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The 热带鱼 Theory

眼前一片海洋
渔夫一把捞起来
满满的都是可爱的热带鱼
可是没有一个是 你

Hello 2009: New Year New Resolution

Can I be richer?

And oh, I want to play better in Wii (I refuse to be the weakest link!)

Happy New Year darlings!

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Amended Wishlist

Amended wishlist. Down to just ONE.

I pray.

Please let me tide through this.

当初

如果看得到当初

这个世界就不会有＂后悔＂或＂早知道＂

Reality Bites

Alot of times, interest does not equate to capability.

Just because you have an inner passion, it does not guarantee you a journey with no tumbles and falls.

Likewise, you do not necessarily reap rewards just because you put in effort. That’s definitely a major misconception.

BUT, like in Science class, we learn and ‘drop seeds’ along the way. Somehow or rather, the seeds grow and turn into seedlings with rain and/or shine. It’s a process; in times of drought or flood or lack of care, the little seedling may be bent or swept off its roots but it will still survive, albeit for a short time. Akin to fireworks, its life is shortlived but worth a place in hearts.

The Blatant Wishlist & A Little Introspection

This has by far been a fairly “exciting” birthday. Counted down to B-day at St. Regis, had the company of some of the happiest people around me (but of course, they are attending a wedding!)

Aye, I may not have mentioned this, but yes, I was working till late.

And so, I have turned twenty-o-three in a whoosh. Nothing out of the norm this year, stayed home to rest my poor feet and went out for dinner with The Family in the evening. Ever since my 19th birthday, I have not yet managed to justify the joy of gaining an extra year annually, other than jostling around and meeting up with good friends. And at twenty three, I have finally embarked on the journey of my career building. Yes, it has not been an easy journey, not exactly ardous, but alot to learn

Anyway.

Having stayed at the same place for as long as I can remember, I still love it here and simply abhor the idea of moving elsewhere. So do not give me a new house as a gift, unless you are intending to marry me.

Saying that, it would be nice if you can fedex to me a BF, say someone who will sing songs to me when I can’t sleep (Which rarely happens, but if you sing, you better be Lin-You-Jia-good), or one who has so broad a shoulder(s) I can’t stop marveling or ogling at (Think Elvin Ng/ Nat Ho. Not Hulk Hogan.) or one who will wait for me at the bus stop or void deck when it’s raining and I worked late (Yanling knows what I am talking about),  or one who is as good a man like my dad (Omg. This will be tough.) Or at bare minimum, one who has a ready wad of cash in his wallet. OK give me a wad of cash if the aforementioned are too tough to get hold of.

On a more serious note, I do have a trillion needs and wants, practical and non-practical. The more practical ones would be items like a new mobile phone (Samsung F480, no iPhones or Omnia please. Too big, and so not idiot-friendly), a new functional Laptop (Would be good if it’s Fujitsu or Dell, as most people would recommend), a LV wallet (Am still deciding on the right one), a chic pair of formal pants suit, a good pair of working heels & mary-janes, pretty bag for both work & leisure, a new bottle of all-time fave scent, a presentable pair of geeky glasses, and again, a thick wad of cash (Ask me if you want to find out how thick is thick to me. A safe range would be somewhere above S$5k. Haha.), more personal time, more time for friends, MJ & reading, more books to improve my intellectual, a lanyard for my mobile when I’m running around for shows, a chic chaos-preventing-cum-deadline-meeting Organiser for 2009, ETC ETC.

So many things to buy, but so little time to fulfill my shopping desires. This is when friends come in to help bring to life your wishes. Leave the lanyard and scent alone, I am getting it already.

HAHA.

Pris says I am painfully honest at times. I would not beg to differ much.

Moving on to broad shoulders, I was recently reminded of how much I love broad shoulders. One too many broad shoulders around me. I gawk, I marvel, I ogle. Painfully unabashed at the admission of my admiration, I know. I love broad shoulders.

And looks of professionalism beneath that pair of glasses, I like.

‘High’

High, as in think highly of oneself.

Sometimes, I think I overestimate myeslf. I THINK I am capable, I THINK I have the ability, I THINK I can do whatever I set out to do. That, coincidentally, is called assumption, i.e the mother of all f**ked ups. And therefore, as Sheena aptly puts it, making an ass out of you and me, mainly ME the latter.

High, how high.

Daddy’s best!

These days the events I blogged about are pretty backdated, typed only when I truly have the time or energy to plonk myself in front of my ramshackle Compaq.

Anyway, the other day a colleague commented that underneath my tan, there seems to be more brown than yellow, which prompted her to ask if I have any mixed blood heritage somewhere up in my family tree.

And as how fashionably coincidence works (actually I bugged my parents) I recently found out that indeed, somewhere way up in the ancestry branch we had some javanese blood. After a meagre calcuation, I guesstimated that I possess a possible 3% (OMG. THREE PER CENT! Am I supposed to be in utter shock?) of Javanese blood, amongst other common ancestry roots from Malaysia and China. FWAH.

(Self-mockery, heh.)

Then again, is that really the reason behind my not so fair skin? Trivial food for thought on a friday night. This happens when your boss is invited to a F1 party and there are not enough invitations to bring you along. Hmpf.

Last weekend, there was a major wedding so the entire team was tasked to help out. A few of us helped out for both Saturday and Sunday, which was church blessing/hi-tea and wedding dinner (hotel) respectively. The newlyweds will not be making up for the bulk of this entry even though the bride was SO SO SO PRETTY, truly bringing the word ‘beauty’ to life, even without make-up per se. ANYWAY, there were a lot of standing and walking around for both days; but at the end of the first day my feet were feeling quite alright, and I even met Jim and Ying for dinner. Little did I know Sunday will be hellish for my feet!

Absolutely inhumane feet-torturing heels! Perfect for looking good, but totally inept for shows! Quoting Fen, I’m not quite sure if those feet were mine towards the end of the day. The strain were all at my toes, and it was so bad (I’m not exaggerating) the parts of my feet from my lower ankle to my toe cracks were flushed – I suppose it’s a sign of TOO MUCH blood flow towards the toes for an overly long period my feet not accustomed to (we were standing and moving around for 13hrs straight), at least for me!

Was limping and moaning in pain when I got home (image to maintain in public) and my mum who was awake “thoughtfully” dragged my sleeping dad up at frigging 1am+ because I was fantasizing about soaking my sore feet in a pail of HOT water. During my shower, daddy actually woke up (I am not all that surprised; my dad’s a good man), boiled the kettle of water, waited for it to boil, pour it into the bucket and mixed the temperature perfectly for my sore feet.

And while goner-me was having the absolute shiokness feet therapy, dad prepared a mug of hot Milo for me upon hearing that I have not had food since 2pm. No instant noodles because it was by then close to 2am, and therefore unhealthy. Aww.. how can I not love my dad? How can I not compare my future man to my dad? How can OB tease me when I say I want my future man to be on par, if not as good, as my dad?

Even though my dad is illiterate and probably don’t earn as much money as most people, not to mention don’t know how to save up, does not speak good english, is very dark (from working since the age of 8/10) and not too tall (but a suave young man!), is getting old, losing hair and has a super oily face – he loves the family in his own ways and with everything that he has; everyone who knows him says he is a good worker, good man, good husband, good father, and a good grandfather for the last eight years and counting, which by the way, is more than enough to prove my point. I don’t even have to go into the nitty grittys.

And for that, he is also an airy fairy who gets bullied and/or taken for granted by some people! I do not allow that to happen, just because you are elderly does not give you the right to manipulate or stop me from hitting sense into you. You are not entitled to my dad’s goodness if you don’t deserve it. Just because he does not stand up to you does not mean you can continue to step all over him! One more time, I will go straight to your wife! HMPFFFFFFF.

For the record, and in case you do not know, I am dubbed by UG the GOGM (pronounced gomng) aka Goddess of Good Memory, and therefore whatever you have done I remember, and I will bear them in mind for a long time. Oh, I am an occasional malicious Scorpio as well. Just so you know. Yepp.

Other than that, I am a harmless sheep and I love my family, friends and ipod. And my job! Love love.