till we go.

in light of recent events, i would like to address the issue of freedom of speech today. unlike my usual style of attacking no topic in particular while blogging, a particular occurrence has, along with pissing me off royally, has highlighted the narrowness of mind in number of people.

if a promotional poster is posted on facebook, an open social network, on the internet, which is a free-for-all media platform, do i as a passerby not have the right to comment on it as i please?


for example:
is it just me or is the girl standing there damn extra?

the response, which i will not go into, was completely unwarranted. but like, she bloody is, isn't she? without any malicious intent whatsoever, i'm basically saying that the appearance of this very pretty young lady is well, redundant as she serves no purpose at all. essentially, i'm not saying that the effort put into this little project was inadequate, more of the commenting on the overall inefficiency of the poster.

constructive criticism, learn to embrace it bro.

moving on, i have learned that nyancat, the internet phenomenon of yesteryear, is actually a pop tart slash cat that shits rainbows. not that's this is breaking news to anyone but me, of course. regardless, it just strikes me how shit as irrelevant and logic defying can ever become such a hit. of course the cat wasn't alone. it had the likes of rebecca black, aaron tan, steven lim and hosehbo for company.

le sigh.

never fails to amaze me, pop culture. how the most inane, vapid things can be a overnight sensation while things that are actually note worthy go unnoticed.

ola, world!

perfect for the too-hot morning. not that i would know, i was still asleep then.

speaking of, had the most incredible dream last night. must have been that episode of MISFITS that i fell asleep to. really, the most erotic thoughts pop out of bloody no where. have been enjoying myself tremendously with the abovementioned series, and credit should be given to KIM P and my baby sister, both of whom share the responsibility of introducing me to a brand new addiction. but i digress.

zee, this is for you. <3

this house.

warmth, do you too choose
to elude me?
perhaps, in my delusion
that one should never
fear loneliness
i am alone.

in that case, i am incensed
by your outright mockery.
do you not know what this does to me?

tonight, like every other
i stayed up awaiting your return
and as always,
amongst lit candles, in high heels and perfume,
i remembered that you never once disappointed in keeping away.

no more of this, please
i choose to rid myself of this want.
maybe in solitude,
i'd find myself much safer
wrapped in the certainty of it's presence.

cloches de mariage!

the very very handsome ryan and his gorgeous bride, rachel! t'was a lovely, glamorous event that was enhanced by the incredible company. and by that i mean the whole telco division at st andrew's.


so saturday saw me all decked out in what sheri has decided to dub "the slutty chinese outfit". i for one, see nothing slutty about it. if anything, it's CLASSY, thanks very much. but that's just my opinion of course.


on another note, the boy and i were set to match, like every other cheezy, cliched couple effort. worked for us though hahaa. took a number of photos and i think they turned out quite well. for your viewing pleasure:

with jerry, the boss-man.

totally gatecrashing their team shot.

the men of zyfe.

drunks of the round table.

during the course of the night, watched the tear-jearking montage of the wedding couple's earlier years. the adorable photos brought to mind the numerous weddings i have attended in the past, how they are always more or less similar. while i've always envisioned that i'd age gracefully and alone, i kind of pictured that should i ever get married, it would be something a little less like the traditional singaporean chinese wedding.

hence the little outburst of laughter when i remembered cheng's slightly racist joke. as the boyfriend is malay (void decks apparently being the favored location for a wedding), and i am chinese (hotel ballrooms being ours), in the event of a proposal, cheng predicts we reach the compromise of being wed in a hotel lobby.

amusing, but no.

the food was alright, even though i got chided for indulging in ngoh hiang, a traditional chinese meat roll that includes pork. most of my meal consisted of alcohol, which any member of my family would tell you, is pretty much the norm. cigarette breaks also served to break up the session of pure gluttony, which is good.

should the boyfriend and i progress to that stage in our relationship, i'm going to make a terrible muslim.

ahh well, another worry for another day. most importantly,

dayum we look good together.

with words.

hello all, it's been awhile. also, forgive the odd hour. have a bit too much on my mind to go to bed and drift off to a fitful few hours, hence my presence here. and when i'm here at this ungodly hour, we all know a rant is in order.

first off, the job front isn't looking too good. while sales and marketing has always been a passion i always envisioned myself pursuing long-term, i really don't see how it's going anyfuckingwhere at the present moment.

which is driving me absolutely INSANE.

to begin with, as i have explained to my very patient seniors, i do not understand why i'm not doing as well as we all hoped here. i'm smart, eloquent, decent looking and i have a knack for getting strangers to like me. why i'm not highrolling is utterly beyond my comprehension. aforementioned seniors have chided me, saying it's not always what you say, but how you say it. i completely agree, perhaps it's my delivery of the message that's a problem. but it really shouldn't be THIS hard to rectify, should it?

mon dieu.

second, things at home are getting crazy and yes, boys and girls, another stretch away from home is in the making. so see, it's perfectly understandable that i'm feeling uptight and snappy, no? apart from the obvious deprivation of funds to support my needs and wants, comes the never ending migraine called rent.

as if that's not enough, singtel has been being a cunt and my phone bills have, for some unknown reason, decided to sky rocket.

problems are easy to fix on a short term front, but in the long run, the solutions themselves are bound to affect me negatively as well. so here's the dilemma, the fast fix, or the highway to hell? because let's face it, i'm going there either way.

through this all, i have to say there has been one last remaining comfort i have to lean on. the boyfriend has been incredibly supportive and is steadfastly determined to keep me happy and safe. so in his case, recognition is due and is now rightfully given.

"it's not about how you feel about him,

it's how he makes you feel about yourself that matters most."

and i've said, you make me want to be a better person. thank you baby, for things you don't even know you do that change me.
iloveyou.