:: flipping through the pages ::

I really hate pop-ups. Especially when they involve pornographic materials.

My browser doesn't seem to be able to block some pop-ups and it's driving me nuts. Last thing I want is to be accused of surfing porn during work. Arrgh.

I was so happy when I came across a website that finally didn't have pornographic materials at the sidebar but to my annoyance, when I click to download, a full page of pornographic stuff appeared in front of me!

Why? Why?

I've decided to be Sherlock Holmes.

There's a lady who always seems to be retching in the ladies and I cannot figure out who can that be. I am half-tempted to just knock on the door and ask if she needs help but for now, I will just try and find out who she is.

Last year, I chickened out of the Stand Chart 10km run but it's back to haunt me.

My colleague emailed me and asked if I would like to fulfil my obligation by replacing someone for the run this year.

I, who have perfect understanding and knowledge of my physical strength, told him he must be joking. There's not enough time for me to train even if I really wanted to.

His reply was hilarious.

"It's in Dec lah... still got 1.5 months more to train... dun find any more excuses..."

It's 10km! Not 5km... How am I going to train for 10km in 1.5 months?

Deciding to spread the incredulous joy, I shared this with my colleague who laughed and just said, "Are you sure he got the right [insert my name]?"

I think I made my point.

Oh, and I was having a packet of Hello Panda at that particular point of time.

I'm SLEEPY.

Boohoo.

Will you ever get together with the partner of a friend?

I don't think I ever will. It's something that I've already figured out and convinced myself when I was in my teens. I thought and still think that it's silly for good friends to fight over someone who may or may not be a certainty in your life. At the end of the day, good friends are hard to find while you might still be able to find another partner. Even going out with ex-partners of friends are a 'no-no' to me. Unless your friend is absolutely truly ok with it. Otherwise, it just leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.

It set me thinking if I've ever done something like that. And unfortunately, yes, I think I did.

My good friend had a crush on a classmate. I didn't think he was that cute but a lot of girls had a thing for him. I don't know why but one day, he suddenly asked me to be with him. I also don't know why but I agreed. Ok, maybe he was rather cute afterall. It was only on hindsight that I realised I might not have done the right thing. Fortunately my magnanimous friend didn't hold that against me.

I've seen how good friends can fight and fall out over a person and it's terribly sad when it happens. It's worst when the relationship doesn't work out and you lost on both sides.

If you were the person whom they were fighting over, what would you do?

I think I would walk away.

But I'm glad I no longer have to worry about these anymore.

During lunch, I bought a fragrant pear and when I asked the uncle if he could help me cut it in half so it's easier for me to eat, he said "Cannot. It's already cheap enough."

?!!

I no understand.

After all the talk and failed attempt the last time, I finally did it.

I cut my hair.

Woohoo!

The last experience was terrible. I went to a pretty upmarket salon (ok, in my opinion) but the stylist didn't want to cut it too short for me. He said it shouldn't be too shocking. Sigh, if I just wanted a trim, I can very well go QB House can't I? So I went home, a dejected figure with a similar but slightly shorter hairstyle.

So this time I learnt my lesson. I decide to keep everything low-key so that if it looks the same, no one would be wiser. It was exciting for the day to arrive. When I reached the salon, I told the stylist I wanted something short and easy to manage and PRESTO! New hairstyle. I felt pretty bad keeping the stylist back cuz I was the last customer and everyone was leaving, but he was nonchalent about the whole thing. I think he did a pretty good job so if anyone is interested, you can look for Alston Ng @ Le Salon.

General consensus so far is pretty ok. Most think it's refreshing but I had a friend who bemoaned "why?" and a grandaunt who said she don't want to look at me now.

But I'm happy although I think it will grow out pretty fast.

I'll think of what to do then.

Oh, best part of it? It was free.

Timely reminder...

Her confession totally caught him off guard. Sure, he had thought she might be the possible one but to hear it from her... What should he do now? A part of him yearns to hold her and protect her, but yet another practical side of him had questions that are impossible to answer.

Darn. He hated it when he's so practical.

Why can't he be like others, and simply throw caution into the wind? Carpe diem, they always say.

Despite all the questions building in his heart and mind, he told her the answer she wasn't looking for. He thought it'll be better if he lets her go while he sorts out his own thoughts and emotions.

Didn't they always say if she's yours, she'll return?

Didn't they also say it's more important to see your loved one happy, even though she's not with you?

He told her under a facade of concern that the other guy was better for her. But he didn't and couldn't anticipate how much it would hurt to see her with him. The mask of false bravado and indifference that has served him well for the past few years had failed him now.

Why is it too late now?

I'm so blessed by the people around me.

I started the week with a pear drink and am ending the week now with a Crystal Jade Bakery bun from neishus.

Hiak hiak.

So happy.

Woke up late today. Think the body was trying to compensate for the lack of sleep for the past few days.

Was absolutely famished and had to get my breakfast from the cafeteria. I'm not sure if the picture actually shows the 'essence' of the beehoon.

I mean, I'm a beehoon freak. I can have it 3 meals a day, 6 days a week (still need some variation...) but I couldn't finish it. It's gooey and I don't know if that is because of oil or too much gravy. The cafeteria never fails to surprise me with its inconsistencies.

I gulped down what I thought was enough to sustain me till lunch time.

So now, I'm partially hungry and counting down to lunchtime.

He said I was his soul mate.

He was mine.

He had the uncanny ability to see and understand me beneath the different facades. He told me things about myself that I thought no one would ever notice or know. He understood me more than anyone had.

Sometimes he'll pop into my thoughts and I'll message him. He's amazed how I always seem to contact him just after he loses his phone together with all the numbers.

At some point, he asked if I was interested in him. I was shocked. I laughed it off and said no. He said if I was, we could always talk things through. I insisted I wasn't even though my heart wasn't sure.

Maybe he just lost his phone (again) because he's in my thoughts today.

I came across this from Tomorrow. Ladies out there, please be careful.

I think it's perverse. I try and understand what might be going on through their heads, and I realised that I simply can't. There's no way to explain their behaviour (for instance, temporary insanity blah blah). I mean, it's one thing to look at ladies but it's another when secret pictures are taken from compromising angles.

Don't they have girlfriends, wives, sisters, mothers, female friends? How would they react if it's their loved ones who are being photographed?!

I thought about my possible reaction if I was beside the man. I realised that I'm not sure what I would have done. But now, I know what I will do. *growls*

If you're thinking things can't be that bad, even if they take your photos, take a look here to see how far it can go. I knew about the existence of this website but the last time I actually went in to take a look was eons ago. I went in yesterday and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to put the link up, but I think we need to be better aware what are some crazy minds up to.

For ladies who are willing models, it's their business but look at the voyeuristic shots. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw a picture taken of a little girl on a bus! I feel like throttling the person who took this with my bare hands. *blood boils*

Send all admiring glances this way, please.

Hehe. I've received my first pair of danglies from neishus!

Thanks babe so much... *can't stop grinning from ear to ear*

I already know what I'm going to wear it with this weekend. Now, if only my dark eye rings can subside a bit.

Sidenote. It's called Sunshine.

I like my fishies. A lot.

In the morning, I'll tap my fingers on the fish tank to let them know I'm going to feed them.

They'll all start getting excited and swim around their corner (where we always feed them).

When I bring the container over the top, they know and will look up at me.

And open their mouths.

It's so cute.

(That's my fave fishie - a kissing gurami)

Such a lovely surprise I had this morning.

I thought it was just going to be yet another Monday morning where I have to push myself to do some work but Imp came by and surprised me with this!

Thanks babe! That's so sweet of you... made my day. =)

I used to smirk when some people can just eat salads for dinners, and think I'll never be able to do that.

Until recently.

I realised how full a Caesar's salad can actually be.

So in a bid to watch my diet (and mostly because I wasn't that famished and I realised with horror, my clothes are getting tighter), I decided to have a healthy dinner.

But one meal like that costs me $18. Char Kway Teow costs me $3 max.

Hmmm.

The choices in life...

Now that I've rescued my security pass, and since I woke up at an unearthly time of 8am on a Sat morning, I decided to do some work since I have stuff that were due (note the past tense).

So I strapped on my bag, put on my running shoes, and... walked to office.

It was a good walk. I had to check my total distance walked so I went to Street Directory where they have a jogging calculator. Unfortunately you have to pay for it now. I couldn't stop meself from patting meself on the back, could I? So I paid up. Apparently, I walked about 3.8km.

Hehe. *pats back*

So now I'm in office with a fan blowing straight at me... and I'm hungry.

I thought I had lost my security pass.

I was going to wait for another week or two and if I still couldn't find it, I was going to have to pay to get a replacement.

I searched through all the bags that I carried for the past 2 weeks or so but I just couldn't find it.

Tonight, I had a sudden revelation.

I realised I still had a drawer full of bags which I forgot to search through.

And so the happy ending was... I managed to find my pass.

Tis the problem when you love to change bags everyday.

I'm not sure if you can see the words clearly but this is one strange measuring tape I came across (either that, or I'm just suaku aka ignorant).

The Chinese characters in black are basically bad stuff like lose moolah blah blah. The red characters are along the line of prosperous blah blah.

The question is, what is it for? Anyone knows? Please enlighten me.

Does it mean if I buy something that's only 5", misfortunate will fall upon me? Or that if it's 8", great balls of moolah will drop in my lap?

Hmmm.

The other half and me came across this some time ago and he absolutely wanted to buy it. I didn't cuz I didn't want the world to think that I'm a dominatrix. Unfortunately he won out.

We marked it as one of the new tee to wear after wedding (some tradition mambo) and obviously never got around to wearing it... till recently.

It's very amusing to me.

Just came across this on CNN, apparently she was trying to avoid the paparazzi when her car collided with a van. I'm not a celebrity and I can only imagine how it feels to have no privacy and be stalked all the time, but when I read news like these, I do wonder if they knew what they were getting themselves in when they stepped into showbiz.

Even though you can't fathom the magnitude of paparazzi interest in you, surely you know there'll be people who'll be trailing you, trying to find out what did you throw in the bin, what you ate for lunch blah blah blah.

It's just not really fair when you endanger other innocent people, just because you're trying to avoid an occupational hazard. The van driver suffered "moderate injuries". And it's definitely not worth it if you end up injured, or worst, dead. This was not her first car crash. A few months ago, a paparazzi reporter intentionally crashed into her car.

Ultimately, perhaps it's the paparazzi at fault. Maybe there should be a worldwide boycott of all tabloids, then they will turn their attention to something more useful, and not risk their lives with these frivalous stuff.

(Picture source: CNN.com)

neishus has produced its first necklace - Singularity!

Yippee. All hand-made and even comes with its own set of earrings.

And it's especially great because the designer is passionate and excited about her range of designs.

Wanna know more about Singularity? Click here for more details.

Am I someone who is bothered by moolah and recognition? Are you?

It got me thinking when I realised A* was such a person. His** pre-requisite for a job is always first and foremost, moolah. He’s also particular about promotions and career advancement. Whenever someone gets promoted, he’ll get bothered and start thinking about his own, and bemoans the fact he’s not getting his promotion yet. He’s due for one so I don’t think he needs to worry too much about that. Then he’ll start to get a little negative about the organisation blah blah blah. I can take it that you’re upset about a long overdue promotion but sometimes he can get a little too negative for me over a period of time.

Now, I’m not a saint. I used to be those who were driven by interest and what the job could offer, rather than moolah. Unfortunately with age and more responsibilities, I also realised I have to be a little more sensible. Although moolah is now one of my considerations in a job, I’m glad it’s still not the primary preoccupation.

It got me thinking though. Is that all there is to work? I would hate to be like that. To be caught up in the race up the corporate ladder and organisational chart. If a promotion comes my way, I’ll be more than happy to receive it but I wouldn’t want to waste my energy thinking about it all the time.

Maybe it’s because I’m still at the bottom of the food chain. Maybe there’ll be more at stake when and if I eventually move up. Maybe, maybe, maybe…

* an alphabet plucked from the air so that’s no need to waste brain cells trying to second guess who s/he is

** random gender too

Now I know why I never get any work done on Monday mornings. Blogs reading. I know I shouldn't but if I don't read now, then there'll be even more to catch up later on, right?