oh the irony. after watching the victoria secret's fashion show last night, i was inspired to return to the gym. to eat healthier.. all the while thinking of people who tell me that i should just stop eating to lose weight 'cos it has worked for them.
then i came across this video of Jessica Simpson interviewing Isabelle Caro, the anorexic nude model who died 17 Nov 2011, weighing at just 32 kg when she was 1.65m.
people, if you wanna lose weight, start exercising, dammit.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
but there are some memories better left forgotten on this path. especially memories of friends who chose to drift from you, only to become hi-bye acquaintances. 'cos there's really no point in leaving any part of yourself in that relationship.
but all's not lost. while i seem to have that many of such 'friends' whom i can barely call friends now.. i have acquaintances who have become fast friends. new friends who have proven worthy in a sense, with their offers of hugs, listening ears and shoulders to cry on. friends who will sit there, listen to you whine, let you cry your heart out, then buy you ice cream or a beer or whatever you fancy to make it all better.
friends who know that you've put your heart out there to be crushed stupidly, and wait until you go crying to them, and have their arms open for you to seek just that little solace.
yes, despite the screwed up 'friendships' i've had in the past, i've also memories worth taking along this journey as i venture down this path to some destination still unknown to me.
to whomever it may concern, please be a memory that I don't want to forget. that's all i ask and beg of you.
please let me find worth in leaving part of me in that memory.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
occupational hazard at its funniest. email thread after reading abt missing millions at M1 as reported in Business Times, 23 Nov.
GYY@14:56: "Imagine when the company takes over the ownership of the stingray... they will have to record that under PPE – Stingray.... Depreciated over estimated lifespan of a stingray of n years...."
YRC@15:13: "Eh? Stingray is PPE? No what i will record it as Inventory.....got sales value....why u record under ppe?"
Me@15:15: "Inventory fail la. Doesn’t meet FRS 2 requirement of inventory for telcos."
YRC@15:16: "Ok (GYY) and i have decided to write off and peng kang"
oh. em. gee.
GYY@14:56: "Imagine when the company takes over the ownership of the stingray... they will have to record that under PPE – Stingray.... Depreciated over estimated lifespan of a stingray of n years...."
YRC@15:13: "Eh? Stingray is PPE? No what i will record it as Inventory.....got sales value....why u record under ppe?"
Me@15:15: "Inventory fail la. Doesn’t meet FRS 2 requirement of inventory for telcos."
YRC@15:16: "Ok (GYY) and i have decided to write off and peng kang"
oh. em. gee.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
My Eulogy
"Eulogy" comes from the greek word, "eulogia" and refers a speech or writing in praise of a person or thing, especially one recently deceased. but this is not a praise to myself. it is not intended to be one. this is me hoping that the world saw, remembered and thought of me as the person whom i tried to present myself as.
i hope the world saw me as someone who always tried too hard to be helpful. that i would step up to the best of my ability and rise to the challenge when it presented itself. so when people remember how anal i was about grammar, they would remember how i helped with their reports and presentations.
i hope the world saw me as someone who would poke my nose into the affairs of the people i cared about simply because i wanted to be there to catch them when they fall. and even if i'm not in time to prevent the fall, i'm there to pick them up even after laughing at how silly the fall was. that i'm always ready with a hug or a prayer or both.
i want the world to remember me as someone you want as a friend and never an enemy. that people will remember how fiercely i would defend my friends and protect them. yet that they'll also remember that i dare to rebuke my friends when they are in the wrong.
i hope the world knows that i'm also nothing more than a mere human, perfectly imperfect. that i have my shortcomings and i have failed those i care about one way or another. that no apology can right the wrongs but know this, it is never my intention to hurt those i care about.
and by the fact that i'm human, know this. i fall. i hurt. i bleed. i cry. these are my imperfections. that i will be frustrated, annoyed, angry and upset. know that i embrace all my imperfections but i've never glorified them.and if you have forgotten all that i've written here, remember this one thing.
i want the world to see, remember and know me as a christian, trying to find my footing in the world. Trying, despite my sinful nature, to please God and glorify Him in the ways I only know how to. that i know i've failed God on so many accounts but i've never left His side. that come the day the world forgets my name and what i was like as a person, they'll still see, remember and know me as a child of God.
i'm not going to tell you to cry. i'm not going to tell you to be sad. I'm not going to tell you to cheer and rejoice. I'm going to tell you to feel the way you want to feel about my absence, be it joy, tears or indifference. Humans are entitled to feel the way they feel without anyone trying to control it. But this I'm going to tell you.
Forget my name. Forget my face. Let me be "that girl" or "that person who's name I don't remember anymore". But don't forget how I made you feel.
And please, don't forget that I walked with God, for God.
******
for some reason, i felt compelled to write my own. to be read at my own funeral. am i mad? maybe. but hey, it's my life. :)
"Eulogy" comes from the greek word, "eulogia" and refers a speech or writing in praise of a person or thing, especially one recently deceased. but this is not a praise to myself. it is not intended to be one. this is me hoping that the world saw, remembered and thought of me as the person whom i tried to present myself as.
i hope the world saw me as someone who always tried too hard to be helpful. that i would step up to the best of my ability and rise to the challenge when it presented itself. so when people remember how anal i was about grammar, they would remember how i helped with their reports and presentations.
i hope the world saw me as someone who would poke my nose into the affairs of the people i cared about simply because i wanted to be there to catch them when they fall. and even if i'm not in time to prevent the fall, i'm there to pick them up even after laughing at how silly the fall was. that i'm always ready with a hug or a prayer or both.
i want the world to remember me as someone you want as a friend and never an enemy. that people will remember how fiercely i would defend my friends and protect them. yet that they'll also remember that i dare to rebuke my friends when they are in the wrong.
i hope the world knows that i'm also nothing more than a mere human, perfectly imperfect. that i have my shortcomings and i have failed those i care about one way or another. that no apology can right the wrongs but know this, it is never my intention to hurt those i care about.
and by the fact that i'm human, know this. i fall. i hurt. i bleed. i cry. these are my imperfections. that i will be frustrated, annoyed, angry and upset. know that i embrace all my imperfections but i've never glorified them.and if you have forgotten all that i've written here, remember this one thing.
i want the world to see, remember and know me as a christian, trying to find my footing in the world. Trying, despite my sinful nature, to please God and glorify Him in the ways I only know how to. that i know i've failed God on so many accounts but i've never left His side. that come the day the world forgets my name and what i was like as a person, they'll still see, remember and know me as a child of God.
i'm not going to tell you to cry. i'm not going to tell you to be sad. I'm not going to tell you to cheer and rejoice. I'm going to tell you to feel the way you want to feel about my absence, be it joy, tears or indifference. Humans are entitled to feel the way they feel without anyone trying to control it. But this I'm going to tell you.
Forget my name. Forget my face. Let me be "that girl" or "that person who's name I don't remember anymore". But don't forget how I made you feel.
And please, don't forget that I walked with God, for God.
******
for some reason, i felt compelled to write my own. to be read at my own funeral. am i mad? maybe. but hey, it's my life. :)
Thursday, November 04, 2010
just caught voyage de la vie.
on the surface, it looks like any other circus act with the contortionist, juggler, acrobats.. and it ends nearly out of context with the lead finishing off with the voyage de la vie. if you didn't know already, "voyage de la vie" means "journey of the life".
"It's not about the destination. 'cos the moment you arrive you'll find what you're looking for has always been right there inside, right there in your heart. on this beautiful journey of life." - Voyage de la vie
sure, the show is amazing. breath-taking. lead singer needs better diction. viktor kee is amazing, and i'm not talking abt his costume during his juggling act.
each act, like every other circus act, increases in difficulty level. stunts get tougher. yet each performer brings it through and ends with an astounding finish.
each act reflects life, doesn't it?
everyone will go through challenges.. and with each new challenge, the old ones don't seem as daunting and become even routine. but it's not being able to overcome the challenge that matters. it's how you overcome it. that is, THE journey of life.
****
hooked on this song for now.
on the surface, it looks like any other circus act with the contortionist, juggler, acrobats.. and it ends nearly out of context with the lead finishing off with the voyage de la vie. if you didn't know already, "voyage de la vie" means "journey of the life".
"It's not about the destination. 'cos the moment you arrive you'll find what you're looking for has always been right there inside, right there in your heart. on this beautiful journey of life." - Voyage de la vie
sure, the show is amazing. breath-taking. lead singer needs better diction. viktor kee is amazing, and i'm not talking abt his costume during his juggling act.
each act, like every other circus act, increases in difficulty level. stunts get tougher. yet each performer brings it through and ends with an astounding finish.
each act reflects life, doesn't it?
everyone will go through challenges.. and with each new challenge, the old ones don't seem as daunting and become even routine. but it's not being able to overcome the challenge that matters. it's how you overcome it. that is, THE journey of life.
****
hooked on this song for now.
Friday, October 08, 2010
latest updates, the left eye is still swollen, as well as the left area above the cheekbone. other than that, i've done my work for the day and i'm a-ok.
by Sarah Dingwall 
by Georgie Kay
given the time, i was looking at my ongoing personal projects
- earring website (still... pending.. ahahaha.)
- sgflea. completed. uploaded bags too!
- room
the room project is hopefully going to be done by end of the year. i've been surfing to get ideas and i came across this amazing website that reminded me of how much i just love melbourne. (photo credits all to TheDesignFiles.net
by Sarah Dingwallby Georgie KayGeorgie Kay's company has done some amazing events too. this is just too pretty!!!!
if ever i do get married, i want either style just for friends. the family can be stuffed into some random yummy tung lok restaurant.
random ramblings. but yes. The Design Files is currently my favorite design website. whee~
Thursday, October 07, 2010
today, i was hit with another allergic reaction after lunch. not something that happens usually but it has happened before. swollen puffy eyes. itching throat.
this one more intense than the previous few.
when i was in the cab to the doctor's, i felt like i was dying. my whole body was itching. my throat hurt. i could barely open my eyes. and i was breathless. for a while, i felt like i was going to die.
how apt though. just last night, i was writing my own eulogy for my own funeral. random, i know. but the timing then.. as the cab ambered along bukit timah, i was wondering who i should contact to let them know about the eulogy.
it was the scariest feeling ever. i closed my eyes (not difficult..) and prayed. i just prayed. i couldn't tell if i was crying or not as my eyes were already tearing from the reaction since my eyes started to swell.
with His blessings, i'm fine right now, my right eye is nearly back to its original size. my left eye is slightly more than half of the original size. but it's an improvement nevertheless. despite the numerous pills i'm popping, i'm thankful that everything else is normal. sigh.
this one more intense than the previous few.
when i was in the cab to the doctor's, i felt like i was dying. my whole body was itching. my throat hurt. i could barely open my eyes. and i was breathless. for a while, i felt like i was going to die.
how apt though. just last night, i was writing my own eulogy for my own funeral. random, i know. but the timing then.. as the cab ambered along bukit timah, i was wondering who i should contact to let them know about the eulogy.
it was the scariest feeling ever. i closed my eyes (not difficult..) and prayed. i just prayed. i couldn't tell if i was crying or not as my eyes were already tearing from the reaction since my eyes started to swell.
with His blessings, i'm fine right now, my right eye is nearly back to its original size. my left eye is slightly more than half of the original size. but it's an improvement nevertheless. despite the numerous pills i'm popping, i'm thankful that everything else is normal. sigh.
Monday, September 20, 2010
just before hari raya puasa, a few friends and i headed out to Holland Village for chicken wings, satay and beer. unfortunately, the satay never happened 'cos the store didn't sell satay in the evening (like huh...) and chicken wings were resigned to spicy wings in Harry's.
so while chilling in Harry's, we chatted/complained about the usual things, namely, work. one friend, D, shared his frustration. and he came up with the best analogy we have ever heard from him. a little background, he's trying to clean up stuff that have been left behind by people who are no longer around.
his analogy? he likened the situation to having a pig from long long ago. Pig A has been butchered. the tail is in one container. the ears in another container. he's found ears in one container. he's told that it belongs to Pig A, the pig he's looking for. there's no way to confirm that it belongs to Pig A as there is no tagging and no one else can confirm it. there are many other containers with many other ears.
hence also known as "GGFML"
we were naturally laughing throughout the entire night, even on our way home.
one of the girls, affectionately known as Pig, drove. D sat in the passenger seat and suddenly it was beeping. turned out he didn't put his seatbelt. we started to talk abt the sensors that had detected someone in the seat. i said it had to do with placement of weight. one friend said that there was a heat sensor.
then pesky, in her usual pesky way, asked what wld have happened if there were many many bowls of kway teow soup that were heavy and definitely way too hot. D played along and pretended to be a voice sensor of the car in a robotic tone, "I am sorry. Passenger combusting. Passenger combusting."
we died laughing in the car.
i seriously have mad friends.
so while chilling in Harry's, we chatted/complained about the usual things, namely, work. one friend, D, shared his frustration. and he came up with the best analogy we have ever heard from him. a little background, he's trying to clean up stuff that have been left behind by people who are no longer around.
his analogy? he likened the situation to having a pig from long long ago. Pig A has been butchered. the tail is in one container. the ears in another container. he's found ears in one container. he's told that it belongs to Pig A, the pig he's looking for. there's no way to confirm that it belongs to Pig A as there is no tagging and no one else can confirm it. there are many other containers with many other ears.
hence also known as "GGFML"
we were naturally laughing throughout the entire night, even on our way home.
one of the girls, affectionately known as Pig, drove. D sat in the passenger seat and suddenly it was beeping. turned out he didn't put his seatbelt. we started to talk abt the sensors that had detected someone in the seat. i said it had to do with placement of weight. one friend said that there was a heat sensor.
then pesky, in her usual pesky way, asked what wld have happened if there were many many bowls of kway teow soup that were heavy and definitely way too hot. D played along and pretended to be a voice sensor of the car in a robotic tone, "I am sorry. Passenger combusting. Passenger combusting."
we died laughing in the car.
i seriously have mad friends.
Monday, September 06, 2010
so many.. so many rants that follow today's Townhall Conference. in essence, it was mindless propaganda to convince disgruntled staff that they have been empowered to make a difference and be the difference that they want to see. huh. heard it a million times... seen it flop a million times. stop lying to our face, dear Firm.
**
on a lighter note, after dinner, i sat in front of the telly and finished a show with my dad. based in chongqing, zhongshan, it was a true story about a man who carved 6,000 steps into the mountain for a woman that he loved. archived footages of the couple were sweet. really really sweet.
(read more on the couple here.)
the son of the couple recounts how the father would go down the mountain to gather food and what-nots while the mother stood outside the house diligently to await his return.
then you learn that the man fell sick... you hear how the woman he called his wife made her way down the mountain at 2 am in the rain to her son's place at the foot of the mountain to call for help... only to find out that she reached the bottom only at daybreak given her age... then how he passed away due to a stroke a few hours later when they returned.. and finally watching the elderly woman press her eyes in painful remembrance as she tells the camera how much she still wishes for the man she spent half a century loving to come back to get her, it hits you..
love really is just that pure and simple.
unconvulated by the complexities of today's world and the selfishness of man's sinful heart... pure and simple love does still exists.
that's one little thing i pray i'll never forget.
**
on a lighter note, after dinner, i sat in front of the telly and finished a show with my dad. based in chongqing, zhongshan, it was a true story about a man who carved 6,000 steps into the mountain for a woman that he loved. archived footages of the couple were sweet. really really sweet.
(read more on the couple here.)
the son of the couple recounts how the father would go down the mountain to gather food and what-nots while the mother stood outside the house diligently to await his return.
then you learn that the man fell sick... you hear how the woman he called his wife made her way down the mountain at 2 am in the rain to her son's place at the foot of the mountain to call for help... only to find out that she reached the bottom only at daybreak given her age... then how he passed away due to a stroke a few hours later when they returned.. and finally watching the elderly woman press her eyes in painful remembrance as she tells the camera how much she still wishes for the man she spent half a century loving to come back to get her, it hits you..
love really is just that pure and simple.
unconvulated by the complexities of today's world and the selfishness of man's sinful heart... pure and simple love does still exists.
that's one little thing i pray i'll never forget.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
going to the toilet has turned into an excursion with the toilets on my floor deciding to take a renovation break. Not too bad. i get daily forced exercise when climbing up 2 flights of stairs to get the toilet on the 7th floor. retarded. but it works.
side note, in a bid to help a friend find apt songs to sing at our company's D&D (the attached responsibility of playing music buddy/dictionary to a friend), i found this one that i like. a lot. never knew the title. not the band. now i do.
enjoy.
Lady Antebellum - Need You Now
side note, in a bid to help a friend find apt songs to sing at our company's D&D (the attached responsibility of playing music buddy/dictionary to a friend), i found this one that i like. a lot. never knew the title. not the band. now i do.
enjoy.
Lady Antebellum - Need You Now
Saturday, July 31, 2010
something a few friends and i talked about. like how kids can no longer be punished in schools without parents going into overdrive about the kid's self esteem and yadda yadda what-have-yous.
we then agreed that if we ever had kids of our own, we would not spare the rod. simply because we turned out to be healthy adults with no self-esteem issues or anger mgt problems.
then i thought about it. it's simply back to the simple rule of nature: survival of the fittest. (for the lack of a better concept..)
kids born in the 80s used to always get caned or spanked. i firmly believe that the stronger ones always become more resilient. we always found a way to dodge the cane, be it throwing canes away or holding the cane hostage while hiding behind the couch. when hiding was no longer an option, we turn to prevention. we learnt what was approved and what wasn't.
we adapted to the 'abuse'. we grew stronger with each caning or punishment received. we don't have self-esteem issues. we don't blame anyone for our punishments. we take it, we adapt and we remain confident of ourselves as persons.
the weaker ones.. well.. crumble.
it's just part of life isn't it? you get what you give. God forbid that the world becomes filled with spoilt dumbasses. sigh.
on a side note, i think this will be an awesome show..
we then agreed that if we ever had kids of our own, we would not spare the rod. simply because we turned out to be healthy adults with no self-esteem issues or anger mgt problems.
then i thought about it. it's simply back to the simple rule of nature: survival of the fittest. (for the lack of a better concept..)
kids born in the 80s used to always get caned or spanked. i firmly believe that the stronger ones always become more resilient. we always found a way to dodge the cane, be it throwing canes away or holding the cane hostage while hiding behind the couch. when hiding was no longer an option, we turn to prevention. we learnt what was approved and what wasn't.
we adapted to the 'abuse'. we grew stronger with each caning or punishment received. we don't have self-esteem issues. we don't blame anyone for our punishments. we take it, we adapt and we remain confident of ourselves as persons.
the weaker ones.. well.. crumble.
it's just part of life isn't it? you get what you give. God forbid that the world becomes filled with spoilt dumbasses. sigh.
on a side note, i think this will be an awesome show..
Monday, July 26, 2010
credits to leloveimage.blogspot.com
28 June 2003. wow.
sure, that was more than 7 years ago. i've had similar moments too. i can assure you that i have never doubted your feelings for her. i don't doubt that the way you feel is different now. it has to be different because you're older. because you've seen more of life. because you've moved on (i hope).
Only God knows how much you loved her back then. How happy she made you. how devoted you were to the girl who made you happy just by smiling and smsing you. How painless the relationship was until towards the end when it started to get screwed up. Only God knows how much pain you went through and how long it took you to finally get over her (assuming that you have already).
i don't know if it still hurts when you mention her now or not. but it probably does. and i'm quite sure you miss her tonnes, whether you admit it or not. you have to. you were seemingly selfless in your pursuit of her affections. she was your sunshine. your light. your hope. you were always bursting to declare how much she meant to you.
i promise, as your best friend, that i'll be there when the next one comes along to make sure that you will love her even more than you ever did with anyone. i'll make sure that she mends your heart if she should ever break it. we'll make the next one work, i promise.
if not, what kind of a best friend would i be if i can't help you be happy? it is my oligation. it is my responsibility. to you, here's to hoping. i'll cope.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
you know sometimes you get that feeling that something bad has happened..
you call.. you sms.. no response..
and with every second ticking away, you find yourself becoming more nervous. more anxious. more afraid..
but you've done whatever you can do, short of being a psychotic-stalker..
what do you do?
you simply pray. you simply pray with all your heart that everything is ok. that everything is fine. that nothing is wrong. that the little chill in your heart and uneasiness in your tums will go away once you receive that sms or call.
i'm praying. just praying.
you call.. you sms.. no response..
and with every second ticking away, you find yourself becoming more nervous. more anxious. more afraid..
but you've done whatever you can do, short of being a psychotic-stalker..
what do you do?
you simply pray. you simply pray with all your heart that everything is ok. that everything is fine. that nothing is wrong. that the little chill in your heart and uneasiness in your tums will go away once you receive that sms or call.
i'm praying. just praying.
Monday, July 05, 2010
friday spelt the start of my leave period. or rather thursday evening when i left office deliriously happy and a huge load off my chest and back.
so i'm on leave until next sunday (whoots!). and yes, it's one of them self-discovery break from work. and i discovered that i want to be a stay-home wife/mom.
i'm not kidding.
as the bus trudged along orchard road, bringing me home, i stared wistfully at the afternoon crowd and wished i was part of it. it's not just the shopping. it's the ability to just do what you really want to do. like bake. cook. look after the kids. i actually want to do all that.
speaking of kids, i had the chance of 'influencing' a baby on the train again. the first time i exerted some form of power, i got a baby to nom the blankie. today, i was standing by the door and there was a baby just at the seat by the glass. for convenience's sake, let's address the kid as "he".
the kid was gurgling and grinning widely at me. i smiled back widely and stuck my tongue out. he looked at me, pressed his face against the glass and stuck his tongue, still pressed against the glass. he was just licking glass. i burst out in silent laughter.
anyway, i digress.. i'm not looking for a lifestyle of the rich and famous. i don't need to buy high-end luxury goods. i just want to do what i want to do.
one nice thing about this leave is the little gems that i find along the way. like at the takashimaya food festival, i found a really good roast! Mocambo coffee by the Drago family. even without sugar, the cafe latte had a buttery texture. and the aftertaste is sweet! absolute love. i spoke to the girl serving me and found out that they are opening up a cafe at the promenade mrt station. whoots!!
much to do this leave period. much to do. :)
so i'm on leave until next sunday (whoots!). and yes, it's one of them self-discovery break from work. and i discovered that i want to be a stay-home wife/mom.
i'm not kidding.
as the bus trudged along orchard road, bringing me home, i stared wistfully at the afternoon crowd and wished i was part of it. it's not just the shopping. it's the ability to just do what you really want to do. like bake. cook. look after the kids. i actually want to do all that.
speaking of kids, i had the chance of 'influencing' a baby on the train again. the first time i exerted some form of power, i got a baby to nom the blankie. today, i was standing by the door and there was a baby just at the seat by the glass. for convenience's sake, let's address the kid as "he".
the kid was gurgling and grinning widely at me. i smiled back widely and stuck my tongue out. he looked at me, pressed his face against the glass and stuck his tongue, still pressed against the glass. he was just licking glass. i burst out in silent laughter.
anyway, i digress.. i'm not looking for a lifestyle of the rich and famous. i don't need to buy high-end luxury goods. i just want to do what i want to do.
one nice thing about this leave is the little gems that i find along the way. like at the takashimaya food festival, i found a really good roast! Mocambo coffee by the Drago family. even without sugar, the cafe latte had a buttery texture. and the aftertaste is sweet! absolute love. i spoke to the girl serving me and found out that they are opening up a cafe at the promenade mrt station. whoots!!
much to do this leave period. much to do. :)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
my first attempt at chinese song writing. no tune in mind. no music. just words. bleah. i suck at tunes.
雨天
歌词:秀君
好久没见到你，你还好吗
不知你现在在那里
你还是会觉得我的疑问很烦恼
还为了我的唠叨而不又自觉的笑
好久没见到你，你还是一样吗
不知你还是喜欢雨天
就在这个时间还是喜欢坐在窗口
看着雨点在窗外留下来或亲你的脸
想知道下雨那天你有没有想到我
看着雨点滴下来有没有想起我的泪
雨天寒冷有没有怀念我紧紧抱着你
因为在雨天我还是想念你温柔的体温
还是记得你身上那熟悉的香味
能不能再回到你在下雨那天离开了我身边
重新在给我最后一个机会爱你
***
on a side note, heard the remix of "Big Girls Don't Cry" between Fergie and Sean Kingston. i really hate how they add autotune to songs that are already amazing and just.. grossified it. yar, i'm creating my own words now too. it just upsets me when a perfectly good song is ruined. sigh.
gimme the original any day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agrXgrAgQ0U
雨天
歌词:秀君
好久没见到你，你还好吗
不知你现在在那里
你还是会觉得我的疑问很烦恼
还为了我的唠叨而不又自觉的笑
好久没见到你，你还是一样吗
不知你还是喜欢雨天
就在这个时间还是喜欢坐在窗口
看着雨点在窗外留下来或亲你的脸
想知道下雨那天你有没有想到我
看着雨点滴下来有没有想起我的泪
雨天寒冷有没有怀念我紧紧抱着你
因为在雨天我还是想念你温柔的体温
还是记得你身上那熟悉的香味
能不能再回到你在下雨那天离开了我身边
重新在给我最后一个机会爱你
***
on a side note, heard the remix of "Big Girls Don't Cry" between Fergie and Sean Kingston. i really hate how they add autotune to songs that are already amazing and just.. grossified it. yar, i'm creating my own words now too. it just upsets me when a perfectly good song is ruined. sigh.
gimme the original any day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agrXgrAgQ0U
Thursday, May 20, 2010
i need a holiday.
one where i'm away from familiar faces. one where i can spend the day just nuaing over coffee to rest from walking the streets for photo ops. now that i've got my Sony 550, i can go mad.
maybe i'll meet a stranger who'd sweep me off my feet and give me a whirlwind holiday for that period i'm away. a stranger who makes it so easy for me to fall in love with and, just as easily, walk away from.
i wld love to venture back to melbs again. my home away from home. but it's expensive. plus, i have to save up for crazy travelling next year. Florida beckons. Esp when mommy's super keen on flying business class. plus there's Melbs and Sydney (memo to self: cfm with jl again)
i'm just tired.
tired of being expected to meet close to impossible expectations which would be easily possible if the cloning technology was available to me. tired of lowering my own expectations of people. tired of being ignored by people whom i'm awaiting responses/actions from. tired of people who expect me to live my life as though they are my King/Queen.
just tired.
something just screams to me that working late and surviving on 5 hours of sleep will kill me eventually. that's assuming that politics in office haven't taken me down with the mutiple stab wounds on the back.
i miss the simpler days. where people aren't two-faced. where people mean what they say. where people keep their promises. and where apologies are sincere. i want to be a kid again. 'cos at least i'm ignorant of all this shit to even realize that it's happening around me.
i never meant for this to be a long post but geez, there's only so much a girl can take. you tell me that i am crazily positive and with an incredible attitude. you tell me that i'm carefree. you make me out to be such a bundle of sunshine. then you take me down by telling me that you think i'm useless and close to be hopeless.
even the sun burns out
even angels fall
and in the middle of all this, i hear malicious gossip that i'm not on good terms with people and i'm cocky. seriously? the last time that happened, it was in.. oh wait... UNI. and everytime, it happens because of people who i either do not know well or do not know AT ALL.
i've been called names by these people... proud.. rude.. selective with people i hang out (i.e. my monday night bus buddies who happen to be some of the popular jocks 'cos hey, that's the time SPORTS CCAS ALL END.).. arrogant.. a bitch.. even names that suggest i don't have any female friends and only guy friends.. now there's cocky to add to the list.
whatever for? just because i'm confident? if it is, i admit, i don't know where i get my confidence from except from God. i don't know for what reasons i can attribute my confidence to. all i know is that if i don't believe in myself, it's people like you who'll take me down. and i refuse to let you interfere with my life and wreck it for me.
Never. i've been through too much shit to let you win at any point of my life.
i'm not proud of the names or characteristics that have been attributed to me. the ego in me takes pride in the fact that you let me affect your life so badly that you see the need to take me down. and if you think i'd reciprocate, please... that's beneath me. i have no reason to take anyone down.
plus i don't believe anyone else other than God has the power to destroy my life. and i don't give a shit about why you think you need to mess up my life. i don't care for the reasons you give yourself to screw up my life. i care for your lack of self confidence. perhaps that's why i'm arrogant and cocky..
my friends expect me to retaliate. close friends know i can tear someone down in a rather merciless and cryptically humorous manner. i know what i'm capable of. heck, i've got my connections. but i won't. i have no reason. but i worry that you're killing yourself slowly by letting me be your insecurity. seriously, i am no one that important and powerful enough to affect your life. i'm not God.
sigh. what a rant.
i want to return to those days where i can care for a person and know that they'd just accept it, rather than think i've got other ulterior motives. my only motive for caring? because of God. i have no other reason to do good to you other than the fact that God commands me to. and i obey. 'cos He's God.
***
i'm still praying. i'm still holding on to You. i promise i never left Your side. i've been disobedient. a wild precocious little girl. Your willful little child. i'm not coming back. i can't. simply because i never left. just give me time to sort this out now. i'm sorry, You.
one where i'm away from familiar faces. one where i can spend the day just nuaing over coffee to rest from walking the streets for photo ops. now that i've got my Sony 550, i can go mad.
maybe i'll meet a stranger who'd sweep me off my feet and give me a whirlwind holiday for that period i'm away. a stranger who makes it so easy for me to fall in love with and, just as easily, walk away from.
i wld love to venture back to melbs again. my home away from home. but it's expensive. plus, i have to save up for crazy travelling next year. Florida beckons. Esp when mommy's super keen on flying business class. plus there's Melbs and Sydney (memo to self: cfm with jl again)
i'm just tired.
tired of being expected to meet close to impossible expectations which would be easily possible if the cloning technology was available to me. tired of lowering my own expectations of people. tired of being ignored by people whom i'm awaiting responses/actions from. tired of people who expect me to live my life as though they are my King/Queen.
just tired.
something just screams to me that working late and surviving on 5 hours of sleep will kill me eventually. that's assuming that politics in office haven't taken me down with the mutiple stab wounds on the back.
i miss the simpler days. where people aren't two-faced. where people mean what they say. where people keep their promises. and where apologies are sincere. i want to be a kid again. 'cos at least i'm ignorant of all this shit to even realize that it's happening around me.
i never meant for this to be a long post but geez, there's only so much a girl can take. you tell me that i am crazily positive and with an incredible attitude. you tell me that i'm carefree. you make me out to be such a bundle of sunshine. then you take me down by telling me that you think i'm useless and close to be hopeless.
even the sun burns out
even angels fall
and in the middle of all this, i hear malicious gossip that i'm not on good terms with people and i'm cocky. seriously? the last time that happened, it was in.. oh wait... UNI. and everytime, it happens because of people who i either do not know well or do not know AT ALL.
i've been called names by these people... proud.. rude.. selective with people i hang out (i.e. my monday night bus buddies who happen to be some of the popular jocks 'cos hey, that's the time SPORTS CCAS ALL END.).. arrogant.. a bitch.. even names that suggest i don't have any female friends and only guy friends.. now there's cocky to add to the list.
whatever for? just because i'm confident? if it is, i admit, i don't know where i get my confidence from except from God. i don't know for what reasons i can attribute my confidence to. all i know is that if i don't believe in myself, it's people like you who'll take me down. and i refuse to let you interfere with my life and wreck it for me.
Never. i've been through too much shit to let you win at any point of my life.
i'm not proud of the names or characteristics that have been attributed to me. the ego in me takes pride in the fact that you let me affect your life so badly that you see the need to take me down. and if you think i'd reciprocate, please... that's beneath me. i have no reason to take anyone down.
plus i don't believe anyone else other than God has the power to destroy my life. and i don't give a shit about why you think you need to mess up my life. i don't care for the reasons you give yourself to screw up my life. i care for your lack of self confidence. perhaps that's why i'm arrogant and cocky..
my friends expect me to retaliate. close friends know i can tear someone down in a rather merciless and cryptically humorous manner. i know what i'm capable of. heck, i've got my connections. but i won't. i have no reason. but i worry that you're killing yourself slowly by letting me be your insecurity. seriously, i am no one that important and powerful enough to affect your life. i'm not God.
sigh. what a rant.
i want to return to those days where i can care for a person and know that they'd just accept it, rather than think i've got other ulterior motives. my only motive for caring? because of God. i have no other reason to do good to you other than the fact that God commands me to. and i obey. 'cos He's God.
***
i'm still praying. i'm still holding on to You. i promise i never left Your side. i've been disobedient. a wild precocious little girl. Your willful little child. i'm not coming back. i can't. simply because i never left. just give me time to sort this out now. i'm sorry, You.
Friday, May 14, 2010
incredibly grateful for a day that didn't start out well. ah nuts, i didn't expect the morning to be good anyway. but oh gosh. the rest of the day?
amazing. simply amazing.
caught up with friends, old and new. coffee.. tea... cakes.. gelato.. prata.. it was just.. amazing.
thank you for the smses.. the fb msgs..
the many many hugs..
thank you. :)
amazing. simply amazing.
caught up with friends, old and new. coffee.. tea... cakes.. gelato.. prata.. it was just.. amazing.
thank you for the smses.. the fb msgs..
the many many hugs..
thank you. :)
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Are there are times when your accounting company drives you mad? like how they insist that every sheet of paper that you print needs to be tracked and credited to the 'sacrificial lamb/pigeon'? and more often then not, you find that you become that sacrificial lamb or pigeon. and your blood (aka salary) is depleting faster than expected.
fear not, i thought of three ways of getting out of the hot pot and being turned into kambeng or bamboo pigeon stew.
Credit it to the source
firstly, who's the source? let's say the person printing it is the source. highly likely that it's you. but you protest, "i'm printing 'cos my manager wants to review it!"
the manager then insists that he/she reviews it 'cos the big boss wants them to review it first. so it's the big boss.
but the big boss will insist that he's reviewing it to give the clients assurance.
but you can't overcharge the client! what about recovery of the job? GG-fied. it's a never ending cycle of who's to be blamed, usually you. Hence, i propose hanging the big bosses' staff passes at the printers though. staff welfare at its best, really.
no? moving on...
Don't Print
really. don't. think of the ink costs. the toners. heck, we save space by not having a printer. and the environement too! let everything be in soft copy. or bleeping hand-written. can't read? refer to soft copy.
even better, our clients wld be most impressed at our sincerity that every friggin' work presented to them is hand-written, including the hardcopy presentation slides for their reference. no more printed P&P. we'll send you the entire thing in soft copy. plus a pretty cover page from our image library. we'll even throw in free consultation as to the weight of the paper that they shld print on. 100 gsm will suffice. perhaps 180gsm for cover page.
ok, perhaps being anal here. final goods can be printed. it will be charged to the client rightfully. but all the work in the middle for reviewing? soft copy or hand-written: managers need to state their preferences.
Quit
nab the bugger in the bud. go for the reason you're in this scrap, i.e. the structure of company. solves everything right? but you say, "if i quit, where do i go? i've gotten all this knowledge! i need to share it with the world! i love what i'm doing!" (oh you poor deluded little creature..)
then join my firm. pure partnership. it's not open to just anyone. no, you have to pass the interview.. meet the requirements.. one of which is how you say the company's name with your own personal style and flair. try it. say it.
"Lim Pei Mai Gong! Ku Ku Partners."
(loosely translated to "your father don't want to say! siao partners")
now if you have succeeded in saying that with your long-nailed pinky stuck out defiantly and without laughing, send me your resume. danchiu.
fear not, i thought of three ways of getting out of the hot pot and being turned into kambeng or bamboo pigeon stew.
Credit it to the source
firstly, who's the source? let's say the person printing it is the source. highly likely that it's you. but you protest, "i'm printing 'cos my manager wants to review it!"
the manager then insists that he/she reviews it 'cos the big boss wants them to review it first. so it's the big boss.
but the big boss will insist that he's reviewing it to give the clients assurance.
but you can't overcharge the client! what about recovery of the job? GG-fied. it's a never ending cycle of who's to be blamed, usually you. Hence, i propose hanging the big bosses' staff passes at the printers though. staff welfare at its best, really.
no? moving on...
Don't Print
really. don't. think of the ink costs. the toners. heck, we save space by not having a printer. and the environement too! let everything be in soft copy. or bleeping hand-written. can't read? refer to soft copy.
even better, our clients wld be most impressed at our sincerity that every friggin' work presented to them is hand-written, including the hardcopy presentation slides for their reference. no more printed P&P. we'll send you the entire thing in soft copy. plus a pretty cover page from our image library. we'll even throw in free consultation as to the weight of the paper that they shld print on. 100 gsm will suffice. perhaps 180gsm for cover page.
ok, perhaps being anal here. final goods can be printed. it will be charged to the client rightfully. but all the work in the middle for reviewing? soft copy or hand-written: managers need to state their preferences.
Quit
nab the bugger in the bud. go for the reason you're in this scrap, i.e. the structure of company. solves everything right? but you say, "if i quit, where do i go? i've gotten all this knowledge! i need to share it with the world! i love what i'm doing!" (oh you poor deluded little creature..)
then join my firm. pure partnership. it's not open to just anyone. no, you have to pass the interview.. meet the requirements.. one of which is how you say the company's name with your own personal style and flair. try it. say it.
"Lim Pei Mai Gong! Ku Ku Partners."
(loosely translated to "your father don't want to say! siao partners")
now if you have succeeded in saying that with your long-nailed pinky stuck out defiantly and without laughing, send me your resume. danchiu.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Written in the stars - Elton John and LeAnn Rimes (click on title to jump to song)
I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago so well
Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned
Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time
Is this God's experiment
In which we have no say
In which we're given paradise
But only for a day
I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago so well
Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned
Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time
Is this God's experiment
In which we have no say
In which we're given paradise
But only for a day
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
the usual suspects in the playlist... click on the title to jump to the song.
Lover You Should've Come Over
we'll never have another jeff buckley, will we? i'll always miss that vulnerability in his soft rock voice. that underlying sadness in each of his songs. while everyone is still in love with "Hallelujah", this ons is always mine.
Does Anyone Hear Her
how many people actually know this band? thankfully my music junkie friends have amazing taste in music. a friend sent this song to me. revisited, it is an amazing piece by casting crowns.
She is searching for a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart
she sounds so unlike herself here. a little more gritty. a little more of the alicia keys in "New York". tbh, i think i prefer her like this. i do think she's been an amazing artiste all this while. i just prefer her now. this song was on repeat the whole of monday. i can't believe i'm not sick of it yet.
The Show Must Go On
Freddie, oh, Freddie. you left us too early without your talents and voice and mesmerising stage presence. the dark irony of the song is that you're still such a icon in today's entertainment world.
Wonderful
my all-time fave female entertainer today. without a doubt. influenced by freddie too. her dance hits are catchy. her sad ones are nearly dark. in the midst of mindless dance music and pop-trash, she trumps with a beautiful piece like this. and this being from the Disco Heaven album, i'm naturally thinking of him.
By the time
one of the more amazing male entertainers of today too. he's quirky and eccentric. his lyrics are endearingly childlike and cynical. my nod to him from his latest album "the boy who knew too much". not my fave song, but one of the top ones that i do like.
Could It Be Any Harder
hot singer. sexy-ass voice. points would have normally been deducted for the massive emo-ness in the song but hey, Alex Band makes all emo songs dead sexy.
massive ear worms that i'm more than happy to leave to linger.
**
on a side note, both Hilton Melbourne South Wharf and Hilton on the Park Melbourne are hiring front office staff. tempted. really. sigh.
and just before a holiday descends on me, i'm thinking of where else to travel to. sure, i hate the flying. but the getting-away-from-it-all pleases me to bits. i'll take the pain-in-the-ass for the amazing time away from familarity.
Lover You Should've Come Over
we'll never have another jeff buckley, will we? i'll always miss that vulnerability in his soft rock voice. that underlying sadness in each of his songs. while everyone is still in love with "Hallelujah", this ons is always mine.
Does Anyone Hear Her
how many people actually know this band? thankfully my music junkie friends have amazing taste in music. a friend sent this song to me. revisited, it is an amazing piece by casting crowns.
She is searching for a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart
she sounds so unlike herself here. a little more gritty. a little more of the alicia keys in "New York". tbh, i think i prefer her like this. i do think she's been an amazing artiste all this while. i just prefer her now. this song was on repeat the whole of monday. i can't believe i'm not sick of it yet.
The Show Must Go On
Freddie, oh, Freddie. you left us too early without your talents and voice and mesmerising stage presence. the dark irony of the song is that you're still such a icon in today's entertainment world.
Wonderful
my all-time fave female entertainer today. without a doubt. influenced by freddie too. her dance hits are catchy. her sad ones are nearly dark. in the midst of mindless dance music and pop-trash, she trumps with a beautiful piece like this. and this being from the Disco Heaven album, i'm naturally thinking of him.
By the time
one of the more amazing male entertainers of today too. he's quirky and eccentric. his lyrics are endearingly childlike and cynical. my nod to him from his latest album "the boy who knew too much". not my fave song, but one of the top ones that i do like.
Could It Be Any Harder
hot singer. sexy-ass voice. points would have normally been deducted for the massive emo-ness in the song but hey, Alex Band makes all emo songs dead sexy.
massive ear worms that i'm more than happy to leave to linger.
**
on a side note, both Hilton Melbourne South Wharf and Hilton on the Park Melbourne are hiring front office staff. tempted. really. sigh.
and just before a holiday descends on me, i'm thinking of where else to travel to. sure, i hate the flying. but the getting-away-from-it-all pleases me to bits. i'll take the pain-in-the-ass for the amazing time away from familarity.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
i really do have amazing friends.
that even when i'm pissy from a gastric attack, they bear with my nonsense. they tolerate my mood swings. they even try to entertain me and make me laugh. and while i'm looking tired and waiting for the food to settle and quell the gnawing pain, they'll still check on me and try to distract me from the pain.
as i stare down the production line after dinner, i'm astounded. who knew i'd be blessed with such amazing work friends? and yar, i need to stop being such a bitch every time gastric hits.
on an entirely random side note. i think i'm falling sick. along with most of the production line. yippers.
that even when i'm pissy from a gastric attack, they bear with my nonsense. they tolerate my mood swings. they even try to entertain me and make me laugh. and while i'm looking tired and waiting for the food to settle and quell the gnawing pain, they'll still check on me and try to distract me from the pain.
as i stare down the production line after dinner, i'm astounded. who knew i'd be blessed with such amazing work friends? and yar, i need to stop being such a bitch every time gastric hits.
on an entirely random side note. i think i'm falling sick. along with most of the production line. yippers.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
you know something's wrong when you have your friends/sisters telling you that they are bumping into your other friends and all your other friends have to say about you is..
"yar!!! i haven't seen her in ages!!"
or the first thing your friends say during a phone conversation is
"where have you been????"
reminds me of my 2 mth hiatus from the pianobar. it's sweet when Jevon shines the flashlight in your face annoyingly as he interrogates on where you've disappeared. even sweeter when Jamie is nodding in agreement and asks to visit the rock you've been hiding under. of course i miss my boys.
back to the topic. i'm sorry. i haven't been as diligent in meeting up. feels like i'm crawling back under my rock to hide. give me 'til mid May. and i'll have all the time in the world for you guys. for about 2 week, i think.
better than nothing right?
time to take a queue number, people. or start initiating conversations on msn. i don't pay that much attention to msn 'cos of silly friends who insist on "appearing offline" and hoping that i'd msg them to see if they are there.. boo to you too.
****
side note: ODed song of the mo'. don't ask me why so sappy. i also want to know. helps that he's cute...
这世界太快
连爱都不例外
尽管我很努力想要跟上你的节拍
我慢慢明白
以为的细心等待
却根本不符合这个时代
怪自己慢了半拍
to my defence, i'm not that sloooow anymore. it's been nearly 3 years since i graduated. give me a little more credit.
ok ok. back to work. urgh.
"yar!!! i haven't seen her in ages!!"
or the first thing your friends say during a phone conversation is
"where have you been????"
reminds me of my 2 mth hiatus from the pianobar. it's sweet when Jevon shines the flashlight in your face annoyingly as he interrogates on where you've disappeared. even sweeter when Jamie is nodding in agreement and asks to visit the rock you've been hiding under. of course i miss my boys.
back to the topic. i'm sorry. i haven't been as diligent in meeting up. feels like i'm crawling back under my rock to hide. give me 'til mid May. and i'll have all the time in the world for you guys. for about 2 week, i think.
better than nothing right?
time to take a queue number, people. or start initiating conversations on msn. i don't pay that much attention to msn 'cos of silly friends who insist on "appearing offline" and hoping that i'd msg them to see if they are there.. boo to you too.
****
side note: ODed song of the mo'. don't ask me why so sappy. i also want to know. helps that he's cute...
这世界太快
连爱都不例外
尽管我很努力想要跟上你的节拍
我慢慢明白
以为的细心等待
却根本不符合这个时代
怪自己慢了半拍
to my defence, i'm not that sloooow anymore. it's been nearly 3 years since i graduated. give me a little more credit.
ok ok. back to work. urgh.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
the lunar new year descended upon us silently, more so with each year we get older. yet, the memories get more precious and funnier too. the chwee kueh versus muah chee as written in the previous post was just the tip of the iceberg.
#1 antiseptic vs blister balm
before we left the house for the day, the younger sister complained to the older sister abt scratches from the kittens while trying to get the blister balm. the older sister passed the not-so-little one antiseptic lotion. so she started applying the lotion to her ankles, still complaining abt the kittens. we stared at her.
"why are you applying the lotion to your ankles?" the older sister asked.
"to prevent the blisters????" the younger one replies. there shld never be more than 1 conversation topic ongoing in the morning. seriously.
#2 reason why cny visits are getting shorter
we sat around the sofa watching some of them rock out to band hero. the older sister turns to douglas and asks him how his visiting has been. he laments that the houses are fewer, so the money is lesser than previous years. then he sighs.
"We have less places to go now 'cos everyone is dying."
we had to make sure we weren't laughing too hard. douglas ftw.
#3 introducing the new bra padding of the year
we decided to make use of the dvd player in the car this year. but everyone was so dead tired, even me. i missed snippets of the movie playing. anyway, the older sister was the one who brought the dvd along and set it up. she dozed off shortly after that. when she awoke, i noted a plastic bag (it was holding the dvd) stuffed into her dress. i poked her.
"you're really not that flat as compared to me, you know.. and even if you were stuffing the chest, shldn't it be at the bustline and not in between the bust?"
#4 not understanding the concept of pencil line skirts
the new dress i bought isn't very good for climbing stairs and taking brisk wide steps. i sighed as i struggled to walk normally. the older sister watched the whole thing. walking from the void deck to the car after our final house of the morning, she suddenly screamed:
"last one to the car treats dinner!!!"
everyone burst into a sprint. the stupid father brisk-walked, knowing full well that he would beat me. i sighed and continued to the car OTOT. if i was treating dinner, they wld have to wait for me anyway.
#5 bfs are not waiters
the dinner treat was converted to an afternoon trip to cafe iguana. so the bfs of the sisters decide to come down and join us. it was the first time one of the bfs joined us. when he arrived, the younger sister, younger bro, father and other bf were at the pool table.
out of politeness, the later bf went up to wish the father a happy lunar new year. the father later confessed that he thought that the bf was a waiter and he was wondering why he was so nice to wish him a happy lunar new year.
******
what a year.. really what a year.
#1 antiseptic vs blister balm
before we left the house for the day, the younger sister complained to the older sister abt scratches from the kittens while trying to get the blister balm. the older sister passed the not-so-little one antiseptic lotion. so she started applying the lotion to her ankles, still complaining abt the kittens. we stared at her.
"why are you applying the lotion to your ankles?" the older sister asked.
"to prevent the blisters????" the younger one replies. there shld never be more than 1 conversation topic ongoing in the morning. seriously.
#2 reason why cny visits are getting shorter
we sat around the sofa watching some of them rock out to band hero. the older sister turns to douglas and asks him how his visiting has been. he laments that the houses are fewer, so the money is lesser than previous years. then he sighs.
"We have less places to go now 'cos everyone is dying."
we had to make sure we weren't laughing too hard. douglas ftw.
#3 introducing the new bra padding of the year
we decided to make use of the dvd player in the car this year. but everyone was so dead tired, even me. i missed snippets of the movie playing. anyway, the older sister was the one who brought the dvd along and set it up. she dozed off shortly after that. when she awoke, i noted a plastic bag (it was holding the dvd) stuffed into her dress. i poked her.
"you're really not that flat as compared to me, you know.. and even if you were stuffing the chest, shldn't it be at the bustline and not in between the bust?"
#4 not understanding the concept of pencil line skirts
the new dress i bought isn't very good for climbing stairs and taking brisk wide steps. i sighed as i struggled to walk normally. the older sister watched the whole thing. walking from the void deck to the car after our final house of the morning, she suddenly screamed:
"last one to the car treats dinner!!!"
everyone burst into a sprint. the stupid father brisk-walked, knowing full well that he would beat me. i sighed and continued to the car OTOT. if i was treating dinner, they wld have to wait for me anyway.
#5 bfs are not waiters
the dinner treat was converted to an afternoon trip to cafe iguana. so the bfs of the sisters decide to come down and join us. it was the first time one of the bfs joined us. when he arrived, the younger sister, younger bro, father and other bf were at the pool table.
out of politeness, the later bf went up to wish the father a happy lunar new year. the father later confessed that he thought that the bf was a waiter and he was wondering why he was so nice to wish him a happy lunar new year.
******
what a year.. really what a year.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
CS Lewis on Love
(edited at 10.27 pm)
Came across this in Timothy Keller's "The Reason For God". thought it was really nice.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possible broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your hearts to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will be unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation.
- C.S Lewis
There's really no wonder why Lewis is really one of my fave authors of all time. :)
*******
My younger brother has won the idiot of the year award. in our attempt to make muah chee, we sent him out to buy the ingredients. he bought 2 packs of flour. ingenious, you'd think, since it meant that we would have more muah chee...
what then happened was that we ended up with 3 massive chwee kueh. in my mother's frustration, we returned to the internet to look for other recipes. i popped into the kitchen, determined to make right. then i noticed...
the dumbass bought rice flour instead of glutinous rice flour as instructed.
the mother and i headed out to buy glutinous rice flour. through the entire car ride, mommy cldn't stop scolding the boy in a smatter of hokkien and teochew. she was just shy of calling him a s.k.n.
as i'm typing this, the boy is kneeling down in front of the microwave oven, at the command of the mother, to make sure that this batch is perfect.
*******
to Mr Lee Alexander McQueen, thank you for all your beautiful quirky designs. for the lovely shoes. for the gorgeous bags. for being such a joy to the fashion world.
Rest in peace, sir. you are missed.
Came across this in Timothy Keller's "The Reason For God". thought it was really nice.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possible broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your hearts to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will be unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation.
- C.S Lewis
There's really no wonder why Lewis is really one of my fave authors of all time. :)
*******
My younger brother has won the idiot of the year award. in our attempt to make muah chee, we sent him out to buy the ingredients. he bought 2 packs of flour. ingenious, you'd think, since it meant that we would have more muah chee...
what then happened was that we ended up with 3 massive chwee kueh. in my mother's frustration, we returned to the internet to look for other recipes. i popped into the kitchen, determined to make right. then i noticed...
the dumbass bought rice flour instead of glutinous rice flour as instructed.
the mother and i headed out to buy glutinous rice flour. through the entire car ride, mommy cldn't stop scolding the boy in a smatter of hokkien and teochew. she was just shy of calling him a s.k.n.
as i'm typing this, the boy is kneeling down in front of the microwave oven, at the command of the mother, to make sure that this batch is perfect.
*******
to Mr Lee Alexander McQueen, thank you for all your beautiful quirky designs. for the lovely shoes. for the gorgeous bags. for being such a joy to the fashion world.
Rest in peace, sir. you are missed.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
i declare 6th feb's party at J Bar to be the epic party of the year.
for now at least.
until the crazy-ass Dre-gym team throws another fun-soaked party. and by "fun-soaked", i mean one with snazzy wine, loads of chips, a good old tv showing an amazing Man Utd match (5-0, whoot!!), amazing music and just damn a lot of laughter.
and oh, as much as i love my bros for the amazing present which reminds me that they are still thinking of little 'ol me in manchester after i haven't seen them in ages, i will NOT down gin neat anymore for them. it's just gross. jx, can we return to the good 'ol days of jello shots, vodka watermelons and whatever concoction the both of us whipped up in jackson's kitchen? c'mon..... i know you miss those days.
despite all those late nights, i have to say that the new year resolution is still all good. i'm still happily sober and taking care of friends. and yes, having tonnes of fun.
and when i see new fresh faces, i wonder where that part of me disappeared too. i'm not just talking abt the very obvious fact that i'm officially pale and pasty after i've lost my tan. but just, i still feel like i haven't found myself completely.
i know what i need for that part to come back. but it's gonna take time. esp when salsa classes seem to be started later than what that has been stipulated on the website. i'm going to call people to question them again.
back to the dance floor...
back to the ivory keys...
back to the Life Fitness weights..
back to the books...
back to the drawing board...
back to the writing pad...
back to the people i love and care abt...
back to me. sigh.
for now at least.
until the crazy-ass Dre-gym team throws another fun-soaked party. and by "fun-soaked", i mean one with snazzy wine, loads of chips, a good old tv showing an amazing Man Utd match (5-0, whoot!!), amazing music and just damn a lot of laughter.
and oh, as much as i love my bros for the amazing present which reminds me that they are still thinking of little 'ol me in manchester after i haven't seen them in ages, i will NOT down gin neat anymore for them. it's just gross. jx, can we return to the good 'ol days of jello shots, vodka watermelons and whatever concoction the both of us whipped up in jackson's kitchen? c'mon..... i know you miss those days.
despite all those late nights, i have to say that the new year resolution is still all good. i'm still happily sober and taking care of friends. and yes, having tonnes of fun.
and when i see new fresh faces, i wonder where that part of me disappeared too. i'm not just talking abt the very obvious fact that i'm officially pale and pasty after i've lost my tan. but just, i still feel like i haven't found myself completely.
i know what i need for that part to come back. but it's gonna take time. esp when salsa classes seem to be started later than what that has been stipulated on the website. i'm going to call people to question them again.
back to the dance floor...
back to the ivory keys...
back to the Life Fitness weights..
back to the books...
back to the drawing board...
back to the writing pad...
back to the people i love and care abt...
back to me. sigh.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
i don't expect people to understand. at least not the pagans. but when the equally yoked look at me with renewed interest and think i'm tough, i send them crashing back to earth by telling them that i probably struggle more than anyone else does..
"Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish."
- Ephesians 5:25-27
it's so easy to simplify this by just saying that Christ's love for the church was sacrificial. thus, husbands are to do the same. but how oft we miss what that follows!
it's not just about making your wife aware of an "emotion".
it's not just about being able to die in the place of your wife.
it's about being the one, that through your love for the woman you make your lifelong partner, to help build up her knowledge and love for God. it's about being the one who points her to God. it's about being the one who that by doing all that, does it for the glory of God.
as i hear friends getting attached/engaged/married, i pray so earnestly that the equally yoked have found the partner who's right in the eyes of God and not the world. what are material riches compared to the spiritual blessings of God?
right now, i'll gladly remember Paul's words to the people..
"Now as a concession, not a command, I say this. I wish that all were as I myself am. But each has his own gift from God, one of one kind and one of another. To the unmarried and the widows I say that it is good for them to remain single as I am."
- 1 Cor 7:6-8
so stop asking me about "taking chances". not when i definitely know that there's no solid ground below, no hand to hold and there will be hell to pay. forget it.
and seriously, stop reading so much into my msn personal msg. they are all lines from songs. really. *bleah*
"Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish."
- Ephesians 5:25-27
it's so easy to simplify this by just saying that Christ's love for the church was sacrificial. thus, husbands are to do the same. but how oft we miss what that follows!
it's not just about making your wife aware of an "emotion".
it's not just about being able to die in the place of your wife.
it's about being the one, that through your love for the woman you make your lifelong partner, to help build up her knowledge and love for God. it's about being the one who points her to God. it's about being the one who that by doing all that, does it for the glory of God.
as i hear friends getting attached/engaged/married, i pray so earnestly that the equally yoked have found the partner who's right in the eyes of God and not the world. what are material riches compared to the spiritual blessings of God?
right now, i'll gladly remember Paul's words to the people..
"Now as a concession, not a command, I say this. I wish that all were as I myself am. But each has his own gift from God, one of one kind and one of another. To the unmarried and the widows I say that it is good for them to remain single as I am."
- 1 Cor 7:6-8
so stop asking me about "taking chances". not when i definitely know that there's no solid ground below, no hand to hold and there will be hell to pay. forget it.
and seriously, stop reading so much into my msn personal msg. they are all lines from songs. really. *bleah*
Sunday, January 31, 2010
sundays are fun days with the family, as usual.
after an afternoon of pruney fingers, a lot of screaming and soap suds.. i ended up at iguana's with the brother.
later in the evening, the brother decides to make pina colada. unknown to us was the proportion of the coconut milk, pineapple juice and rum. my mom takes a sip and makes a face, saying that there was too much rum. i take a sip and make another face.
"too much coconut. omg."
then my sister tells us that she saw the pina colada curdle. and thankfully she forced him to add more pineapple juice.
by the end of the conversation, we were affectionately addressing the drink as santan colada, with the brother hollering in the background, "santan-a colada! you know? like pinA colada? santanA colada!!!"
it's a stomachache waiting to happen. omg. i'm dead tmr. i swear. sigh.
after an afternoon of pruney fingers, a lot of screaming and soap suds.. i ended up at iguana's with the brother.
later in the evening, the brother decides to make pina colada. unknown to us was the proportion of the coconut milk, pineapple juice and rum. my mom takes a sip and makes a face, saying that there was too much rum. i take a sip and make another face.
"too much coconut. omg."
then my sister tells us that she saw the pina colada curdle. and thankfully she forced him to add more pineapple juice.
by the end of the conversation, we were affectionately addressing the drink as santan colada, with the brother hollering in the background, "santan-a colada! you know? like pinA colada? santanA colada!!!"
it's a stomachache waiting to happen. omg. i'm dead tmr. i swear. sigh.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
while checking out of Crockfords today, we bumped into Andrew who's the overall VP of rooms. while chatting with him, another of mommy's colleagues came up to say hi. then he looked at us, "these must be your three princesses."
we naturally smiled back shyly. it wasn't like we were still teens. "princess" sounded weird.. but as i walked back to the carpark, staring at the butler carrying our bags and walking us to the car, i sighed softly. another whirlwind weekend of meeting people, both familiar and strangers.. and getting past queues.. having fantastic service.. and just being absolutely pampered.
i then looked at mommy, "2 months. 3 hotels. it's gonna take a while until i get used to the normal life again."
i paused and looked at her, "then there's banyan tree. and then angsana..."
mommy looked at me, "it's all a little surreal, isn't it?"
i could only nod in reply as i thought of the michael graves watch (as pretty as the Alessi kettle is, i am not spending $328 on a kettle when i can get a watch for $170, sorry) waiting for me in its display cabinet as we walked past jimmy choo, vertu, tumi, bvlgari, chanel and the likes.
i've repeated myself time and time again. i do live a semi-charmed life. but oh gosh. to know that i have a butler at hand to draw my bath, bring me a mix of rasberries, blueberries, blackberries and strawberries for supper and make me a nice hot chamomile tea before i sleep.. to have a pillow menu to order pillows from.. AND A NESPRESSO IN MY ROOM!!! omg omg omg..
ok, it's not all sunshine and butterflies. we had to review the hotel. and it wasn't easy. every corner we turned and met people, mommy will end up talking abt work and we'd add our 2 cents worth when needed. we climbed non-working escalators.. get splashed by fountains that aren't working properly (one looking constipated, the other resembling a natural disaster..)
plus the dust. my throat is suffering a little. and every time i return to the room, i have to wash my face. the bvlgari lotion makes everything a little better. and there's the inane drilling to wake you up from listless sleep due to your mother's snoring late at night..
i feel sorry for roger. for ralf. for ben. for marian. for andrew... steve.. heidi.. charles.. the lower end staff the people behind the scene living on minimal sleep. but the bosses impress me. that with minimal rest, they are always ready with a smile and incredible professional poise because of the people they are serving. because of their team.
the staff are on shift work. not the bosses. not those surviving on 2-4 hours of sleep in the hotel and being on their feet the whole day. yet the bosses are amazing. they are taking one for their team. because the team belongs to them. the hotel belongs to them. they are the ones taking the feedback and working to improve everything WITH everyone.
it's incredible to watch these people work. how they communicate with fresh-faced people when they are on a high from lack of sleep. these people are who i want to work for. i can't imagine anyone who wld be able to motivate me anymore than they can.
to see that smile from the bosses. that appreciation for your 8 hours when they are putting in 20 hours themselves. you can't help but want to work even harder to lessen their burden. of course, then you get peter stuffing people into pointy shoes that hurt. but i know where he's coming from. if i worked for Peter, i'd change my hair and wear pointy shoes just to fit into the culture and make the guest feel like they are in a rock-ass hotel.
i can swoon abt these bosses for as long as i would swoon abt the michael graves gallery, chihuly gallery (omg. absolute love.), the crockfords room, the michael's room, the hard rock room, the amazing long ass corridor in festive hotel (amazing for dog-n-bone!!!).
yar. i need out. sigh.
for now, it's gonna take me time to settle back into the life of a pauper once more. sigh. wake up.. wake up..
we naturally smiled back shyly. it wasn't like we were still teens. "princess" sounded weird.. but as i walked back to the carpark, staring at the butler carrying our bags and walking us to the car, i sighed softly. another whirlwind weekend of meeting people, both familiar and strangers.. and getting past queues.. having fantastic service.. and just being absolutely pampered.
i then looked at mommy, "2 months. 3 hotels. it's gonna take a while until i get used to the normal life again."
i paused and looked at her, "then there's banyan tree. and then angsana..."
mommy looked at me, "it's all a little surreal, isn't it?"
i could only nod in reply as i thought of the michael graves watch (as pretty as the Alessi kettle is, i am not spending $328 on a kettle when i can get a watch for $170, sorry) waiting for me in its display cabinet as we walked past jimmy choo, vertu, tumi, bvlgari, chanel and the likes.
i've repeated myself time and time again. i do live a semi-charmed life. but oh gosh. to know that i have a butler at hand to draw my bath, bring me a mix of rasberries, blueberries, blackberries and strawberries for supper and make me a nice hot chamomile tea before i sleep.. to have a pillow menu to order pillows from.. AND A NESPRESSO IN MY ROOM!!! omg omg omg..
ok, it's not all sunshine and butterflies. we had to review the hotel. and it wasn't easy. every corner we turned and met people, mommy will end up talking abt work and we'd add our 2 cents worth when needed. we climbed non-working escalators.. get splashed by fountains that aren't working properly (one looking constipated, the other resembling a natural disaster..)
plus the dust. my throat is suffering a little. and every time i return to the room, i have to wash my face. the bvlgari lotion makes everything a little better. and there's the inane drilling to wake you up from listless sleep due to your mother's snoring late at night..
i feel sorry for roger. for ralf. for ben. for marian. for andrew... steve.. heidi.. charles.. the lower end staff the people behind the scene living on minimal sleep. but the bosses impress me. that with minimal rest, they are always ready with a smile and incredible professional poise because of the people they are serving. because of their team.
the staff are on shift work. not the bosses. not those surviving on 2-4 hours of sleep in the hotel and being on their feet the whole day. yet the bosses are amazing. they are taking one for their team. because the team belongs to them. the hotel belongs to them. they are the ones taking the feedback and working to improve everything WITH everyone.
it's incredible to watch these people work. how they communicate with fresh-faced people when they are on a high from lack of sleep. these people are who i want to work for. i can't imagine anyone who wld be able to motivate me anymore than they can.
to see that smile from the bosses. that appreciation for your 8 hours when they are putting in 20 hours themselves. you can't help but want to work even harder to lessen their burden. of course, then you get peter stuffing people into pointy shoes that hurt. but i know where he's coming from. if i worked for Peter, i'd change my hair and wear pointy shoes just to fit into the culture and make the guest feel like they are in a rock-ass hotel.
i can swoon abt these bosses for as long as i would swoon abt the michael graves gallery, chihuly gallery (omg. absolute love.), the crockfords room, the michael's room, the hard rock room, the amazing long ass corridor in festive hotel (amazing for dog-n-bone!!!).
yar. i need out. sigh.
for now, it's gonna take me time to settle back into the life of a pauper once more. sigh. wake up.. wake up..
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