Far Out

Just yesterday while trying to grab some 40 winks before work, a handphone blared out an annoyingly loud "Big Girls Don't Cry". Just my luck it was for the girl who was sitting beside me who immediately rummaged through her oversized tote bag to find her handphone and answer the call.

"OH MY GAWD ARE YOU LIKE, FUCKING SERIOUSSS?"
Yeah, is she fucking serious, talking so loud on a quiet morning bus where most people were on their way to work / school?

"...HAHAHAHHAHAHA NO WAAAY!"
No way is this happening on a morning where I only got 3 measly hours of sleep! Wah terok ah like this.

"...HAHA OHMYGAWD YOU ARE SUCH A DESPERATE BIMBO BUT WHATEVV MAN, I SUPPORT YOU ALL THE WAY. Eh I gotta go already, I'm reaching the school bustop see you soon k!"
Which just hit so fucking close to home.

What an age we're living in, huh, to be able to use insults and yet flatter a friend that way? By no means am I advocating coarse language but somehow in a warped way it feels so much easier paying compliments to a friend by inserting a derogatory term in the sentence as well.

"Not bad bitch, this dress doesn't make you look pregnant!" - I overheard this in a shop in Bugis which was met with peals of laughter and a "OMG thanks!"

I suppose when this happens too often, people tend to overstep the boundary. They shoot things straight off without thinking that in usual circumstances, that could hurt a lot. Almost everything goes anyway, vulgarities can be used when praising a person so really, what is the point in practising the age-old "Think Before You Speak"?

I myself am guilty of being loud, brash and strongly opinionated most of the times and though I do my utmost to consider my thoughts before saying them out loud most of the time, I most probably fail miserably the rest of the time (which is quite a lot, hurhur).

I've never been a person to wear her heart on her sleeve and in addition to that, I'm not one for straightforward and true apologies (much less public) but some people are worth abandoning your pride for, well at least some moments.

I know I'm awfully reckless, I say things I shouldn't and as a result my careless attitude and my ill-timed comment upset you immensely. I know I can say that I never meant a bit of it and in my defense, also point out to you that it is rather petty for you to bring that up 4 days after it took place. Frankly, I don't care for that, not one bit, because ultimately, the fault was mine - I should have known better than to spout something so trivial yet so major. The littlest things are the ones that matter after all.
I'm sorry.

Turn the clock to zero, sister
You'll never know how much I missed her
Starting up a brand new day

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In case I slip into pre-A level results feeling of supreme horror-induced coma or my subconscious drives me to cross a busy junction at a red light or anything equally moronic (yet tragic okayyyy!) I did miss you lah, no sort-ofs, no acronyms lol.
It strikes me most strongly when the mamat appears and you're not there to pop up within minutes. I swear it's like you've got a totally acute sixth sense or maybe a cooler way to say it would be you're like Matt Parkman duuuuude.
Some things are better let out than in and if it's just kept inside, it'll be a gross waste of human emotion anyway.

I'll take my chances at sounding highly emogay, heck I probably already ruined whatever tough-chick rep I tried to cultivate but whatevs, I'm one happy bugger with one hell of a load off her back now.

A Level results coming out in mid Feb, either 15 or 18 Feb.

I'm terribly nauseous and I just wanna curl up in one corner and suck on my thumb till a rich man comes to offer my hand in marriage. That's what my mum suggested - Abysmal results? Easy, go get married!
But I'll bet she's joking, I mean, she can't be serious rightrightriiiight? :(

It's nerve-wrecking and worse than whatever I felt for O levels because at least there's poly to fall back on, hurhurhur (Nah actually I dreaded having to go poly because I have no clue what course to take on anyway).

I badly wanna attend a local U (I must I MUST!), I don't want to be far away from the people I love and care for.
Not to mention the relatively sky-high tuition fees and cost of living overseas.
I am so not attending University of Chulalongkorn wherever that is and however cheap it may be.

Retaking's an option that I will only consider as a last resort because having to resit for the exams makes me feel like a failure and is rather a waste of my parents' money, no?
(Kudos to those who have retaken the A Levels, I think they're awfully courageous)

On another hand, I need to start a mantra already.

NUS NUS NUS NUS NUS NUS NUS NUS NUS NUS NUS NUS NUS.

NUS FASS!

And to think I wanted to get into NUS Law Fac. Insert a weak haha here. Pathetique :/
NUS FASS will be more than good enough, hell, it'd be mindblowing please.

Meena, I think you'd like this.
I think the music playing in the background is awfully sweet.

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On an entirely different note, office politics are a hoot!
Instant perk-me-up whenever I'm close to hitting my head with an embarrassing thud on the desktop.
Oh and I'd pay to see a certain superior just stand and try to make small talk with members of the public.
OMG just his accent could set me on a one-way giggling trip.
TEEHEE (Shoooot, Shar infected me with The Giggle)

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Let me reiterate - I <3 online shopping and ATM bank transfers / internet banking.
Postage fees are cheaper than transport costs (screw you, adult fare!) and the goods are almost always more competitively priced than the ones retailing in stores!
Lovesit!

To be sung in the tune of "You're Beautiful" by James 'Blah' Blunt.

My job is stupid,
My day's a bore,
Inside this office,
From 8 to 4.

Nothing ever happens,
My life is pretty blank,
Pretending that I am working,
Pray I don't get canned.

My cubicle, my cubicle,
It's 1 of 62,
It's my small space,
In a crowded place,

Just a six by six board booth,
And I hate it, that's the truth.

When I give a sigh,
As the boss walks by,
No one ever talks to me,
Or looks me in the eye,

And I really should work,
But instead I just sit here,
And surf the internet.

And my cubicle, my cubicle,
It doesn't have a view,
It's my small space,
In a crowded place,

I sit inside there too,
And sometimes I sit here nude.

This song just struck a chord with me. Damn straight!
Esp the 6th verse, lol.

GAAAH payday payday payday when are you gonna come, dey.

She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.

She turned the clock around, and boy was I smitten.
She caught me on the way to see green lizards shittin.

I woke up the next morning hoping yesterday would stay
It was two miles to heaven which was ten miles away.

I couldn't pretend I wasn't being real.
She had the heart of a lima bean and garbanzos of steel.

Oooh oooh garbanzo's of steel!
Oooh oooh do you think they are real?
Gaaarrbaaanzoes of steeeel!
Gaaarrbaaanzoes of steeeel!

EVERYBODYYY!

MAJOR MEGALOLZ, PLEASE.
Oooh but there's more!

My mind wandered canals of bananas, so flacid.
For her love was tainted like a brainfart on acid.

Feels like a hurricane tearing up my soul
Your love is like cholesterol, ooooh cholesterol!

And my fave suggested lines so far must be these: -

If you won't leave me alone,
I'll find someone who will.
How can I miss you if you won't go away?
There's a hole in the mattress,
And I'll meet you in the spring..
Don't let the screen door hit you,
Where the good lord split you.

I could go on, but then I'd have to kill myself.

Seriously, Scott Addams and his followers are da shiz.
I love you like goat on mountain.

TGIF!

Work has been alright this week though I highly suspect it's because of my new stunning toyboy, Wowzer, who's gorgeous, sleek and dapper. (No really, I'm not kidding nor exaggerating)

That's right, you read it.

NEW TOYBOY! <3

Mum has met him twice and though she was sceptical of him initially, she's grown to like him I think. She gave us both the third degree - How did you meet? Family background? Age? What are you pursuing now? Got older brother anot?

Dad is still in the dark because Mum warned me that he might not approve. She advised me to drop a few hints though - to see how he'll take to the new addition to the family. (Yes, it's that serious. I really think we're in it for the long term.)

Wowzer accompanies me to and from work - What more could a girl ask for?
My colleagues got to see him on Wednesday and they all agreed he's quite a catch. (One of them even asked me where to get one! LOL)
General view: A tad geeky on the inside maybe, but definitely a charmer and aesthetically pleasing (:

In my excitement, I even bought him new clothes online which should be arriving in the mail either on Saturday or Monday; Man, I hope he likes them!





p/s. What a superb feeling huh? To be smitten by your new iPod!
pp/s. My gawd 7 more days, boy. That's like, really really laaaaaaaterrrrrrrrrr.

NUM OUTINGGGGG, we'll paint the town red!
Kay set go!

In a sky full of people only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy?

And then you see things
The size of which you've never known before
They'll break it
Someday

Thursday started horribly.
Flashback to Wednesday evening:-

Dad: Kakak! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING TO WORK?!
Mum: Slippers?! You look horrible!
Me: Comfort over everything else. Anyway, at least I don't look like the youngsters you cluck your tongue at.
Dad: Wear proper workclothes and SHOES tomorrow. You can wear flip flops in the office but not to and from work. Downrightsloppy, wearing slippers. Proper attire - It's etiquette. Etiquette!
Me: *thinks: Thank God there's only one day left till Casual Friday*

Back to Thursday morning.
Mum thought I wore clothes fitting for the office (and to be called her daughter), I just thought they were fitting.
I felt dastardly cause work is no place to look good at, in my opinion, unless of course there were people to doll up for.
In my case - None. Nada! Nixxxxx! There's one kinda cute ang moh but he doesn't come to the office often :/ Plus he's my mum's age. Though he looks 10 - 15 years younger than he really is. But still.
BAH whatever, he should come to the office more often :D

I digress.
I guess the whole point of this entry is - Girrrrls, I have a new target!
And to meet that target (literally) - Leave office at 6pm.
No more Boyd's, Urie's, what-have-you's!
(Though someperson's brother/s is/are still quite hot, hehe)

No you're never gonna survive
Unless you get a lil crazy

p/s. Shar, I'm not offended at all. Hot boys sweat, that's how they let off heat, hehe.
pp/s. ZOMG PWC, the hunk I met got bicepssssss and nicenice back! He talked to me eh, HE. TALKED. TO. MEEEEEE! More details when we meet up. Oh yeah, Hajar is so gonna hit me when she hears who's the guy, weeheehee.

Without a doubt, the greatest accomplishment of my Saturday would be to have another person watching Princess Hours as well. Hah!

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You're rotten to the core and should be sharkbait.
Poseur!
LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!