My kit arrived. My shoulders hurt. I have to get ready for work. I realise I can start my own talkshow and call it, The Grumpy Show with Lin. Cute right? But
For a second I thought Nike had a whole range of equipment for hockey and when I clicked on it, CHEY! It's for ice hockey. Oh well. Then again, I believe I've outgrown the sport somewhat and apart from random quips of beach volleyball here and there, I am pretty keen on picking up netball. At least I know I won't ruin my posture since there won't be much back-breaking tackling.
I WANT MORE OVERSEAS ASSIGNMENTS!
Anyway, if I don't get my ass into the shower and get ready I'm going to miss out the Adventure Roadshow. So toodles! With luck, I'll have decent enough pictures even with a kitlens. It's time to go back to basics and not rely on the company camera so much.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Friday, June 8, 2007
oh my god, what have i done
Two words: I'm running.
And speaking of weird, whilst doing research at work today I found this - Extreme Ironing? Ookae. Sometimes, people have too much time on their hands eh?
Finally met up with the darling Quin. We walked and window-shopped and talked and everything else. Miss the babe so damn much. Shoulda taken photos but I looked like shit and my camera wasn't with me. I think I shall get that dress tomorrow for the trip.
I feel old and lethargic. Walking around for 2 hours tires me out. No one to drink with either. Everyone's just too busy. Sad. Nevermind. Gonna shower and concuss. Adventure roadshow tomorrow, take a couple of shots and make new friends and then catch the rest of the gang at Arab St.
And speaking of weird, whilst doing research at work today I found this - Extreme Ironing? Ookae. Sometimes, people have too much time on their hands eh?
"You only think you understand. People cannot perfectly understand each other. They can't even understand themselves. Understanding a hundred percent of anything is impossible. So, people endeavour to attempt to learn about themselves and others. That's what makes life interesting." —Ryouji Kaji
Finally met up with the darling Quin. We walked and window-shopped and talked and everything else. Miss the babe so damn much. Shoulda taken photos but I looked like shit and my camera wasn't with me. I think I shall get that dress tomorrow for the trip.
I feel old and lethargic. Walking around for 2 hours tires me out. No one to drink with either. Everyone's just too busy. Sad. Nevermind. Gonna shower and concuss. Adventure roadshow tomorrow, take a couple of shots and make new friends and then catch the rest of the gang at Arab St.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
despair
I am amazed, at times, at how violent I get when I'm angry. Looking at the aftermath, wondering what possessed me.
You get that feeling sometimes, that you're just alone. That as much as you try reaching out to people, trying to express what it is that you feel that you're going through but no one simply understands. I just want to give up, surrender. I just want to let go and stop being so defensive, to keep protecting myself at every turn.
I want to stop it but I can't. Because I know the moment I do, I'm doomed. The moment I let my guard down, I'll suffer. Vulnerability. This small, soft, shy, timid thing that's me, coming out of that huge-ass wannabe I'm-a-tough-girl shell.
It makes you want to cry. It makes you want to scratch deep into your arms and ask yourself why. It's a feeling that makes you stare endlessly into space, a feeling that makes you question your existence.
You get that feeling sometimes, that you're just alone. That as much as you try reaching out to people, trying to express what it is that you feel that you're going through but no one simply understands. I just want to give up, surrender. I just want to let go and stop being so defensive, to keep protecting myself at every turn.
I want to stop it but I can't. Because I know the moment I do, I'm doomed. The moment I let my guard down, I'll suffer. Vulnerability. This small, soft, shy, timid thing that's me, coming out of that huge-ass wannabe I'm-a-tough-girl shell.
It makes you want to cry. It makes you want to scratch deep into your arms and ask yourself why. It's a feeling that makes you stare endlessly into space, a feeling that makes you question your existence.
that sounded like fun
I am trying to figure out where 70bucks disappeared from my account. It cannot be from the Singapore Cancer Foundation because the monthly donations should be deducted on the 15th of every month. Unless, I've been tricked and there goes my faith in charitable organizations who actually try to scam and con people. Not nice. Really not nice. It had me embarassing the shit out of myself and swearing never again to stay out late at night without having at least 50bucks (cash) on me.
Stupid girl, lu garou.
Although I'm glad that at least the turtle had fun, even despite the jostling and the packed sardine situation it usually is in Zouk. Oh yeah, we headed to The Clinic first for free drinks, instead of 5 complimentaries, we got only 3. Another scam. No matter. 'Ta'-ing is not that bad. When you have only 3 drinks, you need to do that to get high really fast. The Clinic is basically dead. Dead as dead can get. God knows my they even bother opening it in the first place. Filled with really weird and random people, although the bouncers were nice. I suppose they get the cheap thrills from buayas (who cannot make it, sadly) on the prowl.
Zouk, or rather Phuture, is always packed. I think turtle had better fun in Mambo than in Phuture. So next time we just Mambo the night away okae? :D Pity my camera battery was flat, forgot to charge it in the midst of all the action. Ok. I know who the culprit is. NTUC Income deducted $33.40 from my account for god knows what reason. I think it's got something to do with my insurance. But I thought my insurance was from AIA? Aiya fuck that.
Just managed to talk to the Lizard King. I MISS MY NEIGHBOUR/HOMIE! Yes I miss the boys. Each and everyone of them. Yes I sound mushy and am probably insane but I blame it on medication and being sick and feeling like crap. Today I'm heading home early to rest and concuss. Tomorrow with the mates, Saturday with DYL and Sunday to chill, like finally. Can't believe its just a week more to Phuket.
I feel so grogged out and drowsy. I just want to go home, curl on the bed with my notebook and my external hdd and watch movies all night long. I will not bank in my cheque yet. I think I lost my EZLink (OMFG 40BUCKS LOR!) and my sweet mother was kind enough to loan me hers and pass me some cash. Will buy her a new EZLink, pay off debts and live like a hermit.
I think I don't really like clubbing anymore. Mambo is fun, when they play songs like Maroon 5 and Bon Jovi's It's My Life. Hell, I'm growing old.
Stupid girl, lu garou.
Although I'm glad that at least the turtle had fun, even despite the jostling and the packed sardine situation it usually is in Zouk. Oh yeah, we headed to The Clinic first for free drinks, instead of 5 complimentaries, we got only 3. Another scam. No matter. 'Ta'-ing is not that bad. When you have only 3 drinks, you need to do that to get high really fast. The Clinic is basically dead. Dead as dead can get. God knows my they even bother opening it in the first place. Filled with really weird and random people, although the bouncers were nice. I suppose they get the cheap thrills from buayas (who cannot make it, sadly) on the prowl.
Zouk, or rather Phuture, is always packed. I think turtle had better fun in Mambo than in Phuture. So next time we just Mambo the night away okae? :D Pity my camera battery was flat, forgot to charge it in the midst of all the action. Ok. I know who the culprit is. NTUC Income deducted $33.40 from my account for god knows what reason. I think it's got something to do with my insurance. But I thought my insurance was from AIA? Aiya fuck that.
Just managed to talk to the Lizard King. I MISS MY NEIGHBOUR/HOMIE! Yes I miss the boys. Each and everyone of them. Yes I sound mushy and am probably insane but I blame it on medication and being sick and feeling like crap. Today I'm heading home early to rest and concuss. Tomorrow with the mates, Saturday with DYL and Sunday to chill, like finally. Can't believe its just a week more to Phuket.
I feel so grogged out and drowsy. I just want to go home, curl on the bed with my notebook and my external hdd and watch movies all night long. I will not bank in my cheque yet. I think I lost my EZLink (OMFG 40BUCKS LOR!) and my sweet mother was kind enough to loan me hers and pass me some cash. Will buy her a new EZLink, pay off debts and live like a hermit.
I think I don't really like clubbing anymore. Mambo is fun, when they play songs like Maroon 5 and Bon Jovi's It's My Life. Hell, I'm growing old.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
moonlit sonata
While the rest of the world sleeps, I found my guilty indulgence. Standing by the window with Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and watching the trails of smoke from my dying cigarette. Never strange, never funny how classical music - the instrumentals - never fail to soothe frayed nerves and tired souls. I wonder what was going through Beethoven's mind when he composed this. By far, one of the most sanguine and yet hopeful pieces I've ever heard.
It makes me think of long walks along empty stretches of road with only the moon to guide me. It makes me think of the quiet breeze against my face and the feel of cool earth and grass beneath my feet. It makes me think of all the faces in the darkness; the sad sorrowful gazes and how they fade as I walk closer.
I think of the past and the foolishness. I think of the past and the happier moments. I think of a dim flickering light in the distance, a candle with my name.
Of fragmented memories of a childhood long gone, long past. Of children's laughter and a parent's lecture. Of schoolbells and missed classes, of hockey matches with victory that was never ours. Of disappointment and defeat, of every line scored on my arms and legs. Of the burning anguish and miscommunication.
And all of life passes me by. In this silent quiet night. And all of the things I could never be proud of, only dismayed.
Maybe I should go back to listening to happier songs. On the bright side, I found Casshern. That ought to make work later today far more bearable. Provided the editor vanishes from the office.
It makes me think of long walks along empty stretches of road with only the moon to guide me. It makes me think of the quiet breeze against my face and the feel of cool earth and grass beneath my feet. It makes me think of all the faces in the darkness; the sad sorrowful gazes and how they fade as I walk closer.
I think of the past and the foolishness. I think of the past and the happier moments. I think of a dim flickering light in the distance, a candle with my name.
Of fragmented memories of a childhood long gone, long past. Of children's laughter and a parent's lecture. Of schoolbells and missed classes, of hockey matches with victory that was never ours. Of disappointment and defeat, of every line scored on my arms and legs. Of the burning anguish and miscommunication.
And all of life passes me by. In this silent quiet night. And all of the things I could never be proud of, only dismayed.
Maybe I should go back to listening to happier songs. On the bright side, I found Casshern. That ought to make work later today far more bearable. Provided the editor vanishes from the office.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
get some action
Today we live in the era of information. Information that comes with just the click of the mouse. That gets us virtually about anything that we went. No more need for manual research. No more need to travel painstakingly to the library to do your research. All you need was a working CPU and a modem (plus internet subscription) and you were free. Done for the day.
At first it was Altavista and Yahoo. Then Google came into the picture and destroyed everything for those two search engines. You can find recipes, you can find out how to get to some random ulu place but most importantly, you could find people. And so begins the dark age of technostalking. But just because I know a thing or two about exploiting the mechanics of the search engine doesn't mean I abuse it just to stalk people.
C'mon. I've better things to do. Like research, which is coming along pretty well. Now to piece things together and be ready for the big events in July. Mmm I smell the sea and sand already.
Updates on the weeks' schedule:
MON - Jam (done)
TUES - Nothing (free as a bird or lark or whatever flying mammal there is)
WED - Clubbing with the turtle (ITS LAYDEEEES NIGHT!)
THURS -
FRI - Drinks with the ex-schoolmates
SAT - Rock the Sub + Sheesha
SUN - Work in the morning and then chillaxing
I love the way the week fills up sometimes. Life's too short to spend it waiting by the phone. If no action is going to come to me, I'm gonna go out and get some.
At first it was Altavista and Yahoo. Then Google came into the picture and destroyed everything for those two search engines. You can find recipes, you can find out how to get to some random ulu place but most importantly, you could find people. And so begins the dark age of technostalking. But just because I know a thing or two about exploiting the mechanics of the search engine doesn't mean I abuse it just to stalk people.
C'mon. I've better things to do. Like research, which is coming along pretty well. Now to piece things together and be ready for the big events in July. Mmm I smell the sea and sand already.
Updates on the weeks' schedule:
MON - Jam (done)
TUES - Nothing (free as a bird or lark or whatever flying mammal there is)
WED - Clubbing with the turtle (ITS LAYDEEEES NIGHT!)
THURS -
FRI - Drinks with the ex-schoolmates
SAT - Rock the Sub + Sheesha
SUN - Work in the morning and then chillaxing
I love the way the week fills up sometimes. Life's too short to spend it waiting by the phone. If no action is going to come to me, I'm gonna go out and get some.
it's all about love baby
I think I blog way too much when there's too much time on my hands. Or actually that isn't the case because I have had too much time just the inability to express what I truly want to say.
There are times where you question the viablity and sustainability of romance in this day and age. An era filled with skeptics and cynics eager to prove the optimist and the romantic wrong. I'm all for skepticism. I'm all up for believing that the perfect happily ever after doesn't exist. For that matter, happily ever afters, in general, do NOT exist.
So says a person whose parents are still married to each other. With the occasional fights and squabbles and shriekfests (well, that's pretty common when one's loading up on testosterone and the other has decided to retreat into his shell of oestrogen), there are still those moments when I catch them being all nice and lovey with each other and makes me go awww inside. My father can be a bitch at times, acerbic wit. That's where we got it from and my mom's an utter pain with her endless teacher-like nags. But hey, that's family and as time goes by, it's how married couples evolve.
But you see, this kinda love takes place only after years of putting up with each other's bullshit and nonsense. They don't say 'I love you'. Only to us, their offspring. But I've yet to hear each say that to either. My parents are proof, somewhat, that arranged marriages do last and last for a long time. Which is why I'm all up for arranged marriages because despite all the nagging and whining and bitching and everything else; parents do know best after all.
Or rather, they don't really know me as much as they should or want to but hey, whatever floats their boat and makes them happy at the end of the day is fine by me.
So yes. I was talking about the viability of such and such in this time and age. I look at young couples on the street getting all cozy and mushy with each other and questions start streaming through my head.
1. Does he or she know it's not going to be like this forever?
2. Do they know the 'true' responsibilities of being in a relationship?
3. Sex does not always equate to love. Sex is all about physical gratification.
4. They're so going to get bored of each other, soon enough.
You can blame it on my bad run-ins in past relationships. Blame it all on my deep-seated inability to commit. Blame it all on my skewed and terribly biased opinion regarding the true meaning of love. Of which, if you'd like to know, it actually just means showing care and concern for another person and was derived from the Anglo-Saxons. HAH!
Maybe you can only say that you love a person when you're both old and graying and trying to defy gravity but you know that ain't gonna happen at all. After putting up with each other's shit, standing together in the face of calamity and chaos, well, there's GOT to be some deeper form of connection and communication beyong the physical right?
You're welcome to prove me wrong. You're welcome to change my mind. And if you do, that's good. Because I'm tired of seeing the same old things, the same old breakups and the same old problems.
Show me that you're right. With good logic and reasoning please. Because wishy-washy half-truths will only land you misery.
Right now I'm cautious to use the word. I'd prefer 'like' to love. After all, it's safer no?
There are times where you question the viablity and sustainability of romance in this day and age. An era filled with skeptics and cynics eager to prove the optimist and the romantic wrong. I'm all for skepticism. I'm all up for believing that the perfect happily ever after doesn't exist. For that matter, happily ever afters, in general, do NOT exist.
So says a person whose parents are still married to each other. With the occasional fights and squabbles and shriekfests (well, that's pretty common when one's loading up on testosterone and the other has decided to retreat into his shell of oestrogen), there are still those moments when I catch them being all nice and lovey with each other and makes me go awww inside. My father can be a bitch at times, acerbic wit. That's where we got it from and my mom's an utter pain with her endless teacher-like nags. But hey, that's family and as time goes by, it's how married couples evolve.
But you see, this kinda love takes place only after years of putting up with each other's bullshit and nonsense. They don't say 'I love you'. Only to us, their offspring. But I've yet to hear each say that to either. My parents are proof, somewhat, that arranged marriages do last and last for a long time. Which is why I'm all up for arranged marriages because despite all the nagging and whining and bitching and everything else; parents do know best after all.
Or rather, they don't really know me as much as they should or want to but hey, whatever floats their boat and makes them happy at the end of the day is fine by me.
So yes. I was talking about the viability of such and such in this time and age. I look at young couples on the street getting all cozy and mushy with each other and questions start streaming through my head.
1. Does he or she know it's not going to be like this forever?
2. Do they know the 'true' responsibilities of being in a relationship?
3. Sex does not always equate to love. Sex is all about physical gratification.
4. They're so going to get bored of each other, soon enough.
You can blame it on my bad run-ins in past relationships. Blame it all on my deep-seated inability to commit. Blame it all on my skewed and terribly biased opinion regarding the true meaning of love. Of which, if you'd like to know, it actually just means showing care and concern for another person and was derived from the Anglo-Saxons. HAH!
Maybe you can only say that you love a person when you're both old and graying and trying to defy gravity but you know that ain't gonna happen at all. After putting up with each other's shit, standing together in the face of calamity and chaos, well, there's GOT to be some deeper form of connection and communication beyong the physical right?
You're welcome to prove me wrong. You're welcome to change my mind. And if you do, that's good. Because I'm tired of seeing the same old things, the same old breakups and the same old problems.
Show me that you're right. With good logic and reasoning please. Because wishy-washy half-truths will only land you misery.
Right now I'm cautious to use the word. I'd prefer 'like' to love. After all, it's safer no?
behind the scenes
This morning, as much as I was cheated out of a dollar for my cabfare, it was interesting to see the way family attempt to stay together and be in contact. The taxi driver and his whole family play Maple Story. Yes, that stupid hack-slash repetitive nonsense that I was hooked once and then got frustrated and gave up on it completely. Everyone plays. His wife, two daughters, brother-in-law and hell, even his dad (which would make it the kid's grandpa) plays it.
Interesting.
I never really sat down to take note of what my editor meant when he talked about steep learning curve. I thought that hey, I suppose learning how to write appropriately for a publication was steep enough. But it entails more than just that. Yes, some of my dahling friends who believe that I am being exploited since I earn monkey's pay for the amount of work that I do. But I guess people forget that the term 'internship' means to learn as well.
So what have I exactly learnt? Apart from angling the way I write to fit in not just the facts but the emotional element (well, I try. I ain't perfect but I'm gonna get there soon), I've been doing a hecklot of research on other stuff as well. Google is seriously your best friend. Got to know all these really cool athletes and from time to time, we get freebies too. Also, the media pass allows you power and the freedom to roam wherever you feel you should. I'm preparing this board in my room with a montage of all the media passes I've gotten during this period as an intern. It helps, to look young and blur sometimes, because then people take pity on you. Hur.
Guess my brain's decided to take a break after all the chaos of the past few weeks. We're gonna be focussing a lot on triathletes and running/swimming/biking come next issue. So loads of interviews (hopefully) and research. I ♥ you Google. You are my best friend. Although you can be a bitch at times but still, you're my best friend.
I will resist banking in my cheque till next week. Must survive! And learn how to budget and manage.
The photographer who came in on Thursday dropped by and what he said about the mechanics of shooting sport or taking photos in general reminded me why I bought my Canon in the first place. "Young photographers are only content to be spectators. They only document. They don't engage the subject." He spoke of how he studied the players from China, got to know them as individuals - their characters and personalities all from behind the lens.
I had this thing going on in my head. That the worth and capability of a photographer was measured by the equipment they had. So i slunk away from most shootouts because I was still stuck with a kitlens and built-in flash. I made excuses and eventually my Canon got a little dusty. It still is, waiting for me to get back on my feet and shoot again.
It's the thing that makes me feel alive. Just peering through the lens and waiting for the action. Finding that slice of colour despite the monotony of the world around. Of being able to grasp the concept of life through images. It's not a lot, many people tout it, but it makes me feel as if finally there's something that keeps me sane. That makes this life worth living.
I am not a professional photographer. I doubt I will ever be. All those dreams of being a travel photojournalist and working for the National Geographic is only a dream, wishful thinking. But I am a photographer. I am one who composes the shot in her head before hitting the trigger. One who climbs down into drains to get up-close and personal.
Or rather, I was.
This weekend, I promise I'll bring my Canon out. To take shots of bands. To have the colours and lights swerve and play. Why not? Seriously.
Why not?
Interesting.
I never really sat down to take note of what my editor meant when he talked about steep learning curve. I thought that hey, I suppose learning how to write appropriately for a publication was steep enough. But it entails more than just that. Yes, some of my dahling friends who believe that I am being exploited since I earn monkey's pay for the amount of work that I do. But I guess people forget that the term 'internship' means to learn as well.
So what have I exactly learnt? Apart from angling the way I write to fit in not just the facts but the emotional element (well, I try. I ain't perfect but I'm gonna get there soon), I've been doing a hecklot of research on other stuff as well. Google is seriously your best friend. Got to know all these really cool athletes and from time to time, we get freebies too. Also, the media pass allows you power and the freedom to roam wherever you feel you should. I'm preparing this board in my room with a montage of all the media passes I've gotten during this period as an intern. It helps, to look young and blur sometimes, because then people take pity on you. Hur.
Guess my brain's decided to take a break after all the chaos of the past few weeks. We're gonna be focussing a lot on triathletes and running/swimming/biking come next issue. So loads of interviews (hopefully) and research. I ♥ you Google. You are my best friend. Although you can be a bitch at times but still, you're my best friend.
I will resist banking in my cheque till next week. Must survive! And learn how to budget and manage.
The photographer who came in on Thursday dropped by and what he said about the mechanics of shooting sport or taking photos in general reminded me why I bought my Canon in the first place. "Young photographers are only content to be spectators. They only document. They don't engage the subject." He spoke of how he studied the players from China, got to know them as individuals - their characters and personalities all from behind the lens.
I had this thing going on in my head. That the worth and capability of a photographer was measured by the equipment they had. So i slunk away from most shootouts because I was still stuck with a kitlens and built-in flash. I made excuses and eventually my Canon got a little dusty. It still is, waiting for me to get back on my feet and shoot again.
It's the thing that makes me feel alive. Just peering through the lens and waiting for the action. Finding that slice of colour despite the monotony of the world around. Of being able to grasp the concept of life through images. It's not a lot, many people tout it, but it makes me feel as if finally there's something that keeps me sane. That makes this life worth living.
I am not a professional photographer. I doubt I will ever be. All those dreams of being a travel photojournalist and working for the National Geographic is only a dream, wishful thinking. But I am a photographer. I am one who composes the shot in her head before hitting the trigger. One who climbs down into drains to get up-close and personal.
Or rather, I was.
This weekend, I promise I'll bring my Canon out. To take shots of bands. To have the colours and lights swerve and play. Why not? Seriously.
Why not?
Monday, June 4, 2007
thanks ah
To tell the truth, I'm quite entertaining the idea that maybe just maybe I am turning gay. Not that I'm getting any amount of attention from the same sex, still getting pervy glances from dirty old (now they've a race too) men. What the hell. My skirt can't possibly be that short, it's mid-thigh and I have legs like chickens. I mean, not skinny legs but elephant chickens. So yes.
Perhaps this is what happens when you hang out with too many guys. Testosterone rubs off on you. Not just in BF2 where you're screaming vularities because you just got headshot by the computer. FOR SPARTA!!! Or when you're ogling some hot chick with the rest of the boys and she's got legs and an ass that's like whoa. Ok. I can see why people think I'm not straight and no one's batted an eyelid yet as to why I'm still single.
I CAN BE SINGLE DAMN IT! I DON'T HAVE TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP EVERY 3 WEEKS AFTER I BREAK UP!
Sometimes they're adorable and endearing (though there are limits to it) and sometimes I just want to strangle the whole lot. I have feelings too. :(
So now to get ready for jam. I'm hungry but I'm gonna control my diet/appetite and aim to lose all the weight I've been gaining over the past couple of months. Too happy eat so much.
LOVELOVE and yes, now you can ALL CALL ME AND HANG OUT WITH ME BECAUSE DEADLINE WEEK IS OVER AND I AM FREE FREE FREE!
Grifter - No. 11 says:
les?
ichimaru lin. our days were numbered by nights, on too many rooftops. says:
yeahhhh
Grifter - No. 11 says:
we all know abt it
ichimaru lin. our days were numbered by nights, on too many rooftops. says:
...
ichimaru lin. our days were numbered by nights, on too many rooftops. says:
thanks ah eddy
Grifter - No. 11 says:
wahahaha
Perhaps this is what happens when you hang out with too many guys. Testosterone rubs off on you. Not just in BF2 where you're screaming vularities because you just got headshot by the computer. FOR SPARTA!!! Or when you're ogling some hot chick with the rest of the boys and she's got legs and an ass that's like whoa. Ok. I can see why people think I'm not straight and no one's batted an eyelid yet as to why I'm still single.
I CAN BE SINGLE DAMN IT! I DON'T HAVE TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP EVERY 3 WEEKS AFTER I BREAK UP!
Sometimes they're adorable and endearing (though there are limits to it) and sometimes I just want to strangle the whole lot. I have feelings too. :(
So now to get ready for jam. I'm hungry but I'm gonna control my diet/appetite and aim to lose all the weight I've been gaining over the past couple of months. Too happy eat so much.
LOVELOVE and yes, now you can ALL CALL ME AND HANG OUT WITH ME BECAUSE DEADLINE WEEK IS OVER AND I AM FREE FREE FREE!
some things you write are a little...
My editor just told me this, whilst we sat down discussing the feature I wrote for the FIVB.
Some of the things, or rather the way I wrote, kinda gave the impression that I swung the other way. Which could be bad for me because then people typecast and stereotype me as being the lesbian or rather, not straight, sports journalist from Sportmag. He took the liberty to making me look straight.
I heard it and I nearly laughed my head off.
Ah well sir, I'm actually very bisexual. Do you think that could help open up the playing field for me? Since it's pretty much dead in my zone.
Sniff sniff.
All's well that ends well. We're looking forward to a weekend of sun and fun. And maybe soon enough, with all the volleyball action going on, next year Sportmag might just send in a team to play. :D
Some of the things, or rather the way I wrote, kinda gave the impression that I swung the other way. Which could be bad for me because then people typecast and stereotype me as being the lesbian or rather, not straight, sports journalist from Sportmag. He took the liberty to making me look straight.
I heard it and I nearly laughed my head off.
Ah well sir, I'm actually very bisexual. Do you think that could help open up the playing field for me? Since it's pretty much dead in my zone.
Sniff sniff.
All's well that ends well. We're looking forward to a weekend of sun and fun. And maybe soon enough, with all the volleyball action going on, next year Sportmag might just send in a team to play. :D
secret places we don't fight this
1. That I watched the demo for Starcraft II. It is sex. Like really. Hardcore sex. I am loving the Protoss every minute. 15 minutes of unsolicitated concentration on my PSP just watching the gameplay. THE PROTOSS HAVE A MOTHERSHIP AND THE PLANET CRACKER LOOKS DAMN AWESOME!
2. The bus ride was unfortunate because just as we reached JB, the immigration checkpoint or whatever it was, it died. It being the bus. And well, my brother went missing, parents went ballistic, found him again, shouting fiesta between the mother and father, then I said something and my sister spilled soyabean everywhere because it was fucking random.
3. Not smoking and not really dying. Least not yet. Tomorrow I will smoke hardcore. My lungs miss the nicotine.
4. I can't really remember what I bought in KL. Not a lot of clothes. Books? Ohh yes. Lingerie.
5. I think I allowed my brain to rot far too much. I realise that whatever things are right now are not how they're meant to be. They should be how they were meant to be. Meaning... I'll have to do something about this.
6. People should not flirt with me when I'm tired because I take everything out of context and am thoroughly not amused.
7. WHERE HAVE THE HOMEBOYS GONE?!
8. I still look 16. Or rather, people still believe I'm 16. That would explain a lot of things.
9. I HATE THE FUCKING TRAIN STATION THERE. OMFG. WE HAD TO WALK SO MUCH LA. Did not help my ankle went bust and limping back to the hotel (because SOMEONE [read: father] so smart wanted to walk back and said it was damn near whaaaat) in the rain is very uncool. Uncool meaning the pain can drive you up the wall and force you into hysterics.
10. Maybe it's just me, but I had no appetite in KL at all. Might be because of cigarettes. And oh, Starbucks. I went all the way there, to survive on Starbucks. 12 FUCKING RINGGIT OMG. I suppose some things don't change.
11. My hairstylist (who smacked her head looking at the condition of my hair) said she could get me tix to the F1 prix or whatever it is in KL. See if I can get the boss to sponsor accomodation or some shit. Mwahahah. :D
12. Oh yeah. The beds were the sex. Apple juice did not taste like apple juice and my sister still gets leered at by people even when the fiance is around.
*
Doubt Mike is coming along for Bintan. Tomorrow I'll get that flyer again, settle the finances with Shaikha and go for jam.
MON - jam
TUES -
WED -
THURS -
FRI -
SAT - Tapestry audition + Rock the Sub + Sheesha with DYLers
SUN - Orchard Anlene Run + Samsung Inline Thingy
Ok. I'm only free from Tues to Thurs and the stupid best friend is busy dating the whole world and then later whining that I don't have time for him. Grar.
2. The bus ride was unfortunate because just as we reached JB, the immigration checkpoint or whatever it was, it died. It being the bus. And well, my brother went missing, parents went ballistic, found him again, shouting fiesta between the mother and father, then I said something and my sister spilled soyabean everywhere because it was fucking random.
3. Not smoking and not really dying. Least not yet. Tomorrow I will smoke hardcore. My lungs miss the nicotine.
4. I can't really remember what I bought in KL. Not a lot of clothes. Books? Ohh yes. Lingerie.
5. I think I allowed my brain to rot far too much. I realise that whatever things are right now are not how they're meant to be. They should be how they were meant to be. Meaning... I'll have to do something about this.
6. People should not flirt with me when I'm tired because I take everything out of context and am thoroughly not amused.
7. WHERE HAVE THE HOMEBOYS GONE?!
8. I still look 16. Or rather, people still believe I'm 16. That would explain a lot of things.
9. I HATE THE FUCKING TRAIN STATION THERE. OMFG. WE HAD TO WALK SO MUCH LA. Did not help my ankle went bust and limping back to the hotel (because SOMEONE [read: father] so smart wanted to walk back and said it was damn near whaaaat) in the rain is very uncool. Uncool meaning the pain can drive you up the wall and force you into hysterics.
10. Maybe it's just me, but I had no appetite in KL at all. Might be because of cigarettes. And oh, Starbucks. I went all the way there, to survive on Starbucks. 12 FUCKING RINGGIT OMG. I suppose some things don't change.
11. My hairstylist (who smacked her head looking at the condition of my hair) said she could get me tix to the F1 prix or whatever it is in KL. See if I can get the boss to sponsor accomodation or some shit. Mwahahah. :D
12. Oh yeah. The beds were the sex. Apple juice did not taste like apple juice and my sister still gets leered at by people even when the fiance is around.
*
Doubt Mike is coming along for Bintan. Tomorrow I'll get that flyer again, settle the finances with Shaikha and go for jam.
MON - jam
TUES -
WED -
THURS -
FRI -
SAT - Tapestry audition + Rock the Sub + Sheesha with DYLers
SUN - Orchard Anlene Run + Samsung Inline Thingy
Ok. I'm only free from Tues to Thurs and the stupid best friend is busy dating the whole world and then later whining that I don't have time for him. Grar.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
i've returned
I AM HOME! OMG THANK GOD I'M HOME!
So much drama. Seriously. I tell you I think people think I'm nuts because when the rest of the family is going nuts and stressing out and shouting at each other I'm sitting down laughing my head off. Nicotine-deprived.
HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW PAINFULLY TORTURING IT IS TO BE IN A COUNTRY WHERE EVERYONE SMOKES EVERYWHERE AND YOU CAN'T DO THE SAME THING BECAUSE YOU'RE VACATIONING WITH FAMILY WHO BELIEVE YOU DON'T?!
Omg. Seriously la. I want to kill myself. Or rather, I wanted to kill myself.
Ling and Dzef now? Together? Surprising much? Maybe not.
Unpack, find clothes for tomorrow and concuss. Airconditioning is dripping again and it is not cool. Water everywhere and pissing me off. Will write something more philosophic and self-reflectory (if there be such a word) tomorrow. Or when I feel better. Freakonomics (yes, I bought the book in KL's Borders) is a delight to my cerebral tastebuds. Yummeh.
So much drama. Seriously. I tell you I think people think I'm nuts because when the rest of the family is going nuts and stressing out and shouting at each other I'm sitting down laughing my head off. Nicotine-deprived.
HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW PAINFULLY TORTURING IT IS TO BE IN A COUNTRY WHERE EVERYONE SMOKES EVERYWHERE AND YOU CAN'T DO THE SAME THING BECAUSE YOU'RE VACATIONING WITH FAMILY WHO BELIEVE YOU DON'T?!
Omg. Seriously la. I want to kill myself. Or rather, I wanted to kill myself.
Ling and Dzef now? Together? Surprising much? Maybe not.
Unpack, find clothes for tomorrow and concuss. Airconditioning is dripping again and it is not cool. Water everywhere and pissing me off. Will write something more philosophic and self-reflectory (if there be such a word) tomorrow. Or when I feel better. Freakonomics (yes, I bought the book in KL's Borders) is a delight to my cerebral tastebuds. Yummeh.
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