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I is for….

Somehow, I realise that half my memes are offloaded this way by this fellow called Hucks, who merrily tagged me when I decided to open my heart and share my innermost secret with him. And he just has to give me a letter which is so darn difficult. Grr.

Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and than pass out letters to those who want to play along.

Here goes….

1. I is for iMac
My baby, the most expensive thing I have ever bought for myself. It’s lasted me for exactly four years now and it’s still going strong. Rock on, Apple!

2. I is for iPod
I really wouldn’t know what I would do if I do not have my 5G iPod. I am so spoilt these days, tuning into my favourite teevee shows while on the train, on the bus, anywhere actually. So, rock on, Apple! Last I heard, Creative suffered a loss in their last financial quarter. Pardon me while I go off to smirk.

3. I is for ice-cream
I have a sweet tooth and I lurrrve ice-cream. Last night, it was two tubs of Ben and Jerry’s and today, it was Island Creamery at Serene Centre. And this is why the boyfriend is so cute and tubby and has hence lost his bet with me (Bangkok, here I come!).

4. I is for India
Definitely one of the places that I want to backpack through before I grow up and become a spoilt adult who only wants air-conditioning and soft, comfortable beds when she travels.

5. I is for irritating
This is on my list of most-used words. Frequently preceded by “bloody” and followed by a variety of unmentionables (this is a child-safe site).

6. I is for Imogen Heap
A great singer whom I discovered last year. Amazing, unique vocals and catchy tunes.

7. I is for inspiration
All creative people will attest to the fact that without inspiration, our work is like a bottle of flat soda, bland and stale. Not sure why but I find myself bereft of inspiration lately. The best artists are those who can create sparks out of the most ordinary events and sadly, I can’t seem to see the best in these little things anymore. I keep thinking that my best writing years are over, I am just as mediocre as your next blogger who talks of nothing but what she ate and did today. Sometimes, people like O2 and monoceros puts me to shame.

8. I is for insecurity
There are those who seem to be blessed with healthy amounts of confidence and then, there are those who never seem to have enough. I hover between the edge of both, often creating unnecessary emotional distress by thinking about things that should hardly matter. Not many people know this but the crazy, loud-mouthed facade is often nothing more than a mask to cover up the inadequacies felt within (see above).

9. I is for imagination
While I may lack self-belief sometimes, I certainly am in no danger of suffering from a lack of imagination. Give me an idea and I can push it to a region far outerworldly than you can ever, well, imagine. When I was 10, I was Prince Harry’s wife and riding a horse. Hah.

10. I is for….I
I, me, myself. Despite everything, I am actually a pretty happy person. I don’t have hangups, don’t desire to put on weight to look good, don’t care much for getting bigger boobs, don’t think twice about going to town in nothing but my bare face, specs, singlet, sweat pants and slippers. I’m sort of cruising through life contentedly and it’s fine just the way it is.

There! Boy, was that tough.

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Me, all about meeee

I hereby designate today as the meme day, because I got tagged and I also saw another one that is currently making its way round.

Where was I one year ago?
It was a time of many firsts. Had my first (real) job, was ecstatic at taking my first Business Class flight to first-time destination Las Vegas. Was also retrenched for the first (and hopefully, only) time in my life.

Where was I five years ago?
I was in the first year of university (gah, has it been that long?), happily skipping classes and living life like a happy-go-lucky hippie with little care and worry. Readings? What’s that?

Where was I ten years ago?
Ahh…..10 years ago, I was an angsty and pimply teen trying desperately to pass A’Maths and Physics for once. The thought of turning lesbian crossed my mind when someone of my own sex, whom I got to know better, fell in love with me. But I realised that if I could actually sit down and think about it, I was probably not one and decided to just stick with boys. Of course, who would have known that I was a closet commitment-phobic, running away when boys liked me and I lost interest halfway.


My ex is also my current boyfriend. He went from boyfriend to arse and back to boyfriend again in the last six years. Happily enough, the arse years are getting noticeably lesser than the boyfriend years.

Maybe I should check myself into Shopaholics Anonymous. Boy, do I need therapy. I could spend all day scouring the Internet for frocks.

I love writing, sunsets, cable cars, Sex and the City, sleeping in, my Mac….for more, please see here.

I don’t understand men. They are so bloody weird sometimes, I have trouble believing they are from the same planet as us.

I lose control of my emotions too often. A sad song, a touching scene in the movie, a poignant scene in the chapter, an arse of an editor could turn on the taps easily.

People say different things about me, ranging from bimbotic to crazy to fun to geeky to being a good listener to aloof. Well, it really depends on my mood and who I am dealing with.

Love is like air, I can’t imagine living without it.

Somewhere, someone is wishing that he/she is living a better life somewhere else.

I will always evolve to be me and still be somewhat different.

Forever is an ideal but not a reality.

I never want to be cold and cynical, such that people, words and visuals do not move my heart anymore.

I think the current US President has a terrible command of English.

When I wake up in the morning, I go right back to sleep.

My past was scarred and yet enriching, painful and yet strong, emotional yet gratifying all at the same time.

I get annoyed when people treat me with condescension and try to lord over me, as if their existence is superior to mine.

Parties are for letting your hair loose with crazy friends!

My dog is non-existent. The matriarch never allowed us to have pets because she had no time to clean up after them and she knew, rightly, that we wouldn’t either.

My cat is as non-existent as my dog.

Kisses are fun especially when they are unexpected!

Tomorrow is something I both anticipate and fear. I believe that my future is bright and yet, I am getting old and losing opportunities and youth at the same time.

I really want to travel the world and immerse myself in the different cultures. I miss Siem Reap badly.

I have low tolerance for people who push past me to get into the train when passengers are still alighting.


Who do I tag? Well, whoever is interested in doing this. I stole this so leave me a note if you are planning to steal this from me!

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Face recognition

I have been playing with this funny celebrity face recognition website and it has been giving me lots of weird matches! Of course, I am only going to showcase the gorgeous matches that the “system” threw up. Afterall, why would I want to trumpet to the whole world that I resemble Stephen Chow??!

Celebrity lookalike part 2

First, I look like Song Hae Gyo.

Celebrity lookalike part 4

Then I turned Caucasian and became Jessica Alba while the boyfriend…..well, his match was queer.

Celebrity lookalike part 5

I went back to being Asian while Popartgirl’s match was skinny fry Calista Flockhart. Ooh!

Celebrity lookalike part 3

Suddenly, Popartgirl and Squirt both resembled Tata Young!

But the most hilarious match was for this photo of Ash, Popartgirl and myself:

Celebrity lookalike part 1

Ash apparently resembled Jang Dong Gun!!! Popartgirl had no match while I became Kylie Minogue. No complaints though. Tee hee.

Go try it here. Crappy site does not support Safari for Macs though, you would need Firefox. Boo.

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Music meme from Hucks

Sorry my dear Kor, I totally forgot about the meme that you tagged me to do. Well, better late than never, I guess. Here goes:

1. A song by a Beatle:
Hey Jude
Unquestionably one of my favourite Beatles song. Yes, yes, I know the question asked for song by A Beatle but hey, I prefer my Beatles together yah?

2. A song featuring piano as the main instrument:
Beautiful Disaster, live acoustic version by Kelly Clarkson
I love this version, it’s so emotional and intimate.

3. A song with a man’s name in the title:
Mr Brightside by The Killers
Heh heh, since it’s got the word “mister” in the title, I think it qualifies as a man’s name. This is by far my favourite Killers song. Once this is pounding in my ears when I am plugged into the iPod at the gym, I become a racer on the treadmill. I used to run with The Killers and Franz Ferdinand, always telling myself I can only stop after the song, and then the next, and then the next. That was how I pushed myself.

4. A song with a woman’s name in the title:
Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls
Who didn’t like this song when it first came out? The perfect angsty, adolescent song.

5. A song about money:
Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani
Not exactly my favourite song, just rather catchy and infectious.

6. A song with weather in the title:
NYC Weather Report by Five For Fighting
One of my favourite band singer. He’s just got this mellow and sad, puppy eye kind of voice that appeals to me.

7. A song with parentheses in the title (these are parentheses):
Superman (It’s not easy) by Five for Fighting
Yes, it’s another Five for Fighting song. Probably the first song to propel him to popularity.

8. A song made by a punk band:
Good Riddance (Time of your Life) by Green Day
Yes, another coming of age song, this is. I remember the guys in my JC choir going bollocks over this song. They would plant themselves in the choir room and then strum this on the aging guitar like the angsty teens that we all were. Heck, I remember this dude who was supposedly in like with me (he fell in like with almost all the girls in my year) sitting outside the room, looking all lost and depressed playing this song. But obviously, the cheap trick did not work in my books, haha!

9. A song with the word “song” in the title:
You and Me Song by the Wannadies
Ack! Ack! I heart this song so much, because I heart the movie that much. I remember blasting this song in nyrtap’s car and us singing our lungs out and bobbing our heads. I think the suspension of his car must have suffered badly.

10. A song you love so much you stop and listen whenever you hear it put it on repeat mode and never get sick of it:
100 Years by Five for Fighting
No doubt, this is THE song for me. Play count on my iTunes is currently 318 and that is not including the number of times this song played on my iPod. It’s been two years but I am still not tired of this wonderful song. Boy, I can definitely loop this all night.

Five people I tag (heh heh):
Mr Cynical-turned-miso-bitchy (cos he has like 20GB of songs, I don’t think he has listened to every single song in his library)
O2 (if he is still around and reading this!)
VK (you with the beng car!)
AKM (heeeeee….)

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Simple pleasures

The dude likes to tag me for such stuff. Maybe it’s because he knows how much I delight in such memes, jumping late onto the bandwagon along with the rest of the blogosphere.

Anyway, the meme goes like this: Name five of life’s simple pleasures that you like most, then pick five people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not use things that someone else has already used.

But because I want to appear intellectual and sophisticated, I will actually do two versions of the meme. Okay, I am kiasu, can?

The Intellectual version

  • Reading the newspapers from end to end. Of every section, minus Recruit and Classified
  • Staying engrossed in intriguing books before bedtime or on a lazy Sunday with the rain pouring outside my window, while tucked snugly under my toasty quilt
  • Taking an accidental shot that ends up looking fabulous, if I may say so myself
  • Travelling the world to soak in the different cultures
  • Hearing the chords fall neatly into place to form harmonious melodies as the choir sings

Now, for The Bimbo version (don’t laugh!).

  • Finding a pair of pants or shoes or a top that actually fits perfectly, without the need for alteration, and does not kill my bank account
  • Having a phone conversation with my four-year-old nephew, talking about the most ludicrous things (“No darling, your saliva won’t reach me if you spit into the phone, it doesn’t work that way”)
  • EITHER sticking my legs onto his lap while he is driving to get a foot massage and a ride home at the same time OR physically abusing him in various ways, such as bitch-slapping (no more than ant bites, really) his arm and stomach and kicking his arse. Can’t make up my mind (OOPS does this consider as two simple pleasures?)
  • Immersing myself in In Style magazine and then thinking, Ah hah! I have this, this, this, and this so now I can have the perfect outfit!
  • Pigging out on nasi lemak, chendol, rojak, char kway teow, roast duck and Hainanese chicken rice all in a day. Shiok, huh?

I’m supposed to tag people but really, I think everyone should do it once you have actually taken the time to read through my wonderful list. Go on, unleash the inner bimbo in you!

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100 days to 25

It’s exactly 100 days to my next birthday!

According to the Birthday Calculator anyway. Obviously I have better things to do than to sit and count the calendar day by day.

My birth tree (I never knew there was such a thing) is the Elm Tree, the noble-mindedness and the description says:
Pleasant shape, tasteful clothes, modest demands, tends not forgive mistakes, cheerful, likes to lead but not to obey, honest and faithful partner, tends to a know-all-attitude and making decisions for others, noble-minded, generous, good sense of humour, practical.

How true.
I especially like the “pleasant shape” one.
Pleasant shape.

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Quotable quotes

As a journalist, one of the best things to happen is when subjects, be it interviewees or speakers, shed all their PR inhibitions and let loose their lips. They either take (un)intelligent potshots at anything and everything, or say the darnest things that make you go, did he just say that?

Here are some of the best that I have read this week.

“Maybe on Friday they get their 30th virus of the week on their PC and they decide to go check out a Mac.” –Apple CEO Steve Jobs at the Apple Expo in Paris, on how iPod users might be tempted to switch

“Music companies make more money when they sell a song on iTunes than when they sell a CD. If they want to raise prices, it’s because they’re greedy. If the price goes up, people turn back to piracy – and everybody loses.” –Steve Jobs waxes lyrical about music companies

“We want to go after as much as we can. I’m an investor in Salesforce, and I want to see my investment go to zero.” — Oracle CEO Larry Ellison on his company’s competition with rival

“When Microsoft put up a database to track customer credit-card numbers, it took 45 minutes to be broken into. I’m not here to make fun of Microsoft. Well, not a lot.” — Oracle CEO Larry Ellison on the security efforts of his rivals

“There are some zealots that think there should be no software jobs, that we should all, like, cut hair during the day and write code at night.” –Microsoft chairman Bill Gates on the debate of Microsoft vs. Google

“This is the $8- to $10-billion of research and development we’ve done over the last five years starting to bear fruit. Any one of these activities, I believe, could be our iPod moment.” –Sun Microsystems CEO Scott McNealy holding out for an iPod moment in his company’s products

“It’s the first time we’re using a word-of-mouth campaign to drive interest, instead of a traditional ad campaign.” –a spokesperson for Dell, on the lack of an advertising campaign for its iPod shuffle wannabe, the Dell DJ Ditty. For a contrast, take a read at John Gruber‘s take on how proud Dell is of this product.

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Musical Baton

Instead of really going out to exercise, the boyfriend has done a virtual leap in cyberspace to catch hold of the phenomenon known as musical baton. After having his fill with the baton, he slyly passed it on to me (and five others) without warning. What’s a girl to do but to catch it and continue the race?

So here goes.

Total volume of music files on my computer:
11.80GB, 2461 songs and 6.9 days

The last CD I bought was:
Err….err….hmm….ah hah! Jay Chou’s Ye Hui Mei, which I think is still under the infinite custody of Popartgirl (gimme back, you tootch)

Song playing right now:
Train’s Drops of Jupiter

Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:

  • If You Leave by Nada Surf from Music from the O.C Mix 2 (always reminds me of the period of time before the boyfriend and I got back together)
  • 100 Years by Five For Fighting from The Battle for Everything
  • With or Without You by U2 from The Best of 1980 – 1990
  • Let Down by Radiohead from OK Computer (my companion during those depressed days)
  • Chocolate by Snow Patrol from Final Straw

Five people to whom I’m passing the baton:
Hucks (done)
Ash (done)
Adrian (yes you, Mr Loo)
Vociferous Kitten

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Geek found somewhere else

So, I went to work in a grumpy and dumpy mood.

I hadn’t slept well, had a failed attempt at jogging (curse the day I kena IBS) and was not speaking to him due to a misunderstanding. And then I reached the office only to be met by a waspish editor who thankfully morphed back into her usual cheery self shortly before lunch (earlier suspicions of PMS proved to be right) .

Moreover, nyrtap was having a go at me over MSN whenever he could despite my already vulnerable state, insisting that Tiger would be eating me up for lunch come April 29. (edit: nyrtap wants me to say that he was joking and that he really is a very nice guy.)

I got sick of him and of cracking my brains for good leads on Itanium and decided to surf around. And lo and behold, as this blog was loading, I saw my own bespectacled self staring back and me.


I was so shocked, I closed the window and stared at my pretty wallpaper.
I loaded it again and really, that’s my face on his blog.

I’m super embarrassed because if you have looked at the previous photos, they were all of pouty girls with come-hither looks. They all look like Christy Chung‘s younger sisters (yes, the Christy Chung link is beneficial to all men, go click). And I looked like a blardy underaged nerd next to them. Gawd. I am so not the shagworthy kind. I….I look like a librarian!

Okay, that is so stereotypical, naughty yann.

But anyway, thanks Kor for the shout-out. Much appreciated.

Prada eye bags
Who says I look like nerd? I got Prada eye bags, donch play play