macham mafia

We moved around in packs. Black Mercedes Benz with tinted windows. We look rightly out of place. We never smile.

Minus the drinking, and I would have liked it very much.

I also realised how much I missed/was reliant on the iPhone. Will try not to lose it again.

Love, from my iPhone.

Such wisdom. Love, Boost.

Ooh, hello

(testing an app, also too free)

Yesterday on the mrt I stood next to a pwc intern talking to a kw intern. They were greenhorny. How different their conversations were (as opposed to those between Adibah and myself "Eh my boss was nice to me today" "I'm still in office!!" "jurong sucks"). Chey, interns. Squash you with a photocopying machine lah.

what, 2011 already?

as with all year-ends and year-starts, there was a quiet reflection of the year and life thus far, and what should and can be done for the year ahead. This year there was no rush to finish unfinished business; neither were there ambitious thoughts for the new year ahead. There are, however, many thoughts and ideas and feelings, and it was good that I had the time to think them through. But the luxury of time will run out when I start work next week, and then the thoughts and ideas and feelings will have to take a timeout.

how fast time flies!

if it makes you happy, it cant be that bad

goodbye world,
(helloooo paradise).

hello, hi

I used to be afraid of not being able to remember what my life was; the events that happened; all the little details that made everything special/different/horriblywrong/wonderful, and I'm pretty sure my brain has been shrinking (or succumbing to the evil that is Age/wrinkles) because I find myself not remembering things when people ask me questions like 'so what is the most evil thing you've done' or 'what is the saddest thing to have happened to you'. My life has been in placebo so much that I have forgotten these events (mostly unpleasant) that made me, into the person that I am, and I am finding that I am taking longer to recall the events, but I do, and I remember acutely the emotions then, and my thoughts at that time.

So I'm good. For now, no need for a diary, not yet at least. But may blogger live forever, so I can remember what I was thinking, what I felt, and how I felt at this very moment.

:)

Off we go!

xoxo,
Sent from my iPhone

and away we go

THELONGWEEKENDISHERE:)

so I woke up too late to go buy any snacks/mags/cupnoodles (we are, afterall, poor working girls) and im just in time for eug's dad to come pick me up. I did go get macs breakfast though. Its still on my table, hm dont really feel like macs these days.

I realised I didnt have enough money for the trip, and so I started looking into my ang baos. I found a stack (I think, from last year) and began opening them (still unopened!). My mum has this quirk where she thinks if you keep the ones from the current year it'd bring you good luck, so I try not to touch the angbaos from this year. (they're in ringgit anyway). Well so I opened one angbao after another and they were all dark red notes, and then I saw two blue notes.

Then I realised that angbao was probably from my grandmother, and well how different things are just about a year ago. I'm not particularly sad, because I think it brought us closer together. Now my uncle tries to replicate her cooking, and its rather heartwarming (and quite delicious) if you knew how alpha he actually can be.

I'm keeping that angbao a little longer for keepsake. But I really do need the money so, thank you Grandma!

hello, back!

havent been online much at home, and Ive obviously lost interest in touching anything remotely resembling a screen when I'm at home. It's dinner, and then the bed.

So I thought I'd try to make an effort to keep this up, after hearing Liyann say 'I've always pictured you doing something more creative', I realised I havent been thinking very much. I mean, other than that brief discussion with Eugenia over whether Murakami killed the male character in Sputnik Sweetheart, I really havent been engaged in anything remotely intellectually stimulating recently. All I have been thinking about are weekends, weekends, and weekends. and an occasional KFC. I mean, I dont even have any desire to go shopping??

I would talk about the epiphany I had in the office yesterday, after my long meeting and after the rowdy office boys left the meeting room, but its nothing more than just, that, myopic view and abstract concepts becoming a bigger picture. Although, the corporate culture (and the people, oh the people) still baffles me. Am still waiting for that epiphany to dawn on me.

fyi this shall be my last post on work and i hereby ban myself from speaking about the O (for office) word.

Meantime- LONGWEEKEND!

quarterly review

it has been about three months since i started work. the cold feet from the 'ohnoidbedoingthisfortherestofmylife' started in week two when i saw an old man with a whole head of silver hair shuffling along to the mrt crowd, trying to get on the escalator. i got over that, and then my life's been, well, still manageable so far. ive always been a very practical person, but lately ive been finding that hard to keep at. its strange how work is making me feel that work is just work (and nothing more, i must keep that in mind), and how my matteroffact attitude will probably kill my soul even before i strangle others (imaginary, of course) at work. so i breathe, and i take a little break to make tea. i listen to my ipod and i play Ruby Blue so i can dance around in my little head.

the little bits of joy i get from work are from listening to other people talk about themselves and their work. im glad for my china trip cos i get to meet people outside the office, and of course drink eat and get massaged;) talking to people helps me get a perspective i cant get from working in my little room. so im glad for that.

see if i think differently three months down the road;)

before we turn to stone

sometimes I'm really in awe of the way this universe works. Just when I needed to talk to someone, my best friend from halfway across the world could do with a talk as well. And so a few lines over gchat actually made my previous weeks of heavy heartness (all those frustrations!) seem light, lighter, and the part where I was caught grinning like an idiot and texting into my phone when my boss came into my room just made it funnier.

and so I say, nothing in this world is that bad. lets give this another try;)

what, its 2010 already!

So my cat says its january already, but my brain doesnt seem to agree. (that is the closest id ever get to having a cat, btw.) and just as I was just getting used to having my Sister around the house, she leaves for South Africa for a month. Family time is so hard to come by:(

I'm not quite sure what to expect for 2010, so I'm just going to go with an open mind. It is, afterall, the start of the rest of my life. (cue: Only Yesterday from Studio Ghibli). And because I believe in things like fateful coincidence (I had watched all but two of the Studio Ghibli vcd set and I picked that to watch on New Year's Eve) I shall remember dearly the little girl from the film. Oh, and to have an open heart too.

Happy new year everyone :)

do-mee-no

Everytime we had to marcato the Cantate I felt like I was going to say a very bad word.

People have been asking me what Im busy with, and I feel almost ashamed to say that im bumming around, and have been for the past month. Im not so sure what im busy with, but Amore definitely tops the list for the highest activity recorded in a week. my bed comes a close second.

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And today I think I spotted a real life Carey Mulligan; a Lynn Barber; a Jenny Miller. Maybe a little unfair to put the label on her, but its one of those movies where the idea of it gets stuck in your head and you keep wondering if you'd ever do a 'Jenny', or as Bing puts it, 'Youth's folly'. I did want it to work out for jenny, I did want him to be her ticket out of her seemingly boring and stifled life. She just seemed to be much more than what she was getting, but alas, if its based on real life can it still be cliche?
(if you havent, do go catch 'An Education')

Or as Lenka sings it (yes Im still sore about Budak Pantai) "live like you're dying, and never stop trying. its all up to you, use whats been given to you"

in the wee small hours of the morning

i woke up today, and the air was cold. there was a nice cool breeze blowing through my living room. the sun looked strong, and i made iced milo for breakfast. all morning i felt a sense of nostalgia- as if it was the december holidays and my mum was going to bring me to some cool place today, probably tangs to see the christmas decorations or the science centre.

i let that feeling of nostalgia linger on for a little longer, before it disappears and i have to start my revision for the day.

bert and ernie

during my euphoria at showing everybody my disney crocs i tried to tell janice about the wonders of seasame street (and the lack thereof - they arent showing on okto anymore!!), and then i tried to sing her this song but she wouldnt stop staring at me (those cursed big eyes) and she made me feel funny so i stopped short of finishing the song.



besides now that theres a new baby in the family im quite excited to play aunty;)

i succumbed to crocs.

so the metro sale did me in. but i had finally succumbed to The Crocs, previously known as ThoseAwfullyLargeAndUglyPlasticSandalsThatEveryoneHas. i still remember when Quan Yifeng first wore it on TV and i couldnt believe that Mediacorp actually let her. needless to say i never understood my sister's fascination with them either. she must have, like, five pairs.
But hey, at least this one is mickey, and because its a kids version (Size 3, one size smaller than the biggest kids size!), the shoe doesnt have a big head. i wore it to breakfast this morning and i must say i was rather pleased with it. like a big kid who just bought a new thing! mickey mouse!

Long Live Disney.

lets take a better look, beyond our story book

yesterday my mum dragged me to go watch 'City of Life and Death', the film on the Nanjing Massacre. i tried to pull her to 'Julie and Julia'; i didnt want to watch something so depressing on a sunday morning. but as always, my mum's puppy eyes won.

i loved history back in TKGS because we got to study world wars and ive always thought them fascinating. not the torture techniques, i understand they're, in a way, inevitable and part of the war; but the whole idea of wars. invading a country and taking it by force, and claiming it as yours from then on.
but since 'The Pianist' ive kinda stopped watching war movies. i cant remember a war movie ive watched after that; been putting off 'Schindler's List' for the longest time now. it was as if 'The Pianist' has satisfied my then seeming insatiable appetite for war stories. that plus me imagining Japanese pulling off my fingernails.

The Nanjing Massacre was a horrifying account as far as the Chinese were concerned. Perhaps much so for the Japanese; i wondered if their conscience pricked at them when they raped those women and mass murdered those chinese soldiers. just a tinge?

halfway through the movie i wished for the movie to end. i kept wishing that it would end in the next frame, that Chuan Lu would decide that it was enough.

when the movie ended no one left the theatre for a long time. then they started showing the names of the characters, with their life years. it was then everyone realised that the characters in the show were real people, not simply the imagination of the playwright based on research. these were the stories of real people.
but what was comforting was that one little boy, who cheated death twice, survived to tell the tale.

"Death is easier than life." said the japanese soldier.

flashdance..what a feeling

today marks the end of my no-scratches-or-nearaccidents streak. i lightly bumped (lightly) a lorry in its rear, and some of its silver paint came off on my spoiler thing. the lorry uncle was nice enough to say 'my lorry nevermind its your car thats got abit' and i was only too anxious to say its alright.

and today janice and i detoured to jurong before finding the pie exit to get home. from clementi campus. thats how eros and anastacia do it baby!

i love jimny;) (and so does my dad)

"even if it means id have to face the queen"

winning tickets to Zee Avi must be the best thing that has happened to me since a long time, and i was absolutely thrilled to hear her sing, and as usual, they all sound better live than their cds. she kept making us do sing-alongs, something i must say singaopreans are rather good at. sadly i only know the lyrics to kantoi, ha.
somehow i didnt have to queue with other minions on the long queue and was ushered onto the VIP queue. ive never felt more privileged to be in the same queue (and ahead! cos i was first:D) with those socialites.

i have to say, she does have the cutest little brother.

im definitely going to frequent timbre more;) shirlyn and the unexpected is up on my to-do lists!

a beautiful mess

(it was on my itunes shuffle)

The Night of the Rebellion, we girls met at Royals Cafe and pondered (among many other things like if singapore is a one party state or one party dominant state) upon a perplexing question: we are all so hot and desirable(statement), so why is it that no guys are chasing us/chased us(question)?

we carefully reviewed each of the boys from our class and affirmed that none of them made any moves; gave flowers; or tiffany necklaces (hee).

That we put forth to our Aunt Agony hailed from Figaro Gardens. and to each of us he gave his insights (so matter of fact but i guess that helps) and told us how to remedy our, shall i say, uniqueness.
the hot babe: you look too high class (eug: huh what kind!)
yours truly: you look too dao
the cool one: you dont hang out enough with malays! (but surely under the block counts..)
the one perfectly happy the way she is: you.. just dont care right?

and why should we?

and i shall stop here in short of lapsing into what adibah calls my self proclaimed prophecy.
in short, boys are stupid, throw rocks at them. in long, i am working towards a bachelorette pad.