De one with Reviving Old Times

Wouldn't it be lovely

When was the last time we ever had fun, chat, jokes and laughter? I asked myself this question having woke up and stoned. So I asked Clara out for drinks and we decided on Brewerkz. It wasn't pleasant the very first time we were there with another good friend, Loo wan, and Jessamine. First, I was forced to eat this homemade chocolate lava cake. Second, there wasn't much topic going around the table for discussion. I was genuinely bored. But this time was 180 degrees different. Just us two, 8 drinks (mostly my favourite daiquiris) and a hell lot of confession, chit-chat, future plans, problems on the table. I'm amazed, there wasn't so much gossip. Oh, but those humorous and unglam-iest behaviors were revived as though conjured by an old spell. I kept telling Clara I was afraid coz I didn't bring my IC out. Haha.

Ooh, I didn't drink much. Ok, maybe 5 drinks. Didn't try much except the Singapore Sling which tasted like cough syrup by the way. And a plateful of chicken quesidillas (out of my favourite dish when drinking). She la!! I was so prepared to have buffalo wings and actual turns out, she didn't like any for the night.*Roars*

We stayed for about two good hours. Thank God, the lady in heels, was able to walk straight after countless sips. Hehe.

What about the rest of the weekends? Starting Friday, I decided to let down my work, head home, watched TV and had unhealthy KFC. Even happened to catch some channel 8 drama. What's going on you'd ask. I wondered too.

Been doing alot of jogging this weekend. Although the skies ain't good for a swim though. Drizzling weekend. But I gotta admit, I slept and rested alot. All my eyebags are relinquished. Yippee!! Dinner were good. Had good accompany, sustainable chat and tea. And for awhile, my nose's dripped.

Sunday was uneventful except an impromptu invitation by ah-ma to take a historical trip to Tian Fu Gong. Man, I used to remember childhood days were we had to pray the Confucius statue for the sole purpose of getting luck and blessings for good performance at exams. Much has changed. The temple, now converted to a tourist attraction, seemed to erode the customs of traditional chinese temple. While the magnificence of the building structure, and interiors painted with luscious gold, the cloud of incense smoke and scent of frankincense seemed to be lifted. Mainly due to cleanliness and clear air which might otherwise be too unbearable for tourist. I doubt.. seriously, think about the aged temples in Hong Kong, Taiwan and China, tourist are visiting regardless of the thick incensed burning and all. Personal view: The full temple culture had given way to accommodate tourism. Pretty sad.
   
Yup, a lovely and pleasurable weekend I'd compliment. The reviving old times, ample rest, chillout drinks and jubilant sms-es. Love it!

De one with J'Likes

Rather chilly day

I like the light vibration, the peep of a a perky morning text messages, with greetings so sweet.

Like waking up on a windy 9am, wrapped in cosy sheets and pillows so light.

Like continental breakfasts, the crispy bacon, ham and peppery, soy-sauced half-boiled egg. Oh yes, the crunchy salad, organic bread and scrabbled eggs.

Like smelling tea scent, eyes closed before I taste the richness within a sip. Some cookies would be good if I'm up for a snack.

Like the warmth of sun transiting out from an icy office. The liberation of cold with glow so tanned.

Like undivided attention of my dinning friend. Hearty chat and smiles so fair.

Like my dog throttling in joy when I return back. It's wagging tail, so pleased to have me back.

Like the night messages of words describing sweet slumbers, embraces and that. Like a golden ticket to lalaland.

De one with Definitions of Regret

Dark skies and definitions

"Life is too short to be lived with regrets. Ironically, it would not be complete without any."
Jason. L, (2011)

Regret:- "{n} a feeling of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do." - Oxford Dictionaries online

In courtesy of grace ong

Repeatedly it echoed in my mind "I should have heel your advice". Without fail, it resurfaced at the back of my mind as I lay in bed with my eyes closing view of the dim ceiling above. One of the unforgettable longing was the lost chance to receive education in the local university. It all happened in the JAE exercise, when I was compelled to log on and file my application. My heart yearns to travel overseas to do a degree in psychology, it departed its empty shell who sat before the computer, with conscience which instructed the hand to select "Journalism" preceding the qualifying "Engineering" under the columns of admitting faculties.

Now that she's gone, and the ending of my NS stint, did reality apprehended me like a hammer hitting a mark into a malleable hot metal. I had no where to go, turn down SMU interview. What a folly I made of my paths.

Regret: - "{n} A feeling of disappointment or distress about something that one wishes could be different." - theFreeDictionary.com
 

I should have sensed something was wrong, the moment the black Adidas watch that you gave me broke. I should have telephoned home the usual time I usually did on previous 14 days of the overseas exercise. If only had I, I could have flew the first available evening flight back to Singapore and prevent you from your run and all the tear-welding incident. 

Regret:- "{v} to be very sorry for" - Merriam Webster.com

In courtesy of Juanito

I should have seen it coming. First relationship ought to be prioritised after education. What's the point of throwing away all the efforts from commitment to studies to get into a JC all for someone who end up hitting so hard during the most critical moment in life?

A former suitor shared "Good times give happiness. Bad times yield experience". Truthful and fair, I received experience of love, "true love's kiss", and got more than I expected, a confidente and now, bestest friend. What about the un-erasable scars and closed opportunities to my ambitions?

Regret:- "{n} A sense of loss and longing for someone or something gone." - yourDictionary.com

It's a pity to turn down opportunities to learn the piano, join the youth flying club, accept challenges to join sports competition, further my love in drums, refusal to go on family tours since admission to army. 

In courtesy of Disney's

I was an introvert, shy and unwilling to ask even when I had the burning desire to know. Good thing I'm where I am. And thank the spirit man above who awarded me with the gift and perseverance to "heal" and make things more perfect with my hands. Now that I look back, just imagine the possibilities I could have embarked had I not shrouded the invitations and encouragement. 

Like a century old music box that is too fragile to be tampered or opened frequently. It's better to peek, weep at its beauty from the short-lived melody of nostalgic and unfulfilled tunes, and keep the precious onyx buried deep into the black hole of the mind and locked away.

De one with Productivity

Randomly humid

Regardless of your occupation, be it a diligent student, a sharp-minded professional, a bossy housewife, a carefree self-employed, a discouraged un-employed, take a moment and ask yourself this: When are you most productive?

Ceteris paribus, in my opinion, time slots beginning 10am - 12pm and subsequently 8pm - 12am are when I yield the highest productivity. These are moments of within a day when brain-concentration level is optimal, blood-flow charged with energy and senses are all-functional.

The next question to ask yourself is: What determines or inevitably affects our productivity?

For me, it's straightforward. Personal concentration level. Without focus, my ability to comprehend, process and react would be hindered. Productivity falls or decelerates as a result. To be more specific, perhaps the question we should be more interested in are the factors which affect concentration?

Sleep

Certain research advocate on having ample sleep to achieve better concentration. Even former healthcare-marketer and uni-friend GH, highlighted the importance of snoozing if one desires not only to be productive, but also to prolong life-expectancy. Till date, there are voluminous medical reports bearing empirical proof on how adequate hibernation is essential for the body to recuperate, replenish and repair itself. These regeneration processes sufficient the body to tolerate what the next day beholds in the long run.

What happens when I'm sleep-deprived? Basically, I'd get cranky. More than never, frustrated over why I fail to grasp a simple concept or correspond slower-than-expected. I feel demoralised and insecure. Yes, it's unbearable. Peculiarly when I'm under the time pressure lasting through a compressed project mad-rush. The worst that can happen is the lack of rest leads to illness due to over-worked and getting all drowsy with medicine - something I can't afford and dislike.

Emotions

Emotions are phenomenal. It wouldn't be wise to underestimate the exponential dictatorship of feelings. A sharp hurtful word could pose an enormous barrier on your progress. I won't oppose to the idea that emotions are indeed double-edged. It crumples a person with negativity. On the other hand, it also serves as psychic boosters to help one become determined and strong-willed. Primarily, emotions govern our perspective, thoughts and how we interpret things. It indirectly affects our attitude and amplitude towards circumstances that we are faced with.

Sure critics might bring forth that an objective-focused and firmed worker could withstand the hindrance of meaningless emotions. I very well supposed, that's why the Chinese have a saying "Bu de gan qin yong shi ("ought not be sentimental when performing an act/making decisions" in Mandarin). I beg to differ. In any forms of relationships (e.g. business, school team, family), the human touch is required! Even the hardest decisions made at times are susceptible to emotional struggles, mainly because we understand the consequences would impact ourselves or others involved.

If there's anything to support the critic's view would none other be
(1) a machine which, if perfected, could be perpetually industrious; or
(2) someone who choose to lose touch with or conceal their emotions. Why? They just don't know how or are brought up in an environment which react adverse to depicting emotions publicly.

Productivity and my sentiments intersect. Absolutely, without compromising to meet objectives. Coming from this direction of integrating humanity and touche, I need to build connections with the ones alongside and whom I'm answerable to. On personal level, I have a reservoir of feelings. It's my passion that survives me. No doubt I can draw a line between work and emotions. Mostly with fair balance between being rationale and intuitive which I strongly believe is the right thing to do.

Motivation

 
People reckon motivation is directly linked to the preceding discussion. Yes, motivation could be the fruit of vast appropriate emotions. Yet, I'd like to think this to be separate, significant factor to vigor. More commonly, I tap on this wonderful power in assignments that rouse my interest or when I feel confident from encouragement or revelation of my capabilities.

Other times, motivation is deployed to trick my mind into accepting challenges which I do not have any faith in conquering at all. This was what I did with my first encounter with accounting principles. Recall the dark past when I experienced so much difficulties with debit and credit, and classification of accounts that I felt helpless like an utter failure. The first light came when I finally got something right and built on my knowledge with self-induced motivation, encouragement, well.. you could call it zi-highness ("indulging in own's enthusiasm").

Compliments, humble words of appreciation are more helpful to the recipient than we predict, considering most are too reserved and ungenerous with kind words. To begin with, they are clueless if it is appropriate to do so. Concurrently, they worry getting prejudiced of being plain superficial. I mean, come on, we're in the 21st century, definitely it doesn't bring harm to be vocal (not politically perhaps) nor does it hurt equivalent when we shadow ourselves from the limelight. Why not pick the former and motivate, influence others in their work?! Most morning, sometimes on everyday basis, I'd sent morning messages. Although it might be a clinche, but I understand the miracle of a pleasant greeting, which could spike a fresh day to begin with. Very much like popping a vitamin pill to perk our health.

Weather

 
You might barged your eyes wide but yeah, weather does affect my productivity. Imagine a rainy cold day, first the flu syndrome is enough to be a downer. Second, getting wet and fighting to keep warm is another. Believe me, these impact productivity. Did I forget to mention the battle with Z-monster because it's too cosy to work?

During hot weathers, productivity slips. It's in our genes, tolerance to high temperatures turn berserk, unscrewing the fuzz cap to our mang-zhang-ness (mang zhang means "temperamental" in hokkien). Wah! With a over-abused, dysfunct air-conditioning, I suggest we better stay clear of stepping onto anybody's tails. Heated remarks and venting of frustration is unhealthy. It pulls like a boulder tied to productivity into the depths of the sea of demoralisation.

Humans

 
Mutually exclusive to the above, the people you work with may affect efficacy. Under the broad category of humans, there are two major groups of people who influences our productivity. There first being customers/clients/patrons. A friend who works at IRAS frontdesk related how nasty and rude clients who confront and scream at them on dis-satisfied tax assessments or contentious matters. And we're not talking just 1 but at least 5-6 on average within a day. If I sketch everything on a comic stripe, imagine a gummy bear who's physical form defines its level of productivity. Everytime a gummy handles a consumer's complaints or PMS, it depletes a part of itself. So a rude customer comes and bites of an arm. The screaming customer chips off another arm with his resonance. Come the 6th, there's barely a earful of productivity remaining. Sigh, how to be productive in such an environment? This is exactly why I'm not in tourism industry although I'd love traveling around the globe. So guys, cut your retail assistant some slack (notwithstanding those who are simply ignorant).

Collaboration is critical and necessary. Just imagine the various types of associates with weird, unpleasant, repulsive behaviors and personalities, it'd pose quite a challenge to submitting a golden performance record.

Most if not all experts would advise friction at workplace, or anywhere else, should always be avoided. Easier said than done, you could cross your finger and pray all you desire on the non-occurrence of dispute, yet these are inevitable in the pragmatic world. Probably another page from the book of fate? Perhaps until proven. But the jees of it still falls on the fact that our dealings with humans, how they think, react, feel affects our productivity.

To better elaborate, let me paint scenarios with words. Say your working partner does not confide in you when he/she faces issues with work. Mostly due to introvert-personalities or temporal defiance. And you need him/her to fulfill his/her part so that you could collate. Even when it's submitted, the work's way below dis-satisfactory. The initial time schedule has to be extended, finalisation has to be deferred.

That is not all! Remember he/she has feelings. How would he/she feels after repetitive error-corrections or up to a point when you feel it's reach a state when it's no longer conducive to keep mum and confront the problem head-on? This is probably why interpersonal skills comes in handy. But progress? It's definitely deviated from what's budgeted. Of course, not everything in life is perfect and proceed as planned. Detours are expected. I'm just pointing out a dreadful situation when the outcomes becomes undesirably screwed and we do not have the cohesiveness, time and experience to contain the issue. Now, that's a valid argument, wouldn't it?

Stress

I'd prefer to say I don't cope well with stress. If otherwise, you'd probably have to attest my confession yourself. Perhaps its my expressionless face, or my calm appearance, or even the deployment of my wits to circumvent what's faced currently, else anybody might just take my opening sentence seriously. But swear to God, there are times when pressure overwhelms, that's when I would speak my "stress" langauges:
 (i) me arriving to office with a Venti caramel macchiato
 (ii) wearing a black outfit
(iii) me drinking tea
(iv) when I remain quiet the entire day
 (v) when I didn't join in for lunch
Stress is a cognitive disruption. Res ipsa loquitur ("fact speaks for itself" in latin), everyone's familiarly agreeable when i bring out the fact that it plays a irrevocable part on impeding labor. Like fine-tuning a timpani, the master key lies in how we cope and mitigate stress faced. Off-tune it'd hurt your ears. In-tune, you'll get to enjoy a melodious life.

When I'm stressed, I'd ask myself "how do I go about this". Map out all the potential resorts in my head, process its costs and benefits and pick the most efficient and effective fit. Yes, this would be ideal. "What if" there's no way out? Head for the exit? No, that's the last resort. Probably responsible enough to keep the productivity gauge above zero. Haha. As Rebecca advised "ask and it shall be given", someone has to save the day eventually!

Productivity is after all a mind's affair. Of course, the statement's valid under the assumptions that we're not physically hurt and/or troubled with health problems.

De one with Goodbye 2010

Auld Lang Syne

It seemed alot of people, or at least those around me, had forgotten about singing "auld lang syne" the second the clock tickles past the 12 am mark. They get so overwhelmed with excitement from count down, and overjoyed from the series of celebration parties immediately after welcoming the first half an hour of the new year. Hmm.. I believe there were others who were too occupied, setting their minds to new year's resolutions and of course, the majority who worried over getting out of terribly congestion and pinning hopes of getting home earlier to retire.

You'd probably wonder why would I bring up the Scots poem song out of the blues. Oh relax, no intentional agenda. Just relating what happened while I was chilling out with my bestest friend, good pal and another long-known friend at the Ink Bar. Proud to say, I was disciplined enough to have only consumed two drinks. Cam-whored for abit until midnight when we made alot of noise which the party gadgets, drink and left for our next event. Well, they celebrated my recent promotion too.

Kueh Pie Tee

How did we end up at Ink Bar? 3 hours before, we had dinner. Made reservations at Fairmount Asian Cafe (previously "fairmount market plaza"). Boy oh boy, we have never been more full. Due to someone's order (just kidding), I let my hair down and ate a spread. There was salad, vegetable, carrots, broccoli, sashimi, mussel, oysters, scallop, cereal prawns, tout, stingray, lamb, beef, turkey, satay, chicken thigh in thai chilli, tandoori chicken, seafood tom yam, crabmeat soup, kueh pie tee, tissue prata, white and fried rice, dhar and desserts.. awww... the durian paste, mango pudding, raspberry-vanilla and strawberry sorbet ice-cream. Ok, I didn't eat all those, but I loved the stingray, tomyam and desserts (yes, the durian paste) completely.

The place was decorated with gray and blue balloons which swirling navy blue ribbons. And this peranakan design dish bowl containing lemon soup. We practically laughed our hearts out when I amused my dinner partners, telling Loo to pose with the dish bowl and become "the little Baba", like how Jeanette Aw did in the local drama series "The Little Nonya". Jessamine was indulging, she even hummed the theme music. The moment was hilarious.

The Little Baba, 2011 (without any intentional infringement/insult meant)

Probably shouldn't be blogging about how Jess started her appetizers with a plateful of meat. But it's gleefully amazing. While we were appetizing the cold-salad and sashimi, she was gorging on meat. Haha.

Loo kept asking where is Clara, who she's with, what will she be doing, why she's not joining us for dinner, when she's coming to meet us. I counter-irritate him with questions on what the subsequent events hold. Damn joker la, he's supposed to make reservations for KTV at his preferred venue at Katong (affordable and economical, says the SMU business analyst). Turns out he said there was too limited time and all the rooms were booked. A trial was conducted towards the end of dinner buffet, it was resolved the available ktvs were extortionately costly, moreover there wasn't any good movies, hence we trailed to the Ink Bar before proceeding to Play nation for Wii (girls' choice).

Wii was ok. Perhaps it's revived the childhood days when I was fascinated with Atari, Sega, Nitando games on Krisworld and the fab X-box. Guess it's the novelty of more interactivity of swinging and seeing your movements being captured on screen that sets it apart from the past game stations. But I derived more fun, laughing at ourselves, doing all those silly movements.

At 3am, I was caught in a little over-dramatic moment, standing by the road in front of Hotel Rendezvous and hailing the stream of approaching cabs with green lights which refused to stop. Loo hailed me a cab eventually, god bless him, but well, it was really tough getting home after a countdown party. Suppose the best is to book the hotel room in advance and put up there for the night. Save all the troubles. As per Christmas.

Happy new year. What's different? There was not spectacular fireworks, no squeezing through sweaty crowds but certain stuff remains: quality time with dear friends, alcohol, the enchanting countdown and fun. What's new? New found joy and better feast this year! Cheers to a better new year!

De one with The Longest Wait

Sparking to excite

It've arrived! It's here!! It's finally dear!!!

You probably be puzzled what's all the excitement about! *rubs palms together*

A Rose for You

Perfectly happy

All pictures in courtesy of Swarovski online

Yes! Happen to come across the new V-day collection fresh from Swarovski. Boy oh boy.. looks like I need a bigger housing. It's alittle overcrowded with 21 + 2 more. Wheeeeee!!!

De one with Wish List

Sleigh bells ringing

Frankly speaking, I'm not a difficult person to buy Christmas presents for! For that matter, I just can't comprehend those who think otherwise. Some even confessed of their frustration and vexing over what to buy. *spring noise*.

Come, since it's Christmas, on accord of the festive sharing spirit, lemme share the art of shopping for Jason's present. *trumpet fanfare*

The "reversed" tips...
1) Not anything that comes with a label or out-of-this-world's price tag fits the bill!

    I'm not a girl. It simply won't work if you gave me a 5 carat diamond ring, Tag Heuer or an excessively expensive object that I don't fancy. I'd probably feel bad about you burning a hole in your pocket and hate myself for reacting oppositely to your anticipation, causing disappointment.

    What's is important is preference precedes prices. For certain belongings, I'd only get it specifically from stores where I trust deliver style, uniqueness, intrigued delight, and quality.

2) The heart's gift

    The primary purpose of a present is to contain the sender's sincerest thoughts and deliver joy to its recipient. Absolutely, "it's the thought that counts". The bonus is achieved when you boxed something personalised. At least for me, that's a delightful pleasant surprise. Old fashion yet you've gotta admit, it works all the time!

3) Forced surprises ain't surprise at all

    Surprises can't be planned. More than never, it's the plot or course of actions to induce someone to feel surprised that can be planned. Forced surprises ain't really genuine. If it does work with others, that person's definitely faking it. Yep, if I'm surprise, you'll see the radiance glowing in my face. The critical question is what brings surprise to me?

    "Telepathic" gifts never fails to unlock the doors to surprise. Basically, something I never expect that's out of your league but managed to nail it, could be some of my favourite stuff. Yep, that's be thumbs-up. Lastly, something I've never had or seen before that's unique enough to rouse my curiosity or interest.

4) Touching gifts

    If there are no surprises, something heart-melting would suffice. Be it a very accurate, touching message. A little kind gesture. Being a kid at heart, a Sasha bear with puppy-eyes are my weaknesses. Aww... a Kris bear!

This year, I gave out a Dolce-bagful of christmas present. They were daily-calendars which I wrapped in japanese prints, gold ribbons with a origami crane resting on it. Others involved Royce and sugar-houses. Of course, the biggest Christmas gift was a hotel clubhouse overnight. Hmm, I wouldn't judge or brag whether my presents are exquisite or most-anticipated. What matters most is sharing!!

What goes around comes around. I got my fair bit of Christmas gift.

The usual suspects are assorted candies, candy cane, boxes of chocolates, TWG tea leaves, Gingerbread man cookies and lollipop, graduation letter from university (haha), dinner, Christmas greeting card, a Sony-USB (super classic), apple, a Lego LED toy, a runner's arm-stripe for Ipod, towels and a mysterious kiss and hug.

I'm blessed to say, this year's top Xmas present had to go to the kiss which was mere joke which materialised. Haha. TWG came in first runner-up. Also unexpected from my bros. *Applause*

Well, a blessed Merry Christmas to all and look forward to a Happy New Year!

    

De one with The Can'ters

Worded confessions

There has got to be a reason why certain people behave and develop varying good and bad personalities. The same applies to everything else. The pianist is only able to wave his fingers across the right octaves after he refers to the music score.

For what's relieving, explanations from psychology-article or behavioral reports are not required in discussion. Instead, the limelight shall fall on the 16th and 17th words of the opening paragraph. For convenience, let's have it shown again: Bad personalities.

Personalities traits have been long-used as a channel to categorise or stereotype humans into groups. Sure the underlying purposes include a variety. One of which primarily governs the reasonable man's (or lady's) reaction towards the appropriate casts of behavioral peculiarities. Another use of identifying and sorting personalities traits indirectly determines our tolerance-threshold towards the under-behaved.

Different people react divergent to common bad personalities. Lemme share herewith a few of the people who make my nerve twitch.

Liars. Lying is a sin. It casts doubts, belittles credibility and ultimately, it leaves you with a sense of betrayal. Like magic, white(-liars) are tolerable. Can't help it for the otherwise. Especially those who lie for their own benefit, lies at the expense of causing others harm and/or the despicable others who fail to repent. The last are the worst lots!

Hypocrites. Shall not deny all human beings are born natural-hypocrites. Personal opinion? Social awareness has gotten our lips half-sealed. This cause developed an effect of fear for liberal speech due to its indeterminable impact on others. Humans, like I've said umpteen times, are emotional creatures. A casual remark might cut another's ego even without any ill-intentions. Nevertheless, just mingling around with people who wear masks, appears friendly with inner feelings totally contradicting, is freakishly horrifying. Imagine the trauma of slicing a fine-looking apple and release it's all maggots on the inside. Yeah, this discovery with human hypocrisy is multiple times of a rotten apple. Don't it just makes my hair stand.

Over-enthusiasts. If you are at a mood-pitching live concert/national day party, I don't mind embracing such self-induced high-ness! Or at least, making an effort to lighten up the atmosphere of a awkward meal. Else, at peace time, let's take it a couple notches down. Being enthusiastic is amiable. Leaping overboard and become uncontrollably enthusiastic can get annoying. It's like a robot that gets excessively charged and turns cuckoo-ly-haywire! I'm sure if there's a baseball bat within reach, I'd smash them to their senses, like how we used to love whacking moles.

Self-centralist. The arrogant peacock finds no mate. Ok, this is not an actual idiom. Rather, a self-made description. The accurate fact is that its underlying meaning can't be more appropriate. There is a difference between confidence and complacency. Although the power of confidence is enduring and impressive most of the time, excessive self-confidence leads to complacency. The complacent fails to see there's room for improvement, learning or continual growth in any aspect. More often than never, one of the labor sowed is a person becoming overly self-centered. With an abusive misconception of possessing certain ample capability, looks or gifts, self-centralist indulges in their strong belief how the world must submit and/or revolve around them. If one is looking for its power switch, perhaps it's best to locate where the pride is. That is where the hard-cable is man.

Mean people. For no reason, meanness never fails to portray the image of a bewildered, twisted face of a wide-eyed Disney step-mother, witch or insane women with over-powdered make-ups and bears her teeth. Usually, mean-people have no sense of humanity in them. Why? Simply because they are bent on depriving others of kindness or the opportunity to be happy. Horrible cruel creatures. Seriously, I have no slightest idea why Lucifer plant such idea in our prefrontal cortex?! 

Rowdy-ers. As Ryan Canberra sings, "true..." on empty vessel makes the most noise. Adolescents are commonly perceived to be the culprits for being rowdy. This might seemed inaccurate in today's context, considering kids are simply pampered and spoiled with all the techno-gadgets. I.e. They rather occupy themselves with music or noses within the perimeters of Iphones and Ipad than uttering words. Yet surprisingly, the existence of rowdy people pertains. Gangster-behaving soil-diggers (no offence but I'd prefer a little discretion) still storms the back of transport and make alot of noise. *Shakes head and wriggles index finger* Totally not cool! It's perturbing to hear people who are peace-disturbance or unnecessarily rowdy equivalent. Already hurts our ears having to bear the buzzling of traffic (1 million vehicles in Singapore ok?), why accelerate hearing impairment of your own and those around you? Please.. listen to my words - leave the natural stereos at home already! 

Braggers. The measure of wealth and capability has no real meaning. These are extrinsic tools which happen to be reliably measurable and mutually accepted by all as medium for trade. The misconception that money is a measure of social status is largely plotted from financial planners as well as bankers who are skin-deep *censored*. What's true is high possessions of these comes tagged with alot of problems. Thus, isn't it more sensible to share your woes than brag explicitly about what you have? If bragging puts one above others, I'd beg braggers reconsider. The act of public arrogance indicates these people under the lower levels for basic securities and social status within Maslow's pyramid of needs. Now using this as a guide to rank humans in accordance with their priorities of living needs, the answer is clear where they stand.      

Complicatedist. These are the people who we need to stir clear for we know not of what their complexities are capable of. Honestly, it's creepy, palpitating to even think of association with such monstrosity. *fingers to temples*. Looks can be deceiving. Trust me, I've been through the torture of deception and dealing with people who appear normal but a mind for all the wrong reasons. I'm afraid these are part of the reason explaining for the survival of psychiatrists.


It's undeniable nobody chooses to be the way they behave, owing to the environment which compels us to defend or retaliate. But looking back as the way it is, the question we need to touch our hearts before answering, did we have a choice for such behavior to be temporary or permanent? Some goes to Church to receive forgiveness so that they can be cleansed of their undesirable traits. Some seek medical help. Myself? I employ less-expenses and routined method: self-reflection. Question my motives and behavior from time to time. Be it after a run, swim to the pool-edge or even on bus-journeys home. We are not perfect saints, we just.. try not be undesirable to ourselves, without harm to others. That's fine enough.

Oh, another thing! This is not really a bad personality but more of a personal opinion. Another "Cant'ers" would be people who tear very easily. Honestly *both palms up* I don't know how to handle such people. My heart turns soft, drenched in guilt regardless whether its my fault. My first reaction would be giving a hug. The least, offer tissue papers. Well, this doesn't always occur as the other party might be who I'm unfamiliar and.. I barely carry tissue papers around. If you try to identify the root of the problem, the weeping might worsen. Urgh, then I'd probably sulk and be completely helpless. Unless you don't have the remote control to your tear ducts, either warn me, tell me the reason before your lacrimation.

De one with All in a Week's Diary

Huffy

Don't ask me how's my week. Any replies probably wouldn't suffice any accurate description on how I feel.

Tired? Perhaps.. much attributed from excessive use of countless brain cells, trying to solve people's problem, advise, undoing mess and dealing with clients. No, not complaining or voicing my unwillingness. On the contrary, I'm most glad to be consulted, help and expose myself to such challenges. In fact, 'd pretty much looking the situation from a different perspective: Heading to office is as if transforming myself into a doctor. My experience is the All-Spark, giving me the ability to transform. Guiding, training another, like my boss best described - "creating yourself" in another person is a tedious and resulting-ly exhausting process. For that matter, I beg to differ, although I never quite understand why I was told managing people is a crumpling obstacle. Interpersonal relationship is not tough! It's getting people to learn enough to be able to work with you that's a challenge!

Pissed? Swear a Church's visit is imperative if ever was this to be blogged. Anyway, patience is my forte. But don't over-push it. As the moral advice taught: "Do not what you wouldn't have others do upon you", I trust nobody like being troubled by or trouble others. Never liked asserting authority upon others unless certain crucial moment necessary. Especially when dealing with people in their 20's. Personal opinion. Certain innate duty-responsibilities and work-conscientiousness are expected of you. Come on! We are expected to learn on our own, fend our thirst for knowledge, engage in trial and errors, stumble, fall and pick up from where we left! Definitely without the presence of a cane or hawking supervisor. Erm.. that's elementary?

The one scenario that bugs me is when you have troubles and you turn yourself into a smart Alex. No offense on anyone named Alex but seriously, when in doubt, it's better to ask. Couldn't agree more with my manager's advice "It's troublesome enough trying to solve problems. It's even more troublesome rectifying mistakes." That being said, no worries. People might just take it you have a spine and appreciate your fighting spirit. But what happens if a tangled outcome creates itself out of your efforts to take the contentious matter in your hands? The hack-carer's rule of the thumb: Just pass the sticky matter onto others and hope it doesn't come haunting. Others? "Sweep the dust under the carpet"? That's all crap la. The golden rule is to approach advice. Just.. don't come running to us and think we're a form of divine intervention. Sigh.

Soft-hearted? Notwithstanding the reasonableness of what's taught in leadership lectures: True leaders ought to know what ought to be done, to expect and when to/not to be sensitive. Theoretically, as organisational behaviorist examined, a best leader strikes a balance between being objectivity and sensitivity. Unfortunately, strip us to the core, we are still humans with feelings afterall.

To be honest, dealing with people is like pulling a kite which is more commonly related to a case of relationship. Well, almost similar to working with colleagues, the subordinates are like kites, the kite-flyers are the superiors. You must know how to "talak". As far as work is concern, I think no matter how brutally cruel we are, loading people with work, enforce deadlines and ensure they do what's required or expected, we are nevertheless confined by humanity.

Politics are limited or non-present working in close-knitted company. Alot of times, it's inevitable to exercise personal judgement and close an eye to certain matters, as long as it's ethical and doesn't lead to serious consequences. Of course, the safeguard is to confess what you've done, for all we know, we might lack the experience to see a blindside effect.

Rejoice! Yes, shall not discredit the entire week and brand it all bitter like a dark chocolate. There are bright moments that derived me energy, be it smile-inducing, heart-melting or encouragement sprouting, to last me through the stormy days. I watched Tangled (Rapunzel). My recent most-anticipated movie. *Hands to my heart* It's enchanting, the fresh idea of Confucius floating lanterns, and aww... the happy ending, it's perfect. Not forgetting it doesn't require much deciphering and fills your heart with joy. Absolutely delightful show to catch after a week of sluggering. And I must reiterate, I prefer girls with long hair. Haha.

There's a time for everything. For everything else, thank goodness there's rest, not Mastercard, Visa or anything. Haha.. For now, I'm tuning in.

De one with Unintended

Honesty speaking

I never meant to do what I did. Getting myself into unnecessary headaches, rash action bound to an act of defending my pride.

But.. uncontrollably, resistance weak. Cross my heart, no malicious intention meant...

De one with Sabbatical Part II

Radiating heat

Sunday wasn't that bad. I'd say the expected occurred. The unexpected took place too. Which was in fact, a compliment to the last hours of my Sabbatical.

My first experience with Standard Chartered Run was fairly good. Pre-empting the crowd and road closure, I exercised prudence and used the train instead of arriving at the run destination in a cab. Getting out at 6:30 - 7pm, it feels like I've step back into time the moment I exposed myself to the cold atmosphere and transformed into a school-boy. The quiet dim morning, pavement shone of orange street lamp-lights and occasional croaking of the morning bird. Yeah.. and the "not-so" good-old-days when I've to drag myself outta bed and freshen up in order to be punctual for JC.

While savoring a piece of the past, never did I expect to find myself amused being amongst others wearing identical clothing. Like we're all in uniform on our way to the same school, or wearing red to attend the national day parade. Patriotic eh..

Within the next two hours, it never occur to me that my deemed deteriorated stamina had exceeded my expectation. Managed to run through the race, in spite of worries that my kneel problem might surface once again. Boy, you should have seen and felt the Vitamin-D rich sunlight of the Sunday morning. Dehydrating but still, it's warming-ly motivating, as if God's encouraging me to keep running consistently.

People give that kinda "disappointed" look or tone when I inform my SCM was only 10km. I didn't bothered to explain why. It's all the experience that count. Perhaps 42.5km next year.

Supposedly shagged and famished after the run, everyone was in agony. I could feel it just by seeing the expression on their faces. Not boasting but I felt extraordinarily fine. Something's wrong with my muscle reflexes? Puzzling.

After a half hour ride in a bus, surprisingly, we satisfied my craving for pasta (carbohydrate replenishment after the morning's run on an empty stomach) and movie, Narnia. Which I found, not bad. I guess the film finally got additional funds seeing all the animation, effects. But the 3D glasses tinted the show. 3D pop-up effect wasn't that obvious, probably due to the seats were at.

It was a rather eventful day, although I collapsed soon after bringing myself home. The sun sets, the country music playing in my head. Watering eyes brimmed the corners of my eyes as I yawned my tiredness light. And I thought, what a beautiful and blessed weekend I've had.

De one with Intermission

Air-bubbled thoughts

I want a trendy Rolex.
I want more Swarovski bears.
I need the human touch,
And I want a cool gym bag.

I crave for stamina,
The ones I used to have.
I want a slick Imac,
And I hope all are there.

De one with Sabbatical Part 1

Saccharin Saturday

What did I do today? Work up pretty early. As I remember my un-focused glimpse of the lighten Nexus screen during my sub-conscious state of mind, reveille was between 8-9am. Wanted very much to run but I thought, since it's the big event tomorrow, I shall stir clear any troubles or over-exertion on my muscles. Furthermore, it just heal from the strenuous aftermath of paintball activity.

Ok, procrastinating laziness conspired in the run abortion project this morning.

Anyway, I was awoke to have a chinese-style breakfast. Noodles from my all-time favourite store. Cousin bought it for me. Yeay. After a hearty meal, decided to rid my long unkempt hair and braved the wet weather to the vicinity's saloon. There, the wait was unbearable. I supposed i waited almost an hour before my turn. What to do, a boy gotta do to what needs his hair to do. Haha.

Anyway, went back home, met for tea with Clara at Novena. End up buying a couple of stuff for the Xmas present, art materials for decorating my manager's present and kimchi for dinner. Yes, I cook. Without the apron please. Get that out of your imagination.

The evening ended better than expected. Typical rest day. Uneventful. Looking forward to the run though. I could really use some perspiration after a week's of labor. 

De one with Coming Clear

Whining

Really jaded. Having people's problems loaded under my wing only aggravates my headaches and pain. Darn it. No doubt it's part of learning from an optimistic view. Yet, it's pretty taxing and it's causing prematured ageing. *Palms out* I am shagged. It's even harder than studying for exams. 

De one with Splashed Weekends

Downpour

All week long I have been looking forward to weekends. This is yet another sports week.

Was lucky enough to be invited to go for a swim and sunbathing with my "swimming instructoress". Haha. Yup, I recalled our free "swimming lessons" at Yio Chu Kang. It's highly unusual for me to embark on radical adventures without clause. If questioned now, I barely remember why or how was I intrigued to learn how to swim back then.

Long stories cut short. That's all in the past, what matters is now. Despite my deprived sleep the night before, I was astonished to find myself waking at 7+ in the morning. The tiny golden angel got Kylie and Nicky to sing and have me awake to be punctual. He even resorted to have the sprites orchestra to play a morning fanfare. Pity to see his bona fide efforts go to waste, for the opal imp had bribed exhaustion to have his troops poisoned my muscles. I swear I heard him chant in rejoice: Abortion of morning run plan is inevitable!"

Good triumphs over evil eventually. I woke up in a nifty, disseminated text messages and left for my appointment after grabbing all the essential stuff into my bag. Perhaps the angel reported to God, who in turn have Apollo ride his chariots of fire to keep the skies clear and the edifice sun shining its glory.

The swim wasn't that bad, in spite of the kids influx. School holidays, sigh. What else to do. But the crowd subsided coming close to 12 when my swimming buddy and I were in comfort benches, incubating ourselves like chicken fillet on the BBQ metal grill.

The sun retired some 2 hours later, figured it out frivolous to remain lying and decided to hit the pool again. Shortly after, we left for lunch! Lunch was a whole new experience. Gotta hand it to my extraordinarily flicker-minded this afternoon. What was decided on chicken rice changed to foodcourt where she had yong tau fu and I had beef noodles. Man, I reminisce my childhood sundays, having beef noodles with my family. Mummy would always organise such bonding-events.

Anyway, no time for weeping. We shopped for a cheap long-sleeve clothing and hang around the venue until Clara needed to buy weird stuff at Balestier.

It was a long long long dehydrating walk, trekking uphills and over. Only to arrive at a shop which had relocated some 500 metres away. No choice lor, gotta travel on bus 11: by foot. I got a running stomach, must be my dinner rumble yesterday. End up, we bought nothing. Sigh.

Remember my long-sleeve clothing? It was for the purpose of Sunday's activity - Paintball. Just by saying it, my eyes glow with excitement. My anticipation of permanent paint stains on the outfit and bruising stings from being shot didn't actually materialised. At the end of it, the unexpected superseded the expected. It rained, the fields were muddy, my jeans were stained by mud, not paint splashes. There wasn't much bruise except a smudge on left shoulder blade. Lucky star's shinning on me. But my finger had a slight cut. It's pretty tiring, running back and forth. Think I'm getting old. Haha.

We played three. Team won two out of three matches. I think I didn't have much to contribute. Lol. It was pretty chaotic, fast-ball and the rain only makes the game even more muffled and urgh.. the mask fogging due to the cool climate and our warm breathe. For what is worth, it's pretty stress relieving to fire off the unexpanded rounds. Finally comprehend why people love "Call of duty", "Counterstrike"; "Live shooting" at arcades, dota-gound and for the wealthy, rifle-range. Be warned, it's expensive. Haha.

Felt the need to purchase my Xmas gift and wrapper. Again, my initial plans kept changing course. I eradicated the traditional wrapping idea and tried something boldly contemporary. Got my grinning. Love it. Well, it's less than a month to the remarkable day when Jesus was borned. Have you started checking your Christmas shopping list already? 

De one with Dr. Jason

Clinic day

Since the departure of my senior for his exam leave, work place seemed to have magically transform itself into a clinic. There's not sexy or demure nurses. Just two patients. Who's on duty? That would have to be me, Dr. Jason.

Consultation hours commence half past eight. That's 30 minutes earlier than average clinics and medical centres. And guess what, the doctor's always there to provide personalised services, on-the-spot remedies to guarantee your functional efficiency to the maximum. And the best part, it's F.O.C from an non-economical perspective.

Dr. Jason's just amazing. His hands cure with miraculous wisdom-soaked writings, these in a language known as accounting and math. Choices of aromatic and music therapies are available through the cologne he offers and that tranquil voice. Did I forget his latest ability? Laser-eyes! The state-of-the-bio offers the patients sharp scanning and fair analysis your problems. It's unbelievable! It's jaw-dropping! It's!! Dr. Jason.

Of course, Adam Smith wouldn't stand for what Dr. Jason worded above! The founder of economist might just prosecute me for disregarding the opportunity cost of the deprived luxury of scheduling my work. Alas, its Walter Woon who stepped into the trial, shoving his notes of non-pecuniary losses I've incurred over my course of duty: Weariness; the Waterloo plague on thy brain cells colony; sleepless nights of the body.

What does Dr. Jason prescribe? Knowledge (I hope) and "solutions" obviously. 

De one with Super Curry Monday

Monday blues

Early morning I text my good friend since JC, "Qing, it's settlement date for overdue meet-up debts". Intended as a joke, this cranky lady replied seriously : "Ok, today! Any plans for today?"

After what seemed like decades, the two of us are as nostalgically crazy as before. We met up, laughed endlessly, and varied our chats within bandwidths of "serious", "not-so-serious" and "insanely senseless".

She brought me to Super Curry, a japanese curry rice restaurant with pretty nice ambiance, nested within the street Capitol shop-houses along Stamford Road. The initial seats (10 metres from the entrance) offered were less than expected. "Ask and it shall be given" indeed, I did and landed ourselves in the a comfortable, slouchy couch seats deeper into the restaurant. Perfect place for two crazy person to gossip over dinner.

Not really all about gossip la. After dinner, we practically held our glasses and slouched back against the cushy couch. My dinner companion shared her wedding photos, talked about a mishap during the photoshoot. I doled my work situation, CPA inspirations, tax matters and whole lot of humorous experiences with clients, subordinates.

At the end of our hour-ful conversational dinner, we staged a minor drama when we forced our cards towards the cashier. Every part was funny. We took a fair bit of time deciding which curry food to order. Initially I had curry stewed chicken with rice in mind. She wanted curry chicken katsu with rice. End up, we discarded our initial choice, I order what she had in mind. She changed her mind from ordering my initial contemplation and flicked her decision on noodles. Damn hilarious.

The most amusing part was, she bought me a belated birthday gift: ROYCE chocolate! Precisely the same thing my close friend gave me on the actual birthday! Hahaha! Uncanny indeed! Now great, I've to spend another month clearing this chunk of blessed gift! The week keeps getting more gelare since Clara's awfully chocolate cake. :S

Yet nonetheless touched. Two extremely busy persons, crazy as ever as we continued to travel into the milestones of friendship since the good old JC band days till approaching years.

Monday blues? Curry Qing and it's not anymore!

De one with Break Time

Have a break, without a Kitkat

Alot says I worked too much. When it comes to weekends, it's usually work or head outdoors to thrive the economy. Today, I finally shed my armor sewn with career responsibilities and finally took a break.

The iconic advertisement tagline might say "Have a break, Have a Kit Kat" (Kit Kat advertising, 1950s), today, well.. indeed there's a break alright, there isn't any chocolate bars involved. Sorry gals with sweet tooth and thoughts of me eating your chocolate bars. To compensate what's good's missing, there's long-distance run to and at MacRitche reservoir, a satisfied finishing prior to packing my bag swiftly, headed out to Expo for my race-kit collection.

Surprising to the kit-collectors, including myself, the process was alot faster than expected. Even in the evening! We were dining at the airport, discussed and concluded perhaps a justification to the primed collection had to do with the crowd who probably delayed their claims over the weekends. It's happening at Expo for goodness sake!

Dinner was delicious. There was salad, seafood, chunky fries and Earthquake ice-cream (our very first Trio expedition after two successful victory involving just Clara and me previously). I was thinking, man.. all my labour from the sports activities engaged earlier - the run, the swim were counter-acted.

Oh, I had fun exploring another side of the East today. The part Nth of Dong You Ji ("expedition to the East" in Mandarin) I'd term it. Took me awhile to locate the swimming complex. First was finding the locker. Damn cock. After depositing all my valuables and loading 20 cents into the coin slot of the locker, I closed the door and turned the key. It refused to barge. My first reaction was "Sh*t, I traveled so far just to land myself with a faulty locker". And then, I looked closely, ah! The remedy was staring in my face! It's 2 x 20 cents. Haha. Super unglam.

Next, a quick scan didn't reveal any tanning beds. For a moment the sappy disappointment took over. I thought, sigh, since I've paid for the entrance and here, why not make the best out of it. I swam a couple half-laps and tar-ta! The tanning benches are all on the second storey. Cool! But i didn't approach my desire spot immediately. Waited until the sun shown its magnificent self.

But I must say, the location of the benches were good. As though the architect was a fengshui master. It's strategically placed to enable the commuters to get un-interfered exposure to sunlight. Largely due to its elevated platform I figured.

Tonight, I announced the end of my "mozza stick" affair at TCC. Yes, I'm finally sick of it. Haha. But a bitter-salt decision with the food didn't spoil the night. We had fun playing "Saboteur" at the most unexpected Macdonalds at cinema (that brought back undesirable experience). Haha. It's good old times, the three of us all the way till 2ish a.m.

The perspiration, the laughter and time subsided but the joy and the tan-complexion remained. As we cabbed home and a sine cera prayer for a chum who was already at home, battling with influenza.

De one with Extravengaza Week

Crazy week

This week was the one I've been looking most forward to! Trust me, it's crazy. Monday wasn't that good. Suffered alittle pinched headache.

Tuesday, yesterday, was like consuming a smelly doufu. The initial part is repulsive to the taste bud and pungent to the nose but it turn out someone'd kicked the bucket of magic dust off the clouds, it precipitated to end the day fine eventually.

Unpleasant story are better cut short. My Dolce shoes got drenched in the rain, I searched high and low Parco Bugis for a cake that was fit for vegetarian consumption. Boy, that's the ultimate silliest thing I've inquired with the cake-retailers. Instructions given wasn't reasonable. Try making out whether the eggs used in making the cake was kampong chicken or daily farmer's egg. Sigh.  Elementarily, how can a cake be without egg or milk?

To top things, instructions weren't ever clear. I felt being twirled around the instructor's finger, who was highly uncertained. Only when I finally arrived at the restaurant did the rest tell me the birthday guy is fine with just any cake. I was pissed, I wouldn't deny after all that folly you guys put me through but yea, what's a birthday without a cake. Hasty feet got me out of the restaurant, out in the cold weather to grab a cake.

Dinner wasn't good at all. Japanese cuisine. I'd say nothing japanese about it except a table-full of dough and artificial flavouring? At the end, what's the point of being negative. What goes around, comes around. It's only courteous to spend birthday according to the person's wish. It is precisely owing to this I didn't hold a grudge on the cake issue.

Aww.. I got myself out of the sticky situation and rushed down to Ion to collect the awfully chocolatey cake for my good and bestest friend on her *sensored* birthday. Haa! You bet, it's awfully affordable, awfully wrong and awfully wasted. I got the smallest size they could offer - a 1kg for 6 eaters. Individual portion became larger since there was five of us at KTV-ing at Katong. Perhaps they ate too much ramen for dinner, some couldn't finish the cake, nevermind. Still complain wanna puke. Urgh, for a moment I felt unappreciated lor.. *shrugs* I'm at the mercy of a birthday participant rules. I think rule number one is: Never ruin another birthday party.

Thankfully, the KTV session was better than expected. Discovered I was pretty good with reading certain mandarin lyrics with less difficulty than I expected it to be. Not to mention, singing songs which I'm only familiar with its tune. The night was too young to head home, had a chillout session and breakfast at the airport. 24 hours awake. It's just great.   

Learning new things, be it out of good or bad originating reasons, circumstances and outcomes, enriches our lives. I had my fair bit of learning today. Learning only gets better, so does my satisfaction and conviction that my life is closer to living to its fullest. Cheers.

De one with Change of Ends

Rain, winds and change

=)

It's as though the rain had come and washed all the gloominess away. When you look into the skies, the glistering rain drops reflecting the soft evening glow. Not faraway behind, the grey clouds are no longer in view. It has been replaced with clear skies, white shades of cotton-bud looking patches, the spectacular rainbow arched cross the tranquil reservoir view before me.

Weekend didn't seemed as bad as I expected it on Thursday. I stopped myself from going back to work over the weekends. Slept till 8:45, 9ish, my body's refreshed (though skin's peeling gradually from last week's tan). I did nothing but rest, do jogging, be sun-kissed if possible, else, just blog (haha, be thankful because on these days did I get to blog), draw alittle, update my song list for the forthcoming KTV session if there is. Leisure... finally.

Did I forget to mention there was wine? Haha. Yup, my lips touched wine again after a month.

What is weekend without going out? Met Zhen Ze, Guang Hui and Xue Yun out for a get together. I turned up late. But it was alright, four future accountants. Maybe three and another inspiring future financial analyst, chatted about our prospect. Birds of the feather do flock together. We ended pretty early, plus the restaurant was packed, so we left our seats for the nearby Coffee Club for catching up over coffee. We shared quite a bit, about our graduation trip, convocation, current work situation.

Meeting with these uni pals are joy. Never fails to learn in our chat. Ze's the expert in excel, he shared about Spain, his Europe trip, voucher-offering website. Guang Hui pointed out the bad message some credit card ads was portraying, shared about Paranormal movie, and his new work experience with his assistant manager, "AM". With Xue Yun, it feels more comfortable taking. I recall I was pretty quiet in her presence in campus. It was just great!
 
After short hours, I had to leave. My good friend happened to be in town with her friends, Twinkle, and SJ. I felt so proud of myself la, frequency of traveling in public transport shot up particular over the past week. My brisked arrival have us meeting at Maritus and when to one of our normal where-to-go-when-we-are-out-of-ideas TCC. I explained my set of problems for the week, it was like a trouble spring-cleaning over our stroll along town.

Oh alrighty, she cut her fringe. Look kinda amusing la. Not in a terrible-comic but a novice kinda candid feeling since I'm seeing it for the first time. I laughed. But I gotta admit, the new "Chinadoll" look, it takes alittle getting used to. Faint, my close friend who never fail to shock, amaze and entertain me with her varying hairstyles.

I thought it was gonna be another long, boring night. Turns out we had a fun time, we were opening criticising each other. My actions embarrasses her. She kept flaunting behaviors which kept me saying sexist remarks. What prevent us was strangling each other's neck and her fork (for the Mozza sticks) from landing into my eye were the crowd. Lol. But there was alot of laughter, it feels like our 8 year friendship still got it!

I can't help thinking about next week's events, forthcoming paintball (wooohoo, most dreamed of) and our approaching Xmas eve special!

So, the weekends. Lovely text messages, heart-lifting accompany and half bottle of Shiraz, what a little piece of heaven!