Things I hate, generally: Part 1

I was, and am still a really fussy kid to bring up. I do pity my parents at times.

To start with, I have this great disdain towards baby corn and green peas in my food. YIKE. But I take sweet corn, as well as green peas in snack form (the Tong Garden type, better known as ‘cheapo beans’ by my fondly missed ex-colleagues). I detest brinjals/eggplants. I don’t drink milk (EEWWW!) so I mainly derive my calcium from Milo, if there’s any to begin with.

I don’t quite enjoy watching horror films, but on the other hand enjoy the whole thrill of it, you know, bury your face in your hands and peek through the gaps in your fingers.

Cockroaches are gross, cockroaches that fly are grosteque, and lizards should be extinct. Beetles and bugs should be fined for their existence too.

I really really do not have a tinge of affection nor love for pets. No dogs, no cats, no hamsters. No rabbits, even the fishes at home are driving me nuts. The only lil’ pet that garnered the reserved bit of my attention is dear Pebble, the much loved pup of Min Poh. Why should I even explain.

So I am telling Ivy Teo officially, keep the stupid hamsters away from me. They are horrible animals who chew their siblings or children’s heads off.

I don’t like confined space and narrow passageways.

Am not a fan of pink and girly stuffs. Excess dosage of pink gives me giddy spells and girly stuffs make my hair stands at times.

On that note, I don’t quite like roses too. They kind of stink and attract flies.

I hate hate hate drinking Chuan Bei Pi Pa Gao and swallowing pills. Hence, I don’t like getting sick. I merely appreciate that extra day off.

I don’t like driving and while I am at this, the driving instructor too. I prefer being chauffered around by the bus driver (now that I don’t have money for cabbng)

I hate that I am constantly self-conscious even though I sometimes don’t give a hoot about others’ opinions.

I hate that I tend to contradict myself. Whatever, I just feel like whining today.

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When it rains, it pours.

Like my wordpress, my life is tipping over. Tipping point, the culmination of a build-up of small changes that effects a big change. Very apt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

STILL. Steadfast, and we shall ride out.

 

 

 

Hopefully.

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Lonesome Valley

Who’s at the rim?

What’s awaiting me?

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.

Of destressing and fun: Part I

I think I’ll like to have a dollar bill like this.

 

This is quite a cool sketch.

 

Damn cool. My polaroids all over the dress of Cate Blanchett, or is she not? Hmmm.

 

I know we are hot, stop staring at the pictures!

 

Me on the car, literally!

 

Part OB making their virgin appearance on vintage Black & White TV!

 

Yoga Love on billboard. MUAK MUAK.

More to come!