Behind those thoughts

I was furiously brainstorming about where to go during the weekend and agenda.
Honestly Singapore is so BORED. It is not boring but already bored.
Thought I kinda have it mapped out and I reached Serangoon.

Though life has been fine.Twice or thrice a week, I will go home straight after work to ease the gulit. I can't stand my old man feeling so lonely but I can't do anything to help it. Thought at least a prescence helps...I hope it does.

Though work has been fine.Few times I would still feel I could have done better, be paid better and then there would be times wondering would I be doing as good if I were else where?When monetary thoughts tempt the mind, I would offset with the happiness and satisfaction I have now. Thought it would help...I hope it does.

Though love has been fine.Often I am still caught in between my bliss and insecurity. I would wonder what's in the future and who Jason may becomes? Would he still need someone like me if he has got everything else running good for him? Thinking too much doesnt help and I know the unexpected is I slap my own mouth anyway. Thought the present is so far so good for us...I hope it does.

I dunno about you but I do have a very vivid imagination. IF you caught me staring into space, my mind probably imagining some scenes that you can't see.Person with my imagination is shame that I can't express myself well. Or rather I dunno how to and really dun want to?

GAWD..what the HECK have I been talking.

Incoherent but heck, I should do something with my pen instead.

Wednesday, middle of nowhere

Honestly I dislike Wednesday.Gives you a sense of no satisfaction.

Random pictures since I blahed too much lately.(Hint noted from Vonx who is probably clubbing off her Ladies night now.Ha.)

That 23rd when I was in a bad mood, I picked up my pencil and wanted to draw nothing.
My initial thought was to draw a bigger version of this off my bookmark.

Jason drew that and it's identical from the bookmark. Did I mention that he can draw as well?

With much erasing and by some stroke of spontaneous luck, I pulled off an angel like this.

I know it is nothing Picasso but for someone who sucks in Arts,it is quite ...impressive.

Rem' that pink furry cushion I got previously, I bought this pink chair from IKEA Tamp last Saturday with Jason.


I can't explain the pink fever but it looks better (not that comfy though) than the pic. Yes, Jason assembled the chair for me. What different am I from a handicapped without Jason?


The yum yum from IKEA but that's the day when my stomach got "injured"

If life's a box of chocolates....

That's from my SUPER rich attachment gal.Only can see such big box in England and though I aint exactly a chocolate fan (I prefer it accompanied by something else), I am still thrilled by the colours.

Well..I guess that's about all. Wednesday, that's all I have.

Do you wanna be my boyfriend?

That sounds like a certain pop song but that's what on my mind.
When I look at Jason,I realised it must be a tough day job to be my boyfriend.(Not that I am trying to make it easier as I realised it.)

Cos' Jason has to make time for his trainings(which he kicked for a certain ang moh club,with no pay @ SCC now) at least once a week for training and Sunday for match, 3 days for his part time sales job(which he is doing quite a good job,I admit) and me , and his family!
So sometimes I may have to split the time I have with his family if possible, which I am not exactly happy of sometimes.

To conclude:
7 days a week, his new schedule.

Monday morn:NS.
Monday evening:Work.

Tuesday morn:NS.
Tuesday evening:Meet me for a short while before soccer training.

Wedesday morn:NS.
Wednesday evening:Work.

Thursday morn:NS.
Thursday evening:Soccer. (But may have to work if I 'wish' (My wish is often his command, if defy will result my sulkings)

Friday morn:NS
Friday evening:Work (Unless I wanna meet him which lately I wanna do so...attention craving??)

Saturday: Me (Hopefully no family events cropped out, if not it would be me & his family)

Sunday morn:His mum.
Sunday evening: Soccer match.

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Where's Jason's life? All badly occupied by NS, soccer,work and me.(I have to emphasize that I think I stand very lil' part though)

I often ask him if he feels tired? Even if he has a rest day,he will go out and do something to occupy it. Given it if it were me, I would grab use of any free space and hibernate. But Jason simply won't.

And because he knew he has lil' time for me, he will try his ways to make it up to me in other ways like accomodating to my needs and wants,spoiling me like a rotten 5 year old.(And I still upset him sometimes)

I'm not saying that I am not a good girlfriend. I just think he is doing a better job though there are times I am upset. But come to think of it, I am mostly upset cos' I can't have his time.
So I'm not sure if I am being petty and not understanding.

Back to today(Tuesday), his schedule is meet me for a short while before going to SCC for training.
Being the good gf,I thought of making something light but filling for him.(Potato salad is the answer) Despite being sick (Injured stomach and still feeling injured now), I made it to NTUC and returned home battled.

I realised part of the reason I never learn to be a good chef (or at least something presentable in the kitchen) has to do with my chef dad. Whenever I thought of whipping something, he will do it for me when he wants to demonstrate. I'm not complaining. ;)

Why am I digressing??

So before parting,Jason received a call pertaining work.While he is answering, his bus came along and he had to leave.
USUAL practice is he would give me a light peck on the cheeks but he totally forgot and was SO engrossed in the conversation, he just briefly waved his fingers and board the bus WITHOUT looking at me.
Silly me was still kinda waiting for his kiss and I stared at him from where I am. When he saw me(in the bus), I signalled my cheek and showed him a indignant face(And walked off). His expression was "Oops..."

While I take this lightly as a joke(with him saying me leecher and me scolding him scoundrel), I have a light sense of foreboding.
I have lil' doubts of Jason's capabilities when it comes to work. Infact it is what he is capable of doing almost anything that leaves me 'handicapped' whenever I am with him.

I have to be prepared that I can't have all of Jason and I know I can't be selfish enough to hold on to. I have to be prepared that those days with lil' responsibilities like while we were studying (Can you tell me why again from the start, I already started with lil' time with him??) are gone and when he is fully out in the work force,will I have even lesser of him?

I am so insecure whenever it comes to this. Part of me can't deal with having lesser and lesser of the already less Jason and part of me know I have to let go and let this guy have his placings in life. Besides with him doing well, it serves me no less worse.(I would like to think so...)

Maybe you didn't know this, but Jason used to be the Mr Popular in his Secondary days. He is the Jack of all Trades.The Talentiner, the consecutive Sports Champion, the one who scored badly in Prelims yet was still invited to the one of those top JCs for that first 3months and many others(Uh huh, can you believe he is in those Special Stream then??Express streams like us think those who can make it to S.S are NUTS!. (Oh..not to mentioned the no of steadies he had there.)I thought he used up his luck by the time he reached poly

Y'see,tension of opposites come again. I want him to relive the glory and fame cos' I think that is what he is capable of and maybe belong to. And then I think I may not be able to deal with it.

If comes a day Jason is on his peak of success, honestly where would I be? I have to understand that there would be no or lil room for me and I guess the greatness of a woman part is SHE UNDERSTANDS at her own pains.

So this talking comes to no end and I am kinda ahead of my time.

Can you deal with such a gal like me? It's not easy to be my boyfriend, not easy to be Jason.

Sunday Sick

I was already not feeling very well yesterday with Jason. Stomach cramp, headache and I broke to slight fever this morning. (And my stomach's still cramp)

I realised people who are always pondering about life are a lil' more negative than most but they are always able to pick themselves up in the midst of all. (Then fall again and rise, so the cycle begins)

I'm beginning to forget how hard I thrive to be positive & happy for the whole of this week but by typing this down, I am trying to remind myself to start living.

I greeted everyone who greets me,without avoiding.
I donated a lil' cash to some poor souls who are in need sometimes.
I appreciate the boyfriend I have in life and with his capabilities, he is reducing me to overly dependent. (haha)
And my family & friends, I love them.

Would have spend the time uploading some pictures,if not for the on & off stitiches feel of my stomach.

Till tomorrow, we are one week away from April.

Enjoy.

"What now, You're gone. My fault, I'm sorry."-Craig David

I guess it is supposed to be a nice 44th month anniversary but yours truely screwed it.

"I know the kinda attention you sub consciously thrive dor, and I don't mind giving it to you...But sometimes, it is too much for me to take..."

I don't know what's wrong with me but I know my pride is strong enough to prevent me from giving in and breaking down to tears.
Unlike my girlfriends who can't stand a single miscommunication and must talk it out, I on the other hand, won't die without talking.

I don't always start being really angry or piss but the inability to cheer me up turns me one monster. (I understand that it is not easy to cheer me up either cos' my pride is strong.) And all I need is just a small,small trigger point to start the whole drama.
*Shrugs*

Without peeling to my inner world, I feel indifferent.
But believe me, I am really only angry if I choose to shout or retaliate back. By keeping mum, I am only unhappy and I know it's my fault though.

The mistake (in this relationship) is I believe Jason loves me more and makes me love myself more.Sometimes this leads me to a state of confusion & a sense of fear when I really wanna think about this relationship.

"I know I am testing your patience but part of me enjoys it..."

Yes, I do enjoy and taking his patience whenever I threw a tantrum for granted and that is death penalty eventually.
Should he finds a gal who will appreciate him better than I do, what right do I have to stop him(from leaving this relationship)?
*Shrugs*

I don't know,man. Sometimes I think I deserve a slap but I love myself better than to let any guy to abuse me physically.

For all the years that I’ve known you baby
I can’t figure out the reason why lately you’ve been acting so cold (didn’t you say)
if there’s a problem we should work it out
so why you giving me the cold shoulder now
like you don’t want to talk to me girl (tell me)
okay I know I was late again
I made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)
but why you making this thing drag on so long (I wanna know)
I’m sick and tired of this silly game
don’t think that I’m the only one here to blame
it’s not me who’s been going round slamming doors

That’s when you turned and said to me

I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong

I just don’t love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down

what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry

feeling like a fool cos I let you down

now it’s too late to turn it around

I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry

I guess this time it really is goodbye

you made it clear when you said

I just don’t love you no more

I know that I’ve made a few mistakes

but never thought things would turn out this way

doesn’t make sense to me now that you’re gone (I see it all so clearly)

me at the door with you in a state

giving my reasons but as you look away

I can see a tear roll down your face

Those simple words hit so hard

they turned my whole world upside down

girl you caught me completely off guard

on that night you said to me

I just don’t love you no more

When that day comes, I will clearly remember that it would be my fault...maybe.

Happy World Bestfriends' Day.

I decided to give Bishan a trip after work just for leisure today.
Ok, my aim was to go Clinique and wanna buy the magical concealor HerWorld features. I don't like those Clinique in town, makes me feel shy,ugly and mostly ignorant.
If you havent guess it, yes...I have NEVER buy anything from those departmental makeup stores in town.I feel safer when I visit them in smaller malls.

Turn up that Clinique has not launch their DermaWhite series yet but I returned home happy.=)

I bought this pink furry and hairy cushion from Mini Toons.

Sitch looks so much cuter posing along side with the cushion than me.

It doesnt look that nice but it's soft and just the size I need. Plus point: It's PINK.

I also bought the 3 for $33 plain Tee & Spaghetti from Giordano and 2 colour pens from Popular.

I always buy things like that,based heavily by spontaneity. I convinced that I am not splurging or wasting money. I am buying the things I need or wanted at a good price.
I would have bought the cushion at IKEA anyway but IKEA wouldnt have PINK soft furry cushion.

Next on list: Mitch Albom "Just one more day". I have checked the retail price of this book and $20 is a steal from Peace Centre old bookstore. Too bad the boss sold the book.I hope he orders soon like he promise.

Oh...you know how trains are always packed and there are always people who refused to move.
Upon reaching Bishan stop, everyone was rushing out. I was startled at this really petite size lady infront of me.She,in quite an pissed off tone,said "EXCUSE ME." loudly to this auntie who was blocking her way to the door.

Initially I give it to her that someone of her size has such a loud and strong voice. Then I think she is just rude. Period.
In a certain degree, that auntie was at fault for blocking the way. But hey, everyone was pushing their way out from the left,back and right and that auntie was carrying big bags!
That lady is so short (lucky she is slim) that if I raise my elbow maybe about 120 degrees, I could use my elbow to jab the tip of her head.

I dunno what's my problem but I just detest rude people when I am in a positive mood.


This is the 'Oo-chu' I had during lunch. (Tasted quite bad) I dunno why I took that picture but I'm kinda amused by the colour.
I think I'm sick.

Anyway tomorrow's Friday!
TGIF..pray for a good and smooth day tomorrow. The monotonous job is dragging everyone's foot.
Mcjob. Mcdonald is gonna have Oxford to change that world and probably any terms that is negative and starts with Mc.


I wanted to act cute by pouting and crikes. I look like Ju-On anyway.

I can imagine Lil' red riding hood telling me,"Grandma, what dark eye circles you have!"

-_-

Lusting Love

That was a new page of my secret red book.Basically I write anything on that book and I created a Lusting Love page. Basically about the stuffs that are obviously not a essential need but lusting need.
If living is just about fulfilling your essential needs without touching a lil' of the material lust, it most probably signifies you are dying.

'Lusting Love'...Hmm..I like that.*smirks*

Anyway I realised I must have a face that uncles,most of the time, like to chat up to.
Do I look friendly?

I rem' during my attachment, the security guards, the engineers and some other I probably forgot who they are like to talk to me. As in like greeting talks.

Some folks I swear I never rem' living at my block, will sometimes talk to me as if they've seen me from young.

There's this Indian uncle cleaner whom I will always meet on my way to MRT, will never fail to greet me morning.(And he started it. I never realise him till he started Good Morning)

And this cleaner uncle of Paradiz Centre always try to engage in lil' greeting talks with me also.

Not to mention this white hair uncle working next door would LOVE to talk to me.(I dont see him talking to any other gals of my office and HE approached me first)

Oh..And this young technician guy of Paradiz centre who I see sometimes, (I kinda think he likes me) smiles so much at me when he gets tongue tied.
I kinda like him too cos' he looks like the older, skinnier, shorter and obviously not as handsome version of Alvin Ng. HAHAHA.I dunno which part of my brain is 'shiok' to think that...but just an impression.
So when he flashed me his pearly white today when I saw him, (on coincidence) I cant help to blush a lil.

I dunno if Jason likes to read this but I dont care.I am not upset if he gets gals attention,in fact curious and I will do what I can to butt in and help him attract more attention. ;p We should be more confident than insecure about this.Haha.

So my point is not trying to showing how popular I am. Infact I am questioning ,"Do I have a FRIENDLY face??" I never see people on the street smiling at me but I do try to be helpful and friendly whenever the mood strikes.
Hey I often offer to share brolly with those who are stuck in the rain without. Do you do that,HUH??

Being a shy and introvert person like I really am inside, I would sometimes try to avoid those people.I feel funny somehow. *shrugs*
I dunno what kinda impression I give or what vibe I have. If you know something about me I dunno, tell me about it. (If you are gonna tell me anything negative, fuck off.)

Day 3 and I am working hard. I dunno how long can I last before the depression cycle kicks in again but I just keep telling myself to stop being pathetic and start living.

Food pics..

Rem' there's this cosy looking cafe next to Shaw House at Orchard?

Far Coast.

I kinda dig that cafe. Affordable range and makes you feel rich sitting on a Saturday.


Chocolate (what they call Reverie) and New York Cheesecake.

I dont count calories when I eat. I dont care what trans fats or fat fats.I don't indulge food like those all the time and live too short to be mindful of them always.

Go visit them.Tell me when you have tried their 'exotic' coffees.


An colourful array of donuts taken at Thai. I just love to see colourful pastries.

Hope this cheers you up if you aint feeling too good for a Wednesday.


(A really poof looking moi yesterday)
Cherish me when I am riding uphill.
See ya.;)

Lifestyle or just cultivation?

I'm back.My brain is back.
Months without blogging turns mine into soured milk. As much as I do not have much pictures to post (And damn stop complaining cos' my connection's the speed of a snail.) but I just blah all the incoherent things I want.Can you stop me?
I believed I once said I wish I have a chip (which connected to my blog account) inserted my brain cos' mentally, it wont stop thinking and by the time I'm ready to type it down, most vapourized.

I'm under the sleepy spell for most part of my Tuesday. I push the partial blame to Desperate Housewives (although I only caught 30 minutes of which last night) but it kept my brain awake till sometime.
I'm trying to adjust my system to a healthier mode. 8 hours of sleep IS healthy but it's makes me lazy and that laziness is insatiable.

Should I know drinking Pu'Er will wake me up, I wouldnt only drink it at 5pm. -_-
It doesnt taste good though but I realised I prefer Chinese tea to any other ang moh teas anytime.

I bought HERWORLD again. Actually I am not in full support for magazines. I didnt think they are teaching the right things. The fashion is imporatant but it brain wash you in time to come. But again that's marketing for you. I bought it cos' I just want something to read.

Lifestyle or just a cultivation to join the world?

I do intend to post some picts but heck, photobucket hung on me!

1st wake up call

It striked me last night that mid March is over. I keep wondering has the motion of time gotta do with age?
I dislike March. A long month without holidays and hot weather. I clearly remember how torturous last March was and look it's already coming end March year 07, I remind you.

I was telling myself (And writing down. I have a secret red book) to stop being pathetic.
Pathetic's a harsh word and yes I do feel pathetic.
How and why on earth am I always feeling like not doing enough and really never did anything enough. Laziness is a disease that become an old habit hard to die. It doesn't die the hard way, it's simply the undead.
I feel insecure and I feel pathetic. Yet I have the pride to tell the world I am content and I am happy. How pathetic is that?

I didn't lie when I mean I am content and happy. Just that we all know that beings feel that same way sometimes, no matter how rich or poor, pretty or ugly,successful or not.

I wanted to watch Ugly Betty last night. There was a short period of time when I first started this job, that having less than 6 hours of sleep doesnt matter just to get Lost.
Somehow with time and perhaps some other forgotten causes,I traded that for more than 8 hours of sleep mostly and still feeling lethargic the next day.

I did watch Ugly Betty for the first 15 minutes or so and I was, sadly, not very interested in that sitcom. Despite having suffice sleep, I still have not a good trip to Lalala land.(aka nightmare of the 3rd kind but I was rather brave in my dreams, always.)

For at least half of Monday, I reminded myself to WAKE UP and start living. Thankfully the spell only breaks in at the later half of the day. I felt thankful for work and colleagues, and the day to seize the breathe. (what breathe..duh. But I like incoherent usuage of words.)

Just to share a lil' usual family tale.My parents doesnt like the idea of keeping dogs as pets. (and maybe they just dont exactly like pets. Stinky and Stinko are still here cos' they are alive.)

My uncle called to ask if I wanna keep a JackRussell. He knew better than that and so he convinced ownself that it's not viable.
So I reached home with messy hair and sweats and I believed I only said, "Jiu Jiu...(= uncle)" and my mum said,"Ni bu yong xiang..(You dont even need to think about it).blah blah blah."

Haha...I wasnt even trying to sell the idea.

The rest of the Thai pics...Sigh..a chore.Maybe by weekend, I shall load another part.

Ask me why I love Keane?

Honestly no idea. I don't even listen to every of their songs. I am still stuck with thier Hopes & Fears but I just like their selective few songs.

Don't you hate it when that feeling comes? That feeling wishing that you could domore with your life.I am lazy and it's uncurable.
I know we shouldn't be limited by the circumstances in life. We should cross over hurdles and experience every sweet and sorrow.
I am scared and lazy and it's uncurable.
But still I have that feeling every now and then. Unsatisfied life?Or maybe I just dunno what I can do?

Sometimes I talk nonsenses like these and it's only words that I can wield like swords,poking air and still I don't understand what am I trying to say.

I think about the people who are in my life and who were in my life. I think about almost every single one that made an impact or left a print. Sadly all we are left are memories and do you think about them?
Sometimes I don't understand why those left must leave. I don't understand why a smile yesterday remained in yesterday. I don't understand why things happened the way it did and it did happened still.

I know thinking too much is wasting life cos' time is still ticking away. You still have to brace yourself for work tomorrow. (Bummer!)But I am exhausting a single strand of energy when I do that.It's like when you think too many times, you still think but are tired already to figure out why. You just think..trying to remember,fearing one day you may forget.

Why I love Keane?
Somehow a few of their songs just carry me away...The melody, the music, the lyrics and the voice.

"If you have a minute, why don't we go? Somewhere only we know."

Just Pattaya this time

It takes still someway to go to upload all the pictures I took in Thai.
Presenting you those taken at Pattaya.

Been there during the second day and it was awful. Burnt arms, stupid ah-nehs, long boat rides, hot weather, boredom and only one cute bloke from London whose not exactly that cute only when he smiled.

Many stops along the way and here's some pictures.
Ps: The smile on my face is commercialised.



Ever wonder why there are so many wires hanging around? It's mapped all over Bangkok and where are those back here?
Pattaya's mostly a dead town till the sun sets.



Looks nice?I tell you I had bad memories there. I was chased by a dog!! Good thing that it's mouth was binded if not I would be visiting the hospital next. Damn dog, I wasn't even trying to be funny.


I dunno why I took this but I thought it's funny. Thank you for reading..HA.


Anyway that's my mum. Totally fagged!And we are only 1/3 to our destination.


That was before that damn dog.


It was a looonnng trip. Here's the beach and the bitch, and the bitach weather. Beautiful sea alright but the all the sea rides busted the whole feel.Not to mention the lack of cuties in speedos.





People usually go there to try this but I didn't.



Oh..this my uncle. He brought us along.



Last but not least...mostly me.
Messy hair, brilliant (forced) smile and burnt arms.





This is the kinda water you wish you soak your tired skin in and revive.
And this is the sand you wish our local beaches have.


I thought I could at least pick some beautiful shells home.

I almost screamed when 'something' crawled out and I flunged it back to the sand.

You cant see them clearly here but it's crabs.


And there's plenty of them..All alive.

Makes you think what happen to those in SG? Dogs ate them??


I did this in an attempt wishing cute blokes would chat a Chinese gal up.
(You know this' a joke.)


If you cant read clearly, it reads "Wish U Were Here".



Just one more picture and I will see you next post.



(I know my pictures are not in equal size but heck..)

Could it be insecurity?

While I am waiting in torment for my pictures (Just from Cybershot) itself to be load, I shall try talking about something else.

I dont know if it has been the same for you.Apparently the Mich that you & I know and the Mich that is with Jason is so different.
I am almost 'handicap' to say when I am with him. Totally reliant,dependent,physically and mentally klutzy and almost or really just like a 5 year old girl with him.
I talk like one, I behave like one and I think, I think like one.
Queer,isnt it?I find it hard to understand myself.

When I am without him, I function like the usual me. Sometimes can't be bothered with the world yet sometimes so in touch.

I tried to analyse my psychology. Perhaps the one with Jason is how I always wanna be but I lost the chance to. When I found someone that I can finally relied on,I slipped back to the inner self.

So this isn't about what's going on with my mental being.Not trying to bore you with who I am.

Lately I feel a lil' insecure. A 3.5 days trip to Thailand and suddenly Jason seems so far from me.
Tell me that it could lack of TLC but suddenly, I feel he is already stepping to a next phase.
His life,fuller than ever. Other than his new football team and with even more activities, he is also starting to earn every single bit of cent that he could, just to get ready for the workforce.

I mean...I should be proud and supportive of that.I am.I am trying to be.
But I also dunno why..one part of me feels the pinch. I dunno what I am scare of or maybe I just dont wanna explain that.
Getting through each phase is hard or maybe only the beginning is.

I start wondering why do I behave like a kid when I am with him? Do I wanna get his attention? One part of me is too scare that he would soon get sick of that...one day.

I dont wanna be lonely.And when I am so, I can still live on and let the world think I am fucking ok. It is just that struggle that's excruciating.

Sometimes I wish happiness can be a state we can solidify and let it remains.

I guess it's time to wake up.

Not made for Thailand

I was under the impression that I would live like a queen, eat like a queen, shop like a queen and behave like a queen if I go to Thailand.
But I was no where near feeling like a royal blood and return homeland really shagged.(and with burnt arms.)

Pictures shall be upload when I have the ample time on Sunday. Just some snapshots here and there featuring real life in BBK.(Can anyone tell me what does one of the B stands for?Pardonne moi ignorance)

People told me that food is cheap, accessories is cheap & nice and most things ARE cheap. When I experienced it myself, I find nothing's that cheap and those cheap one are worthless and really, not nice items.
Worse is the food. I have zero appetite over there and did you see how food are handled there. I think food there are reuseable! Simply with any unfinished food, they sell it again.Not to mention with the glamourous flies dancing around.
I shop by spontaneity. Nothing fancys me,I buy nothing.Period.

Perhaps I was with the wrong group (But heck that cos' I am thankful to have my uncle & mum with me) and stayed in the wrong area.
Chinatown was where I was, budget hotel was where I stayed. Eerie,dim lighted corners make me shook with imagination of the bad kind.

Shall further narrate the story when I have the brain. It all fizzled off in Thai.

Would I go to BBK again?My honest opinion is heck no! (Unless I have to or Thailand snows)

On the other hand, my dear friend Irene had hella good time at Spain.
Watching Beckham in Real Marid Stadium? Get real! Jason would go crazy at any matches watch in REAL stadiums.(Especially the one that featured that cannon)
Sick of pastas & pizzas, alright.I would rather get stuffed by those than another trip to Thailand.

Maybe months later, I would forget and would try my luck one more time. But for now, I say 'Long live Thai King' but I stick to my so called democratic PAP for a while.

I am turning to a lazy,superlazy and nothing to blog, blogger.
See u when I'm back.
Hopefully a safe and fruitful trip.

Thai Trip?

Honestly am not that overly excited for my first trip to Thai.
AllI want to do there is shop and do those things at a steal which is triple or more the rate done here.
Heard so much dos and don'ts from my colleagues since the very beginning.
Where to shop, what must eat,what musnt do,what should be careful, what must try, what must buy etc. And Jason is ssooooo worried about me being ku ku over there.-_-

I only pray for safety and no strange encounters of any kinds.

Would love to do so but again it's like only Wednesday now...ZzZ

Outta Reach - Bad Hair Monday!

Monday is the least favor day among the seven for most people and some Mondays, I hate!
Extremely warm weather, later than usual to work ( I hate it when I am running a lil' behind though I will hardly be caught late) and the worst of all- Bad hair day!

The bottom of my hair are all fraying out and it appeared that the only solution is to iron them flat. (or crop them off)
My stylist said that I should blow them. Like I have the luxury every morning?
Sigh...Why dont we all be born to have hair like Jules'?

I always wonder what I could have done to stay happy?
Everyone would have a definition of happy and I know simplicity of life is mine.
But again it really depends on where you live right?

This is honestly an undesirable island,in terms of how the way it is governed now. I am not talking about politics but I meant the culture here is unbearable.

Being in the 20 something is an age you stared in horrid at those 10 something.
Some kids these days just dont know who the hell they are to us. It is generally difficult to think that we were once 10 something too cos' we ain't like them when we were their age, are we?

But again anywhere is the same.

Create your own culture if it doesnt works for you.

Sometimes Life takes alot of courage.

1,168 Posts, last published on Feb 2, 2007

Was stated when I,for the first time in many months, logged on to Blogger.
It is definitely longer than what is just one month plus ago when I REALLY blogged here and people probably forgotten about my Silent Sanctuary.(Not that I announced it to the world anyway)

It's definitely getting a lil' foreign to try to rant a decent piece and where the hell should I begin from?

Sunday's the best time to blog and so I try to start:

2007 seems to be a good year for my friends.

-Irene married.
-Vonx got a good job.
-Yinz got a new job.
-SW got a girlfriend.

And to some others who were close and dear.

-Shuyi got a bb boy and I supposed it's due soon.
-Jen getting married or already so?

And of cos' alot I didn't know which probably won't matter if they aren't anywhere near my path. =/

Funny how each year passes faster as you age. Is that gotta do with age or mentality?
Cos' we are so busy in the trillion lil' acts in life that we find it hard to slow down and really when it slowed down, you start to panick and get uneasy,then frustrated.

Of cos' I blamed the society. Haa.

Anyway I'm leaving to Thailand next Sunday and be back on the following Wednesday.
NEVER in my whole life and I step in the land of Smiles. Laugh as you like but I ain't denying like it's anything worth to be laugh at.
Have you been to Hainan island???No,no,no?! It's a good small island and I had been there. xp

Yesterday Jason & I went to catch "Pursuit of Happyness" @ GV Grand.

(Our first time catching a movie there and if it wasnt for the boring shopping centre it is(and then which shopping centre in SG is interesting?) , GV Grand's capacity is nowhere lesser than the one at Vivo(which has awful seats!) )

But I digress first...



These are taken at G.W.C's cold storage. One of those better ones in our local stores.
Don't you love the colours? I think it makes people happy.

Back to 'Pursuit of Happyness'.

It wasnt a bad movie but Jason and I had opposing view of the definition of story.(haha..we argued it out at Tanglin Mall's foodcourt after dinner)

Putting the touchy-ness and acting aside, I felt that the whole story(apart from the ending) doesn't fit to the theme of HappYness.

It's more like the Pursuit of survival or Battle against adversity.

The whole story is about how the super bad luck ( I feel) Will Smith fighted very hard against the adversity of life and is always fighting trying to provide and protect his family.

Dued fines, jobless,unable to sell his 'time machine',broke,wife gave up on him,and eventually bankrupt.

The touching part is how he tried so hard to contain his sanity from all these setbacks, all for his son.
The part whereby he had to sleep in the public's toilet with his son and teared was so sad.

It's rewarding when he eventually managed to sell all his 'time machines' and finally got a job outta so many trainees and how he survived against all odds.

BUT my question is how is the word 'happYness' defined in the whole journey? Was happyness about him securing the job eventually and finally being able to smile cos' he got the money?

Jason & I argued so long for this point and we turned the table around when he said the movie didnt ended the way he thought it would be better.

He thought that it should at least show Will Smith sitting in a office and not ended when he finally just got the job and walked home with his son.

I like the ending cos' to me the happiness that Will Smith was fighting for in the movie was all for his son. And when he finally passed the test and was offered the job, he know his son will not have to suffer with him anymore and that is happiness for him. (and not sitting in the office and see his hard work finally paying off.)

Anyhow I think it's a worthy catch if you are seeking for some inspirations in life but honestly I prefered my Tuesdays with Morrie.
Will Smith has a cute son though.

Oh!By now you would have heard about Mcdonald's new breakfast meal.The Bagel something with the Cappucino.
I saw it before it was advertised. The bagel was good alright but one question, is that fattening?

And ces't ze Cappucino.

Nothing but foam.

Back dating..

On the second day of CNY,Jason & I went to Sentosa to see all the flowers..

So many photos,took hella long time for me to do so.

Till the next round.