I'm so angry!
I'm so angry!!

I'm soooooo angry!!!!!

I've been reading the speculations of some supposed experienced soccer watchers
about the starting line-up for tonight's super important match.

And the bloody idiots were saying tt
the Gyoza shd start instead of Tor,
while Fab plays in place of Vi.

SSSSHOLES!!!!!

You can't just decide who is a better player based on the no. of goals scored.

So what if he is the top scorer for la liga?
So what if he netted more goals than Tor in uefa 2008?
Tor performed OUTRAGEOUSLY well in his 1st season in EPL too ok.

The gyoza was plain lucky cos Fab was sharp in his assist in the match against Russia,
and the defenders were already tired out chasing Tor and
thus needless to say, were paying him less attention.

I mean, after all, his name is not FERNANDO TORRES.

And excuse me,
don't forget that he is that idiot who missed the penalty against Italy.

Tor has not performed up to expectations,
that's true.
But even his disappointing performances are better than the Gyoza's surprisingly good ones.

I'm not well-versed in the art of watching soccer,
but I can identify deft dribbling
(like the one Tor demonstrated to gain a corner for Spain against Italy),
I can identify selfless play
(like the numerous times he assisted in goals),
and that's something the gyoza can never do.

Can't these people see that the gyoza is just lucky?
Waiting out for brilliant opportunities and passes from people like Fab?

I'm so angry!!!
I'm so angry!!!
I'm still angry!!!!

And I get angry every time I see people sayin tt Tor shd sit out on tomorrow morning's match.

It's alrdy super worrying tt Vi'll miss the match.
Let's hope Ballack will miss it too.
And that stupid Gyoza will not play in place of Vi of Tor.

There's a reason why Tor is in the 1st team,
and there's a reason why Liverpool was willing to pay more than 20million for him.

The Gyoza will never be a fit replacement for him.

N dumbdumb Tor,
you better justify my anger over these speculations by playing well....

Whether it's heart pain,
or heart Spain,

It'll all be revealed in less than 11 hours time.

I doubt I'll be getting any sleep tonight.

And dumbdumb Tor,
u better don't disappoint me again.
U're in serious danger of losing your no. 1 spot to Sil or Cas....

Premonition:
a feeling of evil to come; a steadily escalating sense of foreboding
(Dictionary.com)

Just a few days ago,
while galpal n I were having a mini sms-chat,
I told her that life's too good for me.
I don't believe in no strings attached bliss.
Afterall, I'm not exactly a good person.
I shdn't have a blessed life.

There's just this feeling of unease that I cannot seem to shake off,
like something bad is about to happen.

It did yesterday.
And it came in the form of an sms.

"**AS asked me to resign..." the incoming sms read.

Despite my disbelief,
I knew that it's true.
There and then,
I understood its implications.

It wasn't something that I swallowed easily.
It wasn't easily digestible.

Afterall, who can take the news of being asked to leave
in a calm manner?

This is definitely a stupid mistake.
An effective management wouldn't undertake such foolish actions.

You talk abt cost-cutting.
I don't see how asking your most experienced,
most productive staff to leave cuts your costs,
when you are actively recruiting new staff with not even fluff for their brains,
with no basic common sense to speak off,
not to mention the lack of manners and maturity,
and paying them wages for a training that they don't even bother paying attention to.

Call centres have notoriously high turn-over,
resulting in costly mistakes due to wrong information conveyed.
We didn't choose to abandon the organisation to the vices of the newbies,
we were asked to.

Good luck to you my dear organisation.
I look forward to seeing your name being mentioned in the papers again.
No doubt, with people lidat,
people apt at hiding malicious intentions behind friendly smiles
manning the helm.

No wonder talents never remain in public service.
Because honestly,
it doesn't look as if these are valued.

All good things come to an end.
The person who coined the phrase must be a genius.
They say only idiots repeat these famous sayings.
As it is now,
I don't mind being the idiot,
because it's proven isn't it,
that there are always bigger idiots out there
PHYSICALLY as well as mentally?

AM once told me that she's always found it amazing that in all the time that she knew me,
she's never once heard me say anything bad abt said organisation.
It has always been nice things.

Let this be the first and last time then.

Disappointment:
A state of being depressed or discouraged due to the failure of one's hopes or expectations
(dictionary.com)

Please don't blame me for my lack of updates despite the end of exams.
I just find that there are alot of more meaningful,
more important matters to attend to,
such as doing my part to uphold justice.

I told u I was busy.

Waking up with delicious aches in certain parts of the body
sure makes me feel like a real woman....
one who finally got herself off the couch
and finally taking pro-active measures to reducing that inflating tummy.

I caught SATC the movie,
and religiously followed the series over at trusty tudou.com
I've gotta say,
it is inspiring.
So much so that I've this urge to give up on flats and revert to my old heels day.

Isn't it empowering,
to know that women can and do lead independent lives the way men do?

Doesn't it just fill the average woman with optimism again to hear Big say
"There are alot of gorgeous women ard, but after awhile, u just want to be with somebody who can make u laugh"

*SIGH*

Don't u just love OLD MEN?

The GSS isn't making life that much easier too.
Since I don't have the budget to shop yet,
I figured we cld do a lil SATC the S'pore way- EAT


Afterall, Carrie and gang eat too, at atas places, with high-class deserts and all.


So did the four of us.

It really is quite unfair u noe,
when the girls get to savour their food and still manage to look like stick figures on screen.
And I sincerely believe that slapping on make-up
and wrecking your brain deciding on what clothes to wear do not burn excessive calories.
So after the sinful afternoon of affordable foodcourt food and the
not so affordable 10 scoops of ice-cream later,
the remaining 3 girls decided to work it off.


Boss of cos, took after Samantha and headed home to prepare for her
"special sushi feast" night-out

The route covered:
My place->Zee's place->MacRitchie-> Sinfully Cheesy Italian food n waffles
Cheapo S'pore aunty style kopitiam dinner->Zee's place-> Home Sweet Home.


So the very SATC style Sat went down the drain as the day turned into night.
But the friendship remains.

The very ATAS lifestyle,
the mindsets we shared are indeed as different as different can be.
But there's one thing in common I'm sure,
and that is,
the very real future of bdays celebration together year after year
until we're 50 n even beyond.

No doubt our lives may change,
with people, like in the show,
having found their respective partners and living life happily ever after,
our presence in one another's lives would still remain a constant.

In tears,
in laughter,
even in anger.
In glam-ness,
in fugly-ness,
even in kumgong-ness.
And yes, in smeared black bicycle oil too,

Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.

I told 1/3 of LK just last night over dinner that Saturdays are special.
Saturdays are the days reserved for people important to me.
And I only just realised how much I meant that.
Sundays on the other hand,
are reserved for reliving the memories of the day b4.

So this morning,
just like every other female in the world,
I confronted the eternal puzzle of having a closet bursting with clothes,
and finding nothin to wear.

The only difference is,
I was scheduled for an interview with a well-known publishing firm in the unearthly hour of 9
and my agent stressed on only two words,
OFFICE WEAR.

I gave it a real serious thought.
I threw on a layered crochet skirt tt fell below the knee,
a Baleno black tank,
and my pair of bright red faux patented leather shoes
to add a lil excitement to my boring outfit.

Donning a long-sleeved shirt and G2000 pants never crossed my mind.
Afterall, they're only paying $6/hr.

Apparently,
it crossed everybody else's minds.

The other 2 candidates wore exactly that,
paired with boring black pumps.

Guess who got the job?

Me.

Guess what's the eventual rate tt I'm gonna b paid?

$6.50

I like to think tt I owe my success to the pair of bright red shoes,
instead of my very boring language abilities.
I also like to think tt my decision to accept this pathetic paying job would reap me greater returns in future.

Fine, fine,
So what if I ran into 2 cute ang mos who smiled at me while I was in the lift?
You can't seriously believe tt tt's d reason right?
Or at least tt wasn't the primary reason...

Oh, btw, did I mention tt the 1st interviewer was hot?

I must have died and gone to heaven.

But first,
I need to restock my alrdy bursting wardrobe.

I mean, don't u need new stuff to wear in heaven?

whenbiziblogs about the chiongster in her being aroused,
she unwittingly reminded me that it had been ages since I let myself indulge in the anomic state of booty-shakin n the accompanying minimal alcohol intake.


Like I said b4,
I still don't like
nor approve of the whole idea that being in a club is equivalent to
being handed a license to silence your morals,
and give in to primal instincts.
Sigmund Freud said that in every human being
there's an ID, a Super ego, and an Ego that mediates between the two.
It definitely seems as if
the superego and ego are Cinderellas who leave for home before midnight.
Moreover there seems to be this warped idea
tt all girls who are brainless enuf to put themselves on the hunting ground ie gone clubbing,
are fair game.


That said,
I've gotta be completely honest.
It is still flattering to be hit on,
shiok to turn them down,
and even more shiok to bitch abt their attempts.

HAHAHAHAHA!!!!

It sure seemed as thoh Deer and bak kwa were right to call me a bitch.
They were too polite to say it to my face of cos.
But their thought bubbles were pretty obvious I must say,
with "BITCH" in red. Bold and underlined.

It's really nothing to be sad abt.
I take it as a compliment
cos accordin to them
bitches are always more enjoyable to be ard.
Supper with them is laughter-filled as always,
spontaneous as usual,
enriched with nonsensical theories and less fattening.
I mean, given the fact tt I was coerced and dragged off to chomps
I don't think it right tt there shd b any weight gain on my end.

Life is starting to feel more like life ever since exams ended.
These days I find myself getting acquainted with the welcomed sense of emptiness
following the departure of stess,
not to mention the very trying task of recalling the activities tt felt so fun
when I was struggling to convince myself to slog my guts out.
Somehow, they just don't feel as fun anymore.

So I'm spending my time in front of my desktop hammering away on the keyboard,
boring pple to tears with my incessant ramblings,
stocking up on draft posts waiting to be published
(Must control myself to publishing only a post a day mah...regulation of supply)
while simultaneously counting down the days to work,
to ritual Sat lunches,
to cruising with mummy,
to cheapo honeymoon with Dew in Malacca,
to the lovely lined-up meet-ups.

I'm lovin every minute of this shameless lifestyle
Of course.

Dear wo, I kept my promise.
No exposure of embarrassing stuff , n ugly pics of u on public domain.
Haha~

This year,
my friend AM decided to celebrate her bday at pitstop wit her bunch of close frens
(At least tt's what my ego likes to think of myself-a close fren of hers :P)

And I hafta say,
she always makes the weirdest decisions.
Don't misread me.
By weird I do not mean that it's BAD,
I only meant to say that they are things that I will not do,
such as throwing a small scale gathering among frens who don't noe each other.

I've have always thot tt it takes courage and a whole lot of confidence to throw a large scale party and gather all your friends.

Courage because you need that to deal with disappointments in the event
that friends don't turn up.
And confidence because there'll b a huge mess of people to deal with if they do turn up.

A small scale gathering in this case needs even more determination to carry thru.
There're alrdy limited number of names on the guest list,
which means that a few absence cld mean a very ugly turn-out,
not to mention the stab to your ego
and the painful knowledge that you actually do not matter as much to them
as you thought you do.
And if everyone who's supposed to turn up, turn up.
It'll be an even greater headache making the atmosphere right
and ensuring that noone's neglected
because noone noes anybody else but you.

Yes, she makes the weirdest decisions.
But then again,
as long as she's happy,

HAPPY BDAY MS ANN-MARIE VALERIE WEE WEI LIN

I hope it was a blast for you.
It was an experience for me.

Because
never in my life have I ever been called a Samurai before
And an ah-lian samurai that guys like to take to dragonfly some more.
Whatever that's supposed to mean.

*Sigh*

That said,
I'm thinking that no matter how shitty that means,
it's still better than 兵马勇.

Please just tell me it is.....