What an afternoon and nite it has been...but since I stink now and a thousand flies that come my way would stick on me, time for a bath and a good nitez sleep.

Come tomorrow, blogspot...here I come! *blorrrgggg Bloorrr....ZZzzzz*

saw that?? saw that?? The administrator actually did a blog test to verify the working system. Well, what can i say...I am impressed! Impressed with the way the CS has responded promptly in a personalised and hassle free manner. Blogger support has restored my somewhat loss of faith in virtuality. Thanks Bill L. at Blogger support.

Yay! I am normal again...I think. Who cares...I'm the Q-test *wink*

test post by blogger support

Ok, I have decided that in order for meself to afford a damaging digicam...I shall not go see the shrink! I shall be here everyday, faithfully...more like a nutcase....posting till they publish my fucking blog!!!

Damn error again....hate to begin another blog. 2 ways - this blogspot better work again or I will 4ever say good bye to this blogging. Yes...and I cannot hide my utmost displeasure, detest and jealousy I have for Jarer becoz HIS BLOG IS WORKING!!! Darn thing....*yes and with all this somewhat unnecessary outburst..I will be forever banned by the administrator...probably already am!* *sooob* I need to go and see a shrink!!!

awww....I am upset. Why isnt my blogspot working....cant invite, cant be invited and worse, cant post! See, back to the issue of elusion - the more u want it, the more it eludes you.

DC stands for David Chan

Blogger is stressed. It is breaking down on us *at least the free users*. Isn't it true then that nothing comes free? My invites from Terme and Devo aint working (as confessed by the adminstrator and will take 2 weeks to sort it out) and now, our posts cannot be published. Sigh...but no worries, I have a new 'adventure' and that is to find the 'perfect' DC toy. Blorrrggg....later, for now.

When one has a choice, confusion kicks in. The age of technology has everyone confused and spoilt for choice. Mayb this is a good thing for me, I may take too long to decide and end up not buying! Hmm...I am not like this. This time, I know I will get a DC somehow, cheap one though...guess I should head down to Sim Lim and see if they have whats sold in pounds at Firebox. Lets see...Acer 300, Fuji Slimshot looks good too!

Yay! Think I might have found the answer to a cheap alternative to the thru-the nose-priced Casio Exilim which is a killer to have *yes, I shall be totally rational when it comes to spending that kinda money*. Since this is going to be my first *and I mean MY OWN* gadget, looks like Blink Digicam is it - cheap like about $120, smaller than palm size with pretty good pix to boot. So glad I found it on the gadgetry site at Firebox.com. Sure, it has limitations...but I suppose it is bearable for a fun-for-everything kinda cam. Cant wait to buy it off the net and get started!!

Tennis...love the game...gone are the days of Chris Evertloyd, Martina Navratilova, Edberg, Ivan Lendl, Michael Chang *hez another love story altogether..tsk tsk*, Steffi Graf, but now...Hewitt, Henin, the William sistas, Srichapan...still love the game. I find it hard to believe myself that I have, after all these years *6 years to be exact*, started playing this game again. It all started with my fellow colleagues being interested and getting to action....played with them last Wednesday. It was a love affair all over. I am glad to have started playing coz tennis looks like the only 'exercise' regime I have taken to. Hate jogging...gives me aches all over and the way my heart pumps so hard I could feel all of my chest thumping and totally incapicitates my speech. Feels like a regiment of the highest order. No wonder I always feel sick when asked to go for a jog or to trek thru the hills of Bukit Timah (gotta admit was good sometimes, minus the pressure to perform trekking the inside of the hill). Tennis - no longer an excrutiating attempt for me. Had a good work out on a hot Saturday afternoon on a rather cracked-up court near Boon Lay *gee, who would have thot there would be TENNIS courts there??!*. Thanks honey for playing with me and bearing with the sunlight in your face. :) I should be the one in the sunlight huh?! Anyway, I am looking forward to play and improve this game twice a week...Wednesdays and Saturdays...here I come!

Is it going to rain or not? Think the clouds must feel constipated now. All the signs are there...swaying trees, flipping curtains, red sky, smell of rain *or is it psychological?* oh...but wherez the rain?

Have u ever stuffed money anywhere else apart from where it is supposed to be? Well, sure...it could be anywhere as long as you know where your 'safe' hiding place is. In between the sheets? Under the folds of the panty? Wall crevice? Dustbin? But PUURRRlease...Ma, Lesson of the day - Thou shall remember where thou puts money at, safe or not! Otherwise, u will end up taking your wardrobe apart looking for printed sheets of valuable paper!

I am high...blasting Cake's I Will Survive...my all-time favourite. Perks me up without fail. It is the kinda song to put on repeat mode. Is head banging in fashion anymore?
*Gee weez, my room is spinning*

Spend an hour composing a masterpiece on Terme's termite abode but it disappear to cyberspace. I hope it's in the system some where otherwise i'm going to chuck a whoop whoop. We are not amused.

what can i say. for once i'm almost speechless but that didn't last very long. And the award for comedic poetry goes to .......... ( drum roll ) myself for initiating it in the first place. Why thank you. I'm most kind.

Devo is a wierdo, cannot quite figure
Loud hairydo, attention to linger
Never believes in a re-do, mind is a wanderer
Sometimes he needs the loo, but wheres the paper
Drives a car that is cool, it is called a beemer
Goes to the booth to do, but only almost a singer.

Comic Sans MS...is it supposed to be farnee? Strange, I aint laughing.

If you had some chilli,
your tongue will be chilly.
If you had some lilies,
betcha you gonna be dizzy.
If you saw some tities,
mamaz gonna beat you silly.
No attention to give Terme,
he will go CRAZY!

Hey Devo the weirdo, I would like to blog to your last blog in my blog that if only I was writing a thesis, I would have written your part of the blog too! :)

Ahhh...such relief, and I mean relief in the toilet to shee shee and for other matter *no pun intended*. I sat there wondering if the clouds feel the same way as one would be relieved from his/her pee. Will the tiny particles sitting at the bottom of the bowl appreciate the rain in a 'hot weather'? Can u imagine if the clouds could poo as well...ok, disgusting...just think about it as mud rain then. Blah Humans!

I am happy. I am happy just reading devoz/termez blog. It is a never ending affair of laffter...whilst life shouldnt be a laughing matter, IT IS a laughing matter.

I was asked "so?"...my reply was "So Lah Ti Do". Gotta say this....Howie's moto is "Just do it" and true to his 'robust' and 'tough' built, it should be "just do eat". Hahaha...yes and Howie will say I am the pot calling the kettle black. *grin*

Rain....love the rain and the smell of it. It has a soothing effect on me. Such pleasure it will be for me if I am sipping my hot tea over a book or my favourite Vanity Fair....or how about reading thrash magazines about how Meg Ryan is back with Dennis Quaid, Rosie Odonaldz lesbian girlfriend is pregnant with their child, the endless talk about the how Diana death was premaditated. :) Or mayb I should just sleep. G'dnite.

It doesn't have to be about feelings about more of a mindset. It is a matter or saying whether the glass is half full or half empty. Or whether you want to say it's neither. It's glass with lipstick on it and the lady who udrank from it had a cracked lip. That's looking deeper, if you want to look. Of course you can look deep into yourself and confront your demons and see who you are and son. It works too.

But if you are bored and have nothing to do , just look at the old lady who comes in the evening to clear the old papers and rubbish and wonder what her life is like. It will most likely make you feel sad because you pity her and she's old and she has to clear other people's rubbish to support herself because her family has abandoned her and so on. Then you look at yourself . When you have done so, you will live your life a little different, and even appreciate it more.

To seek the truth is to live our lives.

Ohh...that doggie? That is a rare species and it would cost a premium but I guarantee you that it would taste wonderfully tender cooked in our special sauce. Eeeks!!....then again, we cannot deny that this is taking place in many countries. How is one able to look into a dogs eyes and say "yah...I want to eat you"? Surely, the carnivores dun look into them.

Yeah it is always about looking deeper and inner feelings. Isn't it tiring sometimes? But I reckon this is just one of the ways one will choose to express himself/herself on the superficial basis only for the priviledged few who will and can look deeper. It is never there until you seek it.

Lays chips *chomp chomp chomp*. Have you had lays?...Sure, I aint as hard-up as u think. My my...aint I going further. Gee...whats this in my head? ....funny, is that how a man would say it and gets further and further out of hand?

How much is that doggie in the window ? The one with the waggly tail .

Interesting how innocent songs were 20 years ago compared to songs of today. But perhaps that song has hidden issue behind the lyrics. Maybe it's about abandonment and loneliness, the need for companionship. Maybe it could be more sinister than that and it's about animal abuse.

If you look deep enough, you will see the truth.

maybe you create a new blog. your current one is a bit clogged up hahaha

Dang...I aint gonna be in anyone's team. I have been having trouble getting accepted since the day I started. Devo and Terme have been inviting me like I am some princess yet, nothin's happenin'! Mayb I should go talk to the administrator.

some fellow NEW blogger (u know who u r) is attempting to make a name for himself by being absolutely and ridiculously farnee "...shove a brinjal up your ass and out your nostril..." Sure thing...and what do u get? U get mashed brinjal in the yummiest of its form and u snort it back in for the highest state of pleasure. *SLUURRRRP*

Realised I am such a writer...haha...would anyone ever bother to read such a long blog? *bloeeeng bloeeeng* Thanks Colin and Dave....I know you guys will read it even if it was toilet-paper-roll long. *curtsie*

Su-Anne brought a Chinese newspaper this morning. Next to one of the striking headlines was a photograph of a lady. Ironically, behind the made-up face of lipstick and faded eyeliner, there was no spirit, she looked down and out, as if her life is just wasted and pointless...almost. She is 24, worked as a bar girl, drowned herself with sleeping pills, didnt wake up for 3 days and nites, stole for her married boyfriend who is 17 years her senior to clear his debt, had abortion 3 times (this guy ought to be shot), sentenced to 17 months jail for stealing and fraud. What's further poignant about this is that she studied in SCGS all her life, was Su-Anne's classmate at NP, Mass Comm. and was one of the top students. Her life had everything going for her (seemingly), good job, writes well...until the day she met the man at a lounge for a friends' gathering. Yes, the paper claimed he was good looking and charming. Was this the reason for her to do everything she chose to do? Or mayb was the fact that she did not have a father figure since she was 3 (her parents were divorced), that she always worked hard for her mother and she 'finally' found a reason in this man. Her own reason good enough to keep her going, living. Whilst I think this man is a bastard, and many people will say that she is stupid, I hope that one day, we will all know, truly, why she, or like many others like her, took this path.

God Bless her.

Let go? Of what? Your pants? Be careful lest you be sued for outraging of modesty.

Why do we hold on to certain things in our lives and just refuse to let go ? Is it the fear of emptiness ? Rejection ? Insecurity ? Loneliness ? Sometimes it's alright to hold on to certain things that are precious to you, be them memories or something physical, but sometimes we just have to let go in order to move on.

Sometimes we feel down because we feel nothing is going right for us. We feel that our lives are falling apart and sometimes we feel what is the point of it all. I'm sure all of us go through that once in awhile and we feel all is lost. But if we ask the right questions, we may find some answers. We may not have an answer for everything. Sometimes we just have feel our way around in the dark. It's ok to be in the dark sometimes, because then we will appreciate what we have.

Call them morons , call them intellects, when people are indecisive, they cannot communicate.

Dave...u are so right "Friendship is priceless and costly."

Why dun people communicate clearly? Why is it always half done? Especially at work...one person tells you one thing and another says something else. This aint gonna get work done properly. Morons or what??!!

hey, the couple looks familiar, ohhhh the baby is soooo cute, woah...what a hunk, oo hoo this girl's hot...just endless stream of people going up the escalator toward IKEA while I sit at Burger King with Colin over a regular Ice Lemon Tea on Sunday afternoon. With every passing being, I wonder why he/she, they are here for...do they even have anything to buy? Or is it a place for visual and tangible treat - cheap, chic, comfortable, colourful, to say the very least. Since my last IKEA furniture purchase late last year, I have been happy with my room...so, IKEA is my place for a stroll these days. *smile* For strollers like me, it is perhaps a time to 'dream' and be inspired for my future pad. *dreeeaaamm...*

The value of friendship is priceless and costly. It's priceless whe you discover your true friends but it's costly when you lose them or when they betray you.

and since I am in the mood to write...figure I shall attempt to recover my say I lost on Friday. It was frustrating to lose those as a lot had been said...and I always believe that a repeat is never the same. Anyway, it was about the value of friendship...

In our lifetime, many people cross our paths. So often, they come and they go. Some acquaintances remain as that and some become friends. It is such a generic word. You have the friend who sends you a wedding card to remind you of his/her existence, the friend who calls once a year for a festive gathering, the friend who calls you every few months to catch up, the friend who is also your colleague or ex colleague and talks only about work, the friend who calls you almost everyday to share his/her life and the friend who tells you what goes into the diary, the friend who becomes an acquaintance and the friend who is "sorry, I dun remember but what's your name again"? I mean it is tough. We all get disappointed and hurt when sincerity, emotions and so much time spent in a friendship, hoping that it will be everlasting, result in alas, back to being acquaintances. Nothing we can do if people dun feel the same way as you do. Hence, reciprocation is important. Also, think about it - only if your emotion is stirred thru a rollercoaster ride, then that is what I call a "Friendship". I believe we all will find it...just takes time, all of it.

I also wonder what it means when one claims to have a best friend. Almost 15 years ago, my dad said to me "You are only your own best friend, no one else". My dad was trying to be a father. While it seemed rather exaggerated and extreme then, thru the years and all of my experiences, I have become more conscious of this liner. What do you do when your friend becomes increasingly elusive with every phonecall, every email, every meeting....you end up hanging out with your alter-ego and because only you, yourself know exactly how you feel, you end up having to make decisions on your own, despite advice from friends (which can frustratingly differ as well) at times. With this, perhaps, my dad was right. I will only know for certain when I lay, taking my last breath.

Such unearthly hours we keep but it is the teh tariks and halias that friends sit to drink over laffter and tears, the senseless endless soap operas for the mind, the breaking news on the news network, the pile of magazines yet to be dusted off for a lil attention, the infinite information on the highway, and the and the and the.....mayb, we should learn to love daylight more. For now, I am happy the way I am. :)

So much blog to blog about....funny how, not blogging for a day, actually made me feel kinda 'guilty'. I wonder if I ever promised myself to write everday or is it all Dave's fault coz he wrote the last blog on my blogspot...and y'know, it is almost like the need to reply sooner but havent done so kinda thing? Keke....but here it goes, my reply and blog for the day. erm I mean morning....

well, mozzerella is David in the state of meltism (he claims that he mind melts *hah*).

Karaok was violent on Friday nite (as always) at Violet 2 where we had a good balance of off-key singer(s?) and professional singers (Ax2 & G) who make up for the impromptu jazz variation of a Top 40 song...haha...I am lucky coz nasal Robbie Williams and the beautiful Karen Carpenter are always there to entertain. Fun fun fun.

Earlier, was somewhat stumped by "Minority Report". Steven Spielberg is really an artist...it was futuristic yet believable (unlike Fifth Element, Demolition Man, etc) - now that is tough to pull off especially for someone like me who is almost Sci-Fi averse. Like the lil bits of humour too...I mean he is so detailed. Overall, this is so unlike Spielberg in many ways yet, it is Spielberg. Seen the movie? Think about it. For once, a particular movie critic got her ratings rite! *grin*

what the hell is mozarella ? I mean can you go up to guy on the street and say , " Excuse i'm a bit lost, can you tell where the post office is ? " I know it sounds like one of those travelling language book. Anyway, so the guy replies , " Sure , if you go down this street, turn right at the mozarella and after 50 m, keep left after the flower pot, you will find yourself mozarelll in front of the post office." Yeah i think that sounds right.

Human inner subconciousness is nothing more than one speaking out loud. It's your inner voice yakking away. When people do that they have no idea that others are listening. It may not be something audible. It could be a gesture. Try staring at someone and watch what they are doing. They don't have say anything out loud. But their little gestures, like a frown or a shrug or a scratch, say something to us. What makes it funny is that we try to figure out what they are' saying' .

IT IS true....Alison's a morphasized human monkey. Hahaha...her thin and long limbs makes an animation outta her when she makes fun of others. *dun kill me, ally* Truly funny...infectious too sometimes.

Lunch was beef noodle at Amara food court...been a long time. Behind the layer of cloudy steam....pink-cheeked lady was polite and patient, serving customer by customer with a warm smile and a gentle voice. She didnt seem like she belonged there. I asked for more sesame oil and she poured a sauce plate of it for me...unusual. Notwithstanding the amount of s.o. she gave, the world will be a better place with more polite people like her around.

Had another good lunch...todays' topics were Gerald's experience of the 3rd kind in his own bathroom (he put himself on repeat mode apparently) and poking fun at Amy's 'lil gestures and liners she used ever so often subconsciously....and yup, subconscious is good most times coz it presents the truest of oneself.

Hahaa....Colin said Cin City sounded like a porn site. Well, haven't we all crossed paths with this fantasy world of pleasure in all sense of the word? Could be accidental, could be deliberate, could be an obsession...it is all in the mind. We should not avoid it, though not necessary to conform to it, coz it is there. Admit it. Cin City...I like it pure and simple. Innocence of the mind. I am well. Thanks honey. *smile*

Why does people think so much? Is there ever a time for void? y'know..like totally kpoot kinda thing. Well, guess that would be when one expires.

*bleh* Yucky green tea cake my mum so kindly gave me for breakfast. Sorry ma...green tea is for drinking only. Square of L - longan and lychee is as sweet as it can be. *muah*

gosh...final lash of the great minded, almost...as it must have been completely melted by now. *Mozerella*

what is a curtsie ? Do people do that anymore ? You have to wear a skirt to do that. Guys look ridiculous doing that, unless you are male ballerina.

Ahhh...what can I say...Cin City prevails, yet again. *curtsie*

Yeah rite...U melted even before I could say Good Nite!
Good nite mozerella *melted* cheese.

Mindmelt rules !!

All the time...all the time.

What happens when people say " Good Night " to you when it's not ? Do you say ," Is It ? "

a thought for the day - be careful which side you decide to part your hair. always check with the weather man coz you just dunno where the wind is blowing from.

Lost 2 chunks of text...messy template...got impatient. Dave reminds me of it. Thank you.

so finally you made it. good thing you didn't say bog. i mean it would be if you got yourself a bog than you don't have to fight for it in the morning

I am born! I feel such sense of 'achievement' already...got meself a blog. *blorrg blorrg*