Oh yeah. One of the main reasons why I'm grouchy in the morning. Remember the stupid bitch who doesn't understand English? She called my boss to say that the media registration time had been changed from 2:30pm to 1:45. Well done. Thanks ah.
Bloodyhell.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
i am not a morning person
I am not a happy person in the morning. Grumpy. Grouchy and growly. If there was such a word. I get very agitated when people bother me and ask me stupid irrelevant questions when I'm seated in front of my laptop and checking my mail and shit. GRAR! Leave me alone! What did I do to deserve all this... frivolous idiocy!
Ok. I'm mean. They are family after all.
If I leave by 12:30, I will be able to reach Punggol by 1 right? Another update is that there is no class gathering. All the more better to go home and just sleep. But I think I'll call Quin and see if she wants to do dinner.
Yesterday was awkward. Bold, capital and italicised. A lot of things have changed and yet, they still appear so much the same. I look at each and every one of them and I go back in time and remember how they looked like and how they were. Physiogically, they might be different but inside... well we know some of them are pretty much the same. Some have tamed and some are just. Well. We don't rightly know how to explain.
The bassist says that we should organize a drinking session since more or less, everyone in the band drinks. And smokes. Except Shen. Fine by me. Just not to the point of getting drunk and wasted. Then we do stupid things, things which may be hilarious and things which we may end up regretting. Or maybe, shouldn't drink at all.
Right. I'm not making sense. I'm still pretty-very-much grouchy and I'm going to be late if I don't get my ass up and out.
Sigh.
And then there's the Biathlon tomorrow as well. Wah lau.
Ok. I'm mean. They are family after all.
If I leave by 12:30, I will be able to reach Punggol by 1 right? Another update is that there is no class gathering. All the more better to go home and just sleep. But I think I'll call Quin and see if she wants to do dinner.
Yesterday was awkward. Bold, capital and italicised. A lot of things have changed and yet, they still appear so much the same. I look at each and every one of them and I go back in time and remember how they looked like and how they were. Physiogically, they might be different but inside... well we know some of them are pretty much the same. Some have tamed and some are just. Well. We don't rightly know how to explain.
The bassist says that we should organize a drinking session since more or less, everyone in the band drinks. And smokes. Except Shen. Fine by me. Just not to the point of getting drunk and wasted. Then we do stupid things, things which may be hilarious and things which we may end up regretting. Or maybe, shouldn't drink at all.
Right. I'm not making sense. I'm still pretty-very-much grouchy and I'm going to be late if I don't get my ass up and out.
Sigh.
And then there's the Biathlon tomorrow as well. Wah lau.
Friday, March 2, 2007
remember this well ok?
A little while ago I...
° Met the President whose seal eats fishes.
° Had Macs for lunch instead of chicken rice.
° Got geekily excited because I heard they're gonna turn Warcraft into a movie.
Read here, here and here. Gawd I'm such a geek. But I want a movie based on Starcraft damn it! Starship Troopers is not Starcraft. Nor a replacement or a substitute or ANYTHING of the sort. GRAR!
This is for all the people who think doing what I do is easy. Journalism isn't. I never even expected myself to be a journalist. I always wanted to be a photographer or an account executive for an advertising agency. Goes to show that you can try and plan out your life but in the end, the big guy up there's the one who's got the power to determine where you end up. Course, you could try winging things your way a little.
From next week onwards, I'm going to be a heck lot more organized. Yes I will.
° Met the President whose seal eats fishes.
° Had Macs for lunch instead of chicken rice.
° Got geekily excited because I heard they're gonna turn Warcraft into a movie.
Read here, here and here. Gawd I'm such a geek. But I want a movie based on Starcraft damn it! Starship Troopers is not Starcraft. Nor a replacement or a substitute or ANYTHING of the sort. GRAR!
This is for all the people who think doing what I do is easy. Journalism isn't. I never even expected myself to be a journalist. I always wanted to be a photographer or an account executive for an advertising agency. Goes to show that you can try and plan out your life but in the end, the big guy up there's the one who's got the power to determine where you end up. Course, you could try winging things your way a little.
From next week onwards, I'm going to be a heck lot more organized. Yes I will.
i don't know, do you?
It kinda dawned on me, how many female sports journalists/writers do you know? Or have heard about and met, seen and talked?
FREEZING. Meeting Marcus for lunch. Now. I want my chicken rice.
Argh! I need to analyse this feeling.
FREEZING. Meeting Marcus for lunch. Now. I want my chicken rice.
Argh! I need to analyse this feeling.
gone, gone, gone
If there is one thing I am ultimately grateful for, is the fact that the horrible kink and ache in my neck is gone. GONE I tell you. Been calling em' PE teachers again to settle the roadshow nonsense. Mayhaps we should have done this earlier because their schedules are all out and booked. Major buggers.
Have been talking to a lot of old friends online as well as of late. Ok, maybe one old friend who used to be the drum major for the college's symphonic band. The guy's tall, like really tall and now he's a pilot and is finishing up his training in the States. Haha. It struck me last night how fast time flies and how in two months and 23 days I'll turn 22. I'll be looking back on all the things I did when I was 21, the things I did which led me here. Memories, though sweet, can be undeniably bitter and harsh at the same time. Someday when I have enough courage and maturity, I'll write it down somewhere and cringe for every mistake and sheer utter stupidity I've committed. Yet at the same time, I'll smile and remember all sweet and significant moments which remind me why this life, though inexplicably fucked up at times, is worth living and staying alive for.
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Hello Mr Gamer, I know you're reading this. Your peekchure is here! METRO!
There's something seriously wrong with my phone. I can't bluetooth and when I want to transfer over songs, it tells me that the picture's copyrighted. No shit, to me and I wanna transfer it damn it!
I'm not tired, I'm just supremely sleepy. Sunday. I'm just waiting for Sunday or Saturday night. To crash. And sleep and for a change, wake up late. And alighting at Little India as compared to Dhoby Ghaut is a definitely shorter walk to work. And I can leave the house later too. At most I reach work 10 minutes after 10. Not bad eh?
Have been talking to a lot of old friends online as well as of late. Ok, maybe one old friend who used to be the drum major for the college's symphonic band. The guy's tall, like really tall and now he's a pilot and is finishing up his training in the States. Haha. It struck me last night how fast time flies and how in two months and 23 days I'll turn 22. I'll be looking back on all the things I did when I was 21, the things I did which led me here. Memories, though sweet, can be undeniably bitter and harsh at the same time. Someday when I have enough courage and maturity, I'll write it down somewhere and cringe for every mistake and sheer utter stupidity I've committed. Yet at the same time, I'll smile and remember all sweet and significant moments which remind me why this life, though inexplicably fucked up at times, is worth living and staying alive for.
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Hello Mr Gamer, I know you're reading this. Your peekchure is here! METRO!
There's something seriously wrong with my phone. I can't bluetooth and when I want to transfer over songs, it tells me that the picture's copyrighted. No shit, to me and I wanna transfer it damn it!
I'm not tired, I'm just supremely sleepy. Sunday. I'm just waiting for Sunday or Saturday night. To crash. And sleep and for a change, wake up late. And alighting at Little India as compared to Dhoby Ghaut is a definitely shorter walk to work. And I can leave the house later too. At most I reach work 10 minutes after 10. Not bad eh?
your smile lifts me up for days
So tonight I found out that wishes made upon stars do come true. And as confused and bewildered as I am right now, I think I'm actually secretly glad that it did come true.
For Mad, Marcus and/or Chris (though I seriously doubt so in his case): No. No. Never. No. No. No.
Haha! I'm actually pretty ravenous. Had but one meal and skipped the rest because my Starbucks mocha latte was enough to keep my tummy happy. Today, even despite forgetting my wallet and having to walk all the way back to the office to get it and taking two wrong buses, it was actually worth the trouble. For the end result that is.
So yes, I shall eat cereal and watch anime, play a bit of PSP and sleep. Judging from the way I speak, look and even behave; it's no wonder people think I'm a small fry. But just you wait. I'll surprise each and every one of you. Then we'll see who's the small fry.
For Mad, Marcus and/or Chris (though I seriously doubt so in his case): No. No. Never. No. No. No.
Haha! I'm actually pretty ravenous. Had but one meal and skipped the rest because my Starbucks mocha latte was enough to keep my tummy happy. Today, even despite forgetting my wallet and having to walk all the way back to the office to get it and taking two wrong buses, it was actually worth the trouble. For the end result that is.
So yes, I shall eat cereal and watch anime, play a bit of PSP and sleep. Judging from the way I speak, look and even behave; it's no wonder people think I'm a small fry. But just you wait. I'll surprise each and every one of you. Then we'll see who's the small fry.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
in the pursuit of happiness
I remember when I was working the closing shift with Matthew. He stood beside me said something that till now, still got me thinking.
"Up till this day, I don't think there is anyone who can answer this question." And so I asked, what was it.
A friend had asked him, if he was truly happy. He paused and in that pause, he thought. How are we to define what happiness is? It encompasses a lot of things. There's no direct specification to it. It's a yes or no question but when you think harder, can you actually say yes or no? You feel depressed now, but in a couple of minutes you're all cheered up; smiling and laughing. So do you say you're not but later change your mind to say that you are?
I've always felt that happiness was a state of mind. In the past, I remember having a talk with Adik and he told me this - we are responsible for our own happiness. No one else has that right, no one else should be shouldering that. Our happiness is what we make of it. Personal joy, gratification and satisfaction.
I don't believe I can answer that question either. Haha. Even worse, I swing from one mood to another so erratically without warning. I can never truly peg myself as feeling indefinitely happy nor can I say that I am indefinitely sad.
Then I had a talk with Danah about contentment. About satisfaction and where is that point, that pinnacle where you reach the plateau and just float there for awhile. Isn't satisfaction and contentment the same thing as stagnancy? She likened it to orgasm, to the emotions and sensation post-coitus. To falling asleep right after mind-blowing sex, that's what you call contentment. Because you know that there is nothing else in the world that could possibly defeat that feeling.
So I wonder, am I on this little merry river of complacency? But I don't feel so. I feel much happier, much content and satisfied with things. I haven't felt disgruntled as of late and the waves of paranoia and insecurity seem to be less. Good thing, definitely a good thing. Maybe it's the adaptation of being shocked from attachment to sudden singlehood. Less dependency on another. Less expectations from each other. Or rather, none of that at all. You're only responsible to yourself. And of course, you only answer to yourself.
There are no lies, no secrets. The first step to being completely honest, to being completely truthful. All begins with one, and that's you.
Talk about random. I actually wanted to say that I'm beginning to take a fancy to dark chocolate, somehow that whole blurb out there got splattered instead. Press conference was fine and dandy. Walked to the hotel (which was actually the old Westin Stamford) and sat there, a greenhorn amongst the veterans. I seriously thought I could have come up with better questions but my brain was simply stumped. Also, it is not easy juggling the role of photographer and journalist. GARGH!
Gonna finish up the Vert Marathon article and then let my brain stone. Bleach 117 is still in RAW format. Cheated of my feelings.
"Up till this day, I don't think there is anyone who can answer this question." And so I asked, what was it.
A friend had asked him, if he was truly happy. He paused and in that pause, he thought. How are we to define what happiness is? It encompasses a lot of things. There's no direct specification to it. It's a yes or no question but when you think harder, can you actually say yes or no? You feel depressed now, but in a couple of minutes you're all cheered up; smiling and laughing. So do you say you're not but later change your mind to say that you are?
I've always felt that happiness was a state of mind. In the past, I remember having a talk with Adik and he told me this - we are responsible for our own happiness. No one else has that right, no one else should be shouldering that. Our happiness is what we make of it. Personal joy, gratification and satisfaction.
I don't believe I can answer that question either. Haha. Even worse, I swing from one mood to another so erratically without warning. I can never truly peg myself as feeling indefinitely happy nor can I say that I am indefinitely sad.
Then I had a talk with Danah about contentment. About satisfaction and where is that point, that pinnacle where you reach the plateau and just float there for awhile. Isn't satisfaction and contentment the same thing as stagnancy? She likened it to orgasm, to the emotions and sensation post-coitus. To falling asleep right after mind-blowing sex, that's what you call contentment. Because you know that there is nothing else in the world that could possibly defeat that feeling.
So I wonder, am I on this little merry river of complacency? But I don't feel so. I feel much happier, much content and satisfied with things. I haven't felt disgruntled as of late and the waves of paranoia and insecurity seem to be less. Good thing, definitely a good thing. Maybe it's the adaptation of being shocked from attachment to sudden singlehood. Less dependency on another. Less expectations from each other. Or rather, none of that at all. You're only responsible to yourself. And of course, you only answer to yourself.
There are no lies, no secrets. The first step to being completely honest, to being completely truthful. All begins with one, and that's you.
Talk about random. I actually wanted to say that I'm beginning to take a fancy to dark chocolate, somehow that whole blurb out there got splattered instead. Press conference was fine and dandy. Walked to the hotel (which was actually the old Westin Stamford) and sat there, a greenhorn amongst the veterans. I seriously thought I could have come up with better questions but my brain was simply stumped. Also, it is not easy juggling the role of photographer and journalist. GARGH!
Gonna finish up the Vert Marathon article and then let my brain stone. Bleach 117 is still in RAW format. Cheated of my feelings.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
ripoff!
Only one thing to note. OMG EPIC MOVIE WAS A RIPOFF! :( But the company I had was nice. Thank you Mr Gamer for your massage, you really did work out the kinks. ;) And I'll really pay you back for that mmkay?
I'm just waiting for my PSP coming home. Dinner shall be cereal.
Not that this particular person will ever read it. I know you're dropping hints. Leave me alone. Thank you very much.
Me want PSP. Me want eat. Me want Bleach 117. Me want Ghost Hunt 21. Me want to hang out and chill with friends more. Also, me want to club. Tonight I will make sure that I sleep face up. But then again, how can I control waking up face down? The mechanics of the body in sleep, someone ought to do a research on that. Sometimes you wake up and wonder how the hell did you get in that position. What was it in your subconsciousness that resulted in that?
I really wonder. And I have too much free time. Anyway, Friday night is a meetup with old friends from irc. Yes yes, damn old school. Shattap.
Mr Tung is going to be busy next week. I need to find clubing kakis. The princess bimbo also said that she's going to 'rest' next week. Yeah right. Next thing we know we see pictures on her ellejay. Gah! Now who else do I know?
I'm just waiting for my PSP coming home. Dinner shall be cereal.
Not that this particular person will ever read it. I know you're dropping hints. Leave me alone. Thank you very much.
Me want PSP. Me want eat. Me want Bleach 117. Me want Ghost Hunt 21. Me want to hang out and chill with friends more. Also, me want to club. Tonight I will make sure that I sleep face up. But then again, how can I control waking up face down? The mechanics of the body in sleep, someone ought to do a research on that. Sometimes you wake up and wonder how the hell did you get in that position. What was it in your subconsciousness that resulted in that?
I really wonder. And I have too much free time. Anyway, Friday night is a meetup with old friends from irc. Yes yes, damn old school. Shattap.
Mr Tung is going to be busy next week. I need to find clubing kakis. The princess bimbo also said that she's going to 'rest' next week. Yeah right. Next thing we know we see pictures on her ellejay. Gah! Now who else do I know?
i want to be back on the field
Shooting, is not easy. I underestimated the sport and after getting over the initial embarrassment and frustration, I figured it's actually a pretty fun sport. I really really want to join SAFRA but I have to either be (A) NS man (which I clearly am not) or (B) married to a member of SAFRA. Which is really, wtf. Gah.
I want to go back to sports. I really do. I'd join SRC but I don't have the money to pay for membership. I'm not too brilliant in the sport either. I just love the game and I want to play but all the little redtapes and grey lines make me wish that I had started playing when I was still in Crescent. But thinking about it now, if I did, I wouldn't be where I am. Is that worth the change? Is that worth not having met the people I've met and done the things that I've done?
Hmm.
Between work, music and the possibility of joining a club, I won't have time for anything else. In essence, that is a very good thing. Downside, does this mean I won't have time for my friends again? What comes to mind now is priorities, what's the most important thing for me and to me right now? I'd say the job. Money, income, stability, experience and the possibility of better future prospects. Following which will be music because I like what we play. We may not be the most technical band around but hell at least we're getting to the point of truly having fun. And sports? Because I miss being in a team, because I miss being on the field, because I miss the sprints, the pace, the action, the drama and the excitement.
And well, there's also the benefits of having fun whilst working out.
Maybe I should just go back to swimming and running solo. There's still that marathon to keep an eye out for.
Argh. All these words and ideas of going back and yet never taking any proactive steps to achieving it. That's it, this Saturday, by hook or by crook, I'm going to go and run. And it's gonna be one hell of a long run.
something to look forward to
I've got exciting news. :)
My editor just told me that in June, the whole team will be heading down to Phuket to catch and cover the Phuket Marathon! Super huge-ass smile on my face right now. A weekend, in my birthday month, on an exotic island with sports, sand and the sun. How much more perfect can that get?
At least better news for me since I realise I can't go clubbing tomorrow night. No matter. Last night helped me relieve some stress so I guess I'm not too bummed out. We've got a somewhat new song which just cracks me up everytime I think of the meaning and significance of it. Gonna have to change the name though because then that'd be way too obvious.
I've finished one article and am gonna polish up the other. It's all a learning experience. Being a perfectionist is good but when you write and re-write for about 10 times over, it kinda gets on your nerves and make you tear your hair out.
Screwed yesterday's recording. Keep in mind Lin, that after jamming hardcore for 2 hours, your voice is not going to be stable enough to handle a decent acoustic cover. Oh well, guess that surprise is gonna be delayed. Egan said we could try it tomorrow since he's gonna be at work and I've no plans for later on at night.
Press conference tomorrow. Event coverage on Saturday. Byebye high tea. :(
I feel so tired and sleepy. My neck hurts because I woke up on my belly this morning and strained the muscles. I need to go for one of those full-body massages and work the kinks out.
Random, one of the SSC people looks a heck lot like my neighbour. But that guy's a businessman. His wife was pretty hot tho. Hmm.
My editor just told me that in June, the whole team will be heading down to Phuket to catch and cover the Phuket Marathon! Super huge-ass smile on my face right now. A weekend, in my birthday month, on an exotic island with sports, sand and the sun. How much more perfect can that get?
At least better news for me since I realise I can't go clubbing tomorrow night. No matter. Last night helped me relieve some stress so I guess I'm not too bummed out. We've got a somewhat new song which just cracks me up everytime I think of the meaning and significance of it. Gonna have to change the name though because then that'd be way too obvious.
I've finished one article and am gonna polish up the other. It's all a learning experience. Being a perfectionist is good but when you write and re-write for about 10 times over, it kinda gets on your nerves and make you tear your hair out.
Screwed yesterday's recording. Keep in mind Lin, that after jamming hardcore for 2 hours, your voice is not going to be stable enough to handle a decent acoustic cover. Oh well, guess that surprise is gonna be delayed. Egan said we could try it tomorrow since he's gonna be at work and I've no plans for later on at night.
Press conference tomorrow. Event coverage on Saturday. Byebye high tea. :(
I feel so tired and sleepy. My neck hurts because I woke up on my belly this morning and strained the muscles. I need to go for one of those full-body massages and work the kinks out.
Random, one of the SSC people looks a heck lot like my neighbour. But that guy's a businessman. His wife was pretty hot tho. Hmm.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
goooooood morning!
As of late, I am the teeshirt and jeans girl. The office is cold, I suspect that my editor is a snake. He likes the cold. 16 degrees. HELLO?! Some of us are still human and actually do like the tropical weather.
But I still miss the sun and the breeze in Okla-ho-ma. But that's besides the point. He isn't in yet and I've taken control of the aircon. Hohoho. It was rather cold this morning and I regret not taking the time to find out where my pashmina went. Bloody hell. It keeps disappearing.
Yesterday was pretty fun and interesting. I talked to the ex and things are now cool between us. Emotionally, I guess I'm on a good recovering rate. And it's pretty much more awesome to be friends more so than anything else. Glad that we got everything settled and I do apologise for the nonsense that happened during the relationship.
And oh oh oh! I won two out of 3 daidee games! We started off with Gin, but I suck since I forgot all the rules and he was playing the 'new fun' version which was not at all fun for me. So in the end we played daidee. Jude a.k.a Sadako (personal joke) came by and then I left them to join my ex-brothers in arms. Ok, we've stopped the whole Battlefield madness. I think some of us can't take it anymore. But reliving those moments, they were incredible. The food at Cine's foodcourt is fucked up. Everything was either bland or tasted like shit. Even the drinks weren't right at all! We adjourned to the second level ice cream parlour and there I got on a sugar high (from the vanilla coke that probably wasn't really vanilla coke) and traumatised the rest with my singing and bisexual tendencies.
Watched MTVs on Adik's mac and then we all left for home. Or rather, it was just me.The President came down after having some CNY thingamajig at the istana. Haha. So I left them, went home and proceeded to battle my way out of the Forest of Temptation. I ♥ my PSP a lot now.
Gotta figure out a new angle to my article. It sounds way too mundane and conventional. I need something... striking and vibrant and exciting!
Then again, there's only so much excitement talking about stairs and kids running up stairs and fuddy duddy press conference about a sports hub that won't possibly be housing big games on our tiny little island.
Ho well.
Club in a dress? In skirt? In jeans? Ah decisions decisions. I still have a day to go. Either that or screw the clubbing and join the celebrations over at Home club! Free entry!
No one else is online. All my emails are asking me to pay for bills. And I just remembered Eugene I-punch-your-fucking-face wants me to mail him the contract for the webdesign thingamajig. Gaaaaah. Beena long while since I actually designed. Don't know if the skills and abilities are there still ah.
Right. Will blog more. Now, let me attempt to do serious work.
JAM LATER! Gonna record record. A surprise for some special people. :)
But I still miss the sun and the breeze in Okla-ho-ma. But that's besides the point. He isn't in yet and I've taken control of the aircon. Hohoho. It was rather cold this morning and I regret not taking the time to find out where my pashmina went. Bloody hell. It keeps disappearing.
Yesterday was pretty fun and interesting. I talked to the ex and things are now cool between us. Emotionally, I guess I'm on a good recovering rate. And it's pretty much more awesome to be friends more so than anything else. Glad that we got everything settled and I do apologise for the nonsense that happened during the relationship.
And oh oh oh! I won two out of 3 daidee games! We started off with Gin, but I suck since I forgot all the rules and he was playing the 'new fun' version which was not at all fun for me. So in the end we played daidee. Jude a.k.a Sadako (personal joke) came by and then I left them to join my ex-brothers in arms. Ok, we've stopped the whole Battlefield madness. I think some of us can't take it anymore. But reliving those moments, they were incredible. The food at Cine's foodcourt is fucked up. Everything was either bland or tasted like shit. Even the drinks weren't right at all! We adjourned to the second level ice cream parlour and there I got on a sugar high (from the vanilla coke that probably wasn't really vanilla coke) and traumatised the rest with my singing and bisexual tendencies.
Watched MTVs on Adik's mac and then we all left for home. Or rather, it was just me.The President came down after having some CNY thingamajig at the istana. Haha. So I left them, went home and proceeded to battle my way out of the Forest of Temptation. I ♥ my PSP a lot now.
Gotta figure out a new angle to my article. It sounds way too mundane and conventional. I need something... striking and vibrant and exciting!
Then again, there's only so much excitement talking about stairs and kids running up stairs and fuddy duddy press conference about a sports hub that won't possibly be housing big games on our tiny little island.
Ho well.
Club in a dress? In skirt? In jeans? Ah decisions decisions. I still have a day to go. Either that or screw the clubbing and join the celebrations over at Home club! Free entry!
No one else is online. All my emails are asking me to pay for bills. And I just remembered Eugene I-punch-your-fucking-face wants me to mail him the contract for the webdesign thingamajig. Gaaaaah. Beena long while since I actually designed. Don't know if the skills and abilities are there still ah.
Right. Will blog more. Now, let me attempt to do serious work.
JAM LATER! Gonna record record. A surprise for some special people. :)
listen
This is the beginning, of new things.
And I got a feeling, things are gonna be ok now.
I don't believe in superstition. But I damn well believe in horoscopes. Reading this had me laughing and nodding my head in approval. Now I know clearer what kind of people I should date and what kind I should just smile and shake hands with.
Call me silly, old-fashioned etc. But if it works, it works.
SHAN IS COMING BACK!!! Man I miss my kakak so so so much. She's coming back next week. Unconfirmed date. But who cares? She's coming BACK! This girl was the first friend I made in my batch when I started working in Borders. I love her to bits!
:)
Ok. Gonna go play PSP and then sleep. Must sleep by 1!
And I got a feeling, things are gonna be ok now.
I don't believe in superstition. But I damn well believe in horoscopes. Reading this had me laughing and nodding my head in approval. Now I know clearer what kind of people I should date and what kind I should just smile and shake hands with.
Call me silly, old-fashioned etc. But if it works, it works.
SHAN IS COMING BACK!!! Man I miss my kakak so so so much. She's coming back next week. Unconfirmed date. But who cares? She's coming BACK! This girl was the first friend I made in my batch when I started working in Borders. I love her to bits!
:)
Ok. Gonna go play PSP and then sleep. Must sleep by 1!
Monday, February 26, 2007
yet another day at work, along with other random tales
A few interesting things to note today.
I went for my first press conference (and promptly felt so lulled to sleep, the settings were too much like college lecture theaters la)! It's the whole hoo-ha about the new Sports Hub that's gonna be at Kallang. And I agree with the guy, Kallang is Kallang and the city area is well, the city area. So fault me for being too Singaporean, the city as I know it is Orchard, City Hall, Raffles Place and Dhoby Ghaut. Anywhere else other than that isn't it.
I was basically late for work when I got the call from my editor. The conference was at 11 and I had to rush down. My Canon was home so I had to use the magazine's Nikon D70. Not as heavy as I thought but it took me awhile to figure out which toggle/switch/whatever/wheel was it to change the F stop. That figured out (much later when the conference was about to end), I took a cab from work to the National Stadium. Power. I felt like a small fry and I did want to ask some questions but felt a little nervous and shy. There was this lady from The Edge who kinda looked at me as if I was a poor little dear. Ok, simply put, it wasn't a nice look and she probably think I was going to fuck up and do something stupid.
Mayhaps that's just paranoia speaking.
Some other people from various publications and the people who were bidding for the project. Nothing new. It was a rather long presentation that had me drowsy and fighting to stay awake. Plus, it was freezing cold! No food either. So much for Kenna Griffin saying that press conferences usually had food catered to the media. Then again, there wasn't much of the media so I guess they wanted to save money too.
Think I should bring spare clothes for when I have sudden press conferences jumping out at me. As it stands now because I only took 4 measly pathetic shots (lighting was -seriously- fucked up and I didn't want to use the flash. oh how I envied the other photographer who didn't have to jot down notes and ask anything but just stand and take photos. sigh) and am gonna have to figure out how to write the article and make use of that.
Ho well.
Anyway this Friday or Tuesday or whatever day it is we're all doing some shooting thing at SAFRA. Quite cool. Feed my blasting-people's-head/brains-off fix. There's also some Captain Ball's match that I'm playing. One of my female colleagues is also taking part in the NUS Biathlon. Power. I can barely run and all I do is dream and fantasise about running. Pretty pathetic huh?
The chicken rice near the office is pretty shiok and cheap too! I guess SGD3 is standard for chicken rice everywhere. Save maybe for Bugis. But that's a different story. Everyone thinks I'm the female version of Skeletor (or rather, it's only Imran). But it isn't true! I gained back the weight I lost! Gonna have to schedule a meet-up with him and the Original 6.
So now I have 2 articles to write, an email blast and a bunch of photo-editing duties which pretty much run up my alley.
Meeting the Arab later to have some closure talk. Which is good and somehow I guess, about time because better now than much much later. I'm fine if you're wondering. This time, I need to stand up for myself and make sure that spine of mine stays intact and not run. Probably meeting the Brother and Adik later as well.
Hmmm. Time flies pretty fast suddenly. An hour and a half till I clock off work. Woots! Last night was an odd night, thinking about a lot of things that I shouldn't be thinking about. Yet strangely enough, it wasn't as drastic as it may have been before. Perhaps it's all the maturing nonsense I spouted a couple of entries below.
Got to get my life back on track (not that it isn't already) and most importantly, to get myself fit for a year of sports and fun! How cheesy. Some schools are still being a pain in the ass. No matter. Ups and downs. I just have to focus on the articles and get it right (or at least 75% feasible for printing).
Loving the world, you and me.
♥ Lin
I went for my first press conference (and promptly felt so lulled to sleep, the settings were too much like college lecture theaters la)! It's the whole hoo-ha about the new Sports Hub that's gonna be at Kallang. And I agree with the guy, Kallang is Kallang and the city area is well, the city area. So fault me for being too Singaporean, the city as I know it is Orchard, City Hall, Raffles Place and Dhoby Ghaut. Anywhere else other than that isn't it.
I was basically late for work when I got the call from my editor. The conference was at 11 and I had to rush down. My Canon was home so I had to use the magazine's Nikon D70. Not as heavy as I thought but it took me awhile to figure out which toggle/switch/whatever/wheel was it to change the F stop. That figured out (much later when the conference was about to end), I took a cab from work to the National Stadium. Power. I felt like a small fry and I did want to ask some questions but felt a little nervous and shy. There was this lady from The Edge who kinda looked at me as if I was a poor little dear. Ok, simply put, it wasn't a nice look and she probably think I was going to fuck up and do something stupid.
Mayhaps that's just paranoia speaking.
Some other people from various publications and the people who were bidding for the project. Nothing new. It was a rather long presentation that had me drowsy and fighting to stay awake. Plus, it was freezing cold! No food either. So much for Kenna Griffin saying that press conferences usually had food catered to the media. Then again, there wasn't much of the media so I guess they wanted to save money too.
Think I should bring spare clothes for when I have sudden press conferences jumping out at me. As it stands now because I only took 4 measly pathetic shots (lighting was -seriously- fucked up and I didn't want to use the flash. oh how I envied the other photographer who didn't have to jot down notes and ask anything but just stand and take photos. sigh) and am gonna have to figure out how to write the article and make use of that.
Ho well.
Anyway this Friday or Tuesday or whatever day it is we're all doing some shooting thing at SAFRA. Quite cool. Feed my blasting-people's-head/brains-off fix. There's also some Captain Ball's match that I'm playing. One of my female colleagues is also taking part in the NUS Biathlon. Power. I can barely run and all I do is dream and fantasise about running. Pretty pathetic huh?
The chicken rice near the office is pretty shiok and cheap too! I guess SGD3 is standard for chicken rice everywhere. Save maybe for Bugis. But that's a different story. Everyone thinks I'm the female version of Skeletor (or rather, it's only Imran). But it isn't true! I gained back the weight I lost! Gonna have to schedule a meet-up with him and the Original 6.
So now I have 2 articles to write, an email blast and a bunch of photo-editing duties which pretty much run up my alley.
Meeting the Arab later to have some closure talk. Which is good and somehow I guess, about time because better now than much much later. I'm fine if you're wondering. This time, I need to stand up for myself and make sure that spine of mine stays intact and not run. Probably meeting the Brother and Adik later as well.
Hmmm. Time flies pretty fast suddenly. An hour and a half till I clock off work. Woots! Last night was an odd night, thinking about a lot of things that I shouldn't be thinking about. Yet strangely enough, it wasn't as drastic as it may have been before. Perhaps it's all the maturing nonsense I spouted a couple of entries below.
Got to get my life back on track (not that it isn't already) and most importantly, to get myself fit for a year of sports and fun! How cheesy. Some schools are still being a pain in the ass. No matter. Ups and downs. I just have to focus on the articles and get it right (or at least 75% feasible for printing).
Loving the world, you and me.
♥ Lin
day out with the homeboys
Today was work. Which wasn't that eventful, for an event. But the band KingKongJane sounded pretty tight. Can never run from my local music roots. Too deeply ingrained. I spout music terminology better than sports. Yeah right.
Met up with Marc and Ahmad at Holland Vee. Someone was supposed to meet us after his study session but PANGSEH-ED us in the end. Tsk. Two fries for you Chris!!!
Basically sat down and talked so much cock that my brain went seh and I felt like puking. Ok. It was the ciggies and I promise that I will start cutting down. Like, soon. Ok, until the Women's Outdoor Challenge thing is over. Gawd, how am I ever going to train myself in time to run a pathetic 5k. :(
Getting random messages from the gnarled one which eeked me out. But someone else's messages made my day. :)
My brother transferred this super cute Japanese game into my PSP. The soundtrack is just so friggin CUTE! Tomorrow, my PSP comes to work with me. :) Oh yeah, should I start running during lunch as well? But the idea of bringing gear to and fro and with my laptop to boot ain't the least bit appealing.
Funny how sometimes the pain catches you unaware and you're literally quite stunned. I wonder if it's the intimacy or the idea of intimacy that I miss.
Looking forward to Wednesday, Thursday and Friday (if I can get some people out, tear them away from work, to chill and hang out). Or maybe, Battlefield. Omg. I just realised, I haven't spouted anything Battlefield-esque as of late. IT CANNOT WEAR OFF! Talk about random. Will discuss with Corporal Neo Lai Shen soon about this. I miss running people over with tanks, apcs whatever else you have it.
They should include motorbikes. I know they got the buggy/roadster. But motorbikes more cool. ;)
OF GROWING UP, RELATIONSHIPS AND EVENTUAL MARRIAGE
They say don't get into relationships when you're wrong. Wait till you're much older, then find one whom you'll spend the rest of your life with: ie, marriage. But we argue, if we don't sample things now, how then can we be truly sure that whoever we meet in the future is the one? What's worse, what if there was someone else but we just settled on the first one who came along?
My take on relationships is merely this. It's all part of growing up. Not into being an adult. The term adulthood comes printed whambam when you start working. Responsibilities other than your own placed upon your shoulders. This growing up? Emotional maturity, emotional stability. And when I mean stability, it's finding that balance within you where you don't cross over into extremes.
I've had my fair share of relationships. They don't last long and I suppose, it was all puppy love. But I learnt a lot from each of them, though one of the stupid things was to not learn from the mistakes of what made them all fail. Now I know better and now, following my parent's advice, I'm going to find someone who'll eventually be my husband.
Too young to be thinking about marriage? I am only (or rather, about to be) 22 after all. At my age, people are still having fun and experimenting all that life has to offer. Don't get me wrong, I'm not desperate for a home, a husband and kids. I'm enjoying the freedom I have now, the experiences I get when meeting new people, when trying out new things. Right now, I'm expanding my zone of comfort, gaining the courage and confidence I used to lack so much. And the whole marriage thing? It's sorta like a little happily ever after at the back of my mind. Something I dream of when the biological clock starts ticking and my parents start nagging.
I'm like every other girl, every other you and me who wants happiness. I admit I used to be unsatisfied with a lot of things, that I always wanted more. Pampered, selfish and spoilt. I also learnt that happiness is something that you and only you can be responsible for. You make your own happiness, your partner or anyone else doesn't make it happen for you (though of course it's always a bonus).
It gets lonely when you're single. True. But another thing I learnt, that friends are essential in maintaining sanity and a healthy state of being. This sounds like some teenybopper article but who the hell cares!
So I'd like to get married. But I love my life, my single status and my friends right now. Oh yes, the job too! And this goes out for all the people who've made an impact in my life:
Thank you.
Mere words cannot express the feeling, the depth of emotion and the gratitude that I have towards you guys. Thank you for being a part of my life. And if I have ever wronged you, or said anything to hurt or offend in anyway, I truly truly and deeply apologise.
Here's to stronger bonds and deeper meaning!
♥ Lin
My take on relationships is merely this. It's all part of growing up. Not into being an adult. The term adulthood comes printed whambam when you start working. Responsibilities other than your own placed upon your shoulders. This growing up? Emotional maturity, emotional stability. And when I mean stability, it's finding that balance within you where you don't cross over into extremes.
I've had my fair share of relationships. They don't last long and I suppose, it was all puppy love. But I learnt a lot from each of them, though one of the stupid things was to not learn from the mistakes of what made them all fail. Now I know better and now, following my parent's advice, I'm going to find someone who'll eventually be my husband.
Too young to be thinking about marriage? I am only (or rather, about to be) 22 after all. At my age, people are still having fun and experimenting all that life has to offer. Don't get me wrong, I'm not desperate for a home, a husband and kids. I'm enjoying the freedom I have now, the experiences I get when meeting new people, when trying out new things. Right now, I'm expanding my zone of comfort, gaining the courage and confidence I used to lack so much. And the whole marriage thing? It's sorta like a little happily ever after at the back of my mind. Something I dream of when the biological clock starts ticking and my parents start nagging.
I'm like every other girl, every other you and me who wants happiness. I admit I used to be unsatisfied with a lot of things, that I always wanted more. Pampered, selfish and spoilt. I also learnt that happiness is something that you and only you can be responsible for. You make your own happiness, your partner or anyone else doesn't make it happen for you (though of course it's always a bonus).
It gets lonely when you're single. True. But another thing I learnt, that friends are essential in maintaining sanity and a healthy state of being. This sounds like some teenybopper article but who the hell cares!
So I'd like to get married. But I love my life, my single status and my friends right now. Oh yes, the job too! And this goes out for all the people who've made an impact in my life:
Thank you.
Mere words cannot express the feeling, the depth of emotion and the gratitude that I have towards you guys. Thank you for being a part of my life. And if I have ever wronged you, or said anything to hurt or offend in anyway, I truly truly and deeply apologise.
Here's to stronger bonds and deeper meaning!
♥ Lin
Sunday, February 25, 2007
this is the song lalala elmo song
Hung out with ThreeWayStreet after their gig at DXO. They're a fun bunch of guys. I felt extremely old because technically, I was the oldest. Yikes. Like auntie, or big sister like that.
Nevermind nevermind. Caught fireworks (thanks to Chinggay) and had an ice cream treat. :) Yummy Venezia. Will give Egan a nice big treat ok?!
My PSP got modded. I have Bleach. Awesome? Immensely. And I think I'm putting weight back on again. NO! Then I will be known as ***FATDA instead of ***LEANDA again. :( Sad sad sad. I'm going to call Marcus and emo to him about my fatness.
Sniff.
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