suntec city

To date, I've been to Suntec at least 4 times in the past week or so. Today marked yet another trip down to the not-so-little mall.

I've been feeling a little pissish the whole day. The whole day felt rather annoying and I just wanted to sleep but I had to drag my butt down to Carrefour in the late evening to run a couple of errands. It didn't help that I washed my hair just before that and I think the freaking shampoo kinda gave an attitude boost to my hair and it decided to be a rebel for the day. Macam nak shave ajer...Leciak betul...

Didn't manage to get one of the items on the list and unlike yesterday, folks I tried to smile to just turned away today. Hmmm...next time, I'm reserving my smiles for nice old ladies in the mornings. Hmmph. It's just a friggin' smile. You just need to nod if you think that the process of tugging the corners of your mouth upwards is simply too much of a hassle. :OP

But, in line with my 3 things that make me happy habit, here goes -

1. I found the dress thing that my friend wanted! Been trying to get it for the past few days (dari Orchard ke Choa Chu Kang) and then, good ol' Suntec's the one that has it. So, that was good. Hope she likes it.

2. Just when my pissisim was hitting an unnatural high, I heard Rhythm of the Falling Rain, this not very happy but sound happy song from the 60s or so which kinda lightened my heart and made me smile. My dad used to play that song (along with many others) all the time and I would sing along so yeah...that was nice.

3. I saw the DHL balloon. Don't ask me why that makes me happy. It just does. :OP

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Oh, and one other thing...decided against flowers for tomorrow...:OP

under the sea

Hehehe...I don't know if I've mentioned this but I finally got my hands on a copy of the 2-Disc Platinum Edition DVD of The Little Mermaid!!! And I'm pleased as punch about it. Erm, it kinda made me reflect back on this.

Thank goodness I got it myself. I don't think I want to marry someone just yet.

Plus, my matchmaking skills are atrocious. (I'm Miss Emma Woodhouse plus self-awareness...Must be all those reflection crap I had to do...)

flashback

Allo...

Today's interesting. Little bozoic kiddos didn't turn up which kinda pissed me off but I half expected it so...whatever.

However, I finished my packing....so voila, my table's all cleaned up. I'd take snapshots of "cleansed" table...For now, I got the before shots ....

On the other hand, I'd do that tomorrow...malas lah want to upload...

Went to watch a performance of sorts. Not too bad though the "heart beat" could have been steadier... Met a few folks from way back in secondary...gosh...that was quite a flashback...

Come to think about it, today kinda felt like a flashback...

- The packing is reminiscient of my time trying to get rid of my clutter at the end of every secondary year (some folks might mistake me for being a karung guni's daughter and I don't blame them.)

- The performance brought me back to my crazy band years. The crazy, stressful yet strangely euphoric feeling of being part of "the band".

- The folks I met: From that senior of yesteryear to my ex-classmates... Gosh...time really flew by...

Well, interesting day.

***

Oh, and another thing...I'm trying to start a habit of thinking about 3 things that make me happy at the end of each day...So let's start now:

1. I gave and received smiles from total strangers and that felt kinda nice.

2. I made one of the kiddos happy by simply turning up and in return, I felt happy.

3. I confirmed a "date" for Thursday and I'm truly looking forward to it. Should I get flowers? Hmmm....

***

Toodles.

crushed

It's been about 4 years since I realized that I got myself a crush on him. It's sooooo stooopid.

***

This is the problem with hols. You kinda have too much time on your hands and your brain starts to think about stoooopid things. I really need to get it out of my system. I hate crushes. It's not a comfortable feeling.

***

I never really had r/s problems because I never got myself involved in any. My kiddos (and some friends) think I'm kidding but seriously, never happened. I'm kinda glad about it though so erm, no worries there but there's this bit that no one can really run away from and that's the whole thing known as developing feelings. Simply put - crushes. Crushes are kinda borne out of emotions which means that you don't quite have control over them. I mean, you can always choose to pursue something but you don't quite choose the people you have feelings for. You know what I mean? You just do and most times, it doesn't quite make sense? So well, yeah...I've had crushes and I never enjoyed them. It's just an icky feeling.

Let's just reminisce for a while -

Hmmm...to make things less complex, all celebrities, cute strange boys you don't really know etc will not be discussed here.

Ok...let me see now...when I was in Sec One, there used to be this kid who would give his little sis a ride on his bike every morning and I always thought that it was hyper-sweet of him. Hence, somewhere along the way, I found myself looking forward to seeing him on that bike of his and hmmm, guess that was a crush of sorts. I know his name but I never spoke to the guy. But that's just me...Anyway, it kinda flew by...the crush I mean. Oh yeah, he was kinda cute in his own way. And WAS, is a key word to use in this case. (Hmmm...did I like coz he was cute or was he cute because I liked him? Hmmm....)

Somewhere along the way, got the more nonsense ones (meaning, random cute guys here and there) till Kaarat. Kaarat was the guy I knew during the PAE period (the "trial" period at a pre-uni institution). He was incredibly nice, kinda shy and had a certain resoluteness that I respected. One of the more painful things that occurred during the time was knowing he liked someone else and being the pal that I was (macam real), I helped him. Not that it worked coz the girl was so not interested but still, it hurt. I never told him coz I didn't want it to hurt the friendship and you know, it was a really good thing I didn't coz he changed as time went on and the Kaarat I knew kinda got lost. I still miss my PAE Kaarat but I guess people's gotta change eh?

Kaarat thing wasn't too bad lah...got over it pretty quickly since Kaarat became a jerk quite speedily soooo...that brings us to Teddie. I don't think I can forget how assholic I was to Teddie. He was in a couple of my classes and during the "introduction" thing that the tutor was facilitating, I remember asking Teddie which school he had previously gone to and went on to proclaim loudly, clearly and condescendingly that all guys from his school were top-of-the-line jerks. He was taken aback lah and erm, I had to eat my words because he turned out to be a real sweetheart. A doofus but a sweetheart of a doofus.

Now, the crush on Teddie wasn't one of those lup-at-first-sight (DUH). In fact, I had to befriend him mainly coz another pal had a crush on him. With rolling eyes, I promised to do so since I shared several classes with him. Anyhow, throughout the two years, he kinda got hooked up with some girl so my friend got broken hearted but funnily enough, we remained friends. It was after school was over that I realized that I liked the guy. We did go out a couple of times but I never told him how I felt. I couldn't lah. So, he went off to study overseas. We still kept in contact and in a way, we still do but honestly, I came to see that perhaps, as I grew up, I became more certain about what it is that I wish for in a guy and as sweetheart-ish as he was, he's not for me. So yeah...

And that brings us to Exhaust Pipe or EP for short. It has been 4 years already. Honestly, EP isn't cute. He's got a sense of humour that only he understands and appreciates. He's kinda rude and can potentially be such a friggin' jerk when he speaks before he thinks (which is almost all the time). He's not a SNAG (far, faaaarrrr from it). There's really not much to recommend him except that he's got a very kind heart and he would truly go out of his way for a friend. That is something I've witnessed on countless occasions and that kinda drew me to him. But the thing about him that made me develop such icky feelings would probably because we're alike in many ways. Not in terms of interests or whatever but rather in the way we choose to mask our feelings behind indifference in my case or rudeness in his. The thing is, we click which isn't really easy to find coz most times, I'm not particularly comfortable with guys coz hmmm...I don't know...I'm just not. He's the exception.

Crap lah...I really need to get over it. I'm sick and tired of feeling how I feel.

Aarggh...it's okay...it's alright...it will pass. Gosh, EP, please, go get married or something...that would definitely help.

Heck.

I'm waayyy too old to entertain crushes.

I'd rather be crushed than to continue feeling a sense of hope which is undoubtedly, futile. Just crush me and get on with it.

sleep debt

Ni sesungguhnya random.

I've been sleeping almost the whole day away. Penat semacam and heehhe...padan muka.

You see, you know the Princess Hours craze that's been hitting folks all round? Okok, some folks anyway...well, I wanted to know what the huge deal is so I decided to watch it. And me, being me, refuse to watch episode by episode...Macam boring gitu...so, I decided to watch them all at one sitting (with the help of fast forward button).

Now the FF button's pretty nifty but even so, I still wound up staying up all night through...(about 8.30 pm Saturday night all the way to 11.30 am Sunday morning) and erm...given that Sunday was PGL nite and so I had to meet pal at Suntec by 5.30, I could only afford to sleep till about 3 pm since baju belum gosok etc etc. (I hate ironing)

Sooooo....today's the balas balik day. Something known as sleep debt and boy, was I paying back. As I'm typing this, I'm yawning away...gatalkan...padan muka lu....

On another note, I've mastered a couple of other songs! Okok...so mastered's not the word to use...I can play lah...hehehhe...I'm just happie dappie whoopie doopie glad.

Now, I've got to start psyching myself up to be all adult coz tomorrow's another work day and I gotta be all grown up. Bleargh.

On another note, next week's Bali week...next week's Bali week...next week's Bali week... come on, folks, sing along with me...next week's Bali week....okok..dah malas nak type.

YAY!!!

PGL

Hey hey...I just got back from the Esplanade - Theatres By The Bay. It was my PGL night! And it was not disappointing.

Honestly, I had prepared myself to keep an open mind regarding the musical. I mean, think about it, first of all, the storyline's a little bit warped. Secondly, it compromises everything that Hang Tuah is supposed to represent (read = super duper blind loyalty). Thirdly, friggin Hang Tuah's a white dude who can't speak the language. And the list goes on. Furthermore, the movie version was a little on the s-l-o-w side with loads of cinematic rubbish and the like (eh, I did like it lah...) and the ending for the movie's a little on the bittersweet side which might not go down so well as a musical.

So there I was, all prepared for the worst and honestly lah, my worries were not exactly baseless but since I managed to convince Ms Cynic to stay away for tonight, it was all in all, extremely entertaining. For the three hours I was there, I just immersed myself in the magic that is theatre and enjoyed it for what it was - an exuberant and lively show with a couple of surprises thrown in. It was really nice to see that PGL didn't take itself too seriously this time round as it did in the film. I especially enjoyed the little Barry Manilow-like routine of Sultan Mahmud. It smacks of his overconfidence, overbearing-ness and frivolity, even if it was done at the expense of the charisma that is expected of a sacred ruler or raja berdaulat. It was just fun.

Besides the Sultan, AC Mizal definitely stood out in his portrayal of the Adipati and he deserved the loud cheers he received at the end of the night.

As for vocalists, most did pretty okay though the standout female performer for me was Bayan. She had this beautiful voice that was so rich and soothing. Most of the time, I kinda wished she had sung the Gusti's bits as well. Hehehe...no offense but Tiara's got some way to go. She wasn't bad but Bayan was indeed very good.

And seriously, what is PGL without the leads - Gusti and Tuah? Well, white dude's not too bad lah...his opening lines were pretty well articulated with the right pronounciation and all. He did have several lapses but considering that the guy doesn't even speak the language, he did a great job. Furthermore, he was real easy on the eyes though I think what really struck me about him were his dance moves and that deep, well-trained Broadway voice of his. Which brings us to Tiara. She's not a singer but it was quite evident that she had been training very hard because she sounded pretty decent for someone who probably never really sung live much prior to the musical. But her dance moves and presence were undeniably felt. I doubt another Gusti could have been good enough. But then again, who knows?

Besides the actors, the props and music were amazing. Honestly, everything was pretty good so I'm just going to limit myself to the props because that bit caught my attention the most. Somehow, the people behind the musical managed to capture the essence of different areas with clever use of these tall grand-canyon like structures, cloth and light. It was simply beautiful.

If PGL ever comes back to Singapore or even stages another one in KL, I would definitely watch it again (providing that the KL one coincides with holidays.) Well, great effort so huge bouquets all around for the people behind PGL.

I had a great night.

See ya!

emma-fied

I've been on an emma-streak lately.

I'm currently reading Emma. It has been so for a couple of weeks now coz it's serving as my "travel" book since it's so cute and small. See....



I've also been watching these -



Hehehe...I tend to do that. I go through phases. I think once I'm through with emma, I'd probably re-read the other austen works. I already had my Pride and Prejudice fix (read the book, watched Colin Firth's P&P, Rai's Bride&P and Knightley's P&P in a day.) So erm, might need to revisit my Mansfield Park next. Guess, collectively, this would be my Austen phase which is part of my classics phase.

Hmmm...I'm just waiting for Harry Potter so that my whole fantasy phase can kick in. So erm, yeah.

For now, I will continue with my reading.

kiter testing eh...

First of all, let's meet my mascot - Slang which is angmohfied for Selenge.

Ello Slang!


Ok, ni close-up shot...ALLOOOO....

Now, he's my friend. He's seen me at my wackiest because he sits on my table at work. Or at least, he used to.

So erm, elloooooo. again.

the real deal

I am an educator. Let's not pretend otherwise.

Now in this little world I'm slowly adjusting to, things aren't really what they seem. Perhaps, I was the one with the rose-tinted glasses but let's just say that things are getting a lot clearer, even if they aren't exactly prettier.

During the first couple of years or so, I had big dreams and even grander notions of what it would mean to join the profession. At that time, many were joining it so as to escape the economic slump in the private sector but that was never my intent.

I am, by and large, a lazy person. I kinda like to go with the flow and the teaching track seem to suit that kinda flow I wanted. Secondly, I know for a fact that a desk-bound job was never something for me. Teaching again, seem to fulfill my, erm, "social" needs or so I thought (then). Thirdly, this might be hard to believe but I honestly felt that I could potentially help someone. Part of me have and will always fear screwing up kids' lives but another part honestly feels that I might be useful. Furthermore, I harboured this dream of someday setting up some school or something and devote my life to more something more than just a corporate job. I wanted to change lives and I wanted to do good. I just wanted to help.

Honestly, in spite of the fact that most believe that teachers are in it for the "stability" or "money", it's not quite accurate. Some use the argument that once the economy picked up, teachers leave the service for the pte sector thus proving that the teaching profession seemed like a last-resort. I'm not naive enough to say that this is an outright fallacy but honestly, most do have that little grain of belief that they could indeed make a difference. In fact, the reason most leave is because they realized that making a difference is not that vital after all. Unless, it can be spelt out clearly and can be measured either qualitatively or quantitatively. It seems that your distinction as an educator rests upon your ability to make your contributions known and validated. My question is, how do you measure dedication? Through the time you stay in school? How do you measure success? By the number of students who do well? And then, how do you measure concern? By the number of problem kids you counsel? How do you measure dedication? What about love? How would you measure that? By the number of thank you cards you get on teachers' day? How do you measure emotions and feelings and the depth of a bond between a teacher and his/her students? How can you measure it?

After more than two years, you kinda get wiser.

Personally, this year has made a cynic out of me. I don't know about other places but this is just stupid.

Henceforth, I'm seeking my own validation. In fact, I think I've found it. I love my kids and I know that they kinda love me. And that is something no one can ever take away from me and it is an achievement I can humbly call my own. Thank you, kiddos. Without you, the job is meaningless.

***

Anyhow, kiddos came over to my place and yeah, I hope they had a good time. I honestly wish them the very best in all they do and I hope they remember, not the lessons in class, but the experiences they've had which would serve them well in future.

***

On another note, since I have a digicam, I'm going to be snapping shots here and there and I will try to post them up. Erm, I was kinda inspired by this photographer and his telling stories through photography thing...I'd try that out and erm, just try lah...

muka ada stamp

Now....

How in the world do I get myself into these things? Muka aku ni dah kena "stamped" ke?

Kalah Drew Barrymore dalam cerita Never Been Kissed. At least her stamp was washable. Mine seem tattooed.

Crap.

revamp

this is in need of a revamp.

i am in need of a revamp.

hmmm...

snapshots of the day

Allo, allo...

This is one of my more mundane crap entry thing. Which is like most of my entries...whatever.

Well, had a chinese wedding lunch to attend today. Obviously, it was an expensive affair. Phreak, he must have spent a bomb. But then again, most weddings are like that, aren't they? (Is it even necessary? Sigh...) But, it was indeed very nicely done and he obviously put a lot of thought into the whole planning of the event which I think is commendable and much appreciated by one and all. At least, I did. Plus, I met my buddy from my prev. workplace! She looked great and sheesh, I miss her humour so much. Funny, funny girl.

Amazingly, the whole thing ended pretty promptly and we got to scoot off by 3.30. That was when we took a walk down the riverside towards almost every female's utopia - shopping malls. Managed to get a wedding gift (bankrupt aku bulan ni dibuatnya...) for yet another colleague. He's a real nice guy so it seemed rather assholic not to get him something. So anyway, in between the browsing and shopping, we figured that there's something real wrong at work and yet, the main folks don't even seem to see it. It's incredulous how easily some folks are taken in by showiness and obviously, spirit dampening. Hence, I quite honestly don't care about what my performance grade's going to be. It's just crap lah. It's like, the more you show the better you do and I just don't buy that. I think it's utter bull and whatever lah. Talking or writing about it just gets to me and it isn't healthy. I'm just concerned about next year. The people who are able to see through such acts and have the decency to look beyond the superficial are leaving and...what's going to happen then? Whatever lah...I'm just going to do a bimbo act lah and look forward to the superficial such as - vivocity's going to make a great place for doing work coz it has such a cozy ambience and a perfect view...yeah, that's me...I need to be comfortable and relaxed...It helps the brain ease up and think better.

Sometimes, I wonder if I'm truly in the right job. I mean, I don't regret taking this up. I've made great friends and created fond memories and to a certain extent, I might have been of some use to some folks but increasingly, I've felt a certain "disconnection" from my job. I used to be excited about new things and was incredibly open to changes etc but of late, I just don't quite give a damn. Everything's turning out to be a charade and I'm just bloody sick of it. I want to help. I just want to help. I don't freaking need the recognition but I cannot accept having arses being held up as shining beacons of light when ....aarrghh...this is just annoying. Eff it lah, crap, it's not worth it.

I have also started to rethink my "dream" of long ago. I'm a dreamer lah so got many dreams but reality's so far away...Well, I used to envision setting up a school of sorts but I guess that was borne out of an idealism that was not rooted in reality. I know nuts about management and frankly, I will never be happy managing something like that even though the idea's all well and good so erm, scrape that. My other dream's more realistic (not much more lah) but it's something I would probably enjoy above all else...I used to dream that I could set up a gift-shop of sorts cum bookstore...Though the focus would be on the gift aspect. It's not really a gift store in a sense where people can come in and get something and be done with it but rather, it's a service that's being offered. My dream was to help people get the "perfect" gift. As in, instead of just selling a gift off the shelf, my job is to spend time with each client and gather information about the person that the client's getting a gift for and thus work on getting a "perfect" gift complete with the packaging etc for that person. It's like concierge but specific to gift-giving. My main point is, I love gifts that have been well-thought out and somehow, in today's world, people get too busy so erm my service can help? Then again, that'd just make folks even more complacent and thoughtless and erm, that's no good either eh? Fine, guess I got to scrape that too?

Aiyah...for now, I'm just going to brave through whatever comes my way. Whatever it is, each experience is a learning point in itself so I'd just take it like going for classes or taking up a course or something.

Ok, besides the whole crappadoodle nonsense, back to my day....

My colleague left a little earlier leaving me to wander on my own. Now, this is a very dangerous thing to do. My NETS is not safe when I'm alone. And true enough, it wasn't. I was walking along in Suntec City when I realized eh, got this IT annex thing of sorts so erm, I decided to venture in. So exciting one...Anyway, found myself in a store and erm, that's where I found myself speaking to the sales dude and the next thing I knew, I was keying in my PIN and voila, a new digicam found me! I managed to find me some exc-, I mean, reasons for my momentary (sorta) lapse. But you know what? I like the thing. It's cute. Anyway, I didn't realize it was so late that by the time I got it, I kinda had to rush home and that's when I noticed calamity's house of mouse. Oh well, didn't really manage to stop by but the doggie reminds me of my colleague's pet and it looked cute.

So there. Now, I'm just a little zoinked out with a new digicam.

Now, have I mentioned that I hate being in photographs? And that part of me believes that memories mean more than photos but oh well, that's just one part of me. So, erm, we shall see which part of me prevails in time...

See ya!

Psyched Up

So, I haven't been updating much. Oops.

Anyway, here's the lowdown -

The week's been nothing short of great.

Let's start with Sunday (12 Nov) - Fren got married. Huge sigh of relief there. Had a jalan raya of sorts with buddies. It had FUN stamped all over.

Monday was the normal, everyday kinda day which made it a real nice day. Oh yeah, dropped by borders and got loads of books so yeah, it was ggreattt.

Tuesday was the work till quite late day but given the short stopover at Popular bookstore, it was nice.

Wednesday was spec-snapping day at Vivocity. Hehee...I tried to fix my specs but wound up snapping it into two. Found myself practically blind for the next half hour and frankly, being short sighted and trying to read directories, signs and faces in a place that's kinda foreign to you isn't the best of ideas. But anyway, managed to find myself a specko shop, got lenses and a new pair that'd be ready in 10 days or so. So anyhow, once we got that cleared up, I found myself walking aimlessly in between catching a movie and just kinda appreciating the new mall. It kinda grows on you.

Thursday was go chop hair then meet buddies for dinner last minute day and that definitely worked out fine.

Friday was clean up office, the kornerians' pizza-ice-cream end-of-official-work-year celebration and a last minute decision to troop down to vivocity again - this time with a colleague. She found it as pleasant an experience and we discovered several nooks and crannies to just chill AND a new bookstore - Page One.

Which brings us to Saturday i.e. today. I can feel that it's going to be a great day with my idiotifically insane buddies coming over at about 4 for a slack-session masquerading as a hari-raya outing. So yeah...I'm all psyched up. I feel blessed to have been able to enjoy this week. Alhamdulillah.

Hehehe...BYE! I hope your week was great too!

relief part II

Finally! I have time for ME!!!

Well, the previous week's been quite crazy. I've had to deal with a camp, a course, a dept dinner, major national exams, revision lessons while completing about 12-13 trays of bridal gifts on top of which I had a fever on two out of those seven nights...And it has all come to today...

I'm glad it's over. I'm glad it went well. I'm just glad.

However, I'm more than glad with my house-visiting thing...Gosh, I miss my friends terribly...All the other folks you get to know after teenhood are just different, you know? These folks...this bunch of crazy, burping-farting competitorish friends I've known for at least 10 years...they make me feel like me all over again...and I missed them so much...So, it was great to get to see them especially after such a hectic week. I had come close to just losing my cool so many times this week that I think it was a godsend to have gone to the far east and just do the lepak-thing...

PLUS, besides the Bali trip, we've managed to sorta confirm a very short but potentially very crazy weekend getaway to KL. I hope it works out. It's funny...we've been friends for so long but we've never had a trip together...Ok, the school-organized educational trips of eons ago DO NOT count.

For now, I'm just relieved and happy.

:O)

(PS. That should clear up any potential misunderstanding regarding my previous post...)

relief

i did it. :O)

pening lalat

Felt ultra crappy today when I got back. Super duper high fever after a day at "camp".

But, I feel a little better now save the little sore throat.

On another note, "camp" had its moments...

Plus, I'm now ready to brave the night and complete the whole decor thing.

I CAN do it.

I WILL do it.

I BETTER do it.

Bye!

ponder

Ni eh...pikir pikir balik...nak letak addy journal lama ke tak nak ah? aku pon tak tahu...macam nak jadi ada jugak, apa orang kata...itu "flow"..."evolution"...then again, kalau dah link link...might as well aku tak tukar blog seh...kan ke perkara bodoh? apa yang aku merepek ni pon aku tak tahu...tengah meraban lah ni...

merepek meraban, taik itik dalam jamban...

riiigghhhttt.....

sebenarnya, actually ah...aku ni ada online journal dah lebih dari lima...belambak...takde kerja lain lah katakan...tapi, ntah kenapa, susah sangat nak simpan...mungkin benar jugak kawan kawan aku katakan aku ni jenis "fickle-minded". memang pon...fickle rabak siak...senang sangat berubah fikiran...it's not a strength, i know that...but it's so much a part of me that almost everyone who's close enough to me would use "fickle" to describe me should they need to come up with a single adjective for me. perhaps, that would explain why i don't have just one hobby...i have numerous. within a day, i can do, or rather, i need to do several different things so that i don't get bored...i'm just a friggin kid lah...

ok, back to the online journals...as mentioned, i have more than 5.

i actually started a long time ago...when the whole concept of online blogging was rather obscure. i came across a teenage girl's blog and i was impressed by her maturity, written work and the like such that i was inspired to start an online journal. my very first entry was dated 19 September 2001. 8 days after September 11th. perhaps, i was also compelled to write following the circumstances at that time. it was, in a strange way, inspiring. 2001. i was such a kid. full of idealism. romanticism. and every other nonsensism that existed. reading my entries all over again, i kinda cringed (still cringing). i was a student - care-free and holding the world in the palm of my hand or so it felt...it was wonderful reliving those pasts even though erm, i should have exercised greater restraint in some of the things i said...

soon after, i became a diaryland-er. and i loved it. in fact, i have about 3 diaryland blogs. one was replaced by the another while the third was a locked one that dealt primarily with my heart-related woes or any other issue that was just way too personal to share, even to an anonymous online community.

i did experiment with blogspot. i had one with just one entry. i had intended it to be a more "intellectual" one but erm...that didn't work. i had a couple of others that were work-related, actually, make that 3 and counting which brings us to YOU. you are my latest friend. i do intend to keep you but if i don't, don't take it personally. it's not you, it's me.

hmmm, and i think that along the way, i did create multiply accts, friendster blog and whatever else but oh well...

now, this kinda confirms the notion that i am indeed frivolous and inconsistent but know this...no matter how many journals i have, no matter what or how i write...one thing has remained my primary aim - anonymity to be preserved. i do not write for others to get to know me. i write for me. to ease the stress and fears of the day. to share my work(if any) and my experiences. to simply write for the sake of it. hence, anonymity works fine and i have held true to that concept as long as possible hence, it would be inprobable for me to ever post personal pictures. not going to happen.

tell you the truth. sometimes, i do wish i wd just put up coz it's kinda fun when people know you and you know people because you kinda make friends but eh, i don't need journalling. my friggin job allows me to do that and hey, i get paid for it! so hmm...bottomline is, i like my anonymity. hence, supposing you think u know me, i wd appreciate it if you would drop me a pte message (dunno how) or let things be rather than announce my name to one and all in my blog. i just want the anonymity.

i need it.

thank you for reading.

mundane matters

Hello all.

Had a relatively nice day. Forgot my phone. (typical) Amazingly, I was NOT late for work in spite of tranisland's "fantastic" services. Realized I got many, many decor crappadoodles to do...la dee dee da...oh well...

Anyway, got some pretty beads to fiddle with. Hmmm...honestly, the last time I did beadwork, I was in secondary school (that's high school to some) and erm, I remember pricking my fingers and no, I never swooned and fell into a deep 100 year slumber to be awoken by a handsome prince in the midst of a jungle-like, fit-for-Tarzan castle...okok...I digressed, didn't I?

My point is, I got my weekend all planned out...

To do (or not to do) List
WANT to do
1. Read "Emma". I've been on an Austen roll....
2. Watch "Emma" and compare it to the book.
3. Watch "The Lake House" for Keanu Reeves (and to a smaller extent, Sandra B.)
4. Watch "Legend" (NOT because of Tom C.)
5. Watch Kabhie Alvida Naa Kehna just because.
6. Play guitar.
7. Laze.
8. Re-arrange flowers.
me thinks that me having a very pompuanish weekend...hmmm...

HAVE to do
1. Prepare tray thing.
2. Prepare chocolate gift.
3. Prepare work review stuff.
4. Prepare notes.
5. Play guitar (or else...)
6. Have consultations.
7. Have meeting.
8. Receive guests.
9. Eat. Sleep. Drink.

Hmmm...looks like a busy, busy weekend...DIE!!!

Now, I'm pretty certain I forgot something. Something important...What could it be? Hmmm....

Toodles!

mid-week smilies

Hey hey...Just a little funny video for one and all...At least, it put a smile on my face...