Updates on my not-so-eventful-life

Spent the weekend working on the OCBC project. I'm getting seriously sick of OCBC; the constant meetings, brainstorming sessions, having to see those 3 jokers day in and day out... Burnt out, anyone? Luckily I like setting up things, otherwise I would have walked out of it. They haven't even confirmed our allowance. Darn. Free labour.

Anyway, went to Brewerkz on Saturday AND Sunday to celebrate a birthday and Father's Day. Will talk more about those celebrations when I finally upload the pictures. :)

What else did I do? Managed to squeeze in a last minute movie with Fadz (the one we were supposed to watch on our anniversary)! Batman Begins is surprisingly good. After the mega flop of Batman and Robin, I had almost given up on the franchaise. That ridiculous script! Arnold Swazzeneger (who the hell knows how to spell that!?) as My Froze, Poison Ivy! Oh gosh, even the delectable George Clooney couldn't save it from being a catastrophic movie dud.

But Batman Begins, ah, now that is a good movie. The first half is mostly peppered with psychobabble, but for once, Batman is truly protrayed as someone with a lot of vengence and doubt in himself; someone all too human and tempted with revenge instead of fighting injustice. And the cast is brilliant; aside from Katie Holmes (that bitch is engaged to Tom Cruise! It should have been me!!!). Liam Neeson is deliciously deceptive as Ra's al Ghul, one part mentor, one part uber villain. It's amazing how the story twists such that the person who trains Bruce Wayne to be one the dark side, but in the end, Bruce is the person who stands up to him. Brilliant. And Christian Bale is great at being all torn-up inside and broody. Hehe. My new hero.

My wish list is growing. I have so many wants! If some kind soul wants to make me happy, or if OCBC finally decides to be nice and pay us, here's what I'll get:

1) A Longchamp La Pilege bag

2) A pink mini IPod!!!!

3) Yves Saint Laurent foundation powder!

I have another presentation tonight. Presentation, work, presentation, work... Sianz man! I feel so boring! Work, work, work, work.... bleaaaahhhhhh.....

This Is Crazy!

Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! I'm so running out of energy! Between RP (yeah, they're crazy! they called me back for another week... another week...), OCBC (final presentation!!) and trying to find time for myself, I find myself melting down. Hmmm... does this sound familiar again?

RP called me back to handle their students' tuition fees. All the late payment reminders and fines and stuff. So what happens? I have to deal with irate parents. And the person who sent out the letters has such bad English! The reader doesn't even know what is going on lah! Moreover, the school screwed up and GIRO forms were not processed... bloody buggers. Parents scold and scold and yell at me, and all I can is mentally plot their demise. Muahahahahahahahaha...

So what's up with OCBC? Well, our second presentation went off not very well, because the other guys in the group were ill-prepared and tired. By the time it reached me (I was the last speaker), the audience had fallen asleep and was very irritable. So I just HAD to wake them up. I just HAD to poke that egoistic, self-centred bastard and make him listen. At the end of the whole presentation, our project head from OCBC praised my presentation style. Hooha! Score one for this lady! I did a mental victory lap... :)

So what's happening on the personal front? Mohammad Fadzli Bin Abdul Hamid has been sneakily reading my blog!! Aaarrrggghhh... to quote him, he "skims through my blog entries looking for information on himself". So he found out about the Adidas bag. Dammit lah... I should keep track of the people who come to my blog... Anyway, I then tried to find out if he would like the Adidas bag. He gave me a sheepish look, and gave a whole lot of excuses as to why he can't use the bag very often... or why he must still keep his old bag. Stupid, unfashionable fool. Haiz, so disappointing; I wanted to buy the black-pink version so that we can have matching bags. Hahahaha... so corny right?

What did I get in the end? He always say that I don't listen... So I got stuff that he mentioned needing in the past. Sigh, stuff that is mundane and FUNCTIONAL. haaaiiizzzzzz.... But if he likes it, fine.

Ah crap. I can't concentrate. No time. I'm in school doing OCBC stuff now. My group mates are looking at me for my opinions. I.CAN'T.THINK.ABOUT.TWO.THINGS.AT.THE.SAME.TIME. Darn.

And I'm sooo sleepy... I was working yesterday at RP till 6, flew down to school to meet my school mates till 9, and then I tried to meet Fadz for a 9.30pm movie, but I just couldn't heck it. No bus, no train, meeting end late... the Gods were against me. Sigh, so how did I spend my 3rd year anniversary? Eating at Al-Ameen. Sigh... How memorable.

This deep-seated weariness I'm feeling is not only physical, but also mentally exhuastive. I feel like I have no time for myself, much less my loved ones. I can't afford time to go out with my boyfriend, I can't afford to go out with my friends, I have to schedule a Father's Day dinner weeks in advance. LOL, sound so scary right?

Ok, back to focusing. Sighhhhh....

Stubborn Males

It's the oldest issue for contention between the sexes: Why does he insist on keeping his ratty stuff? And if you tell me the answer to that question is 42, I will slap you. In case you're wondering why I'm going mad, 42, according to The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, is the answer to life, earth and the galaxy as you know it. So there. There are a lot of smart alecks around.

Anyway, I'm just despairing. Why do guys always, always like to keep their smelly, falling apart things? Like shirts, shoes, bags, whatever. It seems like a lot of males, and correct me if I'm wrong, cannot break away from some mystical bond that ties them to their old things. Even with holes, stains and strings coming apart, some things just can't be thrown away. If it was a woman, she would have marched right out and gotten something shiny and new. Sheesh.

I don't know what to get Fadz for our anniversary. I tried the old beating-around-the-bush-method and it turns out that he doesn't want what I originally planned to get him. You see, he likes to carry this cheapo, ratty sling bag he brought from the ARMY for a grand total of $7. It's black. It's made of cheap nylon. I casually poked at his bag and jokingly suggested that maybe he should get another bag. He flatly told me No and said that his current bag suited him perfectly. Dammit. There goes the beautiful oldskool Adidas bag I had my eyes on... Sigh... Gift ideas, anyone?

Muahaha, I have another pair of new shoes! I persuaded Fadz into buying them for me.. Seeing how I'm practically a pauper now, and I really, really need those Ipanema sandals for... erm.... casual wear, and seeing how my other 2 pairs of new shoes are impractical and more for work... I think he bought them just so that I would stop "persuading" him. Well, whatever works! So new shoes!

Oh gosh, I'm so bloody bored. My boss left me at my desk without any work again. Aimlessly surfing the net, as usual. Help help!

Much Needed Retail Therapy

What a great day. I'm sooooo glad something good is finally happening. It's been a long while, man. By the way, the Oriental Chicken Salad from KFC is surprisingly yummy. I think it's my new poison. Yeah, just sharing and digressing as usual.

Anyway, I had a lunch meeting with OCBC reps and Jolly this afternoon. You know, just talking and "getting to know one another". LOL, whatever lah. I tell you, the banking industry is cutthroat. Even a simple project like this sees all the department heads having a political war. So what is the team doing? Wisely staying out of the way, of course. Go shit in your own pants, you know what I mean? As long as we do our work and they acknowledge it, I'm happy.

The delightful part came later. I was at Raffles to hand in my long overdued timesheet. More money! Woohoo! And Republic Poly has called me back for another week! So more money! I can't wait. I know, I know, I said I wouldn't find another job. But then again, I got bored twiddling my thumbs and staring at the passing clouds. So, goodbye aimlessness and hello being useful!

I went a little crazy today. Being cooped up in the house, having to face "weird characters" (I'm being polite), and wading through politics... I so needed to go shopping to perk me up. I can see Shawn shaking his head already. Eh, not happy ah? I'm female, and I really believe in retail therapy. So there. :) And see? I sound happy.

Anyway, do you know that they have revamped the so-called "shopping centre" at Raffles Place MRT? Not great, but still quite a few shops to look at. I went into NODA and came out later with 2 pairs of scrumptious and gorgeous faux snake skin shoes. I love them so much!!!! Would try to upload pics of them some time soon. Anyway, I showed a lot of restrain ok! I could have bought 4 pairs, but I figured my mum might freak out. (Mum: "Siao ah! Now the house got so many shoes, so messy! How are you going to wear all of them!") Never underestimate the power of nagging to cut off desire for buying. Hiak hiak.

Met up with BB, aka Bobo, aka Mei Bao, who ended work early. Headed over to City Hall for more shopping and lunch. I bought 2 polo tees, which I feel, is a totally justified purchase. I have no clothes to wear... Besides, they are Bright Pink and Lime Green! I just luuuurrrvveee spring colours... it makes me so happy wearing bright colours. (Remember the Pantene commerical, where the stupid woman is talking about her shiny hair and she goes, "I'm shiny and I'm happy."? Haha...) Oh man, that sounded totally bimbotic. Heh.

I told myself enough was enough. Hmmm... hair accessories don't count, so I was still keeping to my promise...

And then stupid La Senza had to deck their whole shop in bring colours. How to resist? But one can never have too much underwear right? So in I walked, and came out poorer again. Haizzz... but the panties are so damn cute! And it was on sale!

So yes, as you can tell, I have very little self-restrain. But quite proud of myself already, I could have bought so many more things. Stupid Great Singapore Sale, things are so bloody affordable... just not added together.

And I saw a perfect sling bag to buy for Fadz. Will get it when my pay comes in. What's the special occasion? Wwwweeelllll... our 3rd year anniversary is coming! Oh mi gosh, 3 freaking years! Have we really been together that long? Am I really getting that old!!???? Don't answer that.

Fine, I shall stop here. Bobo complained that I gushed too much about Fadz. Huummppfffhh. Do I really? Cannot meh... passionate what.... :P

And I should stop the Singlish. Stupid Salad and Crotch always make fun of Jolly when he speaks Singlish. They are like, "...like that... HOR." or "... can or not? can LAH.." or "send to you... LIAOZ." They would add in the Singlish after a pause for added effect. Jolly, being less than sharp, let's it sail over his head. So mean right? They India Indians, by the way. So they make fun of our less-than-perfect English. *snort* So uppity for what? English very good har? Both are English colonies, and English is not our native tongue, so no need to be so yaya papaya.

Ok, the more I type the bitchier I'm getting. Need to stop. Need to cultivate niceness... Ohhmmmmm....

I've Had It With Men

I haven't ranted in a long while, especially against the not-so-fair-sex. So sit down, read all about my trials and tribulations, and join me in my quest to murder all men and only keep some for pleasure and procreation. Huummppfffhh.

As you might have already heard, I'm working on an OCBC project with 3 other guys. For convenience and confidentiality, let's call them Jolly, Crotch and Salad. Jolly is the team leader. He's jolly most of the time, but can act really foolish and immature at times. Crotch constantly scratches his crotch. During meetings, at OCBC, scratch, scratch, scratch. Like never wash his underwear in the last 20 years of his life. And Salad, he's the vegetarian of the group. But unlike the cute little herbivorious animals of nature, he is one giant dickhead.

Before I continue, let me make clear that I'm actually quite fond of these bastards, but at times, they just test my patience to the limit.

So why am I so annoyed and riled up? Because I've tried so hard to infiltrate the ranks. You know, be one of them. But no matter how hard I try, I'm forever reminded that I'm just not one of them. And frankly, I give up. I can't be bothered anymore. It's absolutely mind blowing that these people are actually educated beings, and not some ancient Neandethals.

I've tried cold logic while talking to them. Their eyes glaze over and give me this mental condescending pat, like I shouldn't strain my brain or something. I've tried to meet them as males. You know, talking cock and bullshitting. But I can't do it for long because it is absolutely meaningless and an insult to my intelligence. And what baffles me is that the only time they take me seriously is when I throw a tantrum and act all petulent, talking less sense and generally whacking them with anything available. Then they take notice and take my advice. It's amazing. Really, it is. DO YOU NEED ABUSE BEFORE YOU TAKE ME SERIOUSLY? WHAT, ARE YOU INTO S&M OR SOMETHING???

Anyway, even their behaviour is appalling. Crotch always, always scratches his crotch in front of me. No matter how hard I try to ignore it, my eyes inevitably pick up his hand moving up and down from the peripheral of my vision. Standing up, sitting down, all day, all night, scratch, scratch, scratch. Eh, hello, I'm female alright! It's downright disturbing and offensive to my sensibilities! Not as if I know you so well!

And then Salad. He's the biggest trash talking, egocentric dickhead anyone can meet. Sure, he's funny and all, but at times I just want to kill him. He accuses me of being a feminist. He admits that he's a real chauvanist. He's perverted and can only talk about food and women most of the time. Aarrrggghh, trying to hold a decent conversation with him is like trying to tell a monk God doesn't exist. In other words: it's freaking impossible.

Which brings me to Jolly. I've always thought Jolly was decent enough, although occasionally he can say the stupidiest things. Take last night, for example. We left OCBC at 9.30pm and walked around looking for a place to eat. Crotch wanted to bring us to this Indian food place at City Hall. 5 Minutes, he claimed. 15 minutes later, we were still walking. I mentioned that the place might already be closed. They ignored me. When we reached the restaurant, it was closed. I wanted to murder somebody. Then Jolly started to complain that he was so tired. And suddenly, this amazing exchange took place:

Jolly (to no one in particular): "I'm so tired. How I wish Joanne was a horse."

Me (head snapping back): "What? So that you can ride me?????"

Crotch: Collapses onto the floor gasping for breathe.

Me: Stomps off in a fury.

Jolly: Has no idea what his statement implied.

Idiots. I'm surrounding by hairy, deformed idiots. Why do I torture myself so?

I really miss having a female around. The guys simply don't get it. Like when Jolly was complaining about the long walk (sissy! what has the army bred!), I told him to quit whining. I was in heels and I wasn't saying anything. He gave me this totally blank look and said that what difference does it make? Moreover, wearing heels is a personal choice. Personal choice? Hellooo??? Corporate wear dictates that females must be in heels of at lest 1 inch. What choice?

Aaarrrgghhh. And the cherry that tops it all off. I stormed into the meeting room last night and Salad asked politely what was wrong. I huffily told him that throughout my train ride to Raffles Place, this gross guy couldn't stop staring at my boobs, even when I pointed stared back at him. And you know what Salad did? His eyes FLICKED DOWN TO AFOREMENTIONED BODY PART!!!! Would a girl act like this? Noooo, she would be comforting me for my outrage. But what does a guy do???? Huh, huh, tell me, what does a guy do????

I couldn't sleep last night because all these things were churning in my head. I want to bang my head and throw my hands up in defeat. That, or plan world domination. Muahaha...

Wish Me Luck!

I'm having heart palpitations. Tonight is my first presentation to OCBC. Even though it is only the first draft, and the people present are people whom I've come to know with some familiarity, I cannot starve this feeling of fear and anticipation.

Fear because I'm technically still on probation and this presentation may make or break me. I fear that I'm inadequate and I will fall flat on my face. I fear that I will be thrown out of this project, a project that I've come to care about and desperately want.

The anticipation is just the butterflies that flit around in my tummy before any presentation. I can't say that I'm terrified of presentations, in fact, I sometimes enjoy speaking to people and having their attention... But still... That gnawing feeling of inadequacy... Sigh... I even cut my hair for luck. Nothing like a bit of grooming to calm me down. Muahaha.. :)

I'm recovering from the most dreadful flu. I nearly freaked out my group mates when I met them yesterday night. 2 on them thought I was crying. Another jumped everything I sneezed. I refused to sneeze daintily because I was irritable and annoyed that I was in school at 8pm in the accountancy, aka ghost, block.

anyway, speaking of being in school at night, it was fun in some sense. I was waiting alone for my dad to pick me up, and there was no one around. not even the security guards. just the sound of nature all around me. i thought i would be spooked out, but it was nice just sitting there in the silence. to think that in a few months time, all this will be lost to me. the familiar zebra crossing between house 1 and the business block, the wooden benches with mysterious stains, the sheer amount of nature and darkness that seems to stretch on for miles. dear ol' bukit timah campus... good memories... good memories. and then suddenly, ginger the school cat leaped onto the table and settled down next to me. she's so adorable in all her rat-chasing ferociousness. although it's sad that I won't be seeing her in the new campus, at least i know she'd live out her days in relative comfort.

oh yeah, i'm rediscovering my love for chocolate. it is truly the best lover any girl can have. sweet, smooth, coating the tongue in chocolatey tenderness... sighh... i kept eating chocolate throughout my flu misery. how comforting. it doesn't ask questions. it makes me happy without me reciprocating. it can be sweet, slightly bitter, filled with nuts (haha, can you tell there's a lot of chocolate in my house?)... i could go on.

maybe i should eat chocolate now to calm the nerves. hehe..

oh yeah, did i mention that a couple of nights ago, i dreamt of james denton, the totally hot plumber from desperate housewives? wooowheee... very, very, very delicious and detailed dream. I'll leave it at that. hahaha...

Yes, i'm rambling again. maybe i'm coming down with fever. haha..

I took the "Chinese Elements" quiz on gURL.com
		I am... Fire The ancient Yin-Yang scholars saw fire types as adventure-seekers who like constant change. Do you love a good party--and sometimes getting into a little trouble? Fire people have a way with words and friends enjoy listening to their stories nearly as much as they enjoy telling them. Fire people get bored easily, but their artistic side helps keep things in flux. The energy and charm of fire types may make it hard not to like them, but look out for those mood swings! Fire burns with a bright and hot flame and is related to passion and enthusiasm. Joy is the dominant feature of the elemental energy of fire. Fire helps us see the beauty of life and to enjoy living. Fire burns brightly and can spring up quickly...but it can burn out just as fast. The fire element gets us excited over things that are worth it but allows us to let go. Structures with sharp edges and pointed features bring out the best qualities of fire. A hot climate is the best for fire as it helps the flame to burn strong. The color that corresponds to fire is red. Fire types like to eat bitter food such as grapefruits. NOTE: Fire types usually have bright eyes, big smiles and mouths that run a mile a minute. What chinese element are you?

H2G2

I thought Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was hilarious. I know it got crappy reviews, and it doesn't have anyone famous, but it was funny. And the guy next to me thought so too. He laughed so loudly the people in the front row turned around to stare. The woman behind me wanted to stuff something down his throat. At one point, he even started to tear.

Marvin the robot was absolutely rib-ticklingly silly in his maniac-depressive ways. He's a robot who is programmed to feel and behave like a human, and he was programmed to mimick all blue and depressed humans. His dry, witty one-liners bring a fresh humour to a show that relies quite a bit on slapstick. When he saved their lives from a bunch of gross aliens, he was like, "Oh, I saved your lives. Bummer." Teeheehee...

I'm stuck in school now. Oh well. And remember the cookies that I baked? Fadz didn't like them... surprise, surprise... Nothing ever pleases that man. When I baked brownies for him during our JC days, he didn't like it. He passed to brownies to Alan, who ate everything in a flash and even complained to Priscilla (his girlfriend) that she never baked him anything. And today, I fed my cookies to my OCBC mates. There's only 1 cookie left. Bloody bugger. Maybe I should just buy Nestle cookies and say they're mine.

Or I should ask the aliens to blow up the earth. Then maybe he'd appreciate my cookies. Hummph.

This Is The Life

I decided not to take another job. RecruitExpress called me twice but I figured since most jobs end at 6.00pm, I'd be once again harrassed and panicky if I try to run from one job to another.

It's fun being semi-employed. I get to wake up late, go for nice lunches with the mum (equally free!), watch Friends Season 7 in one sitting (woohoo! Imagine 24 episodes nonstop! I couldn't stop laughing!). And then at night, go down to OCBC to work. It's... nice.

Am baking cookies now. I feel so domesticated! Muahaha.. I tell you lah, I was made for the tai-tai life. Ok, tai-tais don't exactly cook. But the point is, I enjoy it and find it strangely therapeutic. No, no, I'm not reverting back to 1600s women and being all subservient, but it really is fun making stuff and creating something edible. One day must let you try ok? Promise won't poison you guys. *fingers crossed*

By the way, I ate at Suki Sushi yesterday and within 1/2 hour, I developed a most horrific diarrhea. I tell you, the poor quality of food, the terrible service and the food poisoning possibility... aarrrggghhh, no amount of buffet and endless sashimi can make up for it. The next time someone asks me to go to Suki Sushi, I might have to box you. *flexes fingers* So there.

Break Time!

I've just woke up from a 13 hour sleep. Now, before you recoil in horror and start yelling "Pig! Pig!" let me assure you that my long slumber was fully justified.

I've not sleep properly for the past couple of weeks. Holding down two jobs is not fun, especially when I have to rush from one to the other. Fighting the going home crowd, running down the streets of Raffles Place, just to get to OCBC on time. And then sit through meeting after meeting after meeting. Not fun at all.

So anyway, I'm unemployed again! Yup, my contract with RP is over, so back to looking again. But this time, I don't think I'll be looking very hard. It's just not worth it. Having to run around like a stupid chicken and sleeping a few hours every night is not how I envisioned spending my holiday.

So anyway, if anyone has a nice, high-paying, office job that doesn't require much effort, call me! I'm available!

Right. Now back to my slacking. Muahaha!

Hello, I'm Dork Vadar

Nope, not referring to myself, I'm way to cool for that. For some weird reason, I'm surrounded by NUS engineering people. My boss is one; the other temp is also an NUS engineering undergrad.

Don't get me wrong, the girls are perfectly fine. (Jing Yi don't kill me!) There's just something wrong with the men. Maybe the NUS air, combined with male hormones, creates this dysfunctional breed of men.

How we've all heard horror stories of engineering men at clubs, with bad dressing and even worse pickup lines. Those, we're familiar with. The socially inept gorillas, bane of every clubbing girl.

But let me now introduce to you another peculiar specy: humus havenotgrownupus. They're the eternal boys, to put it mildly. Forever lost in the long-ago memories of their childhood sandbox, these boy-men are nervous around women, sometimes awkward in speech and always surprising to a totally urbanized and modern gal. (cue: me)

My boss was nervous around me the first few days. I've been described as aggressive before: do I intimidate grown men as well? Previously, he would swallow repeatedly when talking to me. LOL, at least now he no longer minds his Ps and Qs around me and we have been known to share a laugh together.

Now, the other curious specimen I'm about to dissect is also a temp at the Office of Registrar at RP. He's a second year NUS engineering student. Seeing how he is also a RI alumni, I felt I had to be friendly to him out of courtesy to Fadz.

Two words: He's weird.

Today at lunch, he exhibited silly behaviour. He asked me what dessert I wanted and I said attap jelly. And he was like "grass jelly?"

Me: "attap jelly."

Him: "grass jelly?"

Me: "attap jelly!"

Him: "grass jelly? grass jelly? grass jelly?"

No, he's not a moron. He just found doing that very funny. My eyes nearly popped out from too much eye rolling.

We proceeded to have a casual conversation over dessert. The topic somehow veered towards relationships, and I asked him what kind of girls he liked. Anyway, you all know I'm a strongly advocate guy-watching and every guy I meet, I passed on the incredibly useful knowledge that girls like looking at nice male tushes. He then followed up with: "Well, I suppose boobs and butts represents the person's... you know... organs" and "If you're not visually satisfied, how do you.. you know...copulate... and copulation is the key to a successful marriage".

I burst out into horrified laughter and amazement. The last time I used the word "copulate" was when I was writing an article about Aphrodisiacs for a school newsletter. The first thing out of my mouth was "sex? you mean sex? why can't you say the word sex? are you offended and can't say sex?" He then turned incredibly red and said "Yeah... besides, I think corpulate sounds nicer". I couldn't stop laughing for the next 10 minutes. I was sitting next to a real-life prude/conservative, all at the ripe old age of 23. How brilliant.

And the piece de la resistance would have to be when I was walking towards the office. Because all the doors are only accessible by a pass, it's a little inconvenient. I thought he was being chivarous when he held the door open for me. Upon walking nearer, he suddenly let the door close. I thought he wanted to let the door slam in my face. But at the last moment, he kept the door open by squatting and bumping the door open with his butt! Oh gosh, I think my jaw dropped immediately! Eh, has being in a boys school during your developmental period completely warp your ability to associate with normal people?

Haha, or, can we draw the connection that NUS engineering is, well, a breeding ground for a new kind of dorks?

Enter the Dork Vadar, beware his light saber of moronic behaviour

Tee hee hee. I'm so mean.

Koped this off Sydney's blog. Hope you have the patience!

Top 100s

1. Name: The Goddess Joanne

2. Nick: Jo, Anne, Anne-Anne (are you sensing a pattern here?)

3. Middle Name: easily-amused

4. Hair: Raven Black

5. Eyes: Limpid Pools of gorgeous brown

6. Height: 160

7. Location: From the west 'hood

8. Birthday: 24 May

9. Zodiac: Gemini the Twins

10. Status: Very blissfully attached (go ahead! roll your eyes all you singles!)

[Favorites/facts]

11. Animals: dogs, cats, birds, rabbits, sheeps (mutton-eaters be damned!)

12. Sports: Volleyball (sigh, I try to)

13. Color: Pink, purple, red

14. Song: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

15. Band/Singer: Always switching

16. Flower: Roses! Violets!

18. Scent: Hugo Women

19. Movies: comedy, drama, action, romance, horror, epics, senseless... Did i mention that i'm a movie buff?

20. Holiday: Maldives, Venice, Atlantis City (the hotel), Hong Kong Disneyland

21. Season: Summer

22. Element: Er, who knows? Fire?

23. Book(s): Romance (don't snigger!), anything that is readable

24. Do you wear makeup: Hell, yes!

25. Do you pluck your eyebrows?: Duh! Gotta keep away those unruly hairs!

26. Do you look for personality or looks?: Looks for me to lust after, but personality to keep me interested.

27. How many rings before you answer the phone? : sometimes 1, sometimes never. I'm a bit deaf so depends on your luck.

28: Perfect girl: ME

29. Future Career plans: Tai-tai who keeps herself busy with a nice little sideline business; nothing too strenuous that would get in the way of my facials

30. Do you sleep with stuffies? too many in fact

31. Do you want kids? Yup yup, but stop at 3!

32. Are you popular? You betcha!

33. Are you pretty: I have my moments

34. Do you have your own phone line?: Not so high-class; just a cell phone

35. Do you get along with your family?: very well

36. Do you have any piercings or tattoos?: Just 1 on each ear. I'm too wussie and I can't stand pain

37. Giving hugs?: Long, warm, luxurious hugs... all for it!

38. Taking walks in the rain?: Only with my lover... :)

39. The mall?: My favourite pastime. Goes best with my good friend call Money

40. Go on stage?: I crave attention... even though I have stage-fright... I know.. how complicated

41. Drink: Anything fruity. But I'm nuts about banana milkshakes!

42. Smoke: Bad for health, bad for skin, bad breathe.. of course I don't smoke!

43. Drugs: I'm too clean-cut

44. Eat meat: Can't do without... I pity vegetarians

45. Date: Anytime I'm with Fadz :)

46. Sex: Wouldn't you like to know?

47. Eat sushi: Crazy about that stuff

48. Bake: Cookies, cakes, brownies, potato dishes

[Preferences/facts/beliefs]

49. Hot or Cold: Hot

50. Lace or Satin: Lace. it's so incredibly feminine and sexy!

51. Blue or Red: Red for passion

52. New or Old: Bring on new experiences, while retaining the best of the old

53. Rain or Snow: Snow

55. Wool or Cotton: Wool in Singapore? Want to die ah?

56. Rose or Daisy: Rose. Especially red roses. So sensuous...

57. Private school or public school: Public school. Private schools are for brats

58. Plain milk or chocolate milk: Chocolate milk. Love chocolate-y stuff

59. Celsius or Fahrenheit: Celsius. That's all I ever learnt

60. Spring or Fall: Fall. It's cooler

61. Math or Art: Math. And only because I can't do the other

62. One pillow or two: ermm.. I have 4

63. Dogs or Cats: Used to be dogs.. but now I'm incredibly fond of kitties!

64. Adidas or Nike: Nike. Nicer logo.

65. Coke or Pepsi: Coke light. Low on calories, great on taste. Pepsi is too sweet and gross!

66. Oranges or Apple: Depends on my mood.

67. Deaf or Blind: Deaf. I would rather die than not be able to see

68. Pool or hot tub: hot tub... more action!

69. Blonde or Brunette: Brunette. I may be ditsy at times, but never a full-on bimbo

70. Guys or Girls: I've batted for the other team before.. but now definitely male. Mmmmm..

71. Tall or short: Tall man!

72. TV or Radio: TV! there's MTV mah...

73. Homosexuality: Hey, it's your life.

74. Brand names: A&F/Zara/Topshop/Warehouse/Inphinity

75. Abortion: Hell no! It's cruel and mindless!

76. Religion: Free thinker

77. Animal Rights: Ermm.. can't say I'm a deep fanatic...

78. Love at first sight: Yes! I'm a hopeless romantic...

79. God: yeah, but not the ones defined by present-day religions

80. Aliens: too myopic to believe that we are alone.

81. Horoscopes: never comes true. all rubbish

82. Heaven: my afterlife home, how lovely

83. Hell: better have, or else where will all my enemies go?

84. Reincarnation: No, there can only be one of me. ever.

85. Transvestites: Sure. Some people really need it.

86. Boy Bands: *blush* Unfortunately, I was a fan. A very big and crazy fan of that era.

87. Rap: bring on the Jay-Z, Snoopdog and Eminem

88. 80's music: I'm not THAT cheesy.. (karma, karma, karma chameleooonnn..)

89. Punk: eww.. too weird

90. What's the most beautiful instrument?: The human body

91. Whats the prettiest part of the body?: arms on women, butt on men

92. Biggest fault: Jumping to conclusions

93. Biggest fears: That I'm not as competent as I believe myself to be

94. Do you live in the moment?: YES

95. Do you care about looks?: Hey, I love guy-watching

96. Do you like your handwriting?: could be neater

97. Obsession: Scent. I even smelled a stranger in a crowded train cos he smelled so clean

98. Looking forward to: A life of luxury and travel

99. Favorite weather: Slight overcast with a gentle breeze

100. Do you ever wish you were somebody else?: Not anymore. I love myself now. :)

I'm bored (again!)

Hello kitties... yes, it's me again. The whole office is out for yet another meeting. And I've finished all the work... so it's time to entertain myself.

Koped this webby off somebody's blog. It's hilarious. It's simply amazing how stupid (and bored) people can be on irc. So sit back and enjoy some choice pickings. By the way, the website is http://www.bash.org . So once again, enjoy! :)

Zybl0re> get up

Zybl0re> get on up

Zybl0re> get up get on up

phxlpaper> and DANCE

* nmp3bot dances :D-<

* nmp3bot dances :D-<

* nmp3bot dances :D/-<

[SA]HatfulOfHollow> i'm going to become rich and famous after i invent a device that allows you to stab people in the face over the internet

t0rbad> so there i was in this hallway right

BlackAdder> i believe i speak for all of us when i say...

BlackAdder> WRONG BTICH

BlackAdder> IM SICK OF YOU

BlackAdder> AND YOUR LAME STORIES

BlackAdder> NOBODY HERE THINKS YOURE FUNNYBlackAdder> NOBODY HERE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR STORIES

BlackAdder> IN FACT

BlackAdder> IF YOU DIED RIGHT NOW

BlackAdder> I DON"T THINK NOBODY WOULD CAREBlackAdder> SO WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT FAG

*** t0rbad sets mode: +b BlackAdder*!*@*.****

BlackAdder has been kicked my t0rbad ( )

t0rbad> so there i was in this hallway right

CRCError> right

heartless> Right.

r3v> right

Guo_Si> Hey, you know what sucks?

TheXPhial> vaccuums

Guo_Si> Hey, you know what sucks in a metaphorical sense?

TheXPhial> black holes

Guo_Si> Hey, you know what just isn't cool?

TheXPhial> lava?

mage> what should I give sister for unzipping?

Kevyn> Um. Ten bucks?

mage> no I mean like, WinZip?

Ben174> : If they only realized 90% of the overtime they pay me is only cause i like staying here playing with Kazaa when the bandwidth picks up after hours.

ChrisLMB> : If any of my employees did that they'd be fired instantly. : Where u work?

ChrisLMB> : I'm the CTO at LowerMyBills.com

*** Ben174 (BenWright@TeraPro33-41.LowerMyBills.com) Quit (Leaving)

tag> Ouroboros: lets play Pong

Ouroboros> Ok.

tag> l .

Ouroboros> . l

tag> l .

Ouroboros> . l

tag> l .

Ouroboros> l .

Ouroboros> Whoops

Rabidplaybunny87> Okay, so my neighbors officially hate me

GarbageStan23> why?

Rabidplaybunny87> Well, me, david and andrew were having a bonfire in the backyard, and we were making s'mores and all... and suddenly we here sirens, and see a firetruck turn into the street in front of us.

Rabidplaybunny87> So we all went running to see what was up, and our neigbor's house was on fire!

GarbageStan23> oh shit!

Rabidplaybunny87:> Yeah, and when we got there, the wife was crying into her husbands arms, and we were just kinda standing there, and then she saw us, and then like for 10 seconds, gave us the dirtiest look ever

Rabidplaybunny87> Turns out, we were still holding our sticks with marshmallows on it, watching the fire....

Rabidplaybunny87> talk about bad timing...

i8b4uUnderground> d-_-b

BonyNoMore> how u make that inverted b?

BonyNoMore> wait

BonyNoMore> never mind

Hahahaha... so lame right? Yes, I've been reading this webby a lot. Got a problem with the way I entertain myself?

More celebration

First off, thank you, thank you, thank you Pei Won, Mei Bao and Jing Yi for celebrating my brithday with me! *muack*

Yeah, I was too lazy last night to upload the photos, but yay! It's done! Oh gosh, we all look so oily and shiny can? Quite icky, so I don't make the photo so big... haha... A lot of pimples leh!

Before that, I even have photos from that long ago day when I went cycling with Fadz at East Coast.

We're definitely an ice-cream couple. Hehehe...

Right, back to 24th May.

We went on a mucho-heavy binge-a-thon. Think Crystal Jade and tons of Swensons. Oh man, I think I put on like 20kg this weekend! Aarrrgghh!


The white goddess, the comic freak, the KB queen and the dragonboat fanatic.

I'm never leaving the house without my makeup ever again. (That oil! Those pimples!)

Erm, no pictures of the food because when I finally remembered to take pictures, we'd already eaten most of the food. -_-'''

We then proceeded to Swensons cos it's my birthday and I get a free Firehouse! So?? We still ended up eating shitloads. Think firehouse, earthquake and apple crumble. I think ice-cream nearly came out of my nose.

I couldn't resist the photo op. Watch me eat the flame!

Look normal?

Not anymore! Muahaha!

Awwww... So cute right??

Ok, now I'm tired. Need to bath. Maybe I'll upload later. Very tiring yeah....

Happy Birthday To Meeeeee...

Blimey, I'm the ripe ol' age of 20. This is indeed turning out to be a blossoming day, wot wot. Would you like a cup of tea, love?

Haha, ok, that was my bad impression of how the British speak. Farewell, colonial masters. Now back to Singaporean frequency lah. Hehehe...

I had a gobsmacking fantastic weekend. Seeing how I have to work on my birthday, the family and boyfriend pushed foward my celebrations to the weekend. And since I left my camera at Mei Bao's house (bugger it!), I have no real photos. So live with the ones I got off the Internet. Haha!

I kicked off my weekend celebration with an invigorating facial on Sunday morning. I say invigorating because I alternated between pain (damn those blackheads), pleasure (mmm... teatree masks) and endurance (I was holding my pee in for 1 hour!).

Fadz then picked me up at my house and whisked me off for my first surprise. LOL, the surprise turned out to be a Star Wars movie at Plaza Singapura. I don't know if that was my present or his. =) Anyway, the movie was good, I'm a movie junkie anyway, and Hayden Christensen was hot!

Besides, even though I'm not a Star Wars fanatic, I felt marginally excited when Anakin was suited up to become Darth Vadar and took his first deep-throated breath.

Ok, I'm digressing.

After that, Fadz put me on a bus and refused to tell me where we were going. I badgered his continuous for 25 minutes with the classic "Are we there yet?" line. That man has the patience of a saint. I think at one point he wanted to strangle me, but out of love, he saved it for another day. We landed up in the middle of Joo Chiat, near Marine Parade. And then he told me to wait at the bus stop. Now, seeing how it was growing late, and even though I didn't know which was the hooker street, we were near Hotel 81 and I really didn't want to hang around. So i tagged after him and and we entered Katong Mall.

My darling had ordered an Awfully Chocolate cake for me. I had mentioned in passing to him that I wanted to try that cake and he remembered. I think I almost cried on the spot. That man actually listens when I babble. *Sniff*

We then proceeded to walk to Parkway Parade Shopping Mall for dinner. Throughout the walk, I continued my one-man harangue, wanting to know where we were going. Haha, I'm really not the easiest girlfriend, yeah? He took me to Ichiban Sushi. Even though he hates Japanese. Even though he can't eat anything there except fish, which he doesn't even like in the first place. And he even checked out the place beforehand to make sure that the place was nice and not conveyer-belt-like sceptic. And to top it all off, he took out the cake in the middle of the restaurant and sang me a birthday song. Without reservations, without embarrassment (ok, maybe a little). I was awed and a little humbled by his love for me. Remember, this is my reticent, hate-to-make-a-scene-in-public Fadzli.

And my present? Season 7 of Friends. I know this is rather random, but he knew I liked Friends and didn't know which season was the best. Still, I loved it, loved it, loved it.

And for the final surprise, he brought me to East Coast beach. Ok, this is not really a great surprise, I'm just easily amused. He had brought along light sticks; something really trivial, but something that I'm so entertained by. Awww... Sheer contentment as we sat on the beach and watch the black, torrent waves. I hope when we are 50 we'd still be doing that. :)

+ (ok, I couldn't find a night-time pic of East Coast) = Bliss!

And so Monday rolled around. In the morning was kinda blah, cos I had to go to OCBC for some meeting. But at least the boys were nice to me and let me stew in my crankiness. Oh yeah, did I mention I am the only girl in a team of 4? Anyway, we finished quickly and they let me go home for some much needed rest, Amen to that.

At night, I was treated to dinner by the family. We went to Menotti at Raffles City. Menotti is this uber nice Italian cafe that has pretty darn good Italian food and amazing desserts.

I felt like I could go on forever. Not cheap, but for the amount of food we consumed, I think it was a fair deal. Yay! My plan when we move to the Bras Basah campus is to not eat for 4 days and then splurge it all at Menotti. Hohoho! Fatdom here we come!

So now here I am at RP again. I think I'm going out for dinner tonight with the KB gang, not too sure. If not, back to bed. I stayed up till 2am reading a book. Yawnz, not a wise choice. I think I'm running on a sugar high now.

And thank you everyone who wished me a happy birthday! Happy it is indeed!

I'm a horrible person

As I was rushing out of the MRT at Raffles Place, in my haste I brushed past this blind man valiantly making his way to his destination.

This lady then approached him and offered to direct him.

I didn't stop to help. I just ran off to OCBC.

The corporate world is making me this frazzled, unfeeling and unhelpful idiot.

I'm such a horrible person. If this keeps up, I'll be making fun of the infirmed soon.

Someone come and save my soul.

I sound too angsty

Reading my previous posts, I feel that my entries have become full of rage and depression. Seriously, I'm not usually like that. I think it's the corporate life that is starting to get me down. So, I shall bounce back (gracefully, of course) and start sounding... happy. Giggly. Anything that is uplifting. Alright, here goes.

Wow! I'm so glad that I'm working 2 jobs! No longer will I sit on my ass at home and rot my life away in front of the tv, laptop and reading. Instead, I can spend my time meaningfully at RP printing documents, and at OCBC concentrating very hard on the subject at hand! How fun! And at home, all i get is the boring, constant temperature of coolness. But at work, I can alternate between the freezing condition of RP offices, and the stifling hot meeting rooms of OCBC. Yay! I can wear my favourite winter wear jacket to work! I love it!

Ohhh, of course I'm looking forward to my payday. 2 paychecks! Whatever will I do with the money?? Hmmm, maybe I should buy a Furla bag, or go on a short vacation! Hehehe, so exciting...

Hmm, what else? Oh yeah, my time is so well spent now. In fact, I no longer face the dilemma of what to do during weekends. I have the answer...work! On Saturdays, Sundays, and even Public Holidays! After all, I don't celebrate Vesak Day. So why waste the day resting right? Instead, I can enjoy the pleasure of hard work 24/7, with only that darn need to sleep to break up the pleasure. Hohoho, I can't wait.

And you know how they say what happens on your birthday would signify what you will be doing for the rest of the year? Well, I can predict my life for months ahead! Guess what? I will be working on my birthday! Yup, yup, so lucky right? Oh yeah, forgot to tell you guys! My contract at RP just got extended! So during my birthday, I can work at RP in the day, and rush down to OCBC at night. Hmmm, maybe if I'm really, really lucky, I can even get a couple more hours of sleep than usual! Such anticipation!

Alright, enough. Bugger it. Yes, I'm bitter. But this mood will not last long (or much longer). I think I'm just suffering from a serious bout of pms. My stupid period is late and as a result, the pms is prolonged. After this trying time, I should be my lovable, adorable self again. We shall wait.

And I can't really complain because I do want both jobs. My financial status is so bad that anything that brings in money will be helpful. So yes, I will survive. And I will be happy, dammit.

It's amazing how you can trick the brain to believe almost anything.

But I do have some highlights in my days ahead.

First up, my second facial! So happy. Yes, I know, so bimbotic, but it's fun ok!

Secondly, Fadz is celebrating my birthday with me the whole of Sunday. I can't wait! I asked him to give me a surprise and now he's refusing to tell me anything. Just where to meet and that's it. Woohoo!

Thirdly, I love that my friends care about me. Last night Sylvia called me to catch up. Also, she remembers that it's my birthday soon! So she fished around for birthday gift ideas. So sweet of her... Really am grateful.

Sigh, my only job at RP is to print things, and someone else is using the printer. At least I'm enriching my mind. Been reading the New York Times. Have to constantly keep up with the world, yeah?

In The Name of SMU, Hear Me Roar! (and Curse and Swear and...)

I just had lunch with my boss. It was kinda awkward; the stilted conversation, the prolonged silence... And being me, I couldn't help noticing that he was sweating profusely and I felt a little... Ewww... Yes, I'm like that, even with my friends. Once, when one of my friends, let's call him Apple, came a little too close and spoke to me, I had to hold my breathe cos of his bad breathe. Yes, I am that evil. Muahaha...

Anyway, back to the lunch. I spent a good half an hour defending not only SMU's name, but also my choice of study, Business Management. You see, this obnoxious China Professor accousted the both of us having lunch and promptly settled himself into the seat next to me.

When he heard that I was from SMU, he launched into this preaching sesion about how he thought that Business Management students were wasting their time and money studying something that was virtually useless. He kept on extolling the virtues of an engineering background, proudly proclaiming that he knew this so-and-so IT manager who was actually an engineer, and how all top managers will eventually have engineering background and how stupid and useless it is to learn soft skills when all you need to do is flip a couple of management books before you sleep to understand what it is all about.

That cheena wanker.

i was freaking fuming mad. I love being a SMU student, more so a business student. It's my passion, my direction and my future. And for this short, annoying China man to tell me authoritatively that my life choices were stupid and misguided made me see red. So for the first time in my life, I found myself defending my school, my degree and myself in Chinese. As in Joanne-I-can't-speak-Chinese-properly Chan. Yes, I was that mad to challenge a China man in Chinese.

But moving away from that detail... My boss kept quiet throughout this verbal battle (unfairly loped to one side) because he freaking has an engineering degree from freaking NUS. Anyway, I interrupted that stupid China man periodically with comments like, "It's the overall environment that also contributes to an education"; "Your degree does not plot your future path"; "I see myself as a manager, and a successful one" and so on.

When he finally annoyed me too greatly, I curtly informed him that I have absolutely no interest in engineering, and have never taken physics in my life. Moreover, I am very happy with my decisions and believe that I will do well. So there.

After that I lost all interest in the conversation and turned away, tactfully of course. I pretended to be looking at the posters on the wall. He too, gave up trying to preach when he realized that I wasn't listening to him with appreciation for giving me such wise words and left.

Wanker, wanker, wanker. Urrgh.

Now that I'm replaying this conversation in my head, I wish fervantly that I was more eloquent and could think quicker. I have so many more arguments to supply. How bout:

"In the business world, we need people to think dynamically and respond to changes as required. Engineers think too systematically and are too rigid."

OR

"Like you said, managing people is a soft skill. So is organisation. All the more you can't learn from books, especially not from reading before bed, but require the right environment to nurture your skills and experience."

OR

"Shut up, you good-for-nothing China Man! Your dress sense is bad and your superior tone is offensive! I hope your country attacks Taiwan so that America can retaliate!! hahahahah!!"

Ok, maybe not the last one, but it would have been appropriate. Bugger it. No wonder he's teaching at RP. The whole glorified school is centred on IT! Sheesh!

A Rare Nice Boss

I worked 13 hours yesterday doing the OCBC thing. And because I was running a little late and it was raining like nobody's business, I had to take a cab that cost me $24. Fuck it.

And now I'm back at Republic Poly twiddling my thumbs. It's amazing how different the two scenarios are.

By the way, I signed a Non-Disclosure Agreement with OCBC. So whatever you have read, or will be reading, please just forget it. Stop telling anyone what I am doing. (York and somebody else knew! It was freaky!) Just say that I'm working at a local bank or something. Apparently, somebody leaked out the news to Business Times and OCBC had to do damage control. So please, please, please, don't tell anyone and pretend you don't know anything. Thank you. Or else I'd get sued and I'll have to come after you. So there. :)

So moving on, I'm at RP again, and I feel sooo bad. My boss is this incredibly nice but dowdy-looking guy (I can't help saying that! It's the truth!). He gives me the royal treatment and is always worried that I might get bored. I mean, where got this kind of people left? Maybe he's just surprised at how quickly I work... hahaha.

My job at RP is really simple. Type up certificates, print them. Do the scheduling, print it. So I'm now at the printing stage, and since the printer is unavailable, I basically have no job to do. He's so concerned that I'll blow my brains out from the intellectual de-stimulation that he told me to "surf around", and even passed me the newspapers to read!! Originally, he wants me to do OT because the printer is freer after work hours. So what he is proposing is to pay me to twiddle my thumbs during office hours, and work OT to make up for it, paying me 1.5 times the normal rate. Moreover, because of the large quantity of certs I have to print, and seeing how it will be a long, slow process, he's thinking of other admin work that I can do so that I can break up the monotony of the printing process. I mean, huh?? What happened to making temps work like slaves??

I feel really, really bad. And even if he needed me for OT, i can't! I have to rush down to OCBC for more meetings.. it will be neverending. Crazy right? And i have to work weekends and public holidays. I have already informed Fadz that our relationship will be put on the hold until July, and he's such a sweetheart. He's not happy, but he's supportive. Hehehehehe... another reason for a gushing paragraph, but to prevent you guys from throwing up, I will restrain myself. So nice of me right? I also know. Muahaha...

Ok, now I'm officially bored. The network isn't working properly, and my MSN cannot connect. Stupid idiot. So what the hell am I supposed to do?

Day 2 - And Counting

Ladida... Not much work again. Finished up what I had to do like an hour ago.. Have been aimlessly surfing the net and checking mail. My boss has just left for a staff sharing session. I guess they have a lot of problems to share here, eh? There's even a chalet... so cute! It's like bonding, at the next level. So now I'm left in the office with this other temp girl... I suspect that she's not really doing her work either. Every few seconds giggles will emit from her. Must be msn-ing... haha...

It's my 35 months anniversary with Fadz today. I can't believe that we've been a couple for almost 3 years! Just the other day, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the thought that if I ever broke up with Fadz, I can no longer stay in Singapore. Everything will truly remind me of him. The public transport, the shopping centres, the theatres, even the streets, wil evoke certain memories of him. Even my house wouldn't be safe. I think if that day ever comes, I will be a living wreck. It's too scary to even imagine. *shudder*

Which brings me to this point, is monogamy really all that good? Sure, it's nice to share your life with that one special person and feel like you're cherished and all. But what happens when it's all over? What happens when this special someone is no longer there for you, no longer a part of you? Is it worth all the agony that you might possibly be putting yourself through? When I almost broke up with Fadz 2 fateful years ago, I felt like dying. Going to school, seeing him and yet not being able to talk to him.. it was hell lah. I thought that I was going to collapse under the tears and misery, and I couldn't stop crying, even during flag-raising. It was truly mortifying and yet a great realization of how important Fadz is to me. Sigh..

Anyway, that is all thankfully in the past. I'm just glad that despite the occasionally quarrels, the sometimes temper clashes, we've pulled through.

Besides, i don't think I can ever find another man who can love me to such depth, who can tolerant all my foolishness and yet recognize my intellect. Someone who is so mild-mannered yet passionate about things that matter to him. Someone who is so comfortable in his own skin that even when his stupid friends make fun of him and say that I wear the pants in this relationship, we both know that he's really the man and that I cannot lord over him if he chooses so. I would hate to date a man who is constantly questioning his status or superiority in a relationship, or needs to feel like he has all the power.

I know I'm gushing, but it's my blog and so there. Beat it if you don't want to read another soliloquie. Hahaha... But I'm relieved that Fadz doesn't read this blog, otherwise he will remember all this and use it against me in the future. Hehehehe.

Monday Bluessss...

Just started work at Republic Poly today. I'm afraid that my "subject to extension" clause in the contract will most likely NOT come to fruition. My being there for the week is only for the preparation of their award ceremony this Saturday. I guess after that I can vamooose. Whatever...

Oh yeah, before you think I'm slacking off, think again. I'm actually following my boss's orders. He kept emphasizing that if I ever feel bored, I can surf the Net or use MSN. Yeah, he repeated that 3 times during the half-hour he spoke to me. So you see, I'm being a good employee and following orders. Hah.

Right, back to this morning. It was raining like mad and I was half-contemplating not showing up. Not seriously, anyway. RP is damn tamade ulu. Moreover, the stupid bus took forever to arrive, and when it did, I couldn't get on because all the stupid and gross students charged forward onto the already crowded bus, leaving me in the cold (and rain).

I then overheard someone say that they were going to walk to school. Which school? Hoping that my hunch was correct, I recklessly set out for RP, with no idea where it was exactly. I basically just followed a bunch of youngish-looking teenagers who were not in school uniform. Erm, that's about as scientific or professional my directional sense is.

i was late for work, but thankfully, my boss was even lately. Hur hur hur. :)

I'm currently stuck in the freaking cold school library, supposedly typing out all the certificates for the ceremony. Guess I'm not too productive eh? But it's hard to be productive when I was first greeted by a nasty mosquito glutted on blood, noisy RP students who talk loudly (stupid China Man), bring food in, and play the guitar, all the in supposed hallow halls of the library. I want to kill all of them so badly, stupid stupid idiots. Sheesh. I need to work on my tolerance.

Oh yeah, yesterday was great fun though. I went to the OmniMax Theatre! I can't remember the last time I was there, but I sure was one heck of an excited! Unfortunately, the people who go to the OmniMax are either a) Children b) Families c) Old Couples. Fadz asked me which category we belonged in. Not exactly pleasant choices... I think our cool factor just dropped a notch.

We watched The Mystery of the Nile. It renacts the ardrous journey of a bunch of crazy ang mohs who try to travel the entire Nile, from source to end, using 2 flimsy rubber rafts. The ang mohs are really nutso. But the sights of Ethiopia, Sudan and Egpyt were exquisite. From ancient Christian churches carved out of the earth in Ethiopia, to the sandy dunes of Sudan, and not forgetting commercialized Egpyt, it was simply spectacular to view the changing environments in wide screen. To be able to see all the different cultures that exist along the Nile, and also the trials and tribulations of the explorers... it was $6 well-spent. I so have to go there again! And I recommend that you all go too!

Sigh, I guess I should go back to work. Totally not in the mood for it. Oh well, half-an-hour more to lunch. Au Voir!

Stagnating... Rotting... And Everything In Between

(Disclaimer: Caution! Blog ahead consists of random ramblings!)

I'm becoming a boring old fart. Urrgghhh.

I feel so unsociable lately. I didn't go for the KL trip, I didn't go for the farewell party at school, and I'm not meeting up with the people for dinner tonight. Why, why why?

Partly due to the serious lack of funds (cue: read last entry), but also because I think I've fallen into this isolation routine.

I'm holed up in my room in front of the laptop every day, the lights are off and I'm turning mildly hermitic. I'm reading all day, thrown in with some trashy tv and late night Net surfing. That pretty much sums up my days.

Help! I refuse to become this antisocial bug! Not with so much work ahead! But I just can't seem to drag my body up and go out. No offense to anyone, but nothing seems to be worth the trouble to put on makeup, make myself presentable, and go out to talk and have fun with people. I can't, I just can't.

LOL, the only times I'm going out of the house, it seems, is for official business. Went to the super, ultra posh Kopotiam (not the food court, but a restuarant serving ridiculously expensive hawker fare) at Swissotel to meet up with the OCBC people. I felt so inadequate and was unable to contribute much to the conversation, and I suppose that stems from me not freaking talking to anyone in a long time! Hahahahahha! Anyway, I hope that Gan woman doesn't change her mind and regret choosing me. WHATEVER.

Joel, Susmit and I then proceeded to Pacific Coffee at CitiLink Mall where we had a 2 hour discussion about life, logic, truth, and belief. It was actually fun! Me, the uber-feminist, Susmit, the uber-chauvinist piggy, and Joel, the mild-mannered, holier-than-thou Christian trying to convince each other what truth and logic is. Haha, so fun! And we were arguing and talking so loudly that people kept staring at us. Once again, WHATEVER.

I think I'm blogging excessively. Oh yeah, because I have no life.. Sigh.. Somebody save me!!!!!

Yes, I am a boring old fart. Now that Li Wern has flown off to Sydney for an entire freaking month, who is left in Singapore to corrupt me and teach me the wrong things in life?

Maybe I should make friends with a nun and run off to join a... nunnery! I keep telling everyone that I might one day pack up and swear celibracy for life, but no one seems to believe me. Hmmm....

Who will come and sweep me off my feet and infuse life into this dead body once again?

What was I thinking???

Alamak, I've gone and done it! I'm such an idiot! Regret.... (Not really)

Yesterday, I decided it was high time that I start pampering myself and living life right. Screw the money issues. Screw the holiday plans. I'm turning the big 20 and I better look great for it.

So what did I do? I closed my eyes and signed away $400 on a facial package. Yup, my holiday money, money that I've squeezed tears and blood out for (ok, I worked for it) , gone in 2 seconds.

I know $400 is not a lot to some of you, but to me, it was a BIG, BIG ouch. To think that I was too cheap to buy an IPOD. But now, it's all gone... gone...

But I love having facials. Everyone should go for facials. Even though my forehead looks like it has been attacked by mosquitoes, and the procedure to get out my pimples was damn fucking painful, I still loved every minute of it! To be pampered, and have mysterious things applied to my face... To have hot and cold mist gently sprayed onto my cheeks. I was acting damn excited can! So uncool right? But for a moment I almost felt like a tai-tai. Ahh... to enjoy life and be totally carefree.. hehehe...

Anywayz, I think my recklessness was partly due to me finally getting a job! Hallelujah! Ok, it's nothing great, in fact it's kinda stupid. RecruitExpress finally decided that I was worthy and granted me a 1 week job doing admin at Republic Poly. 1 freaking week, you say? Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's subject to extension, so fingers crossed.

LOL, i know that it doesn't really justify me spending that money on facials, but I was like, heck it. It's time for some celebration baby!

Fadz is going to jump through the roof. It's not his money, but in the future it might be. And we all know what a cheapskate he is. So let's just keep it a secret for now... Shhhh...

I'm Growing Old!!

Oh gosh, my age is really catching up with me and I'm only just realizing it! I'm almost 20! How can this be? Where did all those years go?

Lol, but I do love birthdays. It's the one day I can unabashedly celebrate being alive and being me. I love it.

Anyway, back to the griping. Had volleyball training yesterday and I'm feeling the full blow of it today. Don't know if it's due to poor stretching, or that I'm really old, but halfway through training, I did something I've never done before: I stopped. For some reason, my hamstring muscle pulled a little too tight and I got concerned. It's not that I've never experienced pain before, but not this pain. I couldn't stand. I was squatting down to receive the ball and I couldn't get up. My legs lost all sensation and my thigh was screaming murder. Uggh. And today, I can't walk down stairs properly, or bend my legs. Hallelujah...

But I gained a newfound respect for my volleyball mates. Also in pain, they continued with training. Moreover, their dedication and determination to do well in the sport is something to be mimicked and done. I felt ashamed for my uselessness, but I will be better. I will not let them down.

Can't say the same thing for Ventures. Racist remark alert! My growing annoyance, borderline hatred, for India Indians is expanding out of control. They're useless, talk big and think too highly of themselves. Bunch of suckups, crappers and all-around jerks. I feel the creeps around them. Uggh.

Oh yeah, don't think I'm gonna get the job. Turns out they need someone with HR experience. Back to square one. haiz..

The Show Must Go On

The show here, of course, is referring to my life. One big theatre; one neverending, melodramatic, rollercoaster production starring me, me, me. Haha, that sounds so egotistic! Oh well...

My life is regaining some semblance of normalcy. Those of you who are in the know would have seen me waste a month of my life doing absolutely nothing. No job, no school activities. My life this past month revolved around the computer, my family, friends and boyfriend. During this one month, I comforted myself by saying that this lack of activity was actually a good opportunity to recuperate and recharge my drained batteries.

Yes, I'm finally fully charged and roaring to go. Inactivity can wait. Now, let me march forward and burn this excess fat/energy!

Thankfully, my results are a comforting sight and I have no more worries on that front for now.

I've just been confirmed to take up a project with OCBC and I'm so excited! My hopes kind of died when I went for the interview, but apparently, I did ok! I'm in! I can't wait to get my hands into that start-up.

RecruitExpress called me this morning. They want me to go down for a job interview. No matter the outcome, I think that was the call that really propelled me out of my lethargy. For the past two weeks, I've been sending out resumes by the batches and received no reply. My moral was down, my finances was screaming red, and I was close to misery. No shopping, no extravagant meals, no luxury, no squat. I was living the life of a hermit and borrowed money. So seriously, even if I don't get the job, at least it helped to push me into action. Thank you thank you thank you.

And I just cleaned up my room! Such an achievement, and my fengshui has improved, I swear! The air is clearer, the room is bigger, and I'm happy! I hate cleaning my room, much less throwing away things. But I did. I put my foot down and threw away things dated circa 1999. Yup, notes and papers from my secondary school days. Whheeee... All down the chute. No more clutter. Hmm, maybe I should throw away everything and go for the totally Zen (ie bare) look! Lol, NO! As If!

Alrighty, have volleyball training later. I've been avoiding training cos I feel so fat and lazy. Even if it kills me, I'm going for training. Got to go get toned!

Still Broke, Stille Aimless

Help help help! I'm still unemployed and wasting my life away doing zilch. Sigh, I must have bombarded recruitment agencies with my resumes, but still no reply. Bugger it.

Anyway, moving on. Had a sleepover at Mei Bao's house on Wednesday. It was the hottest sleepover I ever had! Okay, that's rather misleading... I meant it in the "temperature" sense. Her freaking air-con was down and we had to rely on the freaking fan.

Now, if you know me well enough, you should know that i'm incredibly prissy and would rather die than live without air-con. Fadz keeps reminding me that he is going to be poor for the rest of his life and we will have no air-con in our future home. Yeah right. I'll pay for it darling, just that you won't get to sleep in the same room. Hahaha!

Right, back to the sleepover. We whiled away the evening playing mahjong, but we didn't last long. Mei Bao has really idiotic neighbours who would complain if they hear the sound of clashing tiles. So we had to close the door and shut the windows. Ye Gads, it was a freaking sauna! Imagine a stuffy room with only a fan for ventilation... I was sweating and gasping for fresh air. Yup, our mahjong session ended real quickly. Anyway, Mei Bao was getting kinda high cos instead of playing for money, the loser of each round had to drink wine. Make that, cheapo, gross wine. And before that, we indulged in gross Choya plum wine. It's gross, but with high alcohol content (15%!) it's a quick fix to getting high.

So what did we do for entertainment then? At 2.30 in the morning, Pei Won and I goaded Mei Bao and Jing Yi into playing the Crimson Room. Have you guys tried it before? It's aggrevating when you have your wits about it. It's a downright bitch when you are struggling to keep your eyes open. So through much cursing, smug superior airs from Pei Won and I (we've both played it before) and much tsk tsk-ing and hahas, they reached the near end. But the program cocked up even though they did all the right steps. The stupid game refused to let them win. Thank goodness they didn't have a heart attack.

At 3 in the morning, they proceeded to the Viridian Room. Big mistake. We couldn't sleep until they solved it. Imagine me and Pei Won lying on the ground whining for them to hurry up.

What an exciting night right? It's hard to imagine that we've been friends for 8 years. I can't wait for the day when we've been friends for 20 years. I think we might just kill each other for whining too much.

Your Seduction Style: The Charmer

You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement. You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you. By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power. And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

What Is Your Seduction Style?

Hehe, i think i know a lot of people who would say that i'm just a trash talker. In defense, let me just say... As if i'm flirting with you! When i want to be seductive you wouldn't know what hit you!

Ok, i'm done. Back to being sweet old me. Hah.

Stupid kite and fireworks

Spent an idyllic day at Marina Bay with Fadz on Sunday. I had been pestering him to take me kite flying and since it was a long weekend, he finally decided to keep his promise.

Now, my past notions of kite flying were that of carefree kites floating carelessly and freely in the sky; me holding the kite serenely while Fadz holds me and smiles. Bullshit. I can now safely assure all of you that kite flying is not very romantic, requires a lot of yanking, pulling, running and screaming around. And a lot of old men do it. Hmmm... It brought to mind the phrase "go fly kite". Lol, only now do I fully comprehend the sexual connotation behind that phrase. Please don't ask me to explain. *blush*

Anyway, our first few gazillion attempts to get the kite up failed miserably. I stubbornly clung on to my belief that my method was correct (clearly wrong) while he persistently tried different methods, albeit they all failed. However, what was glaringly obvious was that we both weren't cooperating and neither wanted to admit that he had failed. It reached the point where we were glaring at each other and speaking in clipped tones. Note to all: if your relationship isn't very stable, please don't go kite flying. You might end up killing each other. I would know. I was plotting his demise in my mind for being such a haughty, stubborn, pain-in-the-ass donkey.

And then it rained.

So that put a halt to our kite flying experiment and we ran for the sheltered haven of the bowling alley. We really are urban wussies. Played 2 games of bowling, and unfortunately, I lost both times. Now, please don't ever be deceived by that seemingly serene and calm facade that Fadz has on. He really is very competitive when he wants to be. He kept rubbing in my face that I a) was losing b) haven't beat him in a long time and c) couldn't keep calm in the face of adversity. Rub rub rub. Nga nga nga. Wanted to punch him so badly.

And we are supposed to be this sweet, old couple who gets on perfectly? Yeah right. Haha.

But I did whoop his ass in the arcade. So there. (Fadz - 1, Joanne - 1. Ding Ding Ding! Round 3, start!)

We then proceeded to give the old kite another attempt. By this time, I was convinced that our stupid Tweety kite was jinxed and would never know the clear blue skies. At least it proved us wrong in the end. We chose a more auspicious spot, ie a place closer to the sea so that there was more wind, and took turns trying to get the stupid kite up. Before long, we were at each other's throats again; he telling me that my method wouldn't work, and me telling him that he was exactly successful either. Sigh, how sweet right?

And when I was cut by some errant string in the grass, all he could say was, "Not painful right? Don't you always say that women have a higher threshold of tolerance for pain?" Idiot. It doesn't matter how small the cut is, or how much pain we can tolerate. It all boils down to that fact that at the end of the day, we just want our man to show concern and coo over us like we were some delicate female, no matter how different we may really be. Bugger it.

But after the requisite sacrificial of blood, the kite-flying gods were appeased and with our powers combined, Tweety finally got off the ground and above the treetops. Yay! Victory!

And then it started to rain. sssiiiigggghhhhhhhh...

Tweety dropped like a dead log and fluttered onto a tree, wrapping its tail around a branch. Tugging match ensued. Fadz leaped onto the tree and started shaking the branch like mad. Crowd gathered to watch. We threw twigs and logs and whatever was available at the kite. The tree fought valiantly to claim the prize. We tired it out. And finally, it gave up the good fight. Tweety was returned to us.

After all that effort, I had to go do a really stupid thing. We got a plastic bag to put the kite in and I threw my bag into the plastic bag, causing the sticks that hold the kite together to snap. I'm surprised that Fadz didn't go into a seizure. :)

We ended that exciting day with a pig-out steamboat/bbq buffet. I made Fadz eat until his stomach expanded and he almost puked. And then we received a nice surprise. Suddenly, the sky lit up with dazzling fireworks that lasted for 5 glorious minutes to celebrate Labour Day, and we had almost front row seats. Yellow, orange, green, pink and purple. It was so beautiful.

And as we held hands watching that spectacle, I knew that everything was great. Even the stupid squabbles were great. Because I have someone beside me to share it all.