The rambling escapist with clipped wings

Am back.....

2008-04-26T17:54:00.005Z

It's been awhile since I blogged. Yes I blog for work but it doesn't count. And I don't get to ramble. Rather I still do but its just less rambly. What inspired me to come back??
I dunno really.. i was just blog hopping just now and I miss just making sense out of nonsense, writing snippets of poetry, prose and putting them in a store room.

Since I started writing for a living, I've not written about my life. But rather written about peoples' lives.
It's a lonely thing. Writing.
You're like a voyeur. Observing looking into people's life and affairs. And you hope you never get written about because people would see how empty you are.

Maybe it's just me. Am just a tugboat running on empty.

I am a commitment phobe. I am pretty sure I've said that before. Thats why i never complete things even though i know they are important or helpful to me.
Or maybe I am the sort that doesn't like endings.

Even if they are happy endings.

Is this fear of endings a result of my fear of commitment. Or are my fears a result of ending a commitment.

Simply because I don't want it to end?

Ailsa said that am Type A when it comes to work and Type B when it comes to life.

Is that a good thing I don't know. But it ties back to commitment again. I procrastinate when I need to make a decision. Not all the time but well most times.

Ok so yes I ramble. I have off tangent thoughts all the time even as I type this out.

I need to head back to real work, somehow I gotta churn it out tonight. And I have chuch tmr.

Oy vey. (That's Jewish hmmm is that considered blasphemy)

Nights to all.

Smouldering Saigon

2007-04-18T16:54:00.000Z

Vietnam..Ho Chih Minh, Saigon .
To those that have been bugging me daily.. (you know who you are.. -.- ) Here they are finally. Not all up prolly just Day 1 and a bitty from Day 2

The first few shots I took there were in a temple.

Notre Dame Cathedral

Some shots on random people

(Yes Gab girls are aplenty..the next few is for you)

And yes they do grow old eventually.

That's all for now till the weekend.

tHread-the- Miles

2007-02-24T20:04:00.000Z

Jason asked me just now what is it I wanted to do in future.(Thanks Bud.)

And this question I've been asked to death a million times.

And this question I've questioned myself to death a million times.

And then suddenly in the shower just a couple of moments ago...

I realised what is it I wanted.

:)

It'll be a tough dream to persue.

I'll need courage, wisdom, grace, and divine intervention.

Y'know...It seems so blur and foggy. Yet it's plain clear to see.

What I've done in the past and present are just little signposts and lessons to guide me to where I will be. Just that I've never realised it till a moment ago.

Now its just up to me and my battles. And tHread-the-Miles till I reach my destination ;)

Fightingg!

Damn Fucking Brilliant.

2006-12-01T15:15:00.000Z

I gotta say this..

My brother is an effing dumbarse but I must say he is effing creative.
He wrote a bloody letter and presented it to my mom. And this letter I am gonna share with you guys. And trust me after reading it I dunno whether to laugh or to cry. He is such a irritating piece of shit I tell ya
Gosh I feel like going over to his comatose sleeping body (just cos he quarrelled with mom again after windowshopping. He refuses to have his dinner and went to his room to sleep.) I so wanna walk over and stomp on his crazy head and strangle him now.
I gotta justify this.
As strict as she is. As many things that I don't understand about her. As restrictive as she is at time (ok most of the time.)
And not just cos she has my bloglink and I am not allowed to write anything bad about her and much less swear.

My mom is the sweetest thing ever she saves like crazy to give us what we want.
Trips presents etc. We ain't rich but we have everything. I'm used to hand me downs, I eat last nights dinner for lunch or for dinner again. It's just that this dumbarse is a freaking emo shithead and thinks underwise. Effing Spoilt brat. He should be contented and be ashamed that he even thinks of such.

If I were as self-sacrificing as her I should be made a saint now. Nuff said.
Why can't the bro see that..
Oh yea he can't see past his own GLOW.. too holy..too good for this damn family, too self sacrificing..too SELF SUFFERING.. Everybody say AWWWwww

Sorry Mom if you happen to see this and think that I am washing dirty linen in public but this work from an effing genius is too good not to share. If I were you I would be too heartbroken. (If you arent already) But you never say anything you just sigh and ask me to keep quiet and still you're defending him. Even now.
Such is the power of love.
But that arse doesnt see it.
To clarify:
1) He lost his ipod twice. Once in the loo the other time apparently some one stole it.Someone from the class but he was tooo myopic and chicken shit to stand up to suggest that they do a search.
2) Hell my mom buys stuff for us. He thinks she is rich and she oughts to buy stuff for him when they head out
3) He doesn't understand the idea of common property and sharing.
4)He doesn't understand or see that he has an expensive hobby. and conveniently leaves them out in the letter.
Overclocking his comps and getting new gadgets and stuff like headphones LCD screens what other shit he blows up.

I think he should be made President. Cos all of them are arses, selfish, stupid, selfcentred and yea Brilliantly Dumb.

I took the effort to retype this junk. So take the effort to finish it.

___________________________________________________

Dear Greg,

Mum will be presenting you a iPOD this Christmas!
You are gonna love it! Isn’t this what you’re after?

There is nothing wrong with this note, The printer is cranky.
--Insert a box with really fine print---

Have a lovely Christmas Sweetheart
God Bless!
Your Loving Mum!
25/12/2005
_______________________

Extra notes when enlarged (Discovered on 30/11/06)

However there are terms and conditions that you will have to know yeah? They are quite relaxed in my opinion.

Terms and Conditions:

1) It is a one year contract that you have to adhere to at all times. There is no way you can break th agreement. The free gift that comes with this would be the APPLE iPOD 60GB (srp:$650) Hurray! (You will have to pay a fraction of it about 200 as I wont have enough money to pay a fraction of it, about $200 as I wont have enough money to pay the hefty cost of it but the annual savings that I will get eventually, in detail below would be more than sufficient to make up for the short term loss.)

2) You’ll be deprived of your material needs till the end of the following year, or forever.
3) The last item you’ll receive from me would be the MAMBO bad that will be present to you on Feb/March.
4) You won’t get a shoe from me this year even if the sole is totally worn out or has holes in them- go beg your brother for one.
5) Read this carefully- I wont be getting you ANY and I mean ANY clothes since your body frame is apparently a duplicate of NICHOLAS and thus you can use his.
6) Do consider that fact that you might not have the opportunity to put on the clothes NICHOLAS has as:
i) They might not fit

ii) He wouldn’t allow you to wear(rare occurrence)

iii) He wears it all the time and it’s always in the laundry basket

iv) Overly SENSITIVE you might think that he will he wearing it the day after and decide not to wear them

v) You are fearful of being known as the person who “WEARS-EVERYTHING-NICHOLAS-OWNS” including undergarments and accessories.
7)Don’t expect to have the same treatment NICHOLAS had or has as you are from INNOVA- you dumb-fuck!

8)You can only get your PROM outfit only if NICHOLAS demands it. Unfortunately, you can only dream of such a privilege since NICHOLAS has already graduated from school so you can go day-dream for all I care ;P

9) As an alternative you can put on NICHOLAS’S new OFFICE WEAR for prom night(I don’t give a shit about the theme.. what ht fuck is masquerade?) However, this is subjected to availability as
i) NICHOLAS might have worn it the day before and it stinks now
ii) It’s still in the laundry basket
iii)NICHOLAS might coax you into thinking you look awful in the outfit
iv)You might have a fight the night before over this issue and PETTY you may not be THICK-SKINNED enough to ask him again for a loan.

10) You have to get your own tie. No ties provided till NICHOLAS buys them. You can wear the school tie if you are desperate enough… and wait! The savings you have in there? You can use them for all I care yeah? We know you are never successful at saving money due to such stringent agreements.

11) Thus, window shopping will never happen to please you since you wouldn’t get anything anyway. Besides window shopping might aggravate the situation as you are only allowed to view items but not own them.

12) I will try to make you feel better by saying that you might be doing better than NICHOLAS for A’s though it will never be the case as you are from INNOVA! Dumbfuck!
13) I will be adopting the used-and-proven tactic of pleasing you only after you are deprived of certain things you want. For example, I will try to make you feel better by saying that I’m more than willing to sponsor you to UK for an overseas EDUCATIONAL trip when the trip is over as I, apparently, never heard of it.

14) You’ll be coaxed into signing another year of contract by the temptation to have a PC upgrade of which you might not be interested in since you are going to be enlisted soon in January 11 2007. Even if you do, please do that whine that you won’t get to use it- everything is catered to NICHOLAS who will be reaping the benefits of the new PC eventually/
15)To make the bitter pill easier for consumption, I will put up with your rants and complaints. I’ll treat you to a luxurious meal once in two months too.
Total Value=$999,999,999)

This is a computer generated contract and no signature is required to authorize this agreement. Besides I know you are foolish enough to fall into this trap.

speechless

2006-11-28T17:07:00.000Z

Have you ever been quoted and being grossly misrepresented and taken out of context...
Leading to a host of events that you never knew precipitated untill it's over. Leaving behind remnants of carnage that you never ever thought an utterance out of goodwill could cause.

Like a captain of an army ship waving his hanky at a fly.. he launched an attack that costed him the lives of his crew.. and him being demoted one legged and scorned.

Am never gonna use Rhethorics or play Devil's advocate ever again.
In fact people.. Don't ever speak to me again about your problems.

To be honest am so so sad and disappointed that people should think me such.
I think am gonna shut up. :"(

I need a hug.

A song of the poor, lazy, quick tempered lassy that lives down the lane

2006-10-27T15:46:00.000Z

A song of the poor, lazy, quick tempered lassy that lives down the lane...

Spending like a rich girl but am as poor as a pauper.
I haven’t much to give
I haven’t much to show
I haven’t much to offer
I haven’t much at all

Wasn’t born with beauty
Wasn’t born in riches
All I have is a quick tempered mouth
And a head full of nonsense

I dream of roaming the streets of Spain
Barefooted and careless
Running free in the Black Forest
Drinking by a river with the horses

Weaving romantic Istanbul
Perfumed Scents embraces
Sweaty Sticky in San Paulo
Tall Iced Tea in chilled glasses

Having a bagel in Manhattan
Tall boots, couture and Calendar dates filled
Combing the alleys of Lahore
Discovering flea markets and cool trinkets

Staring into the Nectar pool of Amritsar
Feeling the Marble neath my skin
Kissing the soil in Jerusalem
Singing a song in my heart

I dream of singing to the masses
With all my heart out with no stresses
Going to work in the mornings
With no jam and mad rushes

Having a decent boss or two
That I can give respect due
Walking down the halls of a campus
Notebook pens and tassels

But now I see me
And then I see you
Reality is what it is to be
Am aloof, alone, scared and strengthless

I wish I had the power to make it all go away
All pain and suffering just happiness in it’s place
I wish I had done more to get us out of this
And all time passed has been wasted.

I hate when I am rude
I hate to see you sick
I hate that I am weak
I hate that I don’t help much
Not ‘cos am busy but am lazy
And I wish am not too late

It's gonna be an expensive month

2006-09-27T10:33:00.001Z

Oct is gonna be an expensive Month for many people.
Did I ever start my Theory for Oct Babies?
Human Gestation pediod is 9 months and about nine months back it be Jan/Feb..
And what in that month Valentines Day..
The New year new resolutions New fevour, New whatever
So the birds and the bees get buzzing..
And in temperate countries Winter and its freezing..
So people need some activity..

Ok so that is my Theory for the large numbers of October/Nov babies..

My MCS groupies within the 5 of us, excluding Gab (technically not MCS and not girl)
Angeline 11 Oct
Peiqi 21 Oct
Mel 23 Oct
Cherisse 27 Oct (*coughs*)

And then there is Mcs/Wls Grace 16 Oct, Cousin Timothy 21 Oct, Pal Sarah 28 Oct and then the few in early Nov.

Gosh Am gonna be so darn broke.

"There is something very attractive..."

2006-09-22T11:22:00.000Z

A guy-friend said, "There is something attractive about a woman doing the dishes"

"No way, her hands are soggy, she's probably harrassed and messy. Washing dishes is a boring task. It' s chore for goodness sake"

I had to eat my words today, as I was buying Papaya and lemons(w00t!!) after borrowing some DVDs to have over dinner that "theonlyonethatrilesme" was preparing at home.. (He is actually still preparing it now in the kitchen.)

Anyway back to topic..

"There is something very attractive about a guy buying groceries."

Selecting fruits in particular. Makes him seem more.. what's that word.. not domesticated.. not real..ah yes more humble.

Perhaps that's cos the guys I know rarely step into a supermart unless uber-necessary..other than "theonlyonethatrilesme" of course cos he is either a closet-case or making sure that Place A is cheaper than Place B..And they are usually just waiting to be served.(OKOK My control and observation group is perhaps tooo small, so just don't scream BLOODY FEMINIST at me.. Am Bloody not.)

Well that statement above holds.. the attractive bit that is.. "if he doesn't have a ring in one and a pram on another."

Not that the lad I saw had. :)

EDIT: Ahh Chef-genes run in the family. Was pretty tasty I must say.

RSAF Open House

2006-09-03T13:47:00.000Z

Gab insisted on us heading down to the RSAF open house. Wasn't too keen intially wasnt feeling too good. Well it's better than I expected and very crowded too. Fiona Xie was supposed to head down on the next day, that do good for recruitment.. But laddies she aint gonna be there when you slog and train. I swear his cousin, Yasushi is hyperactive. His aunt was really into celebrity gossips and his uncle, a Jap being the shrewd businessman was thinking of development plans at Paya Lebar. Puahah.
But dang my phone got killed at Casaurina Prata Shop when we headed over there for dinner..argh. Heart pain..damn pain. ARGH.

Boo to trade ins no one has spare phone no more. Good thing N is loaning me his.
Having a phone is crucial in times like this when am waiting for calls and me can't afford any more luxuries or expensive purchases like new phones because am officially UNEMPLOYED.

Enjoy the pics.. am tired of words hence the pic posts instead. And that's bad for a writer. Hating words. Sigh.

Hot date on a cool night ;)

2006-08-31T16:19:00.000Z

Onion Salad..Yes Pure Onion Rawness

With the Tangy sauce

Wasnt as good as the last time..Beef Stew

Grilled Onigiri..Yum!

Yakitori..not too bad

Naturally Oily greasy sweet

Burbur Hitam

Smiley eh...LOL

WOMAD

2006-08-27T16:39:00.000Z

I never had so much fun.. never knew that I would ever party..as in dance scream drink(water and oolong tea)

lol now i know why..
They can't be discos pubs or clubs. They gotta be outdoors under the stars, with loads of music, happy people, picnic baskets, jelloshots(i just had one), barefooted if you can tolerate having your feet trampled, full of energy, sweat, singing and just moving to the flow, even though this irritating french dude beside me was smoking, for once i did not mind the passive smoking.. not at all.. But the lady in front of me sure did, cos she got singed.
If this was crowded..i can't imagine Woodstock.
It's gonna be marked in my calendars again next year and the year after......
I so feel like a bohemian hippy chick lol..

By the way the above was Chalk Street Art. Pretty eh

Womad entrance

Deedee

Workshop-Brazilian Capoeira

Korean Drums and brush painting

Susanna Baca

Jimmy Cliff

Crowds.. there was barely room to dance

Next... Shiny Happy People....... Literally with our faces all glowing

Rubin Deedee Me

Leo Me Deedee

Deedee me and abit of Leo

Deedee me

Leo Me

2006-08-17T13:38:00.000Z

Ginger took a piece of paper and started drawing.
“Why are you drawing?” asked Pepper inquisitively.
“What are you drawing?” Said Mint bubbly.
Ginger ignored them and continued to draw.
Pepper stared at Mint and shrugged.
Mint looked at Pepper with a smile.
Then looked over to Ginger and smirked.
Hand in hand Pepper and Mint walked towards Licorice and whispered.
Licorice with eyes wide opened, jaw dropped, shuffled towards Gummy.
Gummy did not know Ginger and was just an acquaintance to Licorice.
But the story was passed from one to another.
Adjectives were added and dropped. Stories were Lengthened and shortened.
Ginger looked up occasionally from the drawing but still went on.
The crowed laughed, sniggered, shook their heads and whispered piteously.
They peeped, they commented, but did nothing.
Finally Ginger completed the piece and smiled at it.
Next Ginger started tearing it into bits towards the wind.
Ginger did not care what was drawn, what was said, what was still being passed around.
Ginger did what Ginger wanted.
Then Ginger climbed over the wall.

Marymount Convent Marian Centre Alumni

2006-08-16T09:52:00.000Z

No time to edit Or read through. Glaring errors just make do:)Next would be horror stories committed by the boys and the more fun stuff we did
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Marian Centre Part One.

Melinda, Angeline, Weili, Peiqi, Gabriel, Vincent.. the few I still meet up with, since we left after 1994. Some earlier than others. I think Marian Centre shaped all of us in different ways. As I think back as much as I hated it there I loved it.I've been back there to volunteer a day or two after school while I was teaching in Marymount and Westlake but hmmm feels so differnt at the new location at Rose Hut. Mother Theresas home took our OUR building.
When i am rich I will buy it back for Marian Centre.*nods*

To those not involved, Marian Centre was for the underprivileged or wayward kids. But that was a misconception. Perhaps, there were some that were from broken families, working single moms, busy dads, perhaps too there were some among us that had troubled childhoods and things that the sisters and teachers kept from us. But all in all Marian Centre was just a day care centre for us to hang around before school or after school.

There are so many memories and visuals that now appear before me as I type. My first memory weirdly was of Melinda’s slippers. Pale green, mint. With an ice-cream print on it. Then Miss Lim (Mrs Martina Wee who we sorely miss and are trying to contact) telling us to put our backpacks on the shelf.

I remember the rainy days when Melinda’s Dad will drop us off where Uncle John used to park, near that really old and tall Caucasian sister’s room.(Her name eludes me now but I am sure to recall it EDIT: Sure I did Sister Ita/Etta). The room we never entered till we were in Primary Six (it was during that period of time when horror stories were flung everywhere after the AVA room incident and she brought us all in and prayed with us)

Breakfast was usually a cup of Milo or very rarely Nestum. We always had Khong Guan biscuits in a tin in the corner shelf in the Recreational Room. There was a period of time we always got Poh Chee to help us buy Nissin cup noodles. Usually one of the earlier few to arrive, we would scream and run about till Miss Lim or Miss Leong came up the slope and entered the drive-way with their heavy bags.

The teachers/volunteers, I think they were paid but very little. Miss Lim was new as were were new when we entered in Primary One. I would put her at 24-25 then, she told us that she had a calling from Mary to help out at Marian Centre) We loved Miss Lim. We did. Friendly and quiet demeanour, large smiling eyes (probably Peranakan come to think of it), petite, and if I remember correctly she had a little dark almost bluish mole near her thumb. She was like the Good Witch to the North to Miss Leong’s evil persona - Fair, tall, fierce, loud and less personable. Miss Lim was open to hugs while Miss Leong simply grunted. But that was then in all honesty she wasn’t all that bad. Probably we were prejudiced simply because she gave us more assessment homework and harder spelling lists. Miss Wee and her plaid huge shirts bobbed hairdo and uber crisp English,(that we eventually realised that she was a friend of our speech and drama teacher and taught at her school occasionally- that reminds me Sid still owes me $50s for 2 lessons I taught early last year). Miss D’Cruz was a horror, we hated and her and we still do. Maybe except for Poh Chee she was the Teacher’s Pet. I remember her hitting someone and the person cried. Can’t remember who though.(hehe I think we are evil for excluding her on our weekly excursions). Oh yes Lisa more volunteer than teacher I think she was after JC or Uni. Dark long bushy hair bespectacled and she was a great artist, she sorta taught us to colour properly lol. There after we started colouring all our prayer books. Sha gave me a mug with my name engraved. I still use it and have it actually. I dunno whether was it her who taugh us how to play bluff or was in Dominic and Co a bunch of students from Catholic JC. They seemed so old compared to out 8-10s. Gosh look at us now. Who would have thought we'd ever turn 24. lol.

The sisters that were in charge of Marian Centre came and went. Some I remember vividly some I don’t. Sister Rosita was in charge when we first entered, a Filipino of little words, friendly and warm no doubt. Sister Lucy was soft spoken and so was Sister Agnes.
Sister Rosalind came next, and allow me to say this but she was my favourite. Tall, gangly, hilarious and she was so easy going. She’s had a personality that I would akin to that of a favourite aunt – the aunt that would come over to your place without warning and giving you toys and colouring books, trying your burnt cookies, talking to you about the most mundane of things and making them funny and then suddenly zipping off on another mission to save the world. But she left us after awhile to head the hostel and Sister Colette came into the picture. Till now I still have mixed thoughts about her. She always seemed so distant and so protocol-ish Looking a little like Whoppi Goldberg in a veil in Sisters Act, just tinier and very very taciturn. Her pluses were there, like teaching us how to make jewellery to sell during the Primary 6 Carnival, and allowing us to set up the Haunted house in the Resting-Room that was a HUGEHUGE success and we made so many people cry.

Uncle John, the skinny smiling fair-skinned old man that used to drive us around on Excursions and grocery shopping. Our group only became the privileged few after we got up to upper primary and were allowed to go on shopping trips. I remember the first Uncle John left and we sang “For he’s a jolly good fellow, the other uncle took over a darker uncle. But the ironic thing was- this Uncle John was not called John but for ease of remembering cos we were precocious young little girls, Sister Colette asked if we could call him that. Hmm… which then makes me wonder if the first Uncle John was an Uncle John in the first place?

Birthdays were a treat, other than presents we had a cake - The Pandan Kaya Cake. Gengawan Solo. I have not had a slice of that after we left in 94 Not the chiffon one but the one with the layer of coconut shavings. Talking about food, how we hated Fried Rice then. I actually kinda like Peas now but I cant say the same for Mel. We used to passed them under the table with a spoon to Vivienna without being caught. Mel loved the chicken necks that were used to cook our chicken porridge. We all loved the Shepherd’s Pie that Auntie Jacinta a Sri Lankan auntie used to prepare. She kept chickens in a coop and the eggs used to break before they hatched. She came after Auntie Luciana left. I think we were quite a handful and she was getting quite old and her daughter Angie/Anqi I think, was a little mentally challenged. I saw them once a long time back while shopping I don’t remember if I called out to them though.

And those piano sessions we had at the hall. It was our playground on rainy days, I think someone fell once and chipped front tooth, I think it was Cindy but I may be wrong. Marian Centre encouraged me to sing on stage. I dunno how I found the courage and that I did not get stage fright like now or how they knew I could sing in the first place but Sister Eugene I remember was always asking me to sing. But we learnt a lot of songs there, like that “Let it be” music book that belonged to Miss Lim that by the end of our sith year was reduced to a couple of separated piles of song sheets. Molly Malone was taught by an Irish Volunteer that came to help. I remember her smoking behind at the field after tea.

Tea was sponsored stuff from The Bake House along Novena. The UFO as we termed it was the cinnamon rolls that everyone wd fight for. The sausage rolls were the other hot favourite.

I realised we had lots of play time even though it did not feel like it then. We used to catch grasshoppers with our hands and kept them in plastic bags. Weili was the best catcher. We had Rounders sessions too and that in away attributed to my fear of ball games for awhile when one red hard plastic ball slammed me hard on my cheek during a game. Durian Trees, Rambutan trees, Mango Trees, we were pretty lucky eh come to think of it.

I remember me loving the feel of barefeet on smooth cemented floors, walking around the recreation room during our study times of 9-1030 I think before Prayer time and Lunch. We were horrible we usually chose the shortest Hymn so that we could rush to Lunch quickly. “ In his time”, or “In moments like this”. We thought we could get away with it, singina our TWO FAVOURITE S but Miss Lim realised after awhile and made us sing two more if we did that. Bummer.

Marian Centre taught us chores by giving each of us a duty too like sweeping the floor, mopping clearing the bin. It was good if you had a friend planning the Roster. She’d prolly give you easier task. I hated anything that would need me to enter the storeroom under the stairs cos there were HUGE Lizards in there.

Diary writing. That was also another hilarious thing we had to do. It was boring and it meant extra homework. I did not keep my book but maybe Mel still has it.(CHECKED : SHE STILL HAS IT) Itwould probably go like this.

“ Dear Diary, Today I went to Marian Centre at 730, I was very sleepy because I slept late last night. We had study time and I got 9/10 for my spelling because I spelt hipppopopotamus wrongly. We had prayer time, then lunch time.We had fried rice. Then we changed into our uniforms and then we played on the swing. Then at 1 we heard the bell ring and then we ran to school. Lucky we were in time and the Prefect did not take down my name. Then after school we went home.”

Realise the many thens.. I remember one of the teachers chastising us for using THEN all the time. Till now I limit my thens.

That’s kinda long for a first Nostalgic post.

As I said just now we should start an Alumni. :)
Marymount Marian Centre Alumni. Pretty cool eh.

And look what i found:)

Back row: Sister Colette, Sister Ita/Etta,(Dunno), Sister Mary(I think), (Dunno)
Front seat: (Dunno)(Dunno) Sister Eugene.

I remember seeing her around as a trainee nun there

Hail.. My first lyrics post.

2006-08-14T06:51:00.000Z

Hail.. My first lyrics post.

When I was in my Purist phase. Simple clean unlayered not overly mixed vocals with a single instrument I was listening to Vienna Teng, Ken Oak, Ben folds Five..
But then old school rock rules my world again.. I needed my Queen, Pearl Jam, Def Leppard and Red Hot Chilli fix.

Weird though am a writer, when i listen to songs, melody, music arrangement gets to me first before lyrics. And usually unless I am really into the music I will look for the lyrics and even head to google or songfacts to get the lyricists take or to find out on interpretations at Leo lyrics so see how people interpret the songs.

Am gonna be a fan girl again and gush over her.
I love her songs but I never really did sit and listen to them word for word.
And when I did I fell in love all over again.
And i almost get envious when I see well written lyrics cos they're almost like poems actually.

Here is the link to her song from her website.

http://audio.viennateng.com/warm/viennateng-homecoming.mp3 (i dunno how to make it clikable:()

Homecoming (Walter's Song) Lyrics
words and music by Vienna Teng

it's desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my ears
hot coffee in a clean white mug and a smile when the waitress hears
that I was born in North Carolina
not an hour from her home town
and we used to play the same pizza parlor pinball

and there's a glance in time suspended as I wonder how it is
we've been swept up just by circumstance to where the coyote lives
where my days are strips of highway
and she's wiping tables down
holding on and still waiting for that windfall

but I've come home
even though I've never had so far to go
I've come home

I pay the check and leave the change from a crumpled ten-dollar bill
head across the street where VACANCY is burning in neon still
well the night eats up my body heat
and there's no sign of another
and I find myself slipping down into that black

but things are good I've got a lot of followers of my faith
I've got a whole congregation living in my head these days
and I'm preaching from the pulpit
to cries of “Amen brother”
closing my eyes to feel the warmth come back

and I've come home
even though I swear I've never been so alone
I've come home

I just want to be living as I'm dying
just like everybody here
just want to know my little flicker of time is worthwhile
and I don't know where I'm driving to
but I know I'm getting old
and there's a blessing in every moment every mile

thin white terry bars of soap and a couple little plastic cups
old Gideons Bible in the nightstand drawer saying “Go on open up”
well I'll kneel down on the carpet here
though I never was sure of God
think tonight I'll give Him the benefit of the doubt

I switch off the lights and imagine that waitress outlined in the bed
her hair falling all around me
I smile and shake my head
well we all write our own endings
and we all have our own scars
but tonight I think I see what it's all about

because I've come home
I've come home

Last Night at Timbre

2006-08-12T18:23:00.000Z

Pics from Neil's blog
Band playing was Timmy's.
Drink was really nice white wine and yucky ventolin tasting lychee something
People were 5 ladies.
*scratch and edit*
4 ladies and a lucky guy.
Neil.. for the uninitiated. Angel's bf. aka Boss.

From L-R
Me. Angel. Dee. Ail.

Drama Queen.No not me. And all would agree.:)
Say Aye!!!
AYE!!

Redang pics

2006-08-12T18:18:00.000Z

Candid Shot. Pity crooked horizon.

Resident Kuching in the Resort.

Star!!

Ice Kachang.

Group Shot

Squiggly lights. Flash and too dark.

Of Karma and guys with pink bags

2006-08-08T19:25:00.000Z

Bad. Nothing was averted. I have it full swing smacked right left back centre top bottom.

-Boss refused my increment. And I am barely speaking to him. It's like communicate only when necessary.And that too is very unecessary.
-Missed the Advanced theory paper by a blooody minute. So near yet so far cheesily apt.
-Paper more than a month and half to go. And i had vowed earlier NEVER to ever touch the damn book again. I suppose spoken too early. dammit.
-Jap Lessons. Forgot a Shukudai paper took a cab home in the morn.
Cabbed dwn to Paragon walked dwn Orchard to Delphi for lessons in killer heels.To see a note that the office was closed for the day cos the manager passed away.
-Fell ill.The works. Nose is peeling from too much sneezing.

I think its KARMA
- a shop auntie charged me 1.50 but the thingy costed 2.30 cos there were 2 price tags and i think the higher should be accurate.
-a cabbie returned me 7.30 when i gave him a twenty when my fare costed 16.70.
But in both instances i left and before i cld register the mistake.
-Karma lessened cos i gave my seats 2x to an old lady and another time to a pregnant lady.
-I gave a lady selling tissue some money.
-I was nice to Gregory.

Henceforth I will check my change more accurately and be nice. "The being nicer to Greg" clause would be very tough. Very very tough.

_____________

We were walking towards Marina Sq via Citylink to watch the fireworks. The me as usual having loads to carry, Gab was helping me with a bag. It's legit the bag was heavy.

A couple walked passed. The guy with a minimini lil bag in tow.

Me:" I really can't understand girls that let their boyfriends carry their lil handbags. Huge heavy bags,shopping bags I understand but little handbags i think it makes the guy look bad." Peiqi agreed.

Him:"ok Kinda sweet what"

Me: o.O erm ok.

I dunno if he was kidding or not but its hella embarrassing seeing a guy with a pink handbag. I feel bad for them really.

2006-07-29T15:44:00.000Z

Something's not feeling right.
Something's gonna happen.
Call it Issie-sense but something feels wrong.
Maybe typing it out will avert it.

*shrugs*

Our Last Day

2006-07-22T16:19:00.000Z

Look out for "Our Last Day"

All burnt and heat-stroke but worth it

TWISTED. Are you smart.. Or just depraved.

2006-07-20T02:49:00.000Z

Goodness gracious me. Have a laugh!
Betcha none of you will get it right!!

First-grade teacher, Ms Neelam (Age 28) was having trouble with one ofstudents.
The teacher asked,"Boy. what is your problem?"
Boy answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade.
My sister is in the third-grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!"

Ms Neelam had enough. She took Boy. to the principal's office. While Boywaited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms Neelam he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was
to go back to the first-grade and behave. She agreed. Boy was brought in and the conditions
were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"
Boy.: "9".

Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"
Boy.: "36".

And so it went with every question the principal
thought a third-grade
should know.

The principal looks at Ms Neelam and tells her, "I think Boy can go to
the third-grade."
Ms Neelam says to the principal, "I have some of my own questions. Can I
ask him ?"

The principal and Boy both agree.

Ms Neelam asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?
Boy., after a moment "Legs."

Ms Nee lam: "What is in your pants that you have
but I do not have?"
Boy.: "Pockets."

Ms Neelam: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?
Boy.: Coconut

Ms Neelam: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft And sticky?
The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer.
Boy taking charge.
Boy.: Bubblegum

Ms Neelam: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs? The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...
Boy.: Shake hands

Ms Neelam: Now I will ask some "Who am I" sort
of questions, okay?
Boy.: Yep.

Ms Neelam: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me
up. I get wet before you do.
Boy.: Tent

Ms Neelam: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored.
The best man always has me first.The Principal was looking restless, a bittense
and took one large Patiala Vodka peg.
Boy.: Wedding Ring

Ms Neelam: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.
Boy.: Nose

Ms Neelam: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.
Boy.: Arrow

Ms Neelam: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' that means lot of heat and excitement ?
Boy.: Firetruck

Ms Neelam: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' & if u dont getit u have to use ur hand.
Boy.: Fork

Ms Neelam: What is it that all men have one of it's longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn't use his and a man gives it to his wife after they're married ?
Boy.: SURNAME

Ms Neelam: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, & is responsible for making love ?
Boy.: HEART.

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher, "Send
this Boy to Delhi University, I got the last ten questions wrong myself !"

Thank you...

2006-07-13T16:29:00.000Z

Thank you for being an arse.
Thank you for being a whiny bastard.
Thank you for being a closet gay.
Thank you for being a Drama Queen.
Thank you for being a Giam Siap Gwee.
Thank you for being a Hum Sap Lou.
Thank you for being short tempered.
Thank you for being long winded.
Thank you for being a cheapskate pig that guzzles at buffets.
Thank you for being a stupid-smarty pants.
Thank you for being a two faced toad.
Thank you for thinking you're fantastic.
Thank you for being a sickening confident smug spud.
Thank you for being such a rotten person.
Thank you for thinking you're a know it all.
But you dont know this.
Thank you for the F-king Fish. (Gotta have this tribute to Mr Adams)
Am leaving and you go clear your shit and do it all.
I finally knew that it was time. Don't Bawl.
Goodbye.
And Good luck on your empty shell.
And am reminding you there is a HELL.

Warmest Regards,
Cherisse

All we ever do...

2006-06-22T03:51:00.000Z

Sitting by the café sidewalks,
Chilling with the crew,
There’s so much time and truly little that we can do.
Puffing on ciggies,
Strumming on guitars,
Buffering our nails by our lips,
We're fools.

All we ever do is write our silly lil’ poems,
Act our silly lil’ plays,
Rant about our love lives and gripe about our pays.
All we ever do is write our silly lil’ songs,
Angsty and painful,
But what we are to do?
We’re never good enough for you.

Some'd die for dreams that never materialize,
Eating bread with butter(at least there is butter!),
While you lug around your Jimmy Choos.
Sleeping earlier cos we’re hungry,
While you rub shoulders with who’s who.
Writing a lousy rhythm line,
Fighing battles with our crazed minds,
We're fools.

We were sharing Frapps,
Reading our silly poems,
Listening to the lone guitar,
Laughing at our blighted stars,
We were silly passionate fools.
Now it’s just us.
Not You.
You’re Mighty.
We’re Tools.

I love the rain.

2006-06-06T09:39:00.000Z

I love the rain.
But it never rains just before you wanna sleep..always before or when you are asleep.
Perhaps just like wishes and fleeting happiness.. They never come when you need it most.

Just a ramble before I leave the office.
Its bad when you're sleepy all the time. Damn I have eyebags and they're the double bagged kind WTF. I never had them.
It's a love-hate relationship with my job and my company and for many things. Blearh that sucks cos i know what will win eventually. Am a softie. :(

"In the end, the division of voices had left her distressed"

2006-05-22T16:20:00.000Z

"In the end, the division of voices had left her distressed"

I dunno if all writers face the same problem of butchering editors.
All was good when we had a proper subeditor who respected my voice. If she was confused she would voice out and ask me to clafify.
The Boss was not happy that she wanted to leave to write her own book so the task was delegated to the business vet and then himself to do the vetting.

And then all was gone..Initially it was alright a lil tweaks here and there,still within acceptable limits.
The writer was not bellowing just a lil hoarse.
And after the lil voice of the vet wanted to be heard more so she got a little louder.
The writer was reduced to a whisper and she lost her voice.

i hate it when they butcher the article and change my simplicity to flamboyance

There is a reason to it, we need to return to basics.
Returning to roots.Why adorn it with fairylights and plastik dewy flowers.
Why put in the effort when the glory ain't my deserving.. for the Prize isn't mine.
It's but in name my Work.

What is a writer if she loses her voice.
If taking a second opinion means to lose all of mine.
I'd rather not have any.
As i said am selfish.
You ask me if I had any pride.
My answer to you.. TOO MUCH..TOO MUCH.

"its like planting a gaudy christmas tree with ugly lightbulbs in a zen garden
well, they shall all hang like dead pigs in a store window in their next life
no apples in mouths either, thats decoration
they shall be dirty and dead and not so pink!!"
So says Le Paul.

*nods* Thanks for the quote and title.

On Placenta, Black sheeps and the Golden Ticket

2006-04-20T03:12:00.000Z

Reading an article about Tom Cruise suddenly made me think about the influence of the media in portrayal of public figures and in the same line.. public policies, world views and issues. I mean we're always been given flack and bad rep for "misrepresentation/over-presentation/under-representation"(sore issue here for me).But I think The media is trying to help push religious thoughts too. Like scientologists, like Mr Cruise are mad crazed freakazoids that eats their babies' placenta.(Which is not true by the way, he was quoted out of context when he was being sarcastic)

Ok back to topic. I don't care 2 hoots abt Tom Cruise.

I think there is a great push worldwide supported by mainstream media to return to the fold and Back to them so called Orthodox/Right religions.

1)Cos of the mayhem and in recent years maybe say after 1990s there are more pple that return to christianity or "hop into" a religion. As compared to 70s 80s 90s being deviant and proclaiming agnostic was the "in" thing

2)Prolly due to religious conflicts all over.. people do find it RIGHT to return majorly to their roots, "I can't let the other guys win", so you get the extremist

3)And of cos the general feel of miasma and forebroding that the world is gonna end with all these natural disasters. "I better go find a religion lest i turn into a lingering ghost or get swept into hell before i know it"

4)The world economy too has something to do with it. 80s was the boom period for many countries too.. The last thing they cared abt was religion

Dave says am overthinking about it.

But seeing people getting religious for the wrong reasons just gets on my nerves.

Christianity for example has a great stranglehold here. Suddenly things like cell groups, worship, etc are in to many conversations. For example kiddos nowadays are more into religions than say 10 yrs. Influenced by schoolmates and socialization opportunities they get into a religion.

So are the grey population, for the wont of friends, hope, and looking for a reason to live "hop in" too.

As for say Buddism, many more are into it cos it technically aint a religion perse but a way of life and teachings.

All these religious black sheeps will prolly go to hell(or where-ever afterlife is, if they belive in one) if they don't understand..

1) Church/ Mosque/ Temple is not one way to up yr social life
2) God isn't gonna help you if you don't help yourself.
3)If you gonna die you're gonna die.
4) Being on your Sunday best behavior and then talking shit about others in front or back of them is still Talking SHIT.
4)Going to pray on selected says doesnt ensure a ticket to heaven.
5)You better be praying cos you believe in the teachings and not cos you are asked to.

But then what again are the "WRONG REASONS". WOOHOO I love contridicting and confusing myself. The BIG BALANCE.
Gah am just being a bitter cynical bitch. Stone me.

And as always I have disclaimers to save my arse. Am stereotyping here, there are devout followers of their various schools of thought and religions.

Peace Out.

Pics Blog

2006-04-10T16:25:00.000Z

http://issieissa.blogspot.com/

Henceforth all me pics be here.

For now..just China trip.

My thoughts on food and writing and whatnots

2006-04-10T16:22:00.000Z

Having been to many food tastings and all. I do not call my self a connoisseur. In fact like music, food to me is a matter of whether I like it or not. Rarely do you find bombastic words in my articles on food (for that matter) most of my writing. Pointless I find it to splatter words that mean nothing to me, words that are either from the thesaurus or “epicurean” jargon. I’d rather describe what I feel, about it. Granted my vocabulary sucks, I don’t read enough mags and stuff to proffer my arsenal of witty quotes and stuff.

Which leaves me to wonder this evening as I went to the world gourmet summit, rubbing shoulders with the chefs and who’s who in FnB, three quarters of whom I don’t know, and none of whom that remember me or that I even bother talking to. Most of the time in media dinners and all I’m contented doing my job taking my pics sitting down bothering none and hoping (most of the time unsuccessfully) not being bothered-as it is a travesty to be quiet and minding your own business. Most of the time I just feel out of place in crowds, especially in clubs, pubs and all.
Inadequacy or self consciousness at work? Perhaps. Give me a Spinelli’s or Mr Beans anytime.

Ok I sidetracked a lot. The main question that came to mind tonight is, Do people really like what they eat/see/do/buy/whatever? Or do they like it because it is expensive/exclusive/limited edition/novelty/or whatever?

Point being I’ve tasted many horrible and weird tasting food this evening or in many reviews for that matter?

Chocolate Foie Gras, for example was the nastiest tasting piece of shit I’ve tried (my companion dumped the whole thing in the mouth only to puke it out, thankfully I nibbled and still I puked it out). Or even things like sharksfin. Abalone, birds nests(other than their purported medicinal benefits) Do they really taste that good or are they simple touted good cos they are expensive and exclusive.

In wedding banquets, promotional dinners, or when ever you want a treat, being the Asians we are these are the most common things that will be screamed wanting.

But do they really taste all that good. Sure they are expensive, but I don’t understand why force yourself to eat something nasty and expensive just for the sake of when a simple 2 bucks will buy you a papaya and lemon or popiah (ok am biased slot in your fave non expensive yummy food).

Back to writings, am I a selfish writer? Writing the way I like rather than like other lifestyle/travel/features writers..granted some do writel simply, beautifully and non bombastically and I kowtow them for it . I know for a fact am not the world’s best writer, or one close to being good for that matter? Will I be outmoded, and deemed boring unacceptable, because I don’t see a point in peppering my articles with words I don’t understand. Maybe am just lazy and inadequate and this be my excuse. Maybe.

But still I maintain my stand. Chocolate Foie Gras is a NONO.

Freak it. I hate nightmares.

2006-04-02T23:44:00.000Z

Ok this dream scared the hell out of me. It's the meds I tell ya. They make you hallucinate and crazy. My ribs and shoulders are aching from the coughing. Too bad they don't build muscles and abs.

I was at work before it all happened (as in the scary part)and I was calling this person but weirdly he did not exist in this certain company and that had been taken over by Julia Gabriel. It was formerly a recruiting agency. (Cat was the one that took the call and spoke to him 2 times but i was busy and so I did a call back later. Same number but that person did not exist.)

This person had a 3 namer. Cant remember.

So off I went home. Back towards my old home in AMK weirdly though I knew in the dream I resided in Hougang.

But within the journey I got into 4 car accidents. Met up with Mdm Peh (she was in one of them) and another friend..Weiling I think from primary school. She was talking about birthdates and that her's was a noth or two exactly after mine(I have no idea if it is true)

Got home and fell asleep and in my sleep I had a dream too. I had a rod in my hand that was forced to me that turned into a serpent and back into a rod. And voice over thingy started where this “being “ forced me to answer. “Do you believe.. Now Do you believe!” (Loud booming even evil sounding)I think I refused to answer or said it very reluctantly, And in the dream images of flooding, catastrophe and all were playing consecutively with the rod and voice.

I woke up and I had a maid.I think it was my old maid Yati. I sorta knew that I was dreaming about the previous thingy but the current dream still felt real. My dad and youngest brother were at home.
Suddenly there was a huge earth quake as I stood by the window. i saw felt everything shaking.

In my head I was thinking “Oh shit it is all my fault. 4 accidents the dream and now the earth quake. “

The lights were still working. I was rushing to pack all the things I could for first aid. And supplies. Halfway through the bloack fell to it's side. No one seemed to care. Told my bro to call my mom no one seem bothered. Father went over to the next block to share his ointment and was still taking it easy. The next block was on fire so was our block but it stopped quickly. Then the stupid alarm rang and I woke. Damn.

I was so afraid in the dream cause it felt so damn bloody real.

(Just googled to symbolism of rod and serpent. Freak it I didn’t even know it existed? Did I read it somewhere way back that caused me to dream it up or did it appear in my dream just like that?)

Freak it. I gotta go to work with my aaching body.

EDIT: Ok Now am back to bed. No appointments set for me contrary to what was said by The Doc. I gotta try to pull myself out to see the doc later. Am done with all my sunflu, cirrus cough syrup, lozenges. My ventolin pump still works thankfully. Need more stash. I wonder how am I gonna go for food reviews the next few days or conduct interviews. Wish me luck darlings.

Bloody Bollocks!

2006-03-22T16:11:00.000Z

I'm committing many cardinal sins tonight of stereotyping and overgeneralising. So to those that can't take jibes. Just Shoo. I'm not gonna bother. I know for every cheating men, they'll be *ahem* half as many cheating women. I ain's gonna care about statistics tonight. Too many broken female hearts these few nights. Hugs to all. Remember fortune wheel turns..
__________________

BLOOODY BOLLOCKS!!
I've come to a conclusion though it be voyeuristic.
(Hmm..Perhaps not. But anyhow doesn't matter.)

Guys are mozzie dung.
Period.
(sorry Maine contemplated and decided on something less consequential and minute cmpared to last night's ans)

And How did God invent guys?
Ans: God had an extra bit of playdough that was the poopoo of a fly and he just stuck it on.
And the fly needs to be undone and out to play.
That's another story.

And as I mentioned before... "the story of a curious cat that got it’s whiskers singed by the fire? hmm.. I’ll tell you when the brows grow back." (No coincidence why cats are likened to women and dogs, men.)

But girls being girls need to know everythinggggggg, Illicit ways, secretive ways, upfront and badgering ways. It be too late sometimes, it be just right. But Both ways it hurts. And yea ladies Ignorance is Bliss but still we wanna know. So ouch. Hence the thing about girls being about to take pain more than guys, cos of the monthlies, the childbirth yadayada blahblah.

Yo mate its all Bull crap.

Girls can take pain cause we usually bring it upon ourselves. Women are evil creatures..so said someone in history, no idea who but some one did.

They all got it wrong. The logic is flawed. Women are evil cos of the sadistic streak in women that just LOVES to get themselves in pain by wanting total trust honesty commitment all them ideals of what relationships should be, all them ideals of what kinship should be, of them ideals of what LOVE should be.

We are a terrible evil sadistic bunch aren't we.

Ahh and we love bitching and crying and huddling in cliques and covens like the witches of yonder years.

Misery loves company. Blearh.
I'm very tired and sleepy. Nights dears.

Wheeeeee..

2006-03-17T03:49:00.001Z

Hehe am gonna get a surprise on Sunday.
But oyyyyy..What good is a surprise when I know am gonna get a surprise..-.-'''

lol Kidding la..

It's more like the excruciating pain of anticipation. Like an itch on that 1cm of skin beneath your shoulders somewhere along your back that you can't scratch even with both hands trying from both sides

I can so see you guys doing acrobatics trying too see if you can scratch that bit. I suppose the more flexible can. Gosh am evil! And so wuliao.
My apologies. But gosh i have been making many mozzies happy. (some are real pervs).
Bloody'ell

*scratch scratch*

DON'T Scream. Whisper. Or don't talk at all.

2006-03-14T16:29:00.000Z

It's a binding contract to fool yourself and the world that things will be alright.
I sure hope they do. It did not work once. But it might this time.
You say pray. Some say Good luck. I say DON'T EVEN FALTER!!

"Don't do it to make you happy.
Do it because you are happy."
As much as i maintain that..It is inconsequential.You and I know it best.
But hey who am I do speak. I'm me myself and I. Alone. :)

I don't need an answer.
Nobody needs an answer.
You are answerable only to you.
And again. Don't make decisions based on the expectations of others and wanting approval. Cos when things don't go well and i am not saying that they would not, you'd be bitter.
I am bitter enough. Don't need more to join me. Bitter doesnt need company.

And don't you dare scream bloody murder at me again. It's my page my words my thoughts.I ain't pointing no fingers.

YoYo Peace out. Am off to bed.

lalala~am bored

2006-03-12T16:02:00.000Z

Warm blankets tanning in the afternoon sun
Hotcakes with butter and jelly in early morn’
Fitting into a smaller size and matching undies,
A smile from a stranger on a busy street.

Getting a phone call from an overseas pal
Finding a parcel at your doorstep
Not twisting your ankle as you pass a gap
Finding an uncashed cheque in your bag pack

A lost earring found under the dresser
A You’re Welcome from a grouchy grocer
Sleeping in till noon on a lazy Sunday
Warm stew fogging your glasses on a cold winter’s day
A tall glass of lemonade on a sultry summer’s day
Reading a thriller at 3am under sheets on a workday
Watching a feel-good movie on a lousy day

Crying before the telly in comfy PJ’s
Warm tea by your side as you surf the net
Getting an IM from a dear old friend
The shiver of grass tousled by an evening breeze
Freshly laundered soft linen sheets on bare skin
Staring at the evening sky till the lights go dim
A single flower on a patch of green

A tune from the past knocking the present
A melody of the present hoping for the future
It don’t need to have the best,
Nor I need the whole razzmatazz,
Though I do hope that it will last
A simple life is all I ask.

What I Love..

2006-03-09T16:12:00.000Z

I love cheesy sappy soppy rockish crazy 80's music.

I love surprises.

I love things in packages.

I love cheesy sappy soppy rockish crazy 80's music in surprise packages.

I even more love the one that sent me cheesy sappy soppy rockish crazy 80's music in surprise packages.

Thanks Mainie-ah.

Love ya!!!!

I always lose it and become funny when I set out to be serious. Am serious.

2006-03-09T15:28:00.000Z

(oooh the start is all so melancholic and qi cham)

The world moves around you, your present seems bleak
And your words hold no weight, your screams squeak,

Car headlights taunt you unkind,
Their accusing lights blinding shine,

The sun wakes every morning against your insistence,
Reminding you daily of your bodily existence.

Leaves dismiss you like you're dead,
Falling absent-mindedly on your head,

(and this is when I start being crazy and end up being funny or unfunny)

You ask for Ketchup at the dining hall
You trip and your roast ends up on the floor

Mother asks you to meet her at a quarter to three,
You forget and you leave her standing alone on the street.

Asking the nearest stranger for a light for a ciggy,
He'll tell you tales of his dead pet gold-fishy

You Left your phone by your pillow one lazy morning
Rummaging you pockets you have many bills not a single penny

Furiously you typed a long arse letter for a raise,
Gingerly you press send and the window freezes in a daze.

Your life seems to be in a mess, your career in suitcase
Decide to resign and your boss gives you a raise.

You take out your laundry from the washing machine,
Paper fluff litter your favourite indigo jeans.

Princess dresses in Chanel looking for a Prince,
She found her love in a junkyard amongst rusty tins.

Waiting for a daughter after giving birth to 5 sons,
She tries the for the last and still got a Willy.

Answering machines leave you reeling in anger,
And you realise you’ve been dialing the wrong number.

It's funny if you think about it,
Life is beautiful isn't it,
It moves on with or without you living it.

One of the greatest puzzles in my life.

2006-03-09T07:42:00.001Z

One of the greatest puzzles in my life.

“Why can’t I stand Kristen Dunst?”

She’s blonde.
Is a Hollywood star, Earns big bucks, has acted with A-listers.

Was smooched hugged and carried around by Mr Pitt, Mr Cruise.

Was in an apparently acrobatic kiss with Tobey McGuire (I didn't watch Spidey cos of her and according to loads, am missing out on a good movie. I cringed through a lovely Eternal Sunshine on the scenes she appeared.I switched to another channel when Wimbledon was screening on HBO.)

And even for the fact that she was together with Mr Gyllenhaal.(He's better off with Miss Zhang-though she's another one that makes me cringe especially when she speaks English)

But these are not reasons to make me jealous or cringe or “eekiiiish”

And for the life of me, I have no idea why she makes me cringe. I have an intense dislike (its not even a like or dislike) I just find her irksome.

The likes that I would love to put my hands around her and strangle or pull her hair or pinch her face or whatever. Somebody..(I can't remember who)says she reminds them of a blonde Ah-lian.

Should I concur? I dunno. I have no cares really on what diminutive forms she resembles.
I swear UPON MY GRAVE.

I have no reasons for this dislike. I just can’t stand her.

So Mr Eri-que or whoever. Am not trying to convince you guys that am not jealous of her (NO-NO-NADA!!) butthat I SIMPLY HONESTLY can't stand her.

PS: Mr Eri-que. Congrats on the proposal WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
So exciting and happy for you guys but Man i gotta say this.
It was totally predictable dey on your choice of dates.
Tsk can you be more imaginative than that. You're lucky Alice accepted. It was a matter of time anyhow.

A Song of a friend to a friend by a friend

2006-03-06T08:11:00.000Z

A Song of a friend to a friend by a friend.

I shan’t tell you to dry your tears,
And tell you that everything is gonna be alright.
Am not gonna lie that you’ll be fine,
Cos you’re just gonna take off and fly.
Your eyes are blind and so are mine.

Blood is let and the pale moon turns red.
Dew turns dry and the ill is dead.
Shadows of the fallen rise above the right.
The whispers of the madden resound in your lips,
The touch of the leper feels warm and you keep.
Tales are cast upon your stained face,
Burying the cries of the little heart beats
Love is lost. Love never keeps.

Sing the song my friend,
Of how you threw your dreams into the deep of the air that breathes death,
Of trust hidden under the cloaks of milky maiden’s folly,
Of hate for the love that was never there,
Of love that was granted and left.
Just there.

Stay if you want in gloom and sorrow,
For you know the restless and the unknowing would never follow.
Stay if you want in the pits and fire,
For you know the unfeeling and aimless would circle above.

You’d be alone my friend.
The dark will be darker and the storm that rages angrier.
The light will burn and blind.
You’d cry my friend.

My hands would remain at my side cool to the touch.
Soft and lifeless. Blood and priceless.
Hold if you want to,
But I can’t promise I won’t hide.
I falter. Am weak.
For I am I.

Long list some funnies

2006-02-20T10:19:00.000Z

Tokyo hotel's rules and regulations:
GUESTS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO SMIKE OR DO OTHER DISGUSTING BEHAVIOURS IN BED.

Hotel notice, Tokyo:
IS FORBIDDEN TO STEAL HOTEL TOWELS PLEASE. IF YOU ARE NOT A PERSON TO DO SUCH A THING IS PLEASE NOT TO READ NOTIS.

On the menu of a Swiss restaurant:
OUR WINES LEAVE YOU NOTHING TO HOPE FOR.

In a Tokyo bar:
SPECIAL COCKTAILS FOR THE LADIES WITH NUTS.

In a Bankok temple:
IT IS FORBIDDEN TO ENTER A WOMAN EVEN A FOREIGNER IF DRESSED AS A MAN.

Hotel room notice, Chiang-Mai, Thailand:
PLEASE DO NOT BRING SOLICITORS INTO YOUR ROOM

Hotel brochure, Italy:
THIS HOTEL IS RENOWNED FOR ITS PEACE AND SOLITUDE. IN FACT, CROWDS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD FLOCK HERE TO ENJOY ITS SOLITUDE.

Hotel lobby, Bucharest:
THE LIFT IS BEING FIXED FOR THE NEXT DAY.
DURING THAT TIME WE REGRET THAT YOU WILL BE UNBEARABLE.

In a Leipzig elevator:
DO NOT ENTER THE LIFT BACKWARDS, AND ONLY WHEN LIT UP.

Hotel elevator, Belgrade:
TO MOVE THE CABIN, PUSH BUTTON FOR WISHING FLOOR. IF THE CABIN SHOULD ENTER MORE PERSONS, EACH ONE SHOULD PRESS A NUMBER OF WISHING FLOOR. DRIVING IS THEN GOING ALPHABETICALLY BY NATIONAL ORDER.

Hotel elevator, Paris:
PLEASE LEAVE YOUR VALUES AT THE FRONT DESK.

Hotel, Athens:
VISITORS ARE EXPECTED TO COMPLAIN AT THE OFFICE BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 9 AND 11 AM DAILY.

Hotel, Yugoslavia:
THE FLATTENING OF UNDERWEAR WITH PLEASURE IS THE JOB OF THE CHAMBERMAID.

Hotel, Japan:
YOU ARE INVITED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE CHAMBERMAID.

Sign in Japanese public bath:
FOREIGN GUESTS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO PULL COCK IN TUB.

Sign in men's rest room in Japan:
TO STOP LEAK TURN COCK TO THE RIGHT.

In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian Orthodox monastery:
YOU ARE WELCOME TO VISIT THE CEMETERY WHERE FAMOUS RUSSIAN AND SOVIET COMPOSERS, ARTISTS, AND WRITERS ARE BURIED DAILY EXCEPT THURSDAY.

Hotel catering to skiers, Austria:
NOT TO PERAMBULATE THE CORRIDORS IN THE HOURS OF REPOSE IN THE BOOTS OF ASCENSION.

Taken from a menu, Poland:
SALAD A FIRM'S OWN MAKE;
LIMPID RED BEET SOUP WITH CHEESY DUMPLINGS IN THE FORM OF A FINGER;
ROASTED DUCK LET LOOSE;
BEEF RASHERS BEATEN UP IN THE COUNTRY PEOPLE'S FASHION.

Supermarket, Hong Kong:
FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, WE RECOMMEND COURTEOUS, EFFICIENT SELF-SERVICE.

Dry cleaner's, Bangkok:
DROP YOUR TROUSERS HERE FOR THE BEST RESULTS.

Outside a dress shop, Paris:
DRESSES FOR STREET WALKING.

Outside a dress shop, Hong Kong:
LADIES HAVE FITS UPSTAIRS.

Tailor shop, Rhodes:
ORDER YOUR SUMMERS SUIT. BECAUSE IS BIG RUSH, WE WILL EXECUTE CUSTOMERS IN STRICT OTATION.
From the "Soviet Weekly":
HERE WILL BE A MOSCOW EXHIBITION OF ARTS BY 15,000 SOVIET REPUBLIC PAINTERS AND SCULPTORS. THESE WERE EXECUTED OVER THE PAST TWO YEARS.

In an East African newspaper:
A NEW SWIMMING POOL IS RAPIDLY TAKING SHAPE SINCE THE CONTRACTORS HAVE THROWN IN THE BULK OF THEIR WORKERS.

Hotel, Vienna:
IN CASE OF FIRE, DO YOUR UTMOST TO ALARM THE HOTEL PORTER.

A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest:
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN ON OUR BLACK FOREST CAMPING SITE THAT PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT SEX, FOR INSTANCE, MEN AND WOMEN, LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE TENT UNLESS THEY ARE MARRIED WITH EACH OTHER FOR THIS PURPOSE.

Hotel, Zurich:
BECAUSE OF THE IMPROPRIETY OF ENTERTAINING GUESTS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX IN THE BEDROOM, IT IS SUGGESTED THAT THE LOBBY BE USED FOR THIS PURPOSE.

An advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist:
TEETH EXTRACTED BY THE LATEST METHODISTS.

From a Russian book on Chess:
A LOT OF WATER HAS BEEN PASSED UNDER THE BRIDGE SINCE THIS VARIATION HAS BEEN PLAYED.

A laundry in Rome:
LADIES, LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES HERE AND SPEND THE AFTERNOON HAVING A GOOD TIME.

Tourist agency, Czechoslovakia:
TAKE ONE OF OUR HORSE-DRIVEN CITY TOURS. WE GUARANTEE NO MISCARRIAGES.

Advert for donkey rides, Thailand:
WOULD YOU LIKE TO RIDE ON YOUR OWN ASS?

In the window on a Swedish furrier:
FUR COATS MADE FOR LADIES FROM THEIR OWN SKIN.

The box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong:
GUARANTEED TO WORK THROUGHOUT ITS USEFUL LIFE.

Detour sign in Kyushi, Japan:
STOP. DRIVE SIDEWAYS.

In a Swiss mountain inn:
SPECIAL TODAY - NO ICE-CREAM.

Airline ticket office, Copenhagen:
WE TAKE YOUR BAGS AND SEND THEM IN ALL DIRECTIONS.

On the door of a Moscow hotel room:
IF THIS IS YOUR FIRST VISIT TO THE USSR, YOU ARE WELCOME TO IT.

Cocktail lounge, Norway:
LADIES ARE REQUESTED NOT TO HAVE CHILDREN IN THE BAR.

At a Budapest zoo:
PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS. IF YOU HAVE ANY SUITABLE FOOD, GIVE IT TO THE GUARD ON DUTY.

Doctors office, Rome:
SPECIALIST IN WOMEN AND OTHER DISEASES.

Hotel, Acapulco:
THE MANAGER HAS PERSONALLY PASSED ALL THE WATER SERVED HERE.

In a Tokyo shop:
OUR NYLONS COST MORE THAN COMMON, BUT YOU'LL FIND THEY ARE THE BEST IN THE LONG RUN.

Information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner, Japan:
COOLES AND HEATES: IF YOU WANT JUST CONDITION OF WARM AIR IN YOUR ROOM, PLEASE CONTROL OURSELF.

Car rental brochure, Tokyo:
WHEN PASSENGER OF FOOT HEAVE IN SIGHT, TOOTLE THE HORN. TRUMPET HIM MELODIOUSLY AT FIRST, BUT IF HE STILL OBSTACLES YOUR PASSAGE THEN TOOTLE HIM WITH VIGOR.

Two signs from a Majorcan shop entrance:
ENGLISH WELL TALKING HERE
SPEECHING AMERICAN

Black Monday-.-'''

2006-01-24T03:01:00.000Z

23 January- Black Monday.
My day was perfectly fine, almost joyous till it was killed by a lousy piece of cotton thread. I think the lady that threaded my brows has having a bad day.

BLOODY'ELL

I look like a Viet hooker along Joo Chiat with my over-thin-over-arched brows.
I think I look like the evil auntie from Grandpa’s Remedy. (Do you guys remember this book from Primary school?)

Not that I have anything against Viets really, but am stating the truth about the “businesses” around my friendly neighbourhood. (In fact I love Viets for coming up with yummies like Pho and Bahn Minh lol!!) So no offence to you Dave or any Viets that chance upon this.

I think I need to get a tudung to veil my face.
YIKES a double shot.. No offence to muslims..

*yikes I think I better run*

Scotland Final.

2006-01-15T12:03:00.000Z

Sorry mateys. Took so long.Am gonna go develop some prints that I like. Nothing beats the real thing. Enjoy :)
Links for the others

http://cheraithissie.blogspot.com/2005/11/scotland.html

http://cheraithissie.blogspot.com/2005/11/scotland-pics.html

Kilconquhar Castle.
This was where we stayed in Fife. Great place no doubt but was a pain getting back to when we ventured up north.

At about 7. First day there. I went for a walk alone.
Scary Dark. Max exposure.

Second day dragged 2 others along.
Again. Max exposure cos it was sooo dark.

Weird Waiter. I was taking some shots and he suddenly ran up with a serious face.I thought he wanted to grab me cam.
But he said.." Take pics of me!"
-.-''' CAMWHORE.

Traditional Scottish Brekkie.
With the famed Black pudding and haggis.
Greasy, Not my kind of food.

The only time Doc stopped to car for me to take a pic. Gosh if i had a choice I'd be getting off very often for a trek in the woods. Till next time then..

Longshot

Hide.

Blaze.

Magik Mushrooms.

Some pub.

Same pub

Pink and Blue
Some catherdral in Edinburgh, the crappy cam died on me soon after.
Out of batt.

Pithlochy
This is some dam near a theatre house. Apparently salmon swim upstream here during hatching season.Lovely calm place.

Pithlochry Walk

Pithlochry again.

And again.

Duo.

Mossy.

Rejoin.

Shadowed Steps.

Solitary.
Love this pic, hmm can see me doing that when am old by my mountain lake.

Red in the wall.

Autumn in Red

Bridge-walk
Imee was so scared. Capilano Brige in VA was much scarier.

Lochness
Awestruck. I practically left the rest behind and was enraptured. You would just be quiet and standing there absorbing the sight. Got my feet wet though while stooping at the edge for pics. Totally worth it.

Steps down to the Loch

Silver and Gold.

Rushes

Loch Ness

Loch Ness again

And again.

I ate'em.

Some loo there. Look at the carpet.

Misc shots.
There are much more. Filled up 2 sd cards. Crippled by the fact that the 2 cams i brought there had lousy batts which died on me ever so oft.
Gonna save up for a kick-ass cam.

Life in Sepia

De Landsky

Jaywalking

In car.

House of Bruar

Greengrocer.

Dadada

Ddong

Lingers.

2006-01-06T16:20:00.000Z

Lingers.

He is finally asleep. She steps out quietly, grabbing her clothes with her. Hanging her formless dress on the bar she slowly strips her sticky clothes off her skin. Her nipples are engorged disformed and chaffed. It hurts when the cotton brushes her skin, She feels ugly. She thinks she is fat. Her tummy is like a lump of dough dimpled soft and pliable. Not to mention that red amd silvery streaks now web across her lower half.

She turns up the cold metal knob that says H. H for Hot. H for Humiliation. H for Honor. H for Home. H for.. She loses her train of thought.

When was the last she had a manicure, smooth silky pink rounded and perfect. Her long stringy greasy hair mats to her scalp. She brings her fingers to her soft skin. Still flawless and supple thankfully unlined.

Garlic, her fingers smell of garlic.

She flings the shower-head to the ground and picks up the green scrub that is used to clean the crevices and starts rubbing hard. And she puts her fingers to her nose again. Still she smells garlic. Where is the bleach? Bleach can eliminate most odours. Bleach stinks but it will take away this pungent odour.

She pours it on the fingers, it stings her blistered fingers from the intense rubbing. SHIT she screams and curses and runs water over her fingers hoping to get most traces of the corrosive agent off her hands.

Apple scented body wash. Tear-safe. She foams it with her palms and rubs it over her body absent mindedly. Her fingers still hurt. She tears.

She hears him screaming again. She tries to ignore him. And turns the knob for H to the right. Hot is good. Hot is comforting. Hot is numbing. Hot is painful.

Ok the water was now too hot. She turns H off and turns the knob of C and blasts the cold liquid. She shivers.

She looks at the stranger in the mirror. How cliché and yet how true. A shadow of her former self, her present looming over her past. She needs to get out, get some fresh air. Get some peace and quiet.

He is still calling. She’d better attend to him.

She drapes her towel over. Walks over to him and smiles.
________________________________________________

At 6 a.m., 18-year-old unwed mother Linda, was found bare naked except for a towel by her side at the void deck of Blk 215 Starwood Avenue, with her young infant three-months-old in her arms.

The father of her baby was not present at the time and could not be contacted. According to his mother Mdm Chee, he is working nights as a barista at a bar. His mother, chicken rice hawker, whom the girl was living with at the 15th level was present at the scene of the crime and was in the kitchen peeling garlic in preparation for opening at 8p.m.

According to initial reports, other than injuries sustained from the fall, Linda’s fingers were chaffed and seemed to have suffered chemical burns. No foul play is suspected at this moment.

Music 2

2005-12-25T19:55:00.000Z

Waking Ashland- Shades of Gray, October Skies, Hands on Deck
Ben Folds Five- Brick,Tiny Dancer
Augustana-Boston(Just lovely!), Feel Fine, Coffee and Cigarettes
Snow Patrol- Run, Firelight
Staind- Outside, So far away
Daphne Loves Derby-The Longest story, Sunday, Come Winter(Pretty popular at Purevolume just got signed)

Loads of guitar,piano heavy pieces.
I particularly enjoy Augustana and Waking Ashland.

Ramblings

2005-12-25T18:09:00.000Z

How much do you know?
How much to you want to know?
Propensity to madness to greatness.
All have. All can.
But do you dare?
Do you want to know?
How much does it take to push to fall?
To madness to greatness.

Difficult to free, to live, to die, to join
Disposable beings.
They exist. They live. They don’t belong.
They are disposable beings.
Sparks not even.
Glow is ostentatious.
Little than invisible maybe.

So may we?
Invade the dark seas.
Across to the bright lights
Flee. Free.

Sinners and shiners
Pureness and dimmers
Clashing of the loud
Bright of the dark
Force the parched land to swallow
And as we wallow,
Scarring the shreds that bind.
Marked.

Caress the invisible light
Feel the smells of the ruddy soil
That once forgot it existed
Twirl across the jagged leaves
And line smooth pebbles gently
On the flowered coolness
That once lay trembling with life.

2005-12-23T02:57:00.000Z

The lyrics are ok.. But when it is with Natalie Merchant's voice.. Its hauntingly beautiful

One fine day
You'll look at me
And you will know our love was meant to be
One fine day
You're gonna want me for your girl

The arms I long for
Will open wide
And you'll be proud to have me right by your side
One fine day
You're gonna want me for your girl

Though I know you're the kind of boy
Who only wants to run around
I'll keep waiting
And some day, darling
You'll come to me when you want to settle down

Oh, one fine day
We'll meet once more
And then you'll want the love you threw away before
One fine day
You're gonna want me for your girl

*swayed with deedeebugaboo and now with whoever wants to*

Of threads and pockets

2005-12-20T17:06:00.000Z

The me with bad memory found this piece in my pile of electronic-trash-work-pile, apparently written in May this year but i have no recollection of it.

It was a rainy morning the day I left the old town.
With a suitcase broken, tattered and wet.
It was held together by my memories, my tears and my regrets.
And on I went on a journey.
The valleys of light
The tops of white
The streets of dark
The caves of black
The roads of gold
The roofs of red
The tops of white
The sea of blue
And in each place I went.
I felt I left me behind.
I was happy.
I came back empty handed.
My suitcase was lost.
So I came back.
But my pockets were full of shreds
I was where I started long ago.
Now no suitcase just my pockets.
And I’ll leave again for a journey till I lose my last thread.

2005-12-16T06:45:00.000Z

Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus"
offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix :

The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment
with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each
person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As
homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story.
You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The
partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the
story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will
then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.

Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails
and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over
when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of his English students,
Rebecca and Gary.

THE STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home,now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked
chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl.
His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about
him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of
the question.

(second paragraph by Gary )

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about
than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with
whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established.

No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a blueish
particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his
ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat
and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who
had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless
hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law
Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper
one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

( Gary )

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of
miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed
the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were
determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage
of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough
firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they
swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered
the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine
headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably
massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other
Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't
allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

(Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My
writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

( Gary )

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing
are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F--KING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air-headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"

(Rebecca)

Ass-hole.

( Gary )

B!tch

(Rebecca)

FUC.K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!

( Gary )

Go drink some tea - whore.

(TEACHER)

A+ - I really liked this one

I killed an ant today.

2005-12-15T15:04:00.000Z

I killed an ant today.
He wished that he was me.
I wished that I was him.

He could had had an invalid mom
A newborn anfant
An empire to protect
He could had just been walking out for tea

I would just be gone.

BWIGML

2005-11-29T15:54:00.000Z

BWIGML

Hmm that was a Good one Jt..
Just remembered that suddenly and thought of you and wondering how you were doing.
You kinda disappeared after Xf and honours attachment.
Well guess you must be graduating soon.
All the best eh.

:)

Charlie and Me

2005-11-26T06:04:00.000Z

I found this really funny as i was writing..Reading it out and imagining it in my head.
But maybe It's just me and it ain't funny.
Oh well. I'd be great if someone could illustrate/flash this and we make it as a Chrissymassy card.
Anyone wants to collaborate? We have a month:)
____________________

When the lights went dim and the world is dead,
She creeps out to spy and rubs her soggy head,
“Egad! Did a bird just call out my name saying
Arise Arise don’t go to bed.
Breathe starlight and kiss moon-shade.”

Shocked she was as she wasn’t drunk
But curious she was, “Who is that one,”
And so she stood up and went to turn on the light
But it wouldn’t work she didn’t know why.
Walked she did to the window and opened the blinds
And there in the darkness was a heavenly sight.

He wasn’t charmingly handsome perhaps just a tad,
For he was too tall and his hair too black
He was grinning but his eyes droopily sad
Light brown orbs he had just like her
She thought she was staring at her mirror

“Come out for a moment my dearest,
For the moon up high is fairest,
Forget your shoes, float down in your nightie,
I promise I wouldn’t peek or be cheeky.
So come out now my fairest dearest,
I’ll show you love, Lavender and Roses”

“But I don’t know you weird man standing under the streetlight,
You must be crazy coming over so late at night,
I’ve got to work tomorrow can’t you see,
My dark rings are the darkest they can be.
You’re a stranger I shouldn’t even be talking to you,
You can’t trick me. I Ain’t no fool.”

“But my dearest fairest I do know you,
You can’t stand rudeness and impatient fools,
You love soppy movies and swear like a sailor,
And the secret I know most of all my dear,
You dance half naked in your room when the weather is cool,
And you sing along to Boybands like “Blue”.”

Oh no she cried, ”Bloody Hell! Who are you?
And what is your name?
You foul ghoul,You threatening me now are you?
And for your information its not just “Blue”
I sing along to “BSB” and “Atomic Kittens” too!”

Her face turned pale, she had screamed out what she said
Any moment she thought,
She’d expect a rotten tomato flying past her head,
“My name is Charlie. My little one.
I’ve been your best friend since you were but one,
You called me Mary once, but I didn’t like being Gay,
And you changed it to Charlie after the puppet show on Sunday”

“Fine enough,” she said “I’ll go just let me get dressed
Out of my nightie with so many little holes,
I wouldn’t wanna catch a cold, tabs are mighty hard to swallow.
Should we bring sandwiches?
Where are we to go?
Will it be raining and roads full of potholes?
Foot wear is extremely important you know.”

Charlie rolled his eyes and thankfully she did not see,
Rudeness remember was one of her hated things,
(On a side) Really, she was a rude brat
But she did not care if she did that!
“It’s alright poppet don’t fret,
We’re going out for a long walk home, just that.”

She wasn’t really listening to Charlie this time,
Thinking galoshes would be better than soiling her Adidas sneakers,
The former was ugly so she put on her stilettos instead,
Giving her arch and more height to her stumpy legs,
The slight rain outside would cause make up to run,
So she made do and went out with none.

“Finally!”, Charlie exclaimed, “My Dearest Fairest, My love, The one
We’re eloping and turning away eternally from the sun”
She thought, “That’ll be good!”
She liked herself fair.
Tanning is bad UV rays and all they would make her age even more
She held on the Charlie’s elbow
He was much taller than from her window.

“Are you cold Charlie?” she asked.
For his hands were cold and icy to the touch.
She felt something crawling at her feet,
She bent down to scratch the itch.
And looked up,
She did not believe she saw what she did.

Maggots were crawling from Charlie’s eye sockets,
Colours of blue,orange, magenta, You name it, he had it.
He was giving her a tooth less grin,
And a moth flew out the moment he beamed.
His hair was still black like she saw it but it was streams of dried blood,
Flowed long ago that made it.

“Merry Christmas to you my little singing finch,
This I give you my HEART, My Love, My Muffin."

She screamed.

She never got home that very dark night,
Apparently an old man had found her cold,
On a baseball field at base home.
In her hands a black dark organ encased.
He exclaimed “She holds a dear heart Oh! Ho!Ho!Ho!
Frightfully to the police speaking in haste.

He disappeared when police appeared before daylight.
No Old man, No Heart No Girl in sight,
They went back enraged for the was Christmas Night before,
And now the sun was up it was Christmas no more.
One sleepy Constable heard a whispery scream,
Looked around there was none but him.
“Must be the booze,” he said rubbing his messy head.

And now she stands beside her Charlie,
Where there be no sun for all eternity.
“Merry Christmas to all, those together and alone”
We could pay you a visit or ask your little friend,
Imaginary then..
But real he can be..
And forever just like my little muffin Charlie and me.”

Hold on to your green caps darlings~

2005-11-23T15:12:00.000Z

Follow the trail to the light.
Gaily the drops trickle down.
She steps and skirts away
“Oh a snail” she says and sashays
“It’s cold tonight”
She frowns.

Follow the trail down the darkness
Purple orbs, glassy knobs.
You staying here or not
Leave for there shall we.
Hold on to your green caps darlings
Hop on. Laugh away.

Follow the trail to the light
See the yellows, see the pinks
Lucky ? You’ll see the King..
Do not bow. Do not listen to him.
Lucky to the king.
But not you just him.

Follow the trail down the darkness
Join the party. Join the fun.
No matter what the day is done.
Beautiful, lithe and fair
They shimmer without the sun
Go on Snicker, giggle, and Stare.

Follow the trail to the light
Pick up the Invisible shadow
Of the Pink Hornless Unicorn
Put it on. A cloak.
Be safe and warm. Be brave.
Retreat to golden showers

Follow the trail down the darkness
Trickery and guises
Hide under the willow
Listen and you’ll be wisest
Dance under the moon
Do this and you’ll never know old

Follow the trail to the light
Tears of the unbreathing collect
To resurrect and don’t forget
There is safety in numbers
Three seven and eleven
Just not two and you alone

Follow the trail down the darkness
Sleep tight no fear
You’re doing good and fine my dear
Stick out your tongue
And taste the air stillness
There is magic in the lightness

Follow the trail to the light
There she is stands again
Tall and dark and frowning.
Crying and pointing.
Didn’t you listen to her?
She said “No talking to the King!”

Follow the trail down the darkness.
Too late you’re marked for young
Join you have till the moon grows old
Put on your green cap and join the cheer.
And invite the new to the fold.
Come on darlings let’s go.

2005-11-18T09:36:00.000Z

The signal has been interrupted.
Normal transmission will resume soon.
Sorry my bad Tmr never came.I will post them soon.

Someone walked past today and gosh.. he smelled good. And Dee smells good with Lux too :). Had a great time last night.Took a cab to work today. YES AGAIN. And Guess what There are Good people after all. Someone gave me his cab. On hindsight..If my worldview of Good and Bad was simply based on Cab-snatchers and Cab-givers.. What would Prof. Leo Werneke think?

Mainie got a scholarship for her PHD.. IMPRESSIVE eh..
Protein strains in Anaerobic Media.I know nothing about that.
But I do know about PEE STAINS DUE TO ACROBATIC PROCEDURES. -.-'''

Famale toilets are worse than males ones. Just visit Bean's. And some mozzies there got lucky.Drank mucha me blood.8 on left 4 on right. Cat can attest to that.
Itchyyyyy.

ok fluff-a-bit. Back to work.

More to Come..

2005-11-10T17:11:00.000Z

Stay in tuned.Loads more to come..
Same Time tomorrow..We have with us Edinburgh, Kilconquhar and yes you can view it here.. The Chilly waters of Loch Ness

Oh and Bitch Fight as well *winks*

muahahahahhahaha~

Scotland

2005-11-10T16:49:00.000Z

St Andrews

Crooked

Path to Gray

Golf Anyone?

18th hole

Weirdo

Fairy Tale

Edged Wash

Silhouette

Beach

Real Beach Road

Watery Sky

Beach2

Mirror puddles

Flowers

Imps again..

Group

Hot Choco

www.visitstandrews.com

St Andrews Uni Grounds

Some Cathedral

Money

Halloween Cakes

Halloween Cakes2

You know you want....
Paddington

Candy..

More Candy..

Candy Yet again

Carcasses for the hungry

Kilt makers

Pizza place

Glass

Couple

Sneeze

Shell

The Kiddos

Mirage

Lovely

Lovely2

Toyland

Scotland Pics

2005-11-10T16:26:00.000Z

Linlithgow Castle

Linlithgow Castle

Fore Entrance

Winter is coming

Cathedral Grounds

Windowed

Ready...

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The Imps

Tree Sun

Reed

Swing to the sun

Swans

Got it? Strut it!

Preening for moi

Framed by Clouds

The Sun Tree

Ruins

Linlithgow Cemetry-Even the great Fall

In-Formation

2005-10-26T19:29:00.000Z

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Orange is back.
Whhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it's in 17 hrs time.

And Hmmm..I'm 23 blearh.

2005-10-22T05:11:00.000Z

Seriously am mad.
If its your bloody responibility jolly well get it done without implicating others.
So what if you think they're not gonna hang a fucking pig.
IT'S A MATTER OF RESPONIBILITY. YOU STOOD UP TO BE LEADER then LEAD.

But babe when you said WAS "apparently" settled. Honour your word.

Don't point at me and chastise me for being on a moral high horse. Call it selfish.
But i call it Survival and doing what's right.
Your own personal baattles are weary yes but you can choose to die with lesser scrapes.
I know your life is a sodden song. And it's all real but staying in a hovel and hopping from one trouble to another is not helping.

And if one dies cos of materials its so not worth it.

And yes I am MAD.

There is hope yet..

2005-10-21T01:40:00.000Z

It has been a nice morning. Things better work out even better for the rest of the day. I've got a review, a voice-over job, and meeting Khim later. Although I was late for work today and had to part with my money again for a ride, I suppose it was worth it. Made me see that at least there are pretty decent Singaporeans around.

--------------------

Know how I am always complaining about BLATANT CAB SNATCHERS yeah it happened again today. But it wasn't all that bad this time. So there I was waiting along the side of the road for a cab at 08:35 REDS.. BLUES.. GREENS.. YELLOWS.. the occasional Silver and Black ones.
All had passengers.

I was not alone.

Standing before me was someone else. A lady nono a girl.. (gah a female) She looked young very early twenties, petite carrying a pink handbag and a laptop. Hair still wet and dripping. She was obviously late for work as I was.

So there again we stood, Morning sun blazing overhead, two girls hoping desperately for a cab.We acknowledged each others presence with a nod and a bashful smile that signaled, "Late for work again eh..".

Hands flagging, lips biting, fringe blowing, eyes squinting...

And then ONE popped out. CAB SNATCHER I. 08:50

Profile:Ah Pek in white trishaw singlet size L, Shorts that looked as though they were once long,now snipped off to knee length. He deftly and expertly, swoofed ahead and got on smugly into a Comfort.

I was flabbergasted, gave a desperate silent "WHAT" and laughed bitterly.

The lady turned to me and shook her head.

I responded with a silent "Can you belive that"look.

So there (I know I've said this 3 times and repetition isn't good) we stood, and by now a man came and stood by.

A cab whizzed in the opposite direction that said "Jurong" but made a turn and after a few words she hopped on. 08:55. I was happy for her. We smiled at each other and said our byes.

And now back to me. I was by now resigned to the fate that yes I will be late terribly 08:58

After awhile of waiting. The guy that joined us decided to cross the road to test his luck.
And lucky he was.

A cab appeared from the carpark on the other side of the road and I watched him bend over to speak to the cabbie.

BUTTTTTTTTT. I spotted CAB SNATCHER 2, that vermin popping out from a void deck and standing before me, obviously seeing me still vigourously stretched her claws out and flagged.

I vocalised my thoughts this time but not too loudly muttered "WHAT THE FUCK ARGH ANOTHER ONE"

And suddenly a cab with the BUSY light atop stopped before me. He said,"That guy over there told me to turn and pick you up first cos you've been waiting for a long time."

AHHH GOOD GRACIOUS ANGELS IN SINGAPORE!!

I waved and beamed at that man across the road. 09:10. And I think I.. ermerm.. did a salute. (How archaic and how embarassing on hindsight. He must have thought me queer)-__-''' Anyway the cabbie was nice, he was not talking about the government or complaining for once.

And I tipped him. Not alot i aint some rich tai-tai. Fare was S$9.30 but I gave him a tenner. Cos I thought Niceness should be spread. Though I was late, Ten bucks poorer.. but HEY I didn't get a pocketful of change this time.

A List of Insults from Famous People

2005-10-14T02:06:00.000Z

A List of Insults from Famous People
"A graceful taunt is worth a thousand insults." -Louis Nizer (1902 - 1994)
1994)

"I feel so miserable without you, it's almost like having you here." - Stephen Bishop

"He is a self-made man and worships his creator." - John Bright

"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire." - Winston Churchill

"A modest little person, with much to be modest about." - Winston Churchill

"I've just learned about his illness; let's hope it's nothing trivial." - Irvin S. Cobb

"I have never killed a man but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." - Clarence Darrow

"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary." William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)

"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?" - Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)

"He has sat on the fence so long that the iron has entered his soul." - David Lloyd George

"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it." - Moses Hadas

"His ears made him look like a taxicab with both doors open." - Howard Hughes (about Clark Gable)

"He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others." - Samuel Johnson

"He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up." - Paul Keating

"He had delusions of adequacy." - Walter Kerr

"There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure." - Jack E. Leonard

"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know." - Abraham Lincoln

"You've got the brain of a four-year-old boy and I bet he was glad to get rid of it." - Groucho Marx

"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx

"He has the attention span of a lightning bolt." - Robert Redford

"They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge." - Thomas Brackett Reed

"He loves nature in spite of what it did to him." - Forrest Tucker

"Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?" Mark Twain

"A solemn, unsmiling, sanctimonious old iceberg who looked like he was waiting for a vacancy in the Trinity." - Mark Twain

"I didn't attend the funeral but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it."- Mark Twain

"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork." - Mae West

"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go." - Oscar Wilde

"He has no enemies but is intensely disliked by his friends."- Oscar Wilde

"He has Van Gogh's ear for music." - Billy Wilder

"He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts--for support rather than illumination." - Andrew Lang (1844-1912) >>

Corporate Lesson

2005-10-14T02:04:00.000Z

Corporate Lesson 1:
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her
shower, when the doorbell rings.
The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.
When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbour.
Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel,"
After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in
front of Bob.
After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars and leaves. The woman wraps
back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.

When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?"
"It was Bob the next door neighbour," she replies.
"Great!" the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he
owes me?"
Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to
credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a
position to prevent avoidable exposure.

Corporate Lesson 2:
A priest offered a lift to a Nun.
She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.
The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he
stealthily slid his hand up her leg.
The nun said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"
The priest removed his! hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand
slide up her leg again.
The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"
The priest apologized "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak."
Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way.
On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.

It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."
Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you
might miss a great opportunity.

Corporate Lesson 3:
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to
lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.
They rub it and a Genie comes out.
The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish."
"Me first! Me first!" says the admin. clerk.
"I want to be in the Ba! hamas, driving a speedboat, without a care
in the world." Poof! She's gone.
"Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii,
relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of
Pina Coladas and the love of my life." Poof! He's gone.

"OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager.
The manager says, "I want those two back in the office after lunch."
Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say

Corporate Lesson 4:
A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day.
A rabbit asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day
long?"
The crow answered: "Sure, why not."
So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.
A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.
Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be
sitting very high up.

Corporate Lesson 5:
A turkey was chatting with a bull.
"I would love to be able to Get to the top of that tree," sighed the
turkey, but I haven't got the energy."
"Well, why don't you nibble on my droppings?" replied the bull.
"They're packed with nutrients."
The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough
strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.
The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second
branch.
Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top
of the tree.
Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.

Moral of the story: Bulls%@t might get you to the top, but it won't
keep you there.

Toshio

2005-10-14T01:55:00.000Z

2005-10-14T01:51:00.000Z

CHILDREN'S BOOKS YOU'LL NEVER SEE

"Pop! Goes The Hamster....And Other Great Microwave Games"

"You Were an Accident"

"Strangers Have the Best Candy"

"The Little Sissy Who Snitched"

"Kathy Was So Bad Her Mom Stopped Loving Her"

"The Attention Deficit Disorder Association's Book of Wild Animals of North Amer- Hey! Let's Go Ride Our Bikes!"

"All Dogs Go to Hell"

"The Kids' Guide to Hitchhiking"

"When Mommy and Daddy Don't Know the Answer, They Say God Did It"

"Garfield Gets Feline Leukemia"

"What Is That Dog Doing to That Other Dog?"

"Why Can't Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical Outlet Be Friends?"

"Daddy Drinks Because You Cry"

"You Are Different and That's Bad"

"Babar Meets the Taxidermist"

"Curious George and the High-Voltage Fence"

"The Boy Who Died from Eating All His Vegetables"

"Start a Real-Estate Empire With the Change From Your Mom's Purse"

"The Pop-up Book of Human Anatomy"

"Things Rich Kids Have, But You Never Will"

"The Care Bears Maul Some Campers and are Shot Dead"

"How to Become The Dominant Military Power In Your Elementary School"

"Controlling the Playground: Respect through Fear"

INTELLIGENT DESIGN

2005-10-07T02:06:00.000Z

INTELLIGENT DESIGN
by PAUL RUDNICK
The New Yorker
Issue of 2005-09-26

Day No. 1:
And the Lord God said, “Let there be light,” and lo, there was light. But then the Lord God said, “Wait, what if I make it a sort of rosy, sunset-at-the-beach, filtered half-light, so that everything else I design will look younger?”
“I’m loving that,” said Buddha. “It’s new.”
“You should design a restaurant,” added Allah.

Day No. 2:
“Today,” the Lord God said, “let’s do land.” And lo, there was land.
“Well, it’s really not just land,” noted Vishnu. “You’ve got mountains and valleys and—is that lava?”
“It’s not a single statement,” said the Lord God. “I want it to say, ‘Yes, this is land, but it’s not afraid to ooze.’ ”
“It’s really a backdrop, a sort of blank canvas,” put in Apollo. “It’s, like, minimalism, only with scale.”
“But—brown?” Buddha asked.
“Brown with infinite variations,” said the Lord God. “Taupe, ochre, burnt umber—they’re called earth tones.”
“I wasn’t criticizing,” said Buddha. “I was just noticing.”

Day No. 3:
“Just to make everyone happy,” said the Lord God, “today I’m thinking oceans, for contrast.”
“It’s wet, it’s deep, yet it’s frothy; it’s design without dogma,” said Buddha, approvingly.
“Now, there’s movement,” agreed Allah. “It’s not just ‘Hi, I’m a planet—no splashing.’ ”
“But are those ice caps?” inquired Thor. “Is this a coherent vision, or a highball?”
“I can do ice caps if I want to,” sniffed the Lord God.
“It’s about a mood,” said the Angel Moroni, supportively.
“Thank you,” said the Lord God.

Day No. 4:
“One word,” said the Lord God. “Landscaping. But I want it to look natural, as if it all somehow just happened.”
“Do rain forests,” suggested a primitive tribal god, who was known only as a clicking noise.
“Rain forests here,” decreed the Lord God. “And deserts there. For a spa feeling.”
“Which is fresh, but let’s give it glow,” said Buddha. “Polished stones and bamboo, with a soothing trickle of something.”
“I know where you’re going,” said the Lord God. “But why am I seeing scented candles and a signature body wash?”
“Shut up,” said Buddha.
“You shut up,” said the Lord God.
“It’s all about the mix,” Allah declared in a calming voice. “Now let’s look at some swatches.”

Day No. 5:
“I’d like to design some creatures of the sea,” the Lord God said. “Sleek but not slick.”
“Yes, yes, and more yes—it’s a total gills moment,” said Apollo. “But what if you added wings?”
“Fussy,” whispered Buddha to Zeus. “Why not epaulets and a sash?”
“Legs,” said Allah. “Now let’s do legs.”
“Are we already doing dining-room tables?” asked the Lord God, confused.
“No, design some creatures with legs,” said Allah. So the Lord God, nodding, designed an ostrich.
“First draft,” everyone agreed, and so the Lord God designed an alligator.
“There’s gonna be a waiting list,” Zeus murmured appreciatively.
“Now do puppies!” pleaded Vishnu. “And kitties!”
“Ooooo!” all the gods cooed. Then, feeling a bit embarrassed, Zeus ventured, “Design something more practical, like a horse or a mule.”
“What about a koala?” asked the Lord God.
“Much better,” Zeus declared, cuddling the furry little animal. “I’m going to call him Buttons.”

Day No. 6:
“Today I’m really going out there,” said the Lord God. “And I know it won’t be popular at first, and you’re all gonna be saying, ‘Earth to Lord God,’ but in a few million years it’s going to be timeless. I’m going to design a man.”
And everyone looked upon the man that the Lord God designed.
“It has your eyes,” Zeus told the Lord God.
“Does it stack?” inquired Allah.
“It has a naïve, folk-artsy, I-made-it-myself vibe,” said Buddha. The Inca sun god, however, only scoffed. “Been there. Evolution,” he said. “It’s called a shaved monkey.”
“I like it,” protested Buddha. “But it can’t work a strapless dress.” Everyone agreed on this point, so the Lord God announced, “Well, what if I give it nice round breasts and lose the penis?”
“Yes,” the gods said immediately.
“Now it’s intelligent,” said Aphrodite.
“But what if I made it blond?” giggled the Lord God.
“And what if I made you a booming offscreen voice in a lot of bad movies?” asked Aphrodite.

Day No. 7:
“You know, I’m really feeling good about this whole intelligent-design deal,” said the Lord God. “But do you think that I could redo it, keeping the quality but making it at a price point we could all live with?”
“I’m not sure,” said Buddha. “You mean, what if you designed a really basic, no-frills planet? Like, do the man and the woman really need all those toes?”
“Hello!” said the Lord God. “Clean lines, no moving parts, functional but fun. Three bright, happy, wash ’n’ go colors.”
“Swedish meets Japanese, with maybe a Platinum Collector’s Edition for the geeks,” Buddha decided.
“Done,” said the Lord God. “Now let’s start thinking about Pluto. What if everything on Pluto was brushed aluminum?”
“You mean, let’s do Neptune again?” said Buddha

2005-09-21T05:40:00.000Z

Ever seen a memorist? They are shorties, all of them. And they are invading my brain.

~says Khim~

Lavatory wisdom I

2005-09-20T05:10:00.000Z

Friends are like bars of soap.
Hold on too tightly we slip.
Take us for granted you slip.
We can make beautiful bubbly fuzzy memories together
We go through dirt and grime.
But eventually we evolve to new persons.
we're usually bitter but are sickly sweet sometimes.
We are hardy we last longer.
We can be carved, be moulded
We come in all shapes and sizes and colours.

And when life slips away from us we disintergrate and die off.
Leaving behind them beautiful bubbles that disappear and are forgotten

So what brand of soap are you?

Corny eh.I Learnt from the best.

2005-09-19T15:54:00.000Z

We do make tragedies of our own sodden lives.

We live.

2005-09-18T17:00:00.000Z

I know they have all suffered
One day when I am gone
Please make them forget me.
I supposed if you’d known what I would become Mother.
I’d never Be.
The pain I bring.
The hurt I cause.

What am I Mother.
What am I friend.
What I am.
I is.
I were.
I being.

Mother remember when you decide on the next prototype.
Give I a bigger heart.
Give I a smaller mind.
Or rather don’t make me Be.

I am tired so tired.
Of Being.
Do I have faith in any god.
Do I have faith in myself.
Do I have faith in anything.
Do I have faith in faith.
That it is enough and simply as it is.

I believe in a maker.
And that I exist.
And even if I don’t,
Does it even matter.
It makes things easier.
Because there isn’t an entity Me.
And I is just an illusion of the other entity that exists,
That I Belong in.

2005-09-12T00:01:00.000Z

He’s weirdly "amazing" ain’t he?
How he manages to say the right things at the weirdest of times. And at that moment you can never comprehend what he means but it’s just calming and makes certain sense.
And it’s’s not he has the gift of the other realm but rather he is too much rooted in this.

What’s good for an Angel can’t be too bad for us ain’t it. *winkz*

Thanks.

_________________________

Anyway heard the story of a curious cat that got it’s whiskers singed by the fire? hmm.. I’ll tell you when the brows grow back.

Moral of it: Don't push your luck. Learn when to stop.

2005-09-03T06:49:00.000Z

I apologize for the lack of updates..
But hey no one's updating theirs either so not all my bad.
And i admit there's nothing really going on either.

Hmmm the new job (technically not new any longer..it's been three months) pay is low, job satisfaction is high,i get GREAT meals both in cost and size and volume,movie surprises at four, tea time treats of Mint Tea and More Mint tea..sometimes some flowery concoctions.

Meeting charismatic people..(Micheal Ma of Inochine for example he's old 43 thereabouts, probably gay,but he just has some magnetic appeal)and bitches include some little puppies dogs i'v seen around the estate that are oh so lovely. Some lil stars here and there, stage persons, seemingly hoity toity at times but still bearable.
Boss is decent albeit the pay,funny intelligent sometimes too quirky and outta this world. Workmates are cool and sometimes too cool. Computers as usual STILL don't work, and hang ups as well as bad wifi connections screw my day. Bad traffic to work make me late, forgetfulness makes me leaves my wallet(3x a record this month) and phone (2x) at home or in office more often than usual.Great tea evenings with me mateys, sometimes a Ceasar at Coffee bean or a Chocodrinkingthingythingthing at Spinelli's, just hangard on sidewalks at esplanade.

Yesterday was smooth, nailed 2 interviews, had lunch at Au Petit Salut, frenchie.. but too greasy for my liking..felt like puking, after work went to Sab's for a marathon of sorts..Elizabeth followed by Tru Calling. If in reality all guys looked like such.. Luc..slightly raw on the edges,thoughful and that voice!!Or Tru's bro with his little idosyncrasies and smoothness much like Britt(Brad-Pitt)in Fight Club.. I'll be dead in no time from blood loss and erratic heart palpitations.

Surely i jest..you might think. Well just go grab the dvd from videoezy but not from the ones at Serangoon Gardens, Siglap or Parkway Parade.. COS THOSE THERE ARE MINE!!!!

Ahh Life's Great. I suppose.

Ps: And for my lack of replies last night.. my apologies.. I fell asleep with my lappy on my tummytumtum again.. I know am hilarious and klutzy and all but I know too you lub me for that yah... Don't worry too much..

Ciao Bellas

2005-07-12T02:58:00.000Z

The moment i woke up i knew it was going to be a badddddddd day.
I had to force my eyes open but the lid muscles weren't being very cooperative and refused to relax and remained taut.And Puffy.
My nose was congested.
I was sneezing my lungs out.
My face just felt as though a thousand minimini ants were moving about.
All i wanted to do is i just wanted to rub my face with a warm face cloth and hold it there while i sit on the bowl. Motionless till the head nods off in slumber.
But of course i couldn't.

So I showered hoping the steam would help.

The egg sandwich i made last night for breakfast felt like plastercine..the doughy thingy.Completely tasteless..though mom said it was good.

And somehow you just feel clumsy and all.. walking around the house and then standing in the middle of the living room wondering what it was that you wanted.
Finally remembering it, taking it all feeling butter fingered.

That you just wanna dress down in shorts and Tshirt but it'll do worse foryour mood and state of mind so you dress up a little trying to perk you up slightly.. making you less zombified and presentable.
You know that kind of feeling..just itchy,stuffed up, and clumsy.

All you wanna do is wear your soft loose pajamas that smell of you and curl up in bed with your comforter to your chin.. tucked with a box of tissue by your side and stare at the ceiling till you fall asleep.

How i wished i was doing that..

But here i am with a cup of green tea by the keyboard, nori to my left, bin full of tissues by my side, cirrus in my tummy and praying that it will work.

Erm okayyyyy...

2005-07-09T18:06:00.000Z

Everytime the roomate returns to Taiwan..she gets a new boy friend.
How many has she gotten since say 14? o_O

Go figure it yourself.

Not that i am saying anything bad about it but..
MAN HOW DOES SHE DO IT...
O_O

2005-07-06T16:49:00.000Z

The wheel of sharp.
Stokes of stained blood.
Turns and crushes
Deep in water.
Betrayed i was.
High Chief of the Moon Blood Winds.
I was young.
I was powerful.
I was trusting.

I died.

gah whatever...........~

2005-07-02T17:42:00.000Z

I have low tolerance for rudeness.
It makes me sick in the gut and fiery in the head.
My eyes roll.
i wonder if they would ever get stuck in the sockets.
I bite my lips.
I wonder how hard it has to be for it to draw blood.
Civility and respect.
How hard can it be.

Seriously.

Sweet

2005-07-02T17:27:00.000Z

You are in the back seat of a car, sitting in the middle seat.
Facing the red yellow lights a-flickering.
Seat belt unbuckled.
The car is driving at a speed of 120km/h.
Have you ever wanted the car to halt to a stop.
And your body would just be flung out like a rag doll.
Skull hitting glass.
The dull thud.
The pretty fracture of glass.
And the body is propelled out far.
The car moves on.
Over your body and drives on.
And you lie.
Motionless.
Smiling on the ground.

Teeth Brushing, Brushing Teeth.

2005-06-19T16:31:00.000Z

Anybody that knows me knows I love tea.
But this obsession has gotten a tad weird.
I am loving this new toothpaste i have.

GREEN TEA FLAVOURED.

It a matter of whether you like it or HATE IT..
it just tastes weird really like Haagen Daz Matcha ice cream or them Kurikuri ones which itself is an acquired taste.

Thankfully have no complusive tendencies.

My gums aren't bleeding yet from ALL the brushing...

Kidding just twice a day sometimes three after a meal never more...hahhaha
Someone's mom said too much listerine aint good...
hmm But i bet Green Tea Listerine would be good cos of all them flavornoids.

*nods*

Am backkkkkkkkkkkkkkk....

2005-06-15T02:00:00.000Z

It is raining out there. And Cherisse just got back from the Woodlands Checkpoint.

WHAT? WOODLANDS CHECKPOINT..
WHY??Isn't Cherisse coming back by plane.
Yes. She was supposed to.
Isn't she a distinguished guest as mentioned many times by the people in Tourism Malaysia.
Well yeah supposedly so.

But then what the hell happened last evening when she arrived at the Kuching airport with her Royal entourage and other dignitaries... To be morbidly disgusted that there was NO FLIGHT back home that day.

And that the M'sia Tourism board made a BIGGGHUGGGEEEEEHUMONGOUS BOOBOOO.

Well.. so much for sincerity in inviting MOI.. *points to self with a perfectly manicured finger*

So we had to fly back to KL.
Running to the BOARDING GATES erm elegantly and ravishingly LATE.. then meeting the hot and intense stares of *coughs* admiration of the other passengers on board.
Next getting acousted and blocked by adoring Nepalese fans with the utter look of amazement on their sun beaten faces..
Not wanting to budge away from top of the MOVING STAIRCASE as I regally descended.

Finally after loads of interviews at the customs cos of some passport thingythingthing. I was free to collect my luggage and waited SOOOOOOOOOOO glamourously at the oh-so-freezing-glam ARRIVAL HALL NO LESS for a coach to return to Singapore.

Which was delayed time and time again.
IT WAS DUE TO ROYAL BUDGET CONSTRAINS due to the raising cost of extremely pungent CAVIAR and SUPERIOR FISH ROE in Kuching that she brought back to be deep fried and served with Belachan and Nasi lemak. (Actually she maxed her card and was afraid her company would not pay her back for the expenses incurred for the BOOBOO, she tried all 5 cards she had and managed to pay for our trip to KL from Kuching)

And so after much delay and haggling by the ma-cik we finally boarded the coach at 3 am.

Why did they not stay then at KL for another day rather than subject themselves to torment of smeelly truck coach.

The shuttle to KL is expensive
The airport hotel is fully booked.
The hotels in KL would be expensive.
There is no certainty of getting a flight back to Singapore on the next day.
But we had to go back.

Barbara the Italian royalty with spunk and a soft heart had to return to Singapore to feed her royal cat that was alone in her Hilltop home.
And the poor kitty has been going hungry since Monday.
Princess Michiko Kakuchi has a meeting in the morning. She has enough money to charter a flight back to Singapore but alas the ROYAL MALAYSIAN CHAPERON that screwed this whole thing up was adamant and concerned about the safety of the DISTINGUISHED GUESTS.

Yeah OF COURSE...$_$
And the coach though outed luxury..was a touture for Cherisse's ROYAL ARSE cos the seats were not of down and plush velvet

So close to 6 hr later at 10 am Cherisse reached her royal palace..
Had a hearty meal of royal fish Noodles.
And after a shower in her royal bathroom
She is going to to sleep on her Royal bed.

And she has official matters to handle in the afternoon.
The state of the affairs cannot wait and must be handled promptly.
The offical coronation and handing over ceremony of the throne.

"MAY THE ROYAL PEN PREVAIL"

Of Trip,Of Home.Of Jolie.

2005-06-09T18:40:00.000Z

OK..in a couple of hours time, I am off to M'sia.
Aside from the touristy stuff there are quite a number of press conferences and seminars to attend.And there is this Gawai open house thingy..no idea what on earth is that.O_o.I'll even be meeting the GREATEST A-GONG there.
Apparently the hotel I'll be staying in (The Regent)..according to resources its top notch.

And as always Batu caves is gonna butcher us all again.
Did i tell you guys Nick got chased by a monkey there.. (on a Weird note, in Indo, a monkey climbed on his back and peed on him lol)

Hmm actually am kinda disappointed.. it has come to my knowledge that Home is having the bash the same day i leave, though i can't exactly not go for the trip.
The least you could do is tell me eh......
Josh nvm
Wayne nvm
But Boss..tsktsk.. *SIGH*
And Angel..TSKTSKKKK*SIGHH*

And Sab you should have shuuushed.. Knowledge is worst than ignorance....

Anyway Mr Smith & Mrs Smith is funny and erm FUNNY.
Whole new way of looking at spousal abuse.
Even that Brat guy wasn't all to bad. At certain moments i actually did find him pretty darn good this time.Wouldnt be surprised if the Brad and Angelina Jolie thingy is true
MAN..I'll go les on her ANYTIME. Pronto.

How can anybody be ooooooooooooooooozing sensuality every sec.
How can anybody look like THAT.So yummilicious.
AND OOOHHOH SOOO SEXY I'll be damned.

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Cherisse had best go to bed..

CIAO BELLASSSSSSSSSSSSS.
MUACKZ

ps:Khim don't worry too much ok..it'll blow over *hugs*
ps2:When is Cherisse that petty. As mentioned only ONE can rile her.KIDDING BABES.
HAVE A BLAST!!

The Sun Queen's daughter

2005-05-29T17:17:00.000Z

Anyway Khim..No idea where i left off.
For the uninitiated..
Just some stuff for kids.
_______________________________________

Freda was a sunshiny little girl.
She smiled a genuine smile and was sure to entice a reciprocating smile on the faces of even the nastiest meanest folks.

She also loved the sun. The sun toasted her, a lovely golden honey and her dark long tresses shone like glittering silk in bright afternoons. She tied her thick unruly hair with a scrap of yellow ribbon that fluttered in the wind.

Freda, a little girl of seven years. The sun-lover.
She loved too; candies and her little puppy Mr. Toasty. But what she loved most was running to her Nanner’s and hugging her tightly, smelling her, nuzzling under her bosom. Her Grandma always smelt nice like vanilla sugar, making her feel all fuzzy and safe.

Grandma sang her songs. Songs which told stories of; the majestic woodlands that haboured creatures of nature, of the music that the winds sang by her ear as she galloped, of the creepy and evil night that blanketed the land calling and beckoning for the dark creatures of the shadows to go a playing with him, of the beauty of folklores told to her by her own Nanner too keeping her safe, while weaving dreams of lore.

These stories stayed with Freda.
She loved these stories, she loved Nanner’s voice, she loved Nanner stoking her hair patting her back.
She cuddled closer and closer and closer and soon Freda fell asleep.

________________________________________________

Ray was the Sun Queens daughter.
Nobody could see her.
But every living creature, every leaf, every single drop of water, every little squirrel hiding underneath the tree branches, even large grizzlies lumbering behind the woods, even the rainbow fishes the swam gaily in the rivers, even the ….
Every being in existence felt her presence.

You could feel her, the warmth you feel as you stand by your front porch, as you skip gaily to school, when the berries grow large and ripe. And when she goes home every night to her mother guardian’s care, you feel too her absence when the chill sets in.

She was the bright ethereal beautiful invisible light.
The warmth.
She was so enchanting and beautiful that it hurt when you look at her.
Her mom made her so; for fear that the Son of Darkness, Shadow might capture her and enslave her in the cave of Abysmal Night.

___________________________________________________

And Ray loved to see Freda play.

The birds were slowly awaking.
The Sun Queen emerges from her Castle of Air.
Her hair fanned out. And she shook out and put on her salmon pink robes that spread far and wide and bright.

Her robe.
That changed colours as she moved.

A little wooden cottage, whitewashed with green thatched roof stood illuminated; it was at the farthest edge of the little farm that was known far and wide by the ripe rubies of wild forest berries that grew on the estate.

These rubies that made the bestest confiture preserve that tasted best warm and homemade fresh; on buttermilk golden pancakes. A lovely Sunday morning treat that awoke little Freda this morning. The smell wafted into the pink girly room from her grandma’s brown kitchen. The streams of which fluttered all smooth like velvet ribbons tickling her nose buds.

In her sleep Freda rubbed her nose.

Ray had popped in for a visit. She loved to visit in the mornings.
Waking Freda up, looking through the window pane; letting her warmth filter in; caressing Freda’s rosy cheeks.

Her warmth that tickled Mr Toasty’s little tail that wagged when he slept.

Freda gave a smile.

She breathed in the wondrous wholesome.
She felt the soothing envelopment.

She fluttered open her dark grey eyes that automatically searched for the stained glass fairy that hung by the bedside window.

“Hello, Good Morning”, Freda whispered.

The coloured glass captured her answer as Ray smiled and waved her hand.

____________________________________________________________-

Ray crept up behind the little girl and observed her newest endeavour. Freda had a look of extreme determination and her eyes glinted with fervour and with it a sense of impatience that could almost be described as frustration.

And Ray was right. Frustrated she was.

Freda was feeling sticky and humid, she was trying to dig a moat around the castle that the built using mud, soil and grass with what available materials she could find in the garden and about her large harm estate.

Mr Keats the pruner, had given her orange flower blossoms to decorate the exterior walls of compacted soil. Twigs that she found lying about the dirt track served as watch tower foundations as she plastered them with mud. She had managed to build 3 watch towers.
Her flags were scraps of cloth the same yellow as the ribbon holding her hair in place.

Her childlike sense of beauty and imagination was keen. What looked like a pile of soggy sod to the “untrained and unprofessional eye” with flowers strewn atop and twigs surrounding it, was to her a MASTERPIECE. And she was extremely proud and happy with herself.

Her MASTERPIECE.

But it would not be complete without a moat.

But the moat was taking too long to build.

She had dug out a shallow trench around her castle and had poured 3 buckets of water into the moat but they disappeared before her eyes. This was becoming a tedious and backbreaking task. After filling the buckets, her little hands closed around the hard rusty handles of the bucket for the fourth time and trudged laboriously towards her castle.

And she poured.

The water level fell and fell and fell and fell.
Till there was none.

The little girl was young. The little girl was frustrated and she flung the bucket towards the castle.

“Stupid sun, Stupid sun’s rays. Why you shine and take my water away? I hate you Go away and never come back.”

Ray was stunned momentarily.
Freda hated her.

Freda was her friend and Freda hated her.

And so did the caterpillars that hide under the shady leaves of the mulberry tree.
Farmer Gentry that ploughed the field with with yellow oxen. Even the moles that dug deep trenches under the field never to see the sunlight.

They all hated her.

But this was Freda of the Sun.
The sun lover.
Her friend.

And fled Ray did. In despair and tears far from Freda.
She ran like the shooting beams of flaming light and with it burning the path at which she took but her tears extinguished the flames as she ran and ran. Not knowing her direction not knowing where.

Then when she grew weary she slowed down and rested by the rock.

A rock that was so deep in the forest, a place that she had never entered but warned not to by her sister Glint.
But Ray was unaware. Her hair fell across her face as she sobbed painfully into her arms, heaving with sadness and rejection.
And soon Ray fell asleep.

_________________________________________________________

The sun lay low and the fields around the farm house darkened suddenly in the bright afternoon sky.

Freda soon forgot about her master piece after Nanner fed her a wad of pork pasty and she got out to play.

Freda loved her Nanner’s stories and one of which was now being retold in great earnestness to her attentive audience that were staring wide eyed at her.

Freda loved telling them again and again and again to Mr Wiggles and Miss Golly over tea by the garden lawn.

“ Miss Golly”, waving her finger at her ragdoll made out of rags from her Grandma’s checked apron, with mismatched black buttons for eyes.
One black and one ocean blue.

“You must never, never, never enter the wood without a sprig of leaves of the silverwood tree.”

“The wood will protect you as Shadow and his friends hate sweet minty woods,” she nodded wisely.

“ and a white pebble from the River not touched by water would protect you from harm if they do catch you and they would gob…”

“Freda dearest.. Come into the house it’s gonna rain.” Her grandma waved from the front porch beckoning her to enter the warm cozy house.

She felt a chill.

She felt lonely suddenly, almost a sense of fear washed over her.

“Coming Nanner…,” Carrying her basket which sat Miss Golly and her lovely porcelain tea-set. She ran.

Behind her was Mr Toasty. He wailed a cry towards the direction of the dark wood and followed the heels of Freda into the safe confines of the house.
__________________________________________________

Freda poked at her dinner, she wasn’t feeling hungry. She was sleepy.
Too sleepy.

Nanner went into the kitchen to fetch her dessert only to return and find Freda slumped on the dining table hair awry.

She clucked her tongue and strode towards the limp figure. Stroking her hair gently, she smiled at the child.

The lil kiddo had barely touched her dinner. Her nose was just an inch beside her plate that once held warm mashed potatoes which had now turned cold. She held on to the fork on which skewered a piece of beef steak. Nanner glided towards her granddaughter's side and picked her up in head lying across her shoulder.

Freda was having a dream.

She was wearing her red dress that grandma sewed for her last Christmas. It was her favourite dress and she rarely wore it just for special occasions. It was a stunning velvet red. Its hem was lined with soft frill lace that thankfully did not itch and a white satin sash was tied around her tiny waist.

Grandma said she looked like a princess, just like her own Mama when she was young. Freda was running across the meadows that was thickly carpeted with colourful wild flowers and butterflies flitted everywhere.

Mr. Toast was at her side yelping and surrounding her was a glow of warmth so safe so inviting.

And she realized that within that glow was a girl so pale that she almost seemed luminescent. Her hair was spun flaxen gold. She was so bright so ethereal.

So beautiful, so unearthly yet so familiar.

Freda knew that being. Freda felt her presence all the time.

She was there when the birds start chirping in the morning, when she helped her Nanner pluck the red wild berries to make confiture. She was there when she sat by the swing with Mr. Toast. She was there too this afternoon when she was making her Masterpiece.

But what was her name?

What was the girl that sat on the wings of air and glowed like the sun's rays?

And Freda suddenly felt a sense of Revelation.

The girl's name was Ray.

Freda was laughing with Ray. They were like best friends frolicking in the warm embrace of the sun. The prickle of the weeds that tickled her neck made her itch, so she stood up and started running.

As she ran with the wind , it sang of love.
The love of the sun mother extended through Ray to Freda.
Her mother’s love. Her mom that had gone to the earth with her Papa after they died of scarlet fever when she was just a swaddling babe.
Her Nanner’s love that sang with the wind and of the mountains and nature and lore.

“Sing the songs of the vales and hills
Sing of the love she gave to earth
Sing of Mother that loves you dear
Sing of me that whispers in your ear.
Keeping you safe when danger is near”

She was still the sun-lover.
She was still daughter of the earth.
She was still Ray’s friend.

She was Freda.
________________________________________________

The Sun Queen was worried.
As she swept her beams across the lush landscape, she felt that her beautiful Ray was slowly diminishing. Ray’s energies were leeching out of her,her presense was shadowed by a depth of darkness.

And she was right.

Ray was slumped on that same rock she fell asleep on. And in her slumber her tears remained flowing. She had never known tears, she had never known wet, cool or sadness. And the knowledge of such weakened her so.

Her shiny tresses were dull and matted to her soiled form. Her ethereal glow was now that of burnished dull amber. And the bright light that protected her from harm, from Shadow now no long longer luminated her and clouded her from vision. But Ray was unknowing too of the form that now loomed over her.
Dark eyes ablazed with shiny ambition.

Heart

2005-05-29T17:11:00.000Z

Ok Boss..I tried the 10 minute thingy again
So here's Heart Ver2.

Heart.

He stood before it, at the very edge.
His eyes gleamed as they partook the beautiful sight.
It never failed to leave him breathless.
The polished lacquered wood that reflected his image.
Keys of ebony black and yellowed ivory.
“It has been a while old boy”, He chucked under his breath.

He paused and gave a deep wistful sigh.
Then, running his fingers down the keys.
To the one right at the very end.
Then back he went slowly.
One note.
By one note.
By one note, hearing it.
Feeling it.

He moved towards the centre where the stool stood and sat on it with deliberate style if one might put it such.
To his delight the height of the stool was adjusted just right.

There was no time to waste.
He had waited long enough.
The strains of Greensleeves filled the room enchanting him, next was a mesh of Chopin’s then Beethoven’s.
Then what tune came to mind he just played.
Where his fingers brought him to.
He played.
And he knew them all by heart.

He was good and he knew it.
His hair fell to the front and covered his eyes.
But it did not matter. They were closed in deep concentration.
His lips were slightly parted.
Then at a cadence he ended.
Smiled and opened his eyes.
He stood up, gave a slight bow to the other man in the room, winked and left.
_______________________________________________

Steinbach bowed back; to the retreating figure in his Vet. Uniform.

With his decorated hollow sleeves flopping in the wind.

Dog Tired but fun

2005-05-03T01:34:00.000Z

OK..i'm dog tired but It's been fun really..

Just hope there aint no retribution..the things I've commented about people's physicals in this week have been more than i have done for my entire life.. Till a week ago that is.

Flat Chests, small lids, (sounds like me eh...I fit in 2 of the Unconventionally Beautiful AKA euphemism for UGLY category plus more..LOL)

I'VE BEEN STARING AT BOOBIESSSSSS
And MAN I HAVE BEEN STARING AT BOOBIESSSSSSSS

Guys would love my job no doubt..*coughs*

Cept for the M-bitch part..my ears they ache, my fingers they itchy to detract my nails and scratch.
Met a couple of pretty nice people there..
One's like an energizer bunny running on high.. looks like she might run low soon and flare up but she doesn't.. at least she is real she has her mood swings. That's good i suppose.

Another is another bunny that speaks loads but has good intents really.. hmm..Things not pretty cheery on the homefront though..

The boss is another Bunny running on stable mode most of the time..tiredless.. Doesnt seem to need much sleep hence explaining the huge-ass cool glasses.

And did I tell you the office is fuschia PINK.. YES

The walls the name cards the notepad shelves etc.
Angel wd feel so at home here

As for me I've learnt quite a bit of here and there.. gabra sometimes..tired too but..I guess not bad of an experience
AND I FINALLY GOT TO NEWTON MARKET..
dumbasswhatisthebigdealmanjustahawkercentresheeeeshgetalife
buggafaceandturkishareeurasianssheeshgogoogleitanduighers
tribesareturkishdecendentsamiwasntwrongandtothinkialmost
doubtedmyknowledgebutallthankstodasforthelongasslectures
onturmenkistanandallandwhat'swiththedealthatidon't
smokedrinkandallsowhatifi'mallgoodygoodycomparedtoyourguys
BUTwaitlikeicarewhatyouthinkinNinnies.

Mom wanted me to get outta of the house for fear of I lazing not doing a thing.. and now i am rarely home and she's like mmmmmmmmhmmmmm
Oh well..I like it this way..

And tell me why I am so bloated..not feeling but literallly am..and my left ring finger is hurting AGAIN..I hate them arthiritic joints..I can't even turn a door knob without feeling the pain..

Gah.. gtg to work now.

Ranting's over. Nothing much to look 'ere.
SHHOOOOOOOO.

Song-Time..

2005-04-25T19:59:00.000Z

Song Time

SoCo- She paints me Blue/ As you sleep
A Perfect Circle-The Nurse Who loved me
The Verve- Bittersweet Symphony(they used this for an Ad I think)
Dashboard Confessionals-Shirts and gloves/This Ruined Puzzle
Elliot Smith- Between the Bars(Was in Good Will... Never finished the film..)
Kings of Convenience-Manhattan Skyline
Nina Simone-Strange Fruit(Tori did a cover)
Radiohead-Street Spirit
Simple Plan-Untitled
Pink Floyd-Wish you were here
Tamia-Smile/ If I were you
Red House Painters- Shadows(Just LovelyLovelyLovely)
Ultimate Fakebook- A Million Hearts
Alanis Morissette- Perfect

And Bed time. Nights~

Chinese Restaurant Syndrome..

2005-04-17T18:22:00.000Z

We went to this Sichuan restaurant for lunch today. LongJiang Chinese Ala Carte Buffet..

Barely 7 main dishes later
I felt my heart palpitating and I was close to having an asthma attack.
I was sorta wheezing and coughing.
My ears were flaming and my neck was red.
I thought I was having an astral experience lol
It was a weird heady feeling..

Sometimes reading too much Readers Digest on
"Symptoms to tell if you are having a heart attack"
Can be overly informative.
And it makes you worry too much
Anyway...

After about 6 little chinese teacups of Ka-pow..
I felt better..but my ears and neck was still red.

It subsided after a while and I resumed EATING..
well I did not know what caused this reaction.
(Could have been a-vistation
or a crack in the cosmos announcing my premature demise lol)

And so I googled what i felt.
Asthma Flushing MSG Seafood.

And Voila..
I got my answer "Chinese Restuarant syndrome"

AND WHAT AFTER SO MANY YEARS OF CHINESE FOOD AND ALL...
THAT RESTAURANT MUST HAVE BEEN POURING PACKETS INTO THEIR
FAUX SHARK'S FIN SOUP(WAS MORE LIKE EGG DROPSOUP)
OR
DEEP FRIED FISH DRIZZLED WITH DARK SOY SAUCE
OR
FRESH SCALLOP WITH XO SAUCE SERVED WITH ASPARAGUS,
OR
CRAYFISH WITH WITH FUJI APPLE SAUTED WITH MINCED GARLIC AND CHILLI,
OR
TENDER BEEF SLICES WITH CHINESE CHIVES
OR
GOLDEN PORK SLICES DIPPED IN ORANGE SAUCE
OR
WATERCRESS LIGHTLY SAUTED WITH SHRIMP(YAH haybee)

that was the LITTLE(ahem) I had before the attack..
OK ALOT.. (but the servings were quite small...
erm its SUNDAY can pigout more..
T'was MA's treat... :X(hehe excusesexcusesexcuses for gorging)

But seriously look what it did me...MSG overdose

I mean Eat fat..and Good expensive food nevermind..
Zi de (worth it)
BUT EAT FAT EXPENSIVE FOOD AND ALLERGY...
SO NOT WORTH IT.

The elders are benevolent.

2005-04-16T18:50:00.000Z

She says she would not fall.
She says she stands tall.
She saysss.She sayssss.Shesayssssss
She knows.

The funnel leaves a gaping opening at the top.
Spreads wide.

Not strong.
She falls.

The foot of the hillock.
A screaming.

The silent foots of the steps of those that crowd around the foot of the hillock.
The crowds closed feet are gathered a watching.
Looking down at those eyes of guilt.

She fell.
Silent.They
The WAS scream.
The screams aren’t.
Now Silent.
But the WAS scream of the WAS fall.
Was loud.
Was appealing for help.

They wake the elders.
The elders are benevolent.

The crowd departs.
The guilty eyes guilt no longer.
The elders are present.
They have cleansed the girl.
She lies not a-breathing. Her eyes are in her hands.
The vocal cords ripped.
She still breathes.

Hands bloodstained rubbed on the dead leaves.
Picked by the lying body.

And they leave.
Back to bed.

2005-04-16T18:36:00.000Z

I say sleep you go off to sleep I say.
The streets are a danger.
The eyes they lurk.
The ears they speak.
The mouth they blind.
The feet they lame.

And the lil ragdolls and gollywogs come a-marching.
Wretched.
Sparrows Falcons Frog and Earwigs come a- leaping.
Tinseled.
GoGo.GoGo.GO..

Sleep I say.
Resistant log weatheredbeatened
Nono.Nono.NO.
But they come. They wound.
They gnawspitguffawscreamglarecussdamnreprimandcommandtearscratch
Dripping joy acidic.
Oh your stony heart.

Thought Barred.
Senseless
Numbed.All Gone.

Nono.Nono.NO
Wretched.
Thought wrong.
All flawed.All the time.All here. Not gone.
Throwing confetti strips of honey gold a-glitter.
Blinding I. Me.
Pain.Stubborn I open.
For a moment.
Closed.
I remain.
_________
I learned about Gollywogs and Earwigs from Enid Blyton. So did you?

How can I not feel Loved. LOL.. Complete with COMMENTARIES and GRAPHICS

2005-04-14T18:32:00.000Z

IF I SOUND MEAN I REALLY DON'T MEAN IT.
These kids are really sweet. I mean I just taught them for like a couple of days.
The ranged from Pri 1 to Primary 3 at most.
But then again...The older kids that I taught for half a year in a Secondary school were from another Universe and breed.They weren't that bad actually but i couldn't let them know that I was barely 2 years older than they were..but many soon found out actually..but then that again is another story...

There I go again being mean.. I think I can’t help it..AHHHH…

Complete with grammatical errors and commentaries.

Dear Miss beh, you are very pretty I wish you a happy teacher day.
you are the teacher. When every time you shout, I and EE ling was very shocked. I and EE ling is best Friend. Now it is a poem.

IF I am a bird I will fly.
IF I am a fish, I will swim.
IF I am a boy I will marry you.
If I am a girl, what could I do?
The END!!!

Why thank you my dears...And I am pretty..AWWWW
*twirls, prances and falls into a tangle*
And I SHOUT.. because you monsters are TOO NOISY
Also things like these make me wonder what cultures they are teaching in Primary school .. This POEM OF LOVE is given to me by 2 lil' girls. Sorry dearies polygamy ain't practised here and erm.. I ain't exactly into Lil girls.
KIDDINGGGGG~
Well I was sorely tempted to do the grammatical corrections and give it back to them. But I would be too cruel to shatter their little hearts.

Dear Miss Beh,
How are you? I’ am fine
Thank. Are you fine too.

I was very happy to see you. We hope you are our form teacher.next time. You are kind and nice. LMG,Hope you be happy always!and stay cute. LMG? means Last message Love you be very happy always.

And this was WEIRDLY given by a male pupil. He must love Hello Kitty and coloured pens A LOT.
And LMG… HOW CUTE IS THAT.

Dear :
Miss
beh
Hello Miss beh, I’m Jaclyn, RuiJing and Siew Hong. You are very kind you know? Do you see just now the letter that we give you?Will you come and teach us again.

If MR TAN is sick will you come and teach us again and again …
YOU FOR OK
You Please Promise Keep it!
Written by Jaclyn, Siew Hong and RuiJing
And on the other side in glittery pink ink
This is a secret purse OK.

And of all this is the CUTEST. Aww Jaclyn/Ruijing/Siew Hong.. You have 3 personalities. And you must HATE MR TAN ALOTTTTTT. And I see he hasn’t been teaching them proper sentence structure too.
Hmm..They must have given me another letter but I couldn’t find it.

And kids really do love to draw.. and ermm I did not DID NOT wear a clown suit to class that day I assure you.

This is a really pretty piece.
And I sure don't bare my belly when I teach, or have queen Amidala hair.
And I don't have a dog too.
And In my time all my humans were drawn with oversized t-shirts with a long skirt with lacy thingys on it.
And this kid actually gave me his/her address and telephone number....

I do admit I was smiling widely as I saw these again.. They make me feel loved and all fuzzy These lil kiddos really were the sweetest bunch.

Make it a triple then..

2005-04-06T01:33:00.000Z

From last night.. on an open untitled word document..
This will make such a psychedelico looking montage.

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Tell me your dreams.
Of violet fields with violet trees and prancing dancing cherubs with chocolate smeared faces
And winged toasters sending flying crusted bread caught by,
Large buxomly nymphettes with green golden speckled eyes and fiery red tresses
Serving you sausages and eggs in edible candy plates and candy forks and candy knives and candy spoons

Yellow polka dotted bikini, Ieensy Teeny Weenie on a staff fluttering in the wind by the silvery coast that lead you to,
The sirens they that sing songs of you, that adore you casting up up high on the pedestal
Of you venerable, of most highest.

That Mother Theresa will come to you on a flying chariot
A Sedan flanked by 4 wonderous beasts of men
One Golden haired and golden skin warm and flowy like the sands of Malibu
One Dark wavy haired of fair skin smooth like the silk of the orient seas
One curled of hair and coal of skin voice so soothing,like waves that call beckoning
One straight hair of red-brown skin painted and tattooed calm and wise
She will smile her Mother Theresa smile.
Saying “World peace. World Peace
All yours to keep. Propogate.
Yours. It’s yours to fill."

Donald Trump plays a game of poker betting everything down to his bottom dollar.
You get his processions the Empire and the empress.
And revel in ripping off his golden wig and pinching his botoxy face till they sag.

And go on the task of deconstructing and then reconstructing the reconstructed MJ back to the deconstructed King of Pop.
Sending him to Martha your housekeeper for some mothering feeding him some jellied scones and sweet tea, telling him bedtime stories
About the “The Juvenile Delinquent that became a Billionaire and others”.
Then also helping him managing his finances.
Stashing them in hidden accounts.
For trips to Northpole.

Trudging in a desert dry and parched.
Feeling your inner liquids being siphoned from under
The skin reaching the surface and then
Dematerializing to join what little molecules of liquids in the air,
To be offered a glass of water to see it sublime joining your bodily fluids
Back to gaia.
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Will go on I suppose..
And Yes Khim.. Ancient Blood..3rd installment will be up soon..

Double dose

2005-04-06T01:28:00.000Z

Haven't posted in a bit..
Here's a double dose of my nonsense.

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Lull us to sleep.
Melodic strains
Touch us.
Venerate us.
Vilify us.
The visible touch of fingerprints left on the polished ebony
Polished gleaming.
Invisible touch on the spirits that lay
Unpolished souls.
The eyes are shut.
The ears are listening.
The heart is closed.
The lips are parted
Soothes it does.
Like a salve that heals slowly as each chord is resonated.
Each beat is drummed.
Each tremor is felt.
With each silence a craving is starved for wanting more
Wanting more.
Greed.
The illegitimate esctacy of flight that sorrows brings with it
Detached.
Temporal.
Knowing.
The final silence.
Nothing is heard.
And the living drift among its excesses.
Asleep.
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Expands and contracts.
Expands and contracts.
A motion. Everlasting.
Shall it ever contract till it eats itself inside out.
Twisting and wrenching
And at it final wrench
The sinews of its mass lose its tautness and tensions.
Then expands ever slowly.
Ever Slowly.
Ever Slowly.
May the cellular units contract amnesia and never shall it contract ever again.
Never wanting to feel the wrench ever again.
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AGAIN..

2005-03-06T13:26:00.000Z

Bloody Shit.

I'm scared.

GOSH!!

2005-03-01T06:37:00.000Z

GOSH..
Why must every freaking thing in be electronically based..
Why the need for a CLEANANDGREENpass to access every freaking single thing..

To keep track on us.. to label us electronically.. To track us down. Using our ISPs and all ..
That we are invisibly bounded like jailmates in a prison-cell or captive slaves in a caravan of vagabon-ic nomadic tribe or a harem of scarred backed whores..with our nooses invisibly wound round our necks ready to be tightened with each electronic transaction we involve ourselves in..

But of course we must be the forerunner in everything. The government must be internet savy to be HIPPY and HOPPY to flaunt to the bloody rest of the world that all "our governmenental departments are electronically connected to the citizens so that they can have easy access to our services"

And please do not quote me on this "hence need not go down to the governmental departments and ministries ~This wonderful facade to show off to our distinguished guests when they visit us... Lest you crowd the place passing your bodily germs to one another in the congested little entrance hall we have spent millions to build.. and that too might increase the volume of people entering our buildings hence increasing too the possibilities of terrorists entering~ And YES I repeat this wonderful facade to show off to our distinguished guests when they visit OUR CLEAN AND GREEN ISLE."

OHH YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU INHABITANTS OF THIS CLEAN AND GREEN ISLE ARE. To have such aesthetically beautiful environments to meet your officials while we generously offer you a native brand's complimentary packet of coloured yellow sugar syrup with a hint of natural flavourings stamped "NOT SO SWEET" drink .

OH SO LUCKY. SO LUCKYYYYY~~ *twirls and prances*

Anyway.. back to the CLEANANDGREEN electronically savy isle.

They bloody darn well have a supercomputer to handle the heavy server load.
And a user friendly interface that even not internet savy people can comprehend the usage. AND WHEN THERE STATES "CLICK ON THE SUBMIT BUTTON" MAKE SURE THERE IS A FREAKING SUBMIT BUTTON.

*hopping livid and mad*

William Blake

2005-02-24T16:12:00.000Z

The Human Abstract

From Songs of Experience

Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.

And mutual fear brings Peace,
Till the selfish loves increase;
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the caterpillar and fly
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.

The gods of the earth and sea
Sought through nature to find this tree,
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the human Brain.

Feel free to do a comment and appreciation on this piece and share with me your thoughts on this...

Would I still then...

2005-02-24T15:49:00.000Z

J'ai écrit l'année dernière ceci sur mon anniversaire...
J'aime ma mere.
Pas Vous??
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I am not a very expressive person when it comes to feelings. I guess there have many times as I was growing up I have made my parents very upset. But my pride or the fact that the storm blows off quick, I have never had the need to say sorry to them to apologize for my misdeeds or what ever. Not the sorry that we say when we forget to do something they have asked us to. But the REAL sorry that comes from our hearts that we feel a release.
I hope there will never come a day where I have to have big regrets by leaving before them (or “Asian taboo-thought”, them before me) and not apologizing to them.

Perhaps some things are better left unsaid.
Perhaps they are not meant to be said.
Perhaps they do not even need to be said.

The implicit understanding that parents have of their children makes it possible for the relationship to continue without a word SORRY. Unlike in many cases of other relationships with elders, friends, with peers, with lovers, with people we know. But is it on the part of the child then to take this implicit understanding for granted?
We seriously do not know.
Should we?
Can we?

I once asked my mom for a loan. It was for some fluff-related media course that I wanted to take. My friend was asking for a loan from her mom and her mom agreed.
So I thought, Why not.

She said no.

I was puzzled, “Why not? I will pay you back when I work.” (I was having a temporary job with MTV Asia then, selling the awards merchandise and I was just waiting for the pay check.)

She said plainly, “No. I will not.”

I was livid. Again I asked, “Why not! It is a loan. It’s not that I am not going pay you back.”

She kept quiet and went away.

The next morning I went to her again asking the same question; before she went off to work (and that was a day before the due date for the course.)

Then she went into a rage.

“How can you ask me for a loan? I am your mother. I cannot loan it to you, I can only GIVE IT to you. You hurt me by asking me for a loan. How can I loan it to you? If you wanna talk about loans, if our relationship was on that basis of lending and return; then what about the years I have fed you, clothed you, let you have a roof over your head, given you an education.
How are you going pay me back?

You can’t you cannot do that.
I cannot lend it to you. I can only GIVE it to you. But we are not well off, you know. Yes, I may have that four hundred dollars now, but what if an emergency occurs. What if we do need that 400 bucks.”

By then she was crying.
So was I. I was still baffled then. She went off to work.

That afternoon she called home.
“If you wanna join the course, just take 400 from my account my card is on the drawer, you know the number.”

Hurrah then? Of course me being the head strong stubborn daughter refused.

Nah. Actually it was then that I understood.

My relationship with my mom is a sacred in the sense that, she is willing to give me all I want even at the detriment of her own life. Just look at the hours she slogs in the office and only to come back to a family of sloths. I included.
I guess it is time for me to be more giving like her. Not to expect much from others, even if appreciation isn’t there. We are a bunch of ungrateful brats.
Truly.

I can’t recall a time when we were really in need of anything or in dire straits. She kept it all to herself. And at the same time, as gave us what we wanted and she was always there. In fact for most part of my life, “There too often” so much so that I felt stifled.

She gave us vacation-trips, gifts, time, love, everything. EVERYTHING.

I mean, get me another child like me. A family not too well off but has been to trips to America, Mauritius, Canada, Australia etc. Get me one. Hardly possible.

We have been so provided for that sometimes I feel crippled.
I do not know the intricate details, I do not look at details.Period.
For example,

“What is needed in an insurance policy, what should I look out for.”

“What details to look for in jobs.”
It all just fell in place for me before.
Why because she was there to help.

Now, as I am surrounded by my clothes, packing my pile of cleanly laundered clothes; that she has washed and folded. And have been sitting on my chair for the past week as I have been working late into the nights at my new job. I know she is preparing food and cleaning up the house for visitors who will come to my place tomorrow for my birthday.

I wonder.
What sacrifices has she made in her life.
She got married as I am about to be 22; to a man like my father. An unexpressive man, except for the slash of the tongue. He loves her dearly though they quarrel. I have never seem him lift a hand at her. I think it is because he knows the sacrifices she has made.

He has always compared me to my mom. With a lady like that, how can I fight? There are no grounds for competition.

She had a couple of suitors when she was young. What made her choose my dad 7 years her senior? A traditional maleist with an ancient Chinese attitude.
Rather then now… Preparing stuff for my birthday, cleaning the kitchen.
Looking tired, with soggy fingers.
Smelling of washing detergent

Could she have done better then?
Would she be decked in diamonds?
Wearing Prada, driving a Mercedes?
Having Hi Tea?

Would I then still be her daughter?

The corn is as high as an elephant's eye...

2005-02-22T08:27:00.000Z

I miss Oklahoma.

Red Rock. Beautiful place.

EDIT

added cos LEO WANTED HIS FACE SEEN.

I think it is the obvious lack of humans in the vast landscape that makes me happy..
*winks and twitches nose*

Din see no corn there though.

Ello elloz..The Malicious Devil speaking

2005-02-22T08:02:00.000Z

Haven't been updating for quite some time. My Bad.
Started on three entries prior to this but left unfinished..too lazy too uninspired or just self censorship.

While some people write for the public. I write for the private.
While their repercussion come in way of public furor.
Mine would shaken my worldly existence as those nearest would see my thoughts clearest.

But I have decided.
I write the crap I write, You read the crap I write.
Take it at face value.
Take it as rants.
Take it whatever way you want it.
Manipulate it. Thow it back at me it.
*shrugs*

Not that there are much to my thoughts anyhow.

Mwahahha.. It's the Malicious Devil speaking not me..
If you read my worldview paper you'd understand.

Once I find that camera wire thingy and upload my photos.
I'll present that bloody bugger that left many bites on my feet/legs..my soles especially.
Revenge is sweet.

2005-02-03T21:32:00.000Z

One can be angry with the world
But one cannot be angry with the self.
The rage eats within.
Till nothing is left.

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Hmm anyway...
Imaginary friends are imaginary for a reason.
They exist awhile. A figment.
And then they disappear.
And you wonder if they really were imaginary .
Or were they actually friends.

Where's Capt'n Sparrow?

2005-01-20T02:10:00.000Z

To Mother A.

A very harsh decision was made.
Unfair?
Yes. But it had to be made.
Some people really have to learn how to see their faults before doing anything else.
You've been helping too much by being an emotional crutch.
She will never learn to do anything herself.
She'll never see her faults.
She'll never learn.
Selfless and selfish. What a joke.

The most logical illogical peson has spoken.
We'll wait for you be back mentally to steer the ship.

Like what Dee said she is still clueless.
Maybe she has to find them before she is ready for ANYTHING~~
___________________

THAT SICK FEELING THAT MAKES YOU FEEL THAT SOMETHING BIG AND BAD WILL HAPPEN IS LOOMING AGAIN.
maybeitsjusttheherbalsoupwithdigestivesandmilk.bbbbbrrruupppppppp.
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" I "

2005-01-09T06:04:00.000Z

Hate you?
Perhaps.
You a devil with a hammer to remind me of the “I”.
The satisfaction of the ego.
Within, one tells me to trust for NOW and that things will work out.
And the other to look beyond the present situation and see what I want within.
The hunger to be me to do the things “I” desire.
To forgo “We”..For time is short.

The Passion.
The two within have been constantly in conflict and the equilibrium will never be reached.
Hence the compromise.
NOW is not the eventuality

Nine winters have passed what say one or two more
For spring doth beckons.
The wings shall be bounded for awhile more
Then I'll leave and Live.

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There is something I need to make clear.
I believe in a Divine Being, A higher power, but it being a Christian, Muslim Buddhist God doesn’t matter to me.
Cos this Being CANNOT be categorized as such.
And SHOULD NOT ever be categorized as Anybody’s Being and be given a label.
But I believe that all of them must lead to one.
I don’t want to believe that a higher power shows its presence just because people ask him for a sign, be it good or bad.

But more importantly.
I don’t want the power to constantly prove itself to me cos then the "magik "disappears.
The Faith is based on concrete evidence and events and shall no longer be Faith.
Cos Faith needs no explanations and proof.
Yet people are constantly challenging the Divine one to prove the Divine presence.

Weird.
Extremist.
Skeptic.
Tired.
BAD COMBI.

Oh well.

Graduation pics

2004-12-12T19:19:00.000Z

I know mine are long over due.. but i have been too busy to upload them, and they're not in my lappy.
BUTBUTBUT.. where are yours?? NO EXCUSE eh!!!

I have only seen Khim's the rest of you guys..HUHUHUHHUHHUHHUH..

Loads of drama these past weeks.. *sigh* (Kinda Stuff of AhCheng,Days of our lives, and Zhan Qeng)
It'll will make me a stronger WOMAN.
*thumps chest*(not much but oh well)
Well will update more when i am less tired.

We look like we're going shopping eh..HONG KONG AGAIN??*winks*

Pink Smurffette Granny with Miki and Oliver

Ma snuck this pic LOL.

Crazy Folks

Yes. They are showing.*mutters*

Nice pic that ended the day.

Silly Nana wanted to do the sailor moon thingy

Pity it's dark.

Deedee and me at the Alumni thingy. I look stoned.O_o

Sad that some of you couldn't be there.
You know who you are eh. But at least you made it for the Alumni thingy*hugs*I realised those i took that day aren't with me..
Pray those DODOheads did not clear the memory card.

More next time.Will try to go sleep now. Tis close to 4 and i need to wake at 7 for work.WOOHOO.

Anyone?

2004-11-10T07:01:00.000Z

Before Sunset.

Ethan Hawke, Julia Delpy
Sigh~
Anyone??

And No not you Ailsa Tan Meiling. I am not tagging along with you and your Hubby.
-.-
Never. No way. lol
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I feel like I need to work myself up to a good cry or a scream. It's when you kind of feel this weird vague sadness and you can't quite shake it off. Only thing that really helps is a good, long, hard, cry.
Then perhaps.. All fine and sunshine.

I feel kinda "stuck", though. Lol. I probably need to unwind and go rent a really sad movie.

Giddyup heehaa woohoo..Hurrah for melodramas.*shrugs*

Oh Well..hmm..I watched Underworld and League of Extraordinary Gentlemen recently.
Rented of course, Cinenow is just like a 5 minute walk away.
Kate Beckinsale was HOTHOT.. Always liked her (Lovely snotty accent too.)
LXG’s set design, graphics, and effects were AWESOME..
And MINA HARKER WAS PETA WILSON from Le Femme Nikita!! (Ahem Birkoff was CUTE too.But anyway..)

But eh.. Both storylines needed some spicing(?) up a lil’ though. No depth.

I am in Grief.

2004-11-07T02:40:00.000Z

I am in grief.

My phone and I have parted on regrettable grounds, in circumstances that could have been avoided, I suppose.

Remember 2 mths back , the phone that I lost with my SIM card in it..That was my mom's..and it was all because this phone was cranky and I had to use hers.. If only I did not procrastinated and repair this cranky one then.. sigh~
It would not have been so sick as to die now. (But thankfully some of the numbers I got ever since have been replicated in BOTH my trusty old notebook and SIM card (if not you guys will get msges like" Who is this?" all over again lol) BUT still argh I should have gone to repair it since the service centre's in Suntec.
Stupid Cherisse.

ANYWAY~
After episodes of Neglect,(literally so cos i keep leaving it at home), Of Abuse (the times i've sent it crashing to the ground), Of incompatibility (tried a Samsung charger to pair the LG with)

It’s all my fault.

It had been giving me weird signals lately.. Last was from Maxis of Msia. It simply wouldn’t charge with my own charger, KX’s worked perfectly fine with it.
Photos would not upload with infrared.

It was weird how it died. As in the events that preceded it’s demise.
It was in a coma the whole of yesterday.
Then I tried turning it on again this morning.

And it did. I received its last message. I read it then it flickered.
The screen had lines and became some weird black. So I turned it off.

Then I turned it on again screen was still blank but the camera flash remained lit.
So I turned it off.
Then I turned it on again, and then it became a vibrator. (Ain’t kidding mind you) So I turned it off.

And now it has remain such. DEAD.

If I sounded overly melodramatic, its because I truly am over grieved and hence a lil high now. BUTBUTBUT… oh well hopefully the warranty’s still valid. I am a poor girl I am.

Sigh~
O_O..

O_o

2004-10-28T13:27:00.000Z

I hate to admit it or rather come to a realization as I was packing my room. I have read more in this past one half month than the last half year.
MAN..Think of all the monies MPH Borders and Kino are earning from me.
Fountain Head
Anthem
Bombay Ice
DaVinci Code
A Short History of nearly everything
Dark Winter
Pattern Recognition
The Skull of Charlotte Corday
The Time Traveller's Wife (finishing soon maybe tonight..not what i expected..so far not bad.. sappy :lol:
One of them Peter Carey's books would be next..
If only all them pages can be transpormed in wads of bills..o_O
I ain't complaining..weirdly I am happy and comforted when i smell the pages of them books. (okie SOME ARE REAL NASTY and they usually give papercuts especially our texts)
BUTBUTBUT..
It just highlights a stark fact.Self revelation.
I AM A GEEK.
And hence self condemnation.
I NEED A LIFE.

SIGH~
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Time for some flufffyflufffluff
Dearies..I went to the airport again today..I had my SPICY SALMON MAKI and EDAMAME.. *beams*
But the nori was so dry that on my first bite it got stuck on my lower lips and it bled. Craziness eh..Oh well~
OOOoooh I was involved in industrial espionage..kinda.. Taking pics of the other camp's exhibition *glups*

I got a couple of CDs for my Bday too..WHOOPEE!!
Joss Stone..her voice*faints*,
Ella Fitz and Louis Armstrong*faints* BIGBAND!!
Jacky Cheung.. his voice *melts*
Fish Leong her voice *melts*
Thanks Chewies and Vic.

PS: Christmas is coming eh~. *coughs* Chronicles of Narnia and His Dark Materials series would be nice.
HEY AM KIDDING...

Soggy Silly me thanks all.

2004-10-27T07:03:00.000Z

Thanks dearies for the greetings..I was pleasantly surprised.
*BIG HUGS* Feeling better too.
With your well wishes..I'll live on the coming year with grace. I hope.
And Cherisse needs a lil prodding when it comes to remembering birthdates..hhehe.. you guys should know by now
Also remind me to get numbers from you guys..been getting weird messages from weird people..one example..Florence Lim from East Lake APA??
I do know a Florencce Teo from Westlake and we weren't exactly the best of friends..sick joke eh~
o_O
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Sometimes things happen...it just hits you TwacK!
Like a GIGANTIC cold and soggy piece of Onde Onde sticky and with the gula melaka oozing out. (btw i hate that stuff) Not a pretty sight and not a nice feeling too. I don't like it.

Sigh~ hmm..it never should have begun i guess..It's weird and unsettling somehow..someway. I don't like what's happening. I know I don't matter. But still I don't like being pushed away,brushed off and left hanging..sorta..not exactly either.
GAH.. Doesn't matter~ I am afterall a babbling insufferable idealist.
That exists somewhere in time? Somewhere at least i think. Tooowooooomba ~shrugs~

But do I?
Exist.

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A sidenote on existence
Hmm...
A person is defined greatly by the accumulation of memories and experience.
True.
Hence, this is to say my existence from your point of view is based on your memories.
But people forget.

So then I cease to exist.

SWEET.
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A pretty quirky..weirdy entry yet again..but just a random babble (Courtesy of Chlorpheniramine,Bontacid and whatever colorful crap they're feeding me)
*yawnz* Its just me eh lol~
The soggy silly me. *sneezes*

The Universal Truth.

2004-10-12T13:14:00.000Z

Honesty to thyself is the most painful ordeal.
Yet the easiest.And the hardest.

The truth hurts.
The truth will hit hard.

But will it then be too late?

But then again..
The self is to blame as blindness is a choice,
For Love is blind,
It is an immutable and universal truth.

Ouch.
But we live. Life goes on.

But for some it doesn't.