I am seriously stoned ! And there is this dinner organised by my company, where the fine print read, "Attendance is compulsory". I just want to go home and sleep early for once this week. But being the scardy cat, fear of authority character that I am "blessed" with, I will attend. Afterall, free food galore ......

What a shite start to this cool, cool morning. First up, I was awoken at 2.30 am (2 bloody A - M !!!) because my mother was super irate wth my sister ! The shite really hit the fan, man. Really, really bad. Went to have a leak and back to bed. Next conscious moment, 6.26 am (f***, I'm Late !!!), rushed through my morning abulations and quickly tried to get a cab to get to the bus pick up point. I had 10 minutes to spare.

Cut to 7.05 am

Still waiting for a bloody taxi to pick me up. Really shite, mans. Then decided to go all the way to work. Went to the ATM to get money and the screen said, "Transaction temporarily out of service". I so, don't f***ing believe this ! The elements are conspiring to make my day a living hell today ! As if that is not enough, I had to wait another 20 *bloody* minutes before I got into a cab. And that's not even the light at the end of the tunnel. Driver was a bit reluctant to go where my work destination is because there was a major accident earlier on, along the route. Flaming, hell ! He was giving me grieve in the cab, saying things like, he was trying to hard to avoid the area. But he picked me, no, I flagged his cab and he was obligated to send me anywhere. Shite ! What am I today ? F***ing bull's eye ? Pick on Helena day ??? Damnation & Hell !!!!

*sheesh*

Human beings ! Can't live without 'em, can't live with 'em.

caffeine poisoning [Ar, qahwah,, coffee; L, potio, drink], a toxic condition caused by the chronic ingestion of excessive amounts of caffeine, which is found in coffee, tea, cola bevarages, and certain stimulant druggs. Symptoms include restlessness, anxiety, general depression, tachycardia, dysrhythmias (premature atrial contractions), tremors, nausea, diuresis, and insomnia. In cases of caffein poisoning, death may result from cardiovascular and respiratory collapse. Also called caffeinism /kafe'(with stroke) nize(upside down)m/, caffeism /kaf'e(with stroke)∙izm/. See also xanthine derivative.

*bounce bounce in*

I am so happeeee ......

I can go higherrrr ......

*bounce bounce out*

I am calm.

I still have rational thoughts.

I am not screaming at the top of my voice whilst running naked down a busy street.

I am calm.

I am calm.

Read this guy's blog. The old musings.

Assignment due date: 30th of this month. Friday.

Number of days left: 4

Number of pages left to do: 6 out of 8

Number of hair strands gone: Millions !!!!

*high-pitched screeching*

The sleeping brute has awakened. Two hours ago in fact. Had the evening meal and watched the evening news. Although catching Simon Baker was deemed the highlight of the evening. More yawning ensued and it's time to have that caffeine shot. Two scoops of Indocafe to go, please. Gene therapy, wait for me !

Lookee .... 'ere ....

New image !

Monkey year, not so good ..... yet ......

I'm having a very difficult time.

Well, it's with regards to me acquiring a "new" desktop. One camp advised me to just go ahead and get a new one, DELL. Another camp suggested I might as well "build" a desktop to my specifications. It's cheaper and well .... cheaper. This camp is divided into two. One side said, I might as well add on from what my current PC has and the other side said, I should go out and get my specs to a professional who can quote me a good price. I am in a dilemma. I can't make up my mind. Can someone please just point me in the "right" direction ?

I'll tell you what I need in my new machine.

1) Pentium higher than my current one (P2, yeah pathetic !)
2) Works fast enough since I am using broadband
3) Does not hang on me every 10 minutes
4) Something with a fairly large disk space
5) Something with a CD rewritable / DVD drive

See.

All I need are just the basic needs. Why is it so difficult for me to come to a decision ? Okay. I'll tell you my budget. Maximum = 2000 Sing buckaroos. If I can get for less, better because my next semester course fee is due Feb 7.

So.


Help !

Thanks to Roz I can have images !!! First stop .... M - E zodiac.

Angelfire had spoken.

They'd disabled my account because I had apparently and unknowingly violated the Terms and Conditions.

Hence, my pictures are not active. So, I will have to remove all the linkages.


On the other hand, I was told that I had received a salary increment and it (salary) will be credited today !

*yay*

Shopping !

M - E, ME !

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I should apologise. My conscience's telling me to just forgive and forget. That these things happen to even the very best of us. Even the tongue gets bitten once in a while (overcame by the late P. Ramlee's song), what more husband and wife (in this context, good friends). My head's telling me all my fears will come true and my heart's demanding to N O T be subjected to this kind of crap anymore. My hormones, well, they are not helping at all. One minute I'm forgivin' and the next I'm bitchin'. Life sure ain't peachy for a schizo.

Thank you guys. For your kind words, affections and empathy. I didn't know I was in the midst of such a wonderful bunch of friends. *sarcasm* *rolls eyes*

I don't know what had overcame me. I was chatting with the rest on MSN earlier and after a few "undesirable" comments I was like, totally turned off. Like *bleargh ....* I feel like taking that uzi and aiming it at my temple. Yeah, I might make a mess, but that would pretty much summed up my existence. I am a mess. I create mess. I hate mess. People always make me feel like a mess. I hate myself for over reacting to every little itty bitty of comments I don't want to hear / see. That isn't me. I don't know who I am anymore. One minute I'm bouncing off the walls from pure joy and the next nanosecond, I'm in the doldrums of the world's miseries.

My problems can't be any bigger than anyone else's. So what makes me so affected ? People at work thinks I'm weird. I think I am too. I can make all those nonsensical comments and empathise at the same time. It's like I have two very different people trying to prove something. On one hand, I can assure people, even to the extent of making them glow. On the other hand, I'm still waiting for someone to make me glow. You know calm my fears, insecurities and insanities. I want to be genuinely happy. Happy to do things willingly. And most of all, to let those "nasty criticisms" roll off my back. I wish I can. I asked for the strength. I asked for the insights. I asked for genuine happiness. I asked the wrong person.

I am acutely aware I'm biased and judgemental. I can hate and love with a passion. I want to go away. Far, far away where nobody knows me. Know my history, friends, family and life. Start on a clean sheet. Share my life with people who can accept me without prejudices. Without preambles.

I hate the point I am at right now. I hate ranting. I love writing. I love life but I don't fear death. I know how I will fare. My path in life has been pre-destined. I took a wrong step somewhere and now I'm lost. I asked for guidance but all I got was the static line. I want out. Pronto.

Alert ...

Just wanted to inform you about the news that in Toa Payoh, Singapore, someone who apparently hates dogs has shot and killed a large number of them over the past weeks.

Police believe that whoever is responsible may travel to other residential areas from time to time to continue his evil deeds.

They do have a possible suspect but he will not confess so as a precaution, a photograph of him have been released to the public (included at the bottom) so dog owners can be careful of this suspected heartless serial killer.


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Love quiz

Quiz taken at the Love Actually website.


The Hopeless Romantic

No matter where the rainbow goes, you'll be chasing it, with flowers, candy, and a song in your heart.


*flutters*

I mean seriously, I am the motherly type, sia. That was not the first test to attest to that fact. Now I just need to find the right people to (s)mother.

"Kids, you want me as your mother ???"

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Different worlds

I like this email for the simple fact of how his side of the story turns out. Read on and find out !

Her Side of the Story :
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He was in an odd mood Saturday night.
We planned to meet at a pub for a drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn't say anything much about it. The conversation was very slow going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk a bit more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny.

I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the hell that meant because you know, he didn't say it back or anything, this is really worrying me.

We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me! So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV, and sat with a distant look in his eyes that seemed to say it's all over between us. Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, he responded to my advances. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore.

I mean, I really think he's seeing someone else and that my life is a disaster.






His Side of the Story:
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Arsenal lost to Man U

Your Heart is Blue


What Color is Your Heart?
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sheesh .... When did I get to be so depressed ?

Which cartoon character are you ?

You are Bugs Bunny

You are fun, friendly, and popular. You are a real crowd pleaser. You have probably been out on the town your share of times, yet you come home with the values that your mother taught you.

Marriage and children are important to you, but only after you have fun. Don't let the people you please influence you to stray.

Another lift story

So my work place has been fitted with a new lift. And still as a school rule, students are not allowed to use the lift from 8 am to 4 pm. This doesn't deter them because most students try to atempt the new lift anyway. Earlier, I was waiting for the lift and it was making its descent gracefully. Reached level 1, the lift door opened a smidgen, then closed again and then on the lift panel, 2 dashes appear, instead of the floor of the where the carriage is at. A second later, the lift emergency button went off. I'm like thinking, "Uh-oh ... Someone's trapped ..." And if I'm not mistaken, there were a bunch of students inside because I heard laughter when the door opened that nanosecond.

So another morning of climbing 4 flights of stairs to reach my lab. *pants*

Hey people.

Dearest friends.

I am on a self imposed hermitism. I have tons of things to do and I keep procrastinating. For instance, instead of trying to complete my review questions, here I am updating my blog for the second time today. Anyone of you kind enough to scare me into doing my coursework ? I would really appreciate the horror stories. Like ...... ummmmm ...... I am still gonna be stuck cleaning test tubes and making copper (II) sulphate solution for the next 10 years of my life if I don't get serious over my assignments. *gasps*

Yeap. I'm scared now. Scared enough to wrap up this post. However, if you guess and feel like you should give it a shot to scare me silly, my screams are still silent. Go ahead. Give me the scare of my life.

I'm out of shape, out of breath.
I had to climb up four storeys of flight.
Thinking the lift had broken down again.
Sad to say, the nice auntie up in the fourth floor said, "Lift is working well !"

Sums up my first 10 minutes into work !

Major blooper.

Main gist. I know a Vani and Elaine knows a Vani. So I thought both Vanis are one and same person. Bottomline, major blooper !

Similarities in the world of football and Lord of The Rings

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Yup, another forwarded email .....

Work smart, rather than work hard. Learn from this story.
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An old man lived in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was really hard work. His only son, who used to help him is in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
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Dear son,

I'm feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato in the garden this year. I am just getting too old to bedigging up garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.

Love,
Dad
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A few days later, he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad,

For heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the BODIES.

Love,
Son
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At 4 a.m. the next morning, F.B.I. agents and local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
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Dear Dad,

Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love,
Son
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The morale of the story is TO WORK SMART NOT HARD. Use your brain; in the perceived impossible sometimes it can make the impossible possible.

Written at the wrapper of a fortune chocolate;

"Friends long absent are coming back to you"

"Don't refuse a proposition you will be made next week"

Yeah, I had two pieces, so what ?

Not another forwarded email ...

Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it...don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.

Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.


Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have a body, and you have body fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.

Q: What are some of the advantages of participating a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good.

Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: You're not listening. Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?

Q: What's the secret to healthy eating?
A: Thicker gravy.


Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.

Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO ...... Cocoa beans ... another vegetable!!! It's the best feel good food around!

Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets. Now go have a cookie...flour is a veggie!

Thought for the Day:
If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.

My monkey

For the record, this is what my monkey looked like.

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Oh, btw, this was taken using Eileen's camera phone (T610).

I am so screwed ! (This comment has everything to do with my part time course, in case you are wondering !)

So anyway, the "Old Trafford" photos came in my mail. And the reason the name is in quotation marks is because someone was too freaking unbothered to pay for the admission tix to see the grounds ! Not even for a good friend pining for some glimpses of OT here in hot, sunny Singapore. That's "buddies" for you.

I will be back later for more of my fruitful, excellent and interesting encounters for the day. Stay tuned.

Back from the wildlife

So we went to the zoo yesterday. My parents, sisters and nieces. It was a blisteringly hot day ! Although there was a short shower around 2-ish in the noon, it didn't diminish the heat. My nieces ended up being temperamental towards the end of the whole trip. Exhausting but a blast ! Took loads of shots. Some turned out well, others were a definite sign of my amateurish photographic passion. So anyway, my cutesy monkey mobile ornament decided to get chummy with his real life primate mates and my favourite blue face towel decided to join the souvenir life (Translation: I lost both items at the zoo). I had a quiet moment for my lost monkey but still, it was fun being out as a whole family. It's been a while since we last did this family thing. Ummm .... wedding receptions don't count.

Next stop, Underwater World.

hunka-hunka, hubba-hubba hotbod

Talking on the mobile with Samuel.

Speak of the devil.

For the better part of yesterday and today I've been lying prostrate on my bed. I wish I could say I was doing the horizontal jig with someone but being me, I have to say, "Ummmm .... not bloody likely !" All I can say is that I'd been getting friendly with a tome on my chest with my face sticking close to the opened pages. I was satisfied until I realised that a better part of the public holiday has been spent lying prostrate, not doing any horizontal jigs. *lol*


Oy Samuel, if you are reading this and had arrived from Manchester, gimme a holler. I wanna know all about Old Trafford. Being me, with no means to actually make my way down (or was it up ?) to "sacred" grounds, I have to live vicariously through someone else's escapades.

I'm watching Indiana Jones: Raiders of The Lost Ark and I'm thinking how gorgeous Harrison Ford is. I guess it's the male, manly, sweaty character he played. And that cowboy hat and whip. *eheh* We can do the horizontal dance anytime, babez.

Oh, I was just telling Fie (she's the one with the longish nick):

black_sherbet@wtf.com says:
i wish josh groban gets really friendly with andrea corr
black_sherbet@wtf.com says:
*sighs*
black_sherbet@wtf.com says:
they do look cute together.
my head hurts like hell somebody put a hockey stick to my head says:
i think shes older than him right
black_sherbet@wtf.com says:
who cares...
my head hurts like hell somebody put a hockey stick to my head says:
thats only cos u like both of them
my head hurts like hell somebody put a hockey stick to my head says:
anyway ones irish
my head hurts like hell somebody put a hockey stick to my head says:
the others american

Cute pairing, eh ?