I'm like totally shagged out. Since I quit my first job, I've been working non-stop. The whole of last week was with BroadcastAsia, and the next few wks I'll be doing editing. Sigh, all the numbers are making me dizzy!

I can't wait for my break.

totally dig this. oldies just rock my socks.

I dont noe if its just me or what. sometimes I just feel so aimless. not knowing where to go, where I'm heading, what to do, sometimes even looking back, trying to justify the choices and decisions that I've made, whether they've been right or wrong.

Decisions and choices that I've made in all aspects of my life. From minor trivial decisions in everyday life to perhaps life-changing decisions. Its bad to regret such choices that have been made, but sometimes one can't help but keep harping on it. Its human nature to have doubts, I guess.

Then again, there must be a reason/reasons, to have even made those decisions in the first very place, no? So perhaps assurance is whats needed to make us feel good about our decisions/choices.

On a side-note, the WHOLE world has been telling me how nice Sex and the City is, but I havent gotten down to watching it yet. sad I noe. Only pathetic miserable timings left, and the quality I get from online streaming is lousy enough to drive me to tears.

utterly disappointed, got the dates wrong.

so perhaps its not that impt after all. gives me doubts sometimes.

The 4-days event has drawn to a close, and I'm starting to miss the people already.

In an attempt to save my poor feet from aching even more, I wore open-toed heels today instead of the usual close-toed heels. But it didnt really help much cos my feet still ached, PLUS it gave me 2 red and sore fluid-filled blisters on my toes. And the worse thing was, I looked like a walking fashion disaster cos the ugly open-toed heels (they look more like ahsoh clogs yucks)totally didnt go with my attire. It made me look SLOPPY and seroiusly, I bet no one wears them with pencil skirts. The entire time I felt so conscious I couldnt help but feel that EVERYONE is staring at my ugly slip-ons, cos it hurt to even walk in it, I ended up half draggin the heels. Tak glam sekali. I didnt realise it'd hurt so bad till I reached the train station and decided that I'm too lazy to go back for a change.

No comfort and no image. I'm gonna try rubbing and bursting my blisters now. Tmr's another battle for my feet.

The past 2 days at BroadcastAsia@the Expo have been really wonderful. I feel kinda sad that the event ends on Fri :(

I pretty much like the job cos it gives me so much freedom, its so easy and so slack hahah. It helps that my direct boss from the UK is a really nice lady. She tells me to go walk around when there isn't much to do (which is most of the time LOL, cos my job mainly revolves around collecting and giving out namecards, its pretty much a network kinda thing). And so I do get qt a bit of time to browse at the other exhibiting booths within my hall and the other halls as well, and I go round koping freebies with Esther (the other exhibition hostess) hahaha. The Swiss from DVB just opposite my booth are also a nice funny bunch of people. The only grouse I have would be my freaking heels that make my ankle ache really badly at the end of the day :(

This job is so so so so so so so so much better than the previous one. Like seriously. All in all, this current job is really an eye-opener for me cos I get to witness actual business-client networking, and to my surprise, I totally do not dread working at all. Well, at least I am not forcing or dragging myself to work, unlike the previous one. So all's good and I'm kinda looking forward to tmr!

Yups and finally met up with my very dear friends, Eileen Claire and Vic yest for dinner and good talk. So cheers to that! :))

Check out this vid, haha the laughter of Miss-Know-It-All conquers all, according to Nigel. Note how quiet Audrey and Edwin were, though. heh.

A Friday night of mudpies, a potato salad, randoming roaming, foosball and much much much laughter. Never knew foosball could get us all so high. Wait till you watch the vid Nigel took.hah. 2104 mates came tgt, this time not to rush out our project till the wee hrs of the morning, but to eat,talk and have fun. How nice. The same group of people, but a very different mood altogether. A pity 2 of them (read: KELLY) couldnt make it.

Here's a photo, taken by the cute waiter. lol. Even Edwin agrees.

























PS:I got replaced by the evil PSP, so I spent the night watching kungfu panda.

Overload of chiffon cakes (from Tanjong Pagar, I just had to get a box of them cos there's always a long queue so I reckoned it must be damn good, and also, no more trips to Tanjong Pagar anymore next wk, so I HAD to try as many flavours as possible before my last day of work), mudpie, and BnJs with my Mum today. I feel fat, and very heaty :(

My lifestyle is unhealthy. No, OFFICE lifestyle is unhealthy.
Here goes my usual mundane routine working day.

Breakfast at home.
Squeeze into the train. I FORCE myself in, with my Mum.
Reach Tanjong Pagar, visit the MRT station loo sometimes.
Reach office, check emails, with ALITTLE bit of anticipation.
Visit the toilet, spend some time there thinking of what I should do when I get out.
Finally back to my seat, dig out my leads.
Choose good leads with potential, and start business calls (pui)
15-20 min of stoning after each call, start drinking water every 15 min.
Visit the loo every 45 min, pple look up and stare, I act oblivious and go ahead.
Refill my bottle from the dispenser every 1.5hrs.
Take out my apple to eat, look forward to lunch, which is abt a gd 1.5hrs away.
I walk up and down from the com to my table, and on the way, make funny faces at Selina. She reciprocates with a 'I agree, I am damn sian too' face.
Finally lunch time, first to go off, with Selina. Pple stare, we ignore. Its REALLY 12.30!
Back from a FULL lunch, plonk my big fat ass down again.
Act busy, start flipping my stuff, mine elsewhere.
Finally decide to start working.
Call call call, callbacks callbacks,callbacks.
Regular visits to toilet and water dispenser continue.
Look at my watch every half hour.
Finally, after an eternity, its 5pm.
Start sending out emails.
Start to clear my very messy table.
5.55, air-con goes off.
Visit the toilet.
6pm, I get up and walk out. With Selina.
Pple stare, but who cares, its REALLY 6pm.
Home, then dinner.
Following which I immediately plonk my big fat ass on the sofa AGAIN.
Laptop, tv. I just sit all the way. Too lazy to move.
9pm, shower.
Laptop again, tv again.
Supper of ice-cream/cake/pinch off Mum's Sis's late dinner
Sleep.

See what I mean?
No wonder Selina says OLs (Office Ladies) have big butts.

2nd last day of work tmr, and I totally look forward with much much much anticipation. Like what Shaomin said, I'll be happy but poor.

Damn.

Pasta, proudly prepared by me for lunch!
With lotsa mushrooms, celery, onions, minced pork, and cheesy sausages. Just the way I like it =)

I realise I keep eating the same thing almost everyday. Even Selina thinks I'm such a sad girl, always eating fishball/minced pork noodles. From the same stall at Amoy Street Market. The whole world says that Amoy has like the nicest food, yet I dont even bother trying. Not cos the fishball noodle seller is cute (tts acc. to Angie, but I beg to differ), but cos the queues are all freaking long. Besides, the fishball noodle there is really famous. I gotta admit that the mother-son pair work really well, cos the queue moves fast. Speaking of long queues, lunch time is really sad cos we USUALLY tao pao back to the office cos its almost impossible to get a decent seat, kiasu office workers 'chop' tables with almost anything and everything, packets of tissue paper, a carton/packet of drink (I should just assume its uncleared junk huh), umbrellas and even lanyards!

Anw, tt aside, lunch time is ALWAYS the best time of my day, not including the time I knock off. I totally detest my job cos I really hate the lousy attitude of bitchy secretaries who act like they are EVERYTHING, when they really are just pathetic whimps who no nuts about what I'm trying to say. This job is really stressful, and I keep having nightmares. Seriously, I am so not kidding. I keep dreaming of more more MORE research leads, cos I'm always lackiing good leads. Apparently Selina is equally traumatised by the job, it haunts her in her sleep as well. I feel more consoled that I'm not the only one. This job really spoils our day, cos it can get really depressing. And because I hate what I'm doing, and that super lame '12 fax-outs a day' rule, I'm gonna quit next week. Come to think of it, now I would rather take up a no-brainer, routine admin job anytime man. It least such a job wouldnt depress me and cause me to feel emo the entire time.


And the point it, after next week, I'll be poor as a church mouse, so I welcome anyone who would wanna donate to my shoppiing fund. hah! Your kind donation will be greatly appreciated!

Peektures from ckh's cam.

this is totally adorable, the cutest piece of handwriting-msn art, from Lenny, !

PURE NOSTALGIA

I was totally bored, so I went through some old stuff, and I came across this, which Nick wrote for me, wayyyyy back in JC.

don't shed a tear, coz it rains in my heart
if u do, I'd wipe them away
and if u need me to, I'll carry the sun over miles just to see the sunshine on ur face

and other stuffs tucked away in the drawer together with the floral notebook which accompanied me through my JC days. a few crinkled ticket stubs and all.
Its funny how we actually got to know each other, and I wished we could still be friends, but then again, sometimes, some people are just not worth it. Till now I still have not the slightest idea why we drifted, but I no longer am bothered by it.
The days of waiting for his soccer training to end, studying together in sch/town, taking the bus to hbf for Macs (which I hardly even touch nowadays), the days of watching his band jam (which is really quite not me, coming to think abt it).

I was terribly upset I thought I'd cry, but no, I think I didnt. Maybe I shed a tear or two, but nothing beyond that. Maybe cos I couldnt relate to someone whom I couldnt read, who really was all mystery to me.

thank you for the venom. how ironic, that was his phrase.

Thank goodness, I've long gotten over it. But those silly, innocent and maybe childish JC schooldays, are still interesting to remininsce about.

Point is, I totally cant believe I was a typical typical typical school girl who kept ticket stubs and poems. yes, laugh at me. haha

leech or be leeched!