Object of desire - item 3,756

Ooooooo.... Aaaaaaaah..... Waaaaaaaaah....

I absolutely adore this Gucci bag.. it's made of python skin and has this incredible sheen of gold... Oh yah, i love all things gold. Hehe...

Super Duper Argh!

Great! My handphone has decided (without my consent, obviously) to take a leave of absence.... By that, i mean spoil, die, kaput... or watever else u might call it. I can't get the bloody thing to power on again... However, watever, whichever way i tried.. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! At first, i thought the battery was dead so i went to plug it into the charger.. nothing happened. Then i dismantled everything and tried again... nothing happened. Finally, i thought my SIM card was faulty, so i went to change to another SIM, nothing happened. So i concluded. My stewpid handphone is officially DIED!!!!

But that's not the best part.... So, i thought, better check the SIM card too. I plug it into a working phone and hey, presto, guess wat it said. "Insert SIM card". Wonderful. Brilliant. Fantastic. Super duper i-wanna-kill-myself-now.

And so now, i am uncontactable. And to top it all off... i lost all my contacts (for the moment, until i crawl to Hello! to get a replacement SIM and provided they can still retrieve my contacts from my old SIM). I can only remember a few frens' numbers in the deep recesses of my puny brain. So if u dun hear from me or i dun reply to ur smses, it's not my fault!

I need a new handphone... On that note, i need a new 'everything!' :(

Why do u have to fucking make me fucking angry every fucking day?

My patience is wearing thin.... nuff said.

I need a hobby!

I noticed that i have been blogging mostly on weekends. Gosh! I seriously have no life watsoever. Or i have no frens watsoever. Either way, it's so extremely pathetic! No... i am not asking you to sympathise me. Nah, i dun need that. I prefer more constructive solutions, know wat i mean? Like suggesting wat i could do to entertain myself (hey! not that kind of entertainment.. tsk tsk..) I was thinking of taking up cross-stitching or knitting or doing jigsaw puzzles. God! Now i sound like some wrinkley old woman sitting in her rocking chair typing her blog.... Eeeeeeks! Wait a minute... old people dun blog (okie, i know i am old, i mean seriously old people), unless u count Lao Zha Bor (erm, i am not endorsing her here, i actually think she is, for lack of a better word, gross, but that's another topic for another day).

Or maybe baking? I used to be able to make some very mean alcoholic brownies. Well, there's only 2 problems now. First, i dun have a decent oven to bake with. The last time i wanted to use my idiotic toaster oven to heat up a muffin, the poor thing burst into flames. No, not the toaster, duhz, the muffin! Literally a flaming muffin.... I would love to show you a pic of it, but i was too busy trying to put out the mini fire than to actually take a pic. Second, who's going to finish all the wonderful, delicious, sinful goodies i created? I am not going to eat them all and get fatter (notice i said fatter, not fat, cos i already am!).

Wat???! You think you are so smart and can do better? Okie, then come on, give me a suggestion for a hobby... Something that i could easily do at home alone. No dressing up, no trying to get hold of any frens. No? Pffff.... See... it's not that easy is it? Well. If all else fails, you could always date me! Hahahahahaa.....

The month of October

Not a word was written since the first. I wonder why.
No doubt i am still very much alive. I wonder why.
Suddenly it all seems so pointless. I wonder why.
Not that anyone really cares. I wonder why.
I came and i typed. I wonder why.
This very mindless chatter. I wonder why.

You cursed silently as time filtered away. I wonder why.
The five minutes spent, never to return. I wonder why.
Uncertain why you passed here. I wonder why.
And now i digress. I wonder why.
Half the month has passed. I wonder why.
The month of October. I wonder why.

I want a job

Yeah, u read it rite... I want, not need, a job. Why? Am i exceedingly rich that i dun need to have a steady income coming in? Maybe. Hahaha.... IN MY DREAMS! And probably in yours too. Duhz... even if i was flithy rich, u wouldn't be allowed to live off this rich fren. :P

So i want a job. Something creative but with boundaries (so i wouldn't run amok with my many wild, funny ideas). Something exciting but not heart stopping (i still want to live to see a few more years). Something fun but not too much fun (i still want to actually go home, u know?). Finally, something that allows me to be myself ultimately. But i guess no such job exists in the world, rite? Even if there is such a job (which i seriously doubt in my puny, little mind), it will surely be filled by someone else now!

To rain or not to rain

Object of Desire - item 3,266

I am so whimsical. I found something else to buy. Haha. Tiffany & Co.'s Charm Bracelet The only problem.. i can't decide whether to get them in silver or gold?!??!?! And of cos, there are the numerous charms to choose from. Hehe. I have this nostalgic idea to collect meaningful charms and pass them on to my daughter one day in the future. :)

Or maybe it's just another excuse to buy something. Haha!

I am going to Tiffany!!!

Burn Baby Burn

Finally, the Chinese 7th month is over... No, dun get me wrong. I have nothing against other people's religions and beliefs. Neither do i have anthing against ghosts and spirits. On that topic, i personally dun believe that they (being ghosts and spirits) only get 'released' from hell for holidays only 1 month each year. I believe that they are always around us (do i hear someone say 'i see dead people'?? Haha!). Not that i had the 'good' fortune of actually meeting any of them (eeeeks! Touch wood!). Still on that topic, let me relate to u some true ghost stories, singaporean style...

No, they din happen to me.. it's from a fren of a fren of a fren...
Story no 1 :
This particular person was in the wilderness somewhere in singapore (eh, dun ask me wat the person was doing there?? How would i know??). He woke up in the middle of the nite and saw, out of the corner of his eyes, 3 figures hanging from a tree. Of cos, they were wat they were, ghosts! Who in their rite mind will hang from a tree in the middle of the nite in the freaking wilderness?? So anyways, he was quite used to it, as supposedly he had the power to 'see' stuff. He wasn't quite bothered about them but for the kick of it, he woke his frens up and told them to look at THE tree. His frens were all like &!%#!%#!#@^!^$@@$%!%. :P

*eh.. u all must appreciate this blog man.... i am getting chills as i am typing this in the middle of the nite...*

Story no 2:
Then there was this singing ghost story. Also true Singaporean style, it happened in the army camp. This guy encountered a female singing ghost every time he went to the toilet to do his business. It wasn't that he minded the singing, but it was kinda distracting (so he said). So finally one day he shouted out 'Hey, stop singing! U are disturbing me!' Garang (translation: brave) rite?


Well, back to the 7th month. Yeah, i dun like it cos of all the burning. Nah. I am not one of those frenzy pro-green tree hugging sorts (though i DO do my little part to recycle and reuse). I just dun like all the smoke and soot, that's all. Which there are lots happening in the 7 month. So u know wat brilliant idea i came up with the other day?? E-burning! Yup, u heard me rite, e-burning. Hey, we have e-transfer, e-shopping and e-banking, so why not e-burning? We do burn paper stuff like pcs, laptops, mp3 players and pdas for our dead love ones. So why can't we do e-burning?? So how actually does this e-burning thing work? First, i will register a business and set up a website. It will offer all sorts of stuff (just like the real paper stuff that we burn). Depending on the items 'purchased', a fee will be charged, of cos (i will be rich!! So freaking rich!!). Then, all u need to do is to click on (which of cos will be a picture of a furnace! haha!). Then, a great big burst of flames will e-burn ur items to whoever u designate it to. No need to go downstairs in and fight with others for a spot to burn ur offerings. No need to stand there in the heat and smoke while doing ur burning. Everything is done in the comfort of ur home in ur comfy little chair soaking air-con. No smoke, no global warming, no wastage of resources (ie, paper and wood). All the environmentalists support me now! Say huraaaaay! Hahahahaha.... See, i am smart rite?! I feel soooo proud of myself.

It's time the King of Hades got some hardware and skills upgrading. :P

MIA

Ah... i was missing. Now i am found. Nah. I was just too lazy to blog, plus some other stuff that affected my mood (will talk about it later on), but now i am here, back old back old.

So why wasn't i blogging?
1. I was too busy chasing crappy Hong Kong serials to want to log on to blog or even chat! Yeah, u heard me rite. So which was the show that got me hooked? The Dance of Passion. So u ask, have i finished the show since i am sitting here typing furiously? Eh. Nope. But i decided to come blog cos i din want anyone (not that anyone will really care) to think i have died and gone to heaven (nah, probably not heaven, more likely hell), got alien-napped by aliens (who else will alien-nap humans?) or maybe fell into the toilet bowl and couldn't crawl out. Ha!

2. I din feel like switching on the pc. Specifically, i din feel like turning on my msn. Why? Cos, someone asked my opinion on something and i gave an unsatisfactory answer (well, at least to that person, it was unsatisfactory) that upset the said person. Not that i find there was anything wrong with the answer i gave, the person probably mis-interpretated it. For the record, i always stand by my frens, i may not agree with what they are doing but that doesn't mean i judge them or their actions. And even thought sometimes, i dun agree with them, i will still stand by their decisions. I also see no point in faulting them if they made 'mistakes' (who are we to say what's right and what's wrong anyway?), but rather, i prefer to help them (if they need it) find the best course of action going forward. Isn't that what frens are for?


Actually, i did have some stuff that i wanted to blog about for the past few weeks. So here's the backlog. Yah, i know i am so passe. These are so over-and-done-with BUT i still wanna blog about them, can? Who's gonna complain, eh? Haha.

First, was the total Lunar eclipse, that happened on 26th Aug, that i so wanted to see, but sadly, it was not to be in Singapore. Here are the pics from NASA itself. http://www.nasa.gov/vision/universe/watchtheskies/eclipse_images.html

Second, there was this report on 24th Aug that astronomers have found a vast area of nothingness in space. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/6962185.stm
What intrigues me is how do u define NOTHING in space??? How do they actually know there is nothing there?? I mean isn't space just cosmic blackness? So if they scan the skies and discover a patch of darkness, they just assume nothing there? Ah well, guess that's why i am not in NASA. :P

The Lost Room

I discovered a very cool show last Sunday on StarWorld. Sorry, i know, it's already Friday now. I just din manage to get down to blogging about it. It's too cool to just any old how write, write (as we say it here). Haha.. So i am dedicating this time now to sit and blog about it.

The Lost Room is a scifi show about time travel, alternate dimensions, supernatural powers and morality, all mixed together (that's how i see it anyway). How cool is that??? Okie, i know i said 'cool' like a zillion times. I really dig those time travel, alternate universe crap. Haha. :P

U can read the synopsis at the link above. Wat i really like are the Objects that possess "unique and inexplicable properties". So which items would i want? Of cos, the Key is good to get to places, first place that came to mind is the wonderful Bvlgari Resort. The Glass Eye to repair my skin to baby soft condition. Haha.. yeah, i am vain. The Bus Ticket to zap every irritating thing i know to the ends of the earth. Okie, granted it's not really the end of the earth but just somewhere in New Mexico, which as far as i know is the middle of nowhere. Then i would like the Knife and Wristwatch too, so that i know when anyone is thinking bad about me. Finally, the Pencil is great too, though, if i had that, i probably would be spending most of the time tapping it cos it only produces a penny each time, why not thousand dollar notes??! Grrrr....

I thought Heroes was one of the more interesting shows i have seen recently. But this one rocks! Intriguing script and great acting! Can't wait to finish the series! :)

i fear nothing... rite!

I was going to take my bath just now when i got waylaid by a cockroach! Yeah, u heard me rite. A disgusting, horrible, repulsive cockroach. The only thing on earth i fear more than fear itself... roaches... I think they are really dumb. They are the only creatures that run TOWARDS u when u are busy running away from them to avoid them. Idiotic, rite?

So anyway, i was in the living room and from the corner of my eye, i saw something zip past under the coffee table in the hall. I took a closer look and just as i suspected, EEEEEEEKS, a cockroach! I panicked. There was no one else in the house. Who can i ask to terminate the nasty thing?? So i ran off to the kitchen to grab the bottle of insecticide. Came back armed with fire power. Took an aim and sprayed as much as i could. Okie, for ur information, i was like 3 metres away. That's as close as i possibly dared to go. Bad idea! She (how did i know it was a she? I found out later. No, not by disecting it, u silly thing!) went nuts. Run around like a fanatical thing with pants on fire, then she FLEW (that's how i knew it was a female, only females fly)!!! AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! The only thing i fear more than roaches, flying roaches! I hopped back as far as i could, still spraying insecticide like mad. Then, it crawled under the shoe cabinet and i couldn't see where it went. So i proceeded to empty half the bottle of insecticide at the cabinet. To cut a long story short. It die-ed, after much chasing and spraying. Else, i wouldn't be able to sleep in peace tonight. It's lying on the floor at the corner somewhere, i wouldn't pick it up, thank you. Someone else has to do that dirty job! Haha!

This incident reminded me of another roach misadventure. I was in secondary school then, wat was i? 14 or 15? All my frens knew i feared roaches. No big secret there. Well, the day went on as usual, after classes, we went to the hawker centre to have our lunch. Hey, we were all poor students then, some poorer than others. Haha.. So we ordered our food and were happily chomping it down when, no.. dun worry, we did not discover a roach in our food. That's gross but this was worse. A stupid cockroach ran under our feet! Immediately, i jumped up and screamed (very loudly, mind u). Okie, the hawker centre was full of people and they (mostly old uncles) turned to stare at me (who by that particular moment has already hopped more than 5 metres away). So, imagine this, i was seated on those stuck-to-the-ground kind of stools. I screamed, grabbed my school bag (it was on my lap wat), jumped backwards and over the silly stool, away from the cockroach, with amazing dexterity and speed, while managing not to trip myself. It was like doing the Olympics. The stunned uncles then gave me weird, grinning looks when they realised i was frightened of a tiny cockroach. All this time, my frens were looking at me with mouths opened. Then, they proceeded to laugh their heads off. See, wat good frens i had even then. My frens always said i am a roach magnet, they are naturally attached to me. I only have one thing to say, duhz!

Wat purpose do roaches serve on earth anyway? I can think of NONE! Irritating, spasticated things... DIE! DIE!

This is seriously lame...

Trust me... this one is really, really, really, seriously lame. Okie, dun ask me how come i discovered it.. i just did..

Anyway, click at your own risk.. dun say i din warn u. :P

http://reallynothingtosay.blogspot.com/

Changes

Yeah, i made some changes... Wat can i say? I am easily bored.

It is so extreme that i used to re-arrange the furniture in my room after every few months just to get some new perspective. And i am not talking about just shuffling the books on the bookshelves. I mean a total make-over... for the room, save for buying new furniture that is.

My brothers tot i was mad (which i might very well be). But they got used to it after a few times. They had to, they were staying in the same house. Haha.

Well, my blog is my new playground now. :)

I wait in vain..

Yes, i do. In vain i wait.
Why? U will never know.
Why? I will never tell.
So, in vain i wait. Yes, i do.

I found Bliss today

Yes, i found her.. Bliss.

Today was a good day. Okie, make it yesterday. I went shopping and came back with 1 wallet, 1 bag and 1 watch. The damage? 5K in 4 hrs. Whoever said money can't buy happiness, seriously din know where to shop. :P

I adore my new Frederique Constant watch. It's supposed to be the only 1 piece in Singapore. Mine is in rose-gold and the satin strap is dark brown. Can't find a pic of it (the one at the website is black). It's automatic though, so i have to wind it everyday. Duhz! If u happen to be looking for a watch or feel like burning some cash or just feeling bored, u can whisk by Bezel at Wheelock Place level 2.

This is as close as i can get to heaven....

Object of desire - item 2,754

OH MY GOD! I found MY happy place!
This has to be it, Bvlgari Hotels & Resorts Bali ..... To see wat i mean, click on 'visit' when u are at the link. Look at the pics... dun u think it's absolutely gorgeous? I need to be there for 1 whole month, then everything will be A OK. :)

Now, i wonder... just who will be taking me there?

It's been bad

No, put it this way.... it's been fucking bad. :(

Very Extremely Fucking
Music blasting
Lyrics swirling
It's been bad
Yes, very bad

People staring
Voices screaming
It's been bad
Yes, extremely bad

Head spinning
Tears falling
It's been bad
Yes, fucking bad

Raging, wrathing, ranting
Plunging into the depths of desolation
Wretched gal don't despair
Someday u will be delivered unto salvation

I love fragrances

Yup, i love perfumes. I can have more than 1 bottle of fragrance opened at any one time. I dun believe in that 1 signature scent (why restrict yourself when there are so many choices available?). I feel that a perfume has to suit the occassion and mood. The most bottles of perfume i had opened at any one time had to be 4. Haha, talk abt being fickled minded. :P

So here's the perfumes i love (no particular order) and the mood i am in when i am wearing them. :)
U know wat to get for me if u wan to be in MY good books. Hahahahaaa..


1. Chanel Allure
This is one of my fav. It's powerfully seductive. I love to wear it to work, esp when i have important meetings to attend. Immediately, i feel smarter already. Wahahaa...

2. Gucci Envy
This one smells of money. I use this when i feel rich or when i feel like acting rich. Shopping time! Hehe!

3. Lancome Miracle
I use this when i am in a flirty, naughty mood. Hmm... this, as the guys put it, is 'irresistiblely enticing'. Whenever i use this, men just can't keep their hands off. ;)

4. Bvlgari Pour Femme
This one makes me feel very feminine, sophisticated and refined. U know i will be on my best behaviour when i use this.

5. Ralph Lauren Safari
I used to put this on when i went dancing. It makes me feel sexy and ready to boogie! Somehow it can also survive the nite of smoke and sweat and still smell great on me.

6. Hugo Boss Woman
This one makes me feel all girly and sweet. I use this when i am feeling casual and relaxed.


Yes... these are all old perfumes, not those recently launched ones. I like old stuff (yah rite). It's not that. Hahaha. But why change something that works rite? Also, the real reason is i haven't really been going perfume shopping for a very long time. Thinking of going soon though. Yippee!

How about on guys, u ask? Well, i cannot resist the smell of Chanel Platinum Egoiste, when i smell that on a guy walking past me, i feel like eating the person wearing it! Literally. Heee.

Complaints, complaints, complaints

I wonder why the people in my neighbourhood just have nothing better to do cept complain?!!?

3 weeks ago, i received a letter from HBD stating that someone complained about knocking noises in the night. The letter then proceeded to say that if the noise doesn't stop, actions will be taken against the offender, etc, etc.... Anyways, the letter was not addressed to me, it was one of those genetric letters attentioned to 'the occupants'. So i din bother (i wasn't the one banging anyways). But being the kapo i was, i called the officer handling the issue to 'chit-chat'. Guess wat i found out? The knocking happens around 8-9pm (gee, it's not even after midnite, wat's the big hoo haa?) and someone on the 4th level is the person who complained. Hehe. Okie, so this was the 1st.

Then, this week, i received another letter from our ever efficient HDB. This time is was attention to our unit and names. The letter states that someone complained about one; dirty water dripping from our laundry, two; rubbish like ciggarette butts been thrown from our unit. I was like WAT THE HELL????!!!! Firstly, i dun hang dripping wet clothes outside. I have a washer that spins dry and a dryer that dries (okie, that din come out very rite, did it? heehe). And i am not so inconsiderate like some others, if i need to handwash something, i make sure it's dripped dry in the toilet before hanging it outside. Secondly, I DUN SMOKE!!!! Where the f did the ciggarette butts come from??! So they mean i buy the ciggrattes, watch them burn to the ends, just to throw them out of my window? LAME. Also, i have bins in my house (unlike some poor souls who dun even have money to buy bins), i throw MY rubbish into MY bins in MY house. Talking about finding rubbish in the house, i haven't even complained that i have been finding clumps of hair beside the windows lately, obviously flown in from outside! And there they are, complaining about me! GRRRRRR.

So, i came to the conclusion that my neighbours are TOO DAMN FREE!

I need to shift house.... :(

Go on.. laugh...

Since it's a Monday... okie, it's Tue morning now... I shall entertain ya all with something work related... Enjoy!




If it doesn't work out... try this..


But if u are...

U can always....

Shopping

See, see, see

Grab, grab, grab

Queue, queue, queue

Buy, buy, buy

Charge, charge, charge

Swipe, swipe, swipe

Sign, sign, sign

Bills, bills, bills

Pay, pay, pay

Broke, broke, broke

Boredom kills

I was sitting on the couch this afternoon stoning and staring into empty space when this popped into my head. I dub thee as 'Boredom Kills'.


Boredom Kills
So damn bored...
Nothing to watch,
Nothing to read,
Nothing to do.

I wish i had Heroes, season 2,
To watch.
Or Harry, (not the prince),
Potter that is.
Or Louis AND Daniel,
Now that's censored.

Mind numbing, stupor inducing, breath choking.
Spiders, spiders spinning cobwebs.
I can literally feel my brains
Turning into mush.

Object of desire - item 2,269

Wow! I mean look at this car.... if this was a man, he would be absolutely, completely, utterly DELICIOUS! Everyone droooooool now. Ok, ok, i know i am a gal.. i know i am not supposed to go gaga over a car... BUT seriously, LOOK at it. Oh gosh, if any guy owns this beautiful baby, i would be willing to do IT in the open, topless not withholding! Haha! Yah yah, i admit.. part of the allure is becos it's OPEN TOP! Sex on wheels has never looked so hot, yes, i concur.

I present to u, the new Maserati Gransport Spyder! Even saying the name is soooo damn sexy... ohmigod.. i am getting such a high! Wahahaaa...

It's a miracle!

I had this freaking back ache for almost 3 weeks now. Every time i attempt to move, a sharp searing pain shoots up from my lower back. (No, i din see a doc, nor visit TCM, i am a great believer in self-cure, yah rite.) Trust me, it's so damn fucking excruciating!

This morning, however, wonders of wonders, when i woke up, the pain was gone! Ok, not totally but somewat gone. It's no longer an agonizing, unbearable pain, it's now just a dull ache. It's a miracle, i tell u! Magnificent, amazing, brilliant miracle! Must be something i did rite last nite. I wonder wat it was??!! Hmmm... Maybe the alcohol? Nah. Probably not. Hahaha!

U know wat this means? I can finally dance again! Yipee!

The deep abyss

It suddenly hit me as i was lying in bed sleepless (again) why i am feeling the way i am. I need my freedom! Yes, i am trapped, caged, ensnared, imprisoned. Like a bird without wings, a lion without teeth, no way to turn, no place to run. That's why i am so down. Each day i feel like i am falling into a deep abyss and just when i think there is no more lower i can go.. i fall further. It's like a hole with no bottom.

I seriously NEED to go wild, crazy, do something different, outrageous, shocking, extreme and out of the ordinary. Wouldn't anyone save me please?

Footnote: I am drinking as i am writing this.. apparently, i am too high to think straight now.. so it will have to end here.. i mean the post. :P

Footnote2: Someone told me i spelt something wrongly.. haha...

So damn freaking tired...

Gesh. I can't remember when was the last time i felt this tired... exhuasted ... weary... drained.. dead beat... pooped... u get the idea rite?

I am sick of pretending everything is fine and dandy. Going on as if nothing is wrong. Candy-coated, suger-frosted, rose-tinted, cheerful, joyful, blissful life. Cos it's not. Ok, u might say 'Hey, not everything IS about u, u know?' And u know wat's my reply to that? "Yeah, IT is!'

When i start to actually THINK, i feel this way. Fucking depressed. That's why nowadays, i prefer not to think. That way i can just feel nonchalant, indifferent, detached. At least, it doesn't hurt that much. It's called self-preservation. It's something i know very well. I started building walls since i was 18. Walls are fantastic stuff, u know? They offer protection and solitude. The higher the walls, the better the sanctuary and security. I was kept sane by the walls i built. Solid, thick, tall walls.

Depression is my constant companion. Sometimes he's just sitting there in a corner quietly, observing and waiting. Sometimes he's out on the prowl, stalking, lurking, silently but surely. And other times he's out in full force accompanied by his best fren, Rage. Those are the times when u surely do not want to piss me off. Recently however, Depression and Rage have been out having a ball. Unfortunately. For everyone around me.

I do wish that i am just a rock or a cloud or a leaf or something... Wat is the point of being alive anyway? I mean to exisit becos u are exisiting? Or to really live your life? Well, in my case, I am just exisiting cos i exisit... it's sad rite? Well, i always say, i didn't ask to be born! But then i am too gutless to end my own life.

To all the men i lusted before

Yes, i needed you.
Not you per say,
But just your body.
It was great while it lasted,
(to be frank, some wasn't even that good.)

I am sorry to leave.
I had to.
It was inevitable,
To go while i was still in control.
Control of my mind and my heart.

Feelings involved were such a blur.
Estascy and delusion,
There was no distinction.
I wasn't heartbroken in the end,
Just a twinge of regret.

Why i had to lust for you in the beginning.

Lust, such a beautiful feeling,
Such a poisonous word.

Better than Prozac

I happened to switch to Kids Central this morning while Hi!5
was on and managed to catch their theme song for the week. This is how it goes:


Happy Hi!5 Song

I'll run for a mile
I'll laugh all day
I'll shout from the highest hill
I'll swing from a tree
Get my heels up high
I just can't keep still
Feeling yummy, feeling good

Happy, happy, i'm so happy
Can't believe i feel so happy
Must be something special about today
Happy, happy, i'm so happy
Can't believe i feel so happy
Must be something special on the way

There's a spring in my step
A bounce in my walk
And i can jump up 10 feet high
When i woke up today
I had one thing to say
It's gonna be a wonderful day
Feeling yummy, feeling good

Happy, happy, i'm so happy
Can't believe i feel so happy
Must be something special about today
Happy, happy, i'm so happy
Can't believe i feel so happy
Must be something special on the way

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, happy
Nothing's gonna change my mood
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, happy
Cos i'm feeling good


Gosh! How can anyone be depressed after listening to that crap? It's like forced happiness! Haha! The song stuck in my head for most of the day. LOL

See how effective it is? I think they should just put all the patients on Prozac in a room and play Hi5! for a good 24 hours straight. I doubt any one of them will be depressed after that. Ok, the people who manufacture Prozac are so gonna hate me for this. Wahahahaaa.....

I need taxi driver frens!

Bloody hell! The past 2 times that i went out, it took me almost 3 hrs just to get home! Argh! In Singapore, u say? Ridiculous rite? Yah. I totally agree...

Well, the first time, I was at Vivocity (it was a Friday) and it started to rain heavily just before the shops closed. I went to the cab queue and there was like a gazillion people already in the queue. And another gazillion people standing around frantically dialling on their handphones for cabs. All the cabs that turned in flashed 'On Call' signs.... &#$%*^!^&$#*^!!$%@
The second time, I was at Paragon (it was a Sunday) and the same thing happened! See the pattern? RAIN....

Both times i tried to call for cabs but to no avail. Somehow, i can't even get through the damn lines. I wonder if all the call operators have some secret handbook that says 'When it rains, go hide in the toilets or storeroom or somewhere, anywhere and SLEEP!' Wat's the point of having a hotline when u can't even get through the line?? And the only 1 time that u finally do, no one answers the phone??! GRRRRRRR...... Super duhz, rite?

After trying for more than half an hour to call for a cab (it was raining wat, i really din want to squeeze on the bus or mrt!), i gave up and defeatedly went to take the bus. Of cos, there is no direct bus back the pathetic, end-of-the-earth place (that explains why it took so long just to get home) i am currently staying. By the time i finally got home, it's almost midnite! The shops closed at 9, see, i kid u not ... it took me about 3 hours just to freaking get home.

So wat grand, earth shattering insight did i gain from all these?
1. Dun ever go out again? OF COS NOT! U must be crazy! Haha.
2. Get a chauffeur who will come and fetch me whenever i call? Preferably a handsome, cute, dashing guy? Sounds fantastic eh? AS IF.

Finally, it dawned on me. I NEED TAXI DRVER FRENS! So that i will have their personal handphone numbers and i can call them directly instead of going through some silly hotline. See! Am i smart or wat?? Hahaha.

My little yellow diary - part 2

This one is on heartbreak.

There are 2 entries that were not dated and written in big bold caps. I wondered wat prompted me to write them. I simply cannot recall. They were just some simple lines but they really spoke volumes.


Undated 1
AH! I am really DISGUSTED by guys!


Undated 2
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Don't!
Don't!
Don't!
CRY!


I dun think it's anyway connected to the guy mentioned earlier on in the dairy. It's probably referring to someone else. Hmmm...

My little yellow diary - part 1

Guess wat i found yesterday afternoon while packing my 'worms'. A little yellow diary. Ok, it wasn't technically a diary but just a notebook. However, i did used it as a diary of sorts. Some entries, some poems, some cuttings, etc. I realised that the entries were dated 1996! OHMIGOD! It is more than 10 years old! The yellow notebook, i mean. No, it's not yellowish, i would have said yellowish if i meant that. It's really a YELLOW notebook. Duhz.

It felt bittersweet as i was going through wat i wrote. I can't really recall the exact emotions as i was penning them but it was sure nostalgic. So for your reading amusement... i present to u... My Little Yellow Diary. Please pardon the childish writing. Wat did u expect? i was only 19 then. Haha.

This one is on puppy love.

*names have been changed to protect certain individuals.

9th June 1996
Yesterday, i went to Platoon 16's Dinner & Dance. Actually, i did not really wanted to go. When Lisa called me, i was already sleeping. But in the end, i still went and boy, was i glad i did.

At first, it was kinda weird becos i did not know anybody at all. But then i were introduced to CP and SK, who sat at the same table. When the dance party started, it was like heck care kinda thing. We just danced in a big group. After a few songs, SK and our partners went to sit down to rest. So only Lisa, CP, another guy called Jason and me were left. Anyways, we just danced. I had a really fun time dancing with CP. Boy, was he a good dancer. Must remember to ask him to teach me someday. He also said i was a good dancer (really?)

After that during the slow dance, CP went to dance with SK (his partner for the nite), and Lisa with Jason. I was feeling kinda bored cos nobody asked me to dance. But then Alex wanted to dance with SK so we went to swop partners. I enjoyed dancing with CP and talking to him. At first, we were just dancing quite normally as we just met at the D&D. But as the music played, we seemed to get closer and closer together. I dun know if he moved towards me or did i unconsciously. In the end, we were so close that i even felt his belt buckle brushed against me a few times. I have never danced so close to a guy for so long, or stared into his eyes for so long. Well, i guess it's a good way to practise my flirting skills. Haha. Lisa said she glanced at us a few times and thought we looked very good together (really?). I felt kinda bad leaving SK with no partner but then....

He told me quite a bit about himself while we danced. Like he's the youngest and most spoilt. I knew that i flirted with him a few times but unconsciously, how many times, i seriously did not know. Too bad the nite had to end. It was fun to have your arms wrapped around a guy dancing to love songs all nite.

We arranged to meet next Sat to see the photos (excuse?). Let's see how things will go. :)
I wonder if he likes me too?


12th June 1996
Hi! I'm back. I am in the office rite now, alone! And i am damned bored. Lisa told me that he called her last nite. I am kinda jealous. Why did he call her and not me? But Yan said that when a guy likes u, he will not dare to call u directly. Rather, he will call your frens. Well, i dun know how true that is. Anyway, if he calls fine. If not, forget it.

Why are guys like this?? Get your phone number but dun call?? Wat the heck??!


This entry was not dated
He called! Yes! He called!
And we went out.
Walked around.
Ate chocolate cake.
Talked.
Went Telok Blangah Hill.
Looked at the nite lights.
Stared at the stars.
Talked.
Whispered.
Laughed!
It's ok lah.

Proof that aliens do exist!

Haha! See... who said there were no aliens? Guess wat they said? 'We come in peace...' *nen nen nen nen, nen nen nen nen...* Twilight Zone music playing in the background.... Hahaha!

Object of desire - item 1,581

I just bought a new cd set from That CD Shop on Sunday. 'Hotel Dubai' compiled and mixed by Lisa Loud. It's music that they play in the actual hotels in Dubai. There are 3 dics, 1 for the Royal Palm Lounge Bar, 1 for the Raffles Private Member's Club and 1 for the Zahara Spa. It's freaking cool! Oh yah, it costed me $69.90 too. But seriously, it's way too cool! Look at it. Just putting in on ur cd rack makes u look much cooler too! Hahahaha!

Ok, i probably can't make it to Dubai. So by listening to it with my eyes closed, i can at least pretend i am there. Anyone wanna sponsor my trip to Dubai? I will gladly go with him, her, it or watever. Hey! It's Dubai u are talking about (not some crappy KL or Bangkok)! Even with an alien i will gladly go. Wat?? Just becos u dun believe in aliens, it doesn't mean they dun exist ok!

Go knock yourself out... http://www.hoteldubai.com/

Just remember me when u book the holiday. :)

Footnote: Yes, i am still spending money...

My star sign reading for this week

'A recent incident has started you thinking. This is not the reaction you were expecting. Why did a certain someone, who means a lot to you, laugh? You made it clear that this was a serious issue. Don't let his cavalier response invalidate yours.'

I read this in the papers on Sunday. Hmm, it made me wonder every time someone laughs when i say something if it's the person the stars are referring to. But somehow, deep in my heart, i already have the sneaking suspicion that i know who the person is going to be and wat the issue is. Therefore, my solution is to avoid talking to the said person for as long as i can. Ok, maybe not that long, maybe just for this week. Well, it's only a weekly reading for heaven's sake! :P

The purpose of being alive

I realised that i have no real purpose in being alive. Ok, cept maybe (just maybe) to boost the economy (i will touch on that a little later). I feel strangely empty, void, blank, drained with no direction or drive. Somewat like a flat line (beeeeeeep), not unlike that u see on the heartbeat monitor of someone very dead.

Recently, i went on a rampage to throw stuff away. Yup, as many as i could or bear to. I dun know why. Probably i got sick of them lying around collecting dust and taking up space. Are they useless stuff, u ask? Not really (ok, granted i dun actually USE them). But they are stuff of sentimental value, stuff memories are made of. Old stuff collected over the years... old letters, movie tic stubs, holiday documents, hotel reciepts, etc. Some stuff were given by other people. I even found a note my first boyfren wrote with the heading '30 reasons why i love xxx' (xxx being me of cos). Yes, it was sweet. No, i do not wish to keep that. At least, NOW i dun wish to. So IT went into the bin with all the rest of the stuff.

I am in the midst of sorting everything out. Yes, i opened up many boxes of 'worms', so to speak. They are not even tiny cans. They are colossal boxes of WORMS! Sigh. Maybe it's precisely becos i feel empty that i feel like disconnecting with everything else (i.e. dumping stuff). I dun think i will miss them (the memories, i mean), neither will i be missed too.

Ok, now on a happy note. Yup, i do my best to boost the economy (the government would be very happy about that eh? Everyone in white all clap together now! Haha!). My latest shopping spree saw my 'assets' increased by the following items. 4 spaghetti tops (white, black, pink & blue), 1 pink cardigan, 1 short white skirt, 2 bras (white & pink), 4 thongs (can't recall the colors), 3 sexy satin nighties (black, red & gold), 1 black bag, 1 black pouch, 1 pair of 3 inch heels and 3 tubes of lip gloss. Along the way, i also bought pressies for some frens too. Now wouldn't u love to be my fren? Haha!

Gwen's coming!

i realised that Gwen's coming and i just had to announce it. :)

We are pleased to announce Gwen Stefani's first ever tour date in Singapore this August...08/14/07 Singapore - Indoor Stadium-
On sale July 3 at 9:00 AM via www.sistic.com.

http://www.gwenstefani.com/default.aspx


Btw, my 2 fav songs from her The Sweet Escape album are Don't Get It Twisted & Wonderful Life.

Everybody now...
Don't Get It Twisted, don't get it clever
This is the most craziest shit ever
Uh oh, woah
Don't Get It Twisted, don't get it clever
This is the most craziest shit ever
Here we go, woah

The day i ran out of money

Aaaaargh! I just found out yesterday that i am only left with $150 to last me till the 18th of this month! How am i supposed to survive (any donations please)??! This is wat the Great Singapore Sale will do to a gal.... BANKRUPT her! Ok, let me rephrase that... This is wat the Great Singapore Sale will do to a gal without a single ounce of restraint and self-control... BANKRUPT her! So anyway, yes, i have no money....

I was talking to my gal fren the other day. Guess wat she was complaining about? She also needed to find ways to get more money. Any suggestions are greatly welcomed. So i told her... SELL BACKSIDE. Ok, not literally the ass but the point is to sell oneself. It's the easiest and fastest way to get lots of money. No capital investment and outlay. :)

Someone told me about this freelance Shenton Way working class gal who charges a whooping $600 for a session. Ohmigod! Who in the rite mind will pay that kind of money for a fuck??! Ok, i am not a guy, and neither do i pretend to understand them. Granted that she probably has a hot face and an even hotter body (both of which i do not have), BUT STILL! For heaven's sake, no one's gonna know that u are with a hottie hot hot hottie. Not as if u can go around parading her. Oh yah, back to my story, a fren of a fren of a fren (u get the drift, obviously i dun know the guy in question) decided to engage the services of this hottie hot hot hottie (so we shall christen her). But apparently, she was so damn hot that the guy came without actually doing the dirty deed. The hottie hot hot hottie was like, 'ok, we're done here, i'm leaving'. But clearly, the guy was not satisfied so he offered to pay another session just to get down to it, shall we say? So in the end, it's $1200 for ONE fuck. CRAZY rite?! ABSOLUTELY! I told my galfren this (to make a point that it's good money) and she was laughing her head off! Oh, i already laughed mine off the first time i heard it. Unbelievable.. wat men will pay to get satisfaction. $1200, i can get myself a nice Chanel bag or Gucci bag. Probably wat the hottie hot hot hottie did too. :P

I mean the guy can just go to a disco and probably find some sweet, young thing high enough to go home with him. I bet that doesn't cost $1200. But then, my galfren made a point... the guy probably has a 'kanna banged' (long pia) face. For the benefit of those who dun understand dialect, it just means a face that the doctor had to slap your mother when he delivered u (get it?). So he probably can't get anyone to dance or talk to him, much less go home with. Hahahahaha... Ok, that fact is unverifiable cos the source is currently unavailable. Dun worry, i will keep u guys updated once i verify that.

So back to my galfren. No, she's not selling her backside yet.. If she does, i will be the first to let u know.... Online bookings will be made available! Hahahahaha! Yah rite.

The Big Three Zero

I celebrated my birthday a few weeks ago (ok, it was more than just a few weeks, wat can i say? i am a procrastinator! Haha!). Yes, i have arrived at the big three zero. Hooray! Yippee! Oh yah, YIKES u say.

So wat did i do? Any major celebration? No. Multitudes of presents? No. Lots of birthday sex? No, sadly.. not even that... Pathetic rite? But it's ok with me. Seriously, i have lost all feeling for birthdays (especially for my own) for as long as i can remember. So no biggie to me. :)

Yup! I am OLD! Past my due date, aged, ancient, prehistoric, etc. Strangely, i have always been glad to be old. Well, it sure beats being a sweet, young thing who simply have no idea where life is going, rite? Erm, ok, not that i have any idea where is mine heading now but, well, if i pretended, at least it's gonna be more convincing rite?! Well, maybe, IF i am a good actress... Hahaha! Anyway, wat's the big deal about being 30? I am weird. No, i was not born weird, i just grew up weird. That's wat the great, big, scary world will do to u if u are not careful. Oh yah, so where was i? I am weird. I love to be old. Yes. So there, sue me. :P

Writer's block

Yes, i am having a mental block. I wonder how do writers do it. I mean write. It's not as easy as it looks. Everytime i sit here at the silly computer, i get a mental block. But if i was lying in bed trying to sleep, my brain goes into overdrive (hence, the insomnia part). WHY??? And of cos, i do not have the pc then, or neither do i have a pen and a piece of paper. Wat the hell would i be doing with them in the dark??!

Oh, i am having a mental block.

I have no life.. none watsoever... zlich

Gosh, it's a Friday nite (ok, make it Saturday morning, u anal people!) and guess wat your's truly here is doing? Yah.. blogging, DUHZ!

Wat do normal people do on a freaking Fri nite? Catch a midnite show with a zillion other people? Go dance themselves silly in a disco? Gorge themselves with supper at Newton? The usual stuff i guess. Wat DO Singaporeans do on a Fri nite? Someone told me in the afternoon he's going for a 'nite mountainbiking jungle romp', how's that for interesting? Ok, definitely NOT something i would do.. but then again... it's something different rite? :P

U know wat i wouldn't mind? SHOPPING!!!! Everyone all together now... 'YEEEEEEEEEAH!' Why do shopping centres have to close at 9pm? Isn't there a more sane time to close? Like, never? Hahahaha...

The damn cat below my block has more life (not to mention sex) than me! Grrrr.... Now if i could just get it to shut the f up... Hahaha...

Yup, this post has absolutely no point to it.. cept that i just wanna say.... I HAVE NO LIFE! :(

Same shit, different day

Why do we need to go through the same kind of *&^#$!^&%* shit every day?

Sometimes i wish i could just say byebye, zhai jian, sayonana, cheerio (or watever language u fancy), leave, disappear, never to look back, never to return. These days the urge is getting stronger and stronger....


One of my favourite escapism fantasies when everyone and everything (yes, i do seriously mean EVERYONE and EVERYTHING) is getting on my nerves is to live like a hermit on some desolated mountian top with just my cable tv (hey, a gal has to watch her fave soapy dramas rite?), my laptop (well, i said i didn't want people bothering me, doesn't mean i didn't want to bother people!) and of cos, my handphone (wat can i say? I am a gal, i need to talk! Hahaaha.). Occassionally, a copter will fly pass and drop a carton of 'neccessities', filled with food, water, alcohol, chocolates, magazines, clothes, toiletries and wat not. With all that electrical equipment, wat am i going to do for electricity u say? Well, throw in one solar energy generator! There! I am set for life! Yah rite.
Wat about shopping centres, u say? Well, there's always online shopping rite?! Now, if i could just give them my shipping address... haha..

Hey! It's my fantasy! Can't i even be happy in my own fantasy?? Damned!

God save the Queen... i think it's more like God save me... then again.. God's too busy to even know i exisit... Sigh.

Wasted

God, i love alcohol. But it's been ages since i got wasted.
I remember that i used to get wasted almost every Friday and Saturday night since i was 18. Those were the good old days. Zouk, China Jump, Madam Wong, were my frequent haunts. I prefer China Jump cos the music is good, the dance floor is big and it's at Chimjes! Wat more can u ask for? Zouk's good for potent drinks and Madam Wong.. that's where the pretty people hang out. But of cos, that's like a gazzilion million years ago, well, to me it is (that's how old i actually feel).

There's this Christmas that i particularly remember.. It was xxxx. I was with a bunch of friends at Zouk. 6 gals and a few boyfrens. We ordered 2 jugs of long island tea for us gals. The guys had their own drinks. 6 gals, 2 jugs, no problems rite? WRONG! My 4 other galfrens apparently had their own ideas of drinking, which is actually SIPPING! Ended up, just 1 gal and me had to finish up the 2 jugs! Gosh, that's like 1 jug per pax! No biggie u say? Well, not if u do it within 1 hour! By the time we were done, we were so wasted! Yah, seriously wasted. Ok, i still seemed fine (at that time, but of cos, that's not the end of my part of the story) .. my galfren got it worse! A little while later, she went to the Zouk toilet to puke her guts out. She was practically hugging the toilet bowl refusing to leave the cubicle. Oh yah, guess who's the one who was with her there? Yup, me truly. I had to kinda sheepishly explain to the other gals queuing for cubes that my galfren is seriously wasted, please forgive us for hogging 1 very preciously cubicle. Some of the other clubbers were very nice, they actually came over and asked if we were ok, how was my fren, etc.
U know how it is when u have been downing alcohol, refusing to stop dancing until the very last minute when your bladder is going to like explode and u rush to the toilet to find one very loooooong queue of gals all standing with their legs crossed? Yup. 1 cubicle can be life or death in that kind of situation.
So ok, after she finally puked everything out and could get onto her 2 feet, we left Zouk.... Here comes the fun part... MINE. The guys were also tipsy so nobody drove (see, we are all good citizens even back then, if u drink, dun drive). We took 2 cabs back to a fren's place to bunk over.. I said i seemed fine rite? Well, 'seemed' is the key word here. In the cab, i started to feel queasy, bloodly cab uncle was driving like a race course driver, i guess he tot we were all wasted and needed to get home in a hurry. But it didn't help my stomach! And all the turns and bumps did nothing too. The whole trip from Zouk back to Pasir Ris, i was trying my best to hold it all in. And then the inevitable happened... when the cab stopped at some traffic light in Pasir Ris (yes, i was that close), i had to open the door and PUKE! Luckily, it was like 3am in the morning and there were no other cars around. I dun think other cars behind would appreciate stopping for me to puke. Haha. That's not all to the story.
So, we got back to the house. And i still looked fine... went toilet and all that.. then guess wat? I laid on the floor and started HYPERVENTILATING! I was convulsing on the floor.. my frens were like 'wat the fuck??' Luckily, 1 guy was a medic and he took a plastic bag and asked me to breathe into it. Ok, anyways, i survived. Guess u have never heard of hyperventilating when one is wasted. LOL.

Wat am i?

In short, I am a shopaholic, alcoholic, chocoholic insomniac and part-time nymphomaniac. Yes, it's true.
Is shopping better than sex? Definitely! Especially when it's done with someone else's money!
Is booze better than sex? No, but sometimes it helps.
Are chocs better than sex? Depends on wat brand u bought.
Is sleep better than sex? Not unless it's after sex!