Thursday, August 31, 2006
I feel it
You know, there's something magical about the rain that makes me ponder. Maybe it's the coolness of the air, maybe it's the raindrops, maybe it's the warm & fuzzy feeling from the jacket I'm wearing. Walking down Orchard Road puts me in the Christmas mood. Can you make it come faster?You know, I like my job, but I'm not sure if I'll ever love it. Well, at least I have things to keep me busy these days. It's a weird sort of satisfaction, although I still don't seem to find that security which I had earlier expected. Funny thing is, lately, I've even found friendships in the most unlikely people. So ironic, considering how much I've been trying to shun them initially. Your sense of humour never fails to baffle me.
You know, something that Hady said struck me yesterday. Finding the balance between over-confidence and plain confidence is never easy. Where is the grey area that we all seek but can't seem to find? It feels good to be so sure of myself, but...sigh.
You know, it can feel lonely even though I'm surrounded by so many people. Sometimes, it's difficult to find the words to say. Talk is cheap, and it can be so hypocritical. Can I simply not talk to people when I don't want to? It just doesn't make sense.
You know, every morning, I walk pass an old lady selling tissue paper. My heart aches every time I see her, but yet I do nothing about it. I want to buy some tissue from her, but I fear that I'm doing it only to gratify my guilt. I fear that people will look at me when I stop for her. I fear that I'll be another two minutes late for work. I'm sorry for not loving you enough.
You know, I went to see the doc yesterday. My eye is still red. Pls make it go away...
You know, this week has been hectic. Not bad-hectic. It's weird-hectic. Filled with good moments, stressful moments, regretful moments, sad moments, fulfilling moments. While I was walking home yesterday, I thought about you, and I wondered where you were. I guess it turned out to be a good thing after all.
You know, I sat in the bus tonight, enjoying the cool evening breeze and listening to Garth Brooks on my mp3. And it was like, "Of course you know"...even though I wasn't talking to you, even though I didn't bother, even though I had other priorities.
And you know, I thank you for the reminder once again, just when a tear was forming in my eye. Thank you for giving me the desire to talk again. Thank you for making me feel your love.
Amen.
"When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
There's no doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet
There ain't nothin' that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
Make you happy make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love."
Posted by Jo at 11:37 PM
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Snoozy-whoozy
I have a confession. Every morning, my alarm clock is programmed to ring at 7.50am. And every morning, the moment I hear that hideous noise, I will reach out for my clock (with my eyes closed of course), grab the god-forsaken thing, search for the little snooze button at the side, and while pressing it down, say "snoozy-whoozy". Then, I will place the clock back in its original position and resume my sleep, at least for another ten precious minutes.Everybody has equal amounts of time. Some use it, some abuse it. I've always thought myself to be a good time manager. Hmmm...Now, I'm not so sure. Serve me right for sleeping my Sunday away when I should be doing my assignment. Serve me right for watching my overdue video tapes when I should be writing my article. Serve me right for not resisting a delectable buffet spread when I should be researching for MPM's input session. It's the snowball effect, they call it. The longer you delay, the bigger the ball gets. The snowball that is.
And to think that I used to detest people like that. Pui. I ought to be ashamed of myself...but I'm not, because times like these made me realised that while I may not have good time management skills, I sure am a fast worker.
Snoozy-whoozy anyone?
Posted by Jo at 4:31 PM
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Whose line?
This is an extract of an MSN conversation with Gab. It's a bit long but if you have time, this should entertain you. Ha...Joo. says: So how's things with Mary*? No updates?
sPooNie says: why dun you ask me questions, i answer you.
Joo. says: erhm...ok…u still like her right?
sPooNie says: yes
Joo. says: she still likes u?
sPooNie says: yes
Joo. says: how u know?
sPooNie says: cos we still talk everyday
Joo. says: cool...every night?
sPooNie says: almost.. for about 45 mins to an hour
Joo. says: so when r u intending to make it official?
sPooNie says: do i need to set a date on this?
Joo. says: why not?
sPooNie says: let it come naturally lor..
Joo. says: will it be happening soon?
sPooNie says: eh this is like playing whose line is it anyway. Hahaha
(*ting* - Bulb lights up)
Round 1
sPooNie says: would you want it to happen soon?
Joo. says: is it up to me to decide?
sPooNie says: would it matter if it's sooner or later?
Joo. says: how would i know?
(5 minutes goes by...)
Joo. says: orh...time's up...u lose..
sPooNie says: sorry lah.. i on the phone
sPooNie says: not fair
sPooNie says: shit..
sPooNie says: restart..
sPooNie says: ok, i give it to you 1-0
Round 2
Joo. says: u think u can beat me?
sPooNie says: you think i can't?
Joo. says: i wouldn't lie to u, would i?
sPooNie says: why would you lie to me?
sPooNie says: 5
sPooNie says: 4
sPooNie says: 3
Joo. says: Why r u out of point?
Joo. says:...u're an idiot u know?
sPooNie says: Do you really think so?
Joo. says: why don't u tell me?
sPooNie says: Would i judge myself?
Joo. says: weren't we talking about Mary?
sPooNie says: about when should i make it official?
Joo. says: so what's your answer?
sPooNie says: when will A level finish?
Joo. says: end of nov right?
sPooNie says: Wouldn't that time be appropriate then?
Joo. says: so is that your answer?
sPooNie says: How would i know?
Joo. says: Aren't u the one dating her?
Joo. says: u expecting her to ask u?
Joo. says: (double combo)
sPooNie says: why does every one want me to make it official?
Joo. says: who else is asking u to make it official?
Joo. says: anyway, i thought everyone is just asking out of curiosity?
Joo. says: (another double combo. muahaha..)
sPooNie says: Why would they be so curious?
sPooNie says: Don't i have my own life?
Joo. says: can u blame singaporeans for being naturally kaypoh?
sPooNie says: Can i blame God for that?
Joo. says: u want to try?
sPooNie says: what do u think he would say?
Joo. says: u think He'll ask u to solve your own problems?
sPooNie says: do you believe he would be there?
Joo. says: are u doubting his presence??
sPooNie says: would i dare to?
Joo. says: what has this got to do with Mary?
Joo. says: why are u always out of point?
sPooNie says: why can't i deviate?
sPooNie says: why can't i just leave Mary to God?
Joo. says: u want her to join the nuns?
sPooNie says: are u crazy?
Joo. says: isn't that what u said?
sPooNie says: do u think u have misunderstood?
Joo. says: do u think so?
sPooNie says: could i leave the date of making it official with Mary to God?
Joo. says: how are u gonna do that?
sPooNie says: Dun you believe he has a plan?
sPooNie says: dun u have faith?
sPooNie says:Why u think the faster we get together the better?
sPooNie says: (triple)
Joo. says: what is his plan for you?
Joo. says: who said the faster the better?
Joo. says: what has this gotta do with faith???
Joo. says: (back at you...)
sPooNie says: what’s the point of scoring so many points?
Joo. says: isn't this game fun?
sPooNie says: the points dun really matter rite
Joo. says: who's keeping scores?
sPooNie says: isn't that what Drew Carey alwiz says?
sPooNie says: let's get back to Mary shall we?
Joo. says: where were we?
sPooNie says: do u think i should ask?
Joo. says: u think I'm God now?
sPooNie says: doesn't he speak thru people?
sPooNie says: aren't u his instrument?
Joo. says: what makes u think he's speaking thru me?
Joo. says: can i go to the toilet?
sPooNie says: will u come back fast?
Joo. says: that doesn't mean i lose the game right?
sPooNie says: can u just let me win?
Joo. says: how about no?
sPooNie says: i tot u say u want to go toilet?
Joo. says: how do i go to the toilet without losing the game?
sPooNie says: would losing this game be more impt than going to the toilet?
Joo. says: depends on who's playing the game right?
Joo. says: are u running out of things to say??
Joo. says: trying to make me lose??
sPooNie says: so u want to beat me?
Joo. says: don't u think i'm far from losing?
Joo. says: why don't u give up???
sPooNie says: why not u?
sPooNie says: who needs the loo?
Joo. says: don't u need the loo?
Joo. says: don't u have phonecalls to make?
Joo. says: isn't your boss calling you?
sPooNie says: wouldn't i tell you if i needed to go?
Joo. says: are u afraid of losing?
sPooNie says: do u think it really is impt to me?
Joo. says: do u know that if i win now, i'll be the overall winner?
sPooNie says: who cares?
Joo. says: can u stand letting me win?
sPooNie says: would you stand not going to the toilet?
sPooNie says: you need diapers?
Joo. says: do u think i'm a wimp?
sPooNie says: do u really want me to answer that?
Joo. says: why don't u try?
sPooNie says: why did i guess u'd make me?
Joo. says: so why don't u say it?
sPooNie says: how do u want me to put it?
Joo. says: isn't it just a simple yes or no?
sPooNie says: isn't this game about questions?
sPooNie says: why dun u say yes?
Joo. says: do u think i'm stupid?
sPooNie says: would u like to find out?
Joo. says: would u like to enlighten me?
Joo. says: 5
Joo. says: 4
Joo. says: 3
Joo. says: 2
sPooNie says: who's cheating?
sPooNie says: why count down so fast?
Joo. says: do i look like a cheater?
sPooNie says: is the bladder about to burst?
Joo. says: why should i tell u?
sPooNie says: u want to win?
Joo. says: isn't it sweet to beat u?
sPooNie says: isn't it cool to pee in your pants/skirts?
Joo. says: would u like to try?
Joo. says: 5
Joo. says: 4
Joo. says: 3
Joo. says: 2
sPooNie says: who’s the loser?
Joo. says: is it u?
sPooNie says: u want me to count down fast?
sPooNie says: 5
sPooNie says: 4
sPooNie says: 3
sPooNie says: 2
sPooNie says: 1
sPooNie says: 0
sPooNie says: i won.. didn't i?
sPooNie says: should i let u go now?
sPooNie says: 1-1
Joo. says: aren't u a punk?
sPooNie says: why dun u admit defeat and visit the loo?
Joo. says: fine, i'm just letting u win so that i can go to the loo
Round 3
Joo. says: can i post this whole conversation on my blog?
Joo. says: don't u think it sounds funny?
sPooNie says: are you hook to the game already?
Joo. says: what if i can't stop asking questions?
sPooNie says: would u blame me?
Joo. says: but r u ok with the Mary contents?
sPooNie says: can u edit it?
Joo. says: and replace her name?
sPooNie says: wouldn't u think my privacy should be protected?
Joo. says: so can i change Mary's name to something else and post this on my blog?
sPooNie says: u may..
Joo. says: orh....
Joo. says: u lose!!!
sPooNie says: oops...
Final score: 2 - 1.
*Name has been changed.
Posted by Jo at 8:56 PM
Monday, August 21, 2006
My first chocolate-coated strawberry
The beginning of a dream...
Not the mag, silly! Click HERE.
Posted by Jo at 10:19 PM
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
I love dad
It has been yet another bad day for me. Like hello, where have all the good days gone? Vacation or something? Anyway, I'm not here to whine. I'm here to share the little good that the day has brought. Thank God for dads...for the love they exude, for the humour they bring, whether intentionally or unknowingly.My brother has a habit of rummaging through the kitchen and eating everything in his way. That includes an innocent box of Honey Stars which I've been eating sparingly but religiously every night...until three nights ago, I discovered that it was gone, as usual, into my bro's tummy. And as usual, I'll be grumbling about how he is such a pig. And as usual, my dad saves the day. Yesterday, he bought us not one, but two boxes of Honey Stars, well, not because he was trying to please both of us. He happened to see the 2nd box at Shop & Save for a cheaper price and ended up buying it out of annoyance for the more expensive box number 1.
There is a pasar malam across the road from my house. Since yesterday, I've been having a craving for a cup of corn. Over dinner, I mentioned it briefly. And when I came out of my bathroom after dinner, *ting*...there it is, a cup of warm buttered corn, waiting for me.
My parents have designated household duties. One of my dad's roles is to prepare breakfast for me every day. Today, I had bread and egg. Nothing unusual, except that when I took my first bite in the office, it tasted sweet. But nonetheless, nice. So when I got home, I casually commented that the egg was sweet today, and that's when my dad confessed that he accidentally added sugar in it...
Hmmm...See, my day isn't so bad after all. Ok, now back to my work. *double sigh*
Posted by Jo at 11:24 PM
Monday, August 14, 2006
"The drugs don't work...
...they just make you worse..."Grumpy frumpy day - Never mess with a lady who has a major ulcer on the tongue (named Michelle), muscle cramps in the abdomen region, and lack of sleep because she drank a bottle of Brands the night before. It doesn't help that today is Monday. Somebody save me.
Crossing the T and dotting the I - Seriously, does it really matter if it's spelled "Emphasizes" or "Emphasises"? Well, technically and anal-ly, it does. Personally, I think it should be "Emphasizes", regardless of whether it's American or British. But if the Cambridge dictionary says that there's no such thing as "Emphasises", how could you still doubt the technicalities of the language? Ggrrhh.
Dear God.....................Amen.
Posted by Jo at 1:33 PM
Friday, August 04, 2006
Camps
To be completely honest, I dread going for camps.I hate saying my tearful goodbyes to my room. I hate the long journey to the campsite (Somehow, it's always located at the other end of S'pore). I hate the feel of the dirt under my feet. I hate the perpetual oil that's plastered on my face (and the pimples that subsequently follow). I hate the filthy toilets that's chocked up with everyone's hair. I hate sitting on the hard floor which makes my butt ache. I hate having to sleep at absurd hours and waking up ridiculously early the next morning. I hate the fact that I don't eat or drink enough. I hate the thought of carrying a heavy bag to and fro. I hate unpacking my stuff when all I want to do after I return is to have a good sleep.
Ok, hmmm, I feel much better now. I just had to share my grievances. Will be away at MPM retreat this weekend. Yipee, can't wait!...Ya right.
Posted by Jo at 5:42 PM
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
A synopsis - Code Black
Disclaimer: Read at your own risk! Ending of the previous 2 episodes of Grey’s anatomy will be revealed.
(Left to right) Dr Webber, Cristina, Dr Shepherd, Meredith,
Izzie, Dr Bailey, Dr Burke, George.
An injured man arrives in the O.R. with an unexploded bomb in his body. The only thing that keeps it from blowing is the hand of a paramedic who is holding onto the wound to stop the man from bleeding to death. Dr Burke declares a "Code Black" in the hospital. The bomb squad was called in and everyone was ordered to evacuate, all except Dr Shepherd’s team, who refuses to leave in the middle of a critical brain surgery. The patient is Dr Bailey’s husband, who met into a car accident while rushing to the hospital for their baby’s birth. Dr Bailey is in labour but upon hearing about her husband’s condition, she wants to postpone the birth of her child until the next day. Unfortunately, if she holds the baby in any longer, both of them could be in grave danger. Feeling like she’s only a "looker", Izzie decides to be a "doer" and a "doer" she becomes when she and Alex create some heat in the secluded storeroom.
In a moment of fear, the paramedic pulls her hand out of the body but thankfully, Meredith was standing beside her and puts her hand inside the body to stop the bomb from exploding. As if things were not bad enough, they discover that the O.R. is on top of the main oxygen supply for the hospital, which means that the whole building will blow if the bomb explodes. So with her hand stuck in the body, Meredith, together with the bomb squad, has to make their way to a safer room. She bumps into Cristina along the walkway. Cristina then told her that Dr Burke confessed his love to her the night before. Meanwhile, Dr Webber, the chief of the hospital, suffers from a heart attack.
(Ok, we’re reaching the end soon. I’m not too bad a synopsis writer huh? Hee…Read on, there’s something extra.)
George, of all people, manages to convince Dr Bailey to give birth despite her fears and pains of possibly losing her husband. In the other room, Dr Shepherd finishes the brain surgery successfully. Meredith manages to pull her hand and the bomb, out of the body, and passes it to the bomb squad.
After all the drama, the day ends with a conversation between Meredith and her ex-boyfriend Dr Shepherd, who tells her that he’s glad she’s ok. Meredith then told him that she was thinking about him the whole day and she couldn’t remember when their last kiss was. Dr Shepherd proceeds to recount the incident. He then wishes her a good night and leaves her.
Alternate ending 1
…The day ends with a conversation between Meredith and her ex-boyfriend Dr Shepherd, who tells her that he’s glad she’s ok. Meredith then told him that she was thinking about him the whole day and she couldn’t remember when their last kiss was. Dr Shepherd proceeds to recount the incident. He then wishes her a good night, leans forward to ‘refresh’ her memory and tells her that he never wants her to forget about his kisses again. The next day, he divorces his wife.
Alternate ending 2
…So with her hand stuck in the body, Meredith, together with the bomb squad, has to make their way to a safer room. She bumps into Cristina along the walkway. Cristina then told her that Dr Burke confessed his love to her the night before. In a typically bimbotic moment, she removes her hand from the body, out of happiness for her dear friend, and before she could congratulate her, the bomb explores, killing both Meredith, Cristina and the cute bomb squad dude.
Alternate ending 3
…George, of all people, manages to convince Dr Bailey to give birth despite her fears and pains of possibly losing her husband. In the other room, Dr Shepherd screws up the brain surgery, killing Dr Bailey’s husband. In a weird twist of events, George volunteers to be the father of the child, and he and Dr Bailey lived happily ever after.
