All smiles

Taken at Marina Bay Sands Resort

prayforjapan

There I was, sitting at my desk, trying to finish up drafting/never-endingchecking/pondering on my circular (ha, mine) when I heard news of a second earthquake, and felt incredibly sad for the people in Japan.

If you only live once, are you to live your life more or less responsibly? Because if you try to live life to the fullest (and therefore less cautiously) then it means things don't matter so much (because you are being careless), and therein lies the irony of treating life carelessly by living life to its fullest.

I hope we get through this.

On a lighter note, I think I should quit Coke. It's not doing late night wonders for me anymore, and actually makes me feel like puking, blah.

wholesome possum

had a very productive and wholesome weekend (friday night included) and well, i quite like it. i got to live the life of a taitai for a morning, meet all my friends in one day (haha,), play the part of a prudish worried parent, spend all the money in my wallet (true story), and then try to order china apple from an indian dude (which took quite a bit of explaining, to which my lovely friend said 'yeah shes from china, thats why must drink china apple).

thanks friend(s).

grumps

It's been quite terrible recently, and friend's will call me up and ask me out for dinner, and I'd happily oblige even though I have workloads of work. I keep thinking that I need to be less grumpy about work but I'm not exactly sure how.

More snacks in my secret drawer?

"small eyes is actually not ugly lah!" whythankyou.

At least she said my dress was nice.

be be your love

I had a really good day today, plus my weekend was awesome and so I'm feeling terribly loved. I'm glad we went to sandy's house, I can't believe I was playing Battlestar Galactica boardgame with the cast's faces on the player pieces, was strangely quite fun. Hence I was an hour late for dinner. Was kinda wishing for plain old brainless Saboteur, but oh wells. (don't tell Xuhao that I was zoning off while he was explaining). :)

Was a late night today but was kept alive by gossipcalls and sillytalk. Love love my friends.

The King's Speech

#TheKing'sSpeech 'Bovril nourishes you to resist the flu' :)

twit.

I've only just realised that my timestamp for this blog was still on london time.

So dearestadibah signed me up for twitter, and I figured - if I have twitter (and if i do tweet) why stop at just that? so I signed up for posterous as well, but sadly it doesn't seem to autopost if I post from Instagram. Still, the autoposting function is pretty awesome. Plus I quite like the posterous layout.

I have to admit, it is quite awesome that I'm following Oprah on Twitter. Adibah knows me so well ;)

Good morningggg

nomnom

I don't think I've been back for such a long stay, ever. Being back never fails to make me realise that I'm part of a bigger unit, nucleus - family, and that I am not and cannot be on my own.

How silly!

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;)