
1) Annick Goutal Charlotte
2) A trip to outerspace (and never come back)
3) A ride in Santa's Sleigh
4) Borders book vouchers
5) A Nikon Cam with dry box
6) A new boyfriend (lol! actually seems already have)
7) A tiffany engagement ring (lol! Thats a joke oke, I aint desperate to get married yet)
8) A new boyfriend (er....think already mention)
9) A tidy bedroom
10) A LV mousepad (lol! seriously that is also a joke. I like my current one which is only 2 bucks! :)
11) A brand new woredrobe of clothings
12) A vintage tee (A milky color one, A blue one, A black one, A pink one, A grey one, A turqoise color one, a light yellow one)
13) LOTS OF MONEY (this is very impt becos it is link to all items excluding item 6 and 8)
14) A trip (To nepal, to mongolia, to hong kong, to taiwan, to japan, to korea, to rome, a trip almost to all the country listed in the map)
Santa and fairy godmother! How can I reach you!? Via, sms, mms, email, bluetooth, infra red (opps! infra red can only do it with Ah Neh), or pigeons? Telepathy can?
It's you, It's you.
I wrote you a lyrics since you wrote a poem :)
Baby it's you, it's you
You got me believe in you
Baby it's you, it's you
Who make me feel wanna love again
It's you. It's you.
Who got me melted and wanted again
Where in the corner of the world will I ever find
While you are just so near by
Will it be true?
Will it ever last?
I dun wanna know, I dun wanna hope.
It's you, it's you. This moment I know it's true.
Who cares about everlasting now?
You assure it will happen to me and you.
No one cares about eternity.
You assure me that's not true.
At least not to you.
You asked what should I do to prove my love for you?
I said you should rip your heart out and show me it's true.
(Repeat)
Baby it's you, it's you
You got me believe in you
Baby it's you, it's you
Who make me feel wanna love again
It's you. It's you.
Who got me melted and wanted again
It's you, it's you. This moment I know it's true.
Lyrics composed at 10:00, completed at 10:06. The 6mins thoughts got me wrote this lyrics. Anyone wanna try composing the tune to it? RandB style will be good. :)
Baby it's you, it's you
You got me believe in you
Baby it's you, it's you
Who make me feel wanna love again
It's you. It's you.
Who got me melted and wanted again
Where in the corner of the world will I ever find
While you are just so near by
Will it be true?
Will it ever last?
I dun wanna know, I dun wanna hope.
It's you, it's you. This moment I know it's true.
Who cares about everlasting now?
You assure it will happen to me and you.
No one cares about eternity.
You assure me that's not true.
At least not to you.
You asked what should I do to prove my love for you?
I said you should rip your heart out and show me it's true.
(Repeat)
Baby it's you, it's you
You got me believe in you
Baby it's you, it's you
Who make me feel wanna love again
It's you. It's you.
Who got me melted and wanted again
It's you, it's you. This moment I know it's true.
Lyrics composed at 10:00, completed at 10:06. The 6mins thoughts got me wrote this lyrics. Anyone wanna try composing the tune to it? RandB style will be good. :)
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I like
I like it when you take control over me
I like it when you hold me tightly yet gently
I like it when you behave casual with me
I like it when you do not pay too much attention at me
I like it when you just say what you wanna say and what not to.
Those teases do send shivers down my spine, but makes my heart leaped too.
You and I in this society.
We are a fraction of the statistic
But we met and became so attached.
I just like it when you take control over me. I am that humble servant who will serve you where you wanna be.
I like it when you hold me tightly yet gently
I like it when you behave casual with me
I like it when you do not pay too much attention at me
I like it when you just say what you wanna say and what not to.
Those teases do send shivers down my spine, but makes my heart leaped too.
You and I in this society.
We are a fraction of the statistic
But we met and became so attached.
I just like it when you take control over me. I am that humble servant who will serve you where you wanna be.
Who, what, where, when, why
Who is the person you trust most:
MYSELF and an autopsist
What is the funniest thing I did
Lying flat on the bed in an air conditioned room after a hot day and do starfish stunt. If there is chance, I will show you guys. But for the fun of it, just imagine me lying flat on my back forming a "大", sweeping both my arms and legs across the bedsheet like wiper like that and must sychronise action.
What is the worst food I have cooked:
MUFFINs. Using the original recipe, it turns out to be as hard as a rock I even threw it against the wall in fit of anger and it actually bounced back. Now I bake using ready mix flour from cold storages. Hehehehehehe.....
What is the sweetest thing I did:
Er, since its the "sweetest" thing, I guess I can only write one. Erm...maybe baking cake for my ex on his birthday is the sweetest thing I did??
What is the greatest lie I ever lie:
I, like you. (?) or I like ____________ (fill in the blanks)
What is the worst thing that ever happen to me:
I tried killing someone, who is me.
What is the happiest thing that ever happen to me:
When I still can remember how to laugh when I hear jokes.
What is the most detestable thing I hate most:
Lying without twitching the eyes
What is the thing I can't do without:
I will like to include a few: 1) Handphone 2) Cab and 3) "Nippon paint" my make up kit
What is the craziest thing you ever did:
Going on a tour with someone I knew barely a few mths. But he is really a nice buddy.
What is the saddest thing you did:
Rejecting and hurting others
Where in this world you wanna be:
Wherever will be, as long as no human.
Where can we find you:
Either at demsey, grand peony, vivo, taka, wisma, crystal jade, mac, kfc, at home else is in his car along the PIE.
When was the last time you screamed at someone who made you damn angry?
That was a year ago! Great experience to test my limits how angry I can get. Now I know myself better.
When was the last time someone say "I miss you" to you:
Almost everyday, last was yesterday. LOL!
When was the last time you trust someone?
My dad. When he assured me its oke to run pass that stupid cat standing at the window at the corridor.
Why do you laugh sometimes when you see someone's angry?
Becos they tend to speak fast, face twitched, nostril enlarged and hands flying all over. (Rewind the mentioned scene and play back in slow motion.)
MYSELF and an autopsist
What is the funniest thing I did
Lying flat on the bed in an air conditioned room after a hot day and do starfish stunt. If there is chance, I will show you guys. But for the fun of it, just imagine me lying flat on my back forming a "大", sweeping both my arms and legs across the bedsheet like wiper like that and must sychronise action.
What is the worst food I have cooked:
MUFFINs. Using the original recipe, it turns out to be as hard as a rock I even threw it against the wall in fit of anger and it actually bounced back. Now I bake using ready mix flour from cold storages. Hehehehehehe.....
What is the sweetest thing I did:
Er, since its the "sweetest" thing, I guess I can only write one. Erm...maybe baking cake for my ex on his birthday is the sweetest thing I did??
What is the greatest lie I ever lie:
I, like you. (?) or I like ____________ (fill in the blanks)
What is the worst thing that ever happen to me:
I tried killing someone, who is me.
What is the happiest thing that ever happen to me:
When I still can remember how to laugh when I hear jokes.
What is the most detestable thing I hate most:
Lying without twitching the eyes
What is the thing I can't do without:
I will like to include a few: 1) Handphone 2) Cab and 3) "Nippon paint" my make up kit
What is the craziest thing you ever did:
Going on a tour with someone I knew barely a few mths. But he is really a nice buddy.
What is the saddest thing you did:
Rejecting and hurting others
Where in this world you wanna be:
Wherever will be, as long as no human.
Where can we find you:
Either at demsey, grand peony, vivo, taka, wisma, crystal jade, mac, kfc, at home else is in his car along the PIE.
When was the last time you screamed at someone who made you damn angry?
That was a year ago! Great experience to test my limits how angry I can get. Now I know myself better.
When was the last time someone say "I miss you" to you:
Almost everyday, last was yesterday. LOL!
When was the last time you trust someone?
My dad. When he assured me its oke to run pass that stupid cat standing at the window at the corridor.
Why do you laugh sometimes when you see someone's angry?
Becos they tend to speak fast, face twitched, nostril enlarged and hands flying all over. (Rewind the mentioned scene and play back in slow motion.)
My lunch time, all alone!
Here at my desk, eating my prawn paste chicken rice. No one is around, all out for lunch. I gobbled up the pippy hot chicken wings before anyone else ever walks in to see my glutton looking face, eating like a pig. Damn chicken so hot it scald my left thumb. My thumb is still hurting while I am typing away on this keyboard. Damn chicken. Chew! Chew! Chew! Chew on you!
This keyboard is making so much "tat tat tat" sound for each key I tab on. Imagine my typing speed, the whole process of typing a full complete sentence can form a symphony orchestra with my other colleagues counterparts typing away at their desk. Can anyone please invent a touch screen desktop keyboard?? Also, a soundless mouse which does not "Click click click" when you click on the button. Can someone do anything about it?
I am given an hour time off however I have to spend it within my organisation compound. Either to the park, do some sports or gym etc. Else I can do anything at my own desk. Damn...the sports facilities are all closed for the upcoming event, and it looks like going to rain again (how to go to the park) and now, I am also doing my own stuff during lunch time what. So what is this an hour time off for? I dun know... better than don't have... mai hiam liow......let me think how can I utilise this hour bestow on me.
This keyboard is making so much "tat tat tat" sound for each key I tab on. Imagine my typing speed, the whole process of typing a full complete sentence can form a symphony orchestra with my other colleagues counterparts typing away at their desk. Can anyone please invent a touch screen desktop keyboard?? Also, a soundless mouse which does not "Click click click" when you click on the button. Can someone do anything about it?
I am given an hour time off however I have to spend it within my organisation compound. Either to the park, do some sports or gym etc. Else I can do anything at my own desk. Damn...the sports facilities are all closed for the upcoming event, and it looks like going to rain again (how to go to the park) and now, I am also doing my own stuff during lunch time what. So what is this an hour time off for? I dun know... better than don't have... mai hiam liow......let me think how can I utilise this hour bestow on me.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Apologize lyrics (By Timbaland)
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say..
That it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
(But that's nothing new)
Yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue
And you say
Sorry like the Angel Heaven let me think was you,
But I'm afraid
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
Woahooo woah
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, a yeah
I'm holding your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground...
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say..
That it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
(But that's nothing new)
Yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue
And you say
Sorry like the Angel Heaven let me think was you,
But I'm afraid
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
Woahooo woah
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, a yeah
I'm holding your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground...
Santa! My Santa!
Tonight I clasped my fingers and pray to you
That you will ride on your sleigh and ride pass my window pane
Your sleigh is silver and winter blue
With red berries and violet bells when it flew
It's mule not reindeer who pull it through
The velvet red coat and white furry trimming.
The black polished belt that holds around your belly.
Your shiny boots were strong and sturdy.
And that silvery grey beard which falls nicely.
Then you have a sack of pressies
That is big enough to hold the whole city.
And softly you whispered, "Tell me your wish my dear Miumiu"
I rubbed my eyes and caught a glimpse of you.
So I said........
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I want.....
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1 Grand piano
2 Cartier watches
3 LV teddies
4 Prada barbies
5 Mercedes
6 Lamborginis
7 Pink diamonds from Tiffany
8 Penthouses by the sea
9 Loyal servants and
10 Limousines
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Santa noted down and gave me this:
"What you need is Monopoly"...
That you will ride on your sleigh and ride pass my window pane
Your sleigh is silver and winter blue
With red berries and violet bells when it flew
It's mule not reindeer who pull it through
The velvet red coat and white furry trimming.
The black polished belt that holds around your belly.
Your shiny boots were strong and sturdy.
And that silvery grey beard which falls nicely.
Then you have a sack of pressies
That is big enough to hold the whole city.
And softly you whispered, "Tell me your wish my dear Miumiu"
I rubbed my eyes and caught a glimpse of you.
So I said........
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I want.....
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1 Grand piano
2 Cartier watches
3 LV teddies
4 Prada barbies
5 Mercedes
6 Lamborginis
7 Pink diamonds from Tiffany
8 Penthouses by the sea
9 Loyal servants and
10 Limousines
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Santa noted down and gave me this:
"What you need is Monopoly"...
Am I a witch?
Am I born a witch?
Did I cast you an evil spell?
Why were there obsessions in your eyes?
Why were there happiness in your eyes?
Why were there hopes and dreams in your eyes?
What did I just do or did or have done?
Am I a witch?
Do you live under my spell. and that you no longer live for yourself?
Why will you become my humble servant?
Why will you promise to serve me with no regrets?
What did I promise or promised or have promised?
Am I a witch?
Did I just jeopardise your quiet life?
Why will I have let you sink so deep?
Why do you hand over your life and attached it to mine?
What will be the magical dust, to remove that evil spell, that I may have cast upon you without realising.
Have I do wrong again?
Have I make you become another walking zombie?
Did I just did it again?
Didn't I warn you beforehand?
Didn't anyone warn you beforehand?
Why will I say "but it does not mean anything" but continue doing
Why have I become so evil?
Why didn't anyone lock me up?
Why didn't I blindfold these pair of evil eyes, these pair of reincarnated Medusa's eyes...
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Spells
Kill one person and you are called a "Murderer"
Kill a million people and you are called a "King"
Kill everyone on Earth and you are called a "God"
How true these may sound to be.
If you can have the power to cast a magical spell, what will it be?
Kill a million people and you are called a "King"
Kill everyone on Earth and you are called a "God"
How true these may sound to be.
If you can have the power to cast a magical spell, what will it be?
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I am the player among players
I walked out in the streets
Disguised in my decent outfit
The players eyed on me
But I avoid contacts there maybe
What thrills I gave them were their fantasy
The challenge of flying kites
The techniques of pulling strings
The strings are in my hands
And every tug will makes you swirl in your pants
The thrill of feeling wanted yet dun wanna be
I am the player among you players...don't you just hate me?
Disguised in my decent outfit
The players eyed on me
But I avoid contacts there maybe
What thrills I gave them were their fantasy
The challenge of flying kites
The techniques of pulling strings
The strings are in my hands
And every tug will makes you swirl in your pants
The thrill of feeling wanted yet dun wanna be
I am the player among you players...don't you just hate me?
Friday, November 09, 2007
Blue Flower
Ppl say, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away"
But "A flower a day, chase my blues away..."
Thanks.
My Ah Mei!!!!!!!!!
Happy Deepavali holiday to everyone! Though it was deepavali I should be having lunch treat at some indian friend's/colleague's house but nevertheless, I did not. I remembered one of my unusual deepavali was celebrated at President's house (which I was apparently so call "forced" to go without any mental preparation cos someone "kicked a fuss" to my mum say Mrs President been asked about me and I should attend the lunch treat with him. That was say 2 yrs ago?) Oke. So I went, waking up adruptly, kicking my blankets off, brush my teeth and bath, then rushing to get changed while he waited and fetched me in cab to rush down. It was so last min.
People sitting around, chatting and eating at the courtyard with shelter and it was damn hot weather. the chefs were placing the food nicely on the buffet table. When they arrived, we greeted them and proceed to our own table to makan, and they thanked me for the handmade greeting card I made for them. Then was photo taking session, after that is saying bye bye! I hate to PR...but it was a good experience though.
But this year is a wonderful year to have celebrated it with my fav singer, Ah Mei...
Ah Mei! Ah Mei! Ah Mei!
My long awaited has arrived yesterday. I finally come face to face with Ah Mei though she seems small from my seat. There was this guy just two rows below who was so excited! He was screaming and shouting "Ah Mei! Look Here! Ah Mei! Over Here! Ah Mei! I love you!" The rest of us audience were like laughing our heads off with his excitement and uproared behaviour! He is so cute!!! And he really admires Ah Mei to the extend that he could forget all his image! Imagine a well built young chap who is holding the fluorescent baton, waving left to right, shouting, screaming, smiling sheepishly, and dancing and cheering to her songs just like a little girl. LOL!
If he hears me singing Ah Mei's songs, will he grab me to the nearest chapel and get marry? LOL!!! He is just so cute!
The whole concert was an eye opener and its not a surprise to me that her live is almost exactly like what you hear from her album. Her costume, were dazzling stars, sparking brightly like diamonds all over her, that new hair cut is just what it makes to complete her look. And she has the habit to shake and fumbles her hair. And that little sexy mole on her higher cheek.....she is my superstar........
Nice... I like most that white gown she said was heavy, that lolita outfit which is in black with bright pink trimming.. wow! And its just yesterday that I know that she plays guitar and she wrote her own song too!!!! Damn excited about her. I wish I am one of the crew member....
Then there were ppl who shouted "Ah Mei Marry Me!"....and it was heard by all of us including Ah Mei, who was at a moment lost for words, giggled, then replied "Hey, I will feel shy you know?" then there was another who screamed till voice turn coarsed, and another woman who screamed like she has been pushed or been murdered. LOL!!
Damn regret that I should have thought of sneaking a digi cam into the theatre. The snap shots taken from the cam phone is not clear enough for me to see even Ah Mei's facial pores. LOL!!
Inbetween, there were little hiccups due to technical faults, the pissed off part came when she was suppose to sing a "duet" with her late friend, Zhang Yu Sheng when the technical fault interrupted so coincidentally. But that did not make us discount the whole concert performance.
In her encore, many of us were already standing up and dancing away, clapping to the rhyme and singing in tune with her leading us. Ah Mei...when will I see you again??
Nevertheless she is a great singer, a great singer and still, a great singer!
Ah Mei, you are born to sing. Indeed. :) AH MEI! WO AI NI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People sitting around, chatting and eating at the courtyard with shelter and it was damn hot weather. the chefs were placing the food nicely on the buffet table. When they arrived, we greeted them and proceed to our own table to makan, and they thanked me for the handmade greeting card I made for them. Then was photo taking session, after that is saying bye bye! I hate to PR...but it was a good experience though.
But this year is a wonderful year to have celebrated it with my fav singer, Ah Mei...
Ah Mei! Ah Mei! Ah Mei!
My long awaited has arrived yesterday. I finally come face to face with Ah Mei though she seems small from my seat. There was this guy just two rows below who was so excited! He was screaming and shouting "Ah Mei! Look Here! Ah Mei! Over Here! Ah Mei! I love you!" The rest of us audience were like laughing our heads off with his excitement and uproared behaviour! He is so cute!!! And he really admires Ah Mei to the extend that he could forget all his image! Imagine a well built young chap who is holding the fluorescent baton, waving left to right, shouting, screaming, smiling sheepishly, and dancing and cheering to her songs just like a little girl. LOL!
If he hears me singing Ah Mei's songs, will he grab me to the nearest chapel and get marry? LOL!!! He is just so cute!
The whole concert was an eye opener and its not a surprise to me that her live is almost exactly like what you hear from her album. Her costume, were dazzling stars, sparking brightly like diamonds all over her, that new hair cut is just what it makes to complete her look. And she has the habit to shake and fumbles her hair. And that little sexy mole on her higher cheek.....she is my superstar........
Nice... I like most that white gown she said was heavy, that lolita outfit which is in black with bright pink trimming.. wow! And its just yesterday that I know that she plays guitar and she wrote her own song too!!!! Damn excited about her. I wish I am one of the crew member....
Then there were ppl who shouted "Ah Mei Marry Me!"....and it was heard by all of us including Ah Mei, who was at a moment lost for words, giggled, then replied "Hey, I will feel shy you know?" then there was another who screamed till voice turn coarsed, and another woman who screamed like she has been pushed or been murdered. LOL!!
Damn regret that I should have thought of sneaking a digi cam into the theatre. The snap shots taken from the cam phone is not clear enough for me to see even Ah Mei's facial pores. LOL!!
Inbetween, there were little hiccups due to technical faults, the pissed off part came when she was suppose to sing a "duet" with her late friend, Zhang Yu Sheng when the technical fault interrupted so coincidentally. But that did not make us discount the whole concert performance.
In her encore, many of us were already standing up and dancing away, clapping to the rhyme and singing in tune with her leading us. Ah Mei...when will I see you again??
Nevertheless she is a great singer, a great singer and still, a great singer!
Ah Mei, you are born to sing. Indeed. :) AH MEI! WO AI NI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Evil Eye… also known as “Malocchio”
"Perhaps you have heard someone in your lifetime say... "Do not make her mad... for she is a Witch and she will put the Evil Eye on you". Well it does exist and it can happen to you without your knowing that you have been inflicted by someone.
Let's do some history facts.... The Evil Eye is one of the oldest and mostly wide spread inborn superstitions to possess man. The belief that there is a transmittal power of Evil existing in man, which can suddenly discharge upon any object it beholds, has existed since the time of prehistoric man. The origin of the belief is lost in the age of obscurity but carried forward and documented during the time when Witchcraft and Magic long preceded the world of Science. Its existence was attested to in Egyptian Hieroglyphics, the Bible and the classic Greek and Roman Writings. It was widely believed by the Ancients that certain envious or evil people could induce sickness and death merely by casting their Eye on another person. Its piercing force avowed to be so powerful could infect surrounding objects.
There are two kinds of conditions associated with the Evil Eye... The Moral and the Natural. The moral power is exercised by the will performing the consciously deliberate action created in the mind. More terrible are those in whom the power of the evil eye is natural and whose destructive look unconsciously can produce harmful effects. Throughout the years scientists, philosophers and sceptics called the belief of the evil eye a foolish primitive superstition. Even still it continues to influence many people around the world today. "
Extracted from a website, aint gonna tell you where but I think I possess this evil eye or even has been cursed by others.
I remember someone gave me an "Evil eye", he said was a gift given by a sourvenier store when a whatever big shot he was protecting came over Singapore to shop in that particular store. It certaintly looks evil, though it was a silver ball with engravement all around it, and the eyes showing on two sides of the ball, which seems to be watching you.
After that, we fell off and leading our own lives now. Is it the curse from the evil eye? Hell knows...
The Bee Movie
Watched Midnight Show with YC on wed night. The Bee Movie.
Yeah....though some parts of it were funny but not enough to make me laugh in tears. Sigh...... It's just a lame show about this bee do not want to stay in the hive for the rest of his life, making honey. Then one fine day he was given the chance to fly out of the hive to the human world, then he has a crush on a human, saw honey selling in supermarts, then went on to sue human, eventually won the court case and all related items to do with honey were taken down. Then eventually leading excess honey and no bees wanna work anymore, then all flowers died and withered as a result becos no bees were there to pollenate. Then he knew he was in the wrong and encouraged all bees to return and pollenate. Thus the world is filled with beautiful flowers all over again. Lame right? Moral of the story? I use to think that its cruel to eat honey becos thats what each tiny little bees work for from day to night till death. But this show comforted me. It's really oke to eat honey.
Yawn...........lame.
Yeah....though some parts of it were funny but not enough to make me laugh in tears. Sigh...... It's just a lame show about this bee do not want to stay in the hive for the rest of his life, making honey. Then one fine day he was given the chance to fly out of the hive to the human world, then he has a crush on a human, saw honey selling in supermarts, then went on to sue human, eventually won the court case and all related items to do with honey were taken down. Then eventually leading excess honey and no bees wanna work anymore, then all flowers died and withered as a result becos no bees were there to pollenate. Then he knew he was in the wrong and encouraged all bees to return and pollenate. Thus the world is filled with beautiful flowers all over again. Lame right? Moral of the story? I use to think that its cruel to eat honey becos thats what each tiny little bees work for from day to night till death. But this show comforted me. It's really oke to eat honey.
Yawn...........lame.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
The Stars Story
Once upon a time, in a far far away land, there lives a Princess named Surreality, in the Castle of Humblery. And there was this Prince named Vader who was born in the Castle of Folly but was given to a poor family whom took good care of him. When he was 21, he met Princess Surreality in the secret garden while he was mowing the grasses for the King. They both fell in love deeply and there is nothing in this world that they will not talk about. Their connection was so strong that they knew, one of these days, they will unite in the witness of the commoners celebrating on their joyous occasion.
And so one day, Prince Vader made a pact with Princess Surreality, that he will give her 5 stars on every special occasion until their big day arises.
And so on almost every birthdays, christmas, valentine’s day, Prince Vander will pluck 5 stars from the sky and keep them in a box crafted out from the natural crystal and present it to Princess Surreality. However, as the years goes by, Prince Vader and Princess Surreality had their usual quarrels and tiff like every commoners will experience but they were still going on strong.
One fine day, Prince Vader was strolling along the River of Fidelity and saw the Lady of Ignorance named Lady Serlatee. Lady Serlatee was mesmerized by his tanned skin and tall built and immediately fell for him. Though Lady Serlatee knew Prince Vader and Princess Surreality was an item, she can’t help it but to confess to Prince Vader of her affection. “Though you have someone in mind, but I need to tell you I like you. All my thoughts were written in the little diary I wrote not for you to read but I will just pass it to you. I have no intention to break up you and Princess Surreality but I must tell you how much I adore you. I will be traveling to the West soon and I dun think you will come with me, will you?”
As time goes by, their little adultery was caught by the magical unicorn of Castle Humblery and it immediately galloped off to inform Princess Surreality. The heart broken princess wept and confronted Prince Vader. Though they tried to work things out, the matter got worst and eventually Princess Surreality felt enough is enough and agreed that ending up is the best thing since she can never put her trust in Prince Vader anymore. In his darkest secret, Prince Vader had actually cast a curse on Princess Surreality by ripping her heart out in the middle of the night and burnt it with his magical flame. Cursing her that she will never be falling in love with another man. Eversince then, Princess Surreality fell terribly sick and was never able to see love in the eyes of the many men who yearn for her attention until she met Prince Dark Warrior (well, but that is not the point of the story so cont reading please).
Prince Vader and Lady Serlatee were leading a brand new life together as they have found the same trait in each other.
Another spring passed. Princess Surreality was strolling along the River of Fidelity, on her way to meet up Prince Dark Warrior for their english breakfast when it was interrupted by Lady Serlatee who caught a glimpse of her. Lady Serlatee approached Princess Surreality and said to her “Erm, are you the princess who was once with myself proclaimed husband-to-be, Prince Vader?” And Princess Surreality held her head high, ignored Lady Serlatee and walked off, continue enjoying the breeze and hearing the birds chirping. “See, see these? Forgot to share with you our happy occasion. He gave me 3 stars in this self crafted wooden box” Lady Serlatee smirked while seriously polishing and cleaning her 3 stars with care. “How many he gave you, Princess Surreality?” she continued.
Being a Princess from Castle of Humblery, Princess Surreality turned deaf to her annoying high pitch tone and crude question. She took a glance at Lady Serlatee and looked away and began to recite aloud: “Be humble and grateful, one shall be. Ignorant fools will never understand what humble means. And though one may be ignorant but not a fool for that fool is the one who has chosen you”. At the end of the sentence, Princess Surreality saw Prince Dark Warrior standing there, patiently waiting for her arrival. She smiled, quicken her pace, leaving Lady Serlatee confused and yet contented with her 3 stars in the wooden box.
(The End)
And so one day, Prince Vader made a pact with Princess Surreality, that he will give her 5 stars on every special occasion until their big day arises.
And so on almost every birthdays, christmas, valentine’s day, Prince Vander will pluck 5 stars from the sky and keep them in a box crafted out from the natural crystal and present it to Princess Surreality. However, as the years goes by, Prince Vader and Princess Surreality had their usual quarrels and tiff like every commoners will experience but they were still going on strong.
One fine day, Prince Vader was strolling along the River of Fidelity and saw the Lady of Ignorance named Lady Serlatee. Lady Serlatee was mesmerized by his tanned skin and tall built and immediately fell for him. Though Lady Serlatee knew Prince Vader and Princess Surreality was an item, she can’t help it but to confess to Prince Vader of her affection. “Though you have someone in mind, but I need to tell you I like you. All my thoughts were written in the little diary I wrote not for you to read but I will just pass it to you. I have no intention to break up you and Princess Surreality but I must tell you how much I adore you. I will be traveling to the West soon and I dun think you will come with me, will you?”
As time goes by, their little adultery was caught by the magical unicorn of Castle Humblery and it immediately galloped off to inform Princess Surreality. The heart broken princess wept and confronted Prince Vader. Though they tried to work things out, the matter got worst and eventually Princess Surreality felt enough is enough and agreed that ending up is the best thing since she can never put her trust in Prince Vader anymore. In his darkest secret, Prince Vader had actually cast a curse on Princess Surreality by ripping her heart out in the middle of the night and burnt it with his magical flame. Cursing her that she will never be falling in love with another man. Eversince then, Princess Surreality fell terribly sick and was never able to see love in the eyes of the many men who yearn for her attention until she met Prince Dark Warrior (well, but that is not the point of the story so cont reading please).
Prince Vader and Lady Serlatee were leading a brand new life together as they have found the same trait in each other.
Another spring passed. Princess Surreality was strolling along the River of Fidelity, on her way to meet up Prince Dark Warrior for their english breakfast when it was interrupted by Lady Serlatee who caught a glimpse of her. Lady Serlatee approached Princess Surreality and said to her “Erm, are you the princess who was once with myself proclaimed husband-to-be, Prince Vader?” And Princess Surreality held her head high, ignored Lady Serlatee and walked off, continue enjoying the breeze and hearing the birds chirping. “See, see these? Forgot to share with you our happy occasion. He gave me 3 stars in this self crafted wooden box” Lady Serlatee smirked while seriously polishing and cleaning her 3 stars with care. “How many he gave you, Princess Surreality?” she continued.
Being a Princess from Castle of Humblery, Princess Surreality turned deaf to her annoying high pitch tone and crude question. She took a glance at Lady Serlatee and looked away and began to recite aloud: “Be humble and grateful, one shall be. Ignorant fools will never understand what humble means. And though one may be ignorant but not a fool for that fool is the one who has chosen you”. At the end of the sentence, Princess Surreality saw Prince Dark Warrior standing there, patiently waiting for her arrival. She smiled, quicken her pace, leaving Lady Serlatee confused and yet contented with her 3 stars in the wooden box.
(The End)
Monday, November 05, 2007
I am getting "healthier" !
Went Haji Lane on Sunday. Sad that most of the shops were not open that day. But the ones that are opened are enough to keep us busy. If you are getting vintage or out of norm kind of deco, this is the place you should not be missing. Though most of the clothings were from Thai, or the other common countries like HK, Taiwan where most buyers will get their good from, but if you are able to search thru carefully and have little conversations with the owners or boutique assts, they will be able to recommend you some things which are not usually easily available on the shelves.
Many other unique stuff were actually tucked somewhere as the spaces in the boutiques were rather constraint and limited. And shoppers, preferably be slim, else you really have prob roaming ard the store with other shoppers on your left and right and tends to topple over the stands or displays lying ard everywhere.
Then there is this friendly boutique asst who was not only helping me to comment which tops I should get, she also shared with me one of the foldable brolly she find it rather adorable. I mean, how many of the sale assts out there will even chat with you? Most of the time they just give you the size you need, show you where is the fitting room and eventually helping you to hang back the clothings and move on to the next customer. But this one, was particularly attentive. I didn't realise she noticed the three tops I tried on, until when I came out from the fitting room and was sitting there waiting for Ginnise, when she initiated to give me her comments while multi tasking to get the sizes for the customers waiting below. This is what I call, customer service.
After a good round of patrol at Haji Lane, we continued shopping at Bugis Junction. Was suppose to source for a dress in A La Nuit for an up-coming wedding dinner but hell, I always landed up buying things that were not in my shopping list. That weave chiffon top fits nicely on me. Without some yoga background, you cant possibly yoga your way thru to get dressed in that top. Cos 1) its really light and 2) and there is no zipper though the back of the chiffon top is abit, really a little bit elastic gathers and 3) the material is not stretchable and since its a tube top, it has to grab and fits nicely ard the boobs else the whole top will slip once I exhale. And no way you can aggressively pull it over. You have to wriggle and yoga thru the whole process and one vicious tug is all it takes to rip thru that top!
And another top I got is a butterfly cape (which I think its just a cardigan), clean black with inner linen. The struggle in me was so strong when I was deciding which should I get when Ginnise highlighted that we can get 15% off with her card. Damn...I get so easily influenced and the next thing I knew was, having two hangers in my shopping bag. Clumsily carrying the Prada tote on my right shoulder, and two big flat shopping bags on my left shoulder. Can you imagine how ugly that is? Like a damn desperado who has not been shopping for ages (though, yes, I have not been really buying for ages and ages means like 1wk ago?).
And yes, according to what YC once told me, its not healthy for a girl not to do shopping. Ah.....I feel more and more healthier now.....perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
My shopping list:
1) One pink (or black) Ed Hardy Cap
Thats it.
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Thats it?
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yah, thats it dated as at end of this post...
And YC, forgot, dun you dare to find that/get that for me when you go Taiwan. Taiwan don't sell Ed Hardy, only Chicket Cutlets and Sausages. While I will be pestering Ginnise to bring me out, you just be back in one piece can already. K.
Enjoy your 8 days trip and well deserve break. You definitely needs that and get yourself fully recharge. Hopefully you recovers by then.
Counting down to my Ah Mei's concert and, having you to chauffeur me back home after that...it will be pretty hard to get cab at that time......thank you so so much for initiating that....very thoughtful...thank you.
Many other unique stuff were actually tucked somewhere as the spaces in the boutiques were rather constraint and limited. And shoppers, preferably be slim, else you really have prob roaming ard the store with other shoppers on your left and right and tends to topple over the stands or displays lying ard everywhere.
Then there is this friendly boutique asst who was not only helping me to comment which tops I should get, she also shared with me one of the foldable brolly she find it rather adorable. I mean, how many of the sale assts out there will even chat with you? Most of the time they just give you the size you need, show you where is the fitting room and eventually helping you to hang back the clothings and move on to the next customer. But this one, was particularly attentive. I didn't realise she noticed the three tops I tried on, until when I came out from the fitting room and was sitting there waiting for Ginnise, when she initiated to give me her comments while multi tasking to get the sizes for the customers waiting below. This is what I call, customer service.
After a good round of patrol at Haji Lane, we continued shopping at Bugis Junction. Was suppose to source for a dress in A La Nuit for an up-coming wedding dinner but hell, I always landed up buying things that were not in my shopping list. That weave chiffon top fits nicely on me. Without some yoga background, you cant possibly yoga your way thru to get dressed in that top. Cos 1) its really light and 2) and there is no zipper though the back of the chiffon top is abit, really a little bit elastic gathers and 3) the material is not stretchable and since its a tube top, it has to grab and fits nicely ard the boobs else the whole top will slip once I exhale. And no way you can aggressively pull it over. You have to wriggle and yoga thru the whole process and one vicious tug is all it takes to rip thru that top!
And another top I got is a butterfly cape (which I think its just a cardigan), clean black with inner linen. The struggle in me was so strong when I was deciding which should I get when Ginnise highlighted that we can get 15% off with her card. Damn...I get so easily influenced and the next thing I knew was, having two hangers in my shopping bag. Clumsily carrying the Prada tote on my right shoulder, and two big flat shopping bags on my left shoulder. Can you imagine how ugly that is? Like a damn desperado who has not been shopping for ages (though, yes, I have not been really buying for ages and ages means like 1wk ago?).
And yes, according to what YC once told me, its not healthy for a girl not to do shopping. Ah.....I feel more and more healthier now.....perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
My shopping list:
1) One pink (or black) Ed Hardy Cap
Thats it.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Thats it?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
yah, thats it dated as at end of this post...
And YC, forgot, dun you dare to find that/get that for me when you go Taiwan. Taiwan don't sell Ed Hardy, only Chicket Cutlets and Sausages. While I will be pestering Ginnise to bring me out, you just be back in one piece can already. K.
Enjoy your 8 days trip and well deserve break. You definitely needs that and get yourself fully recharge. Hopefully you recovers by then.
Counting down to my Ah Mei's concert and, having you to chauffeur me back home after that...it will be pretty hard to get cab at that time......thank you so so much for initiating that....very thoughtful...thank you.
Steven Lim
Do you know who is Steven Lim? For those who do not know who the hell is him, he is a Singaporean, whom many should have heard about him appearing at Orchard Road, approaching passer-bys to try his service - eye brown plucker (but he prefer to call himself a professional eye brown stylist).
He has also been made famous when he was one of the contestant in the Singapore Idol, dancing and stripping down to his banana yellowish swimming trunk in front of the judges, and of cos, he was booted out. It was this show which gotten him the attention from the media. Though much of the negative side, but, yes, he is still someone which the media has noticed. Steven Lim has made several appearances on air, has been a blogger himself (http://www.stevenlim.net), but most importantly, his self directed YouTube video clips which either piss or shock, or amuses the curious viewers.
I have been watching his video clips, read his blogs and I empathize him much. Majority of his clips were about music videos, sending messages thru his clips, and probably only thru YouTube, he is "free" to say what he wants to without any constraints. But nevertheless, I feel a strong sense of violence in him. I am afraid he may become another potential time bomb whom you can never predict what he will do next to prove his disagreement and displeasure he has of this world.
Many thought he is insane. Many thought he is a loser, Many feels he is hilarious. I feel he is sending a message. He needs help. Many of his videos portrays himself dancing, from wearing tee to stripping to just his shorts, else right from the start, he is only wearing his brief, dancing wildly. And I guess, nobody with the right frame of mind, dignity and ego or pride, will ever dance like that and video tape it down to show the whole world but he did. And is still doing. Besides the fact that he shows viewers he can move vigorously with his limbs, I mean dancing, he also prove that he is not mute, I mean he can sing, I mean he can produce sound (noise?) from his vocal cord.
Many of his videos, though he has a little intro of what he will be videoing, many times, I feel the unassuming in his tone, his lack of confidence, and nervousness, unrest thoughts and excitement.
So what is the aftermath after viewing his clips? I see frustration and distress thru his quirk dance moves and out of tune singing. He feels as if he hates his body, he hates his life, he hates hates hates. He hates this world which seems only accept the good and perfect ppl, the lucky ones, or the fortunate ones. He seems to hate the fact that he has been looked down upon, mocked at, jerked, or been seen a disgrace and not been understand. He seems to hate why ppl are so judgmental towards him. He desperately want feel accepted.
From his Biodata, there isnt one job he could hold more than a year, the most is 7 mths working as a sales coordinator. I personally feel that he is lost in this fast paced country where one needs to compete most of the time else, accomplish something in life in order to increase social status. And he personally accomplished nothing constructive at his age and he really do not know how to help himself out from this path he has already taken.
With his exposure to the media, openly wore only his briefs and broadcasting it through YouTube or wearing banana color swimming trunks thru national tv, he has already kill himself a visible route to a possible success in the corporate field. I guess many employers may seriously consider the fact of his history and what can he do for the company. The fact that he has become a public figure through his weird gimmicks, any employers who come across his YouTube videos, will they dare hire him without sparing a second thought? And so where is his sense of belonging? Here, in the blogging and internet world, where he seems free to say and do whatever he wants and feel likes.
And have you read his self made stories of what inspector Steven and Inspector Xiaxue catching criminals etc..I seriously do not know what he is trying to say in the whole story and all I know he is just trying to write something erotic and something that he can only do to verge his frastrations and anger (maybe desire?) towards Xiaxue. And probably sending out the message of a feeling of injustice inflicted on him. He is always trying to send out a distress call if you can feel it.
Why would someone sabortage his own life to this extend? Was it what he chose to? To portray himself as a character named Steven Lim, whom is out there to represent the many other "Steven Lims" there are in every corner of the world? So what is so unique about this Steven Lim anyway since he is just one of the many thousand similar ones we have not come across.
On a serious thought, he does need to seek professional help. Someone who really cares for him should tie him up and drag him to a shrink and understand why he is doing all this. But then again, is getting a proper job, fliming something more proper and decent, which are deem acceptable by the majority in this society means we are in the right track? And what he is doing is just wasting his time away?
He has also been made famous when he was one of the contestant in the Singapore Idol, dancing and stripping down to his banana yellowish swimming trunk in front of the judges, and of cos, he was booted out. It was this show which gotten him the attention from the media. Though much of the negative side, but, yes, he is still someone which the media has noticed. Steven Lim has made several appearances on air, has been a blogger himself (http://www.stevenlim.net), but most importantly, his self directed YouTube video clips which either piss or shock, or amuses the curious viewers.
I have been watching his video clips, read his blogs and I empathize him much. Majority of his clips were about music videos, sending messages thru his clips, and probably only thru YouTube, he is "free" to say what he wants to without any constraints. But nevertheless, I feel a strong sense of violence in him. I am afraid he may become another potential time bomb whom you can never predict what he will do next to prove his disagreement and displeasure he has of this world.
Many thought he is insane. Many thought he is a loser, Many feels he is hilarious. I feel he is sending a message. He needs help. Many of his videos portrays himself dancing, from wearing tee to stripping to just his shorts, else right from the start, he is only wearing his brief, dancing wildly. And I guess, nobody with the right frame of mind, dignity and ego or pride, will ever dance like that and video tape it down to show the whole world but he did. And is still doing. Besides the fact that he shows viewers he can move vigorously with his limbs, I mean dancing, he also prove that he is not mute, I mean he can sing, I mean he can produce sound (noise?) from his vocal cord.
Many of his videos, though he has a little intro of what he will be videoing, many times, I feel the unassuming in his tone, his lack of confidence, and nervousness, unrest thoughts and excitement.
So what is the aftermath after viewing his clips? I see frustration and distress thru his quirk dance moves and out of tune singing. He feels as if he hates his body, he hates his life, he hates hates hates. He hates this world which seems only accept the good and perfect ppl, the lucky ones, or the fortunate ones. He seems to hate the fact that he has been looked down upon, mocked at, jerked, or been seen a disgrace and not been understand. He seems to hate why ppl are so judgmental towards him. He desperately want feel accepted.
From his Biodata, there isnt one job he could hold more than a year, the most is 7 mths working as a sales coordinator. I personally feel that he is lost in this fast paced country where one needs to compete most of the time else, accomplish something in life in order to increase social status. And he personally accomplished nothing constructive at his age and he really do not know how to help himself out from this path he has already taken.
With his exposure to the media, openly wore only his briefs and broadcasting it through YouTube or wearing banana color swimming trunks thru national tv, he has already kill himself a visible route to a possible success in the corporate field. I guess many employers may seriously consider the fact of his history and what can he do for the company. The fact that he has become a public figure through his weird gimmicks, any employers who come across his YouTube videos, will they dare hire him without sparing a second thought? And so where is his sense of belonging? Here, in the blogging and internet world, where he seems free to say and do whatever he wants and feel likes.
And have you read his self made stories of what inspector Steven and Inspector Xiaxue catching criminals etc..I seriously do not know what he is trying to say in the whole story and all I know he is just trying to write something erotic and something that he can only do to verge his frastrations and anger (maybe desire?) towards Xiaxue. And probably sending out the message of a feeling of injustice inflicted on him. He is always trying to send out a distress call if you can feel it.
Why would someone sabortage his own life to this extend? Was it what he chose to? To portray himself as a character named Steven Lim, whom is out there to represent the many other "Steven Lims" there are in every corner of the world? So what is so unique about this Steven Lim anyway since he is just one of the many thousand similar ones we have not come across.
On a serious thought, he does need to seek professional help. Someone who really cares for him should tie him up and drag him to a shrink and understand why he is doing all this. But then again, is getting a proper job, fliming something more proper and decent, which are deem acceptable by the majority in this society means we are in the right track? And what he is doing is just wasting his time away?
Sunday, November 04, 2007
I can never
I can never do what I wanna do.
There is no one who believe.
There is always someone who diminish.
There is no room left for me.
There is no way I can go.
There is nothing I can do.
I can only do what others want me to.
I can only be a puppet for all to pull.
I am stopping my paintings, my drawings, my handmade cards.
I can only sit there and do what others want me to.
There is no room for my interest.
I must always make ways and room for the convenient of others.
None of my things should be put and lie in this room.
I should not have interest, I must always do things that generate lots of monies.
I must work in the bank cos thats a better prospect, who the fuck cares if I like
I must, I must, I must.
I must always do things I do not like.
I must do things against my rights.
I must always hear nonsense and believe they are right.
I must always agree and follow what you think I might.
There is no room for me in this world.
Who the fuck cares or think if I like.
Just tell me what I should do
Just tell me how you want me to do things ACCORDING TO YOUR WAYS AND THOUGHTS
Just tell me how I should live the rest of my life
Just decide for me who I should marry
Just tell me what I should do
I am just a fucking slave.
Fucking brainless slave you wish I should, for you to command and decide how I should live MY FUCKING LIFE.
There is no one who believe.
There is always someone who diminish.
There is no room left for me.
There is no way I can go.
There is nothing I can do.
I can only do what others want me to.
I can only be a puppet for all to pull.
I am stopping my paintings, my drawings, my handmade cards.
I can only sit there and do what others want me to.
There is no room for my interest.
I must always make ways and room for the convenient of others.
None of my things should be put and lie in this room.
I should not have interest, I must always do things that generate lots of monies.
I must work in the bank cos thats a better prospect, who the fuck cares if I like
I must, I must, I must.
I must always do things I do not like.
I must do things against my rights.
I must always hear nonsense and believe they are right.
I must always agree and follow what you think I might.
There is no room for me in this world.
Who the fuck cares or think if I like.
Just tell me what I should do
Just tell me how you want me to do things ACCORDING TO YOUR WAYS AND THOUGHTS
Just tell me how I should live the rest of my life
Just decide for me who I should marry
Just tell me what I should do
I am just a fucking slave.
Fucking brainless slave you wish I should, for you to command and decide how I should live MY FUCKING LIFE.
Words were just words, abc.................
Were words meant to be true?
Were words left meant to be remembered?
Were words told meant to be what it means?
If its so, why were they seems so hollow?
Words are just words I should not believe.
Words are just words meant to deceive.
Words are just words for the moment of folly.
Words are just there to make one happy.
Words were never what they mean.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
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