PI (professional irritator) @ work
lets draw a balloon and put you in the balloon then set you free into the blue sky. so you wont annoy me. thank you, have a nice flight and i hope the birds peck you to death.
kiss the rain
“i love you. and not, not in a friendly way, although i think we;re great friends. and not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although i love you. very, very simple, very truly. you are the epitome of everything i have ever looked for in another human being. and i know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. but i had to say it. i just, i can;t take this anymore. i can;t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. i can;t, i can;t look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. i can;t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are.” - chasing amy.
awe by pastels
as messy it might seem,
working with pastels make me a happy girl!
the after-effect after completion is lurve…
cant wait for my dinner session with the girls
and supper with the big bad bear.
oh life, i love life. life in singapore.
falalalalalalalalalalalallalalalalaa…
though it might tire me out, dear march…
i am waiting for you, impatiently.
sunny came home
i know, quit the crap in complaining.
yes, i havent been updating. i;ve been a bum for 2 months.
after which, i have just started work for 3 weeks now.
the results: deadly *even though its freelance.
seriously i aint sure how will life be next mth esp
when i will be taking it FULL-TIME.
i know, i aint complaining.
its just the body thats too lazy.
somehow it will adjust back to norm
and eventually, i will be all ready!
and on a gentle reminder,
my weekends, yes, BOTH weekends are burnt.
YAYNESS! time will pass zipperty fast
and i will grow another year older!
and wiser and a step closer to god…
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
goodnight world.
move along
as much as i;d wish to turn back
i know i cant and prolly i wont.
i have yet to watch myself grow after all these years.
for that, i shall make me happier.
yes, for now.
this is my addiction:
i have fallen in love for myself.
it;s something not within my control.
and the least i can do - to make me happier,
on my own, i can *hearts.
xoxo,
the insane-driven ade.
maybe we;re better of this way
to count each day a blessing.
whether or not things turn out right.
the way we want it to be.
get use to it, you;ll meet familiar faces soon.
packing has never felt this shitty and emotional daunting.
will you learn to date me?
will you learn to date me soon?
lets go to ikea to absorb the christmasy air.
lets head to town to look at the absurb lightings.
lets brisk walk through the mall as if we;re having a competition.
lets walk around chinatown aimlessly and slurping on tang yuans.
lets just end the day with a cosy evening on the sofa with soothing jazz.
lets all be contented with this simple delightful life i;ve forsaken these 6 mths.
all i want for christmas is an “ok” from you. can?
thanks ah.
xoxo, ade;s
like every single day
“i spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you
every single day yes, i’m really missin’ missin’ you
can you meet me halfway, right at the borderline
that;s where i’m gonna wait, for you
i;ll be lookin out, night and day
took my heart to the limit, and this is where i;ll stay
i can;t go any further then this
i want you so bad it;s my only wish
cause i want, i, i, i want you right now
i travel uptown, i travel downtown
i wanna have you around like every single day”
* B.E.P
like an addicted remedy to the ears. i like.
6AMS
the date: unknown the time: unknown
we were planning an escape route.
through the meandering manual-pumped rivers.
secretly hidden and floating according to plan
within a brownish yellow self-built bookshelf look-a-like “boat”
just wentworth miller and me, trying to disappear before the eyes of the cops.
out of death-defying excitement and the moisture in my sanitary pad,
i slowly opened my eyes and allowed some light into my world of darkness,
stared straight into the clock and reflected..its fucking 6am in the morning.
in times like this, all i need is daddys casual vulgar expression
of KANI NA to sum up the ultimate sian-ness of being up when it aint time to .
NO MORE HEART-THUMPING ACTION DREAMS.
i need a goodnights rest PUHLEASE.
FABIUS nv covers his mouth when he sneezes!
i was asleep and he was too.
he sneezes and i felt drips of mucus on my face.
out of natural reaction, i grabbed his bolster that he was hugging,
used it to wipe my face and said on the top of my voice: “CHEEBYE KIA!”
then throws his bolster back at his face and went back to sleep.
and THAT is for sneezing in my face while i am dreamily asleep.
NO ONE DISTURBS MY SLEEP.
NO ONE SHOULD EVER ATTEMPT TO!
p/s: i;m usually not that violent. not till he robbed my freedom of sleep.
the oddest of all.
i just had the weirdest dream…
me cycling & maggie on a skate-scooter along the roads of amk.
seriously, this countdown is driving me utterly insane, inside out.
p/s: dont laugh at my drawing. i didnt have a mouse to use.
i merely used my finger to “draw” on the laptop;s touch pad
MAI HIAM CAN! *esp bear and shawn ah.
so near yet so far
this is prolly the longest 3 weeks i;ve ever had.
it feels so near yet so far.
i;ve very much lost the motivation.
yes, lost all motivation to study/work.
maybe, if i stop thinking about it, it would pass
way way way way faster and feel less torturous…..
three friggin weeks love
and of all the panic, i cleared 1/2 my wardrobe.
its another 1/2 to clear, with my shoes, books and tools.
and i;ll jolly be well on my way home.
the thought of getting up the plane then back to home.
then settling for good food. it;s such a blessing.
OH MY..
SAMBAL KANGKONG, SAMBAL STINGRAY,
SUGARCANE JUICE, PRAWN NOODLE, FRESH ROTI PRATA,
MILO DINOSAUR, AH BALLING, SATAY BEEHOON,
BUANGKOK;S FEN YUAN LONG YAN TANG,
EGG TOUFU, TIE BAN TOUFU, ASSAM FISH, FISH BALL NOODLES,
BEEF NOODLES, CHICKEN RICE, BUA KELUAK, SATAY, OTAH,
NASI LEMAK, MEE REBUS, MEE SIAM, LONTONG,
INDIAN ROJAK, FRIED FISH NOODLES…
I WILL BE FRIGGIN BACK TO CONQUER ALL OF YOU!
cant cope lah
mommy + daddy is pushing me to start packing for home.
but how to? i still got 3 more papers and one more practical.
and i;m just so unmotivated to pack. the thought of packing is like…
having diarrhoea.
EMOTION #1: EXCITEMENT
because you might lose weight.
EMOTION #2: STILL EXCITEMENT
all rubbish in your system is out.
EMOTION #3: EXHAUSTION
dashing from wherever to the loo.
EMOTION #4: TORTURE
because it still wouldnt end.
sighs. tomorrow will be a better day.
i know it, because tomorrow i will make some money.
goodbye, forever now.
i hereby pronounce, the successful completion of practical #1
omfg. now my heels ache so much. but nevertheless, i;m glad to say..
I AM FRIGGIN OVER AND DONE WITH YOU~~~ yayness! *hops
please be more persistent.
its the last fifty metres or so.
hang in there, in one piece.
you;ll make it ade. you will.
think straight and strive on girl.
this phase will soon be history.
run along and finish this race, you;re almost done.
l e g e n d a r y
alicia sifted out some really old pics of us
when we headed to down under, back in ’90s
and it is amazing YO! we had a great laugh.
and boy, our pic on the plane certainly looks like..
3 fishballs on a satay stick! :p i love family-loves.
my boy
i miss you aplenty huskie very greedy weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
i cant wait to spend quality time with you this december…
the stick-thin bread
it was another day at working.
every piece of twelve inch bread shrank in my hands.
i panicked. looked around, took another loaf.
and it happened again. i freaked out, totally.
and my bosses were not pleased and utterly pissed.
my friend tapped on my shoulder.
she said, “you;re dead meat. the bosses are really pissed!”
feeling so uptight and afraid, i woke up.
only to realise i was kicked back to reality and it was all a dream.
even my sub-conscious mind is bothered.
capsicums and olives.
boss says give less capsicums and olives.
ade gives less capsicums and olives.
customer complains about less capsicums and olives.
boss scolds ade for less capsicums and olives.
ade gives more capsicums and olives.
boss scolds ade for too much capsicums and olives.
customer is happy over heaps of capsicums and olives.
why is it so hard to be me?
i;m only an employee who works for money.
not for any wee bit of their capsicums and olives.
what a gloomy sunday.
the weather is cloudy again.
with frequent showers and strong winds.
perhapes the skies are clearly aware…
that examinations are around the corner.
and this is mother nature;s way in keeping us indoors.
so that we will have no choice but to mug, harder.
i promise to love you, now
i promise to love you.
to treat you tenderly.
to go by in great details.
and i will never cheat.
till then exams, promise me you;d embrace me too.
say you;ll love me wholeheartedly and endlessly till december.
yes, show me how much you love me with my final results.
and i promise i will cherish you for a long long time.
lost in a lapse-time triangle
if it helps then carry on with the senseless drama.
if only worrying does make the situation any better.
alrighty. i;m on my own to defend this whole unlogical equation.
till then, my trustee good’ol fellow comrade (myself).
please stretch your almighty wings so wide, they;d beg for mercy.
do fight hard and stay toughly strong, till the cows come home to lawn.
way to go ade, way to go. all shall be left will be silence & mighty divinity.
the perfect lullaby
and to begin, i will gladly close the first chapter of my life.
you bet. my 200hours is done. i am so over and done with.
i feel like yelping like a dog - with joy but perhapes, not.
somehow, i feel a little sad. yea. how oddly bizarre.
i would miss my strong bakers, bakery supervisor and store manager.
my strong baker:
today he swept me off my feet by finally calling my name, correctly.
no more “adelene, ade-line or whatever.”
and i can feel that he loves my company through the wee hours of baking.
though he didnt say much. its a strong feeling, felt.
and that makes me feel great!
my bakery supervisor:
she gave me a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate,
accompanied by a really long huge hug and kiss on my cheek.
oh boy, i will miss her so! she has been a whopping great lady.
my store manager:
the angel who saved me and gave me a place in his bakery for my 200hrs.
he is still so ever lovely. and the way he ended out our conversation with:
“do let me know if you need a job, we;ll be happy to employ you.”
just made me feel so reluctant to leave. :~(
oh wells, like how shakespeare would say it:
“goodnight, goodnight. parting is such sweet sorrow,
that i shall say good night till it be morrow”
(from the ever so famous romeo & juliet, act 2 scene 2)
next few chapters of my life..
money churning job
examinations/tests
practicals
pack-ups/clean-ups
home
till then.
xoxo,
ade
they huddled together and sang a song
they sang in tune.
a tune that went kwak kwak kwak.
punching the atmosphere with fear.
kwak kwak kwak, they sang again.
and “POP” i was shot straight in the heart.
ade figured: she will never be good enough.
never ever be good enough for them.
hello world.
its been some time now.
i;ve been busy.
busy with the unending rituals.
hanging in there yet trying to be so-brave.
freelabour on job training is down to 94.5 hours.
tests are flooding in like a wreck tsunami.
mugging mugging mugging.
i know, the more and closer it comes,
the nearer it is time for me to go home.
i will deal with it all, like a true warrior on a battlefield.
and everything will eventually pass through.
it hits once, hard and swift. and i will pull through.
ade, you are doing a great job. i love you.
the hands, my hands.
i realised it 2 days ago.
i realised it when i was at church.
i realised it when a guy shook my hands.
i realised it when i felt his smooth hands.
i;ve now been given and blessed with
a pair of pretty uneven sand-paper-textured hands.
no, i aint complaining or regretting.
it just dawn upon me and finally realising -
i;ve grown up, so much more now, from everything.
i;ll never look at toilet papers, the same again
to cut down on cost, ade made do and bought the cheapest brand here,
after two and a half months, she decided she had to do something about it.
one day while grocery shopping, she realised that there was a sale!
kleenex cottonelle toilet tissue with the cute lil puppy was “standing out”
and boy, it was selling at a fantastic good deal with a great value for money.
and eversince then, i;ve been addicted to the nice cottony soft texture.
now, ade has a whole new perspective on quality goods
yes, even for minor little things like that
has her eyes set on that.
and from today, i;ll motivate myself.
to erase the shit feeling about free labour.
i, ade, will reward myself come october.
yes, when i;m over and done with this crap.
i will buy myself a gift. just to reward myself.
for pulling through the lowest pit hole, ever.
i am behaving like a loser.
i dont want to go for my midnight graveyard shift later.
but i have to, i have to, i have to, i have to, i have to.
face it ade, you;ll be done and left with 158hrs after 9am.
dont dread it, you will be done in no time lah. hang on babe.
stop behaving like a loser already…