The Backstab Girls in The Land of No Yawns

This post is dedicated to the Land of No Yawns which is my office, and the backstab girl who is this younger girl here.
She worked here for more than a year and is considered my senior. So, she had the opportunity to pass her stuffs to me and move on to work on another category.
She was teaching me stuffs just now before she went into the VP's room to report the handover process.

After some time, I suddenly got a call from the VP who went, "Just now during the handover process, XXX was saying that you were yawning alot. Ya. It's very distracting when she teaches you, so pls stop doing that."

First thought: HUH??
Second thought: . . .
Third thought: Why that prissy little bitch...!!!!

then 15min of whining to my frens, I realised. There could be a perfectly logical and not so bad reasoning to it.

1st option: VP - So how was the handover to Jasmine?
XXX - Ok
VP - Was she attentive? Did she yawn?
XXX - Err... Yah...
~The End~

Well, I can't be taxing my poor brain for more proactive scenarios... But currently this is a way of calming my reactiveness... I could have went up to confront her...
haix...

shall i let her know??
or shall I just put up a mask to protect myself from now on??

Working life sux.
I only like Pay Days.

The Post Which is Just Sad...

Sometimes, things just happen.
You wouldn't know if it happens according to God's will or your own will.

But whatever that happens, you have to know that you helped made it happen. It could have happened differently if you just... Whatever it is, the blame/credit (depending on how u sees it) goes to you yourself. Nobody forced you.

People lose things along the way. But we seldom notice the things we gain at the same time. And vice versa. With Light, there is Dark. With Commitment, there is burden. With Freedom, there is loneliness.

And they say good things come in pairs??

I say Good and bad comes together.

Salsa: Do you want it with Nachos? Or Hot on the Dancefloor??

Not in the best conditions for "lancing" all "light" but... haix... will have to make do.
Tired. My own fault really. But i'm not about to admit what I did...

Anyways, I just realised tat i won't be home early for the entire week. and I just wasted my only possible early sleep night doing.... ya.
Busy busy...

Tue which is today is my regular Salsa night @ Union.
Wed - Dinner with Polo pple. Shamdi's Bday.
Thur - Choir Practice @ Andrew's Place.
Fri - Clubbing @ St. James with my Salsa buddies...
ok. Sat will be sleeping day when nothing will be done, and I will just snooze the day away... Provided if my mom just lets me be... haha... tough luck.

Upsetting on my part, I actually go Salsaing for 1 big reason and tat 1 big reason is always not there. HAIX. If he doesn't go tonight, I swear I'll.............. Still continue going i guess... haix... Wat to do??

Moral of the story:
Things doesn't always happen just becos u wan it to.
Never expect too much.

My frens' moral of the story:
People are downright stupid.
Always Hankering after things that you can't have.

T.G.I.F.

Thank God it's Friday.
I give my thanks to God... For letting me get thru the week while lacking sleep...

Hopefully I get a wonderful wkend for rest and fun, and I'll be raring and ready for the 1st wk of Dec. No wait. Today is the 1st of Dec... What M I stuttering about?? ARGH. mus be the lack of sleep...

Anyways, tomorrow is my little (not-so-little) sister's 14th bday, and I ordered a Fabulous CHOCOMISU cake for her... haha... costs 34 buckaroos and I hope it's worth every penny of it...

Will try posting pics as and when I can la... but... no guarantees... I dun have a bloody camera... maybe i shld try listing it in my wishlist... hmmm...

2pm now... 4.5 more hrs to go to knock off.... OHMmm..........

Updates with Photos. Says for itself.

A Bloody Long Time...

Exactly.. Haven't been blogging for Aeons... Busy with slacking, then work, then choir, then salsa... Basically life has been real exciting...

It's so freakin weird man... dunno y.. but i guess being single or attached, really matter to pple... haix... Like when I was attached, my guy frens shun me like nobody's business, ok... maybe i was exaggerating... And now, when I turned single, I'm suddenly swamped with invitations from the same hoard of them... I know it sounds bitchy... but.. haha... oh well...

3 ex-bfs kinda contacted me on the same day... and it's like... erm... 2 are single?? haha... is that meaning something?? oh.. I don't know... Let's skip that topic... Sensitive...

Anyways, in case frens who haven't had the chance to speak directly with me for this period of time, here's an update:

Me, doing Salsa dancing at JJSalsa @ Murray Street, and knowing the most enthusiastic bunch of Salsa Fanatics...
Me, started singing in a church choir not long ago, and found it to be immensely satisfying...
Me, had a terrific time working in Polo Ralph Lauren Sourcing with Wonderful colleagues who are currently known as ex-colleagues...
Me, completed my Bachelors and currently working in Sasa as an Assistant Buyer...
Me, loves my job and family the most at present...

Yeah, tat's about it... for now i guess...

Till my next post which is dunno how long later...

TATA~~

Free & Easy, my ass...

Supposed to be freakin free due to my retrenchment from Toshiba, leaving me free to do my degree in peace..

"Supposed to be"

Somehow, things never go the way you expect it to go. Tonnes of projects and exams just round the corner, and I had other commitments to entertain..

Not enuf time!! When I was still working, things were so much easier since i could just use work as an excuse to get away with many things...
Haix. Not anymore. The truth is out.

Mom wouldn't stop nagging for me to find a job quick and my school work is piling up like nobody's business.

Watever. Hecks for the time being.

Anyway, just had a mahjong session on Thurs with the gals (inclusive of Ivan Lim aka. The Lion that got slapped by the deer) and some girly sleepover. started off with some spaghetti which i made and i felt like some canteen auntie making mass portions of food for the hungry army boys. Well, in case u dunno, XH has the appetite of two. Thankfully Ivanino was the exact opposite who for the whole entire night kept harping on the fact that he was "EASY". Yesh. My friends.

Played some "In Between" and all gambling queens showed their colors. Me excluded. I lost quite some coins... haha...

I know this pic appeared in XH's blog, but i really like it since i look ok so... here's it.



GTG. Numerous mountains of work growing.
Will appear the time I clearing them.
Tata.

A Mambo Jumbo Entry to the 2006

Lots of things happened before, during and after the 2006 celebration.

I can't really remember shit about it.

hmm..

Everything i remembered is just jumbled up all together, and it's like one sticky piece of phlem. ok. not tat disgusting.

let me see.. there was the Marcus going HK within a snap of the fingers, me rushing thru my project and article in the midst of celebration, and yeah, of cos, the New yr eve adventure with my gals at the Gallery Hotel!
Fun night that was...

But i dun think i'll be able to tell a better detailed story than XH so, go read her blog for it. What? Not up yet? Wait for it la... What's your prob man? Patience is a virtue, u know.

A Christmas Affair

Christmas is happy holidays for most pple.

It is for me too. But...

I used to desire a super-duper, fun-filled christmas with a loud bang with frens and folks all around.



But now, after two nights of straight pure drinking, first night with Ivan the Lion, and last night with Marc's frens, slept less than 6 hrs both nights, woke up and helped out with the christmas preparations at Marc's place till now, I'm so extremely exhausted to the point of no more partying. Too bad for me, there's still a continuous chain of activities following... It's a wonder tat i'm still calmly typing crap at Marc's Mac instead of bolting home. How high my endurance level, we shall see...

Here's wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and hope my following nights can be Silent...

Photolog

The Engineering Manager(female) getting some award. Dunno wat.


I think all three are above 40. I can't believe it.


Yes. Not a clear shot. Polaroid le. Mai hiam buai pai la. dun be too fussy.


Awkward. We were being chased ard for this one. Didn't want to be there. haix.


Where else? Sentosa Siloso Beach lo.

I Remember Some...

I just remembered that I actually had a pretty eventful weekend starting from 16 Dec, Fri to Sun.

Fri was my company TOSHIBA's Dinner and Dance and I do have some pictures to prove it.

Here's one.



No.. It's not photoshopped. It's a Bloody Polaroid for goodness sake...
Good to know that I can look passably pleasant in pictures... It's been a long while... (that's Maggie btw, a colleague and a fellow DnD Committee member. yes. so m I.)

Yes... Fatty deposits at the arms and the tummy. I know i shldn't even point out. but my vampy gals esp a certain XH will be damn quick to point them out.. so... to save me from tat fate, I'll do the pointing out myself.

One more thing.
I have no waist. Tat's like a slap in the face esp when I usually spend my precious time with the gals, bitching about other gals who have no waist... SHIT.
The truth is out to get you.

Back to the DnD posting.

Fun? well, i had some la. but not as much as expected.

1st things 1st.
It was sweltering hot and I was constantly mobbed by the ladies of TOSHIBA in their attempts to change the design or color of their door-gift Sarong. ARGH.

I was doing the reception where all the ladies attending the function had to go thru me; register, put in their name for lucky draw and collect their sarongs. I shld have done the guys reception right? haix. more chances to check out if there're actually any cuties existing in the TOS. I feel I'm so deprived at my office branch. NOt a single cutie in sight even as i glance around the open-concepted place. haix.

There were many ladies whom i haven't seen before. And all of whom demanded changes to their sarong... DAmn irritating... Ggrrrr... Shitty that I'm one softie. Everyone attempts to push me ard.

Did I mention that the DnD was at Bloody Sentosa? ok, erase bloody.
It's at Sapphire hall. one of the newly built open air ballroom with shelter over the heads. but bloody hot for a humid sunset. I was wishing it'll rain. At least then, we wouldn't be having hair that had been painstakingly arranged only to be plastered with sweat on the ladies faces and men with drenching wet hawaiian shirts on top of their white singlets. EEeeeuu... GROSS huh.

Nothing to say about the catered buffet except the fact that it sucked.

Basically, the whole event theme was Latino. Hmm...
how does hawaiian shirts and sarongs fit in there u ask?
How should i know? I weren't the one who organised this whole thingy. jus assisted with the invitation and reception stuffs... Not me, I swear.
The night was literally hot and sweaty, both physically and mentally, considering the fact that the lecherous HR manager Mr Toh dunno wat asked for hot young nymphos to perform at the event. Yes. the Tequila girls.



No. not the centre one. tat's my fellow committee member.
I'm talking about the two by the sides. yes. They may look a tad slutty. but no. I have to say they are pretty fun n nice pple. esp the golden girl. she's especially sporting. Yoohoo for the male libido!! Look at the two hawaiian boys behind... they were staring at the girls but pretended to heck care... HAH. my ass.

We were split into two grps, the Rumba & the Samba. And thus the competitive games commenced. Choose the hottest sexiest woman to strut to the sensual music on stage, choose the best shopaholic for a mini scavenger hunt on stage (?), and best party rave group, etc.
Anyways, there was these two women (not young enuf to be gals), irritatingly drunk, irritating that it was embarassing as a fellow female. They participated in that hottest sexiest woman thingy and they started to strip down to their bikinis. *GROAN* oh. gross. If i had brought my camera, I would have pictures to show. Paiseh. I saved you all from that tainting sight. Thank me.
God. Just recalling the scene makes that blue bikini on that lumpy body etched into my mind... *shivers*

The next game, that shopping for items thingy, she had volunteered herself again. shit. and she represented my group Samba btw. We nearly lost becoz of her drunken stupor. if it wasn't for those brave young men running up to her with every item required and the last few items which were daringly weird like bra (her fren took hers off and cupped her breasts in place) n underwear (those guys surrounded one of them with sarong ON STAGE while he took his off) which the same pple unabashedly took off without hesitation, I m very sure we would have lost. The most peeving thing about her was that when she had gotten the required item, instead of placing it in the designated place and sitting down promptly, she was waving it ard in the air and dancing about, enabling the opposing team's shopper to finish their task faster. Really made all our blood boil...

The rest of the games I dun really remember. But there was this pool table set up for us to compete and play. I really wanted to play a game or so, but it was so dominated by males that I find no space and time for me to butt in. SHIT. is it really such a male game? None of the females at my table wanted to play. no way m I going to play with the guys. firstly, I dun even know any of them, and secondly, I'm not about to offer myself up to be trashed so unsightly so openly. I'm not stupid.

I guess that kinda sum it off for the DnD. oh ya, I won the 79th prize in the lucky draw. got my hopes too high. it was just a bloody Toshiba printed SIGG bottle and a Toshiba iron. Shitty. I was hoping for tat 'one night stay in Meritius Mandarin + $100 Taka voucher' or that '4 Days to HongKong Disneyland'. Even the 'air tix to Brisbane' would have been great. So much for my luck in draws. never that lucky. Drats.

Sat n Sun was my Church frens Pauline n Julius' wedding. Not Julius n Pauline but Pauline n Julius. yes. girls first.

Anyways, I dun have pictures to show (cos i dun have my camera) and so, i shall run thru the whole thing quickly.

Sat was the church wedding in the afternoon, me n the rest of the RCIA pple were doing the preparation n stuffs. I did reception again. but becoz of the after-effects from the DnD the night before, everything was a little fuzzy in my view.
The bride was beautiful and as Marc says unrecognisable. The groom looks the same except maybe more groomed and tidy. oh well, it's the bride's big day n not the groom's, so...

The dinner on sunday was at Le Meridian, and the food was pretty good. Cold dish, shark's fins, steamed garoupa and etc. Yum. I love the food at weddings. They showed the bride n groom's baby pics and also the whole negotiation process tat happened in the morning. Last I've heard, the groom n his men had a pretty hard time getting to the bride. Weeeee..... I can't wait for one of my close frens to get married and so I can participate in this freakin fun activity!! hohoho...

I'm so shagged now that I've written so much, since i started writing in the morning, saved, went for lunch and shopping and back to the office to complete the rest of the post. ok. that's it. probably disappear for some time b4 writing again. til the next big thing in my life happens. if not, i dun think u'll see me.

Ciao.

The Approaching Joys and Woes

The Holidays are so nearing us,

And

My driving test *haha* this friday.





Here's hoping for a christmas pressie from GOD and BBDriving Centre and the Traffic police who is to be in charge of my test...

Pray for me All of you...

I so dun feel like going back to the centre for a 3rd test........
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Why?? Why Must we update??

Yes. Y mus we all?
haix.

Let me just tell u the 3 BIG reasons Y we shldn't.

1. I forget whatever that happens to me the very next instant.

2. I feel like I'm compelled to lift my fingers and walk all over the keyboard.

3. I don't have anything interesting happening to me.

My frens have sorta given up on getting me to update my blog, as u can see, on the right hand corner of this page, the flooble chatterbox, where Xuehua actually had to type in some random shit in order to counter the expiring due of the flooble. haha...

And then, just a couple of days ago, when we vamps(minus mayz due to her previous engagements) were having XH reminded me to go read her blog and tat even mays have updated her blog. Charlene the only non-blog-owner of the group was complaining tat I being the first vamp blogger (no she didn't say tat), couldn't be bothered to update at all in months.

yeah. she's right. I only blog when i feel like it. Why? wat's wrong with tat man???
haix.

and then when i actually went to read XH's n May's blog, I feel I had to write something. ARGH. I feel so exhausted now tat i wrote a post. whew. it's hard work. and I'm damn lazy.

U got tat right. I'm tat LAZY. hah.

A Dear Note to Charlene (who is currently on the way to Korea for her thesis which she asked us for company but we pointedly rejected due to financial disability):

My Dear Dean List Bimbo,

Pls get yr own blog and post regularly (at least twice a week?) before you come whining that I have not posted anything in a month.

Til then, my Angel-voiced fren.
Ta~ta...

A Most Required Update

Folkies!

Back from outer space.

Weeks ago, i was battling with the aliens from the planet named, EXAMS.
Now while awaiting the results of the battle, I have to delve into another battle with the Summer school.. Two modules to be completed in 3 mths. No wait, it's less than that. Haix.

Anyways, seriously busy from calming the roaring waves of the matters of the heart, getting the company Dinner n Dance all done up (dated on the 16th), and also challenging that stagnant brain of mine to create some fantasy fiction that may be as good as Miss Laurell K Hamilton's Anita Blake series. NONO... I'm not going to write about Vampires. dun worry... it's different. tat's y it's so tough to write. I would have had an easier time if i just write a chick romance novel. It's way easier.

oh well, anyways, my fren Sylvia, had suggested that I shld post up my fiction on the blog. I feel tat it's kinda weird though a good idea for criticisms and feedback inflow, rather than solely me thinking tat i wrote wonderfully... But now, the problem is tat I admit I'm not exactly the strong, firm and relentless character that I try to portray but in actual fact, I'll cry if u are mean to me. haha... no. I'm serious.

Will sleep on it. after all, how else can I get constructive feedbacks??

Suggestions are welcome.

After all, my world is a liberal place, with freedom of speech and movement,

and that the control of everything will still be held by me.

I See Dead People...

Yeah. I did.

Just one night of halloween at the newly renovated Zouk and I've seen it all...

freakin lotsa "dead pple" roaming about...

Gone were the Empress Dowager and her Eunuch in deathly white makeup.

This year, there were more dead-looking party-goers than live ones.

But Halloween @ Zouk still lives up to its name.

Same standard of fun and scares. Freaki Dickie...

Soothe my Bloodlust

At long last, a change of template,

A Dark one this is, and the effect I love.

So long I had to comtemplate,

If God will turn me away for this.

Glorious Darkness befalls the light,

Fairies originally here gone in fright.

No more fluffy white,

Just soothing black,

Keep my bloodlust in check,

As I lay back and watch the world in slack.











Crap. All crap.
Pardon my dark moods.

Bland Day, Girly Sleepover.

Alarm went off, slacked in bed for a while, dad came and yelled for me to get up, finally jumped out of bed, cleaned up and changed, went to work, etc...

An everyday thingy. Nothing to blog about. But still not about to get me down.
Afterall, blogs can be a place for shit crap right?

Hoho...

BTWs, in case u guys wan to actually see photos of the gals BBQ at marina South, u can do so at the same place.

Just last sat, the girls had a sleepover at my place (no photos cos no camera), and we were trying to think of something we could do for sleepovers. Yes. not very experienced in terms of that, cos we were so down to the very last brain cell when i suggested we play scrabble. YUCKS. anyways, the idea was vetoed by the not-so-nerdy girls and we were totally out of things to do.

Then May came along and mentioned that we could paint our nails... Bloody girly. anyways that's wat we did and we came away with pink nails all of them but me (cos XH n MAY had very "nicely" painted a whole load of rubbish on mine).

And to boot, I had a remembrance left behind when May accidentally spilled the bottle of metallic brownish red polish onto my Freshly-cleaned mattress. Now it just looks like someone specifically shot their menses in a straight line. Gross. My mom really thought it was blood...

Yes, if u read XH's blog, u'll wonder about the quilt on the tree. Well, the last i saw of it, it was still there. ah-huh. good thing i dun walk that way, so i probably won't be the one seeing a white fluffy thing on the tree at night... whew. damn i scare too easy.

So sorry to my gal MAYBELLINE, she couldn't sleep well due to the aircon i think (since she said it on XH's flooble). Will equip u with more think jackets and socks the next time u come. So sorry.

ANYWAYS, was still peeved about my ruined nails and i really started disliking those limited colors i have at home. So, i went on a shopping spree for nail polish. Not exactly a huge spending budget, hence i stopped by some beauty provision shop in Bukit Merah, and spent a total of 4 bucks on 2 bottles of nail polish branded "Rainbow". Since May had sparked off my sudden enthusiam for black nails, I got this black which i tot was black. But unfortunately, becoz of the no-trying system ($2 le, wat u expect?), it wasn't until i tried it at home, then i realised tat it was dark red. u know the color of blood when dried up? that red that's so dark that it looks black if u dun look too close. Yeah, that's the same color. Well, on the other hand, i found tat i actually liked the color even better than the black tat i had originally planned to buy.
So, the verdict: My nails look totally vampirish. Luv it. Just missing the black eyeliners and black clothes to complete the Goth look.

Ok. i think tat's enuf crap for the day.
Jya.

P.S:
On second reading, I found the entire post to be totally bimbotic.
Shit.
I prefer Goth.

A New Post in a Long Time...

Yeah... As the title says.

It's been a freakin' long time since i last set pen on this blog.
Weird tinkling in my body. And I'm itching to scribble shit once again.

ok. not itching. but upon popular request from my friends, those who ACTUALLY come back to check my bloggie, and disappointedly found nothing, here's a treat for you.

There's something here now.

Hey.
Don't complain. It ain't much, but still it is something.

okie. Updates on my life?

Hmm...
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There's nothing much. but i guess a good thing worth mentioning would be me n my crew decide we shld really set aside time to meet up on every 2nd n 4th Sat of a mth and we did. It was successful of cos, and we're like onto our 5th this coming Sat. Sleepover! WOOHOO!!
Girls who can't find time for their girlies will probably feel the heat when their r/ships with their respective halves end. Girlfriends bitch so much with you that you won't have sufficient time to go weep over that F***ing creep.
So a piece of good advice to the female race:
Build your friendships with the gals you know. They could be that angelic touch when you are right at the bottom of the hell.

That's all for today folks. For the outing pics, i suggest u go check out kook's blog, I totally deleted that Hello software that entitles me easy input of photos. Crap. Takes up too much space in my machine. My Sims 2 Nightlife needs it more.

Enuf said.

See ya again.

Hopefully.

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I'M RUKIA!!!

An AMAZING Read...

As my friends know of me, I have always an infatuating interest in vampirism.

Not of the Nosferatu, the deformed ones.

But very much of the Toreadors, in other words, Beautiful Death, Vamps so beautiful and infatuated in things as beautiful as they are...

Seduction is probably the word to describe them.

Okok... anyways, I have a great book recommendation for all who loves the same vamps.

Anita Blake. Heard of her?

There're even fan sites where fan fictions are being posted like on Pomme de Sang

Go Amazon or something.
As far as I know, the Singapore National Library has quite a number of copies of the full series. 12 books in total.
But I'm not sure whether it ends here. Doubt so. Hope not...

Anyways, I've gotten the entire series and so far it's been orgasmic to me....



Yum.

Think i'm only here for Angela...

All I Need it Love III

Yoz… Back for the 3rd chapter of All I need is Love.
It’s kind of weird for me, trying to weave tales of Jasmine and Marcus, being my name and my boyfriend’s. Don’t know what got me to start it in the first place. Anyways, got to finish up what I started. Hope you enjoy the story!

I woke up to a late sunny afternoon and stretched for a while. It was after some time that I realized that I had a guest in my bedroom. A familiar figure of a guy dressed in that familiar low-slung Bermudas, snoozing on my favorite loveseat, just a foot away from my bed.

I wanted to close the gap between us, walk over and touch that very face which had brought back memories of my past relationship with Marcus McIntyre. But fearing that I might wake him up, I settled for my decision to stay in bed and watch him sleep instead.

A bad mistake to reach for the glass of water beside my bed as it crashed onto the floor. The noise got him stirring and he snapped out from his sleep.

“What…” Marcus suddenly remembered where he was and why he was there as he turned sharply to look at me.
“Are you alright? You scared the daylights out of me!” He rushed over with that panicky look.

I couldn’t help but smile at him, assuring him that I was fine. Then I remembered what had happened, and what I had said to him before I fainted, and my face turned pink.
“Sorry for what had happened just now, I was just too caught up with feeling sorry for myself, and I totally mistook you for my ex-boyfriend. And sorry for the times, I avoided you so obviously, I just didn’t know what to think, seeing how physically alike you both are…”

Marcus’ face turned solemn as he sat by my bed. “I think I ought to tell you something about me, something that no one except my family knows. I’m not sure if it has anything to do with you or that McIntyre guy…”

He took in a deep breath and continued, “The truth is I don’t have any memories of my past before I was 16. My brother told me that I was lost when I was 5. It happened when my family had gone on a vacation, and dropped by a town for a rest, but unfortunately encountered a band of ruffians. The ruffians had known that my family was well off and had taken me for a ransom from my parents. My family was so frightened as I was only five and they didn’t know what the ruffians would do to me, hence their efforts in gathering the money for the ransom in the shortest time possible.”

“What happened with the ruffians I don’t know, but I have a faint memory of a young woman whom I think was one of the ruffians’ girls. She had known what was going to happen to me, regardless of whether my family paid up for the ransom, and she secretly led me away. I have no recollection of whatever happened after that, so I reckon I must have knocked my head onto something then.”

“And how I eventually caught up with my family, I’m not too sure about what exactly happened. But my brother had told me that I was found beaten up and sprawled on the ground, right in front of StrangeTown’s Police HQ, and my brother happened to be there to visit his good friend, the Police chief detective. He found me relatively familiar, as we had not seen each other for about ten years, and took me home to care for. And from there we realized that we are actually brothers by blood. My parents were dead by then, grieving their last years for me, and I would really give much to see them just once more. Well, at least I found my brother and the rest of the relatives I had lost when I was five.

“What I really want to do now is to find out what happened to me between the times when I was five to fifteen. One clue was that I have always remembered that I had to come to Sims State University to find something or someone, which I have no idea what. But now that I’m here, I know that the person I needed to find was you.” Marcus finished his story quietly and raised his eyes to look at me.

I was shocked. Here I was, trying to convince myself that the he could not have been Marcus McIntyre, and then he tells a story, which had linked him to the appearance and disappearance of Marcus McIntyre in my life!

I didn’t realize that I was crying until a teardrop had rolled down my cheek and fallen onto my right hand. “ Why do things have to happen like this?” I covered my face with my hands.

Then I heard Marcus in a most gentle voice, “Please don’t be too sad. Everything will fall into place soon.” And I felt his arms around me, making me feel comforted and I suddenly have the notion that his shoulder can hold all of my troubles and me. My head fitted so well at the nape of his shoulder, and I feel my tension leaving me as I began to cry on his shoulder.

After some crying and his shoulder wet and sticky from my tears, I raised my head and looked at him into his eyes. The tenderness he looked back at me with was overwhelming and I found myself kissing him gently on his lips. He looked surprised when I drew back upon realizing what I had done.

I wanted to bury myself in the ground and be lost from the world. What is he going to think of me now that I fainted upon seeing him, raged at him, and kissed him, before we even became anything more than friends?! I was so embarrassed that I turned to leave. But he grabbed my hand and turned my face to his and kissed me. It felt so right to be here with him, held by him and kissing his lips…

Later that night, I made dinner for him and I told him what had happened in the past with Marcus McIntyre to see if he could remember any of it. He thought carefully while munching on the hamburger I made and said, “I think I’ll need to spend some time in your old house to see if I can recall anything from the past. Do you mind?”

My face paled upon hearing that, as I hadn’t forgotten that the “Queen” of the Tannery Mansion was still well and around. But Marcus has got to spend some time there!

“Alright. I’ll get you into the house. We’ll go back there after we graduate.” I resigned to my fate. Upon graduation I would have officially become an adult, and Edna wouldn’t have control over me then. Well, I could still move out even if I move back for a while right? So I was both anticipating yet not wishing for the arrival of the day we graduate.

The day finally arrived as we donned our graduation robes and hat, and celebrated our last days in Sims State University before returning home. There were parties and boozing and lots of streaking going on for those couple of days, and I really wished for time to remain at that moment, with all my friends and Marcus.

“We’ll be going back to the Tannery Mansion tomorrow. What’s with that glum face?” Marcus came from behind of me, when I was staring wistfully out of the window on the last night in college.

“That is what’s so frightening! I haven’t seen her for so long and I know she hadn’t changed her attitude the least bit. I’m afraid of being under her control once more.” I was close to tears as I remembered Edna sneering at me.

“Well, that’s the past and it’s going to stay there. This time round, it’s different and you know it. I’ll be with you still if it ever happens. I’ll protect you. I promise.”

It felt so warm to hear the words he said and I turned around. His chocolate-brown eyes gazed longingly at my lips, and instinctively, our lips met.

The entire night was spent inside my room as I gave my first time to this boy whom I knew I have loved since I was five.

The very next morning, I bid my college friends goodbye and brought Marcus back to Pleasantville once again to continue off where I had left behind. It’s been quite some years since I last saw her and I was terribly nervous about seeing her and her piercing sarcastism.

I brought Marcus back to the Tannery Mansion that night and Edna was lounging in the living room on the expensive couch that I assumed she had just bought. She didn’t even get up to let me in when I stood at the front door to ring the doorbell for such a long time. And now, when I came into the room she didn’t even flinch or look up at me.

It was only when I stood in front of her that she actually looked up at me irritably.
“What do you want brat? Finished your degree and feeling you can stand up to me now, am I right? Well, let me tell you. You’ll never beat me at my game. I’ve the experience and you’ve only got your stupid fancy degree.”

I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and I took a deep breath. Better to be polite to her first.
“Aunt Edna, I would like to introduce you to my friend from college. He’ll be staying here for a while if you don’t mind.”

She stood up and smirked at me, “so, you’re bringing a guy home now? Finally, slut! And you think I’m the one who’s…” Her words trailed off, as she caught sight of Marcus leisurely strolling in, in his formals (I especially asked him to dress up to make an impression).

As I turned to look at her, her tanned face gradually turned a pale white, and her jaws dropped wide open.
And she screamed.

~End of Part 3~
What will happen in the next episode?
-Will Edna think that both Marcus are the same?
-Will She allow him to stay at the Tannery Mansion?
-Will Jasmine ever regain her freedom now that she’s an adult?
-Or will she continue to live under Edna’s reign in the Tannery Mansion?
Please stay tuned for the upcoming episode of All I Need Is Love 4!!

Secong part of the story. if anyone is actually interested in reading pointless nonsense...

All I Need Is Love II

That same blond hair underneath that red bandanna, those familiar blue-green eyes which had once held my soul and heart, that face, both handsome and rugged, still able to send flutters into my stomach. Only that he looked more rebellious and obnoxious than ever, with that playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Marcus…
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The Love of my life who ran away, leaving me to fend for myself…

That realization jolted me up, and I found myself on a small bed, in a room befitting our college’s Sick Bay. I looked around dazed; trying to recall what had happened earlier that landed me in the sick bay… University Lounge… Heather… Band… … MARCUS! I remembered seeing his face. The image was too vivid to be false. Could it be a dream that I saw him in?

At that moment, Heather came in with a glass of warm water, and rushed to my side once she saw that I was awake. “Are you alright? You scared the hell out of me!” She fawned over me. “I’m alright Heath, don’t worry. I just had a bad dream of seeing that guy who broke my heart. But thank goodness it was just a dream…” My words trailed off as I spotted a figure strolling into the room.

“Oh, you’re alright now. Good. I must have sounded so horrendous playing drums that you blacked out in an instant!” He grinned infectiously at me, while he playfully winked at Heather.

I stared at him as he leisurely found himself a place beside my bed. I was speechless. It really was Marcus! I weren’t dreaming!

Then realization turned to anger. Why am I so happy to see him? This guy is the one who trampled all over my heart and left the scattered pieces for me to pick up on my own. I could still feel the shadow of betrayal within me…
“What are you doing here?!” I got up from the bed and turned on him, angry that I had been more elated than unhappy to see him. “What do you want now?! Here to gloat at me?”

“Whoa… Cool it little lady… I really wasn’t expecting my drumming to be that bad… I’ll apologize for it now. I’m sorry.” He seemed overly surprised by my sudden outburst. Too surprised however, like he have no idea of what he did to me other than my fainting at his gig.

I felt my face flushing to the roots of my hair. How dare he make me sound like a child demanding something when he himself had left me in the middle of our relationship? “I’m not talking about the fainting part in the university lounge. But you should know what I’m talking about, Marcus McIntyre!”
“U got my name right the first half, but sorry missy, u got the wrong second half… The names Montgomery. Marcus Montgomery.” He made a James Bond face, and then looked serious again. “I don’t know what problems you had with this McIntyre, but I sure aren’t him. Sorry if my appearance had caused you your mood. I really hope we can start a better first impression without the reminder of what had happened.”

I stared up at him in disbelief as he held out his right hand. How could this guy look so much like Marcus McIntyre but turn out to be another person?! I was about to walk away from him, but Heather grabbed my right hand and put it in his, and gave me an imploring look. I could not help but relent as I introduced myself.

“Jasmine Tanner.” I deliberately used the name that everyone there knew me as, instead of my true family name. Well, I sure could ignore him all the way if he wanted to act ignorant. It wouldn’t be too difficult, right?

Little did I know that it wasn’t as easy as I thought it was. With Heather sweet on Marcus, and the rest of my sorority sisters sweet on the rest of the frat guys in Orele Ursha, that irritating being was here every other day that one would have thought he stayed here permanently.

This Marcus whom I see around so often had absolutely no decency of covering up his upper torso with clothes, which he always bared, showing his outrageous tattoos that always gets the girls swooning over him. That Arrogant Jerk.

Whenever he was to come over, Heather would be in a tip-top mood, and hence being my hint of who was to arrive, I made plans of leaving the house, or locking myself in my room beforehand.

I tried to avoid him for as long as I could, wanting no part of revoking my sad memories, till one day when no one else was at home, while I was practicing the piano when he suddenly walked in. I tried to leave the room before he did come close to me, but he had run over and held me firmly before I attempted so.

“Dammit Jasmine, look at me! Am I so ugly that you have to leave the room the instant I walked in? Or so much so that you have to avoid me at all costs? ‘Cos this has been all you have been doing the past 2 months. At least tell me what I had done to deserve this before you walk away from me once again, will you?” He hollered at me with fierce emotions.

Caught unaware, I was shocked by his emotional outburst, and for a split second, didn’t know what to feel. Then remembrance of Marcus and I sharing our first kiss, and me bawling my heart out, gushed into the mind, causing a hot and searing feeling on the areas he was holding me at.

“Why did you run off and leave me so alone? Why did you have to make me so miserable just when I was so happily in love with you? Why do you have to come back in my life now that I have picked up my shattered pieces and started living? Why couldn’t have you just left and never come back? Why do I still want you after all these years??” I couldn’t hold all my feelings back any longer. All the anguish and longing that I had felt throughout all these years just rushed out, choking me up.

He was taken back by the feelings I had displayed and the persisting questions, which he seemed confused about. I couldn’t seem to tell the difference between Marcus McIntyre and Marcus Montgomery any longer. It was he, the guy I had fallen in love with at 15, the guy I grew up with, the man who left me, the man of my dreams…

As I stared up at him with my eyes brimming with tears, my head felt like it was spinning non-stop. Whispers of the past we had rustled about my ears, and my mind was filled with memories I had so carefully tucked in my sub-consciousness. Old promises and loving affections left behind now coming back to haunt me all at once.

Then, for the second time in my life, I blacked out in front of him again…

A Long break indeed

Hi folks.
I haven really the time to update. Seriously. and I do think I got to type alittle something here. to prevent Blogger from kicking me out... hah.

Anyways, Since I haven really the time to write. And plus I have been doing some stories for the Sims Stories, I suppose I can actually copy and paste my stories here. Should be a whole lot better than the empty blog that I had been having for the past few months.

Even if you guys don't miss me, I'm sure my blog misses me. HAHA...

Be sure to keep in mind. these stories are merely written for fun. Don't take me seriously. I'm no writer.

In the meantime. Enjoy if possible.



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All I Need is Love

Ah, the Pleasantville as I remembered... A peaceful and pleasant town, with the many residents, so devotedly complying the traditions and rules set by the super power of the town, Landon Tannery (Bank of Pleasantville owner).

Landon Tannery as the top man in the finance of Pleasantville ruled the town with that kind smile and yet a firm iron hand. Everyone in Pleasantville looks up to him as the saviour of the town when Mortimer Goth had once lost control of the town, since the day he lost his beloved wife, Bella Goth.

My name is Jasmine Tannery, and as my name tells, Landon Tannery is my respectful father whom I love and respect very much. I am the only child in the Tannery family, and everyone in the town has shown me the same respect as what they have to my father.

I used to think that I have the most wonderful and blessed life even without my mother as she passed away when I was born. My father though the busiest man in Pleasantville, had always managed time to devote some quality time with me, and for that I love him dearly.
One principle that I really looked up to my father for was that he respected whatever decision I made be it good or bad, and that he would always be there to listen to the outcomes of every decision. And also the fact that there was no lacking in money or anything material.

There was also, Maria McIntyre our housekeeper and her adopted son, Marcus McIntyre whom she had found on the streets when he was only 5. Marcus and I had became great friends from the moment I gave him my birthday chocolate on that faithful day he was brought in, cold and wet from the rain.

My father had no wants of denying this young boy his education and his possible future, and had him enrolled in the same private school as I have had. We studied together, played together and even laughed at the same silly things that Marie and my father had scratched their heads upon. And all I wanted was for this life to continue on for as long as possible.

Changes slowly crept in when I had my 12th birthday. I realized that my father was in love when he brought home a beautiful woman that day, as he never did that after my mother. I was truly happy for him and wished him well, for he had been a lonely bachelor with a kid daughter all these years and it was high time he found someone new.

Edna, a beautiful woman of twenty, had just moved in from Verona Ville. She started working at my father’s bank and had inched her way into his heart in a record of merely 2 months. My father had made it clear to her that she’ll have to accept me, and she did, with an unquestioning smile, treating me, as I was her own. I was so happy as I was to have a new mother. My happy family is finally complete!

That dream ended the day my father collapsed and died from a heart attack and the ownership of the bank was transferred to Edna’s hands, as he had not drawn up a will as Edna claimed. She changed drastically the moment she had ownership of everything my father had owned and my life she started to meddle and ruin…

Everything that she had inherited from my father, every penny to my life, she said she had every right to choose what she wants to do with. I was only 13 then, and I will only get my life back when I am of age. Fortunately for me, my father had already drawn up a whole educational path for me, to complete high school and go on to tertiary level in Sims State University. He had even placed payments for my dorm in university, and a good sum of study grants for me in advance. So all I was waiting for at that time, was to complete high school as soon as possible and move into a dorm in Sims University so I can get as far away from Edna. Maria and Marcus were the only two reasons I stayed for.

Maria my favourite housekeeper/nanny was by then very near death. Marcus and I knew of her nearing death and had been trying to lessen her chores in every other way. But Edna thought that being the housekeeper of the Tannery Mansion, it was her duty to fulfill everything that was ordered of her by the Tannery mistress, even with Remington the new hired help (as all he does everyday was to go up to her bedroom). Hence, Marcus and I had developed a hateful relationship with her by trying to rebel against her rule together.

But my high school years had just begun with me turning into a teenager, exposed to the teenage woes and acne that came with that age phrase. Edna was not as bad as the stepmothers from the Fairytales I read in my childhood days. She didn’t lock me up in the attic or basement and made me do the house chores all day long as in Cinderella’s case. Neither did she try and kill me with a poison apple like the queen did to Snow White. In fact, she did pay for my necessities, and also attend my school’s parent board meetings.

I knew she still had a reputation to keep up with in Pleasantville and had kept me looking good to show the townspeople that she haven’t been ill-treating her step-daughter. But what I could not stand of her was that she had turned into a hussy the very next day of my father’s death, and had been flirting and sleeping around with many men, mostly young and good-looking ones, and that includes the new help she recently hired to rid the house of vermin, Robi. It often made me wonder if she had married my father because she actually loved him or his money.

Maria eventually left us in the middle of Edna’s many chores, and was cleaning the bathrooms while we were in school. We hated Edna for not letting her rest her final moments and have her collapse and die in the bathroom. Marcus was no longer able to keep his contempt for her when he sees her. I was afraid that he might do something rash and get himself into trouble with Edna; hence I tried to keep them away from one another.

Now that there was only Edna, Marcus and me living in the Tannery Mansion, I turned to Marcus at every occasion for comfort and our relationship grew to a point where we became very much in love.

Edna hated the fact that her stepdaughter was going out with a “hired” (as she called Marcus, totally disregarding the fact that she was sleeping with a hired herself). Plus the fact that Marcus was a main source of rebellion within the household didn’t help us to stay together.

And one day, Marcus just disappeared from the house, from Pleasantville, and from my life… I was utterly devastated, and I could not eat or sleep, or think of anything else other than him. Why did he leave me so alone? There was nothing else that really mattered to me in this house than him, since the death of my father and Marie. Was he so disturbed about Maria’s death to the point that he actually left me alone to fend against Edna??

My life felt like it had ended just like that, and I was crying to sleep every single night. Edna even came and make sarcastic remarks on “our true love” which turned out to be a mere “puppy love” where the boy runs off without a fight, leaving the girl to fend for herself. Resentment kept building up, and I started to hate both Edna and Marcus with intensity.

Finally my high school life ended and I was going to college, and away from her. It was not much of a freedom move, as I still had to report to her of everything in college and my life, like the crowd I mixed with (she was really concerned of her reputation as my stepmother), and that I had to return to the Tannery Mansion right after college. But at least I can forget my painful past for a while and have a new life in Sims State University.

My father hadn’t made a specific location for a residence or dorm, and though there was enough money for a whole residence to myself, I wanted to stay in a dorm to experience living with people, rather than stay alone. I might be too lonely and end up remembering of the bad memories. Hence, I decided to move into a small dorm by the University Lounge.

It was a 5-room dorm that came equipped with a tiny cafeteria, a cafeteria worker who took care of the meals, a small room for study and fun, and a small area with a cheap canvas for students to paint and a tiny hi-fi for students to dance and socialize. There were small little cubicles for male and female bathrooms too. Everything there was tiny and more practical than luxurious as compared to my house in Pleasantville. But I loved every bit of it. The students buzzing in and out and the fun factor were constantly up.

Initially, I had a hard time adjusting learning to operate all those appliances on my own and had difficulty making new friends. But after my first semester of being a freshman, I made several good friends with no mention of my family name. I was then known as Jasmine Tanner instead. I was so happy there, without the reminder of my past, other than the occasional calls in secret to Edna.

In my sophomore year, I even made some friends from the Sorority, and they asked me to join them at their Tri-Var House, which was supposed to be the most prestigious Sorority House in Sims State Uni. Thus, I joined the sisterhood, as I wanted a closer bond with these girls who are so fun and loving as sisters.

Turns out that being in Tri-Var entitles one to be more acquainted with the guys of Orele Ursha, which is a prestige as my sisters tell me. One sister, Tiffany recently got engaged to one of the Orele Ursha guys! I didn’t think I’m ready for another relationship after Marcus, but Heather told me that I should let loose, stop thinking of that heartbreaker jerk and start enjoying what College life have to offer. “You HAVE to meet these guys! They are totally of a different league, especially now when there’s a new yummy addition to that Frat house…”

I suppose I should forget about my past as I had promised myself. No point crying over what had happened in the past. So I actually agreed to go down to the University Lounge with my sisters to meet up with those Frat guys.

“Woah…. The band has just started playing… Oh my god… It’s that new yummy addition... Marcus!” Squealed Heather excitedly. A chill went down my spine upon hearing that name. Marcus. No. It can’t be. Could be another guy having the same name…

I turned and stare expectantly at the band. A generally cute group of guys playing music together. No Marcus. I heaved a sigh of relief.

Then my spine had a tingling feeling again. I turned and stare once again, this time focusing on the back of the band, specifically at the drummer.
And there he was.

That same blond hair underneath that red bandanna, those familiar blue-green eyes which had once held my soul and heart, that face, both handsome and rugged, still able to send flutters into my stomach. Only that he looked more rebellious and obnoxious than ever, with that playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Marcus…

~ End of All I Need Is Love Part I ~
Will Jasmine ever forgive Marcus for leaving her?
Will Edna continue to make life difficult for everyone?
What will happen to the couple and Pleasantville?

P.S:
It's alot easier to write using names i know.
And dun laugh when u read it.

A Tribute to Him Who left Peaceful and Quiet, for Heaven that Awaits...

7 Days Since He left...

My dearest Granfather.

I'm sorry for not spending enough time with you when I could.
I'm sorry for not giving you due respect when I should.
I'm sorry for not showering you with the sorely-missed affections that I once gave freely.
I'm sorry for not visiting you, and finding excuses to explain my absence.

Everyone here misses you.

So now, it's goodbye.

Your 7th day is up, and you can no longer roam about.
Your heaven now awaits you. And I wish you wonders in your new world.

Suffered the Wrath of he/she who took the pic.

Apologising to the person who unleashed his/her fury on silly old me, regarding the use of bandwidth.

I'm terribly sorry for that ignorant mistake.

I seriously didn't realise that by doing that could be boarding on someone else's bandwidth, till my fren explained to me the situation.

Sincere Apologies.

Absolutely Perthed

Perthed -- To have been to Perth and enjoy all that Perth have to offer.


Can't say that i have been perthed. cos the truth is i haven.
BUT, i am going to get Perthed soon enuf.

Ooh lala...

What's to see? What's to do?? What's to eat there???

So many questions in my head nagging for attention while i tried hard to focus on the day's work.

haix.

haven't much details regarding the trip yet.
will most probably be going with Marc and his parents.

HIS PARENTS??
i know. weird right??
and my mom is so gonna cream me for not bringing her and instead, i'll be going with HIS family.

Shall I attempt to come up with a white lie then??
That do not sound like what a perfect daughter would do...
but then again, I'm not.

ANYWAYS, assumingly, if i happen to be able to go for the trip in March without any glitches, Where would be the places I'll HAVE(DIE DIE OSO MUZ GO!!) to go??

Checked with Xuehua on that one, and she was mentioning that I should go see the Ocean Road or something..

quite an nice piece of scenery i guess...
but hey, i thought that's supposed to be in Melbourne??

haix. think i would really prefer seeing farms.

Think i'll need to research more on it.

Later.

So looking forward to this Movie...

Tsunami is not part of 2005!!

Hey peeps.

We've all switched wagons; from 2004 to 2005.

I know I have been real slow in posting about the tsunami hit that devastated so many many living, made so many many unexpected deaths.

Those who know me can be sure to tell you that I am not one who is particularly fast with the real-time affairs. So pls forgive me.

It's only just last night that I realised that my good fren Ivan was to be in Phuket for the countdown or something. *flashback*
I was watching the news with my dad when it happened, and i remember telling him how unfortunate if i were to have a fren who's caught in the Tsunami.
Then, I realised a certain msn from a close fren, telling me of his excitement in looking forward to the countdown party in Phuket.

Oh NO!!!

Of cos being the scaredy cat I am, I called up my best fren XH to make sure I didn't remember wrongly.

"huh? i don't think it's at phuket, the place he went." went the steady and calm reply of Miss XH.

*whew*

"but maybe u should call him to be sure."

"WAT?!"

That totally freaked me out.
I had to ultimately resort to calling him, risking the inevitable scolding i would get if he happens to be well, and the curse for incurring his auto-roaming bills..... That's not the main point!!

So I rang, he picked up and told me he was in Taipei instead.

so tt's the story.

Hah. kinda low-climate right?? haw, hee-haw...


oh.. wat was i at, in the first place??

Oh yes... tt I'm all slow and silly when it comes to real-time news..
Sorry about that again.

Anyways, just to greet pple in brand-new year,
I personally have to emphasize the fact tat we shouldn't be associating year 2005 with the terrible deeds of the TSUNAMI.

The pple who are unaffected: pls do yr bit to help. Donate if possible. but do not donate yr old clothings as the freight costs of these things will make it even harder for the volunteers to do their thang.
And to the pple affected: pls try yr best and recover from your plights. I know i havent the right to say this, but i really hope for yr recoveries.
Don't spend the time that was returned to you, dwelling on what had already happened.
Live 2005 like it's a new life!

The world is ultimately made up of pple who have more hearts inside than what can be seen.

Happy happy new year!!

May 2005 bring good tidings to all.

WEAKLING!!

AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!

I just had a "discussion" with the Donkey Kong..

He was being nice and all, and so trying to make things easier for me...

And now, i'm feeling something...
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I feel like crying..............



I m so damn weak.
WEAKLING!!!


ARGH...


My mind is so weak that I could just break it with a snap of my fingers.


So so weak....
Mus.. be strong.... er...
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Mus.. drink.. Red.... Bull.....

WEAKLING!!

Wishes for the Christmas that Zoomed Past...

Hey ye all,

Apologising for the fact that I only blog when I'm so fired up with anger.

Will try and include the happy tidings too, instead of majoring in Angry thoughts.

Well,

Here's a Christmas greeting right here and now...


MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!!



How's Christmas for ye guys anyways?

I had quite a busy christmas with booze and tonnes of drinking games and Mostly, NO SLEEP!!
HAH.. Myself to blame for that.
For being so lack of self-constraint, wanting to particpate in every other activity that was available.

I'm trying to recuperate and get back those hours of lost sleep. but see wat I'm doing now?? Writing a blog...
HAHA... Sorry Blog, not trying to be sacarstic...


Alright, since there are like 12 days of Christmas (excuses to continue your holiday mood and yr slacker attitude at work), and New year the 2005 is just very round the corner,



MERRY CHRISTMAS & a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Anger, Hate, Disgust, Detest, (the list goes on)...

One thing for sure.

I think that's realy something shitty going on with this Donkey Kong.

If u have read by old posts, U shld know by now that there's this f**king moron who's just plain idiotic, and is constantly fouling my environment with stinky breath as my company's assistant manager of logistics, which makes him rule over me too.

Shall I reveal his real name and his image?
hmmm...

I'll like to provide u guys with the necessary details to defend yrselves against this freak, but think it's still safer for me juz to leave his image here...



And another one.





YUp.

He's a sicko whacko. And hey, I just learnt a new word, Necrophilia.
And I think he has it.

Anyways, U wan to know wat he did right??

Well, Today's supposed to be a holiday for my company...

And I ACTUALLY didn't have to come. Nobody needed to.

And now, with a stupid phone call from that necrophiliatic piece of shit, I have to come down to the office to work. And man, the system is just as crapped up as he.
It's not working. DAMMIT. Then what on earth am I here for??

Just becoz the f**ked-up ARSE-HO has had to lick the boots of the Vietnamese customers clean, so he has me to forsake my beauty sleep?!?!?!

Off to Hell he goes man.

So I have decided to blog here, on my sad lonely blog, to update, and to claim a little more OT salary. It's 2x on a holiday.

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Are u happy now, www.jasminet.blogspot.com?? I finally updated u with some substantial bit of my sad life, though it's plain complaining and cursing..

That's life for you...

Till he ticks me off again...

Hell no.
Hope he'll vanish into thin air, then I'll post a celebration blog in honor of it...

The OT Queen

Me.


Hah. no la. kidding. 2 days in a row only.

Busy busy. Extremely tired now, without my daily dosage of ample THE SIMS 2 gaming frenzy...

Haix, kept myself extremely busy indeed, how else to explain the lack of time for my precious blog in the duration of MarcBoi's absence??
Hard-core Laziness.

I'm sorry, Bloggy Deary.
I forgot about you.
GOMENASAI...

YOosh.
I'm goin to GANBATE and churn out a new interesting blog for my oh-so-faithful reader, my Bestest fren, and my critic, Miss Chower Baby aka Hot Chick.
She's been complaining that she's sick of returning to my blog for a new post but ended up having to face that POST EXAM SYNDROME post...


Errm...
Only problem here is.......
I'm having a writer's block recently, can't really think of anything interesting to write.... HOW???????!?!?!?!?


Hmm....

Let me sleep on it... Will get back to Blogging Soon.....


Soon enough..........

Post Exams Sydrome with no one to share with...

Sigh...
MarcBoi is once again, on the jet to down under. And miserable me is all alone and bored blogging at home once again...
Seems that the only time i blog is when Marc is away. HAH.

Well, I'm feeling rather bored now that I have tons of time on hand and nowhere to go... think my social life is in the dumps... sigh... time to pick it up, where i left off...

Or maybe it'll be more better if i juz stick to finishing all the things that i actually wanted to do, but havent got to...
Better huh...

Haix.

6 weeks of freedom.

Haix.

Very enjoyable night to remember....

Even the Mexican Bargirl was not spared...

More people being forced... *cackles*

FINE. I shall go and force people to take picture WITH ME then...

Yeah.. great... Still ignoring me....

So everyone is ignoring me just because I'm the camera gal....

It's Toshiba's 30th Anniversary!! And my first Dinner & Dance ever!!!

And this??

Looks good?

Yes I know.

I have been terribly MIA frm my blog.

SOrry Folks.

Tired and very much pre-occupied from work and school projects.

yeah yeah... always the same excuses but it's pretty much wat i am getting.

i'm still at war at my evil section manager who still works at igniting my fiery temper.
No idea why, but the mere sight/sound of him can really start my kettle whistling (boiling).
Hate him. Curse him. Wish he was gone from the face of earth.


I haven really been able to enjoy a nice little peace and quiet recently as projects and exams and more work keep popping up. exhausting heh.

Right now, at this very moment, has me thinking about when i can go for holiday break. ARGH. Deep down i knew the answer. Not so Soon.

My annual leave have been almost used up by now with my exam dates and project rush periods.

Drats.

CURSES!! as wat mojojojo would say.

Now I hurt and sting from my infamous PMS, snapping at everyone who crosses my path. Tis not a desirable trait and i'll try to curb tt foul temper of mine.

Everytime the phone rings, it automatically shoots up a notch in my temperature.
Everytime tt moronic manager comes over to pass me work, there goes the thermometer.
ARGH.

I'm finishing my last paper on the 16 Nov, the exact same date that Marcus dear is leaving for Sydney.
OH yah. so it leaves me time to go frolicking on my own. WOW. Thanks. Alot.


Anyways, in case if u're asking wat this post is for, well, clearly, it's for me to stash my trash. Get it?

The "Best Superior" in the World

Lost my full blast anger which was there earlier on, before lunch.

I guess being filled-up and happier, does take a leaf from the saying “A Hungry man is An Angry man”.

Wat was I so pissed about??

Fine. I’ll tell you.

That idiocy of that moron (my section manager) managed to ruffle my feathers so much this morning that I could not help but maintain that very obvious & ugly crease on my forehead and a continuous chant of murmured curses all morning at work.

First thing in the morning, I was greeted with the world’s stinkiest breath…*GASP* he really should be nominated for the Guinness World of Records. I’ll even vote for it, that is if they allow votes.
No one can really understand Y he chose to do nothing about it. He did mentioned the fact that his wife was complaining about his bad breath, AND HE HAD THE AUDICITY TO ACTUALLY AFFIRM THAT FACT WITH US?!?! My God. I would have thought he was handicapped of his smelling senses if I haven’t known him. For goodness sake, jus go smell yr bloody mouth, and don’t u dare give me the excuse that u have sinus and thus is allowed an exception!!! I WILL NOT BUY THAT CRAP!! SINUS IS NOT A PERMITTANCE TO HAVING BAD BREATH TT BAD. AND MY SINUS HAVEN FUDDLED MY SMELLING SENSES!!!
Alright cool it… whew. Swear it was my angry half tokking.

Anyways, just to add on to the fact that he stinks like hell, some ex-colleague actually gave him a mug to drink from(he nvr drinks water, and that’s y he stinks like crap) and u know wat he did with it?? He left it somewhere in the office pantry and he continues his practice of not-ever-drinking-from-morning-til-nite. God forbid.

Alright. Now for wat he really did that threw me into a ferocious rage that could have been worthy of a lion. (no ivan, not your kind of roar)


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I guess it might have been my heck-care attitude towards him, or the lack-of-respect face that I used to show him. Oh wait, they both mean the same thing.

Ok. Yeah. I have not been a good subordinate to him (Like he had been a “Year’s Best Manager” to the rest of us in our dept)…

BUT THAT DOESN’T MAKE HIM HAVE THE RIGHT TO PILE WORK ONTO ME LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS!!!!!!

U’re right perhaps, that subordinates are to do wat their superiors ask of them. Oh, but have I mentioned the fact that, I am the only one from my dept to endure the brutality of having 3 piles of work that are so unduely passed on to, and no one else, I repeat, no one else had to have additional pilings?!?! And oso, the fact that the other colleagues are having lesser work than before, and I am the one to take the load from them?!
The one and only one.
Yep.
Me.
Wat justice is there?! All because I haven been all nicety to him??????????
(I couldn't help it at all u know. He reeks too much of his breath that his mere walk-by had me holding my breath...)

F***ed-up system.

I detest him, that slimey worm. TT’s so much more injustice that he had done, but too much for me to put into words to continue weaving these post.

I’ll have to leave it here then.














Whew.

Feeling so much better now.





P.S: Seriously i can't see how his wife can take so much crap-smelling.
She must have the world's most powerful sinus, to be able to get intimate with tt stinkbomb.

Eeeeuuu.... gross to the max.

Time-Out

I know i have been missing in action for some time. but hey, i'm not really a no life person u know... ok... i am.

swamped with tonnes of work and studies, with no time to slack anymore.

alright... i do make time to slack huh... lots.

Time is running out b4 i reach the end of my trimester. I need more sands in the hourglass to do this, to do that.

ARGH.

U know how it is like when there u r having so much to do, and here u have so much things to enjoy. I rather be playing than working u know. Tis a fact. I'm a born slacker. Not that normal pple loves work la. But I'm the extreme case of "I HATE WORK!" syndrome.

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Well well, if it ain't the usual ramblings of a lowly employee who have peanuts for her salary. U think everyone enjoys wat they're doing?? Quit wasting your precious office hrs and pls for goodness sake, get back to work!!
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Ok ok... Juz to drop a notice on my sad blog on Y I'll be so pre-occupied and can't possibly find time to update for a while.


Well, the Norm. Work, School, Social ......

And the SIMS 2!!!

Hohoho...
Dun miss me when I'm gone...

Super Size Scary.

That's wat i felt since I saw that documentary Mr Spurlock made, Super Size Me.

I hadn't count on my Kazaa to Download that documentary as there was really a limited no. of users who actually had the video file. But I'm sure glad I've gotten it, since I had missed the opportunity to actually see it at the cinemas.

ok. enuf of the piracy stuff. it's not the issue for today.

I think, that pple shld actually go watch it. Even if they dun have to.

It's really a fight btw the huge food corporations and a minority of health freaks(who actually know their foods) and the documentary though good, is a mere tiny step to victory.

I'm not going to ban Macdonalds entirely frm my life though, cos in the first place, i dun eat their food more than once a mth. sometimes, once in a few mths. As much as I deem Macs as EVIL, I think that we can live with evil some times, as the usual saying of "balance btw good and evil".

It ain't that bad in Singapore where I live as there is no Super size option like in the U.S., and though there is the upsizing option available, it's not a fave amongst us, not-so-giant Asians. Like for me, a petite(?) 5ft2, weighing 45kg, i prefer to have the normal size which is like 4 times smaller than the U.S version, or if i ever order the up-sized meal, it's becoz I'm sharing it with someone. Personally, I think that the U.S super sized meal will be ample for my whole day's of breakfast lunch and dinner!!

Oso, a difference I've noticed btw the U.S and Singapore, is that becoz of the cultural differences, becos Asians are still more conscious of their own appearances, not able to live with the "fat" status, we have this need of bringing down our weights instead of the Americans' way of "jus live with it" & "be happy with yrself".

Not that I'm saying Singapore is totally safe from Macs, the children here are still very affected. Obese Sing-children tripping over themselves becoz they can't see the ground, as i speak. But for adults, the thing that affects most is actually the dieting/slimming centres rather than the EVIL Ronald Mcdonalds. Y would they pay hundreds and thousands of dollars just so that they can get fat at MACs?? The adults are safe here, due to the constant need to be reed-thin. Thin is Beautiful.

OK. getting back on the track.

BUT, as the documentary presented, the Americans really have difficulties in rejecting the fastfood calling. And the govt, as much as they spoke of helping the citizens in their health needs, did little to prevent the fastfoods & processed foods corporations (yes, not only Macs. Herseys & other processed foods which u tot are ok plays a part in the coup.) in taking over the world. Reason?? Becos there's too much PROFIT in it for them. Y stop it frm growing when u can reap so much frm it?? Yep. Even the Singapore govt. Come on, our National Day Parade (NDP) was proudly sponsored by KFC, and all the kids and NSmen who performed there, was weekly fed with the juicy Fat Chicken which continually dripped oil whenever i succumb to the lures of sinful KFC.

Not that the Mac Corp are not doing any reforming activities. After the documentary was shown, Macs abolished the frightening super size option. with immediate effect. started to show health information in their websites. include Nutrition Calculator, as customers can now check out how much fats and calories and the GOOD NUTRITIONS they r getting out of the foods found in their menu. Lots of Sponsorships for Sports games, showing that "healthy side" of Macs, jumping ard playing balls and stuffs. lots & tonnes more of actions such as these. Yep. These are all PR. Public Relations. Their PR dept muz be really good to be making something so sinful look so good. Hey, I'm not complaining. I've got lots to learn frm them.

But can fast food really be healthy?? Image can be easily shaped by a good PR manager, u and I know. But can Fast food really be a healthy choice for meals??
Quoting the August Issue of the Fortune Magazine, Mr Matthew Boyle wrote,
" Two hormone-free, grass-fed beef patties.
Special low-cal, nonfat sauce. Organic red-leaf lettuce.
Reduced-fat cheese. Low-sodium pickles. Vidalia onions.
On a low-carb, multigrain bun.

Yeah, right."

Words can be so manupulative. Now we know. From a normal Mac burger consisting of more than needed amount of fats, a nice phrasing of descriptive wordings can make it sound so healthy. hey. dun laugh. it does work with some customers.

But again, let's face the truth. For here is the most powerful stumbling block of all when it comes to getting pple to eat healthier fast food. Despite the fact that there are so many issues concerning the world's health problems going on, most of us don't really want to eat healthier when we walk into a fast-food establishment.
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..
.
True?

Do u by any means go into mcdonald's to order merely a Mcsalad?? oh yah, and even if u do, do u know a Mcsalad contains as much sugar content as a big mac?? well, now u know. In U.S, the salads are named as Premium Salads. In Oz, Salad Plus with their slogan, "nothing over ten grams of fat."
Oh, Really?? is that supposed to be good??? Is that juz wat we need????
hah.

fat hope.
it's more than wat we need.


ALright alright... Think I'm getting biased here.
I need to go get a mac to stabilise my confused mind.
For yr info,
I'm kidding.

Can't say I'm totally anti-McDs, but I I am wary of what they are doing to the world. It's scary.

It's Been Some Time...

... Since I blogged.

OK... only been a week plus. no biggie.


Been busying with lots. Frequent dizzy spells due to over-exposing my tired eyes to the evil computer monitor radiating harmful rays. My PR assignment thats due in 2 days. My planned schedule of driving classes (which i haven the determination to undergo yet.) Too many things to do, too little time.

Speaking of my PR assignment, I'm suppposed to do an issues paper (not tissue paper for goodness sake!) on McDonald's Corporation. Yeah... the Anti-Macs issues... McLibel and the movie, Super Size Me. I for one, am not against this lucrative fastfood industry, considering the fact that I actually love their fries.. yum... with mayo and garlic chilli, oh yes... and the fish mcdippers, succulent and juicy, dipped in a variety of sauces, wasabi and BBQ... The burgers ain't that fantastic as compared to the burgers frm Burger King, but they do a better job in satisfying me than the ones frm KFC... hmmm.... *licking my lips*

okok... enuf of fantasizing those juicy treats. I need to focus here.

After endless research (stretched so long cos i constantly avoided to begin doing real work) and that horrible due date picking up his chase on me, I finally experienced that loss of time which somehow wasn't visible in my first month of studies... haiz... old habits die hard... I'm still the same as before, not willing to start working hard earlier than a few days b4 due... Bad.

I'll like to be blogging about my article here, but, i do remember that I am supposed to be busy at work right now...

GTG.

Going away

Frens n lovers going away.
Sadness floods my soul.

A (whining) Letter to MarcBoi-in-OZ

Dearest MarcBoi,

I presume that u r currently sailing in the air, across the sea to Down Under.
High chance of u dozing off in that comfortable seat, stretched out and contented after a hearty meal of airplane food (which i assume is still palatable).
Oh.. Probably not before a good show of the new seasons of Friends or the F1 rally screening onboard. A small bottle of wine? Or some dessert??
All that and the enthusiam which u showed while counting yr days to departure for OZ, I do think U r having a great time already.
Oh, go on. Enjoy yrself and forget about me will ya?

Well, I shall make myself busy and busier, so that i'll have no time for the seemingly-endless wait for yr return. Or perhaps some time in the clubs, waking the party animal within. Or, maybe some new activities such as the Salsa classes where I need a partner for the cha-chas where we can shake a hell-of-a-booty. Ooh... How about going shopping with a bunch of galfrens, till we run dry of resources??
oh well, seems better if i juz stay busy working and studying, doing housechores in the duration of my mom's absence, slogging away for projects and assignments, with no life...














oh my goodness.


i whine way too much at once.

Pardon me.

I'm tired, love-sick, PMSsy, and freaking way behind time...











Wat m i doing here???









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Ciaos.

CAUTION!!

When handphone is being battery charged and there is incoming call,
before answering the call, remember to:
- Off the power first,
- Remove the handphone from the charger, then
- answer the call.

Better be safe then sorry.

Never use the cell phone while it is hooked to the main!!

Not too good

I suppose i haven been bloggin good these days..
Can't help but apologise.

Still tired after my Cousins left, despite the fact that I have had more peace these days... OOPS. haha... (no la.. I miss u guys...)

Work n Studies catching up on me... Have lots to do even if it's juz the beginning of my first semester, i mean trimester, as we do things faster than normal colleges, squeezing a 6-mths semester into our compact 3-mths trimester. Yes. Oso squeezing our well-deserved 2-mths vacational break each sem, into a 1-week break each tri.
Oh well, can't really complain. After all, I'm getting my degree way faster than others studying in ther regular Us.

Getting sick quite regularly these days too... Bad. very bad. Though the MCs are GOOD, it's really bad for me to keep disappearing on my job like once a week, even if i'm not feeling too good.

Food has an upper hand on me now that i turn to it for most reasons. Esp when I get so frustrated at studies or bored at work, i tend to find things to chew n munch on. DRATS. Getting a lot of flabs, and it definitely is not fabulous...

well, gotta go. sleep is beckoning me n after tt, i've to pick up things from my fren, do revisions n assignments, prepare for projects, do house chores, etc.


jus hope i get to them.

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Let's Meet Harry again!!

No, I'm not particularly close frens with Harry Potter, but i do know lots about him, n he does know nuts about me.
Tis truth i speak.

i've juz made myself an new avid fan reader (yes i'm a late bloomer) of the Harry Potter books and have finshed the 1st book which i started juz yesterday. was a wonderful floating experience, flying through that endless skies, touching the clouds and moon kind, given my love n obsession with magic and the endless impossibles, as i mentioned before.

The Philosopher's Stone was already completed in mere hrs, and me being distracted from work, i was already hankering for the second dosage of Potter's magics in the form of The Chamber of Secrets, The Prisoner of Azkban, The Goblet of Fire, and The Order of the Phoenix.

I have watched the movies of the first 3 installations. but not wanting to miss anything from the original, i was "forced" to take up the real shit with the paperback books costing 14 bucks each, discounted already from Popular.

So, the conclusion of this blog?

Pls forgive and do not seek me during my absence as i retreat into oblivion, seeking solace and my inner peace with the makings of a great wizard...












As if anyone would miss me...

A Whale of a time at East Coast!!

Sorry folks.
Out of action for a week plus.
Been busy frolicking about for my bday…
Big deal u say.
Well, it isn’t really a biggie, but I do like the fuss made over my 21st bday.
And I really liked the way it turned out to be. Lotsa happenings.

Very very interesting indeed. At the chalet.

I had a 3 days 2 nights chalet at the Costa Sands East Coast which I rented it cheap thru my Company @ juz 65 bucks for the whole stay. Yeah man…

The first day n night was fun with cycling and yakking and stupid things which gang n I love to do… Since Xuehua has already blogged about it I her blog, I shall link up with her blog so u guys who are interested in wat happened on the first day, can see things thru those “rose”-colored glasses of hers… www.xuehua.blogspot.com

Yep. Skipping all the way to the next day, where everyone were groggy and sleepy from the wild night of boozing n screaming.

Mayz went to work from there, after we managed to wake her up my imitating lotsa weird sounds (vomitting sounds to be exact), n NOT manage to put her back to sleep when she was trying to keep awake to prepare for work...

The 4 remaining: me & marcboi, XH & Fred.
We tried to make some breakfast out of the grubby can food n squashed up bread we brought along. Thankfully, it turned out ok, though not heavenly.

X n F left after a while of wrestling mania from Marc n Moi. Yeah yeh.. u know it. I lost. But.
I’ll win the next time. Just u wait.

The day n chalet was pretty much to the 2 of us. Went cycling to Macs n drizzle turned into rain, so we took shelter at McCafe. Me first time there, was pretty ok I guess.

Rain ceased n we went on our quiet Sunday afternoon to the chalet.
I wanted to go fishing at the expensive-n-not-worth-it shrimp fishing stall, located jus next to our rented room. 13 bucks for a rod per hr. so basically u juz pay good money to sit there n wait for stupid fishes or shrimps to hook up. Oh, I was thinking that they probably trained the preys to jump on the hooks and get caught once per hr or so. Make the unsuspecting customers get an addiction for catching them and continue paying tribute to sit there n wait. Cos I realised that the customers were always the same pple whom I spotted there so enthusiastically waiting since mornin.
BUT,
I still wan to try….. (didn’t get my chance however since the commando boy wasn’t giving me a choice when he firmly escorted me past the stall everytime I tried to “stray” there…)

Anyways, the night was injected with mahjong and drinking (milder this time, I’ve learnt my lesson) games, when Janice n Jenson (the Jans) dropped in. I lost quite a lot. Like always. But the Jans were real sweet to “give me face” becoz of my bday, n not pursue me for the pay-back. Thanks.
Oh ya, not to forget, the present that the Jans and Jared & Elin got for me. An ultra mini skirt with a nice stripey halter top. All in delightful pink. The hottest color of the season, Janice mentioned. I like them both. I've always wanted to get a mini skirt, but being a tomboy-kind, my courage often deserts me when on my shopping sprees, as i chicken out on trying the minis on. BUT, the mini is alittle too much on the mini side….. ha..ha… (laughs nervously) Do i really have to wear it to club on yr bday??

Another bout of wrestling tt night. with Janice and Jenson starting things off.
Janice was having a lead with Jenson under & unable to move. Then like all guys with the overgrown muscles, Jenson took charge and turned things the other way round.

Marc n I took the stage for the next round of GF vs BF wrestle mania. Having experienced that bitter loss of victory in the morning to the "MarcMan", I wasn't about to continue that line of defeat n hand triumph over to the guys on the silver platter. No can do. i'll have to use all i can muster, my courage, my anger, all my strength, my pinchy fingers, my gnawing teeth, my chipped nails... (yeah, u get the picture huh)

Victory was mine, with all those strengths in line. I won. He lost. Defeated n Battered up, he was panting and bruised(i punched him). YEAH!!

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Okok. I really have to mention this.
Jackass the movie is truly a sickeningly crappy, stupid, moronic documentary put together by a group of ard 10 guys, who are as sickeningly crappy, stupid, moronic, doing idiotic, crazy shit to both themselves and pple ard them (yes, including to pple they know n not know)..

Oh ya…
And it definitely glues u to the set.
U can’t stop watching it.
Including the gals u know.

I for one, watched it 3 times at the chalet.
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Alright. The night was almost over with the ending of the wrestle tournament. Janice n Jenson drove home, Marc n I fell deep to lures of the sleeping devil.
And the last day was nothing to be blogged about as we woke up and went home.
Right.
Til school i suppose. I had a good lecture of mkting communications tt evening at MIS and once again realised the goodness in schools which i missed for a year.

*sigh* i love campus life...

TO: www.jasminet.blogspot.com

HApPi BiRtHdAyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CAn u believe it??
I've been well blogging for exactly a year today...
Given my 3-min-temperamental character, it's a surprise that I'm still at it.

OKs. Anyways, Here's to hoping that i'll continue the fire and passion in this blog.
(corny)

And we lived happily ever after......