Saturday, July 23, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Of love
Today, a friend woke me up with a phonecall. She has fallen in love.
The magic of love -- who could ever describe it? Certainty of having found the one being destined for us by nature, light shed upon life itself and apparently explaining its mystery, unsuspected value conferred upon the most trifling circumstances, flying hours whose details elude the memory through their very sweetness ......
--Adolphe
The magic of love -- who could ever describe it? Certainty of having found the one being destined for us by nature, light shed upon life itself and apparently explaining its mystery, unsuspected value conferred upon the most trifling circumstances, flying hours whose details elude the memory through their very sweetness ......
--Adolphe
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Of library books and gold
It was a cool, rainy afternoon. Despite a slightly lopsided jaw, (no thanks to the swelling from the wisdom tooth extraction), I decided to return a 'soon to be due' library book and hopefully find something else to read from the humble Bukit Batok Community Library at West Mall. By the way, it got 1pathetic star in a certain Sunday Times report whiched awarded a maximum of 5 stars to libraries, depending on how they perform .. In terms of collection, service, events.. etc.
I chanced upon a Dean Kootz book titled Frankenstein in the "Just-returned" shelf. The book looks crisp and new.. (Yes i judge a book by its cover.) Published in Feb 2005. Very new indeed, judging by NLB standards. I thought, "Looks great, this will keep me company for tonight". I spotted an empty seat, plonked down on it and proceeeded to read the first couple of chapters.
The story was fine. Done in Dean Kootz's usual style of serial killers and mystery, with an angsty cop thrown in for good measure. I feel he's the "thriller equivilent" of Danielle Steel's trashy romance stories. Quite predictable, same style for many books, but still nice to read. As the title implies, there's some psycho out there who chops people up and collects body parts. there's this warped scene where he talks to magdalene, and gives her a manicure. Flirting with her.. only to wrap Magdalene's hands in plastic wrap to be stored in the freezer. He's actually talking to the HANDS only.
I was happily reading along when i discovered a little speck of brownish green stuff on a page..
Hmm.. don't tell me its ..
One more page.. Another speck of the same stuff, slightly different shape this time..
Ewwwww!!
Ignoring it and ploughing on, tinking "No i'm not giving up on the book.. No way!"
Again.. Some more..
The previous reader must be suffering from a bad bout of flu, has lots of nose hair.. or has a thing for 'gold-digging' while reading a thriller.
By then i had stopped reading.. instead i was flipping through the pages discovering more and more little globs of treasure.
I gave up. I put the book back on the librarian's trolley, zoomed out of the library and into the toilet to scrub my hands.
Ugly Singaporeans at its best.
I chanced upon a Dean Kootz book titled Frankenstein in the "Just-returned" shelf. The book looks crisp and new.. (Yes i judge a book by its cover.) Published in Feb 2005. Very new indeed, judging by NLB standards. I thought, "Looks great, this will keep me company for tonight". I spotted an empty seat, plonked down on it and proceeeded to read the first couple of chapters.
The story was fine. Done in Dean Kootz's usual style of serial killers and mystery, with an angsty cop thrown in for good measure. I feel he's the "thriller equivilent" of Danielle Steel's trashy romance stories. Quite predictable, same style for many books, but still nice to read. As the title implies, there's some psycho out there who chops people up and collects body parts. there's this warped scene where he talks to magdalene, and gives her a manicure. Flirting with her.. only to wrap Magdalene's hands in plastic wrap to be stored in the freezer. He's actually talking to the HANDS only.
I was happily reading along when i discovered a little speck of brownish green stuff on a page..
Hmm.. don't tell me its ..
One more page.. Another speck of the same stuff, slightly different shape this time..
Ewwwww!!
Ignoring it and ploughing on, tinking "No i'm not giving up on the book.. No way!"
Again.. Some more..
The previous reader must be suffering from a bad bout of flu, has lots of nose hair.. or has a thing for 'gold-digging' while reading a thriller.
By then i had stopped reading.. instead i was flipping through the pages discovering more and more little globs of treasure.
I gave up. I put the book back on the librarian's trolley, zoomed out of the library and into the toilet to scrub my hands.
Ugly Singaporeans at its best.
Day of Disaster
Just when i thought my gum was happily on its road to recovery, disaster struck.
I had woken up from an afternoon nap. (If you count 4hours a nap.) Drank ice-milo and had some porridge. Watched minority report. Couched in front of the TV for some time.
Logged on using the lappy and boy was i in for a shock.
The antivirus -- AVAST --(Recommended by Spidey), rang non-stop. The alert ws something along the line of sending or isit receiving? too many identical emails. When hell, i wasn't even logged into any email account! I noticed a new icon on that little bar at the bottem right hand corner. And the setting for google search had been changed to Chinese.
You see, my sis loves to log on to Chinese fan sites and ogle at Jolin, F4, FIR, you name it. And listen to songs and whatever clips they post on the sites. These sites are hotbeds for viruses. While i was blissfully asleep leaving the computer on and the modem off, she had taken the liberty to turn on the modem and surf to her heart's content.
I went out and asked her to come in, sit down and look at her handiwork in the "Don't mess with your big Sis" tone, berating her for whatever shit she has downloaded. And the only thing she could say was "i don't know".
I said " Fine, you give me shit like this and only know how to say i don't know, get out."
And man! She said the one other thing besides 'i don't know' --> *Drumrolls please*
--> " Then ni3 jiao4 wo3 jing4 lai2 zuo4 shen3 me4?" in a 'fuck you, you can't do anything to me tone. ' before turning around and focusing on the TV.
Not a single apology, no sign of remorse only 'i don't know' and 'ask me to come in for what'?
That was it. I lost it. With the antivirus still ringing away in the background, i started shouting at her for giving me shit and at her shitty attitude and the next thing i know...
Blood, lots of it. Warm, tangy and slightly salty. I had a whole mouthful of it. I had no idea whether i had overstretched my jaw causing the stitches to come undone or had the clot been dislodged. And i couldn't tell by looking at the mirror, coz each time i spat out the blood, there was more. The sink reminded me of primary school art class. After playing with watercolours, and you start rinsing the red poster colour from your palette.
My ma totally freaked out and kept insisting that i rinse with saltwater to stem the bleeding. (Some warped logic of hers.) If i can't spit them out fast enough, how on earth do i rinse?
I resorted to biting on the gauze the dentist gave me and swallowing the warm fluid. By the third piece of gauze i gave up, changed out of my white tank top (which had a few bloodstains on it, in case i freaked anybody at the clinic out) and decided to go to the 24 hrs clinic a few blocks away.
The doc told me he can't do anything since he's not a dentist. And to go to NUH for a dentist.
And off to to NUH i went. After being examined by a pretty nurse in a uniform with teddy bear prints, (Must be from the the children's ward) I was classified as 'won't drop dead anytime soon' i suppose. After approximately an hour of waiting in total, the dentist came to take a look at me. By then, the bleeding had ceased. And i was told that the stitches were in place, just that the clot had dislodged and a new one had more or less formed. (I think if you're sick and go to NUH A&E, you just need to sit there for a couple of hours to get well, some kind of hospital effect?)
And there you go. I spent $70 at NUH for a big yellow packet of sterile gauze. $7.50 for cab fare to NUH and $10 for the return trip. (Midnite surcharge.)
Only to be greeted by ma who first asked. "The bleeding stopped right?"
I said of coz, how much do you want me to bleed. Thanks to my little sis and her bloody attitude?
(I was still seething...)
And the reply. "Oh YOU scared her just now. It really isn't her fault YOU KNOW. She DIDN'T KNOW."
At that, i had nothing more to say.
And so in my parent's wonderful world, once again i am the villian. I scared her and i shouted at her and hence i deserve to drink my own blood. Its O plus by the way.
When has my sis ever been scared of me anyway? Thanks to my parents really. If my angelic little sis takes a knife and put it through my heart, it would be through no fault of hers. I MUST have provoked her and injured her delicate sensabilities, thereby causing her to behave in a manner atypical of angels and saints.
I had woken up from an afternoon nap. (If you count 4hours a nap.) Drank ice-milo and had some porridge. Watched minority report. Couched in front of the TV for some time.
Logged on using the lappy and boy was i in for a shock.
The antivirus -- AVAST --(Recommended by Spidey), rang non-stop. The alert ws something along the line of sending or isit receiving? too many identical emails. When hell, i wasn't even logged into any email account! I noticed a new icon on that little bar at the bottem right hand corner. And the setting for google search had been changed to Chinese.
You see, my sis loves to log on to Chinese fan sites and ogle at Jolin, F4, FIR, you name it. And listen to songs and whatever clips they post on the sites. These sites are hotbeds for viruses. While i was blissfully asleep leaving the computer on and the modem off, she had taken the liberty to turn on the modem and surf to her heart's content.
I went out and asked her to come in, sit down and look at her handiwork in the "Don't mess with your big Sis" tone, berating her for whatever shit she has downloaded. And the only thing she could say was "i don't know".
I said " Fine, you give me shit like this and only know how to say i don't know, get out."
And man! She said the one other thing besides 'i don't know' --> *Drumrolls please*
--> " Then ni3 jiao4 wo3 jing4 lai2 zuo4 shen3 me4?" in a 'fuck you, you can't do anything to me tone. ' before turning around and focusing on the TV.
Not a single apology, no sign of remorse only 'i don't know' and 'ask me to come in for what'?
That was it. I lost it. With the antivirus still ringing away in the background, i started shouting at her for giving me shit and at her shitty attitude and the next thing i know...
Blood, lots of it. Warm, tangy and slightly salty. I had a whole mouthful of it. I had no idea whether i had overstretched my jaw causing the stitches to come undone or had the clot been dislodged. And i couldn't tell by looking at the mirror, coz each time i spat out the blood, there was more. The sink reminded me of primary school art class. After playing with watercolours, and you start rinsing the red poster colour from your palette.
My ma totally freaked out and kept insisting that i rinse with saltwater to stem the bleeding. (Some warped logic of hers.) If i can't spit them out fast enough, how on earth do i rinse?
I resorted to biting on the gauze the dentist gave me and swallowing the warm fluid. By the third piece of gauze i gave up, changed out of my white tank top (which had a few bloodstains on it, in case i freaked anybody at the clinic out) and decided to go to the 24 hrs clinic a few blocks away.
The doc told me he can't do anything since he's not a dentist. And to go to NUH for a dentist.
And off to to NUH i went. After being examined by a pretty nurse in a uniform with teddy bear prints, (Must be from the the children's ward) I was classified as 'won't drop dead anytime soon' i suppose. After approximately an hour of waiting in total, the dentist came to take a look at me. By then, the bleeding had ceased. And i was told that the stitches were in place, just that the clot had dislodged and a new one had more or less formed. (I think if you're sick and go to NUH A&E, you just need to sit there for a couple of hours to get well, some kind of hospital effect?)
And there you go. I spent $70 at NUH for a big yellow packet of sterile gauze. $7.50 for cab fare to NUH and $10 for the return trip. (Midnite surcharge.)
Only to be greeted by ma who first asked. "The bleeding stopped right?"
I said of coz, how much do you want me to bleed. Thanks to my little sis and her bloody attitude?
(I was still seething...)
And the reply. "Oh YOU scared her just now. It really isn't her fault YOU KNOW. She DIDN'T KNOW."
At that, i had nothing more to say.
And so in my parent's wonderful world, once again i am the villian. I scared her and i shouted at her and hence i deserve to drink my own blood. Its O plus by the way.
When has my sis ever been scared of me anyway? Thanks to my parents really. If my angelic little sis takes a knife and put it through my heart, it would be through no fault of hers. I MUST have provoked her and injured her delicate sensabilities, thereby causing her to behave in a manner atypical of angels and saints.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
What a way to spend my sunday morning. My first sunday after PA, on wisdom tooth removal.
I arrived promptly at the dentist's at 1005am. 5mins late... but i waited for the guy before me to pay up so i assume i'm prompt..
Into the dentist's office...
1. Brief examination. Probed around a bit. Nothing much.
2. Signed on a form which basically states --> " The dentist is not to be blamed even if patient turns belly up."
3. Brace yourself for the anesthesia shot. (It feels like an extended version of the BCG skin test.) I asked " Its not painful right?" ( I know its as good as not asking, but i couldn't help it. Its akin to a child asking mummy if the injection's going to hurt, obviously mummy's gonna say no. You juz gotta wait for the kid to start wailing later.)
Anyway the dentist came up with a more qian4 bian3 answer.. "You won't feel pain, just pressure, during the procedure. Anyway pain is perceived by the mind, like Indians who walk over hot coals. But they don't find it painful." He went on about inspirational speakers for a bit and the power of the human mind.
Isn't that a fantabulous answer? I can imagine my dear dentist listening to tapes by inspirational gurus and spending sunday afternoons at the self-improvement section of Borders.
I said --> ' I don't like Adam Koo'.
(By the way, I'm not Hindu, neither do i intend to participate in the next Thaipusam.)
4. Wait for the left side of my jaw, (tongue included) to turn tingly, then numb and dry.
5. The Procedure.
I think i have a stubborn tooth. He must have taken like 30min or so to dig it out. There was drilling, i could feel the vibration and lots of pressure. He was playing tug of war with my tooth. All while instructing his not-very-competent assistant .. 'Susan, more sunction. Susan, you must suck till i can see the teeth clearly.' (That doesn't sound very right does it?) Susan this Susan that...
'Lots of sunction yep and blood of course. One of the fishes in Finding Nemo said the human mouth is a sewer. (I think its the grumpy one who was hell bent on returning to the ocean.) I totally agree. Its amazing isn't it? You eat with it, do raunchy french kisses with it. Speech is impossible without it ..The possibilities are endless. Yet it must be the grossest part of the human anatomy.
6. Finally it was done. I was supposed to rinse. *Yuck, double yuck.*
The dentist, failing terribly in social skills and tact mentioned casually that "Blood when mixed with saliva becomes viscous. You rinse now, after i stitch up the wound, you must swallow the blood, no more rinsing for the first hour at least. "
7. And yes! i was stitched up and ready to go. The good dentist asked if i wanted my tooth back. I said yes. (Hell, this cost me $350 bucks. More than half a month's pay. I'm going take a pic, post it here and gross everyone out!) ANd he popped it into a plastic baggy, with blood and all! I held it up, appraised it with a disgusted look and requested that he rinse it first.
8. I checked my face in the mirror by his sink and found bloodstains *gasp* at the corners of my mouth. I grabbed a tissue, wet it a bit and wiped. The dentist assistant was kind enough to offer me an alcohol swipe. Hell, he could have informed me or something. Obviously this guy doesn't believe in after-sales service.
9. The aftermath.
I'm on my fourth piece of guaze. Taken a painkiller, antibiotics and rinsed with antiseptic mouthwash. I look ridiculous with a piece of Kodomo Cooling Adhesive stuck on my jaw. (Been advised by Spidey to use an ice-pack to reduce swelling and bleeding. I improvised with a tui4 re4 tie1.) Other than a dull throbbing sensation in my jaw and some bleeding i'm good as new. I suppose i can eat something by evening. I feasted on half a pack of Hershey's Kisses last night to stock up on carbo. They were on promotion at NTUC, going at $3.55 a pack instead of 4 plus. Miss Hufferphish's crazed logic at work here. Else i'll just have to survive on bubble tea or ice milo for a day.
By the way i'm feeling quite happy that the offensive tooth has finally been removed for good. Despite his lack of tact, i find this dentist morbidly funny in his own way. The tooth is really quite huge. And it came out in one clean piece plus a tiny piece of root tip. Thankfully there are no complications. Worse i heard was no sensation and loss of sense of taste. Imagine a foodie who can't taste!! Horrors! Or having to cut the tooth up into fractions and taking it out piece by piece. Pity its impacted, if it had grown properly, it would probably be the last tooth standing when i'm old and wrinkley. Possible use? Hooking dentures.
I arrived promptly at the dentist's at 1005am. 5mins late... but i waited for the guy before me to pay up so i assume i'm prompt..
Into the dentist's office...
1. Brief examination. Probed around a bit. Nothing much.
2. Signed on a form which basically states --> " The dentist is not to be blamed even if patient turns belly up."
3. Brace yourself for the anesthesia shot. (It feels like an extended version of the BCG skin test.) I asked " Its not painful right?" ( I know its as good as not asking, but i couldn't help it. Its akin to a child asking mummy if the injection's going to hurt, obviously mummy's gonna say no. You juz gotta wait for the kid to start wailing later.)
Anyway the dentist came up with a more qian4 bian3 answer.. "You won't feel pain, just pressure, during the procedure. Anyway pain is perceived by the mind, like Indians who walk over hot coals. But they don't find it painful." He went on about inspirational speakers for a bit and the power of the human mind.
Isn't that a fantabulous answer? I can imagine my dear dentist listening to tapes by inspirational gurus and spending sunday afternoons at the self-improvement section of Borders.
I said --> ' I don't like Adam Koo'.
(By the way, I'm not Hindu, neither do i intend to participate in the next Thaipusam.)
4. Wait for the left side of my jaw, (tongue included) to turn tingly, then numb and dry.
5. The Procedure.
I think i have a stubborn tooth. He must have taken like 30min or so to dig it out. There was drilling, i could feel the vibration and lots of pressure. He was playing tug of war with my tooth. All while instructing his not-very-competent assistant .. 'Susan, more sunction. Susan, you must suck till i can see the teeth clearly.' (That doesn't sound very right does it?) Susan this Susan that...
'Lots of sunction yep and blood of course. One of the fishes in Finding Nemo said the human mouth is a sewer. (I think its the grumpy one who was hell bent on returning to the ocean.) I totally agree. Its amazing isn't it? You eat with it, do raunchy french kisses with it. Speech is impossible without it ..The possibilities are endless. Yet it must be the grossest part of the human anatomy.
6. Finally it was done. I was supposed to rinse. *Yuck, double yuck.*
The dentist, failing terribly in social skills and tact mentioned casually that "Blood when mixed with saliva becomes viscous. You rinse now, after i stitch up the wound, you must swallow the blood, no more rinsing for the first hour at least. "
7. And yes! i was stitched up and ready to go. The good dentist asked if i wanted my tooth back. I said yes. (Hell, this cost me $350 bucks. More than half a month's pay. I'm going take a pic, post it here and gross everyone out!) ANd he popped it into a plastic baggy, with blood and all! I held it up, appraised it with a disgusted look and requested that he rinse it first.
8. I checked my face in the mirror by his sink and found bloodstains *gasp* at the corners of my mouth. I grabbed a tissue, wet it a bit and wiped. The dentist assistant was kind enough to offer me an alcohol swipe. Hell, he could have informed me or something. Obviously this guy doesn't believe in after-sales service.
9. The aftermath.
I'm on my fourth piece of guaze. Taken a painkiller, antibiotics and rinsed with antiseptic mouthwash. I look ridiculous with a piece of Kodomo Cooling Adhesive stuck on my jaw. (Been advised by Spidey to use an ice-pack to reduce swelling and bleeding. I improvised with a tui4 re4 tie1.) Other than a dull throbbing sensation in my jaw and some bleeding i'm good as new. I suppose i can eat something by evening. I feasted on half a pack of Hershey's Kisses last night to stock up on carbo. They were on promotion at NTUC, going at $3.55 a pack instead of 4 plus. Miss Hufferphish's crazed logic at work here. Else i'll just have to survive on bubble tea or ice milo for a day.
By the way i'm feeling quite happy that the offensive tooth has finally been removed for good. Despite his lack of tact, i find this dentist morbidly funny in his own way. The tooth is really quite huge. And it came out in one clean piece plus a tiny piece of root tip. Thankfully there are no complications. Worse i heard was no sensation and loss of sense of taste. Imagine a foodie who can't taste!! Horrors! Or having to cut the tooth up into fractions and taking it out piece by piece. Pity its impacted, if it had grown properly, it would probably be the last tooth standing when i'm old and wrinkley. Possible use? Hooking dentures.
Friday, July 15, 2005
A day as blondie
Today is my last day of work, other than eating Clara's chocolate banana cake -Yummy! Thanks gal! Saying customery goodbyes to people i don't like, giving little tokens to those i like, writing a card for higher power and clearing cookies off the slow lappy and just as slow PC, i've got nothing else to do. Hence i shall blog some more.
Food is something we never run out of at the trade launch. Breakfast, tea - where we help ourselves to the snacks meant for guests, free lunch (Note: Hawker food at hotel prices. Day 1: Chicken rice or Hor Fun. The Chatterbox chicken rice is way overhyped. The portion is huge and they give you all the 4 sauces in little plastic containers. But the rice is super oily and the chicken nodescript. Day 2: Spagetti or nasi Lemak. The spagetti had everybody guessing if its chicken or beef. Those who ate it says its bland. The Nasi Lemak is worthy of its $6 price tag though. That's equivilent to 3 packs outside, so it had better be good. The person who ordered the food said its supposed to be $8 per pax, but the hotel quoted the wrong price and had no choice but to stick with it. A generous portion of omelette, a chicken wing, an otah, the rice is authentic coconut rice and the chilli's good too. Best of all its FREE!
After lunch we help ourselves to the buffet once again, tucking into little custard tarts and chocolate eclairs, while listening to brainwashing speeches of what's real beauty and trying to convince ourselves that we're really all beautiful. I still don't buy it after listening to the same speech four times over. All while waiting for the moment where we're supposed to take off our blonde wigs together.
Objective: To break the stereotype that only Blondes are beautiful. The idea is imported wholesale from the campaign in USA. Hence the blondie thing. Wherever do you c blondes in SIngapore anyway? other than Ah Lians who aspire to be Ang Mohs. Even those are a rare breed nowadays. The statement of breaking stereotypes becomes a moment of comic relief as everybody gets a cheap laugh from seeing a bunch of gers in ugly wigs. Hence the original msg is probably lost amidst the laughter. Moreover your hair gets totally flattened by the wig and all the bunched up ends make you look like Medusa instead of 'Real beauties'.
Other than that, the booths for make-up, haircuts, colour typing, body type analysis and facial masks are quite refreshing. It makes the launch interactive, more like a fairground than a talk. People come and have fun instead of just sitting through a long lecture on how good your product is. Its a soft approach instead of a hardsell technique and that really helps to bring the message across. Eddy from Monsoon added lots of clout to the event. Judging from the long snaking queue from those eager to get a free haircut, he's one hell of a popular guy.
Dove Trade Launch
An eye-opening experience (Read: At last! something interesting to write on my PA report.) Despite being made to stand the whole day and having scratchy white pants, it was miles better than being stuck in the office, staring at data the whole day and eating $2 cai fan.Food is something we never run out of at the trade launch. Breakfast, tea - where we help ourselves to the snacks meant for guests, free lunch (Note: Hawker food at hotel prices. Day 1: Chicken rice or Hor Fun. The Chatterbox chicken rice is way overhyped. The portion is huge and they give you all the 4 sauces in little plastic containers. But the rice is super oily and the chicken nodescript. Day 2: Spagetti or nasi Lemak. The spagetti had everybody guessing if its chicken or beef. Those who ate it says its bland. The Nasi Lemak is worthy of its $6 price tag though. That's equivilent to 3 packs outside, so it had better be good. The person who ordered the food said its supposed to be $8 per pax, but the hotel quoted the wrong price and had no choice but to stick with it. A generous portion of omelette, a chicken wing, an otah, the rice is authentic coconut rice and the chilli's good too. Best of all its FREE!
After lunch we help ourselves to the buffet once again, tucking into little custard tarts and chocolate eclairs, while listening to brainwashing speeches of what's real beauty and trying to convince ourselves that we're really all beautiful. I still don't buy it after listening to the same speech four times over. All while waiting for the moment where we're supposed to take off our blonde wigs together.
Objective: To break the stereotype that only Blondes are beautiful. The idea is imported wholesale from the campaign in USA. Hence the blondie thing. Wherever do you c blondes in SIngapore anyway? other than Ah Lians who aspire to be Ang Mohs. Even those are a rare breed nowadays. The statement of breaking stereotypes becomes a moment of comic relief as everybody gets a cheap laugh from seeing a bunch of gers in ugly wigs. Hence the original msg is probably lost amidst the laughter. Moreover your hair gets totally flattened by the wig and all the bunched up ends make you look like Medusa instead of 'Real beauties'.
Other than that, the booths for make-up, haircuts, colour typing, body type analysis and facial masks are quite refreshing. It makes the launch interactive, more like a fairground than a talk. People come and have fun instead of just sitting through a long lecture on how good your product is. Its a soft approach instead of a hardsell technique and that really helps to bring the message across. Eddy from Monsoon added lots of clout to the event. Judging from the long snaking queue from those eager to get a free haircut, he's one hell of a popular guy.
Quest for white pants
Having been instructed specifically to come in white bottoms on Day 2, short of painting my butt white for a day, i had no choice but to embark on a quest for white pants/skirt after work on Day1. After standing around for a whole day in heels, (Having been instructed by one of the office aunties not to wear flats.. only to see her come in flats on Day 1.) the balls of my feet were aching big time. Same goes for Gan Jiong Spider. We traipsed down the Orchard shopping belt and zipped in and out of shops military style. Fast. Focused. Precise. Taka first, Bossini, U2, then Far East, in search of something budget. Fit for a day of work. The skirts at Far East are far too short. Deemed too slutty for work. Moreover there was no way we could sit on the steps (The usual resting spot for gers in Blonde wigs) in skirts that could barely cover your ass. Spidey found her budget pants from Giordano at Lucky Plaza. They were going at half price. Unfortunately they didn't have it in my size.
Desperate and tired, (By then, my whole feet was aching.) i decided to give mango a shot. Chances were slim though. At 70% off and nearing the end of the crazy MNG sale, the store had mostly been stripped bare. I stood by one of the tables, scanning its contents. A swath of white fabric peeped out from the pile of leftovers, beakoning, teasing. I pulled and a pants 'leg' emerged from the tangled mess. I pulled again, this time with more gusto, and out popped a pair of white pants in my size! I parted with $36 bucks *Ouch* and ended my misery.
The next morning, i discovered to my horror that i had a horrible case of VPL. The pants was semi translucent or something. Not VPL actually, since the whole undie was visible. I don't have white seamless undies. Very pale blues simply don't work. Neither does very pale pinks. (Please don't laugh at my choice of undergarments.) Only one choice remained. The FREE nude T-Back - Company freebie. (Maybe they had anticipated this.) They do give the wierdest things don't they? Like 'drink today, expiring tomorrow' milk, dubious bottles of 'soon to expire' Mayonnaise, and of coz the by now famous ' FREE expiring B&J ice-cream that has graced many a birthday celebrations.
I'm digressing. back to panty problem. Now T-backs are basically like G-strings. Miss Hufferphish doesn't wear G-strings. They don't give me a sense of security. I need to feel protected. Not that anybody's gonna attack my butt. But between a very prominently coloured behind and an unprotected one, i chose the latter.
I thought my troubles were over. But by the end of the day i had a rash the size of about 4 50cent coins on my right hip. Gross. It had been itching the whole day. Culprit? The size and laundry instructions tags sewn on the inside of the pants. Nice.
Desperate and tired, (By then, my whole feet was aching.) i decided to give mango a shot. Chances were slim though. At 70% off and nearing the end of the crazy MNG sale, the store had mostly been stripped bare. I stood by one of the tables, scanning its contents. A swath of white fabric peeped out from the pile of leftovers, beakoning, teasing. I pulled and a pants 'leg' emerged from the tangled mess. I pulled again, this time with more gusto, and out popped a pair of white pants in my size! I parted with $36 bucks *Ouch* and ended my misery.
The next morning, i discovered to my horror that i had a horrible case of VPL. The pants was semi translucent or something. Not VPL actually, since the whole undie was visible. I don't have white seamless undies. Very pale blues simply don't work. Neither does very pale pinks. (Please don't laugh at my choice of undergarments.) Only one choice remained. The FREE nude T-Back - Company freebie. (Maybe they had anticipated this.) They do give the wierdest things don't they? Like 'drink today, expiring tomorrow' milk, dubious bottles of 'soon to expire' Mayonnaise, and of coz the by now famous ' FREE expiring B&J ice-cream that has graced many a birthday celebrations.
I'm digressing. back to panty problem. Now T-backs are basically like G-strings. Miss Hufferphish doesn't wear G-strings. They don't give me a sense of security. I need to feel protected. Not that anybody's gonna attack my butt. But between a very prominently coloured behind and an unprotected one, i chose the latter.
I thought my troubles were over. But by the end of the day i had a rash the size of about 4 50cent coins on my right hip. Gross. It had been itching the whole day. Culprit? The size and laundry instructions tags sewn on the inside of the pants. Nice.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Dumb Blondes
"what's your name?"
"I'm a blond... "
"I mean what's your name.. "
"Oh you can call me blondie then. "
Maybe wearing a blonde wig makes me morph into a Norma Jean wannabe...
FAQ on the wig
"I'm a blond... "
"I mean what's your name.. "
"Oh you can call me blondie then. "
Maybe wearing a blonde wig makes me morph into a Norma Jean wannabe...
FAQ on the wig
Monday, July 11, 2005
Fried to a crisp
Gosh, don’t I feel screwed after the presentation. Have more to evaluate now, like whether I could have made it better, bugged people more aggressively for information or whatever.. Its over and we got fried to a crisp. How demoralising. This was not how I envisioned my PA to be. There were some problems in our data and the arrows juz kept coming, If I had a shield, it would resemble.. say a lotus root? I duno why but this image juz popped into my mind. Of those sliced lotus roots that’s boiled slowly in soup. It has lots of holes. Feeling whimsical now..
Its like the worse presentation ever. I mean have you ever seen a presentation that got interrupted like 10 times? Miss Chiongster started first, and was questioned repeatedly about the ratings and how they were calculated. I admit we had some data errors. That’s our fault. I’m sorry. The rest well, its really not within our control. There were no clear instructions on what to present so we produced everything that past groups did and more. How are we supposed to check placement according to planogram when we didn’t have one to begin with? *Frustration* And we did bug people for it. To no avail though. We got a pathetic handwritten sheet of the ‘right sequence’ and were instructed to ‘make do with it’. That’s just one example of many. The head of the deptmartment didn’t even bother to finish listening. After all, we spent weeks churning out the stuff. She could have bothered to sit through it, even though we’re really just lowly interns. Spider continued, and the arrows had lessened by then. The head of dept walked out like right after I started. And some other guy walked out after her. There were no more questions after that though. The arrows had ceased by then.
There was one kind soul – TK. He actually helped us to explain coz nobody bothered to listen to us when we spoke. The same kind soul who bothers to come and talk to us once in a while.
Our supervisor invited us to lunch with him for the first time after the presentation. Our first free lunch. But of cos there is no free lunch in the world. After a meal of curry fish head, veg, frog legs, chicken and you tiao with pork floss at a zi2 cha4 stall, the bomb came … “SO what do you think of your presentation?” “Could have been better right?” A meek ‘yah’…. “ Did you have enough time to complete?” “Yes we think so, its not the time, its juz that we started out with the wrong definations and we weren’t sure what to do.” “ Oh, After which the floodgates kind of burst. And dear higher power obviously didn’t like it very much. He asked TK to drive us back and he left to visit the trade or sth …
Well, if anything, its coming to an end. I shall juz keep a low profile, stay out of further bombs and get out in one piece.
Its like the worse presentation ever. I mean have you ever seen a presentation that got interrupted like 10 times? Miss Chiongster started first, and was questioned repeatedly about the ratings and how they were calculated. I admit we had some data errors. That’s our fault. I’m sorry. The rest well, its really not within our control. There were no clear instructions on what to present so we produced everything that past groups did and more. How are we supposed to check placement according to planogram when we didn’t have one to begin with? *Frustration* And we did bug people for it. To no avail though. We got a pathetic handwritten sheet of the ‘right sequence’ and were instructed to ‘make do with it’. That’s just one example of many. The head of the deptmartment didn’t even bother to finish listening. After all, we spent weeks churning out the stuff. She could have bothered to sit through it, even though we’re really just lowly interns. Spider continued, and the arrows had lessened by then. The head of dept walked out like right after I started. And some other guy walked out after her. There were no more questions after that though. The arrows had ceased by then.
There was one kind soul – TK. He actually helped us to explain coz nobody bothered to listen to us when we spoke. The same kind soul who bothers to come and talk to us once in a while.
Our supervisor invited us to lunch with him for the first time after the presentation. Our first free lunch. But of cos there is no free lunch in the world. After a meal of curry fish head, veg, frog legs, chicken and you tiao with pork floss at a zi2 cha4 stall, the bomb came … “SO what do you think of your presentation?” “Could have been better right?” A meek ‘yah’…. “ Did you have enough time to complete?” “Yes we think so, its not the time, its juz that we started out with the wrong definations and we weren’t sure what to do.” “ Oh, After which the floodgates kind of burst. And dear higher power obviously didn’t like it very much. He asked TK to drive us back and he left to visit the trade or sth …
Well, if anything, its coming to an end. I shall juz keep a low profile, stay out of further bombs and get out in one piece.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Green tea?
Green Tea...
You are Green Tea!
Strong and very smart you prefer peace to violence
and very rarely take action if it involves
confrontation. But you make up for this with
your keen insight and understanding of the
world and people around you, you have a very
mysterious nature. Many people see you as laid
back and that may be true but you are very
intelligent and make good decisions.
What type of Tea are you? {-With Anime Pictures!-}
brought to you by Quizilla
saw this on elv's site, gave it a try too...
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Don't talk to strangers
Was waiting for the shuttle bus when this guy came up and said i look familiar. I figure i look like many people. A friend once told me i had a common face. I had been mistaken for 'someone from NUS' more than once and i remember once i was mistaken for Sheryl (or isit Cheryl ?) while in the queue for a ride on the "Booster" at chun1 dao4 he2 pan4. Anyway i was waiting for the elusive shuttle (They don't come around much during the vacation period. Frequency's every half hr, as the bus schedule proudly proclaims). I told him nope, not NUS, from NTU actully and here to visit my friend. Then he offered to gimme a ride, and i happily hoped in tinking he's some nice chap who really happened to mistake me for somebody else and is offering me a short ride to my destination.
And there u go, i was juz bloody stupid. People you meet in a school are not necessaily nice or decent or helpful. They can be psycho, crazy, indecent or any combination of the above.
Conversation went along the line of - "I'm popping by to visit my friend who is sick." (And i had assumed he's a student) ... "oh i've graduated. Went to Washington for exchange and i came back for an event. I'm quite liberal. Are you? *Alarm* "ehm, depends on what issue it is" ... " Pardon me for being straightforward, maybe staying overseas has made me more direct. I'll just like to get to know you" But i guess you're not very liberal are you? "..*Alarm* (Anyway what sort of argument is that? Going overseas for a few months makes you 'liberal' and direct??*&&*#@#) " Ehm, just cautious i suppose" *Feeling very uneasy*
"Now, you were not being very cautious by getting into the car were you? "
That really got me stumped. Yes, i was bloody stupid. Oh gosh.. i don't know whether to feel embarrassed or scared. I continued with some mindless chatter. Thankfully the short ride ended soon enough. Before i got off, he asked if "i could just give you a friendly hug"
Oh yuck! N0! i don't think so, and literally flew out. Never trust strangers. The stuff your mummys teach you when you're three and playing at the kiddy playground still applies even when you're 22. Lesson learnt. I won't ever be this stupid again!
And there u go, i was juz bloody stupid. People you meet in a school are not necessaily nice or decent or helpful. They can be psycho, crazy, indecent or any combination of the above.
Conversation went along the line of - "I'm popping by to visit my friend who is sick." (And i had assumed he's a student) ... "oh i've graduated. Went to Washington for exchange and i came back for an event. I'm quite liberal. Are you? *Alarm* "ehm, depends on what issue it is" ... " Pardon me for being straightforward, maybe staying overseas has made me more direct. I'll just like to get to know you" But i guess you're not very liberal are you? "..*Alarm* (Anyway what sort of argument is that? Going overseas for a few months makes you 'liberal' and direct??*&&*#@#) " Ehm, just cautious i suppose" *Feeling very uneasy*
"Now, you were not being very cautious by getting into the car were you? "
That really got me stumped. Yes, i was bloody stupid. Oh gosh.. i don't know whether to feel embarrassed or scared. I continued with some mindless chatter. Thankfully the short ride ended soon enough. Before i got off, he asked if "i could just give you a friendly hug"
Oh yuck! N0! i don't think so, and literally flew out. Never trust strangers. The stuff your mummys teach you when you're three and playing at the kiddy playground still applies even when you're 22. Lesson learnt. I won't ever be this stupid again!
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Everyone has a best feature?
The politically correct answer is a resounding 'Yes!'. Technically it is true. No matter how ugly you are, there must be a 'BEST' something. Like when a guy tells a girl, oh i love your eyes, when he's really prefers the butt or the boob. Oh but that's so superficial isn't it?... Beauty is beyond the outer shell, the body. As all the beautiful Miss Universe pageants would chorus in unison. Its about your personality, your kind heart. Oh, by the way, the person i admire most is Mother Theresa. Or has she been elevated to saint hood already? How about a more intellectually inclined answer then? Yes, your best feature may be intelligence, sense of humor, spunk? That's a psuedo politically correct answer for you.
But then again, i'm having the line emblazoned across my chest. So tell me HONESTLY, what's the FIRST thing that comes to your mind when you see " Everyone has a best feature" blazing across their chest? That's for Tuesday. And I'm a bloody A cup. I don't need to tell everybody that's my BEST feature.
And why is it that everyone with a vagina has to wear 10% Lycra with Spandex? And guys get to wear 100% cotten? That's only telling you to "Be Yourself! Be beautiful!" -->That's for Wednesday. Not everyone looks good in Spandex. Period. Best feature or not. If you force a big ger to squeeze into 10% Lycra, courtesy of Giordano, you create a walking disaster. By the way, those $14 tee shirts in every colour are not that big, even if its an XL. Why wear something that accentuates all the wrong bits when you're supposed to be yourself and beautiful to boot? Or imagine an auntie with a belly, no thanks to a couple of babies. And having that belly encased in Spandex? How's that for BE YOURSELF BE BEAUTIFUL? Being youself certainly does not mean showcasing your blubber for the world to see!
Things take a turn for the better with " My beauty rules". That's the catch phrase on Thursday.
Oh, Have i mentioned that its got to go with white PANTS? Circa 1976 dearies. White pants to show off your cute asses. And yes darling. i can hear the gasp of horror.
But then again, i'm having the line emblazoned across my chest. So tell me HONESTLY, what's the FIRST thing that comes to your mind when you see " Everyone has a best feature" blazing across their chest? That's for Tuesday. And I'm a bloody A cup. I don't need to tell everybody that's my BEST feature.
And why is it that everyone with a vagina has to wear 10% Lycra with Spandex? And guys get to wear 100% cotten? That's only telling you to "Be Yourself! Be beautiful!" -->That's for Wednesday. Not everyone looks good in Spandex. Period. Best feature or not. If you force a big ger to squeeze into 10% Lycra, courtesy of Giordano, you create a walking disaster. By the way, those $14 tee shirts in every colour are not that big, even if its an XL. Why wear something that accentuates all the wrong bits when you're supposed to be yourself and beautiful to boot? Or imagine an auntie with a belly, no thanks to a couple of babies. And having that belly encased in Spandex? How's that for BE YOURSELF BE BEAUTIFUL? Being youself certainly does not mean showcasing your blubber for the world to see!
Things take a turn for the better with " My beauty rules". That's the catch phrase on Thursday.
Oh, Have i mentioned that its got to go with white PANTS? Circa 1976 dearies. White pants to show off your cute asses. And yes darling. i can hear the gasp of horror.
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