Friday, September 29, 2006
A belated birthday present
My baby came to my work place to have lunch with me yesterday. We spent 1 hr 5 minutes together and this is the amount of time we have spent together thus far in this week. Short but precious, just like I am to him. Haha.
And he surprised me with this:
A digicam!
Panasonic Lumix FX01
6 Megapixels
2.5 LCD screen
3.6x Optical zoom
Anti-shake
My belated birthday present! It's something I have always wanted ever since my previous cam conked out on me. Thanks dar I love it but unfortunately, I love you more :). It is certain that we will create billions of stand-still memories between us with this gadget.
And he surprised me with this:
A digicam!
Panasonic Lumix FX01
6 Megapixels
2.5 LCD screen
3.6x Optical zoom
Anti-shake
My belated birthday present! It's something I have always wanted ever since my previous cam conked out on me. Thanks dar I love it but unfortunately, I love you more :). It is certain that we will create billions of stand-still memories between us with this gadget.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Before work I dream of shopping. After work I shop.
It's realllllllllllll good to be working in town. Hell yea, cos I get to shop like a mad fuck! =D
I think I've already spent more than $600 on clothes inclusive of working outfits in this month alone.
After knocking off, my size 5 feet will walk themselves to Wisma then to Taka and my size dontknowwhat fingers will pull bills out of my wallet and present them to the cashier. Then my small mouth (small enough la idiot :p) will morph into a real big one as the corners stretch to form a wide arc across my face. Like this: =D
Been shopping after work lately and I'm happy and don't care that I'm almost broke cos I love all my new clothes =D.
And I think I'm the most fickle-minded shithead on earth cos I used to love blue as a child but upon reaching my teenage years I decided that I will hate blue for the rest of my life cos everyone else loved blue then, thus making it the most disgusting colour ever to be introduced into the colour spectrum.
But I love blue now. Ok, only one type of blue. Cobalt blue. And definitely midnight blue. I don't like turqoise. Haising has taught me how to hate that colour well and hard =D.
So having in mind that I love cobalt blue, I went shopping after work today and bought three blue items. Yay!
Ok bye.
I love shopping =D.
I think I've already spent more than $600 on clothes inclusive of working outfits in this month alone.
After knocking off, my size 5 feet will walk themselves to Wisma then to Taka and my size dontknowwhat fingers will pull bills out of my wallet and present them to the cashier. Then my small mouth (small enough la idiot :p) will morph into a real big one as the corners stretch to form a wide arc across my face. Like this: =D
Been shopping after work lately and I'm happy and don't care that I'm almost broke cos I love all my new clothes =D.
And I think I'm the most fickle-minded shithead on earth cos I used to love blue as a child but upon reaching my teenage years I decided that I will hate blue for the rest of my life cos everyone else loved blue then, thus making it the most disgusting colour ever to be introduced into the colour spectrum.
But I love blue now. Ok, only one type of blue. Cobalt blue. And definitely midnight blue. I don't like turqoise. Haising has taught me how to hate that colour well and hard =D.
So having in mind that I love cobalt blue, I went shopping after work today and bought three blue items. Yay!
Ok bye.
I love shopping =D.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Work
Work for me is akin to a picturesque mountain view with all its peaks and troughs.
Up one moment.
Down the next.
It's unpredictable.
So temparamental.
I'm glad to say I have done up one whole thick file of audit working papers and came up with the draft audit report (P/L, BS, Cashflow Statement, Notes to the accounts) mostly by myself and some help from my supervisor.
Initially the BS couldn't balance by 22k. Oh my Lord, that's a lot, given that the client has a profit of only 2k+.
Walau eh. I dunno sit there for how long and stare at the knn fuck screen, look through two whole THICK files filled with invoices, journal vouchers, payment vouchers, CPF and GST statements and dunno what other fuck, paged through the never-ending GL and TB, asking my supervisor this and that.....
AND FINALLY.
TADA.
The BS finally balanced!!
THANK GOD!!
So, I have completed one whole project mostly on my own. And immediately after submitting that, I'm given another project to work on!
I need the energy and the concentration and I really hope things don't screw up anymore.
To keep myself awake at the office today, I popped by Marks and Spencer during lunch break and grabbed a packet of mint butter toffees which I totally love but Rachie hates and I don't know why!
Those are like chicken essence in the form of sweets to keep me awake!!
Sian.
This is me when I'm AWAKE. ALIVE. KICKING. Cos it's Saturday and this day makes a huge lot of difference I swear! When I drift out of sweet slumber, the roses bleed a crimson more scarlet that crimson, the grass glows a green so green it's no longer green, the sun shines so bright the whole earth turns a blinding white.
HAHAHAHA! I'm that happy on Saturdays! No kid.
Mon - Pure Monday blues
Tues - Still feeling blue
Weds - Blue's gone quite a bit. Probably green now. At least I made it through half the week.
Thurs - Can feel slight adrenaline pumping through my veins cos Fri's just the next day! =)
Fri - Happy shit! WEEKENDS COME TMR!! =D
Sat - SOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY!!! NO NEED TO GO TO WORK!!! =D =D =D =D
cos I can see my dars! I miss these two darlings. I can't believe it's only Monday.
Nana says "Jiu jiu, why are you so lazy? Big fat tummy." Haha.
8-)
Up one moment.
Down the next.
It's unpredictable.
So temparamental.
I'm glad to say I have done up one whole thick file of audit working papers and came up with the draft audit report (P/L, BS, Cashflow Statement, Notes to the accounts) mostly by myself and some help from my supervisor.
Initially the BS couldn't balance by 22k. Oh my Lord, that's a lot, given that the client has a profit of only 2k+.
Walau eh. I dunno sit there for how long and stare at the knn fuck screen, look through two whole THICK files filled with invoices, journal vouchers, payment vouchers, CPF and GST statements and dunno what other fuck, paged through the never-ending GL and TB, asking my supervisor this and that.....
AND FINALLY.
TADA.
The BS finally balanced!!
THANK GOD!!
So, I have completed one whole project mostly on my own. And immediately after submitting that, I'm given another project to work on!
I need the energy and the concentration and I really hope things don't screw up anymore.
To keep myself awake at the office today, I popped by Marks and Spencer during lunch break and grabbed a packet of mint butter toffees which I totally love but Rachie hates and I don't know why!
Those are like chicken essence in the form of sweets to keep me awake!!
Sian.
This is me when I'm AWAKE. ALIVE. KICKING. Cos it's Saturday and this day makes a huge lot of difference I swear! When I drift out of sweet slumber, the roses bleed a crimson more scarlet that crimson, the grass glows a green so green it's no longer green, the sun shines so bright the whole earth turns a blinding white.
HAHAHAHA! I'm that happy on Saturdays! No kid.
Mon - Pure Monday blues
Tues - Still feeling blue
Weds - Blue's gone quite a bit. Probably green now. At least I made it through half the week.
Thurs - Can feel slight adrenaline pumping through my veins cos Fri's just the next day! =)
Fri - Happy shit! WEEKENDS COME TMR!! =D
Sat - SOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY!!! NO NEED TO GO TO WORK!!! =D =D =D =D
cos I can see my dars! I miss these two darlings. I can't believe it's only Monday.
Nana says "Jiu jiu, why are you so lazy? Big fat tummy." Haha.
8-)
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
=(
How would you feel if you...
knocked off at 5.30 after a hard and tiring day at work,
lost your favourite eyeliner at the hell hole of an office,
limped to a MAC counter in wedges to purchase a new eyeliner,
spent 40 minutes waiting for your friend at the platform,
and together the both of you squeezed into a crowded train,
took it all the way to Expo,
wanting to give your respective boyfriends a surprise,
to have a nice dinner with them for an hr,
during their dinner break,
reached Expo,
limped all the way to Baba King,
waited for 30 minutes for the boyfriends to come out of the office,
only to be told by the very guy you had wanted to see and spend a short hour with that he cannot have dinner with you but has to go back to the office in a few mins time to have dinner and then return back to work.
He was in a rush to go back.
He did not appreciate that you took the effort to make a trip down to have dinner with him.
He obviously forgot what he said about "we will be able to make things work."
He obviously injected too much enthusiasm by saying "im so happy we're gonna have dinner together." when he actually doesn't really wanna have dinner with you.
Most of all, he knew he was gonna be busy but he did not bother to inform his girlfriend and her friend and still let them make the wasted trip down.
But you know you love him when you just wanna kill yourself for the things you say in a moment of disappointment/tiredness/aching feetness.
You know he means a lot when you just wanna run up to him and pull him back, even though ultimately you were the one who made him leave, hug him and say baby i wish i can be right beside you through the night and im really sorry.
You know he is the one when he is too good for you and you're just one bad idiotic piece of shit that should be slapped in the face.
When you feel like me now, that's when you know.
knocked off at 5.30 after a hard and tiring day at work,
lost your favourite eyeliner at the hell hole of an office,
limped to a MAC counter in wedges to purchase a new eyeliner,
spent 40 minutes waiting for your friend at the platform,
and together the both of you squeezed into a crowded train,
took it all the way to Expo,
wanting to give your respective boyfriends a surprise,
to have a nice dinner with them for an hr,
during their dinner break,
reached Expo,
limped all the way to Baba King,
waited for 30 minutes for the boyfriends to come out of the office,
only to be told by the very guy you had wanted to see and spend a short hour with that he cannot have dinner with you but has to go back to the office in a few mins time to have dinner and then return back to work.
He was in a rush to go back.
He did not appreciate that you took the effort to make a trip down to have dinner with him.
He obviously forgot what he said about "we will be able to make things work."
He obviously injected too much enthusiasm by saying "im so happy we're gonna have dinner together." when he actually doesn't really wanna have dinner with you.
Most of all, he knew he was gonna be busy but he did not bother to inform his girlfriend and her friend and still let them make the wasted trip down.
But you know you love him when you just wanna kill yourself for the things you say in a moment of disappointment/tiredness/aching feetness.
You know he means a lot when you just wanna run up to him and pull him back, even though ultimately you were the one who made him leave, hug him and say baby i wish i can be right beside you through the night and im really sorry.
You know he is the one when he is too good for you and you're just one bad idiotic piece of shit that should be slapped in the face.
When you feel like me now, that's when you know.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
My 19th Birthday
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Hello
Just one phrase to summarize my first three days working as an intern: One hell of a nightmare.
I don't even know if I should write out what we (the interns) have been subjected for three days. You never know, my boss might just come across my blog and read it.
"Miranda Priestly" is all I'm gonna say.
Will keep you guys updated about everything soon, and may everything go smoothly as hoped for.
"God, please grant me and Rachie a transfer."
I'm just leaving everything into God's hands now. I have no control in a lot of things in my life and I'm tired always trying to grasp onto even a flimsy thread of control. So, I'm gonna let it all go and enjoy my weekend :).
I felt like crap for three whole days, with shit happening at work and boyfriend working the night shift. I'm just so thankful that Rach is there with me lightening things up and making office life sane with all her ridiculous jokes and gestures.
But most importantly, I'm the most fortunate girl in the world because I have this great, thoughtful, loving, caring, sweet, understanding and devoted guy that I can call my own.
My darling, you make my life complete. I have been feeling lonely after work when I know I won't be seeing you for the next 5 days until the weekends, plus it feels like I'm smsing to a blank piece of wall; I only get replies a few hrs later. We have stopped talking a lot lesser than before and basically I just feel miserable about the lack of your presence. Just seeing you for a couple of hours immediately brightens up my day and I feel a load being lifted off my shoulders. I just can't explain it but definitely I have grown to be so attached to you, that without you within a phone call, msg or same time zone away, I don't feel like Grace at all.
---
So, yesterday was my birthday and I felt like crap because 1) work is a piece of shit and 2) lots of friends wished me happy birthday but not my boyfriend. I had expected him to call me from his workplace and be the first to wish me, but that was not the case.
Neither did he wish me the next morning (my actual birthday) nor over the phone in the afternoon. Neither in the evening when I was having dinner with my friends nor at night when I was enduring the train ride home.
However when I reached home, I received a call from him at 11.45 pm asking me to check my mailbox for a parcel from him. So while still on the phone with him, I made my way out of the house to the gate outside, but there was nothing in the mailbox.
And suddenly he just appeared and hugged me from behind. Also, me being as blind as a bat did not notice that he had stuck post-it notes all over my gate, all 19 of them.
I just felt like the luckiest girl on earth when he told me that he had especially requested from his superior to leave work early to celebrate the last of my birthday with me and be the last one to wish me. I just felt so loved at that moment.
To think that I was complaining to Rach the entire day that the "stupid" Ryan didn't call or sms Happy Birthday at all. Hahaha feel so guilty now :p.
The best birthday present is just to be able to see you and hold you after hard day at work.
I don't even know if I should write out what we (the interns) have been subjected for three days. You never know, my boss might just come across my blog and read it.
"Miranda Priestly" is all I'm gonna say.
Will keep you guys updated about everything soon, and may everything go smoothly as hoped for.
"God, please grant me and Rachie a transfer."
I'm just leaving everything into God's hands now. I have no control in a lot of things in my life and I'm tired always trying to grasp onto even a flimsy thread of control. So, I'm gonna let it all go and enjoy my weekend :).
I felt like crap for three whole days, with shit happening at work and boyfriend working the night shift. I'm just so thankful that Rach is there with me lightening things up and making office life sane with all her ridiculous jokes and gestures.
But most importantly, I'm the most fortunate girl in the world because I have this great, thoughtful, loving, caring, sweet, understanding and devoted guy that I can call my own.
My darling, you make my life complete. I have been feeling lonely after work when I know I won't be seeing you for the next 5 days until the weekends, plus it feels like I'm smsing to a blank piece of wall; I only get replies a few hrs later. We have stopped talking a lot lesser than before and basically I just feel miserable about the lack of your presence. Just seeing you for a couple of hours immediately brightens up my day and I feel a load being lifted off my shoulders. I just can't explain it but definitely I have grown to be so attached to you, that without you within a phone call, msg or same time zone away, I don't feel like Grace at all.
---
So, yesterday was my birthday and I felt like crap because 1) work is a piece of shit and 2) lots of friends wished me happy birthday but not my boyfriend. I had expected him to call me from his workplace and be the first to wish me, but that was not the case.
Neither did he wish me the next morning (my actual birthday) nor over the phone in the afternoon. Neither in the evening when I was having dinner with my friends nor at night when I was enduring the train ride home.
However when I reached home, I received a call from him at 11.45 pm asking me to check my mailbox for a parcel from him. So while still on the phone with him, I made my way out of the house to the gate outside, but there was nothing in the mailbox.
And suddenly he just appeared and hugged me from behind. Also, me being as blind as a bat did not notice that he had stuck post-it notes all over my gate, all 19 of them.
I just felt like the luckiest girl on earth when he told me that he had especially requested from his superior to leave work early to celebrate the last of my birthday with me and be the last one to wish me. I just felt so loved at that moment.
To think that I was complaining to Rach the entire day that the "stupid" Ryan didn't call or sms Happy Birthday at all. Hahaha feel so guilty now :p.
The best birthday present is just to be able to see you and hold you after hard day at work.
Hello
Just one phrase to summarize my first three days working as an intern: One hell of a nightmare.
I don't even know if I should write out what we (the interns) have been subjected to for three days. You never know, my boss might just come across my blog and read it.
"Miranda Priestly" is all I'm gonna say.
Will keep you guys updated about everything soon, and may everything go smoothly as hoped for.
"God, please grant me and Rachie a transfer."
I'm just leaving everything into God's hands now. I have no control in a lot of things in my life and I'm tired always trying to grasp onto even a flimsy thread of control. So, I'm gonna let it all go and enjoy my weekend :).
I felt like crap for three whole days, with shit happening at work and boyfriend working the night shift. I'm just so thankful that Rach is there with me lightening things up and making office life sane with all her ridiculous jokes and gestures.
But most importantly, I'm the most fortunate girl in the world because I have this great, thoughtful, loving, caring, sweet, understanding and devoted guy that I can call my own.
My darling, you make my life complete. I have been feeling lonely after work when I know I won't be seeing you for the next 5 days until the weekends, plus it feels like I'm smsing to a blank piece of wall; I only get replies a few hrs later. We have stopped talking a lot lesser than before and basically I just feel miserable about the lack of your presence. Just seeing you for a couple of hours immediately brightens up my day and I feel a load being lifted off my shoulders. I just can't explain it but definitely I have grown to be so attached to you, that without you within a phone call, msg or same time zone away, I don't feel like Grace at all.
---
So, yesterday was my birthday and I felt like crap because 1) work is a piece of shit and 2) lots of friends wished me happy birthday but not my boyfriend. I had expected him to call me from his workplace and be the first to wish me, but that was not the case.
Neither did he wish me the next morning (my actual birthday) nor over the phone in the afternoon. Neither in the evening when I was having dinner with my friends nor at night when I was enduring the train ride home.
However when I reached home, I received a call from him at 11.45 pm asking me to check my mailbox for a parcel from him. So while still on the phone with him, I made my way out of the house to the gate outside, but there was nothing in the mailbox.
And suddenly he just appeared and hugged me from behind. Also, me being as blind as a bat did not notice that he had stuck post-it notes all over my gate, all 19 of them.
I just felt like the luckiest girl on earth when he told me that he had especially requested from his superior to leave work early to celebrate the last of my birthday with me and be the last one to wish me. I just felt so loved at that moment.
To think that I was complaining to Rach the entire day that the "stupid" Ryan didn't call or sms Happy Birthday at all. Hahaha feel so guilty now :p.
The best birthday present is just to be able to see you and hold you after a hard day at work.
I don't even know if I should write out what we (the interns) have been subjected to for three days. You never know, my boss might just come across my blog and read it.
"Miranda Priestly" is all I'm gonna say.
Will keep you guys updated about everything soon, and may everything go smoothly as hoped for.
"God, please grant me and Rachie a transfer."
I'm just leaving everything into God's hands now. I have no control in a lot of things in my life and I'm tired always trying to grasp onto even a flimsy thread of control. So, I'm gonna let it all go and enjoy my weekend :).
I felt like crap for three whole days, with shit happening at work and boyfriend working the night shift. I'm just so thankful that Rach is there with me lightening things up and making office life sane with all her ridiculous jokes and gestures.
But most importantly, I'm the most fortunate girl in the world because I have this great, thoughtful, loving, caring, sweet, understanding and devoted guy that I can call my own.
My darling, you make my life complete. I have been feeling lonely after work when I know I won't be seeing you for the next 5 days until the weekends, plus it feels like I'm smsing to a blank piece of wall; I only get replies a few hrs later. We have stopped talking a lot lesser than before and basically I just feel miserable about the lack of your presence. Just seeing you for a couple of hours immediately brightens up my day and I feel a load being lifted off my shoulders. I just can't explain it but definitely I have grown to be so attached to you, that without you within a phone call, msg or same time zone away, I don't feel like Grace at all.
---
So, yesterday was my birthday and I felt like crap because 1) work is a piece of shit and 2) lots of friends wished me happy birthday but not my boyfriend. I had expected him to call me from his workplace and be the first to wish me, but that was not the case.
Neither did he wish me the next morning (my actual birthday) nor over the phone in the afternoon. Neither in the evening when I was having dinner with my friends nor at night when I was enduring the train ride home.
However when I reached home, I received a call from him at 11.45 pm asking me to check my mailbox for a parcel from him. So while still on the phone with him, I made my way out of the house to the gate outside, but there was nothing in the mailbox.
And suddenly he just appeared and hugged me from behind. Also, me being as blind as a bat did not notice that he had stuck post-it notes all over my gate, all 19 of them.
I just felt like the luckiest girl on earth when he told me that he had especially requested from his superior to leave work early to celebrate the last of my birthday with me and be the last one to wish me. I just felt so loved at that moment.
To think that I was complaining to Rach the entire day that the "stupid" Ryan didn't call or sms Happy Birthday at all. Hahaha feel so guilty now :p.
The best birthday present is just to be able to see you and hold you after a hard day at work.
Monday, September 11, 2006
I'll be working at Acts Consultant Team(s) Pte Ltd
And yes...
I've gotten my SIP placement at last.
At Acts Consultant Team Pte Ltd.
It's right smack in the middle of busy Orchard Rd, slapped right beside the huge Zara outlet at Wheelock Place, situated right opposite Lido and conveniently within walking distance of Indochine i.e. in the heart of a shopping haven and city of gorgeous people (hopefully).
Dress code does not seem so stringent. Semiformal office attire. No jeans no slippers allowed.
Open-toed shoes are allowed.
Flowy skirts are allowed.
Cardigans are allowed.
Dresses are allowed.
Let us rejoice!
But the best of the best is yet to come....
cos i'll be working with baby Rachie!! (a familiar face!), Cynthia and Shee Min!!
Like don't you just wanna scream right now. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
This is exciting! I'll be working with Rachie that shoppaholic cum alcoholic! (we have already made plans to shop at Zara during lunch breaks and after work, chill over drinks at Indochine and just basically soak up all the wondrous glory Town has to offer!)
And not forgetting sieving out goodlookers (we're both praying there'll be hot guys at our office. highly unlikely though!), getting some hot sweaty action in the office pantry (alright alright, im just kidding alright! so shut ur jaw shut sweetie u look horrible with ur mouth hanging open like that!) and having someone to turn to in mock horror/exasperation/frustration and to throw a bitchfit on (upon realization that we cannot, for eg, balance e freakin BS for nuts).
Phew. What a mouthful.
Anyways, I'm kinda excited la. SIP doesn't seem so bleak after all with Rachie around plus the nice working environment is a bonus. However, my pay is..... is...... is.... *turns away and breaks down crying*
ooh my gawd I can't even bear to utter it! I'm stuttering as I'm saying this..... its... its...
.
.
.
.
.
a mere SGD 440.
There. I said it.
It's fucking peanuts la!!!!!!!!!!!! It's the lowest of the lowest!! That's the minimum cap for paying us. And our job scope is wide, baby. We cover all areas like Audit, Accounting, Taxation and "office boy" work like photocopying and paper shredding! Like, pay me more for my service can??
Alright, I'm not complaining. :)
Not really prepared for work this Weds though as I've yet to buy a single piece of working clothing!
By hook or by crook, gotta get those done by tomorrow! I don't have much choice.
PS: As an afterthought, GUYS!! The dinner is confirmed to be on Friday after work at 7 pm. Billy Bombers Marina Square. See you guys and have an enriching working experience! We can exchange gossips about work on Fri k? Smoooooch!
I've gotten my SIP placement at last.
At Acts Consultant Team Pte Ltd.
It's right smack in the middle of busy Orchard Rd, slapped right beside the huge Zara outlet at Wheelock Place, situated right opposite Lido and conveniently within walking distance of Indochine i.e. in the heart of a shopping haven and city of gorgeous people (hopefully).
Dress code does not seem so stringent. Semiformal office attire. No jeans no slippers allowed.
Open-toed shoes are allowed.
Flowy skirts are allowed.
Cardigans are allowed.
Dresses are allowed.
Let us rejoice!
But the best of the best is yet to come....
cos i'll be working with baby Rachie!! (a familiar face!), Cynthia and Shee Min!!
Like don't you just wanna scream right now. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
This is exciting! I'll be working with Rachie that shoppaholic cum alcoholic! (we have already made plans to shop at Zara during lunch breaks and after work, chill over drinks at Indochine and just basically soak up all the wondrous glory Town has to offer!)
And not forgetting sieving out goodlookers (we're both praying there'll be hot guys at our office. highly unlikely though!), getting some hot sweaty action in the office pantry (alright alright, im just kidding alright! so shut ur jaw shut sweetie u look horrible with ur mouth hanging open like that!) and having someone to turn to in mock horror/exasperation/frustration and to throw a bitchfit on (upon realization that we cannot, for eg, balance e freakin BS for nuts).
Phew. What a mouthful.
Anyways, I'm kinda excited la. SIP doesn't seem so bleak after all with Rachie around plus the nice working environment is a bonus. However, my pay is..... is...... is.... *turns away and breaks down crying*
ooh my gawd I can't even bear to utter it! I'm stuttering as I'm saying this..... its... its...
.
.
.
.
.
a mere SGD 440.
There. I said it.
It's fucking peanuts la!!!!!!!!!!!! It's the lowest of the lowest!! That's the minimum cap for paying us. And our job scope is wide, baby. We cover all areas like Audit, Accounting, Taxation and "office boy" work like photocopying and paper shredding! Like, pay me more for my service can??
Alright, I'm not complaining. :)
Not really prepared for work this Weds though as I've yet to buy a single piece of working clothing!
By hook or by crook, gotta get those done by tomorrow! I don't have much choice.
PS: As an afterthought, GUYS!! The dinner is confirmed to be on Friday after work at 7 pm. Billy Bombers Marina Square. See you guys and have an enriching working experience! We can exchange gossips about work on Fri k? Smoooooch!
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Upcoming birthday
Leanne just reminded me on MSN a few moments ago that my birthday is this coming Friday. I totally forgot that it is this close.
So guys, do you wanna do dinner after work on Friday, September 15th? Where do you guys suggest dinner? I'm up for anything but I'm pretty sick of Thai food, so no Thai food can? Haha.
What you waiting for? Leave comments on my taggie suggesting where you wanna dine!
So, I'll be drawing up a wishlist just in case you guys wanna get me anything (cheeky grin). Double present this year to make up for last? Wahaha. Just kidding, guys. I'll be just as happy to see you guys at the dinner.
Wishlist
- Digicam
- Sponser my formal wear? Hehe
- Shoes of any kind (as long as it's pretty and not too high I will wear :) )
- More GUESS bags? I'm greedy! (preferably a black one that I can use for SIP)
- Actually any nice big neutral coloured bag will do
- A black/brown/white big watch with a wide face
Hmm.. can't think of anything else. Aiya whatever you guys get me I will like! Really :D.
Remember to tell me where you guys wanna eat on Friday! No Thai food pls I beg of youuuuuu
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Just a small opening to bigger things...
I have no time to come online and update! I've been having too much fun going out and stuff. Ok I will update very very soon before SIP okie dokes? I have a lot of things to say... about....
- My FIRST ever KBOX date with Ryan Lee, just the two of us!
- Fantastic sleepover with the girls!
- A very nice Friday "suprise" date that Mr Lee sprang on me!
- Hopefully a Sentosa trip with Mr Lee later!
Ryan Lee is the sweetest guy ever. He is there to wipe away my tears whenever I cry, hug me when I'm sad and feed me when I'm hungry. Haha. Of course, he is always there to make me upset and angry as well.
Yesterday, he surprised me by bringing me to Mt Faber, right at the very top, and was sincere and thoughtful enough to prepare a picnic for the both of us and even brought my favourite freeze cup along. First guy to ever handmake sandwiches and prepare a picnic for me.
To be continued with pictures...
Thank you Toots! You mean the world to me!
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Toronto is not for me!
My holidays have been alright so far. Have been out eating and shopping. However, amidst all the fun, something has been weighing on my chest for the past few days.
A few years back, my dad had managed to pull off a successful application to migrate to New Zealand, Christchurch/Auckland. The whole family almost migrated to NZ, but because of persistent protests from my brother and I, plans were delayed and soon, it was too late to migrate anymore.
Of course I felt a sense of relief because migration has never been an issue before. I can't see myself being in a foreign country, studying there, working there, starting a family there because for my entire life, I've pictured my life to be here, home, Singapore. All that I have is here and I do not want to leave it all behind.
I think my dad blames my mom, until this day, that we never got to migate to NZ. I know he is upset because he spent lots of money applying for the migration and at the end of it all, he still didn't get to fulfill his dream; to be able to live in another country.
Last Sunday, a happy lunch at Jack's Place turned sour because my dad brought up the issue of migration again. He said that he was thinking of migrating to Toronto, Canada, and of course, the whole family must go.
Initially I thought my dad was just passing a casual comment but it turned out not to be. He started being sarcastic to my mom over the table and obviously my mom got mad. They were arguing right there in the middle of the restaurant and my brother and I had to act as saints to prevent more oil from spilling onto troubled waters.
Since that day onwards, my dad has been harping on the issue of migration. Migrate, migrate, migrate, that's all he ever thinks about and talks about now. Whenever he sees me at home, he will open his mouth and out of it spills the advantages of migrating to Toronto and the disadvantages of staying in Singapore. He expressed his concern of me not being able to get into a local uni and even chided me for obtaining such lousy results not fit for local uni. To that, I have nothing to say. All my life ever since secondary school, I've tried hard enough, although not my hardest, to at least get applaudable grades.
Two days back, I received an sms from my dad: "Dear children, hope u understand the purpose of migration. Once we get it, you can study there at local price - cheap. You can work in either Singapore or Canada, more choices. Your children too enjoy best of both countries. Live here or there, more options in case of political or economic emergency."
My simple reply to that was "I don't want to migrate."
His self-centered reply (at least in my point of view): "Think about yr future. Spore job market very competitive, only the brightest survive. u only study 3 yrs there not only get a degree but citizenship. Only a fool will not grasp this rare opportunity."
Paranoia. That's what my dad emits. He keeps saying that Singapore isn't a safe country in the long run cos we're surounded my muslim countries and he even commented yesterday that it came out in the papers that Malaysia is beginning to be increasingly religious and that is obviously not to our benefit.
What are you scared of? Terrorist attacks? Then what makes you think Canada is all that safe? If it's your time to leave, it's your time to leave. Even if you were to run to the ends of the earth, and God's plan was for you to die at this time, this hour, this day, you will still perish eventually. So would you rather die in a foreign land, away from your relatives, friends and familiarity, or in the land which you grew up in? Me? I choose the latter.
So what. I wanna study in Singapore. I wanna work in Singapore. My friends are all here. My boyfriend is here. So you tell me all these and expect me to up and leave? It's all just to fulfill your selfish ambitions. If you really want the best for me, why tell me "You can go to Toronto to study for 3 yrs first. Then you can come back to Sg after that to work and I won't care."
Hell yea. Then whats the blardy difference? You're the only one who wants to migrate and of all countries, TORONTO?! Wtf, that's even further than America! NEVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE have I imagined myself to be in TORONTO. Australia still not that bad, but Toronto? Sigh. Never ever.
I don't wanna leave. I don't wanna migrate to Toronto. I hope that application fails. But I know in my heart of hearts that if my dad makes up his mind to leave and given his stubborn nature, I will have no choice but be forced to go. How can my parents migrate there and my bro and I remain in Singapore? That's not gonna work ever. The whole family must be together.
Willingly or reluctantly, my dad will never care. As long as I fulfill his wishes and my ass is inside Toronto, everything else doesn't matter.
A few years back, my dad had managed to pull off a successful application to migrate to New Zealand, Christchurch/Auckland. The whole family almost migrated to NZ, but because of persistent protests from my brother and I, plans were delayed and soon, it was too late to migrate anymore.
Of course I felt a sense of relief because migration has never been an issue before. I can't see myself being in a foreign country, studying there, working there, starting a family there because for my entire life, I've pictured my life to be here, home, Singapore. All that I have is here and I do not want to leave it all behind.
I think my dad blames my mom, until this day, that we never got to migate to NZ. I know he is upset because he spent lots of money applying for the migration and at the end of it all, he still didn't get to fulfill his dream; to be able to live in another country.
Last Sunday, a happy lunch at Jack's Place turned sour because my dad brought up the issue of migration again. He said that he was thinking of migrating to Toronto, Canada, and of course, the whole family must go.
Initially I thought my dad was just passing a casual comment but it turned out not to be. He started being sarcastic to my mom over the table and obviously my mom got mad. They were arguing right there in the middle of the restaurant and my brother and I had to act as saints to prevent more oil from spilling onto troubled waters.
Since that day onwards, my dad has been harping on the issue of migration. Migrate, migrate, migrate, that's all he ever thinks about and talks about now. Whenever he sees me at home, he will open his mouth and out of it spills the advantages of migrating to Toronto and the disadvantages of staying in Singapore. He expressed his concern of me not being able to get into a local uni and even chided me for obtaining such lousy results not fit for local uni. To that, I have nothing to say. All my life ever since secondary school, I've tried hard enough, although not my hardest, to at least get applaudable grades.
Two days back, I received an sms from my dad: "Dear children, hope u understand the purpose of migration. Once we get it, you can study there at local price - cheap. You can work in either Singapore or Canada, more choices. Your children too enjoy best of both countries. Live here or there, more options in case of political or economic emergency."
My simple reply to that was "I don't want to migrate."
His self-centered reply (at least in my point of view): "Think about yr future. Spore job market very competitive, only the brightest survive. u only study 3 yrs there not only get a degree but citizenship. Only a fool will not grasp this rare opportunity."
Paranoia. That's what my dad emits. He keeps saying that Singapore isn't a safe country in the long run cos we're surounded my muslim countries and he even commented yesterday that it came out in the papers that Malaysia is beginning to be increasingly religious and that is obviously not to our benefit.
What are you scared of? Terrorist attacks? Then what makes you think Canada is all that safe? If it's your time to leave, it's your time to leave. Even if you were to run to the ends of the earth, and God's plan was for you to die at this time, this hour, this day, you will still perish eventually. So would you rather die in a foreign land, away from your relatives, friends and familiarity, or in the land which you grew up in? Me? I choose the latter.
So what. I wanna study in Singapore. I wanna work in Singapore. My friends are all here. My boyfriend is here. So you tell me all these and expect me to up and leave? It's all just to fulfill your selfish ambitions. If you really want the best for me, why tell me "You can go to Toronto to study for 3 yrs first. Then you can come back to Sg after that to work and I won't care."
Hell yea. Then whats the blardy difference? You're the only one who wants to migrate and of all countries, TORONTO?! Wtf, that's even further than America! NEVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE have I imagined myself to be in TORONTO. Australia still not that bad, but Toronto? Sigh. Never ever.
I don't wanna leave. I don't wanna migrate to Toronto. I hope that application fails. But I know in my heart of hearts that if my dad makes up his mind to leave and given his stubborn nature, I will have no choice but be forced to go. How can my parents migrate there and my bro and I remain in Singapore? That's not gonna work ever. The whole family must be together.
Willingly or reluctantly, my dad will never care. As long as I fulfill his wishes and my ass is inside Toronto, everything else doesn't matter.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Holidays!
Oh yipee. My short holiday break is here before SIP commences.
Speaking of SIP, I think it's real meaning really stands for Shit In Pieces. SIP is a piece of shit as far as I'm concerned.
The boyfriend will be doing europeans hours for SIP, which is 3 pm to 1 am, whereas I'm pretty sure I will get a morning shift placement which is that of regular office working hours of 9 am to 5 pm. As can be seen, our working hours clash very badly. Meeting him will be totally out of the picture (as I predict lunch break will be for one pathetic hr at most) and talking on the phone is out too because when he gets home from work I'll be catching up on sleep to prepare for next day's work.
Let's not talk about it. It really spoils my mood just thinking about it. This is far worse that NS. I've yet to come across a couple who is as unfortunate as we are.
Anyway, shits aside, I just did a mango body scrub and swathered my whole body, from top to toe, in mango body wash, followed by spritzing my whole body with mango body spritz. I'm a big fat walking mango! Hehe. It always feels good to be able to have both time and comfort on your side.
The Body Shop promotional package which I bought today. U.P was $89.90 but I got it for $49.90 before membership discount. So cheap!!
Opening it up, you can find body butter, lip balm, bar of soap, body foam, bath scrub, body spritz, gloves and a scrubber inside.
I've been having bad tummy ache for the past two days because on Friday night, I met up with Sal for supper. Here's what we ordered between just the two of us:
Speaking of SIP, I think it's real meaning really stands for Shit In Pieces. SIP is a piece of shit as far as I'm concerned.
The boyfriend will be doing europeans hours for SIP, which is 3 pm to 1 am, whereas I'm pretty sure I will get a morning shift placement which is that of regular office working hours of 9 am to 5 pm. As can be seen, our working hours clash very badly. Meeting him will be totally out of the picture (as I predict lunch break will be for one pathetic hr at most) and talking on the phone is out too because when he gets home from work I'll be catching up on sleep to prepare for next day's work.
Let's not talk about it. It really spoils my mood just thinking about it. This is far worse that NS. I've yet to come across a couple who is as unfortunate as we are.
Anyway, shits aside, I just did a mango body scrub and swathered my whole body, from top to toe, in mango body wash, followed by spritzing my whole body with mango body spritz. I'm a big fat walking mango! Hehe. It always feels good to be able to have both time and comfort on your side.
The Body Shop promotional package which I bought today. U.P was $89.90 but I got it for $49.90 before membership discount. So cheap!!
Opening it up, you can find body butter, lip balm, bar of soap, body foam, bath scrub, body spritz, gloves and a scrubber inside.
I've been having bad tummy ache for the past two days because on Friday night, I met up with Sal for supper. Here's what we ordered between just the two of us:
- 16 otahs
- 5 cups of sugarcane juice
- Oyster omelette
- Fried carrot cake
Might not seem much but it is! I ate like 10 otahs in total and I passed it out in the form of watery fluid the following day. My stomach hurt like a bitch!
On Sat, it was shopping at Bugis with Sam the ham. I bought quite a few things already and nope, I'm not done with all my shopping yet. I'll be doing more next week and will be getting formal clothing and such.
I need a fringe cut.
A number of people have commented on my hair recently, the latest one being a salesgirl in Bugis who asked if I dyed my hair black, rebonded it before or not and why is it so silky. I always have people commenting
- "OHMYGAWD your hair is soooooooooooo long! How do you maintain it? "
- "Please go and cut your hair! You look like Sadako from the back!"
- "Your hair is soooooo jet black!"
- "Why is your hair so straight and silky?!"
Ok firstly, my hair isn't very long. I've seen longer hair/s out there. Or perhaps I'm already used to seeing myself with hair of such a length so it doesn't strike me that it's indeed extremely long.
Secondly, I don't give a shit if I look like Sadako from the back cos this is my ideal hair length and I won't snip one inch off it even if you go down on your knees, lick the floor and beg me with anguish.
Lastly, my hair only looks silky but if you actually touch it, it feels rough sometimes. It can be even silkier and I'm gonna achieve that by doing hair mask once every fortnight starting from today. Haha.
And I'm so sick of straight hair. I wanna do waves!!
