see my ding dongs!!
http://www.mkop.com.sg/Photo/June07/Breathless/Photo.html
I'm on a website's photo album!
I'm also deprived. =)
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
omg
This is totally evil. Of all days and for all things to happen, my computer has to go crashing down into hell?
OMG THIS IS TOTALLY BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD!!
How am I supposed to spend the remaining hours at home?
Sadly enough, I'm at some random cybercafe whiling my time away. Imagine, having to PAY for access to a computer. What nonsense is this?
Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers can they?
This is totally evil. Of all days and for all things to happen, my computer has to go crashing down into hell?
OMG THIS IS TOTALLY BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD!!
How am I supposed to spend the remaining hours at home?
Sadly enough, I'm at some random cybercafe whiling my time away. Imagine, having to PAY for access to a computer. What nonsense is this?
Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers can they?
away we drift
Again, I am struck by how different we have become. Our tastes, our behaviour, our reactions to each other, and even the people who are present.
Social circles have seemingly blurred, and what was once clearly kept apart seems to have melted together a little, just for that night.
There's you, perenially complaining of boredom. Why show your face for her if you're complaining you're bored to someone else? What is she then? A trophy display you can't communicate with?
There's us. Ha. We don't talk anymore. How did things become like that?
There's them. Hanger-ons, appearing because the atmosphere requires a shot of extra testosterone, if nothing else. Why don't you people have the guts to simply say you don't want to be there because it's simply a waste of your time?
Where does everyone truly stand for the moment? Again, the lines are greyed. There are those who are detached, and there are those who try hard to make the night fun (and for that they are truly appreciated). There are also those who don't want to be there but simply appear for the sake of the birthday girl.
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Why was I so annoyed that afternoon when Kit msged me to say that they were preparing finger food and calling Pizza (duly paid for by Mrs C)?
They didn't ask me that then, and if they had, I wouldn't have been able to answer. Instead, Kit apologised, and Suat persuaded me to bring my food anyway.
And I did. But it didn't feel like it meant anything anymore.
Is that why I got irritated? That the value of my contribution has been lessened because of the lack of effort on the part of others? That doesn't really seem like solid ground for any form of irritation does it?
That afternoon, I had just booked out, and straight after that rushed to the supermarket to get whatever I needed. Following that, I spent the next hour or two preparing and cooking, only to receive that message after everything was completed.
In that instant, I felt a flash of anger because it felt like I had worked harder than the rest, and for nothing. Why try so hard if all I needed to do was to fling a fish finger into the deep fryer? Or dial a couple of numbers for pizza? Why waste hours blending, chopping, boiling, and sweating?
Some don't eat spicy stuff.
Some feel there's nothing to eat it with ("But we bought baguettes!!")
There was so much food on the table anyway.
Maybe that's it.
Again, I am struck by how different we have become. Our tastes, our behaviour, our reactions to each other, and even the people who are present.
Social circles have seemingly blurred, and what was once clearly kept apart seems to have melted together a little, just for that night.
There's you, perenially complaining of boredom. Why show your face for her if you're complaining you're bored to someone else? What is she then? A trophy display you can't communicate with?
There's us. Ha. We don't talk anymore. How did things become like that?
There's them. Hanger-ons, appearing because the atmosphere requires a shot of extra testosterone, if nothing else. Why don't you people have the guts to simply say you don't want to be there because it's simply a waste of your time?
Where does everyone truly stand for the moment? Again, the lines are greyed. There are those who are detached, and there are those who try hard to make the night fun (and for that they are truly appreciated). There are also those who don't want to be there but simply appear for the sake of the birthday girl.
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Why was I so annoyed that afternoon when Kit msged me to say that they were preparing finger food and calling Pizza (duly paid for by Mrs C)?
They didn't ask me that then, and if they had, I wouldn't have been able to answer. Instead, Kit apologised, and Suat persuaded me to bring my food anyway.
And I did. But it didn't feel like it meant anything anymore.
Is that why I got irritated? That the value of my contribution has been lessened because of the lack of effort on the part of others? That doesn't really seem like solid ground for any form of irritation does it?
That afternoon, I had just booked out, and straight after that rushed to the supermarket to get whatever I needed. Following that, I spent the next hour or two preparing and cooking, only to receive that message after everything was completed.
In that instant, I felt a flash of anger because it felt like I had worked harder than the rest, and for nothing. Why try so hard if all I needed to do was to fling a fish finger into the deep fryer? Or dial a couple of numbers for pizza? Why waste hours blending, chopping, boiling, and sweating?
Some don't eat spicy stuff.
Some feel there's nothing to eat it with ("But we bought baguettes!!")
There was so much food on the table anyway.
Maybe that's it.
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