Tuesday, February 20, 2007
say hello to new(/old) black tresses.
and while waiting half an hour for the dye to set, i blog hopped a little bit and got slightly depressed. who would have known, this internet junkie would have been so disconnected without a wireless is actually detesting the worldwideweb?
and while rinsing the hair, ive decided; this entry that im still madly typing away shall be the last on miss sixteen green vinyls.
ive had this outlet for too long.
to tell you a little secret? this page holds nothing but excessively overloaded self obsessionality. (and i know you guys are really liking my collages, i know i know.) and guess whos had enough of the attention. (i have evidence at statcounter and the rapid counter jumps.)
or maybe because, ive lost all the excitement and momentum to keep this page going.
you know, sometimes i stare at this type page for too long i find it difficult to put all my emotions and thoughts into proper sentences. eloquence has lost me. my only compensation? photoshop and visuals and collages. obbviiiiiiously.
and i think, this doesnt do any justice to me, at all.
at all.
or maybe because, im too afraid of how, this words that escaped from me would be a form of judgement for anonymous and by-passers. im a wimp, okay. i dont quite wanna share this identity to unknowns for they REALLY do not know.
again, i cant quite share the reasons why im getting depressed with issues this trivial. i cant help being a taurean, okay?
so before i lie to myself about never to blog again, wait for me to think of a new blog name. to the rest, i trust you guys to dig up all the tangles intertwined to find me again, somehow somewhere, from google i suppose. till then, bid your goodbyes to 16green-vinyls, for good, this time.
adios amigos.
with love,
the very same girl from infragilist.
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i have promised the boys a post on them many years ago.
luck is only my part time friend.
i won mj, lost blackjack and lost inbetween. blah.
supper at sembawang was on tat. (say yay to brilliant tehtarik). i cry because i have bigger thighs than tat. i shall promise never to steal his food again. (rrrrright)
then my virgin experience behind the wheel of an auto mobile and abel's new car. me likey!
time to make time! :)
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Sunday, February 18, 2007
hello, its the cny again.
while everyone is basking into the festive mood of od-ing oranges, igotmoreangpaothanyou and all that vivababoom, i stay home in pure indulgence of prison break season two.
its funny. half my life ago, cny was sucha huge thing - me, clad in red cheongsam and reciting gongxifacai phrases my mum made me memorise (so that it reflects on her upbringing) and then i'd run to the toilet to see how much ive gotten in the packet.
now, i dont even do newyear shopping no more. every other day should be retail therapy, anyways)
anyhows, its crown's birthday!
a year ago, i was as excited as a mother of a newborn, sleeping in the
living floor next to the pup for an entire week. waking every few hours to bring her for a pee, even though i was sitting through my final papers and mahjonging my life away. every once in a while, i'd have to make the rest 'gai pai' (cover tiles) cos ive to mop another puddle of pee on the floor. remember not, julia?!
and crown was tiny enough to fit in my lap, her mouth not even big enough to bite a ball.
now, she totally crawls all over me and is totally capable of destroying ANYTHING. remember not, beewee?!
you know, time flies. i know, ive said this a thousand times.
i look back, i get scared.
i look at now, i say, wow.
"but, i really dont know." i'd say, added with a shrug.
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so on friday, the boss was nice enough to give us a half day, after a minor spring cleaning. then told me and siok that we'd rotate different job scope and might top up our pathetic four fifty(!!). this time, i really can do the nannypoo victory dance.
i look at ronald, i tell myself, maybe IPP isnt that bad after all.
haha im only kidding. but im envious of tat, he gets to take the NEL. major harhar! ;p
okay, the mum has taught the dog how to gongxi gongxi. im impressed.
YOU, stay on my mind.
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Thursday, February 15, 2007
i dont like my job.
i dont like calling from a list of billion data and persuading them to sign up for U-stupid-OB credit cards.
i hate being a pest.
i hate it, because i feel like im cheating them into an agreement of something said but not done (cos they have like ten thousand other tiny terms&conditions to consider. the bank is gonna sue me).
i just, dont like.
sulk.
imagine yourself desk/chair bounded 9andahalf hours a day WITHOUT a personal PC. the only thing you can do is to actually do your work or stone while pretending to be busy. trust me, ive already mastered the art of stoning stage 3.
other than that, im just picking out my split ends. (what else right?)
but hello? just because yours truly is capable of hitting more than an assigned quota, doesnt mean you can double it up. i cannot, CANNOT live with a conscience like that. the only mean of covering up my guilt while still being at it, is to think about the commission snowballing other than a pathetic four firty.
thank god, siok wan is such a sweetpea.
thank god, bugis has good food.
thank god, the last hour of the day is filled with laughing goodness.
thank god, we're having NEXT WHOLE WEEK OFF.
or else, i'll choke myself with ALL my split ends.
but thelove has promised to make it all better. -takes advantage-
harhar oh oh oh,
-cup hands-
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY & HAPPY LOVE DAY!
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happiness is love. the key to happiness is to love someone more than yourself.
cliche right?
i like. :D
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Thursday, February 08, 2007
4 papers down, only 1 more to go
- which isnt much of a hullabaloo for me cos, fucking IPP starts on Mon-freaking-day! the crux of this whole attachment issue isnt just that. Yours truly has been posted to everything i never thought i would ever be again, THE CALL CENTER.
-cue halleujah
so when everybodys looking good with their heels and suits in banks and some reputable corporate company (god, i curse you, jean), i kept having flashbacks of how it was during 14weeks of call center during TEP : having supervisors scribbling our names on the to-be-on-time list, making prank calls, having the speakphone stuck to our ears but was never actually on call, bobby our shredder machine, dota yada yada ...
thing is, bee/abel/denise/khairul/daniel/jean/shauna/siangmui/theresa etc aint gonna be around no more.
SULKS BIG TIME.
you know, on monday (but before the listing), i stroke toto (okay, 4 digits only la) thinking the clovers are with me and phewing away. i should have been lucky with the posting. i expected EVERYTHING, even the zoo or the birdpark, but never the call center. it was only till puluble sent me a text saying, "Good morning Sir, this is Kaly calling from.... AHAHAHAHAHA"
wow. thankyou friend, for breaking the news to me in such humour. i was half laughing half crying.
sobs.
siangmui, zoo is fun. really :)
at least you will never have to "Goodmorning Sir, this is muimui calling from Singtel ......" ever again.
sighs to three figure calls a day (okay, maybe not that much. mr fiction blogger does okayy) and an everyday sore throat.
my only consolation? abel's workplace is just next to mine. tsk
sam, wearing showercaps and goggles and icky uniforms seems cooler still.
-still sulking
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my favourite past time is digging graves
but not enough to burst a bubble
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Thursday, February 01, 2007
it totally hit me that day, when TYL hit me with texts like,
"Remember you once told me that ..."
"But what if ..."
......
Yes I remember.
But somehow, ive forgotten.
Ive forgotten how its never been any harder to fall. Ive forgotten how survival instincts kicked me, telling me to hold on (lifebuoy excluded). Ive forgotten the taste of threemealsaday on a diet of hope.
Maybe because in this stupor and numbness sensation, theres this deprivation from the power to feel. or so i guess.
i can only tell her now that this is just another sweep and it'll be fine.
isnt this pattern obviously apparent (note: double entry intended) enough?
thats just where it hit me.
i thought ive thrown it away, watching it wash away, washed offshore.
who would have thought that it actually, floats?
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what ifs, what ifs ...
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kayly/
chuanyee.