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