its comingggg

oh my goodness.

the year's ending in a couple of hours and im home fishville-ing. what the hell is wrong with me. so i went for the happy hour lounge at swissotel with the cousins. i absolutely love the foooooood. urghhh, its funny how we troop down everytime someone's staying at the swiss and feast on it endlessly. its become almost a ngoi tradition. haha.

so anyhow. we're waiting for the mother to come home so i can finally drag my lazy ass out of the house. its been such a long day. i need sleep badly. phuket was great, in a strange kind of way. its a long story. but now that im back, i have a list of parties to attend while i fight off the lazedisease. i dont even know where robert is. grr.

cant wait for 2010. 2009 was...dreadful. 4 more hours!

i need an update soon!

ive been meaning to update for a really long time now. but because of the state of my room, the mess that it is in, i cannot quite reach for my keyboard. minus the boob space allowance and the short arm variables, it has become physcially challenging to type.

but gloria! youve got a wireless keyboard. now, who are you trying to kid. haha, honestly, that didnt quite occur to me till a few minutes ago. now im sitting 2 metres away from the screen, admist the piles of junk and im squinting my brains out to see what im typing.

so im back from cambodia. loads to talk about but i shall leave that for another day, or another post at least. its gonna be a busy busy week before i head off to phuket this christmas. speaking of which, it hardly even feels like christmas this year. sigh. i used to rav about christmas by the end of oct. age really does make you cynical and cold. that aint cool at all.

even parties this year seemed to have shifted off priority. least to say christmas presents. sigh, its tradition is dying a tragic death. i should, at the very least still send out christmas cards, or write them. i should. thats the least i could do perhaps.

im feeling sleepy even though i slept the entire day away. dinner with christine and her dad and uncle tony and the brazalian family was too good. its making me sluggish. ah here we go again, blame everyone/thing else. hurhur. laters. i need to keep awake. ive got a 3hour movie to catch.

fishville addict

this is terrible. i'm such an addict. i even have a fish named Loo. hahaha.

rainbow scuba

so i was right!

he is gay! english gay guy who speaks with a lisps. rainbow scuba, thats what its called, proudly displaying the gay flag along with the many other dive photos and underwater kissing shots. the only dive brochure ive ever seen with just 1 girl in a 10s of thousands of other pictures in it.

there. knock yourself out.

i wonder if you actually do it underwater like that picture on the left of the logo, how long would your tank last?

eh, excuse me

well done gloria.

so i managed to finally talk to my new neighbour after 2hours. and i used the most underhand method of all time. i think thats what guys with no better pickup lines like to use, "excuse me, whats the time?" i'm better than that i reckon. i asked him to babysit my things while i used to bathroom. hurhur.

so there. ice broken. conversation made. my job is done.

adam's from england, going back home for christmas but is an instructor in koh samui. and has been there for the past 7 years! hahaha. awesomeness. i should ask for his contact and look him up when i go over to koh samui. which i shall. then again, i was thinking of making 2010 a year dedicated to sulawesi. haha, theres just tooo many places to go to!

alright, back to shepherd's pie. yay! its 1130am! 4 more hours!

starbucks

oh grr.

i just typed a post and in it, i was praising starbucks for having such wonderful wireless connection and now it fails mee?!?!? i just lost my previous entry :( this sucks.

so ive moved to starbucks. i've had approximately 2 coffees, a cup of tea and 2 hours of nap time in my corner since ive moved over. i kinda need to pee from all that. ooh, how i love the ringgit. makes me feel powerful and superior. haha.

loo is either gonna love my endless outburst of enthusiasm or she is gonna dread my incapability to stop whacking/irritating her because of my hyperactivity. we'll see.

i need to pee.

i've been observing this angmoh sitting just next to me for the past 2 hours or so, or the moments that i've been awake. and he's carrying a ralftech documents bag! so i instaneously branded him as a diver. in my response, i whipped out the copy of asian diver mag i have in my bag and i'm begging he strikes up a conversation with me just to kill my boredom. haha, i'm such a loser. i should just go talk to him. but he seems to be as busy as me, typing away on his netbook. maybe he's blogging too.. gasp! about the girl next to him with the copy of the asian diver so he tried to make his ralftech a lot more prominent to prove a point of association. hahahahha. i'm such a loser.

alright. pee time. i should go over and ask him to babysit my netbook or something. what if he steals my magazine! i'm not done yet.

speaking of which, i was going thru some pictures in the mag and they featured bits of cambodia. i'm like..oh shit. what if i find some really odd creature that i HAVEEEE to shoot when i'm there?? but judging from what loo said, i didnt bring my underwater casing just so that my baggage will be under 7kg so i could save myself the hassle of getting it checked in. gah! but i love shit dives! :( boo. this is gonna suck.

well.. we'll see. i need to pee bad. no pee and brain will malfunction. i think i'm gonna blog 8327 times today. haha, we'll see. i'm getting headachey. i should have just flown to Siem Reap directly. rather than do what im doing. ive got a 6hour bus ride to deal with tonight. loo's not gonna love me very much tonight. i havent slept proper for the past 2 days. good luck to her.

airport woes

oh my goodness.

this isnt even funny anymore. i've got houseflies surrounding me like some mob squad. urgh!

i'm sitting at old town white coffee, thought i've found the perfect place to hibernate while i waste 8hours of my life sitting here at KL's budget airport. but noooo, the flies had to move in along with me. i've had flies landing on my lips, my eyes, urgh! my fingers while i type. i've been using the menu as a fly swatter. and have been keeping my hood on just in case they fly into or out of my ears like the guy in the movie, case39.

at least the coffee was good. i should have saved my $7 on macs this morning and feast on cheap junk in KL rather than have to put myself thru a lonesome nostalgic macgaddies breakfast. everyones looking at me funny.................

anyway.

the ride here wasnt even great. all i remembered was the pilot saying the flight is 36mins long. i was supposed to sit at the window seat. so i'd catch the sunrise and i'd have a wall to lean on. but nooo, got to my sit after freaking out when they did a last call. didnt realise i was that deeply rooted to my seat watching the deadliest catch on discovery. i must say they've done up the inside area of the budget terminal much better than i last saw it. as i was saying, my seat was taken up by some olddd frail grandma. i smiled, tried to be as nice as i possibly could master at 6am in the morning and tried not to scream. her daughter or whoever she was with asked if she could sit inside because she 'liked' it. wah lao. then choose your seats next time la..you neh neh. i could have been an ass. i really could have, i even wanted to go down the line of, hey! aisle seats are better because its nearer the toilet, you old incontinence grandma. then i figured, the flights only 36mins long. its not gonna work. so fine, i'll make do. this could possibly be the last time

shes on a plane anyway. breathe gloria breathe.

so i leaned to the side since the chairs were so unaturally upright. was actually getting a little comfortable till i kept getting jostled from the side. then i realised that the stewardess beside me had her hips in my face the entire time bumping into me ever so often while demostrating her lifesaving skills. wth. i need my sleep.

i dont remember much. i crashed. like really crashed. but the view after i popped out of the plane was worth it. imagine if i had my window seat, it would have been wayyy better. owell. make do. grandma, you better be appreciative.

that sex in the city moment

maybe ive been watching a tad too much tv lately. sex in the city to be specific. but you cannot deny sarah jessica parker. or the guy that she was dating. nope. virtually impossible. its almost a moral sin! but before i go down that track of endless debate, ive been having sparks of random lightbulb moments the past few weeks. exactly in a way that if i could immediate switch scenes like they do on tv, i''ll be in front of a laptop furiously typing away. i should write more, really. and maybe going away might just stir that up in me somehow.

so i'm sitting here at the budget terminal. not entirely stolked about the fact that i'm leaving in 45mins. maybe the trip was a little too abrupt. or maybe im just not feeling it yet. like when we were in Manila for the hat tournament 2 years back and bapok and i kept lamenting about how it still felt very singapore. maybe i just need to see some vast open fields and poverty or immerse myself in the endless beauty of Gods creation then will i start to sense the difference.

its come to a point where it feels weird sitting out at some unearthly hour of the night having a McMuffin alone. its depressing. Macs at 5am is nostalgic and will work its strange effect on me whether i'd like it to or not. speaking of which, the hash brown is still staring funny at me. i'm quite tempted to hand it out to the bunch of wailing kids next to me.

i should go in before i get distracted with shopping inside again and end of missing my flight. and NO! for the record, that wasnt the reason why we missed our flight to Manado the previous time around. or the time where i arrived 7mins before the flight departed on my way to KK. hurhur, my travel stories are endless. i've already had huge issues with Tiger airways last night and i must remember to write in to scream about it. the body and brain refused to budge when i was at the counter this morning though the planned attack and ammunition was all laid neatly out in front of me to fire away. lets do this the formal way. lets see what happens, lets see what this trip will bring forth.

just so you'd know, this is the first trip ever i'm buying travel insurance. haha. here goes, gloria!

Jamia Simone Nash

i've been stalking this girl all week. she's sooo talented. if only i had a voice that was half as good as hers. i'm just praying that the angels in heaven are as soulful as her, if not, i really cannot imagine listening to hallelujahs, pavarotti styled, till eternity. i think i've watched almost every video of hers in youtube. and i didnt think this was much, compared to the one where she sang "who's loving you", until she hit the 2.45min part. you have to watch it. she's absolutely amazing..... somebody peel my jaw off the ground please....

closet workoholic

so i havent written in a while. i've had truckloads full of thought processes that were weaving in and out of my head the past couple of weeks but i didnt pen it down. have i been that busy? hardly.

its the time of the year where people meet up and catch up. and though i've been sneakily arranging christmas parties way earlier than its supposed to be, because i'll be running off to phuket during that period, it has been working out well, one way or another. in a weird kind of way i suppose.

and amidst the hip hoorays of parties, i've also planned out my annual BAR trip. ditch the stereotypical meaning of that word and let it revolve around the terms of a Book And Run trip instead. haha. i had Laos last year, let me run off to cambodia this year. and as much as i've been banished and brutally skewered through my ass for deciding to go, it's one of those must haves to end the year with. its been a rollycoasty year and i need my time to run.

i know ive been saying over and over that i need my time off. i think it has come down to crunch time and i really need to decide whether i'm going to look for a job or not. urgh, the intensity of it all. ive always been such a loser at choosing/deciding. kevin can stand to testify. we were just at a sushi bar last night and he just had to point out that conveyor belts werent made for the undecided after laughing his brains out at how i keep missing the dish over and over.

decide gloria decide.

i've never quite comprehended why it is so difficult for me to choose something. maybe God left that out during the planning stages of making a gloria. i sure hope he compensated for it. maybe thats why i'm such a retard sometimes. who knows really.

but i've got so much on my platter, apart from the sushi and sashimis. i've got so much more i want to do and i do know full well that if i get a job, all these dead sea scrolls of to-do lists will vanish and wash away with the mulititude of new things that will distract me. that i know for certain, that much i understand about myself at the very least.

so we talked about it over dinner last night and we came down to the conclusion that hey, maybe i am quite a workoholic. especially so when i love what i do. and i always love the jobs that i am in, if not i wouldnt be in it in the first place. whether it makes sense or not, i'd always choose what appeals, and not what pays more. sad but true. the practicality of the situation never wins me over somehow. haha. but everyone knows what a bummer gloria is. how lazy she can get. then...*Gasp! i think i've got it! i am a closet workoholic! and as much as i scream about getting out of this cubicle nation, i am one too! so subjecting myself back into a box, to drift along the politics and pantry coffee.. i'm not quite ready to that just yet. but i must say i would love to try working in an ad agency. maybe in an ad agency without work cubicles. it's hard to be creative and think out of the box when you work in one.

argh!

see, i was right! as much as i've typed in furious lamentations about being convinced of not having a typical job, i end up dreamily gazing at the thought of being in one. the irony of it all. somebody help me.

christmas is coming!

what a pity. i was just watching and rewatching this video and i just realised that the handbelling's fake. :( i remember how i loved watching the handbell choir back in school and this video did strike that familiar chord but bleah. out. its a no go now..its a fake-o.. :(