Friday, December 31, 2004
ooh lala
AH-HA! yes. i'm still in one piece after a harrowing madrush in st petersburg. am in helsinki now clearing my mailbox that's flooded with sickening viagra spams. will keep you guys posted on the pictureblogs when i'm back in town. planning itinerary for finland now and will be heading to senate square and esplanade park for the NYE celebrations. till then my loves *mwwahs*bee wrote this at 9:01 PM
Sunday, December 26, 2004
every action has a reaction
those running in the advertising circus would know bout this ruckus. yesyes...he got the entire network of singapore agencies talking bout this but really...what was his objective again? if his agenda's focused on using this stunt to stick his foot into the closed door pitch, then he's a fuckwit. it's a bloody $28k stunt that made not only him, but publicis look like fools. i hereby extend my full sympathies to the sisters saatchi and LB.is ian batey sniggering right now? then again, was the ad meant to mock a certain incumbent instead? they sure do have alot of money for such childish stunts that garner attention for all the wrong reasons.
bee wrote this at 3:31 PM
to russia with "love"
as of today till 6 jan 2005, there'll probably be no entries as me and mak make our way to helsinki and st petersburg. wish us luck for i'm paranoid bout:...being mugged at gunpoint
...being kidnapped and sold off to russian brothels ala the russian/czech film lidya forever. (i think it's lidya. watched it at the film fest two years ago)
...being interrogated by russian police and thrown into a cell for inability in communicating "we ain't from china and we're not interested in staying within the russian federation as illegal immigrants"
...losing my backpack and along with all my belongings and hence spending the night at the police station anyway
...the train station and hostels telling us we do not have confirmed bookings
...mak getting a bad allergy and i'll be so freaked out and will be hit by anxiety attacks
but... little miss chicken heart here is really looking forward to the beautiful city of st petersburg and snowland helsinki and spending it with her metro half. till then, enjoy the NYE hols my dears.
with lurv...
bee wrote this at 2:32 PM
xmas madness
santa bryan and "sexy" randy
bee wrote this at 1:58 PM
harlem
nah. that's the ringleader of metrosexuals, mak. and his humble at times masculine bee.
bee wrote this at 1:55 PM
the gay dudes
bee wrote this at 1:54 PM
and...
xmas insanity
that's meiyee, abi and randy san.
bee wrote this at 1:04 PM
santa's village
the sims
that's the sim family at the shang for their annual outdoor xmas dinner. food was excellent too bad we were seated indoors (pseudo master ain't fancy al fresco). the grilled prawns and lobster....drool.
bee wrote this at 1:04 PM
this one's for the girls
buds
had a string of unforgiving wallet draining lunches and dinners the entire week.
tuesday nite 21 dec: met taitai tam (extreme right) and adrian at pre-rouge for din. food was expensive and the calamaris were the worst of the lot i've ever eaten. it's my fault cos silly ole me thought it was still esmiradas. now, esmirada's one of our all-time favs. should've just gone to chijmes.
thursday 23 dec: met celine at hard rock cafe for din. acjc kids were having a reunion party and the hrc band rocked. had chicken and beef fajitas and cobb salad. missed the awesome country fried steak we used to gourge on when we were thirteen. fyi, hrc is not as "mat" as the early days so stop the eye rolling.
friday 24 dec: met trish at crossroads marriott. waited 20min for a table and was bitching bout mee goreng costing twenty bucks and tom yum soup fifteen bucks. had an all day brekkie instead and was excellent. reminded me loads of marmalade pantry. have to learn making poach eggs someday.
bee wrote this at 1:03 PM
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
what's past doesn't mean it's forgotten.
http://www.centurychina.com/wiihist/njmassac/index.htmlatrocities will never be forgotten, erased nor forgiven. would've shot myself too if i was iris chang.
bee wrote this at 2:26 PM
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
the "giving" season
didn't realise as of yesterday spinelli's taken advantage of the xmas good spirit by increasing its prices by thirty cents. so my medium cap skinnies are now $4.30...meaning an increase of $6 every month and $72 per year. so u guys know what to get me when i get my own place in the future. I NEED A MULTIFUNCTION EXPRESSO/CAPPUCINO MACHINE. thank you very much.and perhaps to also throw in:
1. dryer
2. hand held vacuum cleaner for the tiny nooks
3. vouchers for weekly cleaning services-awesome!
4. a greyhound
5. steam iron- the ones that can iron your stuff vertically
6. subwoofers - symphonies are orgasmic when blasted aloud
7. big comfy beanies
8. pretty expresso cups
9. good coffee beans
10. shanghai tang frangipani-like room freshener or anything lavender
11. good tub of bravassimmo gelato
12. japanese cushions
13. mosaic mirrors - they've got tons in freo (celine, tam and trish would probably know this shop. it's next to the $2 store just off the main coffee strip)
14. smoothie maker
15. sandwich maker - i lived on this machine for three years
16. microwave - similarly it was my lifeline
17. little pots of plants - missed my aloe vera plant
18. a dozen botts of detergent
pls do NOT buy:
1. dishwasher - waste of time and water. sides i enjoy the therapeutic experience...you know people like cleaning, i like washing dishes.
2. furry anything - i fucking hate excess hair. for instance super long haired carpets where u can't see what's lurking in there.
3. anything vanilla - i get terrible headaches from anything vanilla cept for the icecream
4. toilet seat cushions - such unhygienic inventions
5. fake flowers - so i need to vacuum the florals on top of the agonising house? only appreciate fresh ones and make that red roses and white lilies please.
6. expensive cutlery - kindness appreciated but really, i'll rather you split the money and buy me more of the above.
7. ice cream or bread maker- for what?!? you probably don't know me very well do you? it's ok, i love cash too.
bee wrote this at 8:54 AM
what's l-o-v-e?
something that brings nothing but painWithout love, there’re no memories
Without memories, there’s no pain
without pain, there's no hate
That’s why people with no recollection of memories feel nothing at all
it's nothing but a delusion
at times a tragedy
Life is like a shell
with an emptiness that awaits to be filled
Alas it is always never to be
Cos each time it fills the brim
Someone would be there to tip it over,
To empty all that has filled the shell
We live
We learn
But we always repeat the same mistakes
Why
I don’t know
If you do
Please let me know.
why can't things be simple?
why do we always choose to complicate things?
why do we get upset if we can choose to ignore it?
cos the day one stops becoming upset is the day one has stopped loving.
it's also the day when the shell's empty again.
perhaps someday it'll learn its lesson.
then again, no one will know till its dying breath.
bee wrote this at 1:18 AM
Monday, December 20, 2004
itadakimasu part II
sashimi buffet
can u ever OD on salmon and kajiki? i almost did with the excellent japanese buffet dinner at kuishinbo this evening (oh celine, it's no longer a marche concept anymore). there's abi, bryan and mak and a table filled with sashimi, shisamo, tempura, beef teriyaki, soft shell crabs, sushi, cha soba, snow crabs and helluva cheesecake desserts. pity we missed the FIRST TEN SPECIALS on the grilled lobster (the family on our left grabbed four of the ten limited edition lobs.wah lau eh.)
http://belynda.blogspot.com/2004/11/itadakimasu.html
bee wrote this at 11:50 PM
the one with many arrows
the last she needed this morning was to find an avalanche of arrow shooting mails from the client (sent 3.17am... jeez). she and her partner weren't fretting so much over the mails cos they've done the ultimate cover -thy- ass moves knowing finger pointing situations would happen the way things have been done. brings the two team members to the big question: accountability. as a supporting partner, they've done all humanely possible reminders like multiple chaser mails with the works (bold, highlighted, labelled, urgent), sms, msn and even two-min phone reminders (cos client's always too busy to listen any longer). should the client tend to slip, not remember or fail to communicate across certain factors to their own team, it would inevitably mean the third party (the two team members) are at fault for not being enthusiasitic and proactive. now, the two baffled members would like to know the meaning of "proactive" when briefings come in one sms brief. sans information, release dates, pictures, much less the physical product, what can proactiveness reveal except for useless generic plans which would later be criticised for lack of creativity and passion. she fucking hates that word now.bee wrote this at 5:37 PM
...
seeming to understand her moodiness and confusion, the kind electricity in the office has decided to fuse itself and join her in the mellowness of the morning. strangely, the pcs are still workable. so here she is at nine am on a bluey monday morning listening to her christmas music with a heavy heart. pathetic as it sounds, she's glad for the blackout cos it allows her to sit alone and rationalise certain things. impulsive and private, yet fighting hard for optimism despite her rough edges. she's running with the wind, not really knowing where she's headed and not knowing if that's the best direction. all she knows is it would've been silly to run against the wind wouldn't it? go with the flow they say. what if the boat decides not to go with the flow cos it just ain't as exciting? off it goes in search of another direction. and there she is, the desolate watching the drifting boat.bee wrote this at 8:56 AM
Friday, December 17, 2004
what inspires a dead mind.
1. watching rain pour2. foot massages
3. taxi conversations
4. waiting in line for coffee
5. tom yum soup
6. weird blogs (there's this particular local teen who writes in awfully small reverse text expressing depressing thoughts)
bee wrote this at 5:49 PM
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
fruit platter
fruit platter
the prodigal pseudo master's outdone himself AGAIN. he's now proclaimed pseudo chef. he made mom and me a fruit platter each (i repeat EACH). the huge plate of chappalang you're looking at consists of:
1) mango
2) pineapple
3) mangosteen
4) banana
5) jackfruit
6) watermelon
7) durian (WTF?)
i swear this is the last time i'm requesting for any "fruit salads" from pseudo master. and celine if you're reading this, you'll understand why i was able to polish off half a cantaloupe after dinner cos this is the sort of bowel aid i've been trained with during the preteen days.
let's see if my well-trained stomach can handle this super duper fruit salad combi. will keep you guys posted.
bee wrote this at 9:33 PM
book club
books
a lineup of my fav books:
1) the best short stories of j.g. ballard
2) luke sullivan's a guide to creating great ads
3) dr cindy pan's pandora's box
4) paul arden's it's not how good you are, it's how good you want to be
5) edward de bono's the de bono code book
6) chuck palahniuk's non-fiction
7) matt beaumont's e
8) david ogilvy's confessions of an advertising man
strangely, books like "e" and "the guide to creating great ads" are better enjoyed if you've been in the industry for six months or longer. twisted humors, screwed up agencies, scandalous adventures and whathaveyous. "e"'s my fav bedtime novel cos it not only makes me smile but its my way of relieving the full fledged agency way of life i had for three years.
missed working on creative pitches (never mind if we always lost a certain property giant to another "localised" MNC due to guanxi), focus groups and briefings.
missed the bitchy traffic people.
missed the hokkien production people.
missed the temperamental art directors.
missed the fast talking copywriters (didyounotnoticemostcopywriterstalkrealfast?).
missed the inefficient media planners.
sniff. so what the fuck am i doing in a creative house when all i really want is being a suit again?
bee wrote this at 8:57 PM
ooh-la-la
new pressie
mom surprised me this morning with an out-of-the-blue pressie. she seemed kinda shy, choosing to go the round bout way by asking me if the pendant was "nice or not?". Honestly, it didn't look fantastic nestled in the box.
"Hmm, looks ok." turns back to mirror
"i bought this for you..."
"..." oh fuck. she must be hurt when i didn't show any enthusiam
"isetan was having this okinawa fair and i thought you might like this" takes pendant outta box
"eh! it looks nicer outta the box" (honestly)
"try try, see how it looks...u like?"
"yes, thanks ma" puts it on immediately
it's one of those things that could've been "so-so" but made beautiful cos it came from her heart. and that's also the reason why the bear's been sitting next to my pillow for the past six years. he's called morgan and he was supposed to keep me company when i left for perth six years ago. how sweet of her. i love my mom.
bee wrote this at 8:50 PM
bay-bee-moo-sic
ever composed baby music?here's a really adorable version by baby laura's cousins in perth, sung to the tune of "if you're happy and you know it clap your hands" (can't remember the sequence of the jees and boos):
a-jee-boo-jee a-jee-boo-jee a-jee-jee
a-jee-boo-jee a-jee-boo-jee a-jee-jee
a-jee-boo-jee a-jee-jee a-jee-boo-jee a-jee-jee
a-jee-boo-jee a-jee-boo-jee a-jee-jee
so cuteeeee. it's sticks in your head and goes on repeat mode like one of those really bad radio jingles (go harvey go harvey..).
http://belynda.blogspot.com/2004/11/awww-moments.html
bee wrote this at 2:04 PM
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
the one with the cool machine
had a frustrating morning sitting my ass out at the cantonment police station from 8.45am- 10.30am. gave me a headache and gastric. nah, ain't what you guys think. was trying to apply for police clearance and the hours are apparently 9am-12pm monday-fridays. so what does the nice indian lady busy herself with 2-5pm then? processing the stuff probably. oh well. was peeved when i found four early birds in the room upon arrival. shucks. there! i wasn't shy to exhibit the kiasu-singaporean me by arriving fifteen min before the service opens. big fucking deal. anyhow, sitting in a room watching arnold gay on cnn's probably my only savoir. oh, that and my current book by beverly barton "as good as dead". any of you 4-D maniacs there? my number was 8012. if you strike a mil, kindly drop me a note so i can kick myself for not believing in chances.the room's small and freaky, reckon its the grim police surrounding. no idea how people can work in such soundless environments where all you hear are occasional phone buzzes, "hmmm" of the computers and clack clack's from the stacked heels. and in this context, plus plain clothes detectives and blue clothed sirs and mdms. SUPER FREAKY. but what they do have is this cool looking biomatrix machine where each of your fingers are scanned for prints and kept for record purposes. in anticipation of committing offences from now till the clearance form's approved or maybe till i get out of singapore? as cool as the machine looked, it totally under performed when it rejected six of my ten prints and classified them "unreadable". huh? last i checked, the skin on the base of my fingers looked perfectly "scan-nable". erratic machines. tsk.
anyhow, got a call from sweets telling me its the last day to fulfill final payment for the air tics to helsinki. darn! took a cab down to liat towers and salivated at hermes for a good two minutes. headed up with an empty stomach to find the one and only counter servicing this nice finnish old man who was asking 101 questions bout flight details. *sigh* rumble. read my book. rumble. paid the tics, trooped over to BK, grabbed my fav nuggets and fries and sat in the rattiest and jerkiest cab ever back to office. logged onto CNN and read bout the peterson verdict. would sentencing him to death give them peace of mind? it wouldn't bring the daughter and grandchild back, so wouldn't life imprisonment without parole be better? knowing his life is ruined within the four walls rather than being given a new release in life ala reincarnation? hmmm. bizarre turn of events.
if i was podding (its not a foul word right?), here's a mini list of tracks i'll load into the little gadget that's churning moolahs for the macworld. beware: it might possibly make you cringe.
lately - jodyssey
we could be together - debbie gibson (campfire mix) EGADS! but i like
i'll be loving you forever - New kids on the block
baby give it to me - busta rhymes and mariah carey (this number's SEX-Y)
you are the sunshine of my life - stevie wonder
polyester girl- regurgitator
like a prayer - madonna
i wish you love- nat king cole
nice!
btw, any tips on shutting up an exasperating person who rattles non-stop, shouts racist jokes across mezzanine levels (and expect a reply to boot), mimics french and coerces people for smoke breaks when they don't feel like it? farking annoying.
bee wrote this at 4:09 PM
something's changed.
ever wanted to avoid some people so bad? the dread's been nagging cept that i've conveniently tucked them aside and naively dreamed it might dwindle and lift itself off my shoulders. is it better to wear masks and go round smiling like you're best friends when awkwardness and uncomfortable silences are mulling and all you wish for is the ground beneath to open up and swallow you whole. or i could pretend to be ignorant and positive. but that only works best when things don't matter that much anymore would it? it's sad how selfish humans are as they begin to grasp ownership of something.background music: common people by pulp. tho something's changed might've been more apt.
bee wrote this at 10:59 AM
Friday, December 10, 2004
melting pot
was in the lift at cineleisure with four japanese high school boys. couldn't help listening to their jumbled conversation of japanese (but of cos), english (with a dash of american accent) and hokkien (chicken bye). it was hilarious and one of the boys caught me sniggering. he looked pleased that he got the attention of a certain babe (AHAHHAHAHAHA). forgive me. i'm tired.good grief. i need a martini fix.
bee wrote this at 5:13 PM
the unfathomable
why on earth would some singaporeans:1) wear a draping shawl to amoy street market
- the cleaners are not responsible for brushing past your excess cloth with their gravy laden plate collections.
2) wear sunnies in the shade
- should we call them shadies?
3) wear pretty heels with too-large housewife teeshirt and ugly shorts
- why not go all the way and wear slippers?
4) elbow and rush into trains to stop at the entrance without moving in?
- cos "i wan to be the first to alight mah". hmmm so "can i step on your shoe since you made me smell your yucky hair?".
5) rebond their hair when they have a big face?
- potato head syndrome
6) men who nudge their way thru and not give way to women, children and elders?
- this is baffling cos the guilty are frequently spotted at raffles place or tanjong pagar. where is the gentlemanly finesse?
7) rude elderlies
- old folks here sure lack the mannerisms and friendliness of those in perth. aren't people supposed to be more gentle, forgiving and traffic abiding (cross at proper junctions) as they age instead of jaywalking at 2km/hr and stopping in the middle showing hand gestures when you give them a light toot?
8) people who pretend not to notice queues and head straight to the counter
- say, do we look like idiots with nothing better to do by standing in a single file at spinellis? yes, you. the big chick from morgan stanley. working for corporate sharks may give you free coffee rounds but it sure as hell doesn't give you queue entitlements moron.
9) people who adjust their crotch or panties in public view.
- totally incomprehensible.
10) make their poor maids sit outside the restaurant.
- the maid is a helper, not a guard dog. she is there to make your life easier, not your slave you dimwit.
bee wrote this at 1:47 PM
the big brown thing
just what is it about teddy bears that makes certain species of women go ga-ga?are these big cuddly fuzzy browns at times expensive things so appealing?
witnessed a disturbing sight this morn when pseudo master pointed out how absurd the thirty something lady on our left looked playing with the big brown bear.
she was NOT cuddling it to sleep in the car.
instead she was play acting with the brown bear.
she was covering his eyes playing peek-a-boo (wtf).
she was taking bear's wooly paw and rubbing her bf's cheek (yuck! does he know how many millions of germ particles he just made contact with?)
she was making cutesy faces with the bear on her lap (huh?? eh this is not a baby who would appreciate watching adults make fools of themselves)
pseudo master and i were indeed fascinated by her creepy self-indulgence and couldn't help stealing glances during the wait for mr green man.
bbbrrrrrrrr.
bee wrote this at 9:02 AM
Thursday, December 09, 2004
whoa!
生长在a hokkien 家庭由母亲广东主要影响, 我经常找到自己奋斗在方言之间在我的更加年轻的天期间。 相反对什么一些普遍的文化评论家也许说, 电视的一个极端强有力的媒介为所有年龄。 我掌握了广东在六个月之内间距通过低贱广东连续和影片。 hokkien 另一方面没有拾起相似的动量。 反而, 它的粗野自然退步了它的方式入我的脑子后面和暗中浮出了水面在愤怒回合当"fuck" 不是作为满意作为"鸡再见" 或"nah hia" 。 其中之二几乎不被运用的归结于术语的粗俗和蓝色collarness 。 进攻而是我为它确切地不是骄傲的依照被目击在许多公开场合和更加年轻的lian 天。why do i need to pay translators when i can get them for free http://www.worldlingo.com?
this para was taken off a previous blog http://belynda.blogspot.com/2004/11/roots.html.
i'm hereby proclaiming my new found self-entertainment! doo dee doo dee doo
bee wrote this at 6:10 PM
mid day crisis
1) people who read mails too fast, screw up courier jobs and adds to more legwork.2) expect ridiculous benefits
this particular organisation that we've been pitching to for a small scale promotion tieup is bloody idiotic. all we' re requesting for is a minimal price-off on entry fees and they came back wanting the world (tailoring games, adopting pets, and moolah from sales proceeds). excuse me, but let's stop and THINK for a minute. we're not talking about regional so why the fuck should we dump over a mil to get peanuts (returns in comparison)? fucking ludicrous.
3) unnecessary formality. just cos i'm 26 and working and you're 23 at uni doesn't mean you can call me MDM. fuck it. do not let me see you on the streets or i'll not hesitate to slap you across the head.
it's not been a good day. not good at all.
bee wrote this at 2:10 PM
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
the thing known as purity
mirror mirror on the wall,who's the purest of them all?
does it matter where your water's from?
can you taste the difference?
why do we take the mundane for granted when it's something that we ingest every half hourly?
evian - french alps
o'briens - irish pure spring water
perrier - french
san pellegrino - italian
pink dolphin - calcium and vitamin enhanced water. read from another blogger source the cranberry water tasted like medicine, sticky and sweet. yuck.
volvic - slopes of the Chaine des Puys mountain range, in the heart of the Auvergnes Volcanoes Regional Park. wtf? oh, it's kosher btw.
ice mountain - its got a hint of bonjella (the ulcer cream). double yucks.
but nothing beats the revolutionary...
NEWater - local initiative that treats used water (read: from waste. than again, read a report eons ago bout this japanese scientist eating his own "recycled" faeces). triple yucks. wtf are we doing? would earth be hankering after prata with liquid soils in 2026?
gosh. i'm thankful for the good food we have in 2004.
bee wrote this at 4:58 PM
a melancholic moment
forlorn?feeling empty?
facing walls wherever you turn?
displaying empty shell?
building armor mask?
lack of faith and trust?
alienation?
bitterness?
self-harm?
music mends broken hearts?
hearts live by being wounded (oscar wilde)
the past cannot be changed, the future is still in your power (hugh white)
love is born of faith, lives on hope, and dies of charity (unknown)
http://www.sorryeverybody.com/gallery/2/
americans with humbling apologies. thanks to tony for this ingenious discovery.
bee wrote this at 3:09 PM
mindless blogging
regurgitating ms sim's 7 december 2004:8.45am- log onto CNN and blogger
9.30am- revising agendas, doing checklists for 3 events next weekend (i fucking hate disorganised organisers. oxymoron.)
12.30pm- too hungry, snuck out to pack porridge. colleagues tried luring her out for lunch hour xmas shopping but miss sim kindly rejected (cos she was saving money for kate spade sale at DFS)
1pm- started on the freelance writing due in 10 days. not bad for an editorial deadline at all.
3pm- smsed client to remind her of meeting at 4.30pm holland v coffee bean
4.40pm- client smsed she'll be late. so the ladies merrily trooped over to sasa and ended up buying miniature estee lauder nail polishes. cute.
4.50pm - WIP begins
7pm - WIP ends. headed to holland v shopping centre and discovered an excellent gift source for mom (stones, garnets, flourite and whathaveyous). was horrified at the exorbitant prices for thai silkpants (89 fucking dollars), that's taking "expat prices" way too far.
9.30 drove over to mak's place to check on his fever. sweetie's been down with fever and flu since sunday. at least the prawn allergy swells have disappeared.
11.45pm - left mak's place after giving him a back massage
12.05am - stayed in car for the entire airplay of not frequently aired lately by jodyssey. brilliant song.
1am- went to bed after fifty agonising situps (ouch) amidst echoes of hunger pangs.
bee wrote this at 8:57 AM
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
emoticons
whatever
i fucking love emoticons! it's a great way of showing the middle finger without explaining the offensive (esp with someone you don't really wanna meet on msn ha!) go to www.smileycentral.com
bee wrote this at 8:46 AM
Monday, December 06, 2004
brilliant concepts
pasta bar @ takashimaya food court
this is absolutely awesome for people like me.
loners who enjoy the solitary lunch or dinner once in a while.
it's like an extension of the fast food franchise.
which explains why i loved japan with its abundant noodle bars along the streets.
the locals should get a hang of it for once and understand that its not psycho to dine out alone.
bee wrote this at 2:23 PM
Sunday, December 05, 2004
the big day
finally wedded couple
here we go, they're finally married! as of yesterday, pam and kinyew are finally ONE. the wedding was beautiful and it brought tears to our eyes when kinyew broke down singing kc and jojo's all my life. the amount of emotions displayed was simple stunning. having invited the world (almost, with 800 guests....), it was extremely demanding keeping sane not only for the couple but their runners as well. wanting to add a wee bit of naughtiness to the event, eleven of us hid in the suite after the dinner to surprise the couple. pam was made to roll a cold egg up KY's pants and exit thru the other pants opening. this egg was then broken and poured into a glass where the groom had a challenging task of filtering the egg white out whilst keeping the yolk intact. [all this time, eleven morons in the room were covering their mouths in disgust and laughter] the yolk was then transfered to the bride via a "raunchy" kiss where the lady kindly "regurgitated" the whole yolk into the glass again. EEEEEEEW. hands down to the sporting bride and groom. the eleven nimcompoots left the room with evil smiles (did i fail to mention bout the alarm at 2.30am, morning call at 4am and a twisted joke of one banana and two kiwis under the bed spread?)
bee wrote this at 9:12 PM
kiss and make up
mak
relationships, at times, does bring out the worst in us; or me at least. being the sweetie that he is, he has forgiven this silly tweets for her moment of madness. that's mak just roused from sleep. makes me just wanna crawl over and hug him again and again. *sniff* hope he's feeling better after the horrifying prawn allergies.
bee wrote this at 8:53 PM
accidental twist of fate
dom and me
that's my buddy dominic. we've been arranging to catch up for the longest time but to nought. we've both been inflicted with the undiagnosed lazybone disease since seventeen. strange twist of fate friday nite. was running home from balaclava after a petty fight with hon (my fault) when i ran into none other than mr-dunwakeupbefore3pm-domdom! taking into consideration his full bladder and my teary temperant, it ended up as a two minute speed catchup "aaahhh- hi hi, oh let's take a pic, gotta go now, catch coffee next week". hmm, so much for missing old buds hor mr pang?. *snigger* btw my dear mr pang, noticed life has been good for you huh (comparing pics from old entry)? haha, bet he's gonna ring me and kill me for blogging that.
http://belynda.blogspot.com/2004/07/buds-what-will-i-do-without-them-part.html
bee wrote this at 8:36 PM
Friday, December 03, 2004
the one who tries to cope in her own ways
i'm an avid believer in alleviating pain thru external self-injuries. bit my nails (still am). pierced rows of studs up my cartilage and naval. discovered my love for needles and tattoos. and lately, bruising. the immediate pain inflicted by these injuries reduce the emotional discomfort almost immediately.i've tried other forms of releasing tensions. the risk-free stress ball. counting one to ten. holding my breath. chain smoking alone. drinking. tearing my nails apart. thank goodness tattooes are expensive and i'm allergic to many forms of metal. then again, grunge goth ain't really my thing. and good thing i don't like blades nor carving on skin. that's calling the extreme and the picture ain't pretty at all.
bee wrote this at 5:30 PM
dressing your age
was walking by orchard last night and caught some young girls round thirteen or fifteenish covered by skimpy pieces of cloth and bad makeup [excuse me but who taught you to put two blocks of pink on your cheekbones arh?]hullo. did i grow up a prude or did i miss something here? i've never worn skimpy stuff when i was that age. come on. how the hell can you look good in tubes when you don't even have boobs to fill them in? and don't get me started on the ass. but that's not the point.
why are these pre pubescent girls dressing five years older than they are? do they not realise the possibility of being leered at by lechers and paedophiles, tempting some "irresponsible" men to attempt rape even? [ok, too much law and order and CSI)
why do teens like to dress as young adults?
why do young adults like to dress as middle aged women?
why do older women (40s and 50s) like to dress like they're twenty?
i've no qualms if you're 50 and still have the body of cher or demi moore. but waitaminute. reality check. just how many are there like that huh? i find it horrifying and disturbing watching folds of wrinkled fat protruding from a lycra spaghetti midriff or watching wobbly thighs jiggle in the all too-short miniskirt. er, auntie i don't think we wanna see your cellulite-ass whilst riding up the escalator. *save us all*
why can't women dress their age? women in the 40s and 50s look so distinguished and graceful in pearls, twinsets with jeans, and styled hair [read:style maestro anna wintour]. why do they need to dye white to reds/brown and clad themselves in ridiculously smaller sized outfits thinking it'll take ten years off?
i'm sorry honey, it ain't work that way.
bee wrote this at 9:50 AM
the one with the expensive hair
trish's new hair do
this woman shocked me by paying two hundred and forty bucks for her new hair do. phew! the steep price of beauty. and she who says i blow too much on shoes and clothes..wah lau eh..at least my stuff's tangible and i could still reuse them ten years from now. haha!
bee wrote this at 9:28 AM
dinner at taglio
celine and dawn
had dinner with the girls at pizza taglio (my fav pizza place). we have the artistic gallery/curator (celine), the writer (dawn), the adwoman (trish) and the ?woman (me). its ? cos i'm an in-between juggling PR, partnerships and events but still maintains her adwoman stand and aspiring writer future.
was a riot bitching bout certain characters and a medley of boopers from murdoch and our silly excitement over "cheeseface" and "ah-pai". how affectionate! and the infamous mandys. one short and pudgy. the other with red collagen-went-bad lips. it's been four years and we still remember them with disdain and "fond" memories.
we're guilty of promising each other that such dinners will be made a weekly affair. it's never been kept so far...or so we thought. well, we'll see bout this sunday morning's blading cum jogging session at east coast shall we my dearies?
bee wrote this at 9:28 AM
blast to the past
ivan and uncle kenny
there we go! the return of ivan janto yah! i hardly get to see my bud these days, busy man that he is. i lived in constant fear that we may never see him again with all that bombing madcaps around. that's the infamous uncle kenny next to him. nice man that he is but weird in his own ways- the man with more money in the vault than any of us yet he ain't have to slog mondays to fridays unlike us common people.
digressed, back to ivan. we had our favourite viet food at indochine, lovely grilled prawn vermicelli! first in a long while since i've drank so much again. come on, what did you expect? ivan's part of my beer posse (together with dora, terrance, kc and jacky, oh and yc) since i was twenty two. we've never failed not to have alcohol each time we gathered round any table. ha! we used to laugh bout him contracting liver problems and me lung cancer with the way we were. then again, we're older now(perhaps not much wiser) and have cut down loads since five years ago.
how i missed ivan! he was my food (tim sum) and booze companion. we made sure we attended or gate- crashed every free flow party there was in singapore. *sniff* he's leaving this saturday and i probably won't get to see him till CNY. then it'll be playing cards and booze time!
bee wrote this at 9:07 AM
Thursday, December 02, 2004
anomaly
i've decided to give ya'll a treat (eye sore) with my new PINK blog. enjoy my dearies! and fuck black, pink is my new black (for the next twenty four hours that is, i swear i've been over exposed to the terrible girlish whathaveyous from a certain older "cutesified" someone sitting behind me).bee wrote this at 6:16 PM
going french
les gens oublient ce que vous avez dit,les gens oublient ce que vous avez fait,
mais les gens n'oublieront jamais comme vous les avez faits sentir.
son les choses simples dans la vie qui vous rend différent.
k. i hope they're accurate and that i'm not the fuckwit i was laughing at yesterday. on another note, was doing some leisure reading and found this article on love by a counsellor:
"it's the reconciling that life isn't about non-stop romance, but it is about constant, meaningful tenderness. you'll make it through good times and bad times. you trust each other and know you won't run off if things get bad. you've seen each other at your best, and you've seen each other when you feel completely awful. if you start getting grumpy about something, one of you will back off and talk about it later. you grow to learn when one of you is upset about a topic and to work around it."
sweet, absolutely sweet.
bee wrote this at 11:44 AM
support a cause
as usual, scatterbrained me forgot my dates again.
bee wrote this at 11:28 AM
stevie baby
found myself falling in love with stevie wonder ever since my colleague's been blasting it on her ipod. her new IM? stevie is a wonder. hehe, how apt.go amazon.com and check out
- you're the sunshine of my life
- i believe (when i fall in love it'll be forever)
i'm a whore to crooners. i've been seduced by them over the past years and still am...
barry white, al green, rod stewart (for his jazz album only), frank sinatra and tony bennett (my all time favourite) the jazz masters (to me) al somma, tim tamashiro, chet baker, harry connick jnr...orgasmic...
should any of you ever receive vip or whatsoever tickets for any jazz artiste and not know what to do with it, i'm telling you now to PLEASE GIVE THEM TO ME. i was mighty pissed when jamie cullum's one hour performance at Aquadisiac wasn't open to "lowly" jazz appreciators like me. how i detest artiste liasons and music labels for imposing such "elite" stunts.
boo to you.
bee wrote this at 9:06 AM
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
what are you scared of pussycat bee?
1) clowns - the exaggerated makeup conceals everything. you can't tell what they're thinking except for their eyes. and half the time, they look lost.2) pontianaks - it's not a myth
3) horror films - gore is awesome, vampires are sexy but ghosts are just ...so not appealing and freaky. i hate the cliched stuff where she'll turn around suddenly and you get a deformed face ....eeeeee.
4) midgets and children in makeup - its so WRONG to put makeup on kids ala pageants like Little Miss America and local chinese talent time contests. saw one at suntec couple of months back and we were mortified. its like a sick playground for paedophiles.
and paranoia...
5) toilets in deserted locations. the empty echoes, huge mirrors, unaccessible cubicles (why??) and the fucking autoflushes. i hate those.
6) empty hallways. contrary to the "do not look back" myth, i ALWAYS turn around to check no one's behind me.
7) being alone in a hotel room at night. do you know how many murders took place in hotels?
8) driving on the interstate highway alone at night and taking a wrong turn with a quarter petrol tank left.
bee wrote this at 3:43 PM
provocateur
this is why you need a reliable translator. and please do make it a point to know that the foreign may look and sound exotic but it may also be the very reason for your black eyes, possible night in local custody and a visa invalidation for being a fuckwit. but in any case, who's to penalise you when they themselves don't bother to find a decent translator?Zurich Hotel
Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the opposite sex in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby be used for this purpose
Swiss restaurant
Our wines leave you nothing to hope for
Rome laundry
Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having a good time
Tokyo bar
Special cocktails for the ladies with nuts
Belgrade hotel elevator
To move the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one should press a number of wishing floor. Driving is then going alphabetically by national order
Brochure of a car rental firm, Tokyo
When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage then tootle him with vigor. [hahahahah, this is fucking hilarious]
On the tap (faucet) in a Finnish washroom
To stop the drip, turn cock to right
Japan, Hotel bedroom
GUESTS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO SMOKE OR DO OTHER DISGUSTING BEHAVIOURS IN BED
hmmm. you don't say.
bee wrote this at 1:54 PM
catalog of wishes
dear santa,i yearn to have an infinite supply of:
1) colors (see http://www.colorsmagazine.com/)
2) i-d
3) fruit (japanese street style)
4) surface
5) instyle (american issues)
why do they cost twelve bucks and above? cos leng peng's the sole importer right? i've a half mind to start my own importing business and set up a store rivalling basheer. dammit.
books
1) i've got an amazon books wishlist of which i could gladly drop anyone a mail!
2) the e before christmas by matt beaumont (does anyone know of any other agency writers?)
other heavenly pleasures
1) mani and pedicures
2) hair treatments
3) foot reflexology
4) any form of wax at strip (haha!)
5) spinelli's card (with value inside hor)
6) devil's food (chocolate anything)
extrinsic pleasures
1) vintage anything (fedoras, gloves, bracelets, i like them all)
2) the entire designer rack at tangs (i'm a slut to paul and joe, wayne cooper and marcs. too bad no one's brought in marcs yet. would someone please bring the buyer of kookai hong kong to singapore?)
3) the unforeseen trip to europe has taken up a bulk of my annual christmas present to self. so i'm gonna have to forgo the bag (which was ridiculously priced anyway) for a bottega veneta-like bag from blum. i'm a bag lady remember?
lastly, no makeovers nor facials please, i just hate people laying hands on my face. and if you get me a slimming package, i'll fucking kill you on christmas day and won't be eating dinner for the next three months till i'm halved.
sorry for the impudence but this big one here is suffering from an age-old ailment called the hangover.
ps: tony, likewise too chic to shit, its too chic to throw up.
bee wrote this at 9:20 AM
