About Plugging In (Part 1)

An idea taken from Finicky Feline, when she found out that her chao pot pot Zen Micro could compile a list of her most-played songs. My iPod can't, but here's what's on my "On-The-Go" playlist for the moment. Yes, I've gone back to listening to 80s love songs. Heh...

Now that you know what I'm plugging into, what's on your player?

1927 - If I Could

Alan Parsons Project - Don't Answer Me

Ephraim Lewis - Drowning In Your Eyes

Patti Austin - Any Other Fool

Christopher Cross - Arthur's Theme

Eric Carmen - Make Me Lose Control

Chicago - Love Me Tomorrow

Phil Collins - Separate Lives

Melissa Manchester - Don't Cry Out Loud

Steve Perry - Foolish Heart

About Scattered Thoughts

Tonight has got to be 1 for the books. 4am. That's what time M and I left the office. Christ on a crutch... When I think about how next week is going to be just like this 1, I want put a bullet through my brain just so I won't have to face going back to work on Tuesday.

On a separate note...

You know, I've always found the word "bittersweet" the cheesiest of all oxymorons. Even sillier than "white gold". *rolls eyes* Unfortunately, (Maybe it's the severe lack of sleep!) I can't for the life of me think of another word to use to describe how I feel right now.

The candy cane: My best friend, the 1 person whom I love as much as I love myself - Which is the ultimate since I'm a quite the selfish Narcissus! - left me the sweetest note ever on her blog. (Side note to Liliput: Thanks dahling. But I think I love you more. *hugs tight*)

The jagged little pill: A - Here's me silently wishing you happy birthday babe. Wherever you are. Whatever you're doing. Whomever you're with. I'm almost succeeding in not missing you. Heavy emphasis on the almost.

Hah... This is almost laughably coincidental. George Michael has to start playing as I type this.

I can't make you love me if you don't,
You can't make your heart feel something that it won't...
Here in the dark, in these final hours...
I will lay down my heart,
I'll feel the power...
But you won't, no you won't...
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't...
-- "I Can't Make You Love Me"

About The 29 April Horoscope

Friendster Horoscope for April 29, 2005

Today's Forecast: Isn't love grand? You asked yourself that same question earlier this month and the answer was yes. At the moment, you'd be happier if the person that you loved was just a bit more available. If it's work, be patient.

I normally don't bother much with my horoscope. But this is strangely spot-on. For those of you who haven't noticed, I've been somewhat moody these past couple of weeks. I was happier earlier this month, just before and around my birthday. Things haven't been going so well since. And although I hate how whiny and pathetic I sound by saying this, I miss A... :(

Money
Love
Attitude

The Bottom Line: Keep your feet planted even as you reach for the stars. Maintain perspective.

In Detail: You've been agonizing over whether to take your current relationship one giant step further, especially since your heart is telling you that it's time to do just that. Your mind is holding out, though - for someone who's a bit more available. If it's work that's keeping you apart, be patient. That can always change. Personal constraints can change, too, but they'd better do it in a hurry.

Hmmm... You've been agonizing over whether to take your current relationship one giant step further, especially since your heart is telling you that it's time to do just that --> Check. Your mind is holding out, though - for someone who's a bit more available. --> Check. If it's work that's keeping you apart, be patient. --> Check. Am trying to be.

I'm tired. Sigh...

About No Time

I need to complain.

It is currently 1.30am. I just got back from the office. Yesterday I reached home at 2.30am. Tomorrow (Or rather... LATER TODAY!) is looking to be another long night. Fuck!

I've had no time to continue where I left off on my previous post. I've had no time to spend with friends (Side note to Liliput: Sorry dahling!). I've had no time watch American Idol / CSI / The Practice / Amazing Race. I've barely had the time to sleep / pee / shit / smoke. Fuck!

My clients are all morons. My big boss is suffering from perpetual PMS. My timelines at work are getting even more ridiculous than before. Oh... And best of all, the dumb bitch at work has somehow managed to postpone her last day till the end of June, instead of the middle of May. Which means we have to put up with an additional 6 weeks of her yapping, stupidity, laziness and incompetence. KNN... Submit resignation letter liao can take back one meh?!?!?! Fuck fuck fuck!

The rings and bags under my eyes are so dark and big, they look like my old, crummy waist pouch. You can almost keep 50 cent coins in them for crying out loud! My complexion is being shot to hell and back. Despite me not having the time or energy to apply any make up before I go to work, I woke up this morning to find the biggest of all joys - A GIANT pimple - staring back at me from the mirror. Fuck fuck and double fuck!

*takes a deep breath*

On a brighter note? Ahhhmmmm... *fumbles around for something to say*

Oh!

My dumb cable modem has decided to behave for tonight. Long enough to let me blog I hope!

About My Early School Years

Some people find it surprising that I'm effectively bilingual. Hell... I find it amazing myself sometimes, seeing that I couldn't speak a word of Chinese when I started primary school!

My primary 1 Chinese teacher was this absolute WITCH called Madam Tan (May the fleas of a thousand camels infest her armpits!), who refused to believe that I couldn't understand what was being said in class. Instead, she saw my silence at her barked command to read from my textbook as a form of childish defiance. It also didn't help that she got my Chinese name wrong. I mean... I didn't even know she was speaking to me because the name she spat out wasn't mine! It wasn't until she stalked over, grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked that I realized who her attention was focused on.

Then... As poor little 6 year old me tried in a quavering voice to tell her that I couldn't understand her because I couldn't speak or read Chinese, she smacks me. Twice. Hard. (Owww...) Madam Tan then proceeded to drag me out of class... Down to the main school hall... Up onto the school stage... And made me stand there for the next half hour.

Can any of you remember how humiliating it was to be punished that way when you're 6? When all your friends are playing hopscotch or zero-point during their recess, and everyone just keeps staring at you becuase you're being disciplined in such a public manner? Plus it was only my 3rd day of school! I cried throughout the rest of my classes and all the way home... Needless to say, Chinese wasn't 1 of my favorite subjects henceforth.

My parents were kinda angry at what had happened, but I guess the both of them were more concerned about the potential damage my language deficiency would have on my future. As a result... 2 tutors were hired... Numerous assignment books were bought... My grades, however, didn't pick up much. The subject didn't rouse any interest in me, so I didn't bother very much.

Just how did I get from a borderline-failure to the Chinese-gibbering chick (Who, I am proud to say, got an A1 for her Cambridge O Level Chinese Examination! Wooohooo!) I've become? Heh... More on my addiction (And possibly my salvation!) in my next post. :)

About The Meantime Girl

J sent me the URL for this yonks back. I've been wanting to post it up but thought it was a tad too depressing a read. Which (Haha!) suits my mood perfectly at the moment, so I guess you guys get to share in my angst once again. Heh.

What's a Meantime Girl?

She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh.

She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend.

She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night.

She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One". You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.

She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either. She's not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She's too understanding, too comfortable. She doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does.

But she's cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine.

You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her.

She's not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she'll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation.

But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair.

You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you 2 have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs. She could play the hard-to-get bitch, like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off. (Wanna bet? I could too! Well... If I tried... :P)

Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell. (Hahaha. No. Yes. No. No. Although I sometimes think Taco Bell might be a better place to work in than an advertising agency...)

Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want).

You'll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, and she'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux. She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile.

Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She's safe. She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone's head. (Ok, I don't exactly blend into the crowd since I'm kinda noisy and very dramatic...)

She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do. She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to "The Mess That Is Your Life", and she likes you anyway.

She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you, because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.

Anyway, yeah. I'm a Meantime Girl. Been 1 more times than I care to admit. I don't know the reason, really, and at this point I don't even care.

I just want to let every guy know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A lot. (I'll stop soon. I hope. I mean, there're only so many tears 1 can shed before 1 collapses from dehydration, right?)

And someday we won't be around.

Kudos to the writer. I couldn't have expressed my feelings better myself.

About My Angst

Yes, I'm a little down. No particular reason why... Just a myriad of small things that have tangled together into a hard ball of knots, 1 that decided to beam me on the head after an extremely long day.

And of course, I'm compounding my moodiness by listening to angsty Chinese music. (Side note to Adrock: Shut up John... I like Chinese music! So there! Bite me!)

On my play list? Li Sheng Jie's latest album... Downloaded courtesy of Baidu.com. For those of you who know me and who can actually read Chinese, you'll understand why this song is pretty apt at the moment. Heh!

痴心绝对
歌手:李圣杰

想用一杯latte把你灌醉
好让你能多爱我一点
暗恋的滋味，你不懂这种感觉
早有人陪的你，永远不会

看见你和她在我面前
证明我的爱只是愚昧
你不懂我的，那些憔悴
是你永远不曾过的体会

为你付出那种伤心你永远不了解
我又何苦勉强自己爱上你的一切
你又狠狠逼退我的防备
静静关上门来默数我的泪

明知道让你离开她的世界不可能会
我还傻傻等到奇迹出现的那一天
直到那一天，你会发现
真正爱你的人独自守着伤悲

曾经我以为我自己会后悔
不想爱的太多，痴心绝对
为你落第一滴泪
为你做任何改变
也唤不回你对我的坚决

About The 4th Gift

For those of you who've read about my dilemma, you'll be pleased to know that I've finally gone and solved it. Uh huh... Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to give me suggestions as to what I should get. The present has finally been bought.

So what did I get him?


The 4th Gift... Part 1...

Special thanks to Cruiser, who gave me the idea of getting a Chuck Palahniuk book. Missduhr, however, says that "Choke" is a little on the dry side, which is why I decided on his newer book, "Lullaby". Oh... Plus I did some subtle probing (Hah! No pun intended, get your minds out of the gutter you pervs!), and found out that the last Palahniuk book A's read is "Fight Club". :P


The 4th Gift... Part 2...

I also decided to get him a CD I found on Amazon. He loves Tuck & Patti, and since the original release date of this album is the 6 of April, I kinda saw it as a sign. Sigh... Of course, let's just hope that this doesn't turn out to be like all the other gifts I bought him. Especially since it's a damn import and cost a bomb! Heh... Ah well, guess I could always keep it for myself if he's already got it.

I should be seeing him later this week, if all goes well. Wish me luck people!

About Little Misses & Mr Men

Awwwwww... Got this from Finicky Feline.

Design your own by clicking here.


Little Miss Widowpoison... & Companion

For the dimwits, I'm the 1 on the left. Uh huh... That's me. Kinda thorny, kinda cheeky, always laughing and very passionate (hence the red!). Hehehe...

As for the fella on the right? That's my impression of A. Hahaha... Round head, broad shoulders, always sleepy with an extremely boring fashion sense in shoes. Why is he's in red too? Well... I just wanted our Little Miss and Mr Men to match. Haaaaaaaaaaa! ;P

About A Dream Fulfilled

Club Med Bali, Nusa Dua

Oh it's gorgeous, isn't it?

And guess who's gonna be there to soak up the sun come May 13th? Uhhhh huhhhhh... Moi! And if that isn't enough to make you hate me... It's a free trip! (Courtesy of the madhouse I work in... A little reward for us worker ants who've been slaving away...)

Ohhhh yeaaaah baaaaaybeeee... *does a little booty dance*

(Side note to Jules: I remember our oath to take our 1st Club Med holiday before we turned 25. Ok, I'm a liiiiiiiiiittle overdue but better late then never, eh babe? Wooohooo!)

Now there's just 1 problem. How the fuck do I lose these additional 5 pounds in less than 4 weeks?!

About Idol Season 4

Ok, we're down to the last 8 contestants. For the last 4 weeks, you've had your chance to cast your vote in the little poll on my blog. If you went for Jessica Sierra or Nikko Smith... *buzzer sound* Nyeaaaah... (Side note to Totally Tim: Told you Nikko was a loser who did a bad impersonation of Jamiroquai... Heheh!)

Anyway, if you're interested, here're the final poll results.


American Idol Poll Results

And here's my take for the competition's top 3, in no particular order. Not a hard decision, to be honest...
1) Anwar Robinson
2) Constantine Maroulis
3) Carrie Underwood

ANWAR ROBINSON

Top 3 performances so far:
- "Moon River"
- "Ain't Nobody" by Chaka Khan
- "I'll Never Love This Way Again" by Dionne Warwick --> Brilliant, by the way. I totally love this song... And Anwar's rendition was perfect!

He'll make it because:
Tons have fallen for that sweet, wholesome, school music teacher persona and that angellic, crystal clear voice.

What I think:
Gay. Definitely. I mean... C'mon... Chaka Khan and Dionne Warwick?! Which black man would even think of singing songs from these 2 divas unless he had a broken wrist?

CONSTANTINE MAROULIS

Top 3 performances so far:
- "I Think I Love You" by The Patridge Family
- "I Can't Make You Love Me" by Bonnie Rait
- "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen --> Awww man! I'm still reeling from how fabulous Connie did this... *head bangs till she gets dizzy*

He'll make it because:
Tons have fallen for that leather-wearing bad ass on the outside, heart of gold teddy bear on the inside persona, so much so they'll forgive his occasional lapse.

What I think:
I wanna shag him. Now. Please. Hah. Nah, I don't think that. I know that! Hahahaha...

CARRIE UNDERWOOD

Top 3 performances so far:
- "Could've Been" by Tiffany
- "Alone" by Heart
- "Love Is A Battlefield" by Pat Benatar --> Gosh... For a country girl, she sure as hell did justice to 1 of the biggest female rockers from the 80s!

She'll make it because:
Tons have fallen for that Goldilocks-Britney face. Plus she has the voice, versatility and talent that Miss Spears could never even dream of having...

What I think:
Although Carrie's very good, she doesn't inspire any particular emotion in me. Which is rare, since I usually have a view on everything. Heh...

Anyone have any other opinions? :P

About Book 6

Released July 16! *glares at her calendar* Hurry up Father Time! And if you're not looking forward to this, you suck. Haha! :P


Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Oh... And some mental notes:

1) Need to decide on what to buy and to actually buy A's present. Urgh. Time's 1 commodity I don't have much of nowadays. Sigh.

2) May 8 is Mother's Day. My life will not be worth living if I forget. May 8 is Mother's Day. My life will not be worth living if I forget. May 8 is Mother's Day. My life will not be worth living if I forget. May 8 is Mother's Day. My life will not be worth living if I forget.

About The Wah Kaos

Ok... I have to say this right at the start. WAH KAO! NAH BEI! *takes deep breath* Uhhh yeah... That feels better.

I log onto Friendster for the 1st time in 2 days and what do I see?


Wah Kao!

ABOUT WAH KAO #1...
So I think "Awwwwww shucks, all my friends remembered it was my birthday and sent me nice little Friendster greetings..." (Cheapo schmucks... No money for an actual card ah? Ptui... Hahaha...) Apparently, I thought too soon.

From: (Name removed) --> Irritant A
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:24:00PM
Subject: hi

Message: hi, how r u today, i wanna friendship . if u r intrested then add me pls,(Email address removed) send me message & tell me ur id then i can add u too, i hope see u soon with regards (Irritant A)

From me: You wanna friendship? I wanna run. Regards, April.

From: (Name removed) --> Irritant B
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 11:14:00 PM
Subject: hi

Message: hi

From me: To Irritant B... Bye! April.

The 1 good thing about this message? It was short.

From: (Name removed) --> Irritant C
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 3:31:00 PM
Subject: HI, ARE YOU MY TYPE OF GIRL

Message: HI, Are you my type of girl?anyway nice to know you.Tell me more about yourself as I would like to know you better? what's your hobbies??? REPLY. yours (Irritant C)

From me: No. Wish I could say the same. No. None that you would understand. REPLIED. Up yours, April.

From: (Name removed) --> Irritant D
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 1:14:00 PM
Subject: nothing to lose to reply to sincere pal

Message: (Long winded portion of message removed) All these are for u to find out and for me to know which is truth.Hope to hear from you soon to start our great friendship. Hopefully my message is not down the rubbish bin, rather late and no reply :). Do you have msn? regards (Irritant D)

From me: About your hopes buster? I'm sorry but yes, I trashed your message, and no, you won't be getting a reply beyond this. Regards, April.

From: (Name removed) --> Irritant E
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 12:21:00 PM
Subject: hi April

Message: hi I am (Irritant E) 32 working in computer line. nice to meet you. want to know more friends. my hobby includes swimming travellingand jogging. What ur hobby? We can also chat on msn messenger. My hotmail id is (Email address removed)@hotmail.com. What ur hotmail id?

From me: Hi, I am April, 27, totally uninterested in meeting wankers like you who have crappy grammar and who probably can't spell even if a dictionary was rolled up and shoved up your ass. And no, we can't chat on MSN Messenger. Love always, April.

From: (Name removed) --> Irritant F
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 11:14:00 AM
Subject: Hi Hi April

Message: HI there...nice to see you around here ...would u mind to be friends ? Hope to hear from you soon :) Cheers :)

From me: Yes actually, I would mind. Cheers, April.

From: (Name removed) --> Irritant G
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 10:47:00 AM
Subject: Hi hi

Message: hi,Lady....is there an opportunity to get to know you??Sorry to be so straight forward (Irritant G)

From me: No. Sorry to be so straightforward. April.

By the way, this message brings to mind that old Tom Jones number... You know... She's a laaaaady... Woah woah woah... She's a laaaaaaady... *does a little shimmy shake*

From: (Name removed) --> Irritant H
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 10:27:00 AM
Subject: care to be friends?

Message: hi there,i just like to widen my social circle and know more sincere ppl, care to be friends?if yes can add me at (Email address removed)@yahoo.comthanks ^_^

From me: Ahmmm... Sorry... My social circle's wide enough, thanks. April. ^_^

From: (Name removed) --> Irritant J
Date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 2:46:00 AM
Subject: hope to know u

Message: hi my name is (Irritant J) 27/m/sg/chi hope to have a chance to know more abt u can we chat online or it will be even better to chat on the phone hope to hear from u soon...

From me: Keep hoping J... Keeeeeeeep hoping. April.

Oh... And if you're thinking this is a pathetic attempt to show the world how popular I am on Friendster, fuck you. I don't need that sort of validation, because honey, I am popular and I know it! Hah! So why this post? It's a lead in for me to rant... Whyyyyyyyy me??? Whyyyyy, in the name of all that is good and sexy, can't I get a message from a DECENT LOOKING guy who WRITES like he studied the English language PAST K2?!

ABOUT WAH KAO #2...
For fuck's sake dude... If you're stuck with a dumb ass name like SENG CHEE, don't use it when you're on Friendster. Better yet... Have it changed the minute you turn 21. Can you imagine any girl trying to talk dirty to you with a name like that?! ("God... Seng Chee... Give it to me you STALLION!" --> Wrong laaaaaah dude!)

Then again... For that matter... I can't imagine any girl wanting to have sex with a dude named Seng Chee.

About The 3 Faces Of April

From Perplexed Princess... To Court Jester... To Queen Bitch!

About Being Browned

Omg. I've been "browned".

{Don't watch Beauty Pageants with your woman} --> Read it!

Gee Ma... I'm almost famous! Hah! Hyeaaaaaaa right.

Side note to Slinky Cat: I didn't understand your earlier comment till I saw the post on Mr. Brown's site. Am gonna miss your ramblings girlie, don't be a stranger ya? :)

About 27 Pros & Cons

Waaaaaaa... Almost 1 whole week without any time to blog. I didn't think I'd make it to the weekend... What've I been busy with? Well... Yours truly turned 27 on Wednesday. Uh huh. I have now OFFICIALLY moved PAST my MID-20s and can be considered to be a woman in her LATE-20s.

Fuck a duck.

The day before the big 27... Tuesday...

Pro about turning 27: I got to have a huge, yummy Fish&Co dinner with P, who was only in town for a day. We spent a thoroughly enjoyable hour swopping Melbourne stories and catching up with each others' lives.
Con about turning 27: It's highly likely that I've put on 5 pounds just from dinner alone, which I'll probably never lose because everyone knows that your metabolism slows down as age catches up. Fuck another duck. Goddamn seafood platter with its heavenly mix of mussels, prawns, fish, squid, fries and herb rice was probably invented by Satan himself. *sulk*

Pro about turning 27: I got to spend some time with my 2 best bitches-in-arms, making catty jokes and sitting pretty at Alley Bar. We had the weirdest drink concoctions, including a Kama Sutra, which turned out to be a small tray of vodka shots flavored with 5 different types of liquer. Go figure.
Pro about turning 27: T was very sweet. He not only called me to wish me happy birthday at the stroke of midnight, he even tried to get a cake delivered to my table. Unfortunately, his friend, who happened to own Alley Bar, wasn't around... But I really appreciated the thought dude! *beams* :)
Con about turning 27: It's highly likely that I put on another 5 pounds from all the syrups and alcohol in the fancy-schmancy sounding drinks we had. By the way, I just recently found out that "cocktail" in Mandarin is "Ji Wei Jiu". How bizarre is that!

Pro about turning 27: C, whom I haven't seen in about a year, gave me 2 Sasha bears this year instead of his usual 1.
Con about turning 27: The bigger of the 2 bears waggles its arms and dances around to the sound of Los Del Rio's "Macarena" whenever you squeeze its paw. *blinks* Ok... It was cute the 1st couple of times but it's getting a little annoying now that the guys in my office have discovered it...

On the actual day of the big 27... Wednesday...

Pro about turning 27: My team bought me a huuuuuuuuuuge lunch at Koka as well as a sinfully decadent choccie cake from Awfully Chocolate. Hee. Oh... And they gave me some really nice stuff from Origins that I desperately needed.
Con about turning 27: The reason I needed the Origins stuff so badly was because A, in his infinite smartness, mistook my Checks & Balances Frothy Face Wash as body foam and used almost 1/3 of the tube in the shower. That's an $11 shower bud! *faints* Aaaaaaaanyway, even though the lunch and cake probably added to my weight too, thanks ladies! I very touched. Sniff... *muakz*

Pro about turning 27: A finally remembers it's my birthday at 4pm. Totally on his own too. Or so he claims. *rolls eyes*
Con about turning 27: Despite remembering, he had a "prior appointment" that he couldn't get out of so we couldn't make plans. :(
Pro about turning 27: We ended up meeting anyway. Heh... :)

Pro about turning 27: The gang took time out of their busy schedules to have drinks with me at New Asia Bar. I've missed them so much and it was so great to be able to just sit around, get sloshed and talk rubbish with everyone again. I have a vague memory of us daring the men at our table to get brazillian waxes. Hah! Thanks again babes! *hugs hugs hugs all around*
Con about turning 27: Not a good idea to order HUGE-ASS, SUPERSIZED Apple Martinis when you have to work the next bloody day. Especially when you have friends who think that Sambuca shooters are a logical next step, after you finally manage to finish whatever was contained within that goddamn fish bowl! NAH BEI!


On left: Normal sized wine glass...
On right: New Asia Bar's Supersized Apple Martini... WAH KAO!

2 days after the big 27... On Friday...

Pro about turning 27: Get to have my 3rd celebration, this time with the old secondary school gang at Walas after a yummy dinner of Linguini Scampi at Cafe 211. No alcohol for me this time, but we got pretty high on laughter, thanks to Missduhr and her half-crazed camera antics as well as Ms Cho and her Boon Lay GOH speech.
Con about turning 27: After 3 days of feasting, my jeans are definitely too tight and I'm having difficulty breathing properly when I sit. I now have less than 2 weeks to lose back these 5 pounds before A's birthday, and less than 1 month before the company trip to Bali. Errrrrrrrrgh...

All in all, I had a fantastic time this week. Despite my whining about my weight, and despite the rather crazy time at work, I really, really enjoyed myself. Thanks everyone... For not letting me mope about the fact that I'm older, that my tits are soon gonna reach my knees, that I'm going bald and whatever hair I have left is slowly turning white. Heh...

Happy thoughts, April... Haaaaaaaaappy thoughts!

About Our Memories

An idea taken from Jules' blog... Which she got from Debb's blog... Which she got from Ickle Oriental and Oriental Flower's blogs...

This is almost as bad as a chain letter, huh? :)

Anyway...

If you read this, you must post a memory of me...
It can be anything you want...
Good or bad, just as long as it happened...

Eh! Ta ma de! Don't look away and pretend you didn't see this entry ok! :P

About Nothing In Particular

I love lazy Saturdays at home...

I fell asleep last night watching "CSI Miami" and was awoken by the sound of rain pattering down... (So much for suntanning this weekend!) I burrowed deeper under my feather quilt, turned my face into my favorite pillow and luxuriated in the fact that I didn't have to tumble out of bed and rush to work.

3 jaw-cracking yawns, 2 cigarettes and 1 cup of coffee later, here I am in front of my computer, blogging about nothing in particular.

The blogging bug seems to have caught on in the office. The Boss came up to Missduhr and myself, and asked how to go about setting up an account. God forbid she ever find out what our blog sites are.

The Boss always says: I want you gals to be vocal and unafraid to voice our opinions.
What I think The Boss really means: I want you gals to be vocal and unafraid to voice our opinions, as long as they don't contradict mine.

I'm sorry but I refuse to practise self-censorship just to avoid offending her sensibilities. And with my performance review coming up (Eh... Actually, it's already due!), the last thing I want is for any friction to arise because she read the entry where I bitched about my totally fucked up colleague. (Click here to read that entry.)

Fuck! Just dropped my cigarette, burned my ankle and got ash all over the floor. *wails* I need a new ashtray!

Anyway... M's just messaged. She's starving and needs to eat sushi before she dies of hunger. So I guess my random rambling stops here. Before I go bumble off to shower, thought I'd post up some pics.


Chummy Chipmunks

Taken last weekend, on a very slowwwwwww Sunday after a foiled attempt at tanning. (Yeah, another 1! Sheesh!) About the caption? Well, Missduhr said we look like a couple of ol' Alvin's siblings. Chipmunks. Hamsters. Whatever! Speaking of which... I still want my kungfu Mofo!

Oh. M's decided to drag someone else with her to chow down on Japanese. Guess I can afford to lepak, i.e. chill / nua / laze around, some more...


Jay & April ;)

(Side note to Missduhr: Hah! You try finding a desktop wallpaper that has hubby Jay with your name on it! Bleah!)

Wah kao. M's changed her mind again. She's now decided to grab lunch from NUS, come over to my place and eat / hang out. Indecisive little wench. Guess I need to shower after all. *grumbles under breath and hauls butt off chair*

Damn. Have a sudden craving for mangos.

About My Fool's Day

I woke up a little earlier today and thought I'd check my Friendster messages before I head to the office. So there I was... Having my morning coffee and cigarette... Bird song outside my window (I wish those damn featherbrains would shut the hell up!)... Haze pouring in through the window *cough cough COUGH*...

A perfect Friday morning.

Then...

The page loads...

And I saw it.

From: (Name removed) (I shall henceforth refer to this guy as The Bug...)
Date: Thursday, March 31, 2005 11:06:00 PM
Subject: call me

Message: itinkz u veli prettyz i am hunk 18yo guy with big cock call mez at (telephone number removed) if u like goodz sexxxxxx

*chokes on cigarette and hacks like a loon*

I then made the mistake of clicking on The Bug's profile and looking through his photos. I spent the next 30 seconds gawking in horror at a chap that brought to mind an Asian version of Steve Buscemi. *shudders* (No idea who that is? Think back to the movie "Con Air". Garland "The Marietta Mangler" Greene. The skinny little psycho bugger that played with the little girl and sang "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands". Ring any bells? No? Well click here to read ol' Stevie's bio then.)

Anyway... Back to my little story. I hurriedly hit the {BACK} button on my keyboard to save my eyes from any further torture and glanced through The Bug's extremely "well-written" profile. As I did, I couldn't help but ask myself...

Q: How on earth could The Bug even consider himself a hunk?!
A: He's blind / delusional / mentally handicapped.

Q: Why would he ever think that I'd be sexually attracted to a scrawny little twat 9 years my junior? (Yeah. Go ahead and calculate my age. I'm a dried up 27 year old cow. Whatever... :P)
A: He's blind / delusional / mentally handicapped. Or...
A: He thinks I'm blind / delusional / mentally handicapped. :(

Q: What's up with the horrible English, the meaningless adding of "z" to his words and the utter lack of punctuation?!
A: He's blind / delusional / mentally handicapped.

Q: The Bug's been on Friendster since mid-2002 and he's got ZERO friends?!
A: Ah well... He's blind / delusional / mentally handicapped. I'm guessing he doesn't get out much.

Q: A cheena gerk (For the uninitiated, that more or less translates into a Chinese dweeb!) who's well-endowed?!
A: Probably not. After all... Uh huh... You said it. He's blind / delusional / mentally handicapped.

Hah. All in all, I must say that The Bug's gotten my April Fool's Day off to a pretty unusual start. (By the way, if I hear 1 more April Fool's joke about my name, I'm gonna hurl!)

Oh. And to top my morning off? I've managed to break my favorite pink ashtray. Waaaaaa...

Fuck. :(