I Dreamed a Dream

Abel is on Facebook 24/7.
-tsk tsk-

I must say, Facebook is evil.
Right after my previous entry where I rambled on about how Facebook deprived me academically, my wonderful newly acquired Sony Ericsson "The Facebook Phone" C510 decided to throw a hissy fit. It blacked out just when I wanted to take a picture of .....-embarrassed- myself.
Great.
It just proves how scary I am.
My face can cause a phone to shut down.
I must have some supersonic ability.

Moral of the story: Do not bad mouth Facebook when you have a pro-FB phone.
KARMA IS A BITCH.
Roger that.

It's nearing the end of April and it dawned on me that my wardrobe was bursting at its hinges with the 1001 clothes I acquired over the 4.5 months in Wuhan and subsequently on my retail therapy trip to HK and in Singapore.


So I nearly got buried under all some of my clothes as i sought to sort them out and pack them in.
I have 2 wardrobes - one for home-wear, one for i-won't-scare-the-daylights-out-of-people-when-i-wear'em wear.
But thanks to my shopping illness, I now have to "borrow" my brother's drawers' to keep them.
I mean, why would a guy need more drawers than a girl, right? -nods-
I am as anal as the scholars-turn-civil-servants at XXX that I have my clothes categorized in colours and type (outer wear/hosiery/casual/dresses).
And guess who was the supervisor of the day?

The cat wags his tail as he watches me clear up the little mess.

There's truth to the old saying - as curious as a cat.
In Singapore, curious = kay poh.
Lim Ah Mao is damn kay-poh.

My days are mundane.
I go to work.
I eat.
I roll my eyes.
I flip my hair constantly to spread my dandruff.
I eat pork and crack -ahem- jokes.

But thank God for my friends who are nice enough to invite me for their birthday parties and are gracious enough to hear my crap over a cuppa and dinner, that my life seems much more colourful and eventful than my cat's.
Now all I need is to have courage to chase after my rainbow.
And then i'll die in peace.

When i do die,my dear ex-roomie, Miss Chen Huiting, please do offer me a discount!
-winks-

Curse of the Facebook

Back in the days where everyone on the street would be gleaming with pride each time their handphone rings, and a monotone ringtone blast out, chatting on mIRC was the must-do thing.

Before the influx of blogger/wordpress/xanga/livejournal, there was www.freeopendiary.com. It was like a small community of avid bloggers and i manage to make and maintain friendship with ONE pathetic friend. (Desmond, are you reading this? -LAUGHS-)

Then came Friendster.
I get friends who will bug me to "add me leh" and "write testi for me!" and this went on for quite a while until Facebook came along.
Friendster's marketing team do realise that they are losing out to Facebook and chose to cleverly market themselves to the Lucky Plaza People.
It became THE networking site for the-ones-who-have-sex-with-Blangadeshi-workers and your 'Testimonial" pages gets virus-bombarded with porno links.

So, this is the Facebook age.
Where we use it to stalk people (!), show care and concern for friends, engage in inane games such as Mob Wars, Restaurant City and Pet Society and can stay up the whole night just to perfect our score.
Where after each phototaking, the first thing we will say is, "Tag me on FB ah!".
Where we can accurately tell you where the Louvre Museum in Paris is located, thanks to Geo Challenge.

With the release of our cumulative GPA results after 3 years of slogging in NP, I finally understood why darling Chengyao is the Golden Grad and my sweetheart Meiting is the Silver Grad and I still remain out of the Dean's List despite my many efforts in stapling a 50dollar note behind each assignment I handed up.

Time Magazine April 14 2009

Apparently, the more active you are on Facebook, the lower is your GPA.
Neh neh.
And the person who came up with Facebook is a Harvard grad.
sibei evil.

No wonder the 2 of them are never online and they don't play Pet Society or Geo Challenge.
This also thoroughly explains why my birthday mate Cho Ming Xiu lost his Golden Grad crown to Yao.

Mingxiu is on facebook 24/7 .
-guffaws-

hello sunshine

It was the Good Friday long weekend and if i had the spending power, I would have probably jetted off to HK and embrace my darling H&M again. But of course, reality bites. My butt is still in Singapore and my stale fart still hangs in Singapore air. While I cant jetset from Central to TST to Mongkok, I did it from Orchard to Raffles City to Marine Parade to Tampines to Loyang. Well, at least it is better than sitting at home and grow fat with my cat.

TGIF event at Marine Parade.
I finally saw beyond Guowei's head with my 2.5 inch heels.

Tete-a-tete session with the best girlfriend.
i think Far East Organisation should place her on their VIP list.
The amount she spends at FEP on each visit...
GOSH.

Lunch with Says and we were drenched in the rain.
Because this bugger refuse to tear himself away from the Fender guitars
he was trying out at Swee Li.
-rolls eyes-

I think i suck at making vows because I still opened my wallet and swiped my UOB across the card machine on Sunday. Vanessa, Peixuan, Teckwei and I met up to go head to Leong Weijie's 21st chalet at Tampines. But actually, our main plan was to visit Tampines 1 and...explore Uniqlo. -sorry Weijie! =x-


The queue to enter Uniqlo was insanely long, I half wanted to give up but with a shopaholic friend called Vanessa who insisted on us joining the snaking queue..-shrugs- We queued for about 20 minutes and then we saw The Light.

I mean, you don't expect me to queue for 20 minutes and spend 1 hour inside the shop and leave emptyhanded right? That is SO morally wrong! -laughs-

Teckwei initially was appalled at our idea of going to Uniqlo but at the end of the day, he came to look for us with his shopping basket FULL! On the contrary, Vern the Queen spent the least at SGD 48, followed by me at SGD54, teckwei at SGD98 and lo and behold, PX topped the list at a mind-boggling SGD120. Never judge a book by its cover. -flips hair-

The chalet was pretty cool. To be honest, I wasnt that close to Leong Weijie back in my New Town days. But since it was a 21st party, i figured it would be a good chance to catch up with all these mates that i have yet to see since my bob-hair era.

As a newtowner, this is a must-do ritual when you officially hit 21.
DUNK THE CHIVAS!

2009 and 2010 will be the worst years for my bank accounts. With all my 88ers turning 21 and 89ers turning 21 next year, I reckon i'll be busy going for one party to another celebration and my bank accounts will continuously be drained out. Not that I am complaining, you only turn 21 once. And after that, you'll be just like me. You'll stop counting the number of candles, until some badass comes along and remind you that you have only NINE more years to go before you are labelled as a old woman at THIRTY.
Fabulous friends I have don't I? -grrr-
NEH NEH!

can i rant?

Can I rant?
I believe God is up there, shaking his head and wondering what went wrong with this creation of His.
He probably forgot to add in some ingredients when He was moulding me back in 1988.
Otherwise, explain to me why, all it took was a 3minutes conversation, to bring me down to Ground Zero?
I thought i had become stronger after the 4 1/2 months of living by myself in Wuhan.
I thought I was no longer as weak or fragile as before.
I snickered and turn my nose up at the past me as i re-read my old diaries.
I cannot believe i thought i was pretty mature then.

But tonight i realised, as the walls came crashing down.
I was only sweeping everything under the carpet.
Things that i used to do with confidence and knowing have now been replaced with unfamiliar emotions.
There are so many things inside me that I want to say but I can't because of this, because of that.
Because I am afraid.
Because I have grown accustomed to the fact that running away would be the perfect solution.

I'm such a coward that I think even my cat looks down on me.
It's pathetic you know, to be me.
I shall go dig a hole and bury myself, turn the mirror upside down and not look at myself.
It's a pain in the ass to be me, at this point of time.
Fancy having an identity crisis at 21.
Gosh.

and she gets married

Just before my brain went to snooze mood in front of the computer while doing QC-ing in the PMO office, my phone rang and i saw the message from Chongqing. Apparently, he won a Best Joke bet with Ivy and Ivy's punishment was to don a sexy a wedding gown.

Nothing big you might think but if you know Ivy, she is always in Tees and slacks/jeans. Never has her shoulders seen the light of the day, except in the bathroom. So Ivy really went all out for this "punishment'. The wedding gowns had plunging necklines and revealed more than her shoulders. Her twin peaks came out to say hello too. -winks-
So even though i had to make a trip up to Caldecott at 11pm, i was more than willing too.
How can the kaypoh me miss out on such a huge event?

I quietly slipped in to the 933 conty minutes before their "Two White Sharks" programme started. Ivy saw me and went, "AAAAHHHHH...AH BEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! why are you heeeerrrrreeee?!?!?"

She was uber suprised to see me but man, I was even more shocked to see her all decked out and almost ready to be married! Chong Qing is the fairy godmother of the night. Thanks to his great social network, he got Ted Wu (!) to sponsor the 2 wedding gowns and Kenneth Lee to do the makeup and had Ivy transformed from a tomboy to a sexy lady.

Ignore my sallow face and aunty garb.
Any one would look like garbage next to Ivy in a sexy dress!

Like how Cinderella went back to scrubbing the floors and had her coach turn back to a pumpkin, by midnight, Ivy's signature slogan tees and slacks were back on and so did her swagger. Gosh, i miss my attachment days. It's been a year and it's always comforting to hear them call me "Ah Bel" each time we meet. Now, if only there wasn't recession and that particular someone would clear her desk and make way for me..
-rubs chin-
i'm kidding.

suddenly it dawned on me last night how uncertain life can be. Corny and cliched it may sound but you cannot agree on how true is it. You could die just by eating rojak. Your iPhone could explode in the middle of an irritating Jonas Brothers' song and disfigure your face. Your nerdy classmate might just attack you when you refuse to teach him in an assignment...The possibilities are aplenty.
Each time i jay-walked successfully, I'll thank God for sparing my life.
Each morning when I wake up and realise I only have 30 minutes to get ready, I thank God for letting me live.
Each bite i take in while snacking on a fat thigh from KFC, I thank God that my arteries are not THAT clogged with fats yet.
Each packet of Iced Lemon Tea I gulped down, I silently thank God for not giving me diabetes.

So I thank God for being so magnaimous with me for the past 21 years and 27 days.
I hope His heart will continue to be big enough for me.
I just need a little bit more time.
A little more time for me..
...
...
...
to finish my TVB drama serials and I'll be happy.
HAHA.

the cat and the tube

As a sibling, you get oddly annoyed when your younger ones try to imitate in the way you speak, dress and carry yourself. Just like how gullible we all can be when the boss tells us that this dress is "ONE-PIECE ONLY", we are willing to pay any amount for limited edition stuff without batting an eyelid just to stand out in the crowd.

Although it is an honour to have someone mimicking you, you can't help but wish that some people will understand the meaning behind "Unique". Perhaps we should shove the dictionary under their noses and flip it to page 1304 of the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary and read aloud the meaning behind this adjective.

But of course, this is a tactic you use when you are dealing with a human.
What if, the person that is imitating you is..
YOUR PET?
-faints-

Ah Mao watching tv.
Cantonese he also know.

Sometimes I am really amused at my cat's antics.
He talks to those mynah birds while perching on my ledge as though they are old friends.
He sleeps in such contorted position that i wonder if he goes for Yoga lessons when the entire clan is out of the house.

He is such an obnoxious cat that he sleeps on my newspaper, leaving me with no chance to pry it out under his 3kg body.


Pompous he may be, but he knows when I'm upset.
He cant clean the tears off my face or put a plaster over my wounds because his claws will most likely disfigure me.
He cant give me comforting hug or a soothing kiss either because his mouth stinks and his limbs are too short to wrap around my slouching shoulders.

But he aint an unfeeling cat.
What he cant do, he makes it up by rubbing his little head against my legs and look at me with those dewy eyes, as though to say everything is gonna be okay.
That was the first and probably the only time I see some use of having a pet.

Maybe I should consider getting a dog when I am old haggard and saggy.
At least they are easier to control than a man.
-rubs chin-