买东西吃东西买东西吃东西..................

Totally shag out.

Day 1 - with only 2 hours of sleep (I wonder if it's jetstar's ploy to keep switching off and turning on the inflight lights), joined the rest at中環. Ended up at 銅鑼灣 (got krispy kreme!!!). amazed that I can stay up and still humourful by midnight..slept at 2am.

Day 2 - woke up super hungry despite the filling 羊肉火鍋 last night...but only managed to go out to lunch after waiting for eveerryyyboodyy to get ready to move out. But super good dim sum! Ventured to Macau, only to find throngs of people with the same intention =.=" Still, Macau is nice :D. Finished the day with 女人街. slept at 1am.

Day 3 - breakfast was yummy 茶餐廳 (and 波蘿包!!). and shopping..met the rest at the Peak and dinner at 鏞計. And mj in the room..heh~ slept at 3am.

Day 4 - last bit of shoopping. till the very last bit, washed up and went to catch the airport express. Super boring flight (just cos I finished my book..mistake..should hv brought the other book). Touched down only past midnight.

Day 5 - sleep. lunch. sleep. dinner. attempt to pack. download photos(thought I didn't take enough photos but how the hell did I end up with 157 shots? Photos are going onto picasaweb..too many to blog). pack stuff that people as me to buy.

I dread going to work..and I miss the food from HK already..sigh..

Out of SG Message

I will be not be in SG from 25 Jul 08 to 28 Jul 08.

While I am in in the supposedly shopping and food haven of Hong Kong, I will be having fun shopping/ eating/ bitching/probably worrying abt how am I going to cart my stuff back single handedly on the last day.

In the meantime, please do not try to contact me cos I will not pick up international phone calls and incur $$$ which can be spent better while I am there. For any matters which is not urgent, there is the Facebook and other internet peripherals that you can leave a message.I will (try to) return your message when I return.
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As you can see, I desparately need the break from work. And again, I am struggling between decision to sleep for miserly 2 hours or dong until I go airport..deja vu

Stuck in 21 Jul

I saw the infamous ticket on the window windscreen.

$30. For rule 3(1) ..hmm what is rule 3(1)..（flip to the back of the ticket).. never display valid parking coupon.....

What??! so unlucky meh..after putting all the way from 6.30pm to cover up to 9.30pm and "poh" the auntie dont come during that last 30 mins..

Ticket is issued at 8.08pm leh!!!! what?? Auntie blind ah? Carpark not $0.50 per half hour after 6 meh?

(walk over to the nearest signpost to check..had to walk super close cos never wear specs)

$0.50 after 6 mah! Wah lau eh..what's wrong with the parking attendants nowadays..I want to compraaiiin!!!Got number to URA? (check..) hmm..maybe they not open after office hour..I definitely going call tmr..

But how to prove leh...ok..take photograph and go bang some table tomorrow..must take close up shot for the $1 parking ticket starting from 7.30pm..what she mean by invalid??

(snap..)

Oh..the number 21 was torned off on the date portion.. and today is wednesday cos I just came out from wed's class......

this week 星期几好像跟日期后面的号码一样hor...

Ff%$^^&%%#$%^&*%%$$##

I had been too absorbed into preparing the document from Monday's meeting for the whole of today.

RROOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!

Cycling at ECP

Was jio-ed to cycle at East Coast Park today. It had been like ten thousand years since I rode a bicycle and more so at ECP (the last I remember was prob in sec school..god..that was long time ago). Other than one who has her own bikes, the rest of us weekend warriors went to rent. Which was good enough for me.





We started at East Coast Hawker Center and rode eastwards. It was great after you get past the crowd at ECP - families, couples, tourists, groups of youngsters, roller-bladers, joggers, walkers, strollers.. I think everybody wants to go to a green spot during the weekend to get away from it all.





The sight was amazing. People sailing, wind surfing, and I saw a couple of guys doing para surfing. hmm..didn't know the sport has already landed in SG. And the smell! BBQ!!! From the moment I stepped out of my car I can smell the wings, sotongs, prawns...Yum...





But the best part was when we hit the area after SAFRA resort. The park was quiet from there onwards. And it was from there onwards that my blood pressure starts to drop a little (from looking out for potential victims for me to knock into), and was more leisurely to look at the sky, sea and trees.








(I have yet to learn the one-handed camera holding technique. So not many photos.)

















The track turned into Changi Coastal Road, where we turned back cos the youngest of our pack (she's only 9 years old!) started proclaiming that she was hungry..which was a good idea cos if not I would be the hungry one soon (I was eyeing the packet of potato chips that was on the display shelf at the bicycle kiosk when I rented the bike :p)!





It's great to be out near nature. More photos to embellish this entry after I charge my cam batt..

Write a letter to Singapore

There are a couple of other blogs which I read - friends' blogs (to check out how they are - I've been checking one particular one quite frequently cos she has been updating quite frequently on the progress of her recovery - yes it's you Ms doughnut!), political ones(to stay in touch with different viewpoints), gossipy ones(to stay tuned to the grapevine), bitchy ones (ditto)..

There is this particular one which I try to read quite often, as I like the way he reminisce his life and the things happening around him. Minute observations, 每一天小小的感动, celebrating his haves and and sharing his thoughts on the have nots。

Anyway, Lucian Teo started a site (http://stories.sg) to invite netizens to share their own stories on various issues, to share their personal feelings and thoughts. The inaugural topic was timely, as it came just before a significant day. It was to write Singapore a letter - if Singapore was a real person, what would you say to her?

It has been quite interesting to see what some people has posted so far. It then dawned upon me, that like treating your parent, it's a love/hate relationship with the place I have called home for the past 30 years. You love her for the comfort, memories, familiarity, efficiency. Yet, you wish that she would stop restricting you to do the things you like, manipulate your decisions by whimsical incentives or threats, or make life more difficult as it is with all the mechanical rules. You just wish for her to be different or like some other parent who are nicer/more exciting/more interesting/more humane.

We are so used to grousing, but would we trade to make somewhere else our home? A lot of us would if we have the chance I know, but a lot would not have wanted to give up citizenship cos it seems a fail-safe option to know that there is a reliable government, which is not as volatile as some of those elsewhere, and also somewhere you know is secure enough to live through your later years. But yet, we know that the system is not perfect (and perhaps suffocating to some)and we wonder if there are better choices or decisions which could have been made.

Do you ever feel patriotic when you hear the "Majulah Singapura"? I know I didn't when I had to sing everytime during morning assembly or during inspection parades. But I did when I first heard it on the pitch in an overseas tourney. It defined you..while in a foreign land. The part of the identity nailed in when you are facing the flag pole when the red-and-white-one crescent-five stars flag rises amongst the other flags of foreign land.

Go on..try writing Singapore a letter and see where it leads you - the love or hate path. As you can see, it got me thinking quite a bit :))

分岔路。抉择。残缺。回家。

Turned down two invitations to go 蜻蜓飞, one to hang out at Holland V, and another one to gatecrash a birthday party at Bar None.

Today totally feel like going home. Near my bed and books. With the hope to crash early (hmm..what's the likelihood that i'll go sleep early).

Maybe I should hv hung out at HV. That would at least take some of the feelings of edgy feelings away.

Nevermind. I'll just continue to read Asimov, and hoping that Ian Rankin will turn up again after it mysteriously disappeared.

做有的，做没的

Some people just do the all unnecessary stuff ，in the process, irritate the hell out of you.

All I can say is..

"Si beh geh yan"

And then clap when the circus act is finished. And wonder how he/she cant be more subtle..tsk. So distasteful.

Snippets

Now

ok..I am seriousy quite %$^()^Y&% with the speed at uploading photos on blogger.com.. been trying to blog about the Bbq last sat at sox's place but the uploading always got stuck at a certain photo..donno why. I also cant find the book that I was reading yesterday. Somehow it had mysteriously walked out on me I think.

%$#%!!!

Today

The guy had decided to claim insurance. I am glad that most of my friends agreed that he is an a** and an i****. It shows that at least I'm mixing with the like-minded people who dont fuss the small stuff instead of exclaiming "that's what insurnace is for".

Fine. I believe in karma.

Last Week

Like what I said before- Sometimes you thought you had forgotten some stuff, some feeling, until when you turn round the corner (literally) and bump into a ghost from the past. You experience the surge of feelings and wonder why since it had been so long. Beneath the calm surface, you act nonchalant, and walk away acting like it was another chance encounter. And For most of the days after that the notions of moving on keep popping up again and again. But then again...what's holding you back..

Damn.

BBQ @ Club 4 Paws

Was supposed to be a lazy sat.Was nuaing at home before heading to BBQ at Sox's new playground- club4paws @ 7pm with the hockey team. thought I had another 10 mins before 6pm when I would start getting ready (which involves getting of the bed to start with) and prob arrive fashionably late (I'm well trained after so many hockey gatherings)..when at 5.55pm...

*phone rings*

"Hello, sox here hor..are you still in Jurong? Oh..at home huh? Can you help go to IMM Giant and help me buy a BBQ pit? I'm at Sheng Siong now..they don't sell here leh"

??!!!??!!?! IMM on weekends is a madhouse..but well..no BBQ pit=no BBQ gathering.

So it was rushing to throw on something and rush out of the house. The madhouse assumption was well proven. But anyway...

By 7.35pm..I reached the doggie club.

Sox started this joint with another friend. They got great services and both are great dog lovers!

Well, the invite didn't state to come accessorised, but anyway Xiu brought 2 cute (and uber hyper!!) jack russells Kiwi and Ricky.

And since it is a club for species with paws, there were a few of themn around. This was the Alaskan monster..er..husky (he's really quite big sized).

Another doggie.

The clubhouse. There were really a lot of space for doggies to run around! There was a doggie pool just on the left side of the photo where they can go for swims with hosing down afterwards.

And so the BBQ started. @ 8pm I think. (what did I say about hockey gatherings earlier?)

While the BBQ was underway, went to check out the enclosure which kept 2 found doggies. They were apparently found wondering around. The pup was a mongrel, but the alaskan was without chip and hence cant trace owner.

Thought the Alaskan looked damn forlorn. So poor thing. Dont understand how people can buy the dogs and then throw them away (btw Sox was asking if anybody keen to adopt. So if anybody is interested pl let me know!)

But both the pup mongrel and Alaskan were playing. Think they were happy that they have at least found sanctuary.

I realised that I didn't take pix of the food (guat has prepared a lot x3..) cos how to take when your hands were oily from the bbq wings?? heh~ :D

Anyway the ultimate finishing were the durians!!!!! YUMMY!!!!

The host doing the honour of cutting up the fruit.

Anyway the gathering was actually to discuss some stuff on team admin issues..seems like we may be facing a 青黄不接problem with the bulk of us hitting/already hit 30 and above, with not enough feeder players from the U21. Looking back, the main team has been playing together for a good 7-10 years?? I remembered I started since 17 or 18 for the U21 team..

Wah lau...scary...

Photo proof that we were in serious discussion (or were we distracted and bitching abt something else?)

Did I say they were uber hyper? So they were banished to the fences cos they kept jumping up at people when we were discussing the serious topic of $$$$.

But they got hugs afterwards! :))

Next hockey gathering @ HONG KONG!! YAY!

It's not fun to be a statistic on the morning radio

You know, the kind that goes "Jam on the PIE cos of accident in the most right lane. Please avoid the area".

I had the first ever (and it shall be the last!!!) accident on the expressway this morning.

I had been taking the same route to work for a good {[365+ 30 + 9] (days since I had been posted to my current office) - [32x2] (sat and suns) - 15 (estimated no of days on leave)}.

Ok well..it doesn't mean that accidents couldn't happen. All I can say is that it's really quite a sickening feeling when the car in front jammed break, and tried as you might (and you can really feel the ABS going into overdrive gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing..) you know you are going in for a hit.

And it's wasn't even a hard bang. The collision left a bit of white paint and a slight dent (the kind that you can get when hit by car door) on both my front right and the car in front's rear right bumper. Not that bad of a damage, now I'm just worried that the driver will change his whole bumper with the reinforcement-affected theory. Damn....

But it's just bad that it happened. My colleauge claimed that my car had its annoynamous cameo on radio causing all that jam (on the PIE, not CTE. Totally not related - cos I know there were a lot of people braying for blood for that big jar-of-a-jam on CTE this morning). But I was done in 5 mins, exchanging particulars and photograph taking. So I don't think it's me -.-"

Sianz..

Godfather - the Trilogy

I had some sort of a movie marathon - in a sense that I was rushing to finish a total of 545 mins worth of movie with whatever snatches of time I had got before I had to returned the rented discs by Wed (in fact, I just finished the last bit in half an hour ago).

It started with lunch at JP, then was in the shop looking for "Flags of Our Fathers" which was always a show I wanted to see after "Letters from Iwo Jima". But the shop dont have..was about to leave the shop when I saw these :

Well..they have always said Godfather was one of the best films made around. And I totally agree with that after watching them!

I mean other than watching Al Pacino and Robert De Niro as young and innocent lads? And Diane Keaton as a sweet young thing?! That itself is quite amazing as it is :p

And Al Pacino was really quite smashing at that age too..muahahah~

What I didn't know Part I and II pre-dated me - Part I was shown in 1972 and II in 1974 (Part III was showin in 1990). But the story-telling of both Part I and Part II simply transcends beyond time. And so was the cinematography. The love, hate, fear, betrayal, the classic performances by the actors..Of course, the contradicting thing is that you feel sorry for the protaganist, that he was forced into his predicaments..but they are the mafia nonetheless?! Still people who uses various tools to garner their power, with no regards to laws.

My favourite has to be part II, when the fate of father and son are juxtapose beside each other depicting the different era of the Corleone family - 创业的辛劳，和守业的辛酸。Pure storytelling bliss.

Anyway the show made bowler hats look cool and Sicily a definite place to on my dream destination. In the meantime, I wil have to contend myself with this :/

Dress-sense crisis

Incident Date: Today afternoon
Location: TCC City Link Mall
Ocassion: Coffee with friend

yakyakyakyakyakyak....

"Er. ..sorry.."

I looked up, thinking it was the server. And I saw this sporty looking boy standing on my right.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry..but can I have your number?"

!!?!??!!

"Er..I think I'm much older than you."

"Er..but is it ok if I have your number?"

"I seriously think that....how old are you?

His eyeballs swung left.."20?"

?>#$%!

"I'm really way older than you.."

"But is it ok if I get your number?" His Motorola pink razor was pushed a wee bit forward

Shit...I was really quite reluctant but I admire his guts. Either that he really cant get the hints.

I just hope he dont get too traumatised if he ever know the truth. Right now, I would think ignorance is bliss for him. Sorry kiddo..I have no heart to break the truth to you that I am a good decade older.


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AAR - how not to be mistaken as a teenage booper
Location - PIE on the way home

Was it the way I dress?! Ok..I was in shorts and wearing a tee from Pull and Bear whose target consumers are like girls in pinafores and more likely to idolise Lindsay Lohan than fantasie themselves to have Madonna's body at 40s. But their tees are nice!! And I even threw in a shrug which I thought would have given a bit of mumsy factor

And I still cant help but walk in whenever I see Roxy and Billabong stuff in a shop.

My getup during the weekend, if I can help it, is still t-shirt, shorts/short skirt and slippers. This has been the sort of getup since I can remember since school days. I still cant bring myself to naturally wear a sundress during weekend, unless there are some special reason or suddenly I super hiao for-god-knows-what (no, I dont dress up when I go on dates. I always believe to be comfortable in whatever I appear in. Dont want any more awkwardness as it is).

God...this was just a topic I was sharing with a girl-friend a few weeks back. Somehow we were talking about the fact that we still have a natural tendency to dress like how we would when we are still in early twenties...she held a thoughtful silence, and then said that "But so long as we are happy can already lah."

Yeah...but I don't want to end up unintentionally dressing like a teenage-booper-wannabe and kena sniggered at when I am out =.="

Maybe if I start dressing my age I can start attracting the right people instead. But then again..I was eyeing that Billabong dress I saw earlier...................but then again how would a 30 year old dress??!

Anyway as a pat-on-the-back that at least I am not mistaken to be an auntie, , gave myself a treat with two masks tonight :))

Inks!!

I went to catch Wanted over the weekend. The main draw was of course Morgan Freeman and Angelina Jolie.

As for the show...erm..hmm..well..all I can say that there were a lot of "huhs" floating out of my head from the 2nd half of the show onwards.

But what I really enjoyed from the show was how Angelina kick ass!!! If I ever want to be a female action hero, I want to be Angelina Jolie :p (ok..I'm pass the age to fantasizing. If I ever kick ass it will be...hmm..high-beaming-and-taligating-that-slow- driver-going-at-60kph-in-busy-morning-traffic maybe..)

I'll like to do that sometimes..to moronic drivers who refuse to signal before cutting in front of you abruptly.

My favourite scene was when she walked out of the hot tub with her back view

She had that extra tattoo inked in..cos her original back look like this

I wonder if I will ever be able to carry the tattoo so elegantly..it comes from being an UN ambassador maybe.

I am still thinking about phoenix - still cant decide where to place it. It prob will take an inspirational impulse to run to the shop and get it done once and for all, like how it happened the first time.

Thoughts on Moving On

Sometimes I wonder..

why is it so difficult to let go of painful memories? Is it the fear that once you let go, you forget the lessons? By telling the other person that he is being let off too lightly - that your painful heartaches are reminders to him that what he did was wrong?

if desire blinds what you really want..how do you know what you really want? By gut feels? But aren't those your desires?

no matter that years had passed. Does pain really go away? How do you know it had..when everytime you thought it was gone, but it comes hitting you right in the face when you turned round the corner of the block.

how do you forgive? It's definitely not a matter of mental congnizance, or a verbal utterance. Not even when you tell yourself that you must, in order to move on. How do you forgive, when the other party didn't even ask for it?

and why is it that the sense of pervasive paralysing fear, when the word "forgive" came into the picture? Felt the same way on the high log reaching out to the flying trapeze bar. You leap out and reach for the bar - losing firm footing, not knowing whether you will ever reach safety on the other side. Is it the fear that once you let go, you forget the lessons?

I wonder...

I wonder...

I wonder...