Top Chart: Stairway to Heaven

I've never liked Korean dramas.

1. Too draggy, worse than Qiong2 Yao2.
2. Guys no handsome, gals no pretty. I prefer Japanese honestly.
3. I'm not into romantic stories at all. So boring! And it never happens in real life anyway.

The point is, given a choice, I would choose Vasantham over Korean dramas. But, recently, (perhaps with being deprived of love for too long), I so fell in love with this K drama on Channel U- Stairway to Heaven.

It depicts the old Lao3 Diao4 Ya2 story of how a rich and nice gal suffered in the hands of fate and her evil step mother and sister. As anyone would have predicted, a rich man's son, tall, dark and handsome, falls head over heels in love with this ill-fated female lead. Then, it's drama, drama and more drama. And then, we have tears, tears and more tears.

I've not reached to the end of the story yet, perhaps not even halfway through. But my prediction is, either the tall, dark and handsome male lead or the innocent-looking, frail and sweet-natured female lead contacts cancer and is dying... really soon. Hahaha.. or one of them will die one lah. Or get into a coma or whatever. Something bad sure happen one. K dramas are forever like dat, wait till the last last min of the last last episode then will have nice nice and complete complete (sometimes not complete even) ending. Sure got go Heaven (meaning die) one lah! I bet my fat ass on it. If not name the show "Stairway to Heaven" for nothing meh?

Well, it's draggy... but given the fact that my lousy work schedule only allows me to catch it once a week, pace is just nice sia. I don't feel I'm missing out on any developement at all. Heh.

Male lead is not tall, not dark and not handsome... arghhh... but because I didn't have any high expectations initially, no disappointment at all. Female lead, em... what female lead? Heh heh.

Predictable plot leading to NO excitement? Nah... betting with my Mummy on who's prediction is more accurate is far more nerve wrecking than watching Korea play in World Cup sia.

My Shelter and Cave...

Here I am again, seeking shelter through vigorous typing and emotional release in streams of lines of "yuan-ing", or rather, blogging.

Argh. This is so bloody sad. Seeking comfort from a blog? Am I crazy or what? Damn. I am beginning to suspect blogging just makes me more and more yuan, less and less happy.

Oh God, if you could grant me just one wish, I wish for a time machine to go back in time to make all wrong decisions right...

I'm taking leave this Friday to think things through. Seriously.

Luck's Smiling on Me (Finally!!!)

Lady luck? Nah. Men luck? (Is there such a term anyway?) I wish!

I strike Toto leh! HALF A MILLION sia! HALF A BLOODY MILLION... Right at this point, a lousy thought came to my mind. If hor, I mean, IF, you ever strike half a million and it's really bloody, as in literally BLOODY, will you still want the money not ah? Hmmm... k, never mind, forget that I ever asked this question.

Yeah yeah! Back to Toto. Woohoo~ Half a million, cool sia.

So happy!

K. What's next? First, I'm tendering my resignation tmr. Den... Oh! Slimming treatments and more slimming treatments! Aiyah, might as well get my face fixed. I'm going for a nose job, cheek implants and LIPO, definitely LIPO! Goodbye to thunder thighs! Yayayayay...

Alright. Time to wake up. Enough nonsense.

By the way, I had intended to write a damn dramatic story about how I won a free buffet dinner at Joaquim on Sat. But all that nonsense above depleted my brain cells for today. Ta Nai Nai De...

Perhaps I should really change my blog name to "Yuanster".

I seem to only feel desperate to blog whenever something depressing happens. Very seldom (or never actually) have I blogged about happy things, really HAPPY events. Hey, come to think of it, I've never felt genuinely happy for a long long time.

I hate to say this, and it's kinda sad that I'm saying this, I don't have a life! Everyday is a race against time, overcoming obstacles and hypnotising myself that the world still remains beautiful despite having nasty and ugly people around. At the end of the day, I feel so bloody exhausted, and just wanna drop into slumberland...

Routine, routine, routine...

Day after day it happens, night after night I struggle with nightmares because of mental stress...

Is this what I really want, after all?

Much as I know something is seriously wrong, I could never stop to take a breather and re-adjust accordingly. Deadlines become tighter, days become shorter, nights become longer... Sad sia.

Okie. It's time to sleep.

Wow, it's been so long!!!

Heya, I'm back into blogging action!

I guess it would have taken a much longer time before I took the courage to get my fingers going again, if not for the national day rally telecast. I woke up from my nap, wanting to catch something on tv through dinner before getting down to working on my report and...

Channel 8==> National Day Rally telecast,

(yawns)

Channel U==> National Day Rally telecast,

(damn)

Channel 5==> National Day Rally telecast...

(losing my patience and appetite)

Suria==> NATIONAL DAY RALLY TELECAST!!!

Vasantham Central==> NATONAL DAY RALLY TELECAST!!!

What the heck???

National Day's like 2 weeks ago rite? Now then telecast Rally? And what's with telecasting it ALL AT THE SAME TIME in ALL CHANNELS?

When Enough is Enough

I was trying to find khakis to hang out with on Saturday because it just felt so wasted couching at home like a potato. Besides, it was one of the rare weekends where I didn't have to clear any work during the weekend. I sms-ed several frens, of which one of them happened to be Bugger. She was facing some work problems and told me that she didn't really wanted to come out, for she was afraid dat she might just break down and lose control (as usual). After an hour or so of listening to her work woes, she decided that perhaps, she doesn't really mind meeting me. After all, we could meet at the central near my hse. Alright. Location fixed.

When asked wat time she could make it, she told me that she had a facial appointment at 4pm, so most probably she would meet me ard 6pm. Dat sounded good and because it was quite some time before 6pm, I figured out that perhaps I could leave my hse earlier and shop ard for a while before our stipulated meeting time at 6pm.

At 3.15pm, I was still with her on the phone. Still at her work woes. Well, typical characteristic of Venusians, we talk and talk about the same problem over and over again. I prompted her that perhaps we should talk later and that she should go get ready for her facial appointment. Well, she "yah-yah-ly" told me that the shop was just downstairs her block and she still had time. We talked till 3.30pm.

At 5.15pm, I was all ready to leave my hse. Wanting to take the chance that she might finish her facial earlier and could meet me earlier, I sms-ed her to tell her to let me know when she was ready and was on the bus.

No reply.

K. Perhaps she was in the middle of a facial.

At 6pm (we were supposed to meet at 6, remember?), I called her on her handphone. No ans. I called for about 5 times and there was no ans.

K. Perhaps she was on the bus and couldn't hear her phone ringing. Never mind, she would be able to see the missed calls when she attempts to call me when she reached.

I waited and waited. It was 6.40pm and there was no reply, no call and no news at all.

Now, I'm getting pissed. 40 mins passed and as usual, no decency to even call to say she's late.

I decided that without her, my world doesn't have to stop revolving. I didn't have to shelve my plans for an IRRESPONSIBLE, UNREASONABLE, UNCARING, INSENSITIVE and RUDE piece of being like her.

Anger in me couldn't be appeased though. And poor Weiling had to be bombarded with my yuan-ing:

"I'm damn pissed off with your fren. Supposed to meet her at 6pm and till now she hasn't called me yet. I've really had enough of her nonsense and there is no way I'm going to take this kinda shit from her anymore. "

"I'm not meeting her anymore and now am on my way to do watever I had to do and to buy watever I had to buy. My world doesn't stop revolving because of her. "

"You dun have to reply me. Know u r bz. Just so angry and upset with her that I need to get it out of my chest."

Basically I was storming my way to central. Looking back, I might have looked like Nie Yun in Wind & Cloud (Feng1 Yun2). Killing all who crossed my path with my stares. Hahaha.

My anger reached this month's high when my handphone rang at 7.20pm and it showed, " Cxxxx's hse calling". As I guessed. She was late and still at home. Wanted to ignore her calls but my inner voice was tempting me to pick it up and settle it, once and for all.

Me: Hello.

Cxxxx: Hey, I'm still at home, dunno my facial will take so long.. eh I

Me (not giving her a chance to produce any more non-sensical excuses): I tink it's okie, u dun have to come meet me anymore. K. Bye.

I hung up the phone. Frankly speaking, I never liked the idea of hanging up on someone because it's totally rude. I've done this like only twice on my life time? The only other time was on her too. She didn't show up for an appointment and didn't reply my pages.

I was obviously infuriated.

It was her legendary "consistent-bugging-calls" after dat. I tink I had like, em, 20 missed calls in 10 mins? Do I care? I DO NOT! Not anymore.

I declared war and I'm not going to concede defeat simply because,

I had enough.


Note: Dun try to judge me like I'm some kind of unreasonable piece of shit because I didn't even bother to hear her out. EXTREME late-ness experiences with her beats my buffet records without a feat.

Red Candy vs Fantastic Four

Oh, here comes the inspiration to write...

I was so deprived of movies that I caught TWO on Saturday! Oh... nice sia...I missed going to cinemas for a movie. My last one was, em.. shucks. It was so bloody long ago dat I can't remember wat was my last moive. Wat lingered on was, I wanted SO MUCH to catch Madagascar but everyone just seemed uninterested or had already watched it. Well, bugger fren showed availability, but I wasn't prepared for another "waste-of-time-nonsense-coz-of-irresponsible-lateness" nonsense.

Back to the movies.

First one was Red Candy, a lousy Japanese horror movie. It was EXACTLY like The Ring, just that this time, instead of a chain video where one would get killed after watching it, it was phone calls. This film had the same series of murder, same sweet gal who kena and had only 3 days to live, same kaypoh reporter who wanted to investigate the case even though it was none of her biz, same spooky gal who was buried alive (just dat this time, it was a coal mine instead of a well.). To reassure me that this sucky film was just the recairnation of The Ring, the sweet young gal under the curse and kaypoh reporter had to venture into the coal mine to dig out the body. Then there was the usual sound effects, where skeletions popped out of nowhere. Just to sum it up, if you watched The Ring, you could give this a miss, even if you watched The Ring and enjoyed it, you can give this a miss too. Bad movie with bad company. Oops, not referring to my fren who good-naturely accompanied me to the show but the wretch who ignitated the fire in me with her "woo, woo, woo, ek, ek, ek..." and finally "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! so scary!!!!!!!" Thanks for scaring the hell outta me. I almost peed in my jeans. Tamade.

Fantastic Four was much much better. Not exactly hilarious, but entertaining enough. Not to mention having Mr. Cute Guy (Human Torch) adding value to the show. Woohoo~ I dunno y, but for angmohs, pretty boys top my list! Supposedly charismatic old men like Bruce Willis, George Clooney & Pierce Brosnan are not my cup of tea, sorrayyyy... It could have been better if other movie patrons were nice and considerate enough not to put their entire feet on the seat in front of them (which was my row). It was "salty-fish" smell all the way sia. Yucks!

Overall, movie desire satisfied.


*Oh, by the way, in case u guys were wondering, dat lousy show was called Red Candy because all victims who died had a red candy in their mouth. Dun ask me y, either the show didn't explain or I didn't get it.

Blogging during Leisure? If only...

And I thot blogging was my hobby. And one would always make time for one's hobbies. Well, I made time for carbo indulgence, sleep and tv, didn't I?

I have SOOOooooooo much to say, SOOOoooo much to vent, yet, all is appeased by the time I get my fat fingers on a working PC with network. Arghhhhhh....

I was all ready to blog it out (so pro sia... like how pple used to say "work/sweat it out") over the weekend. I had the setting all worked out- air-con, cosy cushions, dim lighting etc. As I proceeded to powering on Xavier...

Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!

My entire screen stared back at me, in BRIGHT yellow! WATEVER HAPPENED??? Eveything else functioned normally but, MY SCREEN WAS YELLOW!!! YELLOW, YELLOW, YELLOW!!! How to blog like dat. Tamade.Spoil my mood.

Giving it up seems like the only option, unless I wanna risk getting blind. C'mon, I'm already fat okie? Never in the world would I allow blindness to depreciate my value further.

I thought I could let it go, but....... BUT...... I CAN'T!!! Bottling up my feelings would make me autistic and cause even severe depression.

So, here I am, stealing time from work, in the midst of a conference call, to relieve the overwhemling desire to blog.

Okie, a quick one before I get back to serious doggy life.

Ahem...

Eh, wat did I wanna blog initially ah?

I'm feeling kinda melancholic these days.

Could do with some love. Em, well, LOTS of love. First it was the dejecting birthday happenings, then it was the demoralising work, deteriorating health and receipts of bad news happening to loved ones. Each time I comfort myself that tomorrow would be better, I watched the setting sun with disappointment. Tried to seek comfort by confiding in frens only to find that they themselves were bogged down with a lot of other problems. Times like this triggered a sense of emptiness somewhere deep inside.

Many a times I stop to think, "Perhaps all these were to make me a better person." But then again, it only meant that I must have been a person of extreme lousy character to have to go thru all these. No, No, NOOOOOO!!!! It can't be! I'm a nice gal. I'm SUPPOSED to be a nice gal.

Each day was complemented with loud sighs, countless moments of exasperation, occassional deep frowns and fake smiles. I suspect a case of depression. Anxiety(checked), insomnia(checked), loss of concentration(checked) and hallucinations(checked)... Shucks.

Either I quit my job or I need a shrink.

I specially took leave today to make up for the loss yesterday. I had a premonition that yesterday would turn out to be sucky. Ha, and I was right.

Today was training for "tai tai" day. Slept till 10.40pm, went for my facial appt at noon, after dat was leisure shopping followed by high tea and then there was more shopping, then dinner and then it was rest and relax at cosy home. Only one word- SHIOK!

I really needed this break.

Only one thing to spoil it all, the day ended too fast! Argh! The mere thought of going back to the office in 8 hours time makes me suicidal. Aiyah, aiyah, AIYAHHHHHHH.....

Where is my golden turtle?

I dunno how to start this entry. Wanted to blog about well-spent today was until I was reminded of how badly spent yesterday was.

It came and went. Just like dat. Yeah, I was kinda disappointed. The only thing I could remember about yesterday was just emptiness. SMSes from frens did warmed my heart, especially after I got a dressing down from my boss early in the morning. But I do wish I had a little more of dat to last me thru the cold and lonely night. If I could just have some surprises to tide me over... I can't believe I was still looking forward to a surprise celebration when I left the office at 10.30pm. Like how it always happened in TV drams, frens, family or admirer popping up with a birthday cake lighted with candles etc. Ha. Silly me.

On this special day, there were no special moments.

I'm such a loser.

Dun worry, I'm fine, as I always will be.

Telephone Scandal

I just want a telephone with a proper headset like the rest.

I just wanna be able to tune in and participate in conference calls comfortably.

I just wanna be nice and considerate by not blasting my speaker on everyone.

Can't you understand? I just wan a simple 2nd hand (or hand-me-down from those who had left) telephone set which supports a headset. As simple as dat. Is that not English I'm speaking? Are those not your ears I'm seeing? Am I less of a human compared to the rest of the population in Wonderland dat I do not deserve wat they have?

Wat other nonsense could I accept?

Well, I should have guessed that this shd happen when you rejected my request for CD-Rs with a moronic question like this, "I don't understand why you people need to back-up files."

I should have realised that you need immediate help from the Wizard of Oz just like the scarecrow then.

Wat amazes me is how a multi-national corporation with numerous important information disseminating every single min can allow employees to get away without backing up files. And, how it, being a leader in technology, can allow its employees to work with outdated phones that doesn't support headsets just to scrimp and save an amount equivalent to the price of em, perhaps, 200 toilet rolls? This 200 toilet rolls would probably barely last us 2 days.

The Roti Prata House

Ladies & Gentlemen...

As promised.

The Roti Prata House
(The Best Crispy Prata)
246M, Upper Thomson Road, Singapore 574370
Business Hours: 24 hours

I was scrolling down for comments on my tagboard when...


I couldn't find it!


Then as I scrolled down for my counter,


I couldn't find it too!

Damn.

I started to recall...



I was playing ard with several templates when...

I clicked on the "save the settings" icon.

I think I remembered seeing a "Please note that all your previous settings will be gone" prompt.

I think I went on and clicked "Ok".

I think I lost my tagboard and counter because of this.

I think I would lose all precious comments.

I think I wanna yuan and cry!

Told u I am a tech-goondo.

It's one of those bloody humid Sunday afternoons. It's making me pissed about everything. Having bathed twice today already did not help matters. In fact, I'm pissed how all dat water, shampoo,conditioner, shower foam, facial wash and TIME have gone to waste.

Pek chek, pek chek and more pek chek.

Well, my brother's making it worse by blasting some bloody Cantonese song from the room. Men are such insensitive fools. I feel like silencing him.

Wanted to do some soul searching and WORK on this beautiful Sunday. Apparently, the lousy weather and my insensitive brother foiled my plans.

Soul searching. Not possible with the loud rapper music in the background.

Work. Not possible coz my palms and fingers are sweating from the intense heat.

I tink I'm going to waste more water and shower foam.

Introducing...

The Roti Prata House

Had one of the bestest lunch yesterday since I joined Wonderland. Pratas! How could I miss out on pratas when my workplace's so near the all-famous Jalan Kayu prata shops?

Well well well, after 4 mths of dwelling in canteens and more canteens, me and my colleagues decided to venture further. With the help of my boss and one other colleague, we went to this place near Thomson which sells really great pratas.

It was a usual ABNN prata shop setting.

I decided to try out the highly recommended Mushroom & Cheese prata. Wow! A rare good move on my side. It was de...de...de...licious!

The prata came pipping hot, with the melted cheese still steamy and in semi-melted stage. Topped with my favourite button mushrooms somemore. And and and, all these matched with thick chicken curry gravy... Woo~

We ordered mee and beehoon goreng. Well, beehoon was okie. Mee was a loser though.

However, I strongly recommend u guys to go try it!

My only regrets:
(1) Should have taken pics to share. But I simply cannot justify being a proud owner of a competitor's handphone in front of my boss.

(2) I forgot to take their name card or take down the address. Hahahaha. So much for recommending it huh? I'll try to get it from my colleagues during lunch today. Patience hah...

I'm totally frustrated.

Spent a precious ONE hour of my time attending one of the compulsory modules online yesterday only to realise that the system did not record this one hour of mine. The thought of calling IT helpdesk flashed across for a moment but, because I'm such a techno-goondo, I thought it might have been me who forgot to click on some ass-sy looking button to verify completion of the course.

Well, to play safe and avoid humiliation from the IT helpdesk personnel again, I decided to re-take the module one more time and this time, I make sure I looked out for the ass-sy looking button to click.

Then, as I proceeded to restart the module...

I got this message scrolling across the screen for sometime like eternity.

"Loading... Please wait..."

Closed the window and repeated the module "n" times. Even tried to start a different module. The other module worked, just not this one.

I AM SO PISSED.

TO HELL WITH ONLINE MODULES!

Deja Vu

I just had Deja Vu...again.

It's strange to feel dat I've been to a place I've never ever been to before. It's strange to be in the exact same scene and doing the exact same thing in a dream I had before. Is this a gift or curse? Is this a special privilege or does everyone enounter this? Is this mere coincidence or a sign?

My dream 1:
It was Chemistry class on a hot afternoon. I got bored and looked out to the corridor. Some guy made a huge heart from cardboard (nicely decorated) that says, "For My Sweetest Gal" and walked past at this very moment. Bliss...

Reality (some years later);
It was Chemistry class on a hot afternoon. I got bored and looked out of the corridor.

The End.


My dream 2:
I was editing a report in excel (some cells were highlighted in light blue and some light green). Phone rang and it was sweet boyfriend. Chatted happily. Bliss...

Reality (just mins ago):
I was editing a report in excel (some cells were highlighted in light blue and some light green).

The End.


Wat the f***?

Crappy and bo liao things like Chemistry class and reports happen. And then, there was NOTHING!!!

I am so pissed.

I'll marry anyone who buys me a fried chicken wing within the next hour.

Damn. Did I cause an immediate nation-wide dumping of fried chicken wings? Tamade.

I'm a Foolish Piece of Shit

I just went to "check" whether he's single. There was a moment of struggle as the page was loading.

Do I really wanna know his status? What if it shows dat he's attached? Or worse, wat if he's married? At this age and time, anything could happen. But then again, so what if I saw "single"? How true could one be virtually? I'm guilty of online treason myself...

Nevertheless, I couldn't resist. The page loaded and I opened my eyes and it says...










SINGLE!!!

Hooray! He's still single! Single single single. Yay yay yay!

Well, at least he's still single virtually.

I'm totally ashamed of my behavior. Isn't this wat a 15 yr old would do? Consistently checking his online status and immersing in self-imagination and fantasy on whatever he made himself out to be in the virtual world.

I dunno y I'm suddenly reminded of him. Perhaps it's because I'm feeling real shitty today and decided dat I could do with some love. Yeah. Unrequited love.