Storyphile

Reading

2006-06-08T16:45:00.000+08:00

As far back as I can remember, I never liked reading. My childhood was spent running about in shorts, playing 'Police & Thieves' or other inventive children games that included running, hopping, hiding an all types of ball games. Later, as an early teen, I hung out with a bunch of strays and well, suffice to say we did much I was not proud of.

Reading came to me as an alternative. Eventually the other kids grew up, went away or simply wasn't fun anymore. There was really nothing left for me to do but read.

What do teens read in those years? Sweet Valley High? No, not me. I wouldn't settle for the skirmish crush stories for I had none then (Late bloomer, surely). The most I would endure was Archie but he's so cute tho... and technically, Archie is but a mere comic.

During those days, the women in my house were also reading and rather fervently, if I may add. I wondered what was so fascinating about their reads and made it a point to steal one of their paperbacks to find out.

Unbeknownst to me, that was to be the turning point for a child such as I. For as soon as I read one paperback, I was hungry for another and another till I became...

A Teenage Mills & Boon addict!

Luckily for me, the women in my house had a boxful of those series. I stayed up nights just to finish every single last one of them. Worst still, I even re-read some of them...

Of course Mom figure found out when she walked in on me... It was like as if as I was caught midway through sex or something but the embarassment / awkwardness was similar!

The next day, try as I might, I found no more Mills & Boon lying about...

*sighs* That pretty much ended my love affair with M&B.

Love & Marriage

2006-05-26T00:24:00.000+08:00

Life as newly-weds was great. He may be young but he was streetwise and didn't mind hard work. To him, success was working out in the hot sun and coming home to his wife. It was the perfect life till the first born child came.

Suddenly he wasn't making enough to make ends meet.
Diapers, milk, doctor bills, child's future....

Luckily his wife had taken on a clerical position.

Still, he needed to bring home more so that the young family could afford their own house. For now, they had to make content with a room in his in-laws house.

He had always felt like he was imposing and even though they never said so, he had a feeling that his in laws were not particularly fond of him.

He decided to take on a job as a consignment driver.

For days, he'd drive out making his interstate journey and came back, a little more chiseled by the road. He’d see less of his wife. Of his little baby boy but the sacrifice will be worth it.

One year later, he was blessed with another baby boy.

He was happy and yet he was burdened. He still lived with his in-laws.

Soon, the assignments became frequent and he’d not return home for many weeks, months even.

Then the rumors began to spread.

Could it be that he has another?
Out of town, you say? Why, I thought I just saw someone who looked like him…

Once upon a time, there was a playboy

2006-05-23T16:48:00.000+08:00

He was from a large family of 9 siblings - the youngest of which was given away.
It was difficult for mom figure to handle 7 boys and 2 girls. He was Boy #5.

Lucky for him. Bois were naturally preferred over girls.

Whilst his 2 sisters had to endure Mom's every whims and fancy, the bois were treated like royalties.

Fortunately, he was naturally gallant and always stood up for his sisters, whenever he can - they loved him to bits.

He was a clever sort but never having the right kind of guide, he didn't pursue education as he should. His marks were terrible but still, he was a leader amongst his peers. Having good looks helped.

He had somewhat acquired a notoriety of a "Playboy" but he felt he was simply a misunderstood teen.

Then he met her. The village girl.

She had seemed ordinary at first but when he fell sick, it was she who tended to his needs.

Her kindness touched him. Maybe it was time for him to 'settle' downa and 'mend' his ways.

In 1973, he married her. They were both only 17.

Shape of skeletons in the closet

2006-05-19T12:18:00.000+08:00

There are times when Life seems shape-less - like it's in a mess sort. It probably is!

Of late though, I see a semblance of a shape albeit abstract.

Amen!

As far back as I can remember, I've had 2 elder brothers and we had a great sibling relationship. We'd tease and banter - oh sure we had our silly "He/She started it" arguments - but all feuds aside when games begin.

With the eldest brother, His idea of a fun is to play pretend Starwars. I'd wannna be Princess Leia but somehow I always end up as ChewBacca or Ewok. My brothers were everything else from ship commander to movie director to C3PO. I didn't mind it, I was much too young really.

Then he went away to school and became much too hip to hang around me and elder bro.

So we paired up and became game buddies. From boardgames to cardgames to chess to scrabble etc.

We were hooked on games and played till wee hours of morning. Oh what joy!

Then we had the Nintendo years and Super Mario became my wildest fantasy closely followed by Commando. Now when I think about it, I don't want to be rescued by some mushroom eating short moustache man - no offence but that's just a preference.

When Dad figure was around (he hardly was), there were wholesome family getaways.
Pony rides in Desaru.
Butterfly gardens in Cameron Highland.
Family resort stays.
etc.

Perhaps this a reason why I love traveling so much?

- ooh, deep issues. Deep issues man,, -

So much feelings unresolved and I don't really know where to begin...

I don't want to carry this baggage with me.

Humbly yours

2006-05-18T03:26:00.000+08:00

I've got pride the size of greenland. It stems from -- fill in your own excuse here --

So.

a) I auditioned to be part of a dance group. Over 300 participants.
Only 50 selected for the beginner's level and 30 for the intermediate level.

I was mighty confident. My solo had an edge plus I had ample clubbing practice.
I felt good after the audition. I was well received.

Soaring ego flies sky high.

A week later, the results were out.

Naturally, I scanned the list of selected participants in the intermediate level.
My name was not there. How could that be?
Let's read it thru again.

They prolly didn't let BIG in!

Just to be sure, let's look at the beginner's class.
Then I saw my name. In the beginner's group!

b) Later on,

I was asked to help out with a faulty MP3 player. The player looked like a wreck.
As is the case with most technical difficulties, always check the basic elements.
Aha - The battery connection was loose.

Apparently the battery cover is lost and in its place was a HANDiplast instead.

BwaAaaaahahahahahahaaaa...

I laffed my ass out at the poor fellow.

Afterall I was the proud owner of a sleek mp3 player with BATT Cover intact.

A few days later I lost the cover and everyone,

E V E R Y O N E knew about it.

They laughed at my silly ass.

c) Finally during touch training...

Captain: All senior players, please gather for a briefing now.
Me: - jogs in -
Captain: *looks at me* Senior players Only honey.
Me: hey, I know my game.
Captain: Yeh but u ain't played with THIS team before, so u a Junior Here.

Ouch, ouch. Ouch, ouch.
Ouch, ouch. Ouch, ouch.
Ouch, ouch. Ouch, ouch. Ouch!

Lest you think I'm still a prick, I am glad to inform that

a) I still have much to learn and am determine to improve myself. I signed on.

b) I was regretful over my cockiness and apologized if i seemed a tad insensitive.
Afterwards, I found my batt cover.

c) I humbly accepted my role. I was handpicked by Coach to lead the juniors.

Random Thoughts

2006-05-14T23:42:00.000+08:00

You know when I sit down to write, I'll just write about whatever current thoughts in my head. At this moment, there is None. Therefore I confirm my BIMBIOTIC genes are active especially of late.

I've been thinking of cropping my hair and the answer came from a random cab driver who said,"Your style of hair is very suitable on you"

Of course he also said,"How to find boyfriend when you fat like that?"

Where do taxi drivers get the gall to make personal comments?
Where, where?

*sigh*

The past week has seen me working my ass off and having way too much fun. Now amma just relaxin...

One of my blogpal is leaving for Rio De Janeiro (lucky bitch)!

haha - but on the bright side, I could be receiving a postcard from Brazil!
woo Hoo...

That reminds me of the postcard movement. Have you sent yours yet?

Another pal has managed onto the payroll of NorthWest Airlines.

Guess this bitch would be flying too!

Talks of Hawaii, Germany and many others are rife especially with a benefit like free flight for 1x pal.

Pick me, pick me!

Moving on to a budding romance. She's 28. He's 23.
My take = So what! Enjoy the moment, u guys!

This Mother's Day I was home. All day.

'Nuff said.

Weekly Rife

2006-05-09T11:49:00.000+08:00

It's taking a while to recover... for the dust to settle down and for me to get my work-mode on. It seems so easy for some people - these are the same people who complains about party animals such as me. (looks innocent - moi?)

*sheesh* You think life is easy on this end but Nooo, it is Never an easy ride particulrly on weekdays.

On Monday, we are obviously only beginning to get our groove back. Unlike normal people who would have rested on Sunday, we make a last minute effort to enjoy into the wee hours of the night! (erm, make that morning)

The haze continues on Tuesday but with a higher productivity level. We realise that we need to at least put SOME WORK in.

Wednesdays are our best days. Hey, it's mid week already. How time flies!

After the happy mode I am more inclined to really work on Thursdays and mind you, I work longer than most people on this day. As a matter of fact, my Thursdays are a 24hr marathon to finish everything so that by...

Friday, it's party mode on!!!

What happens next is a great rush weekend!
Hangouts. Parties. Laughters. Name callings. Joy. Foolish behaviour. Fun!

On a very recent weekend, Cousin's Weddings!

Next week, there's a theatre event lined up... Yes I'm excited.

Huh. it's only Tuesday? Damn!

Party animals only live for the weekends.
A miserable 48hrs in a whole week.
So you see, we have our work cut out for us.

It amazes me how you 'normal' people get by?

Hen Night

2006-05-04T12:14:00.000+08:00

I was secretly organizing the event. By the way, to organise an event with all women attendees was an almost impossible task!

The bride was sullen. She tried to organise a hen night and no one could make.

"Let's have coffee since we can't make a hen night!", I offered.

On day itself, bride 'decides' to have dinner and brings a friend. (All part of the plan)

Surprise number 1. It was a friend with a gigantic single stalk of sunflower.

The single stalks represents her 'singlehood' for the night and gigantic for maximum embarrassment.

Here are the rules.

- Please make your last call now after which, the mobile shall be confiscated
- Please do not adjust your BLINDfold otherwise there will be a penalty.
- Please note that tonight, you will be the most sporting sort of person ever.
- Oh and you are to hold the sunflower stalk from now on.

With an evil laugh, we shoved her into the car and drove to designated spot.

Location arrived.

We made her walk about in a very Public place with blindfold and sunflower and left her on her own. Sorry for the bumps honey, but it was crowded.

Eventually soars of laughter would gave us away and she finally yanks the blindfold away.
Surprise! All the other women are there too.

Cake cutting ceremony which included our own rendition of 'Going to the Chapel' song.

Gave her the loudest applause as she gave a speech and then requested a solo act of "Like a Virgin" - all recorded on video.

The public watched on in amusement.

Guys approached us. This was to be expected. In these lonely streets, guys will flock to where the girls are... bwah hahahaha

One was muscularly big and good looking and so we had them pose together.

First pose - Please place hand inside his shirt.
Second pose - Please sit on him and place arm round neck.
Final pose -Please stand with your back leaning against him like he's hugging you from behind. Then bend body down to touch your toes without bending knees.

Instructions were specific!

Ok, Now let's head over to the happening joint for more boogie.

It was exactly as we planned.
She was 'picked' on by the band.
The singer presented her with a sexy Nurse lingerie.
She was then led to change into it.
When she came out she was given a lap dance by the band.
And the entire floor.
Then she was given a garland of edible cheezels placed on her.
She was presented to whomever who'd like a bite. Men and Women!
Don’t worry we can replenish ‘her’.

All this on camera!

Random words of association: tequila, pussycat dolls, gyrating, mass gyrating, cranberry vodka, nibble-nilbble, ass groping, tequila.

Men Approach

2006-04-28T04:01:00.000+08:00

It was half past midnite as I stood waiting at the berth, I wondered if I could still catch the public or I would be better off walking.

Just then, thru the corner of my eyes, I notice two figure approaching.
One was on his mobile. Apparently they were lost.
The other was cute specially when he saw me and his eyes lit up with a smile.
I smiled back.

Fella with mobile walked towards my direction and by time he neared me, the phonecall ended.

Phone Fella: Heya
Me: Lost?
Phone Fella: Yeah, do u know how to get to Downtown from here?
Me: hmmm... c'mon then, lemme walk ya guys.

There WAS attraction.

10 steps into the walk, it all but dissipated.

The bois managed all the wrong conversation don'ts.

They began with this line.
"so, erm you was out from an outing with yer boyfriend?"

No, That was NOT SUBTLE at all.

I mean, the least you could do is to warm the girl up first.
So what if ya found out the girl's attachment status?
You mean, you gonna back down just coz of that?
I mean, she's a NICE girl.
She must be coz she took pity on ya fools who looked like lost lambs!

Then they had this "He's my bro and he's THE stud" tag team where the Cute Fella praises Phone Fella and tells of his achievements.
What are we? Juveniles?

*sheesh*

And it wasn't cool at all how they tried to eek out my number...

Phone Fella: So when do I see you again?
Me: Huh?
(Firstly I didn't express Any interest. Secondly what makes you think I want to see your silly ass again?

Phone Fella: I can call you and we can go out, you'know.
Me: Wow what an offer. I'll have to say, I'm tempted but no, thank you.
(I was in a good mood)

Cute Friend: Why make it difficult?
Me: I didn't know I was otherwise obligated.
(Why do men think that everytime they offer, we have to up and jump at it?)

Phone Fella: Ok, so maybe I could give you my number.
Me: *pauses and sighs heavily for more impact* I don't wanna give you false hopes.
Phone Fella: No, it's ok. You take my number and call me sometime.
Cute Friend: No Friend. What she really is saying is that even if she take your number, she won't call you.
Phone Fella looked at me.
I gave him the I'm-sorry-but-it's true look.

Finally we reached their destination and I left the two goons.

Men, urgh!

Project Engineers

2006-04-25T08:38:00.000+08:00

Ok, i'm on phase two with Project Engineers.

I'm glad I wasn't grouped with the same bunch from last year - They were a test-y bunch.

However, there's still Yini and Ejah whom I have great connections with, so that's great.

No matter. When you have to work - you have to work!

I notice there were a lot of Indian nationals in the engineering department. All of whom are much more proficient than I. I mean, these peeps have skills. Then I begin to wonder about the market - how it's saturating and where do I stand?

Qns:What is so special about me as an engineer that others might want to employ?
The answer. I'm a woman. I fuss a lot about details. And Boy, can I fuss!

Mr. President

2006-04-23T11:55:00.000+08:00

Got this from Jane. It goes hand in hand with Pink's rendition of Mr. President.

Dear Mr. President, Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror - Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President, Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say.
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine!

Let me tell you 'bout hard work!
Minimum wage with a baby on the way.

Let me tell you bout hard work!
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away.

Let me tell you bout hard work!
Building a bed out of a cardboard box

Let me tell you bout hard work, Hard work, Hard Work

You don't know nothing bout hard work, Hard work, H A R D W O R K...

Dear Mr. President, You'd never take a walk with me.
mmm, Would you?

Life in Slow Mo...

2006-04-21T20:08:00.000+08:00

First up - sorry for the previous rant - I needed to vent!

So,

yea.

Am listening to Baz Luhrmann's Sunscreen Advice

and am so dreaming of Sentosa.

Aaah,,, the sun and the glistening sea... the sea breeze,,,

- Life in Slow Motion -

*stretches*

Relocation Project

2006-04-17T12:17:00.000+08:00

Have you ever had one of those weeks when you have too much activity and yet a lot more thoughts you have yet to process?

Ok, first a warning alert.

This post is a rant for my own personal sanity.

I'm in charge of a relocation project. These are my choices.
- Bridgeport (CT)
- Teaneck (NJ)
- Providence (RI)
- Houghton (MI)
- Tampa (FL)
- Toledo (OH)

Am still scouring for more info. If u have FIRST hand info, leave a comment.

Now for Pre-Production Unit, please note the following.

1. Selection is decidedly Automotive Technology alongside passionate bi-options of active theatre parteckation as well as improved strummation ability.

This means a production watch once a month. Please get to it.

2. Rein-in Bankment for sole purpose of relocation progress. Please deny Tawau. Engage Germany for definitive assessment. Subset of Germany is service rendered to overbearing alpha relation.

Please God, give me strength.

Talking about God,

Me: I believe in a religion.
Alter Ego: What religion?
Me: 'A' religion.
Alter Ego: What is it?
Me: What is what?
Alter Ego: Your religion. What is your religion?
Me: It is 'A' religion. Fuckin 'A'.

Don't bash me if I'm gay.

Rein-in Bankment.
Maintain minimal capacity with suitable tender.
Current status: No suitable tender found.
Conclusion: I'm Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Rosie.

Now, I'm delirious.

3. Shallow, be thy name.
Beauty, be thy accomplice.
Fitness, be thy aim.
Advancement, be thine.

I'm done hallucinating. Gon keep em all in. Lock em up. Someday when am so numb, No more Hurting to be felt - am a'gonna throw dem keys away and be stronger for the experience. Some may need to work thru it, some people need ta wallow it in. Like ME. Keep the hurtin'. Keep the mindin'. And keep a'going. Coz there Is better and I deserve it.

The Mechanical Contrivium

2006-04-16T09:50:00.000+08:00

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Story Phile!

Olive oil was used for washing Story Phile in the ancient Mediterranean world!
Story Phile can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid!
The Aztec Indians of Mexico believed Story Phile would protect them from physical harm, and so warriors used her to decorate their battle shields.
Antarctica is the only continent without Story Phile.
Story Phile can grow up to three feet in a 24 hour period.
Story Phile can't drink - she absorbs water from her surroundings by osmosis.
Story Phile was named after Story Phile the taxi driver in Frank Capra's 'It's a Wonderful Life'.
Story Phile will often glow under UV light.
Birds do not sleep in Story Phile, though they may rest in her from time to time.
You should always store Story Phile in an airtight container in the fridge!

There are larger issues at hand.

2006-04-12T23:16:00.000+08:00

Swimming pool blocks out 2pm-4pm on Monday for women only.

This didn't used to be so I'mma thinking someone had prolly gone through a lot just to get this deal going. It's not that I'm uncomfy with swimming in a co-ed pool (which I always do) but I realise this is to cater for my sisters. However if public does not respond in kind, the consideration might be revoked.

Guess where I'll be on Mondays!

In the meantime, excitement in the air as the nation eagerly anticipate merry making for Good Friday Holiday. I bet people will be flocking to town on Thurs Nite, myself included. I'll bring my dancing shoes and ask Antonio to dance with Me

Singapore Sevens

2006-04-11T00:48:00.000+08:00

The carnival

Viva la France!

Ale le bleu!

1 More Day

2006-04-07T17:25:00.000+08:00

Forgive me

2006-04-06T04:01:00.000+08:00

Can you forgive me again?
I don't know what I said
But I didn't mean to hurt you

I heard the words come out
I thought that I would die
It hurt so much to hurt you

Then you look at me
You're not shouting anymore
You're silently broken

Random fun

2006-04-06T03:50:00.000+08:00

Can be there be such thing as too much fun?

Well, on the surface it may seem that way but you know there's only 2 more weeks left before I would once again be on the busy wagon and besides, I deserve this break.

If I want to go on an all night binging affair - that is entirely up to me.
I thank you for your concerns but no, thank you.
I think you should credit me for knowing my own limits.
It's like you judge me without really knowing me.

That's sad tho.

Coz all this time and you still don't know me enough?

But you know that's not what I'm truly upset about... coz no matter what u do, you'll never upset me enough...

It's just that there's this heavyness in my heart and I can't seem to rid it. It eats into me and I can feel the pain... So much so that my system is almost numb from the torture...

I would be in bliss should I reach that nirvana of unconsciousness but I would also be lost by then.

But that's what I'm afraid of.

That I might lose you too...

Weekday Blast!

2006-04-05T09:47:00.000+08:00

Shym's working hours are so irregular and weird. She'd start at 4pm and end at 1.30am which doesn't leave much for clubbing but we could watch a movie at 2am (on weekends) or we pull an all nighter and hang at Simpang Bedok!

A weekday blast? That's totally unreal...

Dance baby, dance!

2006-04-03T02:57:00.000+08:00

Weekend just over! Hooo weee...

On Sat eve, we was out walking along Clarke Quay and we got sidetracked into IndoChine - A club with raised platforms to dance on.

Usually I would say NO to House music but I wanted to dance so badly...

And so, can u imagine Hippy the hippo sort of hopping and jumping and 'flying' in the air sort of mad maniac dance... I mean, I had skills.. word!

haha...

I'm sure the other patrons didn't agree... oh well...

Then I saw the trailer of Antonio Banderas in Take the Lead.

I can't wait. I can't wait!

Stay Home Friday

2006-04-01T04:00:00.000+08:00

I stayed home all day Friday. Signs of old age, I reckon.

HA!

Also due to massive hangover from Thurs nite hangout at Ministry Of Sound Club. It was a riot and definitely made up for the lousy weekend I had previously. Woo hoo!

But oh how my back hurts....

However, I am now in deep thoughts about the signals I send off.

Y'see at the club, there was a creepy man who keeps popping up by my side. I mean, the club was jam packed with hot mamas but it was like he looked around and kinda zoomed in on me!

Conclusion = I attract weird characters.

Euuu....

Oh and Elmo - Let's make a pact NOT to step back when the guy who approaches is old and looks like my dad sort!

Urgh!

Pasir Ris

2006-03-30T08:18:00.000+08:00

I'm back from the jog. Did I say jog? I mean, leisure walk!

Time check it's 8am. Gosh - I walked by the beach strip, it was lovely.
I could only reach as far as Fisherman Village tho - shucks!

Note to self - Please buy a pair of shorts that does not ride up every 10 steps!

Pasir Ris (the area where I live) is such a bicycling community - I am suddenly spurred to get my bike fixed so's I can join in the spirit! Then maybe I can sing There Are Nine Million Bicycles In My Area...

Moving on, today I'm dressed to attend an award ceremony. I am to receive $150.00 for an improved student award. I think they just wanted to give away some token to the 'local folks' and so they came up with the most watever award they could.

Ok, so what would I do with the $150.00?

Truthfully, I've always wanted a whitening session with the dentist - the hazard of casual smoking. Unfortunately that would take more than $150.00 so maybe a permanent eyelash extension?

I need to go make some calls...

By the way, Ruthie - You're my dose of booster for the day. Lova ya. *Muacks*

Stop. Look. Listen

2006-03-30T05:37:00.000+08:00

It's 5.30am. Early. Too early. I haven't slept. Am intending to finish up The Rainmaker (John Grisham). I love the story. Challenges of a young upstart who finally thrives against mean corporate giants. My need for a happy ending!

Listening to the Blower's Daughter simultaneously.

Now, I need to exhaust myself. Too emo. I think I'll go for a jog.

Good Morning World.

Matrimony

2006-03-29T03:07:00.000+08:00

My cousin Jij is getting married.

I am happy for her.

- blank -

Really I am.

Ugly Weekend

2006-03-28T19:40:00.000+08:00

I was Sooo looking forward to the weekends. It was promising.

On Saturday, I met my girlfriends and we hung out at Rouge.

The lower deck had a keyboardist songstress ala Norah Jones and her songs were weepy - If ya wanted to be lulled that would've set the pace nicely but we wanted to party so badly so we checked the upper deck instead.

At first we were entertained by John Molina (one of Singapore's better musician entertainer) and then they had bar dancers which was kinda cool but then, things never picked up.

The next set of Molina was mediocre and mumbling. Boring!

Then some guy tried to hit on me in an ugly way.

He merely propped himself by my side, grabbed my hands and kissed into my ears.

eeeuuuu... Some guys simply have too much confidence for his own good.

And when I turned him down - he didn't play it cool at all... he walked off rambling something about women not giving men chances bla bla bla... fucking loser!

We went home dry.

I'd hoped the next day I'd have fun with my gay friends - they're always so much more flamby...

Unfortunately, after the first THREE hours of camera whoring and posing about town, we quickly settled into a bland drone.

There were new peeps within the group and the chemistry was just not there.

It was awkward.

I invited KD to come and join us - I told him his ex (Kit) was gonna be there - he was cool about it. It's been a while since they last met - It would be nice to see her again.

I told the table of the possibility of KD joining us later in the evening and the awkwardness was further strained.

Lina (good friend of Kit) immediately jumped. Can he not join us?

I turned and looked at Kit. She shrugged seemingly to say she doesn't mind.

At that point, KD was calling me.

I didn't pick up the phone. Then Lina's cell rang.

She picked it up.

"Yeah, we're all here... Do you think you can not come coz it'll be awkward... It is to me... Yeah? Ok. Next time then."

I was astounded. I mean, I thought we've all moved on.

"Yeah, we've moved on but we just dun like him - dats all."

Hangout went downhill from thence....

Journal

2006-03-25T14:01:00.000+08:00

A sense of high - It's like popping ice. Walking with H - I met this cute dude. A stall seller. I gave him my number and said call me. Oh my god, how brazen was That? That was totally surreal. It felt like a spectator - merely Watching myself engaging him in a silly convo before brazenly walking over to hand him my number. An out of body experience? OR maybe it IS that time of the month! HA!

Before that, I was flirting with some guy who dialled the wrong number. Cheesy, I know! We settled for a date on Fri. I was straight up tho. I said please don't be a Mat, local talk for guys who lack both E and IQ. He was gonna come fetch me - seems promising.

I dolled up. Half an hour before the meet, he texted to say that his car had low fuel - he wondered if we could go to a nearby destination. Like the beach?

My response - Something's come up and let's postpone.

Perhaps until you get a better clue on whom you're dealing with.

Half an hour into sulking, a call came. I re-dressed to meet an ole familiar friendly face.

We met at my neighbourhood and talked and walked and talked. It was nice.
Perhaps we'll meet again on Sunday?

Today, I'm meeting the girls. A night out at Cafe iguana.
$5 margueritas are too much of a temptaion to turn down.

;p

Back in Town

2006-03-22T16:31:00.000+08:00

Results are in and I got mostly B's and 1 C with 2F's. I deserve the marks I received.

I could've taken the sub papers and turned the F about but I decided against it coz the idea that my transcript would be an incorrigible D scares me.

I guess I'll retake these 2 modules and pull a better grade on them next time around.

There's this air of confidence about me. I'm excited.

I don't know what it is exactly that I'm excited about but I feel restless...

I feel like I'm ready and able to...
I want to talk to my girlfriends about it but words just doesn't quite cut it.

I mean, how can you talk about sumthin that you don't yet fully grasp.

There's this turmoil in my tummy and I need to release this excitement - hahaha... I sound like I'm aroused - Did I just typed that?

*Rolling on the floor moment*

The trip was a great retreat. A personal insight to my own agendas.

I want to share them but nah, maybe next time.

For now, I just want to bask at my own knowings and laugh in my own bubbles!

Ahakz....

Here's an inspirational clip I got from Baraka

May God bless everyone!

Pictures!

2006-03-21T12:37:00.000+08:00

Theatre & Travel

2006-03-06T07:25:00.000+08:00

The local theatre can be summed up in two words. Mediocre. Un-original.

However, to support a mate, I caught a neigbourhood production last friday.

My standing ovation to the playwright. The script was brilliant!
Creative, riveting and totally unexpected!

It should have been staged to a more critical audience.

Unfortunately, they would have to re-cast the entire production.
The actors were found lacking and inconsistent.
(Sorry mate, but ya wasn't 100% there.)

Suddenly there seemed to be hope for the local theatre afterall and it would come in the form of this brilliant playwright!

I remembered some time back when Liyanna mentioned about a gifted up-and-coming writer - I wondered if it was the same dude?

Moving on,,,,

I'm going to Oz in a couple of days!
A bit of Gold coast, a bit of Sydney and a bit of Perth.
Had to cancel Broome at the last minute. Something about rain and hurricanes.
Oh well, that'll be another trip down then!

Take care y'all!

Boy crushed

2006-03-02T07:54:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, I was on the way to work when I saw a figure approaching.
He is a regular patron who is also a friend of a friend.
We hung out Once (in a group) but I hardly remembered his name.

He was waiting for me, he said.
He somehow got wind that I've resign.
He might not have the opportunity to see me agian.
He wondered if I could spare some time to just sorta hang with him for a few.
Out of curiosity, I agreed.

It was later known that his name is Fad.
A 23 year old boy who has had a crush on me since the eventful hangout.
He could even recite my every word and action during that ONE gathering.

This kid either has a powerful memory or a bizarre mimicry talent!

I was flattered but gave the,"You're still young, you'll find someone who befits your age,,, bla bla bla routine."

For what it's worth, he made my day.

Hope this makes yours!

Work Mess!

2006-02-28T19:27:00.000+08:00

A couple of weeks ago, I had a major misunderstanding with my manager.

There was $40 dollars missing.

She asked me to explain the shortages.

Our conversation went something along these lines.

Mgr: How come got $40.00 shortage?
Me: There's shortage?
Mgr: You were the person on duty. It was humiliating when I got to the bank, and I was short of $28 dollars!
Me: *confused* $28? I thot u said was $40?
Mgr: In all my years I never had my staff backstab me like this!
Me: I'm sorry but I really can't explain how there could be such shortages. I didn't know there was shortage but I understand that I was the last staff on duty. I should've checked carefully. I will pay for any shortages found.

Days later of further investigation, she sent me a text message that read,"No need to pay. It was a machine error."

WTF!

As you can imagine our relationship has been strained since. I refused any direct communications with her choosing instead to leave her short messages like,"Please order xxx" or "Frost machine down". If the situation is too complicated for written notes, I'd delegate it to other staffs.

Sadly, work is not as enjoyable any more but what the heck - As long as she doesn't disturb me directly, I'm fine.

Yesterday however, was the pits. It really is too long to write out here but to make a long story short, I cried on my way back home.

Tonight I will leave my letter of resignation on her table.

Student Rant

2006-02-26T18:48:00.000+08:00

I am one of those students (read as I was one of those students) who didn't put in much effort but still managed to glide through the course.

Of course, there are times when the ball dropped over the other side of the net - That's when I kick in the extra effort to get back on track.

Somehow grades are getting more difficult to pull through - Is this a sign of old age?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggh...

I feel like I'm the only arse mugging and Still getting mediocre results.

I am surrounded by genius, I tell ya.

There's the odd fella who aces every subject but more often than not, he'd be found doodling in class.

Then a slacker who is able to memorise simply by reading - his marks for theorectical papers are one of the best.

There also a dude who could create Java programs effortlessly.
Did I mention he helped the entire class with our final project assignments.

*sigh*

Perhaps, tis an indication that yours truly is Not a very academically inclined person.

But what are my choices.

Blue Is The Colour Of You

2006-02-21T16:13:00.000+08:00

Have you heard this song before?

It's a jazzy samba number and I can't quite remember the lyrics.

It goes something like ...blue is the colour of you when you find out that your lover no longer loves you... Oh and blue.. bla bla bla....

Yes, I am making up part of the lyrics but it's something to this effect, alright.
(ET, don't gimmme THaT look)

My point is... haiz,,, I don't have a point.

My paper is in less than 3 hrs away and I was given 1 week to study but I blech away.
I did nothing but blech.

My heart is simply not where I need it to be.

Focus, I commanded but it's like I've been focusing so much through the actual semester - I just can't bring myself to focus anymore

I need a break and I need it now and without even so little as a goodbye note, my mind left me.

The irony is the fact that semester break is just 1 week away...

Darn it. Now, I gotta go find it and at least maintain a calm facade when entering the examinations hall. That is If I actually make it there!

bah hambug!

World War 3

2006-02-20T18:23:00.000+08:00

I agree, It's coming. It's always been coming.

There are loads of factors and issue to consider about this.

"Every action begets a reaction."

Whether the reaction be in kind response or irrational action depends entirely on the dynamics of that society and/or individual.

On one hand I think the drawings must be censured.

On another hand, I have never condoned riots.

But then again, I'm not there. I don't know what goes on.

In my silly imaginings, the movements are part of a greater network of terrorism but that might give them too much credit.

It could also be the mere propagations of one man ala Jakob the Liar.

If it helps, I AM Sorry.

I AM Sorry that as a moslem I'm not taking an active enough stand to educate my brothers and sisters in that part of the world.

I AM Sorry that as a moslem I haven't been able to be more proactive to stop this silly madness.

I AM Sorry that as a moslem I Don't Even Know Where The Fault Lies!!!

Mom's in hospi again

2006-02-19T17:50:00.000+08:00

Am I unfillial if I don't visit you everyday.
If my brother's don't do it, you'll just say they're busy.

What of me, who's working and studying.
I need rest too.

Would it be really bad if I actually made an effort to show my face just to check in on you?

Of course, they'd get there first, they have their own cars.
Please, let's not get into why I don't have a car now.

I'm tired of this conversation.

Alright fine, I give in.

I'm unfillial.

Idol and Memories

2006-02-17T17:15:00.000+08:00

YES, Freemantle Idol franchise has hit this part of the world.

This is it's second season here and yes I'll be queing in line!

Wish me luck. On another matter....

What do you remember about me?
(as seen on a blog I read and posted here word for word)

If you read this… if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often or don’t really know each other)..... Your job, your mission, nay - even your new goal in life is to post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.It can be anything you want - good or bad.

It can be about that time when I spent the night with you in the South American jail because you got drunk and tried to pick up on a cop....

Or it could be about that night when you and I hopped on railroad cars and rode clear across India…

BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you!

Post away - and be creative!

To give you an idea, this is the memory I posted on a Ruthie's blog.

My memory of you would have to be that time when you sprung a surprise visit on me and Hans.

We had homemade middle eastern cookings complete with desserts!

But I guess you weren't used to the chilli...

It's ok dearie, the mattress was old and we had to change it anyway...

V-day 2006

2006-02-15T07:50:00.000+08:00

What was I doing just before I started blogging?
I just came home from work.

Real life scenario
Boy A & Boy B likes Girl C.
Girl C announces to public that she will make a choice on V-day.
She chose none for she treasured their friendship too much.
However, she declared, she liked Boy B more.
My heart went out to Boy A.

*sheesh*

Today, they went out as a group. Gosh, I can't imagine the tension.

Luckily, I had my own group of gal pals to hang out with.

No, we didn't go karaoke (our normal routine) but instead we watched 2 shows!

CasaNova - a lighhearted movie. Go with no expectations, you might enjoy it better than I did.

MatchPoint - a slow start but the ending - OH WHAT A TWIST. I loike. It surprised me. Personally I wouldn't have watched it if not for Shinado-san's insistence. For once, she actually picked a good movie! Ha.

Saying of the day,"Next time, if u want to watch a horror show, I want in but no more silly romantic stuff." - AND This came from one of the girls!

Me dumbfounded.

Nayways, how was your Valentines?

Non functioning brains = Movie marathon weekend

2006-02-11T21:00:00.000+08:00

My brain cells are totally cooked! Partly from this fever/flu I'm having or all them clogged-up phlegms somehow managed to work themselves up into my head! Just the thought of it - eee yuck!

Today I sat back and watched A WALK TO REMEMBER.

Was that really Many Moore? I mean, I've never really noticed the girl... but the movie... AIyoooooh! So-the-touching!

Yeaps, I cried as I always do... Damn, I have to do something about my tear-tap!

AND Mandy Moore rawks.
(did I just say that? euu,,,, Now I sound like a cheesy fan)

Just between you and me, I tried to google her and good lord, so many websites - dunno which one is for real or fake. Just the right kind of motivation needed to drop the idea.

Of course, that was my third (or fourth) movie for the day.

First movie was Wicker Park (Josh Hartnett - what a stiff but If given the chance, I'd jumpfuck him in the winter blitz!).

Second movie Braveheart. Mel Gibson, *sighs forlornly*

This brings me to a conclusion that I am a very lustful being.
(DID I JUST BLOG THAT?)

Yesterday I hosted a grad prom party for a cohort of law students.

// Side comments
The idea of it was absolutely intimidating.
You know how lawyers are - they always think highly of themselves.
(With the exception of any of my readers who are actual lawyers or intending to do law or supports lawyers in any way).
// end of Side comments

Right from the word go they were control freaks.

"So, Rosie do you know how to host games?" in perfect british accented english

*EYE BIG BIG + SPEECHLESS

Then the prom began with a buffet spread and as I stand in line for food, I overheard a conversation in front of me.

A: Oh my god, they are fucking clutz. Imagine preparing soup and forgetting to provide bowls. *snorts*

B: What do you expect from common people? *returns snorts*

Another considerable factor was that I was invited to co-host with 'Z' who has little or minimal hosting experience. I know him personally and as a friend, he's cool. As a host - well, let's just say he's more of a theatre person.

I tried to tell this to the organisers as nicely as I could...

Me: I've never co-hosted before. I might be bad at it.

Organiser: Nonsense - you'll be fine.

Me: Yah, that's true. But he's never hosted before..

Organiser: Don't worry, you'll back him up.

Me: But duncha think it's kinda funny. Me, big girl. Him, dwarfed chap?

Organiser: That's so funny - we never thought of it that way. All the more comical for the night. See you then!

They simply didn't get me.

The show began with a charming crooner ala Frank Sinatra way... which was good.

Followed by a 4-man rock band who started like this.

Lead singer shouts into mic: Are you all ready to parrrrtty?

Audience: (continues eating)

Lead singer shouts: Well c'mon are you all ready to party?

Audience: (glares at him for being so sharply loud over the mic)

Lead singer: Well, are you all dumb or what?

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE LOOK ON THEM LECTURER'S FACE???!!!

However, the band seemed oblivious and continued playing.
Their music was LOUD.

People were leaving the room just to get away from the noise.

Finally the band ended with courtesy claps or genuine OH-I'm-So-Glad-That's-Over claps!

Next on the agenda - Games.

But this was a host worst nightmare.
How do you gather the herd when they're engrossed having their own conversation at the veranda or taking pictures - No one was at their seats.

'Z' (my co host) was like," I don't think we can proceed with games".

I grabbed the mic. That gave me strength. Of course it could also be because when I speak into the mic - I'd be stereo boosted!

So I got into the role, and went around the room talking nonsense and finally managed to gather them back to their seats. From thence on, it was all fun, fun, fun!

Turns out, a law faculty is not so stiff afterall. They COULD laugh at themselves!

Here are some highlights of the night:

- A strapping good looking Steven who wears a cashmere brown jacket, similar to mine. When I said, we could somehow be connected - the audience laughed.

- A lecturer who had purposely lost a game because he didn't want to play. I said he was a BADD, BADD boy. Surprisingly, he shoved his butt and said,"Spank Me".

Of course he was the same lecturer I forfeited to pole-dance around a girl.

- I asked one of the students to say what he'd like to achieve within 3 days. He was dumbfounded.

I said,"Dude, I'm not asking what you want to achieve in life!".
He replied,"Lose weight?".
My retort,"In 3 days? What kind of programme is that? I sure as hell need it!"

And others... the point is, people were loving me.

But that's the problem. 'Z' (my co-host) didn't make much of an impact at all...

I outshoned him so much so that towards the end of the show, he said,"Here, you take the mic."

Damn, I hate awkward situations like this.
Now, I don't know how to face him next time round.

We parted ways in our usual banter but I could tell he was awkward too... unless i'm paranoid and feeling guilty and therefore...

Well, you get the pic.

After that, there was another lousy band on the agenda but at least they were funny.

Lead singer: Thank you for clapping. Really, I appreciate. I know we sucked. You guys are too kind. Please bear with us for another song!

Then they had a slide presentation that didn't happen because there was technical difficulties!!

!@@#$$^$%^*&%^^#$%@#

That meant I had to impromtu again...

Boy, was I knackered by the end of the show!
(I was fighting the flu then)

Having no energy left, I called for a cab.

OH MY GOD, it was SO difficult getting through to the operator!
Half an hour later I was still stranded.

You'd think that everyone would be at home saving their money 'coz the economy is not so good but NO, the whole fucking nation's out partying! It's like New Year's all over again!

I found myself in Peninsular Hotel seriously contemplating to spend the night there but luckily the lobbyist took pity on me and my watery-eyed & rudolped-nose self.

God bless that kind mat.
I rested (read as SNORED) on their comfy couch.

ANother half hour and a cab finally came.
I wanted to tip the dude but didn't have any change on me.
I could only offer an embarrassing thanks and wiped my drool off!

So now, am at home suffering dearly for a hectic Friday + week, blissfully continuing a movie marathon...

Fresh as the pine trees in Istana Grounds

2006-02-09T12:13:00.000+08:00

What was I doing just before I started blogging?
installing macromedia studio 8

The week has passed so quickly - I wished it could pass even quicker.
It's like why torture yourself into slow death, let's just get it done and over - come what may and start afresh.

I think that's my problem there. Always wanting to start afresh.
Maybe it's because I bungle things up in the mid, rushing through jobs and then, I start afresh.

Which is always something to look for - this might explain my bubbly characteristics...

Rosie's input of life.... (drumrolls, please...)

Life's like the sprawling Pine trees. It always starts afresh!

Micheal Flatley VS Micheal Erwin

2006-02-05T15:19:00.000+08:00

Micheal Flatley's Lord of the Dance is mostly repetitive tap dancing with irish music. It was almost boring.

But somehow I just hung in there - rather in a hypnotic state at the bountiful energetic dancers.

WOW!

They flew, jumped, hopped and tap all throughout.

WOW!

The make up, costume and stage lightings were brilliant.

I gave a standing ovation at the end.

In the mid section of the 1 and a half hour show, he does a solo dance - WOW!

I'm sorry for my lack of descriptive word but lookie at my face when I say, WOW!

I can't say it enough. Wow, wow, wow, wow, WOW!

Recently, someone had quipped,"You have a confidence about you".

Really? I do?

If so, my tribute to Micheal Erwin.

Eons ago on the stage of the now defunct Fort Canning Drama Centre....

We had bunked in a day earlier to set up lights and fx.
Inevitably, there was tension in the room.
We were enhancing my solo part.
I played an evil assistant who would be 'turned' to good.
The dramatic formation was depicted in this act.

Micheal was patient but time was running out.
He kept urging me to reach deep and bring forth what I can.

But I couldn't. All eyes were on me and I didn't know how to do what he wanted. Then I saw his exasperated look. Everyone else was getting impatient.

They started whispering. Then they began to laugh. My eyes were welling up.

But dear Michael turned and lashed out at them. Silence, he said.
Genius needs silence to work.

Bless you Michael, wherever u may be.

Word Cloud

2006-02-02T20:21:00.000+08:00

sHo fun!!!

Create your own here!

Tagged from Elmo!

2006-02-02T08:16:00.000+08:00

Tag mission: The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover/partner. Need to mention the sex of the target.

Target of perfect partner: Male
Occupation: Fruit Seller (this is an optional declaration)

My perfect-partner:

1. Physically, must have a chest. Please refer to picture. Oh, urm, colors do not matter.

:)

2. Silent motivator. He MUST be someone I look up to who doesn't nag constantly but whose disciplined actions would spur me.

3. Sense of humor to appreciate me. I promise to bring sillyness to his life. heh

4. Chivalrous - Ok, call me old-fashion but I like a man with an old fashion manner.
However, the sister suffragette in me will constantly challenge him.
But don't it feel good when he holds the door for you, picks up the tab and send you right to your door step even if he does stay at the other end of world.
Oh and a bigger plus if he comes and fetch you regardless of where you are!

5. Easy going personality to go with the flow sort.

6. Clear headed to balance out the mess in my head!

7. Only one passion and that passion is ME! hahahaha

8. Health conscious - again, it's to balance me out!

Imagine this.
You went to a party together but you both know that sticking together is rude and so you mingle separately. Him with his boys. You with your girls. But you're ever so conscious of each other. You may be standing at different ends of the room but the glances you throw speaks volumes. It's not telepathy. It's love. I'm sure you'll eagerly anticipate the rest of the night and the rest of your life!

Me? I'll just sit at one spot envying that lucky couple.
Not everybody can be as lucky.

*sigh*

I now tag adrenalynn, ruth, joey, baby esha, hudaz, darryl, harbinz and lilkim

February - another month has passed

2006-02-01T07:42:00.000+08:00

Hmm,,, this blog is really kinda turning itself into a diary of sorts eh?
(hint: I won't turn down sony pictures if they wanna make another ala bridget jones diary hit.)

Nayways the month of jan was filled with festivities - what with chinese new year and generousity filling the air. PS.I received another gift from the store - this time it's a spanking new portable VCD! Even though it was a locally known as al-cheapo brand (ENZER) but hey, people give, just take'lah!

Coolio eh? heh heh...

Eventually, I gave it to my aunt coz I already have one. ha ha.
Ok, ok, it's because I needed some favors from her - but I could have given her some other freebies I received. lol...

During the chinese new year, all non celebrants performed a mandatory 12 hours shift. So at any one time, there'll be at least 3 staffs at hand in anticipation of the larger crowd. Sales hit sky rocket and just based on these earnings, would keep us open in this quaint corner.

Work was fun, coz spirits were 'high' and everyone's super tired to the point that we're laffing our asses at every slip ups... talks surrounded on catching up in each other's life... especially n reference to their loved one... I was unable to share since I had little or NON existence romantic life but it was uplifting to note that romance is not totally dead even in marriages...

Silly stories like that fills ya up and gives ya the strength to go on just fer a bit and of course, u hit a plateau but something else will happen then. It has to.

:)

So, to all those who is wanting, just hold on k. God didn't leave you on your own. He's just taking some time to make a perfect glove to fit you.

:)

wah - rozie so lomantic arh? - *shiver me timbers*

kha kha kha...

Maybe because I'm high on spirits too..

Yesterday I managed a little dip. Not too long - a slow and gruelling but thoroughly enjoyable 8 laps. When I got home, less than 2 hours later, I was deep in slumber.

Yes.

"DEEP IN SLUMBER!"

I mean, I haven't been able to sleep so well,,, BUT OH HOW I FEEL SO GOOD NOW!

My apologies to ***** - I didn't mean to fall asleep on the phone!

Priorities

2006-01-25T07:20:00.000+08:00

This life is pretty simple. You set your aims/goals and you work towards it.

In the midst of stress, you might lose you vigor but so long as you keep your priorities straight, you're on the right path. But when even yer priorities are clouded, THANK GOD FOR FRIENDS.

(I know I dissed ya in our teleconvo but I do hear and I listened to your words.)

I realise now that I have loads of catching up to do.

Luckily, that's what I've been doing my entire life and so with such practise, I should be alright.

Right?

Java Weekend

2006-01-22T19:33:00.000+08:00

Eyebag check - it's less obvious which is a good sign - rite?

Of late i've been catching up on good ol rest at the sacrifice of actual school hours! I guess I'm just so tired.

Current work hours has been reduced - Hoorah! But I'll be pulling extra hours for Chinese New Year. Am so not looking forward to that!

So back to the question - How was your weekend?

Me? Oh nothing much - just deeply buried in learning a foreign language - JAVA!

urgh - I hate java to the max! *blech

A clean slate

2006-01-18T07:29:00.000+08:00

I am cheap and can be bought as easily for a meagre sum of $39.90.

That's the cost of an electric pot my manager gave me this morning.

All my gripe slaving out at the store has come to a clean slate.

I feel so grateful to my manager for with this gesture of giving - it indicates to me that I am appreciated. That my work is commendable and is noticed. That thus far, I have slogged more than satisfactorily.

The electric pot will be cherished thus, like the Golden Globe Award I've received for my movie. (a peek in the future)

And all these gratuity for less than $40 bucks?

Hey, I did say I was cheap.

Have a good day everyone!

And the world stood still...

2006-01-17T17:37:00.000+08:00

Time is 5.30pm. Day is Tuesday. Week is number 2 in a new school term.
I must've been tired.
Came home from work and just slept.
And slept till Time is 5.30pm.
Day is Tuesday.
Week nmumber 2 in a new school term.
My first day of absence from school.

Gotta go off now - need an MC to cover my ass.

Meta Morph

2006-01-15T02:18:00.000+08:00

Hear my gruntles
My inertia my hurdles
In past, I was a fly
Socializing with style
Hangouts, parties and weekend getaway to those isle
I breathed Life
It clung to me
Everthing's in my stride
I cheat sometimes
I manipulate and lie
Dun mess with me
I'll make you cry
Was I hollow inside?
No, I was happy
I had pride
But things started to get crazy
I don't recall why
Suddenly I was stripped bare
Ideas forming in my mind
So I caved
Hit rock bottom and became
Like a moth I float in daze
Time just ticking away
It's just a phase
I want to be hopeful
But look at my tired face
Fuck you, work and school
Fuck you surviving tools
Fuck. The whole wide world too.

When bored colleagues talk

2006-01-12T00:54:00.000+08:00

Tonights' topic was hot on the pursuit of love.

In a nutshell, women are idoits.

The strength of a woman is how they would sacrifice themselves!

In my honest but limited opinion - That's pretty stupid.

Did anyone watch Hercules - the Disney movie.

It was shown eons ago but the female lead character was this girl who was forced to seduce Herc. Later it was known that the lass had sold her soul to the devil for a man she loved but the man turned out to be a scoundrel.

I bet it was based on a real life event!

Anyway,,, in one of my earlier post, I shared a story about Lynn.

Well, I'm glad to announce she found someone and we're all happy fer her coz apparently he doles out on her so much - I get green just telling about it.

He brings her to branded places and asks her to pick whatever she fancies - It's ON HIM!

I'm like woah girl, what does he do? Is he a director of some chain of hotels or sumtin?

Apparently he's just a white collar with minimal responsibility and savings to spare.

Isn't that sweet?

Now, ladies before y'all start tagging me - I know watcha want to ask and NO, he does not have a brother or a friend. Believe me, I'd already tried asking.

Sometimes I'd listen in to their conversation and I'm telling ya, this guy's a saint!

Once, she told him that her kids are gonna be startin school soon and he DEMANDED to have her account number. Of course she refused but I gave it to him.

Ain't nothing wrong with a man giving money in my books.

:p

Later though, there was some chaos - to make the story short, he was served with a couple of months for skipping his drug test appointment.

I was like WTF!

I mean, this guy was handsome to the max! Why'd he need chemical high would be beyond me. At any time he could be having fun with great chicks like Lynn. I mean, he's so handsome - women would just flock to him - I know I would.

Sudden thought - maybe he's gay?

On that note, I think he'd attract as many guys.

Of course she returned all his gifts (which included diamond bracelet) and we never saw his shadow ever since... but once he did sms her and we wondered how that could be possible since he's still serving time.

Then we talked about the local prison standards. Is it true that they cramp up to 8 prisoners in 1 cell? And oh the stigma of having a record. After release, I imagine convicts would be muggers or gangsters or gigolos.

What if the convicts were women? - stump -

We went back to work...

I hope Lynn find someone soon - she deserves so much more.

No sleep marathon

2006-01-10T18:25:00.000+08:00

I'm excited.

I get like this when I'm working on projects. Deadlines gives me an adrenalin rush.

Someone once said I am a perfectionist.
Personally, that's too strong of a word but I am proud of the fact that when I am lead a project, the results may not be the best but it is ONE of the best.

heee... pompous eh?

ah well, If I don't blow my own horn then who will?

hee...

Projects undertaken
1. Website Competition
Theme: How can engineering address Global Warming
2. HTML project
Theme: Personal website of student profile
3. Business Website
Website for actual company

The clock ticks. 21 hours of no sleep and counting.

Entertainment of the day

2006-01-09T11:45:00.000+08:00

Last week I indulged in a heavy load of CCAs. Some have asked how or why do you partake when time is limited.

The reason (I declare) is that these CCAs gives me purpose and meaning in my otherwise mono-droned life.

One of ma fellow Dramateers whom I met recently said,"There will always be flamboyant people. We have to play our part too."

Ok, those weren't his exact words but something along these lines...

Confidence - I loike.

Time passes much too quickly - thanks to my newly acquired MP3 player.
Oh how I am entertained!

Blogging from School

2006-01-04T14:14:00.000+08:00

Woo hoo.. with an amazing travelmate - one can do wonders to override school's network!

This is definitely a personal triumph - I'm BLOGGING FROM SCHOOL!

woo hoo! I do believe I'm on a technology-high! Hee..

Ok, coming down to earth.

I FAILED MY MATHS.
So I guess that means NO MORE GOING OUT FOREVER!

Ok, I know that's kinda harsh but seriously, I'll need all the time to catch up.

On a brighter note I actually pased JAVA - that must surely be a fluke!

Am awaiting other results - will let you know when it comes.

But school's not just about studies...

Come this thursday, the polytechnic together with a local paraplegic hero will attempt a guiness world record as World's 24hr Paraplegic Marathon-er. The inspirational dude will attempt to push his wheels around the school's field for 24hrs non stop!

That's just awesome - It's amazing what man can do when motivated.

Note to self - must bring camera.

No more play - Lil miss Jill here will concentrate on studies.

Sorry guys - gotta get priorities straight.

See ya in a few years!

(Just kidding dearie - of course I'll see you on Friday!)

2006 - Life goes fucking on

2006-01-01T02:41:00.000+08:00

8 weeks without blogging - holly smoke!
I even had depression-due-to-I-could-not-blog syndrome.
yikes.

So much has happened. I don't know where to begin.

Self realization: I'm one of those, whom at first would seem adverse to changes but would quickly adapt to it like a river fish caught and placed in a bowl.

But perhaps this analagy is not entirely right for why would you place a river fish in bowl - you'd usually barbeque it till it's charred and eat with sambal.

yum yum

Unless...

the river fish was uniquely beautiful or uniquely weird.
Like maybe it had the word "ALLAH" naturally carved on it's scales.

:p

-anyhow-

On the home front
Mom's still not as stable as I would like her to be - but hey, at least she's still here. She's not been very supportive but maybe that's just a family culture - to be unsupportive. Somewhat like reverse psychology.

Watever.

I've come to understand that I am my own mainstay. Yes, I've said it before but previously I was still grappling to come to terms with it but now, I am mighty mighty ME.

(eh, how come that sounded like abnoxious ah?)

I don't mean for it to be - here's a highlight.

A couple of days ago I said to Mum,"Can I throw out my bed coz I need more space to organise a study area."

She said along the lines of,"Over my dead body"

Yesterday I dismantled the bed and placed it outside. Mind you, she's still alive and breathing. (heavily and with much difficulties - prolly upset with my defiance)

With a new day (today), came an overriding sense of good mood and she gamely decided that the bed be given to Auntie instead.

Conclusion: If you really want something to be done - just go and fucking do it. What others feel or their reactions will be secondary and eventually people will adapt.

Or in other words, life goes fucking on.

Engineer School
What?!? Me, an engineer? No way jose. If you should see me - altho I do not think I'll have a social life until graduation which would be in year 2008 (unless I drop out or repeat or passed on along the way...) - PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME HOW SCHOOL IS.

Suffice to say that in reply, french will be my language of choice.

My social life has also taken a dip towards the worst. Thus far, I've only met with Tasha, who withstood my bloody tantrums and whinings to be with me.

And when I say "be with me" - she actually takes the trouble to come and see at my convenience. And no, she does not drive or ride or have student concession - she makes the effort to come and see me.

*touched moment*

*ok, touched moment over*

Work & school leaves rosie with no time nor effort to play.

What little time I do get goes to staring-in-space Guinness records. (I'm trying to collect as many hours for the chance that I could be the person who stares in space the most.)

Public Apology
To everyone:
Saying sorry will lose its effect after a while. Please try to understand and bear with my non-existence till graduation. If it helps, do think that I was abducted by a rich but dashing and virile arab man to be part of his harem where I will be pampered with only the best of what the world offers. Gold and silver platters and bla bla bla (fill in with own creation)...

Here's a forecast of the next term.
(Read like a newscaster)

January
Pouring rain on studies as we try to catch up with previous syllabus as well as encourage interest in modules even though they are as dry as sahara desert.
Traffic at work will be hectic.

February
After much torrent, we predict a hapless half-crazed student burning self in preparation for major exams as well as completion of major projects.
Traffic at work remains.

March
Some sunshine heading in the way of Australia and oh what a wonderful life.
Traffic at work stops.

Until next time, thank you for tuning in to Rosie's World.

Oh and happy new year to one and all!

Give me a chance

2005-11-23T13:13:00.000+08:00

Just Monday, my brother has expressed his dissatisfaction with the way I lead my life. Well, too bad - for he hasn't earn enough respect for me to actually care.

However, I realize that there will be people (usually their lives are so free, they have time to think about others OR their lives are just so full of crap that they prefer to look into other people's crap) who will judge me at face value.

The same disturbing issues.
Why can't she work and help her mom?
Why can't she be normal like most people?
Why can't she be more practical and just accept the fact that she's not very academic sort. bla bla bla...

I've had it. Enough is enough.

Here let me spell it out for you.

I am immature. I am selfish. I was lost and now I'm found.
I found myself. NOW, I'm going that way.

You can either follow me on this ride or you can stand there and start jeering.

I don't give a fuck!

Coz I'm riding this wave out whether u be with me or Not.

However, there have been those who are supportive.

The VA sisters - I love you girls. You are the pillar of strength and support when I need a holler wake up call.

Thanks.

ps: Mom was hospitalised again but will be discharged today - am gg to fetch her now. Didn't want to alarm anyone - it's prolly no biggie (or at least that's what I tell myself)

Weekend Homework

2005-11-20T10:03:00.000+08:00

I didn't do them instead I did these...

You Are Mexican Food

Spicy yet dependable.
You pull punches, but people still love you.

What Kind of Food Are You?

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.
But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.

Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski
(I haven't even watched any of them?!?)

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

Your Career Type: Enterprising

You are energetic, ambitious, and sociable.
Your talents lie in Politics, leading people, and selling things or ideas.

You would make an excellent Auctioneer or Bank President or Camp Director or City Manager or Judge or Lawyer or Recreation Leader or Real Estate Agent or Sales Person or School Principal or Travel Agent or TV Newscaster.

The worst career options for your are investigative careers, like mathematician or architect.

What's Your Ideal Career?

I found the last quiz rather interesting. It's right on the spot about my worst career options but check out their recommendations.

An auctioneer - what the hell does that entail. Who in Singapore would want an auctioneer? Career wise, the possibilities are bleak.

Bank President? Hahaha - That about sums up the remote possibility.

Camp Director - Ok, I guess I might be able to handle that...

City Manager - euuu I hate politics - so I'll stay out of any government office.

Judge or Lawyer - Oooh I loike but nah, I'm not as quick witted as I would declare myself to be.

Recreation Leader - Yeah, that sounds like fun!

Real Estate Agent or Sales Person - I hate selling.

School Principal - If I ever run a school, it would be a playhouse! Fun.

Travel Agent - Half the time I won't be at my desk coz I'd have bought the trip packages myself!

TV Newscaster - hmmm... now this seems like an actual possibility. Just need to shed my fat self so that my face might actually fit in the screen.

Ok, 'nuff abt me - tell me yours!

Tribute to Kadir

2005-11-17T12:24:00.000+08:00

It was a drama unfolding at the berth of the bus interchange.

As soon as I alighted from the bus, I saw a familiar face. (It is always heartening to see a friend.)

"Hey, how are you Hudaz, bla bla bla." We could only exchange a brief convo.

She explained that both her and Kadir (who was within sight) had followed an uncle whom they suspect was a hospital runner. No super sleuthing required, he was wearing hospi gown and Kadir has got him by the hands - Literally.

I turned and saw Kadir actually holding onto Uncle's hand by the wrist and Uncle was violently refusing the contact.

Everybody else at that berth were merely looking on.
*sighs* Singaporeans are a bunch of theatre audience.

In that instant moment, I put on my invisible Superhero costume and boldly stepped into the situation.

Cheerily I greeted the uncle,"Hello Uncle. How are you? My name is **** and Oh, what have we got here?"

Kadir,"Uncle is a runaway patient but we've called the ambulance to fetch him."

Uncle yells,"I want to go home. I want to go Home".

With that he stared down at Kadir and gave him a big platooi spat!

Eee-Yuck!

Then Uncle tried to swipe at him but being the old man that he is, his swipe was easily anticipated like in slow-motion films. Kadir ducked with mischievious grin.

Infuriated, uncle begins a spitting retaliation. This time, Kadir is tempted to raise arms.

Uh-oh - situation getting violent!

Let's diffuse the situation,"Uncle want to go home is it? Uncle stay where?"

Uncle stays in Bedok. At first he eyed me warily.

I then persuaded Kadir to let go of Uncle's hands for logic indicates that the poor Uncle was queing in the wrong bus berth, to begin with!

I chatted up further with Uncle John (yes, I managed to get his name) and he even asked me to help hold his bag of belongings that he was holding onto like a precious trove of treasures while he looks for a tissue that I had asked for.

Not long after, the "transport" arrives. I was relieved to see the Officer. He was however, a young chap. Instinct told me to stay on but necessity made me leave to reach office in time.

Five minutes later, I came back to see if the drama was still unfolding but regretfully, all was clear.

However, this is a tribute to young Kadir. Young as he is, he has a big heart - mature enough to help. (No, I'm not trying to match make him)

Life has evolved to be so self-absorbed that one hardly has time to be civic minded, to notice and see others in need.

I imagine if I was alone and If I had been the first one to encounter Uncle John alone, I would have probably left him be. I wouldn't dare otherwise.

However, kudos to Kadir - I'm proud to have made his acquaintance.
(I'll email him this post)

Ironically, just minutes after I noticed a police patrol car rounding the area.

That's the local enforcement motto,"Always here when you don't need us".

Glorious Food

2005-11-16T07:35:00.000+08:00

Auntie Rabiah is in town to bask in the glory of Eid celebrations. I managed to squek some time out to guide her around town and Boy, was I glad that I did so. Coz at the end of that short tour, I ended up with a new school bag, a new shoe bag and a new gym bag! Read that as 3 different bags and not those 3-in-1 sort.

:p

After one week of school, we had our first test yesterday. The class was competitive and everyone was doing maths revision over and over again. Two hours before the test, I crammed up and couldn't revise no more. Thank god, that's over... now to have a little breather...

Oh and yes, I did make time for a family dinner.

This was my share of it.

Back at home & school

2005-11-07T20:34:00.000+08:00

My mom's back. Yay!

I've been looking for my birth Cert for the admission requirement and I looked 'everywhere' but for the life of me - couldn't find it. My mom spent less than an hour and she found it. *sighs*

I declare, My mom is my best Birth Certificate finder!

You know, someone mentiond that I take strength from her and I like the sound of that. (Thank you, girl!)

On another issue, First day of school was crap.

O M G! School has never been even more excruciating than this.

Computer codes and functions thrown around so casually - Although I'm still grappling to understand - I already feel like a geek!

The best subject of the day was MATHS!
Can you imagine that!

But ah, Christian called. Well, I didn't get to pick it but still it warmed my heart that he called.

Eid Celebration

2005-11-04T09:46:00.000+08:00

It was about 5am - much too early for any activity but somehow I couldn't sleep. Perhaps my body was used to working at night? (Ironically I prided my ability to sleep whenever and wherever I want to). Something was amiss. I tried to dismiss all thoughts and get to sleep but I HEARD 2 figures passed me by. Twas my aunt & mom. Out of curiosity, I raised myself from bed and looked in on mom. She was meekly sitting on the edge of her bed, a picture of tortured pain. She couldn't breathe well.

Uh-oh. Where's your inhaler, I asked. She replied weakly that she had just had a puff.

What can I do to help?

I woke up my brother and took a quick shower. After clothing her, all four of us - my mom, aunt, brother and me headed off to the hospi....

Eventually, she was warded for further observations and other complications much too complicated to describe here.

Before I left her to rest, I asked her,"Are you sad mom?"

She didn't reply. Maybe the oxygen mask just made talking all the more difficult but then again, she didn't have to reply. One look at her and I could tell her eyes were swelling with tears.

So were mine.

My Left Breast

2005-11-01T22:30:00.000+08:00

"Where can I complain",asked a well-dressed gentleman.

Darn it - I had just stepped into the counter and hadn't had a chance to look through the store yet. Maybe he wants to complain about the messy state, I thought.

"You want to write a letter to this store or address to the entire chain?", dumb question asked to bid for time.

"Ya ok, whichever",he quibbed.

"What is it pertaining to? Maybe I can help?", I offered.

He tells of his wife who had walked in earlier and was about to purchase items via electronic payment (NETS) which we claim to accept but was later refused.

"Oh I see. When we change shift, we have to close all machines but only for 10-15 minutes", seeking his understanding.

"Yes but my wife had approached the counter staff with the query before choosing her items. Why couldn't you let her know beforehand instead of embarassing her at the counter?:, he was getting more angrier. "Did you know she was with important guests from Indonesia?"

Ok, he had a POINT but if I was the counter girl, such extra-mile effort would probably have slipped my mind too - Luckily I wasn't the one attending.

It was a shift just before mine.

So I offered to personally ensure that his feedback will be sent to my manager plus I gave him the number to call her directly should he have more feedback. I even gave her name up.

He was happy to have been served by me and would like to mention my efforts, "How do I address you?"

I jutted my left breast out. (For the uninitiated, our uniforms had name tags pinned there)

He gave me a look that said he didn't understand the universal gesture of shoving out left breast which had name tags on it - so I wrote it down for him.

He thanked me and left.

It was only then that I realised.

My name tag was in my pocket!

Un-Bearable lightness of being

2005-10-31T09:30:00.000+08:00

I rebonded my hair - woo hoo!

I must declare however, it looks fucking ugly!

wah kha kha...

The hairstylist did say I needed some time to get use to it.

Now, when I look in the mirror, my first reaction is,"AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhh" followed by,"who's that?"

I know.

I'm the ultimate bimbo.

*haiz*

Knowing that it's halloween gives me comfort. This way I can pretend I wanted to give myself a scare.

Happy Halloweens!

Inspirational Friday is heartbreaking

2005-10-28T07:57:00.000+08:00

Best day of week - F r i d a y !
For me at least.

Working Sunday through Thursday, I live in anticipation of what the weekend will bring.

Today will be even more adventurous for there are plans to visit a hair saloon.
eeek!

You never know what daring move I will make when persuaded by that handsome (but gay) hairstylist. Perhaps an afro? or rebond? or just highlights?

hmmm... such life altering decisions... heh

Amidst the merriment however, is a sad story of Lynn.

Lynn was married at an early age of 20 - she now has 2 kids, both girls.
However marital bliss eludes her and her husband is seriously going out with another.

She tried all she could - even to the extent of tolerating his infidelity, hoping that it's only a phase. Sadly it is not.

An injuncture was filed and the court dates are set. However, her heart is still bent on making her marriage work.

"For the sake of my youngest who is very much attached to her daddy",she claims.

She still carries Hope.

One night, as she was sleeping with her youngest (a convenient excuse for the couple to sleep apart) she heard the door creaked and could sense his presence.

It seemed strange but she figured that it was OK for him to come into the room. It's STILL his house and maybe he wanted to check on his child.

"Our daughter is asleep", she offered.

"I know", he said in that sultry voice of his that his wife recognized.

Slowly he crept onto the bed, sliding in behind her. He touched her ever so gently.

Their marriage had its down but it had its share of ups too...

She was his wife and regardless of how bad their marriage is - she was still his for the taking. And oh, she wanted to give just as much.

They made love. It was magical. She had 3 love bites to proof for it and that's probably how I got to know this story. (They don't brand me KAY POH for nothing)

That same after-lovemaking morning, she prepared a breakfast from her fulfilled heart. He came to eat with her - but in awkward silence.

Finally he said,"I'll still proceed with the injunction."

What about last night? Her heart was palpitating, trying to make sense of it all, hoping to understand.

Apparently the dizzy lovemaking was due to an overdose of alcohol, he admitted,"Didn't you notice?"

She did suspect but she thought maybe it wasn't. He seemed so sober but in the dark room it wasn't visible.

"But we made love", she protested, "Didn't we?"

He got up and left for work.

BLOG QUAKE DAY

2005-10-26T09:33:00.000+08:00

Our experience of the last few weeks showed us that, no matter how small our blogs, and no matter how few our readers, the words we write and the way we use our blogs can have far-reaching consequences. We learnt not to underestimate our powers. Let’s now use our powers for good.

If you're reading this before or on Wednesday 26/10/05, do participate and help to create awareness.

For more information, please visit Baraka or Desipundit

Rob and dash

2005-10-24T21:26:00.000+08:00

It was evil of me to laugh but the incident was just so silly.

Today at iftaar, I re-told it and altho it was no laughing matter, the entire table started gigling and the more we tried to envisioned the tale, the more funnier it becomes...

Over the weekend, the convenient store that I work at is mended by two aunties. Last Saturday, while they were busy stocking goods or cleaning shelfs or sweeping area etc, an incident occured where police were involved and resulting in a loss of profits as the store had to be closed for a few hours.

I heard about the incident from another colleague/auntie.

Me: What? The store was "lob"?
(I wasn't trying to mock her but simply wanted to speak her lingo)
Her: Ya, so must be more careful hor.
Me: How much was stolen?
Her: No'lah - they never steal money.
Me: Never steal money? Then what did they steal?
Her: No - they didn't "lob" the place but they "lob" from outside using a bicycle chain.

Finally it dawned that some mischievous mayhems had pulled a prank and "locked" the store from the outside entrapping the two lady staffs who were obliviously working inside!

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Dash
n. A swift, violent blow or stroke

A msg from my voicemail,"December... peak period... travelling not allowed..."

haiz!

Knew it was too good to be true. Everything seemed so rushed. Perhaps it was for the better. (trying to console self)

I guess now, I'll have to terminate the Gold Coast countdown ticker...
(Maybe tomorrow - will indulge in a little fantasy for a while)

On the bright side,

1. I get to attend Kak Long's wedding
2. Send D-boy off to manhood
3. Save more for a longer and extravagant trip

yeah, Right.

Asthma Friday

2005-10-21T23:51:00.000+08:00

It's a Friday and yours truly is at home for a much needed rest!

I had to cancel a couple of appts to have this pleasure (Sorry for canceling) but t’was well worth it.

Coincidentally, I recently heard say that at least once a month, you should have a day to get in touch with Your self.

We all know this but how many of us actually Do it?

So today, yours truly spent time with me own self and oh, how rejuvenating!
(Say it like a Clairol Herbal Essences advert after a good wash!)

I recommend it for all ya grumpy or friggin' tired souls out there.

Happy weekend everyone!

High Low

2005-10-18T13:46:00.000+08:00

Can you imagine Me sashaying down the street?

I did, I did!

Yesterday, as soon as I had stepped out of the fitness center, yours truly was sashaying down the streets. In fact, my steps had a little bounce in them and my face was brimming with zest!

Nothing - nothing could have brought me down.

For I had met my goals.

1 x Jazz dance class
3 x 15 reps of upper muscle conditioning
2 x 30mins of cycling (continuos cardio)

Mind you, completing them was no easy feat.

I almost gave up in my second 30mins of cycling but for a rescue chit chat with my chatty uber-gay friend H. I love ya girl - you empower me!

The wonderful "I-can-move-mountain" feeling lasted 15 good minutes. (That’s how long it takes before my bus arrived.)

Then I slept and awoke with aching muscles but still I was happy. (Somehow I have it in my head, that aching muscles are a good sign - sadistic, eh?)

But today,

*sighs*

I am sad.

16th: And the results are....

2005-10-17T09:06:00.000+08:00

Hoorah, I am now financially able to afford Gold Coast trip.

And continue with my bike lessons.

And continue with my personal insurance.

And make on time payments to all my bills.
(make other outstanding IOUs.)

Perhaps get 6 sessions with a personal trainer.

Woo Hoo!

Suddenly the world is lifted from my shoulders.

Hey, maybe I could get an MP3 player to bring along for the trip!
(Iriver or Ipod or Sony?)

YeAh!

Fill in the blanks

2005-10-14T12:35:00.000+08:00

I ____ Rosie.

Rosie is ____.

If I were alone in a room with Rosie, I would _______.

I think Rosie should _____.

Rosie needs ______.

I want to ____________ Rosie.

Rosie reminds me of _______.

Without Rosie _______.

Memories of Rosie are ________.

Rosie can be __________.

Worst thing about Rosie is _________.

Best thing about Rosie is _________.

I am ________ with Rosie.

When I think about Rosie I _________.

Someday Rosie will ___________.

Rosie is my _________.

Filled out by:__________.

Hi all, Just something fun to do.
Help me fill up the above and give your answers via tag board or comment.

Tx!

Carpediam

2005-10-10T08:25:00.000+08:00

Death hangs over the sky.

Thousands lost. Hundreds injured.

The world that we live in today is precisely that - "today"

If you want something or someone, go get it now.

Don't wait - Mother Nature's been very impatient of late.

If you haven't said I love you Mom, then say it now.

This is the world that we live in.

Today.

Asia's Largest Fitness Center

2005-10-09T22:49:00.000+08:00

The weekend was a blast.

I was introduced to a local salsa club and I swear, it's like a mini Havana Club - with all the sensous hip gyrating movements and loud latin music. The atmosphere was great. I could have sat all night watching but that won't be me. So I plucked my courage and asked to be taught basic steps.

That's when I learnt, that to dance salsa, you need to be at least 40kilos less than me so that you can spin around and around and around...

When other gals take 4 counts to make 1 turn, I take twice that to reach my circumference!

My partner was just too nice to say anything about it but if you guys have time, go check out the local salsa crowd on every Fri nites at Amara Hotel Shopping Centre, Level 2.

After which, you'll take up a California Fitness membership in hope that you would be the next Jessica Alba, so I signed up!

And the honor goes to....

2005-10-08T17:38:00.000+08:00

My 1st break fast outside of home in month of ramadhan is with Shalynn at Sushi Teh.

How about yours?

Month Of Ramadhan

2005-10-06T19:37:00.000+08:00

Dare I say it? Once I say it, will I get battered outside of my blog? Oh what the heck - here it goes, I declare myself to be a....

Convenient Moslem.

This means I only embrace part of what I like about Islam and ignore a chunk load of others - mostly because it is inconvenient.

For example: Thou shalt not prance about and allow your larger-than-life breasts to be ogled by Bangladeshi workers who are in the area.

That means No rugby and then, where would I be?

However, I applaud the fasting month - it is a brilliant way of detoxifying your body.
Y'know, The rich actually spends almost about the same length in spa village for the same reasons!

And as my friend (looking @ Elmo with eyes that can kill) had pointed out in an earlier comment, it would help with certain health issues.

Ok, ok I admit - there is guilty pressure from Mom factor but ultimately I choose.

And I do.

I choose to be a convenient Moslem with all it's convenience to preach the teachings of one god wearing only my figure hugging t-shirt and rugby shorts.

At this point if I died, I'll go straight to hell.

This is the month to reflect and I took some time to think about my life. Five minutes later, I'm done.

The past months although fruitful, are peanuts compared to what I really want to be.

I want to be a guitarist sponsored by F&N to travel the world performing at Coca-Cola World Charity Concert. Part of the money collected covers admin fees and my salary (about 2.5k) whilst the major profits goes to the country for whichever natural disaster they face.

Think of the many lives I will touch then and the many more lives I will inspire!

Ideally as I go on my travel, I will shed weight as part of my sponsorship deal with Marie France for their global slimming campaign. (That's something on the sideline so that when I finally reach home, I'll have something extra to live on.)

For every 10 kilos I shed, I get $10k - or something like that.

So you see, currently my life is lapsak and until I am living the ideal fantasy, it'll be too embarrassing to be reflecting anything but my hunger pangs.

Happy fasting everyone!

Life discerning dominant ideal seeker

2005-10-05T10:54:00.000+08:00

I did a survey from Starhub and at the last page, they gave me a reading based on my answers which I thought was uncannily me. What do you think?

You understand that new does not always mean better and you see no reason to skip from one fad to the next. You value things that have stood the test of time, things that have proved themselves. You can give a 120% when you need to, but know that you don't need to 100% of the time. You know that life is for living, and you're smart enough to make sure that you have time to relax, chill and just be yourself.

You tend to identify more strongly with your own thoughts than any other personality. To others you are the one with the sharp intellect, strong need for independence and privacy, and intensity of your cerebral interests. You love explaining the world and predicting what it will do next. This derives partly from natural curiosity, and partly because you sense much of the world to be unreliable, requiring that you use your intellect to bring order to your own corner of it.

You have a strong desire to investigate, observe, and understand an issue deeply and provocatively. You are often independent and self-motivated, with a strong need for privacy. For example, others will often have no idea what you have been working on until it is finished and unveiled. Some of the greatest minds in history had similar traits, people whose ideas challenged the conventional wisdom, forcing those around them to think differently.

Famous people who share these traits include:
William Rhenquist, Stephen Hawking, Helen Keller, Arthur C. Clarke,Sigmund Freud, Nikola Tesla, Isaac Newton.

By the way

2005-10-04T11:50:00.000+08:00

This is a continuation of the previous post - I kinda forgot about sum details...

First off, D boy bought himself a cool black jacket - kinda reminds me of eminem sort of look!

Next bit more importantly, I found my first fender!

Cool black with a scorpion in the center of it's fret.

And the huge price tag of SGD$850.

So, urm my next b'day - u guys know hor....

Fruitful Faint

2005-10-04T08:25:00.001+08:00

We had an all ladies affair last Friday. It took a month to organise but finally, with a little bit of compromise, we made it. Yeay!

A nice dinner followed by a wallop of fun! Woo hoo!
(Yun: Tx for organising!)

On Saturday, I was out with D boy and reached home only on Sunday but the outing was fruitful. Here's a list of what we did.

We watched an interactive theatre production. It was $12 bucks but my student EZ-Link card gave us 10% off tix prices. Hoorah for student pricing!

We bumped into Shalini (a blast from the past) and had supper with her. Technically, we ate but she was on strict diet and had a mere drink while we munched through our Subway sandwiches.

Then on we watched Corpse Bride. It's 1hr and 15mins worth of animation. If you're watching it for the plot, call me and I'll tell you the story in less than 10 minutes. (I might charge ya for 1 Starbucks drink but hey, it's still less expensive!)

Otherwise, do not watch! You've been warned.

Somehow we ended up in Mustafa and ate again! I was craving for a Masala burger at 4am in the morning. Go figure!

Suddenly the sun was up and light gave new meaning to vanity. Off we went to take photos of ourselves. The surroundings are courtesy of National Library.

This is a picture of me in a "Hijab Iran" pose.

This is D-boy in a colored shirt apart from the usual black!

Later that day, I bought a new Nokia phone with radio function.

D-boy had a haircut for $40’ish.

I bought a pair of jeans - size 48!

We both bought cute guitar picks although D-boy DOES NOT play guitar.

He bought a star wars merchandise to make up for his deprived childhood years.

We went PS to send my current Motorola for servicing.

Finally, I reached home on Sunday, 6pm in an extremely exhausted frame of mind.

Slept at 7pm (after Gilmore, of course) and 1 hour later, got ready for a long and grueling 10-hr night shift at work!

Did my usual routine of do-only-what-is-necessary-because-i'm-tired work and by 5am I was snoring away...

That's when it occured.

I felt my legs go numb but my colleague needed help at the counter.
I wanted to get to her so I took a step but my legs gave way!
In the next moment I was sprawled on the floor.

My first faint!

Cool eh!

I never had a faint before. Now, I know the feeling.
It's like, "First you're up - Then you're down."

Luckily rugby taught me to fall well enough so I'm glad to report that nothing is broken.

Tis been a fruitful weekend and Oh, if I forget to wish you personally, Happy fasting to all Muslims!

Dehydration memories

2005-09-30T01:32:00.000+08:00

My body was dehydrated. I didn't have enough water but I didn't realize it till I got to the waterhole. I almost gulped down 1.5l bottle of water AT ONE SHOT.

I swear water never tasted so good!
My lungs were so filled with water - felt like it could burst!

At the same time, I couldn't stop gulping it down!

It took a while before I finally stopped - quarter of bottle left.

Then I started reflecting, the only other time I might grab the water like that is when I've worked my butt off in a touch football game for about 10mins. (But anyone's who's watched me play will tell ya that my usual vigor won't go beyond 3 mins at a time!)

But there was this one time though.

~ Imagine the sound of sands of time in the background for added dramatic effect ~

The team has had a bad season - we lost every game but we had one more fixture left.

In the weeks before, demoralisation brought about lesser and lesser players to field, until it finally came down to the 8 or 9 of us. Now, playing with such limited numbers meant that you could only have 2 or 3 substitutions whereas the other teams would usually have 7 or more!

In our very last fixture match, I was held up by a taxi driver dude.
(I'll save that story for another day)

Apparently the team captain almost threw in the towel coz there were only 6 players who turned up.
They needed 7 to play.

Luckily, I arrived in my usual DiVa manner - late but always in the nick of time to save the day.

So the game was held and the 7 of us played like we never played before.
(Well, I sure as hell Never played like that again!)

Each of us had our own agenda to prove...

My Captain - who had received snide remarks from the opposite team - was ready to pounce from the word go.

Lil' Sel - who was leaving for Oz and having a last game with us - wanted to make an indelible ending.

Me - I was still fuming about the taxi incident - needed to beat the hell out of someone!

And there were four others who knew that THIS - this was THE game to be apart of.

Amazingly, with no substitutes and going against a younger team with ample fresh legs - we WON!

~ Play same sound fx and we're back to present day ~

Oh my Gawd, the deliriousness of that moment when the referee blew his whistle!
Till this day, we still talk about the game.

About how we had no substitutes until Nikkie turned up in the second half which was still miserable because Nikkie was a heavy smoker.

And about how our organs had probably collapsed, revived and collapsed again, internally.

And about water.
It never tasted so good before!

Finally, the expression "Main sampai nafas kat bontot" which means playing till you NEEDed to breathe through another hole - the one at your arse!!

hmm... I wonder if it's humanly possible?

Snake Trap

2005-09-26T07:45:00.000+08:00

I hate snakes. Luckily I've never had the opportunity to get close to one in the first place.

- Wait a minute -

Actually I DID get the opportunity when I was younger!
I saw them zoo keepers placing snakes upon members of the public and I could have volunteered but I didn’t.

Somehow I get the creepy feeling that I look like a gigantic meat patty to them.

Regardless, did you know that I was born in the year of a snake?
Yup, yup. I am a big fat slithering snake.

(People - I hope this accounts for WHY I am so lazy. Please do not ask me again!)

For your info, snakes don't usually move.
As a matter of fact, they only move to hunt coz they’re hungry.
Or to strike coz they’ve been disturbed.
Otherwise, they’d curl up (cutely, if I may add) and snores away.

So, last Tuesday I was supposed to go for an interview. I didn't.
Then on Thursday, I was supposed to go for an interview. I didn't.
And on Saturday, same thing happened.

Can you see a pattern?
Sadly, so did I. hmm… Maybe I should set me self a trap.
Something that would trigger me to strike…

Well, I hope this works.

Results will be out by 16th of October.
(eh, like machiam American Idol!)

Diary of a princess Part 1

2005-09-22T07:53:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

I did not ask my kitchen staff to prepare me any meals today unlike Wednesday when I ordered for chicken rice or Tuesday when I ordered buttered steak etc...

Today is extra special.
I will instead be gracing Royal Crown Prince Hotel for their sumptuous spread!

I am happy to report that this week, as part of my royal effort to make the world a better place, I managed to keep my promise of a weekly tuition session for the underprivileged.

For that, I sacrificed some beauty sleep.

Unfortunately a princess is always required to make at least one public appearance a week and so I shall.

Tomorrow, your highness has been cordially invited to Lady Fest 2005. I expect the organizers will want a speech or sumthing. I’ll have to remind my royal assistants to help me prepare.

Lately though, Royal Assistant No.1 seems unhappy and complains that she is not able to keep up with the many changes and last minute demands I make.

Note to self: Get new Royal Assistant No.1

Luckily Royal Assistant No. 2 is much more compliable but alas, she is taken ill due to a prawn skin stuck in her throat from eating epok-epok sayur that Royal Assistant No. 1 gave.

Note to self: Don’t ever accept any epok epok from Royal Assistant No.1

Ah, but it is not easy to find reliable help these days.

Everyone is either depressed or almost on verge of breakdown or psychotically in love.

Note to self: Review earlier decision to replace Royal Assistant No.1

Ah, my gingerly fingers are tired now. I think I shall have my royal nap before my meet with Lady Carol, the president of my fan club.

In all regality,

Your Princess.

Party Animal

2005-09-18T19:07:00.000+08:00

My weekend didn't suck. Yeay!

On Friday, I had a nice time with me mom and then I met Shima's stalking fans who turned out to be her very own colleagues?!?

Then on Saturday, I went to a b'day party and had me first guitar gig. Although, it was terribly imperfect (I forgot lyrics, chords and even strum pattern) but on the whole it was aite.

There was this one memorable moment though. Me and Shima just finished playing a song and the whole ballroom went dead silent! I mean, at least one or two claps would have been indicative but NOooo,,,, it was so silent, you could hear a pin drop!

Shima says everyone's probably thinking of how best to BOO us but I think we probably blew the audience in awe! (Some people have remarked that I have a very positive outlook in life.)

Shima rebutts,"In awe of how bad we sound."

Well, to each their own.

Thank god, the party was a blast. Truth be told, I wasn't too keen about attending at first but things have a way of turning out fine.

Now, I have the dancing blues - Chinajump anyone?

In any case, I'm still high from the imperfect guitar gig.

Here's looking forward to my next gig!

Happy as a Sprite

2005-09-16T07:39:00.000+08:00

It's raining this morning - hurrah!

What a wonderful morning it is!

Is it Friday?

hip hip hoorray!

I'm so happy.

Dunno why tho - Am just happy.

Happy as those little sprites can be!

hey... did someone spike my drink?

hmm...

hmm...

YEAY!!!

For the sake of love or Forsake Love

2005-09-12T12:31:00.000+08:00

I just watched Butterfly Effect and WOW I was blown away.
Good Script & plot! (Did ya know he was co-producer as well?)

The story revolves around the universal motivation for the sake of love.
The point being that you would do anything for love - even sacrifice your own love just to ensure the well being of your loved one. Crazy insane or insane crazy?

People do loads of crazy stuff just for the sake of love.

I now declare.

TAK DAPAT LOVE PUN TAK PE'LAH!

You know I recently met one of my schoolmate.
Damn, just by looking at him, you'd feel depressed!
Apparently he mixed with wrong company fer a while.
Somehow landed in jail for a while.
Upon released, he was given job at carwash.
(working at the carwash,, woah woah yeah!)

BUT in his case, things weren't as musically dandy.
He seems haggard and years beyond his age. (he's prolly only 22)
As I spoke with him, he was very very devastated. He asked me to help him.

I said,"If you want to get into Poly or something, you might have to speak to the dean personally"

His reply,"I'm not worried about that"

He continued,"My love life's in a mess and I'm lonely without a girl. Can intro that girl who works with you?"

***STUMPED***

My advice - FORSAKE LOVE!

Luckily for me, I have these peeps whom I love.

ps: For all you foolish women out there, MUST LOVE DOGS is a great woman's movie.

Graphics & bills

2005-09-10T08:24:00.000+08:00

Finally I've managed to tweak the entire layout of this web page.

Last week, the pictures did not appear. Unstable hosting?
Must be. Dunno. Can't think coz it's a Saturday.

It's official.
My Saturdays are now boring and meaningless with nothing to look forward to.
The tri-nations is over and the ABs won. No more rugby.

*sighs*

And now, I can't make outgoing calls or sms due to HUGE outstanding from Thai trip.
No money means no lavish outing.

*double sighs*

On top of that, I've been bugged by an asthma kick courtesy of puff from Yuana's temptations!

*sighs three times*

Is there any kind soul out there who could bring me out?

Motorola Karma

2005-09-09T02:28:00.000+08:00

Am trying to enjoy my new Motorola purchase but it's been tough.
The blardy transflash is so minimal, I could only rip about 6 to 8 tracks!

Grrr, now am sick of Jamelia's Superstar!
Yes, people, I may be an oldies freak but I do listen to pop too!

Some may find it difficult to believe but I lurve Eminem!
Especially when he puts on his specs - Oooh I loike!
He's so delicious, I'd want to sleep with him.
Just sleep hor! (What did you think? I'm not cheap, Dammit!)

8 mile is still soooo entertaining to watch!

That reminds me, SBC recently showed THE BODYGUARD.
I've always scorned at our local TV station, they're always so lapsak at their choice of shows but this time, they couldn't have chosen wiser.

erm, actually, anything soapy to feed my romantic fiber is fine by me.
Of course, they could have also chosen to air One Fine Day or Pride and Prejudice or...

You know I’ve always believed in Karma - not all the spiritual shit'lar but the convenient believe that "You'll reap what you sow". (Highly suspect it’s due to all those mandarin shows I watched while growing up)

So, this guy walks into the store one night. He was dressed up like a monk from Tibet with the orangey-yellow robe on.
However, he was only half covered so - must be a lower disciple or higher - whatever.

He spoke mandarin but with a heavy accent. My mandarin was already so limited, it took some Chicken and Duck talk before we established that he wanted to buy a phone card. So I gave him the cheapest sort.

That should be the end of the story right?

*thet* Wrong!

Moments later, he waltzes back in and in his calmly monk like manner said, "Ta bu chu." (Call couldn't connect)

He then threw me a quizzical look like I WAS SUPPOSED TO SOLVE HIS PROBLEM?!?
Darn it, don't tell me I have to teach him How to make a call as well?

Finally, it dawned that he couldn't make the call because he had bought a local card to make an overseas call!

Now, I could've lied and said,"Bu shi wo de chuo" (It's not my fault). After all it was his consumer rights to buy the wrong product even though I had recommended it.

OR take the responsibility for my limited mandarin skills that did not fully comprehend his needs and exchanged the card with MY OWN MONEY.

I considered and chose wisely.

I lied.

He then bought an international phone card.

No problem, right?

Wrong again.

Just as this Tibet monk look-alike, was about to leave, my heart couldn't bear the disheartened look on his face.

Then my Oh-so-stupid heart offered to buy his card!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh

Afterwhich, I felt regret and $5 dollars lesser!

But a little while later, UNbelievably, a customer came in to buy a $5 phone card!
In this world of mobile communication, selling a local phone card is highly unlikely!

No bad deed goes unpunished. No good deed goes unreturned.

Utterly divine!

My only regret is that I had done the earlier good deed with a heavy heart.

But oh well, the moment was gone so that was that.

But the story goes on...

At the end of that shift, we tabulated all phone cards and other service items.
The shift report counting had tallied with the sales report and I was about to merrily leave the store as I reached into my pockets and discovered to my horror, that there are THREE DIFFERENT PHONECARDS IN MY POCKET!!!!

- Then flashback to the incident of the monk -

I recommended him the other phone cards that could make overseas call.
I showed all 4 international phone cards and after he chose one, I unconsciously placed the 3 other phone cards in my pocket!

Why I did so, was beyond me.
I mean, I usually placed the other items back into the drawer.

Plus, if any error, we should have found 3 missing phone cards during the tabulation but no, there had been a convenient miscount as well!

Now, I'm thinking to myself, IF MY CLEVER, Oh-so-clever heart had not bought the phone card from him, the divine retribution was for me to NOT discover the 3 phone cards in my pocket and have my manager charge me the cost of 3 phone cards and even have me sack for THEFT!

What goes around, comes around and 3 folds over!

Time flies

2005-09-07T08:32:00.000+08:00

It has been such an eventful week. I can't quite recall events or maybe I don't want to!
But in his memory, he came and went.
That aside, we had a great feast.

See the girl in pink - 'twas a bday treat. I blew $100 bucks coz she was hungry. Tak padan kecik! heh,,,

And then I went Sentosa to lepak.

Finally as I went through the pictures in the camera I saw a pic of me and Danny taking a candid in the bus ride.

Somewhere in between, I imagined I was back in Bintan enjoying an idyllic tea with my co-partner!

Till next time, Cheers all!

What's new?

2005-08-22T02:45:00.000+08:00

On this page

I added pics (of myself) - 3 pics to be precise!

A Vid Clip of Ziggy Marley and his words of wisdom True To yourself. I can't decide which I like better. The song or the Clip. If I had a counter, it'll tell you the number of times I visit my own page - just so's I can watch the clip!

Link to the MTV video advert

And lastly but not least - a running description of myself at end of page.
Feel free to add more.

Outside of this page

Did you know Singpost has added a new service called VPOSTUSA. This service enables you to buy online from USA stores and it'll help to ship it to Singapore. Coolest eh. Now, I can purchase stuff from Jessica London and Amazon.com. Woo hoo!

This weekend is WOMAD-weekend. Anyone going with a big group? Coz otherwise it won't be half as much fun...

Excersize schedule this week

2005-08-19T01:25:00.000+08:00

I missed Touch training on Monday but made it up with some tremendous laps on Wednesday.

Ok, here's what I commit to.
I am restarting Fri nite jogs starting today.

I know I can, I know I can and somehow I will!

I just need to get a pair of running shoes. Any giveaways?

A Simple dilemma

2005-08-16T20:11:00.000+08:00

Looking at the title, how can a dilemmma be simple? Coz if it was then it wouldn't be a dilemma. Right?

Whatever.

So, my mobile contract has ended and I'm itching to get a new phone.
The current hdp officially sucks.

Previously, I had my mind set on Sony E K750i (SGD$638) but then they had to come up with Walkman W800i (SGD$888 but comes with 2x 518MB sony stick).

However, a shocking discovery! The Sony E's are NOT 3G!

I mean, being one of the latest model - Why doesn't it have 3g services?
LAPSAK!

So I looked about and saw their Z800i that had 3G abilities but with compromised media facilities.
You can't have your cake and it too?

My mind was almost set.

But lo and behold an offer from DBS. Buy Nokia 6101 at only $88!!!

Wahlau, so many gadgets and so many technical specifications - I can't decide!

Finally like a divine answer to my prayers, Nokia unveil their latest N Series.

It has all the media capabilities and it IS 3G!!!

YEAH, Finally!!!!

However, on my way back home, my internal Gollum began clawing.
When did I become so materialistic? I seem to want all these gadgets!

Then I had a brief vision of my pad in the future.

There's an L-shaped desk (see pic) filled with wires crossing over each other.

On the desk, sits a G4 laptop that I surf with connected to an Ipod (U2 limited edition) blasting my fav power tracks.

Beside it, is my mega MediaCentre desktop connected to a Sony CCD Camcorder where I'm uploading my videos.

Somewhere in the background, I see my DigiCam lying about.

Then on the floor I see a safe. Only with the right combinations will the safe open. Inside is a personal mini-fridge!

Apparently, I use it to hide my drinks from being discovered by my ever kaypoh Mom who'd walk into my apartment whenever she likes.

Unfortunately, in this vivid imagination, my new pad is situated RIGHT NEXT TO MY CURRENT PASIR RIS FLAT?!?

Aaaarrrghhhh!

My vision is now shattered!

54 Mbps

2005-08-14T14:38:00.000+08:00

How much more brilliant can life be?

My new singnet account has been activated and it comes with a free 2-wire portal that boosts my connection to a mega 54mbps! Woo hoo!

From a previous 3.4 to a 54 - That's an amazing 1500% better! Woah,,,

Ok, other highlights for the week.

Last Wednesday morning, there was a fight right outside of 7-11 store.
A bunch of inebriated dudes...
In self defense, we locked the store up!
With us inside and refused patronage till the fight blows over. Scary!

Then on Friday, I met Shima to watch Deadwood premier at Jubille Hall with my new Olympus CaMedia in tow. Here's the outcome.

ps: NZ wins Oz!

My Life Is Brilliant

2005-08-07T22:17:00.000+08:00

Of late, I keep pondering about Covey's wisdoms.

"Live life with the end in mind."

What end? (Worse still) What mind?
I used to have such a clear picture but through age comes astigmatism!
I can't see the light at the end of my tunnel. What is my end?

Suddenly life is bleak.

Darn it, where did I put That book?

*Note to self - Go through the pile of mounting rubbish 'neath yer bed and make sure you're armed with pesticides.

Last saturday, D-boy mentioned the Oprah Diet.
Eat only fruits, veg, meat and Don't eat white-coloured stuff.
Example rice, bread and basically all other starchy carb.
Regulate with Exercise for effective results.

Automatic Self Preservation Speech
Me on a Diet? Nonsense.
It would mean that I have some sort of inferiority complex to all those beautiful figures walking about.
Which I don't. I am absolutely happy with my own skin.
I am absolutely happy being FAT.

I MADE the decision to be fat. Yar that's right. I did.
And I can make the decision to be slimmer.
No, It's not because I am out of control
(That would be nonsensical coz I am always in control)
It's simply because I WANT to be fat.
And just to prove it, I will now WANT to be slimmer.

--- end of speech ---

Now, the first thing to do is to admit to everyone that me, Yours Truly is officially on a DIET!
I appreciate your support and reminders. (If that don't work - just nag, ok!)

On the day that I officiated it I had just finished a whopping big breakfast meal at McDonalds plus a little more of D-boy's hotcakes. (Hey - he couldn't finish, ok.)

When I went home I helped myself to the fried noodles Mum cooked. It was D-licious. At this point you will ask,"Aren't noodles carb?" and the answer will be yes BUT it was weekend and I felt that I should congratulate myself on this profound new move.

The next morning I had rice for breakfast.

Time to amend the Diet for an asian lifestyle!

Consider my factors.
1. Rice, pasta & bread are my staple diet.
2. I can't afford organic meals unlike Oprah
3. My body is used to having large amounts of carbs. Total cut off may be fatal!

With that in mind here is my strategy.
1. Follow Diet strictly.
2. If you must eat rice, you are allowed only 1 portion and must consume before 3pm.

So, armed with this new belief I went for a Rugby game.
I played 3 games back to back and scored 2 tries on own effort!
Then I came home with ultimate muscle pull.

Minah talk: Cramp Giler sak!

Subsequently I watched New Zealand get canned by South Africa. (Shima did you watch the game?)
I feel for ya sister! haha.
Lost by 1 try plus conversion. (For the uninitiated, that's 7 pts!)

But it taught me a lesson.
Even the best of the best gets a beating every now and then. yeAh!

That night's dinner was a homemade-style steak with broccoli + tomatoes + mushrooms sauteed in butter by my darling Mum. (I succeeded in avoiding whitestuff but later at work I chomped on 3 snicker bars. The mini fun size ones)

It hit me. I needed a schedule. A meal roster of sorts.

Monday
Breakfast: Cereals + 1 banana
No lunch - am too sleepy to think of food.
Dinner: Cooked Oatmeal + 1 home made style Vege drink

Tuesday - Friday
Until I find other alternatives, I'm sticking to Monday routine!

J Baby coming to town

2005-08-05T09:04:00.000+08:00

In the midst of all thses thoughts running thru my head, he announced that he will be coming to town.

*In an irish twang*
shaites, what have I fucking got meself into?

Oh well, I guess I just gotta up me game too... I hate commitments but hey if the guy wants to take that step - y the hell not. He ain't half bad.

For ya'all who ain't met him yet - here's a sneak preview.

Oooh, I loike!

Student Valedictorian Speech

2005-08-02T08:26:00.000+08:00

Arrrggghhh............ I dunno what to say for the Student V thing.

here's what I got so far.

Good morning to our Principal, Dr Tham, Staff, fellow students, ladies & gentlemen. I am RAR of IT2. I am honoured to be selected to represent this year’s batch of graduates from InfoComm & Mechanical Engineering course in ITE College Central.

urm,,, *cough *cough

*clutch chest like as if as a heart attack is coming.
Then make a contorted face to indicate pain.
Then release slowly and back to normal face to indicate pain going away.

In a very pained and coarse voice.

"Thank you and God bless everyone"

*cough, cough and walk away.

oh and await the applause.

PAY DAY and lesbian story.

2005-07-29T19:37:00.000+08:00

YES! fina-fucking-ly.

It felt like I had to wait fer a long time!

ok, so what did I do with the pay? Well, basically I spent it on the Thai trip!
(again, I will tell you about thai trip once I get the pics! Stop bugging me! heh)

Bla - now left wit empty pockets again.

But Fridays are always cool - I went out with D-Boy (read D-Boy and not GayBoy. heh heh) and we went to watch a movie,"THE ISLAND" starring Ewan fucking greggor. He looks so old and so pale beside Johansson.

Oh and Scarlett is absolutely gorgeous. she's that pale white waif thing ala damsel in distress thing going for her. Ok now I sound like a LES. shit, I've been sounding more and more like a LES.

Let me tell you a story.

The first few nights at work I noticed this lady - She seemed to be looking around. Eventually she asked for my colleague who was busy elsewhere. They finally met and exchanged a convo outside of the store out of my hearing range.

Later, it was told that the lady used to work here but she quit coz she's emigrating to HongKong where her loved one lives.

Out of the blue I asked. "Is she Lesbian?"
My colleague was taken aback,"How did you know?"

I shrugged,"Dunnno. Instinct. Maybe."

Was that weird or was that WEIRD???

Ok back to being out with D-Boy.

The we strolled into a HELLO SHOP and we made a pinkie deal.
(For the uninitiated, pinkie deals are agreements that is sealed with the pinkie-finger-hand-shake)

We would save $200 every month just so's we would have enuff by 3 months to get a SONY ERICSSON K750i

How cool is that!

Guess who's back?

2005-07-27T12:15:00.000+08:00

Souvenir List

For family, 2 packs of smoked Beef and a large pack of smoked Chicken. Halal, of course. A bag of Buah Sentul. (exotic fruit no longer avail in Sing)

For Tasha, 1 lovely silver bracelet & a bag of Buah sentul and a pair of lapsack converse look-alike.

T-shirt for J baby, ET & Danny.

Leather bracelet for Hairul and Amina.

For myself, 3 pairs of cotton baggy pants + 1 T-shirt + 3 ethnic printed tops + a couple of magnets for fridge collection!

Oh and I also got meself a nice trinklet and a ring and 2 pairs of chapals!

~that's it.

From ChiangMai!

2005-07-21T12:13:00.000+08:00

O M G - It's amazing!

We rented bikes and I rode on the congested road in ChiangMai!

Woo Hoo!

Will post pics soon as I can!

Be back soon!

Goodbye Singapore!

2005-07-12T23:56:00.000+08:00

Just for 10 days.

I'll be gone but hey, doncha miss me, k coz I'll be having the time of my life - Ha!

So usually around this time I leave the country for a bit of congratulatory travel for having lived yet another year.

The itinerary looks likes this.

Leave Singapore Wed eve 7pm (One of us prolly need to get in earlier to get bus tix - I'm guessing that one would be moi!)

Bus should leave about 9pm.
10hrs journey to Kuala Perlis.
Reach at 0700hrs, Thurs 14th july

45min speed boat journey to Langkawi.
1nite stayover.
Check out next day.
45min speedboat to Satun, South Thailand Border.
1hr ride into Haadyai town.

Prolly look around and try to catch evening bus to Bangkok.
We should leave about 6 or 7pm.

12hrs journey.

Reach bangkok 0700hrs, Sat 16th July.
Stayover 1 nite.

Sun 17th July check out.
Catch late bus to ChiangMai.
12hrs journey.

Mon 18th July - reached ChiangMai.
Sleepover for 3 nights!

Thurs 22nd Checkout.
Catch train out back to Bangkok.

16hours journey!

Friday 23rd early morning check in BANGKOK!

Sleepover for 2 nights.

Finally Sunday 24th July, flight back to Singapore!

Woo hoo!

Motorcycles

2005-07-09T04:23:00.000+08:00

So did i mention I was taking riding lessons. altho - it's temporarily on hold coz am saving for a big birthday treat holiday soon.

But still, check this out!

Birthday Month

2005-07-03T11:18:00.000+08:00

Pressies - where's my pressie?

My wishlist:-

1. Monster pc (Ooops I already have! heh)
2. MP3 player (preferable Sony HD 20G otherwise I'll settle for Ipod!)
3. Handphone upgrade (I don't care which model so long as it's something that works!)
4. Handycam (preferably one with CCD - top of the range sort!)
5. Olympus XD card (2 GB - for my new Olympus Digi CaMedia)

Ok, that's it.

Oh and while you're at it, think u can get me a trip to somewhere else away from Singapore PERMANENTLY? Tx!

NEW PC ALERT!

2005-06-30T10:53:00.000+08:00

Woah, I've got a mega PC!
It's a HP MEDIACENTER.
For specs, click here.

It's one those Mum-must've-eaten-something-wrong-and-in-her-daze-decided-to-buy-me-THIS-monster-machine!

(as cute as can possibly be imitated) Qoo

Pics from LA

2005-06-23T10:14:00.000+08:00

Better Late than Never?

Delicious Pancakes for breakfast - I could only down 1 and a half piece coz it's bloody bigg!

Me on a bike - albet non-motorised one!

I found a Singapore restaurant in LA.

World famouns Chilli Dog stand.

Do you see Randy Jackson queing up as well?

and others pics....