Thursday, September 30, 2004

The Next Chapter

Today should call for a celebration initially. But things aren't the way you want them to be. Instead of feeling happy, it was a big time trashing session. managed to talk things out, but I still can't accept the lame and stupid accusation that was up against me... Fuck! What have I done to deserve this.

And those lame sms-es, I really don't need them. Frankly, The more I see them, the more I feel like *gizz! they really sound like movies lines that was copied wholesale*

Though, the feeling is still strong within me, but I guess I should move on to the next chapter of my life. Life the saying goes "It take two hands to clap"

LIfe is too short to get angry, upset and devasated...

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

After a month long break from the gym, I finally gto my butt back to the gym yesterday.

When I got there, all the treadmill was occupied, very fustrating. I decided to try cycling. Cycled for 20mins before I decided to try the boxercise. Its definetly my cup of tea. With the fast music and punches, backkicks and high kicks, I really perspire like a pig. The first half of the work out, I definetly punch with style. As though I'm Bruce Lee, but the next hald, I ran out of stamina and I look like Worm Lee. Its so embarrasing...After an hour of intense work out, not a single spot of my outfit is dry!

After washing up, the feeling is like combination of hunting the wild bore and wrestling the bunch of bull. ok I'm not trying to exaggrate things. When I got home, I juz sink into my bean bag and quit moving an inch of my butt...

Well, I definetly love the class. Very powerful music and moves. Hope this will help to trim my flabby arms...

Monday, September 27, 2004

Going to the Ladies can never be so stress...

This is dedicated to women everywhere who have ever had to deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!).

My mother was a fanatic about public bathrooms. When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat. Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. By this time, I'd have wet down my leg and we'd have to go home to change my clothes. That was a long time ago.

Even now, in my more "mature years, "The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain, especially when one's bladder is full. When you have to "go" in a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Nelly's underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, who are also crossing their legs and smiling politely. You get closer and check for feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. The dispenser for the new fangled "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook if there were one but there isn't so you carefully but quickly hang it around your neck (mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "TheStance." Ahhhh, relief. More relief. But then your thighs begin to shake. You'd love to sit down but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance" as your thighs experience a quake that would register an eight on the Richter scale. To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.

In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday -the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than our thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door because thelatch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious,tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle, and sliding down, directly onto the insidious toilet seat. You bolt up; knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper -not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew, because you're certain that her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain that suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged off to China. At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket, and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and, at this point, no longer able to smile politely.

One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River!(Where was it when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this." As you exit, you spot your hubby/boyfriend, who has since entered, used and exited the men's restroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"

With this, it might finally explain to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other woman can hold the door and hand you Kleenex under the door.

Friday, September 24, 2004

Its been 5 days since I last blog in, so I thought i should pop by and leave a note before bloggie gets cobwebs....

Going through the love tide of my love life now, dun worry, I'll be alright! I'm a strong girl remember?! Anyway think we both need some time to cool ourselves down and work things out, once thats done, I guess everythings should be alright...

My new Executive Director is reported to the office on Monday. Its a lady boss again?! Damn it! Next time I should juz shut my bloody mouth up coz the other day I was juz telling my colleague, April that I hope the new boss will be a lady and our "step-monther" cannot bootlick her and clash face-to-face with her. Then, both of us will juz prepare popcorns and teddy bear, sit back, relax and enjoy the show...
Wish me luck everyone!!!I hope the working style of the new boss is the same as April and me, can click with us and end our miserable life...

I'm attending a Dinner and Dance this evening. My first time, such a mountain turtle!!! The theme is Viva Vegas, dress code - glamour and glitter. April and I gto so excited although we were there coz there isn't anyone going so we need to be there to fill up the seat. Nevertheless, we want to enjoy ourselves and have fun. Sound like we are going there to be a vase...but who cares, wats important is to enojoy and have fun!!! Agree?!

Ok I should get my butt moving...seeya guys next week...till then, take care, enjoy the weekend and God Bless... *muack*

Monday, September 20, 2004

Build your own George W Bush

Try this out very funny....

Thursday, September 16, 2004

The Rubbish Bin Saga

I've juz finish reading Jiejie blog entry - Her ordeal with the Rubbish bins in Germany.

I can't help but agree that the Germans are making our toes laughing the toenails out (Very cool description). What stupid and ridiculers environmental regulations they have... Have a million rules and regulations but the main point is they dun provide rubbish bin!!! I think now she super stree out when she wants to throw her rubbish and with all the ferocious & gigantic monsters (dogs) around contribute more to the "adventure"

*JIe, luckily both can-boy and you are ok. Maybe next time you should bring a rod with you juz in case...or better still ask KK to throw them when he is back from camp. He more big size and muscular, those monster will be scared of him...Alternatively, try to talk to the building management guy from your block, ask him to get a bin solely for your block and rem to tape it with the name of your block. As for the cost, think all the resident should share them. This way, there wouldn't be anymore upset in the neighbourhood plus you dun need to risk your life the next time you throw the rubbish...

Through this incident, I'm really very glab that we don't experience such problem in Singapore. We have the luxury of rubbish chute within the kitchen (old type HDB flat) or at the common walkway (new type of HDB flat). For who staying private apartments, bins are provided right outside with porch. So, the next time mama complaint about the maintenance fee again, I will relate this incident to her....

Monday, September 13, 2004

My Asia Pacific Furniture Fair is finally over. Was at the hall this morning to witness the tearing down. That little corner in my heart can't help but feel sad... This nine months has been a great learning experience for me.

Another news from office, a few of my colleague are leaving the comnpany. In view of cutting down manpower (as requested by the tenants and members) the company has decided not to employ anymore new staff. Which means that, from now on, I'll be taking on more role such as leasing and operations apart from my inital project management. Good luck to me, coz now I'm really Over-worked and Under-paid!!!

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

My Beloved Grandpa!

Today mark the first death anniversary (the lunar calendar) of my beloved Grandpa!

Times flew by before you knew it... Till date, I still misses him badly. But I'm sure he is now well protected by the angels in heaven where he suffer no more pain from the cause which took his life away from us.

I will never forget his last days where he spent in the hospital. I never forget how miserable he look, being torture by sickness, how everyday he has to endure the pain and swallow down at least 9 over pills after each in the last days where painkiller no longer take effect and he has to live on morphine....the look on his face when I feed him with food and medicine still linger in my mind even till now.

Everytime when I look at his pix in my mobile, it reminds me of the days when he played with me in his rattan factory when I was a kiddo. How I drool at the mangoes, papaya, rambutan, mangosteen and other tropical fruits that he planted in his garden.

The pain of not being able to see his last look tears me apart. Everytime I look at his urn, it always bring back a lot of memories...the whole family sat by his deathbed...

As I type this now, tears roll down my cheecks uncontrollably...yeye...I really misses you...

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Strawberry Fun Sheet

1. How many seeds are there on an average stawberry? >>> 200
2. Are strawberries harvested by machine or by hand? >>> By hand
3. How are strawberries typically propagated? >>> Vegetative Reproduction
4. What percent of the USRDA for Vitamin C does one serving of strawberriescontain?
>>> 160% for one serving of 8 medium sized strawberries
5. Do strawberries ripen after picking? >>> No
6. How many U.S. states have a town named Strawberry? >>> 3. Arkansas, Arizona and
7. How many pounds of strawberries can be picked in California in one week during
peak production? >>> 40 million pounds
8. How many tons of strawberries can an average acre of California farmland produce?
>>> 21 - 27 tonnes
9. Are strawberries annual or perennial plants? >>> they are perennials, but are
planted annually
10. What percentage of the strawberries produced in the U.S. are grown in California?
>>> 83%
Sometimes I really wonder what satisfaction do I get having worked so hard everyday. I can't help to feel that whatever I've done is not being appreciated by the company. To make things worse, even my immediate boss thinks that. Although it wasn't said out aloud, but it definetly shown on the face. Being the one who is doing all the ground work and direct liaise with my vendor, I've always try to maintain a neutral position between them and my company. From day 1 till now, theres a lot of upset among two. Take for example, certain issue that my bosses are very pissed off with my vendor and bitch to my abt it, in order not to add on the fire, I try to mellow things, the story I heard from both side to me its just a misunderstanding. A lot of times, to make my working relationship easier with them, I will console and pacify them. Because of this, my own boss is "accusing" me of taking sides! At the end of the day, I question myself, who is my boss?

Friday, September 03, 2004

The Labour of my "Baby"

Tomorrow is the Opening Ceremony of APFF. I took over this project in January when I joined the company. Finally, after nine long months of struggle, the show is finally here. Was at the hall for the past two days to oversea the construction of the booth by variious exhibitors. The whole team were like "loansharks" as 1/3 of the exhibitors has not paid up, therefore we were there to stop them from construction. It was definetely a scary and exciting experiences as you can see these exhibitos in order to delay the payment, will come up with all sort of lame excuses hoping that we will buy it, but too bad, my accounts dept is too smart for them to handle. Yday we had to pack abt 15,000 goodie bag for the coming weekend.

After all the preparation and hard work put in by both my company and the event manager, I do hope that this premium show will live up to its reputation - The Biggest Home Furnishing Show in Singapore.

If anyone of you happen to head down to the EXPO this weekend, you might want to pop by Hall 6 to visit the Asia Pacific Furniture Fair. Also there will be a dog show this Sunday at Hall 4, Giant Supermart is having their warehouse sale at Hall 5 and Popular Bookfare at Hall 3!!!

Thursday, September 02, 2004

... my taggy has gone cranky! .....

I can't sems to tag ... so sad!

Yday ordeal over at the EXPO was dreadful... To sumerize, we got backstab by our own boss. All I can say is that a pleaser like him cannot make decision. At the end of the day, the glory goes to him, while the shit goes to us!

Frankly speaking, I dun mind looking dumb or wat, however, it really shocked me that whatever decision that I made, he just brush it off even when we were given the authority to make such decision. Its damn difficult working with such people coz end up you will always be the one kena bombarded by everyone. So, from now onwards, whatever decision that has to be made on site, even when its a tiny winny matter, I'll call him on his mobile to decide. I dun wanna be a target board anymore. Though I have endure 9 mths of shitwork, but what pissed me off is my own boss being such a coward and pleaser adn wacking us in front of our client!!!

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

My journey back in the cab yday nite was...hmmm...a very hungry one. Why? Coz the moment I board the cab till I alight, the conversation was where we can get good malay food. It all started when he ask me if I had been to the "new" Orchard Carpark for supper, den it went on to us discussing abt Mee Soto, Nasi Padang etc. According to him, the Best Mee Soto in S'pore is from Adam Road Hawker Center. This Husband-and-Wife Tag team can make "Power" Mee Soto, the chilli and soup is superb! Zion Road Blk 54 also serve the best Nasi Padang!

As I alight, the talk with him left me thinking that everyone of us, no matter how hard we hard, is all abt filling our stomach. Its all abt survival...Though is quite pathetic, but its a undenial truth. The only thing that we can make things better is to savour, enjoy and critic on the food....