here am i struggling with my freedom to choose.

thanks honey. thanks so much for listening. you know who you are. ((:

printer's played on me and returned with a black sheet of paper. what a sinful wastage of ink. AND, this poster's supposed to be brown! awful colours aint very fantastic for the eyes, so one posting would be more than enough. :D
just GO CALTEX HOUSE any one day next week if you want to see the actual stuffs in A1 size.

when gabriel FINALLY replied with a 'Hi Jerry, please proceed with the printing.', both of us were going YAYYYY!!! both hands up. stupid cocktail flags took me so much time to do, and they just have to keep on rejecting the designs for fun.

i guess i can slack at work tomorrow? please..?

at some 1650 hour today, joyce asked why on earth i'm having fried rice. cos i havent had lunch? and jerry shouted across the other room "I OVERWORKED HER!" wheehee, he meant OH-VVERRRR-WORKED. me me me. he overworked me. i crazily found EVERY thing amusing.
HAHA! like how funny it is to watch jerry do cleaning up, from his desk.

from now on, i am going to save up for my digital SLR. so people, DONT TEMPT ME! with food alone will do.

______ is sexy But._____ is sexier.

here's a typical fill-in-the-blanks question. but it got me thinking. waste time huh. i'm far from tired anyway, i had 15 hours of sleep. wheehee.
insert. that also explained why i didnt go zoo-ing in the end.
okay, here's one hot stuff. maybe it wont be this model, this brand. and colour perhaps? surely i have enough to get an ancient SLR, but who goes on flims these days? urgh, to my detest, we cant totally ignore the budget-ing issue. please advise.

there were fun and sun in the day, now me and the sulky world. yuan is emo-ing very badly. nothing is helping. obviously i'm making myself. or maybe because i'm hungry at the very wrong and the most sinful time.
i handled myself SO WELL months after months. i kept telling myself to forget about him forget about him and TADDA, i forgot about him!
like real.
but i really did manage to hide him in some place i didnt bother to search for. isnt that like the bestest thing ever? BUT NOW efforts are wasted, just because i drove myself back into the wall after doing a huge u-turn. AHH!! i dont know what the hell i'm doing.

to note, wild wild wet wasnt fun. but the company was. we had cheng yang who's so afraid of everything, and we had everyone else being the totally opposite. i'd always loved this conflict of interest.

i'm trying, still trying, trying...

i met 4 years old clifton see tow today.
and he drew me a fake chinese lion.








after much thoughts, i deleted the whole chunk of my discontent. that isnt an issue to dwell upon, and i'd rather make believe that my judgements about what exactly had happened were wrong.

and we had a crazy guy today who faxed us a handwritten resume with his height, weight, waist size, and vision. as if we are want to know.

cheers to getting badge number 22, the owl, for spending more than $5 at 7-eleven today. the instant stuffs are, erm, expensive and yucky?
did i say that?
i said that?
opps, i'm sorry.
*looks away*

jobs-look-for-people-people-fussy-about-the-choice-of-work. in a sense that SOME people, i wont say all, actually played difficult on the phone calls.

ho zong got his first pair of blades. first pair, okay! at freaking $229. i'm not even considering half that amount lar! *sulks*

there was a coca cola pool in nel's sling for a moment. just a little bit of boo-boo at the smuggling food in part. the movie's great; laughable romantic comedy with good looking leads. of course, migraine since afternoon till late.

home always lights my blown bulbs.

oh baby, i just have to get myself a digital SLR camera! seriously, shortage in funds. first i'm bringing grandmama for holiday, and then a condo and a bettle. holy crap. i've to feed on carrots from now on..

at work today besides me being glued to the designer desk, meeting up tattoo man:

the cheque bounced back. and the E**-Print guy went on holiday.

then how?

bring the case to court.

yuan, work for you to do.

...

bless him, that guy's too cunning for his own good.

2006 FIFA world cup's nearing. not like i care about the ball and the game. but with philips being the official partner, and our major client, i have to care. and with passion, care!

the good thing about having big shot clients like daimlerchrysler and philips is that we usually get to know about the car the electronics releases, the artwork changes and more changes even before the press. and then, if you're honored enough to be invited to their whatever, you would get to see the cocktail flags, the removable tattoos i've edited for FIFA.

nough about work. i'm pretty looking forward to wednesday's movie and saturday's wild wild wet.

you asked, if the passion's still alive.
it's at the corner, somewhere i dont want to find. it's there i cant deny.

veeko wanko has got whomping crazy sale. mom dragged home bags of, erm..stuffs, as though she's some fan of wanko. gee, who the hell is wanko. bounces off on butt.

okays, here's finally something graphic. but no to the color. no to dotted green lines. and no to the woman who clearly has got bad hair problem. now i wonder why i'd chosen it. bounces off on butt.

i cant be any more tired than this. stomach's working hard on food. suntec's a killer place when they have foodfair. i ate a lot. and i couldnt possibly allow myself to leave the fountain of wealth without sitting in crystal jade for a moment. so i ate a lot somemore. bounces off on butt.

ah! and i think i cant wait to start school.

conversation X

tremendous bouts of blading had got me into this conversation. for the protection of the identity of this crazy little woman, i'd purposely left her as X.

X says:
that time i blade for like half an hr my butt aches la
X says:
haha
scratchedback yin and speedboat yang says:
haha. is it supposed to be like that.? lol
X says:
hahaha
X says:
exercise muscles there one wad
X says:
haha
X says:
later we have J LO butt
scratchedback yin and speedboat yang says:
COOL
scratchedback yin and speedboat yang says:
I WANT.
scratchedback yin and speedboat yang says:
lol
X says:
hahahaha me tooo


X says:
hahahahha
X says:
heeeeee
X says:
tao yan
scratchedback yin and speedboat yang says:
haha! others would be wondering why these two girls talk abt these stuff. and want J Lo's butt
scratchedback yin and speedboat yang says:
lol
X says:
why cannot wan JLO's butt
X says:
nice wad
X says:
can use as a table
X says:
ahahaha
scratchedback yin and speedboat yang says:
orh. so you want pple to write on your butt la!

my skin's still burning from the east coast's sun. and my arms are aching i know not why. the real sports today danced and tripped on disgusting yellow-striped humps. and a couple aspires to blade holding onto cup of hot coffee. how funny.

that was so nine months ago. this is so today.

scratched back and speed boat

scratchedback yin and speedboat yang. i did write up an entry about them but there was error in publishing. haha, so all's gone! what's new. this is blogger that we are talking about.

jason says their names are suggestive. true. but look, it's yin and yang. and not yinn and yuan. gosh. they are only terrapins, so leave them alone. i'm having them for my office, and's not to suggest any thing other than yin having a scratched mark on her back and yang being super duper active.

so darlings, understand?

great. now i see the entry that was supposed to be gone.

scratchedback yin is blind, half blind?. well she still can open her lids as and when she likes it. perhaps she isnt blind. perhaps she's just plain lazy or fuzzy about the water. and on the other hand, we have speedboat yang who is always so alive and kicking.

i'm in the office right now. jerry's out for lunch. one of the telemarketers has just walked in to say bye and left. sigh, E-L-L-E is already the 5th one in line. no more jokes about her spelling out her name. blarh.

the lovers and zero cards take charge

okay, i've decided that i shouldnt be a brat. and to de-brat, first thing i should is to throw everything OUT of my room. next to splurging on fine furnitures and expanding the wardrobes. i suggest we rebuild the walls too.
as mom embarks on slashing the hall-ing/residence-ing expenses project A.

you should have seen, how conceptive is the bionic car. u-g-l-y. fur agrees.

fate is sealed

1. Business Administration
2. Arts and Social Sciences
3. Science
4. Architecture
5. Industrial Design

pretty please, orange and blue, take me in. and whoever in!

gah!

and. happy school holidays kiddos. if i'm not wrong, they are already tugging at the ropes of the swings, digging holes and more holes in the playgrounds. and some bathing in mudpits chewing on worms. how lucky them.

supercow and the big horny fan

a bum like me can't live in a cell, one pathetic 2 metres square cell. i'm fat and i need a lot of space. yes no no NO to residence in school.

oh supercow!

i'll give all for oranges and blues. fun, fun more fun and orange and blue. nus business school is the right answer to business education. bahaha. okay, i've more or less said it. i'm just one big horny fan.

right now, i shall milk my bed and then pump myself up for the roadshow. heh. supercow.

bang bang bang

only for the picture. i never adored black.

it was case closed, with badly printed manuals. now, the costing's a big challenge. business' like a BANG BANG BANG thing, and my state of being comes end of week is, sigh, hopeless.

there wouldnt be any more hair cries for some good 2, 3 months i believe.

ntu-first stop tomorrow.

they spent 1 whole night printing 2 pathetic covers. how not to worry?

horses dont feed on cherry trees

had enough of black horses and the cherry tree and i'm still at war with myself. crazy shit. i couldnt even be bothered to pack my room a little though i'm already swimming in melted half-eaten chocolate bars. devil me says hey you are moving out already anyway. i cant disagree with that because it's a fact, can i? so, what now?

things still move on, leaving goodie me alone at some bus stop, while jerry brings my shell to Markono's factory tomorrow to haunt them for the SMU open house manuals that we so painstakingly edited. i know it's gonna be cool, seeing all that jerry has taught me coming to work front my spectacles. and then it's going to be another girls' night out.

anyhows, wolf creek's woohooo. it's so woohoo that fur paid $7 only to catch half an hour of it. come on, laugh at her. LOL.

suddenly i feel so mean.

mental slide

wouldnt it be nice sometimes, if only sometimes, i only mug, party, work and mug, party and work somemore. i'm so tired, of travelling around twice weekly with my cases just to run my fingers along strings like blades, that i'd rather laze around at home. i wouldnt mind spending the whole day digging my room inside out just to locate a meaningless pin number that NUS issued. just no more people, no more cars, no more streets and etc. i dont see how others can be on 24- hour standby, ever ready to play through the night. and me, played uno slam, barbequed and laughed so hard at cheng yang with so much guilt. neither do i want to sit in through the lesson trying so extremely hard just to conceal rusty techniques which will bring me nowhere. nor would i want to compensate my play time for some quick practices that jolly well serve no purpose. i'm thinking of giving myself an official break as if i havent been excused for long enough or i'll break. but i have even more holding me back.

and i was there being stupid giving hair cries when i am not even sure whether or not i'm ready for univerisity education.

i call this period a mindset slideback. bless me.

hair cries

should i go for my haircut or not. grrr.
one half of me's urging for a go at Tony & Guy and another half 's saying no no to shorter hair.
i wish they stop fighting.

so did God save me or did i save myself?

seems like i'm having big trouble with punctuations. commas and dots they give people hell sometimes.

anyhows results were already out yesterday technically the day before and it was only after hearing this much that i've sort of came to a conclusion that 20 has done so amazingly well. and me? i was almost bursting in my lungs after staring at the slip of paper for some good 30 seconds, and a few tens of minutes to actually digest and make meaning of the alphabets.
ABB and a B3 may be nothing to those smartypants not our class but to me, it's a commendable triple jump from EOO and an absent from gp. i'm still celebrating it.

work this week's more about me at MYOP, liaising with swiss post, philips and pantrade, and funny guy from Markono group. and more of jerry reading newspaper. bah. life punctuates today. was editing the SMU brochures that the school made a hell load of typos and changes all over. if there's any others, it's probably my own typos while editing/updating and sending theirs for final printing.



so did God save me or did i save myself?