its official.
i have become an OL O ah. Proclaimed in the famed Hong Kong way, slang marang. Office Lady ah.
Yup. Rushing to my desk at 9 am. popping vitamin c, berrocca and whatever other kinds of drugs you think are "good" for you but really just get you through the day psychologically, as your ancient laptop chokes to start-up in the morning (cue the windows anthem)
Worrying about secretary spread as you insert potato chip after potato chip (hand carried from Italy but of course, by your devilishly skinny colleague after her insane buying trip last week, oh darling)- but still you shove on because somehow it momentarily takes the strain off the slew of commands your female boss just hurled in your direction, before she marches off to some 4 hour luncheon, which you can but only thank your lucky stars for.
To be continued...
Monday, September 8, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Dear T
I never wanted to make this blog about me. I mean its nice to have some sort of a directional point of view and I always thought on expressing with a more social conscience. However as you are hearing ( or reading, whichever seems to work better for you, if anyone does or will ever read this), tonight it is and shall be about I,I,I.
Me.
I will admit, I have neglected this blog. Just as I seem to "neglect" a lot of things in me life. My buddette says I'm just so easily distracted aka all over the bloody place. I realise i am always 199% in one moment, that everything else may go to waste. But that is me, so god damn bloody focused when it comes to something I want and must have. Infected with daddy-lets-me-have-whatever-i-want syndrome, will someone out there offer up THE CURE?
Yet my heart has been infested with the "we can always make things better, so how shall we?". I always need to make you happy.
hmm a little give and take. Maybe this equation is not so bad after all. Maybe I should just keep wanting to make things good and people happy and hey, no one can fault me. Of course, the logical conclusion for the shameless people pleaser that inhabits my shallow skin. Who am I kidding, I just want you to love me. So afraid of being the passed over, the forgotten and the ditched to the side, hiding in a corner yet begging to be noticed, doesn't matter by who. Perhaps it is more reinforcing when you are picked out of the shadows, really makes you feel like THE ONE
Maybe I miss him and I want him because he gave me that high. He made me feel like THE ONE. Maybe I tell myself I am so in love with him because I am just chasing that adrenalin rush again, that whirling feeling of the world really just revolving around ME. Maybe?
I need a crash course in Vegas 101, because calculating my odds still leaves so many possibilities. I guess for now, at least I know what I want. So maybe it's just about how to go and get it.
Me.
I will admit, I have neglected this blog. Just as I seem to "neglect" a lot of things in me life. My buddette says I'm just so easily distracted aka all over the bloody place. I realise i am always 199% in one moment, that everything else may go to waste. But that is me, so god damn bloody focused when it comes to something I want and must have. Infected with daddy-lets-me-have-whatever-i-want syndrome, will someone out there offer up THE CURE?
Yet my heart has been infested with the "we can always make things better, so how shall we?". I always need to make you happy.
hmm a little give and take. Maybe this equation is not so bad after all. Maybe I should just keep wanting to make things good and people happy and hey, no one can fault me. Of course, the logical conclusion for the shameless people pleaser that inhabits my shallow skin. Who am I kidding, I just want you to love me. So afraid of being the passed over, the forgotten and the ditched to the side, hiding in a corner yet begging to be noticed, doesn't matter by who. Perhaps it is more reinforcing when you are picked out of the shadows, really makes you feel like THE ONE
Maybe I miss him and I want him because he gave me that high. He made me feel like THE ONE. Maybe I tell myself I am so in love with him because I am just chasing that adrenalin rush again, that whirling feeling of the world really just revolving around ME. Maybe?
I need a crash course in Vegas 101, because calculating my odds still leaves so many possibilities. I guess for now, at least I know what I want. So maybe it's just about how to go and get it.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Mr West and Mr Williams
Caution: contains whiny female voice
Double Caution: repeated viewing may cause a warm tingly sensation of excitement to form around the chest area.
Whose Your Daddy?
"Happiness is emotion in which one experiences feelings ranging from contentment and satisfaction to bliss and intense joy. This definition is, however, a synonymous one rather than one based on analytic evaluation, because of the varied and elusive nature of happiness. "
-Mr Wikipedia-
Singapore is on a hunt this month for the 'Happiest Singaporean'.
Top of the list Criteria: Everyday acts of kindness done with a smile must come easily. Not happy one day, down the next.
Quest Organizer: Mr Philip MERRY
Notable 'Happy Recipe' : A poor memory, so you can erase all the unhappy things from your mind.
I never knew it was possible to be HAPPY ALL THE TIME.
Philip was born to be Merry.
And if you ask me, constant re-allocation of daily memories sounds like good old DENIAL and a recipie for disaster.
Of course there is nothing like a little competition to bring out the "Kiasuism" a.k.a. inability- to- lose- out- spirit in all of us. And IF as a result, Singaporeans are challenged to smile more and walk around feeling happier and more kind, then hey, que sara sara.
Someone please refresh my memory- Is the President's Star Charity on in May or something?
To add to the mix, funny thing is when I flipped to the very next page of the Singapore Straits Times, there was an article titled: " Who says money can't buy happiness?"
Apparently, 2 Wharton business school economists contend that the richer a country, the happier its people TEND to be.
Isn't that a fine coincidence?
Fellow Singaporeans, best to chuck the Monday Blues. Work your bum bums off and make your country some dollar dollar bills. Apparently your smile depends on it.
On that note, could the Happiest Person in Singapore possibly THAT MAN, smiling above with a cool 3 million in his pocket every single year?
Oh Daddy, if I should be so lucky.
-Mr Wikipedia-
Singapore is on a hunt this month for the 'Happiest Singaporean'.
Top of the list Criteria: Everyday acts of kindness done with a smile must come easily. Not happy one day, down the next.
Quest Organizer: Mr Philip MERRY
Notable 'Happy Recipe' : A poor memory, so you can erase all the unhappy things from your mind.
I never knew it was possible to be HAPPY ALL THE TIME.
Philip was born to be Merry.
And if you ask me, constant re-allocation of daily memories sounds like good old DENIAL and a recipie for disaster.
Of course there is nothing like a little competition to bring out the "Kiasuism" a.k.a. inability- to- lose- out- spirit in all of us. And IF as a result, Singaporeans are challenged to smile more and walk around feeling happier and more kind, then hey, que sara sara.
Someone please refresh my memory- Is the President's Star Charity on in May or something?
To add to the mix, funny thing is when I flipped to the very next page of the Singapore Straits Times, there was an article titled: " Who says money can't buy happiness?"
Apparently, 2 Wharton business school economists contend that the richer a country, the happier its people TEND to be.
Isn't that a fine coincidence?
Fellow Singaporeans, best to chuck the Monday Blues. Work your bum bums off and make your country some dollar dollar bills. Apparently your smile depends on it.
On that note, could the Happiest Person in Singapore possibly THAT MAN, smiling above with a cool 3 million in his pocket every single year?
Oh Daddy, if I should be so lucky.
Friday, April 4, 2008
"I love GOLD"
My most favourite snack in the whole wide universe are GOLDFISH CRACKERS from Pepperidge Farm.
mmmm. yum.
Cheesy, crunchy, bite-sized, cute fish-shaped little pockets of wholesome goodness. Who could ask for more?
I'm sure we have all read the packaging on our favourite cereal, cookies or chips before. What goes into that instant delight? After you've read it the first time, or the second time, do you remember ever reading it again?
As I was popping some Cheddar (baked with REAL CHEESE har har) goldfish today, I glanced at the back of the bag.
And this is what I found (I know its tiny, just click on it to make it bigger):
I understand that tracing mazes is what 5 year olds indulge in. But the newspaper crossword puzzle fan in me, just could not resist.
Trying to start, made me think back to when I was 5, I used to always start a puzzle from the end and trace backwards.It just seemed easier and more efficient. It gave me a sense of direction.
How would you solve this maze?
Isn't it funny how what you thought at 5 would still seem to make so much sense to you at 25?
Where did I leave my early philosophy? Why do I find myself struggling at the mere beginnings of my ULTIMATE goal, when it is truly the end that matters the most.
So thank you Pepperidge Farm. I think you embody everything a favourite snack should be:
Goals .
Goodness .
Wholesome .
Fun .
A little inspiration for old and young.
Check out their website, http://www.pfgoldfish.com/default.aspx, you can read a comic about Finn the goldfish, and pick an ending for the story. There are 4 choices. A little cheese for the five year old in everyone. :)
mmmm. yum.
Cheesy, crunchy, bite-sized, cute fish-shaped little pockets of wholesome goodness. Who could ask for more?
I'm sure we have all read the packaging on our favourite cereal, cookies or chips before. What goes into that instant delight? After you've read it the first time, or the second time, do you remember ever reading it again?
As I was popping some Cheddar (baked with REAL CHEESE har har) goldfish today, I glanced at the back of the bag.
And this is what I found (I know its tiny, just click on it to make it bigger):
I understand that tracing mazes is what 5 year olds indulge in. But the newspaper crossword puzzle fan in me, just could not resist.
Trying to start, made me think back to when I was 5, I used to always start a puzzle from the end and trace backwards.It just seemed easier and more efficient. It gave me a sense of direction.
How would you solve this maze?
Isn't it funny how what you thought at 5 would still seem to make so much sense to you at 25?
Where did I leave my early philosophy? Why do I find myself struggling at the mere beginnings of my ULTIMATE goal, when it is truly the end that matters the most.
So thank you Pepperidge Farm. I think you embody everything a favourite snack should be:
Goals .
Goodness .
Wholesome .
Fun .
A little inspiration for old and young.
Check out their website, http://www.pfgoldfish.com/default.aspx, you can read a comic about Finn the goldfish, and pick an ending for the story. There are 4 choices. A little cheese for the five year old in everyone. :)
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