24 hours

1. Nails done
2. Outfit collected.
3. Hair up? Hair Down? hmmm….
4. ConB notes all over the place.
5. ConB notes all over my head.
6. Kitty’s cleaned.
7. A farm of butterflies. Checked.
8. Food. Checked.
9. Guest List. (Honestly, i dont know what it is. It seems to be growing at an alarming rate. But hey! There’s Food! :))
10. Changed maroon cloth with gold. Checked.
11. Present. double. triple checked.
12. Cameraman. Ill conduct a harakiri for you if you’re not checked.
13. Girls. Checked.
14. SD card emptied. Checked.
15. Collagen this morning. Checked.
16. Sleepy. Tired. Checked.
17. Eyebags. Super checked.
18. Made S upset. Again. Checked.
19. Practice my facial expressions. Not yet. Will never be checked.
20. Met the Planner. NOT YET. need to breathe first.
21. Overseas guests. Checked.
22. Accessories. CRAP.
23. Time Line. My time management is something never to boast abt.
24. Ready to jump? All the time.

Obligations

“Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain, but you can’t make a rainbow without a little rain.”

Never wait for someone to give your flowers. Plant your own garden.

Why do people feel the need to drag others in the mud when the problem lies with them? It is outrageous. Anger is a completely normal, usually healthy, human emotion. But when it gets out of control and turns destructive, it can lead to problems – problems at work, in your personal relationships and in the overall quality of your life.

3 points for myself end everyone else:

• Stop being so angry with those around you.
• Count your blessings.
• Grow up.

Phin’s

What i discovered this week

Eating eggs

Eating only 9 eggs and cold water in one day makes you sick. Eeck! I don’t know whose grand diet plan this is but it made me pass very very very smelly gas. I didnt fulfill the first day. Cause towards the end, I was literally begging S to feed me vegetables, otah otah and a tiny piece of his chicken thigh. He couldn’t stop laughing cause apparently he finds it amusing. I was at the brink of hysteria. My second day? Not bad. I only had 6 eggs. And nothing else. Well except coffee. The diet guru will be appalled at my lack of discipline. Eeck. Now I am craving for claypot noodle, steak, ben and jerry’s……. popiah…. Sigh.

I think there is an unbalance of fat cells in the world. It needs to be properly spread out. There’s just too many lingering in my body cavity. I don’t know what’s the fascination with my inside but they seem to be settling very well.

Oh. Eggs give you major gas.

Buying Media

It is not so simple after all. When I was introduced to the machine, I wished I had listened to my lecturers teaching us how to calculate *fart* the costing! Pcr, Grps, Br, Nr, NL…EECK!

Horror Movies

They give me sleepless nights. Eventhough the stupid ghost docu (courtesy of S) was so lame it made me my eyes roll to the back of my head. Now I am hearing voices and last night I heard this 80’s radio wave thing in my head. So now I demand S to hold my hands while I catch 23724981 seconds of eye shut while he watches the telly. I am so sleepy and want to sleep. *fart*

Banking industry

You get 26 days of leave in a year. And they force you to take a 10 day block leave. whut…

Fffuuukeet

Sassy’s going there on the 6^th! Do you *fart fart* think she can tapao me the seafood fried rice from that street? Ugh.

Avenue Q & Corriander Leaf

Two of the top “Two things i wanna do right about now.”

Mala-Mala

Is delicious. Especially when you eat with your friends. Yeowzers. *triple fart* The other day we went, we didn’t have broccolis. So now I am upset. We compensated afterwards by having Fried Mars Bars at Phin’s.

Work

It is like tsunami. It can overwhelm you when you least expect it. So you NEED to draw a line. The things that are important in your life. Make sacrifices (random: class 95 is playing Britney spears. I think I like her.) *fart* you need to know that you cannot expect people to make sacrifices for you. The job is your choice. The way you work is your decision. It’s a combination of things.

How I deal with problems

Rinny knows me by now. When there’s a problem, it is not a simple affair for me. Eg: Boy A cheats his gf. Boy is evil. I beg to differ. No doubt his action is appalling but I will sit down and go back to the root of the problem. What did his gf do? Did they not communicate? Etc. I thank god sometimes when I function this way. I always believe that a problem does not just occur out of nowhere. What is the premise. I know. Think too much. But it’s only fair.

Marriage

It is not all love and champagne. It requires picking a colour. Picking an outfit. Picking door gifts. Designing your theme. Selecting a cameraman (absolutely no issue for me). Choosing wedding bands.

By the time the plans are in motion, at the end of the day, I hardly doubt there will be a night of passion.

Jean Danker

Her voice is slightly annoying lately. Hmmm…

Lecturers

Is it wrong when lecturers date students?

Business Relationships

Super duper important. Thank god I fostered a pretty solid rship with the printers and advertisers. Alan from Purple Click called me this morning. What a pleasant surprise.

Media Agency

You get tons of free stuff. Eyeballs from The Economist. (super cool PR trick! Got a red box which has bold white prints on it “Get ready to grab attention: then you open it you get a postcard like thing which says, “Circulation numbers are rising. Advertise with The Economist and have all eyes on you.” Then you lift the postcard and you get like a *fart faaaaaarrrttt* WHOLE box of eyeballs. Super cool. So now I have eye balls rolling on my desk.)

You also get media invites. Elle Punk Party. But boring ol me choose to ditch it and play with pussy cat. I don’t think I wanna grace a media party smelling like an egg. Not a fabulous entry right.

Lemongrass@Siglap

They give waaay to little prawns. Had dinner with Sassy, biggiegoons, S and myself. It was akin to drama central. Thanks for dinner though! Ice cream at haagen daz. How not to have fat cells you tell me. -.-

Dawn

She is slow when it comes to uploading pictures.

Penang

I might be going in December.

Bintan

I wanna go in December

Bangkok

Going in several weeks time again.

Tasmania

See you in January.

Love

Should not be so difficult.

I just discovered I am left with 10 days. More collagen!

all things simple.

I miss baby hani. I miss carrying her. I miss smelling her. and i miss seeing her shriek.

Borrowed time

Whilst having dinner, S and i were talking about time on earth. How it is borrowed, not ours. one day, people will leave. I will leave, my dearest dad will leave, mum will leave…. everyone. I asked S why is it then do some people feel the urge to do the unnecessary. the evil. the worthless. hmm….

Sometimes i wish things had been different btw my aunt and myself. it’s been so long yet nothing’s changed. Do i feel guilty for what i’ve done? of course i am. But what else is there for me to say? or do? will that hold any weight? Is an apology on my end even enough? Do i miss her? of course i do. i’d be lying if i say i do not.

Things CAN be different. If people take the right steps.

I was lying in bed and thinking about my parents. rayyan. sassy. For the love of god, i cannot imagine my life without them. I cannot handle loss at all. And while i know it is unavoidable, i refuse to acknowledge it. I’m not done telling my parents i love them.

More visiting. More raya. More food.

have i mentioned i love visiting? hahaha. family gatherings are the best. so many people. so many stories. so many conversations. i like. such a warm feeling i get.

Ubin First Stop Restaurant (Changi)

• 1 plate of thai fresh cuttlefish salad
• 1 plate of sambal sweet potato leaves
• promfret teochew style
• 2 bowls of rice
• 1 lime juice
• 1 thai coconut juice

Total damage? 79 bucks.

When the food came, i was happy. vegetables good, cuttlefish not bad. when the bill came. my food threatened to come out. 79 bucks?! Newton, say 30 plus. Go changi Village. 40 plus 50. 79 bucks???

so so disgusted. How can people charge such exorbitant prices? Unless you have loads of cash to spend on, don’t bother coming here.

shelly

she is back to her crazy mode. starting to bite and run like a wild cat. doing all sorts of jumps and slides across the floor eventhough her wound is not fully recovered yet.

S is starting to smack her cause she is getting unbearable with her ‘attack’ modes. -.-

2.5 weeks to go

my outfit’s still not done yet. guest list is growing by the minute. dad’s bubble is very very very big. mum is now starting her arts and craft work with her hot glue gun no less. and i have a paper to sit on that day. how bloody awesome.

bangkok

to go or not to go? money tree.. where are you?

Sofa

Im going to Febreeze the sofas tomorrow cause i cannot stand the stench. From the damp weather to shelly to S’s sweat. i shall go sundry it and spray it excessively with Febreeze.

Travel Album

Too many stuff to paste. Tip for travellers: bring a clear folder, store all the necessary documents (ie: travel itinerary, print out for hotel bookings, car rentals, internet print outs for places to visit and what nots. basic local phrases etc.) Also, store all receipts, or brochures, little pieces of papers during your trip in the folder. air plane tickets. ticket stubs. hotel envelopes. Save all of these.

Get home, buy those magnetic albums, print out your favourite pictures. AND DO ART!

cut your photos, iron out your ticket stubs if necessary. cut out brochures, cut out internet pieces (do you know that bangkok…. eg.)

Receipts, ticket stubs or anything with colour print on it will wear off after a awhile. A trick? if you have hair spray, spray it all over and sun it till they dry. Then paste in the magnetic album. Works wonder.

Works well on paintings also. like kids art on drawing blocks etc.

if i have the time, ill post up pictures of the bangkok photo album which i think looks pretty.

Or maybe i shall wait till im done with the borneo one…..

can’t wait to go to Tasmania. siggghhh……..

i NEED another holiday PRONTO!

long long ago…

“In an ironic way, maybe we humans need war. With war, we humans improve ourselves, to outlast the other. We need war to remind ourselves there is a need to progress towards the future. It’s like the saying, ‘..survival of the fittest.’” – S

History Dinner

Over dinner with S one night, he told me alot of things. about war, Afghanistan, USA, Russia, World War 1, World War 2, Nazis, Swastika, Israel, Jews, Catholics, Iran and many many. Sometimes i wish i’m more worldly. I read alot but i only retain a few that’s of interest. My geography skills are evidently missing. It’s almost embarrassing. Then again, how much can one know right. Like S mummy said, “…aiyah..better to not know then know right?” heh. Sometimes i wish she’s right and it’s as easy as that. But im very inquisitive. Sometimes too inquisitive for my liking. I told Col once, it irks being a girl sometimes.

mini hiatus from me-time.

“In the beginning, god created the heaven and the earth. At least that’s what they say. He created the birds of the air and the beasts of the field and he looked at his creation and he saw that it was good. And then god created man and it’s been downhill ever since. After all, god made the sun and the moon and the stars and all man makes is trouble.” – Bailey, Grey’s Anatomy.

Women.

sometimes i have to jump to the men’s camp and agree that women are the root of evil. Their words, their emotions, their inability to keep quiet and their thoughts that roam all over the place. Some are very quick to make judgments, comments that hurt, opinions expressed without sparing a thought for the other party. i would love to say more but that would make me that kind of woman. and right now, i think i’ll follow my mum’s advice. for once. She said, “…just be quiet lydia. take it all in and prove you’re more worthy than that.”

People are very quick to notice your bad points rather than you good ones. It’s human nature. I strangely don’t feel angry. I feel sympathy.

Those few points raised, which are true actually, paints a little corner of my canvas.

And if people choose to pay attention to that little section, then i feel very sorry for them. Because the picture actually looks ok if you look at it as a whole.

i’m no angel that i can assure you but i thank god i’m not like you.

Books.

If you think Kite Runner is good, go and buy A Thousand Splendid Suns. I cannot put down the book. I told S this while he was buying groceries and i was busy burying my head into the book, Khaled Hosseini should write. every minute of the day. Forget the shopping malls, forget parties and forget book launches, just write. even during toilet breaks. Just write. If i see him, ill kneel down and kiss his toes. For being such a legend in the world of stories.

SuperSam.

I got an email from SuperSam, the printer guy whom i was liaising with when i was still writing for the ghost magazine. (up till today, i still do not know how i managed to pull 5 articles out of my arse for every issue of that magaizine.) I swear the copies should not see the light of the sun. Just to keep my dignity in check. Such a nice email. He called me after and wished me good luck. He asked why i was leaving cause he has been very good to me. (oh the hours haggling over the phone over the colour of the magazine, the spelling mistakes, the time to upload, to print…. yikes!) thanks supersam. It has been my pleasure.

Shelly.

Shelly is in heat. She is beyond horny. S and i were contemplating on masturbating her with a Q-tip. She’s been howling her mating calls and lifting up her butt and tucking her tail close to her body. ever ready. I feel so sad looking at her. I’ve been rubbing her… ermm… back.. to ease her but i don’t think it’s working. She’s howls and meows and howls and grunts and S keeps using his legs to errmm.. rub her. So we scheduled an appointment at the vet next week. Poor baby. she’s going to have stitches and all. Sigh, if i had known cats in heat are going to hump themselves against anything (read: table leg, floor…), i would have done it sooner. sorry shelly. For now, just endure the horny-ness till tuesday k.

Mad Jack.

Jack sure is mad for opening up such an eatery that deserves no form of recognition. With waitresses pronouncing Tiramisu as Tirameesoup. and serving ICY COLD choc cake with vanilla ICE CREAM. eeck. They need a reality check. They need to know that i am not planning to visit them. ever. unless im dying of starvation and have to stuff their lamb shank down my throat. mad. utter madness.

I have pictures from last week but i am too busy doing me-time to go upload them. maybe next week.

Today S and i watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall on dvd, ate chicken rice and fish soup. bought fish for Shelly, orange juice, mouth wash, pearl tea, watered the plants and ermmmm eased shelly.

ok, im going to finish up with my book and then upload the pictures. visiting tomorrow! more food! i cannot wait.