May 31, 2006

Classic Oatmeal Cookie, Home-made Barley Drink

I'm eating and drinking. Been ages since I last stayed up till this time on a weekday night. It will happen soon again. I'm diving into the timeless world of gainful unemployment again. How nice.

xxx

It's your turn!

While others' blog is like a personal diary, I find mine more and more like a public notice board. For the attention of those I know who read, and the non-entertaining value of those I don't know who read too.

So, as I chew on my cookie and sip on my barley, this goes out to...

Bblics: hey! You are writing too cheem. Since when have I become shallow? Or is it you've become too complex without my knowing? I love the new label I thought for you - romantic pessimist. Enjoy the new label, darling! Ho!

Kyn Bch: I think what you need is a new dosage of good wit and sarcasm from yours truly-bitchingly. So, 4 days. Set a day for us, won't you? I will do you more good than all your puffing. Oh! I repeat, don't be a skeptic. We love you.

my soon-to-be-x-boss: I don't even know why I spent the last 2 hours doing the stupid Excel analysis thingy for you. Honestly? It makes me feel stupid just doing it. How the hell do you quantify and categorise the qualitative responses from interviews? And, lastly, I think you are so brilliant to cram all the data in the Excel to ONE page so you can print ONE page. I just want to see how you are going to analyse that ONE page with a super-magnifying glass in hand.

Mummy: I love the Strawberry Shortcake placemat you bought and decided to put on the computer table. It just made this little corner of the house more cosy and cutie. Even if my mouse can't slide properly from now on.

The new Mrs Wong: I'm glad to be there today. Even though, ya, bloody damn hot weather. I tell you, it's so difficult to wipe the perspiration at the arm pit in a discreet way!

And her Mr Wong: I see no girls jumping to end their meaningless life on your ROM day. But then again, we couldn't know what happened when we were at the fort. I'm sure tears ran and hearts were broken.

Shameless Honey: No more lunch at NIE with you! I will miss you, like how Bush misses Laden. Aww...

xxx

It's important how you end something.

So, lastly, this is for my Froggi...

I love froggi! *muaks!!!*

I'm sure i'd have problem waking up tomorrow. Ah, well!

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 00:30

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May 26, 2006

Hanging on to your words.

The vain one has this on her blog: i'll make it big and one day i will have my own specialty store, leading my own design, retail and executive team.

The queen has this on her mind: Make sure you employ me then. IF I still want to be an employee.

I don't mind being in the front servicing line or the mgt side. Either way, it takes a queen to bring people down on their knees.

xxx

Cut it short, Bring it down.

I need a hair trim/cut. Preferably a change of hairstyle. Nothing too shocking or drastic. But, a nice subtle change.

I decided I'm not going to perm my tresses for Apple's wedding this Dec. I will just set it in soft, gentle bangs. In that way, I can have a bit more freedom to experiment with my hair meanwhile. Like, have more layers, cut it shorter.

My only gripe about my hair is that when it gets too short, I immediately will have problem buying tickets for a R(A) movie. And no problem looking right at home in some junior college. Urgh!

xxx

Postscript.

FVB, we miss you a lot too. You are apple and my favourite common topic whenever I need to entertain her on MSN (I still think something is wrong with her job scope). Please don't be a skeptic. Believe that, we love you. Yeah?

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 12:40

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May 24, 2006

Tell me earlier.

Yesterday. Braddell MRT station. My eyes, on a skinny girl. My thoughts, what tiny little waist. Beside her, Desmond.

It's spooky but I maintain that whenever I dream of D-guy, I, somehow, will just wait to see how I will bump into him or hear some news about him, or from him.

I saw him, from the car that I was on and told girl. She turned to look but only managed to catch a very short side-glance of him. So, she lamented that I didn't tell her earlier. Just like the first time we bumped into him on the bus.

Well... there's nothing much to catch, darling. He's not hideous or extraordinarily handsome or anything. He's just a figure from my past.

xxx

Who's next?

So, Froggi and me talked about my guy frens. I have quite a handful with whom I get along rather well. Off the top of my head, at least, 5.

Froggi met 2 out of the 5. Knight Eugene and Shameless Snow. Oh, ya. The 2 ends of the spectrum. haha

Froggi lamented that she hasn't met a few that I make effort to 'date out' every once in awhile. So, I asked who she would like to meet.

But, I think the next one ought be Hadrian. 'Cos hey! Sharon and Froggi have met! And according to Hadrian, Sharon said Froggi seemed like an approachable n nice person. Hmm?

So, supper in Jln Kayu? Or maybe we should arrange to meet together. Then, I can get some tips from Sharon about setting up my own business eh? What do you say?

*wink*

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 17:21

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May 22, 2006

Seeping through

I dreamt of Desmond yesterday. It's quite interesting. I dreamt of him, but his personality was of GQ. Now, that must be some kind of bad mix-up, if you happen to also know both of them like I do.

I dreamt of him as just a friend exactly just like how GQ is a friend of mine. THe very acidic and so-you-think-you-are-smart kind. In other words, a PITA. haha...

It was at some hawker centre and there were some tour coaches nearby. I was just getting annoyed by his half-knowing suaning before I woke up to Monday.

Going for an interview in awhile. =)

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 12:15

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May 15, 2006

Virtual Miser

In office, I tune in to Yahoo Music! Launchcast as an alternative to all those horrible interview recordings from an interviewer who speaks shattered English.

I use my Girl's account to log in. So sweet of her to let me know her password to log in, right?

Just 2 minute ago, my music stopped. And this came on...

You have exceeded your usage limit.

For the rest of the month, your service will be reduced:

? No customized radio
? No song skipping
? Low audio quality

But not to worry! You will have access to our full service at the
beginning of next month.

Bah!

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 15:13

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May 10, 2006

Diria

Girl is reporting sick today, cos of diarrhoea. See, I know how to spell that ok! But, I think 'Diria' is a nice n unique name. Except it's gonna sound like diarrhoea.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 08:43

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May 08, 2006

Strings of thoughts

Some songs just bring you back to some time in the past.

Like,

Speed of sound (Coldplay), Just a ride (Jem), That thing you do (The wonders), Superstar, This love... brings me back to the lovely time I've shared with my dearest colleagues and students from PL.

And of cos many other songs that bring me back to different points in history.

But, it's just quite impossible to list them down right now.

It's 9.15am on a Monday. Monday sentimentality. I gonna start work soon.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 09:08

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Where would you like to die?

I was hyperlink-following and I came to the web of Drama Box. A local play and drama production organisationg. There's a play showing. And the tag line is 'Where would you like to die? In someone's embrace.'

Where would I like to die?

Honestly, no idea. I think on my own bed will be a nice place, with my faithful little bolster in my arms. But, I think it will add to the difficulty for my loved ones to get over my passing. I mean, I don't want, after my passing, for those who love me to look at my bed and see my cold, stiff body instead of a really nice bed for what it is.

In dramas, people like to depict beaches as the most romantic place to die. Of course, dramas make sure it's not just the beach. You gotta have the one you love be there, watching sunrise with you. Only that will complete the picture.

The victim in yesterday's CSI episode died in the garage of his girlfriend's house. Definitely not a glamorous place to die. Sometimes, the victims in CSI die in really cool places. Like a party of the rich and famous, or some carnival or (this one the most innovative) while sitting on a bench in the park and some Karate expert just sliced your neck with such a daft stroke that your head just remains in place, unconnected to the rest of your body.

For me, the river, sea, or any water body is the most unacceptable place to die. It won't help even if you throw tonnes of dumplings in to feed the fish so they won't nibble on me. It's not about the fish. I just think it's horrible to die drowned.

It's 9am on a Monday. Monday morbidity. Now, you tell me. Where else will be a nice place to die?

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 08:50

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May 06, 2006

More and more people are getting more and more strange

That's the mantra for today. 'Today', figuratively.

I mean, how important it is that packaging A is different from packaging B if what you bought is really the content of the packaging?

And how about a girlfriend who keeps wanting to go back to the same place in town because last week she bought a really neat top there and hence, is under the illusion now that that is her only shopping haven?

Now, how about a dentist who behaves like a stalker? Or, hmm, the very young cleaner boy who's really over-friendly at office? Btw, he speaks good English and looks like he should still be in secondary school. Azi and I are very, very curious.

xxx

Buy me over to your religion

So, the more job-hunting I do (and i've been doing quite a bit of that this year), the more disillusioned I get.

It's like, everywhere you go, if you still have the kind of lofty aspiration to work for interest AND get decently paid, you just keep getting slammed in the face. The door chime is like, 'wake up your idea!!!'

So, see, if you want to work for something you like and will enjoy, you just have to apologise for the pathetic state of your pocket. The alternative choice, of course, will be to grin stupidly as you work your soul off for something that you feel alienated from. The grin is a direct result of the image of a fat paycheck every month.

Sometimes, i just think 'fuck!' I should have just bloody chose to go Accountancy after my 'A's. Honestly, unless your passion and interest is in banking and finance, or in sucking up to your boss, whatsoever, then you probably can earn a really neat paycheck monthly. Working for the community and social service, education has no correlation to a salary that's acceptable.

And I'm not talking spas and car, I'm just happy to pay off my loan (a direct result of my disillusioning education) and give my parents enough for them to enjoy their retirement and have some basic savings of my own. Is that a lot to ask for?

It's a disillusioning process. Sometimes, I just feel like, everything will be ok so long as I learn from the Jones, and go with the flow. I mean, how many people got lost in this search sooner than me? I'm but one in the majority.

Polling day, Singapore. Sell me your religion.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 14:51

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May 02, 2006

New toy

The department changed some of its desktop computers. Including mine. Now, I'm working with a Dell, looking at a super big monitor, like the Titanic in the face of my miserable little one at home. And it's causing me a headache now. So bloody damn big, wonder how fast the radiation is killing me. tsk...

xxx

Always almost

Last weekend was a long weekend. I worked from home on Friday. So, that sort of made my weekend start that bit earlier. Well, I still did work. But, you know, the whole feeling of working from home is just so much more motivating than to work in this miserable cell in this godforsaken part of Singapore. Opposition-forsaken too, in view of the upcoming election in Little Red Dot.

Friday, Girl (i.e. how my girlfriend is being referred to in this blogspace) and me went to Raffles Place for dinner. 'Cos I wanted to go pop by Tinkerbelle. It's a little shoppe opened in March by Sharon. Sharon, being Hadrian's girlfriend. And if you are reading this, please take a minute to check this out: www.iluvtinkerbelle.com Good stuff for the girls, girl friends, girlfriends, girl colleagues, x girl friend, girl-everything else. It's along the bridge to the Clifford Pier from Change Alley. A little carriage shop, I like to call it. Just opposite Watsons along the bridge. Reasonable price, nice little place.

Ok. 'Nuf of advertising here. heh.

I think she's so brave to start up this shoppe. Entrepreneur-ship is not cheap in Singapore. And Girl and me were really impressed with the commitment and the creativity she and her biz partner have put into it. Neat. Which sort of inspired both of us further in our daydream of opening a little eatery place. But, that will be another dreamy story altogether.

Saturday was just spent idling at Girl's house. Trying to do crunches with my feet clamping her gym ball. Man, tough work. And that reminded me that I've thighs and arms made of rubber that has lost its elasticity. I hate such reminders. But, that's nothing to stop us from a good dinner. With sweet corn and pork ribs soup, a big compromise from steamboat buffet. But, it's nice! Deciding where to eat is just soooo much a chore when you are just recovering from a bad cough and a poor pocket.

We went cycling at ECP on Monday, i.e. Mayday. And then a superbly good lunch at our fav Jap eatery - Ichiban Boshi. Try the Dobinmushi, people. It's served in a little teapot and it's nice!!! If you like mushrooms.

Just something I remember thinking when Girl asked, 4 times, if I like the Dobinmushi - The simplest of pleasure is the most of pleasure in life. And mine is derived from looking at how my girlfriend's eyes lit up when she drinks the soup, little cup by little cup. There's also something lovely about the fact that she repeated the same question 3 times.

Nice.

xxx

How much to buy your vote?

The dividends from the progress package was in earlier than expected. Queues of people at the ATMs, grinning all the way to and from the ATMs. Orchard road was super crowded. The mood was 'Buy! Buy! Buy!', the air was called consumerism. Both Taka and Metro had extended shopping hours. 10pm and 11pm respectively.

How much to buy your vote? Around 600 bucks, I would think. And, that's rightfully our own money to begin with. Where do you think they get national dividends? Once spent, becomes their money again. Tsk, where's the sense in that?

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 12:47

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