Tuesday, December 26, 2006

The Little Turtle Dove (who lost me at 'O').

The Little Turtle Dove

O can't you see yon little turtle dove
Sitting under the mulberry tree?
See how that she doth mourn for her true love:
And I shall mourn for thee, my dear,
And I shall mourn for thee.

O fare thee well, my little turtle dove,
And fare thee well for a-while;
But though I go I'll surely come again,
If I go ten thousand mile, my dear,
If I go ten thousand mile.

Ten thousand mile is very far away,
For you to return to me,
You leave me here to lament, and well-a-day!
My tears you will not see, my love,
My tears you will not see.

The crow that's black, my little turtle dove,
Shall change its colour white;
Before I'm false to the maiden I love,
The noon-day shall be night, my dear,
The noon-day shall be night.

The hills shall fly, my little turtle dove,
The roaring billows burn,
Before my heart shall suffer me to fail,
Or I a traitor turn, my dear,
Or I a traitor turn.



Huh???

Friday, December 22, 2006

I am so broke.

Monday blues shopping.



"Just because it's Gap" shopping.



Christmas "I have to give presents because someone else gave me something" shopping.




Remind me a bit, why am I so broke?!


Wednesday, December 20, 2006

iWant, iGot and swept off my feet.

iWant = iGot

A postcard all the way from Paris!




I am soooo swept off my feet.

This is all very sweet and thoughtful. I am convinced once again I have fantastic taste in men. Hehehe

It is the little things that make me happy. And I'm so so so happy right now! ^________^


Tuesday, December 19, 2006

iPods and walking one block in the rain.

Got J his iPods today.

Yup.. iPods. Plural. Because the engineer onboard asked him to help him get one too. This little piece of plastic heaven costs almost twice as much in Europe!

I promised to get him the black one and it was sold out at the Apple store. Fuggedy fug fug. I wasn't about to settle for second best. So I walked IN THE RAIN to the next shop that sells iPods ONE BLOCK AWAY.

And yes I got the black one as I had promised.

Mission accomplished!



So sleek. So yummy. So puuuuuuuurty.



Cheerful, hormonal, cynic, self preservation and trust.

Despite life consisting of very very mundane things, I feel slightly more cheerful than before.

I still don't really know why I was feeling so bad previously. I could be seriously hormonal and PMS-ing 24/7 for an indefinite period of time, things could be going badly, I was feeling more insecure than all my 25 years (I'm what?! Fuggedy fug fug!) put together, or life just sucked more than usual.

It could any of these, or all of them hitting me like a ton of bricks. I still have no idea.

Recently I said something to a close friend, sort of "came out of the closet" (finally I can use the gay remark, somewhere) about me being deeply cynical, skeptical and insecure. I guess people just do not see that beneath the crazy girl with a thing for Hello Kitty (she weighs exactly 3 red apples) lurks a very very skeptical person.


-- My love for Hello Kitty runs deep.

From a very bad past experience, people I trusted turned against me or did things that disappointed and hurt me. People learn from experiences, and that's how the thick protective hide/shell/armour came about. I hardly tell anyone about my family, problems or anything of that nature, because god knows who will use all these information to stab you in the back.

I am skeptical like that. You can never be sure of why some people get close to you. It is best that you remain or appear normal, a cookie cutter clone just like EVERYONE ELSE.

-- Which cookie are you?


Even in relationships I remain reserved. Sure, guys profess their undying love, promise the moon and swear on their own mothers' graves that the 2 of you will live happily ever after. Everyone swoons.

Everyone wants a happy ending, but words are just.. words. Nothing more, nothing less. You just learn that everytime someone whom you love fails you, everything that he promised you is just utter rubbish.

-- Utter rubbish

I just think, if he really does love you "till the end of time" and promises to love you "forever and ever, babe" why the hell is he screwing your friend? There's no better way to say "I love you" by proving you are willing to jump my friend? Sex is no accident.

So as much as I want to believe someone, it takes lots and lots of time. In relationships I am Jekyll and Hyde. I adopt a dual personality. A side of me enjoys and revels in all the lovey dovey intoxicating fun. The other side is just hovering somewhere in the background, making notes and passing judgement and always ready to pull the fun-loving side back to safety. I sit on the fence for pretty long to observe and I'll probably inch a little on the fence towards the guy only if I am somewhat convinced.

I call it self preservation.


Some people call it untrusting. I can't help it. If you want me to believe you, prove it.



p.s. Everyday you know me a little better, don't you?

p.p.s. I just realised I wrote NOTHING about why I am cheerful. I really digress, don't I?



Happy, looking a million bucks, cosmic forces and Christmas shopping.

I think I'm happy.

Yeah, I am.

Work sucks as usual, weather is a pain and life is boring as usual. It has been raining non-stop for almost a week and my washing just doesn't dry. I like my clothes left out in the sun till they are dry and crispy.

Damp clothes = no clothes = more shopping? I can work with that. (Well, technically I can't. I'm broke and there are still 2 more weeks to go till the next paycheck.)

Moreover I'm working early shift this week and the fecking rain just will not go away. I wore my luxe cream sily shirt, black piped pants and black patent flats today. And I thought, god I am looking put-together a million bucks today.

But fuck, it's raining and I'm not going to take public transport, get drenched on the way to work while muddy water stains the hem of my pants and arrive looking like I drowned out there. Sod it all, I took a cab to work, arriving at my office still warm and dry and still looking a million bucks with nary a drop of fecking rain on me.

So yeah, I feel good... nananana na. And broke.

The cosmic forces must be working overtime because I actually don't feel murderous towards Dim Bulb. He is leaving tomorrow and has thwarted my "urgent leave" to "handle some family matters" (read: quick getaway to Beijing, China). I'm really cool with this. It shocks me too.

J will be working through the holidays so I'll be stuck here alone. And like I've said, the cosmis forces are in play. I am actually coping with spending the holidays without J around. I'm not pissy or bawling my eyes out, stomping my feet insisting that he flies back right this instant. I'm going with the "I'm such an angel for being so understanding" flow of things.

Coolio.

The planets of the solar system or the moons of Saturn must be aligned due to some wondrous miracle that happens every few gazillion years because I got to chat with J for the past 2 days. Not the usual 5 minutes "How's you.. Miss you but I got to go do _______" conversations. But the kind of that goes on for hours. The kind we used to have before he left for this job. So yeah, I'm a happy camper.


(Some people just dismiss it as yet another chat, but long distance relationships are hard. Plus unreliable wireless broadband, different time zones, prepaid mobile phone with no credit, him being out at sea for god knows how long and being around all the drop dead gorgeous socialites in the world do not help.

Trust me, I would have yank out my hair in frustration if not for my good sense.)


Will go Christmas shopping for J later. I know what I'll be getting him because I already mailed it. This is his present from him to him, in our true blue classic gifting style that hardly anyone else has perfected to an art but us.


Good lord, that's yummy.



p.s. Should I get the delicious apple red iPod nano, or just plonk all my remaining cash on a snazzy iPod that I can watch something on?



Advice, people. Now's the time to hand them out "like you just don't care".

p.p.s Lots of little singalongs in this post, in'it?


Friday, December 15, 2006

Off the ledge.

"When the going gets tough, the tough gets going."



But sometimes, I feel like this. If I step off the damn ledge, it will all be over.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Inner monologue and neurotic freakshow.

Day 1:
Why hasn't he called? I miss him. I feel like talking to him. *pouts*
Maybe he will call later.

Day 2:
Maybe he ran out of credit on his prepaid. *All mopey and pouty, down and out with nary a smile for the world*
I miss him so much I want to cry now. *Weeping silently with tears streaming down the side of her face*

Day 3:
Did his flight get delayed? Was there a freak snow storm that I didn't know about? God I hope he's ok. *frantically Google-ing snow+weather+airport+delay+Paris*
Weather is fine. No storm. I hope he's safe. Maybe his phone got stolen/lost. *trying to convince self that it is not the worst*

[2 minutes later]
Well he could have at least emailed me. *frowns and pouts with nagging thoughts swirling in her head*

[by the end of the day..]
God is he avoiding me? Why do I get this "Call failed - unsubscribed number" error when I called him?" *panicks for a second before collecting thoughts*
Did he really cancel his number? No emails. Oh god he's breaking up with me isn't he? Hang on, he's just ditching me! Oh god.. why oh why must you break my heart like this? *wailing uncontrollably, soaking pillow with tears*

[6 hours later..]
"I'm so happy to hear from you! I thought you changed your number to avoid me and you are breaking up with me!!!"
Him: "Huh???"

[...]


I am a neurotic, one-woman freakshow.

Palma post is featured, little victories and globetrotting dream back on the table.

It has been a very interesting day over in Symin-land.

Good news? I think this qualifies as one.

I wrote a post about my trip to Palma and guess what, it is featured in one of China's e-newspaper!


http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/hqbk/2006-12/14/content_759083.htm

http://symin.blogspot.com/2006/11/palma-castles-alfresco-cafes-scenic.html


Hehehe... I'm actually quite proud of this. =) Feels like someone finally recognises my writing, especially my travel stories. Not to mention that it does wonders to my already-deflated ego. I'm actually confident again. I think.

Sure, only 1 reader from Guang Dong, China clicked that link that brought him/her to my post. But heck, I'm happy that the post got featured. How often does any of my stuff get featured anyway? I will take little victories like this any day.


Is it one step closer to my dream as a globetrotter, bringing glorious tidbits of factoids from all corners of the world? I sure hope so!

Maybe one day, I'll be writing from some exotic location such as British Virgin Islands, sipping my ice cold Long Island Iced Tea while getting paid to visit the place. God, life will be so good. I won't give up my day job just yet, but can you imagine my dream of being a full-time globetrotter coming true?


I will give up everything in a heartbeat.

Well, except J.




In other post-Palma but J-related news, my little garden is not doing so good. The tall green leafy bits are now limp and I don't want it to die. =(

I find it weird that here I am, staying on the 25th floor of my building (it's very high up here, I know.) and my little garden actually managed to have earthworms and snail in it. I saw the snail when I was trimming away the yellow leaves and it freaked me out.

Snail = Bad

Eek.

Oh, I kept the font size for this bit small because I think writing about snails and celebrating my awesome Palma post don't really go together. But heck, I'm not going to start a new post just to rant about snails.

Laugh out loud, quiet office and trouble.

I should really stop reading 123 I Love You (http://iamgettingfat.blogspot.com) at work. Sure, it may be tea break but nothing will save me when I choke on my cuppa, snorting liquids out my nose and burst out laughing hysterically in a normally "quiet as the morgue" office.

Nothing.

My shoulders were shaking, my face was turning red and I swear tears were welling in my eyes from trying not to LAUGH. I should really stop reading. But I just can't.

Is it self-control that I lack? Or is it too damn good to look away? I don't know.

Friday, December 08, 2006

PS3, Final Fantasy XIII and too many games.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you "Final Fantasy XIII".


Final Fantasy Versus XIII


Final Fantasy XIII


Holy smoke.


I want a PS3.

No Wii or Xbox 360 can even touch this.

Plus, everyone knows I heart Sony Playstation. My love for PS series and Square Enix's Final Fantasy runs soooo deep.


No kidding.

[...]


Final Fantasy XIII comprises of 3 games but because 1 of them is marketed as a mobile phone game, the rest of the WORLD outside Japan will not be able to participate. I won't mind, because I have 2 FF-XIII to occupy myself now.

You know, it really puts unnecessary stress on my health and mental well-being after finding out about the 2 FF-XIII games. I held my breath in awe, maybe for too long and I choked somehow. They are just too awesome.

Good lord. I have Kingdom Hearts 2 in my PS2, which I stopped after 2 hours because I don't like being treated like a 8 year old. ("Press X, then hold Y down before rotating L3 4 times to make combo. Try it!") Stupid instructions. I also have Final Fantasy XII still wrapped in plastic because I'm too lazy to start a new game.

So I have 2 games to complete, and in the meantime save up for PS3 and grab those 2 FF-XIII and start gaming all over again? How on earth will I be able to finish all these?! Will I be 30 by then??


I fear for me.

But till the console dies, or my time on God's green earth is up (whichever comes first) let the games begin!




Houston, Wii have a problem.

I will write about my preferred console for 2007-2010 (it's black in color and very expensive) or till something better comes along. Whichever is first.

Check out things NOT to do with your Wii.

Do not toast bread with Wii. Potential finger tip loss.


Wii does not backup as a parachute. Do not swallow Wii. Choking hazard.


Wiimote is not a nunchaku. You are not Bruce Lee fighting ninjas. Wii is not a hot waterbottle.

(All pictures pilfered from this flickr site.)


Of course these are made up diagrams meant to poke fun at Wii. For the real Japanese safety manual, check out this link. They are just... beyond words. The diagrams? Very retro. Very low tech, even a little crude considering that it came from the Japanese. I just call it retro.


But for now, everyone (else) loves Wii. Seriously, the motion sensored controller lets you play (some) games by reacting intuitively. Say, swing your controller like a baseball bat when you try to hit a homerun on your Baseball game. Or like a tennis racket when you are trying to serve an ace.

You get the hint.

But with great advancement comes great stupidity. Not from the inventors, but the consumers. When you think humans have come a long way compared to our primate cousin, think again.




Nintendo cautions gamers on Wii safety
Web sites report damage caused by the console's controller

-- Yuri Kageyama, Associated Press
Updated: 9:39 p.m. ET Dec. 7, 2006


http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16082959/


"At least two Web sites have been set up to collect photos that purportedly show damage — such as broken glass and TVs — resulting from the strap coming off players as they swung around the controller, at times causing the remote to fly out of their hands."


Erm.


Scrubs, Heroes and I'm so proud of him.

Scrubs Season 6 is out!

Enough said.

In other more exciting news, I found out that my friend is in a new show called Heroes [link]. He no longer plays (I think) guest roles on Scrubs anymore. He sort of has his own show now so that's very cool. I'm very happy for him.

Check out Heroes.



I must have lived under a rock for the past 6 months because the show is bulldozing its way back for Season 2 on 1 January 2007! And I just found out that the show exists 2 days ago. Blah.

The show is a bit like Lost (not plot-wise) with many characters and he's one of them. I'm going to watch Episode 1 to decide if it's any good. I am very sure it is some potent addictive stuff.


-- You rock, M-kun. ^___________^

Support my friend. Watch Heroes!



Joy to the world.

Remember I wrote about the wireless being screwy where J's at? It's fixed!

(For now..)

I never knew 1 email and 5 minutes of MSN time could make me so happy. *Huge grin*


I'm a happy camper.

Joy to the world!!



Thursday, December 07, 2006

Retail therapy, no bonus, shall-nots and current damage.

Because the wireless is down on J's side, all the crew can't get online and naturally I haven't heard from him in about a week. And if I'm lucky, I get a text message a day. And if I've been a really good girl, I get a short phonecall.

That's if I'm really really good.


Therefore to lift my spirits out of the abyss of depression, I try not to go straight home after work to stare at the 4 cold walls that seem to be mocking me. (Damn walls..) I have been strolling along the shopping district for the past few days and it would have been better if my role remained as a spectator, watching the world go by. Noooooo... I had to turn indulgent and become a participant, dipping my tippy toes into the shopping mecca whirlpool blackhole that sucks the living daylights out of my wallet.

Unlike most of the lucky sods out there, I'm not getting any year end bonus. I think I should stop spending like I have it.

I shall:
  • not buy more clothes just because I justify them as work clothes, and therefore "legitimate purchases"
  • not buy overpriced books from Borders just because my literary soul "needs enriching"
  • not buy any kind of clothes just because I think "I can wear them out with J when he visits me"
  • not buy any shoes just because they are approriate for work, and therefore making the "legitimate purchases" list
  • not buy cutesy useless stuff that has no functional use, like the Swarovski snowflake crystal which I thought look very pretty.


The list goes on. The current damage stands at $500.

I'm glad I have a job, but f*ck that's not the way to throw money away.


p.s. And because I bought some stuff, I'll try and squeeze some posts about them. Think of them as filler before the good posts come back.



Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Wheel of Fortune!


You are The Wheel of Fortune


Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success


The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.



Where's Vanna White?


Monday, December 04, 2006

Spring/ Summer 2007 - Salvatore Ferragamo

After living in a world of black, white, greys and muted blues and pinks (officewear just comes in those staple fail-safe colors), a dash of color is exactly what I need to get myself out of holiday blues.

I won't be spending the holidays with J and Antibes 2006 isn't happening (Don't bring it up. Unless you want me to bawl my eyes out and "comfort" me by giving me complimentary first class SIA air tickets to France), so woe is me!

Salvatore Ferragamo's collection revolves around a handful colors. Black, white, lemon meringue yellow, shades of olive and red. But they are amazing. I'm not really into Versace/Dolce & Gabbana so a whole mish mash of colors swirled onto 1 piece of clothing isn't really my cup of tea. I don't need a Rorschach inkblot test on my clothes, albeit in more colors than Joseph's amazing technicolor dreamcoat, thank you very much.




Yellow and black make a great combo. I guess a dash of either color is the safer route to picking up this trend. You don't want to look like a bumblebee.


-- Love the combi of baby yellow and black.

I like skirts of this shape. Instantly makes you look 5 years younger. And the slingback peeptoes? Totally lustworthy.

(I've been hankering for a pair of buttery tan leather slingback peeptoes since last month. Should I get it? Xmas present to self?)


Was just thinking to myself, did she just wear a skirt as a dress? Looks like it could work!


I need a white cropped cardigan. Pronto. She looks cute! I think it offsets the floral dress a bit. The dress is pretty, but you don't want to look like your nan's curtains, do you?


Red and gold never look hotter.


Words fail me. The skirt and dress look so light, flowy and gauzy, I mean, wow.


And the perfect dress for a black and white cocktail party.


-- Jackpot!

She looks almost regal. Not so keen on the yellow heels though.


The not so perfect dress for the same black and white cocktail party.


C'mon, did the designer just go, "That's it. I'm beat. I'll just sew the leftover white cloth onto the leftover beaded black material from an evening clutch and ta-dah! Just wear it. It can pass off as a dress." ??

It was like, he just gave up.


This dress is just boring. The model is pretty, with long flowing shiny mane and awesome skinny legs. Gawd I want my hair to look like that. A brown dress is not what she needs.


It's cute. I love the bright pink with it. But it's just too... brown.

Bright pink and white? Awesome.
Bright pink and brown? Coolio, if in 1:2 ratio.
Bright pink and brown in 1:100 ratio? Not good at all.




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