Her blogder

My supp who is sitting in front of me is reads xiaxue's blog, or otherwise known as a blogder to xiaxue. I admit I am kaypoh, I am always peeking at his monitor and this morning I saw the famous pink background with a white line down the middle.

I am super tempted to ask my supp straightforwardly, but I thought he is already seeing me as a 38 I bet. Maybe even 39 leh! I think I should just keep my mouth shut lor. So I did.

But that template is too hard to miss la. Hee.

Posting pics on blog

Once on a forum, someone posted a qn about posting pictures on blogs and of course it invited two viewpoints.

Obviously, some people think it is ok, some doesnt think so.

I personally do not think there is anything wrong with posting my pictures on my blog, but because I almost never take pictures, there isnt any pics to share also.

If I ever post a lot of my own pics, for sure I am taking them for the sake of taking, and for the sake of blogging.

Although I carry a wu wu dong dong, I am only using it to take pics of objects, or architecture, or blah blah blah. Even when I went to taiwan or thailand, I never take a single pic of myself. I record the surroundings, the happenings, the etc, but I dont record myself enjoying it.

To the people who thinks it is ok, like myself, feels that a blog is a personal space when a person documents his/her life. This blog of mine is a space where I blog and friends whom I dont get to see regularly can come in and update themselves.

I always say to friends, when I am out with them, this this that that happen, hahahaha, to read the details, read my blog ok? Then I keep quiet and swallow a few forks.

To the people who thinks it is not ok, it is basically because they are very worried about their pics being circulated around internet.

But I think it all boils down to the issue of privacy.

I can just loosely catergorise that people who post their pics are ok with their blogs being connected to them as a person. Most blogs that I see with the blogger's pictures narrates a lot, but there isnt anger. Not that I like to blog abt my angry being, I expect ppl to blog abt angry things, but I would think anger is a good topic, definately better that what's lunch, what's tidbits.

When there's no anger, there's no lashing, no finger pointing, and no vulgarities. But how can it be? When you live your life, there are bound to be people who pissed you off. But although one says the blog is a reflection of himself/herself, only certain facets of life are displayed.

Ok la, you may say that you only want to share the pleasant things with friends, not the anger.

I think of all the blogs I read, only xiaxue posts pics religiously yet splash her rage all over her pink blog. *salutes*

Personally, I mention lots of friends and colleagues on my blog, but I end up referring to them as him or her. I hum jii also, very wo nang fei, dowan people to catch me talking abt them on a space where everyone has access to.

Scared mah, so only when I am talking about good things then I blog names, if not I dont specify. Sometimes there are many things that I want to blog about, but because I calculate that the risk and backlash might not be worth the moment of 'songness' as the angry words slide off my fingers, I decided against blogging about it.

Arrgghhh! How!! There are a lot of things that I want to blog, but I cant! Is this my blog or not?!?!?

Aiyah, I just blogicide la. Like hisreason and theangrylittlegirl just did. I am so disappointed when they do that. I love reading their posts because it is so real and xue ling ling, unlike mine. Whenever I read someone's blog, and see people commenting that the blogger writes very thoughtfully and well, like ningx (defunct too), I am envious, but I dont think I will ever be able to write from the bottom of my heart on blogger.

Livejournal has a password access for friends it seems. Should I jump ship?

When I first started my blog, I admit I hoped that many people would read about it. I reasoned with myself that I would be pushing myself to write in better english (my lingo standards really sucks lor).

As I added more and more entries, I realised I cant keep up with being nice, and I started showing my devilish side. I am only thankful that my boss doesnt know of my blog, or he will know of half of my mcs are keng-ed. -_-"

Now how I hope I never gave my blog address away that freely. I like this moniker, so chances are I wont change, but...

I think the people I worry about doesnt read much of my blog also la hor.

I honestly have no idea. I dont have a tag board, I dont allow comments, I dont monitor my site's visitors and basically I dowan to hear any response from people who happen to swim by and is reading my blog out of boliaoness. But being too rational, I still included my gmail add so that I can be notified if absolutely necessaried.

The only ppl who I know is reading my blog are people who reflects to me directly, face to face, via sms, via msn or something. Everyone else I really dunno. *Eyes open wide*.

Is it really a good idea to post so much of my life where people have access to? Wo zai ming, ni men zai an! I super loogi!

Sigh.

For the time being, I will not blogicide my blog la. After all, this blog has given me a chance to look back at myself and correct my behaviour.

But I will also not add more pics that will identify myself more.

I dont believe it

I spent a good 30 minutes dabbling with the functions of my cheapo mp3 player and was wondering why I cant delete the folder from the drive.

My player serves as a thumb drive as well, so it is one of those drag and drop drive. When I need to change songs I would just need to delete the existing files and add new ones.

But just now, it kept showing me the error message that the files are write-protected. I thought it is because I after I connected the drive I initiated a virus sweep, so that system is automatically thinking that the drive is a permanent drive.

So I waited and waited, finally the sweep was done but still the files are protected. Kao!

Click here click there also no use, finally I realised that my player is on 'hold' mode. Released the mode and files can be deleted.

I dont believe it, how come got this funny function one? And why the stupid manual in the stupid cd never explain. Sheesh.

On being strong and on being low-maintainence

Ok la, shouldnt not record my life because of some sucky answers via email. It is not like I never predicted it. I just work for another 1.5 yrs first, pay back my first poly school loan first then cont to pursue ba. Meanwhile I shant be dwelling on it day in day out.

***

Digress a liiiiiiiittle bit.

I had blogged about my migraine for numerous times I know, but when it hurts and I dowan to complain to someone physical I can only blog it here.

I dowan to be ke lian xi xi. Or known as one. Even though most ppl wont associate me with ke lian xi xi la. I am very man one ok? Very fierce and will swing a slap across someone's face if I am offended. Haha.

***

Meow and camilla were actually planning to go hk end of year and they jio-ed me along. I agreed immediately of course, because there is no reason why I shouldnt go.

Later, they said they cant go because their parents and boyfriends think it isnt a good idea. They thought it is too unsafe.

No biggie lor. I just wait for wanxin or xiaomei or laoda or dao sao lor. But still I am really unable to comprehend how come they have so many restrictions lah.

Well well. Not everyone lives in a everything-also-no-bounds family. Meow cannot even stay overnight at chalets it seems. Her parents are very worried about this cat la, haha.

Meow, quick, tell everyone if got ppl bully you, you shall just scratch their faces in rapid up down up down movements can? Scar them already walk away with the usual feline-ish aloofness.

I would go myself, if it wasnt that I cant speak cantonese and I dowan to be dok as a tourist by their merchants. It is the same at thailand lor. Most of them can speak english but they would surely dok tourists one. So sian.

That is why I prefer to go taiwan anytime. I will just camouflage into their crowd and pass off as a native when I speak.

But also got it's share of danger in taiwan. I remembered when I was in taiwan with jujin for the 2 wks trip, once in the hotel room we recv calls from a man asking us whether we want to come to the reception.

Told him dowan, and I hung up. Immediately he called again and started saying for suggestive stuff. I just repeated dowan! And hung up. He kept calling and I just ignored it, then jujin picked up and started spewing vulgarities.

She also very strong ok! Haha.

After tt the man stopped, and we called the reception via 000 or some preset combinations on the phone. The two of us meant to call and kaobeh him, or kaobeh to his boss, threatening to report to their police or something.

But a lady answered. The two of us were bewildered, but we started probing questions like "Hmm, we recv a call from the reception just now, but it is a guy, can we know his name?"

She replied that there isnt any guy working at the receptionist, and another lady came to the phone and said the same thing. Usually at night there are two person working at the reception area, but for all I know they may all be in one big cahoots?

We just continued to drill them, and they just answered each question with certainty and confidence. After a while, me and jujin chose to believe them two.

We explained to them that we recv lewd-contented calls, and the person claimed to be calling from the reception. The ladies assured us no guy was at the reception at the time, and offer to track the call for us, to show us that the call was probably an inbound call to the hotel.

It seems that at this hotel, outside ppl can call in direct, without needing to go thru receptionist area.

One thing to confess about the hotel, which I never mention to anyone before, the hotel actually had a 3-hourly booking slot as well. Meaning this hotel is actually open for people to book in purely for sex.

Ok la, maybe some people book in to rest, after a long walk along the 'lake' which is beside the hotel.

But then again, in taiwan, any hotel also got people book in for sex one la. But the hotel that me and jujin stayed in is not motel lah. Because taiwanese very open one mah, hotel means hotel, motel means motel.

So I think that is why the phones in the room can call directly out, and people can call directly in.

So they traced, then they told us that the call was from the person staying at room 707! We were staying at 909, that means we were just 2 stories and 2 units away from the freak!

Ok lah, a bit kee siao, even if he stay at 202 I will also say he stay just 7 stories and 7 units away. But knowing he is actually so much nearer to us than the receptionist really shocked us. The receptionist said she already reported it to the manager, and ended call there.

Around 15 mins later or so, they called again and told us they've asked that man to leave their premises already. Meaning chased him out already. We two wont know for sure la, but these staff really sounded very sincere, so we thanked them and left it at that.

We didnt worry too much abt the doors and windows. We had always been careful with them and with anymore care put into it, we will need to nail the doors and windows shut.

We changed room the next day. The people there offered their best help. And they even found us room 809. We didnt want to move too far cos we have too much shopping stuff in their individual bags. -_-"

The next night, after we have moved, I was surfing net at the lobby. The manager came over and chatted with me. He said that the man actually harassed many other people in other rooms but we were the only one who reported, that's why they could invite the man out.

Yah la, it is dangerous, we but must learn how to take care of ourselves anywhere and everywhere. And of course, it helps that I am very fierce la. I scold fuck, scold nabei, scold ccb, scold tamade, among others expletives. Haha. =P

***

Yesterday at dinner we were also mentioning on how guys like girls to be "low maintainence". It is definate one la, given a choice between two girls with very similar attributes, one spends a lot one spends very little, who would the guy choose?

(Kao, dont give me the crap about no two persons are similar so cant choose like that. I kick your ass then you know.)

Low maintainence include qualities like dont splurge, dont buy expensive stuff, dont insist on taking taxi, dont insist on eating at expensive places.

It also mean the girl is not bad tempered, not fussy, not clinging, not attention seeking.

Wah, if I am a guy I also want a wife/gf like that. That would really save a lot of headache leh, then my migraine wont work up so often.

That is also why, in front of guys, I seldom splurge. I spent a lot when I am out with girls but I almost never spend in front of guys. If I die die have to, I would choose very cheap things to buy, like maybe ONE 20 dollah bag. It will never be as I go out with girls, where I would buy 3 bags, or 4 pair of shoes, or 5 pairs of earrings.

I am not low maintainence, but I can act leh. =)

Cannot let guys see how I spent! Or I will be immediately radar-ed and catergorised into their "BEWARE, high maintainence woman". Of course I am not romantically interested in all the guys I am out with, in groups or otherwise, but it is not sensible cos sg is a small place.

I cant afford to have someone's someone's someone's someone's someone telling on me.

It's like permanent marker ink, I tell you.

So when camilla was saying she was being viewed as 'low maintainence' to her friends, I think it is a really good thing. I think I shall never be viewed as low maintainece cos I spend a lot on shopping and on singing, and I am either fuming, weeping or jubilating.

My emotions are too difficult to be understood and managed.

But I guess being labelled as low maintainence can also be negatory. It makes a person sounds amorphous and colourless.

It is too difficult to select between a person who is low maintainence but nondescript, and a person who is high maintainence but profligate.

But well well, I am happy being bai jin nuu. =)

Marche dinner

Had dinner at marche with meow, camilla and jordan. We crapped at lot, mainly me crapping la. There's more to say actually, but I've just recv email reply from moe regarding my enquiry.

Bad news...

Sigh. What can be new?

On Mr Brown's blog

I see the pic I submitted for the onesingaporeminute project leh! Hee. =)



See the permalink here.

But he thought I took the pics with a mobile phone camera. I laughed out loud.

one// I cant afford one.
two// The pics my 5.0 megapixels camera took turn out looking like 1.0 megapixel camera phone.


Wu wu dong dong, wo dui bu qi ni!

*Bawls*

Whimsical ramblings

Whee! My colleague commented my earrings look very happening. Super happy sia. I simply love it when people pass positive comments on my jewelleries. =)


***

I must really try to sleep early at night. I am glad I resisted the temptation to go out as much as I wanted, I was wistfully thinking for shopping and singing k the whole of last working week, but I know I am super worn out from all the past weekend shopping and jalan jalan, Sigh, why is there so much to do but so little time?

***

Suddenly I wish I am a designer again. Sigh, I guess I wont be able to, since it has been 2 yrs since I’ve graduated. Given if I am a boss, I also wouldn’t want to hire a person who graduated for two yrs and in meantime never touched design.

***

Tai wee is leaving.

We both entered the bank together as temps, ok la, I entered one or two wks earlier than he did, but he work performance is better than mine la. We were both converted to contract staff on the same day. Now before the contract is even ending, he decided to serve one month notice and tendered his resignation. Today is his last day on this job and after this he will be joining an engineering job and be posted to Taiwan. Talk about being envious.

Envious not because of the job, it is because of taiwan! *wails*.

***

Shared chocolates to give to tai wee with yiqian. Champagne-taste chocs from royce. Super extravagant.

***

This month’s work figures seem very low. Sigh, hasn’t been in the mood to work, so it affecting figures. Sigh, it is all in all a vicious cycle. My mood affect my speed in calling, my speed affects my figures, my figures affect my incentives, my incentives affect my mood.

***

My elder bro told me that junyang is from our pri sch. Seems like they were basketball teammates. Junyang’s jersey number is either 13 or 15.

***

If I met with a genie, and he is going to grant me just one wish, I want to be rich. Fuck the people who say happiness cannot be bought with money. If I’ve got the money, I would be able to study all I want and I would be one satisfied bitch. If I’ve got the money, I would be able to buy as many clothes as I want, irregardless of how expensive they are.

Or I would go on to buy cheap clothes like I am doing now, but I would be able to buy a lot a lot a lot. Then with the vast amt of money I have, I want to buy a house with wu di hai jing, best if it is a condo at duxton plains. *drools*.

***

A customer keep insisting that 2 sept is not a fri, but a wed. Told him but ming ming jiu shi ar! What is there to argue about? My calendar is squatting in front of me leh, I am blur but I am not blind leh. Qi guai.

***

you ni duo hao xing fu duo yuan wo yuan yi pei ni feng xian.

***

Wah, tai wee and keith treat ice cream. Yummy.

***

Tai wee calls to thank me for the chocs.

***

Sometimes I wonder how come taxi drivers like to talk to me so much. Sigh. But since they are so enthusiatic, so I'll just keep up with the conversation.

I hate corianders

They are absolutely stinky and I dont understand how come people like to eat it.

That day our bosses treat popiah, and they have this and garlic in it. Totally gross.

I was trying to explain this veg to my mother just now, and she walked to the fridge, pluck out a small part of yan sui and pass it to me.

I took a quick sniff, jumped 2 feet off the kitchen tiled flooring and threw the small plant in the direction of the bin beside the sink.

It landed in the bowl of washing detergent instead. As if the lemon smell would mask the smelly coriander.

Customer is always right? Yah right.

I've read this article between calls on fri and I am in aghast, once again, how people love to accuse service staff of poor service and feels customer has all the right to be rude / unaccomodating / holier than thou.

Read the fucked-up perspective, by Liang Dingzi.

The imperative to provide satisfactory service rests
entirely with the provider. How the customer responds
is his prerogative.

.

Generally, good service will elicit kind responses. A
service provider cannot demand good responses as a
pre-condition for his willingness to smile and serve.

Wah, since you want to make sweeping statements, I shall follow, meekly behind you and hold your shoes can?

I dont deny the fact that service staff must be providing satisfactory services, and must be willing to smile. But like I once and again stress, customers arent always right. Not that you are paying for a product in the boutique I worked at I must agree with your attitude. Not that you are going to sign up a handphone plan with my company then I must smile while you continue to verbally abuse me.

This man, has either been living under a rock all his life and had never seen a nasty customer, or he is a nasty customer himself.

On a general whole, singaporean customers are handfuls to deal with. They think since they are paying they can lash out at waitresses at resturants. Sometimes I wonder do they think that the money they paid for the meal has included charges for scolding the waitress, so if they dont scold they felt they had lose out to other patrons.

Or are they displaying their superiority to their dates by being insolent to service crew, not-too-subtly telling their dates "See, I command power!!"

It just protrays a lack of taste in my opinion. I would gladly set these people on flames if not for the fact that yuan yuan xiang bao he shi liao. But this fact constrained by my actions, not my thoughts. I continue to condemn friends who are rude at service staff, telling them off if they are being bitches to them.

You may say that I am on the service provider's side because I am in service line. But hallo, I've never been a nasty customer ever before, not even when I wasnt in service yet. So this perspective isnt grown and matured due to my current job.

I had always been an above average service provider, and I can assure you that the only reason I cant promise I am a superby good service provider is that there are nasty customers. I treat all customers with basic respect like how I would treat a normal person. I dont carry their balls, licking their feet or what, but I would take them as how any person would like to be treated with.

But my service level is at adverse proportion to the offensive nature of customers. The poorer their attitude is, the less lightly would I be going an extra mile for him.

Once a customer screamed at me for 10 minutes straight, after I greeted "Good afternoon, can I speak to Mr XXX? I'm calling from (company's name)."

At first I tried to calm him down, but that only agitated him further, so I kept quiet and listen and took notes while he went on and on.

1 mins.

3 mins... ...

6 mins.... ... ... .... ..............

He never stopped screaming his complaint, and I was slowly losing my patience. I stopped uh-huh-ing to his sentences, and I just slump in my chair and started to draw stars on the paper while he repeated the same story again and again.

Trust me, given a common person, without preparation, however much you would like to complain you also cant talk coherently. If you had repeated this story for 3,5 times before (to your own friends over roti prata and kopi-o-gao), you might be able to organise your complaint more systematically, and lash out at me for 5 or 6 mins.

But if this is the first time you voiced this complaint, more likely than not, your stand isnt clear, and you are beating ard the bush to make the issue look bigger. But the fact is, within most 30 seconds, we service staff already know what you want, if only you stop shrieking and listen us out.

So after I went silent for a while, he suddenly realised I am not acknowledging his words by uh-huh-ing. He barked at me, demanding to know if I was listening. I told him I was, all along, but he is not giving me a chance to talk, so I shall just keep quiet until he finish his piece.

I solved his problem there and then, but there was never a word of thanks. He just complain about something else, saying that "See, you all can solve one, but always like to push responsibility to one and other."

I simply retorted (I wished I could sound as rude as I felt):

"I dont mean to be rude, but I never had the intention to push this job to another person, but if I did, it would only be because you have been screaming for 10 minutes and I feel I cant communicate with you."

"This is to teach you! You people had always been so rude to me!"

"Mr X, I trust that my colleagues hasnt been rude to you. We are neutral to all customers. But given that before I can say anything specific you already began to scream for 10 minutes, I am taking you are doing the same to my other colleagues once you hear their voices. We do listen you out, but if you wouldnt listen to us, we are not able to communicate."

Towards end of the conversation, he listened more than he did before. He still never said thanks, but his attitude was better, though still sounds like he is itching for a quarrel.

Sure, there are nasty customers and there will always
be. But they call for a different response, not bad service.

Honestly, any different responses than smiles and apologies to an angry customer is considered a bad service to you. Agreed?

Given a scenario. (Someone complaint about a service standard he recieved on sgforums sometime ago.)

A person bought a piece of apparel and the staff apparently forgot to remove the sensory tag. Once home, this person was surprised to realised of the tag, and proceed to remove it himself.

Now, everyone knows that these tags have unremovable ink in them, and once this tag is tampered with, the ink will leak and spoilt the cloth. This means was to avoid people from shoplifting because they wont be able to remove the tag themselves.

This person, absolutely pissed, brought back the buy and demand a compensation. The shop acknowledged that they have been careless with the handling, and adviced this person to pick out another piece.

This person combed the entire shop, but the original piece was the final piece, and there isnt another piece that he liked. So he demanded a money back.


On the forums, this person reasoned that he paid for the piece, so when the piece is spoilt, he should get a money back. He said that it is the shop's fault for not removing the tag, their fault that he had to make a special trip back, their fault for not having another of the same piece, their fault for not having another piece that he like, and their fault for not allowing a money back.

The staff at the shop might had been careless, but was it really that difficult to bring back the piece to the shop to request for their assistance? I am quite certain that if this person had called to inform of the incident, even if he requested that he return a week or two later, the shop would be more than willing to assist.



So back to the another responses theory. In the face of an angry customer, please choose one of the following that applies.

1// manager smiles and apologises profusely, rectify the error by offering money back (nevermind the store would lose the value of two items, one damaged, one returned to customer).
2// manager explained to customer how the incident occurs, apologise.
3// manager vaguely explained that staff is new, wasnt too familiar with processes, apologise.
4// manager tell customer that the apparel is damaged, he is not not exchanging (and not apologising).
5// manager tell customer since he no longer has the reciept, he cannot be sure this piece is from my store.


To a common customer, one option 1 is acceptable. Options 2 or 3 are inexcusable because the customer never hear the word 'sorry' for 151436 times. Options 4 and 5 are totally unforgivable, the store is wrong, wrong, WRONG! I graced their store leh! How can they do this! I am reporting this to C.A.S.E.

Both parties have faulted, but being the customer, he immediately felt that he could accuse the store and staff since CIAR.

Nonsense.


I am not rebuting everything that Mr Liang said in the article, for example, I agreed fully with this sentence.

Unfortunately, in many large organisations, the CEO
is so far removed from the customer that the only
time he comes into contact with one is when he
receives a letter of complaint. By then, the damage
has already been done.

Absolutely correct viewpoint. In many large organisations, the biggest bosses are often detached from their customers. Heck, usually customer can only communicate with the first line of frontliners, or at the most get to the supervisor behind this first line.

Calculated in this way, the biggest bosses are usually after the 7th or 8th line. Of course lah, they are earning big money, and their hourly pay is more than my weekly pay, so I shouldnt expect any CEOs to be handling my complaint personally la hor. I should be absolutely delighted if I managed to ooze thru to the third level of service superiority.


Yay yay yay, while I am on the topic of service, let me laugh at 2 incidents that I experienced with colleagues from another department.

Incident 1:
I needed a certain contact number of a staff from the jb branch, so I called up jb's gen line and enquiry with the lady who answered.

"Hi, xxx JB? I'm calling from xxx singapore, do you know of how can I reach miss sonia?"

"You can call 1800-xxx-xxxx. That is the singapore hotline." The robot croaks.

"Hmm, yah, but I would like to speak to miss sonia, she is from your JB side. Do you have her extension number, or can you transfer the line?"

"You can call 1800-xxx-xxxx. That hotline would be able to answer your questions."

"Yah, I would if I am looking for a singaporean staff. But I am looking for a JB staff."

"Have you tried? How do you know cannot?"

Raised my voice. "Excuse me!!! I am calling from xxx singapore! That 1800-xxx-xxxx number IS THE SINGAPORE HOTLINE! I am not asking for general enquires, I want to speak to miss sonia, and she is from your JB side. Do you not understand my english?"

*Puts me on hold and a guy came to phone.*

"Sorry, that is a new staff, you want to reach sonia? I give you her direct extension. Or do you want to complain abt her? I can give you her manager's number."

Huh?!?! WTF?

Did I say anything about complaining? All I wanted was to check with her regarding a customer's acct. And this guy. What's is his motive, why is he suggesting that I should complain? Qi guai. Complain you two silly staff then you know.

Then when I eventually got to sonia, I explained to her regarding how a customer wants her to get back to him. She told me blah blah blah blah, so I was taking down notes and wanted to double confirm how I should be explaining to customer.

She just retorted "Aiyah, you just want me to call right? Ok lor, I pity you, I help you to call."

-_-"

After the whole incident, all I was thinking about is that how they are ceasing hiring and contract renewing on the singapore side, but going to hire more at the JB side. At this kind of service standards, the phrase "lousy service" would take on a whole new meaning.

Tag: onesingaporeminute

I am so lazy that although I brought my wu wu dong dong out almost everyday, I never took the effort to capture something "singapore", with respect to mr brown's meme: onesingaporeminute.

"The meme will end on 31st August 2005, 11.59pm", quoted mr brown, and it is 10 days to it's expiry. Ya la, I can drag until 31st, or after 31st, then lament I've forgotten to join in the fun.

But I never hor! I cleverly went to dig out old photographs and submitted them instead, so that I can 心安理得-ly remember I did participated.

I submitted the series of photos I took out of boliao-ness while taking taxi home after OT. I've blogged it before, so I can 偷懒 once again and not post it in this entry.

Excuse me, c/p is also hard work leh.



Ok lah, I'll just post one. I am lazy, but not to that extent, yet.

So for a while, I dunno, maybe a few hrs, you can see my pics on the first page for the tag onesingaporeminute. After that it would be pushed down as newer pics are submitted.

And of course I cannot be absolutely certain that the pics are taken within a minute, but certainly onesingaporeminute is a concept la, no one is really taking a stopwatch and do timing, then club me to death with a matchstick if I were to take more than 60secs.

But I think this series is taken within the timeframe la.

Go take the stupid tests la

Kao, stupid cami ask me to do the this test at 11.12pm at night. Siao eh, in the end I got 7 out of 20. Failed miserably.

I blame it on the timing. So late do what stupid test la!

The rest of the tests available, go waste time there. Click me click me.

Blogging habit

Once I read on my brown's blog, that someone jio him to go travelling so that they can have something to blog about.

I laughed, then flicked away the two drops of sweat sliding down my right forehead.

I am also going a little too crazy about blogging already. Granted that I am only blogging my thoughts, sadness and anger and etc, it is still appalling to see how many entries are there about unhappiness and rage.

But sometimes I find myself experiencing something, then my next thought is how I can blog it.

-_-"

Maybe there are more examples, but this is the only one that I can thing of offhand. Remember the time when my shoe broke while I was walking to work, and while I was staggering home, I thought I must definately blog down my suayness when I got home (after work, after work!). And amist the difficulty in walking one step, dragging my feet for one step, walk another step, drag another step, I decided that my blog title for the entry-to-be will be "My day started off fucked."

-_-"

I am surprised how I can still be thinking of that in a situation like that.

And in the 5 mths that I've been blogging, I've slowly became used to thinking in english. Thinking in chinese is a natural process to me, but because I eventually have to blog in english, recently I've begin to think in english. Haha.

And also, I've learnt I have no sense of focus, meaning I disgress too much.

Once again, I've went superby off the tangent. I started off this entry simply because I want to say I blog so much that when friends caught me on msn, they always ask me whether I am blogging.

Ok, originally within 4 lines or so I could finish what I want to say, but unexpectedly (yah right) it expanded into a full entry.

Jin bian tai.

Jitt sang wei jin bian tai lah! Ka na sai! Cheng kao wa nerng gee ka gao lia pua perr.

Kee sii lang.

Lee zarp gao kou gao leh, chor mi eh cheng kao ka ar nii tia eh? Mm xii yinn wei jitt sang wei eh wei tao jiam jiam, ka kuei gao ai sii, xii yinn wei wei eh ao ber gerr dnai, jitt jitt bua dio wo eh ka ber , bua kao pua perr lao hui.

Tia leh!

I know it is gross lah, but it is really very painful leh! I am surprised how I even made it to work. When I wore it, it feels *a tad* too snug. But I dont really care la, because I wore pants today and I cant wear those basic heels cos they will be covered by the pants.

So leh, have to wear something more pointed lor. What to do.

By the time I've walked 10 mins I already felt my skin being scrapped too roughly against the shoes, but wo ren! By the time I managed onto the mrt, I sneak a peek and nearly screamed, in oblivion to the morning crowd. The back of my ankle were chafed so badly that it is bleeding!

Arh fuck. I seldom wear such shoes so I cannot remember the last time when I encountered such a problem. I usually wear heels and though some of those elastic band causes some friction against my skin, they are usually small problems.

But wear shoes until bleed! Kanasai leh!





I never hate a pair of shoes until like that leh. Pretty la, but really bu shi ren chuan de. The made of the shoes sucks! I actually hen xin de stepped the back of the shoes until it is like a pair of slip-ins. I spoilt the shoes la, but I really dont care. All I cared was how I could get home.

But luckily today OT, so I took taxi home, so not so much walking involved, or else I would have really yelled every step I take as the shoes keep chafing the same areas. Even 6 plasters on 2 pua perr doesnt help. I know I kua zhuang, but really very pain leh. Luckily my bata shoes are the slipped-in kind, so I guess I would be wearing tt for the next one wk at least until my pua perr is healed.

Display name

Sometimes I wonder if I am reading too much into display names my friends used on msn.

I used to be putting down just my nickname as my display name, but recently after what happened btw me and him, I've changed my display name on msn to the above blog title.

Or rather, mutually at the same time, I've changed this blog's title and my msn's display name to 用尽了力气勇敢后，就不再有力气坚强了。

This phrase holds an importance to me. Wanxin and myself were lamenting about our lifes over a telephone conversation and we were dejected that things hadnt turn out correctly. But we agreed that we had been very 勇敢 by doing what we did. When we further reflected on ourselves, I was telling her "惨了，我没力气勇敢了." She reminded me that no ar, we've been very 勇敢 already, so I corrected myself weakly, and said "对，我们都很勇敢。但却在用尽了力气勇敢后，就不再有力气坚强了。"

This is how this phrase came about.

*Stupid wanxin, give you the benefit lah, it's your contribution that I managed to correct my original phrase into this, which later maketh my blog title and msn display name. Bleah.*

So like I said, because currently I am using a display name that is of importance to me, sometimes I wonder does the display name of my friends mean anything special? Or they just put it there for the fun of it, without explicit rationale?

I remembered once lao da put something in the line of (in chinese), strawberry, oranges, apples, how much does they cost? And I was like "Huh?"

I quickly tried to know did he meant anything beyond the written words that I couldnt comprehend at face value? He never gave me a straightforward answer. For all I know it could be his wits at play again, marrying words without proper reasonings, yet at the same time makes the reader bang his/her head against the keyboard in frustration, trying to grasp the profound meanings behind his words of wisdom.

Sometimes lao da has this capability.

But being melancholy as I always am, I chose to think he might have some real meanings behind those words but he wasnt going to tell me there and then. So I left it as it is, playing the role of a friend who would 默默的看守着朋友, but not make any unnecessary comments.

屁嘞！这种守护天使的角色我根本揣摩不来。=P

And currently I've got a friend whose display name is reading as anyone there? waiting for anyone?
I am dying to ask him what does he means by that sentence? The two lines, grammatically incomplete, is contradicting. I should, but I dowan him to think that I am nitpicking on his english as usual.

And another friend, whose display name reads everyday requires so much courage, and i am running low - your soul is my only security.
All I can say is that if this aqquaintance of mine writes a blog, I would love her use of language. I've seen many of her display names before, for she changes them very frequently, and I really like the way she summarise herself in the short amt of space given.

If you ever see my entry titles being superby beautiful, chances are, I plagiarised her words. I am honest at least, since I dont have a flair for poetic lines. Wrinkle lines I do have a few, want to share them?



***

While on the topic of display names and titles, I shall digress upon the title of this blog.

This blog's title used to read: "and that's me" and this blog address used to be www.andttsme.blogspot.com. Now I've swopped it over with another blog of mine and I officically started to use kanigi as my moniker.

I started with that blog at first, blogging mainly in chinese because I am obsessed with the way I speak mandarin. *roll eyes*. That blog is so peaceful and gentle mainly because typing in chinese takes too long and I'll lost my focus of my anger while trying to speed up my typing of hanyupinyin.

Suddenly I thought that blog is not helping me much. I wanted to write a blog not because I wanted to record beautiful thoughts, but rather record things down important to me, however mundane they are. To any readers, some of the things I even bother to blog might seem too ordinary, but I record them for the sake of wanting to remember them.

Also, I needed a venue to stowaway my anger. I am easily angered and my temper comes very quickly. Thank god it goes away pretty fast too.

But there are times when I am so angry that I became short of breathe, and I find a need to release my tension and I would be here in front of the computer, smashing away on my keyboard, blogging it down.

This blog has evolved, as seen to myself.

Formly, it is merely a few occupied kilobytes on the vast world wide web.

Now, I'd like to think of it as my personal shout-into-bin.

I can look back at my old entries and realised that how things have changed. How I've changed and how my life had changed.

But ultimately, I think this blog suddenly reeks so much of me because of the blog title. Every since I've changed it to this blog title I've been loving it. It speaks volumes of me. I am not only talking about the meaning, but also because the use of the words, because I get to flaunt my ability of writing beautifully in chinese.

Though I cant write pretty-sounding words in english, but I can write angrily in english wor.

=)

I am in awe of how I am able to summarise myself properly into a blog title.

Multi-tasking accessories

Love these two buys today. They are supposed to be hairbands, or rather, decorators after I've tied up my hair in a simple pony tail. But I've realised I can just spread them out and wear it on the wrist as a bracelet! That's so multi-tasking, no? =)

And they cost $5.90 each only! Fantastic buys. I originally wanted to buy a bracelet that features a giant flower. But I think it is not versatile enough. I cant even team with too many apparels that I've owned.

Purchases also includes... $1.90, $1.90, $15.00...

Jewellery, shoes.

Also bought 2 tops from ebase cos they are on discount, also 3 bras, of which one of them cost $70 before discount, $60 after. -_-"

Very expensive I know, but what to do?

Sigh, I am going to be out of job already yet I still spend until like tt. Cham liao la.

And yah, didnt blog this for the past 2 days cos my migraine was slowly increasing its attacks on me. At first, it is just a case of once every few days, then it became once every few hrs, then it became once every hr, then slowly it because that it doesnt hurt after every few minutes.

I also cannot understand how come I am so ridden with illness. My blood pressure is ok, has always been, so it is not high blood pressure or low blood pressure. The throbbing pain doesnt stop after taking panadols, so I am guessing it is not the usual headache.

So far, only the ponstan pills can save me. But now even they take some time to kick into life. It used to be so much faster. Yesterday I took my pills slightly after 4.30, by around 6.30 I was drifting off to sleep on this computer chair. I woke myself up (I am too disciplined for my own good sometimes) and packed my stuff a little before I dropped dead. I only woke up this morning after 8.30. Meaning I've slept for more than 13 hrs in one lap.

I feel rejuvenized. And my headache is gone. Sleeping does wonders to me, too bad I am always too preoccupied with mundane routines to sleep.

And I digressed. I meant to say, I was going to blog about kenny yday but I was too stoned to remember to blog it.

Kenny is trying to convince me to go for the customer service hotline job. To quote him, it is "not a lowly job". But please leh kenny, this current job is just as "lowly" leh, so I am not hiam-ing abt the lowness or the highness of the job la.

It is because...

1. I think our bank's customers are really too rich and nasty. In this department, whenever customers want to feedback on our lousy dog-tailing attitudes, we just brush them off and ask them to call the csh (customer service hotline la hor). Not good I know, but to get our job done, sometimes we cannot be too bothered by the customers. Then imagine what shit the csh officers get?
2. I entered the job feeling worried abt having to do calculations. Cos bank = money, money = calculation mah. Luckily usually dont have to do much calculation, but if I go csh I sure will have to, cos customers will call in and ask you why his interest is $45.85? He calculated $45.84! Headache leh!
3. I look aged enough. If I work graveyard shift my body cant regenerate properly leh. Then if never xin cheng dai xie properly I will grow MORE WRINKLES! Shit!
4. I think maybe it is a good idea to leave the bank since I dont want to cont in this line. A year to learn should be good enough. And I dont see why I need to learn so much about banking, I entered this job purely due to luck anyway.

I really appreciate tt kenny is concerned enough to ask me twice and spend a little while more councelling me. But I am too tee kee la. I lament a lot, worry a lot, feel confused very frequently, but once I've decided, that's it.

Once when I was in sec2, my results were one of the worst in the class. My science teacher tried to convince me to study, but I flatly rejected him. I felt I dowan to study AND THAT'S THAT!

He tried from another angle, asking me what I want to do later in life. But being the little brat I was, I just told him off and said, "Mr Phua, you dont ask so many qns can or not? Why waste your time on me, it's not like you will get more salary this way."

I said that and I pushed back the chair and walked out of the classroom in front of all my classmates. To think back, I cant imagine how he felt then, when all he wanted is to save a student from frailing further.

Wo cuo le, Mr Phua.

While I'm here talking about pushing back chair, I will talk about jack.

Jack is this guy whom I was working under when I was doing freelance during the period where I was slacking at home after I graduated.

My coursemate who was working in the company recommended me and I ok-ed. She told me that the person that I were to be working under has a history of bad temper and I have to be able to bear with it. Which was not too difficult, I can easily tune out any kb-ing people with willpower.

This jack really very siao one lor, his temper is atrocious, and he trashes out at anyone, colleagues or boss. He doesnt scold me, but will just roll his eyes and zeerk me whenever I ask him something.

To be fair la, out of everyone in the office he treats me the best le, and he even help me extend my freelance period a few times. He told me he like the way I do my work, supposedly I ask just enough qns to do my work, and I dont ask any redundant qns; supposedly I did my work very well and I dont siam tasks even if it is not within my freelance jobscope.

But siao meh, you hire me to edit autocad plans I edit lor. If you want me to photostate a book, I can stand at the machine for 1 hr I also wouldnt mind. If you ask me to print a series of files then arrange into chronological order I dont mind too. If you want me to sit at receptionist area to stand in for 2 hrs while playing minesweeper I will just clap my hands in glee!

But well, he seems to think I'm a good worker lor, he even ask me if I want to cont to work in the company, he will help me put in a good word. I could, but I didnt. Because I didnt want to work design full time.

I was supposed to be working there for 2 days, but it prolonged till beyond 7 wks. I still think jack was going to ask me to stay on, until we had an arguement.

I wanted to take leave to prepare for my graduation ceremony, but because work isnt completed, I thought it is very mei yi qi to take whole day, so I sms jack to ask him can I take half day off? He sd "Happy half day."

Come next day, just before I was going to leave, he asked me to attend a meeting with him and with the boss. I didnt want to, but I thought if it's a while nevermind lor, so I went. But the meeting dragged on, and when the boss stepped aways to answer a call, I asked jack can I leave? He asked me why and I told him I already informed him tt I will be taking half day off?

He refused to comprehend, and retorted whether I've inform admin department before hand? I told him I never did because I had always been directly under him, taking his instuctions and all, I never knew I had to inform admin team like the perms. He got very agitated, and ask me to "get out of the room".

I paused, totally because I was appalled he used such a phrase on me, then pushed back my chair and walked out. I passed by the boss but I didnt stop. I had to use every muscle I had on me to prevent myself from hurling vulgarities at the top of my voice. Who cares man, I am just a freelancer, I just dowan my reputation lor!

But wo ren! I walked back to my desk then started to pack my things then started to murmur under my breathe every vulgarities I've ever heard of. I told the coursemate that jack siao one! And I took my things and left.

After that wkend I still went back for work, and within a few days the latest 'extension' would have ended. Usually jack will extend my expiry date, by a wk or so each time, by informing me around 2 or 3 days before the last projected expiry date reaches. But after that wkend, I refused to talk to him.

I just do the necessary job, and ask him qns with a voice void of any hint of recognision. I simply ask qns by circling an area of doubt, paired with the minimum words I need to get my question understood. I would just leave the print out on his table, and drop my hands to the side of my body, and ask him non-commitantly, "this is under layer 'flooring' or 'built'?" He answered, I said my thanks and snatch the paper off the table and walk away.

A bit rude, but he was rude to begin with mah.

He came to my desk a few times trying to speak to me, and for the first time ever, he spoke to me in gentlest voice that I've ever heard from him before. But the damage had been done, I refused to be appeased.

When my expiry date on the job came, I just finished all the work that I manage, then wrote an A4 page long of all the work I've done, including where the printouts are, and where I've completed to, and where are all the files located on the public drive and etc. And then I left and refused to answer his calls after that.

Scurry he wants to scold me for some uncompleted work, but I also dont care lor.

Haha.


Ok la, to sum it all up, I am really very stubborn. I shall cont to worry about not being able to find a job, but meanwhile still reject jobs on whim.

I'm a discontented bitch.

What is tension headache?

On mc today cos my head is throbbing with pain. The doctor say it might be migraine or tension headache. Asked him how to define migraine, doctor said that if the pain occurs at one side of the head, then will shift to the other side, if the pain is a throbbing kind of pain, and if I feel like vomitting, these are symtoms of migraine.

I dont feel like puking, but the part of the pain being at one side of the brain and move to the other side, and the throbbing description fits my pain exactly leh.

Sigh.

But doctor say it could be tension headache, so he have me some 'relaxant', on top of my regular ponstan pills. These pills are really my saviours leh, they really stop my headaches (the common panadols doesnt help usually). Unfortunately, it only effects after 30mins or so.

Which is very good already la. You think what, xian dan ar? But when the pain occurs, it is really unbearable. I would either tear because I feel sad (dunno why I feel sad too, is it because the places of my head that hurts gang gang hao control my tear ducts?

If not because of the weird sense of sadnees, it would be because it is so painful that it made me cry. Hen chan leh!

Shopping

Sang k again yday with mashi, then bought a lot of mics items.
*points an accusing finger at daiso*

Purchases include:
••• Value pack of pantyliners, 120 for $7.90
••• Nivea eye cream, $12.50
••• Jelly eye mask, $2.00
••• Za box (2nd pic too), $25.50
••• Box of incenses and another packet of 320 incenses, $4.00
••• Small handheld fan, $2.00

Had to buy the Za box because it is cheap. As much as I promised myself not to spend money, foundation is essential la. Originally one refill cost $16.90, but now for 2 it costs $25.20, and it comes with a free replacement foundation box (nevermind I have too many already). And yah, also includes a pink flowery pouch. Not tt kind flimsy nua nua material hor, it's firm and can stand one hor. Hmmpph!

And I bought 120 of the pantyliners because I love to buy sanitary pads. Bian tai I know, so what? I love to buy and stock up in different brands and sizes and for various uses. Kua kua kua.

Then leh, national day, also cannot forget to mention a little of singapore la. I am not too interested, not even interested enough to watch the telecast on tv.

But I boliao-ly snapped these for the sake of blogging.

Jurong also got fang yan hua. But my wu-wu-dong-dong is better at taking day shots, or rather, I feel it takes photographs like the old manual kind of cameras. The kind that you need to set it on tripod stands and wait for the aperture to capture enough lights to form the picture, the kind that can take lines of light from the cars' headlights as they sped by.

My point is, I couldnt take a decent photograph because I was very far away from the fireworks, meaning comparatively there is a huge ratio of darkness. Also it means that it takes a lot of seconds to snap a single picture.

Many pictures also ended up showing only smoke, or the whole stupid fireworks look like a ball of deformed glow in the dark plastercine.

So this is the only picture that turned out slightly decent.

*Bows and apologise*

After that waited by my window for the stupid mobile column to come by. Sai lor, I waited for so long, all I see is still the stupid red vehicle. It is supposed to kai lu for the mobile column... But my patience wore thin after 16 seconds of wait and I excused myself from the aluminium and went to eat cottonbuds.

See!! Got that kind of light lines caused by speeding vehicles.


And, dunno is it because jurong is one of the key places this yr for the national day celebration, there are just too many flags being hung la! Flags hung from nowhere leading to nowhere, flags mimicking kites in the air, flags having illegal gatherings, etc.

The last long pic is clickable, but because I am simply too lazy to cross the road to take a pic of the flags up close, you can see the flags dotting the pic la. Really a lot of them leh. I think my constituency is too free completed with an enthusiatically active bunch of boliaos nice neighbours.

But you will definately walk away from my estate shaking your head. Why the fuck must there be so many flags? Among which, the 6th pic (on the right just above the paranoma) is the best lor. This string of flags began from a random wall of my block and ended on a random branch on the tree.

Dont even suggest, cos being a believer in all things beautiful, I took a closer look, hoping to be able to spot some ingenious rational behind the two ends of the string. In the end? None. Absolutely no rational at all. It looked more like there's a string of flags left over and the people are too lazy to string it from one block at another like in pic 3, so they just tie it to the tree after they took down their packet of teh-o-bing from the same branch.

Ok la, enough crap. Tomorrow have to go for some stupid course. Sigh. I want to leave the job already why still ask me to attend? I already xiang kai le. I need to work for another 5 yrs first before I can go study the diploma. By then I will be very old. 27. By the time I graduate I will be super old already. But never mind lor, suan le lor. I need to work until 65 anyway. 35 yrs also long enough to kill me anyway. Haha.

Haiz

I'm sad.

1. I cant take another tuition grant for my studies, meaning I have to pay $42,000 to study my diploma.

2. I dont have tt kind of money.

3. I'm going to be out of job soon.

4. I dont know how many more years I need to work until I can embark on my studies again. 28? 35? Let me die la.

5. I've spent a lot of money and I am still happily justifying my buys. I'm a bitch.


As a sidetrack, the only good thing that happen to me is that a supervisor who sits in front of me asked me do I want to go to the customer service hotline department. Seems like he is quite ok with recommending me.

But the fucked part, I dowan to. I may not be able to find a job, but I cannot take a job as a customer service hotline officer. My patience wears thin too quickly and easily, and I dowan to diminish any good impression my colleagues had of me.

I quickly evolved into a demon when I am just slightly mad, and I am the picture defination for the phrase 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' in the dictionary.

So your guess is as good as mine, I shouldnt be able to make it as a good customer service hotline officer. But still, I am very touched that kenny asked leh. It is like how lao ban asked me as a quick interview before a more actual interview for this current contract job.

I feel remembered.

God knows why I felt such an extreme lack of that in my life that I want to weep silently to a piece of tissue paper, then use the edges to dab at my eyes while hopping my mascara hasnt run.
Like today, I had to do some stupid test at work. A total of 6 colleagues informed me, lao ban inclusive, and I felt so taken cared of.

I didnt know kenny the supp until I stepped into this office after our branched office moved back. My seat was pre-assigned by god-knows-who and I am sitting smack diagonal to kenny. That time I was feeling quite tensed cos I dont know who this person is and why the fuck do I need to be sitting so near to him leh?

Is it because constant supervision is necessary to ensure I do my work? No what! I do my work properly hor!

Eventually I just let my guard down and enjoy this supp's wit la. His direct subordinates joked around with him and he always have some clever comeback. I always laugh despite myself, while evesdropping on their conversations.

So I am delighted that he actually even considered me as one of his possible candidates. Nevermind am I one of the last he recalled, or that I am not going to take up the offer, I am really appreciative that he remembered.

Thank you, Kenny.

DesignGrid

DesignGrid

Updated (nov11): they moved and I didnt know. Oops. The new site.

Interesting website.

Slay that procrastinator!

How? Procrastinating-ly, I still havent pack my wardrobe, but I am quite determined to get the a new one. I think I should be packing up all the mess first because given that you give me the wardrobe FOC now I also cant accept it cos the clutter is still in the way. Arggghhh!!!

I am seriously contemplating to take mc on wed. One one hand I can go take more migrain pills, I think I will stock up while the company is still reimbursing. Soon, I shall have to pay for my own pills. =p.

Then I want to pack the fuck up la! And when the fuck is my next scheduled leave! I think sept. Shit.

I need to pack (please dont go fish out my previous entries about the same topic hor) my wardrobe!!!!!!!!

I hope that 8 exclaimation marks reminds me of the urgency.

Let's hope this schedule is plausible.
••• by 14 aug •••
pack at least 1/4 of the wardrobe
••• by 21 aug •••
shop and order a wardrobe, pack another 1/4
••• by 28 aug •••
pack another 1/4
••• by 04 sep •••
finish packing the fucked up wardrobe, and I clear up the table by dumping all shopping bags in my brother's room.
••• by 11 sep •••
expect new wardrobe to arrive, and I cont my mess into it.

Looks quite slack right, I cant expect too much from myself like allocating one single afternoon for my wardrobe because I will just look at the mess and tear my hair out as I realise there is ABSOLUTELY so way I can finish the packing within 6 or 7 hrs.

Eventually I would have settled down comfortably on this computer chair to blog or email or whatever.

Trust me, I know. Because that is what happened today. -_-"

Lalalala.

Leng mo bei hou tou zhe wen rou, wo hai ji de shui zai si hou, dan ni di zhe dou, wo zhan zai chuan dou...

Nah, never got to sing this song. I really ought to go sing k alone again soon. There are so many songs that I want to sing but whenever I go with someone else I never had the chance to go thru all the songs.

Maybe I'll just ask a friend along then I'll spike his drink so that he falls into a deep slumber. Then I will push all the duets to the end of the session, and by then I'll slap him awake.

Today went singing with camilla and meow at party world orchard. I usually dont like to go singing at party world because the lighting effects make their place look like some sleazy joints. Comparatively, Kbox looks so jian kang lor.

And, I hate it that pw forces you to take a plate of fruits and 2 bowls of tidbits. Siao meh, you think I dont know what the management is thinking ar?

"吃啊，吃啊，吃多一点。最好咸死你。咸就所叫一杯水啦。$7 而已嘛。"

Kns.



The time's up and we are ready to leave. The drinks are emptied into our stomach, later down the toilet bowls and sewage pipes, but the tidbits leh? Interesting! They are still sitting in the bowls!

At least we finished half of the fruits.

At kbox, if we are singing at the 2-6 slot, the price is ard the same but there are two drinks. That is so much wu hua. The stupid tidbits at the most cost like 30¢ ok! Especially when they are poured out of gallon-capacity pails. Buy in bulk = very cheap.

Maybe I am finding excuses, or maybe I am just really not used to singing at pw, but I seems not to be on form today. Hmmmpph. I am too intimidated by meow already la! She is very soft spoken but her voice is not that kind thin and wispy kind. I am impressed!

I am forever in awe of girls who can sing male artistes' songs. To date, I only hv three male artistes' songs to my name, 江南(林俊杰), 安静(周杰伦), and May I Love You (张智诚). As much as I like to sing, I dont have much techniques. I listen to a lot of songs and I can sing to the songs while they are shuffling on my playlist.

But there are a lot of songs that I cant sing at karaoke. I cant sing songs by male artistes because my vocal range sides the higher scale. I cant sing fast numbers because I cant sing lyrics that 叠来叠去, that kind that dont give you chance to breathe. I'll just keep singing until my face turn purple and I fall over, much dead.

So when meow can sing duets with me, I want to kowtow to her can? We sang bei ji xue and ni zui zhen gui, and she can still catch the keys leh!

Me ar, given 98% of the time, once I start to sing a male artiste's song, my pitch goes all haywire and I will change pitch at least twice in the song. I'll start with a low pitch, but along the song I will unawarely tuned my pitch until I reached the chorus.

By then I need to lower my pitch again because I wont be able to carry thru the song. Ok la, or in short, if the artiste's natural pitch range isnt within my range, I am not able to sing the song. I dont key-up, so I will just squeeze my shoulders together while I'm singing those low pitches, as though that help me expand my vocal range.

It doesnt, of course.

-_-"

So I will cleverly just choose songs by artistes that suit my vocal range, then among these, with experience, I've known of a list of songs which I can easily sing. And also a list of songs that I cant sing. These are usually the songs whose first line is kns-ly low pitched.

世界是圆的，我想我们会再见面。。。
你眼睛会笑，弯成一条桥。。。
心若倦了，泪也干了，这分真心难分难了。。。

And like I blogged before, there are some songs that I must sing when ever I go sing k, nvm my companions ever heard the songs before or not.

Among which, this song by 陶晶莹 is my 逢到必点. I think the only reason why this part of their karaoke disc is not grown with fungi is because I will sing it every time I go.

So far, I havent known of anyone who already know the song before I sang it, rather they heard me sing until they know how to sing the song. Haha.

瘸鸟

2 new pairs

Here, as usual.
(I've decided to keep some of my posts short because my blog is crawling with words. And I will bian-tai-ly post pics of my jewellery because it brightens up the blog with the dainty colours.

Hee.

Ikea

Ikea's ecatalogue! Loads very fast and can zoom.

Contemplation

I want to buy a new wardrobe leh.

If you were to describe my room as being in the tornado's path, all I can say is that you are really just too kind.

My room look more like a pack of ravenous wolves scavenging through looking for food. Nevermind there isnt a single morsel in my room to feed a lizard.

I keep all the taste-related mess out of my room. That is the least I can do la.

I've got too many things in my room. I am guilty of hoarding stuff. Not that I want to find excuse, but who ask me to be borned into the cancer zodiac leh? It is in my characteristics to keep a lot of wu eh boh eh. I am such a typical cancerian.

That is why I want to buy a new wardrobe. Although I am losing my job very soon, by the end of november - when my contract ends, I am still buying a lot of things leh.

Shoes? Check.
Blouses? Check.
Skirts? Check.
Bags? Check.
Earrings? Check.

-_-"

Doesnt really sound like a person in a silent despair that she is going to join the pool of unemployed, does she? She is still spending TOO much!

You may say it is a bad splurging habit that I've accustomed to ever since I've got a proper paycheck. But like I've always maintained, I keep my purchases small. But shopping is a way to make myself happier. Sounds like a lame excuse again I know, but as long as I am not wiping my acct clean I shouldnt be so hard on myself la hor?

I dont exactly have a good life la. Always felt a social reject at home and therefore it is comforting beyond your imagination when I cuddle up in my room reading, or just being with my worldly possessions.

It's sad I know, to be deliriously happy while spending so much money, but I am really delighted among my hills of shopping bags.

And so my whole digression leads to, I need a new wardrobe to keep all my stuff. What? A person with 2 wardrobes sound so kua zhang? Really meh? I dont care what you think.

Of course I should pack up my old wardrobe first before really confirming whether I need a new wardrobe. But whether I need a new wardrobe or not is not wholly dependant on me having too much clothes. It is just if I need to get a storage place I might as well get a wardrobe.

I have no intentions to keep my clothes in bookshelves leh, although I am completely fine with keeping books in wardrobes.

If I have a new wardrobe, I can take away the tekgou in my room. Currently because my old wardrobe is bursting at the nails, I have to prop up a tekgou across a corner of my room to hang my clothes. Hmmm not much la, but I've got at least 40 pieces of clothes exposed to dust this way.

I dont believe in squeezing in my clothes to fit my wardrobe because I dont see the point of not being able to flip your clothes while you are looking through them.

What? I am supposed to recognise my clothes by their sleeves ar? Chey.

At the moment, my old wardrobe is facing this situation. I leave most of my common worn clothes outside in the dust while my dresses and dorothy perkins and the such gets a much-coveted space in the wardrobe.

The new wardrobe will not be just for clothes of course! No matter I am getting a 2 door or 3 door wardrobe, there are definately 2 drawers mah hor. That is the standard wardrobe template.

I want to use one of the drawers to put my books and cds. Period. The bottom drawer will do fine. Then the current low shelves I use to contain my books will be used to keep all the shoes (in shoeboxes) that I cant wear already yet I dont bear to throw away because these few pairs cost more than $50 each seldom have chance to wear.

I also need space to keep all my bags!!

So should I get a 2 door or 3 door leh? On one hand I would love more space to play with, on the other hand I might not have enough space for a 3 door wardrobe. Definately can fit inside the room, and the conservative ppl would bounce thru the concrete roof when they see how I intend to orientate this new member among my other furniture.

Also, a 3 door wardrobe more expensive leh! =P

I dont need a very nice looking one la, although one would improve my mood greatly. Then again, my whole room is already a weird union of too many bland and ugly furniture, I welcome another one to the company.

How leh? So I should be packing my old wardrobe to my best capability first, confirm cant contain the mess liao then I go buy a new wardrobe? And also, will be throwing out a old study table cos I need proper storage. Shopping bags on the table top doesnt composite a proper storage does it?

Wha rau!

Sai gang!!

My friend ask me to check the saving accts' interest rates of all the bank in singapore.

Fuck leh. A lot of work lor! Still have to look thru all the bloody websites to find the necessary info. Knn.


Dbs: 0.125%
Ocbc: 0.125%
Uob: 0.150%
Abn Amro: Cant read the fucked foreign language la
Deutsche Bank: Dont have singapore under country selection
Ctb: No mention
Hsbc: 0.125%

Dowan to find le. Lazy liao.

Nabei. Now he want hong leong.

Not that I mind doing such things for friends leh. But my migrain is really acting up. SHIT!

New shoes!

Looking Good - Exfoliation Tips

Publication : Looking Good - Exfoliation Tips - Gopher Archive: "To exfoliate or not to exfoliate, that is the question... WHy should your skin be exfoliated? Think of it this way, when you peel an onion, you usually discard the outer layer to get to the 'better' part of the onion. The same is true with your skin, the outer layer is full of debri that can make skin look dull and prevent regeneration of new skin cells by increasing blood flow to the skin... Exfoliating is an easy process and takes little time. Making it a part of your skin's daily routine will let the glow come through... Take a tablespoon of sugar in the palm of your hand, (raw sugar works the best, but regular sugar is better than none). Add a few drops of olive oil to mix the sugar together. Gently rub it on your face, concentrating on the lines and creases in your face. Rinse with warm, not hot water and lightly moisturize..."

Sigh

Sigh.

There goes another pair of wearable heals. I really dont understand how come my fate with shoes is always this ill.

I've got straps that break, heels that chips, shoes that are too snug in front and too lose behind, shoes's leather skin that came scrapped off after one wear, etc etc.

To complete my suayness, I am now experiencing rubber parts of the heals falling off. -_-"

Sigh, how come I can never buy a pair of shoes that is comfortable, doesnt burn my feet, straps doesnt break, heel's rubber doesnt break away, at least 2 inches tall, pretty design, snug but not tight, and doesnt cost me an arm and a leg and a feet and whatever?

Ok la, I guess dont have such good things in life. Either I spent a good hundred or two hundred bucks I have to be satisfied with heels that look nice and cost less than $30 or $40 but slowly disintergrates after a few uses.

Sad, but what can I do?

I already tried to superglue all new pair of shoes, but that doesnt prevent straps from snapping or detaching. Then what the fuck can I do about the heels? Drill more nails into the heel issit? Or scotch-taped it mercilessly like what I am doing to the broken bit right NOW. I managed to place the small bit back in place at the end of the heel, but it is only hanging precociously.

So what did I do? I held it in place, stomped on it a couple of times but it doesnt seem secured, so I ended up deciding to scotch tape it. -_-"

Trust me, without superglue around, this is the best solution already. Ugly, no doubt, but there is only so much a helpless girl with a drooping rubber on her heel can do.

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Came back from lunch and the rubber part has begin to drop off AGAIN! I am going to slap someone to vent my pent-up peevishness. Now I think I'll just fuck care and ignore it la. Worse come to worst go send it for repair lor. $2 each side only mah.

^(#$%^&*%)_(+_#$T*&

I hope I will survive home la.



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I am a genius.

I bought the rubber parts that people usually use to adhere to the bottom of the legs of furnitures and cut it into small parts to replace the rubber. Smart right?

Super easy, just place the heel on the square piece (one side is adhesive too!) and cut away excess. I think dont even need to superglue it futher cos upon wearing will further impress the heel and rubber together what.

Save on glue too.

And if it eloped to be together with some fucktard cracks I shall just wed another. Simple does it.

Anyway, it's $1 for 9 pieces and super glue at $1 too. What's that? 12¢ leh!! The stupid uncle will charge me $2, and no one can assure it will not fall off again. Right.

I declare! I am a genius!

Tomorrow I will go stock up more so that I'll never need to fret. And I shall get that kind of elephant superglue cos the one I bought today, though strong, appeared too yellow. On black shoes I can fuck care la. But my pink heels leh?

Five People You Meet in Heaven

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