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1983. singapore. capricorn. $2,443,604.00. joanne. 5'3". strawberry. sunshine. dogs. chocolate. mistletoe. cookies. winter jackets. christmas.
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Thursday, September 21, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
~*~Sometimes, having to communicate with people makes me go "GAH!" and vomit my dinner. Having to communicate with CERTAIN people makes me go "GAH! GAH! GAH!" and vomit 800 pints of blood.
GAH to you!
~*~
Thursday, September 14, 2006
~*~This guy takes a photo of himself EVERYDAY for SIX years. It's like those artsy-fartsy videos i don't usually enjoy, but this is different. It's actually quite cool. Six years of different clothes, different hair - ESPECIALLY different hair, different homes.. But it's the same face (but at some point you'll find that he starts looking a little but older, a bit like Hugh Grant!), and it seems like the lucky bastard hasn't had a pimple for over 2000days!
~*~
Oh, in all my excitement, i forgot to mention that i recently got a job at the Civil Aviation Authority of Singapore!
The interview was nerve-wrecking. And it certainly didn't help that i did not prepare for it in any way, other than trying to recall the names of a few people i've been associated with during my internship at the company 4years ago.
Well, they had us (three other candidates and myself) write a short essay on our goals... My goals, in total, consist of four basic sentences. God knows how i'm to articulate this in 250words. Of course, the other girls wrote almost a full sheet, back and front. I had... two paragraphs, and no conclusion. Then, we had to face a whole panel of interviewers who didn't make it very easy... Especially with the "scenerio" questions. But i guess my "Can i get back to you on that tomorrow?" answer did make them laugh a bit and forget that the question came up (because i never did get back to them).
Anyway, they said there would be a second interview and sent me on my way.
Two months of job-hunting and all i got offered were contract jobs... This is the first permanent job interview i've gone for, and i want this job (Helloooo duty free shops discounts!). In fact, it was the first interview i've gotten in two months!
Hoho... And what Jo wants, Jo gets, right? Okay, only sometimes. Rarely. So, this was one of the rare occassions because they called that same afternoon and said they'd prepare my appointment letters immediately if i'm interested in taking it up.
Of course i said yes.
And so, here i am, in limbo, waiting to start work. Actually, i'm not really in limbo cos i've got loads of shopping to do. So far, i've got 3 new pairs of shoes from On Pedder and a spanking new skirt suit.
Yay! In about 6weeks, i will no longer be broke (and hopefully, i will also be debt free)
~*~
Monday, September 11, 2006
~*~5 years ago on this day, i was in my room, watching Rory and Dean in a car he built for her and texting my now-ex boyfriend about calling him later (we were having some issues). And then i heard a new email notification beep...
"Woman, see! The news! - Jar"
I replied, "I'm watching Gilmore Girls. Why?"
*beep* "Shit. Just switch NOW!"
And i did, in time to watch a guy fall from the top of the WTC. That image took forever to register, but eventually it did and now, i can't seem to get that out of my head.
I burst into the living room and screamed at my parents to stop watching HBO. We stood there staring at the utter chaos on our TV screen - fire, smoke, dust, crying people, dying people...
5 years ago, i was 18 and completely uninterested in anything beyond my grades, clubbing and meeting curfew. This 5 minutes staring at the TV was a turning point, and a very ugly one at that. The ugliness of the killing of all those innocent people, the magnitude and realism of the entire event was.... Incredible. My eyes were wide open, literally and metaphorically.
For the next few days, we stayed glued to the TV and saw more chaos, dying people, heroes, speculations, politicians talking talks of retailiation, and the Tribute to Heroes. Then, came the war. For the next few months and years, more news of riots, protests and bombings (or bomb threats) around the world, more chaos, more deaths and more horror... Things i would never have noticed if it wasn't for Jar's insistence that i watch the news that night. I would have happily finished my hour of Gilmore Girls, broke up with my boyfriend and continued to be engrossed in my grades, curfew and clubbing. But that year, i opened my eyes and started being slightly more "current" about current affairs.
But despite all that "turning point" bull-crap, it'll all boils down to a tragic waste of human life and the cruelty of those who take them.
~*~
Monday, August 28, 2006
~*~My poor Simba is injured. And he did it to himself, with help from us! *sob*
You see, he's got dry skin on his belly and he's been scratching his belly raw. So, we gave him a bath, groomed him, applied some anti-septic and skin moisturizer and then put his mittens on. Hours later, he developed a limp and we noticed that the mittens were soaked through. Like, completely wet and his skin was red and puffy... He's managed to bite himself through the mittens. Together with the moisture (saliva!) and trapped heat, the whole paw got infected.
Here's a photo of his injured paw :
It's so gross. It's red and purple and swollen and... SMELLY!
The vet had to shave off his fur, so now it looks like some turkey drumstick. This one treatment cost me $95! Geesh... Vet bills are sooo ridiculously expensive and it's taking a toll on lil' unemployed me. 2 months ago, it was $89 and a few months before that, $92.
Well, i guess that's still quite cheap for an old dog like him... He now has just about as many pills and ointments as my Great Grandfather!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Pickles and Cocopops have been working so hard for the past God-knows how many weeks, and i've been freaking out about my graduation project, only to find out that the deadline has been extended *phew*. Yes, this means i can come up for some air. So, we decided we wanna "dance like no one is watching", watch other people dance (especially if they think no one is watching) and, of course, drink. Problem is, we're broke, except for Cocopops, since she's the only one with a job.
Ladies' night, also Mambo Night. I hate Mambo. But it's free entry, so what the hell. We felt like dancing, right? So, we get into a cab and zoom down. And as it turns out, for the entire night, we didn't have to spend a cent, other than for the cab fare to the club.
It was fabulous!
See, that's the thing about being girls. We get away with just about ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. We get free entry, free drinks, extra lychees and cherries, wear short skirts and high heels and mascara... We can even stare at those ah lians and ah bengs without getting beaten up.
Love.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
~*~This is so frustrating. The jobs i apply for don't call me back and the job offers i'm getting are all contract job calls. I don't wanna be a contractor.
Anyway, i realised that i forgot to mention that my Poo got his driver's license! It's been 2 weeks and i've been driven around like a real princess for 2 weeks. Haha!
Okay, i'm gonna go back to my job-hunting, cos you know, i have to pay the bills.
~*~
Sunday, August 13, 2006
OUR HUMANITY IS MEASURED BY HOW WE CARE FOR THE VULNERABLE AMONG USThanks Chinaman for making me cry. For the seals, for our humanity and for the salvation of our sorry souls.
Here's a footage and some information..
Canadian Seal Hunt
I got some information from the IFAW (International Fund for Animal Welfare) site.
"Our humanity is measured by how we care for the vulnerable among us. What is more vulnerable than a newborn seal pup, stranded helpless and alone on the ice? A baby seal can be legally killed once it molts its white fur, which usually begins at about 12 days of age. The small, unprotected newborn of any species should not be preyed upon, never mind bludgeoned with a club. Seals are routinely clubbed or shot and left to suffer on the ice, then dragged over the sides of boats with sharpened metal hooks. Few sealers are observed checking to see if a seal is still alive before they skin it. "
How could anyone kill something so helpless and so lovely for the sake of profit?! For fucking FUR COATS?! Seriously now, what the hell is wrong with the world?!
We are given the honour of being the guardians and protectors of these beautiful creatures. In the Book of Genesis, Adam named the animals, he took care of them and respected them. What are we doing now? How can these killers sleep at night? Hah! I hope the fuckers can't sleep.
People, we have to be responsible for what we kill and what we consume. Remember the story "Kill To Eat" from the Global Tales short story collection? They characters in the story kill only to eat and to survive, not for fun or for vanity. We depend on animals to provide us food for survival and we should respect them for the sacrifices they make for us.
Shit, i'm not vegetarian. I tried and failed (i'm not that strong and i love chicken).. But i believe we should only Kill To Eat.
Sharks' Fin, Fois Gras, Fur-anythings... Is such wastage and cruelty neccessary, especially there are a perfectly perfect substitutes available?
Monday, August 07, 2006
~*~Superstar Boo wants this for Christmas. Can we share Boo? You may keep the girls, i just want them to teach me those chair moves.
Stoke! One more week till the first lesson of Exotic Dance Level 2 (which my Poo kindly sponsored, so i am only allowed to dance for him). I can't wait to do all those cool chair-work moves.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
** WARNING: MIGHT CONTAIN SPOILERS! **
My Poo took me to see The Devil Wears Prada tonight.. Woooowwww! I was totally blown away! Bags, shoes, hats, dresses, suits, belts, scarves, necklaces, skirts, shirts and Valentino himself!
Usually, i'd say that the book's better (because books usually are), but fashion is visual and this is... *pose* fabulous, darling.
It's not that i didn't like the book. No no.. I loved it. Especially Miranda, she's very well written. But this is an integration of a classic Boss From Hell tale and high-brow fashion, and in a novel, a Hermes scarf is a just a scarf and a Prada dress, is, sadly, just a dress.
Anyway, the characters might seem a little bit superficial with all that fuss with designer stuff. But i promise you, dig deeper and you'll find that the characters are wonderful, and their motivations are well... Motivating. That's why i love the book in the first place - really awesomely colourful main characters.
Like i said, the storyline by itself would be quite "blah" to watch and no one wants to watch 90mins of folks sashaying down 5th Avenue in Jimmy Choos and Hermes... But put a Boss From Hell and fashion together and it becomes so much fun.
My Poo and i decided that we love this movie.
Oh, by the way, the movie does not follow the book very closely at all. I'd say more, but i don't wanna be a total spoiler. =P
The Devil Wears Prada
