There is a story behind each and every wrinkle and laugh line.
If she has nothing to complain about thus far, then who am I to worry and lament about my life?
But I know too.
I may not be old, but I am not exactly young either.
One of the worst mistakes in life, you just have to keep reminding yourself, is probably to become complacent, stop living, and then finally lose yourself totally.
Best of all is the fact that my heart still skips a beat when I see my college sweetheart, to whom I have been happily married for more than 55 years.
So true great love does exist.
Monday, July 31, 2006
AAA... and not a battery
"I got one boob bigger than the other, so I'm rightfully an A/AA. =/"
"If I were you, I would just keep quiet about it. That makes you a triple A."
Oh shit.
I think I just told the whole world.
=/
"If I were you, I would just keep quiet about it. That makes you a triple A."
Oh shit.
I think I just told the whole world.
=/
Told Ya...
Ah... some things please me so.
For one, someone has guessed me correctly. Said I am a dog person.
And then, when prompted further, "I think you're a retriever kind of girl." Much to my sweet delight.
Sorry, Pipes. =/
For one, someone has guessed me correctly. Said I am a dog person.
And then, when prompted further, "I think you're a retriever kind of girl." Much to my sweet delight.
Sorry, Pipes. =/
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Hey, Mr. Tambourine
Ah, what a night.
What a long, long night - though it wasn't meant to be a smashed one. All I wanted was a quiet night with reds to chill out some blues.
I wasn't the smashed one, though I had tons of unwanted drinks, none of which I had to pay for. If there's one thing I learned last night, it's that sitting at the bar makes a heck lot of difference that I still can't figure out.
I was so not smashed, I could actually offer to send some of the folks back home - after they'd knocked off from work.
Which made my night longer because there I was hanging around with the guys in the lit-up pub, while they cleaned up the place, counted their till for the night, fooled around the DJ console, messing up his CD collections, kanina-ing this motherfucker that motherfucker.
They crooned to Bob Dylan. They danced to 'gay' Chicago songs. And then they showed off their WWE prowess, swearing to smash some motherfucker's head and watch it splatter. Uh... I can't really name that motherfucker.
And I just laughed. And laughed, and laughed. I was just all cracked up.
I love these guys. All untainted by the superficiality of life, yet wisened by the harshness of it all.
We are more tainted, less wise. Nothing much for us to be more proud of, is there?
By 5 in the morning, the sloshed one was sober enough to walk to my car. He who was sloshed had just been celebrating his last day at the pub with all the regulars who adored him to bits.
He who was sloshed last night has a big, bright future ahead of him. Congrats, you.
I was happy to have sent Jim and Jeremy from Eastside home last night.
I didn't do much for you guys. You guys made my day instead.
And thanks for "forgetting" to bill me for my reds. =]
*****
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
What a long, long night - though it wasn't meant to be a smashed one. All I wanted was a quiet night with reds to chill out some blues.
I wasn't the smashed one, though I had tons of unwanted drinks, none of which I had to pay for. If there's one thing I learned last night, it's that sitting at the bar makes a heck lot of difference that I still can't figure out.
I was so not smashed, I could actually offer to send some of the folks back home - after they'd knocked off from work.
Which made my night longer because there I was hanging around with the guys in the lit-up pub, while they cleaned up the place, counted their till for the night, fooled around the DJ console, messing up his CD collections, kanina-ing this motherfucker that motherfucker.
They crooned to Bob Dylan. They danced to 'gay' Chicago songs. And then they showed off their WWE prowess, swearing to smash some motherfucker's head and watch it splatter. Uh... I can't really name that motherfucker.
And I just laughed. And laughed, and laughed. I was just all cracked up.
I love these guys. All untainted by the superficiality of life, yet wisened by the harshness of it all.
We are more tainted, less wise. Nothing much for us to be more proud of, is there?
By 5 in the morning, the sloshed one was sober enough to walk to my car. He who was sloshed had just been celebrating his last day at the pub with all the regulars who adored him to bits.
He who was sloshed last night has a big, bright future ahead of him. Congrats, you.
I was happy to have sent Jim and Jeremy from Eastside home last night.
I didn't do much for you guys. You guys made my day instead.
And thanks for "forgetting" to bill me for my reds. =]
*****
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Checked
What a day... What a depressing day.
I have never had a woman order me to lie down in front of her, make me pull my shirt "all the way up", then feel me around my boobs.
I have never had to sit on the toilet bowl for a good half-hour, trying to force some shit out of me (literally). And even more so, I've never had to poop and then scoop. Yucks.
And I have never had a man who calls himself a gynaecologist, pry open and stick some cold metal shaft up my privates, and then move it all around. The timing of this happening to me couldn't have been worse - I've been feeling strangely horny these days.
But I've done it all today. And more.
And it took me all of three fucking hours.
I don't mean to provide graphic, grisly details.
But that's just exactly how emotionally traumatic, and mechanically inhuman, a full-body check can be.
Then again, maybe it's just me.
Well, now at least I have one worry less.
我的子宫果然没问题。
So now I only have my heart, my lungs, my liver and my kidneys to worry about.
Did I miss out anything else?
I have never had a woman order me to lie down in front of her, make me pull my shirt "all the way up", then feel me around my boobs.
I have never had to sit on the toilet bowl for a good half-hour, trying to force some shit out of me (literally). And even more so, I've never had to poop and then scoop. Yucks.
And I have never had a man who calls himself a gynaecologist, pry open and stick some cold metal shaft up my privates, and then move it all around. The timing of this happening to me couldn't have been worse - I've been feeling strangely horny these days.
But I've done it all today. And more.
And it took me all of three fucking hours.
I don't mean to provide graphic, grisly details.
But that's just exactly how emotionally traumatic, and mechanically inhuman, a full-body check can be.
Then again, maybe it's just me.
Well, now at least I have one worry less.
我的子宫果然没问题。
So now I only have my heart, my lungs, my liver and my kidneys to worry about.
Did I miss out anything else?
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Farewell
Ahm... I cried in the office today. When they gave me a farewell, and of course, the farewell gift.
C'mon. That was all I was waiting for. Haha.
A somewhat pretty wise man whom I respect a fair deal gave me two pieces of advice on the day we talked about my leaving.
Two pieces of advice that I find thankfully very valuable.
Says he, You have to know your own strength.
Then you have to ask yourself where and what you want to be ten years down the road. And then you make sure you get there with the strength you've recognized in yourself.
Do I then already know my own strength?
I have an inkling, which pretty much led to my throwing in the towel.
Whether I'm right or not, you and I will know sometime. Again, hopefully sooner than later.
I am liking it. The fact that my life henceforth is all in my own hands.
Whether I laugh or cry from today, only I dictate.
And I sure hope that I laugh more than I cry.
Wish me all the best. =)
C'mon. That was all I was waiting for. Haha.
A somewhat pretty wise man whom I respect a fair deal gave me two pieces of advice on the day we talked about my leaving.
Two pieces of advice that I find thankfully very valuable.
Says he, You have to know your own strength.
Then you have to ask yourself where and what you want to be ten years down the road. And then you make sure you get there with the strength you've recognized in yourself.
Do I then already know my own strength?
I have an inkling, which pretty much led to my throwing in the towel.
Whether I'm right or not, you and I will know sometime. Again, hopefully sooner than later.
I am liking it. The fact that my life henceforth is all in my own hands.
Whether I laugh or cry from today, only I dictate.
And I sure hope that I laugh more than I cry.
Wish me all the best. =)
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Bounced
It was quite some weekend.
I club-streeted, I winebarred, I o-barred, then I zouked. All on a Friday's night.
And then I crashed on Saturday.
That's not what a twenty-eight-going-to-twenty-nine-year-old ought to be doing, ought she?
Not especially when she has a life unknown ahead of her.
*****
I figured out the weird sadness that was growing inside of me. And that probably drove me to party like I hadn't partied in years on Friday.
I got a new toy.
One that came very timely, partly because the old one was really about to break down anytime. And partly because I received it just hours before the day signifying the "one-year anniversary".
As I jokingly put it across to some close friends who were celebrating my getting a new phone finally, it was just like a one-year anniversary gift.
"Thank you sweetie, for breaking up with me one year ago. Thank you for bestowing me the freedom I've been wanting."
Huh. =/
Ok. Cynicism kills.
I know it wasn't meant to be.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I probably hadn't thanked you enough that night.
Now, it's my turn. I owe you too much.
*****
No shit, I am going through a tough time. And in about ten days' time, it's going to be tougher.
Still, owing you too much shouldn't be the case. And it won't be, hopefully sooner than later.
I resolute.
*****
"Wherever we are, we are not alone. I can feed you for as long as you want me too. Just be focused in your dreams."
I think God heard my silent cries, and just sent an angel down my way minutes ago.
Despite what some other folks may think, I am not stupid. I am not crazy. I am not idealistic. And I am definitely not useless.
I just have dreams that have yet to be realized.
I will find them, and make them.
Do you? Will you?
I club-streeted, I winebarred, I o-barred, then I zouked. All on a Friday's night.
And then I crashed on Saturday.
That's not what a twenty-eight-going-to-twenty-nine-year-old ought to be doing, ought she?
Not especially when she has a life unknown ahead of her.
*****
I figured out the weird sadness that was growing inside of me. And that probably drove me to party like I hadn't partied in years on Friday.
I got a new toy.
One that came very timely, partly because the old one was really about to break down anytime. And partly because I received it just hours before the day signifying the "one-year anniversary".
As I jokingly put it across to some close friends who were celebrating my getting a new phone finally, it was just like a one-year anniversary gift.
"Thank you sweetie, for breaking up with me one year ago. Thank you for bestowing me the freedom I've been wanting."
Huh. =/
Ok. Cynicism kills.
I know it wasn't meant to be.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I probably hadn't thanked you enough that night.
Now, it's my turn. I owe you too much.
*****
No shit, I am going through a tough time. And in about ten days' time, it's going to be tougher.
Still, owing you too much shouldn't be the case. And it won't be, hopefully sooner than later.
I resolute.
*****
"Wherever we are, we are not alone. I can feed you for as long as you want me too. Just be focused in your dreams."
I think God heard my silent cries, and just sent an angel down my way minutes ago.
Despite what some other folks may think, I am not stupid. I am not crazy. I am not idealistic. And I am definitely not useless.
I just have dreams that have yet to be realized.
I will find them, and make them.
Do you? Will you?
Oops, I did it again...
"Did u quote me in your blog??"
Yes, Hanny.
And I just did again.
Pardon for the long silence.
Bouncing back sure ain't easy.
Yes, Hanny.
And I just did again.
Pardon for the long silence.
Bouncing back sure ain't easy.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
"Life is a zero-sum game..."
"... you win some, you lose some."
Yeah, maybe it's true.
Then in that case, all I can say is I'm glad I haven't seemed to have won much anyway.
Yeah, maybe it's true.
Then in that case, all I can say is I'm glad I haven't seemed to have won much anyway.
Fantasies
Salt says: did u really colour ur hair?
ME Inc. says: no haven't... i just went for audition.
Salt says: audition for? shampoo?
ME Inc. says: nope, some hair show
ME Inc. says: wah, become shampoo girl, shiok ah
ME Inc. says: instant national fame ah
TKK... as some of my nice friends might tell me, with a smack on the back of my shiny, lustrous head. =/
16...
Guilty as charged. I mambo'd again.
=/
And the countdown begins proper.
Sixteen more days to go before I bid everything here goodbye.
And sixteen more days for me to figure out my life beyond.
=/
And the countdown begins proper.
Sixteen more days to go before I bid everything here goodbye.
And sixteen more days for me to figure out my life beyond.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Ex-stomach
I was looking through my archives of photographs for some beach picture I could use for a presentation next week, when I came across this particular piece.
Look at that stomach (of mine). I want it back so bad, can die lor.
That was January of 2005.
My standard ain't sky-high.
I don't need to fashion myself after those skinny planks in the magazines.
I only want my washboard back.
Look at that stomach (of mine). I want it back so bad, can die lor.
That was January of 2005.
My standard ain't sky-high.
I don't need to fashion myself after those skinny planks in the magazines.
I only want my washboard back.
Good-Hair Day
"Wah, your hair texture is very good. I like. Can take color very well, and then still look so strong... Are you willing to color your hair?" So asked the stylist.
"Oh of course!"
"Bleach and everything?"
"Yeah, can lah."
"Are you willing to have your hair cut short?"
"Er... ...can lah, can lah."
Die. I don't know what I just said. All for four hundred bucks.
I have never been one to like my thick hair. Until I met my man Dean.
And now I also know.
Dean didn't lie to me.
She wrote down, in big caps, next to my name on the form, and I snuck a peek: "CAN USE!!!" =)
"Oh of course!"
"Bleach and everything?"
"Yeah, can lah."
"Are you willing to have your hair cut short?"
"Er... ...can lah, can lah."
Die. I don't know what I just said. All for four hundred bucks.
I have never been one to like my thick hair. Until I met my man Dean.
And now I also know.
Dean didn't lie to me.
She wrote down, in big caps, next to my name on the form, and I snuck a peek: "CAN USE!!!" =)
Bad-Hair Day
ME: I'm on half-day today.
ME: Let me know if you leaving office early today.
Pi: Today?
Pi: Why so relaxed?
ME: No lah... i got "audition" at 3.
Pi: Oh yah.
Pi: Your hair.
Pi: You got brush your hair this morning not?
ME: Wah lau. I condition like mad for the past two days lor.
Now gotta rely on my hair to earn me some pittance.
And my hair looks like shit today. =/
ME: Let me know if you leaving office early today.
Pi: Today?
Pi: Why so relaxed?
ME: No lah... i got "audition" at 3.
Pi: Oh yah.
Pi: Your hair.
Pi: You got brush your hair this morning not?
ME: Wah lau. I condition like mad for the past two days lor.
Now gotta rely on my hair to earn me some pittance.
And my hair looks like shit today. =/
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
F'd
I've been up since 6.30 in the a.m..
I'm beat. Achy all over. And fucking pissed.
All it takes is just one bad to negate all the good that has happened in the day. Or, whatever good you've tried to make out of everything else.
I did a 10k. I got spotted for a 'hot bod' feature - which amused me to bits cos I still have remnants of the beer belly. I made it to Baby Marcus' first-month shower despite my desperate need to nap. And in the end, I managed to make training as well.
But I also got a sore left ankle. A limping right knee. A sprained right hand. And a body that is aching from the shoulders to the feet.
All of which I could have swallowed with pride. But it takes only one last bad of the day to convince me my life is as shitty as shit can get.
A car. A choking engine. A tow truck. And a bus ride home to a late dinner to feed the starving body.
Can someone please remove me from the bloody face of this earth?
Les: How was your 10k run?
Me: Ok. Didn't improve but it was good for me. I think I did 53 min.
Les: The day I do under 55 min I will throw a big party.
Me: Haha... throw one for me then.
Les: You have to do under 50 before you get one.
Me: Orh... standard not same... paisei ah.
=/ It was funny this morning. Now I'm just too numb to even fake a smile.
I know. I know one day my life will pick up.
I am just wondering how much lower it has to go now first.
Ok, this is a cheat. I was too stoned to even pull out my camera, much less smile for it.
This suffices.
Cute is cute.
Fuck. I am still hungry. But I think I should just retire.
I got a 'hot bod' to take care of now.
But more importantly, I gotta fucking wake up at 6 tomorrow morning, just so I can get a damn seat on the train ride to work.
=( x 1,000
I'm beat. Achy all over. And fucking pissed.
All it takes is just one bad to negate all the good that has happened in the day. Or, whatever good you've tried to make out of everything else.
I did a 10k. I got spotted for a 'hot bod' feature - which amused me to bits cos I still have remnants of the beer belly. I made it to Baby Marcus' first-month shower despite my desperate need to nap. And in the end, I managed to make training as well.
But I also got a sore left ankle. A limping right knee. A sprained right hand. And a body that is aching from the shoulders to the feet.
All of which I could have swallowed with pride. But it takes only one last bad of the day to convince me my life is as shitty as shit can get.
A car. A choking engine. A tow truck. And a bus ride home to a late dinner to feed the starving body.
Can someone please remove me from the bloody face of this earth?
Les: How was your 10k run?
Me: Ok. Didn't improve but it was good for me. I think I did 53 min.
Les: The day I do under 55 min I will throw a big party.
Me: Haha... throw one for me then.
Les: You have to do under 50 before you get one.
Me: Orh... standard not same... paisei ah.
=/ It was funny this morning. Now I'm just too numb to even fake a smile.
I know. I know one day my life will pick up.
I am just wondering how much lower it has to go now first.
Ok, this is a cheat. I was too stoned to even pull out my camera, much less smile for it.
This suffices.
Cute is cute.
Fuck. I am still hungry. But I think I should just retire.
I got a 'hot bod' to take care of now.
But more importantly, I gotta fucking wake up at 6 tomorrow morning, just so I can get a damn seat on the train ride to work.
=( x 1,000
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Danced
I am silly carbo-loading for a 10k race.
Ridiculous, no?
I'm ditching hops and barley but for fermented grapes.
See, I think I've mastered the beer. It's just time to move on to something more challenging. Wine and I have never been the best of friends.
Ok, ok. Since some of you insist, it's that damn beer belly too.
I confess. I am not in the best of moods.
How it triggered, I don't exactly know. Perhaps, it's the month of July.
I am upset by the fact that I'm upset about some things still. Which only upsets me even more.
It is perhaps really time for me to let it all go. Really.
Memories sometimes shouldn't worth this much.
I haven't danced like I did last night for a long while. I wish I could just go on and never have to stop.
There must be some reason why I ended up in Velvet again last night.
I bought more books than I can finish reading again.
Borders will be my bane.
"You're worth much more than this, babe."
I know.
But how much am I really worth?
Ridiculous, no?
I'm ditching hops and barley but for fermented grapes.
See, I think I've mastered the beer. It's just time to move on to something more challenging. Wine and I have never been the best of friends.
Ok, ok. Since some of you insist, it's that damn beer belly too.
I confess. I am not in the best of moods.
How it triggered, I don't exactly know. Perhaps, it's the month of July.
I am upset by the fact that I'm upset about some things still. Which only upsets me even more.
It is perhaps really time for me to let it all go. Really.
Memories sometimes shouldn't worth this much.
I haven't danced like I did last night for a long while. I wish I could just go on and never have to stop.
There must be some reason why I ended up in Velvet again last night.
I bought more books than I can finish reading again.
Borders will be my bane.
"You're worth much more than this, babe."
I know.
But how much am I really worth?
Friday, July 14, 2006
K'd
No points for guessing.
The pictures tell a thousand words what we've been up to last night. Finally.
Oh, and if you're into cigars and wine and great acoustic music, pop into The Connoisseur Divan at River Valley, every Tuesday and Thursday night.
Roy is smashing.
The pictures tell a thousand words what we've been up to last night. Finally.
Oh, and if you're into cigars and wine and great acoustic music, pop into The Connoisseur Divan at River Valley, every Tuesday and Thursday night.
Roy is smashing.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
"Hi!"
On a brighter note... I've been 'talent-spotted'!
And it's tickling me so much I'm pissing in my pants.
And no, it ain't my eyes... =]
And it's tickling me so much I'm pissing in my pants.
And no, it ain't my eyes... =]
Stranger Than I
I don't understand. The kind of men I've been meeting.
He: Hey. Can i ask u something very personal? Do u really hate men after what u have been through?
Me: Your qn scares me but no i dun hate men.
He: No... i just hope u don't comtemplate on becoming a lesbian.
*Wtf?!*
Me: Haha... the next girl who picks me up might be damn hot leh.
Pray tell... how am I ever going to say 'yes' the next time he asks me out?
He: Hey. Can i ask u something very personal? Do u really hate men after what u have been through?
Me: Your qn scares me but no i dun hate men.
He: No... i just hope u don't comtemplate on becoming a lesbian.
*Wtf?!*
Me: Haha... the next girl who picks me up might be damn hot leh.
Pray tell... how am I ever going to say 'yes' the next time he asks me out?
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Vogue
Amidst training hard for the run, playing basketball on other days, struggling to stay awake for the games, cooking fresh non-yeast-conducive meals for my dogs, still working my ass off at work, sneaking some time to drink and boogie, reading up on some stuff, and worrying about my life ahead, I found time off for a photoshoot.
Ah, yes... I do sound like one of those Hollywood stars you read about in a Vogue magazine, don't I?
The only thing missing on my fully-packed schedule is probably a strict daily regimen of pilates for two hours and 1000 damn crunches.
With only two bare hands, I lugged one hyperactive toddler and two hyperactive dogs to photog-chum Les's place for a photoshoot session on Saturday morning (yes, which explains the endless questions over MSN that morning, asking why I was up so early... duh...).
An invitation out of pure goodwill, which I've very much appreciated. Though, I think he's also trying his hand at pet photography.
Well, I think he's found the right person - all my three pets make pretty good subjects.
The trick to getting my dogs to look into the camera, I told Les, is to shout: "Let's go, Piper! Let's go, Gracie!"
Ok, two down.
And then, the trick to make the little kiddo smile and laugh the way he does at the camera is to shout, from behind the camera: "Ok, Ciaran, who is number 2?"
He looks at the camera and goes: "Gooor-don!", and the camera snaps.
"Who is number 6?"
"Peeer-cy!", and the camera snaps again.
There you go. And all I had to do was just to laugh at the three of them.
c
Then, one by one, we all got distracted by the topless girl just next door.
We all make one good-looking bunch, don't we?
Ah, yes... I do sound like one of those Hollywood stars you read about in a Vogue magazine, don't I?
The only thing missing on my fully-packed schedule is probably a strict daily regimen of pilates for two hours and 1000 damn crunches.
With only two bare hands, I lugged one hyperactive toddler and two hyperactive dogs to photog-chum Les's place for a photoshoot session on Saturday morning (yes, which explains the endless questions over MSN that morning, asking why I was up so early... duh...).
An invitation out of pure goodwill, which I've very much appreciated. Though, I think he's also trying his hand at pet photography.
Well, I think he's found the right person - all my three pets make pretty good subjects.
The trick to getting my dogs to look into the camera, I told Les, is to shout: "Let's go, Piper! Let's go, Gracie!"
Ok, two down.
And then, the trick to make the little kiddo smile and laugh the way he does at the camera is to shout, from behind the camera: "Ok, Ciaran, who is number 2?"
He looks at the camera and goes: "Gooor-don!", and the camera snaps.
"Who is number 6?"
"Peeer-cy!", and the camera snaps again.
There you go. And all I had to do was just to laugh at the three of them.
cThen, one by one, we all got distracted by the topless girl just next door.
We all make one good-looking bunch, don't we?
Monday, July 10, 2006
Macaroni, or Baguette?
Ok, fine. I should be giving thanks.
Maybe having someone appreciate them means I really do have beautiful eyes.
Er... then? Anyone needs an 'eye' model? Maybe I can earn some moolah out of them.
*****
If there's just one thing I have to say about the World Cup, it is this.
Heng, I never bet any money on the games ah!
Some say I jinx my teams, others say I just don't know how to pick my teams.
Whatever lah. I only know how to bet with my heart. And maybe my heart is just not strong enough.
One final night to go.
Everyone else is logging online now, but I'm signing out.
No way I'm falling asleep in front of the TV tonight. Heading out to some sleazy-sounding monkey bar somewhere in town.
Go, Macaronis, go! I'm giving my last bit of my heart to you tonight.
Maybe having someone appreciate them means I really do have beautiful eyes.
Er... then? Anyone needs an 'eye' model? Maybe I can earn some moolah out of them.
*****
If there's just one thing I have to say about the World Cup, it is this.
Heng, I never bet any money on the games ah!
Some say I jinx my teams, others say I just don't know how to pick my teams.
Whatever lah. I only know how to bet with my heart. And maybe my heart is just not strong enough.
One final night to go.
Everyone else is logging online now, but I'm signing out.
No way I'm falling asleep in front of the TV tonight. Heading out to some sleazy-sounding monkey bar somewhere in town.
Go, Macaronis, go! I'm giving my last bit of my heart to you tonight.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Thank God!
For all the worries I encounter in my life, there is also good stuff the Big Guy sends my way - often in little obscure ways that I might very well overlook, but that I rejoice over and over when I realize I'm not left alone to deal with it all.
But that's the deal with good stuff.
Good stuff doesn't usually get the thanks and the praise.
And that's how we always think we don't get enough good stuff. That all we are laden with is bad stuff.
I am simple, and I am easily satisfied. No shit.
Without much deliberate planning, I am now faced with a deep blue sea of fishes for me to pick. All are equally tempting, and I was frustrated. But having choices means I have a brain to think and to choose. A sensible one, that is. Hopefully.
My dog is plagued with an inexplicable allergy which has led to a skin infection and incessant licking and scratching. In all honesty, my baby looks terrible now, and it upsets Mommy. I have grouched about the vets here. I have resorted to numerous cures from the pet store. I have gone to the supermarket to buy fresh food for her. I spent two hours cooking for her. She still looks bad, but I am not giving up. Having done all this means I have a big heart for non-human creatures.
I am soon about to give up my job, and with that, my PC-based laptop. No big shit, really - except I need access to PC-based working files still. Buying the software from the Apple store would mean I have to spend 700 bucks, and I couldn't find no one to share the cost with me. A friend in the office whom I am not close to, learned about it, and willingly shared his last account from the software with me. It saved me hundreds of precious dollars. Having friends like that means not everyone in this world is as selfish as I thought they would be - not especially when you had preconceived bad impressions of them.
I love dancing in Velvet, but I have not been there in months. All because no one in my circle appreciates it as much as I do. When I received a last-minute invitation on Friday, I couldn't bear to give up the rare opportunity. Then again, I had promised myself to stop spending senselessly. Temptation succumbed and I found myself outside the club. And then, I bumped into an old friend who offered to sign me in. Ah!!! Having saved that 25 bucks means I have friends who help when you're in a dire need to boogie! The right friends, that is. Ha.
I got unwittingly dumped in Velvet when my friends mysteriously left me alone - for the rest of the night. I was fuming, and I would probably have still been upset now. Instead, I made a new friend. (Ok, ok, I got picked up.) A new friend who bought me drinks. Wahaha. I ended up spending zilch bucks that night. Having made a new friend out of an unfortunate incident with your other so-called friends means things in this world do happen for a reason.
I can smell it. The impending demise of my phone. I have finally resorted to wrapping clear tape around my phone to hold the battery in. But I am not quite worrying yet. Someone has promised me a new phone, and I have even gotten a preview of the new precious. Having a gift like this means someone still cares... despite all that has happened. And it is enough to make me smile.
So you see, life ain't that bad. When you do count all the little things you have in your life.
*****
"You've got really beautiful eyes."
Not another one.
So what?
It's not as if you men really know how to appreciate true beauty in life, and of life.
But that's the deal with good stuff.
Good stuff doesn't usually get the thanks and the praise.
And that's how we always think we don't get enough good stuff. That all we are laden with is bad stuff.
I am simple, and I am easily satisfied. No shit.
Without much deliberate planning, I am now faced with a deep blue sea of fishes for me to pick. All are equally tempting, and I was frustrated. But having choices means I have a brain to think and to choose. A sensible one, that is. Hopefully.
My dog is plagued with an inexplicable allergy which has led to a skin infection and incessant licking and scratching. In all honesty, my baby looks terrible now, and it upsets Mommy. I have grouched about the vets here. I have resorted to numerous cures from the pet store. I have gone to the supermarket to buy fresh food for her. I spent two hours cooking for her. She still looks bad, but I am not giving up. Having done all this means I have a big heart for non-human creatures.
I am soon about to give up my job, and with that, my PC-based laptop. No big shit, really - except I need access to PC-based working files still. Buying the software from the Apple store would mean I have to spend 700 bucks, and I couldn't find no one to share the cost with me. A friend in the office whom I am not close to, learned about it, and willingly shared his last account from the software with me. It saved me hundreds of precious dollars. Having friends like that means not everyone in this world is as selfish as I thought they would be - not especially when you had preconceived bad impressions of them.
I love dancing in Velvet, but I have not been there in months. All because no one in my circle appreciates it as much as I do. When I received a last-minute invitation on Friday, I couldn't bear to give up the rare opportunity. Then again, I had promised myself to stop spending senselessly. Temptation succumbed and I found myself outside the club. And then, I bumped into an old friend who offered to sign me in. Ah!!! Having saved that 25 bucks means I have friends who help when you're in a dire need to boogie! The right friends, that is. Ha.
I got unwittingly dumped in Velvet when my friends mysteriously left me alone - for the rest of the night. I was fuming, and I would probably have still been upset now. Instead, I made a new friend. (Ok, ok, I got picked up.) A new friend who bought me drinks. Wahaha. I ended up spending zilch bucks that night. Having made a new friend out of an unfortunate incident with your other so-called friends means things in this world do happen for a reason.
I can smell it. The impending demise of my phone. I have finally resorted to wrapping clear tape around my phone to hold the battery in. But I am not quite worrying yet. Someone has promised me a new phone, and I have even gotten a preview of the new precious. Having a gift like this means someone still cares... despite all that has happened. And it is enough to make me smile.
So you see, life ain't that bad. When you do count all the little things you have in your life.
*****
"You've got really beautiful eyes."
Not another one.
So what?
It's not as if you men really know how to appreciate true beauty in life, and of life.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Bye Bye, "Love"
So, it was farewell to a good friend last night.
Not so much of a farewell farewell for the rest of 'em since he's just being posted to Bangkok and coming back every other month. But for me, it is.
,
For a while, the prankster that is me tried to trick most folks in the office that he's really my fiance, and that I am really quitting because I am going to Bangkok to be an Xbox-playing tai-tai.
Someone actually almost bought that.
Sigh... I wish ah.
Oh, and one thing for sure, I am going to 'siam' my own farewell.
I've done too much evil unto others. I am so going to suffer badly for all my pranks.
So... uh-uh.
*****
I have a newfound goal for the next one week.
The 10km Shape Run.
Mai siao siao. Don't think it's just a bimbo thing. Just look at this...
First prize:
$1,000 CASH, and products worth over $13,300!
• 1 year’s supply (24 boxes) of 1-DAY ACUVUE® MOIST™ worth $1,320
• A 2D/1N stay at Bintan Banyan Tree Pool Villa worth $1,400, from Prestige Hair N Beauty
• Phillip Wain fitness & beauty services worth $3,000
• Citispa Gold Membership worth $3,988
• AIBI Nordictrack CTX 4000 Cross-training-xerciser worth $1,988
• POLAR RS200sd Running Computer worth $489
• LPG Body Contouring session worth $200
• Heliocare sun protection hamper worth $176 and a micro-dermabrasion session worth $150
• Lotto fragrance hamper worth $350 and Murad facial voucher worth $150
• $120 POWERBAR hamper
• $50 Pokka hamper
What the hell?!?!
Vicks who won the OSIM tri last Sunday with a beastly time of two hours and sixteen minutes didn't even get one single shit!
I want that thousand bucks, and I want that one-year supply of lenses.
I also don't mind that spa membership.
I've already chalked up three 10k runs this week.
I think I might just stand a chance... wahahahaha.
Speaking of lenses, it seems that lasik is very in these days.
In a span of three weeks, I've had three friends with brand-new eyes.
I also want.
But maybe not for the next one year or so. 'Cos I just made a pair of new glasses.
*****
"You be good."
I always am, hunny. =/
Not so much of a farewell farewell for the rest of 'em since he's just being posted to Bangkok and coming back every other month. But for me, it is.
,For a while, the prankster that is me tried to trick most folks in the office that he's really my fiance, and that I am really quitting because I am going to Bangkok to be an Xbox-playing tai-tai.
Someone actually almost bought that.
Sigh... I wish ah.
Oh, and one thing for sure, I am going to 'siam' my own farewell.
I've done too much evil unto others. I am so going to suffer badly for all my pranks.
So... uh-uh.
*****
I have a newfound goal for the next one week.
The 10km Shape Run.
Mai siao siao. Don't think it's just a bimbo thing. Just look at this...
First prize:
$1,000 CASH, and products worth over $13,300!
• 1 year’s supply (24 boxes) of 1-DAY ACUVUE® MOIST™ worth $1,320
• A 2D/1N stay at Bintan Banyan Tree Pool Villa worth $1,400, from Prestige Hair N Beauty
• Phillip Wain fitness & beauty services worth $3,000
• Citispa Gold Membership worth $3,988
• AIBI Nordictrack CTX 4000 Cross-training-xerciser worth $1,988
• POLAR RS200sd Running Computer worth $489
• LPG Body Contouring session worth $200
• Heliocare sun protection hamper worth $176 and a micro-dermabrasion session worth $150
• Lotto fragrance hamper worth $350 and Murad facial voucher worth $150
• $120 POWERBAR hamper
• $50 Pokka hamper
What the hell?!?!
Vicks who won the OSIM tri last Sunday with a beastly time of two hours and sixteen minutes didn't even get one single shit!
I want that thousand bucks, and I want that one-year supply of lenses.
I also don't mind that spa membership.
I've already chalked up three 10k runs this week.
I think I might just stand a chance... wahahahaha.
Speaking of lenses, it seems that lasik is very in these days.
In a span of three weeks, I've had three friends with brand-new eyes.
I also want.
But maybe not for the next one year or so. 'Cos I just made a pair of new glasses.
*****
"You be good."
I always am, hunny. =/
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Fried Sausages
Yay!!! The sausages have been fried by the macaroni.
One half of my prediction has come true. I am beginning to have faith for tomorrow's game.
The egg tarts meet the loaves.
Egg tarts got more 'liao', sure win one. =]
It's six in the morning.
I'm half-stuck between taking a nap and going straight to work now.
Either way is no good for me. =/
One half of my prediction has come true. I am beginning to have faith for tomorrow's game.
The egg tarts meet the loaves.
Egg tarts got more 'liao', sure win one. =]
It's six in the morning.
I'm half-stuck between taking a nap and going straight to work now.
Either way is no good for me. =/
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Ouch!
I am positively, absolutely, terribly feeling the pinch.
No warranty. No repair. No discount. No trade-off.
But I need it desperately too.
And that's how I can never keep my moolah in my bank account.
On another totally different note, I want to k-歌!
No warranty. No repair. No discount. No trade-off.
But I need it desperately too.
And that's how I can never keep my moolah in my bank account.
On another totally different note, I want to k-歌!
Another Loss
"I am positively, absolutely, desperately upset."
The power adaptor for my pBook has just fused. Completely.
Died on me. Zilch. Gone.
I am just a couple of minutes away from loss of connection to the rest of the world outside of Block 332.
I feel so... so incapacitated all of a sudden.
I feel so helpless.
And I feel so fucked. I know the replacement is going to cost me a bomb. Urgh urgh URGH.
Well, the good thing out of this unfortunate tragedy?
I have nothing else better to do now than to read myself a good book to peaceful sleep tonight.
The power adaptor for my pBook has just fused. Completely.
Died on me. Zilch. Gone.
I am just a couple of minutes away from loss of connection to the rest of the world outside of Block 332.
I feel so... so incapacitated all of a sudden.
I feel so helpless.
And I feel so fucked. I know the replacement is going to cost me a bomb. Urgh urgh URGH.
Well, the good thing out of this unfortunate tragedy?
I have nothing else better to do now than to read myself a good book to peaceful sleep tonight.
Dr. Fatmama
No antibiotics. No jabs. No medicated creams or shampoos.
No chicken. No rice. No grains or any other form of carbohydrates.
Just plain natural yogurt, apple cider and lots of Neem oil in everything else.
I think I can be a holistic veterinarian soon.
If this works, that is.
I am getting a little disappointed in the vets I can find here in Singapore.
No one seems to really care, really help.
It's just like a doctor not telling you to cut back on fatty foods, but just eventually cutting you up to your arteries to rid of the lumps of blubber years later.
Or, not helping you investigate the real culprit that's causing you hell, but just eventually pumping tons of addictive antibiotics into you to rid of the allergic symptoms for the rest of your poor life.
Addiction = more doctor visits = more money. There you go.
Still, it doesn't mean I'm giving up my dream of becoming a vet. Though the dream is drifting further and further away from reality at an exponential rate as the years go by.
I just am beginning to believe in homeopathy, and in holistic veterinary.
Don't worry, my baby.
Mommy is here to rescue you.
No chicken. No rice. No grains or any other form of carbohydrates.
Just plain natural yogurt, apple cider and lots of Neem oil in everything else.
I think I can be a holistic veterinarian soon.
If this works, that is.
I am getting a little disappointed in the vets I can find here in Singapore.
No one seems to really care, really help.
It's just like a doctor not telling you to cut back on fatty foods, but just eventually cutting you up to your arteries to rid of the lumps of blubber years later.
Or, not helping you investigate the real culprit that's causing you hell, but just eventually pumping tons of addictive antibiotics into you to rid of the allergic symptoms for the rest of your poor life.
Addiction = more doctor visits = more money. There you go.
Still, it doesn't mean I'm giving up my dream of becoming a vet. Though the dream is drifting further and further away from reality at an exponential rate as the years go by.
I just am beginning to believe in homeopathy, and in holistic veterinary.
Don't worry, my baby.
Mommy is here to rescue you.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Blind Faith
Dictionary.com says:
"belief without true understanding, perception or discrimination."
Warrant says:
"Thanks to you, now I know all my dreams can come true,
Blind faith in you, oh yeah, I've got blind faith in you."
I say:
I've been living my past six years or so in nothing but blind faith.
So. Did it work out for me?
Unfortunately, no. And I don't blame no one in particular, not especially me.
Still, I live by blind faith. And this time, it's vested in me, myself.
*****
Finally. I had someone to talk to tonight.
Someone who would actually listen. Who believed in me and my wild ideas.
Someone who believed in my earnest resolution to take charge of my life and in my concept of blind faith.
Someone who actually, sincerely egged me on to just do it.
To you... a big thanks.
You'd never know, but it made my day.
"belief without true understanding, perception or discrimination."
Warrant says:
"Thanks to you, now I know all my dreams can come true,
Blind faith in you, oh yeah, I've got blind faith in you."
I say:
I've been living my past six years or so in nothing but blind faith.
So. Did it work out for me?
Unfortunately, no. And I don't blame no one in particular, not especially me.
Still, I live by blind faith. And this time, it's vested in me, myself.
*****
Finally. I had someone to talk to tonight.
Someone who would actually listen. Who believed in me and my wild ideas.
Someone who believed in my earnest resolution to take charge of my life and in my concept of blind faith.
Someone who actually, sincerely egged me on to just do it.
To you... a big thanks.
You'd never know, but it made my day.
Tragedy
As if it were some tragic catastrophe...
"How is your bro coping?"
"Bad I think. He refused to read papers."
Yeah, I would know. I was the one who bought him that jersey.
Now, then again, it was a major tragic catastrophe indeed.
"How is your bro coping?"
"Bad I think. He refused to read papers."
Yeah, I would know. I was the one who bought him that jersey.
Now, then again, it was a major tragic catastrophe indeed.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Lost
I am so gonna boycott the World Cup from now.
Never have I ever imagined I would be so affected in this manner, by a team not even from my own home country.
Some other things baffle me too.
Like, I don't understand why anyone would plan a wedding during any major football event that takes place only once in four years and that thrives on the life of almost every single man (or woman, these days) around the globe.
I have even heard complaints once during a wedding dinner that took place just as the all-crucial match between Man U and Liverpool was kicking off.
I know all the groom has in his mind is his beautiful bride that night, but has he spared a kind thought for his poor band of brothers? The brothers who have already suffered the morning through wasabi sandwiches and strip wax treatments?
I don't understand how any pub could run out of any freakin' form of beer by midnight during the highly anticipated World Cup quarterfinal rounds - for two nights in a row.
Midnight. The second half hasn't even begun.
And I don't understand why, on rare occasions like this where lifeform finally begins to spring in abundance for Mohd Sultan, one-half of the two-lane main road has to be closed for major roadworks. Yes, and it happens in the most happening hour just before the quarterfinal kick-off.
It is both strange and frustrating to be stuck in a jam at an hour like this.
I really don't understand how the World Cup could ever have such an effect on a small fry like me.
I hate losing. And I hate rooting for losing teams. Especially when they are not supposed to.
That, I really don't understand.
*****
Time to catch some much-needed snooze. I have indeed done much on an unplanned Saturday.
Gotta head down to the East Coast Park in four hours, where my chums are all racing in the triathlon.
Triathlons. I used to do it, but I don't miss it now.
Just like some other things as well.
Never have I ever imagined I would be so affected in this manner, by a team not even from my own home country.
Some other things baffle me too.
Like, I don't understand why anyone would plan a wedding during any major football event that takes place only once in four years and that thrives on the life of almost every single man (or woman, these days) around the globe.
I have even heard complaints once during a wedding dinner that took place just as the all-crucial match between Man U and Liverpool was kicking off.
I know all the groom has in his mind is his beautiful bride that night, but has he spared a kind thought for his poor band of brothers? The brothers who have already suffered the morning through wasabi sandwiches and strip wax treatments?
I don't understand how any pub could run out of any freakin' form of beer by midnight during the highly anticipated World Cup quarterfinal rounds - for two nights in a row.
Midnight. The second half hasn't even begun.
And I don't understand why, on rare occasions like this where lifeform finally begins to spring in abundance for Mohd Sultan, one-half of the two-lane main road has to be closed for major roadworks. Yes, and it happens in the most happening hour just before the quarterfinal kick-off.
It is both strange and frustrating to be stuck in a jam at an hour like this.
I really don't understand how the World Cup could ever have such an effect on a small fry like me.
I hate losing. And I hate rooting for losing teams. Especially when they are not supposed to.
That, I really don't understand.
*****
Time to catch some much-needed snooze. I have indeed done much on an unplanned Saturday.
Gotta head down to the East Coast Park in four hours, where my chums are all racing in the triathlon.
Triathlons. I used to do it, but I don't miss it now.
Just like some other things as well.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Papa
It was a pure pleasant surprise that the girls bumped into their Papa at the beach today.
And it was for me too.
It's strange how we are just exactly like a pair of divorced parents with two kids between us.
We discuss about their welfare. I never put Piper through any new 'treatment' before a consultation, and an agreement, is sought with her Papa.
"You think I should keep Piper away from sea water?"
"That I not too sure. You wanna try keeping her away for a while to see how?"
We talk over my keen decision to adopt a sister or a brother for the girls.
He calls to tell me about the Neem oil. I call to ask if I should seek a second opinion from another vet for Piper. He calls again and again to check if I have bought the Neem oil.
I send him messages to tell him of the funny antics the girls have been up to.
He buys them treats from the different places he's been to.
Sometimes, I would ask if he would like to see the girls.
"Wanna go swim with the girls?"
Or, if he would like me to bring them over and leave them around for the day.
Or, if he could let them stay over while I am out of town.
He loves them too, that I am sure.
They are, after all, ours.
And it was for me too.
It's strange how we are just exactly like a pair of divorced parents with two kids between us.
We discuss about their welfare. I never put Piper through any new 'treatment' before a consultation, and an agreement, is sought with her Papa.
"You think I should keep Piper away from sea water?"
"That I not too sure. You wanna try keeping her away for a while to see how?"
We talk over my keen decision to adopt a sister or a brother for the girls.
He calls to tell me about the Neem oil. I call to ask if I should seek a second opinion from another vet for Piper. He calls again and again to check if I have bought the Neem oil.
I send him messages to tell him of the funny antics the girls have been up to.
He buys them treats from the different places he's been to.
Sometimes, I would ask if he would like to see the girls.
"Wanna go swim with the girls?"
Or, if he would like me to bring them over and leave them around for the day.
Or, if he could let them stay over while I am out of town.
He loves them too, that I am sure.
They are, after all, ours.
Pissin' Weiners
Sasy: I hate football.
Me: No, you just hate sausages.
Me too.
Darn those freakin' German weiners.
I abit can't wait for tonight.
Dinner + drinks are now at stake. I am starting to get abit 'gan jiong'.
For now, I am hitting the beach.
No swimming for my girl. She's just gonna do a little sun with me.
I decided, perhaps the sun rays might just kill off the yeast. Hmm.
Me: No, you just hate sausages.
Me too.
Darn those freakin' German weiners.
I abit can't wait for tonight.
Dinner + drinks are now at stake. I am starting to get abit 'gan jiong'.
For now, I am hitting the beach.
No swimming for my girl. She's just gonna do a little sun with me.
I decided, perhaps the sun rays might just kill off the yeast. Hmm.
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