Saturday, July 30, 2005

Bob- All Asian

Ryan Bob - I really hope that u feel betta... Cheerios gal! says:
the problem now is

Ryan Bob - I really hope that u feel betta... Cheerios gal! says:
my gran's comp is situated in a very public area

Ryan Bob - I really hope that u feel betta... Cheerios gal! says:
and it's filling wif pple

Ryan Bob - I really hope that u feel betta... Cheerios gal! says:
hhaha

Ryan Bob - I really hope that u feel betta... Cheerios gal! says:
ur photo doesnt help

Ryan Bob - I really hope that u feel betta... Cheerios gal! says:
i've had two uncles come over to ask if i'm cheating on sonia.... -_-

Celest* Everyone, but me says:
eh hahahahaha

Celest* Everyone, but me says:
ok wait arh



Celest* Everyone, but me says:
ok tell them youre cheating with an angmoh girl!


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Friday, July 29, 2005

I found something beautiful

His hello was the end of her endings, her laugh was their first step down the aisle.

His hand would be hers to hold forever, his forever was as simple as her smile.

An ocean couldn't prevent it, a New York minute wouldn't let it pass.

Does the universe decide for us, which love will fade and which will last?

He said she was what was missing, she said instantly she knew.

She was a question to be answered, and his answer was, "I do."

-Letters in pencil. Hidden uses for compact flash cards. A PreciousMoments TM command: 'Love One Another'.
To that, my old reply, once more: You had me at hello


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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Now I know what busy means

Haven't been here in a week. Being too busy, though not necessarily with work, is disconcerting for the smooth running of something called a lifestyle.

So I've been to Ipoh/KL and back. Caving was bad. White water rafting was good, save for the time when we hit a rock and Koof flew on top of Rox and I. Haha that was quite a sight. Besides the stupid Singaporean company which screwed up our busride to KL from Ipoh, leaving us all stranded at the rafting site, everything went smoothly.

In a nutshell: Bob the bouncer. Street food. My first o-luak, sans the oysters. KL Zouk; sucky music, watery drinks, oddball transvestites pawing Koof all over. The Roxy/Quiksilver sale. Secret Recipe's wonderful Ringgit-equivalent prices: Cheesecakes and chocolate indulgence spinning-sally style, my amazing raspberry yogurt cheesecake! Longlonglong busrides. Adrian counting the kilometres in view of my constantly bursting tiny bladder. And my Rox, all to myself :)

One long trip home. Well, not quite home, because I've spent the last 2 nights at his place. Shush your naughty little minds, it's work-related.

The SMU-MSI conference diminished the concept of forty-winks. Weiming and I have been working there for the last 2 days. Highlights: The overabundance of hotel food, most definitely. Minsok Pak was everybody's Won Bin, though I wonder why. Proctor and Gamble. Juliana and Choy Peng, laughs-a-plenty.

The highlight of all highlights: David J. Reibstein should be Wharton's pride and joy. Three words: My new idol.

The picture doesn't do him any justice. He scorns ties and suits. He did his presentation in a psychadelic rainbow-checked shirt. And mark me, it was anything but an eyesore.
He's been given the Teaching Excellence award every single year since he got the right to be addressed Prof. Reibstein. That says a lot. And he was nothing short of fantastic :)
And no, this isn't some Harrison Ford-esque fixation. The guy is really all that.

Alright, enough gushing. Off to bed. My bed, for the first time in 5 nights.


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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Raindrop on roses, and whiskers on kittens

When the dog cries
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad...

Such a waste of a good sunny day. I am left to my own devices rotting in the office and checking my fingers for papercuts. :( And so I shall take Julie Andrew's advice.

My favourite people
Weiming, for very obvious reasons. Thatboyismine
Candice, my best friend
Toe, my whineyyyyyy other half
Pao, whom I miss a lot
Terese, who ROX!
Zhihui, who is my lulu! minemineminemine
Andrea, *wink*
Syl, for inducing diabetes in me
Cong, for being idiotically in-sync with my life
Tousif, for being my soulie
Sam Chan, ehh bruddaa!
Jan, my crazy do-it-all girl
Neighbour, for bearing with my incessant need to run and talk
Pegs and Mel, my shopping partners-in-crime
Bob, I love talking to my new-found sister
Ra, for the gender crisis and lady-laments
My grannies, I love them both
My grandpa, I'm his favourite!
My parents, for putting up with me

My favourite food (and yes, there's a lot. hell, it contradicts with my previous diet post)
-Krispy kreme's Original Glazed
-Potluck's jade tofu
-Crystal Jade's egg-white tarts (yes, new flavour!)
-Hot and cold chocolate from Sprungli's
-san lao horfun from Bt Batok
-Tortilla d' patata (ooOoooOoO)
-Cedele Depot's Burmese Shan tofu salad
-Cedele Depot's almond semolina sugee cake
-Hot rotiboys
-Cheese snaps from Borough's
-Yogurt covered raisins from Boots
-St Gregory's basserie's thai noodle salad
-Bakerzinn's coffee cheesecake
-Orange julius' orange-pineapple juice
-Siglap's meesua
-Geylang Lor 9's pork floss shaobing
-Thomson Prata House's paper prata
-Spaghetti, aglio olio
-granny's steamed tofu & fried tauwka with black sauce
-granny's pineapple tarts
-popo's fried mee & sliced fish beehoon
-Gelare waffles with blueberry cheesecake ice-cream
-Pow Sing chicken rice and fried tofu
-Dom's chicken pie
-Blanco court kway chap (I like the claypot kwaychap in Bt Batok Central the best. But it's since closed down. Thinking about that makes me depressed already :( )

My favourite things-to-do
-Eating talking sleeping shopping cuddling gymming travelling horsing-around with Mr Oh 'thatboyismine' Weiming
-Shopping! What else?
-Getting bitten by wanderlust. Preferably in the company of Oh 'thatboyismine' Weiming
-Eating (aha! Bet you didn't know that already)
-Running
-Swimming
-I walk, alot
-Thinking nice thoughts
-Reading, a lot
-Dissing mahjong
-All things retro

My favourite things
-My swirly bohemian skirts
-My birks!
-My Topshop birk-lookalike
-Big bags
-My nose
-Escada's Ibiza Hippie (sob.. no more!)
-Clinique Happy
-Zara's vanilla lipgloss
-BodyShop blusher
-My entire Adrian Mole collection (thank you Bob for helping me complete it!)
-My taptaptap Barcelona t-shirt
-My Topshop basics
-My retro cds
-letters from Oh 'thatboyismine' Weiming
-I would never mind extra cash :P

My favourite expressions
'Oh no!'
'Are you sure?'

My favourite places
-anywhere in Barcelona
-Borough Market in London
-Sprungli's in Zurich
-Rosenbergweg, St Gallen
-My bed
-Weiming's bed, without the smelly blankie
-East Coast, at the 'most romantic spot in Singapore', proclaimed by Weiming
-The club
-The Botanics
-Dreaming of a home at Bayshore

My favourite authors
-Sue Townsend!
-Jane Smiley
-Carol Shields
-Bebe Moore Taylor

My favourite big-screen people
-Sophie Okonedo
-Heather Graham
-Tom Hanks

My favourite songbirds
-Abba
-The Carpenters
-Bananarama
-The Beatles
-Simply Red
-anything 80's, really

My favourite movies
-Hotel Rwanda
-Master and Commander- the far side of the world
-Forrest Gump
-Grease
-Annie (yes)

My favourite yummy people
-Freddy Ljundberg (cardiac arrest)
-Carmen Kass
-Anastacia Ambrosio
-Adriana Lima
-Gisele Bundchen (how come they're mostly all girls?)
-ok, I must say Weiming's yummy too. He'll kill me, otherwise

My favourite weather
-Switzerland, at springtime
-Barcelona, at night

My favourite animals
-My dog Jingle
-ok I have to say Max right? (I just wish he didn't hump so much! haha)
-furry dogs
-big dogs
-friendly dogs
-smart intuitive dogs
-ok, yes I like dogs

My favourite, per se
'Nuff said, that boy is mine


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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Bridget Jones

Lordy, my tonsils are inflamed. For the n-th time,

Cheesecake, raisin biscuits and wheat crackers are a no-go for a well-behaved throat. Raspy and sore does it in.

I think I shall go on a diet soon. Like now. A serious one, since my diet exclamations have been nothing but 'I'll-start-tomorrow' procastinating. I am unable to fit into so many of my old clothes, jeans and skirts comfortably. I want my low-waisted Levis size 26 to fit well again. Yes I am that fat now. It is extremely depressing :(

• I must stop my supper and prata cravings
• I must stop eating after 8
• I must stop snacking. No cakes, chips, chocolates, pastries and waffles.
• I must quit eating so many sausages and ham (yes I eat a lot of processed food. I am probably a walking monosodium glutamate cube)
• I must stop adding courses to my dinner
• I must do my tummy exercises everyday

Crikey, I need strength. Lots of it.

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Monday, July 18, 2005

Hello stranger

I receive weird messages from complete strangers on Friendster all the time, just like everyone else. But there are some that really take the cake. Really, I mean, I'm not the sort of person who sieves through another person's friendster list to look for new people to get into contact with. It's just so IRC-esque. (And we are waayyyy past that era, my 'friend') That means I would never let someone get to know me this way. Neither would any of my friends. Screen-to-screen just doesn't do it for most people, yes?

Take this message I just received:
"Good Morning
I am terence
i am new here
I would like introduce my esteemed self to you
I would like to share with you
All my interest with you
I love these stuff and activities : 1) Movies 2) Arts 3) Architecture 4) Photography 5) Design 6) Sports 7) Mobile Technology 8) Travel
Kindly contact me at 9XXXXXXX and we can share the above togather
If the above are not do not interest you, kindly call me and lets talk about your interest pls
Thank you and Best Regards
Terence"

No, I have not edited the grammar, and this isn't the worst one I've received. At least this one is free from 'worxxx' and 'lolx' and 'heeheex'. I don't mean to sound elitist here, but I really am anal about spelling and using proper english. Andrea would understand!

And 'esteemed self'?! This ain't some application to be a knight of the round table dude. And does he think that girls (I assume such a message would only be sent to members of the opposite sex) would actually call him and talk to him based on eight written points about himself?

And last week I got some message from a guy called Shin, who addressed me as 'Cel'. Heck! Only Syl and some of my good friends call me that- honestly, him taking my name in a form of endearment kinda irked me out.


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Thursday, July 14, 2005

Rollercoaster rides

Let's do some AS here:

>I am an emotional creature
>I am a girl
=>Girls are emotional creatures

Fallacious? Yeah maybe. But for now, I do believe this is true, with exceptional reference to yours truly, of course. For me, it's more of the extremes of emotions. This I think, stems from just about everything the fairer sex does.

You know the term 'emotional rollercoaster'? Not necessarily the carnage of being an emo wreck, but well, close enough. Girls go through this emotional rollercoaster in pretty much all that they undertake. Everything. But the truest of these extremes, ie the oscillations that truly reflect the way you feel about something or someone, are displayed only to certain people, and in certain situations.

Say for instance, your boyfriend planned an evening getaway with you- dinner at the Flutes, a walk through the Botanics, drinks at Que Pasa, and a little touche on the way home. And you're elated at the wonderful things that would transpire out of the mere thought of having him all to yourself. With this, comes eager anticipation, and that puts you in a happy mood instantly. Which might last the entire afternoon.

You hop and skip, and punctuate your sentences with deliriously enthusiastic lalalas. Then he calls and tells you that one of his friends gave a surprise drop-by from the States, and he can't miss this chance to hang out with the dudes. He asks you if it's ok to postpone the evening's plans. Naturally, you'd feel disappointed, above all things. Then as you start to think about the entire situation, you start feeling upset because you realize that all you've been looking forward to had been pushed aside cos of one phonecall.

And then you sit yourself down, fuming as you begin to question why he's given you up for his friends. You feel like the epitome of Doubting Thomas, having to feel the scars before believing in anything. Consequently you let apathy creep in, by convincing yourself you are as significant as an ice-cream in Alaska in his eyes.

And then all it takes is one hug and a few whispered words, maybe a kiss or two - and you're dandy. Once again. And then you swear you're the luckiest girl alive. Once again.

Sometimes these extremes scare me. I could have a skip in my step one moment, and shoot daggers out of my eyes the next. Might be a matter of not being to control our emotions very well, since they shoot out like balls out of a loaded canon. These peaks and nadirs characterize the things we do and say, which we sometimes conveniently attribute to PMS. Haha to that! Our monthly surge of hormones might account for some regular irritation, but I for one, have never believed that girls can't control PMS eruptions. Myself included. Let's just say it's a credible explanation (excuse?) for aiming these emotional canonballs at other people. It's painful to be hit by these violent oscillations.

But one thing holds true. I believe that when girls display such extremes of emotions, they do it when the person on the receiving end of things means something to them. You wouldn't wail in front of the aunty who sweeps the lecture hall for you, or threaten to cut off ties with the meepok uncle just cos he won't give you extra chili free-of-charge right?

I don't mean to use this as a means to justify why I sometimes get so mad and am able to feel so hurt and disappointed by people who care about me. Especially you. What I mean to say is that these emotional rollercoaster rides are almost a constant variable in any relationship, if a girl is in the question. And if you're pulled in for the ride, just scream along. There's no need to wonder if you're subjected to this because you don't mean a thing.

Rather, the contrary.


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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Aiights, the St. Gallen pictures are up. Links are on the side.

I hate uploading pictures. It took me a whole morning and half the afternoon! Captions are absolutely tedious, especially. And my captions sound so much happier than I really am feeling. It is disconcerting.

And there's still the whole batch of post-StGallen vacation pictures to upload. I might just die of fatigue.


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Monday, July 11, 2005

Sunday morning rain is fallin'

A Sunday afternoon has not seen a girls-only event for eons. Listless shopping. Dimsum for unhungry people- sauteed green beans, siewmai, chee cheong fun. Splashing buses and goosepimples. Salmon baked rice. Fries and dip. Feet up in booth seats. Talking and talking and talking.

The only time I've been happy this entire week.

Syl- Sugar, I will always be here. To listen, to talk, to cry with, to laugh with, to bitch with, to shop with, to swim with, to binge with...

Andrea- We're only at the beginning of something very special, don't you think?

***
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt?
Show me you love me when I look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life
-When Kenny Rogers crooned, there was a reply in the song. In my case, I doubt the reply will ever come.


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Saturday, July 09, 2005

Allow me to rant a little.

I have just made a new enemy. She's got a square jaw, clean and smooth white skin the colour of ivory alabaster. She loves to frolic on green pastures, lounging in hours of disdainful pleasure, scheming up new ways to pilfer financial gain off those weak-minded enough to fall into the clasp of her vile cause.

Her name, is Mahjong.

There are people in my condo who play mahjong very regularly. Sometimes when I come home after Mambo or a late night out, the tapping and clacking of those hideous tiles still rings out loud and clear. Addicts playing til that hour! Coupled with loud snorts, laughter, and shouts of unidentifiable chinese exclamations. I have come to equate the clicking of mahjong tiles right up the ranks of annoying noises, together with loud wailing of late-night karaoke tributes to big-haired chinese songstresses.

And with the idea of losing money, to your friends(!!!), of all things and ways to throw the dollars away. My my, surely money could be better put somewhere else. At least if you blew your moolah on a no-holds-barred trip to the private Club21 sale, a summer holiday, or on a new pair of Predator boots, you'd have something to show for it. I was particularly unkind today when I remarked to the boyfriend, "I hope you'll lose a lot of money on mahjong one day soon. Like if you lose more money than you have with you at the table, or like half your entire bank account goes to your friend after a game. You'd know then not to obsess over mahjong anymore."

Oh you can throw all your money and time away, and you won't even buy a cookie for your girlfriend. Lordy, see why someone's on a roll.

And the excuse "My friends forced me to play another game, that's why I didn't talk to you the entire night" is sorry to say, passe and unacceptable. Does "Sorry guys I need to sleep earlier, have a long day tomorrow" sound mildly unconvincing? Oh, and add the point that they're always playing mahjong over at YOUR house. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I always thought the host was the one deciding the time to yell Finito. Party's over?

Just cos your surname is HU in Mandarin, it doesn't mean you have to shout it out all the time, four to a table, alright?


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Friday, July 08, 2005

A When-Harry-Met-Sally moment

And so the story goes on. Just like it was always meant to be.

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.


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Thursday, July 07, 2005

Almost

I fell down today. Scraped my knee real bad. The cut's small, but it's pretty deep. Had to go to the doctor's to have it cleaned and bandaged. He said if it had been just a little deeper I'd have required stitches.

And I don't know why I called you
And I don't know why you came
And I don't know why we acted
Like it was all the same.
And I don't know why the laughter
And the cheek pecks came my way
When deep inside we both know
It was just like yesterday.

It's been a long time since I fell down bad. I just wasn't paying attention when I walked up the escalator. And that's why this happened. Guess with all that's been happening lately, I really haven't been myself. Strange how these extreme highs and lows punctuate my life. I haven't been paying attention to anything. Forgot my mom's birthday yesterday til 9pm, and I had to rush out to buy a cake. I've been buying the wrong things and giving cashiers the wrong amount of money.

If this goes on, I'll be able to star in a sob flick soon. The stereotypical stony-eyed, teary lady has so much on her mind/She is pouring hot water out of a flask/She stares into space/She scalds herself/She flings the flask against the wall with an exasperated shout.

I guess you think you know.
But I guess
You have no idea.


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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Remember when we held on in the rain
The nights we almost lost it once again
We can take the night into tomorrow
Living on feelings
Touching you I feel it all again

Didn't we almost have it all?

-'Never' has a menacing feel to it, while 'End' is twice that pain. But none compare to the soundless, almost ethereal torment of 'Almost'.


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Monday, July 04, 2005

My smelly melly

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

Chomping good times

Met the St. Gallen people for the first time since we all got back from our respective Europeean escapades. And very aptly, with a food bash to quell the past 2 months of sandwiches, pasta and cheese.

Kenneth's got such long hair, which makes him look like a monkey. (though he insists he looks like Ace Ventura) Huiqi's got the citibank employee look nailed. Eunice has a new sprayed-fringe haircut. Amy's got very very short fringe. Daniel's put back the weight he lost since the last time we met him touring in London, presumably cos he can afford more booze back home? Shihui has morphed into an aunty. No changes to Victor and Melissa.

First stop was to ChompChomp.Which has sadly, lost its gastronomic touch. Very disappointing chewy satay and hokkien mee that tasted like fried beehoon. I still love the giant mugs of sugarcane though!
Thomson Prata House next. I think this beats Jalan Kayu's anytime now. Had a paper prata and half a milo dino all to myself. I think out of all the local food, I missed prata the most while I was gone.
Then to Geylang Lorong 9 for tauhuey and youtiao. I didn't have those though. I had THREE pieces of shaobing all by myself- big pockets of flaky sesame pastry with a porkfloss-omelette filling.

The diet can always start tomorrow.

It was nice swapping stories and horrific travel accounts. Sleeping in railway stations overnight. Kenneth's side-splitting ziploc bag story, so much for answering the BIG call of nature spontaenously. More tales of a certain individual who refused to brush his teeth in the morning. French-bashing moments. Booking plane seats for May instead of June. Minute toilets. Sex shows. Cannabis lollies and magic mushrooms. Absinthe! Huiqi's drunken escapades. Haha :)


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