Potatomusmaximus

"Charging..."

2010-11-09T16:05:00.003+08:00

I am feeling like a battery now.

You know how fully-charged batteries work?

Plug in a fully-charged battery into any electronic device and it will switch on, because the energy in the battery allows it to do so (yes I did poorly in Science as you can prolly tell). However if you're not using the device for a long time, you're usually advised to remove the battery otherwise it will slowly leak into oblivion, ergo device stalls.

This is me without Zumba classes. All this energy within me and no outlets to vent. I feel so lethargic. Unforch I don't have a removable battery.

And now I don't even make sense.

I wanna Zumba again I wanna feel the aches I wanna feel the wind whoosh out of me I wanna feel FRESH.

- - -

2010-09-01T15:12:00.001+08:00

I don't know how women out there juggle this work-family-marriage-self-sanity thing. It's already maxing me out.

mews

2010-08-19T10:21:00.004+08:00

Wheeets.

It's been another long, long while.

The only difference for this time round.. is that I am now officially writing as a Mrs.

I've always wondered about the literal change in status, but after being married for a month, I am still scratching my balding head and wondering why do I feel exactly the same. The normalcy is beyond description (of my limited vocabulary), so give me more time to figure it out, yeah?

Having said, something dawned on me (oh the cliche) this morning while I was sitting on the throne, playing Angry Birds on the iPad.

What are we actually after, in this life? (Or the next, if your belief lies there).

I never liked asking people this question lest they bore me with their blah goals or make me jealous with all the things they're gonna achieve and I'd be nowhere near.

The majority of us slog through daily life going round and round like cogwheels, and by the time we have the time to really think through the day, we'd be too tired to do so!

Slowly but surely, we're just forgetting why we're all doing this in the very first place.

And so, I have continued to think about Life, and how we have really taken for granted the simple pleasures in Life.

1) Having enough toilet paper in the roll when you really need it.

2) Being able to satiate a food craving from a nearby food place.

3) Having a cold drink on a damn hot day; or a hot drink on a damn cold day.

4) Going shopping in a near-empty mall!

5) Hearing your favourite song randomly over the radio when you're driving.

6) Being able to see, smell, hear, talk, and feel.

7) Laughing real hard with family and friends. In fact, having a very, very close-knit family, and a bunch of madhatter friends.

8) Being able to have stuffed toys on your work desk.

9) Being alone in the office with a damn good view. (Hello, daydreaming.)

10) Knowing how to play mahjong and WIN your friends at the same table (though it's always better to lose cos winning equates buying breakfast for all ie lose MORE).

There's much more (but I am a conscientious worker therefore I can only blog this much during work haha).

The best thing about this? Everything is nearly free :) all the more we should have reasons to be happy, no?

Of course..... if.. only if.. once in a while I find that Mew Mew bag on my bed....

Oh Life.. thou art a bitch. Heh.

And after so, so long...

2010-06-17T19:17:00.003+08:00

It's time again for a couple of pictures :)

Toodles~

2010-06-06T02:42:00.002+08:00

Everyone.

Everyfuckingone.

But me.

Seems to highlight the whole unworthiness even more.

For the umpteenth time (of more to come) I ask myself.

Why me? Or rather, why not me?

Don't tell me how we seemed to be rushing into things.

Things were not rushed. There was no rush. Why don't you all get it? You get such presumptions simply because you don't know everything - I told you stuff in dribs and drabs. I am tired of trying to explain because you will not believe me anyway.

No I am not at that saintly level yet. I compare, and I compare some more. Do I not have the rightful prerogative to do so?

How do I lose the comparison when all these FB photos ambush me left right centre? Friends, less-than-friends, mere acquaintances.

Yes I feel fucking sorry for myself.

I don't care who sees this and I just have to say:

I regret.

I fucking will regret, how I never had it, and how I never will.

Can't believe I'm crying myself hoarse over this. Self-pity at its peak.

迟来的觉悟

2010-05-16T23:57:00.003+08:00

这一生中，我必带着几许遗憾离开这喧闹的世界。

太多如果、太多也许、太多可能。

怪只怪自己当初诸多“不敢”。

不敢放胆、不敢尝试、不敢超越。

但，这一切都太迟了。

Baby sometimes love just ain't 'nuff

2010-04-29T20:41:00.002+08:00

Over bbm...

Me: My new office address is xxxxx xxxxx xxxxxx.. in case you want to send me flowers!

Tehpoo: Blek fatty

Me: .............

Tehpoo: Send you green grass so you can eat... cos you no more money...

Me: AHAHHAHAHAHAHA

Tehpoo: So then you can truly claim it on your facebook wall.. you eat grass.. rather than just figuratively you (do it) literally.. ahahahhaaa

Me: ccccccbbbbbbbb!!!!

The Discussion

2010-04-29T14:42:00.003+08:00

It's been quite a while folks.

Just here to document the speech below, by my Tehpoo.

Some time ago I randomly threw this at him:

"Tehpoo claims that he loves Potatomusmaximus many many deep deep. Discuss."

And he came back instantly with:

"Ladies and gentlemen, members of the floor, in the previous two months we have seen affirmative actions by Tehpoo to secure the love of PMS. His assertive and confident advances have been reportedly favourably accepted and received.

Due to this positive event, we highly recommend in investing in the future of this couple. Given the positive synergies that we anticipate, we reiterate our recommendations that this is definitely one of the top pairs to look out for in 2010.

The couple has consistently beaten analyst forecast and estimates, and given the significant potential growth in income for Tehpoo, we anticipate absolutely no downside risk in this investment.

Thank you ladies and gentlemen."

Cracked me up!

If only...

2010-03-01T00:14:00.003+08:00

If only we could turn back time...

I'd gladly give up 5 years of my life for us to go back to the time when you revealed that you'd be coming over as a surprise... and the intention behind the surprise...

So that that would actually remain a surprise... though I'm well aware I have no one else to blame other than myself.

Happy 1st-of-the-month baby :)

Enough

2010-02-17T20:03:00.001+08:00

I never can forget.

Ten things I really wanna do before I turn 3-0

2010-01-11T17:40:00.005+08:00

1. Get a tattoo on left shoulder blade

2. Bathe a pygmy horse

3. Milk a goat (don't mind cows too, but they're humongous and hence intimidating)

4. Parasailing

5. Scuba-dive

6. Give birth to twin girls

7. Be 55kg (preferably before AND after #6)

8. Stay on a farm for a while (ala the Morgans movie but not the witness-murder part lah)

9. Roadtrip round Australia

10. Let go of certain things**

Of course, list is non-exhaustive - these are only 10 of the many things I want to do and the list is not in sequence.

** Do not wish to repeat stories.

A clichéd the-year-is-coming-to-an-end-and-a-new-year-is-around-the-corner note

2009-12-31T09:13:00.000+08:00

Chronologically thinking through 2009, weighing out the good vs bad.. it wasn't particularly a good year.

A friend pointed out: It's really beyond the superficial judgement of who's right and who's wrong - fact is, certain actions did cause certain unhappiness, however indirect or unintended the actions were. Sometimes, it did seem so clear what was happening, yet certain spur-of-Eureka-moments threw off orbit and it's back to square one.

Are there really two sides to a coin? What determines?

(just got electrocuted by laptop)

Having said, I don't think 2009 brought/left any regrets. Regrets only set in when things are irreconcilable and/or irreversible. I am sorry, yet I am not sorry. Like how you'd feel if someone's dog died. I'm truly sorry your dog has died, but I'm not sorry because I didn't cause its death.

Of course, everything is subjective - it literally differs from person to person what is considered the "cause of death" - some are straight to the point; some might take in other consequential factors. So when this discrepancy happens, good'ol honest communication is imperative, otherwise you'd just be moving along in parallel lines, shrouded in perpetual murky unclarity.

Perhaps actions do speak louder than words, but staunch advocates of this belief might be too simplistic. It doesn't really work all the time with surrounding influences. To people who possess certain levels of EQ and mutual synergy, words are much, much stronger. There is really only so much you can do physically, but literary *does* transcend. Someone pass me a bodhi tree.

Abruptly, I want to specially thank the following people. I'd also like to highlight that the people listed here are the ones who did make a big impact on my Year 2009, so please don't take it personally if you are not mentioned here. As long as you're on my FB it means you're a friend otherwise I won't add you (except for the 5% of you whom I added as gossip teehee).

I want to thank PAPAPAPA, MAMAMAMAMA and DIDIDIDIDIDI for getting my back and giving me all the chances to (attempt) carve my career, listening to me whine incessantly when my boss *ahem* gives me niao niao things, and telling me that I *really* am very fat (in respective order). To name a few. Thank you for being there tirelessly and keeping me grounded, even when I climb into your beds at odd hours and force you awake just because I am bored and/or don't want to be alone.

I want to thank Babypoosmellymunchkinsmalaupig for throwing me sanity checks ever so often, and remaining so close to my heart despite the distance. Thank you for also succumbing to my endless tirades about getting the Blackberry - see now our phone bills are much lesser! I have to say you fly this kite (me) really well.

I want to thank Siter for being my BFF, even though we are as different as Blackberry and iPhone and more than half the time we just want to /fing each other so badly. Thank you for taking care of my hamhams and helping to 超度 them one by one /tou. Ni zui hao guai guai bu yao qi fu ahboy, bu ran yi hou mei you ren yao ni ni jiu dong /zibi.

I want to thank Fongfong for being QAD and keeping me grounded with your rude snaps and dismissive wombattitude. Thank you for telling me when I'm behaving stupidly and that I really am very chio after all. Please stack my Taboo cards in their colours accordingly ok?

I want to thank Lala and Yanyan for making me realise that you all care enough to get unhappy, and for the attempts to help straighten things up. I really appreciate it. *hug you two* Of course I hope for things to be the same again.. 柯以妈？

I want to thank Lammypok for finally “成家立业” and 了了我一庄心事 ahahahaa. 要乖乖知不知道！真的是无比的愉悦呀！

I want to thank Ah Fur & Effybobeffy for being the mad jiejies I wish I had. Never stopped envying the Tan sisters lor. For yet another year, Ah Fur and Effybobeffy have tirelessly taught me stuff after stuff despite me making them want to puke blood with my questions.

I want to thank Schminky & Fifi for the mad moments when we do meet up. We *always* seem to laugh *that* loud regardless location hor.

I want to thank my OZ cuzzies for making Wattle St my home-away-from-home.. I shall get much better at Mario Kart and come back to kick your #1 asses. I will also get much much better at World Tour drums & shooting hoops! Muacks you all. (Is Nick even on FB?)

I want to thank Yongyong, Mr Fredericksen, Erbie, Goofy Bing-A-Ling and 秋圣母 for all the laugh-until-stomach-going-to-implode moments. We haven't really known each other for *that* long/well, but here's to more side-splitting/PONG/nomnomnom/Arnold's moments. ZHE LI YOU BU SHI LIBRARY.

I want to thank Judylam (who still refuses to get FB), Jinnyjinjin, Kittykat, Stacy Rappy & Susu for all the UNSW memories and still keeping up with each other lives over the virtual realm despite the distance. Love you mad girls.

I'm sure there are more.. I might continue to add to this later during the day.

Till then, I love all you people and may 2010 bring nothing but good stuff to you. It's gonna be a good one.

Love,
Me

(pasted from my FB notes)

'Tis 3 Days to Christmas

2009-12-22T07:27:00.002+08:00

Hello children.

I have been up for an hour and it's still 7.30am in SG. No one is up and online and I've finished all my blogsurfing. K is probably gonna kill me for exhausting his internet quota again teehee.

Doing the domesticated thing now.. bedlinen's in the wash and I'm waiting for the silly guys from Freedom to deliver the new mattress we bought. I hate it when delivery people tell you stuff like "Oh we'll be there anytime between 9am - 1pm." Granted we all know why they do it, but nonetheless it pisses the shit outta me cos effectively those 4 hours are fucked and God knows how many of them actually arrive between those hours.

Now I am fungry and there's only one sad banana which I have to ration from now till then cos I obviously cannot get food until silly mattress arrives.

Went to this law firm who handles immigration and PR stuff yesterday.. I like this guy. K and his sister both got their PR through him.. and I like the way he operates. He doesn't give me the first-meeting-creeps as well. We pretty much have very limited option (well, we only have AN option) if I wanted to get PR, so we'll sit on it for now.

We were late for the appointment for a bit and we got lost, and we ended up running up and down steep slopes trying to locate the place and my feet officially died. Had to limp to Sportsgirl after that to buy this ugly pair of thongs which was on sale. If my feet ever reincarnate into an actual person, he would hunt me down and seek revenge, abusing me tenfold then :(

(Why does OZ tv suck so much? For the past hour they're showing c-r-a-p and it's like for kids. Why do kids watch things like that?! I don't even mind Hi-5 this much. Show it dammit.)

Roamed the city after lunch yesterday and K went back to work.. The. Crowd. Is. Mad.

Was in Myer and the *only* sane section within was the bedlinen. The kids section especially was barking chaos, what with mad kids zooming everywhere and mad parents trying to hunt their mad kids down and mad grandparents obviously lost in transition.

(Entire house smells Dynamo-ey now. It's a comforting smell. Why is mattress un-here?)

It was less madness at the clothes departments but nothing much yet.. just a couple of mad dresses. Gonna wait till Boxing Day and sweep the malls. K's entire family will be here on Boxing Day.. so I dunno if we'd go to the malls or not. We're gonna go up to Blue Mts though! Gonna drive up and stay for a night. It'll be fun.

Believe it or not, yesterday was my FIRST time ever at Supre - Ah Fur is gonna scoff at me. Can't blame me cos Supre stuff used to be super trashy; it still is, just that there are some new collections.. but it's tiring scouring through the trash to get to the good ones.

I hate Supre fitting rooms though. The incessant door-slamming gets to me real bad. I actually tried to stop the door from slamming when I came out for the second time, but I didn't realise my watch's face had twisted downwards on the wrist, and the cb door SLAMMED into my watch's face. Sorry Siter :( I stood there rooted and gaping but the guy was waiting to get the clothes. Bah.

But I'll go back to Supre again. Gave up on Cotton On. Sidenote: I hate it when these traditionally "local" stores start going to other countries. Bah. When I went to London I didn't even get anything from River Island. Not exactly cheaper also. Bah. Everyone is wearing the same stuff everywhere!

(Woo bedlinen is done - off to dryer brb)

(90min of dryer. Where is mattress?!)

Can't remember what I had wanted to say.

Anyway am pretty disappointed with David Jones' Christmas decorations this year.. not as exciting as previous years'. Oh well. Boxing Day sales better be good.

Oh oh oh.

Of course by now the entire Asia (and Texas) is rejoicing over The Proposal! Gong xi ni CYY & Mike.. sincerely wish you lovebirds a blissful and lasting marriage. Cannot wait for the Eurasian babies! :)

(K just called - delivery guys haven't called yet. Must I tip them if I flirted a bit and asked if they could help me bring the mattress to the room? The lady at the store had said that if "we asked nicely they would do it". Bahahha.)

Omg it's been a mad few days cos I've been playing World Tour and Mario Kart with my cousins. DAMN FUN. I swear I am going to get World Tour once I get back. Lammy has been nagging me to do it since a long time ago - I already have the potential suspects in mind! LET'S HAVE A WORLD TOUR PARTAYYYYY. F&B provided!

Omg Hugh Grant is going to be on TV after the commercials!! *wets*

I'm trying to take more photos.. but I've been Sydney-ing so often that everything seems like the norm now.. nothing much to take leh. I'll bug K to let me take photos of the apartment and post it up.

Dum dum dum.

Oh well. Till laters.

***

Groceries List:

- bedroom slippers for K (so that he can FINALLY stop wearing mine. Bedroom slippers, esp furry ones, are DAMN private to me lah! It's worse than sharing toothbrushes to me and he's scoffing my anal-ness over it)

- tang yuan (winter solstice today)

- shampoo (hope there are travel ones)

Hurrumph. Hungry.

Bye children. Have a good Tuesday.

Jetstar's call centre SUCKS

2009-11-29T23:32:00.002+08:00

I am fucking pissed because I just made a call to Jetstar's call line and this OZ woman was fucking rude!

I made the reservations to go Hong Kong with Didi a few days ago, but at the end of the whole process I didn't receive any confirmation email. Sure fine it says might take up to 24hrs for the confirmation email to come through or something, so I just waited.

Until NOW, I still haven't received the email. So I called the call centre to check. This phone automated machine told me what shit about how the phone call might be recorded for what shit tracking purposes as usual. If there's really QC why hasn't this woman been booted for her rudeness?

Finally, this OZ woman picked up. Wow very nice very impressed with the promptness.

ULTIMATE XIALAN TO THE MAX. I can so imagine her face when picking my call - doing manicure and digging her nose or something.

I didn't get the email so naturally I didn't get any confirmation email and hence there was no booking reference for me to retrieve my booking. She asked me for all those particulars in such a cutting voice, you can throw bak kwa at her and get it sliced.

OH.

She (xialanly, of course) told me the only reservation made under "my name" was to HK on 21 DECEMBER. OF WHICH I'D BE IN SYDNEY???

So fair enough she said she couldn't divulge (the other) passenger information. So I asked if I could check whether my credit card got charged for anything. So she typed in my number and (xialanly, again) said "Oh. I had your name under XXXXX and not XXX (space) XX."

OH THE XIALANNESS.

So maddening. I paused right? If a pause is not equivalent to a space to you, then too bad. Oh but hey how did you get my surname then? That pause you get??? Not like I have some long ME or IN name right?

Then I asked her to email me the confirmation email VERY NICELY. I know I was being nice cos I WAS BEING NICE.

She xialanly said "Yeah like I said I would email it to you" in that xialan voice. I hear myself talk in xialan voice also want to slap myself.

I will NEVER fly Jetstar again (I don't care for the greasy looking seats/headrests either). For the record if it's not because SQ is effing full I wouldn't have flown Jetstar.

BAH!

Bah.

2009-11-19T09:16:00.004+08:00

Almost everytime I read The Two Blogs, I feel twang of guilt - like I had betrayed.

The big fat irony I just realised - the two blogs' links are adjacent to each other in my bookmarks.

Unintentionally, of course.

It's a very weird mechanic - how it all worked out. I was very indignant for One Blog, not because of personal reasons but because of my whole 路见不平拔刀相助 mentality. But after time, perhaps One Blog is not as "genuine" as I had believed, if you know what I'm getting at. It's another classic case of telling what it wants people to believe. In short, manipulate you to believe its truth is The Truth. Which of course, the whole shingzamajit about how a coin has two sides blah blah.

But having met The Other Blog too, perhaps, from all the "wrongs" done, maybe The Other Blog *is* much more fitting to the situation now.

哎呀关我屁事啦。

Movies I wanna watch

2009-11-18T16:22:00.003+08:00

I don't care I wanna watch them all when I'm in Sydney!

A Christmas Carol
The Time Traveller's Wife
The Invention of Lying
Paranormal Activity (yes I know I've watched it but I wanna watch with K hehehe)
Alvin & the Chipmunks 2
Did You Hear About The Morgans?
Bright Star
Old Dogs

I don't care I wanna watch them all when I'm in Sydney!

I is scared.

2009-11-16T13:31:00.005+08:00

It was a spontaneous decision to catch Paranormal Activity and we settled for the 12.35am show at Suntec's Eng Wah. I went a little earlier to get the tickets as we were using the free vouchers from my uncle, and no bookings were to be made using freebies.

Inquired about the packed-ness of the cinema - woo apparently not too crowded.

Waited for The Lost Goat outside Rock where 3 wooden benches were. Soon after I sat down, a Chinese couple came over to my left, and shortly after an Indian couple came and sat down on my right. I had chosen the middle bench because the spotlight was brightest there and I was scared.

Berry-ing while waiting expectantly for The Lost Goat. After about 30min the lights suddenly went out. I jumped up in reflex and shrunk back into the dark in paiseh-ness. Chinese couple left, and Indian couple left after a while too.

Sat alone in the dark mentally willing The Lost Goat to find her way soon.

Woo finally reached. Milled around a little waiting for her to bleat her breath back from rushing up.

Went into the theatre.

Not. A. Single. Person. In. Sight.

We stood rooted and froke (break-broke freak-froke) out. We didn't know whether to leave or go to the seats because we were freaking scared. In the end fear got the better of us (show was gonna start anytime soon and we didn't want to be caught standing there when it starts) and we rushed up to the seats.

It was a dilemma of where to sit. Ended up just randomly rushing into a row and not even our designated row which was further behind.

We were scared even before the movie started.

Movie started.

I was freaked out again when I realised there were noises at the back. I finally couldn't take it and nudge Ah Do. Before I even finished my question she was nodding frantically. Took me damn long before I finally mustered enough courage to turn to the back swiftly (turned during the day scenes so theatre was brighter - until now mighty pleased with my bravery).

THERE WAS NO ONE.

Freaked out even more.

After noises again I decided to turn as again for a longer moment.

THERE WAS NO ONE.

Ready to pee in pants.

Noises continued. Theatre door opening and shutting every now and then. Footsteps shuffled along the corridor downstairs but never someone appearing.

Cannot. Take. It.

I turned for the final time and scanned the back of the theatre in detail. Very proud of bravery.

KNNBCCB THE INDIAN COUPLE FROM EARLIER IS SITTING IN THE CORNER OF THE LAST ROW AND THE CORNER WAS SO DARK WE DIDN'T EVEN SEE THEM WHEN WE CAME IN AT ALL LAH.

Stupid aunty at the counter still dared to say "oh not too crowded". CANNOT BE MORE SPECIFIC AND SAY IT WAS NEAR EMPTY AH??

STUPID.

Before the movie even reached mid-way we were both freaked beyond imagination.

Ah Do told me after the movie that she had propped her knees on the seat in front, and she had suddenly felt her knees move and the back of the seat kinda felt "depressed", as though someone had sat down and applied pressure on the seat.

Of course, there was no one.

Freaked beyond hope. In the end she came over to my place to stay over because we were too damn scared.

We definitely got much, much more than we had asked for.

Shivery Monday night

2009-11-09T20:24:00.004+08:00

Ahem.

So hello again. It's been a while. I wonder who's reading this?

Suddenly felt like being back.. no big reason. Kinda like the current background now because I'm blogging from my spanking new pink Vaio:

Laptop has been christened Plappy, because well, Pink Lappy.

It was sheer luck when I randomly clicked on a colour code and the blog's background instantly camouflaged into Plappy's border.

So this guniang colour will be staying for a while.

I am such a meek little shu nv lamb *bleats*

Recovering from my flu, which Fongz had presumptuously thought that I had recovered and "made" me go down for mahjong yesterday. Which wasn't particularly enjoyable because each attempt at laughing made me sound like a donkey down with TB, and I also lost $11.

I'm now braces-ed and hope to get it removed in half a year's time.

Work's been busy like mad, and I do hope the reason that made me stop blogging back then will not emerge again.

Wheet. Laters.

P/S: I'd like to know how to hide my archives.

Rejuvenated

2009-11-09T10:54:00.001+08:00

Hello world.

2009-05-03T19:14:00.001+08:00

I am LIONHEART!!!

2009-05-03T10:27:00.005+08:00

Just finished chewing the articles churned out by TNP and ST. I actually stopped going back to sleep to get the papers. I so darn wished I was there. Chao FongBeeTin lor refused to go and sign up as member. $5 only also dowan! See lah we missed exciting show!

Quoted from TNP: "Amid the impasse, an elderly usher, already bored, made a shadow of a dog on one of the projector screens and giggled to himself."

AHAHAHA. Wallao eh.

Given how A _ _ _ _ is probably now in dire needs of a fund-raising project, the new exco can go and sell dvds of the entire EGM and raise funds from there! Confirm raise enough to cover the $90,000 lor.

I think it's a damn good idea leh. But then again, it's quite sian diao how the Whites resorted to jeering and booing. How different are you then, from the Reds? Fight with grace lah. If you can be like, say, a certain M.Lam from a certain forum, all snooty and snobbish and superior yet remain unruffled and cool cucumber, then I say you're zai. Like J.Lau. Not merely hinging on sheer numbers and rock down the house just cos you outnumbered and outvoiced them. So if they actually did sell dvds of the EGM, they would be propaganding the whole crass boo-jeer thing hor.

Ok lah idea scrapped.

But no self-respecting adult will tell a fellow adult to shut up and sit down one lah.

I'm still laughing at the giggled-to-self ah pek who did the dog-shadow thing.

/Edit:

I want!!

Insulted

2009-05-02T23:01:00.004+08:00

My boyfriend watched our sec 4 choir musical and said:

K says:
u solo awhile only?

Dongkeywong * says:
yah lah i also not main lead

K says:
sorry heh.. i saw the beast enter.. ppl clap then just keep see them only

Dongkeywong * says:
....

Dongkeywong * says:
cb

K says:
eh i watched part 2 first ma.. dont know u are the maid..

Dongkeywong * says:
HELLO

Dongkeywong * says:
I WAS MRS POTTS

Dongkeywong * says:
NOT THE MAID

Dongkeywong * says:
HOUSEKEEPER

K says:
haha

K says:
okok

K says:
i forgot the characters

..............

Mayday

2009-05-02T00:36:00.006+08:00

Just got back from Beerfest.

(I am aching all over from badminton.)

I might be the only one saying this, but it's not *that* rara as I had expected. It's like those beer nights we have at Unibar. Nonetheless a big WHEETS to Banana who did some magic and got us in without having to pay the $27 (I had wanted to smuggle in with the pink band but I kena caught wahhaa). It must be quite blasphemous how I sat there idly headbanging to the band playing (Hell's Bells?) and I have absolutely no idea what's going on. I was asking Effy who is AC/DC and being ever so nice she merely said "You don't know AC/DC?" and not like crucify me on the Rock music cross or something. I am so not heavy metal nor rock. And this Vin Diesel looking guy standing in front of me was supposedly the guy from Vertical Horizon, who's gonna play tomorrow. Effy made me take a photo of his backside "just for fun". (Ok I just Googled and that guy in front of me IS from Vertical Horizon. Effy will go from headbanging to banginghead cos she refused to take a photo with him cos she paiseh!)

(I am aching.)

We all met for dinner at Tampopo (the ramen is quite nice and the hard/soft boiled egg is yums) where we swallowed our food (and Banana chewed a chilli padi for a free dinner, 2 Mcs icecream and a beer from me - which I didn't get her yet cos she was at the other tent) and chionged down to Ngee Ann City where Genie (another big WHEETS) had gotten us invites to the VIP tent of Orchard Reloaded.

Banana and I were bitching throughout the runway. Oh Angelia was sitting three seats away across the aisle. Some stuff from Gap's and Banana Republic's new lines are damn nice. I want leh. AND THAT JIMMY CHOO HEELS AND BAG. Wheets. I shall go and see look when the boutique opens. My boyfriend lovingly told me to "get it myself" when I asked if he'd get me the cute Coach bag.

(Aching.)

(Speaking of which, we were talking about diamonds last night, and I told him that the rule of thumb is, the diamond should cost at least 3 month's of the guy's salary. He gave a big "WAH" and said, ok lah I buy for you now. Ahboh next time when my salary hit like $10k, means must buy $30k diamond for you leh. Now buy at least no need buy so expensive one. So loving.)

I had a Hoegaarden and I totally zoned out cos Beerfest was fucking hot. If I ever go next year, I am so gonna wear just a tank top, shorts, Havas, tie the hair up, and bring my battery-operated fan. Maybe I'm also super tired from the badminton today. Super shiokness. I am very happy I haven't lost my touch despite not playing for damn long. Aching.

I am rambling, I am very tired and I am fucking upset I scraped my heels when I stepped into the cracks in the wooden platform at the Flyer. My lovely chio hot pink heels =( Now its ruined. Pah. Then I've got a ton of minutes from the AGM to sort out.

And now I want to eat char kway teow.

True love

2009-04-30T09:38:00.003+08:00

Brian, Brian, Brian.

What did I tell you?

What did I tell you?

Despite telling you this.. I am now hearing my friend talk about how you used all the violence on her.

You think you what?

STREET FIGHTER OR NINJA TURTLE?

You really don't learn do you?

Well done though. You have single-handedly (figurative of course - since concurrently I am hearing same stuff from different people. You darling boys and girls should get together and create a Facebook group leh. I can do the honour for you. I will even be a fan! It would be hard to name that group though. Sigh~) exhausted my extensive vocabulary of potty-mouth talk. Nothing is deemed sufficient to describe you anymore. Yet another award in your pocket!

One day. One fine day.

You will pay your dues.

To all the girls reading this. Oh, perhaps I should quote those silly chain emails: Men, please send this to all the ladies you know to prevent them from falling for this person, and girls, please tape your panties to yourself with duct tape.

Keep your eyes peeled for this wonderful sweet-talking guy. He will literally charm your panties off you, fuck you, dump you, and make you feel like you were the slut who asked for it.

Ha-ha-harmony!

2009-04-29T14:36:00.002+08:00

I was filling Didi in about the soccer match tonight between DPMM and PJFC, and he in turn was telling me stuff about G l e n n ' s d i v o r c e & c u r r e n t l o v e l i f e and how J.D. looks weird (I don't want to get Googled for this wahhaa) then we stopped short and looked at each other.

Didi then quipped, "It's damn weird how I'm telling you about entertainment and you telling me about soccer!"

***

Typical conversations with my darling mother.

妈： “你到底几时才甘愿换床单？”

我： “等到皮肤痒咯。”

妈： “好。”

(还真的不管我)

~~~

妈： “你要几个冰块？”

我： “四个半。”

妈： “好。”

(还真的四个半)

~~~

(端着碟子从厨房出来)

妈： “你要在哪里吃？”

我： “地上。”

妈： “好。”

(还真的摆在地上)

***

I was at the auditor's office at Tiong Bahru just now, and I was headed back to the east.

I ended up at Wheelock.

-________-"

The night we went for Lala's bday KTV at Liang Court, I ended up at Tiong Bahru.

*bows*

Hilarious

2009-04-28T23:38:00.003+08:00

I Googled "chap sar yio", and you would *never* believe the results.

In the world wide web, the top three results of "chap sar yio" turned out to be the blogs of:

1) PMS
2) Ting
3) Effy

Baahahahhahahaha.

Girlpower

2009-04-27T10:31:00.008+08:00

This is a short note to all with something dangling between the legs.

We girls, will do anything for our gal pals.

It is literally accurate when we say, you screw with one of us, you screw with all of us.

Cliche has it down pat when it says "Hell has no fury like a woman scorned" - so assuming each girl has an average of five gal pals, you will be facing hell multiply by six. On top of that, you must really get it into your (thick - for some) skull, that generally, girls are interested in every single thing that happen to fellow girls within six degrees.

Perhaps by now some of you are already lost. Let's have some visuals, shall we?

Legend:

Red = girl you fuck with
Purple = gal pals of girl
Green = gal pals of gal pals of girl
Blue = gal pals of gal pals of gal pals of girl

And I humbly assure you.. this IS reality. Oh just for the record, the purple boxes will be the ones who'd take responsibility upon themselves to fuck you right back, regardless how well a friendship you had going between you or how you don't even know each other at all.

Especially with the fact that almost every breathing organism keeps a blog and has a Facebook account nowadays, it is only all too easy to simply pass on the blog address or paste a photo to put an identity to you.

You can accredit it to the higher education that we're receiving.. or that some of us would love for justice to be done.. or we sincerely want to prevent other fellow girlies from falling prey to you.. or simply down to the crass primitive fact that almost everyone LOVES goss.

Do also take note that perhaps 40% of the little coloured boxes above make up of the girlies' boyfriends, so dude, you are now being despised by fellow dangling-bits, and they don't even have to be in Singapore to know how trashy you are (teehee)

If you really need further living proof, Spice Girls already sang it to you more than a decade ago.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

So here's a story from A to Z, you wanna get with me
you gotta listen carefully,
We got Em in the place who likes it in your face,
we got G like MC who likes it on an
Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady,
and as for me..ah you'll see,
Slam your body down and wind it all around
Slam your body down and wind it all around.

So...

Good luck, Brian Lee.

Zoom zoom zoom!

2009-04-25T00:24:00.003+08:00

Went for a test drive on the new Mazda 3 today.

The private promo is actually over the weekend, but Pops refuses to be part of the predicted insane queue so we popped by today with Didi.

Nothing to hoot about at all leh. I've been damn bloody hyped over the plan of getting me a smaller car, but I didn't even get the impulse to get the car after the test drive.

I think because I'm driving a 2L now, it's very very very sian to downgrade to a less powerful 1.6L. Might as well be driving a Vios lor. With the 6 SP, the pickup is damn zai, even if I have to peeehhhhrrrrr the car a little. But at least pickup is instant! The new 3.. peehhhrrrr until the rev is 3.5 the car also never move, and when it does it jerks. Sia suay leh at red lights.

The new 3 2L is the only model with bodykit, and is much much chioer than the 1.6L - in fact Didi and I both prefer the 2L. But it's stupid to get it now also cos COE is damn fucking ex if we get the current one; otherwise the COE rebate is only $5k. Alas.. the price for 3 2L is also very the chioness. It costs the same at the current 6 SP we're driving. I was hoping the new 3 1.6L SP (currently out of stock) will be much better than the sedan (which WILL), but I was super horrified when Didi pointed out the illustration - the hatchback looks fugly. Very, very fugly. As fugly as the 2.

Le sigh.

No car for now.

MHM's quotable quotes

2009-04-24T00:44:00.002+08:00

My baby cousin is a hoot.

***

(during dinner)

Me: "Which is your favourite dish?"

Him: "Got two..."

Me: "Which two?"

Him: "This.. and.. that.." *points at two identical plates of fries*

***

(asking him about his homework)

Me: "Mama got help you do homework or not?"

Him: "No..."

Me: *thinks to self: Wah.. so good boy ah.."

Him: "Yee Ma.." (Aunty)

***

He was rambling off incoherently as usual when he suddenly pointed to his lip and asked "Is it bleeding?"

***

He had just finished a piece of very nicely-coloured drawing, and I told him to sign his name because that's what artists do.

He grabbed a black crayon, stared down, looked up at me and went "I don't know how to write (my name)..."

***

I brought him to the playground downstairs, and en route, we passed by a small pavilion where a lazy cat slept (and he was afraid to step closer for a photo).

We moved on after a good two minutes of staring at the sleeping cat (and I had collected three mozzie bites), and came to another small pavilion.

He chirped, "Why (is there) no cat sleeping here?"

***

The Classic:

We picked him up from his kindy and went back to my place, and he announced that he wanted to play Wii the moment he stepped into the house. Mehmeh's favourite Yi Nan Wang was on, so I stood with him in front of the big clock, and told him to wait till the "long needle" (minute hand) reaches 6, then he could play Wii.

Half-convinced, he tottered over to the living room and lovingly stared at the Wii set. For good measure, I brought out my alarm clock and set it to 5.30pm, telling him that it would ring when the minute hand reached 6, so he could go ahead and colour first.

Sekali the alarm clock went off at 5pm.

-__________-"

His head bounced up expectantly, only to see the minute hand at 12 instead of 6. He went back to his colouring, but twisting his neck checking ever so often whether it's time. I had to turn the clock in his direction to prevent a neck sprain.

No surprises how his face lit up when the needle finally hit 6.

My lovely boy.

Life

2009-04-23T01:00:00.004+08:00

A few months back, I posted the lyrics to a song, and I had said that for some reason, I actually felt that there was more to the lyrics than you know, merely lyrics.

Soon after, I became friends with the "owner" of the song.

I don't know whether to feel good because I was spot-on, or to feel bad because I was spot-on.

人生无奈。

=(

2009-04-20T16:17:00.000+08:00

I have resorted to using the lucky $100 note that Ting gave me.

=(

=D

2009-04-20T11:07:00.004+08:00

The chio chio teacher (hereby known as CCT) told me before class on Saturday, I give her the impression that I look like Ah Gil (she-who-was-one-of-the-byebyes-with-E-Chen).

Not literal visual resemblance, but apparently I kinda give off that 梦幻纯情玉女 vibes.

Honestly dunno good or bad.

My chio chio teacher is chio!

Majulah Singapura!

2009-04-18T22:01:00.003+08:00

I get very very upset whenever a random buffoon complains incessantly about Singapore to me.

Do. Not. Complain. About. My. Country. To. Me.

Me. Who. Tear. When. Singing. The. National. Anthem. During. NDP.

I know every (authentic) national day songs by heart and I howl them loudly in sync with the TV on every 9 August!

You don't like it here, move your bumbo-jumbo clout to some other island and proceed to sink it with your ass or something.

Singapore is a very, very fine city, and I will not tolerate anyone badmouthing it.

Especially if you are LOCAL. You can be unpatriotic, but you keep your bloody mouth shut around me or I will sink you with, I dunno, a merlion or something.

Singapore is a fine, fine city.

You tell me.

Where else in this world, WHERE, can you find such a nice legal system like Singapore has? It is SO SO overflowing with justice ok? It never ever metes out unreasonable punishments. Our law system is flawless!

Like... I dunno *shrug*. Let's say...

If you can prove that you have NO valid reason for chionging the red light, IT'S OK!!! Really!! Even if you end up killing someone BECAUSE you ran the light, IT'S OK! As long as you can prove that there was NO legitimate reason for you to NOT stop at the red light, IT'S OK!! A day's jail, that's it!! Fully atone for the unfortunate accident caused!! Oh what pink clouds and flying carebears!!

Isn't it like wonderful!??!?! SERIOUSLY!?

My wonderful country never fails to astound.

I love Singapore!

***

On a not-too-separate note, I honestly idolise Subhas. The last time I saw him in person was at ECP's Crystal Jade, and I was staring at him all the while. So scared he sue me leh "DIAO SIMI DIAO? KUA SMLJ?"

It would be damn funny to hear him say SMLJ though.

Gobble

2009-04-12T23:54:00.003+08:00

Yesterday at the music school, I was chatting with the (very chio) teacher who auditioned me back then.

She told me:

"You will be very pretty if you can hit 50kg!"

I went dumb and all I could think of was, in order to hit 50kg, I would be required to shed the weight equivalent to about FOUR turkeys.

One, two, three, Four!

Gobble gobble.

*****

Hello Daphne!! =D

*****

There's a gala tomorrow night and I am starving myself just so I can fit into A dress.

Sigh.

Life's a bitch.

*****

Wheeets I watched "When Harry Met Sally" today and I love it!

Gonna watch again with K when I see him.

*****

Gobble gobble.

If you stare at the word 'gobble' for a long time, it ceases to look like a word!

Wheeets~

2009-04-09T14:00:00.000+08:00

For Sale:

- Marilyn Monroe retro twin bell alarm clock
- BRAND NEW
- fire-engine red body; silver bells/handle
- comes with original box (and chio pink bubble wrap!)
- selling at $34.50 (negotiable)
- meet-up at City Hall
- email meee~

I'll try to post up a photo if anyone's interested.

giggle

2009-04-09T13:13:00.003+08:00

Girls I want to bonk (in sequential preference - as though you cannot already tell from the sizes of pictures):

1) Liu Liyang

2) Ella

3) Li Yuchun

I so can see my inclination now.

There is just SOMETHING about them that omgmakesmewet(from drool ok?).

=D

A beautiful Wednesday morning

2009-04-08T07:48:00.005+08:00

I am awake at an ungodly hour (had to send Pops to airport) and therefore my grumpiness is exponentially amplified.

On random days like that, when it is too irritating to go back to sleep (only to wake up 50min later for work) but too long to be doing nothing, I surf random blogs.

Wheeeet~

I am going to paraphrase something I read off Queen Barbie's.

What are you scoffing at? Don't you paraphrase?! Later police catch you ah copy and paste.

Ahem.

So.

Queen Barbie was saying something... about how she is not dirty-ly rich (what, that's what filthy means what no meh. Filth = dirt ~~), and how she does not live in an un-dwarf 豪宅 (is it copy/paste if I translate into Mandarin?), nor drive P cars or AM cars (oh so SLK can lah?), nor have a 名牌 on everything she dons (this I laughed until I farted a little too loudly and a stray kitten flew to Sentosa).

I fucking hate people like that.

These people hor, actually not so many things to say about them one. The things they do are not really fault-able, eg cut nose lah.. sew head lah.. put thing into cheek lah.. force double eyelid lah.. whole (fake) body all branded stuff lah.. not Japanese say Japanese lah.. not Thai say Thai lah.. actually all are normal displays of either 1) pursuing perfection, and/or 2) sheer insecurity. In any case, no actual fault what. It's only human.

All these things are really not fault-able because it is your own tai chee what you want to do to yourself. If you can afford all branded stuff head to toe, you can be wearing Hermes knickers (but no white lace right? Maybe it's in the shape of 'H' then cannot cover byebye. But then again cover for what?) for all I care. In fact, I'd say good for you you are really very lucky you can afford everything branded. It will also make me happy reading your website because you have a lot of branded stuff! The more branded stuff the happier I am because the poor pheasant (oh this is the bird) like me has no money to buy, so I can only rely on the rich kids to post up branded stuff so I will know what's the latest thing in the market leh. I don't wanna end up getting "designer-inspired" or rip-offs lor.

But these people become so goddamn fucking CCB-ly irritating when they go all holy and angelic and say the complete opposite of what they are/have. Oh I so do not have/like branded. Oh I so do not have unreal nose. Oh I so do not have unreal taut skin. Oh I so do not have scars. Oh I so do not wear/have everything branded. Oh I so do not have the luxury of kicking back and leeching off my wealthy parents (oops I just plagiarised).

Don't come and prance around like a little holy lamb and say how you are reading religious books and oh-so-religious you are when you are a sight like you are. I don't know which is more argh-ful - she who thinks the world falls at her feet; or those losers who really DO fall at her feet, regardless in lust or envy (but apparently, secret sources have let loose (BAHAHAHAHHAHAA PUNNNN~~) that there really isn't much to be lustful about).

*pauses and ponders*

But compared to Those Sluts out there, gimme Queen Barbie any day lah.

Hor Shuyin?

Ask and you shall get

2009-04-07T11:24:00.002+08:00

Click.

*unable to contain excitement*

WHOOPS IN JOY.

I am so random it's scary

2009-04-04T23:27:00.002+08:00

一颗奔驰的心像风一样难留
男志在四方一切向往自由
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

谁爱谁更多谁欠谁更多
何苦要一份爱恨交错
你要的很多最后失去更多
而是你（是他）还是谁的错

真心的男儿那眼泪也不轻弹
真心的男儿每一步都磊落大方
真心的男儿用真心去闯一闯
他追逐太阳哪怕受伤志在四方

真心会不会换来一场虚情假意的模样
真心全交了出来是否就能确保不受伤

Wheeets!

2009-04-04T00:35:00.003+08:00

Dodo and I went to perm our hair again on a whim.

I was playing with her Ah Boy's PSP, and now I want my own.

Last month, I spent more than my take home pay, and technically I only have half of my take home pay left because half of it goes to savings and parents. So by right I spent 3 times of my usual disposable income.

And despite paying some I am still in debt. Big debt.

ANDDDDDDDD WE WILL BE GOING TO JAY CHOU'S CONCERT IN JULY WHEN HE GOES TO SYDNEY BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA.

But that's another significant amount. I didn't... really... get the cheap(er) seats.

Butbutbut.

Jay Chou!

It's gonna be so damn cool. I have never flown somewhere for a concert specifically before! Technically I didn't fly there for the concert lah.. I merely delayed my trip for a few days to coincide with the concert.

Still!

I am not being a meanie but sometimes I wish it was easier for me to ask my friends to repay me. I can so do with that amount now. But it's hard for me cos I know my friends would pay me if they had the ability to do so (I am very cautious with my moolah and I don't lend any TD/H), so if they didn't pay me means they don't have it right? If they don't have no point I hound them also mah.

But I really could use it to pay off my camera and Japanese Yen debts =(

Owell.

An email

2009-03-29T14:14:00.005+08:00

To: Effy
Cc: Ting
Subject: Ralph

Dear Effy,

BWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAA
AAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
BAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
WAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.

Best personal regards,
Pooey

*****

For the first time ever in my entire mahjong life, I got within a night:

1) 小三元 (Effy: this is xiao san yuan)
2) 大牌碰一九 (Effy: this is dua pai pong one nine [in beijing~~])
3) 清一色 (Effy: this is one colour)
4) 半色碰大牌花上自摸 (Effy: this is half colour pong dua pai plus draw flower then por tile zi mo)
5) 咬咬咬

and the napshot of the night...

*drumroll*

I 大相公 (Effy: this is DA XIANG GONG) WITH 16 TILES WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ultimate ok? Now Lauren calls me "The Legend".

I VERY NEARLY GAO CHAP SAR YIO TWICE OK!?!??!?!?!

And I won $211 last night after sharing Macs and giving Lauren $5.

TEE HEE HEE.

Don't like that lah let me giggle a bit please? This is really my first time ever leh...

I have never won more than $40 before leh.

Tee hee hee.

Happiest mahjong session EVER, because Effy made us laugh so hard I honestly think I have muscles now.

HOR EFBOBOFY????

Exhausting extremes

2009-03-27T00:39:00.003+08:00

Today was a good day because I spent a really good time with Lala today, and $232 at Forever 21 on super chio clothes.

Today was a bad day because...

Because.

破

2009-03-24T00:25:00.002+08:00

Despite all these years, I cannot (and did not) stop feeling how you two should be together instead.

Tokyo Day Five

2009-03-21T21:44:00.003+08:00

Omgomgomgomgomg can someone please tell me what is 无料案内所?! It's bugging us to bits! We know it's probably something sexual cos of all the girls' photos and the Freudian symbol of the 'above 18' sign, but 无料 means free right? Since 有料 means paying? We just had dinner with Pop's friend and we were DYING to ask her.

Speaking of which...

OMGOMGOMG.

Dinner was a 3-hour affair at XEX, Atago Green Hills.

Oooommgggg.

The view is f-a-s-c-i-n-a-t-i-n-g. The shabu-shabu is todiefor. Then there's the live jazz band which is omgomg. The Tokyo Tower is just *there*! The taiyaki was so good I stuffed it down anyway.

*****

I love Shibuya.

I love Shibuya so much I shall write a haiku about it.

I love Shibuya,
I love, I love Shibuya,
I love Shibuya.

I am so coming back to Tokyo to finish walking Shibuya 109.

Woo~

*****

Ok lah gtg pack. Tomorrow checking out at 6.30am -___-"

The only shopping I did was surprisingly done at Shibuya, and even then, I only bought a bag, a wallet, a sibeh cute spectacles pouch, and pink poufy handphone thingy which YY asked for. So packing's easy this time round.

OH I ALSO BOUGHT A GOOFY HAT FROM DISNEY!!

I bought a lot of Yoku Moku desserts though.

Tokyo Day One

2009-03-17T16:18:00.005+08:00

I am bored shitless in Tokyo and desperately hoping things get better.

According to Lili and Yanyan, I'm the first person they know who doesn't really like Tokyo.

I dunno leh. For one, Jappy fashion is like so-not-me, so I can only buy bags lor. Then I already have so many bags, and it doesn't help everything is so damn expensive. Maybe it's cos of the language barrier - I super don't like the feeling of not understanding anything other than single words or simple phrases.

I can read all the Hiragana and some Katakana, but I have no freaking idea what it all mean. Sometimes I will only realise what it is after I say it out aloud.

Thank goodness we have free internet access in the motel.

Can anyone suggest any fun place around Ikebukuro?! Please don't tell me Harajuku/Shinjuku/Shibuya cos I'll be going there anyway.

My boredom must be damn obvious, because Pops just told me if I were THAT bored I can go watch Pay TV (but only got porn)!

AHAHAHAHHAA.

*****

Just after I finished blogging, Didi and I tapao Macs back to the motel cos Mehmeh was not feeling too good.

I started fiddling with the remote control and SUDDENLY there was this girl sucking off a guy (mosaic-ed of course) on TV and there was another scene of some face/byebye lesbian stuff.

Omgggg it was so hilarious.

Mehmeh was like O.O and Didi went WALLAO!

Teeheehee

2009-03-15T23:01:00.003+08:00

I was showing Effy what is my type, and she exclaimed that K looks exactly like that.

Of course laaah.

He's my type mah heh heh.

Wanna Cyber?

2009-03-14T22:18:00.005+08:00

Weeeeet~

Say hello to my new toy..

Image taken from http://shopper.cnet.com/sc/33196845-2-300-OVR-1.gif

It was a crazy day of last-minutes yesterday, and dressed in tshirts, shorts and slippers with the intention of going Bedok's NTUC, Mehmeh and I sibeh-spontaneously decided to heck it and go down to the IT fair.

Boy oh boy. How we stuck out like sore thumbs in the crowd. Wahaha.

Two aunties roaming IT fair lor.

For the umpteenth time, WHAT RECESSION?!

It took us sheer luck to get that parking space after like going round and round the Suntec carpark like silly hamsters, and we staunchly believed that we got the lot because Tee Kong loves gong kia like us and since there were two of us we had double the opportunities given.

It was Mehmeh's virgin visit to an IT fair, and suffice to say she was astounded at the amount of weight that the escalators were carrying.

Hustled-bustled to Sony booth, hustled-bustled around the booth trying to decide whether to get it and subsequently whether to get the pink or black with Mehmeh standing around giving indifferent suggestions ("Up to you lor.." "You happy lor.." "Of course pink more striking than black lah.."), hustled-bustled to the cashier, hustled-bustled to collection point, hustled-bustled all the way to 6th floor to get some lucky draw thing (Mehmeh drew $10 Gripz voucher - who wants?), hustled-bustled all the way till we left the building.

Scary, scary attempt.

But I wuv the cameraaaaa.. though I lost sleep cos of guilt last night.. and texted K, Dodo and Lammy about it. Wahaha. Lammy's answer was the most helpful lor. Straight to the point yet philosophical.

*****

There were those who had sincerely meant to share their Canon experiences with me, and then there were those who evangelised about Canon to me.

If you knew me at all, you would know that I have never had eyes for any other brand (laptops included - DIDANYONESEETHECLUTCH-LIKELAPTOPTHAT'SRECENTLYRELEASED!?).

I honestly appreciate the advice, and believe me - I really did go research some more to compare the suggested Canon models.

But I simply don't think it appeals to me as much as Sony (in general) does. That's all.

I do not appreciate the snide comments, insinuating how because I am in Pops' business and therefore I have "all that money" to spend on "sub-standard" things, because 1) I hardly think Sony is anywhere remotely near "sub-standard", and 2) contrary to popular (mis)belief, I am getting paid much lesser than your average manager's pay in the market.

Also, I don't give two hoots about how much more "superior" Canon's quality of photos can be - I have a DSLR for crying out loud. I only want something that is small and compact enough to fit into my back pocket (which, incidentally, only has enough room for something slim like a Cybershot *sigh*) and looks chio. I don't think Canon cameras are chio - only the cute bobble one that Lala is using is cute, and cute is not chio.

How hard is it?

Thank you to those of you who really simply wanted to share with me the goodness of Canon. I am not denying that it's good of course. It is! But it's just not I want, and I don't think I should be subjected to such disrespect just because I don't agree with what you preached.

On hindsight, I might even have seriously considered getting a Canon if I wasn't so pissed off with the evangelists (some of whom I haven't even spoken to since graduation).

*****

Back to happier things.

For memory's sake, here's my loyal loyal loyal T1 (first Cybershot ever!), which has loyally served me since 2004 (for a fickle techie like me, that is saying A LOT about my unwavering love for it) and is still in (debatable) working condition, and my T700 which will hopefully cover me for another 5 years again at least.

I am in debt for the next three months lah.

Eewwww.

2009-03-12T15:49:00.002+08:00

Just as I am seriously considering going for a second round of braces (don't ask), I had to see CYY's gory video of wisdom teeth extraction (I couldn't see my own what).

Plan shelved.

Retaining sanity

2009-03-11T11:35:00.004+08:00

As sophisticated and educated as we are supposed (and expected) to be, I don't know why some parents are still so kan bu kai about picking children's professions.

Having a clever/bright/smart/whatever child does not necessarily shout doctor/lawyer/architect/whatever. What about his interests? Especially when "good careers" are usually damn specialised - YOUR KID IS FOREVER STUCK WITH IT LEH.

Einstein was smart like crazy (weak pun unintended) ok. His father had wanted him to study some engineering thing but he refused. If he had went ahead with the parents' wishes, who would have discovered the whole relativity thing?

Point being, by stifling your child to do "what you think is best", you could have potentially snuffed out what he was born to do.

I don't think I will ever forget how my father refused to let me study psychology because "there would be no future" and made me study marketing because "he thought it was the best and most flexible choice", despite my incessant rants on how I bloody dislike "businessy stuff".

K always chides me whenever I bring up the whole psychology thing because he thinks I a being a spoilt brat for doing so, because tons of people out there don't even get the opportunities I am getting and hence I am an ingrate.

My oz cousin has recently started his uni life, taking business and psychology, and earlier, my father had given him all his blessings and even said "psychology is a good choice".

I do not know if that was an attempt to encourage him to study hard (he is quite a problem-boy at times) or did he sincerely mean it - but I can assure you it did not go down too well with me. I mentioned this to K, who got pretty miffed cos he thought that it's cos I didn't get what I want, therefore I am angry when other people got it.

It's not like that at all.

I am very angry with myself, because I am stuck in a half-fucked (im)balance, where if I were a teeny bit more filial, I would have accepted the decision whole-heartedly, or if I were a teeny bit more unfilial, I would be able to guiltlessly followed my heart like Einstein did.

I am not cut out for business because I cannot be bothered to give a shit about cunning strategies and how to work with people you immensely dislike yet smile like Miss Universe, and deny how you want to but this IS business.

I am not saying that I would have had a good shot at psychology either, because it is no news at all that my L1R5 was like triple of what people were getting. But still, in poly, I proved my worth - I could have qualified for a psychology course, and if I could pass my Masters with quite good results, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have died halfway into the course.

I don't think I'm blaming my parents as well, since parents are supposed to know best right? Since I've decided to "embark" on this at the beginning, I would just have to make the best out of everything, since it is probably too late to "back out" anyway.

So to a dear Miss Chapsaryio, 不要气馁. I *think* I can understand how you feel, keeping in mind I was, and still am, the one and only one who is not from RSS or RGS or RJC or NUS. Of course it does not eliminate any sucky struggles you are facing now lah.. I'm just saying I think I know how sucky you feel at times.

It sucks more being the eldest and having to shoulder the responsibility of "being a role model", which was soon relinquished anyway when I proved incapable. Day in day out I used to feel guilty that I had let my parents down because I was the black sheep that seemed incapable of anything that was considered the "norm" in the family, and that would cause them to lose face in front of family, direct or otherwise. Raffles and NUS = the norm. Painful fact when you get into a polytechnic (the horrors - POLY!).

But regardless.. it's really still up to ourselves to keep ourselves sane, and seek our (other) interests elsewhere in lives, be it now or in future. Music, singing, dancing or otherwise.

And now I want to cry.

OMFG THERE IS A FUCKING COCKROACH IN PARAGON'S STARBUCKS.

Ding dong~

2009-03-10T21:53:00.005+08:00

If I buy That Sony Camera With Touchscreen, does it mean if the LCD spoil there is no way I can use the camera anymore?

This is the biggest thing that's holding me back from getting a new camera leh. Not like my current one can tong any longer. The photos I developed recently are grainier than if you photoshopped =(. There is also no way I can prolong the life of my current sentimental T1 because they stopped production of its batteries and the warranty is long over, meaning the repair cost is probably gonna be sky-high since it's not gonna be like routine "repairing".

In other news, my Sydney trip is postponed because of some stuff (but I might be able to go Taipei in April, and I'll be going to Tokyo this Sunday!).

No more Easter in Sydney, but I'll be spending 1/4 of my birthday there, before flying back later during the day. The very first time I flew back from Sydney when I was 10, my birthday was spent in the air as well. The super-chio SIA jiejies brought me to the cockpit as a treat and gave me two colouring books! But we'd be eating and eating again since my Aussie uncle's bday is 2 days before mine.

Perhaps this time round I can ask for an upgrade to biz class since they disallow cockpit visits ever since terrorism struck big-time.

Speedy Gonzales

2009-03-10T11:45:00.002+08:00

*sprawled dead across hallway*

I went to run (for want of a better word) this morning because I wanted to test out my new babies - a pair of Nike+ and the iPod kit.

RSH was having a kickass sale over the past week, and for every pair of old performance shoes you trade in, they gave a 25% off the new pair. Didi went nuts at his spanking new pair of adidas and me my Nike+.

We were at Suntec's RSH and I asked TWO different people whether there were any more Nike+ left. They told me no - it's a very old model and it's out of stock. LUCKILY I refused to give up and I forlornly looked at the shoe wall again.

GOT NIKE+ WHAT. WHY YOU TELL ME DON'T HAVE.

The guy told me (admittedly he was nice lah) this one is for people who wants to use the iPod kit you know?

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UH HUH. NO SHIT SHERLOCK.

Anyways he (and the previous sales staff) BOTH THOUGHT I WANTED NIKE PASS.

WTF.

I did a quick Google and all that came up for Nike Pass was HOODIES AND JUMPERS.

HAR?

In the end I had to make do with a 9.5 size (wtf right) because it's the last pair. Whatever lah. Better than nothing. It doesn't feel too bad when I tie the laces really tight.

We went to get the iPod kit which I stupidly told the world cost $29 - UNITED STATES DOLLARS.

Knn $55 ok.

But after the run just now, the kit said that I ran 3.16km in 20min.. and my pace was 6:23min/km!!

Although Lili is bound to scoff me again (he said "I could not even burn off ONE pineapple tart"), but I think it's my personal best leh!!!

My 2.4km in sec 4 was like a few secs after 18min lor.. always nearly scraping through with a measly 1 point, but I did my math and if I'm not wrong, my speed just now equates to 2.4km in like 15.32min!!

MY PERSONAL BEST!!!

Please don't tell me my calculations are wrong even if they are ok. Allow me the pity and hope.

If I don't die tomorrow, I'll keep up the whole running thingamajit.

Whee!

(Oh post note: Mehmeh gave us $100 each to go buy the shoes, and when we came home, Pops oh-so-kindly topped up the rest. I think my parents really think we too fat.)

Nobody loves me

2009-03-09T17:11:00.003+08:00

(Edited below)

I am showing K the photos taken from Ting's bday at St James, and he said that if I covered my eyes and only look at the mouth, I LOOK LIKE THE JOKER.

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HELLO WHICH PART OF MY FACE LOOKS LIKE THAT TO YOU???

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My boyfriend wants me to clarify that he did not mean Heath Ledger's Joker - he meant Jack Nicholson.

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HELLO WHICH PART OF MY FACE LOOKS LIKE THAT TO YOU???

Love

2009-03-05T09:07:00.001+08:00

Got this and this off SW's blog.

Knn made me tear like mad.

Destined to be fat

2009-03-04T15:25:00.003+08:00

After a very inspiring talk with Lala last night, I decided to wake up my idea and Get. Down. To. It.

So off I went to jog this morning after sending Pops to the airport.

When I was warming up, I noticed the thin grey rubbery soles of both shoes were coming out. They were merely attached to the white thick soles at the tip and the heel.

It should do, I thought.

Or so I thought.

I was flap-flapping when I went down the lift, and flap-flapped to the starting point, and when I started running it became fl-fl-fl-fl-fl-fl.

I was on my way home, at the narrow path along the curve of slip road towards ECP, when the thin grey rubbery left sole fell off from the tip, leaving it attached at the heel. So now the whole piece was like OUT.

I had to remove that if I didn't want to get hit by an oncoming car, so I stepped and stepped on the grey sole hoping it would come off like a Mentos ad, and finally, the entire grey AND white soles came off leaving mere fabric on my left foot -_____-"

In the end I had to limp-flap-limp-flap-limp-flap-limp-flap all the way home.

And now, I officially do not have a pair of running shoes.

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Today I saw a snail

2009-03-03T22:11:00.004+08:00

Today I saw a snail.

It was by the edge of the wet tarmac path.

I squatted and played with the snail.

I lightly flicked its long feelers with a baby twig.

The feelers slightly curled and uncurled.

I named the snail Patrick.

It was a big and cute snail.

讽刺

2009-03-02T22:57:00.004+08:00

It was a happy Sunday, despite the torrential rain that cut short our trek.

Not that we were complaining, because off we went to have hot yummy steamboat!

But it had to be smacked in my face like a big ironic joke.

Reminding me how a "big fat loser" I was. Not that I've changed much - still have 2/3 of that equation. Go figure.

In the end I was sniffing and tearing en route to the restaurant, with Lala patting my head and kindly offering me her last piece of tissue paper, while the other three mafia boys strolled along.

Subtlety

2009-02-27T18:26:00.002+08:00

I am fucking disgusted and all I feel is blatant disgust and absolute disgust and I am very disgusted because I am so fucking disgusted and I cannot do anything about the disgust and I am so disgusted at how disgustingly blatant it is and I am really so disgusted I feel nothing now but disgust and I am truly madly deeply disgusted and there is nothing I can do that will disperse the disgust and it makes me even more disgusted when there is a possibility I will have to interact with the disgusting disgust that caused my disgust in the first place and if I have not mentioned how disgusted I feel I am saying it now that I am fucking disgusted.

猩猩大奖？老峇峇特写吧。

2009-02-26T23:26:00.005+08:00

I am bordering on the very brink of driving everyone nuts with my incessant ramblings of mentioned title, but despite all, I think I will still force myself to watch The Show, because ironically, that is when all the best actors will emerge - the only judging criteria will be based on how surprised they will actually look when the cameras are on them because they have (surprise!) won The Awards.

Today is Tua Pek Kong's birthday!

2009-02-26T10:40:00.008+08:00

Every year, on the second day of the second lunar month, there will be a big chingchong event at 沙岗 - off Paya Lebar, somewhere near Sims Lane, where the big hawker centre is.

沙岗 was named so, because there was an abundance of sand and hilly areas. It was where my uncles and aunts and Pops and everyone else grew up. According to Ah Yeh, no one dared to ventured into the area because 1) it was very smelly and 2) there were a lot of triads. The main reason why they decided to stay there was because my great-grandfather (Pops' Pops' Pops) taught in a school opposite where they stayed (and he also moonlit by selling hum chim peng!)

There is a temple located at 沙岗, and it is one of the three temples we frequent (the other is at Chai Chee, and the third is 万佛林 where my Ah Gong and Ah Ma currently "reside"). An interesting trivia to note - when I'm at 沙岗's temple I "speak" in Cantonese, but at the latter two I "speak" in Hokkien. Hao xiao.

Ah Yeh and Ah Mah go to the temple every year to pray when it's TPK's birthday, but mostly they go to catch up. (Another trivia - apparently when I have kids next time, they would call my eldest uncle TPK too, since he is my 大伯. Wahahaha.)

So this year, we decided to pop down as well to 凑热闹 and kaypoh a bit. I brought my D40x with me to take some photos in case the place really get demolished one day.

I think it's called 体育会 cos they have all this lion dance thing going on.

Happy birthday to TPK! (I honestly wonder how old is he.)

The annual wayang - this troupe hails from Hong Kong.

Ah Mah & Ah Yeh

Ching chong~ some literary storyline going on that I don't understand - we'd be returning tonight for the fighting wayang! Today's gonna be super crowded cos it's the actual birthday. Usually there'll be a fire dragon, but it was "used/done" during Chingay, so no more tonight =(

Swirly wishes

Very yummy coconut candy that was given by Mohamo's 姑婆 - almost everyone at 沙岗 is related somehow I think. Your grandmother's old neighbour is the mother of your friend's brother's girlfriend's cousin's mother's 2nd aunt-in-law.

Yuuummmyyyy but it gets stuck to the teeth very badly. I had to pop another one to "unstick" the previous remains.

Just when we were about to leave, Mohamo's 姑婆 came up to us and THRUSTED this big lot of coconut candies to my grandma, whose plastic bag was already filled to the brim earlier. My aunt refused to take HAHA so she turned around, opened my Crumpler camera bag, and dumped everything inside.

HEN DUO TANG =D

And I had to sling the camera around my neck all the way home.

P/S: I just realised it's been damn long since I last posted photos in an entry.

Snotty

2009-02-24T12:00:00.003+08:00

You know how there are always Those Few Blogs..

Reading those blogs is an experience more agonising than scratching your nails against chalkboards; or scraping a fork across a porcelain plate; or having a suo na poon-ed into your ears, yet you just cannot stop reading them somehow.

I take my hat off to this particular blogger. To date, this is the only blogger in the entire blogosphere that disgusts me so, so, so much, that I have since literally stopped reading the blog.

And for a helluva kaypoh pig like me, it is saying a damn lot about this blogger.

*****

I dunno why some people are so deluded over the term 'blogger'. I really don't think you are a "blogger" just because you have a blog. Especially not when your blog is a crapshit blog.

Wannabes craving the "status" of being a "blogger" to fit into the "in" crowd of being invited to events and functions as "media". Joke. Ohhh yeahh baybeh I am soooo jeles.

I can sing, and I can sing quite well (so says my new singing teacher heh heh). But that does not make me a singer, no?

I can cook, and people don't die from eating food I cook. Does that make me a chef?

I can act - oh yes I can. I am an actor!

Duh.

Oh I am like so angsty.

*****

He's Just Not That Into You was a crap movie.

Star-studded like Effy said, but sheer crap.

But the company was good. Hello Prontip, hello Banana!

And it turned out that Banana knows K's brother.

The world is getting so small, one day I might not even fit!

Ahhhhh~~

2009-02-24T10:44:00.001+08:00

V is for Veeheehee

2009-02-23T17:13:00.002+08:00

I know it's more than a week late, but..

Happy Valentine's!

Blub blub

2009-02-23T12:41:00.002+08:00

You know how people always say things like "Aiyah he/she/I won't die one lah! So fat then if don't eat also won't die can sustain one."

I am squishing my tummy and got to thinking - how effective is it actually? If you are stranded somewhere with nothing at all, does (excess) body fat really sustain you for a while? Will a fat person last longer than a skinny person on a remote island with no food at all?

2009-02-22T15:03:00.002+08:00

你最好识相一点、识趣一点。

老娘可不是好惹的。

我若失去了的东西，谁也别想要捡。

Here darling... come to mama...

2009-02-20T11:52:00.003+08:00

I must, I must, I must increase my savings by Q2 2009.

Bby.. birthday + X'mas present? =P

NO TITLE

2009-02-19T22:41:00.003+08:00

Sometimes, I honestly think that K and I will just break up one day, before the next time we even see each other.

All in a day's work

2009-02-16T23:14:00.006+08:00

Maybe it's only me, but I am really getting rather annoyed with local newspapers.

Just because someone is a famous public figure, he should not be stripped of his basic deserved respect. It does not automatically mean everything about him is naturally "meant for the world to know". It is even more ridiculous to hear, when indignant imbeciles from everywhere argue how public figures have no say in whether their private lives get exposed because they "knowingly" stepped into the limelight.

If you are a certain AA Miss Zhang who goes around parading your angmoh boyfriend on a beach, and allowing him to lick your ass crack while you flop there like a shrivelled walrus, then sure, you deserve it for having photos splashed everywhere, all over the world. Hell, you probably popped a champagne to celebrate the heightened publicity, albeit negative.

However, no matter how the world evolves, some things will always remain fiercely private and personal, and in no circumstances deserve exploitation of any kind. Which is why some people hit paparazzi. Because The Line has been crossed.

It is one thing to send hordes of media to things like memorial services, because events (for want of a better word) like such are meant to be attended by the most remote of acquaintances. To send media to funeral services and take photos of mourning family members of the public figure is already toeing the line. Today I saw a photograph in a local paper, that made me feel as appalled as seeing gory war pictures. I think it is inhumane to publish a photo of devastated public figure + family members at the crematorium, after cremation.

I cannot, cannot, cannot fathom why people do things like that, for the sake of "sensationalism". Why do people always, always, always fail to think, what if your own family member passed on, and you were devastated like hell, and your (unglam - though not the point) photos are splashed across national papers. How would you feel? It is already beyond the point of whether one is famous or not.

What's the point of putting pictures like that? It's not as if you can win a Pulitzer for it. How would the mourning family and friends feel, if they saw the photos on papers? Do they even need such publicity? To write about it is of course understandable, but are those photos really needed? Do the readers really need to see such a devastating sight? Sure there are definitely kaypohs out there who would die to have such "exclusive" photos, but who are they to ask for such photos? 讲一句难听的，等你自己死老爸，你就知道是什么样子的咯。

I feel that the quality of our local papers has dwindled. As a reader, when I flip the local papers everday, nearly 60% of the articles are written by young journalists. Many of these articles are seemingly biased - the writer has already concluded his own point of view, and simply finds "facts" from everywhere to piece together a story that justifies his point of view. Pops has nearly been quoted out of context a few times before. Each time some newbie called him up to ask for quotes and opinions, Pops would try to help him out, but very soon, the journalist will start quoting Pops out of context, twist the words around, and ask Pops whether he disagreed with what was being said (by the journalist). It's malicious. What happened to writer's ethics?

It almost seems like journalism no longer tells the story as it is; it's become the storyteller's world. Just take the current recession. Day in day out you see the papers drone on and on about how bleak it really is. I'm sitting in a few committees at the moment, planning and executing retail events on a national and business level. I have first-hand insider information, and things are really not as bad as they seem. Of course it's bad, just not as bad as it is made to sound. All in the name of "sensationalism" and facts are twisted, usually for the worse.

The only consolation is that, several senior writers and foreign correspondents are still hanging in there, bringing out neutral and matter-of-fact points. Ironically, these people are the ones who throw in optimism and light-hearted nuggets here and there.

Sure, the world is in a bad shape now. But precisely in times like this, people with the power to influence should lift the spirits and hope wherever possible (of course not to the extent of giving false hope); not continue to deliver exaggerated opinions that will leave the mass in a vortex of negativity.

Not so true after all

2009-02-13T10:04:00.008+08:00

Just some time ago, we were discussing about True Yoga.

I have a True Yoga package that I paid slightly over $1k for, nearly two years ago. However the package is not even 50% utilised.

That is because every fucking session is always booked to the brim, and there are only odd hour classes available. There is no fucking way I am going to wake up at 6am to go for the 7am class ok? Some people have things called jobs!

Ironically - I am not pissed because of this.

True Yoga's customer service sucks to its hollowest core.

These customer service personnel, incidentally most belonging to the same race, look upon you with their holier-than-thou (hello, if you were that much better, we'd be exchanging our places at the counter and I would be passing you the dubious warm moist towel instead, which.. isn't it supposed to be dry?!) as long as you don't hold their black VIP card. And sometimes they'd just ignore you while they laugh and banter in their own language WHILE YOU'RE STANDING THERE WAITING FOR HELP.

Most of the times they don't even give me the big towels because they don't have any! Earn so much money from all this recruitment, no money buy more towels?! Why should I pay so much and still have to bring my own towel?!

Lo and behold, the whole True thing got splashed on the front page of Home today. People paid like $6000 for spa packages leh.. that is like a lot! Edmund and Lili was psychoing me to join Fitness First with them, and they were telling me to go sue True.

I have given up going for it because it defeats the whole purpose of going for yoga classes. Go in first thing dulan already. Somemore everytime want to call for customer service (eg suspension of membership cos I went for my Sydney studies) is like calling into a vacuum - the messages you left just get lost and no one ever calls you back.

Sucks shit lah.

Cheep

2009-02-12T11:45:00.000+08:00

I cannot decide if this is highly cute or highly disturbing =(

A lost cause, I say

2009-02-04T12:22:00.003+08:00

I have always refrained from blogging about politics. Not because I know nothing; neither is it because I'm afraid to be locked up. It's just that.. for commoners like myself, there is only one outcome if you want to discuss politics.

I liken it to a very angry man throwing a piece of tofu at the target.

In the most desirable scenario, the tofu will at most hit the target, the angry man will shiok for a while, the target will sue the pants off the less-angry man for causing bodily harm (but now he will get angrier), even when it is bloody obvious to the entire world that the tofu is anything but dangerous. So you get sued, the tofu splatters to the ground, the target walks away smug after changing his shirt, and someone will have to clean up the shit (tofu smithereens, in this case).

In the most undesirable scenario, the tofu will not hit anything, fall splat to the ground, and the target will sue your pants off for attempting to cause bodily harm, you will get angrier, perhaps throw more tofu, more tofu splats to the ground, ultimately the target doesn't get hit, there will be lots of tofu everywhere, and there will be more people involved to clean up the bigger pile of shit/tofu.

All the more it doesn't help, when your target can run and hide.

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2009-02-02T16:04:00.003+08:00

I lost my Mont Blanc pen and my IC and I'm ready to fling myself off the parapet.

OMGGGG.

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Edit @ 5 Feb 3.30pm: I FOUND BOTH!!!!! =D =D =D =D =D Hidden at the bottom of my big wooden chest at the bottom of my bags shelf -_-"

Genie

2009-02-01T23:51:00.002+08:00

If I see a genie now and am granted three wishes, I think I will wish death on two people, and then make myself skinny.

Superpig

2009-01-30T16:04:00.004+08:00

If you looked at my eXtreme Tracker on the bottom left, you'd see a lot of people searched for "slabs of meat" and came to my blog.

Owell.

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Came across this entry by this girl Yahui (is she famous?)

"Friends Forever.

普遍的两个字，隐藏着深奥的意义。

小时候，我老是把它挂在嘴边。

只要有一群朋友一起玩，就觉得自己和他们很投缘。

有时候还会讨论长大后要一起开店等等。

可是梦想往往和现实有落差。

人啊，总是在变。

很多知心朋友已经变成陌生人。

有些还比陌生人更陌生。

就是所谓的 “Hi-Bye Friend”。

心情：可悲。

可悲，因为觉得可惜。

可悲，因为想念过去。

可悲，因为你是我的。

可惜属于我们的过去已成为回忆。

不过，我应该感到欣慰。

虽然我们不能做永远的好友，但回忆是永恒的。

“朋友一生一起走，那些日子不再有。。。”

在我们的一生中，时时刻刻都会有新脸孔出现。

没有人知道谁才是你真正的朋友。

只有你，才能够让真正的朋友陪你一生一起走。

我们要懂得惜缘、惜福。"

Easter carnival again!

2009-01-29T22:38:00.003+08:00

This might be the last time I'm posting something like this.. cos even if you don't feel sick of hearing it already, I somehow feel paiseh announcing it again.

I'm going to Sydddneeyyyy *twirls like a fat pony*

For work though.

But still!

Helloooo Bby and Suminoya and Witchery and silly Easter carnival games and baby piglets!!

CNY Day One

2009-01-26T23:48:00.004+08:00

- It's the end of CNY Day One, and I still don't have CNY mood at all.

- Oh my twisty cousin chap sar yio-ded on us! We were like *gawk* *drop jaw* *WAAAALLAOOO*

- Mohamo blurted out "Wallao!!" and it was darn hilarious.

- Kitty and Timmy finally reached SG and I brought them to Simpang, where the bemused Thai/angmoh couple had milo dinosaur and tissue prata.

- Seriously planning another trip to Sydney (omfg it's only $798 nett!!!!!!) for Easter, so that we can go to the Easter show to look at baby pigs and play silly games again. But K's planning a trip here for my bday.. dunno how it's gonna work out.

- A lot of things have had happened around me/us recently.. and every little/big thing that had happened only served to make me realise how thankful I am to have K as a partner. Love from your munchkins!

- IIIII aaammmm gggoooiiinggg tttooo Tooookkyyyoooooo!!! Which kinda seals my fate about the Sydney trip.. owell.

Bby hurry up come!

(Omg I suddenly remember how I used to post lots of photos from CNY.. now I don't even take photos anymore. I feel so sian.)

Gribbit

2009-01-23T15:36:00.002+08:00

Because I had decided against working for The Big Well, I am now working with The Big Well.

Ahhh.. this wonderful little thing called Life.

I am a girl, after all

2009-01-22T15:20:00.001+08:00

For some mysterious reason, I am allowing myself to drown in self-pity these few days, with no intention of coming up for a breather.

Changes

2009-01-20T23:11:00.003+08:00

Facebooking as usual, and saw the profile of this guy that I used to get teased with back in primary school (and well, till sec 2 by Lala and Nat). One of the cuter ones back then - from my primary class; from the level cohort.

But holy.

Xiao shi liao liao da wei bi jia.

Tiempo Mystic

2009-01-18T18:25:00.005+08:00

I've got two pairs of Nike Tiempo Mystic FG for sale.. brand new, never worn before. Sizes 10 and 12 (for men). Selling at $95 per pair.

Drop me an email if you want (to know more about) them.

2009-01-18T12:32:00.001+08:00

Why is a blowjob not called a suckjob? Is there a theory behind it or something?

I love my BFF

2009-01-17T19:20:00.001+08:00

Dodo got me the Absolut Peppar for Christmas!!

The very last elusive Absolut to complete my basic collection!

Dodo got me the Absolut Peppar!!

Slabs of meat

2009-01-17T12:34:00.004+08:00

It kinda just hit me, how disgusting it really is.

I was watching TV you know.. and I suddenly kinda you know, caught sight of my thighs, and it kinda hit me (for the Nth time) how fat I actually am.

It's like that 1 kg slab of meat that I buy to cook for K (typically have to get like 1 kg of it cos when the skin/fat gets removed and everything, there's only like half of it left), and my thighs actually reminded me of those slabs of meat that I bought.

Image taken from http://www.terencepang.com/photos/wines/CIMG1219%20kurobuta%20pork%20belly.JPG

1 kg slab right there on the left thigh, 1 kg slab right there on the right, and another two slabs on my tummy and back.. and I think I'm already being kind to myself. Because from what the weighing scale tells me, these four slabs are only half of what I have to lose in order to "regain" my former weight (which is quite significant too).

Now I keep picturing all these fat slabs of pork running after me with menacing smirks and chanting while waving more meat at me.

Let's just hope this jogging thing really takes off. Didi's also kindly booked me for tennis (he got me a spanking new racket and tennis balls for Xmas) on Tuesday.

I so wanna fit in those skinny jeans again dammit. I can't even fit in those fat jeans now.

2009-01-15T13:29:00.001+08:00

This is unexplainable, but it upsets me when someone spells "oops" as "opps".

What is wrong with me!?

Duhness

2009-01-12T19:29:00.002+08:00

What the hell is up with that Zhang Yaodong guy and his bloody fake angmoh accent?! It spoils my dinner appetite! Why the hell do they need this in the plot!? And it's not like we don't have anyone who fits the bill! Hello Pierre Png, Allan Wu and Julian Hee! They grate my ears too but at least no one can blame them cos it's their natural voice!

Of wedding dinners

2009-01-10T23:58:00.002+08:00

I've been to uncountable wedding dinners, but tonight's somehow hit me with a revelation - if it was up to me, I definitely do not want a traditional wedding. It's like I'm paying so much to put up a show for the guests as entertainment, and I probably won't even get to eat a lot. We all know what food (and the lack of) can do to me. Unless it's a strictly must-do order from the elders, otherwise no thank you. A beach lunch party/ceremony pleaseeeee. (I can almost hear Jenn's gancheong gush of "IF RAINING HOW?!")

Tea ceremony is of course needed, but those whatsoever "traditions" of 闹新郎 - no thank you. Especially not when all these crazy "tactics" have been "improvised" by all these crazy people who simply want to unleash their crazy sides on my potential poor husband. Did you know things have 沦落 to the extent that the poor groom and his gang are now being made to wear stuff like paper undies over their suits, and there are monster faces drawn on the undies where the razor teeth are at the crotch area, prancing around in front of neighbours? 颜面何存!?

I mean, if I were marrying that guy, it would most likely mean that I do love him, and if I did, I would not expose him to such insane mindless stuff. 闹新郎 might have been a fine tradition, but people have gone overboard and the things they do now are totally uncalled for (even cruel), and if any, my husband might just take revenge on me next time because of what my friends might have done to him. I would be rather sure of his love for me so no thanks I do not need/want him to feast on chilli padi nor chew raw bitter gourd. I definitely do not wish to kiss someone whose breath is reeking from some weird concoction. You all want to play crazy things, when you marry you slowly play ok?

Dude.. to marry someone like me might be punishment enough (rest of his life some more ok).. so give him loads of credit and cut him slack for even being willing to jump into it. Tekan him some more with all this siao stuff later he run away then how?! You marry me ah?!

That said.. the bride tonight (my old neighbour.. all grown up) has a superduper zai figure! Her waist is like the circumference of my thigh lor. Sigh.

OH.

And why hor.. people are increasingly sloppy at wedding dinners?

SUNDRESS WITH SANDALS!! You think what? Garden party ah?

Even people like me take extra effort to da ban mei mei with makeup and all.. you look like you going picnic! I think it's damn rude to be inappropriately dressed. Much much ruder than being late.

In other news, the Oroton bag that I bought from DFO Sydney has officially been kapo-ed by Mehmeh. She offered to buy it over, and "lend me when I need it". She made me find the bag for her, and then just offered me the cash.

...

Gei ni lah.

It's the first time she liked a bag so much until she needs to have it for herself lor. Some more offered me money for it leh!! That has never happened in the history of my bags! But it's damn bo hua for me cos I paid for the bag and a matching coin pouch and matching money purse - she only paid me for the bag and took all three leh.

Maybe I can try to get a waiver off the remaining amt of money I owe her for the Sydney trip (she helped me exchange AUD) wahahhaa.

Online shopping

2009-01-09T07:23:00.004+08:00

I am really really getting very very irritated with all these cookie-cutter blogshops offering cookie-cutter clothes shown in cookie-cutter photo collages.

A shop looks like B shop looks like C shop looks like D shop looks like E shop looks like F shop looks like G shop looks like H shop looks like I shop looks like J shop looks like K shop looks like L shop looks like M shop looks like N shop looks like O shop looks like P shop looks like Q shop looks like R shop looks like S shop looks like T shop looks like U shop looks like V shop looks like W shop looks like X shop looks like Y shop looks like Z shop looks like A shop looks like B shop looks like C shop looks like D shop looks like E shop looks like F shop looks like G shop looks like H shop looks like I shop looks like J shop looks like K shop looks like L shop looks like M shop looks like N shop looks like O shop looks like P shop looks like Q shop looks like R shop looks like S shop looks like T shop looks like U shop looks like V shop looks like W shop looks like X shop looks like Y shop looks like Z shop *repeat infinito*

And because everyone is selling the same stuff and everyone is buying from the same blogshops therefore everyone is wearing the same things on the streets.

A girl looks like B girl looks like blahdeblahblah.

Is there even a single blogshop out there that is different from the rest? If yes please tell me! I want to support local shops but also must give me a reason to do so. There's only so much Witchery and F21 stuff I can get cos ultimately it's still more expensive with the exchange and postage.

Got money also don't feel like buying.

Resolutions

2009-01-08T19:26:00.002+08:00

I know I am 8 days late for this, and I know I have never once followed through, but hey it's still a formality lah.

1) To put on more make-up more often (which depends on how lazy I am feeling that day).

2) To answer my phone when it rings (but whether I make an excuse to hang up again is another issue).

3) To save more (it is easier to save more instead of spend less).

Nothing too difficult I guess.

Happy 2009.

Two-oh-oh-eight

2008-12-31T19:46:00.002+08:00

Because I'm running on Oz time now.. in another hour or so it'll be 2009 for me.

2008 had been surreal.

The first half of the year was my second, and final, semester of my Master degree in UNSW. I discovered a bunch of great (bitchy) friends and we basically havoc-ed the classes with our noise. We bled our brains out during projects and assignments, we freaked our senses out when near exams. We hit our distinctions and rejoiced with mango beer at Lowenbrau. We dressed up as crazy Sailormoons and went to parties at dingy pubs. We got kinda happy with the cheap alcohol and played idiot games like Taboo, which seemed so much more hilarious when everyone was half sober. We got baked under the crazy sun at Coogee while bitching about people and things.

Then the it was the end of it all, and all the moving out of college, moving into the apartment, and the little bubble of serenity burst. No more cushion by the almighty student status (though my student pass is valid till March 2009 - I cannot stop giggling at how I exploit my student pass even in SG. Nothing that a little Oz accent can't do wahahhaa).

Went back to SG; went back to the familiarities and the Birdy Gang. Xin yi naer bi jiu yi hao. Not saying Birdians are clothes lah. But knowing that there's your group of close friends there.. never once losing touch in the past year of absence. Very comforting. Although new friends were made, but you know how some people you just yi jian ru gu with.. and if you yi jian ru gu.. technically the feeling is like old friends? So it's kinda an exception right when I say new friends are not as good as old friends.. cos not all friends yi jian ru gu mah.

Worked for a few months, and now I'm in Sydney.. lounging around the living room, orange fingernails and green toenails.. with K next to me and we're both on our Asus EEEPC doing our own stuff.

2009 beckons, and like what I said last year, this time, I know it will be a good year ahead.

A new year; another level of maturity (I certainly hope). More responsibilities, more obstacles, more challenges.

Bring it on, baby.

Happy New Year, one and all.

IT rules the aunties' world

2008-12-30T07:25:00.005+08:00

My family has become so hilariously savvy in IT.

My dad uses all sorts of emoticons when on MSN with me ok! Sometimes he'd take damn long to reply on MSN, then I'd know he's busy searching for an emoticon from the mass he has (he actually knows how to save emoticons also ok!) and true enough he soon replies with an apt emoticon that is damn hilarious. Mai siao siao. He even knows how to add sub-nicks!

My current subnick as of yesterday is "You know what they say about how parents will never stop loving their kids? That's cos they haven't received their credit bills."

My dad just signed in MSN and his subnick reads: "Blind to credit bills?"

HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA.

And whenever I sms Mehmeh to say anything or to complain my ass off, her usual reply is "Hahaha".

That's it.

"Hahaha"

No full-stop no nothing. Imagine in all your wrath or pissed-off-ness and you typed a bloody long msg and send to someone - only to get "Hahaha" in reply. Some more it's your mother! And we also sms in hokkien! Like we'd type out the pronunciations of the hokkien words in English. Damn funny lah. Got vulgarities some more ok.

Then these uncle auntie also anyhow come up with their own short form. Sometimes short until Didi and I dunno what they meant -_-"

Mehmeh and my ah yi Skpyed for damn long two nights ago - apparently Didi and my dad thought it's super hilarious too. Two IT noobs (my ah yi even noober - at least Mehmeh got Facebook account ok) chatting on Skype!

Maybe after CNY Mehmeh will start photoshopping her photos.

Mai siao siao!

$$$

2008-12-27T18:06:00.002+08:00

Evil sales.

Evil evil.

Post Christmas sales are evil.

We spent a thousand bucks between both of us these two days.

Eeeks.

But sooo much savingssss.

Fortunately, each has its own purpose! Like that nice black Karen Walker dress that can be worn to K's cousin's wedding in September - only that it's black. And that Marcs dress that is was $199 that is selling at $99 now! Tommy Hilfiger polo for Mehmeh at $45! Polo Ralph for Pops at $65!

Eeeeks.

Jiak cao jiak cao jiak cao.

We're gonna make this a yearly thing I think. Wahahaha.

Croak

2008-12-26T19:37:00.001+08:00

Over the Christmas season, I discovered the biggest revelation.

My NPY is very, very bitchy.

More about it soon. Having throat infection now.

Went to David Jones' Boxing Day sale at 5 freaking am this morning.

Merry Christmas!

2008-12-23T06:13:00.005+08:00

I don't know about you, but my world is a rosy hue of pink and daffodils are merrily blossoming everywhere, and somewhere out there two little deers are mating in the warm sunlight. Plus Mehmeh just told me she loves me on my Facebook wall!

***

The above paragraph was written when I was lounging in the SilverKris lounge (YES I GOT UPGRADED TO BUSINESS CLASS WAHAHAHAHHAHAA everything was damn zai wahahahah and when I landed there was a beautiful view of the Harbour and Opera House and there was a BIG FAT RAINBOW!!!! Omg I cannot begin to gush about the business class though I slept a lot and I didn't have appetite to finish the yummy food - I had the black pepper beef that was specially created by a Tung Lok head chef!!!!) at 6.21am last morning, eating a cheese omelette. I couldn't post it cos K might have read it then and I'd have busted my own surprise!

*gushes*

I AM IN SYDNEY NOW!!!

*/ endgushes*

I am here as K's surprise! I want to thank the entire world who helped keep this surprise a secret, and some who went all out (read: Ara & Brian) and planned all sorts of things to keep K entertained!

Thing is, the whole plan was to get me to get to Ra's place in the city to freshen up, while the two guys went on to hijack K after his work and kept him entertained until our reservation at Wildfire at 8.30pm.

Then I'm supposed to catch a cab to the restaurant and surprise him in all my chingchong glory!

So the plan is to call Ra to arrange stuff when I landed, but I had the biggest shock when I called Ra and he muttered "I thought you are reaching tomorrow?"

I stood at the taxi stand laughing my head off.. and had to go back to K's apartment. Luckily got pakat with his housemate who was around to open the door for me!

Then my NPY decided to spring a puke-inducing shock - he told me he's going to stay at the office longer!

Yada yada when he reached home, his expression was priceless. WAHAHA.

SURPRISE SUCCESSFUL!!!

My parents had been bad people - they keep telling me when I reach Sydney, he would have reached Singapore too! Then I will know! I got so paranoid I had to deploy a few more people (ahem K's sister included) to find out whether he's leaving Sydney during Christmas. K was like no wonder they all kept asking me where I was going! And they were like "Are you sure you are really not going to SG??"

HAHA.

So anyway.. I just woke up.. and poor K had to work for half day today.. he'd be home soon and we'd go off for lunch before dinner at Wildfire later.

Once again, I want to thank everyone for not busting the secret and making this an incredibly memorable surprise for both of us.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!

Wheeze

2008-12-16T22:16:00.002+08:00

I have officially gotten Didi hooked on F.R.I.E.N.D.S!

We are totally goofy at home now. Mehmeh thinks we're gonna implode one of these days.

*****

My GP prescribed Ventolin to me.

=(

Block(ofwood)buster

2008-12-15T21:57:00.006+08:00

For all the hype, the Little Nyonya show bores the crap outta me. I was still following the first few episodes cos of all the peranakan culture and stuff.. and soon the actors grate me so (why is everyone talking so deliberately stiff?! My nyonya relatives all not like that one leh?! You should see my Jiejie lor) and there's like no more culture-y stuff and I even lost touch with who's whose children.

And somehow I get this feeling that the show is trying to convince all nyonyas are shrewd and evil and fierce and whole day eng eng cheng cheng do nothing but be angry and scheming and revengeful.

Some zhong tou ju. Zhong zai na li?!

Fat hermit crab

2008-12-13T00:57:00.003+08:00

I don't like it when I see how some people's online and offline portrayed images do not reconcile.

Sure it's technically none of my business since I can shut off if I really want to, but shutting off takes effort, and on days when I'm tired, I don't have the strength to do so, and I end up having to sit through dramedies.

This is why I have no urge to meet up. There is only so much eye-rolling I can do before I turn permanently disabled.

Tell me why should I bother again?

On another issue, what the hell is wrong with all these queue-jumpers out there?

How goddamn difficult is it to utter a "Are you in the queue?" or "Are you waiting for a cab?" or "Are you moving ahead?"

The crimson tide is here for the final time before the year ends.

Poor K bore the brunt of it (yet again - I'm sorry bby) last night.

Howling over work matters, but a one-liner from him cracked me up.

And oh, yesterday he texted me:

"Once you ran and fell like a giant rock."

A GIANT ROCK!

Obligations

2008-12-10T00:08:00.002+08:00

What's with this ancient stereotype of "girls should know how to cook"?

Then again, why can't some girls cook?

Eva Longoria once said something like whoever can read [a recipe] can cook.

Although something very basic, even primitive, I'm glad I can cook.

At least I know I can whip up some kickass stuff that hooks K for now.

Of course you can always argue all that stuff about men women equality blah, but who wouldn't want that bonus of a girl who can cook?

My momma #94729

2008-12-08T23:15:00.002+08:00

I was belting out Hey Jude at the top of my voice when Mehmeh asked:

"什么黑猪?"

Void decks

2008-12-08T20:40:00.006+08:00

I find it hilarious when I look at how Singaporeans function.

When the govt said that it wanted to build a quarters for foreign workers, hell broke loose and many who spoke up sounded loony and uneducated. Some idiots went as far as to suggest building an ISLAND to house them, or to send them to Tuas.

*snaps fingers*

Dudes, we have a problem closer to home.

All you people who made noise about how the neighbourhood would be unsafe and how your house value will drop and yada yada yada just because the foreign workers would be housed there, it's time to turn your unwanted attention to those Mutts Bengs Minahs Lians (hereby termed MBMLs) who haunt HDB void decks and create a fucking nuisance of themselves.

I have had enough of these MBMLs, comprising of all ethnicities, haunting my void deck (and thousands of others as well), creating such a ruckus, smoking all sorts of stuff that further retards their already seemingly retarded brains, playing rubbish crap at the loudest volume on their handphones and basically being a rowdy pride of eyesore.

A few months ago, residents from my block had gotten together and sent in a petition to the MP of our GRC, and we had asked to remove the benches and table from the void deck, because the resting area invites unwanted people who typically vandalise the area, litter everywhere, and cause the poor residents to scurry through the passageway in an ironic manner.

This is OUR home. Why should we be so fearful of them? Unfortunately, we are. It has gotten so bad that I have to always drop my mother off at the rubbish dump at the back of the block, instead of the usual drop-off area because she would definitely have to walk through the pack of vermins at the seating area.

It's really not like we didn't do anything, but when even the MP ignores your petition, there is probably nothing much you can do. Calling the police doesn't help as well, because from my little ignorant viewpoint, from as much as I observed from all of the police-calling, it is simply useless to the cause.

The reason of not removing the seating area was somewhat along the line of "the area was meant for the elderly to have somewhere to rest and chitchat, and to remove the area would be to remove their privilege of having somewhere to just relax".

HELLO? Am I missing something?! When was there EVER a chance for the elderly to rest anyway, with these MBMLs hanging around at all weird hours of the day? Why don't these people go plop themselves at their OWN void decks instead? Having lived here for 15 years, I know almost everyone from the block, and these MBMLs are 100% NOT from my block. Why must I, the resident, put up with people like that?

All this bullshit about how foreign workers endanger the neighbourhood - these MBMLs do so as well. So why not send all these MBMLs to Tuas or build an island for them? Why? Because they have parents and families who would be incensed to know, and there would be racial riots and blahshit and stuff? Then why target on foreign workers? They don't have parents? They don't have families?

If you say that you are kicking up a fuss because you are being objective and you are simply concerned about safety of your children/dog/cat/hamster, then go and do something about these MBMLs and talk to your MPs too. Don't only know how to say other people just because you feel superior to them, and you ignore other factors just because you are considered "equal" to them (in the sense of citizenship).

As much as I know void decks are public areas and can be utilised by anyone and everyone, I certainly do not welcome people who create an unhealthy living environment, smoking and littering, vandalising the area with ciggie burns and drawings (which are damn ugly - go learn from Aussie graffiti), and primarily defeating the purpose of having the sitting area at a void deck.

牢骚

2008-12-04T15:49:00.006+08:00

昨日，有位以前颇要好、但近日已疏远的友人发了则短讯给我。他说了一句话，让我至今还耿耿于怀，纳闷不已。

在公在私，我都不是一个擅于做表面功夫的人。我不习惯向人报告；更不屑这么做。爹娘很早就放弃 “跟踪” 我，因为他们知道，跟得越紧，我跑得越远。如果我高兴，我会将我的一举一动自动告诉你－这不是报告，这是分享。以前只要爹娘一开口质问，必大吵一番。现在爹娘还随孩儿和米多多一快儿唱歌儿去！

我现在的工作性质很挑战自律，因为时间非常之不定。有时候凌晨一点还在赶工；有时候下午四点半就可以打道回府，翘起二郎腿追看《意难忘》。周遭的死党都清楚，我爹就像是个发了福的空少，飞得比蝙蝠侠还多。很多时候，他飞到就连我这个不孝女都不知道他此时在哪里。既然我选择帮爹爹的忙，那我出国的次数也自然而然的提高。不夸张，有时候一通电话进来，一说完，爹爹就得马上定机票，过两天出国。现在，我也开始随爹爹东飞飞，西飞飞。我不否认，相对之下，在爹爹公司会自由很多。所以一有空档，而金钱方面也允许时，我自然也会安排飞悉尼。

我不喜欢大费周章。啥东西呀，出个门儿还要召告天下，你忙人不忙呀？谁那么多闲情来留意你的行踪？就拿我到澳洲留学一事来说。很多人根本不懂我已离开过！说来还真奇怪。怪罪于我的人，大部分都是平时根本没啥联络的。既然大家平时都没联络，你吵屁呀？如果平时有密切保持联络，那你必定会从某个途径得知我将会出国。如果连这几种途径都没有，俺跟您也不会太熟吧。那你还吵屁呀！

这次到上海公干是一个极仓促的决定。到临飞前的三天，我还犹豫不决，不知道去不去（因为装修还没完工）。最后，就连俺的 “贝爱弗爱弗” 米多多也是最后一秒才得知的。而且啦啦，岚岚和立立也刚问我是否已回国。

不是说我这样不交不代就是对的。我行我素固然潇洒，可是必要时当然还是要通知一下。可是，如果没那个必要，我干吗要挨家挨户的告知我的一举一动？要说的是，理由很简单－我觉得没这个必要。至亲的人我当然会通知，可是其他人我就不屑多以解释。

原本想轻描淡写的带过，没想到就这样口头漏屎。

正在浦东机场等候登机，闷死我了。

Eh? I thought China cannot access Blogger?

2008-12-02T17:26:00.003+08:00

Woooohooooo!

Flight to Pudong was basically ok.. since it was a midnight flight and I was damn tired. Pops had the aisle seat and mine was window seat and there was no one in the middle! I slept on the two seats lor. Quite sian cos my monitor was not working and despite me pressing the call bell umpteenth times no one came to help. SIA hor. So I sleep lor.

Before we flew off Pops told an attendant that he didn't want meals cos he wanted to sleep, so he got the sticker pasted on his seat.

Fast forward to meal time. Attendants were quite noisy, so Pops got waken up. The suay girl had to ask a sleepy grumpy pops (she was quite curt) whether he wanted his meal now - he quipped "Now that you've woke me, I might as well have it."

The Chinese attendant curtly replied "Sure~" in that irritating sing-song manner. Woohoo~ GLHF.

The air quality here is damn bad lor.. I was choking and coughing went I touched down yesterday.

Went to Peace Hotel because I remember reading something about Peace Hotel and demolition. But it was already gated and locked when I went =( I always go there for the jazz band. Very zai one.

I just came back from Huaihai Road to do some work (free broadband don't use meh!) and go online. I dunno where is my K. Perhaps gallivanting somewhere around angmoh chicks.

Only managed to walk half of Huaihai Road (Shanghai's equivalent of Orchard Road) because my cows were threatening to burst the seams of my boots. I think YKK zips are REALLY good because they still work damn well despite my abuse on them *touch wood*

Walked around Nanchang Road and Yandang Road.. first time seeing the local housing in little lanes.. probably cos it's the first time I'm in China walking around alone.

I realise that I get into a mini identity crisis when I travel. In China or when speaking to PRCs, people will go "Oh you speak very good Mandarin for a Singaporean!". When I go to western countries or mix with angmohs, some will go "Oh you speak very good English for a Singaporean!"

Duuuuuh. Then what you guys think we speak back home man.. Dinosaurese? Dunno whether it's these people ignorant or Singapore really so damn bloody insignificant. Cannot be what. Weren't we in the news for losing a terrorist?

Walked past Hui Lau Shan just now (randomly!) and I kicked myself because I just had a lousy Yuanyang so I was still very jelak. The new HLS is at Hong Kong New World Shopping Centre along Huaihai Road. Must. Eat. HLS.

Quite sian I missed three episodes of Little Nyonya. I like all the introductions and focus on peranakan culture. I know it's probably intentional, but the way the older nyonyas talk in the show make me cringe very badly. So slow and elaborate. So painful.

I love China leh. I don't understand why people openly say they hate China. These people are those that never even explore other cities in China. Looking beyond the developing society *ahem* China is a very beautiful country. I want to go to as many cities as possible in China before I even consider going US of A. Nothing personal.. but I dunno why a travel freak like me have never yearned to go US of A. My plan is always to travel everywhere first, then US of A.

Didi just msg-ed me:

"I already packed alotttttttttttttttttttttt of things but my floor is still full. I dun understand."

AHAHAHAHHAA welcome to the adult world my brother.

Wooo! The renovations are done! I can now go home to a dust-free house (if Didi is hardworking enough).

TV is showing an MV that is a cantonese version of Saya's song.. that xing guaaaang shan shuooo song.. What's the title again?

Pops should be back anytime.. dinner soon! I HAD ONE OF THE BESTEST CHINESE DINNER LAST NIGHT. The da zha xie is the BESTEST I ever had.. and I had roasted DUCK'S CHIN (tongue included)!

Maybe I should run out to Xin Tian Di tonight!