Oh my baby

December is the month where nostalgia hits.
Ven is bombarding Facebook with all her Hangzhou 2007 memories.
Sian Choo gave me the links to watch all the crazy videos we took in Wuhan 2008.

The crazy weather is back, making me all hot and bothered.
I get so cranky that I snapped at my mother over some minor issue.
I guess we're all like that.
We snap the meanest and easiest at our family members.
And it is hard on my poor momma, because she always lose in verbal arguments.
I never snap back at my brother because I would like to live for a few more years.

This time last year, we were all busy indulging in steamboat and 70cents Xue Hua Beer.
Not to mention, the immense great customer service I received from Chicony's Alcohol Section's customer service officers. Simply because not everyone can afford to buy 1 Absolut Vodka, 1 Bacardi, 5 Breezers all at one shot in China.
But being Singaporeans, we could. -smirks-
They were all under SGD100, anyways.

I am no advocate of New Year resolutions because no one bothers to keep to such crap.
What weight loss?
What improvement in results?
PUUUHHHH-LLLEEEAASSSEEEEE.

Maybe you are different but for me, I have such ailing grey matter that I can't even remember where I last put my keys, much less what resolutions I made in 2008.
But still, I like to jump on the bandwagon and attempt to resolve something.
Rather than make unreasonable and incoherrent resolutions, I am just going stick to this mantra for the whole of next year....

I WILL CLEAR MY WARDROBE.
I WILL CLEAR MY BAGS.
I WILL HANG MY CLOTHES.

Have a great New Year's Eve Party, world.

Merry Little Christmas

Bangkok was a blast and despite coming home with a hole big enough to stuff my fat face thorough, I have absolutely no regrets whatsoever with my trip. Where else can i find fabulous dresses for under $5? -smirks-

Tai-sei, my favourite Singaporean Japanese boy
and helping the Jap kids tying their wishes up on the tree!

The days after returning from my break was a whirlwind mess.
I had 20 Japanese kids coming over for a camp and I really understood the meaning behind Chicken and Duck Talk. Because they speak little English and my Japanese language is mainly stagnant at food and celebrities.
But the kids were brilliant and I hope they enjoyed themselves as much as i did at the ChildAid concert held at Resorts World Sentsosa. Zai is the word to describe Resorts World. -in awe-

But I guess the most exciting issue here was the ride up to the staff Year End Party.
Burp and I became the emcees for the night and I must say it was more like our show because we did the decor and came up with the games. But a huge thank you must be said to the staff who turned up in costumes depicting their alter egos and the hospitality team who did the prizes and food.


It was my first staff party and I really enjoyed being a doll that night.
Last year this time, 18 of us had a blast screaming as we unwrapped our presents in Club 901.
This year, I liked the idea of spending Christmas with people who mattered.

So here's to a better 2010.
May the ones in love experience love even more.
May those who are searching for love, find love in the most surprising and sweetest ways.
May those who are embarking on a new phase in life see success.
May those who are like me, trying to lose the flab, see the digits on the weigh scale go down with a smile.
May those who need cash, strike Toto and 4D and win tops in lucky draws.
May those who experienced a bad 2009, seek greater joy and charge forward in faith in the brilliant 2010.


God bless you all and have yourself a merry little christmas.
Excuse me while I feast on turkeys and grow a bigger butt.
-grins-

Sawadeeka

Master Kang iced lemon tea
my life-saver when i was squatting in Wuhan
I squealed in joy when the steamboat restaurant we went to sold this.

In a few hours, I'll be jet-setting my way to the Land of Smiles.
I am ready to push through the throngs of people at Chatuchak/MBK/Platinum.
I am ready to see ladyboys and go ponder about their "womanly" curves.
I am ready to drink Thai Iced Tea till i get diabetes.
I am ready to buy enough Gao Sai home to open a wholesale blogshop.

Most importantly,
I am ready to have fun and go broke in the midst.


So welcome me Thailand.
And try to convert the love I have for Hong Kong into an undying passion for Bangkok.

See you, world, on 16 December.
-grins and waves-

Run baby run

Like how some people will go on a yearly sabbatical trip, for me, every year in December, I'll waste $40 bucks on a self-torture ritual known popularly as the Standard Chartered Marathon. -grins-
I am no runner and I am only crazy enough to run 10km because once again, let me emphasized, i am NO athlete. Crawling the 10km every year just makes me feel good as though I am some bona fide fit girl.
But in reality, I just think that joining Stand Chart every year, very got wind -laughs-



This year, despite my physical exhaustion, I still went for the marathon.
And throughout my journey, I was thoroughly entertained by the fellow 49,999 runners.
I saw couples running hand in hand together.
I saw friends cheering each other on.
I saw typical Singaporeans who die die will stop in their tracks just to take a picture on the highway with Singapore Flyer in the background. -_-"
I saw inspiring people who ran despite their physical disabilities.

Fellow runners who saw me, probably though i was insane.
Because with my iPod strapped to my arms and my eyes roving around to catch the above sights, I was literally smiling to myself. -siao lian eh-


And so i saw many couples with those encouragement tags tagged at their backs, proclaiming love and encouraging people to keep moving.
I thought about that it would be ultimately romantic if a guy have this tagged on his back as he runs...

I am running this 5km to get Annabel's number!
I am running this 10km marathon so that Annabel will be my girlfriend!
I am running 21km because I want Annabel to say yes to my proposal.
I am running the full marathon because Annabel will be my wife if I do.
I am doing the 84km because my wife says she will bear me a child when I complete.
I am doing the IronMan because I want another child.

Sweet right?
-swoons-

Tell my boss and i'll die

Working like studying, requires immense concentration level and out-the-world determination.
But with things like MSN, sometimes it is a bit hard to concentrate on the numerous work tabs opened in my Windows.
And with the fact that I am using my own lappie which comes with Webcam function...
And with friends who are equally "sian" during lunch hour..
And with free Internet access...

We decided to say hi to each face-to-face, behind our bosses' backs.
HAHA.

Meet Ven and Nic, the gatecrasher who AWOL-ed from army camp.
i'm kidding.
dont tell MINDEF.

Show and Tell
We being kids at heart, we love to show off.
Ven showing off her latest toy phone
Nic and his new BFF
Me and my sinking ship.

Technology can be such a pain in the arse sometimes.
The webcam hanged at the most perfect moment.
Nic and his armpit.
-pinches nose-

We waved goodbye and we're off for makan
-grins-

if my new supervisor sees this, I am sure i'll get skinned alive.
But heck la.
I wanna be happy when i work.
to be happy, i need motivation.
so please entertain me.
lao niang needs to be entertained to be able to work.
-guffaws-

love recklessly

You know, I really am someone who is not blessed in the technology side.
My eyes widen and I'll cringed whenever I play with anyone's iPhone or any other touch-screen phone.
I'll also keep my fingers away from non-Sony Ericsson phone simply because, I am not used to their keypad and the functions it contains. And I am afraid if I press any button wrongly, I'll kill both the phone and myself.
So that is why, even though my Facebook phone died on me, probaby in protest for the many times I had let it kissed the floor, I still willingly fork out $$$ for another Sony Ericsson phone.
To make matters worse, I chose to buy a slide phone.
A first for me. -applause-
Because I know I love to play with the slide.
Let's see how long this new phone can last. -cross fingers-

actually i don't know who reads the crap that i type.
I don't see myself very entertaining.
I don't see myself as very talented. I think my only talent lies in chewing straws.
I am really a person full of sceptism and a cynic at her best.

While the whole world wonders why I have no boyfriend.
I sometimes wonder about it myself.

My eyes are so small that I think it is non-existent.
God probaby felt bad about the small eyes, so He made it up by giving me such a HUGE rear that it is literally in-your-face.
My limbs are so long that I have problem sitting comfortably while playing the piano.
I have to shift my arse each time I change from a middle C key to a lower or higher one.
I have grass for hair and trunks for legs.
My nose is as flat as my chest, courtesy to the million of pratas i have consumed in my life.
My mind goes into an overdrive sometimes, so that is why I talked at motor speed and i think too much that i think it scares people.

Honestly, which human being will want to run his fingers through grass, caress a waistless bucket, run his hands up an elephant trunk, be strangled by his girlfriend's long limbs when they hug, bring an airport out as a date, introduce a huge ass as his one and stare into slits when trying to transmit romantic visual electricity?
you tell me la....-hangs head down in despair-


Looking again at the list of descriptions of myself, you know.
I think I know exactly why I will remain a old hag till I save enough to go for liposuction, Botox and fillers.
But I guess ultimately, I need to learn to love recklessly.
Because I think I am so careful about which idiot gets to be a part of my throne that I forgot to upkeep my appearance.
-sighs-

i don't give a damn about pay rise

Teckwei asked me this question on the night where we met up for the "debriefing" session for Van+Nic's birthday party.

He asked, "Do you prefer working at 933 or at The Arts House?"

I rolled my eyes and told him that it is an unfair comparison and fyi, i enjoyed my stay at both places very much.

The folks at TAH were so fantastic that they treated me to lunch.As we were dividing the money for lunch, I asked Shiuan how much I needed to pay.

She calculated and then shuffed her hp into my fat face that showed this:

$0.00

+
$0.00
=
$0.00

I don't know to cry in laughter or to shed tears of gratitude.

My days at The Arts House have come to an end and my bosses are making me start a new journey at Little Arts Academy.

I don't know how long i'll survive there.

Because, really nothing can overwrite my experience at The Arts House.

Dawn, Nini, Shiuan, Amira, Eileen, Donald, Grace, Vivian, Amnah, Rayson, my dearest Burp-burp, Sarah, the techs, the security guards, the friendly people from Viet Lang, 1827, earshot, Timbre, Hospitality team...

You know,
even though I was the lowest paid life form in TAH,
I was very happy there.

Some happiness cannot be bought by money.
And seriously, a bunch of kids and a place with sunshiney murals aint lifting my spirits up.

Don't tell me that you have a lot of work lined up for me when you can't get the basic essentials like a bloody workstation with access to the work folders, Internet and printer set up for me.
I don't need elaborate Mac or a 17-inch computer screen with a 5gb horsepower.
All I bloody want is a table and chair so that I can type away for 8.5hours without killing my back.
THANKS.

Don't tell me you no money

I get extremely ruffled when I hear people telling me they no money and then say that I am rich because I am working.
Hello.
Lao niang's pay is only a miserable $800
AND AND AND
Lao Niang settle all her bloody 3 meals outside.
AND AND AND
The Arts House is situated at stupid ERP-heaven = City Hall.
Each freaking meal will cost me at least $6.
So if you do the math...(3 x $6) x 30 days = $540, and this does not include the days which I spend more than $6 per meal and on days which i do OT and have to cab, transport and things I need to buy like presents?
So which part of me is richer than you NSFs or students who get to enjoy $1 beehoon?

Working people does not equate to rich.
I get extremely pissed off when people start to hem and haw when it comes to sharing birthday presents. Please la, I also know you guys are no Bill Gates and we all have money issues. But the point is, how many times do you turn 21? And, put your hand to your heart, the present we got for your birthday ain't too cheap either.

Although I am not saying you should pay the same equal amount we paid for your gift. but cmon, have a heart. We can always work something out but stop saying that I am rich and "of course can afford ma!" .

You are not me.
I think I know my POSB and UOB accounts better than you.
Kana-jidei-sai.

Another reason why I should find a rich boyfriend.
Or even better.
Cut off all freaking ties with any one who has a birthday.
Live in recluse and be a hermit so I need spend money at all for birthday presents.
Idea, right?
-strokes chin-

snort snort

My friends placed a bet behind my back, saying that me being a workaholic will be so hooked on working that my claims about going back to school after my gap year will be abjured for something greater.

I enjoy working.
I really do.
Enjoy working so much that I have no qualms about working till 3.30am.
As if.
-rolls eyes-

But then again, i have to constantly remind myself that I need a degree and I pray with my fingers crossed so tightly that I'll get spasms, that perhaps NUS will take pity on me and take me in.
People ask me why I didn't enter uni at the same time as my peers.
4 years back, people asked me the same question when I chose to enter poly a year later then the 1988ers.

I just have this thing about taking a break each time I enter a new phase in life.
In simple terms,
I just like to be extra, cannot ah?
-snorts-

Giddens

The 10 days of Singapore Writers Festival has finally ended and as much as I watch, with relief, the tearing down of all the decorations, I really kind of miss the buzz in the house and of course Giddens. -chuckles-

I had the opportunity to pick up Giddens and his personal assistant from the airport and bascially "shadow" them throughout their short 2 days here. I was very surprised that a big-shot writer like him is so down-to-earth and humourous. He wanted to eat at our hawker centres and food courts, even when i mentioned to him that there isn't aircon and the hygiene is not as comparable to restaurants, he replied with his hands behind his head and a wink, "I don't mind as long as it is good food. Afterall, good food is always found at dirtier places right?"

Totally sold man.
-swoons-

Giddens and Terence.
一个新加坡人，一个台湾人。
两个都是很有才华的男人。

Molly: 你们这里男生要付多久的兵役啊？How long do guys have to serve National Service?
Me: 大概要2年吧。。About 2 years.
Molly: 那很久耶！That's very long!
Giddens: 当然啊！马来西亚随时会攻击他们，他们一定要准备啊！They have to be prepared because Malaysia is always looking for a chance to attack them.
HAHAHAHA

I was a Giddens fan.
Now i am an even bigger fan!
:D

The Writings on the Wall

Walking models for Singapore Writers Festival.

My mind is in a mess.
I can't seem to gather all my jumbled thought together and string it into words.
And just to keep the folks at Blogger happy, I shall update.
SWF has got my mind all messed up and i kind of lost the mojo to write.
I need sleep. i need sleep. i need sleep.
-pouts-

But i know i am not the worse.
Dawn, Shiuan, Nini are the powerhorses who run on zero sleep but still appear to be damn power.



# I wear out almost all my ankle socks on the first wear because I have exceptionally long toes.

# I have weirdly long hands too. So long that when I need to play the piano with my left or right hand, I need to shift my big butt around the seat and adjust myself.

# I do not wear shoes at work and I like to give people 2 and 3-syllable names like Yaoyao, Burpie, Nini..

# I can't be bothered to give some people face because they pissed the shit out of me and I would very much like to do the world a favour and pluck off all his hairs. even if they earn x10 of my pay.

# I realised I honestly work better at night where i have ghouls and spirits as neighbours. I'm probably too nosiy for them that's why they cant be bothered to disturb me.

# I love the smell of books. That explains why I blew $XXX at BooksActually (after discount somemore) during SWF but after swiping the card, the fact hits me. I wheregot time to read??

# I love my table at work very much but a pity that good things don't last. -sobs-

# I dislike changes but then again, sometimes changes bring about the good things.

# I can eat the same food, drink the same drink, watch the same show all the time but I cannot wear the same clothes. Yes, i'm a vainpot.

# I have a thing for huggable (not fat!), hairy and funny guys. However, I am very easily amused. and i mean VERY.

# Guys either amuses or pisses me off. Tianxi, fortunately you fall into the grey area. -laughs-

# I am neither an "ang moh pai" nor "cheena pai". I am lost in transit.

Back to work.
-frowns-

Netty. nutty

I have many best experiences in my life - be it school or work.
I am always blessed enough to meet fantastic people who come from different walks of life.
I guess God is fair in such amazing ways.
I may not be lucky in winning TOTO or 4D, neither do I have the blessing to snag a rich and handsome man .
But I am thankful for the ones that God placed in my life as friends.


Thanks to Wuhan and a common understanding, Netty and I went from pure schoolmates who attend the same lectures together for 2 years to classmates who went to Wuhan to study together to good friends who eat and crap together. :)

I can never get enough of taking my lucky stars for the Wuhan trip.
Without the Wuhan trip,
I wouldn't have realised that loving myself is of utmost importance..
I wouldn't have miraculously scored the highest on 《诗经》 when I cannot differentiate Confucius from Confusion.
I wouldn't have spent a day puking and then manage to lose the fats that I have been trying so hard to shed.
I wouldn't have seen Huiting in her worst (!) and how she pretends to be awake in the morning just to appease my fiery temper.
I wouldn't have seen the state of drunkenness Liwen and Wangyu often get themselves into.
I wouldn't have been crowned Taobao Queen.
I wouldn't have the luck to poke fun at Cho Mingxiu about his fats and his "impeccable" lifestyle.
I wouldn't have seen my version of Orlando Bloom and scoffed at Cindy Tan's taste in men -guffaws-
I wouldn't have rewatched Meteor Garden for the 10 000th time.
I wouldn't have been able to lead a tai-tai lifestyle in China. 1 SGD = 4.5RMB -whoops in joy-
I wouldn't, couldn't have experienced CHS at her finest.

weird out

A colleague told me this, "People in the arts are weird."
It totally cracked me up.
But it is totally true.
Artists, dancers, directors, whatever, people who are actually involve in artistic productions are weirdly demanding and they are totally a pain in the ass.
Which I think will not matter to them since most of the males in this arts industry, well, likes to feel the pain in their....*ouch
-rolls eyes-

And threatening me about ticket sales is NOT going to work.
it is YOUR show after all, so whether or not the show sells out, it is not my problem.
I am just leasing out the place to you and read your emails, you B-list celebrity/director.
We are not the very least threatened by your threats!
And and and and
Our working hours are 10am to 7.30pm.
Even though we work way beyond the normal hours, please don't expect us to be like you who needs no sleep.
You can't expect us to reply your 5.14am at say 5.15am, right?
No wonder, you are balding.
-flips hair-

November is coming, which means..
I got 3.5 months to decide which uni has the most shuai ges.
4 months till i turn 21 again. -haha-
1 month till I go Bangkok... and most importantly
it's time for a new job.
-ta dah-

what a difference a day makes

Other than getting myself all busied and irritated by a certain bum, I am basically making sure that my life is as beautiful as it can be.

Ah Neal deserves a peck on her cheeks because she brought me to watch Ronald Cheng X William So 2009 Concert at MAX Pavillion on Saturday. -grins- The concert was, in my point of view, fantastic. Albeit it was a bit short (it started at 1930 and ended at 2210), Ah Huat and I were like saying, it was so early that we still could take the train home! First time in my life I attended a concert that concluded BEFORE 11pm! - disbelief-

Caught on the mega screen

Much of the concert was in Cantonese and I am so so so so happy that my $$ spent on watching TVB dramas paid off because I could understand the entire concert's banter! -proud- And I absolutely love Ronald Cheng's voice.
Uber touching.

Went backstage..a blurred image of the fabulouse Ronald Cheng

And I was extremely excited and even yelped in excitement when William So started singing "Chase 追" by Leslie Cheung -张国荣. This is absolutely one of my favourite song ever. Lin Xi is a genius in lyrics and Leslie, gosh. He was my topic of choice during Chinese O's composition and because of him, I got my A1.


Neh caught the prawning fever ONLY recently.
-yawns-

So on Sunday, Neh+Nic+PX+Fazlie and I went to Jurong Prawning Farm, located near the Bird Park. I am an advocate of Bishan's Prawning Farm because the uncle there very nice, always giving in to my whines about not able to catch prawns. -smirks-

Jurong's Prawning Farm ain't too bad either. There wasn't much people, which I like as I am an ultime misanthropic on weekends. I HATE CROWDS.


Prawning, like fishing, requires patience.
But I think the secret to prawning is a bunch of good friends, some food, cheap beer and really, an easy-going attitude. If it's meant to be your catch, you will hook it, bait or no bait.
Just like everything else in life, be it job offers, shopping deals and love mates, when the time comes, you can run but you can't hide.

Back to work!

taichi master

The schools that I went to and graduated from taught me many things.
From reading and writing to doing calculations and dissecting plants.

The places I worked at and people I worked with taught me many things too.
From handling needy clients to organising events.

However, I am upset that none of them taught me the art of taichi.
Tai chi-ing stuff/events that is handle my own care to someone else so that he or she can clean up the mess I created.
Tai chi-ing awaythings and appear to be very busy though I knock off way before the stipulated time.
And all you need to do is to cc me in an email appear damn generous by sponsoring every single event's venue when you shouldn't.

I should request to my lecturers to set up a module called Tai Chi Your Way Up The Corporate Ladder.
In this module, you will learn how to delegate ALL your duties to everyone and when the big boss ask you what you are doing, you rattle off every single thing you have tai-chied to your colleague but make it appear that you are VERY HARDWORKING and bringing in money for the company while in actual fact, you are not doing anything constructive yet still have $$$$ entering your account every month!

Wonderful module isn't it?
This way, we can shake leg and yet still have money coming in.
Crap, why didnt HMS teach me this when I was still studying?!

hiroki mania

I have attended movie premieres, press conferences, concerts when I was at Y.E.S.93.3FM.
I thought that by coming over to The Arts House, I'll lose all these freebie privileges.
How was I to know that the movie premieres became premieres for musicals and drama performances, pop concerts became jazz concerts or piano recitals.
-smug grin-

F1 view from The Arts House's rooftop

Perhaps the biggest freebie I got this year was to be able to part of Asia on the Edge 2009 and experience a lingerie fashion show while nibbling on food prepared by world class chefs and downing endless supply of Coke/Miranda/White Wine/Mumm Champagne/ Red Wine/Beer.

This is damn good!
by Singapore's Chef Haikal

Each ticket to JING - Asia on the Edge 2009 cost $350 and $500 on Race Night itself.
-eyes popped out-
and i got in for free, almost everyday.
Why the good luck?
Because I am on duty, have to prevent cheeko-pehs from groping those scantily-clad Shanghai-nese models and to remind people not to step on the carpeted runway lest the models trip and fall.

Chef Hiroki from Japan!
Handsome deska!
-swoons-

I am busy busy busy busy like a bee at The Arts House.
Although I am the lowest life form in TAH as I have one of the lowest pay, apart from the cleaning aunties, I pride myself to have better knowledge of how to go about doing things around the House than someone who has x5 of my pay!
-grumbles-

Boon and Bel

I dedicate this blog entry to my munchkins Ah Boon.
For those who read her blog and cant see her face as China's webline is cranky and does not allow any foreign posting, i.e. pictures on blog and Facebook -gasp-, here's a series of hilarious pictures to make your day.

Presenting....
BOON & BEL

This is the 2 of us, stripped bare of make-up and at our primate best.
-laughs-

Episode 1: Excited

It took a couple of bloopers before we could finally see and hear each other .
It took a while for the images to load and I must say,
I think Skype would have done a better job
but oh wells, MSN ain't that horrid. -shrugs-

Yes, I know I look constipated.
Like I said, "PRIMATE BEST".
It didnt help that MSN chose to hang on me when I was talking!

Episode 2: The Puny Table

This is THE study table that Boon has to share with her room-mate.
The school's pretty ingenious to come up with the idea
that by putting 2 chairs to a table it becomes 2 study tables.
What a way to cut costs.

Girls, being girls, we have our cosmetics and all.
Therefore Puny Table is now their Dressing Table.
And if Boon returns with poor eyesight and a broken back,
it's because she studies on her bed,
flat on her tummy.
-rolls eyes-

Episode 3: MEOW.

Ah Mao decides to spread his fur and love to Wuhan.
Yes, he nearly died because I was unknowingly choking him with that hand position
while Boon and I were excitedly engaging in Ah Mao talk.

But Ah Mao did wave hello, at my command. HAHA.

Episode 4: Things we hug to bed

Boon really brought her bolster to Wuhan.
I brought my Dirty Pillow to Wuhan too, then.
Because we both have no man to hug to sleep.

Episode 5: Chocolate is Food

Hao Li You from Wuhan versus Singapore's Koko Krunch.
I miss snacking in the hostel room.
-sighs-

Episode 6: Kiss Goodnight

She has lessons at 8am.
I have work at 10am.

And offline we both went.
<3
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How long has it been?
A year?
A year ago, I still had curly hair and I had to grudgingly force-wake Chen Huiting up every morning.
A year ago, Lao Gan Ma (food from the side alley) was still around.
A year ago, I had to busy myself with 2 phones.
A year ago, I saw snow and wished upon the first snowflake.
A year ago, I ate my 3 meals with great classmates.
A year ago, We mah-jonged while Huiting snored.
A year ago, the class would gather in my room and have roaring good time.
A year ago, I go to class in the morning and Taobao-ed in the night.
A year ago, I collect my Taobao items in the afternoon and order takeaways at the same time.
A year ago...

Has it been that fast?
We dreaded 12 September 2008 so much but now, we're all dying to relive those Wuhan memories.
If I could do it all over again, I would leave my baggages in Singapore and board the flight in smiles.
Some tears weren't worth it.
And i think my puffy eyes and constant crying at the departure shocked the hell out of Lin Junjie.
-laughs-

Have a great time in Beilou/Queens/Chicony, ah Boon.
i know you are
=D

the girl in striped camisole

My handsome cousin.
getting more handsome by each family gathering
=)

I decided that I will stop dreaming about marrying into a wealthy family and own a room full of shoes, clothes and bags.
I am no hot babe, so this fantasy will never come true.
But I think this next dream might sound more logical.

I think I should either fall in love or marry a doctor or the heir to Raffles Medical Group or even SingHealth.

I fall sick so often that I think those doctors that I visit secretly rub their hands in glee and punch the air in joy when they see my name because Annabel = money. And mind you, the sicknesses that I have are not your average fever but neither is it death-defying like say.....SARS.

Sometimes I think my mother and God has something against me.
Not that I am lamanting about my lack of looks or brains
BUT
why I have so many medical problems?
-pulls hair out-

I have skin problem - my skin pigment is unbalanced, I can never achieve Karen Mok's sexy gams.
I have spinal problem - my nerve protrudes my bone, I cringe each time I overwork my back.
I have stomach problems- I hugged the toilet bowl and puked out green maggi mee and I fainted.
I have eye problems - my oil glands are so active that I had to undergo 3 stye operations.

I spend so much money seeing dermatologist, eye surgeons, doing X-ray and all that I think the best thing I could do to repay my mother is to find a surgeon boyfriend.
Or maybe a doctor sugar daddy.
Or maybe a boss of the insurance company.

That way, I can go in and out of the hospital at my whim and not pay a single cent.
because I get to claim.

Perfect solution to all my medical woes.
I'm so smart.
-whoops hand in joy-

you are so dead

It's been a hectic week.
Dead Sea Scrolls squeezed the life out of me.
I never knew selling tickets could be such a pissed-off event and pardon me, sometimes it is such bad apples around that makes me re-think about Christianity.

So there was this bloody uncle who kicked up a huge fuss when he was in the queue to buy a pair of admission tickets. He had waited in the line for say the longest 5 minutes of his life? And he threatened to write to the press because even though there were 5 people at the ticketing counter, 2 of us were doing the settlements for the morning shift. the other 3 temps were busy chopping tickets and collecting money.

To that particular childless old uncle and his sour-prune wife, I'm sorry for letting you wait for 5 minutes in the queue. I should have ignore the other 3 people IN FRONT of you and laid out a red carpet for you the moment I caught a whiff of your body odour.

When we're all high-strung...
We cam-whore with Rayson's iMac

The best part was, he demanded to see the ticketing manager. It was Friday and 2pm. My manager's a Muslim and he was off to prayers. ..

Me: Hi sir, sorry but my ticketing manager's Muslim and he's off to prayers... Uncle: Okay, Muslim ah? Then who's the boss here? Who ? Who?
Me: The general manager of Arts House, sir, is Mr Colin Goh.
Uncle: Good, ask him to see me now!
Me: Uh, sorry sir but Colin's not around. He's...-cuts me off-
Uncle: Not around? Why, is he also at prayers? Colin also Muslim is it?!?
Me: -rolls eyes- He's at Japan for a business meeting..

This totally cracked me up.
The uncle converted the Catholic/Christian boss of mine to a Muslim.
-claps-

But anyways, Burp and I went to walk around the exhibits and it was pretty cool.
Dead Sea Scrolls, anyone? -grins-

tainted

I think Pedro did a good job of changing Mingxiu's name. -grins-

I have no sugar daddy despite my utmost effort to find one by hanging around Fullerton.
I still have not successfully become a millionaire by winning Toto or 4D because I think I have no affinity with numbers.
I haven't made a quick buck by becoming some small-time blogger or going on reality shows because I think I'll scare the people sitting in front of the tv and no one actually finds my blog interesting.

So therefore, I am a poor student.

But no matter what, when they come to Singapore, I am more than happy to feed on bread and air just to watch them live.

Courtesy of Huiyuan
who sat at the enviously 4th row from the stage!
@_@

The thing about my love for Mayday is that their songs make sense.
Other than harping about love lost, they make sense about life.
And at every of their concert which I have religiously attended over the past 3 years, I never fail to dab my eyes at some point in time.
They ingrained in me some crazy potion of hope and made me realise the importance of the smallest things and taught me to live again.

Boon is currently baking herself in the hot sun of Wuhan and I must say i miss those days.
Been a year already.
We have all changed so much.
We lost weight.
We gained weight -points at MX and Yao-
We loved and lost and gained.

I miss Wuhan and those poly days.
Where dreams could be wilder where aspirations weren't that tainted.