The long Christmas weekend was spent appreciating the simple pleasures in life with loved ones. Food being one of them, though I'm suffering from the adverse effects of turkey overdose. But many delightful presents taketh the agony away.

Oh what relief it is for the Christmas lunch in church to be over and to have gone smoothly. Thank God for keeping the flowers their original colour. Thank God for panadol (I never knew that panadol was that effective on flowers)

More gloom sets in now as the weekend goes away. The weather makes everything worse. It's so timely. "Christmas is here so I might stop raining first." Then when Christmas is gone.. "Thou shall start pissing" and so the rain fell again destroying my precious exercise routine.

Joy to the world, Peace to all who love Him.
The Saviour has been born and all of Heaven smiles.
Glory to God, bring an offering to Him.
Join with all the angels singing, Hallelujah

I dread this weekend. I fear the tables won't fit, the flowers won't look nice, the garland in the sanctuary won't hold, and more things going wrong. And such are all highly possible.

It doesn't help at all that I keep having more people to buy presents for. If I had no bonus, I'm dead.

I have to constantly remind myself that Christmas is a perfect time to give. So each time I have to enter my pin at a shop, I'm chanting in my mind "season for giving, season for giving, giving, giving, giving..."

The weekend is jam packed and I wish I can have a break. Can I have nothing to do, nowhere to go? Please? I need the time to myself. I miss freedom.

It is a month before 1 full year is up and I'll be asked to pack up and leave. I hate the sound of it. I don't want to leave because I'm too settled in. I just got a pay raise and I like the civil service benefits. The other reason why I hate to leave is because I'm really lazy and unwilling to search for a new job.

I think each person's degree of shallowness is measured by the time spent on looks vs the time spent on developing the intellect. Unfortunately, too many people I know take care of their looks more than anything else. Bimbos are what people call them, people known to be foolish, stupid and inept, displaying little or no intellect in their conduct. I myself am not pardoned for being too foolish at times and fall close to the category of such people. Me a bimbo I hope not.

I have terrible mood swings and terrible health. I need something like brands essence of chicken. It seem to become less gross and tastier now than some years back when I detested it.

Sleep, sleep, sleep. The cable guy is coming at 9 tomorrow. I hope I don't look like a witch.

I've very much had enough of comments, all of you.

Brighter weather brings brighter days. Or so I thought.

Dreamroom...

Ever wondered how the highest floor of Singapore's most hated statutory board looks like? This is it. Minus us.


We took many other pictures but there's only this one on my phone.
We are the CPF Board. Our mission is to look after your pathetic retirement money. If you don't trust us, you may renounce your citizenship, find some way to turn 55 instantly or die.





Pictures don't do justice to the place. It has colours everywhere and cushions of all shapes and sizes, a stereo system, books and toys.
It's just like one of those playrooms you find in nurseries except this is much more sophisticated.

I think crunch is no longer the chocolate bar I like. I like Mars now. A Mars bar a day keeps Alicia's blues away. Too fattening still.

rain......

Things I hate about rain
it spoils my exercise routine
it makes showering a pain
it makes going out an even bigger pain
it causes everything to slow down

Things I like about rain
it gives me the excuse of sleeping longer

I have more reasons to hate than like the weather

pink is my new obsession...

a part of my desk this is

Bambi has a friend

who will be given away as a Christmas present.

I bought it too early and end up liking it. Now I can't bear to let it go. But I don't have much of a choice. Sigh.

It's been raining for 2 days.

Yesterday, I had to force myself to go to Ikea and get what I think would be the final stuff I need for Christmas decorations.

Decorations. Why did I volunteer to do it? Because I thought it was fun, simple, easy. But it is stressful, difficult and a hazard to my mental health. Murphy's law proved itself right too many times.

So yesterday I had to go to Ikea.. in the rain. The weather looked fine but when I left church, the rain fell. On the bus, the rain came to a gradual stop. I was hopeful. When I alighted, it poured again! -pissed-

Ikea. It is great comfort to be indoors when the rain seem to pour delibrately on you. My feet were wet, my jeans drenched. Up to find what I need. To the section I last saw the what I need. It's not there. I stood and stared and then looked everywhere. Nothing. Tears welled up. I came all the way in the rain for nothing. The tables are gonna look ugly without them. Despair.

And as if the rain would show anymore mercy. It poured this morning on my way to work. The roads got jammed and the buses were extra crowded. The cabs were all hired. Sigh.

The rain poured far too strategically on me almost all the time. I can feel the clouds watching my movements and once I'm going outdoors the rain would come down.

Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I cant avoid the lightning

Tired but happy.

And after last night's sleep, I'm back to normal.

With the great weather we hoped for, Sharon and my plan to the beach rendered success. We had been thinking about wet weather stuff to do in case it rained on us.

So up the tanning oil and on the mat and tanning begins. It was fun other than getting a few close shaves with flying balls.



After that, before the rain poured in the late afternoon, it's Vivo city. Somehow my retail therapy keeps coming from there. So it's another book (I really tried to exercise self-control, believe me), because we spent more than an hour there browsing, plus really nice bowls and baking dishes from Daiso. They were 2 dollars each, how can you not buy them. I think Terence was so relieved when it wasn't fashion shopping we were into. But excuse me dude, if you wanna come along you just gotta bear with it. Haha.

Time spent this way is a bliss. This has been the best 2 days.

I absolutely love bonuses. Too many things I can do with it.

I rewarded myself a long weekend by getting 2 days of leave from the stupid office (it has become bad enough to be called stupid).

Lunch at Tao's! was great. Perfect ambience, food and service. And I could satisfy my craving for beef which came from a cookbook I invested 5 dollars in. Cheapskate I know.

After that, shopping. Yay. It's a sale everywhere and mango had one of it's usual end season sale where you had to queue up to get into the shop. Great finds for pretty cheap prices though. I bought 2 tops.

And then to city chain to buy the DKNY watch I'd been eyeing for far too long.


That's another one off the wish list.

Bad mood.

Allow me to lament.

The office is hell. My supervisor is big time PMS-ing and my boss is a witch. My colleagues are all too busy with work and work is like a demon from hell.

Truly I say if you can't respect people, don't expect any of it in return. Insults get you nowhere it got me nowhere either. If only moods were controlled by a remote, it would be quite unimaginable in a pleasant way.

Am I not pretty enough
Is my heart too broken
Do I cry too much
Am I too outspoken
Don't I make you laugh
Should i try it harder
Why do you see right through me?

Before the sun rose to display it's radiant colours, I resolved to run 2.4 again. And I did it. I'm happy. Now I'm resolving to do that everytime I go run.

And while Christmas is nearing, and my money rapidly decreasing, I can only get retail therapy from Christmas ornament shopping. Am I ever so glad to get the job of being the official decorator of this year's Christmas in church.

Concourse, too famous for being the best place for Christmas decorations shopping. With all nicely decorated Christmas trees, I get in the mood almost instantly. Shimmering, glittering, flowery, blinking, all standing with a certain stillness but with lights dancing and ribbons wrapped round them in splendor. Too many things to see, too little time and money to spend.

Work was lousy today, being made busy by bothersome stuff. Bosses tend to become unpleasant and even the nicest of all supervisors have their petty days. I shan't elaborate further.

And in a bad day comes a good moment of food and catching up. No matter how tired or how lazy I can get, meeting with girlfriends can't be missed. Friends make a priceless privilege. So we sat and ate and talked and talked and talked till the shop closed. I had fun and maybe we should meet again soon.

That all good times will come to an end. An eventful weekend rendering me exhausted came and gone like a ship sailing by.

What a joy it is to turn 21. You looked wonderful babe.



Looking back at the years even before we were 16, it was a journey.. a long journey for us. Now finally we're adults and I still admire you the same way. Truly, no one has been more trustworthy than you.



You deserve all of it.


Kaleo camp was too short for me because I only stayed for a night. And what a good time it was being with youthful people and the 'try-to-be-youthful' people. This time, we gave a bunch of 16-year-olds the daunting challenge of heading the camp and they did really good. And it is at this camp that I see the energy often suppressed in the presence of adults burst out. Never in my life did i think that Kaleo youths would go jumping at worship (we're supposed to be conservative and traditional aren't we?). And then, the next thing I knew, they went on their knees to worship God. I was very much surprised, in a good way of course. Let's just say it was the first time I see the other side of our youths. As for me, I knelt and it was the moment I pledged my life to God again. How can I withhold when he freely gave all things to me.

I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow.
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I’m calling,
Lord you catch me when I’m falling,
And you told me who I am.
I am yours.