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Monday, April 23, 2007

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 09:31:35 GMT

9:06 pm

my two favourite times during the day are...

in the morning on my way to work, listening to the em and wippa (formerly known as em, wippa and ollie) show on 92.9... whether i'm in my car driving or on the bus (with my iriver on).
on my way home from work (if i do make it before six), listening to the hamish and andy show... also on 92.9.

other than the fact that they're both hours outside work (and are thus, much more enjoyable) these two shows are actually pretty funny. hilarious actually. and stupid at times. which makes it much more enjoyable.

among the mundane daily routine of commuting to work, working, commuting back and studying at night; it seems almost necessary to have a channel where i can drift off and laugh at another person talking about his life and then get a 5- minute update on the national news. i have never discovered the joy of radio-listening until i commenced working life - i have been missing out for 20 years of my life listening to cd's.

with the cd i would never get to listen to two grown men talk about their experience of joining themselves together at the hips for 3 days in an attempt to be conjoint twins (yes they really did that).

ohhh and of course... the third favourite time of the day would be the 2-minute conversation with the boyfriend each night before going to sleep... how could i have forgotten...

Monday, April 16, 2007

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 09:16:32 GMT

9:09 pm

have you ever wondered what it would be like to not exist at all once you're dead? does that thought scare you? well it sure kept me thinking for one night and made me depressed. and i told it to my sister. and she said not to worry because if you cease to exist when you're dead, you wouldn't even know it.

if anyone feels like watching a pointless cartoon about a japanese burnt bun: Kogepan

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 10:11:30 GMT

10:00 pm

I finally went for that much needed facial treatment tonite.

She performed an analysis on my face and applied multiple types of products onto it (indicating that I am in need of dire repair). And there was some nice soothing music playing in the background. Strangely enough when she started applying one of the cream the smell of it reminded me of a particular event long time ago. It smelt like fresh grass. And I suddenly remembered myself as the high-school girl walking my dog in the field behind my house, and looking at multi-coloured kites flying in the sky. And I could even remember the sound of boys playing basketball somewhere in the neighbourhood, and how I found myself wondering whether any of them were actually good-looking.

And amidst all the hecticness of working and adult life, I had forgotten how much I miss home.

But of course if I go home now, the field will no longer be there. Development has taken over.

And I wonder if my dog (which was once the hyper puppy) would still be looking forward to take walks with me.

And I know I will no longer be wondering (or care) whether the neighbourhood boys are good-looking.

And I wonder, if anything will ever be the same again as in that world which my imagination still holds, everytime a smell reminds me of those times long ago.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 11:38:22 GMT

11:32 pm

i am not the type of person who tries to keep everything in. to shut up when someone at work annoys you. to let it go when a random person is being rude to you. to quietly sulk when you wake up on the wrong side of bed.

so therefore i sometimes forget that there are people who do keep unnecessary outburst of emotions to themselves. and if these people happen to be people who are close to you, you can be dangerously taking advantage of the situation.

it does not necessarily mean that the person who doesn't say anything is having a better day than you are. it does not mean that that person has more time to spare than you just because he/she decides to spend time doing silly things with you tonight.

it only means that the person is much more considerate and decides not to share the woes of his/her life with the whole world.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Fri, 05 May 2006 13:16:48 GMT

1:09 am

feels like time whizzes by and flies right before my eyes; and i keep feeling like i should document my life because as dull and simple as i see it to be now, some ppl might actually find some amusement value in it. and the fact that i rather do it on a xanga blog than my own private journal indicates that i might be a bit more of an exhibitionist than i realise i was.

i'm at a happy place now - happy not because i've got everything i want, but more towards because i'm kinda getting an idea of what i need. but having said that, there's not much in my life which i would like to change at this point, except perhaps for my line of job. but even that, i'm starting to slowly ease into it.

it's funny how things just fall into place by itself when you least try hard...

tomorrow night is the pot luck with the malaysian theme - a theme which i myself have put into place but until now i still have no idea what i'm going to prepare. but whatever it is, i'm anticipating a day of enjoyable cooking activities and a night of good catch-ups.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 10:08:57 GMT

11:02 pm

as opposed to the entry i posted a few days ago regarding bus rides, i think being in a lift in the morning is a totally different experience.

it's true that ppl generally don't talk to each other in that small little enclosed place, esp when there are more than 3 ppl and everyone just decides to stare at everywhere except at you. but it is also true that the silence is uncomfortable, unlike that in a bus, where it is of a more serene nature. you can sense that your lift-buddies are fidgety and that the silence is unnatural, but nobody wants to say anything in that 10 seconds right before you reach the door of your office.

but taking the lift at the end of the day is a different matter again. ppl smile and they ask you how your day has been. an indication of yayyy i get to go home now.

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i have something written on my hand but i can't remember what it was for.

and, my toe nail is falling off. no kidding.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 09:55:19 GMT

10:49 pm

i heard this on the radio on the way to work this morning - when a negative thought comes into your mind, try and change it into something positive. if you take three negative thoughts a day and change it into positive thoughts, you will soon feel the difference.

i think that might be true. i shall try it.

one of the things i find most annoying: someone beating you the bathroom for a shower two seconds before you are supposed to go in to brush your teeth.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 11:09:45 GMT

00:03 am

i am tired. work is tiring. i'm actually feeling a bit too tired for writing, but i started to wonder when tiredness is going to take away the joys of my life (eg writing). and i fear if that day ever comes.

so i choose to blog tonite.

it was my sister's graduation. i am feeling very happy for her. although i do not get to go through the whole grand ceremony like she did, i'm not too fussed about it. as long as she likes formal ceremonies and it makes her happy, i'd be happy to attend it for her. it's only when she started taking pictures with her friends that makes me realise that i won't have the opportunity to be doing that with my friends of 5-years. 5 arduous law-cramming years. that makes me sad.

anyway, it all got too boring for me so i left the room before the ceremony ended. went out walking and ended up in the sunken garden. funny how i was in uni for 5 years and i never did find out where the place actually was; and the year after i graduated, i incidentally came upon it while i was trying to look for a place where i could hide away from the cold gustly winds. it was rather serene at night, and it did keep away the winds.

and, as much as i though i would not miss uni life, i did.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 06:02:12 GMT

6:58 pm

there are good days, and there are bad days.

your character and who you are is defined by the manner you react to latter situations.

(i might have read that somewhere; but i would like to think that the idea popped out of the ingenuity of my own mind.)

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 01:37:18 GMT

2:27 pm

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident

the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- Elizabeth Bishop

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had a catch-up session with friends last nite and watched a movie under the stars. it was quite an experience and i wish we had thought of bringing pillows and blankets.

we saw rumor has it. despite the strange casting, the bad review and the weird spelling of rumour/ rumor, i actually liked the movie. the plot is simple yet believe-able, pasadena provides a beautiful backdrop, the lines are funny, jennifer aniston is cute and kevin costner is gorgeous.

without revealing too much of the storyline, i think most women (or even men, i can't be too sure) would yearn for an adventurous, reckless, mind-blowing love affair before eventually settling down for marriage. and it's probably healthier that they do so too - sort of like a, get-it-out-of-the-system thing. because you have been out there, seen it and realised what is best for yourself. this is, of cos, considering that the nice guy would still be around for you after you've cleansed out your own system. and if he is, then you definitely know that you've got the right guy.

a quote by jennifer aniston from the rumor has it: "I didn't come here to tell you that I can't live without you. I can live without you. I just don't want to." (sometimes you wonder if the endings in movies would be the same if the characters do not always say the right things at the right time. don't you find it in real life that they are many moments where you feel certain ways, but do not express them in the right words? and later realise that you've let the moment passed?)