An Artist's Expression - Part 1

View.



Communicator.



Window.



Loose.



Quench.



Dip.



Top.



Wave.



Gift.



Squares.



Dial.



Condiments.



Quack.



Lamp.



Bloom.



Yellow.



Walk.



Shine.



Tech.

Goodbye BB

Dearest BB,

Did you realise that other than your 6 months stint in HP, we haven't really been separated for the past 10 years? NP, DKNY, SIM, DKNY, WW, not to mention the many times we slept together (I know, I'm totally outta point!).

Now that you are leaving, I couldn't exactly find the words to describe how I feel. I'm quite sure it's not sadness because I feel really happy for you to be able to get out of this shit hole. You deserve better and now you got it.

So if you ask me how I feel, I can only say I WILL MISS YOU BIG TIME!

Please promise you will meet me at least once a weeks to make sure I haven't die from an overdose of MB.

So I guess that's about all. Without me around to make you a stronger person, you must make sure you do even better by yourself.

PS: You still owe me a treat (The Jade! The Jade! The Jade!).

With Love,
Your PB.

The End of a Familiar World

Gaufre Bowler, the perfect size bag.

Here's why.

Wahahahaha!



Jenny's birkies came in time for her Taiwan trip.



IBM blades.



MB and I got lost in Tuas. Damn it! We walked until there was no pathway in front.



Taking a breather from being lost.



After Jack came to save us, we went to Vivo City for some Vinco donuts and we were disappointed - they were cold and outta shape.



It's kinda weird that Vinco forces their patrons to buy whatever donuts are available at the moment by not allowing them to wait for the ones they wanted. But what if I don't like any of those leftovers (read: cold and outta shape) that other people do not want? It doesn't make sense isn't it, if I queue for so long only to realise I'm not allow to buy what I queue for.



View from across Vivo.



BB's farewell treat from her to us.




End note:
Same but not the same again.

Every Day is a Brand New Meaningless Day

At work I mean.

Something happened today. A big DEBUT! Woohoo!



A good deed goes a long way.



Handing over.



Nudging Minn (pic ala fisheye lomo style).



My header broke into 2 =((



It is almost the last time we'll have lunch together at our fave porridge stall.



Something else happened after lunch today.

The very kind uncle at the above porridge stall gave us (BB, to be exact) a bag of tapioca cakes which BB asked me to hold while walking back to our office since she was on-the-line and had limited hand capability. After we got into the lift, I passed it back to her but she refused to take it.

So I left the bag in the lift and when I said I was not gonna take it, BB thought I was kidding. And then the 3 of us (MB included) just walked out of the lift without the bag!

After the lift went down, we were kinda guilty. So we pressed the button for the lift to come up again so that we could take the bag of tapioca cakes. But when the lift finally came up (after about 5 minutes because the other lift keeps coming up instead), an auntie from our next office was inside the lift and opening up the bag. So we pretended we were going down and we did.

And when we came up again, the auntie was waiting for the lift to bring the bag down to security.

*ZzzZzz*

We kinda had fun cause we giggled all the way.



Dinner at Botak Jones. Before I can asked Jack if he wanted to go there, he already asked me. It's telepathy! We went to their new outlet at Toa Payoh.



This outlet was located at the JTC canteen. They even have a Brewski Jones Pub there.



As usual, we couldn't finish the food and had to take-away.




End note:
A pic of my parents taken on my daddy's birthday. I like it.

SuperGirl Loves Ben & Jerry

I was in another boring meeting today and I drifted off again.



I imagined that I actually have superpower that is not apparent yet. It's like those pre-superpower heros whereby they know they are somehow different from normal people but can't exactly pinpoint where the differences lie. That is until some incident happened which trigger their inner potential and release their superpower.

At this moment, mind-reading sounds like a cool power to have. Muahahaha!

Anyway.

Coincidentally, I got something for MB and she got something for me =))



Thank you MyGa!



A 3-wheel motorcycle.



After our meeting, we got some Ben & Jerry to make up for the shit we went through.



My childhood favourite.



Nat said my new speaker is an evil character from Sanrio, although it probably is just a spin-off.



I went to the Sanrio website to find out more about Kuromi. And I didn't know there are so so so many Sanrio characters around!



http://www.sanrio.co.jp/english/characters/characters.html#k

From wikipedia.



[Source]


End note:
2 customers called me after office hours today. One I like, the other one can eat dust.

On Borrowed Time

The year was 1894. She was no more than 5 years old. An abandoned child, she roamed the streets every day searching for dark alleys to hide from the world and to seek temporary solace. Whenever she was hungry, she took to the main streets hoping to find food remains.

Thrown away like an old rag doll, there was nothing left in life for her. She was so young but left to fend for herself. For her, survival was not a motivation but an instinct. She couldn't exactly remember happiness and therefore could not feel much sadness at her own predicament. If anything, she only felt alone.

On that same year, a family found her and adopted her. She became the youngest after their own 2 girls.

For the first time in her life, she felt safe and wanted. She finally knew what happiness was like. The family was not rich but they tried to give her everything she needed. To them, she was like their own.

One night, a year after she moved in with them, an angel appeared in her dream. This angel was dressed in a white flowy dress with a golden halo on her red curly hair. After looking at each other for the longest time, the beautiful angel gently touched her head and told her it was time for her to go.

She could not believe what she heard. She finally had a family and a home and now she had to go. She begged the angel not to take her away. She needed just that bit more time to stay with her family. She could not bear to devastate them. "12 years", she said. "I only need 12 more years."

It was the first time the angel saw the sadness of a great ocean without fishes.

She woke up from her dream and there was no angel in front of her. For the next few days, she fell sick. She couldn't eat all day and at night, she couldn't sleep. Then, she started getting better.

For the 13 years she stayed with her family, she brought them a lot of joy.

In 1907, the year after the younger of her 2 sisters turned 21, she knew it was her time to go. Shortly before she left, she looked at her family one last time and felt grateful for their generous act of adopting her 13 years ago. These 13 years had been the best for her and her family.

She then closed her eyes and went to heaven.

This Saturday

Last night I was on MSN with an ex-colleague who left SG to work in Hong Kong 2 years back. She is still in Hong Kong but in a different company now. So what is it like working in a foreign country with no family and friends nearby? I imagine not seeing my sisters for more than a week and the though kinda sting.

The way I see it, when you work overseas, you're as good as not having any friends at all because solid friendships don't happen overnight. Especially for someone like me, who feels that superficial friendships are not worth my time. That's probably why I only have a handful of very closed friends.

But I suppose the difference between a person with no friends and a person with no friends nearby is that the latter can still look forward to the day where she will see her friends again. Sometimes anticipation plus the power of friendship can bring some hope into loneliness.

Taking about friends.

BB said while MB helped her and Mdm Yeo transformed their blogs into art work, MS's own blog seems a little bland. I think it's because of the way MB is. You see, she's the kind who will offer her to people who asked for it. So when BB and Mdm Yeo requested for her to help with their blogs, she gladly do so according to how they want their blogs to be. But when it comes to her own blog, she has no idea!

Indecisiveness is the word for it.

Anyway.

Nat said my blog is like a food blog. So here is the mandatory food pics for today - Katong laksa and Holland V nasi lemak. Yumm!



Met BB for coffee after dinner. We drew a map to BB's new office.



Minn's kitty kitty.



Candy from Japan.




End note:
Seems like Minn is not the only one with a cool sis. BB has one too!

This Friday

I must have smiled in my sleep last night and I'm not kidding you.



Yesterday's shopping made me realised 2 things.

(i) The most expensive thing may not be the prettiest.

As evident by the choices made by the ladies from PRC. We saw one in Prada yesterday, persuading a robert to get her a bag. The one she chose might have been expensive but it's definitely not the nicest around. She could have gotten a nicer one for much less but to them, the more expensive it is the better. So that they can fetch a higher price from re-selling it.

But high price doesn't equate beauty and they just don't get it.

(ii) Most people are realistic.

Yesterday I was in my jacket and pants, carrying my LV bag and when I walked into Prada, I was immediately greeted enthusiatically by the sales staffs. I remember going to the same boutique sometime back in my weekend jeans and tanktop and I didn't get the same treatment.

In fact, I didn't get anyone's attention at all! Tsk tsk.

And I supposed retail is not the only industry with fundamentally realistic people.



Anyway.

I went to Google today and they gave me these.



On my way home in the train, I sat beside a smelly piece of shit who keep leaning towards me. He really smell so bad it's like he haven't shower for 3 months! So disgusting!



XiaoBai was at the corridor.



Singapore's first ever (?) tornado.



Today we celebrated my daddy's birthday at home.



From my mum's kitchen.

Thai vermicelli salad.

Hakka Abacus.

Some random vege which I don't eat. I think it's celery.

Fried bee hoon.

I forgot to take pictures of the curry chicken and yong tau foo soup because I started eating after that. The food were all single-handedly done by my mum. Even the yong tau foo she made them herself. As well as the dessert which we loved the most - bai gou yi me. All I can say is WOW! Too bad I can't say like mother like daughter.

Drift

Today, while in a meeting with a customer, talking about a deal that will not be awarded to me, I suddenly think about squeezing zits. No, my customer does not have monstrous zits on his face but as I think about how I'm not his preferred vendor, my mind drifted off.



I remember a conversation I had with MB a while ago about the kind of zits that I love to squeeze. It's the kind where the embedded zit head comes out with a lot of pus and a "pop" sound when squeezed. Sometimes, the zit head shoots all the way to the mirror. POP!

It always give me a sense of satisfaction when the head finally oozed out.

I know. I'm so sickening sometimes. Heehee.

Today, for the first time in 9 years, I used a public phone. All because my bloody phone was flat. Is it me or 3G phones actually used up the battery faster than I can say "not again"?

Anyway.

I had dinner with Jack at Coffee Club Taka and I have to say, their service nowadays is excellent! Maybe we were just lucky enough that the 2 or 3 waitresses who served us are professional - they actually made me feel like I'm doing fine-dining. Yes, they are that good.



Jack was sulking because he missed the timing to buy TOTO.



The food.



It was one of those rare occassion where I finished up my whole plate of food.



We went shopping after dinner and saw this. Do they look like the crabs in Davy Jone's Locker but in purple?



I did something really bad today.



And I couldn't be happier looking at my Gauffre Bowler.


End note:
It's funny how I loathe IT peeps but those who I love and care about are all in IT. Even their other halfs. Life makes an irony out of us sometimes.

Jack's Bad Landlord - Part VI

So the landlord stopped refilling the water jug in the living room now
but keep another jug of water in his own room for his own use.

Shall we guess the next sickening thing he will do?

End note:
I don't do nasty things doesn't mean I am not capable of doing it.

At World's End

The weather these days is rather bad. While it's like an oven at night, it pours during the day. At least that's the case where I stay. If this is a sign of what global warming is all about, then I believe there is more to come.



Today we had dinner at Azabusabo at Marina Square.



The previous few times we walked past the restaurant, we thought it only serves desserts so we always gave it a miss.



Turn out their food is awesome. They could improve on their serving time though.



My 2 faves - Soy Bean Noodles and Teppanyaki Beef.



After dinner, we caught Pirates of the Carribean - At World's End at GV and apparently, there was something wrong with their sound channel.

[Image Source - Wikipedia]

For the first 10 minutes, the backgound music was perfectly loud and clear but we gotta strained our ears to hear what the actors were saying. At one point, Kiera Knightley was practically just mouth-ing her dialouge. For a brief moment, I thought it was part of the show that whatever she was saying was a secret that could not be said!

And then, the other patrons started boo-ing and miraculously, the sound channel was back to normal. Maybe the film operator heard the commotion and made some adjustments to the audio.

At the end of the show, we were plesantly surprised when someone announced over the PA system that we were all entitled to free movie passess as a compensation for the small audio glitch.



Actually, to said that I was plesantly surprised is an understatement - I was overjoyed! It's not that I can't afford my own movie tickets but who doesn't like freebies?

Understatement - intentionally represented as less than it is.

[Source]


And I have to say, I love Chow Yun Fat.

[Image Source - Wikipedia]

Jack's Bad Landlord - Part V

So the landlord started locking his room door whenever he goes out.

But who is the thief here?

Perhaps he's afraid that what goes around might comes around?

Guilty conscious.

This Tuesday

Bian Bian and his dirty nose.



Planning for the future.



Guess who?



My new button shoes.



Phone socks & pouch from KL.



Minn's wandering toes - they wriggle when she read.



Mdm Yeo's super cute speakers. I couldn't resist and got one myself.



This morning while I was waiting for the lift to go up to my office, I saw this warehouse office unit at #01 near the lobby. I had a random thought - how is it like working in there.



It might look shabby and small but perhaps the people there are a cohesive and close-knitted bunch who work together and play together. Or maybe they spend their day doing their own stuff without crossing one another's boundary and only look forward to 6pm.

I imagine myself in this office and realised my own office is actually not that bad in terms of the people there. Maybe this is the reason why I'm still where I am today.

Jack's Bad Landlord - Part IV

So the landlord keeps the washing powder in his own room now
and if we need to wash our clothes, we must buy our own.

So fine - Jack bought a mini box of Fab last Thursday
and used it once before we left for KL on Friday.

So yesterday when we got back and wanted to wash our dirty clothes,
our box of Fab was used up and empty.

So now what? We are supposed to
pay for washing powder for the whole bloody house?

So how about we buy the oil, rice, salt and sugar as well?

AND shall we buy the milk powder too since we are there already?

End note:
The friend who will only take advantage of his friends better pray hard that he will not need his friends' help someday.

MB's Faraway Birthday Trip

Maybe not that far but far enough nonetheless!

Friday

The afternoon before we left, we had a mini carpark birthday celebration for MB.



The jelly cake Derric bought was yummy.



Flowers for MB.



Around evening, Jack and I left for KL.



I love travelling on a roadtrip like this. As I leave behind my usual life, I see more things along the way. Everytime, the sky look a tad different. And it should be that way because every roadtrip is a different experience.




We reached KL at about 9pm and CK was waiting for us.



Jack's must-go place in KL.



Their Indo Mie is heaven-sent.



CK brought us to another eating place for yummy dark sauce noodles. The first time I tried it was about 5 years ago (on a KL trip with Dad) and I've been craving for it ever since.



Chinese tea with ice. I kinda prefer it hot.



From CK's apartment, we can see Sunway.



Around 11pm, we continued our journey to Genting and checked into the free resort compliments of my daddy. By 5am, the rest of them came.




Saturday

BB's.



Embracing the cold but sharing the warmth.



Our resort. Couldn't really complain much because it was better than what I expected and more importantly it was free! However, the water heater system should improve - we couldn't really survive on just 10 minutes of hot bathing water!



At BB's room in First World. While the guys snapped away, we lied like we were dead bodies. Reminds me of a scene in CSI.



View from the top.



Dark vs white.



Lunch at Sushi King.



Extendable yakult straw.



Kissing the fish.


Cages on the wall.



Mountains and beyond.



Dinner was buffet at First World Hotel.



It was quite a sumptuous spread. I particularly liked the nasi lemak. The chilli was shiok!



Can you spot the real donuts?



Bian Bian.



We celebrated MB's birthday in a KTV.



It was the first time we finish up a birthday cake.



Alan's tissue roses.



Cute vampires inside the KTV room.




Sunday

Lunch at MB. Jack said this place belongs to MB. Heehee.



Fast food with a slight twist.



I can't tell you what this was all about because if I do, BB will kill me!



Bright red fire switch (?).



After lunch, we left Genting for KL.



We were supposed to head home on Sunday but Jack suggested staying for another night. So we did.



Dinner at a Teppanyaki place at Mid Valley.



Our chef sucks. He actually cooked the chicken first while simply leaving the beef in the heat.



The beef turn out over-cooked.




Monday

Breakfast at our hotel - Cititel.



Before we went home, we bought the best drink ever - luo han guo. I miss it the moment I finshed my 2 cups. Too bad they don't sell by the bottles. If not!




End note:
MB, I know you feel indifferent about your birthday for many years now but I hope this trip will change your mind. Your happiness is important to us.

Also, your ice-cream BD cake was just too yummy!

Today I'm a Donut

The Aussie student-to-be bought Aussie mags.



I took down the urls of Aussie online shops. Heehee.



It was kinda like a mini shopping spree today.



Thanks for the great deal Helen!



With the girls.



My feet hurts from all the walking.



???, okay bye and ZzzZzz.



NYDC for dinner.



End note:
Will be leaving on yet another roadtrip to M tomorrow. Seeya!

Yesterday

A purple crane with curious birds for company.



From BKK for my new house. Thanks Mdm Yeo! It's quite encouraging!



My colleague's sunny.



Yellow yellow dirty fellow. Reminds me of when the Canadian 2-4-1 pizza delivery assholes ran their bikes over Ruldolf my neighbourhood cat and killed it. Ruldolf had dirt marks on him too from the tyres.



Mooooo.



Finally! King of the blue bench! Muahahahaha!



MB went to queue for Vinco. Thanks!



My Chipotle Chicken Salad from Carl's (at 20% off thanks to MB!). Yumm!



My daddy brought back oranges.



Recently I've been experiencing an unusual amount of blog traffic and I'm somewhat overwhelmed. From average 13 visits per day (mostly my handful of friends and even myself sometimes) to average 30 visits per day.

Yes, I know it's nothing compared to Xiaxue's 30000 hits per day but I'm not Xiaxue and this increased traffic kinda makes me happy.

=))

End note (taken from Brenda's blog):
Love your job, but never fall in love with your company because you never know when the company stops loving you.

Ten Below

Today I hit an all-time low and I feel like quitting my job.

It's not a single incident that makes me feel like this. It's all the small things that happened along the way. I've been at the highs and lows of this rollar coaster ride for so long that today I just don't feel like moving forward anymore. At this moment I feel too sucky to even think properly.

And for the first time in years, I found myself at the website of JobsDB. It's a strange yet familiar feeling. The idea of going through the whole searching process is quite off-putting. I suppose that's why a lot of people refused to step out of their comfort zone and just try to be contented with what they are doing now. At least not until they are forced to the wall. But I keep asking myself if I wait for another 2 more years, will I still be able to switch?

I always knew this job is not what I wanna do for the rest of my life. Then the question is: what is it that I wanna do and how far am I willing to forgo my current pay and time-flexibility? I have no answer at this point. As I see my peers moving higher and higher in their careers, I am still stuck at the same old job - my first job after graduation. I keep telling myself there are bound to be better opportunities for me out there, just that these opportunities haven't come my way. But who am I trying to kid? If I don't seek, I will never get!

If you think that I am sprouting nonsense, it's because I am feeling very screwed right now. I am at the bottom and I don't know if I wanna come back up.

Norway?

Dear friends,

Did any of your internet gateway just relocate to Norway?

Pls identify yourself, Norwegian friend.

Love,
Lynn

This Monday

I finally got my hands on the strawberry duckie that Nat bought for me from Japan. Thanks babe!



XiaoBai. This baby used to be at loggerheads with my own darling. When I first met her, she was so small she could fit in my palm. I guess age is catching up with her too.



Yet another business line?



IBM Q2 Partners' Event at UpperClub @ Chijmes.



This guy is part of the team that created Happy Feet. Apparently, they deployed 150 IBM blades for the animation movie.



IBM gave us miniature cars.



Canapes.



I would love to go back to UpperClub sans the IT folks. They somehow drowned the wonderful atmosphere of the restaurant.



I got bored and took random pics around Chijmes.



End note:
Talking to dumb people kills my brain cells.

Pink

I enjoy looking at my own blog. Because the rainbow, the pink theme and the links of my friends make me happy.



And then I realised I like pink more than I am willing to admit.

Pink has always been BB's colour. And she is quite the pink girl - sweet, romatic and girly. I've never see myself as the girly kind of girl and therefore has never consider pink a favourite colour. When I repaint my room about 5 years ago, pink was never in consideration. I chose blue instead. Even this blog used to be blue when I first started.

But come to think of it now, I've always had a secret liking for pink. I've never outwardly express this liking, probably because I don't want to be portrayed as typical. I want to be different. But as I grow older, the need to connect with my inner desire becomes apparent. Because if it's not now, then it's probably gonna be never. Life is too short for regrets.

And it really doesn't matter what anyone else think of it. I think I'm comfortable and secure enough to present myself as who I really am.

My Stay Home Saturday

Jack was away on a trip with his team mates and I was kinda alone at home. MB complained that everytime I was on my own, I refused to step out of the house.

Well, I'm dedicated to my blog you see.

Heehee.

Recently BB asked me a question - how can a person live with another person for 30 years and not feel bored?

I suppose it's the idea that divorce is too expensive and time-consuming and so the only choice is to continue living with the person you married.

I suppose it takes a lot of determination and effort. Wanting to stay committed to a relationship is easy; giving up is easier. After the initial lovey-dovey, can't-live-a-day-without-you, and like feelings wore off, what remains is a whole new level of ball game that requires a lot of trust, communication and effort.

No one can guarantee a smooth future for anyone else. But as long as both parties put in an effort, it is worth a shot. Afterall, it could be a lifetime of happiness.

Anyway,

I did something I haven't done in a long time - online shopping!



I hope the sizes fit.

This Friday

Thank you Alan! So it had been you all along.



Jack had his wheels balanced for his trip tomorrow. I heard his load is gonna be huge.



Tyres.



I found the only redeeming quality of my phone - the 3.0mp camera.

This Thursday

A lunch I would rather not have.



BB, MB and Alan needed to go home for their dosage of Chinese medicine. We tagged along for dinner.

BB's pretty in pink bedroom.



Chefs of the day - MB and Alan.



MB made my fave cabbage soup. Woohoo!



Dinners at BB's place are always sumptuous.



We were filled to the brim.

The 8th Dinner and the Last Haircut

We had our 8th dinner at Sakae Sushi.



Haircut at Sam's.



The master's stash.



The result.



With the man himself.



The next time I can get a haircut from him will be in Sarawak.

This Tuesday

My mummy asked me if I can still see with my fringe so long.



Thank you! You had served us well.



Minn's new friend who she is bringing to Aussie.



My new gadget.



Keyboard in Nat's fave colour.



Minn's colourful toe socks.



The moon under the sunny sky.



Large white birds at the bus stop to work.




Moo moo.



Thank you Sherry! I know you love me even though you deny it!



We were 2934 in queue for 645 units. Tsk tsk.



The day I had been waiting for.



Recently we had taken a liking to the Teochew porridge near our office.



Today at MSN.

Me: what is the implementation if i sterilise my dog at 6 months?
MB: implications you mean?
Me: wahahahaha..
Me: *faints*
Me: occupational hazzards..

The Story of a Road Sweeper

"A good manager give 6 months' noice before she quits."

Seriously, this must be one of the funniest things I have heard in my 27 years of life! So if I don't give a 6 months' notice period, I am considered a bad manager regardless of my past contributions to the company? In the first place, am I a manager? I'm afraid not.

And neither am I a road sweeper. Perhaps a road sweeper's boss cannot promise the road sweeper that 5 years into her job, she will be given an opportunity to lead a team. He also cannot promise her that 10 years into her job, she will be promoted to chief road sweeper. Then again, I am not a road sweeper and I'm sorry if that disappoints you. You need to learn how to live with that! So if you don't provide me an indication of a career path, don't blame me for leaving without a 6 months' notice. Blame yourself instead for not being proactive enough.

That said, for any normal person with normal IQ (I'm not even talking about Eistein's kind of intellect), if her company cannot give her a clear indication of her career path and advancement opportunities, wouldn't she wanna look for other better prospects?

Yet there is a boss out there who feels that it's not the company's resonsibility to tell you how you can advance in your job. In his half-shut eyes, he thinks that a good employee just need to do her job well and take whatever shit that is thrown in her way. Like a sky-high quota that is plucked from, you guessed it, the sky.

At this point, I'm a bit confused. My idea of a quota is a high but achievable figure that serves to encourage your staffs to work hard so that they can take back the incentives that is tied to the quota while achieving the company's desired revenue. And a quota is normally calculated based on a lot of considerations - past sales records, staff experience, company goals and so on.

So, if your boss tells you that your quota is just a high enough figure that he thought of outta the blue and he had never expect you to achieve it, how will you feel? Will you;

(a) feel that although your boss promised you an incentive when the quota is hit, he had never sincerely hope that you will do well enough to get it.

(b) feel like a fool because you worked so hard to achieve the quota but at the end of the day, your boss just said I never thought you can actually do it!

(c) feel like slapping your boss in the face (once on each cheek) and tell him to wake up his screwed ideas already!

(d) feel all the above plus kicking him in the you-know-where.

So, out of disappointment, you chose to seek better opportunities elsewhere. But still, your boss maintained that he had given you the best that he can offer and asked that you stay on in your current role because of a favour or two he had given you in the past and hinted that now is the time you repay him.

Now, I'm really at a lost of how to continue. Maybe later if I haven't die from laughing too hard at this joke of the century I will come back...

Deficiency in Food and Brain

Prolong deficiency in a certain food source will cause the lost of brain cells and eventually intelligence.

I was at the Mango at JB Tebrau City and I saw a tube I reall like. So I asked the salesgirl for my size. After she checked her system, she said she had only 1 piece of my size left and it was in the window display.



I'm not particular about display pieces so I requested to try it on. To my dismay, the salesgirl said I couldn't. I thought she was too lazy to remove the top from the mannequin just for me to try so I offered to get it without trying. Again, she said no because apparently, their mannequins were all dressed by their KL visual merchandising team who flew in just for that purpose and she couldn't make the decision to change it to another top.

Err.. what?! The only reason I can think of on why Mango would wanna implement this so-called rule (provided it's really like what the salesgirl said, to which I have my reservations on) is that the sales staffs are all too dumb to handle the mannequins or too stupid to coordinate the outfits.

So I asked her if she could let the mannequin wear the next size of the same top. She then said the mannequin can only wear size small, which is the size I wanna get.



I remember seeing another mannequin in the same window wearing a white dress with pins stuck on the back of the dress to make it fit nicely. Obviously that dress cannot be a size small which is, as what the salesgirl said, the only size the mannequin can wear.

So I said if they can pin the white dress, they can pin the tube too! She stoned for a while and then said her manager was not around and she could not make the decision on her own. What a convenient reason! To think that this salesgirl sounded so confident and assured until the point where she couldn't think of any more excuses and had to bring up her manager's big name which I couldn't do anything about because said manager was not around. For use when all else failed!

Why has it became my job to convince the salesgirl to sell something to me! Shouldn't she be convincing me to buy her stuff? Ass! I can probably continue to argue with her till she get me the top but then what's the point of saying so much to someone who is totally not worth my time and effort. If she don't understand this whole concept of selling, it's really not my problem.

While I understand that visual artists will normally display key pieces of the season and coordinate them for aesthetic purpose, the whole point of doing all these presale work is to sell, no?

Anyway, we left and went for dinner.



If you have the intention of trying out this Hong Kong-style cafe, you can forget about it.



Although the prices are cheap, the food is sub-standard.

All the Dogs Gathered

It was a gathering of dogs at Sentosa today.



Yukie the princess.



Joey the pretty.



Junior and Bubble.



Daddy Chew and his 2 babies.



Or should it be 3 babies?



Black vs white.



With handsome junior.



With my GGFs.



It is my absolute honour to announce that FuFu is not gonna be a cat but a dog!

The Start of It All

[For you, BB.]

Before I became a blog owner, I was an avid blog reader (I still am actually). It's interesting to read about other people's lives - their hopes, fears, loves, sadness and joy. Of course, it helps if they have pretty pictures to show.

For a while, I was tempted to start my own blog. But I held back out of a mild fear that I might not know what to write. The bigger fear, was I'm afraid I'll realised that 2 years (back then) in IT had made me lost one of my greatest pride and joy - writing good English. I'm not kidding you! I really fear that because I remember wanting to write something decent on a farewell card for an ex-colleague and nothing came out. It was that bad!

So for a long while, I wondered if starting a blog will only magnify my mistake of joining this cut-throat industry.

And then, I went ahead and started my blog. And realised that some things will never be lost and can only get better with each try.

This blog is an excellent outlet for me to share my point of views (which I have a lot of), my frustrations and my happiness. Whenever I feel suppressed by the reality, I will write out my thoughts. And after that I'll feel much much lighter. It's like I threw out my anger into my blog and killed it on the spot.

Although it may not happen but I hope that one day, I will influence people with my writing. I know that's a really big dream but it's worth a try if I can make this world a better place.

So BB, do consider getting a blog.

This Friday

Argh! I hate my new phone. It's my third Samsung phone and the first one I'm not satisfied with. There are way too many functions than I can handle. When I first used it, I can't even locate the "menu" button. Hate!



MB recommended Rajah Inn for dinner tonight.



My darling went in his office wear and slippers. So cool!



I hate it when the people queueing behind me stand so close to me as if by doing so, it will be their turn faster. How moronic is that!



Choosing our food.



Hello? Anyone there?



Rajah Inn served personal mini steamboat.



It's quite a novelty.

B.O.O.T.C.A.M.P

While my bosses and seniors get to go for overseas incentive trips and bootcamps - Korea, Thailand, Hong Kong, Bali, USA, Australia, China - I was assigned to go for a Symantec bootcamp at Orchid Country Club today. The last bootcamp I was assigned to was in JB (no shit!).



According to Symantec, credit cards are for sale online at $6 for US cards and $12 for UK cards. Other "stuffs" you can get online include brand new identities, Google mail accounts, Hotmail mail accounts, Paypal accounts and WOW accounts. Sounds like fun now that online shoppers have more choices other than buying the usual - clothes, cosmetics, jewellery.

Hosts for the dinner include Irene Ang from Fly. Perhaps she is better known as Irene Ang from Marie France Bodyline.



She did indeed slim down a lot. You can't really tell from the fuzzy pic but her legs are slim and forever.



Anthony and I went on stage to play games.



We also played reversed bingo - whoever had the numbers called was out.



Whether or not you win or lose the games, you get the same prizes.



And finally.

I bought my new phone today. Woohoo! I am a die-hard Samsung supporter.



If this phone ever comes out in black sometime later, I'm gonna kill myself for not waiting a while longer.

The Day We Sellout for Spiderman

I left my camera battery at home today and I felt so handicapped and incomplete. It's as though I forgot to bring a limb. Damn.

Ai xin breakfast from BB (taken with MB's camera). Muack!



We sellout for 2 movie tickets to Spiderman 3. By attending a partner's event. That was about 2 hours of boredom.

Sellout - the compromising of one's integrity, morality and principles in exchange for money, success or other personal gain.

[Source]


In a while more, things will start to change. I can't say I am totally sad because it's something I should be happy about. But I suppose it will take a bit of getting used to. 10 years is afterall a very very long time.

Skipped Town for Another Day

I know I shouldn't be doing this but Jack's brother came back from Germany and he gotta send him home. So we went across the causeway again.

At the airport. Love my new pedicure.



Chocolates from Germany.



Bian Bian was happy to tag along.



Dinner at Hong Kong Kim Gary.



Nice lamp.



My camera died on me after only a few pics. Food is good generally.