Tuesday, February 16, 2010
"now what" and "what now" are actually very different!
on another note, check out knighttcat's post
it's all the about the latest colours...
on another note, check out knighttcat's post
it's all the about the latest colours...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
how much time do u think u have for urself?
the calculation:
one day = 24 hours
one meal = 1 hour
three meals = 3 hours
one-way to work = 1 hour
two-ways to/from work = 2 hours
regular work hours = 9 hours
regular OT hours = 2 hours
total work hours = 11 hours
you should sleep = 8 hours
what you're left with = 24 - 3 - 2 - 11 - 8 = ???
one day = 24 hours
one meal = 1 hour
three meals = 3 hours
one-way to work = 1 hour
two-ways to/from work = 2 hours
regular work hours = 9 hours
regular OT hours = 2 hours
total work hours = 11 hours
you should sleep = 8 hours
what you're left with = 24 - 3 - 2 - 11 - 8 = ???
Friday, January 01, 2010
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
It wasn't love at first sight.
When I first saw you, I never thought you could make my heart go faster. It has been a long time since I last felt this way.
Grudgingly, I decided to give you a try because I was bored and wanted something different.
The first time we got together, I thought it was just a fleeting liking, a touch, a caress, no more. I didn't know what made me do it but I felt maybe I should give you a chance. Who knows, we may really be meant for each other.
As we told ginger steps together, I fell more and more for you. I could not help it. Being with you was like floating on a cloud. You made me stand tall and I felt proud to have you with me.
My heart began to beat faster and my lungs could not seemed to get enough air. It was then when I began to think that we could really work.
Alas! You were not what I was used to. You needed me to invest more in you than what I was used to. We soon parted ways.
I could not stop thinking of you. My heart was still racing, my mind running wild with the things I will give up just to have you. I made my choice.
And we are together now.
My new 5 inch heels. Yes. FIVE! F.I.V.E!
When I first saw you, I never thought you could make my heart go faster. It has been a long time since I last felt this way.
Grudgingly, I decided to give you a try because I was bored and wanted something different.
The first time we got together, I thought it was just a fleeting liking, a touch, a caress, no more. I didn't know what made me do it but I felt maybe I should give you a chance. Who knows, we may really be meant for each other.
As we told ginger steps together, I fell more and more for you. I could not help it. Being with you was like floating on a cloud. You made me stand tall and I felt proud to have you with me.
My heart began to beat faster and my lungs could not seemed to get enough air. It was then when I began to think that we could really work.
Alas! You were not what I was used to. You needed me to invest more in you than what I was used to. We soon parted ways.
I could not stop thinking of you. My heart was still racing, my mind running wild with the things I will give up just to have you. I made my choice.
And we are together now.
My new 5 inch heels. Yes. FIVE! F.I.V.E!
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
his pain
it started with a backache.
he thought yoga would help. so he asked his friends for some moves that he could do. it didn't help.
he was overseas. he went to the doctor when the pain got too bad. i msn him because his status was about losing 7kg in a week. he told me the doctor made a hole in him to drain out the pus and it was 'very very very' painful. medication didn't help. it was supposed to be appendicitis. i asked him why he didn't come back to singapore since it was so bad. he said he couldnt travel then. we were still thankful that insurance covered the bills.
but it didn't cover his life. he passed away yesterday. doctors had misdiagnosed. in the one month that he was asked to wait for his surgery, the cancer might have raged on. it was colon cancer. and stage 2.
they told me all the treatments were too late. we were supposed to have gathering when u came back.
goodbye my friend. i hope there's no more pain now.
please take care of your health. pain is the sign that something is wrong.
he thought yoga would help. so he asked his friends for some moves that he could do. it didn't help.
he was overseas. he went to the doctor when the pain got too bad. i msn him because his status was about losing 7kg in a week. he told me the doctor made a hole in him to drain out the pus and it was 'very very very' painful. medication didn't help. it was supposed to be appendicitis. i asked him why he didn't come back to singapore since it was so bad. he said he couldnt travel then. we were still thankful that insurance covered the bills.
but it didn't cover his life. he passed away yesterday. doctors had misdiagnosed. in the one month that he was asked to wait for his surgery, the cancer might have raged on. it was colon cancer. and stage 2.
they told me all the treatments were too late. we were supposed to have gathering when u came back.
goodbye my friend. i hope there's no more pain now.
please take care of your health. pain is the sign that something is wrong.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
blah blah blah
it's been so long! i've changed job, went to perth (and back) and going to hong kong soon..
ahhh.. time flies... do u know in another 3 months, another year would have passed? zzz
ah well.. that's all for my 'im still alive' post :)
ahhh.. time flies... do u know in another 3 months, another year would have passed? zzz
ah well.. that's all for my 'im still alive' post :)
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Birthday 2009
Oh man! Older by another year. I think there is a formula in this universe:
Excitement at planning for birthday celebration(s) is inversely proportional to age to be celebrated
The "more matured" I get, the less I feel like celebrating. Be happy about the wrinkles on my face or the sagginess of my cheeks? Bah!
But a birthday is a good reason to receive gifts and get together with friends! Let me get the "thank yous" out first:
It is not everyday I get sms from people all over the world. :) Thanks for the thought.
He also made the effort to plan a trip. Although it didn't materialise in the end, we still spent a great night here:
And had dinner at Fish & Co, which, by the way, still serves the best grilled calamari I've ever had:
"Deliciousness of calamari is directly proportional to width of smile"
Not to mentioned my friends who had to plan my birthday dinner to suit my on-off-on-maybe-on-off-on sorta birthday "trip":
The girls from waaaaaaaayyyyy back! The guys were too shy? :)
"Can you tell I'm happy?"
Really happy! Yes, I'm 22 by the way. ;)
Girls at the office also planned a 'surprise' for me. Come on, I'm the Queen of Surprises! Who can top me! :) I was in the toilet when they came back, carrying the cake. They sent Celine to stall me but alas! She wasdisgusted distracted by the "fragrant" toilet that she hurried me back, only to find Lyndy squatting at the table, lighting the candle. Lol... But A+ for the effort!
Best of all! My friends gave me the gift of happiness, health, and beauty! I'm over the moon with all the well-wishes and the effort in planning the "trip", the dinner, and the "surprise". I'm going to be healthy because I'll be getting the cervical cancer vaccine and contact lenses using the ang bao money. Now, how many people on earth can claim they gave their friends "happiness, health, and beauty" as presents?
Ps: One more celebration coming up! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Excitement at planning for birthday celebration(s) is inversely proportional to age to be celebrated
The "more matured" I get, the less I feel like celebrating. Be happy about the wrinkles on my face or the sagginess of my cheeks? Bah!
But a birthday is a good reason to receive gifts and get together with friends! Let me get the "thank yous" out first:
Thank you for your well wishes and presents, SBZ, JT, SJ, PY, Debbie, Wailing, Andre, Helen, Mary, Colleen, Eunice, Lyndy, Colin, Magdeline, Lidan, Terence, Beishan, Huimin, Lika, Ivan, Celine, Serene, Liping, Meixin, Joanne, James, Raymond, Hoilan, Dean, Gerald, Meiru, Nhu, Tji Hun, and Edgar! Of course, my family as well! :)
It is not everyday I get sms from people all over the world. :) Thanks for the thought.
He also made the effort to plan a trip. Although it didn't materialise in the end, we still spent a great night here:
And had dinner at Fish & Co, which, by the way, still serves the best grilled calamari I've ever had:
"Deliciousness of calamari is directly proportional to width of smile"
Not to mentioned my friends who had to plan my birthday dinner to suit my on-off-on-maybe-on-off-on sorta birthday "trip":
The girls from waaaaaaaayyyyy back! The guys were too shy? :)
"Can you tell I'm happy?"
Really happy! Yes, I'm 22 by the way. ;)
Girls at the office also planned a 'surprise' for me. Come on, I'm the Queen of Surprises! Who can top me! :) I was in the toilet when they came back, carrying the cake. They sent Celine to stall me but alas! She was
Best of all! My friends gave me the gift of happiness, health, and beauty! I'm over the moon with all the well-wishes and the effort in planning the "trip", the dinner, and the "surprise". I'm going to be healthy because I'll be getting the cervical cancer vaccine and contact lenses using the ang bao money. Now, how many people on earth can claim they gave their friends "happiness, health, and beauty" as presents?
Ps: One more celebration coming up! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Songs that mean something
I've been listening to Launchcast Radio by Yahoo at work recently. I introduced it to my boss, who loves to blast his favourite 80s rock bands.
Now, I am listening to the 1990s pop station. For the uninitiated, this radio station allows you to play songs by decades so you can be an old woman and go back to the good old days when the songs were hits, not classics. I asked boss what he felt when he listened to the songs.
"Do you feel sad because the time has passed? Or do you feel happy because it brings back memories? Or is it bittersweet because it is a bit of both?"
"I feel steam lor!"
That was his reply to me. By that, I assume it means that he really enjoys the songs and the memories they evoke. When I listen to the 90s channel, I don't know if there is a word to describe what I felt. Let me attempt to illustrate what I mean.
I know the song by listening to its opening.
I know the lyrics without consciously remembering them.
I know when the singer is going to 'style' their voices to give the song something special.
I know the 'hoooooo's, 'haaaaaaaa's, 'laaaaaaaaaa's and 'mmmmmmmm's.
I know when to breathe in the songs.
I know because I grew up with them.
If you ask me what I feel for songs I have heard the past 5 years, I will say 'nothing'. Is it because they are not old enough? Or perhaps they do not mean much to me? I am not sure why but it seems that every song I hear on the channel can be related to a particular incident.
En Vogue - Don't Let Go
The first time I heard this, I was playing uncle's CD at grandma's. It quickly (temporarily) took over "Free Your Mind" as my favourite En Vogue song.
Jewel - You Were Meant for Me
I didn't like this song the first time I heard it. Too 'raw', too many twists and turns to her voice. I started appreciating this when he told me he liked it. Or maybe I started appreciating it because I was slowly realising what she was singing about. For the first time.
Savage Garden - Truly, Deeply, Madly
Ah! The days where guys would ask girls out to the skating rink and hold their gloved hands under the pretense of teaching them how to skate when they were wobbling around. The jukebox loved this song; or rather, we always dedicated this song with our $1 coin. The guys would move in for the kill. After the song ended, we headed for the small kiosk for our instant noodles with an egg cracked in. $2 frikking bucks!
Of course, there are many more songs, with many more memories. I will continue basking in the nostalgia. :)
Now, I am listening to the 1990s pop station. For the uninitiated, this radio station allows you to play songs by decades so you can be an old woman and go back to the good old days when the songs were hits, not classics. I asked boss what he felt when he listened to the songs.
"Do you feel sad because the time has passed? Or do you feel happy because it brings back memories? Or is it bittersweet because it is a bit of both?"
"I feel steam lor!"
That was his reply to me. By that, I assume it means that he really enjoys the songs and the memories they evoke. When I listen to the 90s channel, I don't know if there is a word to describe what I felt. Let me attempt to illustrate what I mean.
I know the song by listening to its opening.
I know the lyrics without consciously remembering them.
I know when the singer is going to 'style' their voices to give the song something special.
I know the 'hoooooo's, 'haaaaaaaa's, 'laaaaaaaaaa's and 'mmmmmmmm's.
I know when to breathe in the songs.
I know because I grew up with them.
If you ask me what I feel for songs I have heard the past 5 years, I will say 'nothing'. Is it because they are not old enough? Or perhaps they do not mean much to me? I am not sure why but it seems that every song I hear on the channel can be related to a particular incident.
En Vogue - Don't Let Go
The first time I heard this, I was playing uncle's CD at grandma's. It quickly (temporarily) took over "Free Your Mind" as my favourite En Vogue song.
Jewel - You Were Meant for Me
I didn't like this song the first time I heard it. Too 'raw', too many twists and turns to her voice. I started appreciating this when he told me he liked it. Or maybe I started appreciating it because I was slowly realising what she was singing about. For the first time.
Savage Garden - Truly, Deeply, Madly
Ah! The days where guys would ask girls out to the skating rink and hold their gloved hands under the pretense of teaching them how to skate when they were wobbling around. The jukebox loved this song; or rather, we always dedicated this song with our $1 coin. The guys would move in for the kill. After the song ended, we headed for the small kiosk for our instant noodles with an egg cracked in. $2 frikking bucks!
Of course, there are many more songs, with many more memories. I will continue basking in the nostalgia. :)
Friday, April 24, 2009
Ramblings after a long day's work
I'm scared. I think I'm getting to the stage where I have to wear something new each time I go out. That's not healthy. My wardrobe is filled with things I have only worn once and I think it's hanging on by a single screw on the hinge.
***
I got home from work at 10.30pm. That's not life. Think about it. You wake up in the morning, spend 30 minutes getting reading for work. The trip to office takes 1 hour. You settle down and work for the next 3 hours. You head for lunch that has to be completed within the hour. You come back to office and work at least for the next 5 hours. You take 1 hour to travel back home. You shower in 30 minutes and have your dinner with another 30. That's 12 hours and 30 minutes. If you want to have your 8 hour beauty sleep, you're only left with 3 hours and 30 minutes of free time. No wonder you compromise on your sleep. What a life.
***
As it was late and I wanted to be home asap, I took a cab. Cabbie started telling me about his life. I listened with semi-interest. Then he spoke about his kids and divorced wife. I wasn't that interested but okaaaay. He went on to elaborate the kind of woman he wants in his life now. "Tall like you, your kind of look..." Wait a minute! Was that a proposition I'm hearing? Ermm... You're 52?!?! Like my dad's era? You know what he ended the conversation with?
"我很会玩老婆的。" (I know how to play my wife very well.)
***
I got home from work at 10.30pm. That's not life. Think about it. You wake up in the morning, spend 30 minutes getting reading for work. The trip to office takes 1 hour. You settle down and work for the next 3 hours. You head for lunch that has to be completed within the hour. You come back to office and work at least for the next 5 hours. You take 1 hour to travel back home. You shower in 30 minutes and have your dinner with another 30. That's 12 hours and 30 minutes. If you want to have your 8 hour beauty sleep, you're only left with 3 hours and 30 minutes of free time. No wonder you compromise on your sleep. What a life.
***
As it was late and I wanted to be home asap, I took a cab. Cabbie started telling me about his life. I listened with semi-interest. Then he spoke about his kids and divorced wife. I wasn't that interested but okaaaay. He went on to elaborate the kind of woman he wants in his life now. "Tall like you, your kind of look..." Wait a minute! Was that a proposition I'm hearing? Ermm... You're 52?!?! Like my dad's era? You know what he ended the conversation with?
"我很会玩老婆的。" (I know how to play my wife very well.)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Juices
Whenever I drink juices, I feel healthy. I head for the loo within 30 minutes of downing the concoction.
I didn't know there are skills required to operate a juice extractor! You know the thing you use to push the fruit down to the blades? Apparently, after you throw the piece of fruit towards its inevitable doom, you have to ram that thing straight in without a moment's hesitation. After ramming the thing in, you have to moderate your speed so that you get your maximum juice from the fruit.
Ok, my description sounds weird.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Digging
Fashion Toast - Girl who will be inspiring for those teens at Far East
Karla's Closet - Girl who's into studs and oversized jackets
Styleclicker - We all want to know where she got that
Karla's Closet - Girl who's into studs and oversized jackets
Styleclicker - We all want to know where she got that
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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