Complaint letter addressed to Mr Wong

I am having the worst bout of sickness I've had in a while.

Its the flu and fever and the cough. But its the flu that gets to me.

I finally finish blowing my nose, and I look at the pile of used tissues, and I think: that's a lot of mucus. And then it starts clogging up 30mins later and I have to do it again. I mean, I don't even have that much pee in me!

I hate being sick, and its all your fault, Lionel Wong.

I refuse to be one of you

People see what they want to see.

I've been wearing the same ring for the last year. It is a beautiful ring, a large diamond clasped in a four-pronged silver band. And its fake. Got it for cheap at one of those roadside stores in Japan.

I like it, because I find a perverse pleasure at wearing it and waving it around at people who care about carats and cut and clarity and tell them that its fake after the requisite "Oh nice ring, how much was it?" and then have them tell me how dull it looks after finding out.

But strangely, not long after I became attached, people around start asking me if the ring was given by Lionel. Hmm... the same people to whom I've gleefully told the story of my cheap ring.

The marrying season is upon us, and people see signs and portents everywhere.

Dazed days

Its really hard to describe this relationship I'm in now...

It is unbelievably amazing, and everything's perfect, even when we fight. Its so ... Unreal. Its like discovering colour when all you've had before was black and white.

There was an invisible line, attached to both of us. And when we met, it pulled us inexorably towards each other. It was unavoidable. Its an explosion of emotions, like a train hitting you, leaving u dazed. Its all u can think about, all you care about. Life could go past you, and you wouldn't care, as long as he's with you.

Its scary, because it consumes your life. And I don't ever want it to end..

Flights of Fan$y

Jean dreams of a private jet that will take her anywhere she wants to go. Like Melbourne.

Jean dreams of a coupla million dollars she wishes she had so that she could buy the aforesaid jet.

Jean dreams of working with numbers and earning that coupla of million dollars soon.

Jean's path is long and her coupla million dollars never seem as tenous as it seems now.

Jean knows of an apartment that she really, really, really wants to buy.

Oh Jean.

In Limbo

Ever felt like the world is holding its breath, and something momentous is going to happen? Like waiting for the hero to burst into the scene, or the stopping of a time-bomb at the last second. You hold your breath, and then let it out when it finally happens.

I am holding my breath now. It seems like the world is drained of colour, and moving at snail's pace. Time is passing slowly and heavily. Crowds pass by you, and you are once part of everything, and also apart.

Like every book that ends the 2nd last chapter with "They part, promising to meet again" and starts the last chapter of the book with "It has been 3 years, and once again they are breathing the same air ..."

No mention of the years intervening, of what happened, of their lives, because the years apart did not mean anything. Nothing meant anything until they met again. Years spent in limbo.

Like now. I am waiting. Waiting for my life to begin again.

Jeg savner en mand

Jeg savner en mand. Han har et drilsk smil, et par stærke arme, mørke øjne og strittende hår. Han er sjov og vidunderligt. Han er alt, hvad jeg ønskede og aldrig vidste. Han er langt væk, og jeg længe og længes efter ham hver dag. Men han er kærlighed, og jeg ville ikke ændre noget for verden.

I Crazy Love You

I am totally, crazily, utterly in love.

This overwhelming sense of happiness will warp my ability to write and post for a while, because everything that comes out will revolve around and about this new, wonderful romance. Which is disgusting for people not living in the same rose-tinted cloud that I am currently on.

Which is why I won't be posting as often, after all, amidst the rainbow-hued haze that I am in, I know I shouldn't subject normal rational human beings to the mush that is now my brain.

=) love you all.

Jean has a problem with FB

Jean has a problem.

Facebook as you know, has a ton of fun games. Much as I would love to join in the race for 150k medal in Bejewelled, or top my best friend's score in WordTwist, the sad sad truth is that I am not (latest)FlashPlayer enabled.

Why?

Flash requires a operating system of Mac OS 10.4 and above. Which mean Leopard. I am still on Tiger. I refused to spend USD$150 to buy Leopard and do not know how to illegally d/l it.

No FB videos, games and all that for me.

=(

P.S Jean flies off today to Amsterdam for 5 days, 2 days to Denmark and 4 in Melbourne! I gloat, but you see? I am also burning a hole in my pocket.

No hope for art

The dismal state of local short films is easily expressed by a simple example.

Film sypnosis : Man who has been stand-in actor for 40years is disappointed to be rejected for the role he has been preparing for all these years; King Lear. He does an impassioned scene (badly, on purpose? Sweat does not equate passion). He spirals into insanity and roams the street, wearing a stolen King Lear costume. Ends with him desperately banging on the door of a defunct, boarded up theatre apparently seeking a stage for him to perform on.

Q & A session after a screening of a film:

(Director is overseas, leaving the camera man and crew to fend questions.)

Q: Its obvious that there is strong references to King Lear, with the impotence of the male lead and that insanity issue. What is the message of this film that you want to convey?

A: Actually I don't know what the film is about. Our focus is actually about the collaboration between the 3 of us? Because (the Director) is Malaysian, I am Singaporean and (the Scriptwriter) is from India. We are very interested in the clash of our cultures and that is why we choose to make this film. It is a zero budget film (WHA!..... so?).

I walked out of the Q&A session. Feeling extremely insulted and incensed. The film I actually admired, because of their attempt to show the passion of actors have for their art. If you guys want to make a film about cultural clashes, please do! Don't pick a script for its nationality! Don't tell an audience that tried to understand your point, love the idea, forget about the bad cinematography, bad acting and bad direction that You Don't Really Know What The Film is About.

Pui!

Life flashes before your eyes before death

Secondary School Testimonal:

JY is level headed and has been able to handle herself well. This will put her in good stead for her future.



I might seem ditsy sometimes, but I've always thought myself to be the chill bean under stress. Unflappable. Level head. Logical. Practical.


Till now.


It seems I've been on a roller coaster ride, strapped into my seat and looking at the end of the tracks where I shall be hurled into oblivion. It has been a week of heart thumping explosions and fireworks. I have not been smart, or cool or composed. I have made some decisions that is... least to say, ill-advised. I simply have thrown my brain away. As scary as that sounds, it has been a wonderful time. I have not felt as alive as I have. I have been honest with my instincts, and ignored all the alarm bells.

What will Jean do now? The ride is ending.

Making life easier for myself

How do you idolize anyone that you don't know?

I would admire and respect a cool head, a caring heart, a responsible character.

I will not admire celluloid beauty. I will disdain manufactured coolness.

I will swear this oath, and love myself more everyday.

Because honestly, waiting for someone else to love you is akin to waiting for a letter from Extreme Makeover.

One-in-a-million-chance, painful process, a shiny, Barbie-ques face, and all in all, a dubious result.

David's New Snail

What does a kid do when his pet snail dies? Go to a Snail Store! Voiced over by David and animated by David's dad. Love Love the awesome cuteness!

click on title for clip.

Beatbox Harmonica by Yuri Lane

Yuri Lane and his ultracool beatbox harmonica. Cool vid, cool music. BBoys are cool after all!

LED Sheep Art

Trippy video of shepherds making their sheep run around for amusement. Too much time on their hands? but really really fun. =)

Ranting/Angry girl post.

Once in a while, on various networking websites, blogs.. I'll see something like..

"Just a simple girl/guy looking for xxx and wandering my way around the world blah blah boring blah."


Honestly if you are as simple as you say you are, then you wouldn't need to explain that you are simple. Duh?

Simple also calls to mind Jar Jar Binks, so please, please my dear friends. You are not simple.

Luxuriate in the complexity that is yourself. The peculiarities that only you possess. You are unique. And stop calling yourself simple. That's silly.


P.s. I have decided that there is not much point writing for no one to read, so I am opening the blog up to FACEBOOK

*GASP!*
The horror!
The judgment!
The voyeurs!

The possibility that someone might want to continue reading this? Well I try my best. After all, I write to entertain, mostly.

Not the best time

Have not been in a particularly humorous mood recently, so pardon my emo-ness.

Alot of things happening at the same time, and also too little.

I am very busy, and also darn free. Complicated.

There is nothing I want to jump into yet, and would much rather take it slow.

After all, good stews take a good long time to cook, and instant noodles and all its MSG gives me a salty aftertaste for a long while after. Not very pleasant.



Well that was rather cryptic.

A game I like.

Daily routine of a girl:

7.20am = Woken by Alarm, back to sleep.

7.25am = Woken by Snooze, back to sleep.

7.30am = Woken by Snooze, back to sleep.

7.35am = Woken by Snooze, back to sleep.

7.40am = Woken by Snooze, turned off Snooze, set Alarm for 9am, back to sleep.

9.00am = Wake. Look at Clock. Panic.


My life would be changing shortly, but I am going to make the best out of it. It has been a long year, but I have had fun. Recently have had a bit more fun than expected, and would like to just luxuriate in this freewheeling, tumbling feeling. I am no longer the girl I was, and I won't ask for more.

Welcome to this year.

I keep forgetting my passwords

which is why I haven't written for a while.

Well well, no big news, financial world is crashing down around my ears, still unattached, no change so far, and definitely no inspiration for any funny posts.

but I have gotten my writing vibe again, so keep your eyes out for more in the near future!

Just need a whorl of inspiration to hit me.

No stalkers please

I like a smiley face and a sense of humor.

I like competency and eloquence.

I like confidence and opinion.

I like a lot of things, but most importantly, I must like you.

And when I do, please like me too.

Free Frags

Its been a terrible day, terrible week, terrible month recently.

Terrible for the financial markets.

I am not so sure on how it will go from now on, the biggest beating that the financial markets has ever gotten.

I am slightly luckier, or maybe just poorer, because I have no CDO exposure, or any sort of bank/subprime exposure, because all my exposures are on my bookshelves and wardrobe.

At this time, its not such a bad thing, yeah?

Nick Pitera must have been a choirboy

On the topic of funny things... Nick Pitera is a animator at Pixar by day, and a mimic singer by night. Check these out.


Nick singing A Whole New World in Disney's Aladdin.


Nick's awesome Whitney Houston's I Will Always Love You.

All that trouble part 2

Inspired by the recent articles on Straits Times about our countrymen's inability to get married and procreate and do our national duty, I have spent precious brain cells on the hazards of dating. Apparently, while we can be perfectly wonderful friends and colleagues, a large portion of us commit disastrous faux pas while dating.

In view of that, I have a short list below, for the ladies that might need some help in identifying the usual suspects. While I can't help with your dates, hopefully the list will help you identify and quickly analyze the possibilities of potential in a guy.

The Usual Suspects:

1. The Mummy's Boy-type: Nice to your aunt, uncle and the whole family. Most probably a nice, gentlemanly type, attractive at 1st glance, but shrinks in horror when confronted with a cockroach. If you like being treated like a princess, this type is recommended. Mummy usually tells them to be nice to girls.

2. Macho Man-type: Mr Macho will pay for all your meals on a date, chauffeur you around (if he drives), and in his application form at LLL Dating agency, states "submissive" as one of his criteria for a date. This type are prone to retaliation if his affections are not returned, i.e send a bill for the expenses incurred to the girl. Good for girls who are independent, strong and successful.

3. Playboy/BadBoy-type: Usually cute, but evasive about their career and life. They are great for dancing on the dance floor, but never calls you after they get your number. (Why do they bother asking then?) I would ask girls to beware of this type, but then I would be knocking my head on the wall.

4. Career Man-type: Typical case of work taking over their life, they now spend time looking for, and being match-made by well-intentioned friends. Like aunties at a market buying fish, these men know what they want, and will try their best to get it. Might be scary for girls who aren't ready to date, meet his parents, get married and have babies within 5 dates.



There you go, 4 simple types. Not all men are the same, and some might be combinations of different ones, and I might have missed out a few other types as I am too lazy. Dating might be as fun as getting your tooth extracted, but like someone famous once said, "Go Forth, And Multiply!"



p.s. I myself is partial to none, so there is no bias to the above list. On the other hand... a bouquet of lilies wrapped in foliage is most recommended for any form of bribery. And yes, there is a link to it!

Lace and tissues are no fun, I like them unique!

All this trouble

The world of dating is a perilous one.

You wonder if the guy likes you, or just out for some fun.

You wonder what kind of impression you are making on him.

You wonder if you truely enjoy his company, or am just lonely.

All this trouble, just to fall in love.


Sometimes I wonder if its worth it, and then I remember all these games that single people play. Trying to understand each other, to tease each other, to give and receive affection, all these just to find that special someone at the end of the day.

There is still a long way to go, and I will not settle for anything less than falling in love.

Fascinating Creatures

Am currently undergoing training at my new job.

It seems like deja vu, as I went through the exact same thing the year before. This time round, the group is older, more mature, and somehow, more interesting.

There is a rather good mixed of ages, and I find everyone quite fascinating.
I have already absorbed a wealth of knowledge in the short short time we've gotten together.

For example:

1. An Air Stewardess* can spot another Air Stewardess a table away, just with one look at what each is wearing and carrying. ( wow... )

2. With age, comes the amazing ability for someone to sleep through a lesson and yet ace the test immediately after. ( wow... )

3. If you are too young to master the skill mentioned above, learning to sleep with your eyes wide open is easier.

4. Bankers are all pretty good looking/or just well groomed people. Have I mentioned this before? I must have, as I find it endlessly amazing. They actually.. care.

5. It is possible to look 28 forever, the secret, according to the Air Stewardess, who doesn't look a day over 28 but has long since crossed that road, is to make friends with young and hunky men like Pretty Boy*.

Why?

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Their energy and youth help to keep you young at heart!

What did you think? This is a PG-rated blog you dirty-minds!

and finally....

6. Every Pretty Boy should come with his own Representative*. I met the Rep last friday and boy was his sales pitch convincing. I almost admitted to the Rep that Yes, the Pretty Boy was really Pretty. ( hmm... )



*Names have been changed to protect their identities.



Well, despite everything, I hope I manage to finish my graduation eventfully, and pass all my exams, and of course, get to watch my fascinating classmates more.

Moving house in Perth

I spent the 1st 2 days in Perth helping Alison move house. There was a lot of carrying involved. Her place was awesome even before we cleaned it up.

2 bedroom apartment, generous kitchen, perfectly done up toilet(!) and really nice parquet flooring.

Alison has pointed out before that she has a million expressions. I vouch for that.

Living at a friend's place is unlike staying in a hotel. For one, you spend quite a bit of time cooking, grocery-shopping and cleaning up. I loved it. I must admit that I now know more about cooking and shopping than before.

We spent many afternoons in cafes, sampled a lot of pototo wedges, and basically just whiled away the time.

We had an afternoon when we were too lazy to go too far, and decided instead to go to the wide green field in front of Alison's place, sat on the green grass, and fingerpainted with acrylics (we're too cheap to buy brushes). We had bought 2 canvases and a box of acrylic the day before at a discount store. It was meant to be for her room. After 1 hour plus, I ended up with a possessed black swan dipped in oil spill, and Alison with.... abstract art. But it was fun.

Random scenes of Perth.

Another park I love, right smack in the city, the smaller sister of King's Park - Queen's Park. Very nice. Very peaceful.

Perth is a friendly city. Walk around and strangers will greet you. Sit in a park and elderly couples on strolls will wave good morning to you. Get on a bus, and hear everyone say goodday! to the bus driver. Its great.

And the amount of bookstores and cafes!? Heaven, I tell you...

Do you know? I love Perth.

Help save the Totoro Forest

Did you know that Sayama Forest, the woods that inspired Hayao Miyazaki in My Neighbor Totoro, is in jeopardy of becoming victim to urban sprawl? In a creative effort to prevent this, Pixar Animations Studio is teaming up with a bunch of cool contemporary artists in a mega-auction fundraiser on September 6th. After that, starting September 20, the art will be displayed at the San Francisco Cartoon Art Museum.

Totoro Forest Project Main Page

Margaret River Wino

Hey hey, just a quickie, extended my vacation, and will be in Perth till Sunday.

I love Perth, by the way..

I have thought about going off to Perth for at least a month, but only actually put it into action 2 days before I left.

Which is why I set off from home without a visa or accommdation(for the 1st 2 days). But I managed to get on the plane, and find myself a place to sleep without much trouble at all. To be honest, it has been rather fun and exciting.

And I am going off to Margaret River now~ a day of wine-tasting and cheese-guzzling!


Ciao! More photos when I am back.

Hey Mate!

Writing from an internet cafe in Perth!

Some quick updates:

1. it turns out a visa is needed to enter Australia. I'm glad I found that out. At the airport. 2 hrs before I was supposed to board the plane.

2. answers like "erm.. sightseeing?" to questions like "what are you going to do in Perth" by airport personnel causes airport security to want you to bring you to a nice quiet corner, and open up your luggage, poke through your underwear, ask you all sorts of personal questions.

That's all for now, my 15mins is up, and it has been rather interesting and fun Down Under so far.

Also, I might be extending my trip. I have fallen in love with my friend's bathroom. Hot water and a warm bathroom is a precious commodity in winter.

See ya again soon~

Mike's Legacy

Ignore the cheesy start, but this is a must-watch for all Final Fantasy/Animation Fans.

I mean... HONESTLY FUNNY.

Babusha Fight Club

In Soviet Russia … babushkas aren’t afraid to settle their differences with violence. Old lady violence, that is.

Haha, fascinating. Blue is obviously winning, but Red is bearing up, even giving Blue time to catch a breather now and then.

Happy Father's Day

One of the greatest characters in cartoon history is Calvin’s dad in the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson.

Here’s a neat collection of Calvin’s dad explaining how the world actually works to his inquisitive son. For example:

Q. Why does the sun set?
A. It’s because hot air rises. The sun’s hot in the middle of the day, so it rises high in the sky. In the evening then, it cools down and sets.
Q. Why does it go from east to west?
A. Solar wind.

Read More Here

Kids are so cute

Kids are so cute, I can't stand it.

I spent a better part of 30 minutes cooing over my friend's newborn, happily ignoring the mother and father.

Kids are so cute, I can't stand it.

They look so cute when they are sweaty and smiling as they zoom about in their tiny bikes. They still look cute when they can't decide where to go and make sudden turns on the bike pathway, instantly becoming a road hazard. They get even cuter as they blush and apologise for being in the way and causing you to land on your butt - really really hard. Hard enough to need painkillers for the next few days. And worry about fractures.

Kids are so cute, I can't stand it.

A new Tradition

I spent 3 days in Bintan 3 months ago
(referring to the The Perfect Weekend several posts ago)

had a rollicking good time with really fun people

And we are going to do that again! In 2 months! Whoopee!

Didn't get the pictures till now, so here u go, for all who love beaches and vacations!





There was a pub, a long long walkway stretching out to the sea.
The open air pub was in the middle of the sea.

Really really nice.

Really really nice.

6 hours to a license

I was set adrift recently.

The current was strong, and the wind was weak.

And I was new at this, so I got blown off course, out of the breakwaters and into the expansive sea.

I stood there, lost and directionless, until my instructor came to save me.

"Hi Lady, you're off course, I'll sail this back, and see you back at the breakwaters."

"Thanks."

"Were you in my class before? You seem familiar."

"......................... Yes. I am so sorry."


It was my 2nd time windsurfing at East Coast. The 1st time was a 6 hr lesson, and this would my 1st attempt alone. Its scary... out on the sea.



Life is like that sometimes.


If I could change anything I would.. but to be honest, I am such a mess that I no longer know what to do anymore.

I would like to take some time to be alone.