tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54846532012-02-03T14:50:15.998+08:00bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.comBlogger8881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-83317941854726154732012-02-03T14:50:00.001+08:002012-02-03T14:50:16.011+08:00

I prefer a person with good work ethics but needs more time in training than a smart ass that blabbers all the wrong shit. Simple things like these. 1) Not discussing your pay in the office ( I don't care if you bitch about it in the pantry. Things like this will definitely upset one of the listeners and trigger sour feelings) 2) Keeping your mouth shut about the sales figures of your company

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-70679512863595955082012-02-02T12:26:00.003+08:002012-02-02T12:26:34.985+08:00

Every step I take, every move I make, every word I say. Are all decisions I've made. Whether I chose to be irresponsible and curse, whether I chose to be childish and biatch about somebody, whether I've weigh pros and cons enough. And therefore. Serve me right for putting on 4 kilos. I chose to eat like mad cow.                                                          Bursting of oyster in

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-62541303284696806902012-01-20T00:51:00.001+08:002012-01-20T00:51:38.752+08:00

Am in Hong Kong's home right now. Chilly, not freezing yet, thank goodness.  And The Man is still stuck in office. Poor man's been undergoing alot of body torment for the past week. Sprained his neck so bad, I almost thought he might have got a stroke. The chinese physician adviced him to watch his diet, especially on the sugar, something that I've always nagged him on for months. The good

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-11791987940423275252012-01-12T15:32:00.004+08:002012-01-12T15:32:59.442+08:00

I don't believe the world will end in 2012. We did enough damage to mother earth, surely they are not gonna let us off that easily.  However, in some sense, this is the year that is going to end some things in some way. For (a cheery) example, F1 is gonna say goodbye. Fifth year, five years contract with Singapore. Unless they decide to renew it for another term but I guess thats pretty

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-10686519656380516572011-12-31T16:44:00.000+08:002012-01-05T17:02:41.842+08:00

....trending on Twitter right now. Birthday happened. The only difference I noticed was I'm beginning to lose count of the years that I've lived. When somebody ask for my age, I gotta start counting from my birth year to 2011. No joke. Thank you for allll the presents, lets save the hassle and give me a card in future alrightey? I love cards. =) No joke!

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-55284654076906235312011-12-28T14:46:00.002+08:002011-12-28T14:46:54.839+08:00

The legendary Kimmy Hong is getting married. Yes. Legendary. We had policemen chasing after us to make friends with her. Delivering Hokkien mee in the middle of the night to her doorstep. Money transferred in a phone call. Overseas trip sponsors. Somebody bought her a horse. She's Summer from 500 days of Summer. She's an undercover mafia. And now she's getting married. Kimmy Hong is

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-59601249395132354252011-12-27T18:56:00.000+08:002011-12-27T18:57:23.068+08:00

and was over in a blink. Bye Christmas bye, though I love your sweet quietness but it wouldn't hurt if you're more lively next year. I'm still pretty much upset by the fact that the class didn't have a full gathering this year and I shall bear in mind that next year when I plan way ahead, if response are not spontaneous it means I and my other half should just get on with our lives. That's how

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-55633248004611810972011-12-21T15:10:00.000+08:002011-12-21T15:10:15.057+08:00

..one who speaks for herself, fearless of the circumstances cos she has faith in those who knows her will know she only speaks the truth and stand on moral grounds. I want to be one who can slam a book of standards in the faces of people who abuse their years of experience and network. I want to be the one to stand up and look them coldly in the eyes, and say "You have no ethics, downright

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-17761035007818027982011-12-20T10:27:00.003+08:002011-12-20T10:32:17.270+08:00

Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.  Tom: Knew what?  Summer: What I was never sure of with you. 

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-29543328592756619972011-12-19T16:30:00.000+08:002011-12-19T16:30:04.151+08:00

Good things that happened in 2011 1) Sandy broke up with a bastard. How low can a man get? Ask him. 2) Bad guys died. Good bye Osama and Kim Jong Il. We don't miss you. 3) Hong Kong Government 良心发现 decided to 分猪肉 to us little poor hongkys. 4) I had good breakfast almost everyday. Thank you Singaporeans for contributing much to the tourism of my country. Jim's off to HK for work trip, then

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-89748332570695151982011-12-17T11:26:00.003+08:002011-12-17T11:28:02.352+08:00

How many one year anniversary can you have in a relationship? Just one. We may not be the best boyfriends and girlfriends in the world, but we're the best for each other. I love you. Muacks.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-85359794834861925302011-12-10T11:04:00.003+08:002011-12-10T11:26:52.056+08:00

Hot flushes. Sweat. Irritability. Mood swings. These are inclusive in the menopause package. We had a rather tough period with my mum's menopause. She drove everyone crazy, whining about everything under the sun. She would be reading her newspaper, or cutting apples, or staring at the TV, you know peaceful silence and then PAH next second, you're suddenly facing a hysterical afro-hair auntie

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-45607238656547700492011-12-01T12:06:00.006+08:002011-12-01T12:32:46.969+08:00

The shopaholic has been starved for one whole year. I might just go crazy if I don't get these soon:1) MMM Wallet2) A proper buffet. Todai and Marriot are top on list. 3) Lazing corner 4) Anna Sui x Hush Puppies5) And of course, great birthday night with The Man.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-67869060194488972422011-11-21T12:03:00.001+08:002011-12-01T12:06:40.448+08:00

I need more clothes. Its a need.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-42379351126488567522011-11-15T17:19:00.007+08:002011-11-16T15:42:45.681+08:00

During the good ol Crescentian days, I always went back at least twice a year, for both June holidays and December holidays. Back then not everyone had internet access at home (stone age people stone age) and I don't even have a computer in Hong Kong. The five besties would write letters and it was then I knew Kimmy could really write alot of crap.NP days were better. Sometimes three times a year

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-72356434023026537782011-11-02T18:39:00.002+08:002011-11-02T18:43:58.731+08:00

I don't like this opening. When someone says this, most of the time there are no problems. Oh yeah wait maybe one, the fault finder. I prefer talking to someone that helps to look for the solution, not the holes and tears.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-48113510270027771152011-11-01T14:52:00.003+08:002011-11-01T14:55:07.028+08:00

Pic from lifestyle.xin.msn.comOne shot and got it. Yeah I'm pleased.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-36295387409706918172011-10-29T16:24:00.003+08:002011-10-29T16:25:43.134+08:00

The Man's house is almost ready. Living room is ohmygod so spacious. Can so imagine my mum saying "Hong Kong houses really can't compare to Singapore houses...." (please translate this in Cantonese). The Man and I love the idea of a walk-in wardrobe (I'm surprised that he likes it cos I thought only girls will appreciate the excitement of picking clothes from the racks). Ikea's wardrobe are

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-952471691861770682011-10-22T13:58:00.003+08:002011-10-22T14:17:17.894+08:00

Once upon a time, I had no temper. I was nice, I was forgiving, I tolerated nonsense, I simply waited when friends turn up 3 hours late for no valid reason, I let friend fly airplane cos they are too lazy to get out of the house, I kept my emotions to myself. My motto was "Don't let your emotions affect others". I got sick of myself. So, I flared up. I get angry when I should be. I frown and

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-5933314038904021082011-10-15T16:47:00.002+08:002011-10-15T16:50:12.789+08:00

Finger pointing putting blame to innocent make a big hooha shed tears cry cries ..... just to wipe your own ass clean.I need not step down to your level. Never fail to amaze me with your turtle speed in growing up.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-16851218303412603802011-10-07T18:03:00.003+08:002011-10-07T18:10:37.484+08:00

I'm being called a "stickler to my own rules".Which sounds pretty good to me. Setting standards and sticking to it, not going back on my words. Its just fair that we lay out the rules clearly before we play the game. Thank you for confirming that.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-58503897415888382042011-09-30T21:16:00.002+08:002011-09-30T21:24:09.044+08:00

Cut the crap and just tell me this.Why?1) You're in no position to talk backWhy?1a) You didn't earn enough credits to grab that postWhy?1ai) Your don't have the knowledge / the background / the streetsmartness / the strings. Why?1ai -1) You weren't from that faculty. 1ai -2) Your name is newbie.1ai -3) Your movements/words/speeches and the way you carry yourself did not reflect this.1ai -4)

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-91562846541260874372011-09-28T16:04:00.002+08:002011-09-28T16:15:02.834+08:00

I'm trying to be very patient with this one here.I misjudged once. The last dummy I met turns out to be my greatest assistant of all. Long lives her legend. *I haven't been sleeping in my room for the longest time ever. The new unit is "months", and this is alarming. We started off as weekend sleepovers, then some weekdays sleepover as well, and when I realised it, nights back home are countable.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-69790442027237784092011-09-23T18:14:00.002+08:002011-09-23T18:33:47.969+08:00

Some promises are meant to be ignored. For good will.For the benefit of a third party. Market/environment/team mates/feelings/preferences changed. And a thousand more reasons. Just because you made a promise doesn't necessarily mean that I'll have to gladly accept it.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-6548137109373035502011-09-19T13:53:00.006+08:002011-09-20T11:21:57.728+08:00

Thanks to The Man's mom, who spent her casino points on a 3 weekend hotel stay marathon. Baton passed to us for this week, next up will be The Man's sister and her boyfriend. 17th's our monthniversary, highlight for the day was supposed to be Todai. The idea of making reservation didn't cross my mind till the day itself and the only slot they had left was 8.30pm, which we would both probably burn

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-35960840637690469872011-09-07T13:10:00.004+08:002011-09-07T13:15:48.146+08:00

I can't handle stupid questions.I just can't. I've been meeting alot of degree & bachelor holders from all over the world for the past weeks, many of them left me wondering "how the heck did they get their degree?" and questioning the credibility of that laminated shining cert.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-89769255922996801572011-09-03T12:15:00.002+08:002011-09-03T12:22:32.920+08:00

I missed the H&M launch for one good reason. And for the same reason, I'm not patronizing it till the craze dies down. Don't get me wrong. I love h&m. Always my first stop when I fly back to Hong Kong with a empty luggage. Chic tees, gifts, the hello kitty collections, the cheap and good shoes. But now I gotta think thrice before swiping my card on their stuffs cos I don't wanna be caught

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-88433424382711459562011-09-01T16:28:00.002+08:002011-09-01T16:36:55.201+08:00

Look at this.Just. Look. What the heck were we thinking when we ordered this? And what the heck were we thinking, when we ordered this as well? We must have looked like two idiots that have never eaten noodles for our entire lives. Ramen Champion would be a must go if you really into Ramen, 6 choices of different styles. The queue for Bario was long, Kimmy's friend did highlighted their

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-34443169402183898802011-08-29T19:05:00.002+08:002011-08-29T19:08:16.887+08:00

Sigh.Tony Tan. 35% votes enough to make him a president. Even if there's 65% Singaporeans disagreeing. That's a sad system.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-14022907190480605162011-08-25T14:49:00.004+08:002011-08-25T15:22:42.100+08:00

*shudders*....woo. Who came up with this slogan? Experience from attending past rally reminded me to be in boots. Note to self that I should be in bikini and long pants for the next rally. Humid and flies. After hunting and roaming for 15 minutes, we finally found Jim near a yellow striped landmark. I can't believe that we actually missed his big head. But yes, I'm for Tan Jee Say, cos

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-73250035035901019422011-08-23T15:09:00.002+08:002011-08-23T15:14:09.820+08:00

I'm kinda stuck. I'm high above, with nothing in my hands. Just a false almighty look yet defenseless to arrows that aims directly at me. Wait and die.Jump and die. This wasn't what's promised.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-20509505316030142472011-08-22T16:32:00.005+08:002011-12-27T19:00:09.673+08:00

Giving in and get nothing in return. Invest and lose it all. I wouldn't call that a stupid act. I regard it as a nice attempt, fees paid for a lesson, a pinch from life to remind me that I'm alive. Taking it this way does make me feel better. Sometimes I jerk awake, caught myself red-handed in the action of being nice again, a voice in my head shrieks "Why cant you learn?" and a

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-43746750529344843882011-08-19T15:13:00.003+08:002011-08-19T15:21:45.786+08:00

They sounded really casual. Nothing. We're done with each other. And now, next. Probably should get Ryan to learn from them.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-40068204243066534942011-08-18T15:10:00.000+08:002011-08-18T15:23:20.018+08:00

I don't think its wrong to be true to your feelings. But you probably should have done it earlier. It will reduce the damage.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-1186347862318795102011-08-16T14:52:00.003+08:002011-08-18T15:20:43.459+08:00

A snippet: Day 15 - PeaceDay 16 - FittingDay 17 - Shoot Day 18 - Shoot x 2, Show x 1 & TrainingDay 19 - Casting & TrainingDay 20 - Training. Dinner with Mum.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-53801029702024868222011-08-08T10:05:00.005+08:002011-08-16T15:14:04.978+08:00

Isnt the office abit over-quiet today? Wished I had a TV to blast the volume from. K never, I'll turn on the radio. *click click click* Or maybe I should blow my nose non-stop till the next fella steps in. Fish's gonna be away for a long weekend, back to the arms of her boyfriend. I'm back to Pte Ltd, thank goodness we're not having any major going-ons. Anyways I do hope Fish's enjoying herself

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-31238029160090374442011-07-30T13:00:00.005+08:002011-08-01T17:08:21.618+08:00

Plans for the future are so exciting. A cold war ended. My period came finally. Goodbye Xiao Long (I called my baby-to-be xiao long for nick). I'm finally saving. Or rather I finally have enough to get by. And now, we say hi to August. The intimidating August. 老娘才不怕你!

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-17286309778345919902011-07-14T20:06:00.003+08:002011-12-27T18:58:02.106+08:00

Over-priced HDB flats. Steaming red hot price getting more and more eye-popping. Breakdown of SMRT trains repeatedly. And now attempt to increase transportation fares. What's next?

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-29952596423654300742011-07-07T16:04:00.003+08:002011-07-11T07:00:13.836+08:00

Appetizer - bite size snaps.Met Gwen and Eve for dinner, was supposed to celebrate Carol's birthday again but I left early. I'm sorrryyy!!!Giena had her hair dyed red, again. Its coming off on cam abit pinkish isnt it.Kimmy @ Ootoya. Its a new Japanese sorta "casual dining" restaurant at The Clementi Mall. Expensive without reason, don't go.Can't say who's more out of mind. Me who keep dragging

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-39520049073775972452011-06-30T19:33:00.002+08:002011-06-30T20:00:11.965+08:00

Donation x Fashion. Charity x Love myself. Lady Gaga Victoria Beckham Karl Lagerfield Nicole Kidman and *roll eyes* Orlando Bloom. They got all aspects covered.Any reasons not to buy it? No?Me and Ryan in his ugly tee.And this one's my favourite by Nicole Kidman. I don't think I ever watched any of her movies till the end.I got you, Karl. Check out the tees before you hit the stores : http://

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-68193810299706598862011-06-22T15:51:00.002+08:002011-06-22T15:55:23.948+08:00

I need that five minutes in the morning to last me the whole day.I need that cup of coffee to turn me to an Energizer Rabbit. I need that tight slap on somebody's face if that's all it takes to wake them up. Though, I'm never gonna do it and I don't really want to do it. I need inner peace. With that I hope to go far. Further.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-31765855331942049622011-06-17T15:39:00.003+08:002011-06-17T16:02:28.683+08:00

Roses left on your doorstep. Couple ring. Light peck on the nose. Breakfast together. Warm hug in the terminal. Pulling you away from the crowd. A courageous move. Picking up your hand and holding you close. Laughter. Promises. Twinkle in the eyes. Smiling to himself after that something you said. Private jokes. And now. What the heck is this? You're sitting by your phone crying yourself to sleep

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-57511092006817182912011-06-10T11:14:00.009+08:002011-06-11T12:09:53.783+08:00

It is indeed the busiest of the month, so busy I can hardly breathe. Fish has been a great help, though sometimes her absentmindedness does push my patience to the limits, but well, yeah, yeah. Give and take.The Man moved, just 2 streets away from Senja, where he stayed for the last eight years. He claims that he don't feel a thing cos he's been moving alot since young, but even I, feel the pinch

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-73409041039538127682011-06-01T15:24:00.005+08:002011-06-03T13:46:48.239+08:00

Walk? What walk?The walk didn't happen at all, I got played out. He rooted himself infront of the computer watching motorbike videos on Youtube right after we reached his house. I did my best to get him out but he wouldn't budge. At the rate he's eating and munching and snacking, I would have a perfect option for Santa by November. No wait, probably October. My hongkey blood says a promise made

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-56926101721726348502011-05-27T18:25:00.004+08:002011-05-28T10:21:54.895+08:00

And now she's out.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-61885105456727291952011-05-24T10:39:00.007+08:002011-05-24T14:42:00.614+08:00

Amy: Pump petrol?Amy: What do you mean?Me : 打油Me : 车子Amy: I know but I can't understandAmy: You mean you go Malaysia just to pump petrol?I don't know how to explain to my Hong Kong friend the kind of life that I'm in right now. *Right after I blogged about the uncomfortable trip to the world of humps, I went with The Man and his friend J last night. We ventured in (and when I mean in, its

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-66539433545084792602011-05-23T19:13:00.006+08:002011-05-23T19:52:39.708+08:00

When he didn't turn, I thought he knew where he was going. And he went pass the second turn. Alas, and the third turn.I looked up, a sign stared back at me. "500 metres/Melaka/Kuala Lumpur".Smack his head, he's bringing me to KL!? On Itsu!?!? We went down a really long way till the next U-turn. I thought I was never gonna see you guys again *sniff sniff*So that was our first ride into Johor Bahru

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-67589925209963736762011-05-21T15:47:00.004+08:002011-05-21T15:53:00.245+08:00

I'll be running through my base again, let you know again.Let me do another check, if there's anything I'll call you right away. Erm. Hmmmm. (long pause for 10 seconds) Hmmmm....Okay (3 seconds pause), okay (3 seconds pause). Just give me some time. I've no guts to say, "Go somewhere else, I don't have it!" Honkeys never turn business down, its in the blood.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-57107275961812310462011-05-20T01:00:00.001+08:002011-05-20T19:02:15.762+08:00

The man is currently undergoing the process of aging. He's too lazy to walk.He's not interested in visiting new places.He's obsessed with old man things like politics, boxing and coins. His weight is getting out of hand. What should I do? *headinpalms*1) Lock him in the gym and not released him till he's 60kg2) Poke needles into Itsu so he can't ride anymore and force him to be on his feet3)

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-36063970776367076942011-05-19T15:22:00.003+08:002011-05-19T15:24:02.605+08:00

If you're a friend, you're family. But if you're family, it does not necessarily means that you're my friend.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-87357813831395044742011-05-16T11:20:00.003+08:002011-05-16T11:32:51.878+08:00

After three weeks of extended weekends, its finally coming to an end. Vesak's day will be the last public holiday for the next two months, thank goodness. Better stop before it drills the lazinessinto me.Spent the weekend at The Man's place packing his room with Christy, while he lie on the bed (like a 大爷) watching movie. And he daringly tweeted this : The girlfriend and sister packing my room.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-88620499940516661382011-05-12T09:53:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:50:33.159+08:00

Goodbyes are like a monthly event now. At least I'm sure I won't need to face it again this month....everyone's gone anyways. *sniff*Suits her, she wanted it to be a quiet departure. No cakes, no feast, no tears, just a big hug and a warm handshake. Goodbye Mon. Never selfish to share her experiences with us. Thanks for all your guidance =)And hello, Fish. My new team mate.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-72962854697165547632011-05-11T10:36:00.002+08:002011-05-11T10:39:06.142+08:00

I've had enough.I've had enough.I've had enough.I've had enough.I've had enough.And seriously I'm wondering whether you're worth my efforts to cling on to. A small voice inside me said "No."You need a cool off day?I think I need a month or more.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-73371900207908692822011-05-10T11:17:00.002+08:002011-05-10T11:18:11.683+08:00

It's not about what you can give. It's whether I want it or not. And I don't.So move on won't you.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-69264887504520729062011-05-09T15:12:00.009+08:002011-05-09T18:40:56.769+08:00

Its her party, really. Jolin was having more fun than the crowd. Nobody was discussing about Jolin's concert when we stepped out of the Stadium at 10.30pm. Everyone was busy checking twitter and facebook for election results and rushing home to watch live telecast.Plus. The concert wasn't that nice. Total disappointment. Don't think it was worth our 200 bucks. My concert partners, always trying

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-11385967779578202582011-05-08T03:12:00.002+08:002011-05-08T03:27:36.206+08:00

See, I really don't understand. Having no grudges against The Lightning in my whole life, imagine my OMGISTHATWHATSHAPPENING when The Man started showing me all the videos about the negative sides of them. A sudden blast and boom; bad things starts to flood in from all social media platforms. Threats and injustice acts from the Pioneers, impractical plans of HDB pricing, ridiculous CPF fund

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-69168417724664874002011-05-06T15:10:00.002+08:002011-05-06T15:14:15.023+08:00

Relationships should be a two way road. And ours, is always a one way expressway. I'm on full speed. And now I'm the only one left on the track. Probably should brake now.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-37984637899158085272011-05-03T16:09:00.004+08:002011-05-04T13:50:20.634+08:00

Weekend was all packed, lunches, dinners, catch ups....we even met Sarah Wan!*A friend told me that she wished to switch jobs, from a full time tutor to a part time insurance agent. She has been working happily for a good 5 years, building up rapport from students and parents and earning more than enough to support herself.And now she wants to step out of her comfort zone, partly because the

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-79848479507138321142011-04-28T14:52:00.000+08:002011-04-28T14:53:21.926+08:00

You're so good to me =)

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-51290121297393614002011-04-26T19:15:00.002+08:002011-04-26T19:27:57.175+08:00

The Man bugged me to change my layout. Any one has any funky design to supply?My mum and my sis returned to Hong Kong today, kept complaining about the lousy budget terminal, I can't believe it they actually couldn't locate a phone or washroom there. Wow. *I wasn't aware that sacrifices and hardships are better said out loud than kept inside. I was taught to suffer in silence. Use your IQ and

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-48629194101831110542011-04-25T16:01:00.002+08:002011-04-25T16:02:35.542+08:00

Mafia Ma has went back to Hong Kong yesterday.No blood shed, meet-the-parents session went well. =)

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-21190843915806343912011-04-21T14:59:00.000+08:002011-04-21T15:00:03.862+08:00

Its Meet-The-Parents day. =)

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-76178424877472993732011-04-20T14:04:00.002+08:002011-04-20T14:06:16.080+08:00

2 minutes after I entered a wrong CVV number while doing an online purchase, Citibank called to check if I did that transaction. Wow.Very efficient.I told him that the CVV number has faded and I need a new card. He said he's not in charge and would need to get the customer service to get back to me.No word till now.Hmmm.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-35481569172618347342011-04-19T14:38:00.002+08:002011-04-19T14:48:40.694+08:00

I received the lousiest, lousiest, lousiest ( I know with -est its already to its extreme but I just want to emphasize how LOUSY it is) head hunt proposal ever. EVER, really. Among the rest that I've got, this is real bad. I'm not going anywhere cos I simply don't see any reason in leaving right now. There might have been hard times, sore moments, cat fights and undertable kickings, but that's

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-46172096932337125592011-04-18T17:41:00.002+08:002011-04-18T18:48:08.162+08:00

After chasing and hounding for nods for class gatherings, one actually happened on a very last minute basis. Off to green frog's place!Used to gobble down plates when we were younger, dropping by after lectures in afternoon sushi buffet sessions. My highest record with Sandy Koh was 43 plates. I don't know how we did it. Act of pigs, seriously. *frowns*Dengli lost weight. Thank goodness I wasn't

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-9011539979238431112011-04-16T16:42:00.003+08:002011-04-16T16:44:23.082+08:00

You are lying about your life and I know it. And I know it.And she knows it.And he knows it.And she knows it. Cos I told them all. I hope you're having fun. =)And yes, thank you, I'm a bloody biatch. Thought you knew it all along my dear?

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-29582126481637454722011-04-16T10:37:00.004+08:002011-04-16T12:19:25.065+08:00

I can't remember when was the last time I introduced a boyfriend to my parents. 10 years back maybe? Ever since my parents moved back to Hong Kong, don't think I've mentioned any of my r/s to them. They don't seem really interested anyway. My dad has been trying very hard to ignore the fact that I'm a grown up woman.Parents are coming over next week. Official count down - 2 days. Aunt rang this

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-26802705636616851502011-04-13T13:25:00.001+08:002011-04-13T13:25:43.152+08:00

Darn mad busy these days. Sneaking a minute to blog before my new staff comes back, dont wana set a bad example.Uh oh. She's back. BYE!!

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-34721470999495736402011-04-11T10:33:00.002+08:002011-04-11T14:32:38.296+08:00

New staffs came in and left before I can even remember her face. I'm not going to let the next one eat into my time so easily. Now. Feedbacks were that I'm very intimidating for newcomers. There used to be colleagues who buffer that mad air of mine, they go around giving out sweets, sitting down with newcomers for lunch, might even hold hands to toilet if there was another cubicle in the office

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-25367136306580735222011-04-08T14:33:00.002+08:002011-04-08T14:41:55.845+08:00

It takes two hands to clap, and only one hand to stop. *The grass is always greener in somebody else's place. You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake. The first two lines from "Under the sea", OST of Little Mermaid. I was in the school's choir in Hong Kong, we did a performance of this song, had a hard time memorizing the entire song (there is a rap!) but since then, it has been

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-38702829092508836522011-04-07T11:43:00.002+08:002011-04-07T11:47:06.467+08:00

I don't owe you anything.Period.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-33130674272899455192011-04-04T18:32:00.002+08:002011-04-04T19:16:34.653+08:00

Random followers popping out of nowhere. *The first Monday of a 2-booker team week. The peace sinks in so quickly, I can hardly recall the buzzy office. HAHA, somebody must be sobbing away about us not missing her. I had one hard cry when Dav was gone, wrote lots of emotional entries when Gwen and Evelyn left, especially Gwen cos we spent so much time together doing almost everything. But nothing

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-67098134434021591372011-03-30T14:29:00.001+08:002011-03-30T14:30:53.485+08:00

Its funny how I see him almost everyday and still miss him every minute he's not around.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-54425953833730305892011-03-28T19:57:00.002+08:002011-03-28T20:06:59.240+08:00

I wrote a really long post on political views but somebody threatened me to delete it, so its gone.Sigh.And.BLEAHX! I'll post when I move back to Hong Kong!!!***The girls are leaving this Thursday. I'm numbed. Partings, goodbyes, tears, hugs....and then back again to work. And then the next batch comes in.Ice-breaking, keeping cool, friendly chats, cuddle sessions over lunch, back to the beat yo.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-8973162618376969242011-03-25T12:17:00.003+08:002011-03-25T16:03:51.494+08:00

Its not a matter of money. Its a matter of keeping to your words.*I've been gone for a day and back. Still intact darlings.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-3552691348842744152011-03-19T15:29:00.002+08:002011-03-19T15:30:49.757+08:00

Training half way through, going into the final phase soon. The stuffs that all the girls have been waiting and anticipating for --- the walk.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-24055934583044454082011-03-16T13:49:00.003+08:002011-03-16T13:58:07.197+08:00

It pisses me off to see students staring into space and look bored in lessons. Especially when these lessons are given for FREE. And worst, when I'm all tongue dry after all that speech, someone picks up her water bottle and starts drinking like nobody business. Or chewing gum throughout an hour. Or giving that "come on and get done with all this crap" look. You're not my client you know? I don't

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-71557904873002946142011-03-14T09:53:00.000+08:002011-03-14T09:54:19.145+08:00

Thanks for making March a better March =)

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-59267115405374306892011-03-11T15:07:00.002+08:002011-03-11T15:16:17.606+08:00

There are gonna be more goodbyes than I expected. I hate march. *Will be packed all the way throughout till 26th March, training up new faces for Event month. Training sessions are scheduled almost every day to get the girls in time for castings, and nope the agency is not paying me extra to do this so puhleese if anyone gonna go missing without valid reason (whether its valid or not lies on my

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-61947480178428692802011-03-08T18:09:00.002+08:002011-03-08T18:23:26.090+08:00

I've typed, deleted and retype the first line for 6 times. Trying to filter out whats not to be cursed and rephrase words nicely. I don't think I should blog about it at all. Sigh. *Yasmin did mess up my bod. Alot. And now I've got this and that and this and that. Go read my newstation if you're interested, think twice, nnnnooo THRICE and consult your sensei before consuming any hormones pills. *

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-12989078700988185912011-03-06T22:57:00.002+08:002011-03-06T23:17:13.838+08:00

Watched I am Number Four at Iluma (no couple seat, bleahhhh!). I like shows with this kinda story line but it was quite a disappointment. Don't think anybody will be able to watch the whole show at home, The Biker Man was falling asleep mid-way.While on the way back to his place last night, was observing how close cars are to each other on highway. The Biker Man casually commented that his bike's

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-59292699628709285212011-03-03T16:13:00.002+08:002011-03-03T16:27:49.569+08:00

I think its about time we do something about it.Its always attack and attack and endless attack on us on forums, on boards, on shout-outs. Well I'd much respect people who calls in and questions rather than whine under cloaks. And its totally unfair if they are whining without even finding out what's going on. Even more unfair that we, we that are always portrayed as money sucking monsters, we

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-74875800160779815162011-03-01T14:53:00.001+08:002011-03-01T14:55:24.866+08:00

Big things wow me, small things make me happy.Although 做早餐这一招是我教他的.....!

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-64039765865773095172011-02-24T15:44:00.003+08:002011-02-24T15:50:47.390+08:00

Kimmy got me this little thing for post-xmas (or was it birthday?) present. I was fascinated.Thought it was some coffee-cup-coinbank but it turns out to be a cosmetic product from Tony Moly. Some what of a primer, to be applied after moisturizer before makeup. See that small creamer thingy in the first pic? Thats the essence to be mixed into the moisturizer. Remove the metal spoon thingy frm the

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-24153528046633689322011-02-21T20:27:00.002+08:002011-02-21T20:33:39.227+08:00

I need to get these stuffs by this year!1) Cabinets for foldable wardrobe2) Shoe cabinets3) Separate cabinet for bags4) Soft fluffy quilts5) ShadesI need to get these done by this year!1) File income tax (by april)2) Pay for my sis school fees (if any outstanding)3) Another getaway with The Biker Man4) Go below fifty on scale5) Build a care-less attitude

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-5435677868681193942011-02-18T15:46:00.003+08:002011-02-18T15:52:35.988+08:00

Been giving some thought about the current position I'm in. Haven't really went through full scale on the list of duties and responsibilities, but it will definitely mean that I'll have a list of people to take care of and more asses to cover up for. Not hating things like this though, I feel sense of living in sense of needing.

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-36378721536322094712011-02-15T16:32:00.002+08:002011-02-15T16:35:22.591+08:00

Happy belated Valentine's to everyone out there *flying kisses*Busy to the max, catching my breath in a 5 minutes blog-break. Jobs are gushing in from every imaginable slit, we're prepping for the battle weeks in fighting spirit. 杀呀！

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-61630755854532432962011-02-09T10:02:00.007+08:002011-02-10T19:45:19.081+08:00

There's no excuse to be late if you have been prep once twice thrice on reporting time and venue, given morning call one and a half hour ahead.There is, I repeat, no valid excuse at all.**The Man and I were billionaires in Batam. We are, we are! If I were to rate the island, Batam would be a 1.5 out of 5. Pretty boring place, no-good boutiques, departmental stores that doesn't carry alot of

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-67317658376362409412011-02-02T16:27:00.003+08:002011-02-02T16:46:29.628+08:00

Happy chinese new year people. Stay alive and healthy (and if possible, happy k) for this coming year. Bikers, please ride caaaaaarrreeefffullly. I'm not liking this rainy weather. The Man just got his bike and is still being very addicted to riding Itsu (yeah he named his bike Itsu), sometimes it does worries me that something bad might happen if the downpour hits him when he's riding. *Choy

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-45704364156888752592011-01-28T14:45:00.002+08:002011-01-28T14:50:16.312+08:00

Greed attack. The more you've got, the more you want. Thats why Chihiro's parents turned into pigs.Blah. Anyways.Series of events and shoots coming up, morning calls blasting my scheduler. Its gonna be a packed month, I'm loving it but would really appreciate if somebody could take half the share of the workload. Its reaching the brim soon.*Wennie's back! Wennie's back! Wennie's back! *prancing

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-72857074716721935362011-01-26T13:56:00.002+08:002011-01-26T14:20:03.159+08:00

The cruelty of recent events got into me, and I fired away. The words flowed before I could stop, swerved when it almost hit the point of personal attack. It suddenly hit me that I'm using the same zero-degree tone same zero-space-for-negotiation manner that Ric's ex-girlfriend portrayed. My senses told me to stop.I was scared.I saw half a Ric in him. A red-eyed man holding a club, ready to

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-53810873878560826922011-01-24T15:15:00.000+08:002011-01-24T15:16:05.657+08:00

Chew on the towel. We'll pull through.=)

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-16143050163994527122011-01-19T23:47:00.002+08:002011-01-19T23:59:28.518+08:00

Its been only a week since I've been back, why does it feels like I've never left? Getting back to work so fast, projects gushing in at such a speed....and yet we (and when I say we, I mean me and Yahui) can manage to get everything done pretty and settled by 7pm everyday.The power of love. *grins*Friends broke up with their boyfriends/girlfriends, two in a row (and I hope more to come, those who

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-7422839555910133772011-01-13T19:57:00.002+08:002011-01-13T20:08:29.532+08:00

I'm doing alot of unbelievable things recently. I watch my weight and stick closely to the 7pm diet curfew.I do my laundry once a week (it used to be once a fortnight or even longer)I'm sensitive to room cleanliness.I'm now the first one to dash out of meeting.I check my phone very often and reply messages (Most of the peeps have noticed this drastic change, ha)Changing for the better for the

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-81683101026596925452011-01-11T14:15:00.002+08:002011-01-11T14:30:46.122+08:00

Some quick snaps:No time to walk in, will pop by to this art gallery next trip. I'll be back for you, birdie man!Eurasian fat man.Saw Elaine at Hong Kong! HSBC Print finally loaded!Long long long sushi-s.No this is not me. This is divina the fat.厨师之女发威!My sis shuffling.姐妹抢男人Fighting over the comp (every night)**Back.Back to office.Back to my little base.Back to the same ground where all my

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-43805569664230698182011-01-08T23:58:00.002+08:002011-01-09T00:12:09.602+08:00

Last night in Hong Kong, dashing back tomorrow. My dad would be upset if he reads this --- I cant wait to get back. Not about getting away from here, but returning to the life that I've left behind.My workdesk, my files lying everywhere, my phone calls, the crap between the team, the lunch table blah blah blah. I even miss the food that Kelvin buys back.My girlfriends, the

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-54864280440736523652011-01-06T22:45:00.002+08:002011-01-06T23:00:34.744+08:00

Seriously, the last time I ever paid attention to my parent's cooking was when I had Home Econ. Trying to revise some skills so that I can show off in Home Ec lessons. And that was Sec One. (Okay lah, not really that long ago kakakakakakakakakaka XD)The two elders were so eager to pass down their 秘技. And so, over the past 9 days, I've learnt:炒飯 （老豆大廚 style)炒飯 （媽咪 homestyle)高麗菜豬肉餃子 蒜頭辣椒炒蝦球燜冬菇

bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07746033854469575903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484653.post-1272404891399009402011-01-04T23:24:00.001+08:002011-01-04T23:25:41.837+08:00

I am exercising, I am.Nobody said dancing to David 仔 is not exercising.

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Happy new year peeps and a big warm hug from Hong Kong ! (Okay make it a freezing one...darn cold here.) While you guys drag yourself to work today, I've still got another week of hols! Hahahahaha XDHow I envy you guys. Sigh.I'm not going to be on leave for such a long time ever again. Devastated by boredom and doing-nothingness. I miss my workplace.* Darling, if you don't buck up, there's

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I don't believe in love ; I believe in you.

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