Sunday, February 29, 2004
went gymming today! and i worrrrked it! 100 sit ups and 70 of them inclined!! woosh give me a C gimme a H gimme an A gimme a R what does that spell?! mmm though i think i'll probably be paralysed tomorrow from the waist down. and i've been seeing all sorts of suspicious characters at the gym, this hc pe teacher lookalike..what's his name.. mr lock? the one who taught us every wed. and i could've sworn i saw david loh, yes the computer teacher whose icq nick was coffee or smth stupid like that, and the exact same one pursued c.tan, gan kam jean and the toilet auntie with a vengeance. and come to think of it the toilet auntie might've been the old lady pulling weights, i wouldn't know better.
anyway i'm seriously considering changing churches. in the past i could hardly fathom myself being in another church, after all i grew up in fcbc, celebrated my 5th bday party with my sunday school class, moved with the church from the old slf building to tc to tct, joined all the stuff like barnabus club, kid's slot, congre meetings, the west district camps in malaysia, the phileo camp at sentosa, encounters...but the g12 conference on fri was serious motivation for me to get up and go. i don't know. i'm tired of hearing about all this regurgitation, tired of having so much emphasis placed on ps khong's family, jaded by all the expectations placed on the members. the only thing that's stopping me from leaving are all my friends, people with whom i've bared my soul and heart, and the memories. this will take some time.
You’re packing a suitcase for a place
None of us has been
A place that has to be believed
To be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird
In an open cage
Who will only fly
Only fly for freedom
Walk on
Walk on
What you got
You can’t deny it
Can’t sell it or buy it
Walk on
Walk on
You stay safe tonight
char 2/29/2004 10:30:00 PM
Thursday, February 26, 2004
i'm fucking irritated. for the love of god stop telling me results are going to be out next week! i sure as hell know they're going to be out so just lay off! is that too much to ask! stop calling me up in the morning just to tell me whatever shit you know makes me squirm and i don't need any reminders please not online not offline not ever!! and i don't actually see the point of you wishing me good luck after every dig at my misfortune so beat it okay!!
and to people who cry in the open to seek attention please just piss off too.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
i'm fucking irritated. for the love of god stop telling me results are going to be out next week! i sure as hell know they're going to be out so just lay off! is that too much to ask! stop calling me up in the morning just to tell me whatever shit you know makes me squirm and i don't need any reminders please not online not offline not ever!! and i don't actually see the point of you wishing me good luck after every dig at my misfortune so beat it okay!!
and to people who cry in the open to seek attention please just piss off too.
char 2/26/2004 11:31:00 PM
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
what's worse than the a levels?? a level results!!! ack!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
what's worse than the a levels?? a level results!!! ack!!
char 2/25/2004 11:16:00 PM
Saturday, February 21, 2004
today i sat in for magdelene, the secretary of the famous deborah ong, my dad's friend who last saw me when i was a baby, and it's scary to have all 3 phonelines at your fingertips. i have to stop myself from picking up and going 'yo!' or 'heyyy', even a simple 'hello' won't suffice. so when i finally got it down pat:
"good afternoon pricewaterhousecoopers, how may i help you?" -rolling all the rrrrs
"ehhh charmaine arh....agnes ah! you sitting in ah!"
imagine my crestfallen face when i realised it was maggie's secretary, asking me in chinese if i wanted to extend my stay for another month, saying zhiming and maggie were very keen too. and hoping against hope i asked if the pay would be the same and she said yes. suckkit. then i told her pending and i'll get back to HR on monday. later i found out she told maggie and zhiming that i was interested in staying on! ooh the treachery!! so cunning!!! such a foxy laydee...
one more wk of pwc. and in the past 1 mth and 20 days as a lowly temp in a big mnc i've call-overed, despatched, casted, photocopied, faxed more than i can ever remember. i've called callovers rude names, casted with a calculator precision that would've knocked the socks off mr graphic calculator man shiyao, jammed the printer when trying to insert blue paper, and faxed 12 blank pages to germany because i forgot it was page down not up. i've been to all the available eateries in cbd and how! from goldenshoe carpark food centre to finer dining at don and soup central, from beef stomach to chicken pie, from yakun kaya toast to mr teh tarik and milo dinosaurs, from instant mee to anything but instant mee! i've walked all over cbd to deliver stuff, from ocean towers to uob plaza - and uob plaza1 has the coolest to the maximus lifts, i've been to slf building harbourfront peace centre raffles city and atrium@orchard.
and i've met some wonderful people, needless to say, utt(oooer), margaret my ever patient secretary who gave us angpows for cny and let me do pretty much whatever i wanted, richard the RRRRRR*!($*(@#%* associate with the monkey accent and monkey face who ironically gives me all the monkey jobs, eric the delivery guy who earns more than us temps -the horror, chye hwee the cute squirt of a manager who runs around the office hands flailing in the air, and of course all the other temps esp zhiming and maggie who made my time so enjoyable. maria and yixin the other 2 lunch buddies, stealing shiokadelic buffet food outside the typing pool with kerk, secretly sniggering at darren's aussie accent, michelle bringing me hot milo (i was fooled into believing it was chocolate for 2 wks!!) and chocolate cream biscuits when she thought i looked lonely and sad when mag and zhiming were out on despatches. i'm tempted to stay on but really what's the point when everyone's leaving, mag's going to iras, nicole's gona slack around and actually enjoy her holidays, and zhiming's gona act as gollum at the sci centre lotr exhibition. and i have a better paying job at holland v -thanks yunde dear :) that allows me to wake up at 8 and traipse into the office in neighbourhood bum attire. not much of a choice there right.
Saturday, February 21, 2004
today i sat in for magdelene, the secretary of the famous deborah ong, my dad's friend who last saw me when i was a baby, and it's scary to have all 3 phonelines at your fingertips. i have to stop myself from picking up and going 'yo!' or 'heyyy', even a simple 'hello' won't suffice. so when i finally got it down pat:
"good afternoon pricewaterhousecoopers, how may i help you?" -rolling all the rrrrs
"ehhh charmaine arh....agnes ah! you sitting in ah!"
imagine my crestfallen face when i realised it was maggie's secretary, asking me in chinese if i wanted to extend my stay for another month, saying zhiming and maggie were very keen too. and hoping against hope i asked if the pay would be the same and she said yes. suckkit. then i told her pending and i'll get back to HR on monday. later i found out she told maggie and zhiming that i was interested in staying on! ooh the treachery!! so cunning!!! such a foxy laydee...
one more wk of pwc. and in the past 1 mth and 20 days as a lowly temp in a big mnc i've call-overed, despatched, casted, photocopied, faxed more than i can ever remember. i've called callovers rude names, casted with a calculator precision that would've knocked the socks off mr graphic calculator man shiyao, jammed the printer when trying to insert blue paper, and faxed 12 blank pages to germany because i forgot it was page down not up. i've been to all the available eateries in cbd and how! from goldenshoe carpark food centre to finer dining at don and soup central, from beef stomach to chicken pie, from yakun kaya toast to mr teh tarik and milo dinosaurs, from instant mee to anything but instant mee! i've walked all over cbd to deliver stuff, from ocean towers to uob plaza - and uob plaza1 has the coolest to the maximus lifts, i've been to slf building harbourfront peace centre raffles city and atrium@orchard.
and i've met some wonderful people, needless to say, utt(oooer), margaret my ever patient secretary who gave us angpows for cny and let me do pretty much whatever i wanted, richard the RRRRRR*!($*(@#%* associate with the monkey accent and monkey face who ironically gives me all the monkey jobs, eric the delivery guy who earns more than us temps -the horror, chye hwee the cute squirt of a manager who runs around the office hands flailing in the air, and of course all the other temps esp zhiming and maggie who made my time so enjoyable. maria and yixin the other 2 lunch buddies, stealing shiokadelic buffet food outside the typing pool with kerk, secretly sniggering at darren's aussie accent, michelle bringing me hot milo (i was fooled into believing it was chocolate for 2 wks!!) and chocolate cream biscuits when she thought i looked lonely and sad when mag and zhiming were out on despatches. i'm tempted to stay on but really what's the point when everyone's leaving, mag's going to iras, nicole's gona slack around and actually enjoy her holidays, and zhiming's gona act as gollum at the sci centre lotr exhibition. and i have a better paying job at holland v -thanks yunde dear :) that allows me to wake up at 8 and traipse into the office in neighbourhood bum attire. not much of a choice there right.
char 2/21/2004 01:09:00 AM
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Some people weave burlap into the fabric of our lives, and some weave gold thread. Both contribute to make the picture in its entirety beautiful and unique.
so i'm sitting here, letting a strange sort of melancholy descend upon me. it's sad when people weave patterns into the fabric of my life, only to leave fraying threads behind. the patterns begin to run without firm knots and the threads lose their once brilliant lustre, the sepia tinted memories distant and faded.
it's sadder still, when i'm not feeling as sad as i think i should be feeling now.
grace left for australia today and i didn't sms her to say goodbye, i wanted to, until justin informed me that she left already. last night when i first found out, i didn't feel pained, i didn't even feel sad that she didn't tell us personally, insomuch that i let the news wash over me, until just, when i finally made sense of what i missed and what i had let go of.
and i missed her, i missed the gra as i used to know her, the one who made us laugh so hard during the 1st 3 mths that our abs were rock solid, the one who choreographed the miami dance, the same one who liked radiohead when my favourite colour was seven. i missed the times all 4 of us went out tog, buying so yesterday roxy and quiksilver stuf, going to funorama, going to the chinese high lounge to play scrabble during lectures. and grace was my usual mass dance partner, doing all the diamond and shine moves with an unrivalled fervour during hwachong zoukouts. attending stuf like solace and dramafeste rehearsals together, she carrying the lamp post instead of the grass.the time she and i ponned chem tutorial and got hell for that, another time when i was on the verge of breaking up and she and i hid below in a stairwell in chinese high, and so many other times when my life was fraught with a seemingly neverending line of problems and heartaches, and i'd just call her crying, and when she had her problems too, we were just there for each other through the ups and downs, and somehow the problems just seemed smaller and less indomitable afterwards.
and though we haven't talked for the longest time, and 4 of us haven't hung out for ages, all i hope for her is the best in whatever she does, that she'll keep close to God, and that she'll be truly happy with whatever life has in store for her.
and if she ever reads this,
gra, we love you, i love you. always and forever.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Some people weave burlap into the fabric of our lives, and some weave gold thread. Both contribute to make the picture in its entirety beautiful and unique.
so i'm sitting here, letting a strange sort of melancholy descend upon me. it's sad when people weave patterns into the fabric of my life, only to leave fraying threads behind. the patterns begin to run without firm knots and the threads lose their once brilliant lustre, the sepia tinted memories distant and faded.
it's sadder still, when i'm not feeling as sad as i think i should be feeling now.
grace left for australia today and i didn't sms her to say goodbye, i wanted to, until justin informed me that she left already. last night when i first found out, i didn't feel pained, i didn't even feel sad that she didn't tell us personally, insomuch that i let the news wash over me, until just, when i finally made sense of what i missed and what i had let go of.
and i missed her, i missed the gra as i used to know her, the one who made us laugh so hard during the 1st 3 mths that our abs were rock solid, the one who choreographed the miami dance, the same one who liked radiohead when my favourite colour was seven. i missed the times all 4 of us went out tog, buying so yesterday roxy and quiksilver stuf, going to funorama, going to the chinese high lounge to play scrabble during lectures. and grace was my usual mass dance partner, doing all the diamond and shine moves with an unrivalled fervour during hwachong zoukouts. attending stuf like solace and dramafeste rehearsals together, she carrying the lamp post instead of the grass.the time she and i ponned chem tutorial and got hell for that, another time when i was on the verge of breaking up and she and i hid below in a stairwell in chinese high, and so many other times when my life was fraught with a seemingly neverending line of problems and heartaches, and i'd just call her crying, and when she had her problems too, we were just there for each other through the ups and downs, and somehow the problems just seemed smaller and less indomitable afterwards.
and though we haven't talked for the longest time, and 4 of us haven't hung out for ages, all i hope for her is the best in whatever she does, that she'll keep close to God, and that she'll be truly happy with whatever life has in store for her.
and if she ever reads this,
gra, we love you, i love you. always and forever.
char 2/19/2004 11:53:00 PM
aye just did a very typical geri quiz that i ripped off shu min's blog but anyway today i ponned work haha rock ons!! thanks to someone who kept me up till 2.30 am so now he owes me doctor's fees + my pay of 40 bux. damn terrible then hsien told me to feign diarrhoea and so i did, and the doctor gave me a 2 day mc for acute gastrocitis or smth. 2 days! shit i wish i had 2 days paid sick leave a mth. i'd happily skip work tomorrow and go shopping again.
You are one of the few out there whose wings are
truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and
divine, you are one blessed with a certain
cosmic grace. You are unequalled in
peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of
Light your wings are massive and a soft white
or silver. Countless feathers grace them and
radiate the light within you for all the world
to see. You are a defender, protector, and
caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver
of the wrong, chances are you are taken
advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often.
But your innocence and wisdom sees the good in
everyone and so this mistreatment does not make
you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will
try to help misguided souls find themselves and
peace. However not all Angelics allow
themselves to be gotten the better of - the
Seraphim for example will be driven to fighting
for the sake of Justice and protection of those
less powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever
change - the world needs more people like you.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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aye just did a very typical geri quiz that i ripped off shu min's blog but anyway today i ponned work haha rock ons!! thanks to someone who kept me up till 2.30 am so now he owes me doctor's fees + my pay of 40 bux. damn terrible then hsien told me to feign diarrhoea and so i did, and the doctor gave me a 2 day mc for acute gastrocitis or smth. 2 days! shit i wish i had 2 days paid sick leave a mth. i'd happily skip work tomorrow and go shopping again.
You are one of the few out there whose wings are
truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and
divine, you are one blessed with a certain
cosmic grace. You are unequalled in
peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of
Light your wings are massive and a soft white
or silver. Countless feathers grace them and
radiate the light within you for all the world
to see. You are a defender, protector, and
caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver
of the wrong, chances are you are taken
advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often.
But your innocence and wisdom sees the good in
everyone and so this mistreatment does not make
you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will
try to help misguided souls find themselves and
peace. However not all Angelics allow
themselves to be gotten the better of - the
Seraphim for example will be driven to fighting
for the sake of Justice and protection of those
less powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever
change - the world needs more people like you.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by Quizilla
char 2/19/2004 12:14:00 AM
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
insouciance
hope springs eternal
yearning disguised by
apathy, lassitude
a hush. that swallows the words
of
perchance
a life short of everything, lost of nothing
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
insouciance
hope springs eternal
yearning disguised by
apathy, lassitude
a hush. that swallows the words
of
perchance
a life short of everything, lost of nothing
char 2/17/2004 10:16:00 PM
Friday, February 13, 2004
i am in love with my job. truly truly in love.
warning, ramblings of a rabid fan girl up ahead.
today, after much cajoling, maggie let me go with her on her despatch job to the mtv asia head office at the atrium at orchard, and i seriously cannot convey how awesome the experience was. starting from the time when we first stepped out of the lift, my handphone was already on a roll, with me taking photos at every turn and at every chance. the totally cool blue and silver decor, conference rooms, plasma tvs everywhere with mtv videos and nickelodeon cartoons, vending machines with coke and everything else behind a bartop looking thing that didn't require money, a foozball table, mtv merchandise brandished everywhere, conference rooms that were like...totally cool, -like....pardon my terribly limited vocabulary- and sofas everywhere for employees to chill. and there we were squealing over the vending machines and getting cokes when this guy walks up to maggie and asks her to take a photo for him. AND OH MY G*D it was UTT!!!!
like pls just so shoot me then.
and at this juncture maggie kindly obliges having no idea whatsoever that the camera she's holding in her hands belongs to oh, maybe just about the most incredibly frrrresh smoothie made to perfection mtv vj that has every walked the plains of this earth. and so there i am gaping like a goldfish and mouthing his name to myself and maggie's friend asks me huh who's utt. can such a question even exist. and then the only intelligible thing i can say at this time is "utt utt utt.." which isn't very intelligible when i sound like a wretched scooter out of gas. i am such a shit. anyway yes so did my best to regain whatever composure or sanity i had left and asked him to take a photo with me. and it was such an emotional and touching moment when he said yes of course. and i'm like this close to losing it when he just grabs my shoulder with a vice like grip and pushes me towards him, and i'm there breathing the air he breathes, almost feeling his heartbeat , i could write a poem about this man but it would be obscene. and after that orgasmic experience maggie decides she wants to get in on the act "eh help me take photo!" at which point i remind her that she doesn't even know who he is. and she happily tuts away with a "haiyarh but he looks like someone worthy enough to take a picture with." hel-lo. i'm at a loss for words.
anyway
utt where have you been all my life!!!!
Friday, February 13, 2004
i am in love with my job. truly truly in love.
warning, ramblings of a rabid fan girl up ahead.
today, after much cajoling, maggie let me go with her on her despatch job to the mtv asia head office at the atrium at orchard, and i seriously cannot convey how awesome the experience was. starting from the time when we first stepped out of the lift, my handphone was already on a roll, with me taking photos at every turn and at every chance. the totally cool blue and silver decor, conference rooms, plasma tvs everywhere with mtv videos and nickelodeon cartoons, vending machines with coke and everything else behind a bartop looking thing that didn't require money, a foozball table, mtv merchandise brandished everywhere, conference rooms that were like...totally cool, -like....pardon my terribly limited vocabulary- and sofas everywhere for employees to chill. and there we were squealing over the vending machines and getting cokes when this guy walks up to maggie and asks her to take a photo for him. AND OH MY G*D it was UTT!!!!
like pls just so shoot me then.
and at this juncture maggie kindly obliges having no idea whatsoever that the camera she's holding in her hands belongs to oh, maybe just about the most incredibly frrrresh smoothie made to perfection mtv vj that has every walked the plains of this earth. and so there i am gaping like a goldfish and mouthing his name to myself and maggie's friend asks me huh who's utt. can such a question even exist. and then the only intelligible thing i can say at this time is "utt utt utt.." which isn't very intelligible when i sound like a wretched scooter out of gas. i am such a shit. anyway yes so did my best to regain whatever composure or sanity i had left and asked him to take a photo with me. and it was such an emotional and touching moment when he said yes of course. and i'm like this close to losing it when he just grabs my shoulder with a vice like grip and pushes me towards him, and i'm there breathing the air he breathes, almost feeling his heartbeat , i could write a poem about this man but it would be obscene. and after that orgasmic experience maggie decides she wants to get in on the act "eh help me take photo!" at which point i remind her that she doesn't even know who he is. and she happily tuts away with a "haiyarh but he looks like someone worthy enough to take a picture with." hel-lo. i'm at a loss for words.
anyway
utt where have you been all my life!!!!