The zen in me

Positive

2008-09-14T21:00:00.000+08:00

Be positive even if you know the sky is falling.

The End

2008-07-06T11:25:00.000+08:00

Its been a month since I visited this.

Couple Lab

2008-05-20T22:22:00.003+08:00

Ironman is good.

Zouk is great.

Guess I'm writing retrospectively.

We saw a shop named couple lab. She asked what does that place sell?
And I said a place for couples to experiment.

Interesting.

The Engineers

2008-05-17T20:40:00.006+08:00

Seems like nobody wants to be an engineer no more. In Japan at least.

"But according to educators, executives and young Japanese themselves, the young here are behaving more like Americans: choosing better-paying fields like finance and medicine, or more purely creative careers, like the arts, rather than following their salaryman fathers into the unglamorous world of manufacturing."

I guess the baby boomers and Gen-X folks might still think engineers as one of the better careers. You know, like the reason why my mommy and daddy told me to be a doctor or engineer when I was a kid.

But Gen-Y people are more towards glamorous jobs like investment bankers, stock analysts, derivative traders or whatever trader blah blah.

As long as you are in places like Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley, Barclays or all those damn big banks, you are the elite.

Forget about the subprime crap. Write-offs and losses and all those shats but still the people inside are getting fat bonuses.

That's where all the monies are.

Nobody wants to slog in a factory wearing plain a t-shirt and jeans. So uncool.
Bankers dress to kill.

I guess Japanese kids these days have got American mentality too.

In the days to come, China and India might be full of factories.
I mean really sardine packed with.
Some other third world countries too.
Very attractive low cost centres for the MNCs.

They might call it the centre of excellence.
But still, we all know they meant low cost instead.

Yeah I know it felt like crap to know that you are a low cost worker.

The Spa

2008-05-14T21:49:00.004+08:00

Went for some spa. Think the correct definition is water treatment or something like that.

Really need to bare quite a bit. Almost everything I think.

Don't ask about the price.
'cos we went to those higher end outlet.
Expensive in other words.

Got some bubble bath. Floral milky bath to be precise.

Aromatherapy full body massage.

Don't want to opt for body scrub though.

And don't quite have the time to describe in a more sensual way.
So that's about all.

What a Spider

2008-05-08T21:06:00.001+08:00

Z still called me a drunkard.

I'm so gonna kick the shite out of him.

I really get annoyed with people who are anxious over little little stuff.

What a spider!

Drunkard Not

2008-05-04T19:49:00.001+08:00

Z said that I am a drunkard.

Never listen to him. I'm not.

Too many drinks lately to entertain.

Pretty shattered again.

Shattered

2008-05-01T13:42:00.003+08:00

Tiny L promised not to release my fugly photos if I buy him a drink.

Yes I will.

He's a bit strange lately.

But nevermind that.

Today's Labour Day. Yay!

I'm so deprived of sleep and rest.

Pretty much shattered.

Clogged

2008-04-22T20:31:00.002+08:00

Tiny L is showering.

For almost 30 minutes now.

He said he had to clear up his mess clogging the drain.

Just realized I'm such a fantasy.

Weee...

Drinking sessions lining up in the next few days.

I have to start a new healthy life.

Should I sign up for gym?

The Moolah

2008-04-18T20:55:00.002+08:00

Reading the lonely planet again.

Feels great when splurging the moolah.

Gonna stay at Hilton.

The Letters

2008-04-14T20:02:00.003+08:00

Its kinda strange that there are always letters in the mailbox every other day.
Not just one.
But heaps of them.

And half of them are mine.

There's quite a few people in my house.

Imagine a pile of 10 letters and 5 are mine? Everytime.

Those fcuking bills.

Nothing

2008-04-05T22:43:00.002+08:00

Sometimes its really hard for me to express myself here.

Some people talk about the little little things that excite them.
Of which I found to be plain nothingness.
Call me a bitch for that.

Some people talk about their family problems.
Of which I would never talk about it.

Some talk about their work and the stabbing process.
That would never be seen here either.

Some talk about love.
I do. A bit here and there. Trying not to make your hair erect.

Some talk about their tight financials.
I would never touch that.

I'm left with nothing.

The Lonely Planet

2008-03-31T21:18:00.002+08:00

Sleepy and tired.

You know how it feels like to get 8 injections in an hour?

Anyways I'm gonna go read up some lonely planet.

Holidays. Happy days. Yay.

That Damn Bird

2008-03-21T18:49:00.002+08:00

We saw a drawing on the wall.
It is a bird.
But what kind of bird?

Z said crane.
Methinks a flamingo. I mean what the hell is a crane bird?

Z wanted a bet of ten smooches.
Fine. A Gucci handbag.

So we google it.
Ugh. That damn bird.

Sing It

2008-03-20T23:23:00.002+08:00

Sometimes I sing.

~~~ Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? ~~~

And Z would pull that stupide face.
-_-|||

The Fluid Desire

2008-03-16T16:09:00.002+08:00

"Many women experience a fluid sexual desire that is responsive to a person rather than a specific gender". Said by someone.

In a nutshell, females are all lesbos or near the L word.

Do we really have liquid desires where we move freely and have the tendency to assume the shape of the container?

Very strange.

The Fear

2008-03-11T23:28:00.001+08:00

Face the fear.

You do get braver each time.

The bear

2008-03-10T21:11:00.002+08:00

Woohoo.

All major indexes dropped.

KLCI tumbled real bad.
The States is going from bad to worse.

Woohoohoo.

I'm expecting a big bear.

Augmentin 625mg

2008-03-07T21:30:00.003+08:00

Ohmyholymamafuckinho.

???

I'm just sleepy.
And I've got nothing to say.

I've taken shedloads of drug in these two months. Augmentin.
A pill costs a meal.

Sometimes I think I need valium.

Kinky Toys

2008-02-29T21:22:00.003+08:00

Seems like I forgot to blog about the Valentine's.

Whatever.

That will just make people green. Yes I am hard to please.

Do you think Tokyo is fun?
Think Z might want to buy me a trip.

I'm excited about the kinky uniforms and bedroom toys. Disneyland is boring.

I'm just kidding.
He's not that generous.

I don't mind paying for the round trip tickets for 2 pax.
I'm not that cheapskate to go for some dodgy flights that would fall apart by the way.

It's the hotel and food and transportation that really kills.
Are those toys expensive?

Ridiculous

2008-02-23T19:29:00.003+08:00

I got sick of eating the food here.
Swensen's, Cafe Cartel, Thai Express, Pasta Mania, Crystal Jade blah blah.

Food is never really my thing.
But I need it to live on.

Anyways Z was dipped in a shite job.

My question is...
Who works till 4 a.m. and goes back to work at 8.30 a.m. everyday?
Fcuking ridiculous.

His question was...
Who left work at 5.30 p.m. and back to work at 9.30 a.m.?
Methinks lots of people.

That Pretty Boy

2008-02-20T19:57:00.002+08:00

I had fever.

And what on earth am I doing browsing through Edison Chen's randy schlong sex scandal photos?

Sometimes I wonder what the fcuk am I doing.

Pretty well-endowed by the way.

Wasted 30 minutes.

The Beach

2008-02-17T15:31:00.003+08:00

I was back to the island for a few days.
And I think I did something sorta peculiar.

Which local folk with a right mind would wake up at 8 odd and drive to the beach for a jog there?

The Breakfast

2008-02-16T15:51:00.002+08:00

I love breakfast.
The only meal that I enjoy the most.

But there's only 2 out of 7 days in a week that I get to eat proper breakfast.
The other 5 are spent in the office cubicle with a cup of coffee while checking the overloaded lotus note.

One of the lucky days this week, I was having my breakfast onboard.
Fluffy clouds.
Perfect.

Reading the Wall Street Journal.
An ipod plugged in.
Served with a cup of coffee.
And a sandwich.

Serenity is what I want.

The Evil Twins

2008-02-11T22:43:00.000+08:00

I am never a festive person.

I never like CNY.

Maybe I did. The Y aged 15 years and under.

Anyways, Z, little Z and the evil twins are waiting for the arrival of SQ191 on 12 Feb 11:35:00 Singapore time zone GMT + 08:00.

The Beginning

2008-02-10T21:46:00.000+08:00

Hey.

My name is Y.

The guy beside me is Z.

Y and Z.

Here's gonna be a story I'll be putting you people through.

The story I created.
While I am typing the story here, I am also typing out the facts of Y at the corner of this screen.
That would be left unpublished.

I was really pleased by the fact that my friends asked on the whereabout of this blog.
After a long break.
Its not dead yet.
No doubt there is a thought to kill it.

A friend just said that if I were like everyone else, she would not have been so crazy about me!

*grin*

Apart from Y and Z, the characters of this story, everyone else would be anonymous.

Happy New Year 2008

2008-01-01T17:30:00.000+08:00

Have a good one ahead.

Uncle Dick and the Twins

2007-11-23T11:16:00.000+08:00

Some folks can be creative enough to call their nether regions Uncle Dick and the Twins.

Sorta amused me.

"Uncle Dick and the Twins reporting for duty, sir!"

If you really like me so much, maybe make a book out of all my posts and mail it to me?
I'd be very glad if you did.

Yes I am talking to someone.

Infatuation

2007-11-17T18:37:00.000+08:00

It really made my day to know that someone out there enjoys reading my blog.
Maybe I was born to be a famous author.

People like my short and concise and straight to the point writings.
Perhaps I was born to be lazy.

A friend told me and I just realised that someone out there, somewhere, digged out my stuff and posted them back on the net thanks to Google.
Mossie welcomed me to the world of Google Cache.

Wonder who's behind this little sneaky acts.

I knew.

Never doubt the intellect of my tiny brain cells.

The title is random. It's just a nice song.

Look What You've Done

2007-11-04T13:20:00.000+08:00

I'm really very very lazy to do anything.
People always said that when one grows older, he/she would have more stuff to think and ponder on.

I'll just let things take their own ways.

Look What You've Done by Jet is good music.

Collection of Dreams

2007-10-21T16:31:00.000+08:00

The answer to EG's question is harder than doing complex statistical modelling.
I collect toyboys in my dreams.
At least that is more normal than me saying I'm bored of the male population, aye?

I thought of quitting on this blog. Just a thought.
Second thought is to keep it and remain anonymous.
The idea of letting people read about my life and thoughts is stupide.
Because my life and thoughts are pretty screwed.

I'm currently reading on My Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl.
Roald Dahl writes for kids. Remember Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?
But this book is about sexy frolics and exotic copulation and weird fornication.
Now you see why it interests me.

It is about this smart bloke named Oswald Cornelius. A womanizer. A fornicator.
He travels around collecting spermatozoa from the kings and geniuses in a rubbery thingy. With the help of Yasmin. A Cleopatra.
Freeze the millions of wrigglers under the perfect temperature with liquid nitrogen.
And the observation is that geniuses have got much larger pizzles than ordinary dudes.

I shalt stop a bit here.

Bitchin' Armani

2007-10-19T23:30:00.000+08:00

J always bitch about my shopping trips.
Everytime I walked into the Armani shop, he'll make that stupide face.

Sometimes he gets so reluctant to shop with me that I'll have to threaten him with my ability to get toyboys with a snap of a finger.

I can be evil.

Hard On

2007-10-09T22:43:00.000+08:00

To : Jojo
From : Mark
Subject : You

What Jojo gives - a horn blowing around 500. (4-2)

M xx

Some people have affairs and learn tantric sex.

Me, I get tutored in cryptic crosswords.

Four letters then two.
Linked words.

In Roman numerals, 500 was D.

Blowing around could indicate an anagram?
A horn d?
Daho-rn?
Horn-ad?

Got it.

HARD ON.

Actually I got this from the book I'm currently reading.
The Other Side of the Story by Marian Keyes.

I found it amusing to listen to peeps bitching about stuff.

Poke

2007-10-01T22:07:00.000+08:00

Sometimes embarassing stuff do happened.

I poked a guy that day.
Because I thought he was J.
Both were wearing stripy shirts.

*Shy*

Passion Fruit

2007-09-21T12:11:00.000+08:00

When you love something, be passionate about it.

The Photo Shoot

2007-09-20T22:02:00.000+08:00

I just came back from a photo shoot.
My graduation family portrait.
The whole process is kinda funny to me.
It started with the makeup thingy.
And then followed by around 10 different poses.
In one of them, I've gotta act cute with that peace sign and my leg uh uh I don't know how to explain.
J said it's like those Japanese manga girls.
-_-|||
Oh fuck.
And the photographer keep asking me to smile wider and wider.
I think my jaw dropped down.

That's RM270.
I gotta admit that I'm lazy to shop around for prices.
I just straight away go to a nice looking bungalow studio and the price quoted is within budget so that's it.
Thus I don't know whether I overpaid or not.
My mummy paid anyways.
That's the most expensive package with 8 different poses of 4R, another 11R? and 16R? both with frames.
Free makeup and touchup.

I wonder how much I would be willing to pay for my wedding photos next time.
I guess that time money isn't a problem.
How I look inside those static album is more important.
Vanity always rules.

Why Money is Fucked Up Important

2007-09-17T17:55:00.000+08:00

If my situation is called broke, J might as well be a beggar.
We went to Swensen for breakfast.
And then took a cab up Mount Faber for a couple of drinks.
I can't walk exactly straight after a cosmopolitan.
What the... F.
That's gotta be the altitude.
And then cabbing down the Mount to have some chinese food.
Roasted peking duck.

We went to Thai Express just because I suddenly craved for green curry.
And then to Cafe Cartel again just because greedy J wanted some ribs.

And I'm itchy to get a couple of Armani shirts.

Ugh. The life of the poor is hard to live.

Money is of fucked up high importance.

Ugh.

Trashing Tiny Loon in Pool

2007-09-11T23:28:00.000+08:00

Slacking at home.
For a week.

Today I become a nosey poke at friendster.
I'm rarely interested in people's life though.
And I got 32 views since the beginning of this month.
I never thought people would really go look at my profile since I'm always inactive in there.

Psst. I trashed Tiny Loon in pool.
Woohoo.
4 out of 6 games.
*big grin*
I know he's so gonna kill me.
But heck.

And I treated him a good meal at Chilis.
He had a lamb shank. And I got myself a few fajitas.
It's pretty ex actually.
But in terms of dollars, come to think of it, it's pretty alright.

I'm pretty much broke lately.
I treated J to Cafe Cartel. It's just 30 over dollars actually. Heh.
They have nice pork ribs there. SGD 15 for a huge serving.

And then I treated a friend to this crepes place at Raffles City.
I forgot the name of the restaurant.
That's another 40 over bucks.

And some shopping stuff.
That's another 200 plus bucks.

Ugh. Money is hell important.

Burlpony

2007-09-07T21:24:00.000+08:00

It's been a while since I wrote something here.
I think I just lost interest in writing.
Or maybe I just don't want to reveal things about me that much.
On the net.

Ugly late nights for me throughout this week.
My usual time to leave the office is around 530?
P.M.
J always bitched about me being too free and too lazy and yet I'm working in a foreign bank.
A place that gives people the impression that bankers work round the clock and leaving at 10 p.m. is early and 2 a.m. is okay.

And then he started to bitch about the world being unfair and that I always landed with good stuff.
Just because my per hour pay is higher than his? Blek.

And then he continued to bitch about my housemates coming back from work later than me and yet my cash inflow is 40 percent higher.

And then he asked me to sub a platinum card to him.
Ish. That's unfair. I refused. Hee.

Hmmm.

I'm changing this to burlpony.blogspot.com.

I can't think of a proper name.
That burlpony thingy is J's favorite word.
So stupide right?

Today is Tiny Loon's birthday.
He's turning 23 today.
Big boy already.
And he is happily waiting for me to go back to Penang next week.
Because he likes to go out with girls.

Aminahs = Fatimahs = CMI

2007-08-29T21:06:00.000+08:00

I waited for 20 minutes before someone picked up my call.
The website screwed up so I need to check the availability of my flight tickets through the phone.
Just one word to describe Malaysia Airlines service.
SUCKS.
Big time.

20 minutes of waiting time was spent on reading the chicken pie blogger's stuff.
After 20 minutes, someone finally answered.
An Aminah.
And then she asked me to hold on because she needed to transfer me to another person.
So I held on for another 15 minutes.
A Fatimah this time.
And she asked me to wait while she checked the availability.
*click clack sound of a keyboard*
For a freakin' 10 minutes!

My housemates were waiting for me for a piece of prata.
Supper. To fatten me up.

After checking for 10 minutes, she said sorry as the system appeared to be down.
So I asked her to call me back when the system is up.

As expected, she never called.

Aminahs and Fatimahs really CMI.
Cannot Make It.

Ugh.

Anyways, Tiny Loon got a long list of plan for me.
There's Brasil something, Chilis, T.G.I., Bagan, the Ritz Carlton and some other names I don't quite remember.
Very excited of him.
And he's going to pole dance for me too.
Full Monty style.

Heh.

Silhouette Art?

2007-08-25T14:12:00.000+08:00

That's me.
A piece of art cut out by a pair of scissors.

Hmmm. I'm procrastinating.
And that sucks.
Planned to enrol for CFA since the beginning of my final year in university.
But till now, I'm still dilly dallying.
Something J would say... lazy shites.

I think he might be right if the shites were dropped.

I think I need to learn the art of appreciation.
If you want something, work hard for it.
I never did.
Things just conveniently fell down on me.

I need to love.
And be loved.

Akon rocks.

Ciao.

The Booze

2007-08-20T22:41:00.000+08:00

J finally read my shopaholic series!

*gasped*

I tried Bacardi Coke on Saturday night. With my housemates.

That's a nice one.
Besides my usual vodka lime.

That day was the first time I played basketball.
And I gave 5 shots in a row.
I think it is a nice game.
Just that I don't quite have the stamina for heavy sports.
I'd run out of breath.
Even in my own shag pad.

I've disabled the archive.
And limit the page to 3 posts.
So that people can't dig.

The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani is good music.
Woohoo. Weehoo.

That's all for the bits and pieces of my life.

Smallish

2007-08-17T20:56:00.000+08:00

All the teeny weeny things.

Let you have a peek at my convocation ceremony and convocation ball photos.
Before I take them off the net.
I didn't upload my individual photos though.

Picasa is superb.
It is such a convenient tool for the camera owners to upload photos for their friends to download.

NBS Convocation Ball 2007

NTU Convocation 2007

Hyperthermia

2007-08-16T20:23:00.000+08:00

I think little EG is suffering from hyperthermia too.

It needs to come out for some fresh air.

Hoho.

In serious cases it can lead to collapse and coma.
So don't play play yo.

So Hot

2007-08-15T18:55:00.000+08:00

Little J is dying of heat stroke.

ABCDEFG

2007-08-14T19:48:00.000+08:00

I need to rename this.
Burlpony is really available.
Little J is taken though.
I tried from A to Z.
All taken.
Ish.

The Stunning Burlpony

2007-08-12T14:29:00.000+08:00

For once, Tiny Loon said that I am stunning.
With that white gown.

Good things about me never come out of his mouth.

I just turned *pink*.

Actually I should have gone to the salon for a hairdo and makeup makeover.
But as usual, the slacker in me kicked in.
And I'm not that vain.
So I didn't go for that.

The magic of makeover really helps to beautify an ugly duckling into a pretty daisy duck.

For a split second, I thought of changing the url of this blog to another name.
Say, burlpony.
What fuck is that?
I will change it once a nice name came into my mind.

Just a Little Faith

2007-08-08T21:48:00.000+08:00

J said that I am a very confident person.
Actually I am not.
I just have a little faith.
In myself.

And let it be.

Because everything will always be fine.

My nerdy specs.

The books.

Fyee, Mossie and Sarah.

This was the best photo of the day.

In terms of contrast.

Because it was taken by Mossie's bro with his semi pro camera.

Everyone commented on the many stuff on my hand.

2 bunches of flowers, a bear and a wand.

My left arm almost dropped off.

I'm serious.

At the ball.

Look at the pretty art in our hands.

Mossie, Sarah, Cwei, Fyee and Luke.

I've uploaded some photos at friendster.

I've got more but you know, slackers will always be slackers.

Sorry No Photos

2007-08-04T14:53:00.000+08:00

I noticed that a few people have been googling for NBS Convo Ball and stumbled on this crap blog.

So I tried to google that as well and tragically found myself at the 2nd hit.

But so sorry for not posting any photos here because I don't want myself to be scattered all over the net. On second thought.

The first hit is obviously the official blog for the event itself called oldschoolaffair.blogspot.com.
Skipped that.

The 2nd hit is this crap blog.
Passed again.

The 3rd hit onwards, I clicked.
And I found a lot of NBS Convo Ball and NTU Convocation Ceremony photos scattered all over the places.
They must have spent a great deal of time uploading those.

I'm a dissapointment.

The Lady in White

2007-07-29T23:21:00.000+08:00

Before the NBS Convocation Ball.

I wonder when will I wear that again.

J in pajamas.

Stups boy.

I feel so lazy to post the proper photos and blog about all the stuff.

There are just too many photos.
Though, I don't quite like to take my own image.
Because I don't know how to smile.
And say cheese.

My Cuppy Cup Cake

2007-07-27T23:07:00.000+08:00

My J says, "I am invisible!".

He feels abandoned.

He wanted to join S.P.C.A.

I think I am just too tired.
Most of the time.

But still, there is always my cute cuppy cup cake.

Convocation 2007

2007-07-24T22:54:00.000+08:00

Convocation Day.
2007.

I will upload proper photos next time.

Heh.

Just for kicks.
The nerdy look.
With specs.

A bush of pink lilies, a white lily, a bear bear and a cutey pink star.
My left hand almost dropped off.

The white lily.

The congratulation wand.

Closer.

Teddy bear. Hee.

Pink lilies.

Misc.

A Blood Sucking Nightmare

2007-07-23T10:55:00.000+08:00

Someone is chasing after me.
Jumping from table to table.
Chair to table.
Table to chair.

That someone is chasing after me to suck my blood!
>.<

Phew.

I woke up breathless.
I feel so exhausted.

What a nightmare.

Ugh.

Eeneemeeneemyneemo

2007-07-20T20:37:00.000+08:00

Transition Period

2007-07-16T22:22:00.000+08:00

Ugh.
I went to the doc 4 times in 2 weeks.
-_-
Blardy hell.
The doc said that my lungs might be sensitive due to my asthma history.
But my asthma was donkey years ago when I was a little kid.
I still remembered the times whereby I need to go to the hospital or child specialist regularly to take medicine and stuff.
But I was fine after that.

Work is great.
And lunches cost 15 bucks per meal. -_-
While babies lunched at their mothers' breast.
I wish.

Last week, I received a couple of calls everyday without picking them up.
My phone is always in silent mode without vibration.
Because I think it is noisy and irritating to let the phone sings in the office.

Finally, today, I managed to catch 2 calls.
Both from Citigroup.
From two different person.
For two different position.

Hoho.

Life is great when good things keep coming.
But shit happens at times.

I need to sleep now. Drowsiness caused by dhasedyl syrup.
Hmmm. What else do I want to say?

Oh shucks. I haven't buy a gown for my convo ball.
And learn how to beautify my face with make up.
I am good at art but I just don't understand why I sucked real bad when it comes to designing my face.

Practice makes perfect.

I had a one-on-one trainer.
And she thinks I am smart.
Because she said that my boss told her that I am smart.

Gosh. I haven't even do anything significant.
Not a tinge of contribution yet.

Sometimes I really prefer people to think that I am stupide.

Less stress.
Less pressure.
Better life.

I want to eat my cuppy cup cake.

Early Bird

2007-07-13T22:51:00.000+08:00

Some people are damn fucked up.
What a fucktard.
And oh yea, I know you are reading this.

Aight. Forget about that. Non-important stuff.

There goes my first week of work.
Tiring but it was great.

It has been so weird.
I plopped down to bed at 9 p.m.
-_-|||
My usual sleeping hours were in a.m.

In one of the nights, I woke up at around 1 a.m. thinking it was morning already.
So I checked the time at my mobile. To confirm.
And I saw a sms from EG.
Saying that he misses me.
Haha.
It wasn't that.
He was just asking how's my work. Or what am I doing.
Those stuff.
Not the hanky panky hugs and muacks.

He must be thinking that I've gone cuckoo to be sleeping at around 9 plus.

And I hope that his wife-to-be doesn't happen to read this blog.

Sometimes bloggers really have no idea who's reading their stuff.
Scary shites.

Dog Tired

2007-07-11T21:10:00.000+08:00

I'm very tired.

Phew.

Scary Shites

2007-07-06T18:10:00.000+08:00

Hmmm. I suddenly feel that keeping a blog is a scary affair.
What if my boss suddenly google my name?
Google is so powerful that you can dig every single juicy info out of it.
Gosh.
And the things he would see here are penises and g spot.
Oh Jesus. Mary and Joseph.

Ahhh. It was really a bad idea to choose Sarah Yew [my imaginary friend's name].

I logged in to the stats counter just now and I happened to observe that someone from this particular MNC was digging at my archives for a couple of hours with approximately 20 page views.

If that person is my boss, I would need a coconut shell.

-_-|||

Luckily my boss doesn't know my imaginary friend's name.

Life's a Bastard

2007-07-05T10:16:00.000+08:00

Why life is such a bastard?
Why do some people get every fucking thing?
It wasn't fair.

- Gemma

That was from a book I'm currently reading.
A girlish book.
The Other Side of the Story by Marian Keyes.

There's just too many things to do on earth.
Wondering if Martians are also that busy.
But then I think there is no solid evidence of life there.

House hunting is tiring.
Staying here is draining.

Je suis fatigué.

Work gonna start next Monday.
Ergophobia?
I hope not.
I'm going to be an investment accountant starting next Monday.
Some people might be curious about my career, which bank or MNC I got into, how much I'm earning, etc. etc.
But work related matters would never be stated in this blog.
That's professionalism?

Previously, my life was hectic with job hunting and interviews.
There is just too many interviews.
And I just realized what a puddinghead I am.
Because that time the results were not out yet.
So considering the fact that everyone is kiasu-cum-kiasi here, they would definitely state EXPECTED 1st class honours in their resumé.
Only dumbass people like me innocently wrote down EXPECTED 2nd upper class honours.
So I guess I get less calls as compared to those FAKE 1st class honours.

With 1st class honours, you send your CV out in the morning, you would get a call in the afternoon, asking you to go down for an interview tomorrow.
That is a realistic down-to-earth earth.

I got another offer today.
When you need them, they never appear.
When you don't need them, they keep coming.

Sometimes I believe in faith.
Everything will work out fine.
Every little scattered pieces will fall into the correct places when the time comes.
They never fail me.

The more you are desperate of something, the further that something drifts away.
Sometimes I get nervous too but I wear a nonchalant face a.k.a. I-don't-give-a-wee-fuck face.
That's what people said.
When you are desperate, you make mistakes, fumble and fall.

Just like those shown on tv dramas when a geeky nerd faced guy approaches a hot chick.
He is desperate because he's still a virgin when his jock friends got laid a zillion times.
So he would stutter, his limbs get twitchy and accidentally grope at the wrong place.
And the girl runs away.
He got kicked at the nuts before the girl ran away.

Anyways, the medicine got a kick out of me.
My poetry nerves haven't thought of anything to continue the poem below.

A day has passed by without me thinking of you less
Another day has passed by without me wanting you less

- Tiny Loon

The Sexy Optimus Prime

2007-07-02T16:27:00.000+08:00

Tiny Loon used to say that God is fair.

Is it?

He said that smart girls are ugly. Because they have a nerd face.
And pretty girls are dumb.

I am into the crap category.
So hopefully I don't have a nerd face.
Because it is downright pathetic to have a crap brain together with a dorky face.
Ugh.
And I have no one to blame.

Anyways, we went to watch Transformers last Saturday.
I'm not into robots.
But J is crazy about that because he grew up watching such stuff.

I give it a shot since everyone said that it is awesome.

It is indeed entertaining. But I still do not fancy Transformers.
Maybe it was the temperature.
It was too cold and I was wondering why the show was such a drag.

Actually I know nothing about Transformers.
Until J told me that they are alien robots that come from planet Cybertron.
The heroes are called Autobots. Led by Optimus Prime.
And the evil bots are Decepticons. Led by Megatron.
So the whole thingy is just about good robots fighting the evil ones.

At least I got to know the brief background of Transformers before the show starts.
Otherwise I would be lost.

Ugh. My coughing got quite bad.
And I'm sick of that sarsaparilla flavoured cough syrup.

Life's a Bitch

2007-06-30T14:34:00.000+08:00

Life's a bitch.
A couple of friends and I were hunting for a unit.
We viewed 6 units in total.
And 5 out of 6 are really fucked up.
-_-|||

J said I'm being too paranoid.
But I am almost a perfectionist.
So...
Sigh.

Anyways, my J suffered from a guilty pang because he wanted me to turned down an opportunity to work around the globe with a huge firm. And stay in Singapore at least for a few years.
I do the math. Eh, I didn't do the math. I was told about the probabilities.
There is a 50% chance of being selected to go to Germany for a technical test.
And finally, a 40% chance of getting the position.
Pretty high probability.
But then again, I might not be that good afterall.
I might fail.
But I am still flattered to be among the 10 people selected out of a pool of few hundreds applicants.
I thought I was crap.

I've always wanted to go into asset management.
Hopefully, a fund manager one day.
Oh well, I guess I'm okay with the second best.

Opportunities come and go.
We just need to stop searching and start somewhere.

Ugh

2007-06-28T18:37:00.000+08:00

Just too many things to do.

Period.

Hmmm...

2007-06-26T12:36:00.000+08:00

Have a little faith.
Faith in me.

And fuck Hush Puppies.

A Broken Heart...and My Foot Hurts

2007-06-25T18:28:00.000+08:00

I'm suffering from great pain now.
From the wound at my leg.

And that duh Tiny Loon read me a poem instead of healing my foot.

It goes like this...

My heart was taken by you,
Broken by you,
And now is in pieces because of you.

I know in reality we can't be together,
So I just close my eyes,
And you're right here with me,
In my dreams you're mine forever.

A million words would not bring you back,
I know because I've tried,
Neither would a million tears,
I know because I've cried.

Love is a precious gift that people try to hold onto until the end of time,
Even when there is nothing left to hold.

It's hard to pretend you love someone when you don't,
But it's harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do.

I'm scared to lose you,
When I don't even have you.

True love leaves a memory no one can steal,
And a heartache no one can heal.

It's good to miss someone sometimes,
Even if it hurts your heart.

I keep telling myself that I don't miss you,
And that I don't love you,
Hoping someday I'll believe it.

*sobsob*

My foot hurts.
And the poem is sad.

Hmmm...

2007-06-24T21:48:00.000+08:00

Just have a little faith.

Kentucky Fried Chick?

2007-06-22T00:17:00.000+08:00

Someone wants to fly over for my convo.
Teehee.

Yesterday I was out for a while so I didn't turn off my MSN.
When I came back, there were 8 MSN messages flashing at the bottom of my screen.

So J said I am hot stuff. That's why.

Tiny Loon then said I am hot and spicy. ~~Finger licking good.~~

Mossie proceeded with...I am neither hot nor spicy.

So what am I?
Kentucky Fried Chick?

Ish.

Ahhh. I want to sleep now.

Damn Picky

2007-06-19T22:56:00.000+08:00

People always think that I am a super duper choosy person.

Hmmm...

Just to confirm that you are right.

In Love with a Cue Ball

2007-06-18T23:05:00.000+08:00

I think I'm too short for a 9 foot pool table.
Phew.

That means I would always be at the disadvantage whenever I play with guys.
Tall guys especially.

If I were to play snooker, I think I would need to climb onto the table and that time you can salivate and feast your eyes on my deep cleavage.

A friend and I went for a movie after the pool session.
Fantastic 4 that is.
I wouldn't say that it is freaking good but it is sure entertaining.
Johnny is cute.

And I've got 5 missed calls and a sms after the show ended.
I think I've missed an important call.
Shit shit.
Sometimes I can be a damn puddinghead.

The Funny Pandaa

2007-06-17T15:51:00.000+08:00

Someone said that my previous entry is cute.

She's the cute one in fact.
So nah!

Brain cells for you.
Remember to return it to me when you graduate.

I'm a bit lazy to draw one.
So just took it from the net.
I wonder whether is it legal to take people's stuff like that through the net.

Pandaa?

Why You Never Attract Pretty Things?

2007-06-15T17:09:00.000+08:00

Tiny Loon was commenting on my previous post.
He used this girl as an example.
Let's call her X.

His comments on X.

1. Short hair
2. Loud
3. Fugly
4. Short legs
5. Big face

He is the most evil friend I have.
Bleh.

Have you ever thought of what's wrong with you and why you never seem to attract a single guy/girl?
And why you never have a boyfriend/girlfriend before?

Here's Malaysia and Singapore. So no sex issue.
We don't feel shy just because our hymens are still intact.
Hymen is the name of the greek God of Marriage.
As for the guys, be patient. Don't simply poke.

Back to the questions above.

Actually there's nothing wrong with that.

It's just that someone out there haven't notice and appreciate you.
It's just a matter of time.

It's not the iron rule that hot guys must only end up with kawaii chicks.
If you are hideous but have a good heart, you might end up with a cute guy as well.
That's when you are in luck.
Caught a big fish.

Sometimes, people tend to gossip.
Oh fuck. This is unfair.
Why that crabby nauseating girl ended up hooking that hot guy?
Shits happened.

God knows you are desperate.
But don't feel bad.
Having a boyfriend/girlfriend is not the bestest thing on earth.
What's the bestest thing on earth anyways? Orgasm?
I had a tiny orgasm in my dream last night.
Okay. Back to the topic.

Never pursue the guy/girl.
Let him/her come after you.

If everyone has this way of thinking, then who's going to be the first mover?

Everyone will just sit back and wait for the fishes to eat their baits.

I never ask.
Maybe I just don't have the courage.
There's no one for me to ask in the first place.

I'm more like an underwriter.
Approve or reject application.
So the matter of love has never been a problem to me.

I might be ugly.
J Lo is to 10. Me is to 1.
But luckily I'm taken, shaken and not stirred.

How many heads you manage to turn everytime you walk by?
Do a lot of people stare at you?

Sad to say, I don't have the assets to make heads turned.
Sometimes, a head happened to turn and I thought there is shit on my face.

Not a lot of people stare at me either.
Today, a girl stared at me. I know who's she. She knows who am I. But we are not friends.
I almost thought I have a third eye on my forehead.

And maybe perverts.
They stare at every girl anyways.
If perverts don't even want to glance at you, don't fret, because you are safe.

I'm Confused

2007-06-14T16:29:00.000+08:00

On average, Singaporeans sleep for 5 hours a day.

And I, uh, too shy to say laaa.
No wonder I'm always lack of time.

Shits.

Tiny Loon asked why he always have to attract piece of shits?

We tend to attract things/persons we do not like.
That is true. Partially.

But then again, attracting things/persons you don't like is better than none.
I don't wanna attract a fly.

Aim for the stars and fall on the cloud.
It won't hurt that much.

The girl of Tiny Loon's dream...

1. Long hair
2. Soft spoken
3. Pretty [Mandatory]
4. Long legs
5. Slim
6. Small face

Eh. Look for inner beauty also laaa.

If all the guys only want pretty girls, then how about those ugly or mediore ones?
Feed the dogs ahhh?

Open your eyes.

I don't know what title to put for this post.
I'm confused.

Standing Erect

2007-06-10T12:50:00.000+08:00

J asked me to study hard and don't be a lazy bum so that I would be able to get First Class Honours.

Of which I replied, "First Class Honours just makes you a nerd".

And he said I'm a sour grape.

Fine.

I don't need that. And I'm serious.

Do you remember the time when you get straight As for SPM?
Some even got into the newspapers. Big deal! Hoho.
It was such a biggie that time. Better than having a multiple orgasm in a night.
But who gives a fuck about your SPM now?

Who on earth would give a rat's ass about the flying colors of your UPSR now?

Once, I was a sloth. But I still study like shit at the very last minute.
And that had earned me a trip to the stage every year.
Also earned a few bucks from there.
I don't remember exactly but the prizes should be as follows:

1st position: RM 25
2nd position: RM 20
3rd position: RM 15
Consolation: RM 10 for the top scorer per subject.

Once, I got over 80 bucks. You do the math. But only once laaa.
That was for my mom and dad. Something for them to be proud of their daughter.

I turned into a bigger sloth year after year.
So the monies went down exponentially and stabilized at 40.

I used to be proud of myself back then.
The joy of looking at the rest sink underneath while I was still erect.
Defying gravity.

But I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

Now, I see no joy even if First Class Honours were to fall down from the sky.

Look Closer

2007-06-09T22:28:00.000+08:00

Atticus said...

“ To truly understand a person you must get inside their skin and walk around in it for awhile.

Once you look closer, you see something more in everyone.

Pulin?

2007-06-08T09:38:00.000+08:00

I hope Pulin doesn't make me drowsy.

Nah! Give You a Bone

2007-06-07T12:45:00.000+08:00

I found a bone.

And there is a love note inside.

Bookmark This

2007-06-05T11:09:00.001+08:00

Some from friends. Some for charity.
The remaining fell from the sky.

Where is Super Mario?

2007-06-04T11:48:00.000+08:00

I keep pestering J that his games are boring.
He played RPG games like Oblivion and Two Worlds.

But I want to play games like uh, Super Mario.
Walk walk, jump jump, hit hit and eat stuff.

Okay. Nobody is playing these type of games anymore.
Fine.

J found Shrek 3 for me.
Super kiddish kind of game.
Too easy to my liking.

Nintendo still rocks. Super Mario is great!
I grew up with that.

Once upon a time, Little Sarah asked her daddy for a TV game console.
One sunny afternoon, a black game console dropped down from the sky.
Lucky her.

So she started to play Super Mario Bros and straight away fall in love with it.
She would play with it day and night.
Playing happily ever after with the console, cartridge, gamepad and the TV.

One fine day, Nintendo came into her life.
A Game Boy suddenly dropped down on her roof.

Life is different now.
It is time to say goodbye to the black one.

Super Mario appeared in her life again.
But this time on a handheld console.
She thought she is going to live happily ever after with Game Boy.

But after a couple of years, Windows 95 came into her life.

Argh.

There are so many interruptions in life.

Why a Hardcover Book is Better?

2007-06-01T13:31:00.000+08:00

Why a hardcover book is better?

Because it burns better in case of emergency.
Lizards are scared of death caused by a hardcover book more than a paperback.

And they are printed on acid-free paper.
Okay. pH 7 and you can preserve it longer.
So what?
My Half-Blood Prince turned yellowish even before I start to read it.

Speaking of Harry Potter, I haven't pre-order the Deathly Hallows.
I don't see the need to pre-order.

This kind of book can easily sell a million copies nationwide in the first 24 hours.
People are crazy.

I'm not a hardcore fan of Harry Potter but I do keep a collection of them.

Usually I'm not in a hurry to read a book.
Just wait for a few months after the release, and that's the time for me to pick up a hardcover Harry Potter book for 10 bucks or less.

The price of a hardcover book just suck your nuts.

Once the paperback is out, the price of hardcover will plunge.

If the hardcover had been mass produced, which are likely, you will see the price falls to a great bargain with the books scattered all over Borders.
Simple economics tells you that when supply is greater than demand, the price drops.

That is when I got The Order of the Phoenix for SGD 8.
And The Half Blood Prince for SGD 10.
Both hardcover.

Dirt cheap.

Hardcovers are targeting on people who are impatient to get their hands on the books.
Those who are willing to pay a premium.

So how to reap a profit from these people?
Extend the hardcover's shelf life. Delay the paperbacks.

Hardcore fans and readers would just shrug their shoulders and fish out more monies for the hardbacks.

What is Joghurt?

2007-05-31T15:54:00.000+08:00

I chewed on gum a lot more than I eat banana.
I used to buy gum in dozens.
Cuckoo me.

What is joghurt?
It sounds like yoghurt in German to me.
So I bought it.
The product of bacterial fermentation of milk.

Why do I always have to like bacteria?
I love Vitagen.
That is a staple food.

That day, Belink showed me the url to Wu Zun's personal blog.
That guy is the main actor in Hana Kimi, a taiwanese cheesey drama.
So I briefly glanced through the blog.
And I found out that he likes yoghurt and milk too.
I thought yoghurt is a girlish food?

Okay. Maybe I shouldn't use food as sex discrimination.

Chocolate is chocolate.
Sex is sex.

?

I'm too lazy to remove zits for him.

Tiny Loon says: I miss you. Fast fast come back laaa.

sarah y says: *shy*

TL says: Cis. Come back laaa. Waiting for your call everyday.

sarah y says: *giggles*

That boy can't wait to bring me to T.G.I. Friday's.

He is still single. And he is available too.
Any takers?

There is a bunch of girls lining up for him.
But he refused.
Poor little kittys.

And uh, he attracts boys too.

Why I never attract guys like Rain?

He is so damn cute. I want to eat him up.

Lesson #01: Being too choosy is not good. You might end up with nothing.

Okay. Back to the book.

To kill a mockingbird.

Guardian Aunty & J

2007-05-28T00:11:00.000+08:00

We were at Guardian.
I was looking at some hair products.
And J was less than a meter away, looking at some stuff.

Suddenly, a middle aged woman approached me.
Let's call her the Guardian Aunty.

Guardian Aunty says: Need help?

sarah y says: It's okay. Thanks.

GA says: Are you with him? [Pointing to J.]

sarah y says: Yea. *smiles*

The Guardian Aunty inched forward and reached J.

GA says: Need help?

J says: It's okay. Thanks.

GA says: Are you with her?

J says: Nope.

J didn't know that I was behind him and that Guardian Aunty was asking her about me.

The Guardian Aunty turned back to me.

GA says: I'm so confused!

And I burst out laughing my ass off.

GA says: You said you are with him but he said he's not with you wo.

And I continued to laugh.

GA says: *giggles*

J was shy so he tried to steer clear of GA.

GA says: I think he's a very good and honest guy. *giggles*

sarah y says: HA HA HA.

Pudding Heads

2007-05-27T23:13:00.000+08:00

I have been watching a Taiwanese drama lately.
It's called Hana Kimi.
Starring Ella from S.H.E. and some guys I don't even know their names.
Watching this type of silly crap shows can be really entertaining and hilarious.
But J refused to watch such shallow stuff with me.

Sometime ago, my little bro told me that Sonria Pasta is funny too.
I think his little GF watched so he had to accompany.
But I can't find any seeders for that.

The previous Taiwanese drama I watched was It Started with a Kiss.
The cast of characters in this drama are prettier I think.
Thus, I prefer this than Hana Kimi.
I like pretty things.

And from these two serials, I gathered that the girls are always dumbarses.
The guys are always hot, excellent atheletes and have John Nash's brain.
Yea. Finger licking good.

Why do the girls always have to act like idiotic stuporous pudding heads?

And why do all the hot guys always fall for pudding heads?

I want to be a pudding head too!

The Deadly Sin

2007-05-24T14:38:00.000+08:00

Define jeolousy.
One of the seven deadly sins.
What makes you jeolous?
Is that good?
Bad?

Good because it shows that you care.

Jeolousy won’t exist if you don’t give a fuck about that person.

You don’t envy Angelina Jolie just because Brad Pitt chooses her over you.
But you might be jeolous if guy X chooses your friend instead of you.

You don’t feel jeolous over Britney Spears and Paris Hilton for partying 24/7 at some hip peepholes just because you don’t have that pretty face and/or ass and/or boobs to flaunt about.
But you might feel physically deprived over the stunner good friend of yours.

Bad because it is obviously bad.

What a life.

Everyone wants to be envied by people.

Envy their…
Cutesy face.
Stunning figure.
Big boobs.
Smart brain.
Filthy wealth.
Hawt BF/GF.
Cutey chihuahua.

What else?

Hell a laundry list.

The Ritz-Carlton

2007-05-23T14:09:00.000+08:00

The Ritz Carlton is superb.
The food.
The service.
The ambience.
Everything.

We had a Japanese style seafood buffet.

All my favorite oysters, mussels, crabs, prawns and Ni Hotate sushis are there!
And J's favorite sashimi.
Hoho.

They have real nice desserts too.
Nice cheesecake and et cetera.

They offered cheese too. In cubes.
Of which my stups J thought they were tofus.
I almost puke out the smelly cheese.
Ugh.

And we happily ordered 2 glasses of juice.
They are really pure.
No ice. No mixture with tap water.
And they came with a pretty price of 10 bucks each.
Holy cow.
-_-|||

No photos. Because I feel paiseh to take photos of my food.
I don't like to use flash at these places.
It makes people stare at my direction.
Without flash, the photos would not be clear in such dim lightings.

So no pretty photos of me, >.< but everything is jotted down here.

There is a live band there.
And they happened to play a jazz piece that I am searching for lately.
Misty by Erroll Garner.

Out of the blue, the live band suddenly played a birthday song!
Eh?
Then, my J started to squeak the birthday song. Soft soft one laaa.
And everyone clapped.
And then, J showed a thumbs up to the band.
Eh?
That was for me!
Hee.

I thought it was for someone else.

Okay. I'm getting old.

>.<

And thank you for all the many wishes.

A Bangle & The Ritz

2007-05-22T11:06:00.000+08:00

I'm kind of obsessed with bangles and bracelets.
And leather bracelets too.
That day I saw a pretty leather bracelet at Perlini's Silver but it's around SGD150 for the leather with a silver thingy hanging there.
Not worth, huh?

A couple of months ago, I wanted to get J a bangle and encrypt something on it.
I have faith in the intelligence of my J to decrypt my sophisticated encryption.
Hoho.
Don't expect cheesy stuff like "I love you" or "You lub me" engraved onto the naked surface.

But he doesn't like pretty stuff dangling on his wrist. Besides a watch.

>.<

Simple.
I like simple things.

I want this but I can't find it.
J said that is so SM.

And I'm going to The Ritz-Carlton tonight.

Hee.

Big J, Little J & St. James

2007-05-19T17:25:00.000+08:00

It is good to be a nobody.
You have peace.

Yesterday, Tiny Loon said that he visited this blog every hour.

See. I always knew there is somebody out there who is an avid reader of this crap blog.
That somebody just prefers to keep quiet.

Hoho.

Be positive.

It is good to cheat yourself.

By the way, I'm happily staying at home today. Big deal!

Yesterday...

J says: I have a friend whose name is James too. But he's the Big James and I'm the Little James.

sarah y says: You are a penis?

J says: -_-||| Cis.

sarah y says: Hee.

J says: Big James and Small James took a cab called I love James to St. James.

So I had a vodka lime. My favorite.
And a few sips of Bourbon Orange Juice. Yuck.

J had 2 glasses of beer. A vodka lime. A Bourbon Orange Juice.
And my leftover Bourbon.

Paris Hilton, Ruffles & a Fugly Alien

2007-05-18T12:59:00.000+08:00

I was cleaning my room the other day.
Trying to eliminate stuff.
So I digged out some junks amd I found this.

A Paris Hilton CD.
Why would I have that?

A free goodie when I bought my handphone last time.

The heiress to the Hilton Hotel fortune may be headed to the jail soon.

She will be seperated from the general inmate population and stay in a unit that is reserved for police officers, celebrities and other high-profile inmates.

Hoho.

So don't bullshit yourself that money is not everything.

Okay. Forget about Paris.

J always use an emoticon that looks like a sneaky alien sniggering to itself.

Of which I think is fugly.
He thinks it is cute.

So...

Heh. He is so gonna spank me later.

Lately, I've been answering the same question repeatedly.
That is, "When are you coming back?".
Answering questions can be tiring at times.

I've been travelling around this week.
Sometimes, it's nice to just stay at home.
And read the black book.

And munch on the Ruffles.

I see that some people are really afraid or feel inferior to tell their friends that they are just staying at home. Not going out.
Hoho. Big deal!

Call me an introvert if you must.
Because I am.
The majority is, anyways.

It's really no problem to just bum around in the house sometimes and out of the house at other times.

On the other extreme, there are people who like to boast about their whereabouts, be it the MSN nick or at any visible places.
What pleasure do they get from that?

I wrote things in this blog too.
But I never force you to read.

[p/s: I always have someone in mind when I wrote.]

Tiny Loon & T.G.I. Friday's

2007-05-16T22:27:00.000+08:00

Tiny Loon is so free that every morning his "Blek" message would popped up on my screen while I was making a toast and coffee for breakfast.
And then J's message nagging me for waking up late.
And then Hui Wen's.
And other peeps sometimes.
I guess everyone is already up and running long before my butt is lifted off from the bed.

Tiny Loon says: When are you coming back?

sarah y says: Not sure yet.

TL says: No more present if you come back after your birthday.

sarah y says: Yer.

TL says: You still owe me Fish & Co.

sarah y says: Yalaaa.

TL says: We go to T.G.I. Friday's if you come back before your birthday.

sarah y says: Hoho. Great.

TL says: KFC if you come back in June. If July, then roadside stall.

sarah y says: Boohoos.

TL says: You eat yourself if after that.

He is so evil.

Hmpf.

8-Ball Pool & One Half of an Ass

2007-05-13T17:48:00.000+08:00

We were at K-Pool yesterday.

J says: Fuck. I just saw a girl's buttocks.

sarah y says: Hoho. I saw that too. One half of an ass.

J says: She wears her shorts damn low.

sarah y says: Yea. The shorts just cover half of her butt cheeks.

J says: And why no underwear one?

sarah y says: Hmmm. Not sure. Anyways, my skills are improving. Hoho.

J says: But I still win. *snigger*

sarah y says: Win over a ball. It's just a matter of time. I'll trash you soon.

J says: Dream on.

sarah y says: And I'm a very consistent person.

J says: I know you are a Mastermind pro laaa. Cheh.

sarah y says: I dare you to solve it in within a minute on average, 10 times straight. *wink*

J says: Blek.

sarah y says: Heh. I must say it's pure luck for my 13 seconds record.

Stiffy & Squishy

2007-05-12T19:25:00.000+08:00

J called his bolster, Stiffy.
He got buttache and blamed Stiffy for that.
Poor Stiffy. For being too hard and well endowed.

He called my bolster, Squishy.
But I like it.
It's comfy to squash and hug.

That's all for the story of Stiffy and Squishy.

-_-|||

The end.

Why Do You Read What I Wrote

2007-05-11T11:35:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, I wonder why do I keep this blog.
I never intend to make big monies out of it.
I was never desperate to be famous either.
I didn't have an audience in my mind when I started this blog.
Because I don't think my life is interesting enough for my friends to read and read it everyday.
And so I wrote in a vacuum.

Do I know why people read what I wrote?
I don't know.
But I'm glad to hear these from some of my friends.

Your blog rocks!
Your blog is entertaining.
It is interesting to read.
You are one interesting person.
Creative.
I read your blog everytime I online.
You are funny.

J never said that.
Maybe he reads because I am his girlfriend.

Do I care why they read it?
I'd be lying if I said No.

A simple reason why someone might read this is that they want to know what’s up in my life. I hope.
The things I did today.
The places I went to.
Who’s the BF.
Simple thoughts of mine.
Et cetera. Et cetera.

I don’t mind a peek like this.
Things stated in the world wide web are meant to be read by people anyways.
If you were to judge me through the lens of this blog, then most likely you would have a distorted view of me.

Maybe I shouldn’t say the word peek.
Concerns, to put it nicely.

Spidey 3

2007-05-09T11:20:00.000+08:00

Spidey 3 is great.
The world's stickiest Superhero is back in town.

I think the New Goblin is cuter than the geeky Spidey.

This is first time we get to watch a blockbuster for 7 dollars.
Weekdays. Before the night falls.

J asked me if he should get a package of 11 blockbuster tickets for SGD 80.
It is equivalent to approx. 7 bucks per movie.
Pretty cheap if compared to the weekend rate of 9.50 per pax.
But then one shot 80 dollars for movies is too much, no?
Time value of money haven't taken into account yet.

A game of 8-ball pool before the movie starts.
Hoho.
I'm improving.
My physics deteriorate ever since I moved away from the science stream.

The Tiny One

2007-05-06T01:29:00.000+08:00

Tiny Loon says: When are you coming back?

sarah y says: Not sure.

After a while...

Tiny Loon says: You coming back in May? We go watch Shrek 3.

sarah y says: Not sure laaa.

After a while...

Tiny Loon says: You coming back in July? We go watch Harry Potter.

Hoho. That boy misses me.

*blushed*

The Liz Freaks Me

2007-05-05T00:29:00.000+08:00

J said I'm being paranoid.
I think I am.
I've been seeing shadows zooming past.
Lizard zooming past actually.
He said that I was hallucinating.
But I wasn't high.

My desk was moved to the middle of the room.
Because there is a lizard in the cupboard.
Fuckety fuck.

The probability of the liz climbing onto my table is a lot lesser if my table does not have any direct contact with the wall.
Ugh.

That blardy thing fell onto me before.
So I hate it to my bones.
It just freaks me out.
I will never forgive it.
Maybe I will forgive, but I will never forget.
Bleh.

Just stay away from the wall.

My lego peeps.
Cute.

The World's Fastest Walker

2007-05-04T12:42:00.000+08:00

Everytime I go back to Penang, I walked the normal pace, only to realize that my mom was following me from behind.
So I thought most likely is the influence of the lifestyle in Singapore.

When I first came here, I was always lagged behind, in terms of walking speed.
Everyone just zoomed past me. Especially around the MRT area.
And some people observed that the walkers here, from fastest to slowest are like this:
Singaporeans, Malaysians, Indonesians, Vietnamese and some further ulu place peeps trailing behind.

Now only am I proven to be right.

And it is official - Singaporeans are the world's fastest walkers!

New York is at number 8 and surprisingly, London ranked outside the top 10.
The slowest in the study was a city in Malawi.

The British Council said that people's walking speed is a reliable measure of the pace of life in a city.

I can smell stress and psychosomatic illness.

The Last Paper

2007-05-03T22:18:00.000+08:00

No more exams.
Woot.
But then, hmmm, CFA.

Say goodbye to NBS. The one that ranked no. 1 in Singapore, 3rd in Asia Pacific and a freakin' 67th globally.
>.<
Don't quite understand why they are so proud of number 67.
Maybe because NUS is at 81?

My last paper at NTU.
Some crap accounting module.
Due to the slacker in me, I drew an ERD of J, Little J and I as entities instead of drawing proper systems flowcharts for the accounting information system.

Systems Flowchart.

Cardinality: Mandatory One.

1:1 relationship.

I'm just too free.

I've Got Mail

2007-05-02T19:21:00.000+08:00

My imaginary friend emailed me!

He says...

"Wanna know whether I am your imaginary friend?
Just touch me anywhere.
You'll find out. Kakaka."
.
.
.
.
.
*touch* *touch*

Yer. Tiny Tiny Loon has a life of its own!

And what is Kakaka?
Imaginary language?

Just a Book

2007-04-28T00:23:00.000+08:00

I think the best gift is something that you couldn't just get it off the shelf.
Like, uh, compiling all these entries into a book? Hardcover.

I'll be yours for a night if I were to receive it.
But Cinderella's glass shoes will turned into pumpkins when the clock struck 12.

And if you are a girl, I'm safe.
Besides MK, I don't think there is any other girl who would like to rape me.

And if you are a homo, I'm so gonna make you straight.
That's the last thing I would like to do before I die. Besides finding my Gräfenberg spot.

[p/s: I'm so gonna be killed.]

Seeders

2007-04-26T19:03:00.000+08:00

J says: Blardy hell. Erotica has the most seeders.

sarah y says: Then download it laaa.

J says: -_-||| *blushed*

Imaginary Friends

2007-04-25T12:24:00.000+08:00

Most of the sentences and characters here should not be taken seriously.

[p/s: The characters are my imaginary friends (e.g. Little J, Tiny Loon et cetera).]

[p/p/s: Tiny Loon is so gonna kill me now. In the reflection.]

Happy Kid [Part 2]

2007-04-24T10:35:00.000+08:00

Little Cousin says: Hello.

sarah y says: Hey.

Little Cousin says: Whoa. You still haven't sleep?

sarah y says: Still early. Just 10 something.

LC says: I want to go and drink milk already. =D

sarah y says: Eh. Why so happy? Your birthday tomorrow ah?

LC says: 29th. When's your birthday?

sarah y says: 22nd May.

LC says: On your birthday, I will make a card for you!

sarah y says: Hee.

LC says: Really.

sarah y says: Draw nicer ya. Heh.

LC says: I will. Lol.

sarah y says: Hee.

LC says: Eh. I'll be celebrating Mother's Day in the hotel. Hehe.

sarah y says: When is Mother's Day?

LC says: May 13th.

sarah y says: Oh.

LC says: Do you have friendster?

sarah y says: Yea.

LC says: You want to add me?

sarah y says: You go add me laaa since you so free. I got exam.

LC says: When you are free then you go and add me laaa.

sarah y says: Cis.

LC says: Because I don't know how to add people.

sarah y says: Oh.

LC says: Okay. You go study.

sarah y says: And you go sleep.

LC says: Okay. I go drink milk and you go study.

sarah y says: Shoo.

LC says: Good night.

sarah y says: Nitey. Shoo

LC says: Hehe. Cute.

sarah y says: Shoo.

LC says: Okay okay. Good night. Sweet dreams.

sarah y says: You too. Shoo.

LC says: kkkkkk. Bleh. Good night. [x 10]

sarah y says: Tata. Shoo. [x 10]

I think a card drawn by a kid is worth more than all the diamonds in the world.
Just stones anyways. Don't know why I like it. Heh.

I really need to hide my face under a tortoise shell to ask a kid when is Mother's Day.

And hello? A 9-year old kid got friendster already?
Darn. Must be the globalization. Or the revolution of the millennium. The IT advancement that promised unlimited flow of information. Or whatever that is.