Thursday, May 25, 2006

It's about time to go...

I survived a year. And then some.

I'm really drained and haven't felt inspired for a long time. And I'm bored with what I do. And I don't believe in the product anymore. I've always been visually led, and the whole redesign thing does nothing for me. No, I'm sorry. It turns me off.

Plus. I don't like the captain much. Too brusque. Loyalty to a person and brand is very important. Neither exist now.

I'm just not happy.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Alternate realities...

If you could go back in time and do something differently that would henceforth alter the entire path of your future, what would you do? Keeping in mind that changing an aspect of the past would mean you could be in a completely different place now...

Today, my choice would be: To Sec 1. And choose to be in the swimming team, instead of guai guai agreeing to join the loser Red Cross (I was forced to, coz no one in the class wanted, and it was compulsory that each class had 2 reps, so the teacher made us draw lots -- and my luck is just farked).

Duno why I was always so lazy in school where ECAs were concerned. Always chose the least time-consuming ones. WITH THE EXCEPTION of that farking stupid uniporm groop, which was loser loser loser beyond belief. Full of people who took themselves too seriously. And all that needless footdrill. God! What a laugh. Good thing I quit after 3 years. Waste of my Saturdays.

In my alternate reality: I'd have been a stellar school swimmer. (Ey, even without joining swim team and enduring all that training and setting myself up for skin cancer at an early age, I already won a lot of medals at school swim meets ok.) I'd have represented school. Then gone on to JC team, met a rich man's son on the swim team, and enjoyed my teenage years being driven around in a Z4. And holiday first class in Spain. And coz it'd be like 90210, all my subsequent boyfriends would be from that inbred inner circle of rich brats. And all their mothers and sisters would love me andbring me along for their socialite events.

And I'd grow up to be a celebrity editor, rubbing shoulders and flitting with the ease of a butterfly at all these high society events. And I'd know all the insider goss and everyone would want me to write about them. I'd start my own regional rag at 25, and marry an heir to a billionaire's fortune at 28.

All because I joined the swim team instead of that fucking loser Red Cross.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

I'm so cheap...

... I wouldn’t spare you an ice cube if I were dismantling an igloo.

Monday, August 01, 2005




010805 :: Beri Laluan -- give way la fark!

010805 :: More tolls



010805 :: anzhwa wu eagle huh? eagle or seagull or falcon or wot?

010805 :: Pipedreams.

010805 :: Homeground. Yay

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Little Britain

Kakakakkakakakkakakakakakkakakakkakakakaka maddest funny-stupid show I've come across in ages. Makes Sunday nights in almost bearable.

All the stupid lines I've picked up from the show:
1. "EH EH EH!!!!" *ringgggg* "Hello, I'll have to call you back."
2. "Yes, the oompa loompa." [speaking of which, can't wait till Aug 4 for Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory]
3. "Oh yes, I am a laaaydeee!"
4. "I am the only gay in the vill-age."
5. "Comp-ter says nooooo."
6. "I wont that one." "Yeah-I-knoh!"
7. "Yea-but-no-but-yea-but-no-but-yea.. Aw-shotup! Yea-but-no-but-yea"
8. "Nope, didn't understand a word. But she's Asian." "If you want to say anything, speak English."
9. "My Prime Minister is better than your President."
10. "Bitty..."

Wuhahahhahaaaaaaaaaa buay tahan. Eh eh eh!!

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Separating work and personal issues...

I don't give a flying fark if you don't like me as a person. (But seriously, what's there not to like?)

But when it comes to work, I expect full professionalism all round. You do your part, I do mine, and we work together to push out some finished product that our livelihood depends on.

Don't flying farking give me some impertinent nonsense (waliao still snigger at your own fall-flat lame "jokes") and muck up my ability to get my side done. I don't care if you've been here seven years or seven months. Just give me what I goddamn need to do my job.

Don't punk with me.

Friday, July 15, 2005

New English frontiers

Yet another useful online dictionary to add to my collection and put to good use:
The Double-Tongued Word Wrester -- A Growing Dictionary of Old and New Words From the Fringes of English.

The definitions could use some paragraphing breaks though.