Fiona's 21st Birthday Bash -Preview-


There will be more coming up. When the birthday girl loads up her photos. Hubby took alot using her cam. Coz she's busy running about, and it's her birthday...

Let her win one day ba!

Hold your breath everybody!! :D 2/28/2005 08:45:00 PM
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White Noise
Was what it tell you, WHITE

Senseless, it's just a piece of white paper, which they doodle a hell lot of shit on it, and show it to the public. A hell lot of suspense, thrill, question marks... And no answer. Even by the end of the show, there's still no answer, just a pail-ful of question mark. And once outside the cinema, even to the MRT station, you could hear people discussing about it. Not the good discussion though. They were still trying to figure what the show was telling.

Nah! Give me back my $8.50!!

And yeah, it's obviously filmed on a super low budget.
The only thing good was perhaps Michael Keaton's skill in acting the desperate husband. Overly obssessed with trying to communicate the wife in nether world. Bad move.

So, by the end of the show, everybody's asking the same question.
What's the damn three thing in the movie? 2/27/2005 11:00:00 AM
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Racing mind
Haven't had a nice, deep, undisturbed sleep for a few days now. I would wake up at 6am in the morning, for no apparent reason at all. Hateful. Coz if you tried to fall back into slumber, you'd be scream awake by the alarm clock the moment you close your eyes. (It seem to be) So, even if I had full 8 hours of sleep, I would still be yawning non-stop when seated on my comfy chair, with my hot, steaming floral tea and the notebook staring irritatingly at me.

No, i'm not talking about my caffeine fix.
I'm talking about yawning non-stop AFTER my fix.

Speaking of my caffeine fix, i really need to curb it. At least reduce it. Ok, shall put in on the list called "resolution", together with "eat less buffet" and "more gym" then shall remember that i have a "resolution" list.

*clench fist in fierce determination* Yes!

Where was I? Oh, sleep.
My mind is on a serious out-track marathon these few days. Need to think on a few projects in the company. After endless discussion, there's still so much loop-hole. Arghhh! *pull hair* Well, after running destination-less marathon for days, you might wonder what miracles i have come up with...

NONE RELATED.

Instead, alot of ideas on a whole lot of other issues, beside the main one.

IMH number anyone? 2/25/2005 09:37:00 PM
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Daddy's Girl at Heart
Went out with Daddy last night. Brought him to temple to pray. For this year, all people born in rooster year will go against the God of the Year. So call, "Fan Tai Shui"

We met at the temple. And after the ceremony went home together in his bike. It's been years since I last took his bike. I used to take his bike to school everyday. And love it.

Growing up, i had a soft spot with men in bike. So unsurprisingly, more than half of the boys i went out with drove a bike.

I love the freedom motorbike give me. The feeling of flying in the wind, minus the "ouch" factor that were caused by the small stone along the road when they hit you.


In my memory, Daddy always yanked his head off...
My first bike ride was my first day of school to nursery, which was quite far from home. And for your info, i have been petite for as long as I can remember. So, obviously there was no helmet my size. So, whenever the bike went over a hump (big or small) my head would go "cling-clong" inside the helmet.

The first time Dad screamed his head of at me was on my first ride. After going off the bump, the helmet covered my eyes TOTALLY, resting on the bridge of my little nose. Under the situation of sightless & breatheless, i forgot my Dad's strict rule of "Hug Daddy and cannot let go"

I unhug my Dad to push the helmet up.


Dad stepped on the e-brake, and my head got buried into the helmet, which in tun got buried onto his back.

He gave me such a scolding, topped with a threat that it's going to be the last time i'm going to ride his bike.

I cried all the way to school.This time, hugging tight tight.


Now, how do I know about this incident since i'm so young then. Well, my Dad won't me forget. He'd remind me & the whole family during gathering like Chinese New Year.

After this incident, i learnt to "never let go". So, if the bump pushed my helmet onto my nose, i'll wait till the next bump, and tilt my head slightly back, so the helmet would move back. And i could see again!

Then fate play a cruel joke on me, one time i did that, my helmet moved too far back. And i had half of my head (read: the whole forehead) outside the helmet. My Dad e-brake again, this time, the whole face bumped HARD onto his back. Ouch!

It's another crying trip to school.


The last time he screamed, i was in Primary school. We drove past an accident site. In the excitment and to see better, i did the unspeakable thing. I stood up, and the bike was still moving.

Guess you can pretty much think of the ending yourself...


Well, after that, I moved to a block that was just beside my school. And thus ending the comedy with the encounter with bike.

Was it a good thing? 2/24/2005 06:11:00 PM
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Is there a perfect working environment?
I feel like such an extra. Sigh!

She's really a thorn in the flesh.
Just leave me & my things alone. Don't be "bao ka liao" and stick your nose into other people's business beside yours.

And for your info, i'm NOT interested in knowing your business and letting you on mine.

Shoo! 2/22/2005 01:21:00 PM
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Who beat Who up?
My brother gave me a heart attack yesterday.

In the afternoon, he went out for his usual stunt-biking practice. A few hours later he came back. I think nothing of it, coz the boliao man always come & go like that, showing off his biking skills. Haolian.

But this time round, after rushing off to the toilet (usual practice also, FYI, he seldom use public toilet) he came to me with cottonbuds & Aloe Vera Gel. So i thought he hurt his legs again. But i didn't see any wound, i ask him "where?"

"Here" and i look up.His face was covered in BLOOD! It's so raw & bloody & swollen, i couldn't see his eyes anymore. Although they were small in the first place...

Let's take a look:


Apparently, the beater had mistaken him for someone else. But as they were attcking from the back, they obviously didn't see the face. My brother fell face-first on the floor so again they did not see the face. Only when my brother stood up then one guy shouted, "&$%*!#, not him lah" Then, all panicked & fled.

That was, after he had grabbed the head of the attacker (who kick him on the back) and slammed it onto his knee.

He had two very deep teeth mark on his knee. It was said that the attacker kana knock out. And had to be carried off by his friends when they fled. But my brother didn't see it, as his only see RED, his blood.

Well, Mum had another heart attack when she came home that night.
And brought my brother to the clinic, where they wrapped him up like a mummy, and sent him home with antibiotic & a jab.

Let's have a look at the "After" photo:


Enough said. Suay ah!! 2/21/2005 06:10:00 PM
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Sunday Post
Yeah yeah, don't raise your eyebrow, i manage to lift my hippo-ass to the computer and type a post..

All because I'm too excited.
Heard two very very juicy news yesterday, at one of my polymates 21st birthday. The rich missy atually held buffet dinners at Meritus Mandarine Hotel! The food was so good, i don't wanna go, they even serve chocolate fondue w/s'berry & peach! Heavenlicious! If not for the fact that poor hubby was waiting patiently at the lobby for me, (He had roadshow @ the chingay) I could have pigged till mid-night. (guilty guilty guilty) *shaking head*


I haven't been fed juicy news since i was out of Poly, now all thanks to Ray, who brought back the sparkles in my eyes.. Right Ray? *Wink*

Well, heard a rumor some time back. I think that rumor had been confirmed last night. Nothing surprising, i'm very acceptive when it come to those things.. *polite smiles* Just feel abit sayang though.

And there was Ray... *rolling in laughter*You know, I know, can liao. *smiles*

Oh, before i go, "Happy Birthday, Fiona!" 2/20/2005 01:09:00 PM
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Not in Peace
I'm so torn up! One side is my love, another side is family.... Wesley? No lah, Yoyo. :p

I'm set for Bangkok again on 11 March, not on company trip, but personal one.I'm bringing my mum, wesley & my little brother there. Sight-seeing, shopping, praying.. etc etc... And I cleanly forgotten about Yoyo, thinking she'll go with us (which is not, she will be place under quarantine when she comes back to sg)

I hate not being able to be with her. It put my mind at total unease, and i'm always filled with longing of her. Wanting to see her happy face jumping/dancing in front of me. The way she demand my attention, or just being around me, sleeping. I like to fall asleep with her curling up beside me, and look at me if i wake up in the middle of the night with the "go toilet?" look.

She's the first to greet me when i come home at night, after a terrible day at work, dancing & jumping in absolute estacy. Wanting to lick your face.

I like the fact that she loves to kiss. Try pouting your lips, she'll come up and give you a kiss! *muack!*

So, after talking so long.. The issue is...

Where is she going to stay while we are away?!

I don't want her away in some pet hotel where you don't know what they do to your dogs. Yoyo is very afraid of heat (like me) So, preferably got air-con? Some pet hotel will shut the dogs up in the cage till the owner come to collect them. My Yoyo will bawl her eyes out!! Or maybe they put the dogs too close to each other, and she got some undesirabe things from them(like ticks)?

Sigh!! 2/18/2005 02:33:00 PM
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Passing Thought
Been quite free @work these few days, so been surfing the net. Came across few of the blogs, which were quite popular.. Surprisingly, the more popular one were those belonging to escorts. Be it men or women.

Looks to me everybody was curious on what's happening in their lives. From what happened during their time with their client, what's the background of their client, to WHAT THEY DID.

Well, a strange point I found was that alot of their clients were very very eligible, not to
mention young, handsome, rich and with a very yummy body. You call THAT work? It's
paradise!! Having to sleep with hunk and get paid for it! Where's the Q?

Back on serious note, i doubt the reality... Most probably the client was a middle-age bald man, with a beer belly and stinky breathe. Yucks.

Why?

Think!
If the client was really THAT delicious, many women would queue to sleep with them. Why must they pay for the thrill? It seems to me that many of the these bloggers were just taking the blogs as a channel to dispose their lusty fantasy, or maybe, practice on their power of words?

I think it's just PLAIN FANTASY.

Trust me, it's a woman's dream.. Being able to sleep with a handsome man, and being able to get that cash for the Gucci bag at the same time, not counting the number of orgasm is... Whew!

Believe it or not, the choice is yours. For me, I see it as a form of entertainment. It's like peeping into the writer's fantasy... *evil laugh*

Furthermore, if an escort can write such powerful article, or post (whatever!)he/she can always get a better job than being an escort right? No?

SMS Conversation
Mandy smsed me last night, complaining about MEN. Her man, to be exact.

And as usual, some philosophy on life & love. Don't ask me why she ask me, I don't know. But it seem that she always knock on my door when she wants some advice. I think I should open a convenient store, selling advice 24 hrs. It would make me a rich tai-tai. :)

Topic: Bf & me are too different.
I fell off my chair. (I was giving tuition by the way) My student gave me the "duh" look, so i knocked my hp on her table and made her finish one more page of problem sums. She sulked, I smirked. (mei da mei xiao)

But everyone is different. Different character, interest, preference... Even the way one do things. How can be the same? Wouldn't it be very freaky? *creepy*

Hubby & I comes from two extreme end. He's calm & quiet & homely(not!), I'm high-strung & noisy & loud. He's patient & still, I'm always rushing like my backside caught fire. He can keep his cool, temper in checked; I'll checked your face with my manicured fingernails, try me. Our boss once said, "You two are so extreme, i can't even imagine you two working together, let alone be together" And he's well verse in psychology, mind you.

Well, 4 years down the road, most of our fights (which can be quite frequently) stems from our differences. Our different approach to things and incidents, different view, different opinion. Different reactions.

BUT the thing is...
We know we are two extreme, that's why we always hit the wall on certain occasion, and sometimes miss opportunity or get ourselves in hot soup. Which is why, instead of fighting
our heads off, we choose to compliment each other. And always remind ourselves to keep a clear head and listen to the other person, which represented the opposite view(which is extremely hard, i must admit).

And because of our difference, we are more well-rounded when working in a team. Yeah!

So, Mandy, i'm writing this post because of you:
-Don't fight because of differences, make use of them to both of your advantage
-No point finding someone who share the same interest (although it's good) but who don't care/love you as much as you deserve.
-There's no compromising on fun and love. If you love that person, you'll have fun with him around
-Most important is being easy & feeling safe around him
-You prefer his company more than anything else.
To test, think of an activity (eg. shopping) and ask yourself, do you rather do it with him or someone else?

Remember, God create all men equal, but no man is the same. 2/17/2005 04:16:00 PM
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Happy Cock Year, And A Belated Valentine's Day
Well, it's been sometime since i last posted something. I push the blame to the CNY, I was busy gambling, trying my best to double my ang bao money...

But!

IT'S LOSING ALL THE WAY!!! Arghhh!!!*Pull hair*
PUI!!!


Bad luck go away!! Good luck all come here!!! *waving hands*

Thank goodness i can control. Set a base of money, if lose, pack & go.
Some of my friends lost more than their ang bao money!

This year reunion dinner had been better. As a matter of fact, i dread reunion dinner. Knowing that the whole family sitting together for dinner physically but their hearts are not together is very fake. To the point of hypocriting.

What's the point of reunion if i had to pass the dish from my mum to my dad every 5min? What's the use of being their "telephone" and pass message when they are sitting only ONE METER apart?

Don't understand? Look again.
Mum: Girl, tell daddy dun put so much prawn into the soup
Me: Ok, dad, don't put too much prawn into the soup.

~3min later~
Dad: Boy(my little brother), tell mama not to cut the liver so big next time, hard to cook
Brother: ok, later.

See? You call this reunion? The whole atmosphere was so tense, that i'm afraid if i accidentally kick the table's leg, there would be sparks!

But this year, things had been later, at least the atmosphere was a tonne better. :)
And the food is good!
Yummy.....

Another Happy Occasion
Time flies, 4 years fly by... And it's V.Day again

Happy 4th Anniversary hubby!!!

This year had a down-to-earth celebration no fancy dinner but just as enjoyable. With Dinner @ Cartel, new clothes & perfume! The brownie was fabulous! But too much... 2 slice with 3 scoop vanilla ice-cream! (Fat fat fat... FYI, my CNY resolution is to lose weight!) We actually only ask for ONE extra scoop of ice-cream. But they gave two, so..... *smile*

No flowers this year thou, I don't want any. Even after Hubby insisted. That silly man, had to drag him out of the florist!! Coz will be going straight from office, so embarassing! Watch Flight of Pheonix, and was amazed by the determination of survival in human when facing death. Living in the safe & uneventful Singapore, it's near IMPOSSIBLE for an experience like that!

Hubby was very disturb by the down-to-earth celebration thou. He felt that since it's 2 festive in 1 occasion, we should blow the celebration big. BUT, isn't it ok with just you & me?

Don't worry, we'll compensate it back next year. 5 YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!
Where had the time goes? I was just a twiny 17-yr-o when i started going out with hubby!!!
Double oops, now everybody knows my age... -__-" Whatever.

AOB
Friendly colleague pass me some of the KL photos that he took, sharing time!
2/16/2005 09:17:00 AM
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IKEA Trip
Left me feeling disturb, distress, and frustrated. :(

No lah, it's not the trip, it's ME. I'm simply too poor.

I love shopping at IKEA. Love to feel their showcase, sitting on the sofas, imagin myself to be REALLY in that setting.I love to pick at their stuff, study it, turn it upside down, then put it back (can't afford indulgence)

This trip round, i found a bathroom setting which i really really like. It got a resort feel. Love the mirror especially, with floral design to boot!

And the home organising department never fail to fasinate me. They have really innovative ideas to store stuff. And real cool method that is. *Sigh*

In the end, i only spent $13 on a magazine rack & a travel toiletries bag. *exasperation sigh*

Should have go when i just got my pay. Now, most of my monies had gone into the CNY clothes & necessities.And that's a whooping $200+ *wince*

*Sigh* Can't wait to have my own house, since i can't re-vamp my room (the stupid furniture is all build ONTO my wall, so tear one, tear all)
Or maybe i should tear away my furniture? It's rotting anyway, it's been what, 8 yrs?


Yucks!
2/07/2005 11:48:00 AM
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Company D&D 2005
Let the pictures do the talking. In case you are wondering why everybody's in black, the theme is "Posh Black"

This the senior team (They ban me fom using "old") mind you, the newest one is 9 yrs in the company!
2/04/2005 05:05:00 PM
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The young sales team in our agency. Full of drive & ideas!
2/04/2005 05:04:00 PM
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Erin & me.
2/04/2005 05:03:00 PM
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Let the pictures do the talking!
2/04/2005 05:03:00 PM
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Cheapo Post, Only readable to fellow cheapos
Yeah, i won myself a DVD player, ABSOLUTELY FREE!!!

That's what i call, what's go out, will come round.

When Hubby first enter the business, I showed my support by buying a saving policy with women's illness protection. So, every year, this policy will give me a cash back of $500. Actually, being a cheapo as I am, i'm only interested in the $500 cashback. But that's beside the point.

Back to topic, there's this promotion when i signed on the dotted line. But since it's not guaranteed, i think nothing of it. (I can't be this lucky) Then, one day, out of the blue, i received this letter telling me to go collect my DVD player! It's like gold dropped from the sky! FYI, i had like, a tonne of DVD at home, with no player.

Don't ask me why. It's a long story.

Well, It's still a good thing.
Like a reward after ALL the hardwork.
Silver lining behind the dark clouds?
2/02/2005 05:49:00 PM
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Retail Therapy--What is guilt without loot?

Wanted, Gotten *smile*


The mug was brought back from San Francisco by my close colleague, Linda. So sweet of her, love the "Will Work for Coffee" coz it describe me perfectly.

Coffee is my brain fuel. No coffee, no work. Will get cranky and angry.

Top of WANT list -- The Orchid Empress. Shall get it this Saturday. ^__^



This is the said shades in the previous post. So sayang... *heart pain*
IT'S ALL HUBBY'S FAULT!


Alritey, shall stop for now. Have a gut feel that will write something again later. Lotsa stuff running in my mind. Sometimes i hope i can just be invisible. Or just drop everything and run away.

Stressed up and fun-deprived, any antidote for me?






2/01/2005 10:02:00 AM
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