My Current Ambivalence

Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 49%

Well, you don't have the worst job in the world, but it's not great. And don't worry, you're not the problem - your company is. Start looking around for another job, even if you're not totally fed up. Because in time, you're going to be dying to quit! This says it all, I suppose?

It is an absurd world
There is absolutely no external authority
That will give you a pat on the head
And assure you that
You have made the right choice

We live in an absurd world
There is absolutely no way of knowing
What is right and wrong
By any external authority
But yourself

Be afraid
There is no meaning in life
I am afraid
Because there is no meaning in life

I am lost in an absurd world
I exist in a meandering reality
Of absurdness

I am lost
I have to be found

I can only be
Found

By me

Compliments of *Starry's Blog

You Are Somewhat Machiavellian

You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead... But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself. You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place. You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!

How Machiavellian Are You?

I'm never going back…at least until my memory fails, which in this short term memory age, might be sooner than I would imagine it to be.

Yours truly wants her disgust at MISS CLARITY duly noted. After my 3 day advance reservation for TRIPLE CHOCOLATE BIRTHDAY CAKE, the owner of the cafe sent up a tiramisu cake and tried to pass it off as what I ordered. Hello? What’s wrong with you? I mean, yours truly has not gone blind, even after the repeated straining of my eyes by staring at the computer screen for way too long hours, but even then, triple chocolate is all brown, for evilness’sake, how can I miss the difference? *arched my brows*

Yours truly cannot even attempt to fathom how after having reserved the cake, the café can actually “forget” to put it aside, but if, you have some itsy-bitsy bit of sense of customer service, you will know that you should at least explain and not just send up the other cake without any explanations and hope that customers are *blur enough to not notice.

I won’t condemn the café even though it’s ridiculous to miss out the cake reservation, but I am *pissed by the fact that the café owner tried to pass off the MISTAKE. And then, when we ask, she oh-so-condescendingly informed us that she ran out of the triple chocolate cake and then gave us her last second piece of triple chocolate cake for us to try, as if that was the cause of our fuss. Like we really care to have a bite of the cake. Oh please. *roll eyes*

My evilness, she is so damn lucky that yours truly was feeling under the weather and not up to making a fuss. Otherwise, honest-to-evilness, I would have kicked up a fuss, and with *candid there, I assume you, the fuss would have been something to see.

So conclusion, yours truly decide to boycott the café until short term memory loss occurs.

But then, given my memory, I wonder what’s the possibility of it happening?

Maybe

it will be in

this lifetime?

*deadpan*

Oink Oink

My Piggy




This is fun.

GO DRAW THE PIG NOW!

*roll eyes* Indulge yours truly-oh-so-rare-childness.

*Arched Brows

What Your Face Says

At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced. Overall, your true self is passionate and physical. With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative. In love, you seem mysterious and interesting. In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.

What Do People Think Of Your Face?

Yours truly is very certain that yours truly *friends and probably *enemies would agree abt the manipulative bit.

What do you think?

Come

Be honest

*arched brows

Randomness

Silence

Sound

Despair

Movement

Pause

Stop


A beat
A chant
A rhythm

Repeat

Begin
Rewind
Restart

Darkness

Light

Existing

Moving on.

CNY 2

Flashback:

On the 2nd day of CNY, when yours truly was trying to take a nap before the sleepover at *Eccentric’s – Yours truly’s mom was obviously in a chatty mood, so yours truly gave up trying to nap and asked a (in my view, simple question that got me a oh-so-detailed answer) question on “how is Auntie-A related to us?”

M: She’s Granny’s goddaughter. (And this is the part of the plot out of a romance novel!). Did you know that Auntie A is the 2nd wife of Uncle?

Me: Oh? I didn’t know.

M: Yeah. She helped bring up Uncle’s first wife’s 2 sons.

Me: Ok. I didn’t know that. I assume Uncle’s first wife passed away? (Bear in mind this was like the 70s if not earlier, I didn’t think divorce was common than)

M: Oh no. Uncle’s first wife fell for the butcher and Auntie fell for your uncle.

Me: Huh?

Mom: Auntie went to work for Uncle as housekeeper/cleaner, etc and she fell in love with Uncle and got pregnant (at this point, I must have had a scandalize look. Pardon my prudishness). Not when Uncle’s wife was still living with him. Uncle’s 1st wife ran off with the butcher and left Uncle and his 2 sons. So Auntie who was already employed as their housekeeper, helped Uncle take care of his 2 sons. Auntie was already in love with Uncle even before his wife ran off, so naturally things got to a point where Auntie was “in the family way”.

Me: Ah. Ok. (pardon me, does Auntie’s life-story sound like a badly written romance drivel to you?)

M: Anyway, Auntie didn’t dare to tell her parents, so she confided in your Granny. Granny went and spoke to Auntie’s parents and arranged Auntie’s marriage to Uncle.

(the other parts of the long description by yours truly’s mom shall go unmentioned.)

:::

You note that this has absolutely nothing to do with how Auntie A became Granny’s goddaughter? Hah. That is another story on my deceased grandfather and dreams. Anyway, yours truly doubt anyone wants to hear more about her relatives and their intricate complicated relationship, suffice to say, it is apparently very common to have god-parents/siblings/children in yours truly’s family with lots of “superstition” involved. *dryly*

Ok, my point, and yes, I actually do have a point in relating the above. I just wanted to point out that incredulous as it might seem, romance drivel and stupid crying-flicks we read/see on TV actually might have some basis in truth. OMG. Yours truly was horrified.

To be honest, this CNY, I heard so many scandalous *true life-stories of my relatives that I was *shocked and *appalled by. Oh please, don’t get me wrong, yours truly have no problems with Auntie A being the 2nd wife and such, it’s the fact that she went to work as a housekeeper, fell in love with the master of the house with *unfaithful wife, got pregnant, etc, such *stereotype plot that shocked me. Yours truly have a pretty high threshold of acceptance, in the “you can do whatever you want with your life so long as you do not hurt anyone in your actions” type of way, but really, such stereotypes horrifies me. *archly*

Isn’t it frightening to look back and think, “my life has been a stereotype”?

Anyway, let’s ponder whether such stereotypes are stereotypes because it is common that people fall into such situations or are such situations are overly dramatized that it becomes stereotypes?

I have no idea. I only know that if indeed such lives are rare, than apparently, all the odds favor my extended family. Did I mention that I have an aunt on my father’s side who is also the 2nd wife and then helped raised the 1st wife son, etc, etc? *laconical*

I wonder whether my aunts fall into such situations because they can’t help themselves, or was it because they were obsessed about the notion of a grand illicit passion? Hmm….lately, I’ve discovered that people in my extended family and my parents’ group of friends provide such an *interesting cauldron of *stereotypes to study. I mean, think about it, I have samples of *accidental pregnancies resulting in hasty marriage, *mercenary woman chasing rich man, *abusive father/stepmother who ought to be shot, *employees who fall for their employers and become 2nd wives, *mistresses of rich man, *men with dual families, etc, etc.

Wow. I’m impressed. And there I thought older generation people are more conservative. *grimace*

Decision time:
Would you rather live an ordinary life or a life that is such a stereotype?

CNY Blues

As a marriageable female of a certain age, it is inevitable to be asked the *B/M question, otherwise known as the boyfriend/marriage Q during the oh-so-festive-season-where-relatives-whom-you-can’t-care-less-about-and-who-can’t-care-less-about-you imagine they have the right to interrogate and ask confidential and personal questions under the blanket right of being relatives. *roll eyes*

Yours truly’s recommendations on how to wiggle out of it...

Relative 1: B/M? (In dialect, of course)
Me: *smile and look around uncomprehendingly.
(Just leave the answering for one’s oh-so-versatile and eloquent mother.")

Relative 2: B/M?
Me: *blush *cough *shake head
(this is recommended only if one is able to blush at will, & convincingly and more importantly, to be executed only when one’s parents are not around to assist. This is so because it is possible that the first few attempts at blushing will mislead said relative into assuming that there is a potential guy in the picture and one is *shy. This will then result in being further interrogated and worse, your parents might join the field. Yikes!)

Relative 3: B/M?
Me: *lol* Of cos not, I want to work for a few years, travel lots of places and go back to school. B? M? Oh please. Who the hell has the time to take care of a guy?
(this is only recommended again when one’s parents are not ard to see one being patronizing of said relative)

Relative 4: B/M?
Me: Oh, lots of B, but M? No way. *shake head* M is for idiots.
(please refer to Relative 3 comment above)

Oh dear evilness, just kill me. *groan* And please, don't ask which approach yours truly took. Curiousity kills the cat, or rather it would more likely give you a *black eye.

Actually, that was an exaggeration. This year’s CNY is surprisingly more bearable than expected. Yours truly didn’t have to see too many obnoxious relatives or more importantly, speak to them. Thank Evilness!

Plus yours truly had a relatively fun night/sleepover at *Eccentric’s place even though we spent quite a bit of time playing TABOO but I like. *grin* Oh dear, does the fact that I’m not moaning about the torturous CNY implies that yours truly have mellowed? Or worse, has my threshold of tolerance for such *social aka boring aka miserable aka tedious, etc, gatherings increased?

I hope not.

Probably, yours truly has just mastered the art of being *obnoxious*sarcastic*patronizing*evil without offending relatives. *deadpan* In other words, yours truly was being *rude and they didn’t realize it. *hah!

As an irrelevant aside, saw a cousin yours truly have not seen in like 3 years and oh dreary dreary me, he has grown so-so feminine, and unless I read him wrongly, with certain issues on his sexual orientation.

It could just be me thinking *ridiculous thoughts

But I think

Not.

Shrug.

Much about Nothing

Why have yours truly not blogged in ages
.
.
.
maybe yours truly is losing
her ability to write much about
nothing
.
.
or
worse
losing her ability to
write
due to
lack of practise
.
.
oh horrors
.
.
.
or perhaps
she has ran out of
nonsense to write
and life
has provided no
inspiration
.
.
.
she hopes
it’s the latter
but it really
could be the
former
.
.
.
help
.
.
maybe
perhaps
she’s just
going
crazy

yours truly in denial.

:::

Dear Eccentric Friends (Note: rich people are not strange, merely eccentric – courtesy of *snappish & yours truly believes that all her friends will qualify eventually as ECCENTRIC if they aren’t already so. *archly*)

Yours truly has been MIA cos she’s been very busy. So what’s new. *drly*

Actually, yours truly has been busy being a really “privileged daughter”. Thank you whoever up there for parents, particularly generous parents like mine who sponsored by recent Bangkok trip over the weekend and public holiday, and the obscene amount of money spent on shopping. *shake head at the thought of it*

Envious?

Smirk.

Yes, yes, I know. I’m privileged or otherwise known as obnoxiously bratty. So sue me.

Anyway, after the short stint and masquerade role of being privileged daughter without having to make any decisions since I was with mom, I obviously came back to a work desk completely groaning with work, which snowballed and snowballed and snowballed. I’m still trying to find my way out of the snow.

*pause for a moment to dig myself out of the work piled onto me*

Ok to continue on the update of my life - what? You didn’t realize it was an update of my life so far for inquisitive (Read: nosey) readers? Shame on you.

Anyway, work being work, continue its relentless piling on moi and not likely to slacken. So let’s skip the issue. I doubt you want to read all about me and my work, and even if you do, I’m not about to write about my work. Oh please. Get a life. *archly*

So to continue yours truly’s extended update, I went to the SEMBAWANG BAND FESTIVAL today with *Evil, *Wallflower and *Snappish. (after rushing all the way to out-of-place Sembawang after 4hours meeting in office!). Great day to be outdoors. *Evil and *Wallflower seems to get along quite well (I tot they would & I am always right. *deadpan*).

We visited *Evil’s place after the festival and boy, I love her place, ie, her manga collection, manga posters (made me feel so at home!), books and CDs, and a TV/MEDIA Room! My clique is so going to stay over at her place for slumber party soon. *grin*

I can tell you all about the interaction between the four of us today, about *Wallflower’s recitation of Shakespeare & poetry, our discussion on books & music, but do you really want to know all these? Even I find it tedious to read such things, and it’s about me and my life. So take my advise, drop this. Pursue no further on what we did and more importantly talked about, cos frankly, why should you care?

Gotcha, didn’t I? *archly*

Ok. This is getting to be a really tedious and boring blog.

Dear evilness! Do you think yours truly is losing the ability to write nonsense?

What can be done?

What should be done?

~ To be continued

Infinitely.

Dictator Me

Your Birthdate: August 13

You're dominant and powerful. You always need to be in charge. While others respect your competence, you can be a bit of a dictator. Hard working and serious, you never let yourself down. You are exact and accurate - and you expect others to be the same way. Your strength: You always get the job done Your weakness: You're a perfectionist to a fault Your power color: Gray Your power symbol: Checkmark Your power month: April

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

"pretty please with maraschino cherry and whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles"

My Beloved Stilettos

I.
I put on
My stiletto heels
My identity

The symbol
Of me

My career
My life

My heels
My stilettos

My beloved.


II.
You asked me
To step out

of

My stilettos

Should I
Do so

For you?

If I take off
My stilettos

If I take them off
Because of you

Am I still
Me

Can I still
Be me?

III
My stilettos

A
Part of
The me

You fell
For

A
Part of
The me

That fell
For you

So if I
Remove

My beloved
Stilettos

My
8-inch
wicked heels

The
Symbol
Of my identity

A
Symbol
Of my career

Am I still me

Am I still
The me

That loves you?

I think

Not.


IV
So

Let me keep
My stilettos

Let me keep
Me

The me
That loves you

So

The me
That you love

The me
In my stilettos

The

Ambitious

Working

Me.

Kel. 29 November 2005.

Beware of Bear

You Are A: Bear Cub!

Bears are strong and independent creatures who roam in the forest in search of food. Bears are usually gentle, but anger one and be prepared for their full fury! You're tough, you won't back down from a fight -- classic attributes of a bear. Intelligent and resourceful, though lazy at times, you are a fascinating creature of the wild.

You were almost a: Kitten or a Duck
You are least like a: Chipmunk or a MouseWhat Cute Animal Are You?

Shall we play?

Game

Lost

Found

Lost again

We play the

Same game

Over and over

Again

With different
People

At different
Moment

Of our lives

But the same

rhythm

tempo

beat

we lose

our way

we find

our way

loss

gain

lost

and found

you

me

let's play

shall we?

Kel. 6 October 2005.

****

I just saw a program on local telly on seeking someone in your past. Omigod, its horrifying the way schools keep records of their past students. Imagine out there somewhere, you leave a trace of yourself in every single educational institute you’ve been in. *wide eyed look*

Isn’t that absolutely terrifying how information & confidential details of our lives are left on records?

Who knows, maybe someday you might be grateful that information is so easily availabe? Although at this point, at this moment, yours truly is just horrified that out there, my LIFE is on record.

Imagine if someone wanted to seek you out, all he/she has to do is to visit our schools.

Who knows, maybe out there somewhere, someone is seeking you.

Who knows, maybe

Just maybe

You would like to be found

Do you?

:::

PS: just read Mrs Craddock. Good book. Shall write about it if yours truly can muster up the effort.

PPS: *Starry sounds like she's in deep shit, ie, lotsa stress from school & student union. Tough luck. But hey, you're live. No one who is mentioned in yours truly's blog will perish from exams/papers/school, etc, you get the point. Don't you? *archly* So get a grip on yourself. Break a leg. Kill a cow, etc, etc. Yours truly would like to sound more sympathetic, but alas, used up her miserable store of sympathy, sweetness & light eons ago. *deadpan*

Take it easy

I write from my perspective.
My perspective is lopsided.
Therefore, all my writings are lopsided.

A logical fallacy

Indeed

Please

For evilness’ sake

*roll eyes*

There is a line between being a lopsided representation and an impartial attempt to write from all perspectives. Yes, so all mankind are self-centered but that does not mean that all writings are therefore, lopsided.

Yours truly begs to defer. It is not a valid argument in yours truly’s pov that just because it is one’s writing that said writing is inevitably lopsided. That’s just an excuse or perhaps, more likely, someone is in denial.

Not all of someone’s writing are lopsided, in fact, yours truly would never make that accusation.

So in other words, this time, if yours truly have some queries on the lopsided-ness of someone’s discourse, it is an observation of a particular discourse, so the attempt to present everything that has been written as lopsided is not a valid way out. *dryly*.

Someone, me thinks, is being somewhat defensive, maybe. *grin*

So take it easy

and

I rest my case.

All retorts and appeals shalt not be entertained

Yes. So yours truly is being opinionated and tyrannical

So go ahead

Sue me.

wink.

Meaningless Blogging

A typical moment of my day

[muffled mummers]
*sheer: Are you talking to me?
*candid: Obviously, how many other people can reply to *sheer?

[mentally] er….135?

*sheer: Well, I heard murmurs and since *blunt didn’t say anything, I assumed you were talking to me.
*blunt: how can I reply anything when she said *sheer?
*sheer: but I didn’t hear her. I only heard mummers.
*blunt: but she said *sheer. She did.
*candid: I said *sheer.

Damn. 2 against 1.

Fine. I concede the point. *humph*

Moral#1: there’s only 1 person who can answer to my name. Never mind the poor souls out there who just might happen to share my first name. Hah, too bad for you guys. *roll eyes*

Moral#2: never attempt to talk back to people especially people like *candid when one is occupied and busy.

Moral#3: we all can’t resist an opening for a perfect or even imperfect retorts.

Moral#4: being separated by a cubicle is apparently not an excuse for not being able to hear the person sitting in front of one. In other words, imagine how sharp of hearing most of your neigbhours at work must be and imagine how much grapevine and gossip you might have unintentionally missed out by actually focusing on work. *laconic*

:::

Today, *witchy was surfing yours truly’s blog during office hours (yours truly would like to put on a horrified look but dear evilness approves of such mischief, so yours truly has not much grounds to stand on. So decided let the chance of chastising *witchy go), which is not a problem. The problem is she had the audacity to demand that yours truly blogged at least 10 lines on her. *wow*.

Why would anyone believe that yours truly would be able to blog on demand, more importantly, why would anyone want to take the risk of being blogged about by evil me, which I doubt would be anything less than insulting? Look at the blog *doormat demanded & got. *shake head*

People are indeed strange perverse creatures.

*witchy, probably more so than the rest.

Got you.

Haven’t I?

Don't even bother denying. *sardonically*

Evil me.

My Very Exclusive Clique

For all birds of a feather

(yes, I mean you. Don't even attempt to try the old trick of looking around.)

My very exclusive clique
Such an assorted bunch you’ll ever meet
Mostly workaholics
Thankfully no real alcoholics
Or such hardworking drunkards you’ll likely never to meet.

Kel. 4 September 2005.


Yours truly knows she has done a brief introduction to my clique previously, but people change, I change, etc, and so the composition of “My Very Exclusive Clique” changes with time as well. This is not to say that the core members change but to admit a fact of life. Sometimes people drift apart; sometimes new friends come along. *shrug*

Having said that, please do not be mistaken, the core members of my clique remains the same, of course, it won’t dare be otherwise, I won’t let it be otherwise.

Okay, before I go on to give my friends a more elaborate introduction; let me first make a qualifier:

The people yours truly introduces in this particular blog is not the entirety of “My Very Exclusive Clique” that was the derivative of the “Mean Club” yours truly founded with some friends in junior college, but more of an introduction to my closer friends and more importantly, people who has been or will be featured or referred to in my blog. One of them is not even part of my clique.

There are 2 other persons who yours truly is inclined to include but decide not to as they really need not much introduction, ie, *Starry & *Wallflower, who has been more or less been around for almost the entirety of my blogging duration.

Btw, fyi, yours truly is horrified to announce that she has succumbed to blogging for a full year come September 11. *gasp*. So think of this as a commemorate yours truly's evil blog birthday.

:::

“Insulting each other is too passe. We must unite to insult others”
~ *private

“We are suckers for things that are hip. If Satan is hip, we would probably convert to Satanism”.
~ *eccentric

“Guilt without actions is just a waste of time”.
~ *snappish

“You think it’s so easy to act bimbotic? Need effort one you know”.
~ *witchy

“People who are goody two shoes in this life must have been totally evil in their previous lives”.
~ *wicked

“I’m going to come back as a dung beetle” “No, I think I’m coming back as a toilet brush”.
~ *Candid

“I’m very proud of my excuse to call him. If you ever need an excuse to contact a guy, I’ll help come up with good ones”.
~ *Peace

“……..”
~ *doormat

“Our friendship are laid on the foundation of lots and lots of food”.
~ yours truly

:::

Where should yours truly start? Should I begin from the beginning on how each of us met? But really, I doubt anyone is so free as to be interested in our humble meetings? *archly* What? You are really so free and really interested? Yours truly is horrified. Go do something more worthwhile & useful! *shoo*

Ok. After chasing away the interested (read: really really odd) readers, yours truly decide to keep the introduction minimal. After all, the quotable quotes by them already says so much about them. (Stop whining *doormat, yours truly will not be whined into quoting something you said. After all, what better represent a doormat than silence? Yes?).

The Founding of the Core of My Very Exclusive Clique

Once upon a time, when yours truly was less cold-hearted and evil, she met *eccentric in a current affairs history class. Back in those time, *eccentric with her long hair and obedient (which was deceiving, by the way) appearance was quite jarring in a current affairs class, although this was probably yours truly’s own biased stereotyping of students in current affairs class. Anyway, yours truly in a moment of *absentmindedness, befriended *eccentric and that was the start of our longstanding karma (read: strange and even stranger. Think Chinese idiom – yuan nie).

Anyway, we discovered after enduring the initial boring get-to-know-you stage, that we got along despite our outward differences and the really contrasting impression we gave to others (imagine we had people ask us “you two are friends?” *roll eyes* No, we’re really enemies but we happen to attend class, have lunch and go out together. *laconic*).

Anyway, in this period of acquaintanceship, *eccentric befriended a girl from her maths class who she loved to harass (yes, harass) such that eventually the poor gal aka *snappish was inevitably drawn into our evil clutches. Did I mention that *snappish had to drop maths later on? See, the influence our evilness has on others. Don't bother wasting your sympathies on *snappish, she's definitely one of us. And this gave her the perfect excuse to blame *eccentric for her own inability to continue to struggle with maths. Besides, this meant that she could drop maths in favor of spending time slacking with us. No competition at all. Yes?

Concurrently when *eccentric was harassing *snappish, yours truly was not idle. I was trying to get another steady looking and quiet classmate into our evil clutches, so enter *private into our threesome at that point. Boy, was we deceived. *deadpan* The steady looking and quiet classmate turned out to have an arsenal of sharp wits (ouch!) and hidden depths. Yours truly totally blame her poker faced and plead not guilty for getting her into our threesome & as our eventual mean club president. And so begins the roots to “our very exclusive clique”.

:::

Okay, remembrances aside, yours truly will briefly insult, (did I say insult? I meant introduce, of course) my closer friends.

*Eccentric is the idealistic and creative one, with the aesthetics sense and really quirky ideas. She is the one who comes up with the themes and funky stuff to do for every massive birthday celebrations we have had for our very exclusive clique. She’s one of yours truly’s ideal travel companion. Ask her about her alternate universe ideal if you doubt her eccentricity. *archly*

*Private, yours truly think, needs no further introduction. She has sharp wits, poker face, confidence and is intensely private. She also has great aesthetics sense & good with her hands and has a flair for languages. What more needs to be said?

*Snappish is of course, already introduced. After all, who else in yours truly’s exclusive clique has the ability to bring about the visitation of Mr Green Eye Monster? She is, yours truly is glad to report, getting darker and more layered. Not implying that she is getting dangerously dark or that she was depthless before (yours truly won’t dare imply as such given the snappish looks she’s already throwing at me) but that her work requires a certain amount of (a) keeping up with current affairs and (b) keeping secrets. Teasing her is one of yours truly & *eccentric’s pet fun. *whispers*

*Witchy, is as always, the bubbly and overly sentimental bimbo. But of course, intelligent too. All of yours truly’s friends are intelligent, who dares to suggest otherwise? *sternly* She is great at writing animated emails. No one writes kinetic emails/sms the way she does. Trust me. Yours truly has exacting taste. *dryly*

*Wicked is newly caught into our evil clutches. She is a long time friend of *eccentric and prior to her fall into our clutches, the film companion of yours truly and *eccentric. She is really really unique. Think oddball and quirky. Her opinions and analogies are usually jarringly unique yet strangely wise (probably more strange than wise, but hey, we all have our flaws). Teasing her is also great fun especially since her retorts are surprising & funny unlike *private, who one can only tease at your own peril. *shake head* Why can’t my friends be *dumber. *deadpan*

*Candid is not in “My Very Exclusive Clique” but yours truly can’t resist including her cos her humor and wits are quick and interesting and blunt. She also has a quite cosmopolitan family, reflective of herself. Yours truly has never come across anyone else who speaks English with a Canadian accent, Mandarin with a Shanghaiese accent and Cantonese like a Hongkonger. Have you? I rest my case. *archly*

*Peace is as her nick suggests, calm, compassionate and strong. But she has a tinge of melancholy in her but hey, given her experience & background, yours truly dare you to say you would emerge as well-adjusted as her. She’s a great listener, entertaining/funny storyteller & most importantly, an admirable therapist. *solemnly*

*Doormat is a paradox of down-to-earth earthliness mixed with surprising lack of pragmatism. She seems malleable but manages to retain her core centre so on yours truly less evil days, (and this happens to be one given my recent promotion at work) I'll say she's adaptable. A somewhat study in contradiction. As she has already had a blog dedicated to her, what more needs to be said except that she is a serious chong-se-qing-you person ie, loosely translated as boyfriend before friends person. *reprimanding look*

So if anyone actually manages to read till this part, yes, yes, yours truly's clique is made up of assorted group of weirdos. So sue me. *arched my brows*

Did you notice that yours truly only wrote on 8 individuals? The cooperative word here is individual. After all, most people are lambs and part of the herd. *grimace*

Perhaps, if yours truly was either more discriminating or less exacting, I would have more friends?

I think

Not.

Insultingly yours,
Evil me.

Retail Therapy

Yours truly's newest buys today. As promised to upload for *starry to see.





PS: Yours truly's new killer boots.


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Sorry. Am too tired to write something serious plus taking over or have taken over a new portofolio at work, so busy. no spare brain cells. *yawn*. Will try to blog something more significant or studious next time. *grin*

PPS: I NEED PHOTOS OF GOOD LOOKING MEN for a project! Any volunteers? Assistance? Help? *solemn expression*

Imagine Singapore

http://www.singapore2025.com/

Reason of Being

Imagine my shocked look.

*pause*

Can't?

Yes. Me neither. *dryly*

Yours truly excels in lots of other looks, but shocked is not one of them. *deadpan*

So imagine my amazement to receive a late card that failed dismally in its reason of being, by being early.

So give yourself a pat, *wallflower

Your belated birthday card arrived, not only in time, but 2 days early. *quirked my brows*

Quite a feat.

Especially for you.

Evilness will bless you.

Unless you totally misremembered the day your evilness descended to mock & poke fun? *laconic*

Did you? *archly*

No?

Ah.

But would anyone believe you? *smirk*