Awesome

Is it ever possible to have someone whom you've known for barely fuckin' three weeks, telling you you're a changed person since the day you first met?

A change supposedly for the better, it even seems.

Even for a silly dreamy girl like me who lives in a different planet, it does seem a little too cheesy. Too cheesy for words. So cheesy I have to crack my brains figuring out which fuckin' movie(s) that line came from. So cheesy I have to laugh... and real hard to myself because I don't really know if I should honestly laugh or cry.

Did that too come out from your little red book?


Then again, I have unwillingly come to agree with this someone. Though not entirely.

Because I know the change in question has taken place over a period of not just three fuckin' weeks, but a whole eighteen months.

In eighteen months, you could've seen a newborn make his first steps on his own; you could've witness a girlfriend meeting the "one" and actually getting blissfully married; you could've seen a business rise and actually fall; you could've seen how a nation get destructed by natural calamities and yet get back on her feet with fervor.

Yes, eighteen months. It's that long, yet that short a time.

That's how long I took.

But time is not the issue. The point is, I am changed.

And for the better, only I fucking know.


Awesome.

That's the only word I can think of - pardon my lack of a better vocabulary perhaps - for the occurrences in my life that have taken place in just the past few weeks of my 2006.

A-W-E-S-O-M-E.


*****

Dear 2006,

I love you.

For all the shit you've given me, I still love you.

Because you brought me good shit toward the very fuckin' end. Screw all the seemingly bad things, because they only served to lead me to the good ones. You had meant for that to happen, didn't you, 2006?

I trust you.

Thank you for sending me off on a nice journey toward 2007.

Whatever happened in 2006 shall remain in 2006.

Just like how I tried telling myself, whatever happened in the Kong should stay in the Kong. 'Cept, maybe it didn't.

Right. No more mushy words from me, 2006.

You have a good peaceful rest... and I will always fucking remember you, 2006.

You have been fucking awesome.


Cheers,

ME

The Guardian Angel

If the world is my oyster...

... then I ought to be the pearl in the heart of it.


I like.

Swoosh'd... Yet Again

I've said it once... and I'll say it once again.

You can take the girl out of the swoosh, but you can never take the swoosh out of the girl.

=)))

Hongkie'd

Hello, from Hong Kong. Or, as my dude would say, the Kong.

And I know, I know. It's Day Eight here, and this 'hello' is a little bit way overdue.

Still, better late than never.


I can't decide if 'sloshed' or 'smashed' would be a more appropriate term, but anyhow, you get the idea. And it's absolutely killing everyone else here that I don't have to work "the next day" but hey... that's what I am here for in the first place.

To chill.

So, pardon me. I don't have that many pictures to show.


I am getting, though, a slight taste of what a tai-tai life might be. In a foreign land, no less.

I haven't much on my personal agenda while on vacation, except going shopping for household stuff. Wake up (at God-knows-what-hour-everyday), do laundry, clear trash, pick up dry-cleaning, then start searching for cheap and good pots/pans, chopsticks, spoons, towels, laundry nets, eggs, noodles, vegetables.

See, my brother Ed has just arrived in HK not more than two months ago, and his kitchen and bathroom look absolutely pathetic.

Me: I am going to get you nice chopsticks.
Ed: Chopsticks?!
Me: Yeah, hunny. Chopsticks. You should spend more effort in the kitchen details. Any girl who walks into your kitchen would be so impressed.

I am so darn proud of myself. I would so love a life like this.


In any case you haven't noticed, I am starting to like Hong Kong.

In fact... I am so fucking in love with this place.

So much so that I think I am finally ready for a big, big change. =)

All I Want For Christmas Is...

ME Inc. says: anyways wanted to tell u
ME Inc. says: flights over xmas period not possible
ME Inc. says: but maybe can get over jan-1 new year
法蘭基 says: suggest u to come over on 12/19 or 12/20 for nike charity event on 12/21.. might c 周杰倫 in the event
ME Inc. says: !!!
ME Inc. says: shucks
法蘭基 says: i thought you like him????
ME Inc. says: yes lor
ME Inc. says: but now how to get 12/20?
ME Inc. says: =(


Shuck shuck shucks.

Die die must find a way to get there in time.

Then again... it's a "might" only??? =/

辛福

Today, I am feeling very thankful. Very, very thankful, indeed.

For friends who have been around for me everyday for the past one year. Drinking. Crapping. Laughing. Singing. Dancing. Movie-ing. Dinnering. La-kopi-ing. Travelling. Running. Whatever I've wanted to do - I name it, I got it.

For friends who are having it tough in life. Because you see, life's just like that. And I am glad if I have been given that privileged opportunity to be a friend in return, and to give you that ear, that shoulder, or any body part that I possess.

For friends I've made over the past year, be they bartenders or wakeboarders or anything else. Because without them, I would probably never have known life otherwise.

And most of all, for friends all around the globe. Because without them, I wouldn't have had all these free accommodation while I go on my mission to see the world and discover new stuff. Wahaha.

Love you all.

Love,
ME

I Love Today

The sky looks really beautiful today. And so is the sea at east coast. =)

Never mind that it also means it's a hot day. But so deliriously high the sight made me, I decided to pop a surprise note over the phone messages to my favorite peoples, with some faint hope of maybe, just maybe, brightening up someone's day.

(And also, to see if my office-cooped buddies would be irritated, or sugar-coated by my sweet message. Hiak.)

Just see what kind of responses I received. LOL!


The Sugar-coated
AKoh: Enjoy. :)

The Philosophical
Hapyfish: It's the might of the sun at its best. Glaring, isn't it?

The Unresponsive
Les: Yeah. Was just at upp peirce reservoir.

The Envious
Dee: So envious.

The Delusional Deskbound Workaholic
San: Damn! my comp screen looks v bright and shiny too.

The Louis-Armstrong-Spouting Polyester Wonder
SLM: Haha days like this you feel the world is so wonderful eh? Enjoy!

The Pissed
Stef: Disgustg!

The REALLY PISSED
Sng: WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME TT I SHUD B OUT THERE

The *Huh?!*
Gan: so are u going to e beach w your beloved dogs?

The Patronizing One
Hann: Ha lucky you.

The Little Big Sis
Lyn: :-) pity i'm stuck in office. Boo!

The "Angelic" One
Skyboy: Bloody hell... So lucky...

The Foul-Mouthed
Cucumber: u suck. the view from my desk is not that good.

The Mood-Fouler
Bing: bt i tnk its goin to rain lata.

And the winner is...

The Idiot
Karks: You drunk at this time liao ah?


*****

Skyboy: Bloody hell... So lucky... How ya doing?

Me: =) as great as the bright blue sky.

2 Takes & No NGs

I was play-acting "a young woman jogging in the park".

"Oh, erm... best sporting moment? I guess there are many, but the best has gotta be Tiger winning his first major after his dad died. It was so touching I almost cried."

And of course, I was lying.


"Done? Fast or wat."

"Good wat. No NG, wat to do?"


Free labour for the job.

One pathetic jab at fame.

I need a hole in the ground.


p.s.: I don't fucking jog lor.

Everything But "Remember The Man"... Hmph!

Maxims I used to work by, but now live by.


Four: Simplify and go.

Five: The consumer - which is ME - decides.

Six: Be a sponge.

Seven: Evolve immediately.

Eight: Do the right thing.

Nine: Master the fundamentals.


Pretty amazing, they are. How these words, as simple as they may seem, trickle down to every single aspect of your life.

Pretty much like that damned 'Just Do It' shit.

Think

*Yawn*

Good Monday morning. Something to tease your poor post-weekend brains.






Got 'em?

"Got Tissue Paper?"

I returned to the trail today - at long last. And I realized I had forgotten how gruelling it is.

Ten-point-five click in sixty-four minutes. Not quite by my usual standards - tsk. But given the state I've been in, I am actually more pleased than not.

Ouch, my knee is already starting to click every now and then.


I missed a date with Mr Funny tonight, but I am ok.

'Cos I am going to the beach with him tomorrow - and of course, together with my Sam-boy.


Mr Grouch gave me a surprise nudge today. =)

Mr Grouch baffles me. He makes me laugh, yet makes me fearful other times.

Sometimes I don't want it to go away, yet most other times... I wish it does.

"Anti-social"

I just can never understand.

How some folks can have four hundred over friends on their Friendster list. How can? My primary-school classmates times ten, also not that many.

But I'm not complaining. I'm just perplexed.

At my age, I should even be glad I have a blawdy Friendster account. Huh.

Choices

A pretty timely email I received. Just when self-doubt was kicking in.

Each of us has two distinct choices to make about what we will do with our lives. The first choice we can make is to be less than we have the capacity to be. To earn less. To have less. To read less and think less. To try less and discipline ourselves less. These are the choices that lead to an empty life. These are the choices that, once made, lead to a life of constant apprehension instead of a life of wondrous anticipation.

And the second choice? To do it all! To become all that we can possibly be. To read every book that we possibly can. To earn as much as we possibly can. To give and share as much as we possibly can. To strive and produce and accomplish as much as we possibly can. All of us have the choice.

To do or not to do. To be or not to be. To be all or to be less or to be nothing at all.

Like the tree, it would be a worthy challenge for us all to stretch upward and outward to the full measure of our capabilities. Why not do all that we can, every moment that we can, the best that we can, for as long as we can?

Our ultimate life objective should be to create as much as our talent and ability and desire will permit. To settle for doing less than we could do is to fail in this worthiest of undertakings.

Results are the best measurement of human progress. Not conversation. Not explanation. Not justification. Results! And if our results are less than our potential suggests that they should be, then we must strive to become more today than we were the day before. The greatest rewards are always reserved for those who bring great value to themselves and the world around them as a result of who and what they have become.

Jim Rohn


격려!

Bitches on Wheels

BMW started an ad campaign:


Audi answered:


Then, the Japanese had something to say too:


Bentley CEO's opinion on the beauty contest:



Fookin' awesome.

重返秋明山

I almost forgot.

Number seven has got to be my new DVD. =)

I remember vividly, this movie was exactly what got me hooked to him - though I already owned a couple of his music albums then. After the movie experience, I went on to the CD store to swipe the rest. Well, except for that elusive one.

I remember too, that this was my first and only movie caught under the moonlight at the Starlight Cinema last year.

And. Our first and only movie since too.


我踏上風火輪 在飄移青春
故事中的我們 在演自己的人生

Ha Ha HA!!!

Hmm... let me count the many little ways my life has been brightened up in a short one week.

One: Out of absolutely no intention of my own, I was "invited" to test-drive a couple of cars, one of which being a long-time crush - the Forester. I now declare my adoration for that lean, mean, 4WD machine. But even more so, I so lust after that damned Focus ST. Having a little more power than what I already enjoy doesn't hurt, does it? I am already fantasizing - I'd have it painted all over classic-green with white stripes, or maybe green with pink polkadots to be a little more madcapped. Anyhoos, an "upgrade" makes me feel less guilty.



Two: I keep getting people who make wrong guesses about my age. If it's not 18, it's 22. Being mistaken for a student is sometimes frustrating, but sometimes - I admit - very flattering too. I can't decide if I should credit it to the beauty creams I've spent a fortune on, or the clothes I've been wearing. But since I know I haven't been very disciplined with the regime, I shall suppose I've just been a little too casual in my dressing. So what? Does it mean I can actually cast a wider net and scoop the younger ones now??? =/

Three: I met up with many lots ex-coworkers at the annual CCK Hari Raya dinner party. One that I couldn't for the life of me miss, lest I get dropped from the party list next year. Ha. It's that prestigious. With all the little offsprings running around, I just had to admit: the days when I ever was the baby in the company were long over. Oh, and I chop-stamp-confirm, I really do make a darned good nanny. Any takers?

Four: I ran and swam and ran and swam till I can feel my limbs no more. Yes, the muscles are starting to bulge again, which renders my efforts at squeezing into my size-0 jeans again useless, but the ensuing pride more than makes up for that fact. 'Squeezing' is not the point. 'Perfect-fitting' is.

Five: I am labelled "funny". By my Ryan-Giggs-lookalike crush, no less. A crush that happened only sporadically in those days when I still travelled to the campus in Portland three miserable times a year. A crush that unbelievably appeared in front of me in Ice Cold Beer last week, and actually told me he remembered me though we had never spoken before. A crush who is going to be staying in this tiny little island as I do for the next six months. A crush who has stored my sacred number in his new cellphone and has since been talking to me via text messages since last week. A crush who told me he was about to leave for HK and would talk to me again later part of the week. If you could now, you would see a contorted look on my face. Erm. What now? I might have been a little too delirious last week, but... I still fucking cannot believe this. God, I am no fucking SPG, but please help me deal with this ok?

Six: I laughed a lot. I LAUGHED A lot. On Friday alone, when I was deliriously silly the entire day. Which ain't a bad thing, 'cos I realize I might have found my (low) sense of humor and my ability to laugh at every single fucking thing again. Even if the kind of silly happiness that happens to me is temporal - just for one day - I embrace it. Better than nothing. I don't fucking care if I laugh too hard, too loud. I AM FUNNY. =)


I don't think I might've grasped the facts about life as much as I should still. But I'm learning.

I always am.

Aren't you?

Thought Of The Day

I think people think I am smart, because I think I look smart and sometimes I think I make wisecracks with a snap of my fingertips.

But I worry... Am I?


Urgh. I have to be.

That's the only thing I have left now to prove myself right.

"You're Funny..."

I'm funny.

=]

People... I am funny.

Told ya. =]

Morons

I read this off my polar-bear friend Porpor's blog, and I absolutely loved how he made me keel over with silly wild laughter.

*****

Magnitudes of disaster

In ascending order:

One moron
One moron with one opinion
One moron with many opinions
Many morons with many opinions
Many morons with one opinion

*****

I love smart people.

Porpor makes the cut, no doubt.


Porpor, your mama is so darned lucky to have a son like you. Especially one that will outlive her anytime.


Just so I have to explain, I am NOT being delusional.

Porpor really is a Polar Bear, and he is my friend. With no mouth but two small black beads for eyes and a smarty brain to boot, that's somewhat the best kind of friend you can ever ask for.

孙悟空

齐天大圣是我 谁能奈何了我
但是我却依然不小心 败给了寂寞

如果要让我活 让我有希望的活
我从不怕爱错 就怕没爱过
如果能有一天 再一次重返光荣
记得找我 我的好朋友