SAMMI CHENG'S CONCERT WAS A BLAST. IT WAS FANTASTIC. THIS ENTRY SHALL BE IN CAPS BECAUSE I AM STILL SO EXCITED ABOUT THE CONCERT WHICH WAS OVER ON SATURDAY. MY SENSES HAVE BEEN UBER HYPED UP SINCE. I AM SO. SO. SO. AWED. I LOVE SAMMI, ENCORE OR NOT. SAMMI SAMMI SAMMIIIII!

truckloads of pictures. beware.




CAMWHORING BEFORE THE CONCERT OUTSIDE INDOOR STADIUM'S NORTH ENTRANCE. i think i got too obsessed with editing the pictures. why do i look GREEN? omg.











































These are all the pictures taken that day. I'm a little disappointed that she didn't do the encore (since she was planning to sing my Zhi De and Wo Men De Zhu Ti Qu, which are my personal favourites. I totally heart Zhi De, and will always queue for this song at KTVs although there's a part that will be too high a pitch for me and my voice will crack and I'll subsequently force people to skip to the next song to save myself from further embarassment. Will. Nonetheless, SAMMI put up a helluva good show. Her dance movements were fantastic during her fast tempo track medley. She sang the song that can never be missed, of course, the Cantonese version of Mei Fei Se Wu. OMG those dance steps bring back so much of memories. I had to translate her Cantonese speeches to Sugar, who can only understand simple Cantonese. Yes, now we know SAMMI is a 31A cup lady.

Sugar even cried during the show, cuz he was really touched that I got him the tickets and could actually see SAMMI in person with me. Well, I've always told Gary that, with her kinda songs, her repertoire, it's no wonder she got low and depressed for a period of time (although we think she's still a little unstable when she dances so hard it makes our heart ache a bit for her frail physique). And so, Sugar's tears were partially induced by her heartwrenching songs as well. Especially the opening number, in chinese, it's Wei Du Ni Shi Bu Ke Qu Dai, which is, Wai Tuk Lei Yat Gor Si Pat Hor Kup Tsoi Tai in Cantonese. I have decided that I shall have this track played during my (or our. ooops.) wedding, though there'll be alot of Hainanese and Teochew, and it'll be more like a tribute to my Maternal Grandmother. Wai Por, soi yin ngor pat tsang gin kor lei gin zoi, dan hai ngor hai hou gua nin lei geh!

Okay, I'm on a row now. My Canton sucks. But my Hainanese suck even more.

Back to SAMMI.

It was a great performance. Though she was sick. She'll be flying to Shanghai for a concert on the 20th. Bye bye SAMMI, please come back soon. We'll be waiting, and queueing for your tickets as soon as they're sold. I LOVE YOU SAMMI. PLEASE COME BACK SOON. AND SING ZHI DE. AND DU YI WU ER. AND TIAN YI WU FENG. AND WO MEN DE ZHI TI QU. AND JIU XIANG LIAN. AND CHI CHI WEI NI DENG. AND SHE BU DE NI. PLEASE.

Omg, concerts are so addictive. And expensive. Too.

Happy 2 years present-ing My Babe! This concert was meant as a 2nd anniversary present (coming next month's 11th) for Sugar. $340 blown on 2.5hours. I'm glad Sugar thoroughly enjoyed himself. Beats spending money on something he'd hardly get to use anyway.

SAMMI, when you come back next time (hopefully), you'll need to encore twice. Be sure that I'll be keeping track.

Oh ya, we saw this HK concert box set. It was $80. Now we regret not getting it at the concert venue. Argh. It's sold for $70plus USD online. And we can't seem to find it anywhere. If that box set has SAMMI's HK concert show, I'm going to kill myself. I didn't get it cuz I was reading the list and it didn't include the actual concert and so I thought it wasn't worth it.

I hope Sugar finds it today. AH, BYE!!!

I am deluded beyond words at the moment. With bad luck littering our home so casually this year, I wished I need not forgo my faith in the comforting hands of fate. Somehow, it has come to my realisation that, good people just get fucked left right center, regardless of how much people treasure them, of how much good they have done.

My Dad was diagnosed with epilepsy. Had a major, major allergy to Carbamazepine. Now he's on Clonazepam. Apparently, there are pimple like growths on his entire body. I am tired of all this. I really am. Sometimes, I wished the world wasn't just resting on the arch of my shoulders. I wished. I wish. I could just get out of this place. Sometimes, I guess, it isn't so bad to be a loner, an orphan. You don't have to pay due your duties. You don't have to worry about your Dad feeling this way, and that.

While having breakfast at Mac last morning, he suddenly broke down into tears. It didn't occur to me at that time that it possibly was caused by his medication of sedatives. The bipolarity of moods is scaring me.

I'm tired of worrying. Tired of hoping. Tired of being optimistic and tired of believing that everything will be fine. I don't want to do anything detrimental to myself or my family.

Bloody TTSH did not afford us a number to call in the case of a drug allergy.

Just went to check my Dad's condition out. The pimples have subsided. We're hoping it's that his new skin is allergic to the prawns and squid we ate over the weekend, since his body just recovered from all that scaling and peeling.

I wanna scream. I don't know when I'll just implode. I realised I don't have an avenue where I can vent my frustrations out on. Have I always been so meek? But even if I lash at everyone, everything, people will just think I'm a kid with all that juvenile angst and inability to cope with stress and difficult situations. Fuck that talk about how every obstacle is to make us stronger. I fucking am losing my patience. And if anything's gonna come up again, I don't know what kinda person I'm going to change into.

Can you give me a fucking break?

中秋节快乐!!!

The make of a person is in how he/she copes with difficult situations. And I do it with food.



Behold the POWER OF PETE'S!!!



SHIN KUSHIYA on the day I got my results.




The scenery served hardly as a distraction from the super super delish yakitori.

MA MAISON


Sugar's treat. Really nice jap-western food. Sugar tried escargot for the first time. And he liked it! Owing to the fact that Ma Maison did it really well. But one had sand. HURHUR. 6 for $9.50.

Borrowing the phrase from Alan Greenspan's Memoir, this is just apt to describe how my life is now.

No, I'm not getting retrenched, nor am I pregnant, nor am I chased around by loansharks.

My peeps seem to be suffering from the year of the pig.

Chronologically, sorta.

1. A closely related family friend who passed away during the first fifteen days of the lunar year.
2. Sugar's maternal grandmother's passed away.
3. My Mom found a 10cm fibroid in her womb and had a big op to take it out. It was later found from the removed ovaries and womb that she had a growth in her ovary as well.
4. My 2nd Aunt was admitted into the hospital for some serious case of vomiting and diarrhea. She was having a long drawn battle with all that screw up in her system but her high fever got her admitted into hospital. After several days and a laser treatment to remove the gall stones, it was decided by the doc that she HAD to remove her gall bladder as it was highly prone to having stones. Had an op, the four hole insertion method thingie. Found infection. Cut her up to take the gall bladder up, leaving her with a slit that is not much shorter than a foot.
5. Eldest Aunt got admitted into hospital for persistent fever. Dengue case. But she's 60 over. Imagine.
7. Dad. Epilepsy diagnosis. Went on Carbamazepine. Got an allergic reaction two weeks later. Reaction developed rapidly and soon he was looking like "The Thing" from fantastic four, only redder. His rash is a rich burgundy. His entire body, front back, neck, face, palm, soles of his feet are so covered with rash, they're literally painted red. Doubt on whether to follow up on treatment or not is overwhelming Dad. And thus my taking of half day unpaid to make sure I lug him to Tan Tock Seng.

I don't know whether it's a chain of unfortunate events, or is it just me who's radiating this negativity. Sometimes I feel like a song by Bjork. There's more to life than this. Yeah. But how do we get there?

My weekend was spent celebrating Kian Ming's birthday, sleeping like a pig, and spending time with Sugar. It's getting quite mundane, with occasional spurs of interesting celebrations, binge sessions, whatever.

Sometimes I feel the fatigue of routine. It's early, for someone who's only been working for less than two months. Bur I'm okay. Maybe I'm feeling this way because something is cropping up at work. Yeah.

Will be meeting Prasad this evening. I have no desire to blog anymore. HAHA. Bye.

Has passed away.

Amigos Para Siempre will never sound the same again.

With tuition classes still in place, I feel as if I'm deprived of my own personal time. Weekends are always filled with Gary, without a doubt, and that will never change, so stop telling me to find personal time away from him on weekends. I just am so preoccupied with everything else that I refuse, subconsciously, to make the effort to do the things I used to do for fun. Go through my blog and you'd realise that I blogged the most in mid-afternoon or midnight. With that forsaken for work and sleep, I have no motivation to write something insightful, or even make a layout.

Something tells me I'm just typing off the top of my head. I just cut my nails and I feel so bloody adept in typing because of the lack of hindrance. No more scraping sound on the keyboard. HAHA.

Besides the very elating revelation of results earlier this week, I am looking forward to the weekend because. It's a weekend. I wanna burrow within my blanket and snooze till late morning tomorrow. I almost didn't manage to wake up this morning. But there is something about my job that is such compelling, I just wanna step into the office.

I'm happy now. And putting on weight, for any matter. I eat when I am bogged with things to do. I've been eating breakfast, lunch, dinner, three full meals a day. My metabolism is that of a sea cucumber so having three regular meals a day bloats me up. Argh.

I bought two pairs of killer black heels. I love them so much. They're from the place I bought my super comfy wear everyday pair of black ones. But that pair is wearing off and going to fall apart any moment. I shall not take chances.

On top of that, I bought 5 dresses. Wahaha. Am going to sell off this victorian pink one. Will put up pictures. Fits someone smaller.

Okay okay. Kian Ming's birthday on saturday. Yipee. Me love get togethers. Although the makeup isn't quite the same anymore.

I got my results. I scored the best for Corporate Finance. Major what the fuck. I have three second uppers this year. Two were on the dot. Nonetheless, I MANAGED A SECOND UPPER. Woohoo!

Happy happy. Lin got a marketing exec (I've initiated the marketing bitches movement.). Congrats! Happy happy happy people!

Well, the extremity of temperature change these days symbolise my peaks and troughs in emotions. Disappointment after disappointment, my school could only best offer me a patronising "we're glad to announce that results will be released on 4th september". Like. What's the bloody point of all that taiji man. Gimme the results already.

While I simmer in that metaphor, I can't control myself but to be brought up high into unearthly levels of a concoction of excitement and nerves, and then dropped down like a pendulum due for an experiment. I have this crappppp.

Met Jialin yesterday, bought 3 dresses for a total of 13 dollars. Quite a steal huh. I particularly like one of the tube dresses, which looks gorgeous. I wonder why no one extracted that diamond in the rough. There's another dress, very bohemian, pretty sexed up, so hippy/gypsy. I love. The remaining is a tartan-ish dress. I heart. But it's a little tight around the bust area. Makes my upper body look engorged. Not voluptuous. Wahaha. But nonetheless, I love it!

Okay. I'm still waiting for my results to be released. I found the academic profile being up again but without my results. False alarm, no?

Okay. Relax. Breathe in and out. Shitttttt.

As I log on to iBanking repeatedly, in hope of seeing my bank balance jump and find out what I'm going to get for the one month and 4 days service I provided, I go flaccid with disappointment when I realise, it's not gone through yet.

There are a few assumptions. One. I didn't send my Ops my bank info. Two. They forgot about me.

Well, money is a very scarce resource as of these days. With my heretic spending habits, and mounts of necessities coming my way, and two loans to feed, I feel stricken with all these responsibilities. I am overwhelmed with guilt everytime I attempt to get any amount of money from my parents. Argh.

My Dad went for his TTSH checkup yesterday. Epilepsy. No driving, and regular medication. I have no idea how my parents are taking it apart from the fact that my Mom is pretty relieved as tonnes of queries were patiently answered by the specialist, and we finally found the reason why. His brain membrane was somehow, infected/inflamed, however it is termed medically. Four years ago, the short stay in TTSH and the consequent abrupt discharge was a paving the way for this all to happen now. The epilepsy was caused by the long drawn infection. Well. I have no idea what to say.

I'm waiting for my results to come out. I'm waiting for so many things to happen, I hate waiting. Dang. Time to go dress up for work. Bye.

no thank god it's friday. I am so. What shall I say, anticlimaxified.

Olio Suntec. Free voucher!


Zouk on some Friday with Josh. Growing too old for Phuture. Guess it's too futuristic. Meaning. Young. OMFG.




Waraku Marina Square with the girls for Jamie and Serene's 22nd.

Birthdays are making me broke. But there's always the payday. Haha.

When I do not blog about food, shopping sprees and manicures anymore. Part of me wishes for some kind of inspiration, while the other makes me feel like, all this tranquility and stagnation isn't that bad an idea after all. Maybe it's part of growing up. Because all that talk about how I flunked my A levels sounds historical already. And all that assumptions I made about work has not come true. Ie. I still do not feel like a slave.

Maybe it's because my previous temp jobs gave me a darned realistic preview of working life, so vivid that I was prepped well way before I graduated even.

Which reminds me. Exam results are due very very soon. Whilst my graduation ceremony will come only April 2008. All that muted, post-climax whimpering of excitement. Ahaha.

When I saw on the papers that Singapore is gonna have her "4th" university, I winced in some self-doubting manner. Wasn't the 4th uni supposed to be SIM? WHATEVER happened? Did we have a quarrel with Shanmugaratnam or what? I FEEL SO SAD.

Got wind that an ex-classmate got into a german mnc. CONGRATS! And I was telling Jialin that. I'm also from a UK MNC and she's from a French MNC ma... Ahem.

Although our paychecks are not fat like foie gras, I am not complaining. My Boss is lovely, my colleagues are so friendly, I am in a good place, I think. Today marks the full moon of me as a baby in the company. 1 MONTHSARY!

Will be getting my first paycheck next week. Interesting. I bet I'll be going thru that utilitarian plus surrealism state of life next week when I check my bank balance. Interesting. INTERESTING!

Lunch with the girls tomorrow. Most of us are employed. The change in scenario is. Very. Hmmm. Refreshing is not a good word. But nonetheless. I'm happy we're all at places we kinda wished to be.

Broke broke broke. I love IMM!

is the day I how much my whining works. Alternatively, I could see it as an expression of such overwhelming love.

Truth is, my birthday present is still in KIV because I want a big bling and agreed with Sugar that I'll wait while he saves and get enough money to get a substantial piece of expensive carbon instead of wasting money on low grade, poorly designed jewellery.

So, he sold his mobile phone (yes that Samsung one) to get some cash out to buy me a present. I have no idea whether the sale was because he found the rate really good, or he did the silliest thing in the name of my belated present.

He didn't tell me about putting the phone on sale on hardwarezone because he wanted to give me a surprise.

He's so silly. He's so silly. He's so silly. Much loves.

Say ERRRRRRDINGER.




Flushed like hell!

That was the night at Walas, two weeks back, when I lost my wallet on a cab and retrieved it, and ate at Walas (NOT BAD!!!) and rekindled with my wheat lover. SUGAR TURNED ME INTO A BEER MONSTERRR!!! I used to drink whiskaaay, ya know.

ZOUK


The Newman Party pretty much sucked (what's with the board shorts, fuck man.) and I pretty much embarrassed myself by being the ticket to unhappening parties for my colleagues.

Before the NDP Dinner at Nee Soon CC.






I did some really unscrupulous thing to this picture. I'm such a liar.

The dinner wasn't too bad at all, and Sugsr was really sweet to accompany me to such a chichi dinner. I love you!

21 months. WOOOOO!

I bought $168 + $2 for Sammi Cheng's "Show Mi" Concert. I'm such a good girlfriend, I impress myself.

I prolly am carrying only half of my expected workload at the moment. Well, amidst whatever springs eternal from the fountain of hope, I'm pretty content with my job, and how things are in my life now. Sides the tuition lessons, that drain me silly, I am ALIVE.

And because of Joshua, we're gonna go Zouk for Newman's covergirl something party. I hope they play good music (ie. nothing that involves electronica heavily) and I can distract myself from feeling like shit before the skimpily clad girls. Although I'll be trying to create an otherwise non-existent cleavage, I'm fat. And the Hum Sup Lous there will be critising every girl at the party, I reckon. But, heck. I just wanna zouk la. Cheapo la. Free ma.

And I ALWAYS stick onto Sugar because that's the most viable thing to do. I can't possibly grind the wall fixtures so. Yeah.

I'm so not emo these days, I'm boring myself out. Shit.

It's Friday. And I OTed till 7pm to rush my boss a presentation. Effort well made. My boss appreciated my hardwork. Yeay.

I'm not a person who fears working hard. I'm someone who would do anything for someone I deem worthy of my blood and sweat. Ie. Anyone who knows the terms appreciation and gratitude.

Bought two tops at boonlay interchange. I love them. Heh. I am itching to visit that place again tomorrow... If Sugar doesn't bar me that is.

Okay. Enough of keyboards and monitors. I'm gonna go sleep now. Nighters.

I realised it isn't ethical to blog at work. But as long as I do not blog about the P&Cs around the office, I should be fine.

Okay. I finally understand the motivations behind weekly clubbing mandates of the yuppies. I realise. It is somehow. The only sane thing to do after a week of work. These days, TGIF really is TGIF. GODDD.

I shall get to work. I just stole a chest of drawers from another table. Yipee. Did some office housekeeping. I like my desk now.

My boss isn't in. How lonely.

Well, let's pretend that I have a very happening life.



I went to Rouge last Friday, after XO Beehoon and Settlers. It was to bid Hanming goodbye (since he's gonna get enlisted). Well, Rouge is still the same, except for the newly introduced band called Damn Irritating True Colours which was made up of only one.

Okay. I have been working and giving tuition for the past week. I watched Simpsons, and ate Chippy's. My life is so. Ya know. Mundane. But I'm quite content. My job is good. It involves things I like to do so much. I'm good. Happy, happy.

Stark contrast to my previous posts about how emo I was getting and shit. Well, it took me a month to get a job, considerably quick, but since I pestered the deities so much before I got my job at temples, drawing lots to have some sense of my life, I figured it made sense that they answered my prayers. Bahaha.

Finally. You have no idea how elated I was when I first got the news. I was whacking Sugar like a sandbag, out of euphoria. I. Am. So. Happy.

No, not me. The job agent I was trying to reach has gotten half day mc and gone home.

Rawwwwwrrrr.

I just can't get through to this certain job agent. Funny. We simply aren't fated I guess. Oh. And. Serene, thanks for the job you introed! I'll prolly call this afternoon. Hearts!

I have two job interviews this afternoon. At the same place. Bahahaha.

Well, it's a good company. Very good company. I wonder what will they ask me during the interview. I'm going to do my research now. Ehk!

I doubt I'll be employed anytime soon. Ehk. I have STROKES of bad luck whipping my sense of self away. I wanna emo. I wanna feel depressed. But failing to find a job is a fucking lousy reason to go prozac over. I mean. I'd rather save that for when I find a job, and whilst working hard, break down in that Lohan fashion. I'm trying so bloody hard to keep myself together and not brood over the lack of job opportunities and the lack of desirability I am to employers. I am cursed la. Nobody loves me. Boohoo.

Well. I'll just. Keep looking. Calm down, bitch.

I won't be saying all those "there was a time when people said that gary and joanna won't make it, but we did" kinda stuff anymore. Haha. I'm so patriotic.

The Boy and I have been together for 20 months. It dawned upon him that we've been together since 2005 that day. He was like "We've been together for that long???" Yes. I know I'm a terrific girlfriend and you're having too much fun to notice.

Factsheet. I've made due sacrifices and he has, as well. I don't know whether my incumbent employment is gonna do him any sorta good since he'll be neglected and like a chihuahua (bahahha), he can't be neglected all too much lest he gets grouched up and emo and finds another girl. If this falls through, I think I'll be working alot. And I mean. Everyday. And Sugar will be dying of loneliness. BOO. It was such when I was working weekend jobs. Thank god we've been there before, and all this is not like some big blob of unknown.

So, so. I'm gonna go for my interview soon. I have a stomach ache, prolly from anxiety, and I do not feel like killing my toilet bowl. Fucking lazy. Have you heard anyone who gets too lazy to take a dump? OMFG I'm a slug.

Ah gotta go prepare somemore, where my power suit and pray my toes won't hurt. Pointed heels are a BDSM affair. Bah.

Happy Harry Potter Premiering, CPZ.

I'm gonna watch it with Sugar on Thursday on his free tix.

I prolly am one of the few that loves Harry Potter but never gotten to reading the books. Aiya. I'm someone who's too lazy to shit. Why does this surprise you.

I need to do my Anne Rice. And prolly finally finish my last cm thick of Neverwhere. Eh. I started reading it in like. JC? I read the front part at least 3 times. But I've never finished it off.

Omg and I was thinking of doing Lit in NUS.

Talking about school, OMG I'm so waiting for September to come. Am I gonna get a second upper with the help of everything divine? Or a supposed second lower that I sorta have 70percent confidence in getting. (Unless UK hates me and flunks everything. CHOY!)

Interview tomorrow. Goodnights.

If you know me well enough, you'd realise that I'm an extremely superstitious person. While I have my own inclination towards the concept of self-determinism, I am a firm believer of fate, chance and providence. Like. There are some things that you can actively make a difference to. While others, it's just effing divine.

So, I had a lot drawn at a temple today by my Mom asking about me, since I figured it might be my lack of tact in question asking and therefore the weird answers that were given to me. Ehk. Okay. It's a bad lot, again. But this time, it tells me that one has lots to worry, split by choices, a little lost and to leave things to providence because in the end, that's what's gonna prolly see me through.

Providence. The P word that's more vulgar then penis to me now.

a little depressed now so I shall like, retire for the night and like, get some sleep. Why am I fucking pmsing when my period's over?

While I persist on my job hunt, finding everyone else around me employed, I can't help but feel, helpless. That's like. Double whammy helpless about helplessness existentialist fuckshit.

While I worry about the fate of my tuition kid, who's such a lovable boy, I worry about myself as well. Because time is a zero-sum element of life. There's only more efficient and never more time. And if I commit myself to a certain field of employment I might soon choose out of my very love of money and a little desperation, a job that requires all of my time. Monetary compensation included. But. Argh.

And then I get worried about whether I'd be ostracised in that particular sector. I hope and pray. That my weight problem wouldn't become a job problem. Dang.

I shall stop trying to burst my blouses open. Ehk. I hope I get into a company who's of a better reputation in that industry. If not, just give me the money, la.

My boyfriend is throwing a tantrum now and has sought refuge in the room opposite. I shall go coax that boy now. MEN!

Sugar and I went back to Top of the M (I'm suspecting that it'll become an annual event) armed with a 50% discount voucher that Sugar bid-ed for on ebay for 10 bucks on Saturday.

The place which brings me the fondest of memories.



We managed to catch some flag bearing flying objects in rehearsal for NDP.


The Boy.


Mushroom soup with truffles. My unofficial favourite soup. God!


Truffle.




Sunset!


Orchard in the evening on the eve of the gst hike.


Pan-seared duck liver. Oh my foie gras. I was literally on a high! This part of me, Sugar can never contemplate.


Sugar's duck dish with a really nice potato and bacon layered pastry with sour cream that was so nice.


Seven sins of chocolate.


The complimentary mint ice cream chocolate balls. We had these last year and were so excited to get them again because we love mint ice cream.


The really adorable singers. They sang Love Me Tender (Sugar dedicates this song everytime.) and Close To You by The Carpenters. They seemed to have been impressed by our choice of Old Man's music.


I like what I wore that evening. Oh, that's the toilet at topm. With a very slimming mirror.


Our waistbands were bursting. Happy bellies unite!

I wonder why we didn't take any pictures of ourselves. That's so. Weird.








I miss the very taste of this Mango Ayran this very very moment.

The food was great, the company was so fun. I had a great time. Thanks Prasad!

Okay, we had a minor (cough) tiff before the meetup. Well, all's good once we came together. Starbucks PS was terrorised by our ludicrous, loudmouthed, x-rated conversations.










You must be thinking, grow up already! But don't mess around with Auntie okay! I have a certified big face. Dang.

I finally got myself a new webpage. Yeayness. The picture was taken at Orchard MRT I think. I'd been having the pointed heel idea for the longest time and I finally got to doing it. I've included a tagboard. Oh god I hope there aren't any flamers. Enjoy!