Monday, February 28, 2005
the one with the DUH moment
bee " i tried keying in the internet connection details but it's not working so i'm gonna call ISP today and check things out"pseudo master "oh? the details i gave you yesterday weren't right ah?"
bee "dunno leh, they keep saying it cannot be connected."
pseudo master "did you connect the phone line?"
bee "...OH.......
pseudo master ".....
tech-bimbo cow hammers her head against window for that moment of stupidity.
bee wrote this at 1:59 PM
have faith
having grown up in a household of free thinkers and a close circle of agnostic and atheist friends, it's an amazing feat for her to find any standing ground in search of something called faith. those who've known her for eons would know her skepticism towards complete devotion to religon. her mind's ballooning with questions on her life, her next steps and how she's going to find the right path out. these questions have been springing back and forth the past week since she's received her permanent residency down south. she's got the next two years to map her life out and she's torn between many things, in particular the mounting pre-move jitters of moving to melbourne. it's never occured to her the damning possibility of being jobless despite living the grand life of a yuppie here. she could pursue a post grad in creative arts that allows her to reunite with film, explore theatre and finally, delve into writing. there're a dozen and one things she's ecstatic about but the what ifs are at times overwhelming [which is probably why she's been so unfocused the past year]. she's pretty sure she'll survive and thrive in the city of art lovers but what she needs right now is that calming hand to hold and reassure her that she's strong enough to face certain fears and make the right decision.bee wrote this at 1:32 PM
happily ever after?...
went for andrew and janice's engagement party at a lovely wine cafe on the 70th floor of swissotel last night. the well planned surprise for the bride-to-be was sweet but nothing could match the melting awww moments when the groom's father mentioned andrew wrote an 8-page long email on why he chose to take this step forward and andrew's grandmama's "welcome to the family" hug to janice. they're so fortunate to have found one another and for a long time since, she's finally felt that little glimmer of hope shining through. that perhaps lifelong commitment ain't so bad after all? although she grew up in an almost perfect family (sans pseudo master's MCP doctrine towards mom), matrimony has always been foreign, like something that's within reach yet unattainable. how does one keep the thrill going for the rest of your life with the same person? it worries her that the thrill might disappear one day and she'll wake up one morning alone and broken again. starting a life over at 40 is different from starting over at 20. the first wive's club was a brillant case in point. how does one stand up and begin life when you've almost seen it all? it's difficult to stay positive at that point in time knowing the chances of finding happiness's this far from diminishing as one aged? why can't we be truly whole if we don't end up getting married? does that mean we're lacking something from other women? why oh why does she always digress from something celebratory to not? back to the happy couple. janice's sister was completely ecstatic about her little sis's engagement and went amok with picture snapping. then it occured to this cynical only child that if she does not get married in the future, there'll be zilch weddings in the sim family to be festive about. good grief. first it's traumatic enough to excel in singapore's memory regurgitative school systems, thrive in a seemingly tough corporate ladder, pushing herself to ascend the fastest she ever could...and all that for? because she cannot afford to fail her dad. there's only one of her right? and so she adds "unwed woes" on her heavy plate too...btw, the lack of picture postings will be resolved as soon as she gets her new ibook G4 [ooh-la-la] connected. yes yes yes, the bloody six year old pc has finally heaved its final breath and is currently in comatose limbo until her owner gets on her ass in a rescue resuscitation mission. where art thou thee technician?
bee wrote this at 9:02 AM
Friday, February 25, 2005
what's an urban moron?
are you one?1. positioning yourself smack in front of MRT doors so that you're the first to get your ass in without letting people out
2. standing on the right side of the escalator when the entire world's standing on the left
3. stopping suddenly just before you step onto the escalators, tripping others behind in the process
4. cutting queues and pretending not to "see" it until the salesperson points it out
5. squeezing your way through to stand in front at traffic junctions, only to walk real fucking slow when the light turns green
6. no sense of urgency when jaywalking with oncoming speeding cars
7. glaring at drivers who horn when you're crossing during a red light
8. holding the door for your girlfriend and letting it slam even though the next person behind's carrying a heavy load
9. taking a chair from your table without the courtesy to ask if it's occupied
10. running through clothes displays and racks like it's a typhoon (happens alot at mango with the aunties and office lians)
if you score 8 outta 10, you're a fucking urban pest. stay at home.
bee wrote this at 11:22 AM
Thursday, February 24, 2005
the one with "gah-men" conspiracy
topic of the day: gah-men screws everything upbackground: the family with liver transplant gone wrong [my heart goes out to the hubby and kids for the loss of their mother]
gist:
pseudo master turned pseudo society arbitrator (PSA)"you know what happened to the case?"
ms sim "heard the operation went wrong and the mom passed away, feel sorry for them"
PSA "you know why? cos it's the nurses fault"
ms sim "how do you know? the papers didn't report that"
PSA "you're so ignorant. gah-men will never report such atrocious incidents."
ms sim "but that's just your speculation isn't it? cos if it's true, the nurses will be sued for negligence"
PSA "*tsk* everyone's saying it's true"
ms sim "yeah, WHO?"
PSA "my office, the family of deceased"
ms sim"look pa, the family is traumatised and is very likely to point fingers at the hospital (most families do), it may be true, but it may also be nasty rumors, which is then unfair to the medical staff if its finger pointing speculation."
PSA "what do YOU know?"
ms sim " not to make idiotic ASSUMPTIONS and judgements until i have all my facts"
PSA "didn't you hear me just now when i said its gah-men and its all a conspiracy?"
ms sim "ya ya ya. who knows, gah-men may have planted a device in your new car and is listening to you right now?"
PSA "don't be silly *huff puffs in irritation*"
ms sim [major eye rolls]
so...the list of faults continue
housing and transport too expensive - gah-men's fault ("everything also want our money")
inculcating kiasuness over the years - gah-men's fault (we never had this culture in the 50s, 60s)
bad investments in other countries using our money - gah-men's fault (we know what this fiasco was)
bad attitudes in children of late here - gah-men's fault (trickle down effect from kiasuness)
death rates at hospitals- gah-men's fault (for hiring too many foreign workers?!)
no parking space - gah-men's fault (for not specifying to architects who don't drive)
local uni grad's bad ass "i'm a grad, i know everything" attitude - gah-men's fault (for spoon feeding and brainwashing the young that they are the best and hence the complacency)
oh whatever. i'd never win anyway. after all, i'm only a banana in love with new york and melbourne so what do i know bout gah-men conspiracy? he's so fucking lucky i'm not a medical staff nor a fan of the gah-men.
bee wrote this at 9:02 AM
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
the one with the beautiful mind
tony just sent a mail out asking us which would we rather choose, an institution to make our minds greater or one that makes our body better (ala slimming and beauty centres). truth be told, both has its merits but i'll rather go with a smart ass mind, make my money's worth, then go for a rehaul (extreme makeover) and buy myself a new identity (with money comes power and status remember?) brains get better with age, and like tony mentioned, it ages well like red wine. but on the flip side of things, brains will take you there but which route is faster? humans are made to recognise their surroundings visually faster than anything else. what the brain needs is also perfect opportunity and contacts to go the long way but does the same go for looks? would looks get people there faster? i'm not sure but it seems like it most times (of cos we're disregarding those with both beauty and brains).superficial you say? have a think about it. looks are important cos it forms the first impression or should i say perception of how a person is. you may not know the stranger well so how do you size up this person? everyone makes first assumptions whenever they meet people. did you ever not? be honest really. would any of you say looks aren't important at all? it's unfair really, but its the harsh reality. pretty girls get cabs faster (it's universal), get a seat on the train/bus (not valid in singapore), get doors opened (not valid in singapore), get friendlier service, get faster service (bartenders), get free entries to clubs and booze (universal). there're 101 little things[insignificant to some people] but never forget little things add up.
in fact, a pretty face also goes a long way in cultivating one's personality into adulthood. a cute little kid adored by many since young would grow up with a self-confidence so great at times they can get away with certain things with a little dimpled smile. a not so cute little kid grows up wondering why adults are less forgiving to their mistakes and not lavishing as much attention to them as they're giving cute little cousin. though they not know the truth behind such biased actions (God forbid) but as soon as they do (prob in early teens), they'll end up feeling cheated (why did God not make me beautiful? have i not been a good person?) and it'll probably show up in their negative attitudes towards their prettier counterparts like "oh, X got the job cos she's pretty and she probably slept with the boss too, or he got the job cos he's good looking."
a good anecdotal example, disney's beauty and the beast. so what if she professed her undying love when the prince's still beastly? look, i certainly don't have a problem telling a super rich ugly fugly man i love him and to have him turn into a handsome fine rich bachelor would i? warped....
bee wrote this at 9:11 AM
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
the one where she remembered
an old cd [literally] fell onto her lap while she was clearing the unforgivable mess in her room last night. twas was a gift, or one of the only two gifts she's ever received from a certain someone whom she met in perth. a double self-compiled cd [a very good one in fact] with a handwritten note. sweet yet ironic, the sort that leaves a bitter aftertaste, like how the entire relationship was. nothing depressing, just some wistful thinking from a twenty-year-old reflecting the things she did, mistakes or not, where she prefered to keep them entrenched in a deep corner. just as every wrong she's made before, she took it as a lesson learnt but never forgotten. she's not met that person for a year now and she's happy cos there are some things in life that're meant to be tucked away in fond memories. not revived, not renewed cos it'll never be the same like it used to be and she doesn't want to end up hating that person or herself for closing that door.everclear's everything is wonderful blasting in her ears right now. [sunset at the lighthouse]
bee wrote this at 8:51 AM
Monday, February 21, 2005
new year, new stomach lining
i officially need a new gastric. the gnawing uncomfortable nauseous feeling is eating me out.http://healthlink.mcw.edu/article/923884638.html
indicators:
- ab cramping: CHECK
- nausea: CHECK
- vomitting: UNCHECK (not yet)
- diarrhoea: UNCHECK
- fever: UNCHECK (but been having headaches)
- loss of appetite: CHECK (but wait, craving for the forbidden's still valid)
- gas: CHECK
- weakness: CHECK (sianness you mean?)
guilty of:
- smoking (strangely the cig smoke made me nauseous during an al fresco lunch on sunday so reckon i'll be off it for a while)
- alcohol (will gladly stay away from this for the next few months)
- eating moderately (it's always too much or too little, why why why so greedy?)
- eating inappropriate non digestive friendly foods (like chicken rice, orh luak, mee pok, spicy food, sashimi, massive amounts of sng boey to counter nausea)
perhaps this is a sign to get started quickly on my yoga regime again...and also a sign to part with three hundred friggin bucks now?
bee wrote this at 3:10 PM
the one where she merlionised
met up with junie [finally] and trish last saturday and what good intentions the girls had on their pre-drinks agenda transpired into a hazardous swigging of red wine [not sips] where three botts of wine were done in less than two hours. anyway, the session started nice and slow with the whites, of which i've specifically highlighted to trish bout terrible hangovers from mixing whites and reds. as soon as the whites ran out, out came the reds with delish blue cheese and crackers where the conversation at the table grew more mellow and depressing [like why's the world keeping tabs on single 30-and-above women] amidst the confused analysis of relationships and bitching. left junie's apartment late despite our friends friendly chaser calls. her mates were waiting anxiously for her at velvet whilst mine were busy entertaining themselves playing truth or dare at wine bar [darn i missed that one! shucks]. the cab ride to zouk was fucking dreadful. barely made it to the end of winebar where my frens found me some iced water and a bag. i still cannot imagine the amount of wine i've heaved up, it was like two fucking bagfuls and i felt like shit for spilling a wee bit on the cab home. sorry uncle... and thanks abi...sunday morning was shit hell. as if last night's bagfuls weren't enough, woke up at eight am and threw up twice again...FUCK. as it always is, the gastric pains decided to join in for the fun and attacked as soon as the heaving let up. FUCK FUCK FUCK. pseudo master didn't make it easy with the constant bumper- kissing- jerking driving techniques.
met sweetie for lunch and was still feeling a tad broken until i picked him from work during the evening...it was a truly beautiful moment shared and what's been broken before is miraculously healing itself slowly. the wonders of simple lessons learnt in life.
bee wrote this at 11:12 AM
Friday, February 18, 2005
the one with greener pastures
another farewell cum new year lunch to a soon-to-be-ex-colleague. the irony of two very different scenarios perceived as joyous occasions. her short time here has seen her sending at least six people off to greener pastures and it frightens her into wondering what she's in for at times. she suddenly found herself yearning for the liver destructive booze and lung damaging cigarettes. and how she's going to leave early for a little peace of mind amidst the slightly demoralising environment.bee wrote this at 3:11 PM
what's love got to do with it?
haven't you ever met some people in your lifetime whom you felt an instant connection to? and there are some who strangely just makes you wanna slap them across the head for no good reason. strangely enough, the reason why i worked so well with my ex GAD was probably cos we seem to share similar views towards working styles, relationships, love and marriage. what's love defined and can it ever be? how can something that feels so right be wrong? or vice versa, how can something so wrong feel so right? is this where rationalising and reality comes in? on what circumstances does one define marriage? one with respect? one for status? one for convenience cos you don't wanna forgo the downpayment? one for obligation? one for weakness cos you can't afford to be single? does anyone really marry for love now? i'm pretty sure there're a handful and darn, i'm so fucking envious of them.what's wrong being single? the girls told me last night that the japanese society would rather be divorced than be single. apparently married without luck folks are more respected in society than those who've never taken that step. what's wrong with this society where people place timelines and judgement on such titles? if it ain't bother me, why the fuck should it bother you? does being a divorcee make me perform better at my work, make me richer (yes in some cases), make me a better person (more cynical maybe)? i'm not dissing all divorcees, in fact i have alot of respect for single parents. but really, why do you plan to get married to get divorced? i'm sorry but it really doesn't make any sense.
you can marry for all selfish reasons (money, status, family) but don't do it
because you have to
because you're afraid people will talk about you having a personality problem
because people will lose respect for singles over 40.
don't.
cos doing it will make you lose any form of respect and dignity you've been holding onto for all your 40 years. don't make you hate yourself. cos if there's anything in this world that cuts deep, it's not knowing what you are anymore.
bee wrote this at 9:03 AM
Thursday, February 17, 2005
the one with maximum security
she's never understood the necessity of locking room doors at home. come on, if the intruder's figured out bout breaking through the front door or climbing eleven fucking stories up the windows, would locking room doors thwart this superhero from picking 1-2-3 door knobs? where's the bloody rationale? can anyone imagine the daftness of unlocking one's doors to check mail or grab an old book? why does one call it home then? shouldn't it be sim hotel or sim backpackers place? the impracticality of such actions is driving her nuts. it's....fucking.... ludicrous....she woke up early this morning as she had to get her own transport to work. easy peasy.
she gets a knock on her door bidding bye to her folks who're leaving for breakfast and errands. again, she had a reminder to lock all doors properly. ok.
she realised she left her working bag in the study so she walks over to find the study locked again despite telling her folks upteen times not to fucking lock any doors when she is still inside the house. fine, whatever.
she gets a call on her mobile immediately after they left. irritation begins. she's ultra busy and is late in getting her ass outta the house. she'll call them back in the cab perhaps? mobile stops ringing.
she then gets a fucking call to her room phone immediately after. she storms to the phone and yells into the phone "what?"
"remember to lock all doors, btw, we left the the gate unlocked just to let you know."
"...."WTF
she's sorry that she yelled but she really doesn't see the need for endless reminders on the obvious.
bee wrote this at 9:03 AM
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
obsession
OMG. you wouldn't believe the amount of time i spent re-freshing, re-correcting, re-adjusting and re-formatting this blog (and you probably can't tell much difference *sheesh*). a thousand and one thanks to april for the awesome help (http://widowpoison.blogspot.com).and you know what?
one can get badly addicted to dressing blogs.
and i can finally understand how excited the bengs are when it comes to modifying the darn vehicles.
cos i now find myself obsessing about how to make this blog better by adding images lar, adding links lar, changing backgrounds lar, thingamagigs lar...
bee wrote this at 6:13 PM
sweet o valentine's
instead of forking out the unnecessary on a fancy dinner in town, mak made prawn pasta (despite his tiredness) and ended up stinging his hands from lethal chilli padi. not too sure if he enjoyed his dinner but i sure did. was on our way down at his place when we caught this youngish couple dressed to the nines and carrying a huge bunch of flowers. the slight snigger on our faces were hard to miss. WHY ON EARTH would you spend like a hundred bucks on flowers when you could've put them to better and more effective uses? not that i'm dissing flowers [i love calla lilies] but honestly, even if you dried them they would've been sitting somewhere but not on you right? not practical and definitely not user friendly cos the dried petals fall all over the place. hmmm. but twas a sweet night after all.bee wrote this at 9:33 AM
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
river hongbao
christie's [singapore style]
went for some jalan jalan (stroll) at river hongbao along the esplanade last saturday evening with pseudo master and mom. missed the good ole local funfairs and though this wasn't the best of the lot, it was entertaining enough with:
- super-cheesy-beng-vmp techno blasting from the rides
- jumping frogs carousel
- pseudo master throwing darts for $5 a round
- eating popsicles that dripped down my top
- the long queue outside the smelly disgusting portable toilets
- people buying pin tang hu lu despite the swarm of flies
- the amazing lost trade, an auction (stood there for a full 15 minutes watching this dude go on and on and on and on, holding up an auction on his own.)
next step? will need to convince like-minded friends to join me at
- uncle ringo funfair this weekend at woodlands
- chinatown to get a bohemian ashtray
- arab street for bargain ethnic home decor like beaded lampshades (i'm in a martha stewart frame of mind these days with the new home)
bee wrote this at 11:14 PM
OH FUCK.
just realised to my horror that the re-formatting of templates have erased all previous comments on this blog. *SNIFFLES*fucking technology (curse the IT world for being so complex) . fucking dimwit (curse the tech idiot author bee)
i'm sorry to the people who've posted comments on this blog, i'm truly upset now.
UPDATE (as of 11.27pm). have managed to restore the comments though i've yet to figure how to perfect it (it still links to the old template). good grief, tis a great feat for an IT dum like me so far.
bee wrote this at 2:24 PM
Monday, February 14, 2005
the one with no electricity [again]
once again, the electricity in the office has gone kapoot. all computers were down as of last friday and no electrician nor landlord were contactable till this morning. even then, the supra tao computer fixer refused to come down and we had to resort to trial and error troubleshooting for my colleague's expired warranty pc problems. what the fuck do we pay him for anyway?anyhow, the entire office came in this morning each "busying" themselves with:
- reading old issues of i-d, the face. makeshift garang guni woman sifting out old copies of i-d that was to be thrown away. hell, good stuff must keep what.
- walking out to buy toto
- going to friend's offices distributing home-baked kueh-kuehs
- doing weekly tarot readings
- planning weddings
- reading last weekends' papers
- calling and chasing landlord and electrician
- chain smoking
- walking around with organiser in hand doing verbal WIP
such an exciting morning it is.
bee wrote this at 11:53 AM
Friday, February 11, 2005
the prodigal sms
sent a CNY sms to some frens on wed morning with the intention of sounding "lian" and trying to funny by playing with the pun "cock".may the year of the cock bring you much joy, better work opportunities and lovelife (for my girlfrens it's a good man).
but guess what the replies were?
bert: "eh, it's rooster lar"
trish: "hullo, it's rooster lar"
celine: "eh, it's rooster lar"
tam: "erm, it's rooster lar"
ha-nah ha-nah. was tryin to corny but it backfired cos no one noticed it and played teacher instead. *chay* [where is the fun?] sonja was probably the only one who got the lian joke when she replied "yeah, hope nothing cocks up".
bee wrote this at 10:18 AM
the reformed alcoholic
whatever happened to the chick who used to down:- tequila shots
- vodka with wee bit of lime
- red wine
- whisky neat
- sambuca shots
in a row and still walk in a straight line without puking her guts out? (think triple crown @ murdoch final semester, it ROCKED). thought this CNY was (or is) a good excuse to indulge in liver abusive substances but to her horror (as of yesterday) the smell of whisky was good enough to make her gag. the only welcoming drink she had in months were gin tonics and heinekens, and perhaps icewine. what the fuck happened to the alchie girl of yesteryears where she gamely played chess with whisky, tequila, vodka and baby champs?http://belynda.blogspot.com/2004/07/christmas.html
she has been officially self awarded the title of "successful reformed alchie". congratulations ms sim.
bee wrote this at 9:21 AM
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
a new year 2005, a new hope?
the sim home lacks cheer this year cos of grandma's recent passing in Jan. In fact, 2004 hadn't been a good year as my dearest ah-yee (mom's sister whom i used to travel with) had passed away too. out of respect for grandma's religon (taoism), the sim family had decided to take on a 100 day mourning period where we're not allowed to:- partake in cheery festivities (new year celebrations, baby showers etc)
- wear red
- do anything that may be considered extravagant (renovating house etc)
- visit friends' homes (you're apparently not allowed to step into people's homes cos you bring bad luck?)
but little ms sim, being the agnostic free thinker that she has been since her teens, started visiting friends' homes (well, they're either christians or free thinkers who don't believe in such superstition) and wearing pink (close to red). as a matter of respect to buddhist and superstitious friends, i would let them know and if they're not comfortable, they would most likely hold their silence and i'll take heed from there.
i've always respected people with religons and even envied them for having someone to believe in and look up to for guidance. i chose to be agnostic as i believed in logical reasoning. i chose to believe in what i witness with my own eyes. events have occured and many initial thoughts have been shattered by some facts. then again, i've kept an open mind in exploring new ways of discovering faith by attending bible studies, reading books on why God is at times silent, attempting to go for mass during xmas, exploring Hindu temples for that peace and occasionally praying at Buddhist temples (my folks are buddhist converts, they used to be free thinkers too). i'm a darn chap-pa-lang salad when it comes to religon.
my faith in God has always been sporadic. but that's my fault cos i've not reached that plateau where i see God as someone giving me strength, encouragement and unwavering guidance. I see God right now as a supreme being, someone up there watching over yet not knowing what role he plays in our lives watching destruction go by. but that's probably man's fault for being greedy. is that a sign of divine intervention that edits mankind's "positive and negative behaviour"? that's the basis of every war ain't it? wanting to control, wanting to dictate, wanting more and more and more with each victory that they no longer remember what they seek in the first place.
i'm not anti-God and am no way an atheist. i'm only but one of the lost ones still meandering around in search of that one thing to keep her strength and resolve which had failed her at times.
bee wrote this at 9:18 AM
Monday, February 07, 2005
teh si @ river valley
bee wrote this at 10:15 PM
bee & the offensive purple blob
bee wrote this at 9:57 PM
my little weekend
saturday 5 Febleft home early for medical checks at paragon (had a bogus scare from the nurse). headed down to centrepoint and found the xmas pressie sweets was supposed to give which he couldn't find anywhere. oh well, i did and there it was sitting grandly at the toy dept at robinsons, imagine finding your own gift! hah!
met celine and eve there to collect:
* barney balloon
* snacks and what-have-yous from cold storage
* cheesecake disguised in a mushroom form
* mackers nuggets and curly fries for early bird dinner snack
took a ride from pseudo master and had to hide under another block as derrick (sonja's hub) wasn't home yet. darn. so the anti-barney lady sat on the bench at the void deck with the ballon strings grudgingly wrapped around her wrist lest the F*** barney decides to fly off into the netherworld. eve took pity and took barney for a walk as celine and i chowed down soggy mackers. got an sms, "derrick's home". YAH! loaded our stuff and headed over for pre-belated bday decor and "SURPRISE" rehearsals. sonja came home and found herself plastered against the gate as adrian jumped in her face with five other chicks screaming SURPRISE! ate ate ate too fast. lesson learnt? never buy too much food when there's only one male at any party. played TABOO, ate more, drank more, ate the cheesecake whilst wearing 4 year old party hats with the purple shit floating across the ceiling and whimpering how all of us never had a macker's kids party and how lovely it'll be to have one when we hit big o 30. don't birthday celebration ideas get younger as we grow older? the pack of six squeezed into derrick's car en route to coco latte and was disappointed at the choice of R&B songs that night. gave up on clubbing and headed off to some teh-see place at river valley for prata and milo dinos.
sonja's b-day
sunday 6 Feb
had lunch with folks at nanbantei and zipped over to forum to get baby laura's pressie for her first bday this fri. found an exciting "busy activity table", bloody awesome! it's a multi purpose keep-your-baby-busy-while-you-get-to-rest toy. it comes with a mini-magna doodle, 3 little balls to roll and throw around, little musical key pads, mini animal pop-ups complete with authentic animal sounds (that completely freaked me out), and a mini phone that goes "hello". how cute! became a six year old again when i found my little pony and strawberry shortcake along the aisles. headed to mak's for a slow noon chillout while watching:
* him clean windows and mop floors
* baby laura entertaining herself with the new toy
* the apprentice where i felt the usual urge to pull donald trumps' hair
and there you go, my nice little weekend.
only regret? didn't manage to squeeze foot reflexology and mani/pedi sessions in.
oh rats.
bee wrote this at 9:55 PM
Friday, February 04, 2005
the one last thing you need is...
a friggin group lunch where (i looked upon in horror at the group next to me):- twelve of you who come late to an NYDC like cafe in a CBD area expecting to find tables and big chairs in the airconditioned section waiting for you?
- stand around staring and talking about my food while waiting for their tables
- pushing against my chair and table hoping to "get rid" of me so they can have more space
- half the group doing a shouting match across the 3 adjoined tables cracking cheesy cheena jokes
- whining every five minutes bout how hot it is sitting al fresco
- heaving out morning gossip bout who and who stepped on their tails
- asking the waitress what food ALL surrounding tables are eating
my deepest sympathies to the two men in the group who kept their silence throughout the ordeal. now that's why i appreciate working in an expat "ang mor" environment where i no longer have to tolerate occasional shit outings like this.
did i not mention the HORROR of my ex agency's buffet outing? The rationale behind the outing wasn't something to celebrate cos two of my fav creative members were asked to leave. the aunties as usual took the occasion to call for a food gathering and booked two tables at a chinese restaurant somewhere near WTC. it was a hush hush event and i was the only servicing person there due to bad blood between the suits and the cheena "gang" in the agency. then again, i was the longest surviving suit there so perhaps that's why.
ren, lip and the art directors took the same table as the aunties. thank god i was with the more sedate group of male creatives and studio where dinner was carried out in a civilised manner. the table next to us were demolishing plates and plates of sashimi before we were even done with one. half way thru, two single thirty something ladies went berserk and decided to play catching round the damn table. and no they didn't have alcohol prior to this idiotic action. we had, in fact the entire restaurant's attention who stopped their chewing in midair staring in disdain at auntie lians impersonating two year olds.
fuckwits. i've never been more embarassed in my life.
bee wrote this at 1:55 PM
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
infamous white cat's bio
LOOK WHAT I FOUND! just goes to show we learn something new everyday. i mean, did you KNOW HELLO KITTY HAS A TWIN SISTER MIMMY KITTY?! *jeez*Official profile
Name: Kitty White (is that why HELLO KITTY's white and not yellow?)
Birthday: November 1, 1974
Blood type: A
Place of birth: Suburban London (no shit)
Height: That of five apples
Weight: That of three apples
Good at: Baking cookies
Favourite food: Apple pie made by Mama (mum or Mary)
Favourite word: "Friendship" (HAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH)
Collects: Small cute things like sweets, stars, goldfish, etc.
Best school subjects: English, music and visual arts
Description: A bright and kind-hearted kitten, good at baking cookies and loves Mama's apple pie. Very close to her twin sister Mimmy.
just remember, it's all in the name of work
http://belynda.blogspot.com/2005/01/infamous-white-cat.html
bee wrote this at 5:43 PM
big idea
was pulled into a pitch brainstorming session this morning and reminded me greatly of the much missed excitement and adrenalin of creative pitches.this was for a car launch in malaysia and it was fun throwing 101 silly ideas around, pulling our hair out over restraints, filtering ideas (ensuring proposed concept fits into the budget, overall theme and positioning, logistics, yadda yadda) and finally getting close to the big idea.
fucking awesome.
the very reason why i hung on in this industry.
cos we're here to make an ordinary product extraordinary.
absolutely lovely.
bee wrote this at 5:16 PM
how i lust for thee
http://www.vw.com/newbeetle/convertible/flash.htmcheck out its hyper cool ESP and side impact door features, good for me since i've this knack of running into things sideways huh?
ooh, how i want want want a beetle cabriolet. http://belynda.blogspot.com/2004/07/happiness-is.html
such an impractical want cos i still can't afford:
- parking fees at work [CBD]
- parking fees at home
- parking coupons [miscellanous]
- parking fees in town [since i visit town every weekend mornings for my coffee therapies]
- annual road tax
- servicing
- insurance
and so i shall humbly take the trains, cabs and on occasion, hijack pseudo master's spanking harrier.
bee wrote this at 1:13 PM
the unfocused episode
when do we begin to realise that we should sometimes be that wee bit selfish to pursue what we really want?should i head back to uni for a second degree or post grad in english or fashion marketing? [would i be too old to remember how tutorials are done?]
should i take the plunge and go into writing like how i've always dreamed of? [almost had that dream come through when steph, my mentor wanted to publish a book on fashion and culture and was interested in using my thesis as part of her book. sadly the plans for the book were scrapped due to unforeseen circumstances. POOF!]
should i stay where i am yet feel the devilish lure of a certain line with better monetary prospects of which i have absolutely no interest in? [the oil trading industry]
what the fuck do i want?
the money or the passion to do something which i really want? it's a tough choice cos either way, i'll screw myself over for not selecting the other.
bee wrote this at 9:05 AM
