socquilational

Memory is the Mother of Muses

2008-08-06T21:33:00.003+08:00

:. the part of my table that jumped out of a crummy 60's show

***

"For Adrian other people did not exist except as extras, as bit-players in the film of his life. No one but he had noted the splendour and agony of existence, no one else was truly or fully alive. He alone gasped at dew trapped in cobwebs, at spring buds squeaking into life. Afternoon light bouncing like a yo-yo in a stream of spittle dropping from a cow's lips, the slum-wallpaper peel of bark on birches, the mash of wet leaves pulped into pavements, they grew and burst only in him. Only he knew what it was to love."

***

oh my...

2008-06-12T20:27:00.003+08:00

Phantom

2007-10-24T23:54:00.000+08:00

Stomach has been acting up since 5+.

"Nevermind, tahan. Shit Happy. Do it at home."

Got home at 8+, and Mother had a plate of nice hot fried noodles topped with weird nasi-lemak-styled egg and ham waiting for me on the table.

"Eat now lah! Hot hot eat better!"
"Cannot! Need to shit! At the custom, passport chopped already!"

Uncle runs into toilet.
"Let me use the toilet first. I wanna brush my teeth."

"2 minutes! You only have 2 minutes! I wanna pangsai"

"OK. I'll be out in 1."

1 & half minutes later, he's out and I ran in.
Singing, shitting away happily.

"Wah.. shiok! This one feels healthy.."

Once done, i stood up, turned and looked in the toilet bowl.

THERE'S NO SHIT.

Now, who believes me? I didn't see my shit.

URRRGGHHHH... The Phantom Shit.

This post is for you nice people who want me to update my blog.
Told you I have nothing better to write. Heh...

ps: it's a true story...

thief 02

2007-07-01T17:56:00.000+08:00

It's so bloody warm you long for a bloody cold coke all the time.

30 years down the road, you get bad bones and diabetes and no more cold sweet drinks for you ever again.

Bloody Vicious.

Yes. I've been busy and work is killing me, just like how coke is killing the rest of you.

Sing...

2007-05-01T16:41:00.000+08:00

Happy Labour Day, my friends.

Since it's a Tuesday, it feels good to be rolling around at home.
However, since tomorrow is Wednesday, and more importantly a working day, it sucks.

I would love to spend the rest of this holiday doing absolutely nothing at home, but I have to be at Mediacorp.
I have morphed into one of them groupies, but never will you spot me holding up banners, bouncing and shrieking my lungs out in support of a friend. Nor will I be boo-ing the socks off any judges who offer unfitting & unsound advice. I'm a mature adult who supports a friend rationally.

I should go and prepare. 6pm at the bus-stop right?

Go Adik Go!

Married Trisno

2007-04-08T19:48:00.000+08:00

Oh, and congratulations Trisno!

See you in December ok.

That Saturday

2007-04-08T18:50:00.000+08:00

It was a rather hectic Saturday.

It was ChingMing in the early morning.
Then a mad rush to visit the Phantom at the esplanade.
Afterwhich, a long stupid wait at Bedok for a fat old soccer-playing man.

Yeah, damn long no update huh. I've been lazier than anybody.
Having to work like a cow during the weekdays, I'll be letting myself down if I work hard at, going out, cleaning up the room, uploading of photos, blogging, re-painting my nails.. etc.. on the weekends. On weekends, I sleep. For REVENGE. Much to the displeasure of Mr. Zuko. Hah. What to do. Fat people get tired easily mah.

oddballs

2007-03-25T05:50:00.000+08:00

Date: 25th March 2007
Time: 04:10am
Location: Void Deck

Me: What is the one thing that you really want for your birthday right now?
BF: Right now?
Me: No lah, not as in now now. But u think this is what you really want for your birthday..
BF: Last time, I had really wanted an O2 phone. but now, the feeling like not so strong anymore leh. Now i see many phones better than O2. Haikel's phone got like 2.5megapixels, take picture very nice. Then I think of the pictures Xiaobai took last time, not as clear lor.
Me: Ok... so now don't want already lah?
BF: 2 weeks ago I was thinking of this Nike Pro soccer boots. Ronaldo wears them. Damn slim and fitting, not fat like fuck one. But now my working hours like cannot play soccer anymore.
Me: So now?
BF: Jack Purcell's black high cut.
Me: The leathery ones?
BF: Yah... the exact same ones that I had. The ones you said ronald mcdonalds one.
Me: Hmm.. ok.
BF: You? What do you really want now?
Me: Hehhh...
BF: What?
Me: It's abit nerdy lah.
BF: Don't tell me it's one of your stupid tech stuff.
Me: Hehhh...
BF: What?
Me: RAM for my laptop.
BF: Sial lah!!!

cloud 9

2007-02-22T20:35:00.000+08:00

Because he gave up on Wild Wild Wet for me.
Because he took more than 1 ride on the Pirate Ship.
Because he went on the next ride nauseous.

Happy Anniversary Malay Boy.
You rock.

forget it..

2007-01-01T01:04:00.000+08:00

I love alcohol. It makes me happy. I am able to enjoy a whole night of nothingness at the kopitiam with the right company and a couple of beers. No noisy eardrum-erupting "chboom chboom", nor toe-stepping young punks.

HOWEVER...

1st drink of the year 2007: Milk

Wow! Since the beginning of time (me becoming of legal age), no one can ever see me anywhere remotely near Woodlands on a 31stDecember night. Needless to say, who can even imagine me drinking milk in the living room in this very last hour of the year?

Is this an omen? What is it trying to say?!!
Help. I'm scared.

After watching the countdown party 2007@VivoCity on Channel 5, I'm sooo glad I didn't crawl down to VivoCity and squeeze my ass off counting away the last seconds of my 2006 there. I mean, did you even see Julian Hee and What's-his-Name's rendition of Sexy Back?? *pukes*

I'm a loser spending my last of 2006 at home playing WordSmith, drinking milk and watching TV, but it beats jumping around VivoCity amongst sweaty bodies and sticky armpits.

Ok, maybe hanging out at a chill-out pub with pals not so losery. Ok Ok I know.

Jujur

2006-11-26T22:29:00.000+08:00

It's crazy.
I'm totally addicted to a song I don't understand.

I just think it's a sad story.
I think the song is DAMN nice.

Jujur by Radja.

Life's a bitch... and then you die.

2006-11-16T23:09:00.000+08:00

My life is a little too funky right now.

Work load has been over the top. I sit in the office at 9pm staring at the monitor, immersed in the world of onshore/offshore petroleum refineries, turbomachinery and safety & critical control applications. How should I convince people that our Process Systems are able to minimise their downtime and thus maximise their profits? How can I establish that these services and world-class solutions can drive more performance and business value from their plant assets? I get the block and evidently, it's here to stay.

When I finally crawl into bed, my mind goes on autopilot and commences the drafting of the general layout for the gate and centre spread. Which of the Industry pictures are more apt? More human element? Oh, and please remember to include the staging area.

I find myself drifting into sleep. Time: Unknown.

6am: He croons as usual and wakes me up. I jolt into consciousness and almost expect to hear Miss M's voice spill over from dreamland into reality.

" The short write-up on our corporate history should include our excellent performance in the Asia Pacific region ok? Not too boxy. Not too wordy. You get what I'm trying to say?"

I sit up, look around and it feels like it's been just 30secs ago when I jumped into bed feeling drained and smelling all clean and nice.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror with half-closed eyes as I brush my teeth after the shower, I realised.

"Great. The only conscious moments in this house that I can remember, is looking at my reflection in the mirror as I brush my teeth. Didn't I JUST do all these like, 40seconds ago??!"

Ahhh... This reminds me of a joke.

Q: What happens when you run in front of the bus?
A: You get tyre-d!!

Q: What then happens, when you run behind the bus?
A: You get exhausted!!

I must be running between 2 buses everyday.

Later, I wanna dream of a tall, dark, broody, young, handsome man sitting next to me in the gondola as we cruise down some sweet river in some cold country. Hmmm... Make it SOME tall, dark, broody, young handsome MEN. Cool.

I think I allow delusion to cloud my rationality a little too often.
Tall, dark, broody, young, handsome men where got like girls who look like TarePanda?

Nabei.

dream a little

2006-11-01T23:34:00.000+08:00

I feel like a blue Subaru WRX without my gold tyre rims.
I feel... incomplete. Inadequate.

I.Feel.Sleepy.
Goodnight everybody.

rossi

2006-10-24T14:31:00.000+08:00

Over their Mee Bandung and our banana split & kopipeng at Bukit Timah Al-Azhar:

Them: Tomorrow wanna go sepang?
Me: SEPANG?! RACING?! I don't mind lor!
Him: Same lah!
Me: What time do we leave? As long as you don't tell me I'll have to wake up at 7am. It's a sunday can?!
Them: Erm.. We'll pick you up at your house at 6am.

My first time at a racing thing, and it was uexpectedly interesting!
Of course I'd rather watch cars eating each other up, but the bikes were cool enough for a first timer like me.

Got home with tight burnt skin, but hell, it was cool.

Mdm OH!

2006-10-24T13:49:00.000+08:00

It was a beautiful wedding held at the Asian Civilisation Museum.
Madam Oh is now Mrs Rahnsch!

I've seen Mdm Oh around in my Fuchun Primary, and she was just another one of those Superman bus kids. Ok. This time there were 2 cos of The Twin.

1st day of secondary school, and I see Mdm Oh around. Hmm, a familiar face, I thought to myself. CC being the friendly prefect from Primary school brought all of us together not long after. We chose an ECA together, ogled at upper secondary boys together, went out with new boyfriends together, trained like dogs together...

Now she's married.

Stay happy Mdm Oh!! Congrats Chris!!

P.S.: Yes, giving birth must be freaking painful.. but still, have some babies soon. Ms Wong wants some flowerkids!!

mean green machine.

2006-10-22T13:38:00.001+08:00

This one doesn't change whether yours is a narrow, normal or wide screen.
It's better this way isn't it?
The planes and rainbows were getting to my old head.
Let my thoughts and specks of annoyance settle a little before I think up new ways to spruce this old backyard up.

I love you, You love me.

2006-10-15T17:36:00.000+08:00

Yes. My new best friend.
It's like white snowskin mooncake.
It's like milk in the morning.
It's like.. Michael Jackson now.

Yes. My new best friend.

YES!!

2006-09-29T17:25:00.000+08:00

Long time no come.
Technology is a vice. Not dependable. But I love!!
& I love to skive at work when TheBoss isn't around.
I draw stupid things while Colleague counts potatoes.
In the hearts praying no sent proposals get rejected via the email.
No "werng!"s at this time please.

Tomorrow will be Good News Day.
Unless I run someone down in Ubi.
HAHAHAHA!

YES!!!!

Seems prolonged absence from socquilational has cost me the ability to write like an adult.
I sound like a retard trying to talk cute.
Ta Ma De.

thief

2006-09-02T21:11:00.000+08:00

He's not that skinny. Ok he's thin but not that skinny.
Not to the point that I can't see him walking around me.
Walking and working around me for 1 night. Or 3 months.

But apparently he thinks he was there.
Shamelessly, he took what we did and conveniently put it on his tray of offerings.
LilMissPea says she's disgusted.
Me? I'm just pekchek. Kanina Pekchek.

I'm still wondering if I should link that Site of Plagiarised Objects here.

You can go to the web and do your cut & paste for your art theory papers.
You can ask other students to do your work for you.
You can go to the library and plagiarise all those images.

BUT MY THINGS DON'T PLAY!

full throttle

2006-08-13T22:15:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I feel like Dylan of Charlie's Angels.

When she felt like everyone else will find happiness in their own lives and abandon what they used to feel passionately for.

Mmm.. ok.. in this case, there's nothing we feel passionately about.

There's no abandoning whatsoever.

I just suddenly realised that we're already at The Age.

And they've done what people should do at The Age.

Hah... Age must be getting to my old head.

Congratulations Ninam Edwards and Dila-10cm!

augustus

2006-08-13T21:11:00.000+08:00

August 13.

Exactly a year ago, I was dissing my company.

Now, a year later, I still hate it.

Hmmm... Wah lau! One year just zipped past me.

Oh.. here's the picture of the Bus Leaner i promised.

I've thought alot about my life recently. Topics like family, career, friends, love...

Wow.. unconsciously I just went "family, career, friends, love..."
See the order?

Family first then career, then friends and last is love?
Hahhah! Sorry ah Mr. Zuko..
You're number 4.

I'm still thinking about my life now.
Still thinking and thinking, no conclusions so still thinking.
I know. Totally pointless.

Article No. 27

2006-08-10T23:26:00.000+08:00

A belated bday card..

Sorry I ripped this photo off your blog.. I like silly faces and this one in particular is perfect for a birthday card!

Well, that's how I feel about this birthday of mine looming ahead... the same expression you aptly portray.. HAHHAA!

Happy Birthday Miss Kay and many many happy years to come!!

Sharity Elephant

2006-08-07T21:24:00.000+08:00

I totally have nothing to say nowadays. Nothing blogworthy.
I'm no more the blogwhore I thought I was.
Sometimes I walk along and think things, and go "Right! This has gotta be in the blog!"
By the time I reach the bus stop, it's byebye brain!

So.. that explains the lack of posts recently.

So.. Mr. Zuko suggested that I put up pictures of these Care&Share people.

Because of the Yellow Box. We've learnt to Care & Share. With many different groups of people.

Come one everybody! Care and Share!! Share your table!

ps: I've tried to blur their eyes hoping no one recognises them. I don't wanna be sued for erm.. whatever. I don't mean any harm. Don't sue me. I'm too broke to be sued.

pps: The Serial Leaning Bus Sleeper strikes again! and i've got evidence. Will post it up when i feel like it.

on the 5th day of the week..

2006-06-23T15:58:00.000+08:00

2-35-35-35!!

2006-06-19T23:20:00.000+08:00

400 of them came flat.
2 of them came to help.
400 of them went out as pizza boxes.

Yes. Folding pizza boxes somehow falls into my jobscope.
What a weird weird working world.

the other nadia

2006-06-18T22:30:00.000+08:00

Little Miss Attitude.
Look how she has grown..

It's a rainy day

2006-06-14T23:24:00.000+08:00

Hah! I feel like i've been issued a challenge...

And I feel childish. Hah!

Mr. Zuko will definitely say, " Boliao."
Hahhaaaa..

BNiF

2006-06-08T21:22:00.000+08:00

I think I need some rewards.

I passed the Basic Driving Theory Test. Something I've been putting off until the recent ChingMing.
I extracted one wisdom tooth, the one thing that has been causing me endless nights of pain.
I cut my long ghostly hair. Now I sport a short short bob that brings all attention to my big fat face. Well done.
I wore my chilli red nails to work.

So I think I deserve some some rewards.

Hmmm.. an iPod? Anyone interested in sponsoring? Half-sponsoring?
Well, contrary to popular beliefs, working doesn't mean money many many.
Especially for wants like these.
So here I am, shamelessly asking friends and loves to donate to my BNiF.

Brand New iPod Fund

For enquiries, feel free to shoot : socquila@yahoo.com

rain on me please!

2006-06-04T18:01:00.000+08:00

Ms Kay wants to be Sam Soon, I wanna be Han Ji Eun!
I'll have the Full House, I'll have Rain, I'll have the handsome abang who likes me too.

Oh my god! Have you even seen Rain dance???!!!!!
I'm in love with a younger man....

on the loooooose!

2006-05-28T16:04:00.000+08:00

She boards the bus.
She sits beside me.
She falls asleep.
She leans heavily on me.
She does that the whole journey.
From Parkway to Woodlands.

Not just once.
Not just me, no. She terrorises not just me.
There was this poor middle-aged chinese balding man. He was pressed against the window the whole journey.

THE SERIAL LEANING BUS-SLEEPER!!

byebye

2006-05-14T12:21:00.000+08:00

Goodbye.

No more unhappiness.
No more dragging yourself off the bed early in the morning just to go work.
No more shit from customers and bosses.
No more bad stomachaches.
No more fevers and flus.
No more fights.
No more seeing stupid people killing one another.
No more tears.

Only beautiful things.

We will miss you, Bernard.
May the force be with you.

mat zookeeper

2006-05-01T15:01:00.000+08:00

HHAAHHAHAHAA!

The look! The stare!
Handsome lah!

free meh?

2006-04-12T20:43:00.000+08:00

Has been a long time since I can loudly declare... "Wah! Boring ah! Nothing to do ah!" at work.

But it's good cos the boss isn't around.. makes everything lovelier..

Even boredom feels like first love!

very free colleague..

2006-03-20T14:55:00.000+08:00

My colleague, who's very free at work, decided to amuse me with this.

So I thought I'd share this with everyone here.

funky chicken!!

HAHHAHAAAAAAAAAA!

p.s.: naDiaO, looking for a boyfriend???

lerb lerb lerb

2006-03-08T16:48:00.000+08:00

For someone who's been troubled.

Love is sometimes denied, sometimes lost,
sometimes unrecognized, but in the end,
always found with no regrets, forever valued
and kept treasured.

i know...

2006-03-07T13:05:00.000+08:00

Mr. Zuko, I know you wanna buy for me.

I know..

Buy! Buy! Buy! Buy!

dip, dip, slide...

2006-03-07T11:13:00.000+08:00

No lah! I'm still that poor one. Never kena TOTO.
In the words of Mdm Wong: "Fart also never smell!"

HAHHAAAAHAHAHAA!

So many things happened. So little time to post it here.

Look what I found in Wicked Wonderland!

Me and my Big Fat Momma's Butt!!

HAHHAHAHAHHAAA!

be nice!

2006-02-10T18:06:00.000+08:00

People be nicer to me.

Because I'm going to be $10 MILLION richer tonight!

Lian Ah Lian!

2006-02-06T16:06:00.000+08:00

Ahhahhaha!

Once upon a time, I went to my newly assigned secondary school and found a goondoo-looking girl with a 2-part-ponytail and pinned-up fringe sitting right infront of my class filling up some forms. The next year, we were all sporting short hair with some beansprouts dangling down our foreheads.

Yes I really terrorised the poor Angmoh-Speaking Boy who dumped the watermelon back into her hands which in turn started tears swimming about in her eyes. And of course railed at all his accomplices at Centrepoint McDonalds like a ChaoAhLian. HAHHAHAHHAA!

Yes I promised to paint a jungle in her room when she gets married so she and Mr Wong can play Tarzan and Jane in the privacy of their room. And have since decided to add a Hello Kitty somewhere for her to discover one fine day.

Yes I'm one of the not-shy self-acclaimed KARAOKE JIE MEI HUA who can stand in the middle of a pub and sing like there's no tomorrow.

Yes I'm one of the 2 suay girls who got caught by the manager for making lunch arrangements over the phone when we should be going "Morning 169, this is *** speaking, how can i helpchiuuu?"

Yes I'm the one whose father loves pushing food at her and whose mother thinks Punch has a woman's figure.

Ahhahaha! Miss Kay! This is for you!!

p.s.: socquilational because i'm sock, i love tequila and this is where i reign!!! HHHAAAAAAAAAHAHAA!

ciang dong ciang!

2006-01-18T10:04:00.000+08:00

Hair-cutting necessary for Chinese New Year?

My fringe is like my toothbrush. Used and abused.
The rest of my hair? Like Seow Char Bo.

It's either A, B or C for now... *sigh*
Chinese New Year, Chinese New Year..

Maybe black hair becomes brown hair.
Maybe long hair becomes short hair.
Maybe old woman becomes young girl.
Maybe..

I miss Takuya Kimura...

Maybe.. No. Musto be.
HAHAHHAHAAA

me the brain!

2006-01-04T14:25:00.000+08:00

Yeah! It's mine it's mine!!

A message in my new pink phone from Miss NadiaO:

kanina!! i am so farking jealous!!
better watch your fone.
i'm gonna mobilenap it!!
muahahahaha!
that's right!
be afraid. be very afraid! :-p

HAHHAHAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
I WILL 'KIAP' YOU WITH MY NEW PINK PHONE I TELL YOU!!!!!!

ps: i'm actually much fatter and rounder. due to the brilliant tilt of my face and superb camera angle, my face actually looks 70% smaller!! woot!!

pinky & the brain

2005-12-12T11:10:00.000+08:00

I LIKE I LIKE!

Not nice?

this is not a will.

2005-12-02T09:53:00.000+08:00

When I die, I don't want old uncles playing Teresa Teng's songs. I don't want people playing mahjong. I don't want wreaths.

I want gangsta rap in the day and good 'ol jazz when it's dark. I want long lost friends to hang out near me and talk cock so I can hear and giggle in my coffin. I want beautiful flowers in all sorts of happy colors.

Friends working/studying overseas, do drop me an email and say bye. I will know and that will make me happy. OK?

I wanna be cremated, and when the time comes I hope someone will stuff a blank cheque in my pocket. So I won't be as poor a ghost as I am alive. Really!

* Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it

Someone has to take over my blog and continue crapping it up. Of course this person has gotta pretend that he/she is me. That'll be shtunnnnnin! Write like me, talk like me, prettify the blog like me... Say how I feel after I'm gone..

* give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in

All the good stuff in me, pass it on to the ones who need them. Anything they want. Help I can't give when I'm alive, I'll give when I'm gone.
*Bonus - Mr Zuko when you miss me, go to the fella who has my cornea, look him/her in the eye and say hi. I'll get you.

* pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies

grow you grow!

2005-11-29T09:29:00.000+08:00

August 12, 2002. The day I started this blog. WOW! Can you even imagine how long it has been?!
This blog was started with uncertainty. How would anyone like me have anything good to write, online no less.
Well, it turns out that I really had nothing good to write! HA! Nothing life-changing. Nothing moving. Nothing informative. *OK. I thought the ninja one was pretty informative. Hoot!*

It's been more than 3 years now and this little space has been neglected more than desired. It's feels just like growing a nice rose bush and then leaving it to the forces of nature. Now the bush has grown untrimmed and not a single rose can be seen.
Mirror my life. The wildly high bush is blocking my view from what's ahead and I don't know what to do!

Haiyoh! Haiyoh!

I'm going to put on braces and think.

holi holiday

2005-11-02T23:01:00.000+08:00

I just think I am unable to write a proper paragraph.
Nowadays, the things I feel like saying seem to be most appropriately expressed through screams or flying objects. Hah. Ooh the violence!
I wanna walk and walk and walk and walk and end the long walk with a surprise find of a suitcase filled with money.
Thank you.

henlei!!

2005-10-29T15:55:00.000+08:00

to naDiaO with lurrrve

2005-10-13T22:19:00.000+08:00

Yo Nadia!

Magnanimous Me = Salivating You!

Ok. I gotta go scrub my desk now... drool all dried up. *slurrrrpp*

boring...

2005-10-13T21:05:00.000+08:00

Yes. Correct.

My blog is dull and boring.
Because MY LIFE is dull and boring.

Life = Blog.
Dull Life = Dull Blog.

The brutal truth.

lovefool

2005-09-24T18:12:00.000+08:00

I can't decide who to love. I want both can?

*chants* BOTH! BOTH! BOTH! BOTH!

tissue

2005-09-23T00:30:00.000+08:00

Tissue and Me in Ayu's phone at Marine Parade Fat Finger's.

Tissue who could be comin back soon.

boring....

2005-09-20T14:05:00.000+08:00

MCs are good friends of mine. But then again, only when you're not terminally ill or down with some life-crippling diseases.. Some headaches, some swells.. No problem mate!

One of these days I'm gonna scan in Mr. Zuko's namecard and post it big here. Let the whole world know how thick his badak skin is. Hahah!

I have absolutely nothing to talk about here anymore. It's so boring to talk about work all the time and I bet no one wants to know about it anyways. My life has been revolved around work which then makes it equally boring.

People see the display picture I have on my phone and they think I'm scary. And mad. I do know that it looks a little scary but then again, there's a certain weird tranquility to it. You know time stops there. You know she's not dead from the lynching. You know there's no pain because she's just a doll. Aiyo! I wish I can post the picture here but phone and pc don't love each other lah!!

Oh! There's a new love in Mr. Zuko's life! Cute little thing called Coochie Coo. Hahhaa! Will post her little picture up when i manage to get hold of it.

jump dog jump

2005-09-15T00:24:00.000+08:00

Pushed. Found a new extension to the limit.
Wow! Look what I did, mommy!!

Who would have thought... hah!

let's!

2005-08-21T21:39:00.000+08:00

My cute little cousins... So cute lah!

Oh yes.. I've changed. When are we leaving? Hahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Indie you Indie me

2005-08-13T02:58:00.000+08:00

Oh the irony! Just when you're hating work and contemplating murdering someone, then run to India and hide in Maha for the rest of your life, you look up and you see the poster. Who's fucking with my mind?!! Who?!! WHO??!!!!!!!! Show yourself you ball-less dick!!!!

I am so hating work right now and the pressure's way too high for a ROC girl like me.. I'm hating the options I have. I could stay and remain overworked+underpaid. I could pass her the white funky envelope and head for the other offer. In true OSCK standard, I have always known at the back of my exhausted head that I'll stay and slog my guts out for at least a year more. 2years even, if I evolve into a 'oh-I-love-being-exploited!' cracked-up dude. But like the devil in your head, the choice of throwing the many many jobs on her desk and saying with gusto "I QUIT!" lingers daily. Haiyah! Nevermind lah! Work first see how lah..

On a lighter note, the water heater in the bathroom decided to just die. And it's been dead for 3 days now. Past 2 days, Lovely Mother woke up in the early hours and boiled water for her 2 daughters' showertime. This morning, Not-So-Lovely Mother couldn't wake up. And I had no time to boil the water myself. So I almost died with the heater. Hmm... turns out it isn't as light a note as it should be... Sneezing and trumpeting-sounds from blowing the nose all day aren't that funny.

Ok I'm sleepy. I read what I had typed out so far and nothing makes sense. I must be really sleepy...

trip yourself!!

2005-08-03T23:01:00.000+08:00

brotherfly

2005-07-31T23:52:00.000+08:00

***

Brother the social butterfly.

>>> happy last day of july...

naDiaO

2005-07-26T22:36:00.000+08:00

Dear Nadia,

I had intended to respond to your post in the Tagboard itself, but apparently my message was too wordy and the administrator won't allow it. So i thought I might as well reply here, since it's MY blog and I'm the biggest here!!!! AHAHAAAAA!!

Ok.. I don't know what's happening and I can't remember the details of your deleted-blog. I don't know why people are mad and I don't know who's mad. But I'm not upset.. I don't know why you think I might be... maybe the part where I don't "entertain last minute appointments"(can't remember exact words)? But I'm not, so all is cool.

Actually, I should have taken the initiative to date you out when you were back but I didn't. Not having your number and superbusy at work don't seem to be reasons valid enough.. So I'm sorry ok? The next time you're back, I promise I'll definitely track you down.. I'll send Dr. Asmadi to harass Mr. D.O. if I have to.. hah! If I don't, you can have Dr. Asmadi as a pet. Promise.

eat snake

2005-07-23T01:46:00.000+08:00

Miss No

2005-07-19T21:58:00.000+08:00

I realise that if you say no too many times,
you become a no-person permanently.

passing me by

2005-07-19T21:31:00.000+08:00

2005 isn't a good year.
Overall.
I feel pressured. I feel misunderstood. I feel pissed.
I feel confused. I feel unhappy. I feel inadequate.
I still feel time passing me by...

I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk
and help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug

hush little baby don't you cry

2005-06-26T15:54:00.000+08:00

- My FUCK-YOU attitude stuck its head out on Friday in the office.
- Hair and Hair aren't good friends with each other. *to the power of 3 million*
- Who is Quando?
- Initial D is a super useful term. eg. "Can you Initial D me over to Suntec now? I'm in a hurry!"
- Naming your son Tat and breastfeeding him would be funny.
- I smile so my hurt won't show.
- I hate suppliers who are old irresponsible men. Or Irresponsible Old Men. Or Fucking Bastards.
- I'm seriously considering braces. For my teeth, not to hold my jeans up you blur cock!
- I haven't met Nadia.
- I haven't met so many people in the longest time ever.
- Beer has been eluding me.
- So many Badaks in the world.
- Someone just became a super-millionaire overnight. An inheritance of 10-OVER-MILLION DOLLARS!!!!!!!!
- I have many nice songs.

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion when-ever she happens to walk by
why does the apple of my eye overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired her, secretly admired her;

dedication

2005-06-18T14:08:00.000+08:00

A dedication to Mr. Zuko.
--- [***] ---

Da Wisma Sistaas

2005-06-14T21:48:00.000+08:00

Haaaahhh.

p.s./ should parties involved in above photos resent appearing on the evil world wide web, TOO BAD!

p.p.s/ or you can try bribing me into taking them off.

life

2005-06-09T00:10:00.000+08:00

I think we all have roles to play; once we get over the disappointment of realising that we are never going to be supermodels, famous lady novelists, astronauts or whatever, then it is time to abide by the rules of compromise. Most of us are nobodies. Apart from a few soap stars and a handful of pop singers, we all have to come out of the playground of make-believe eventually and take our responsibilities on the chin. You can't have excitement all the time; too much fun and too many sweeties only lead to tears before bedtime.

- somebody

Go Go!

2005-06-04T03:07:00.000+08:00

It was me laughing like a madcow in the middle of that night.
You wanna laugh like a madcow too?
Go --> Dancing Queen

race

2005-05-21T15:01:00.000+08:00

JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK RACISM IS WRONG DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE NOT A RACIST.

the hawpar story

2005-05-16T12:28:00.000+08:00

It's official.
I'm sickly.

I'm sick again! The fever, the sore throat, the nasty headaches and neckaches and bodyaches.
All back into my miserable life again!
After just like, what? Less than 2 months?! And I'm sick again?!
This is pure bullshit!

It's what the stupid man at Haw Par Villa had said 14 years ago.
That my life will be filled with small sicknesses.

I would have made my way to Haw Par Villa to assassinate that very man, if he didn't also say that I will be a rich woman when I become 30.

happy. people. birthday.

2005-05-10T22:32:00.000+08:00

It happened last year.
We are all old now.

c-walking down the streets

2005-05-02T12:47:00.000+08:00

See me crip walking across the floor in my Reebok 'Ice Cream" kicks!
Which one do you like huh? Huh?

Ok. I don't own a pair of the Ice Creams.
Nor do I know how to c-walk.
I'm old. But I like the Reebok Ice Creams and I like c-walking.

Slap On Some Rouge Girls!

2005-04-22T14:50:00.000+08:00

My new fav hangout place on saturday nights.
Gorgeous decor huh..

It's 02.50pm on a friday. Yes, I'm in the office. My boss is out. I have nothing to do. My colleague is trying to order a birthday cake online. I'm doing this. We're bored! I'm bored! And in the words of my colleague, "I'm rotting!!"

Ahh. It'll all end the moment my boss steps into the office with amendments and new jobs...

p.s.: Currently it's in ugly font because I can't find the font thinggy. It's gotta be the Mac.

Laksa Zone

2005-04-12T00:00:00.000+08:00

I have a new job. No more standing at the Big Storeroom. Just plain slogging at Laksa Zone. I wake up at 6.10am every morning and reach Laksa Zone at 8.30am. And I thought waking up this early EVERYDAY will be a torment. In fact, it seems ok for now. I am able to jump off my bed(Yes. Literally jump off! Cos without the jump, my head will only end up on the other pillow at the other end of my bed) every morning.

If anyone of you friends realise that I haven't been blogging much, that must be because I face the computer the whole day at work. That's more than plenty of opportunities to hang out with technology. And plenty of finger exercise. Finally, slim fingers are in the pipeline! Reason to buy nice skinny rings for skinny fingers. Hah!

For the past week, I've had so many deadlines to meet I'm drowning in them.

Didn't I just say that I face the computer everyday at work? Today. Is. A. Working. Day. So I faced the computer for the day. So goodbye for now. My computer-facing time for the day is used up.

excite me

2005-04-03T22:15:00.000+08:00

So exciting so exciting.
Tomorrow's a new beginning.

2005-03-29T14:53:00.000+08:00

Ok. It's pretty cute isn't it? I'm not going mad am I?
I'm not turning into a follower of the Evil Hello Kitty Cult am I?
The 4 Hello Kitty magnets I have on my Carlsberg case are there only because of convenience right?

I think I need help.

bye.02

2005-03-29T14:07:00.000+08:00

AFTER TODAY, JUST 2 MORE DAYS TO GO.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

bye

2005-03-28T00:04:00.000+08:00

Goodbye Irritating People.

sicksock

2005-03-17T01:22:00.000+08:00

Oh my. Annoying Cough will be visiting me once again. I know that for sure because Annoying Fever is back. This Fever is as annoying as Annoying Cough because it comes and goes, daily. And this time round, it's Maleficent Sore-Throat. Totally unlike Exasperating Sore-Throat the last time I was sick. Maleficent Sore-Throat with anthrax lumps. I hate being sick. Again.

sicko

2005-02-27T23:56:00.000+08:00

I have this annoying cough that won't go away. It's snatching my sleep everynight since I have to run to the loo everytime I cough and the phlegm shoots up. Even without the phlegm, the cough shakes me awake anyway.
I close my eyes, body limp from exhaustion, I finally doze off. Then the spasms start and I launch into a coughing fit. Aloha! I'm awake again. This is bullshit!

brain drain

2005-02-22T02:02:00.000+08:00

Just how boring can life be when you're working?
I think I need to inject some excitement into my bland life.
I'm planning to conjure this secret identity whereby I can probe into people's life and learn more.
The only thing that is holding me back is, how the hell should I go about doing it?

Today, I went out with 3 of my 4 boyfriends. The 4th one had to work so he couldn't join us. I see 2 of my boyfriends straying away from me. Roon had his old flame. An had his old flame AND his new flame. Luckily I had Mr.Zuko aka Boyfriend No.1. And I had Lam with me. So I was happy for awhile. I'm talking crap. That's mean, it's time to turn in and rest my drained brain and exhausted body.

what's new

2005-02-20T02:04:00.000+08:00

Updates:

- A ninja stole my taxi.
- I'm popping so many pills, when I burp I smell like a hospital.
- I'm drinking vitagens and eating bananas everyday to kill constipation.
- The girls are on Mission Hello.
- I miss dancing.
- I didn't win the Toto 10million.
- I miss having loads of time on my hands.
- I need to cut my hair.

happy people

2005-02-12T04:10:00.000+08:00

Happy 6th Anniversary to the 2 of you.
Happy Chinese New Year to 1 of you.

chemistry

2005-02-03T01:24:00.000+08:00

Chinese New Year is Chinese New Year.
I can't help thinking that CNY is some bio-hazardous chemical pretending to be Chinese New Year.

If you were to meet me on the streets and you ask me what the active ingredient in Darlie toothpaste is, I can tell you without giving it an extra thought that it is Sodium Monofluorophosphate. Really.
I'm a genius!!

good morning singapore

2005-01-29T10:19:00.000+08:00

Hey all! What a beautiful morning! It's 10.12am on a Saturday morning, the sun shining lazily and birds chirping merrily. It's the perfect day for family picnics, parents sitting under the shady tree chit a chatting, kids riding their bicycles. No? Ok, suntanning at sentosa. An excellent day for lying on the beach for that beautiful tan, dipping in the sea, and even a game or two of beach volleyball. Absolute bliss to be around your loved ones and friends isn't it, this day?
What a wonderful saturday.

Except that I will be working from 2pm to 10pm.

Boo.

sickening

2005-01-28T01:05:00.000+08:00

I'm so sick. So sick there's blood in my phlegm.

''''''

2005-01-19T02:02:00.000+08:00

I'm so tired. So very tired.

father hitler

2005-01-15T01:44:00.000+08:00

My father wakes up at 4am every morning for work.
For the past 25 years, he comes into our rooms (the children) and touch our forehead checking for signs of fever.
Without fail.
I know that because I defy his wishes and come home at 3.45am all the time, jump right into bed after a quick shower and pretend to be asleep.
Even during times we had huge fights and we refuse to talk to each other, he still checks if I'm alright.
The only times he doesn't do that is when I'm not home yet.

This man is a good father, albeit the excessive nagging.

2005-01-12T01:10:00.000+08:00

Somehow, reading my last entry makes me feel like I'm an evil and negative person.

I can't use my photoshop!!

big storeroom

2005-01-09T02:02:00.000+08:00

The best way to lose enough weight is to stop eating. And the best way to stop eating is to be broke enough and not be able to afford a proper meal. Then why the hell am I torturing myself working under some dumbbell for money? A dumbbell who gets "confiscated" when there are too many stocks for her to check. A dumbbell who points to her hurting knees and complains that her "elbows" are in pain. A dumbbell who calls me and a colleague over and says she wants to talk to both of "them". Approximately 6 hours ago, I was lectured by DumbBell because I came back late from my dinner break. And for cheating on my punch-card. Ha ha. Making her angry is funny and seeing her incensed makes me happy. I don't see myself as a trouble-maker. In fact, I deem myself as a dilligent and industrious employee to any employer. It's always the fact that nobody sees you when you're working hard but you get caught the moment you lapse. So go ahead and scold me DumbBell cos I don't give a shit what you think about me. Not even a fart. And all you self-important and haughty bitches who come in the form of customers, go ahead and mess up every single piece of garment you see in the shop. Try all the pieces in every single size and color. Throw all the clothes on the floor in the fitting room and reckon we enjoy picking them up after you. Go ahead and keep your noses up in the air. Cos I don't give a shit. Not even a fart, you hear me?

This afternoon, a lady in her 40s dropped the red sequinned-dress she was holding and signals me to pick it up for her. I took the stapler from the counter and stapled the dress to her palm. It makes me happy.

No. I didn't really do that. It's just one of the many scenarios I play in my head everyday while I'm at work.

wave

2004-12-31T15:54:00.000+08:00

After all that has happened and all that will be happening, there is only grief and desolation. What a horrible way to end the year.

Let us pray for the well-being of those still missing, but most of all, for those still alive.

It's a sad sad week.

Dr. Asmadi

2004-12-27T19:53:00.000+08:00

Mr. Douglas.O calls Mr. Zuko Doctor Asmadi. Something about what he wore to BarNone one fine day. So on the day of Mr. Zuko's birthday celebration last week, he got called onto the stage by Mr. Douglas.O, and naturally Mr. Douglas.O went, " Everybody, here is our good friend, Doctor Asmadi!! He's celebrating his birthday today so please give him a big round of applause!!" The conversation onstage that followed was peppered with questions on which University he was from, and Mr. Douglas.O's call for sick people to look for this very 'good' doctor.
When the episode was over and Mr. Zuko was on his way to and back from the the loo, people, mostly girls, went up to him and said, " Hiii... Happy Birthday. I see you around here all the time, and i didn't know you're a doctor....*smile*"

Nadia, your papabear just upped zam's value in BarNone. Ho Ho!

xmasss

2004-12-23T01:28:00.000+08:00

Happy holidays to one and all.

Just a few days back I was walking outside Wisma Atria & Takashimaya and I got so amazed at the efforts that the organisers(whoever they are) had thrown in! Sculptures of Baby Jesus Christ and friends in the stable, choirs... effort, man! Mr. Zuko totally hates it whenever I stop and watch any of the performances. He thinks only lame JC people enjoy mass-dancing, mass-singing, mass-anything. He thinks this way ever since I brought him to my school's Mid Autumn Festival celebration. Hey! We play carrom too you know!

Anyhow, I didn't give a hoot what he thought. I stopped and watched anyway. He was fidgeting and mumbling under his breath all the while when I was truly enjoying myself staring at the fat balding teacher-in-charge swaying his arms and hips at the singing-kids.

I did give in finally. When this group of teenagers went on and started dancing and rapping away.
"Tell me who's in the house?! JC! Who's in the house?!!! JC!!!"
I left when I found out who JC was.

dec14

2004-12-14T03:56:00.000+08:00

When I was much younger, I've always wanted to be older. I couldn't wait to be in my twenties. At that time, the twenties seemed to be an age of wisdom, freedom, and of course, financial independence. No more will I need the company of my parents should I need to make a trip to Orchard Road. Nor their consent to buy a pair of track shoes. I will be able to come home as late as I want and not worry about curfews. And I won't have to live in fear whenever it's time to bring home the report book.

Now that I'm officially 25, the twenties doesn't appear to be that alluring. I'm none the wiser compared to that kid I was, not as liberated as I would have liked, and still as broke as ever. Like it's not bad enough to not have these realised, I'm slapped with more pressure and a great deal of stress. When you're 25, you're expected to be sensible enough to lead a decent life. Coming home at 4am is not even remotely sensible. When you're 25, you should have an honest and respectable job with a sound paycheck (of course it should include CPF contribution to guarantee a comfortable and painless ownership of your HDB flat when you're getting married). Naturally at 25, you should be going out with a worthy and pleasant young chinese man who has an equally sound, if not, bigger paycheck.

I hate 25! I'd rather be studying for my 'O' levels!

On this day, my wish is to become the richest woman in the whole wide world!!!!!! Oh right, and world peace...

idoliminnnity

2004-12-02T13:42:00.000+08:00

The Singapore Idol is finally over. I still can't believe some girl actually sms-ed 2500 votes for Sylvester! That's pure insanity! And she bought 4 extra sim cards just to do that since you are allowed only 500 votes per sim card. If I were to do that, my mama would probably hit me with a hammer. This is crazy. Singaporeans are crazy! How unexpected.

Yesterday, Daniel Ong was interviewing "celebrities" on the "red carpet". I thought that was pretty crappy too, until President SR Nathan came along. I was anticipating Daniel Ong to go up to him and say, " Good evening Sir. So, who are you rooting for?" But he didn't. What a mood-spoiler!

I think I like Dick Lee. But I hope he'll change his name once we're together. It'll get ugly if we quarrel. Go away Japanese Man!

p.s/ Oh, congrats Mr. Zuko & HunkyBurlyKirin. It's your "Hidup Melayu!" dream come true.

happy birthday

2004-11-21T01:57:00.000+08:00

I will send this birthday party invitation out when my daughter is 6. Name-wise, most probably not Farah. Farah's just my neighbour's daughter. As for the address, it's a tribute to a friend's house in Swettenham road which, got stolen!! Can you believe that!!! Right, Little Miss Pea?!!! I know you know...

charlie's angels

2004-11-20T02:46:00.000+08:00

yours sincerely

2004-11-17T01:20:00.000+08:00

Dearest Contractor Uncles,

Yes, I paint murals. No, it's not as easy/lucrative as you think. And why will my future boyfriend/husband be a lucky man? Men like pretty, fair, elegant and gentle girls. I'm a ladder/scaffolding climbing girl who's sunburnt and sweaty all day long. He might as well fall in love with you. Because I'm just like you.

Yours sincerely,
The Girl Who Paints Murals

i wonder how, i wonder why

2004-11-01T21:32:00.000+08:00

I wonder when the last time was.
When the skies were still green and the seas were lilac.
I must be dreaming so I'd better go sleep.
Still gotta conquer that wooden monster tomorrow.

SHR MA?!!

2004-08-28T00:21:00.001+08:00

Why do most of the china chinese, the chinese nationals shout? Be it a conversation over the phone, with a friend, with many friends, with friends next to them, with friends opposite them, with friends a block away, the decibel level remains consistent. It doesn't help that most of their voices are pretty high-pitchedsqueaky.

China must be bustling!!

note: I am not biased against the Chinese Nationals. Really. Please don't hate me. They play really good pingpong.

buttermilk and sleeping pills

2004-08-24T05:00:00.000+08:00

It has been some time since I last wrote a decent entry in this thing. Life has been a total fuck. Of course it is. Nothing going well at all. Not even a private screening "only for VIPs" salvaged the run-down days. The animation was a distasteful B-grade buttermilk plus ubersour pineapple with grounded sleeping-pills sprinkled onto it. It makes you cringe and sleepy all at the same time. One more cause for distress? Check. I feel old, lifeless, cheap, used and what I really wanna be now is this rich-ass, powerful manipulative bitch who is a slave to an eminent wage...

Someone asked me if I missed my friends back from school, notably my JC. Though I gave a non-hesitant yes, I'm guilty of admitting that that's the furthest I can go. Miss them, that's all. Make an effort to call them and update myself on their recent endeavors? I don't think so. It's un-me to do that, and I've been wondering why for the longest time ever. It's not like I'm too successful and rich to be bothered. It's not like I'm too poor and destitute to look right into their eyes(though poor and destitute is befitting of my present state). I'm not even that shy yet. So I'm just boring and lazy and these two attributes clearly dissuade the thought of looking up old friends. It's crap I know. I'm crap. In truth, there is 1 person I genuinely miss. This one person had been a swell buddy when we were young and were privileged to cram tormenting exams and agonising puberty into our lives all at one go. This person gave me the insight of the other world while he tapped into the resources of mine. We would stand up for each other whenever mean sneering remarks were heard about the other(in retrospect, we must have been quite the trashy somebodies to beget such hostility!!). Everything is too late now. There is no salve for this old wound.

I have been contemplating a list of People I Know/Knew, and it'll be separated into a few categories.
1. Family
2. Relatives
3. Loves (Incl. current squeeze)
4. Friends
5. Classmates
6. Schoolmates
7. Accquaintances
8. Miscellaneous
9. Hates

Don't ask me why I want this list. I have absolutely no friggin idea.

And I realised over these past few months that I share the same mobile number with Jeffrey.

supa!

2004-08-19T02:31:00.000+08:00

Maa supaboy!

byebye

2004-08-18T03:49:00.000+08:00

It feels like my daughter is going overseas for her studies.
And she might not come home.