this is what i am, what are you?

The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority. (so true)
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller.(frankly, i'd rather listen to other people talk)

In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.
You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. You break a lot of hearts. (uhhh...lol)

At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do. (i second that)
You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.

How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding

When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused

could it get any better then this?

i don't know whether i'm ready to give up my job.

luxe hotels
spas & massages
preferential treatment
hosted lunches & dinners
spending on the company's account
partying up like there's no tomorrow
travelling to more places in my 2 year stint here then any other time

a boss that's as scary as bambi can get
meeting new people from around the world
pumping up my resume with regional projects
staying a mere $5.00 cab ride away from work
having the liberty to come in after 9am (i hate waking up early)

jebuschrist. i think i'm crazy to walk away from all this.
with the same accord, i think i'll be stupid to stay here too.

comfort=complacency=no growth=no new skills=no pay rise=no 'whole lot of other things'

i like doing it on the bed

sometimes i do it in the toilet. But most times i do it on the table.

Wireless rocks. My handphone doesn't.

Damn i'm tired. Goodnight world.

wow, you're brutal

somehow i don't crave silence so much now.

and i realised fractionation works on me, fuck, to think that i was above all that. heh

tell me what's on your mind

ossie clark . joan osbourne . hard rock cafe brownies .
herve leger . manic street preachers . miramar's jap buffet .

my love for you . and you .

hot hot hot

i'm feeling so bloody warm at my seat...i'm getting sprouts of heat shooting from the small of my back up to my neck. it's assulting my head and giving me a nasty headache.

arghhh.

so begins my perennial whining, which typically starts at around 4-4.30pm each day, where i'm desperately dying to get out of the office and go home and bask in the sun at the pool. rather then to be rooted to my chair which is stiff as anything, using a half fucked laptop, listening to the stilted accent of the lbc sitting beside and slowly getting blinded by the nasty flourescent lights (which i'm damn sure is one of the reasons why my eyesight is deteriorating).

45mins to go. i'd rather be running on the treadmill damnit.

in the presence of absence

the heart will grow fonder. but as absence prolongs itself, the unbearable, becomes bearable.

you know what, fuck this...it's a friday, i shouldn't be ruminating about such depressing things and start looking forward to the weekend.

night festival at the museum anybody?

i share his thoughts

Faith is a cop-out. If the only way you can accept an assertion is by faith, then you are conceding that it can't be taken on its own merits

--Dan Barker

How true. Maybe we should re-term faith to, blind assumption.
So it's a good thing that I have lost faith in a lot of things. Because it beats being fooled hook, line and sinker, each time.

I've lost faith in religion. It's pointless, it's deceiving, it's manipulative and it's poisonous.

I've lost faith in friendships. They're tiring, they're superficial, they're ...need i say more?

I don't want to have faith in myself. I want to know myself.

we shall cast stones at them

For the prophet will cite the actual course of events as proof that he was right from the very beginning.

So let us pick up the stones and pebbles by the roadsides of our minds and throw them at these false prohets. Let us build a trench of fire and hang them at the stake to burn. Purge not only their false prophesies, but their very being from the existence of our minds, because their triumph is our end. Hunt each one of them down, bring them to face the fury of flames, and engulf them in it, once and for all.

get myself in order

things to get done (not in chronological order)

1. i sense an impending flu about to develop, so that's gotta go
2. start pimping myself out get find a new job
3. catch transformers 2. fuck the 1 star from straits times, i'm watching it
4. plan for vietnam. only 1 month away!
5. stop staring at my ring. it's sparkly, i need to stop getting distracted by it
6. my mind's a mucky swamp right now. i need to find my bearings
7. go to gastronomia and get the cupcakes before i forget them AGAIN
8. shop. my depressing wardrobe almost made me not want to come in to work today
9. register for the standard chartered run. 10 or 21k
10. start thinking of my next 10 non-chronological things to get done

kpo-ed

i swear to you, kpo has the awesome-est take away containers ever...please ask for your stuff to be packed back for you. i promise you'd have a one-of-a-kind carrier, you'd be so proud of to tote around town.

p/s don't let their drinks fool you. i ordered a mojito and almost half the glass was full of crushed ice, but it's hella strong. i had to let it sit for 15 mins.

i know i must be one of the only few who have not had no.5 emerald hill's famous chicken wings, but after trying it today...everything else, well, apart from macpherson market and balaclava's chicken wings are not even worth trying. unless someone else can beg to differ.