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Woe to us women!
And.... I'm back!
With a flu and fever and cough, etc, etc, etc.
My trip to KL was so packed. Reunion dinner, family dinners, etcetc. I'll make time for meetups the next trip round!
When I got back, my flatmate was 101% super on about mahjong already so I joined in and drawed one game and lost $35 on the next. What the hell!!
My cards were damn nice for 3 rounds. Qing Yi Ser leh!! Shit. And someone decided it's funny to do a 1 fan hu. OoooOoOooo!! I feel almost murderous!
Anyhow, I haven't had the "FEELING" to upload my photos and do a proper post yet, so just let me share with you what I received in the mail. :)
Woe to us women indeed!!
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CNY Hiatus
Gong Hei Fatt Choy everyone!
I'm going to face the massive human jam that promises to choke me with funky smells emitting from people of all races, drive me nuts by seeing with my very own eyes how stupid some people can be and make me sigh in absolute resignation.
This human jam is already taking place as we speak with the hordes of Malaysians going home for CNY. And no thanks to the Singaporeans who decide to go to Malaysia via the woodlands causeway during this season as well.
I have armed myself with food. With a book. With music. And a very tired soul (can sleep!).
I will be in KL till Tuesday, 27th Jan with little or no internet access. Shiok. Okay maybe not cos I want to watch my Taiwanese Drama online, but hey, stupid maxis internet is slower than my turtle making its way across the room. So there. Little or no internet access.
Anyway, the purpose of this post is to wish all of you Happy Chinese New Year. May good luck, good fortune, great job, loads of money, family harmony, peace and happiness all find its way into each and every one of you and your loved ones' lives.
I will be away so no updates till I am back. :) Happy Holidays everyone!
*edited at 5.55pm*
OMFG. I AM A COMPLETE IDIOT.
YES.
I.
FORGOT.
MY.
PASSPORT.
So dammit!!! I am going to have to trouble my housemate to bring it to me to AMK MRT and luckily that's on the way to Kranji MRT.
It still pisses me off because I was hurrying to finish my work so that I can take the 7pm KTM train to JB!!!
1. Take KTM train to JB - EASIEST (if the malaysia-operated train does not put me aeroplane and just not show up)
2. Go to Queenstown and take SJE/CW2 bus - not too bad except LONG QUEUES and POSSIBLE LONG JAM along BKE
3. Take MRT all the way till Kranji MRT and change to CW1/170 - long mrt ride (40mins!!!), long queue for the bus (if there is even a queue, cos otherwise it will be a MAD RUSH aka molesting opportunities!!!) and f$%king shit, possible long bus queue to custom as well.
Number 1 is the best but sigh. I missed it cos of my own stupidity and now, guess what, see here
The WHOLE CAUSEWAY IS JAMMED. With cars.
Now, that is not necessarily a bad thing cos you can just sit on the bus, be resigned and sleep or something. But SHIT, the whole causeway got NO BUSES!!! I CAN SEE NO BUSES!!!
NO BUSES = SHORTAGE OF BUS SERVICES = LOTS OF PEOPLE QUEUEING UP AT KRANJI MRT AND QUEENSTOWN = LONG HUMAN JAM WITHOUT BUS!
Shit.
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Rome - The Vatican
7th May 2008 - Day 10 (Rome)
After my morning meet with the Pope, I make my way back to the square to meet up with my arranged tour of the day! I went with Romaround Tour because the lady, Elaine was very knowledgeable and made us feel comfortable. After signing up for their Colisuem tour with Roberto (which we bumped into by chance and joined it. Wtf LOL), they gave us a complimentary tour of the Palatino Hill which Elaine made immensly intriguing. It was just a pile of ruins as you can see here but her words and passion for the history alone made the whole place come to life. As if by magic, I see the assassin of the Domitian Flavian come to life. Thank you Elaine.
Elaine is canadian and she was very easy to understand. They claim that all their guides have English as their first language. Except for Roberto I guess - since he's the owner and a native.
Anyway moving on, we paid €45 for Adult (includes Admission Fee of €19.50) for a 3 hour guided tour of the whole place. Before coming by here, I knew and was prepared for the amount of money I have to spend on guides. Rome is a wonderful city, immensely rich with history and what's left today are mostly ruins that can only come alive if you know about such stuff or you have a guide.
The Vatican City is a HUGE HUGE HUGE place. I don't have forever in Rome so we decided to just splurge, enjoy the best the Vatican has to offer and be off to the other places.
Before we embarked on this trip to Rome, neither Duckie nor I had any particular interest in Renaissance art. I was, as usual, flippant, about it all, just wanting to see everything with an empty open mind. And Duckie, as usual, is strongly inclined to everything chinese only.
What we didn't know is that I'll walk out a fan of Michangelo's Sculptures and Duckie, a fan of mythical sculptures by various artists.
Enough of TALK. Here's the Vatican Museuem and the experience of a lifetime.
The entrance whispers of the secrets it holds within.
Sorry, I just had to take a couple more pictures of the clowned swiss guards.
The Vatican Gardens. I don't know why I took a picture of the cone. It looked really majestic though. Looking out onto the gardens.
The gardens. It was a freaking hot day. Impossibly scorching! It wasn't too bad once I stepped into some shade but otherwise, it was SCORCHING in every sense. The guide had to choose this place here to give a introduction to the Sistine Chapel.
Here's some random pictures here and there of the Vatican Museum inside, taken while I was gawking at some painting or having my breath taken away from the stories Elaine told.
Everything was huge! From the paintings, to the domes to even this bowl (above)!
One of the main sculptures that we did see was the Laocoon (above) was over 1500 years old when it was found when Michelangelo was alive.
There is the Sistine Chapel, the Raphael Rooms, a Caravaggio, a Leonardo, and three Raphaels. The Transfiguration by Raphael is nothing short of breath taking. It was painted for St. Peter's but because of the risk of dry rot it was moved to the Pinacoteca in the Vatican. Again, I cannot stress how big everything was. The paintings were amazing, but the first thing that always was in awe of was how big they were.
My Other Posts in Rome:
All through my primary, secondary and tertiary education, museums were boring (read: the ones I've been to) as boring could ever mean. But the Vatican... one word: SPECTACULAR.
The guide brought the otherwise passive marbled statues to life. They represented blood, war, victory, love, sex, good and bad. It was all very surreal.
There is the Sistine Chapel, the Raphael Rooms, a Caravaggio, a Leonardo, and three Raphaels. The Transfiguration by Raphael is nothing short of breath taking. It was painted for St. Peter's but because of the risk of dry rot it was moved to the Pinacoteca in the Vatican. Again, I cannot stress how big everything was. The paintings were amazing, but the first thing that always was in awe of was how big they were.
A4? What's A4? They have paintings that fill the WHOLE ceiling. And they certainly don't scrimp on the stories they can tell on even a large space.
There's so much more but what fun is there if I show you everything? =)
My Other Posts in Rome:
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My Friend - The Joker
I tell you, my friend is such a joker.
Here's a little something she did to brighten up my day.
*P.s.: Fabbie, in case you really wanted the word in chinese, it should be "Bu Fang Bian". LOL!!
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More about Insanity called Love and Marriage
I got a wonderful comment from Ed. I have enough to make this into another post.
This is his comment about my last post on marriage.
Ed said...
Are you aware, among the divorces involving infidelity, that the statistics of cheating wives supersede those of cheating husbands since 2000? Of course, this is one of those statistics circulating within the legal circle.
Cohabitation is just an easy way out for those who are unwilling to bear the responsibilities. At a point in my life, I was like you. But over times I began questioning myself, if I am unwilling to bear the responsibility, who am I to expect my other half to bear it? Chicken and egg question, but it does magnify that in the modern world, we think of ourselves more than for our partners. :)
Take away all the talks of womens' financial power etc, let's get back to the basics. It is this great divide out of selfishness for ourselves that contributed to many divorces. Simply, the old teaching of "what we can give our partners" is no longer present in modern marriages. It's all about "what I can reap from my partner".
January 16, 2009 11:55 AM
Ed, I agree. That was definitely not a post about how men are cheating bastards, etc etc. Because of the way women have evolved, we are doing all the nasty things that men used to be known to do (cheating, lying, extra marital affairs etc).
Sigh, and yes, it's all about "what I can reap from my partner" now. Will he give me happiness, security, support, respect, and be there forever? Is he financially sound? Will he be a financial, physical and emotional burden? Will he be a partner (someone on even ground) or a burden?
It's no longer about "what I can do for him". Like will I be able to give him happiness? Will I be able to give birth to and raise his kids well? Will I fit into his family? Will I be able to learn how to cook all his favourite dishes..?
I'm glad for all those who found happiness in marriage. I'm just not convinced it's right for me. YET (maybe.)
I think of cohabitation as the easy way out because there are no ties that bind. There are no "I Do"s to be broken (these break the heart forever), there are no explanations to be done to families on either side on why it didn't work out (more so compared to if just GF & BF and a chinese marriage is never just about 2 individuals), no hefty lawyer fees, no messy divorce agreements..... and those are all benefits both sides stand to gain from.
Sigh, and yes, it's all about "what I can reap from my partner" now. Will he give me happiness, security, support, respect, and be there forever? Is he financially sound? Will he be a financial, physical and emotional burden? Will he be a partner (someone on even ground) or a burden?
It's no longer about "what I can do for him". Like will I be able to give him happiness? Will I be able to give birth to and raise his kids well? Will I fit into his family? Will I be able to learn how to cook all his favourite dishes..?
I'm glad for all those who found happiness in marriage. I'm just not convinced it's right for me. YET (maybe.)
I think of cohabitation as the easy way out because there are no ties that bind. There are no "I Do"s to be broken (these break the heart forever), there are no explanations to be done to families on either side on why it didn't work out (more so compared to if just GF & BF and a chinese marriage is never just about 2 individuals), no hefty lawyer fees, no messy divorce agreements..... and those are all benefits both sides stand to gain from.
In a MSN conversation with him, we talked about how in 2001 alone, 64% of broken marriages in those filed as adultery/infidelity as the reason were made up of cheating wives. Scary right. He said that the news is full of how men cheat on wives. Few or none are otherwise. I say there are but the men usually kill the wife or the wife's lover and then the focus of the story is MURDER (which is more news worthy than sex). Hahaha!
Eugene's blog is full of his love for his wife and children. Sometimes reading his feelings and his experiences seem like a page from a storybook. But I know Eugene is flesh and blood and real. So I'm really happy for him.
Sigh, cheating is taken so commonplace nowadays. Can't I be a princess in a storybook and live happily ever after with my prince?
Ok fine, I get it, I can't.
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Why should I believe in marriage?
The divorce rates are so high now. We seem to be reduced to a 50-50 chance at happiness after marriage!
So is Love an insanity curable by marriage?
I wonder if this is the result of a developed country. A quick glance at the world divorce records show that the current marriages in developed countries are nothing but a one day renewable contract.
Men never changed over the years (using never loosely here) but women now hold jobs and earn as much if not more than the men... so that means that while the men have been the ones constantly the same, the once docile, domesticated species known as women, started having the same privileges as men and then we find that women don’t seem to work as hard at marriage as all female ancestors. Modern women no longer have that “this is the man I marry, so his name is what I will carry to my deathbed, through everything” mentality (can it be called a mentality? Or maybe sickness (since the men then were pompous, conceited bullies))
Now it seems to me that the time has come when both men and women have to work equally hard at the marriage for our future generations to still associate “happily ever afters” with the all-wondrous word marriage used to stand for.
Men can’t sit back, earn money, have a fling or two at his whim and fancy and watch the women take care of the home and be content with putting bread on the table anymore. Women then used to have no income. They used to have no rights. They used to be a means to a family and a property to own.They used to believe in fairytales and love.
Now women are life partners.
I used to think I come from a fairly normal and happy family till several years back. Maybe it was several years back when I really grew up and saw more than what I used to think was clearly defined shades of black and white.
What do I do when I am of age to marry? Why do we need marriage when co-habiting might just be almost the same, without the baggage? Oh no, listen to me! I call the whole telling-the-world-we’re-just-married-aka-wedding-dinner/party saga baggage. Gosh. And I thought I believed in romance and fairytales.
You know how the saying goes “it just takes one bad apple to spoil the barrel”. Indeed isn’t it? Sometimes I cross paths with the married people, with kids, and they go to work and they go home, and the next day they come back, they are still married. Sometimes I meet men who are really sweet to talk about their kids and wife.
But then the little nagging memory of the stories of those who aren’t as lucky to find their marriage vows sincere just keeps me jadedly thinking that there are more to the pretty married life some people tend to paint. The dark secrets nobody wants anybody to know.
I wonder if this is the result of a developed country. A quick glance at the world divorce records show that the current marriages in developed countries are nothing but a one day renewable contract.
Men never changed over the years (using never loosely here) but women now hold jobs and earn as much if not more than the men... so that means that while the men have been the ones constantly the same, the once docile, domesticated species known as women, started having the same privileges as men and then we find that women don’t seem to work as hard at marriage as all female ancestors. Modern women no longer have that “this is the man I marry, so his name is what I will carry to my deathbed, through everything” mentality (can it be called a mentality? Or maybe sickness (since the men then were pompous, conceited bullies))
Now it seems to me that the time has come when both men and women have to work equally hard at the marriage for our future generations to still associate “happily ever afters” with the all-wondrous word marriage used to stand for.
Men can’t sit back, earn money, have a fling or two at his whim and fancy and watch the women take care of the home and be content with putting bread on the table anymore. Women then used to have no income. They used to have no rights. They used to be a means to a family and a property to own.
Now women are life partners.
I used to think I come from a fairly normal and happy family till several years back. Maybe it was several years back when I really grew up and saw more than what I used to think was clearly defined shades of black and white.
What do I do when I am of age to marry? Why do we need marriage when co-habiting might just be almost the same, without the baggage? Oh no, listen to me! I call the whole telling-the-world-we’re-just-married-aka-wedding-dinner/party saga baggage. Gosh. And I thought I believed in romance and fairytales.
You know how the saying goes “it just takes one bad apple to spoil the barrel”. Indeed isn’t it? Sometimes I cross paths with the married people, with kids, and they go to work and they go home, and the next day they come back, they are still married. Sometimes I meet men who are really sweet to talk about their kids and wife.
But then the little nagging memory of the stories of those who aren’t as lucky to find their marriage vows sincere just keeps me jadedly thinking that there are more to the pretty married life some people tend to paint. The dark secrets nobody wants anybody to know.
I have 4 close friends who had to go through shot-gun marriages. So far, only 1 marriage is still intact. Despite the more commonly negative opinion of what'll happen to the child, I do hope that their children, no matter whether they are with the father or mother, grow up understanding that there was a lot more involved than whether their parents deserted them. It's sad really.
My secondary school friend, WL, my age, has 2 boys of her own now. One aged 3 and the other aged 2. I met up with her and her kids the other day and then I remembered that I never did like her children. I'm sorry but I have to be perfectly honest here. I never did like them because the both of them look like carbon copies of their father. Their father. And because I love WL, I really dislike everything he was as a husband, partner, friend and family to WL.
I know I am in no position to voice opinions on this so I never mentioned this to her. It was only until this recent meetup, whereby I spent a little more alone time with her children, that I realise the significance of the fact that the children are innocent and I am wrong to channel the misgivings I had for WL's husband to her children (even though they really look like their father).
The 3 yr old boy was hesitant to accept my offer of friendship at first but soon warmed up when I helped him complete a level in the PSP Ratatouille game.
And one more time I hear somebody ask me to go have a kid of my own when I say their kid is cute, I swear I will do something!!! BAD! Anything! Funny how I don’t know what exactly to do yet. Maybe try to emit lasers from my eyes subtly and halve the kid’s parents head horizontally. Messy. And not very subtle after all. Maybe something less the mess with twice the satisfaction. SIAO one leh!! Gosh, don't they think about the dreams and goals I might want to do and accomplish before I settle down!?
I’m 24. My brother’s 14. The things that happen in my family and to the people around me do affect my outlook. Imagine my brother, whose world is being shaped right as we speak. Someone told me, the world’s a perspective, and perspectives form the world. Dead right.
I wonder what goes on in that seemingly empty shell (private joke) that he calls his head? What kind of a man will he be? Will he be wary of marriage?
And one more time I hear somebody ask me to go have a kid of my own when I say their kid is cute, I swear I will do something!!! BAD! Anything! Funny how I don’t know what exactly to do yet. Maybe try to emit lasers from my eyes subtly and halve the kid’s parents head horizontally. Messy. And not very subtle after all. Maybe something less the mess with twice the satisfaction. SIAO one leh!! Gosh, don't they think about the dreams and goals I might want to do and accomplish before I settle down!?
I’m 24. My brother’s 14. The things that happen in my family and to the people around me do affect my outlook. Imagine my brother, whose world is being shaped right as we speak. Someone told me, the world’s a perspective, and perspectives form the world. Dead right.
I wonder what goes on in that seemingly empty shell (private joke) that he calls his head? What kind of a man will he be? Will he be wary of marriage?
But at the CRUX of all this is, knowing all this, does it make me smarter? It makes me more experienced, but does this make me smarter? Does knowing all this help me make the “right” decisions. And then again, what is right?
My granny has the most amazing faith. She’ll tell me stories of the man my father was and the person he is today. The difference. The change. So, I ask her, if that’s the case, why would anyone get married? People will change and the divorce rates are high and all, but she told not to think so much and get married because there’s the other 50% chance of finding happiness.
Well it made me feel better for awhile and then I am back to my mambo jumbo – hence this post.
What are your views on marriage in the 21st century? Are you as jaded as I am?
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It's time for a deep-tissue massage
Funny how massage centres have these fancy names for what is really just a massage with or without oil, with or without tools.
Swedish massage, Aromatherapy massage, Hot Stones massage, Shiatsu massage, Deep Tissue massage, Thai massage and so on.
Somehow they all seem the same. Fancy names.
Recently, I have this spot of pain down my back where I can't reach. It's a dull sort of pain but its ever so irritating. It is constantly reminding me I have a back and I have to keep shifting to get the nasty dull feeling to stop for awhile.
It feels like a pain that can be eased with massage.
My boss says it's a muscle spasm where the muscle refuses to relax.
Hmmm, its not the downward dog pose I did at yoga yesterday that triggered this right? Come to think of it, that was the first time I felt it!
It seems like a deep tissue massage will do the trick.
I can't really explain why or how. I think the pain is getting to me and making me dull. *help*
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My Shopping Woes
I am not a size XS like most other girls in Singapore. These people still think they are fat! Tell me if I should bitch-slap them!
While I may be subtly violent and unhappy about the fact that I am not XS or S sometimes, I am more or less resigned to what can only be best described as "not fat, just big".
When I go shopping, I avoid those generic ah-lian'ish kind of shop that sell everything at either a flat price or at a free-size vehemently.
Those shops sell clothes at an unrealistic size! How can free-size = XS? So unfair!
Those people who can fit those clothes are what I politely call "The clothes hanger". Makes sense what, everything also can wear. And wear it the way "designers" meant for it to be worn - on a stick thin mannequin person.
Me? I have broad shoulders (and I have yet to find out whose genes to thank for these), and shopping for tee-shirts is almost non-existent in my life. When I go into the fitting room, here is what happens:
i) my shoulders fit and armpits down, the tee-shirt hang like a bed sheet carelessly draped on me
ii) my shoulders don't fit, my waist fits and then I have difficulty getting out of the top after trying since it fits at my waist and can't go as wide as my shoulders.
iii) my shoulders fit and while like some ladies' tee, it has some curve shape to the waist area, that very same area will still hang loosely (if one size too big, if not then back to point ii) and make me look unnecessarily fatter.
Sigh. I hate tee-shirts. Baby tees should be for babies only. Why do grown women wear them nowadays!?
It's okay I tell myself. I don't need tee-shirts. Then I realise my arm looks big in almost everything that is sleeveless.
:(
And I go yoga 5 times a week! My arm doesn't look slender, what it looks like is a "GAU" (in Cantonese, loosely translated to mean "piece" in the most unflattering way possible) of something.
Now I have two "GAUS" of something as arms.
Or "LOKS" (in Cantonese, loosely translated to mean "rolls" in the most unflattering way possible)...
Or I should stop before I have no reason not to lock myself in a room forever.
Sigh, the woes of the very reason of living - shopping.
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Burger King In London
Let's just say it had a weird texture to it.
You know? Biting into so many small rolls...... tubes... whatever you call them. Heh.
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In Rome with a Bomb
*WARNING*
GROSS PHOTOS AHEAD!
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So I was in Rome when I got myself the BIGGEST, JUICEST Blister in my life.
SEE!
So painful! I mean it was alright if I didn't touch it. It was making me limp when I put my socks and shoes on. It was bothering my middle toe because the bloatness was growing into the "personal" space of the middle toe's!
I knew I had to do something after 3 days of walking with it. The situation deteriorated each day too.
I mustered up all the courage I never thought I had and popped it.
It was an amazingly satisfying feeling to squeeze the "juice" all out. SICK. But damn shiok leh! Surprisingly there was no pain. I used the hotel sewing needle and gently prodded it. And the "juice" oozed out.
Whewww!! I was so glad I let Duckie, my travel partner, convince me to do it! I walked a lot easier the next day and enjoyed my trip better!!
:D
P.s.: This was way back in May 2008
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Slimming Centres
I got complains!!
I went to De Beaute Salon to sign up a facial package. It's a treat for myself.
They advertised $288 for 10 X Collagen Facial. That's not too bad! So I thought I'll be quite happy with this one and went down to their office with glee.
I swore to myself that I will NOT be persuaded to spend beyond $500. NO! NO! NO!
And I walked out spending $723.32
Sigh.
It says Face. Skin. Body. Spa. But the sales consultant made it seem like they specialise in slimming!
Basket. I very the pissed. See they made me fill up a form that says this:
And they made every single potential customer fill up that survey form! Face, skin, body and spa leh! Not everyone comes here for slimming!!!
Have I always been overweight?
*ROAR*
WHO TOLD YOU I AM OVERWEIGHT IN THE FIRST PLACE!
Wah super insensitive man!!
The sales consultant kept pushing and pushing and in the end, weak, useless me, I relented and signed a $388 10 X Radio Frequency Anti-Cellulite Reduction which I don't even believe in or need!!!
(Well, since I believe I only ever need exercise to maintain a healthy weight.)
The only reason I did that was because they had too many things free free free lah! And the consultant KEPT saying that it's such a good deal, that she kept asking her friends to come sign up.
And here I was, knowing it's just another smart marketing ploy and fell right into it. Well, for every smart marketing ploy, I'm entitled to fall for it ONCE!
RIGHT? Right?
Ok, here's the deal. For $732.23 nett, I get the following:
10 X Collagen Facial (45 mins)
10 X Radio Frequency Anti-Cellulite Spot Reduction (10 mins)
10 X Ionto (30 mins) Body Wrap
20 X Presor (30 mins) Body Wrap
Sigh, okok lor. I didn't get the super happy and super high feeling I should get when I have given myself a treat. :(
INACCURATE ADVERTISING!
How can the authorities let this pass?
Check out this ad dated 17 Dec 2008, The Straits Times, Singapore.
#1: Buy 10 GET 10 FREE right? I thought was sign for 10 and get that same treatment 10 times free! So misleading! What they give you is something of lower value free. Then just state that up front lah!!
#2: This one is SUPER MISLEADING. SMS TODAY AND GET THE FOLLOWING FREE right? And they put a "worth $XX" there somemore you know? Let's take the Radio Frequency Face-lift for example. It says there "(worth $3,600)"!
So I asked them, since you giving me 1 session free for that, you mean your one session costs $3,600??
They gave me grandmother, merry-go-round story that basically concludes to mean that $3,600 is how much a PACKAGE of that Face-life is worth. Not what they are giving free. So how can they put it there??!?!
As a consumer, I see that, and naturally (no matter how unbelievable it seems to be getting $3,600 worth of something free) assume that they must mean that!
It's misleading. It's wrong. It's inaccurate.
Shame on De Beaute!
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Din Tai Fung's...
... yummy BAOS
Sesame Paste Buns. Super yummy. The bun part of it is so satisfying to bite into. The paste part is not too sweet.
And it comes steaming hot.
Gosh. I wanne run off to the nearest Din Tai Fung to get meself a coupla sesame baos now!!
P.s.: I have no idea why they look like what they look like.
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Stupid Shoe
Stupid woman - me!
Vain right? Buy new shoe. New Shoe right!?!?!
See what happened!!!
And you can't see, but I have 2 toes on each feet wrapped lovinly in plasters. :/
>.<
Gosh I limped from meeting to meeting and then finally had a bracket of time to limp to a Watsons and got myself a pack of lifesavers.
Yes. Lifesavers.
>.<
P.s.: But my shoe is nice lor! :P
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That DID NOT just happen!!
Or it friggin' did!
Civil Servants in the Public Sector have this personality trait that frustrates
I got to tell you about my yesterday!!
I went to submit a marketing and advertising proposal that my team and I have worked on. I arrived at this mailbox that I am supposed to put my package in. My package is 15cm thick and A3 sized. It couldnt go into the mailbox. Too thick.
Fine.
I call for help.
Guy in charge of this pitch arrives. Insists that we have to split the package up and put only the original into the mailbox. Insists that that's what everybody does. Seemingly demeans us by saying that this must be our first time.
"Can't you open the box?"
No.
*Sigh* It was lucky that I have separately wrapped the original and the copy within the big outer wrapping so, fine, I split the package.
He went in and out of his office so many times to get us markers and tape. Do note that I greatly appreciate it but read on.
The split packages are still A3 sized, just 7.5cm thick now. Still cannot go into the mailbox.
Great. So we look to him with a "Now what?" look.
He scratched his head. Stammered...
I pointed to the box and exclaimed (like I never saw the sign before) "Oh look it says contact XX!"
Let's contact XX!
He cheerfully said he is XX.
-.- DANG!
So he did his jig with the scratching and stammering before he said "AH!"
Come with me, I think you can put it in my office.
Since he was so uptight about putting the package in the mailbox, I then asked him that if we were to put it in his office will it be official and all?
"Yes I am in charge of this pitch so anything go wrong I am responsible!" He exclaimed with much importance.
*er wtf you mean if our proposal gets rejected I can come find you?*
But I let it go.
He pointed to a corner where a BIG brown package lay. You're not the first he says.
*WTF?*
I took a quick peek at the other package's label and noted the competitor.
I said thanks politely and left.
My colleague and I were like, DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?
Did he just make us spend time splitting the package we spent 30 mins wrapping and then to tell us, another agency didn't have to split it but we had to JUST SO (it seems) he could see if it works?!
How come some people are so LINEAR-MINDED? I just cannot comprehend. What goes on in their head? How do they even, survive?
I cannot imagine accomplishing anything at all if I were so LINEAR-MINDED and by-the-books.
Oh so frustrating.
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The Photoshop Pro
Wah lau ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Wah lau ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! You can hardly tell its the ONE AND SAME PERSON?!
Skill is too good already.
And the not so deceiving ones...
Wah lau ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Sorry. I only can say wah lau ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
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My 2008
It's the last day of the year 2008.
I still remember how cumbersome it was to keep reminding myself that it is 2008 not 2007 still.
It was an okay year.
I had one too many crushes but so long with those! I so need to get over that part of growing up.
Too many times I got overly angry over nothingness. That's something I need to tackle in this coming new year.
I did my dream vacation and went to London-Rome-Florence-Pisa-Venice-Verona-Milan-Paris-Manchester-London.
I said hi and bye to SGD10K for that trip.
I went to Bangkok with my Sister, my Mom and my Granny. Definitely something I want to do again soon.
I finally made my trip to see China for the very first time in my life.
I participated in my first nuffnang organised event. 
I quit my job and got a new one.
I finally can do a supported headstand without wall support.
My resolutions this year will be specific and very goal-oriented.
1) PIANO - I will take up piano by practicing on my own and hopefully by late 2009, I will be prepared to get on the piano lessons bandwagon again.
2) TRAVEL - I have Cambodia and Vietnam I must conquer this year.
3) TRAVEL - I must have my backpacking trip to US planned & booked, if not already completed by end 2009
4) FINANCES - I must have a solid stash of $X in my bank account by June 2009.
5) WEIGHT - I am now X6 kg and I must be X0kg by December 2009 = 6kg to lose!!
6) CAREER - I must work for a $500 pay increment by December 2009. New job or not, doesn't matter.
7) YOGA - Tripod Headstand and Scorpion pose by end 2009
8) FAMILY - Spend more time with them in KL/JB (i.e.: Go back as often as possible)
Ok that's about it for now. 8 resolutions for a prosperous new year. :)
To end this entry, this is how I look like on the last day of 2008. I shall compare when the last day of 2009 comes by. Hope you and I will still be here, I writing, you reading. :)
Happy New Year Everyone!
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