25 yo Melbournian. Born and bred in the shadows of a city called KL. Survives on chocolates, lots of sleep and the comfort of good company. Loves a good laugh, a good book, a good cry, a good movie.

"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love and something to hope for." - Joseph Addison

Daddy turns older

31.7.06

It was my dad's birthday yesterday. Since I didn't prepare a present for him, I decided to call back home and wish him.

Me: ello, Happy Birthday!
Dad: Hah? It's not my birthday today!

*oh shit... don't tell me I got dad's birthday wrong*

Me: Err.. your birthday's on the 30th right?!
Dad: Yah!
Me: So... Happy Birthday lar!
Dad: SIAO ah you? Today is the 28th!

*WHAT?! checks phone...*

Me: NO it's the 30th!!!
Dad: You must be dreaming! It's the 29th..
Me: ...
Dad: Eh, wait, you're right ... it's the 30th.. HEHEH
Me: O_o

Me: So what are you doing? Are you sleeping? You sound like you're sleeping?
Dad: YAH! You woke me up already, now only ask?!
Me: O_o

*sigh* I think I'll send a card next time!

27.7.06

I am supposedly not allowed to be out this weekend due to the sorry state I'm in at the moment. So I shall sit my butt at home, reminiscing about the weekend past...

Winter makes me sick

27.7.06

If i have to sneeze one more time, my eyeballs are going to pop out of their sockets or my ear drums are gonna burst. I've been sneezing all freaking day. Feel like absolute shite. My whole entire body is aching.

I dread having to drag my sick behind to work tomorrow. Taking a sick day isn't really an option at the moment. My to-do-list at work has just grown exponentially in the last 3 days, with no sign of stopping anytime soon. *cries*

And being the brat that I am, I refuse to take any medication. I have this whole "no drugs unless absolutely necessary" policy. I'm definitely paying for the consequences at the moment.

On the brighter side, it's Thursday tomorrow. Which means, Saturday/Sunday isn't too far away.

Yu Ann, Picasso?

Slow coach

20.7.06

Why is it that no matter how fast I try to walk, I'm still SLOW!

I'm serious. I've really tried. Bigger steps. Quicker steps. Almost to the point where it feels like my legs have become propellers like the Road Runner. And my muscles hurt, and I'm out of breath. Yet, everyone seems to walk past me - EFFORTLESSLY might I add. Even an old granny with a walking stick can keep up with my pace.

I'm very very puzzled. My legs cannot be THAT short. Any explanations are welcomed.

Transit Lounge

15.7.06

French night at Transit. Old friends, new friends. French wine. Californian wine. Asam laksa mocktail. An acoustic band. Great service. Cute waiter. Nothing defines a Friday night better - short of some dancing.

Q: Why is butter poor?
A: Because it's not kaya!

... were among some of the lame jokes told.

*tee hee hee*

1.7.06

All of us are guilty, at some time or other in our lives, of using the "delete" function. It works wonders on ridding yourself of unwanted spam e-mails, or to free up hard drive space, or to get rid of any evidence of porn say. And just as easily, we assume that our lives are like that of a machine. Deleting any evidence of bad memories, be it a phone number, an e-mail or a picture. We see it in the movies all the time, the most popular of all being the burning of pictures and letters as a way of cleansing and starting anew when a relationship fails.

But I wonder. Firstly, whether deleting the physical things necessarily mean deleting the experience. And secondly, why I would want to erase my past. I can appreciate that it might feel liberating to delete. It feels like you're in control. But how exactly destroying what you can see helps to remove what you can't, I'm still not quite sure. Destroying all the material things doesn't change reality. I think, people often mistakenly say "forget, and move on". What should be said is "accept, and move on".

I regret the times when I've misused the power of deletion. Now, I try to keep all my memories somewhere. Bad or good. As for the really bad ones, I keep them in a little box tucked away under the cobweb infested staircase. And hopefully, one day I can walk past it, dust the inch thick layer of dust, and smile about it.