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Just now Monkey asked me "你要不要结婚？" so casually, it sounded like he was asking me if I wanted to eat duck rice.

Cool

I don't think I want it anymore.

At least not in foreseeable future.

Take it as me saying, "I don't always need to have things go my way."

Especially not something like This.

I am a girl after all.

I have a lot of pride too.

I've tried my best.

One day...

Monkey will say this to me =(

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Lion King

Quincy: "Eh Lion King jiao semmo ming zi ah?"

Me: "程旭辉"

Quincy: -__________-"

Quincy: "Simba's father......."

难

远亲不如近邻。

远水救不了近火。

雪中送（不了）炭。

近水楼台先得月。

亲不过父母，近不过夫妻。

Prom

I've always, always, always wanted to go to a prom or a ball that "belongs" to me, and not as an invited guest per se, you know?

Unfortunately all through the (boring) local education, we never get stuff like that.

Finally, the one and only chance I had was during the one-year stint in OZ, and I knew it deep down inside that that would be the one and only chance I had. That was it.

And I didn't. It felt much worse because it's not as if I couldn't make it. The knowledge that I could have gone, but didn't by choice, made it so much worse. Going back to the empty college really sucked.

I cannot, and can never, hide my disappointment each time I see my college people post up photos on the college ball, because I just am sorely disappointed.

I want to cry.

Fuckface

Home Of Pool at Katong Shopping Centre fucking sucks.

A BOY in SCHOOL UNIFORM served us.

So it was about 8pm and Foppy Moppy went to pak tor around the place. They came back around 8.45pm and we decided to leave.

At the counter, the fat ass manning it was slumped back in the chair fast asleep. This xiao ah lian (the face also chao until macam some bangla molest her) sitting outside the counter walked inside and obviously didn't know what to do except to press stop. Then she said $7. Then that fat ass woke up and mumbled something to her and then said $10.80. His reason was "it is $9.80 per hour and we had played for about 5 min past an hour and hence $10.80". It's either he's really fucking stupid because normal people his age wouldn't be manning and falling asleep at pool counters on a school day or he's being fucking xialan in which case I don't have patience for either.

Naturally there was a lot of arguing because he has a fucked up face and attitude to the point my world-peace mother told me to "come online and write a bit lor" and she called him lanjiaobin.

LJB then continued giving his version of fuckacity which I honestly cannot be shit bothered about regurgitating because you would think I'm insulting your IQ.

I want to write to CASE but the stupid website refuses to load itself.

Fuckface better get clobbered some day by people I know.

Times like this make me miss Kok Seng even more. Bugger dunno disappear go where. Probably get married already.

I am no Sherlock

Chilli (I swear I wrote her name and I just realised it again) totally scoffed in my face at my attempts of "covering up my tracks".

She flooded my MSN window with stuff I wrote in this blog and how I'm totally broadcasting to the world whom I formerly was.

Then I just realised that I had stupidly added this blog to my Twitter account -__-"

The only good thing out of this is that Mr Matthew Langford Perry would one day read my blog.

I REALLY LIKE YOU A LOT MR PERRY. PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME. YOU ARE FUNNY.

My cousin is a pirate

We were having Mother's Day dinner at my grandparents' on Saturday and MHM was seated next to me (I have slightly risen up the 龙虎榜 because he spent a few happy days at my place when I picked him up from kindy. Honestly, I used to think that as long as the timing is planned properly, a charbor could handle family work kids blah. Now, I salute every single mother in the world, and no, I don't think I could do it. I totally didn't get half my work done because every 5 min he would want something, and despite plonking him in front of Wii, he'd come running into my room to kaypoh. Note to self: Don't leave plastic bags lying around your room even when door is pulled ajar. Either he falls or you do when you're trying to save him from falling.)

Everyone minded their own business when the boy-in-high-chair announced something while cupped his right eye with his left hand. It took us a few moments to realise what he shouted.

"PIRATE!"




Then he burst into song:

"WA MNG TEEEEE WA MNG TEEEEE"

This kid is more qualified to join 黄金年华 rather than some 安培娜杯 lor.

He has learned to bargain! One last round of Wii boxing = two last rounds and last round of two last round = press A another time. Three rounds of boxing per game mah. I tried to bluff him that oh two rounds is up already. Little monkey tells me in canto it's not up yet; must press A another time after this game, then start again, then will finish. But he's super guai lah cos when it's up he will really stop.

The last time he was here, I taped an X on the floor cos he kept moving nearer and nearer to the TV, so I told him he could only play if he stepped on the X. This time he came and ran to the TV and asked me where's the X.

Tired

For the record, I've only told Ankles, Blondie, Grumps, Effy, Chilli, Prawntip, Eelai, Bendy, Stitch, Quincy, Fur & Daphne about this blog. Oh Monkey and Dotty too. Oh and Trance too cos we were waiting for the Man Utd match to start (GO MY OLIVE-SKIN HERO) and I was really excited about the snails. So essentially I'm just talking to my friends lah.

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What's the appeal about longchamp again?

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Was invited to the industry briefing for H1N1 today (MOH says it's not called H1N1 hor.. it's H1N1-2009 cos years ago there was already H1N1 and the current one is a new strain so the actual name is called Influenza A H1N1-2009 -__-"), and although it's all good (it's slated to move back to Yellow on Monday), I cannot help but feel like I'm in 28 Days Later.

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I believe I have been overtly sensitive and critical these few days, as Grumps had quite impatiently and directly pointed out these two days. I don't know whether to blame it on PMS, the heat or whatever, and I just don't feel like talking. AND MANPUKU SUCKS. My mother is not helping either. I have quite a bit to say about her, but my boyfriend might just pick a quarrel with me again and so I shan't. Hmpf.

But I do have been eating quite a lot again and I actually wept at 17 Again just now, so maybe it really is PMS. There's supposed to be this oral contraceptive that will literally make PMS go away. Perhaps it's gonna be better than EPO.

And I cannot take bitter stuff. It makes the gag reflex go into overdrive and my facial hair stand. Not a pretty sight.

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Popped by Hard Rock just now, and my ex-manager was wearing a hairband over his frizzy hair. Fai Mama remembers me and actually came up to talk. She used to make me tiptoe around her because she looks totally capable of slapping you across the face if you piss her off, but I didn't work under her lah cos I was the host and she was something like head server..

The wagyu was kinda nice, but fell very short of my expectations. Miss Effy WOLFED down her wagyu in less than FIFTEEN minutes, while Chilli and I were talking. When she reluctantly chowed the last bite she had a sheepish smile. It's ok darling I know you needed your cow fix.

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Remember some time ago I actually went lunch with You-Know-Who?

I forgot to blog about it, but I actually felt repulsion. The minute we sat down for lunch, I desperately wanted to leave. I dunno why or what, but I just felt so turned off. The things he said; the things he did. It was so, so juvenile. Then Monkey called me during lunch and cheekily asked me how was it and whether I felt anything. I seriously didn't.

I got annoyed with the things he did, and I cannot even remember what was it that made me so ARGH then. Grumps and I actually had a 24-hr MSN marathon when he was still in Sydney (and I didn't shower during that 24 hrs cos I was so 糜烂 and lam nuah and I spent that day in bed, with a brief stint on the couch. Don't remember eating either). I think I actually saved the convo somewhere but I might have deleted it when I reformatted my hard disk recently. I only know I cringed die when I read some of the stuff I told Grumps that day (and he set a big spider on FIRE with his Kimchi which then EXPLODED).

And then you know about that night when I went to You-Know-What? Same thing. I was there because it was kind of part-obligation-part-respect thing, and every other thing was fine except You-Know-Who-II. I don't know and I don't care what were his intentions - Ankles said he probably was trying to make things feel normal or what. I was playing musical chairs that night. He never seemed to get it even when I am blatantly expressing myself. There's only so much shifting away I can do before I end up sitting on the tarmac. It is particularly frustrating because I am articulate and I can almost always get my point across if I tried (that does not include random outbursts or rants which of course are meant to be incoherent). I used to think maybe it's cos he's not proficient in English, and instinctively whenever I quarrel I do it in English and I use big(ger) words and I talk damn fast. (I also don't know what's the point of this rant, but please indulge me I am PMS-ing.)

Which is why I'm secretly glad that Monkey is such a good sparring partner (Chilli says it's really bad and you should always be "stronger" than your partner). He is a very matter-of-fact person most of the time and he will simply point it out and expose me when he knows I'm being plain unreasonable. He actually acknowledges it ("I know you are just being CB right now") and usually he lets me go on to a certain point before he puts a stop to it (usually by shouting in his pseudo-OZ accent WAHAHAHA - which of course I shout back and then it sometimes end with me throwing the phone into the door like shotput which subsequently cracks to pieces. Sony E is a damn strong phone ok). Forces me to really think through my arguments and so everytime we quarrel, I am thoroughly exhausted. But we always end up getting where either is coming from, and we'll (virtually) kiss and make up.

Ankles asked me some time ago whether I had felt shitty on the day of You-Know-What because of what happened with You-Know-Who-II back then. I don't think I feel guilt about it at all because the whole You-Know-Who started AFTER I was done with You-Know-Who-II, so technically I never did step on two sampans. Perhaps I did feel guilt the first few weeks I was in Sydney, but it was a on-hindsight thing cos I was really busy having fun, getting pissed-high, stuffing my face with fattening-wedges from Quad and quarrelling with Monkey.

I am still rambling and there really is no point of this entry at all. I think I just needed to get it out of the system. So my dear Monkey please don't come and CB me about this entry because it doesn't mean anything at all.

My mother is still being a pain.. but I love my mummy.

N95

Dongkeywong * says:
sydney got shortage of respirators?

K says:
huh dunno

K says:
why?

K says:
what happen?

Dongkeywong * says:
here shortage

Dongkeywong * says:
den now the N95 price is 5 times more

K says:
respirator and n95 what connection?

Dongkeywong * says:
the N95 is the respirator lah not the nokia phone

K says:
oh ok


*twirls*

Effy says...

(I know you were supposed to be Pooey but it's too difficult to re-program my reflex, so Effy you shall remain.)

"ur template needs me to half close my eyes before i go blind from flurorescent grass and moving snails".

Ni tou dong xi!

An example cited by Pooey:

You were in a washroom and you left your wallet there when you left. The next person who walked in after you had left took your wallet, totally disregarded your contact number or name card inside the wallet, and pocketed the wallet.

Is that stealing?

Oxford's definition is to "take (something) without permission or legal right and without intending to return it".

But I think that is very ambiguous leh. If you took a loaf of bread from the bakery when the store manager was looking away, that's stealing. If the deliveryman dropped a loaf of bread en route to other destinations, you can of course chase after him to return him that loaf lah, but even if you took it, that's not stealing right?

If “不问自取就是偷” is something to go by, then the prerequisite of "stealing" is that you have to have someone there to "ask" first, and if there was and you didn't ask then it's stealing. If there's no one around to ask, 何来的偷？

If I left something behind, be it in cab or on a bus or wherever, and someone picked it up, I wouldn't say that the person stole from me. I would call that person all sorts of things which probably include the letters f, u, c & k, but a thief wouldn't be one of the names. I can't even convince myself that the person "stole". The universal idea of stealing suggests that it's only "official" when it happens at real time, AND you catch the person doing it right? How do you argue a case when it was your own carelessness that caused the thing to be "lost" in the first place, then subsequently someone picked it up? The guy didn't steal it from you when the thing was ON you mah. If taking = stealing, then 小偷 can be called 小拿 lor.

The thing should be on/with/around you at the time it was lost, and it should not be lost due to own carelessness. Like.. you have to be WITH a guy, before someone can steal your guy? If you're not with the guy.. then you cannot say people steal him? Or if I'm in a house and my bag was in the room away from me, I can still say someone stole my wallet, cos the bag was intended to be there and not due to my carelessness.

But but buttttt.

Here comes the entire point of the entry, and yes it IS something personal. Giggles.

If you lost your phone in a cab because you are tum-bai, then how is it that the person who picks it up "stole" it? Even if it was taken by the cabby and not the next passenger, I don't think the cabby "stole".

That said, there are things that I will try my best to return if I ever pick it up, like wallets or phones or laptops blah. But it's definitely not because "I don't want to be a thief", but because I got conscience and moral values.

If you see a random $10 bill on the floor, you tell me you won't take it lor. HOR YOU THIEF! But I would do something subsequently lah.. like buy tissue from random aunty or give $2 to a busker.. not to alleviate guilt whatsoever but to pass it on.

Ok I am damn tired and I refuse to stay up for the Man Utd match. I have faith in my Devils.

Good night my olive-skinned-Portugese-Prince-with-mad-curls.

OT-ing

I am actually getting work emails at this time, and am still getting replies after I replied her emails. Bu dong shei bi jiao ke lian. I thought only Foppy works 24/7.

Wah wah suddenly very happy because it feels like I can blog about any shit I want as and when, now that I am a virtual unknown!

Actually I'm excited to blog something then click back to see my little snails scurrying to and fro.

Sorry Eelai I will remember your birthday is not 7 Nov :(

SGP 2009

Just received a personalised email from the F l y e r, asking whether we are considering hosting top-tier clients because they are now selling the premium suites.

The price quoted was top-tier as well, and I gawked when I saw the $X,XXX "per head". I wonder when will the time come when my head is worth that much lor. Somemore now recession leh!

Anyway the whole point of this entry is that, Perk #16 of the premium suite is actually "2009 FORMULA 1™ SingTel Singapore Grand Prix branded earplugs".

AHAHHAA.

Wallao eh. The 3 day season pass, even if it's not early bird price, is also retailing for less than $1,500. Even if they charged another $500 for the limited SGP lanyard, these are still lesser than half of the quoted price!

Sigh. Who call me born with disposable spoon in my mouth.

Hee-hee-hawray!

I love this layout. There is an annoying serenity in the design of the layout, not unlike the knn irritating music of the Mii Channel.

The initial layout looked like that --> click here. But I hate that prancing dog and I love the snail! So I deleted the dog, added another snail, and nearly vomited blood trying to make the damn snails turn in unison. I also adjusted the alignments to have a bigger writing space. Might sound very easy-peasy lor but took me HOURS ok.

Sooooo.

This blog is written anonymously, but I'm not intentionally trying to be a phantom lah. So you all can go ahead and link me.. but link as Donkey can? And all of you will get code names! I will list your code names according to your birthdays ok so I don't have to write names and you all know which is you. Teehee! But let me know if you want to choose your own name ok.

01 Feb - Twins (ni men ohbaysom kan shui shu liao jiu zuo Ah Gil ok!)
21 Feb - Fur
07 Mar - Chilli
20 Mar - Monkey
26 Mar - Ah Sir
19 Apr - Ankles
28 Apr - Blondie
12 Jul - Dotty
24 Jul - Bendy
11 Aug - Stitch
11 Sep - Grumps
12 Sep - Quincy
25 Oct - Pooey
23 Nov - Eelai + AshyTong

Ok I am feeling pukey from staring at the computer too much.

Go wash dishes.