Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Symphony 92.4fm

It's like the most boring radio station ever, but I'm in a very relaxed mood so today is relax-radio-station day.

Updates: Work's good, organisation, eh, not so good.

But I'm still keeping it up. Bah.

Should I, or should I not go for yoga classes? Or piano classes first? Or ballroom dancing classes first? Saxophone classes? Guitar, even. Then again, I feel like going for an artistic photoshoot before my looks and figure (what figure?) goes.

I know I'm already busy like mad, but ... I want to be... busier. The abyss inside of me has been somewhat filled, but as with any hole you dig, it can never be fully filled back.

Let's see what happens when I squeeze in more dirt.
This Is Too Sweet For Words




Have you sprinkled your moose today?

Monday, July 28, 2008

Better Still, or Better Yet?


This is for you Jee.

http://www.englishforums.com/English/BetterStillBetterYet/dvppp/post.htm

"... "Better still" and "Better yet" are both used idiomatically to mean "Even better than what was just discussed." There will be a lot of chocolate at my birthday party, and better yet, a sundae bar." - Grammer Geek

Yes! I win (yet) again. Wheeeeeee~ You don't always win. Bleah.

This is just in case you didn't catch my MSN message proclaiming that I WIN.
Somebody Please Get Me This!


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Please please pretty pretty please? I'll be your best friend forever, I promise!

Isn't he the sexiest thing alive? No wait, technically, he's not alive. And technically, he's only sexy when he wasn't so fat. So if you do get Elvis posters for me, make sure they're not the before-he-died fat ones.

I'm gonna plaster his face all over the kitchen when I get my own house in future. Set him in wallpaper with a 1970's streets at night background, red booth seats and black marble counter-tops. There'll be 6R photos of his (slim) face in black photo frames hanging along the walls and spotlights trained on the one life-sized Elvis cast in wallpaper.

Elvis in 1970's rock for my kitchen, and Audrey Hepburn in 1950's sophistication for my living room. Wheeeee~!

Friday, July 25, 2008

The Absolute Worst Feeling Ever


Have you ever felt the absolute worst feeling ever?

If you can only pick one example, which would you pick?

I'll give you 5 minutes to think.


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Got it?

What did you think about? Share with me. I'd like to know.

For me, the absolute worst feeling ever is when I get a fresh new ice-cream cone, and after one or two licks, the ice-cream topples off the cone and falls in an excruciatingly slow fashion to the ground, and I am left with an empty cone with droplets of melted ice-cream still in my hand.

You're excited about the chocolate/vanilla/peppermint/strawberry ice-cream, and how it's going to feel when you slide your tongue up its side, and how it's going to feel inside your tummy-ummy-ummy. And after the first few licks, when it didn't even make a difference inside your tummy, the damn thing topples off.

And while the falling ice-cream is still in mid-air, there's just too many mixed feelings to deal with. You know you have the ability to catch it in mid-air like a tennis ball, and yet you know it is not a tennis ball, and if you catch it with your hand it's won't do you any good either because you can't eat it anymore. And yet watching it fall to the ground is such a waste...

Then there is absolutely no point in eating the empty biscuit cone (although I know some of you enjoy the biscuit) without having the ice-cream to eat it with.

You know you can always buy a new one, but one is already wasted, so the feeling of eating it won't be as shiok as having the original one. So you give up on the idea of buying a new one and think about the melted one on the floor for the rest of the day.

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That, is my absolute worst feeling ever.
Smells


As the breeze wafts past, pausing only to tease my face, I could smell him.

I don't know who, but it seemed incredibly familiar, it seemed like home. I turned and searched for the source.

Some old Japanese dude. Bah.

C.K Crave. Hugo Boss. Aigner, even.

This smell meant fun. This guy with this smell told jokes to make me laugh, or even played childishly with me.

This smell meant business, but with a tinge of cheeky, because that guy with that smell wore wacky-tacky ties to work on Mondays.

Hugo Boss meant a dark, mysterious aura mixed with Hokkein songs in an empty restaurant filled with colours wafting around us. Hugo Boss also meant pretty much 70% of the male population in SG.

It's annoying when people buy the most popular perfumes/colognes because suddenly you feel them everywhere (because that smell is everywhere).

So people, please buy the smaller and not-so-popular brands if you have to use them. It's easier to identify and to remember.

Now if I can only remember who it is....
My Little Girl

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If they could see
Just what I see
When you're snuggling close to me
In bed and under the covers

They'd love you just as I do
If not so much more

Cos' you're my baby
And I love you so much
I love you so much
My baby Tracy


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My pretty little girl.

Don't ever leave mummy, k?

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Random


I haven't shown you my office now, have I?

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That's my seat, and my cuddly lamb cushion which keeps me warm. I got a window seat at last~!Window seats come in handy when you have an incredible headache or are stressed out.

This is my boss, looking blur after I told him not to give a face when I first took his picture.

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Riders, does he look familiar to you?

And this is what happens when there are only two people in an office and both are smokers.

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And here's my partner for the NAEF2008

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Jean's shy, lah.

Apparently we're colleagues in Genesis yadda yadda yadda company, he's the Director of something-something and I'm the Chief something Officer of something-something. That's all I'm allowed to say.

Let me see, what other totally random picture do I have lying in my picture folder?
Two Precious Gems Part 2


... Continued from Part 1.

Went to visit the little sweeties on Sunday.

Baby Zayden "eating the drumstick"



Baby Chloe hates the camera (or was it me?)



And here's the picture overload:

Baby Chloe

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Baby's cheeks touching her chest

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Baby punches the camera cuz she doesn't like the annoying auntie

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Baby Zayden

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I love his smug sense of self satisfaction and how he loves the camera

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Baby and his grandmama

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Aren't they precious? I printed out 4 of their photos and stuck them on my office table. Now everyone thinks I'm married with twins.

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And that's perfectly fine with me. Haha.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Please Call This Number


And blast the fish paste out of this guy.

He sent me an SMS at midnight yesterday. Here's what the conversation (if you can call it that) looks like:

+65 82818315

"Can meet"

Being the ultra-nice me, I gave him the benefit of the doubt because it might be any of my friends who likes to change their mobile number without informing *ahem*Frankie*ahem*Eric*ahem*

"Who is this?"

"Yaowei"

Sounds familiar, and just to make sure, I replied.

""I don't know who you are"

"Then can meet anot"

How incredibly rude!

Since he likes meeting up so much, please pass this number to all insurance agents, MLM marketeers, credit card telemarketeers, churchies-who-wants-to-"save souls", or any other annoyances you can think of.

And to the person who passed my number along, if I know who you are, I will smash your phone upon sight, understand?

I have strict rules about phone calls and sms-es, and revealing of phone numbers is right up there on the number 1 spot. Do NOT under any circumstances reveal my phone number to anyone else without explicit permission directly from me, or this will happen to you.

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Kapeesh?
T.N


When did you stop being my friend and started treating me like pestilence?

You're arrogant. You've never really changed but you're different. I know there never will be a need for you to come to me if you need help, but just for the record - I won't be there anymore.

Enjoy your new life.

Friday, July 18, 2008

I Am Karaoke Queen


I can hit the high notes. Can you?

Deftones - Knife Party


For those in the know, this is the one. For those not in the know, this is probably the only song in existance that gets me so high I nearly come in my pants just by listening to this, most of the time.

This is obviously an anyhow-mixed video, because their actual MTV is way to offensive (not to mention disturbing) to post here.

So turn up your volume (and I do mean way up. Maximum will do just fine), click play, lie back and close your eyes. See the ups and downs in colours and images. Feel the music ripple across your body.

Let the colours of the electrics waft into your head and linger like an aroma. Let the screams engulf you. Feel your entire being relax and drift into the sounds.

I hope the lyrics help, too.


Thursday, July 17, 2008

Thinking About It


... Are you really ready for that kind of commitment?


... Am I?
I Found These Online


... and absolutely had to post these. They're funny!

Whoever is the owner of these pictures please own up so I can credit you.

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And my personal favourite:

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The Lovely World Of SL


Second-Life, or SL, is a virtual world I joined recently.

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My boobs are sticking way out

It is a very wholesome place with healthy-minded people who are nice and lovely to each other.

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Locking Jerry Yatsenko in a box and bombing it when he was away

You get the occasional love-love couples,

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cookie loves jee

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cookie loves jee a LOT

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WTF is wolfy doing

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jee dies of embarassment

and wholesome birthday parties with cakes and all, with many friends attending.

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/pyu-ing on the great big pile o' shit on Randal's birthday

The great thing about SL is you can dress up any way you want, and do really wholesome and PG stuff like below.

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Miki changing halfway

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Jazzyme got spliced by Junz

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Glantor's anaconda

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Jerry being Jerry, and Jazzy carrying a cookie plush while cookie did the same to Joanne

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Jerry being disturbed by wolfy when he went afk

And one of my favourite artistic pictures,

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