Realization

I didn't know coffee with an empty stomach gets me cold feet.

I had a coffee with this guy. Not a friend. Honestly, he's a jerk. A leopard never changes it spots. I met him more than a year ago. I was then very fun-loving and could withstand any idiosyncrasy. Seriously, I'm a changed person now, I can't tolerate it anymore. I kicked him out of my life but he kept coming back. His existence is a pest.

He's a british, and the kind of man, when you asked for a milk latte, he gave you a black coffee. Say one thing, do another. He has an incurable egoism, and overly boastful. Every minute was getting hard, our conversation was like a red ant crawling up my feet. I wanted to give it a tight slap. He talked about cock, I mean, serious, COCK. I kept laughing, making a joke out of every cock he bragged about. Idiot. Never has someone been so annoying, I was trying to irritate the hell outta him. I didn't want to say "fuck you" to him, because in all honesty I will die rather than doing that.

I was clear of my intention before the coffee appointment - to piss him off. I never wanted a friend like that, someone who assumes every woman is his sex toy. Such men are not worth living, if only I have supernatural power, they will all be my little toy soldiers.

Make him disappear. Amen.

I've very little patience when it comes to inefficiency.

I hate to call them moronic because in fact they aren't, just plain clumsy. I'm supposed to collect my new (contact) lens after the coffee. Supposedly, they are to change only 2 boxes of my lens to the correct ones. They insisted to keep all 4 and return me altogether when they have done the exchange. Instead, they told me they made a stupid big mistake - changing all the 4 boxes. I'm not at all angry at their mistake (people do make mistakes), just riled I've made a wasted trip, and waste another few days waiting.

Damned tuesday.

100th blog entry

It is the 100th.

Unfortunately I've not come up with anything, brain is shutting off early these days. My energy level remains high, sex drive never fails, creative juice forever in making; its only that my brain cells deplete faster than its production.

1. My emotions cell
It has been some time back since I dated a man seriously. Falling in love <3,>

2. My creative cell
I'm always awed by photography. I like to take silly pictures, funny pictures, thought-provoking pictures, provocative pictures & pictures of people (unnoticed, they are what I called 'all naturale')!! My drawings aren't fantastic, occasionally I can do a few cute cartoon/caricatures. I doodle all the time. Circles. Lines. Perspective. Markers. Pen.

3. My materialistic cell
To be honest, I don't own a prada, LV, fendi or even DNKY stuffs. I guess I'm satisfied by simplicity. I believe, if you have simple critieria for a partner, that somehow also shows how materialistic you can be. I hate spending fucking lot of money on clothes and food except for shoes and watches. I <3>

4. My body cell
All I want to say, is I need another fucking long holiday away from Singapore. Away from home. Away from work. Bring me away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5. My own self
I like being myself, being honest, being naughty, being cranky, and making the person besides me happy.

6. My active cell
I feel like learning tennis, do kayaking, read a novel, design another issue of my webpage, do some unusual impulsive shopping, meet up a random stranger - speak - and then leave - never see him again, sit on a grassland - stare at stars, do myself a tarot read, eat a mini tub of cookies & cream ice cream in 1 minute, shoot the same picture 100 times with my digital cam, stretch on my gym ball, shake 1000 times on my hoola, or even travel for another holiday - I miss sitting in a plane having someone to serve me - watch free movies - eat those junk food.

I might just go home and sleep.

Four-eyed mania

I'm wearing my specs today due to personal reason. Convenience reason, going to have my eye check tonight!

My next door "colleague", N, started to wear one recently, and he looks like a teacher. I don't know why suddenly everyone is beginning to like having two extra eyes. My idol, M, is wearing one too. I'm totally taken aback. Its the first time he greeted me since the last meeting.

It was pouring heavily, me and N were walking back to the office after lunch... when someone familiar was drawing nearer. It was misty. The rain. As he walked closer with each step, I could figure him out. MY IDOL. His build, his face, his hair but not his umbrella. We went by, he said, "hi", I smiled. Its the first time ever I seen him wearing specs. And all 3 of us are wearing, its funny!

After he gone past, I couldn't help laughing, I blurted out,"Why is he wearing glasses?"

The phone and I

Hello hello!!

Sometimes I get all nervous answering the phone. Is that a phobia or my nervous wreck?! It might be my brain, restless; and mind wandering in the forest or hanging on the clouds. Or is that caller's voice too sexy. Now I doubt I can be a good secretary, which I thought I have that potential. Ha ha ha.

There is one time, a VIP [Very important person] called. I don't know if he is, he sounded like one. Boss & his secretary wasn't around, I picked it up. I told the VIP, "Our boss went off for the day." Damn, he was out for lunch. Did I not see that??? Or my memory failing??? GOD.

There is this new chief executive in the company but he is never in. There's no seat for him, I suppose he works from home. His calls always come in here, and I can't seem to find a reason to say. Once I took the call and I told the caller, "He wasn't around." That was right. But he's forever not around!!!! Except for a couple of minutes some days maybe.

TODAY
Ring...ringg... This man called. He was looking for this Big Shot whom sits besides me. I don't think I seen him this morning. I told the man, "He's not around anymore." Fuck, that sounds like he's dead. I felt like laughing at myself. Fortunately, I quickly added "For today, I mean" with a giggle. I could almost hear him giggling over the other end too!!! I was still nervous, then my sentences all came out fast [sticking together], "Would you like to leave a message or your number?? Do you want to call back? Shall I get him to call you back?" I only get a sense of relief when I finally hear the "Thank you" before hanging up.

I've got to overcome my panic attack on this, I wasn't like this, must be my head.

Wake me up

The title reminds me of the song -- Bring me to life [Evanescence]

I had a crappy tuesday, must be my PMS [premenstrual syndrome]. It was slow day and I needed a voice to wake me up. I finished off the day at 7pm, went on a search for an alarm clock. It was my dad's job many years ago, but today I've taken over that responsibility. My stupid alarm, I can't blame it really since I let it fell and this time it scattered to pieces. I fixed them back, substituted his old AA battery with another old one. I've this problem of mistreating my alarm, it never gets the best thing -- even a battery. So now it planned his revenge. It woke me up these few days an hour earlier than the preset time. I didn't get fed up but my sister did. It roused the wrong person from sleep. So I made up my mind this one has to go.

I can do a count of the shops selling alarms & watches in my neighbourhood. I walked to the nearest, stood by the shelf displaying all the cranky alarm clocks. Very small one and squarish. Very big one and brightly colored. Medium sized one with dull colors. Rectangular one with conventional design. Most were old and crummy. I hesitated for a moment, walked into the shop, did a quick browse of the ones inside. The keepers were busy with customers, so I ended up playing with the displays outside. Some didn't work anymore. One alarm goes off no louder than a bird's chirp, argghhh. I twiddled with another one, it rang.. oh well, better than the first.

I walked in again, looking into all the glass windows. The assistant, finally unoccupied, came foward. I hate to buy a clock, then again I have to. I reached for a few of their newly arrived, beautiful condition but out of my budget & oversize for a weeny alarm. I couldn't bother to consider, pointed at a conventional one, tested and taken. S$18. Costly. He gave a dollar discount for students, I looked like one, lucky. When I paid him the notes, he went, "Are you singaporean??" I said, "yes." And he went, "You don't look like one."

Man, what has a clock purchase got to do with my nationality eh...

Randomness IV

"Why can't I see..."

My left eye suddenly turned blind on me. The world morphed into a misty fog, all the text and numbers no longer legible to me. I covered my right eye with my finger, kept the left wide open. I done that a couple of times. I had my contact lens intact. Why can't I read!!!! I didn't panic. I tried looking at something green. It didn't improve. It made me mentally tired trying to read with my left eye, everything I could see are images filtered with Gaussian Blur. I reckoned I use photoshop too much, I tend to be chucking all the graphical terms into my writings. I'm fed up with my left eye; I pressed my finger against it, could almost felt the eyeball thumping with my pulse... I want to dig it out, step on it and fit a new one in.

My dear friends, what have you become? It's amazing to watch yourself grow and observe what others become. I've this 5+ years old friendship still going strong, with a few mates. There is this connection between us, always keeping the fire burning. I <3>

TO YOU GALS: Be sticky like paste, no hermit allowed.
p/s: Angie, I've been very critical, sorry. It must have been harsh but I guess you stand well on your own feet.

Affection is no medicine. It is a drug -- addictive and gives you a good feeling. It makes you high, and causes depression or loneliness without it. It wraps you up totally, get you immersed and send your mind craving for more. Once you yearn for it, the monster is after you.

Fucked being efficient

When you work slow, your boss thinks you're being paid for nothing...
When you work fast, your boss thinks you're a superwoman...

My manager came over and asked me about the progress. My schedule is already packed with 5 projects all going at the same time. And one deadline is now delayed for a bit, he expects to squeeze in another project or two and hold off the other one half cooked. He doesn't even know how much me & my colleague [the only programmer] worked like hell to get things done. Damn, I've enough of this fucked up working environment, simply chaotic. Dumbo.

Anyhow, I've much bigger plans than staying on. I shall make another wish come true :)

Randomness III

"I'm not nice all the time, but I can be..."

John left Singapore. I met him at work over a year ago, maybe June 2002. He was very serious -- not someone whom will bounce around the office chatting to gals or colleagues. It was then I met these group of editors in my previous company (well we still work under the same roof)! Four men, totally different from each other.

Damien was probably my first acquaintance among them. He somehow reminds me of Dirk because of their build I guess -- very tall! Soon I had to work with some of these guys and that was how we started talking. Nick has got a scottish accent so strong I couldn't figure for weeks. Now it is okay. Simon, I was told he's the oldest of them all, he looked shy to me -- maybe his face always looks like it's blushing. Surprisingly, John was the guy who started to hang out with me & my mates after I knew him a little better over a couple of boozing sessions. They are all very sweet people, they bought me drinks the day before I set off for my first flight ever -- to London.

We had a farewell booze with John at Crazy elephant on Friday night. I was nicknamed "Kodak girl" because I was getting them in the pictures most of the time. Quite a crowd -- colleagues & friends. John used to lunch with us, now I guess I'll miss him. And my mates, I bet you gals will miss his company too!

My lil sister has so many new ideas or new stuffs to tell me all the time. She's a little light bulb -- always light up even on the brightest day. Little whizz! She was going on and on about sleepwalking yesterday.

"Sis, ya know why people sleepwalk?? That's because when people sleep, their body are in state of paralysis. And if they sleepwalk, that means their body are not paralyzed," she quoted she read it from somewhere. Then she made a mean yet funny remark about my other sister whom frequently speak in her sleep, "Now I know why 'Sis' talked in her sleep, because her mouth wasn't paralysed." We were laughing for a bit... shhhshhhh, better not let her hear it.

Overdose

Panadols are NO NO to me. They are vomit-pills to me. When I was a kid, and that was the last alternative for the closed clinics. I hate that bitter aftertaste lingering on my tongue. They made me puked. Yukkkss!! Since then, I never laid my finger on one no matter how sick I was.

The doctors all wound up for the day, by the time I finished work. Caught "The Bachelor 3" on TV, had dinner and a shower, it didn't make my fucked up nose better. Before I rolled into bed, I had those worst pills, the only difference was this time I had the Xtra strong ones. I took 2. I jumped in bed, covered all over with quilt & pillows. Whatever I could get.

Not forgetting to stick tissues in my nostrils.

I woke up at fucking 430am, my nose dripped like a tap again!! I shot another Xtra strong Panadol. I couldn't sleep in my bed, I was suffering. I slept on the couch for an hour before my dad's alarm went shrieking into my ears. I sneaked back to my room. Fortunately, it lasted me through the rest of the dawn.

I came to work today. No MC. I'm too busy for that, and since my blocked nose is no longer choking me. Yeah yeah, I can't miss out an important drinking session tonight! A british ex-colleague, John, is leaving Singapore for good. Time for a booze, I think I'll just like a red wine :)

The worst thing

I have a terrible nose blockage, after I woke up this morning. It started last night, I got up at 2am feeling great discomfort about my nose.

When I had a fever, I thought that was the worst thing -- lying in bed, headache, too weak to walk.

When I had a cough, I thought that was the worst thing -- can't speak without coughing every few sentences.

When I had a sore throat, I thought that was the worst thing -- there's a bug crawling in my throat, irritating.

When I had a flu, I thought that was the worst thing -- sneeze, sneeze, sneeze.

When I have a blocked nose, I believe this is the worst thing that could ever happen. It drips like a tap, I've to keep sticking nice fitting tissue mould into both my nostrils. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I can't count the many pieces of tissues wasted, and my nose isn't getting better at every minute with the cold weather. My manager has to bear with the awful sight of watching me typing with a nose stucked with papers. Oh, if only he doesn't sit opposite me!!

Open your mouth...

Have you noticed some people's habits of repeating words in their speech?

The other day I attended the press conference, one of the speakers had that habit of ending with an "all rightzzz..." -- I added the "z" for his slang. It was irritating, it wasn't obvious if you were there trying to interpret his message. But it happened always I tend to pay more attention to such minor details.

Earlier on, I had a brief meeting with James about our usual project. He likes to repeat my name at the start or end of every sentence. Or maybe every two sentences that came out of his mouth. He goes ".... trixy" or "trixy ...."

Now I wonder what's mine??

Ich mag Johnny Depp

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL

My rating: * * * *
My comment: I <3 it
Best part: How Jack Sparrow conquered Commodore's ship & the Black Pearl
My inspiration: Elizabeth Swann's boldness
My aspiration: Be dishonest like a good pirate -- Jack Sparrow
My one word on the movie: Charming
My thought on the movie: Didn't the books say pirates are one-eyed??

10 reasons why you should watch it:
1. Johnny Depp
2. Orlando Bloom
3. Keira Knightly
4. Geoffrey Rush
5. The Curse (under the full moon)
6. So much Aztec gold (you will never see in real)
7. Pirate ship with deadly skull sails (you will never see in real)
8. How to escape deserted island in 3 days
9. Rules are guidelines
10. When you come to a dead end, "par lay"

Watch it, be a pirate!

mein Kaleidoscope

"You people always said [[[kaleidoscopes]] are common during childhood..."

I haven't seen one till it caught my attention at a Japan fair. It enthralled me totally. Now I own one :)

p.s: The kind with beads!!

Oz friend

James is HERE. Strange to recall how we befriended, I wasn't interested then to stay in touch. It wasn't anything to do with how he looks. He's pretty okay, considered attractive to japanese gals. And he always never fail to appear with his blond hair all spiky. I still think he is skinny, ha ha.. Eyes too big and wide for his tiny face. Its about communication I guess despite we talked lot of shit online. He came over two years ago for a design conference. It was then he joined me & my mates for the same conference, party together for a night. I saw him a few times when he visited Singapore, I reckoned he has made it his second home. I'm making holiday plans to go brisbane, he has invited me over to stay in his brand new apartment!!

Ok, so he was here on Saturday. Wait... I had volleyball on Saturday, skills deteriorating with the two weeks of slacking. It was still fun; at least we lost some, won some. A whole new bigger gang this time -- Me, angie, joy, benson, marz, ashley, tom, winston, patrick, chris, dude & jacky!!! That's a fucking big group, in a good way I mean. Romantic candles by the beach ha ha. Ummm got bullied by the guys, but I let them did that out of my own will. Probably I'm feeling kinky being thrown into the water, cheez.. how can I say that!? Ignore me, but yeah I was being spontaneous. And it made everyone playful and got into the water. The tide was low, moist slimy sand underneath my feet, big rocks under, it was risky getting a few cuts on my legs. We had such a hard time grabbing Benson (he's the pirate whom always mastermind the kidnap and throw us into the water), I nearly pulled his pants off. Fortunately it didn't come off.

And now, returning to James... We spent a night drinking together, as expected there was no crowd on a Sunday. Superb boring!! We sat at Sound bar till nearly 1am, were among the last few customers. Walked down the whole stretch of clubs, taxis queuing down the isolated lane, I could almost pity their long hours of waiting. We went in another club, there was merely 20 people. And they looked like wandering kids whom didn't want to go home. I drank a B-52, running with white flames. James could talk whole night, I was amazed. I couldn't catch up, nearly dozing off -- must be the volleyball yesterday. Finally, we went back yes yes, I was waiting for that... I had a dip in the bath tube, got to admit it was my first time soaking in a tub. No rubber duckie. In a misty translucent bathroom. I felt so naked in the room, it seemed like there wasn't any wall there. I had my eyes on the tv when he took his shower!! Then the lights wouldn't go off, we had to get someone to come fix it before we could finally slept at 4am. Argh!

We eventually dragged our bum off the bed and headed for lunch at Bugis. I met his ex-gf, Karen. Ummm, I shouldn't comment on other people's gals, right? Anyhow, she looks sweet but not so appealing. :p

Honest, it's the first time I shared bed with a friend of an opposite sex.

Have a break, have a tic tac

I don't like Kit Kat so muchhh.....

I didn't end up buying the yam mooncake, I couldn't find them. ALL SOLD OUT. Just get on my nerves these last minute shoppings, it never went well for something like that. Anyhow I replaced them with 5 mini tubs of Ben & Jerry ice creams, enough for all. Fortunately, they made up for it.

Mid autumn [mooncake festival] this year wasn't as exciting. It could be the lousy weather, the rain that spolit the atmosphere. Or could be myself?! I made a [simple] wish with all the candles I lit up the last mid autumn, it came true. I should be thankful or in a way give myself a kiss because I made the effort. This year, I wish for nothing... I want it to be over with my mind at peace. It felt good and I slept well.

Months of hard work, I pity my eyes for being tortured by these computer screens. Time to give it a break, I had my coming Monday OFF, yippee!!! I want to jump like a kid, thumping the ground with my elephant legs!!! I want a candy. I should buy myself some sweets.

So many plans [or is it "much"?!?!] for the lovely Saturday & Sunday. A booze. The beach. Long-time no-see friend. Volleyball [finally]. My mates. Dancing. A swim. DVDs. Aww, I can't wait. Have a nice weekend too.

Light up a lantern & run like a kid

Sometimes I think my lil sister is cute... she's 17, but she still is.

She texted me, "Hey, i got e lanterns n a box of candles!! Remember to come home early to play!" It's not silly, at least it makes me smile amid doing all my work.

Now, I'm so hungry for some mooncake. Durian one especially. And where's my yam... I think I've to go and buy some!!

Randomness II

"I’m all composed..."

I got home last night, a piece of bad news broke to me. I have expected it. The poor thing was struggling. We wanted it to live, but it had since given up hope about residing in its strictly constrained space. Claustrophobia. I reckon that must be the reason behind its suicidal act. Silly fish.

A mini biodata to commemorate the little fishie:
Nickname: Unknown (Maybe my dad did name him without my acknowledgement)
Species: Flower horn (Luohan in chinese terms)
Color: Silver-gray
Size: Approx. 3” long
Lifespan: Short
Adopted by: Dad
Origin: As a gift (Maybe it came from a BIG drain I heard)
Suicidal strategy: Flipping itself upside-down, laid motionless in water, fins stopped flapping, mouth opened, and attempting to cease its breathing

I finally motivated myself to refresh my german again. Two books lying amidst my pile of collectible junkies for near 2 weeks. I’ve only 7 days left. Kinder Surprise!! If you know these EGG chocolates for kids, but well I ate them too. Kinder is children, ahh. Now I see. Bon Bon is sweets. Little things in life go past unnoticed, even some labels, brands, roadsigns or road names... I always ponder over them, they aren’t silly names; they got here through some means or arrived with a concept behind it.

I’m all and always curious. I love interacting with new stuffs: new people, new ideas & new toys. ;) The old iron in my house met his doom the other night. It fell a metre and landed with a “dannng” on the marble floor. It didn’t dash to pieces and littered the ground. It has got a hole few centimetres from its handle from previous collision. So I figured I should make the opportunity to bring in my new iron which lived in lonesome misery for over 12mths. I won it at a company lucky draw. It was good because I wasn’t full time then, I still got it. My boss liked me I think. TOSHIBA steam iron. All different from the damaged one, I read its manual. I didn’t complain because I miss studying. There, I’m studying a manual. I spent fucking 2hrs playing around with it on Monday night... “experimenting” should be a better word! I tried normal ironing and steam ironing, I like ironing (except for my lazy streak). Heaps and heaps of clothes that waited for it, I can almost hear they clapping with their limbs.

Are you happy? I am, it is mid autumn festival. I can lit my corridors with candles...

The Cricket Player

I'm sure it's him... Though I have never met him, my instinct convinced me.

I sat in the train this morning, I was later than usual... My usual habit of people-watching started, while my mind was hooked on my "A rush of blood to the head" -- Coldplay, currently spinning in my player. I turned my head, my gaze fixed upon this fine young man. He stood tall, 6ft maybe. I could tell straight from first sight, he's from India. Something about him rang the bell in my head. He's dark, hair considered long for a man but neatly combed to the back of his skull. He noticed me I thought. Instantly, I turned away. Something about him is so familiar.

The train stopped at City Hall, people besides me left the seats vacant.

He came forward and took the second one from mine on my right. I saw a mole on his lower cheek, and it just flashed across my head. I couldn't recall his name, I have long deleted his email... I tried so hard cracking my head, it just wouldn't come back. We constantly checked the reflection in the windows till he stood up. We alighted at the same station, we stood on the escalator side by side. I never turned my head. I walked fast and disappeared within his sight.

He's a national cricket player. My best friend introduced him to me [giving him my email] when she met him at a party. She thought he's my kind of man!! We wrote for a bit, he sent me his photo but I did not send him mine. I wasn't interested then since I was in love with someone else. But what has fate been trying to do... you brought him into my sight, right before my eyes!

Randomness I

"Suddenly I felt something within trying to break free, I need a conversation..."

My flip-flop is bugging my sole, horribly clouded with dust. I now suspect the old woman has been sweeping the muddied broom over them, often flinging the poor thong to a tiny corner under my desk! I see her as a tiny timid old granny whom never dare to move my things an inch whilst wiping my desk. Occasionally, she lifts up the piles of paper and gives a quick wipe. She does that without looking at whats she is cleaning. It gives me the feeling she doesn't give a fuck about doing it. Or at least when she is at my table.

I like chilling out at a mate's house. Not striking up an acquaintance with strangers. Isolation from the crowds. Not entertained by silly jokes. Not pressured to speak. I enjoy having a familiar face around, we talk about shit, life, future plans, girls, boys, anything, etc...

I saw Dirk on Sunday. We are friends of 2 years, never felt too close or weird together. And when someone like him opens up to me, I grew fond of it. It's that nice feeling. I then safely conclude I'm an easy person to talk to, he trusts me. That is the kind of friendship that genuinely made me moved. He corrected me whenever I used the word "much" instead of "many". This is the kind of openness I appreciate. It happened to me a couple of times over these twenty-one years, a friend or someone new suddenly eased themselves into my company. It then strikes up a conversation so intelligent or intriguing, and fails to let me go. I'm completely absorbed.

I met Oliver the Thursday night I was out with my gals, The Fabulous Foursome. It was a hide-and-seek conversation over the text messages - somehow silly, but it kept the mystery going. We dined in the same restaurant. He was perhaps too engrossed with his company of gals, or maybe he hasn't got any foresight. He couldn't find me. Hiak hiak. I have an indefinite friendship going on with Oliver. He is funny to talk to - however critical I am. I begin to see myself being harsh to people whom do not meet my expectations. We are never in regular contact. Though if the occasion rises, we just fucking flood each other inbox with all the text messages. Somehow we share a same trait - mischeviousness, maybe that is what that keeps it going.

Its my head or is it me. It came abruptly, I almost felt that I could see it.
Some close friends drifted apart, some strangers accidentally invaded into my life, someone I loved starts erasing the trails he imprinted in my life, some people became instantly annoying, the others effortlessly breezed through...
It left me breathless for a minute, and panting the next few to get enough into my lungs. I don't have big lungs I guess.

Affection, it seeps in. I crave for many little things I never had enough of, always in need of. It fell in place, the next moment it scattered my dream. I live in fear and insecurity that surfaces only the moment before I drifted to dreamland. Yet sometimes I talk to God [I'm not religious], I tell them I hold high hopes. I want things to happen, things I knew that would never. I'm hoping to see miracles in my life, waiting for them to take away the fear. The side of me which I buried deep within with my caustic wit, high level of energy and insatiable curiosity. I'm a person pleaser, I wouldn't please the crowd but I'd make someone happy. Smile is the most infectious virus, I am always hooked on it.

I'm suffocating inside. Completely lost, if you were to hand me a map now, I can't even read the legend. Intelligent conversations never fail to inspire me, but they create new illusions that mess me up; and it par·a·lyzes the brain. They continue to stalk my rational thought, memories are nothing except haunting provoking thoughts. My world exists without a past, only new opportunities for the forthcoming. I'm trying to breathe, to live in the moment. My eyes are closing, I want nothing but to break free...

I'm unusually quiet today, my colleages pointed out.

Join the Triathlon

I attended a press conference this afternoon for the launch of the event and its logo at Pan Pacific Hotel. Never seen something like that, so it was pretty fun. You see the press, media, speakers, invited guests and maybe some important people. Former three-time World Championship cyclist Russell Williams was sitting besides me. Oh wait wait... maybe u'll see me on tv or papers, I saw Channelnewsasia filming... lets squash my fat hope!!

It also officially launched the event website which I've designed. Not completely what I had in mind, but then the client is always right.

If you are an enthusiastic sports athlete, and you can:
1. swim without drowning
2. cycle without colliding
3. run without tripping

Come on and join the Singapore Triathlon 2003 in November! Visit & register at Singapore triathlon.

Boo..o.o.

My idol is off to China, wonder how long he's going to be there? We had a meeting in his office, everyone spoke except me & him. I only nodded my head for consent or I did say a sentence. Other time, I was just staring blankly at all these people... He did the same too. He spoke minimal, letting James took charge. I saw a similiarity between him & James now... having one leg up when they sit. I can't deny I do that sometimes too, and I'm a girl. Enough of our sitting manners or positions!! It was brief. M said,"Bye trixy" to no one else except me. I was thrilled. I said bye too. And I won't see him from tomorrow. How sad... and neither had I for the whole week. This is the first and the last for the week.

9pm late night is back

That's haunting. I hate late nights at work... Even though I like being alone in the office, I adore the silence, own privacy & my own space; I hate working past my usual 630pm. I'd start my weird habits ---> hopping around other desks peeping at photos... kicked the football hard enough nearly making the wall toppled or made the neighbour annoyed... for all I could care... :p I could use the phone & start calling my sweetie... Going to the fridge and steal some candy. Do some wastebin swapping which always interest me... Making a doodle... Scribbling cute guys' name all over my paper... Looking at my calendar and planning my next holiday... ;)

Womad 2003

Saturday, 30th August - The most amazing music festival Selected information below is taken from Womad Singapore.

Some things I <3>Artists ~only applies for my Saturday visit~
(i) La Luna (France/U.K./Italy/India/Hong Kong/Singapore/Spain)
(ii) Patrick Duff & Madosini (U.K./South Africa)
(iii) Los De Abajo (Mexico) (iv) Afro Celts (Senegal/Eire/U.K.)
(v) Shikisha & Tribal Tide Percusiion Band (South Africa/Singapore)

Womad Earth Projects
(i) Human Nature Project Trees transformed into monumental talking heads by night. Huge holograms!!
(ii) Recycled Rangoli Ground art (spectacular visual pattern) created using "plastic spoons, plastic cups, forks, bottle caps etc...

Womad Workshops
(i) Alhambra Mid-East Bellydance...
(ii) Sphinx ME Dance & Arts Middle Eastern Beats...

Miscellaneous
(i) Big Heineken bottle balloon How can a Heineken lover like me not like it!!
(ii) Heineken survival kit A plastic fan, a spongy Big Heineken hat plus a DIY folding chair: enough to keep me alive through the night.
(iii) Dancing in the rain Ever so first time dancing in the rain, but under the umbrella ;)

p.s: People whom missed them out... *boo* it was awesome, come next year.