7/31/2004 10:15:00 AM|W|P|FF|W|P|I finally sold my SATC Season 6 vcds at a loss of 5 bucks. But optimistically, it's depreciation. After all, it's been sitting in my closet for 2 weeks. Dust might have collected on it, and i've watched it haven't i? I have been having a run of bad luck lately. Firstly, i bought 2 tickets to watch the moscow circus tomorrow. guess what happened to them? i accidentally fucking threw them away, just like i accidentally threw away my sister's air ticket a few months back. Two nights ago, i was toe deep in shit. Literally. Didn't see the rascal leave her present in my living room and i stepped on something warm and soft. Sigh. I went to KL yesterday morning, and Thursday night i panicked cos i left my E-ticket in my office. I missed the last bit of Apprentice and the OC, took a frigging cab to my office, got my ticket and took a cab home. The next day, the lady at my counter doesn't even glance at my ticket. Worst thing is, boss brought a copy of my ticket for me. Argh. I know it's hard to get customers early in the morning and gracious feline that i am, I asked the cab driver who sent me to and from my office to collect my ticket whether he'd wanna fetch me to the airport at 445am. So he picked me up at 445am. Upon reaching the airport, he asked if i was going to claim this from the company. I said yes and he promptly added the 5 bucks advance booking fee. See how nice i was?!!!! Then his fucking credit card meter couldn't work! i had no cash with me, i had to walk down two floors, withdraw money and walk up 2 floors and pay him. MORAL OF THE STORY: IT DOES NOT PAY TO BE NICE. He did give me a $2 discount though. I was just venting. I'm not one of those people who start crying and get depressed or suicidal after a run of bad luck and look at the sky and scream "God, what the fuck did i do to deserve this shit?! Why are you picking on me? Why am i so sibei suay?!!" I takes things as they come, no point stressing over something that has already happened. I'm a cool cat.|W|P|109124134101631119|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/28/2004 09:50:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|Today, I sent an unwanted dog to a foster. When i got home, the rascal sniffed me all over. She looked miffed and refused to eat her favourite treats. I'm sorry sweety, i did two time you and i promise to try not to do it again. Tomorrow i'll be shifting to a new office! Hopefully my computer screen will be facing the wall so the boss will know not what i'm up to and i can play my yahoo games in peace. Oooh it pisses the hell outta me when someone is indifferent. The more i want to get their attention. STOP DOING THAT!! I HATE IT!! I have to say, besides not being able to stand people who type LiKe ThIs, i can't stand people who go like this..: Today my boyfriend farted *chuckle*. My exams are tomorrow *gulp*. I scared *shivers*. |W|P|109102321581097869|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/26/2004 09:10:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|Uh oh. It's nearing that time of the month again. I can feel the estrogen rushing through my bloodstream. I feel angry, sad and frustrated all at once. Guys should give thanks that the only hormones that affect them are testosterone. Easily solved with a shag or your right hand. hyuk hyuk. Work sucked today. We had this huge enquiry from one of our customers worth S$500K. Sounds yummy right? Wrong. Usually, the big projects involve shitloads of changes, revisions.. you get my point. I've changed the stupid design 8 times already. My boss is rubbing his hands in glee at the huge amount, and he keeps prodding me to show more joy for the company at the potential order. I don't give a rat's ass about it because 1) i don't get commission 2) i do all the fucking work 3) it's so fucking frustrating to keep getting calls from the customer saying he wants to change the design over and over again. I have lost all the enthusiasm for my job which i possessed when i first started. It's not something i'm enjoying, the benefits suck, the pay sucks, the only good thing about my job is that my boss is not a monster (heard 2 many stories about S'porean bosses). Guess that's the good thing about working for an angmoh boss. It sucks when you need a job to survive. Oklah, enough bitching. |W|P|109084804648707337|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/25/2004 01:08:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P| I just love presents(just like him), especially so when it's not my birthday. A friend of mine very kindly fetched my fat lazy arse and I to KFC for Zinger and chicken. Yums. To top it off, he gave the rascal and i presents he bought from Japan on his trip there last month for his ex-girlfriend's wedding. Tis a good Sunday today. :) |W|P|109073239110403309|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/25/2004 10:30:00 AM|W|P|FF|W|P|10:40am OOohhh, my fellow feline pal is such a gloater. Tsk tsk. Didn't mummy ever teach you not to brag? Braggers go straight down to hell when they die, together with the finicky. Had a weird night last night. Quickie beer with feline friend and then another not so quickie beer with my ex. He wanted to know everything about my current love life which is close to zilch and he told me all about his. Sigh, I think going out and trying to be friends so soon with any ex is just too plain weird. We've already made plans to go for nice German food next month (at my expense because i owe him a dinner). I'm really too gracious a feline. Miaow. Uh oh, my friend from Europe is drunk again, and he sounds horny. |W|P|109072328042259168|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/24/2004 01:30:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P| Blue steel............................ Magnum I'm feeling very very excited today. My housemate has just left for Sim Lim Square and he's gonna be buying me 256MB of memory for my notebook! Gone will be the days when my MSN Messenger hangs for no apparent reason, my Yahoo Games hang, my Winamp hangs and IE takes 3 minutes to load. Yippeeee. Still feeling lazy. Have intense craving for Zinger burger from KFC, but ass is too heavy to walk all the way there. |W|P|109064734524932148|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/24/2004 10:49:00 AM|W|P|FF|W|P|The rascal is adorable. First thing in the morning, she follows me to the kitchen where i hurriedly lay newspapers on the floor for her to pee. She sits down and watches me from the corner of her eyes. She refuses to pee until she's sure no one's in sight (shy shy like her mummy). I walk into my room, she listens raptly till she hears my footsteps fade, runs into the kitchen, squats over the papers and quickly pees. Sometimes in her anxiety, she misses the spot, but i reckon she has a 90% hit rate, so that's good enough for me. Last night, I indulged and it was absolutely sinful. Had a mudpie AND a vanilla milkshake. :( Felt guilty after the indulgence, but what the hell, a person is allowed to falter on a Friday night. It's a lovely cool windy morning. I'm tempted to stay in all day. Maybe I will. |W|P|109064086634214365|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/23/2004 01:11:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|I hate automatic flushing systems. When I’m sitting on the toilet and fidget a bit, the stupid sensor senses it and the toilet flushes. My poor arse is drenched in toilet water. Lesson learnt: Keep very still while sitting on the toilet. It’s finally Friday. I got through this week effortlessly although it was just another uneventful 5days. It’s nearly August and time is flying by so quickly it scares me a little. Oooh, the Apprentice is fantastic! If you need a good dose of bitching and backstabbing to keep you on your toes, this is THE reality series for it.  This series is enough to satisfy my weekly cravings for reality TV shows and that’s saying a lot! What do I have planned for the weekend? Coffee tonight, dogrun tomorrow arvo and coffee tomorrow night. I don’t know why I say coffee when I don’t drink coffee at all. Sundays are reserved for laundry and quality time with the rascal. Have a great weekend everybodeee!!!   |W|P|109055950926485496|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/22/2004 09:02:00 AM|W|P|FF|W|P|Wrote a short note to my most recent ex yesterday to say hi and ask what he's been up to. Gracious feline that I am, i always try to maintain a good relationship with all my exes. Up till now i think i've pretty much succeeded in doing just that, much to the admiration of my girlfriends (they are on bad terms with most of their exes). Actually, there is one ex in particular i can't quite penetrate. We haven't seen each other since the day we broke up, despite me msging him once in a blue moon to ask how he is, I am always ignored. He hates me with a passion and i'm flabbergasted as to why he does so. I am also secretly pleased to have the power to provoke such hatred in a person. I mean, our breakup was very very bad, no doubt about that. Yet, it was a mutual decision that doesn't warrant such hatred. Don't get me wrong,  i don't really care whether he hates me or not, but i think it's the challenge of breaking through his walls. I'm not quite succeeding just yet. Yes, call me bitch if you want... all together now... BITCH. |W|P|109045937157023790|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/20/2004 02:10:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|2:06pm   My colleague just went off for the day. I told her i'd cover for her. It's her husband's birthday today and she wants to go and buy flowers and a cake for him. She told me, every year, they'd take the day off work to spend together at home. At night, they'd go to their favourite seafood restaurant at East Coast with the family. How sweet to keep the romance alive even after 30 years of marriage. Her husband died last year though, but she still keeps his memory alive. How hard it must be for her to be alone after having someone's hand to hold, someone to snuggle up with at night and someone to love and cherish for so long. |W|P|109030405371419525|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/20/2004 09:04:00 AM|W|P|FF|W|P|I don't mind it when i'm supposed to meet a friend at the shopping mall and she turns up 20 mins late. I can browse around on my own or try on some bootiful clothes. BUT, when my friends are late for movies, I get furious. People who don't have the common courtesy to arrive BEFORE a movie starts piss me off. I don't care if i miss the trailers, but if i miss the start of the movie, that really irks me! Sigh, my friend was late yesterday, but i forgave him because he was very apologetic and bought me dinner. So all's forgiven. By the way, King Arthur ain't that good.   Whilst on this topic, i realised girls are more often late than guys. There was once i was supposed to meet my girlfriend at Devil's at 10pm. I called her at 9:30 to make sure she was on her way before i left. Yes she was in the MRT approaching Bugis. Great. I arrived at Devil's at 9:50 and stood outside tapping my my foot impatiently. At 10pm, she msged saying she'd be late. Fuck, i thought, maybe the train broke down. But apparently, this idiot had gotten off the train at halfway to buy dinner! She arrived at 10:45, took 15mins to eat her dinner, and we went in at 11pm. THIS is the reason why i hate having girlfriends. I can't show much of my displeasure at girlfriends, because despite being inconsiderate and plain dumb, i can't show them my displeasure because they're also sensitive n take offence! Or maybe i have the wrong girlfriends.   Mood: Hungry Music: Rasmus - In the Shadow |W|P|109028626319983605|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/19/2004 05:20:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|Finally got to watch the last season of Sex and the City. Sigh. I am speechless. I love the show and i wish there were 10 more seasons to go. But hell, all good things must come to an end.   I'm watching King Arthur tonight. I realise something - when i'm in a relationship, i abandon my social life. And every time i'm immersed back into singledom, i have to slowly crawl back into and piece back with superglue, what social life i had before the last relationship. I don't know why the two can't mesh, but i kinda like it that way. :) It seems that i don't like to focus on more than one thing at a time, is that a good thing?     |W|P|109022916475408084|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/15/2004 09:05:00 AM|W|P|FF|W|P|I had the worst nightmare ever last night. My boyfriend (have no idea who it was) and I were driving along the Penang Bridge (I was the driver) late at night. I know it was late because it was dark and there were no cars on the street. I saw the speedometer needle at 150km/hr and while going round a bend on the bridge, I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. The car instantly skidded, I jammed on the brakes as hard as I could but to no avail, we hit the railing and the car flew off the bridge into the water. Everything was happening in slow motion, it was as though I was a third party watching the scene. I was fortunate enough to be thrown out of the car before the car sank. The next thing I knew it was morning, and I was watching the car being pulled out of the water. The rescuers opened the car door and my dead boyfriend fell out. I went into hysterics and at that moment, I woke up with a start. What a crap way to start my day! Anyway, today is probably the closest day Singapore can ever get to winter. It was windy, cool, raining and gloomy. I love this kinda weather. It’s perfect for sleeping and reminds me of Oz.  |W|P|108985375908992435|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/14/2004 10:54:00 AM|W|P|FF|W|P|10:51AM Everyday when I get home, the dog sniffs me like a suspicious lover. She sniffs my legs, arms, hands and when she finds the scent of another canine, she gets even more curious and starts sniffing my handbag trying to figure out who the mysterious canine is. Not one day goes by when I don’t get “interrogated”. I found it cute at first, but now, I think it’s getting darned annoying, but I love her all the same. I cannot believe we’re past half the year already. Time flies all too fast, and still I’m not having fun. I’ve planned a trip to Oz again in September and another to Hong Kong in December for shopping. Ahh, that’s better. |W|P|108977367097232066|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/11/2004 07:11:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|7:06PM In case you're colour blind, I've got a new blog template. Didn't realise standard templates from blogger have improved drastically till Mr. Miyagi said so. Cool. Anyway, this is plain and simple and i prefer it to my earlier one where i had to constantly squint my eyes to read what i'd posted. Have you ever regretted NOT doing something so much so you feel like kicking yourself in the head? Yesterday, HE wanted to come over cos he said he had a good reason to (read previous entry), and in my half concious state I didn't bother to ask what. Now, i'm curious as hell why HE wanted to come over, yet i don't want to ask him just in case he thinks i'm still pining for him. Which i'm not. I need a life. So help me God. Read a book today, while snacking on junk food. See, this is what happens when there's no one around to look out for me. I get complacent when it comes to my health and don't bother eating proper meals. That's why i'm a picture of prosperity when i'm single - fat and frumpy cos i simply can't be bothered. Oh, a friend of mine, who's in Europe started chatting with me this morning. It was about 2am there, and he'd just come home drunk. Besides the usual polite conversation about how i'm doing here, he moaned almost desperately that he was horny as hell and started flirting like crazy. Guess he wanted some cybersex:) but i'm not into that kinda shit. Takes too long and fingers hurt from incessant typing. Soon after, he found a free porn website and went off to satisfy his urges. I miss him. |W|P|108954515230246189|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/11/2004 10:11:00 AM|W|P|FF|W|P|10:07AM Last night was scary. My sister and my housemates were not around, so Didi and I were the only ones at home. The weird thing is, i kept hearing noises right outside my door. I heard my sister's door opening and closing, I heard footsteps outside. Needless to say i was as scared as a mouse. Went to sleep with unbrushed teeth, yucky huh? Finally fell asleep about 2, and was rudely awoken by the ex at 4am. He was drunk and wanted to come over. Got slightly pissed off when i said no and i could sense the beginning of a senseless drunken argument erupting, so i hung up and set my phone to silent mode. Didn't get back to sleep till about 5. I can't stand inconsiderate drunk people. For fuck's sake it was 4 am and there were ghosts in my house! Mood: Sleepy Music: Nothing |W|P|108951223067497779|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/10/2004 05:28:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|5:24PM I was clearing my closet today when i came across 2 photo albums. They were hidden in the deep recesses of my closet and for very good reason too. I'm unsure whether or not to throw them away, I'm not sentimental enough to keep past memories, but i wonder whether i would want to walk down memory lane when i'm old and wrinkled. Are these memories worth keeping? Would i want to look back at these memories? I don't know the answers, so for now, in my closet they'll stay. Yesterday some guy working in the same building as me asked me to go clubbing at Centro. I balked at the very idea of having to dress up, get into the mood of clubbing and nursing a hangover the next day. I chose to stay at home and slept early. The dog puked on my bed again last nite. This is the third time in 3 weeks that i've had to change my sheets. I think the poor dear can't stand the aircon. Later, i'll be going to satisfy my craving of Swedish meatballs. Mood: Mellow Music: N sync - Up Against The Wall|W|P|108945219236460897|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/08/2004 12:40:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|12:36PM Blogger sucks. Where is my last post? I've clicked "publish" about a gazillion times. Aish. My dog has blocked anal sacs. How do i know this? She did her business early this morning and promptly jumped on my bed and dragged her butt across my comforter, rubbing her a-hole on it to get rid of the itch. Advice that was given to me was "Pinch her a-hole at 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock and squeeze hard. Smelly liquid will squirt out, just wipe it off". I am NOT looking forward to that. Mood: Looking forward to the weekend Music: Tata Young - Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me|W|P|108926186013220328|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/05/2004 10:52:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|10:52PM What do you do when someone asks you "did you love me when we were together?"? It was a short and bitter 2 month relationship nearly a decade ago. I don't remember much about it yet i didn't have the heart to say no. So i said "Up till now I don't know what love means, but i think i did." and that made him happy. That's good enough for me. Sometimes white lies are a necessity. When i asked the same question back he replied without hesitation "Of course i did" and to find that out 1 decade later, i feel humbled. My boss was horrible today. He had to finish some last minute assignment and made me go all the way to the airport to pick up a Vietnamese colleague of ours. I brought him to his hotel @ Orchard road and then to makan at the food fest nearby. One hour later, after queueing in the sweltering heat, we finally got to chomp on stingray, lala and other Singaporean food. Was quite worth the wait though and he was a charming funny little fellow. Mood: Tired Music: Bryan Adams - Please Forgive Me|W|P|108903965072630676|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com7/04/2004 05:19:00 PM|W|P|FF|W|P|5:17PM OK, despite my last entry, i had a blast in KL. I was reminded how good it feels being in your home country and knowing you grew up there (well, most parts anyway) and that you're always welcome there. I love the nightlife in KL, the way all the clubs light up enticingly with all the hot chicks crowding the entrances of the clubs. The definition of beauty in Singapore is one who is skinny (with or without boobs), rebonded hair and wears revealing clothes (despite having nothing to reveal). Even if you have the face of a gargoyle but you meet the three requirements, you're still bootiful in singapore. In Malaysia, it's different. Even fat chicks dress sexily and have the confidence to pull it off and they're considered beautiful. That beats the superficiality in Singapore, and i love that. I met up with an old flame in KL (well, two actually) but this particular one was someone who i hadn't seen in 8 years. He's still the same old person and i'm full of admiration for him. Due to an unfortunate accident a few years back, he's wheelchair bound. Yet the energy, confidence and charisma that he exudes makes one forget that he's different from the rest. He was smooth and sweet and made my heart pound a million times a minute. RESPECT (as Ali G put it). It makes me realise that life could be worse and we should be grateful for whatever we have. Also, before i left, i found out the ex is attracted to one of his colleagues. Bitch that i am, his attractiveness soared in my eyes once i found out he was over me. Bitch that i am, i flirted openly and hinted that my interest in him hadn't waned. Bitch that i am, i lost interest again when i found out HIS interest in ME hadn't waned too. Mood: Mellow Music: 911 - The Day We Find Love|W|P|108893343200565041|W|P||W|P|ms.finicky@gmail.com