Monday, July 31, 2006

My washing is wet.

It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring




Pouring outside and now, my washing is wet. Groans...


Sunday, July 30, 2006

Pretty fireworks.

I saw fireworks last night from my balcony.




I think they were rehearsing for National Day.

And who said anything about getting front row seats when I have a great view from my balcony?


Day off, boozing, history, secrets, headaches and mojitos.

Today is my day off. Naturally, since it is Sunday.

Because you know, some companies are just so evil that they make you work on Saturdays and not pay you for it. And this is coming from a corporate world that is currently on a 5 day work week. Life sucks, tell me about it.


Today is also a day off for my liver. Alcohol has been coursing my veins everyday for the past week. With the exception of Wednesday because I was sick.

Monday - Mojito with dinner + beer afterwards
Tuesday - Sake with lunch
Wednesday - Tea.
Thursday - Beer with burgers. Yes I had 2 beef burgers. Note to self: Tapas bar on Emerald Hill has the JUICIEST burgers I've ever tasted.
Friday - Sake with dinner
Saturday - Boozing at Forbidden City.


-- Bars at Emerald Hill.

I love old shophouses like these at Emerald Hill. They are hidden behind tall modern shopping complexes, and it feels like a little bit of history has been tucked away and only I know about it. I like the feeling of me being in on the secret. I somehow feel special.

Not the "haha I know it and you don't" kind of smirky special. More like a joyful "Oh wow I didn't know that but now I do" kind of special.


Then again, being in on too many secrets that ONLY I know about, can be a bad thing too. Especially when it comes to things concerning me. Sad things at that too.

Anyhoo it is only 12.22pm, I'm nursing a headache that is probably from the drinking last night, and let's hope nothing goes on today.




But mojito... I feel like some now. =(


Update: 3.30pm

I'm nursing my cup of fresh mocha, rolling around in bed and reading a magazine. With Teddy by my side.




That is how Sunday should be. :)


Back to drawing board, and my ship may have sailed.

She totally stole my idea!!



Anderson weds Kid Rock on yacht
-- Last Updated: Sunday, 30 July 2006, 02:11 GMT 03:11 UK

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/5228114.stm


Not marrying Kid Rock. Nor being her. But this.




I know it is too early to plan how I'm going to walk down the aisle. Or up the gangway. Whatever. But, a girl can dream, can't she?

There goes my "sail off into the sunset" fairytale ending.


p.s. When I wrote that last sentence, why do I feel that my ship has sailed?


Black skirt with embroidery.

I bought a black skirt recently when I went out with my gal pal. Something pretty, safe for work and nice enough to go out in.



-- Black lush satin-y skirt with embroidery!


Yes, nowadays I buy clothes that are functional and can easily go from office to casual. Simply because I am lacking the funds to buy 2 separate types of clothes at the moment. My office is just too anal and conservative to accept smart capris and shorts as acceptable office wear. They are pretty frumpy.

Just think of this post as my return to fashion. It is only one skirt even though I bought more than just that. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.

Will take more photos and write more when I have time. Or when my boss is not watching.


Wednesday, July 26, 2006

My medical leave is coming to an end.

I am on medical leave and I can't believe it's over.




Resting at home feels good. I am well-rested, despite being feverish, fighting fever, body chills and aches, and feeling pukish after taking my pills.

And I have to trudge all the way back to work tomorrow. While feeling all of the above at work. Groans...


Eating alone, cooking, egg disaster, Oishi Pizza, wasabi mayo and leftover pizzas.

Sometimes staying alone can bring you many headaches. Like what to get for dinner. I hate to eat alone in a restaurant because food somehow tastes better when you have company. And eating alone is so lonely. =(


After feeling especially lazy to walk to the next building for some chow on Sunday, I decided to cook a light lunch and stay indoors. Doing the whole "diet" thing I was supposed to be on. Keyword: Was.

Not to mention it was just too hot to walk anywhere and I'm pretty broke till my next payday. And the leftover twister fries I discovered in my microwave (left there since Friday) were soggy and tasted pretty off. I'm pretty sure that was the reason for my tummyaches.

Anyway I am not a bad cook. Faithful readers who have followed my crazy adventures (I admit the word "adventures" is a bit of a stretch. Details and choice of words, my friends. They matter not.) I made a mushroom omelette for lunch yesterday and by all means, it sounded pretty yummy for a light lunch.



-- The look of an ideal omelette


Apparently my second cooking attempt did not go so well. The first attempt went ok, but then again what could go wrong with cooking instant ramen?

The frigging omelette got stuck to the pan and I had to scraped it off with a spoon. At first scrape, I thought maybe I could turn this around. It could be scrambled eggs and the yellow semi-gooey semi-crepe-y mess could be saved. With the second scrape, I knew this was not to be. My omelette (let's still refer to it as omelette. I don't know how to describe a hybrid omelette/scrambled egg) was too dry and I was already in that "Fuck it. As long as it is edible, I don't give a crap if it's an omelette or scrambled eggs."



-- The look of an ideal scrambled eggs on toast.


And 2 mouthfuls of that hybrid egg dish later, I chucked the rest away and swore I would call for some takeaway/delivery.

To make my position clear and to defend my culinary expertise, it was the pan's fault. No self-respecting pan will let simple things like eggs stick to it. Embrace the Teflon, my dear pan. And yeah, I only have 1 pan. Complimentary of a family friend.

Anyway I decided to order pizza delivery. Not just any pizza, but Oishi Pizza. Japanese pizza with toppings like unagi and wasabi mayo. I ordered a Seafood with Wasabi Mayo pizza and a serve of croquette. Only to find out that it's a 1 for 1 deal.




-- Yummy croquette and 2 boxes of pizza.


Seafood and Wasabi Mayo is my favourite. Wasabi mayo may sound a little off-ish, but it's not overpowering and weird. There's a tinge of wasabi in it and it does not sting. Very yummy. Made me wish that the other 1 for 1 pizza was a Seafood Wasabi Mayo too. I can dream.




-- Seafood with Wasabi Mayo.


Teriyaki Beef pizza. Lost to the wasabi mayo one. Nothing special but not too shabby.



-- Teriyaki Beef pizza.


My side dish!



-- Very good croquette.

Check out the fried potato and egg goodness.... Yum!


Had 2 croquette and 4 slices of pizza. 16 - 4 = 12 slices of leftover pizza.
Breakfasts and dinners for the rest of the week. Till I finish the pizzas or they go bad. Whichever comes first.




Monday, July 24, 2006

Little pick-me-ups.

My favouritest (new word, I know) cookies in the world.




It's like a non-believer has discovered Heaven.

Ginger Crunch is da bomb. Very ginger-y. Not too overpowering, and not too bland. Topped off with a mug of piping hot English Breakfast? Bliss.

Just the way I like it.


p.s. Is the Motorola V3 a piece of $&#($@ ? As much as I love the nifty thing, the limited memory for sms storage, how it sometimes refuses to charge even when the charger is plugged in, and the way this thing just saps electricity so much so that I have to charge it everyday or it dies on me, it's really getting on my nerves.

But I love it too much to get something else.




Elevator Love Letter.

And now I can't stop singing this song in the office. Ahhh, the sad lonely city life of an overworked girl.


Stars - Elevator Love Letter

I'm so hard for a rich girl
My heels are high, my eyes cast low
And I don't know how to love
I get too tired after mid-day, latley
I take it out on my good friends
But the worst stays in
Oh where would I begin?

My office glows all night long,
It's a nuclear show and the stars are gone
Elevator, elevator, take me home

I'm so hard for the rich girl
Her heels are high and my hope's so low
'cause I don't know how to love
I'll take her home after midnight
And if she likes, I'll tell her lies
of how we'll fall in love by the morning
I don't think she'll know that I'm saying goodbye

My office glows all night long
it's a nuclear show and the stars are gone
Elevator, elevator, take me home

My office glows all night long
it's a nuclear show and the stars are gone
Elevator, elevator, take me home

Don't go. Say you'll stay
Spend a lazy Sunday in my arms
I won't take anything away

Don't go. Say you'll stay
Spend a lazy Sunday in my arms
don't take anything away


One more night.

This song makes me cry.

And not in a good way.



STARS LYRICS - "One More Night"

Try as he might he's unable to speak
He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek
The bed is unmade like everything is
Dark little heaven at the top of the stairs
Take me like that, ruin it all
Then build it again by the light in the hall
He drops to his knees says please my love, please
I'll kill who you hate, take off that dress, you won't freeze

One more night, that was a good one
One more night, I dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
A good one

He starts with her back cause that's what he sees
When she's breaking his heart she still fucks like a tease
Release to the sky, look him straight in the eye
And tell him that now, that you wish he would die
You'll never touch him again so get what you can
Leaving him empty just because he's a man
So good when it ends, they'll never be friends
One more night, that's all they can spend

One more night, that was a good one
One more night, I dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
A good one



Thursday, July 20, 2006

Star Wars, modern photography and bored at work.

You guys know I am a Star Wars fan. Yes, I'm a girl.

I don't do cosplay, because I am not that much of a fanatic and so far in the abyss known as Geekdom. Sure I have a lightsaber. The plastic red dual-blade wielded none other by Darth Maul. But that doesn't mean anything. I can have toys.

Coolest. Sith Lord. Ever.


Anyhoo, I'm risking my career, paycheck and giving the finger to The Man and probably all good-sounding advice by writing posts for my blog at work but it's too boring here and I'm about to melt into my seat I can't help it.

Check out these photos.



-- Imperial guards on rooftop.




-- Emperor and his Guards.




-- Stormtroopers! Have I ever mentioned I have an army of Lego Stormtroopers?


Amazing pictures. I wish I can take good shots like these. Ok I have to link them just in case I get into some shitloads of copyright bullcrap problems.

I got the pics here http://www.joeyinteractive.com/blog/?p=290


And yeah, I am starting to get potty mouthed. Can't have that, especially when I lack the patience to censor myself before I speak. Even in the presence of my boss(es). This can do me in. Not good. Not good at all.

More posts coming to the neighbourhood near you!


Tuesday, July 18, 2006

No sappy stuff, silly gifts, fairy lights, romance, songs and questionable sanity.

I am not a sucker for sappy and lame stuff in general. No sickeningly sweet long songs that seem to go on and on about how they will be "together forever, always and forevermore and more and more and more..."

Or soft toys as gifts for ANY and EVERY possible occasion that requires a guy to get the girl something. Seriously, can anyone put any less thought into it?

Another stupid gift? Huge balloon that one is expected to parade around town, complete with embarassingly mushy and lame messages scrawled all over it. You are not a toddler, neither is she. So stop gifting balloons to people. It will deflate, and all he/she is left with is a pile of shiny plastic-y material that once was a balloon with lame silly messages on it.


-- Lame ass gifts for girls. Do not gift them. I repeat. Do not gift them.


No. I hate all that.


Well on second thought, it is possible to put EVEN less thought into getting a gift, and that's not getting one. The guy quite possibly does not have a girl in this case.


I don't like romance novels. It is trashy and lame. It is shallow and there is no story. Then again, it IS a romance novel. No brainy, mind boggling plot is necessary. I like stories/movies that make me go "Whoaaaaaaaa".


I do not like the whole Valentine's Day fanfare. I do not like queuing up hours JUST to get into a restaurant that serves mediocre food. I do not like receiving flowers just because it is Valentine's Day and society in general dictates so.

I do not like it at all.


But all these do not mean that I'm no romantic (at heart). I swoon (most would agree because I've swooooooned a lot lately), and I like "The Notebook". I like getting flowers and gifts just because. I like going to dinners and dates just because. I like going for strolls under the trees strewn with pretty fairy lights.


-- Pretty fairy lights.


Because it's just because.


I like hearing old people tell stories about their lives and their loved ones. Old grandpas and old grandmas spending their entire lives together. And they don't need Valentine's Day to tell each other they love each other. Nor do they need soft toys, flowers and huge silly balloons to say all that.


-- Picture of loving old couple I found on the internet. Watermark still visible.


Sometimes it makes me wonder, how do all these old grandpas and old grandmas make it to the end. Very amazing.

I told you I am a romantic at heart.


Anyway I digress. By a lot.

Initially I wanted to write about me not being a sad person by nature. I like happy things, yummy chocolates, joyous occasions, rainbows and most of all, unicorns.

But lately I seem to have gotten myself into this sad spiral. I should snap out of it, I know. But there is something about self-pity and self-inflicted depression (a possibility) that you cannot steer yourself away from.

That's not me I'm describing anyway.


I've taken a liking to sad sad songs. Songs about love mostly. And I "credit" this new state I'm in to Stars. I used to listen to Coldplay a lot. Coldplay's songs are mostly similar and sad. You can't really tell one song from the other after some time. Anyhoo I found out about the band late last year and I have downloa.. "sampled" every song by them from the internet.


-- Band of the moment.


They have this effect on me. I listen to their songs everyday and each song grows on me. I went through "Sleep Tonight" phase in May. My mind kept singing,
"You will cry, I will cry,
Cuz all the love, is alive tonight."

I went through the "One More Night" phase for 2 weeks. My mind continued singing. I am currently going through "Elevator Love Letter" phase at the moment. I think the local tv scene is getting to know Stars, because they are using my Elevator song for some local promo ads for some new shows they have. And I will burst out singing,
"My office glows all night long,
It's a nuclear show and the stars are gone.
Elevator, elevator, take me home."

Everytime I hear that verse on tv, I sing it out loud. Much to the amazement and amusement of J.

I sang when I was in my Coldplay phase too. "Sparks", "Yellow", "Fix You", "The Scientist" and all those sad sappy songs.


Why am I putting myself through all these? I mean, getting all teary-eyed over songs. That's so unbecoming of me! Note to all: I didn't actually get teary-eyed. I just feel sad. And all this fake sadness is sooooooooooo... unnecessary.

I am making myself all sad, mopey and depressed for no apparent reason. Is that stress, or is that the first sign of insanity? Or do I have some underlying repressed sad story that's making me this way? Do I have to start watching "Dr Phil" and follow his mumbo jumbo? Can someone get back to me on that?


-- Fake doctor or quack? You decide.


I just re-read my post and it does not make any sense AT ALL. Leaves me with a "Huh? What's in my water?" or "What is she smoking?" feeling. And look, I'm referring to myself as the second person. Or is it third? I can't be arsed to find out.

I don't where this post is going, so I'm going to stop before all you people out there think I've lost it.

And hey, I'm posting again!



Thursday, July 13, 2006

Luckiest girl, notes, great taste in men and super duper happy.

I feel like the luckiest girl in the entire universe.

When J left for home yesterday, I was all gloomy and grumpy. I went about my job and doing my own things when I got home.

Imagine the look of surprise, further intensified with utter amazement/[insert good expressions of surprise and love] when I found handwritten notes.

I was doing boring things, like getting clean change of clothes after work when I found a little piece of note, folded and placed inconspicuously on my neatly folded stack of tshirts.

"Wish we could find a way to be together. Love you heaps.
J xoxoxo"


OH. MY. GOD.




Little love notes!!


*SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON*


I now think I have great taste in men. ;)


I asked him about the note, and found out that there are more than 1 around the house! I went on a scavenger hunt and found 5 last night, and 2 this morning. The little notes put a great big silly grin on my face. They are supposed to last me for the whole week, surprising me. But I guess the unrestrained curiosity in me is just... unrestrained.


I have placed them back where I found them, as I had promised him. (He said something about this surprise was supposed to last a week so in order not to let his effort go down the drain, I promised to put them all back.) I can "discover" all the little love notes over and over again!


I'm so happy!!

Shouting from the mountain tops kind of happy.
Throwing confetti in the air, prancing around like a hippy with psychedelic clothes, smoking excellent organic weed happy.
About to faint from happiness happy.




Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Goodbye, he's not around and kickass posts.

J left this morning. His plane took off about 20 minutes ago, about the same time I stepped into the office.



It was hard to say goodbye.


It is ALWAYS hard to say goodbye when you don't know when you'll see each other again.

And it is always difficult to be alone again when you are used to having someone around. It has only been 12 days, and shorter than the last time we spent time together. But it just feels just as painful to not see him when I go home everyday.

I miss you, J.


I know I have been promising awesome kickass travelling + shopping + funny posts since the beginning of the year. But life has been pretty tumultous this year and I have not had a breather since. Will try to post really good posts as soon as possible.

Will spend better part of today (and maybe tomorrow) moping. See you guys around.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Writing fast, crisis, chunky thighs, jelly belly, diet and breakfast be damned.

People I have to write this post first (the one on coworkers and hemlines will have to wait), and I have to write it fast, because it is 8.27am and I have to do this because the rest of the office starts trudging in at 8.30am.


Well, some start at 8.30am, some at 9.30am and some at other working hours not known to lowly employees like me.

Anyhoo, I think we have a crisis on our hands. Huge, major, earth-shakin' crisis.


I think I have put on weight.



GASP!


My working pants feel tighter and snug. Well, I'm not at the "can't pull my pants up because my thighs are too chunky" or the "can't zip and button up my pants because my gut is hanging out" stage.

But goddamn, my pants are "hip hugging". And clothes that cling on to my frame are highlighting all the wrong places. Like my tummy/belly/jelly. Not in a flattering way.


Oh no oh no oh no oh no.


It could be due to my change in lifestyle. See, I belong to the camp which does not regard breakfast as the most important meal of the day. I mean, who the heck wants to wolf down eggs, toast, and all those good but honestly heavy stuff immediately after rolling out of bed? You stomach is still asleep, I know mine is, and it is in no condition to handle all that carbohydrates, protein and cholesterol.

I used to take breakfast as a kid. Not because I wanted to because it made me feel like throwing up for the entire morning. I was forcefed breakfast, eggs, toast and milk. Good stuff for growing children. Or so they say. But I got out of that horrible cycle of feeling nauseous as soon as I had the power to say no, and the ability to run faster than my parents.

Back to my original story.

Now that I have to work shifts, 7am - 3pm and 9.30am - 7pm, I find that I get bored by work. And I feel this urge to contantly chew on something. Therefore, I have reintroduced breakfast into my life.With morning tea breaks, the gang of us head to the cafeteria and order breakfast. Tea with toast. Not too heavy, but a hot mug of tea can take us anywhere from 15-30 minutes to finish. And you know me us, we would do ANYTHING to make the working hours shorter.

And then comes lunch at 12pm.

Nothing wrong with lunch, but we have carbo-rich food during lunch. Noting that we have just taken breakfast at 10.30am, and ALWAYS take another afternoon tea break at 4pm, and dinner is usually at around 7-8pm, I have actually increased my food intake by 3 to 3.5 meals a day.


Food + lack of exercise = the depressing weight gain. I'm not surprised. Remember, I'm not a fan of exercise. Why exercise when I can just sit back, munch on Doritos with cheddar dip and watch my favourite shows on tv?



I wish I was describing Homer J Simpson. Sigh.


Now I shall embark on a controlled diet from today. NO more toast for breakfast. Slices of bread smothered with butter and jam are BAD. No more finishing all the rice on the plate. More veggies. Less curry and potatoes. Simple sandwich for tea break if I REALLY need to eat. No more chicken pies. And dinner has to be light. No more quiche and all that buttery baked goodness.


I'll try this for a month. I should see some results.

If I don't, just be prepared to read all about my fat problems here.


Thursday, July 06, 2006

No time to blog, nonsensical quizzes and over-the-moon happy.

People, I would love to write more and update you on my life but I'm simply too busy and far too tired this week. Work, work and more work. Not to mention the glorious glorious fact that J is here!

So I'll leave you totally unsatisfied with a silly post full of nonsensical quizzes I took a few minutes ago (time: 9.12am) while I am at work.

You Are 39% Scary

You scare men off occasionally, but only very weak men.
You're a normal woman. You're not perfect, but you're pretty darn close.


-- I'm pretty darn close?! I thought I scare most people off with my neurosis.


You Should Wear a White Bikini

You have the genes to be the ultimate beach beauty, from your golden tan to your natural sun kissed highlights.
You don't need a fancy bikini to prove that you've got it going on.



-- Err.. Hand is to Glove Tshirt is to Shirt, and White Bikini is to... I give up. Can't think of one. White Bikinis just reminds me of Wet-Tshirt Contest.


You Are a Chick Rocker!

You're living proof that chicks can rock
You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas
And when you rock, you rock hard
(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)


-- Nooooooooo I don't want to be Dixie Chicks, country rock and not full-on rock. No cred. No cred at all. =(

It's like walking on the street and introducing yourself as The Corrs while everyone else is Red Hot Chilli Peppers. You just can't win.


You Are Coke

A true original and classic, you represent the best of everything you can offer.
Just the right amount of sweet, just the right amount of energy... you're the life of the party.

Your best soda match: Mountain Dew

Stay away from:Dr Pepper



-- And all this time, I was hoping I had nothing to do with radioactive yellow pee beverage that is Mountain Dew.


You Belong in 1971

If you scored...

1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!

1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.

1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!

1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.

1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!


-- No comments.


Your Deadly Sins
Envy: 40%
Greed: 40%
Wrath: 40%
Gluttony: 20%
Sloth: 20%
Lust: 0%
Pride: 0%
Chance You'll Go to Hell: 23%
You will die a boring death. While dying, you will be jealous of those who die dramatic deaths.


-- Yes, I can totally see myself going, "Awwwww why does he get to burn till he's crispy while falling off the neverending cliff while I just snuff it like a candle?? I want to burn too."



I promise I will write more when I am on regular shift, and that's next week. Keep coming back to check because juicy stories about Indian co-workers, loud-voiced female overlords, debatable hemlines, pricey groceries and probably a jail visit will soon be posted.

Love you, especially the handful of readers (5, I think. I made that up. Actual figure could be lower.) who keep coming back!


Saturday, July 01, 2006

I miss you.

Sometimes I am suddenly gripped with sadness, and I try very hard to fight back the tears. You have no idea how hard it is to not cry at your workplace.

It has been a month since she left. I really miss her. I miss phonecalls from her, asking about my life. I miss going out with her. I miss her smiles. I even miss the times she made me go wash my plate the moment I finished dinner.

The house is so quiet without her. No one to talk to. It is hard to not have her around especially when I grew up with her by my side.


I would give anything to have her back.


I miss you.




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