Thursday, March 31, 2005
the one with carrie bradshaw
inspired by jules quote of the day, she too, went a-hunting for some enlightenment from the infamous carrie bradshaw."Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."
"Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away."
nice.
bee wrote this at 1:55 PM
heineken green room 30 mar
last night was an accidental occasion to party. she was feeling a tad tired and unwell before the event but brought invites along anyway. who knows she might get better as the night goes right? and honestly, she's always loved the green room sessions. was one of the few good decisions she made recently cos she've missed the awesome duo herbaliser.fucking good stuff.
bee, randy, chris
got tired of the lomo and did some regular shots ourselves. the polaroid babes took so long to get round last night. TSK.
swear i can do a photoblog of sonja in this "celebrity! don't take my picture!" pose. haha!
spyke and friend
ran into spyke and friends at the dancefloor. haven't seen him for eons since he left su yeang. nice.
randy and chris
literally green room huh?
gracie, randy, ming and chris
that's me, randy and trish past 1am...
on a separate note, a post harrowing event pic of bee, hamish and dee. couldn't blog the one with the models lest you guys know who my client is. haha!
http://belynda.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-with-glitch-diary.html
bee wrote this at 10:13 AM
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
the one with gas
she fucking hates gas. unfortunately her body doesn't seem to register that fact and continually gives her a wee bit more gas each time she curses bout it.according to sheila, a colon hydrotherapist, gas is usually caused by:
1. Improper food combinations like combining fruits with complex carbohydrates and complex carbs with protein- CHECK
2. Drinking fluids with meals dilutes the digestive enzymes- CHECK
3. Fast and thoughtless eating without chewing properly- CHECK
4. Excessive fat and protein retard digestion and cause putrefaction like overeating- hullo? UNCHECK
5. Accumulation of waste in the system, slow transit, constipation- with a nervous stomach? UNCHECK
6. Lactose intolerance or the inability to digest milk based sugars- CHECK
7. Allergies- UNCHECK
8. Candida- God forbid. UNCHECK
9. Carbohydrate indigestion or inability to break down complex sugars and starches- possible. CHECK
10. Excess pathogenic bacteria and yeast which feed on undigested food particles- possible. CHECK
11. Insufficient digestive secretions from liver, gall bladder, pancreas, stomach and small intestines hence endocrine imbalance. possible- CHECK
12. Insufficient exercise therefore lack of tone in the abdominal muscles. - CHECK
13. Stress causes shutdown of the alimentary tract - TOTALLY CHECK
and so her recommended remedies are...
1. Use herbs, digestive enzymes, or charcoal. - UNCHECK
2. Exercise with yoga, swimming, and walking. - CHECK
3. Practice breathing exercises and meditate. - CHECK
4. Massage the abdomen. -CHECK
5. Take enemas and/or colon hydrotherapy treatments. - huh? UNCHECK
6. Fast. One of Ghandi's dietary rules is to abstain from eating when in pain. - CHECK
7. Take a hot bath. -CHECK
and some food remedies to relieve digestive disorders, cramps, gas and er-hum, irritable bowel syndrome...
1. ANISE
2. BASIL -eek
3. CELERY -eek
4. GARLIC
5. GINGER
6. OLIVE OIL
7. PAPAYA
8. PEPPERMINT
thanks to sheila and her helpful tips http://www.sheilas.com/bio.html
bee wrote this at 1:45 PM
the one with regret.
1:3 Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at handnuclear war, killer tsunamis, cosmic supernovas, conspiracy and warfare. what if these cataclysmic events are signs? how would it feel like if this world gets wiped out? what if someone finally tells us we only have one day left in this world?
what would you do?
what would she do?
it's only a day.
turn off the computer. give her client a free ad. head to east coast and watch the sea. sit at changi airport's departure hall watching plane take offs. coffee with close buds. apologise to a particular person whom she's deliberately avoided contact for the past year. nice japanese dinner with folks. sit in the balcony with her other half cosying to hot black tea and jazz. and write her final piece.
she'll finally stop rushing. she'll finally learn to let go and live life as it is. she'll finally learn never to take the simplest things for granted. she'll finally realise how silly she was fretting over non-issues. she'll finally begin to realise what she's missed the past 27 years. and she'll leave this world with a tinge of regret knowing she hadn't tried her best to fulfill certain dreams.
bee wrote this at 9:02 AM
Monday, March 28, 2005
worm
was in the cab on the way to tanah merah mrt last fri. the last five min of the ride was dreadful when she spotted a little green worm alongside her window seat.
1. little green worm decided to make its way across the window ledge despite its unstable legs which kept tipping over. fine.
2. the little ambitious [hm chai see] worm decided to defy gravity and crawled upwards against the ledge. whatever. fine.
3. the silly creepy crawler then decided to play spiderman and dangled itself from the top window ledge swinging into every possible direction each time the cabbie jerked. NOT FUCKING FINE.
prayed real hard for the lights to change and was bout to open the other exit door when cabbie uncle went:
"miss ah, why you go out this way, very dangerous ah..."
"uncle...the other door got WORM lar. eee."
"WHAT? what worm? where got? i clean my cab everyday! ahyah so SMALL only [used hand to fling the tiny crawler to god knows where SHEESH]"
that's not the point lor uncle...and to think i spent the last five min avoiding it.
bee wrote this at 9:42 AM
hostage
caught uncle willis's hostage in action last night and she had to admit it was a good action film as much as she detests blockbusters. lessons learnt?1. don't drive unaffordable vehicles in suburbs, a little humbleness could've saved your ass
2. never diss troubled looking teenagers in pick up trucks, they've got nothing to lose remember?
3. never live alone up in the mountains unless you have twenty security guards watching the damn survelliance cameras for you, who's gonna hear your screams for help?
4. always create connecting / hidden exits, for obvious safety reasons
5. never tell a psychopath who has the hots for you to fuck off... HULLO?!
honestly, the psychopath freaked her out more than the mob cos you never know what's on their mind...the last thing anyone needs is to have someone carving or shredding them through a mincer. *fucking gross*. think she's been watching too much CSI for her own good. btw, should you have missed the film kiss the girls, don't bother with it cos it did no justice to james patterson's book. read and you'll know.
bee wrote this at 8:47 AM
Thursday, March 24, 2005
good grief!
she just realised she's been drinking expired genmaicha (green tea with toasted rice) for the past three months. it apparently was valid only till october 2004. thank god she didn't die from some toxins or thingamagig poisoning else her folks will be upset if they lost their only girl to expired tea bags.*sheesh. points middle finger at herself again*
bee wrote this at 1:40 PM
tired feet
"i'm tired" feet
"i know. thank you for bringing me this distance for the past 27 years" bee
"your welcome. i may be tired, but i will go on as long as you have faith in me" feet
"i do, and that's why i look after you as best as i can cos we still have a long road ahead of us" bee
bee wrote this at 9:28 AM
the one with the blog purpose
read lip's entry yesterday and found something interestingfendy brought up a similar thought too when he mentioned his blog is not his diary but rather, a reflection of thoughts. she's always used her blog as a journal, one where her buds could read about her multiple gripes on anything from resentment, joy, grouses, love, heartbreaks. she is however, reserved about her reflections cos that to her is the most private of all. the silent form in her mind would always remain her own cos as lip said, "there are some things that we don't talk nor write about". some would say it's detrimental on her progression in any form of friend/ relationships but there are some who also believe some things are better left unsaid. perhaps that's why she's always had a small but select circle of friends. there are some that are not worth a second thought, some who are worth more than a lifetime and some whom you would love to keep but am not able to. you win some, you lose some. she may have thought him (bud turned close friend) a bastard two years ago but perhaps he was right in making the cautious decision. cos she would've lost him as a friend now if something had happened wouldn't it? such is life isn't it? we never really get what we want cos perfection would be banal wouldn't it? (bree in desperate housewives)
bee wrote this at 9:02 AM
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
a little bit of moby.
why does my heart feel so bad?why does my soul feel so bad?
this generic loop ad nauseam may bug the shit of some some but it works in transporting her to a euphoric yet numbing frame of mind. it's a private level she enjoys very much right now.
bee wrote this at 10:55 AM
the one with the glitch diary
the first of the 6 annual events is finally over.22 Mar diary
8.30am
pops into office to complete emcee script, checklists and last minute to-dos.
10.25am
hops onto cab to wisma where event's held. panicking cos was supposed to meet client at 10.30am for setup.
10.40am
arrives and discovers client's suppliers (delivering setup hardware) are late and would only come at eleven-ish. *geez* so much for technical dry run at twelve. twiddle thumbs.
11.30am
some stuff arrived...shakes leg.
12pm
all stuff arrived *wah lau eh* ..can finally get to work.
1pm
discovers new client's particular laptop cannot be connected to the location's sound system [lacks a particular wire]. fuck. ok, call setup suppliers for help. OPPS. all courier guys are out, can only arrive at 3pm. hyperventilates slightly. nevermind, we pay for urgent courier! goody. BUT...no guys in the supplier's office to pick up the wire cos they're all out. FUCK. hyperventilates more. no choice, will try their best...client's boss getting irritated.
2pm
cannot sync fucking plasmas with client's laptop [the reaction's kinda retarded compared to the plasmas]. client's boss supra irritated now.
3pm
still trouble shooting glitches. wire arrives. laptop to sound system solved. syncing solved. COOL.
3.40pm
received sms from PR colleague that she's only halfway through printing press releases [press event starts at 4pm]. FUCKFUCKFUCK. new client brings out press cdroms on the most obscene looking cheap green paper covers with NO CDROM stickers. WTF?
"XX, what happened to the cd stickers which we created and passed to you last week?" ms bee
"oh, the office forgot to bring it along" XX
"?? the press will not be able to identity which event these cdroms are for and it's not professional looking to pass media cdroms unlabelled and sloppish looking." ms bee
"no choice lar." XX
"...btw, there should be 30 media kits, how come only 19 cds?" ms bee
"oh, not enough time to burn everything" XX
"..." ms bee
and so she quickly ran to her usual client contact and highlighted this media bru-ha-ha. apparently, no one (the new client) wanted to make the call to give the go ahead without regional's nod in case her arse gets fired. oh well understandable i guess. so no press kit for media and we had to courier everything out this very morning. wah lau eh. can you imagine what the big boys are thinking right now? anyway, she prefers denial now.
4.10pm
event commences. the game trailer DID NOT SYNC with the plasmas. ok, client says do it again. fine, BUT THE FUCKING LAPTOP AGAIN DID NOT SYNC...it's so fucking embarrassing. client's boss having super black bao gong face now. oh shit shit shit. thank god for the wonderful veteran emcee who tried his best to take attention off the fucking technical glitch. rest of event goes on as per dry run. phew.
6.15pm
first session ends. finally have 15min to eat the first meal of the day. a mcdonalds sundae and half a pack of fries.
7.15pm
trade arrives. the atmosphere lightens up as this group is more particular about food, booze and babes rather than savvy event intros. bet they didn't even realise the plasma was a wee 3 sec later than the lagged laptop (we tried a different tactic this time by starting the laptop first then the plasmas).
9.30pm
event wraps. finally! on time for dismantling for location's salsa party at 10pm later.
10.30pm
cleared all stuff and walked over to ice cold beer for colleague's engagement party.
11pm
left place and headed home with:
- sore calves
- stubbed and cut toes (from running into the lightboxes at location)
- slight headache
- gastric
- heavy heart
forgot to mention that she left behind her favourite pair of four-year-old glasses at the location too. oh well. if the old ain't going, the new ain't coming. sniffles.
bee wrote this at 9:00 AM
Monday, March 21, 2005
WHOA! don't play play.
stepped into office.turned on the yellow tinged pc.
typed in password on the pai-kah keyboard (it's losing a leg).
checked the weekend mail.
WHOA.
the new client on board totally knocked me out when she sent across a spruced up va-va-voom powerpoint prezo to the entire team over the weekend (the one which we used to communicate with never did any of these fancy sorts). although the contents were mostly taken from our proposal to her, i cannot imagine anyone spending precious time over the weekend beautifying the final doc when a simple HTML mail would've completed the objective. but i reckon she did it for other strategic reasons which i would avoid documenting in case i do get fired. anyway. but yeah, it really impressed me for that 5 minutes of blue screen and fancy visuals.
i'm a damn sucker for fancy presentations. L.
bee wrote this at 8:54 AM
Friday, March 18, 2005
the talented auteur
au·teur n.A filmmaker, usually a director, who exercises creative control over his or her works and has a strong personal style.
She adores chinese filmmakers zhang yimou, hou hsiao hsien and chen kaige for their multi- talented works over the years, and in particular zhang. Though there’ve been critics slamming the 5th generation auteur of trying to inculcate patriarchal attitudes through his films highlighting women’s repressed desire and tragic ends, she thinks not.
he often gives his female lead a strong character, often steering the whole narration and film alongside the male. The female is thus represented as a step towards modernity with their longing for liberation while the male is seen clinging hopelessly to traditions, pulling the female back into the stifling Chinese Confucian beliefs and tradition of oppression. Confucianism where it structures society to create identities that impel actions to strengthen and proliferate male and female identities, leaving little room or no room at all for women in tragic situations.
zhang shows recognition of the chinese female’s plight, understanding their difficult and almost impossible struggle under the subjugation of the traditional institution (husband and matriarch mother-in-law). Although these women never quite survive physically (red sorghum and judou) or psychologically (raise the red lantern) in his films, their passion, rebellion and courage to break traditions depicts her as a force to be reckoned with.
how she loved his epic tearjerker about the fate and victimization of a beautiful woman in raise the red lantern. The amount of grief, sadness, torment and futility of songlian’s fight (the heroine) was beyond description. The life of a young, lively, and bright lady was lost when she was forced to endure a household of sick rituals and inevidently a loss of self-identity and mind. The aural allegory used throughout the film amplified her desperate plea to be free of the house and its claustrophobic traditions. The film was an excellent depiction of how traditions are slowly destroying the modern female form in their fight for emancipation from the ancient chinese world.
Does it mean that transgression would only result in a bad end?
Death or suicide?
Or does death simply mean an offering to spiritual freedom where women are often revered as saintly saviours and dark angels?
The beauty of chinese films lies here.
bee wrote this at 11:13 AM
love
was at the atrium setup for glimpses of light (for mercy relief) exhibition yesterday with the guys who were rushing the keep everything in place for the opening tomorrow.
decided to take a little time off for some fun. stuck a shiny happy LURV sticker on sweet's butt. *GUFFAWS*
awww. we love you mak.
bee wrote this at 9:30 AM
Thursday, March 17, 2005
green day
green (n.)
The hue of that portion of the visible spectrum lying between yellow and blue, evoked in the human observer by radiant energy with wavelengths of approximately 490 to 570 nanometers; any of a group of colors that may vary in lightness and saturation and whose hue is that of the emerald or somewhat less yellow than that of growing grass; one of the additive or light primaries; one of the psychological primary hues.
Slang. Money.
Green A supporter of a social and political movement that espouses global environmental protection, bioregionalism, social responsibility, and nonviolence.
emerald, jade, olive, lime, sea green. you name it i love it.
bee wrote this at 9:06 PM
it pays to be paranoid.
was praying hard before last evening's recce on site with the client that all will be smooth.it's really strange how i've been to the same location three times (paronoia) and it looked different with each visit:
- recce 1
ok, looks good and spacious with fancy AV. but fuck, nice aquarium wall is empty cos its leaking! *curses*
- recce 2
out of paranoia that the friggin huge 2.5m structure plus other big big stuff could not fit in, she went down again on her own accord and discovered to her horror that the place might indeed be too small. *points middle finger at herself*
- recce 3
met the client there last evening. and surprise surprise, the place looked spacious and inviting with its seductive neon lamps lighted. client was pleased with the choice. PHEW.
all is good. frank sinatra's i've got you under my skin blasting on her mini stereos now...
btw, how idiotic is it of reception to put through a DID call when she obviously knows there's no one around but the two of us early tweets? it's so fucking annoying having the phone ring for a whole 3 minutes before she realises no one's around but US (she's not new lor, she's been here for what 7 months??!) ...*rolls eyes*
bee wrote this at 8:59 AM
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
the subconscious
she's always had a weakness for things airy fairy.tarot, palm and face readings, dreams you name it she digs it. she had a rather disturbing dream last night and its interpretation ain't sound too rosy either. reading too much into the subconscious made her wonder if she's been over reacting. after all, overly sensitive, slightly unwell and tiredness does tend to overwhelm a person's outlook doesn't it? then again, perhaps her inner self was only trying to protect its owner from further harm. she needs to breathe. she needs to meditate. she needs sugar to keep her going. now where's her lakerol?bee wrote this at 2:12 PM
why are events so like "dat"
was having a chat with lip this morning about how unmanageable events are. i really have no fucking idea how event companies pull off such stunts everyday. events are not like creative or media campaigns where everything planned for usually turns out safe. the events done in-house are probably chicken feet (in local lingo) in the eyes of professional event companies. but look, we are so not in their league as these are by-the-way favours done to implement cost -saving measures on outsourcing simple routine gatherings.events like these give me anxiety attacks every moment of the day until it's finally over the morning after... cos everything that can possibly go WRONG will go WRONG.
flow not good lar
not enuff storage space lar
materials agreed upon in writing turns out different in reality lar
not enough powerpoints lar
not enough power must bring extra DB in case location trip lar
pouring cats when it's outdoors
not enough parking space lar
not enough space for backdrop lar
not enough personal space for VIP to rest lar
not enough money for decor and STILL must decorate lar
not enough time to seek approvals on everything lar
last minute event extension by two hours and don't want to pay surcharges lar
and the last thing i need is...
models and emcee fall sick and substitute with some sub standard peabrain lar (dun laugh, it happened before and i so wanted to kill the sub emcee)
cancel event cos someone at the top decided not to do any event at the last hour lar
*pray hard*
bee wrote this at 9:26 AM
ooh lala
naked torsos.
makes me think bout the irony of the female body in our social context. for years, we've had multiple organisations campaigning that it's ok to be a little fat. how can that possibly take off when modelling and fashion industries including non-living things like mannequins still conform to the accepted "perfect" form of a wo-man with its flat abs, slim thighs and slender arms (plus big boobs)?
i'm not against any industry for doing so cos honestly, fabrics and clothes do look better on people with less bulk. but why all that pretense saying that its ok to be fat when its really not ok? did karl lagerfeld not lose half his size and gotten praised for looking better than ever? i love that man, he's the maestro (plus john galliano).
maybe i should blog an article written three years ago on superficiality.
bee wrote this at 9:24 AM
mak's commercial piece
this is probably a terrible attempt/ shot in capturing mak's great work on exhibition design. come on by to the mercy relief exhibition this weekend at dhoby ghaut, the atrium if you can. do note that the event's intention is not to glorify tragedy but to tell a simple story to those who are fortunate to be praying for others.
bee wrote this at 9:14 AM
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
i am thee fairy godmutha
asian society's work culture consists of48 hours turnaround*
less than a week's notice for major event changes
comparing event lavishness yet stuck in budget denial
there's no try, it's a must (YOU have to make it happen)
if my ex agency can do it so can you (i so fucking hate this one)
how often have we not found ourselves pulling what little hair we have left for such harrowing mantras. as we speak, i'm now tasked with a possible switch in event grounds to a more expensive location PLUS a budget cut.
how very smart.
*POOF POOF* I'm a fairygod mother and i can give your more more more for less less less.
WOWEE! (like my ex colleague's IM says "i wasn't born with enough middle fingers)
the * above was a horror story related to me by a bud servicing telco accounts.
bee wrote this at 8:49 AM
Thursday, March 10, 2005
the old journal
was packing old boxes last night and found an old journal from her murdoch days. the journal started during the angtsy days where she was bitter bout almost everything, from school to life to relationships. and how she cried reading the journal knowing how silly she was at times. the denial, the delusional happiness and the bitterness over her newly found independence living abroad. she was very disappointed with herself during the younger days where she thought she wasn't the best cos she:- didn't make it to the gifted program in her snotty girls' school (where most had chauffeurs and came from families of Drs and lawyers)
- didn't make it to privatised secondary schools like most of her mates
- didn't choose to go college cos she failed terribly at written chinese
- didn't excel in poly amidst a stressful group of high achievers and perfectionists (those days were worse than working honestly)
uni changed her life completely. cos for once, she didn't feel the pressure to perform aces. for once, she felt really proud of herself. she fell in love with books all over again. she read, she absorbed, she asked, she learnt and she excelled in her own way. isn't that what education's about? learning new things and applications enabling us to perform as all-rounders and not some dumbfuck who scores 10 As and knows shit bout personality and attitudes? believe me, there are tons of grads here who think they rock cos they are graduates and can talk down to those who've been in the industry for years despite not having a full education. it's saddening to know many young have no form of respect for rich experiences that they could never have until thirty years down the road when they will get dissed by their very own words from the next generation.
life's bittersweet. hell, no one said it was ever easy did they? if it was, it'll probably mean you haven't lived life to its fullest.
bee wrote this at 8:42 AM
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
toys
DO YOU REMEMBER THIS from like twenty years ago? she found them at this cool shop in chinatown specialising in traditional toys. couldn't resist a little childhood memorabilia can she?
bee wrote this at 9:12 AM
new shoes
how i love the practicality of simple flat shoes [despite having a shelf full of 3 inch heels].
bee wrote this at 9:07 AM
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
gorman
another shopping expedition where she cannot quite decide if she needed another top for no occasion. it's a female thing really.
bee wrote this at 3:58 PM
getting healthy again
am seriously resuming yoga again for obvious gastric related problems. check out this new place at amoy street http://www.myvirtualfit.com/about.htmthe studio's small and cosy and you don't have to elbow the next lady or smell someone's fucking bad BO unlike most fitness centers in CBD [central business district for non-locals, it's where most corporate sharks are located]. Neither do you have to turn up half hour early to sign up for mass kickboxing classes and have the entire world watch you and 30 others jiggle your bits through the glass windows. i fucking hate open concept gyms.
bee wrote this at 9:07 AM
Monday, March 07, 2005
nothing to do...
mucking with hon's bear and imitating its flattened face. the things she does when she's bored...*good grief!*
bee wrote this at 7:26 PM
another little window
besides this, she's got 10 other things you don't know about her...1. tea with honey
2. black coffee (apart from latte)
3. heart attack inducing foods like chinese carrot cake, orh luak, teochew muah, fried rice, bak kut teh, pork lard, roast pork skin
4. art films and film fest there goes my annual film pocket money stash again. plus the fact that she's gotta set aside lunch hours this week to search and book the films. hell, she didn't do films at murdoch for nothing right?
5. salty popcorn
6. contemporary art museums
7. singing (though she can't hymn for nuts, fucking weird)
8. walking in the rain alone
9. waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee (that's what she needs to buy for new house)
10. eggs benedict (how to bloody cook them? so difficult)
bee wrote this at 9:38 AM
building a brand
the amex green established itself as her first material want some seventeen years ago with its never leave home without it tagline. the images of a male yuppie stranded in the rain whilst travelling, him presenting his amex, cheap trick's the flame playing in the background. remember the ad?and so this little girl fell in love with the commercial. she was so deeply in love with amex. she fell in love with the lifestyle of an amex carrier, she fell in love with the thought of herself growing up as this flamboyant yuppie, and she fell in love with america cos it seemed like an island of dreams.
it's strange how people can grow so attached to a brand, a service or even a logo despite it being a non-living entity, it's like a one-way relationship isn't it? she's kept the amex even though it's not been used it for a year now. with liabilities like non waiver of service fees and minimal benefits [compared to other cards], her decision to keep the card may sound totally impractical but no. cos it evokes a sense of emotional belonging and giving it up would mean losing this childhood dream of hers.
wherever you go, i'll be with you...
whatever you want, i'll give it to you...
whenever you need someone...
bee wrote this at 9:15 AM
Friday, March 04, 2005
the victorious one!
since the blog's inception, i've blasted tons of stuff on pseudo master [dad].we're alike in many ways like character temperament, mannerisms and physique yet so different in speech deliverance and ideologies. i've blogged bout his dislike for many things from female + indian + mercedes drivers, weird eating habits, know-it-all attitudes, pig headed chauvinism, irritating superstitions, a certain race in particular, and bigoted judgements on every other thing.
for once, i've finally won an argument although the contents are fucking mundane and silly...
pseudo master reading aloud the restaurant's name Imman at a red light.
pseudo master: im-man, do you know its a famous name?
bee: silence [but thinking to herself im-ran? as in the dude who used to be from mediaworks and now editor of new man, who's also my senior at murdoch who was dating some skinny koh chieng mun lookalike flirt whom we all detested at uni, who had a twin sis who became my cousin sis-in-law? no wait, or maybe its david bowie's wife iman]
pseudo master: it's the name of a supermodel, see don't think i don't know anything ok
bee: hmm. it's pronounced i-man, not im-man. she's black, not malay. and she's also david bowie's wife on top of being a supermodel.
pseudo master: ...... [pretends not to hear]
it's a damn cheap shot but i like watching the flicker of annoyance flash across his face for 2 seconds.
bee wrote this at 9:00 AM
Thursday, March 03, 2005
the one where she stopped being nice for once
why do they like to walk under shelter with their fucking brollies?why do they like to road hog and not give way to people who'd been running under the rain desperate for shelter?
why do they not care if the place is crowded and leave their fucking brollies open , poke them into your eye (cos they're fucking short) and merely stare at you sans apologies?
why do they fucking cut queues at hawker stalls when you're obviously in front of them and have the gull to stare at you when you tell them to queue.
Why do they like staring at people from head to toe in the most condescending manner?
why do they like to stand so fucking close behind in a queue you can feel her bloody tits brushing your back?
and who are these fucking morons? they are likely to have...
fucking boring work environments, speak mandarin with lars and lors, no ounce of graciousness despite wearing fucking cheap suits with charles and keith carrying fake guccis, 1cm thick of makeup, long rebonded and highlighted hair, very fair [cos they think they're sammi chengs], gossip about the morning with their fucking clans...
and so she returns this favour by...
stepping on your fucking cheap shoes by accident, brush you aside cos she's taller than you, curse FAT ASS as she squeezes by you, stare you in the eye and ask you what the fuck are you staring at, brush stained soup bowl past your blouse cos you refuse to step aside after saying tons of excuse mes.
FUCKING CBD MORONS. I HATE YOU ALL.
and all it took was a rainy day at amoy street market during late lunch hour for that.
bee wrote this at 1:31 PM
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
give me the simple life- 2
here i am sitting at my desk since 8.45am with busy fingers flying through creative briefs and al green and eddie higgins quartet my foolish heart buzzing in my ears.nice...
bee wrote this at 9:08 AM
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
the forbidden fruit
i've developed a slight attraction to assam sweets (from thailand). it's a tiny little thing with sugar coated layers like haw flakes and the inside bits are made with spicy like chilli. sounds fucking gross but i think i might be addicted to this sweet, sourish, spicy thingamagig that tickles my tastebuds.bee wrote this at 2:06 PM
the oriental romance
photographer: randy ang
theme: old shanghai during xmas 2004
bee wrote this at 11:23 AM
OH SHEESH
like every other form of relationships, my current one with the new ibook G4 is going through a "get-to-know-each-other" phase. it's perhaps more frustrating dealing with the G4 cos i can't flirt with this shiny white non-living thing. had hell of a night trying to troubleshoot:msn messenger
pops a message telling me i need to upgrade messenger before it can continue. ok. downloads new version and nothing seems to be getting along cos i'll need to delete the old for the new version to be installed smoothly. but....i'll need more time for that. so no IM at home for now lor.
microsoft entourage
this really pissed the shit outta me. it's telling me that i need to subscribe to the premium hotmail service before the program can be up and running. it's bloody US$19.95 a month. why the fuck should i be paying a premium when i've been getting it free all along?
posting pics on blogger via mac
hello and mac are not compatible. OH FUCK. so now i've got to suffer a harrowing initialisation with flickr as like hello.
gee weez. BREATHE DEEPLY. the G4's worth the effort girl.
bee wrote this at 9:17 AM
