I have moved So I have! Thanks to Zeus and his kindness, and nadnut’s enthusiastic promotion (nuffnang, are you hearing this?), I am part of the nuffnang community with a new blog to boot. So go on and click on the image above to visit the new place. I am forever indebted, Zeus! By the way, it does work! nadnut and sheylara are so smitten by their nuffnang ads, they are pondering their own nike products! I’ll be back weather’s too hot? Cool yourself off. So the recent heatwave has caught up on you?The crazy rain/sunshine/rain/sunshine has made you sick? This is the environmental effects they warned us about 10 years ago taking effect now. Like you, I can’t live without my TV set, my air-conditioning, my million-and-one-gadgets-that-I-absolutely-need. But this is very real. Seriously real. And it’s happening within our lifetime. So switch off the lights at night. Read a book next to a lamp instead of letting your widescreen tv drone on. Go play real tennis instead of playing tennis on your Wii. Walk instead of taking a cab. Switch off all your lights at night. Do you really need to leave your PC on the whole night? Even bit counts. You don’t have to go so extreme, not now, though it’ll be good. Do something everyday - recycle your unwanted goods/buy 2nd hand stuff if you can (thus eliminating waste) or use a tote for grocery shopping or make your own notebook from scrap-paper (fun to do with kids!). Me? I’ve stopped using the air-conditioning, stopped leaving the TV on while I sleep, switched off the main power of the TV/DVD section when I’m out, rollerblade and going for a stroll at night (for at least half an hour) instead of playing games on my laptop. I use my bathwater to rinse my bathroom and the laundry water to clean the pantry where my cats’ litters are. I can’t quit my CSI addiction, but at least I’ll minimize the TV usage to when I am actually using it. And when I move, I’ll try to get the most efficient refrigerator. Every little bit helps. What’s yours? I need a drink. I also need a shoulder. Would you give me one? Protected: tears This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: I hate sales meetings I would like to stab myself and fade into the dingy blue carpet when I see my numbers, especially next to my sales managers’. My colleagues have asked if the sector was that bad. I hate this shite. I love my job, almost 100%, but I hate this shite. It is enough to make me want to quit because no sales = no pay, no pay = no money, no money = no food. You have no idea how shitty this all is and how crap I feel. And the ever edging stress contradicted by the increasing draining of motivation… that’s a very peculiar and interesting feeling. Yea, all my fault. Perhaps I am fooling myself. I’m not meant for a job like this. Argh. hate cabbies? read this. Opinions about cab drivers are almost as diverse as the people who constitute what is one of our most put-upon professions; some of us love ‘em, others despise, some complain constantly about the standard of service, others are well aware what a demanding and dangerous job it is. Stop killing each other I’ve just realized that Mother’s Day must be a really depressing day for people with no mom. Coupled with the fighting still not really over, and war still all over in the world… From me to you (taken from Zeus)… Here’s a big hug from me to all of you who are unluckier than the rest of us. now this is good support I didn’t mean this kind of support apparently I put a reminder in Monkey’s phone (that I obviously don’t remember about). I didn’t even notice that today was the 14th, but that silly boy remembered. I was struck by lust of the industry again, and I put the question forth to him. Now, I asked my buddies the same thing and they mostly logically dissuaded me from going back. I half expected Monkey to say the same thing too, but his answer… Why not? I’ll support you. …told me that I made the right choice 3 months ago. Thanks, baby. you got to respect people A neighbour of mine was screaming at her maid yesterday, because the maid did something quite stupid. She “ran out of hands” carrying the stuff and didn’t know how to open the door for the “mam” who wanted to get the baby out of the back seat. The words seem harmless if you’re ribbing a very close friend, like what I have with my friends, but I’m sure that was not what she meant, and the tone was way too harsh. You stupid is it? Left your brain in Indonesia is it? All the way the maid was grinning sheepishly, and if the woman had a free hand I am sure that she would have started poking the maid’s forehead. Then the woman turned to the infant in her arms and started cooing. I am very thankful my parents taught me better by example when we had maids (they are people, not commodities or things that we use to get by - being a maid is her occupation, not her identity). I have very little respect for people who treat their maids less than that. People like that, she can be the CEO of Microsoft for all I care, and I will still have very little respect for her. You got to treat people like people, no matter their occupation, race, colour, ethnicity, nationality, age, gender, etc. You got to treat people like people. you can’t photoshop a personality - ds you think my house is messy… you should see this (via Cowboycaleb, via del.icio.us). Meanwhile, Supanova told me that day that he wanted to come visit me again. And I quickly said, No way! When I said no, I meant no. I need friends like that Anyone? Just kidding… not really. Anyway, it’s going to be the birthdays of 3 of the men that I adore and love, mainly my Brother (no Man U jersey for you this year - I’ve run out of ideas and the Man U store closed), Mr LamPa, and my buddy Supanova. Their birthdays are one after another, each in a week. It’ll be fun - LP just had his groin poked, Supanova has his papers starting on the 18th, and there is rife speculation whether my brother’s girlfriend would officially become my 大嫂 soon. qc - I should try this sometime 6 things, again Cindy tagged me, and because she’s such a sweetie I’ll just bore you guys again. 1) I bathe with my door open when I am alone. Which is pretty often. 2) I can starve myself if I want to. Which is good if I decide to be an anorexic, but I see no fun in that. Besides, I rather tone myself than go to the Kate Moss way. Sometimes I’m just too lazy to cook/forage for food/eat. [I forgot what comic this was] 3) This happens to me: …more often that you think. The food container problem, not the clothes problem [cathy.com] 4) Since we’re using pictures, this also happens to me quite often, just that it’s the aircon instead of the electric blanket. [pickles] 5) I’m horrible at housekeeping. When it comes to laundry, I don’t really bother to separate them. And I rewear my clothes just as long as they don’t stink. I’ve been told that I wash like a bachelor. Well… if it works, why not? stink and non-stink - that’s the way to go. 6) I don’t care for Britney. Not at all. A little sad what happened to her, but it doesn’t rock my world. She needs help. Plus, her music, to me, ain’t really music. underwear is healthy will they get it on, or not? I am getting intrigued by the newest story line (#868 onwards) at QC. I was a little dismayed that Angus (or the AskingForIt Guy, or the Argument Guy) was getting something from Faye, but well, as sitcoms go, we can all predict the ending. They drew him a little different - almost kinda and not so jerk-looking this time. But very, very interesting though. Immensely interesting. Can’t wait for the next episode everyday at noon (GMT +8)! And one thing - I wish that these webcomics (including SomethingPositive.net) have search functions so I can look for a particular storyline or character! I was looking for an adoption storyline in SomethingPositive and short of going through page by page there’s nearly no way to find it. Maybe there is but I’m just too stupid! love Was just talking to an ex-colleague over MSN today, and somehow Love and Marriage and Weddings came up. I’m old school and idealistic when it comes to love. I don’t care how you view it, but I always feel that the bible held the definition of love. All those other feelings of jealousy, control (BGR control is not love, curfews are another thing!), etc, those don’t come from love: it comes from us and because it’s occurs with the ones we love, we tag it to love. Love comes in many forms - parental, BGR, friendship… It’s not impossible, but it’s not that easy. Even if we fail, we should strive towards it. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails… 1 Cor 13:4~8 blondie 14022007: it ain’t about the roses. Horrible F1 Accident I don’t usually care for F1 - to me, it’s something stupid and obstructive. But when I saw this photo, I thought, oh how horrible! (more…) xiaxue advertises? This is kinda old (match it to moby sky’s entry) but I guess I forgot about it lying in my folders. Anyway, I think if he found out he might be puking with disgust. I find it funny though. so… xx advertises! hmmm twiddling my thumbs I’m sitting in the office waiting for Monkey to knock off. The poor boy’s mum had already left him out of the dinner tonight, since we originally had plans with xt, who made plans with her honey without cancelling on me (for a while I thought I was going to be part of the action, gasp, no!) and I had to sms her to confirm. I blundered quite badly at the meeting just now, stuttering every other word, trying to force my brain to obey. I could have gone home to sleep, but I owed a colleague a quotation (which I could have done at Mac, next to the meeting place and then go home) and I was tempted by the thought that I needn’t lug my laptop around. So my brother’s going to come home to a less-than-neat place, and I forgot to tell him to help me buy Krispy Kreme because I wanted to surprise a little chilli padi that has been stressed out at work, but wow, guess this birdbrain didn’t remember, argh. My dad’s going China again, but I doubt if he’ll go to HK just to buy this. I am so tired, I can’t really do any work or any serious thinking. I’m just aimlessly surfing around hoping to stay awake then have dinner and then go home - not that I mind just collapsing in bed and waking up hungry tomorrow. And you know what the irony would be? Yep, if I kenna insomnia later again. What fun! Update - after giving up going home at 5pm to come back to do that one quotation and have dinner with Monkey, Monkey just called me to cancel dinner because he has to work late. no, this is the irony. getting it over and done with Lucky for me, my meeting later would be a simple and hopefully price-negotiation fuelled discussion and not so technical in terms of HR, requirements and IT. I can’t drink any coffee now, cos then tonight I won’t be able to sleep either. I am a semi zombie, unable to do much constructive work with request for quotations and my own lack of sales pounding me. I am a zombie. I can’t wait for my meeting at 4 later, so that after that, I’ll just leave for home and nap. I’ll walk past the mess, and straight into my room, switch on the aircon and ignore everything and nap. I just hope that it wouldn’t trigger more insomnia though! Talk about the irony. I’m supposed to meet Monkey after work though. Ah well. yet another story an insomnia story, that is. Light flickering on a plastic box with random images are entertaining me now. from Boston Legal Season 1 Denny Crane: You left me! For a secretary?! Shirley Schmidt: It was the Secretary of Defense! Denny Crane: Still a secretary. I’ve got an image to upkeep. It’s 5am and I’m awake. Yay! And my brother is coming back tomorrow night means I’ve got to clean the house before he reaches home. I spent like 20 mins preparing for my meeting tomorrow (which will turn to mush since I won’t have enough sleep) and the rest of the time stoning out on the recliner, the norm for the past month, with the Friends Season Two on. I think my bills are flying up again. I seem to be relying on the tv and the living room again. At least when my brother is back I slink back to my room, which isn’t a bad thing. Sleeping, however, is another matter altogether though. I am guess either I won’t sleep at all tonight or I might nap for an hour or two. I am quite tired but not sleepy. Whoopee. 那年夏天宁静的海 I don’t like Cyndi Wang. She’s too cute, and sometimes act cute, for me, though she has a few (very few) nice songs, and the others being radio-friendly sweet meaningless substance-less stuff. I give credit where it’s due - the nice songs are not due to her being a good singer, but good song writing. In fact, I realised that to a lot of people, if the song is well written, it can have shit lyrics (or a shit tune, usually just one) and a frog can croak it and they will still like it. Even shit lyrics and shit tune can make it once in a while. Ah well. I’m just fussy, really fussy about this kinda stuff. I heard this Cyndi song on MTV, and it caught my, er, ear, because it was nice (by my standards). 那年夏天宁静的海 那时我们天天在一起/太幸福都不需要距离 很贪心　要全世界注意/只是太年轻　快乐和伤心 都像在演戏　一碰就惊天动地/今天看你　昨天的你去了哪裡 ＊那年夏天我和你都在/这一大片寧静的海 直到后来我们都还在/对这个世界充满期待 今年冬天你已经不在/我的心空出了一块 很高兴遇见你　让我终究明白/回忆　你就是精采＊ 还记得一起努力　还有那些一言為定 现在我就到过去　始终随兴　虽然好不容易 我期待未来 And to be honest, I think her technique is improving, though her voice is still too weak and thin for my liking. It’ll be nicer if someone else sang it though, heh… Protected: if that’s what you want, I’ll go away This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: boring post. After the usual embarrassing sales meeting with the same spoken stuff (“you have too few leads, ie too little things to work with for sales”) and the same implied stuff (‘and not working hard enough on the little leads you have’), I headed to Jurong East library to get some comic books to last me though the mundane waiting in the convention/exhibition tomorrow. While I was there, I saw this girl from my Secondary School seated on the 4th floor next to the comics, her head buried in them. I saw myself there, though I could not identify with the pink cutesy bag (which was quite popular with my classmates too I think). I saw myself there, in my own world reading. I took the lift down to the 1st floor with the same guy that was in my lift on the way up. I took a cab back, weighed down by my laptop, the projector that I have to carry to the hotel tomorrow and the books I just borrowed. I had an amazing conversation with the taxi driver, talking about Tanglin Halt’s hawker western food and the new Channel 8 Primetime (9pm) show, 幸福双人床 (Mars Vs Venus). We agreed that Tay Ping Hui would be better off looking more uncle and Aileen Tay more stingy looking. I really like the show, although I don’t agree with the “principles” they preach on. I try to separate the show from the principles. You see, I’m really narrow-minded. I’m no Jesseca Liu, and Monkey’s no Pierre Png (though that wouldn’t be too bad!) but there was one scene that Pierre Png’s character nagged at Jesseca Liu’s character… and it was exactly like how Monkey nags at me. Exactly. If I closed my eyes, I would have thought he was here! perks of staying up late One of the perks of staying up late (insomnia strikes again. I am so going to be a zombie later at work) is that you get to watch shows that you usually can’t catch, courtesy of the very repetitive cable channels we have (I’m sure reruns are for occasions like this). When there was nothing to watch, I flipped over to MTV Chinese for a while, and a few songs caught my eye. Mostly, the lyrics, because I couldn’t really hear the song over the thundering rain and also I like to scrutinise the vocals and stuff before I say “wow nice song”. Anal la. So one of the songs were 喜欢你. No, not from Kit Chan (which is a nice song), but a new song from 庭竹 (I have no idea who she is). Excerpts: 喜欢你所有决定/温柔的声音/拨动我的心情 喜欢你撒娇语气/傻瓜的行径/心慢慢的贴近 喜欢你宽厚背影/安定的气息/温柔包围我的心 The other songs are in English, and are Undiscovered by James Morrison… I don’t know why or where i’m coming from And in my head i’m close to you We’re in the rain still searching for the sun …and How to Save a Life from The Fray. As he begins to raise his voice You lower yours and grant him one last choice Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you’ve followed He will do one of two things He will admit to everything Or he’ll say he’s just not the same And you’ll begin to wonder why you came On another note, I’ve managed to import my old posts over to this blog. Have fun reading my past. “I tell you, the lighter’s out of gas.” “No way, love, I just reloaded it.” “Oh ya? I tell ya it’s empty!” [you got to love old films] can you draw the lines Let’s not talk about how my hands are tingling again, or how my upper lip is burning for some reason, or even the general lousy feeling. I am even try to forget the fact that my chest hurt in general when I was out with Monkey today, to the point of being distracted. Poor boy. My chest hurt when I was breathing, not even when I was coughing. I was feeling really lousy. I think the 1 hour of stifling my cough and trying to not wheeze did more damage then it seemed to, not that I can imagine why. I’m just pissed off at the return of the breathing thing and a damned recurring pain in my left chest. And I can’t go to sleep like that because it’ll probably trigger my fear of not waking up in the last minutes before I manage to sleep. Not that not sleeping helps - it’s one big bloody cycle again. shite. It’s all connected. moan moan groan groan grumble so I thought I was well enough to go out for dinner (because all I’ve been eating is bread for the whole day - I nearly finished the bloody loaf). On the way there I was hit by breathlessness, and a mild, annoying and rather consistent headache. I stopped the runny nose medication because well, I haven’t had it for a while. Now it’s dripping, I’m hot (really hot, like menopausal flushing), I need to iron my clothes, I just swept the house, I just cleaned the litter, I stink, I hate it when I start asking “how come got cat pee smell?”, etc etc groan. I need to wash dishes. Iron. Wash. What ever happened to recuperate? Me thinks I have to ask the part time maid here again, but then if I do, there goes any luxury item for me this month. friday night… … is spent sleeping, or rather, trying to sleep. Grrrr. Hot hot hot hot hot! guilt overwhelming. need to go back. soon. now. argh. Monkey is my pick-me-up Monkey has been very sweet these couple of days when I’ve been sick. He came over from work on Wednesday to get me some groceries and wash my dishes, and last night just to bring me out to buy bread and help me rub some medicated oil on my tummy. He’s also going to be running some errands for me tonight, buying some stuff since I can’t go out and also getting me some stuff. I have no idea why my tummy’s giving me trouble. Hopefully it’s only the side effects of the stupid medication. I hope it stops. If not I have to take more medication. At least my cough and runny nose/phelgm has stopped. Day time television is quite ok before 9am. Ironic huh? I just watched Cheers and Friends. Then it’s Oprah and that.bores.me.no.end. Glad I still have my comics! Well, it’s time to eat Nutella sandwiches! my medicine is killing me I am allergic to Penicillin,  so I am always given a substitute antibiotic instead. However, I am a medication hating person, meaning I’ll only take it when I buay tahan. So because of a previous UTI scare, I am faithful in taking my medication for flu this time round… only that it’s making me sicker. From this website: Stop using erythromycin and call your doctor at once if you have any of these serious side effects: · chest pain, uneven heartbeats, feeling light-headed or fainting; · nausea, stomach pain, low fever, lost appetite, dark urine, clay-colored stools, jaundice (yellowing of the skin or eyes); or · diarrhea that is watery or bloody. · Other, less serious side effects may be more likely to occur. Continue taking erythromycin and talk with your doctor if you have any of these less serious side effects: · mild nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, or stomach pain (taking erythromycin with food or milk may help avoid these effects); · dizziness, headache, feeling tired; · vaginal itching or discharge; or · mild itching or skin rash. Also, Take this medication for as many days as it has been prescribed for you even if you begin to feel better. Your symptoms may get better before the infection is completely treated. Erythromycin will not treat a viral infection such as the common cold or flu. So why I taking this?