I already deleted them. Opps. :)

Save your efforts honey. I don't have the time or energy to go into some silly spit-fire fight with you over something as unintelligent and obtuse as this. Unlike you, I have better things to do. Were you trying to prove something or were you doing that to every blog you came across?

I'm going to forgive you because first of all, I'm a kind hearted soul who is fortunately very forgiving (though not tolerant, mind the difference) towards stupidity (or idiosyncrasy, if you prefer). Secondly, I'm in a good mood. And thirdly, I'm having a pretty busy day (lucky you, else I would be checking you up right now and sending every single kind of PC viruses I know your way - that, or curses. I'll even let you take your pick).

Right. I have to get back to my life. You too, kid. And be good.



Whoah. One entire post wholly dedicated to you. It must be your lucky day.

Is anybody still reading this space? If so, say AYE!

I'm in the mood for venting and in the mood to write, so bear with me here. This has got absolutely nothing to do with my post at Flutterflies. It all seems too public over there to spell out honestly what I need and have to say.

I was reading S's girlfriend's journal and I got quite incensed. I wouldn't have had that reaction if S hadn't SMS me about the same subject just yesterday evening. He asked why didn't we ask him along when we headed out for dinner with the local gang last week. Alright. Tell me. What kind of question is that? How does one respond to a question like that?

I hated explaining myself but being the nice person I was, I simply told him I didn't organize that dinner and besides, we assumed he wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend (on a joking note). He replied: "Come on, don't make excuses! You could've just called!!" The cheek of him! Know what? I love you S, but this?! Is so unlike you!!! I was hoping you or your lovely girlfriend will never get to read this, but if you did (which I kind of wished you do), I guess destiny arranged it (pun intended). I've always hated myself for being the wimp I am, always keeping stuff like that to myself when all I wanted to do was lash out and defend myself. So here, enjoy my lashing while you can cause I might not make the effort to do it again!

You hadn't called, SMS, instant messaged once since you got attached. Did you know I started work? Did you know I was sick last week? Did you know ST got attached and I'm heartbroken? Did you know my gramma got admitted to hospital? Did you know I actually got a tattoo? (Er...kidding) No. You don't know anything so don't you dare complain about me not caring enough to ask you out for dinner because you don't know anything important about me anymore either. Simply because you weren't concerned enough to ask, I would assume.

I admit. I got tired of asking you out and you replying: Can my girlfriend come? Well, f*cking NO! I'm tired of having dinner with couples. You're the one I wanted to see, to talk to, not "you and your girlfriend". So no. Your girlfriend can't come. I'm sorry. If you insist on it (with excuses like "but I see her only blah blah minutes and blah blah seconds a week") then hey, you lovebirds can spend time together, without me. I won't stand in your way.

You and P are doing the same thing to me. And I'm so sick and tired of it. Know what? You can ask me out when you're ready to not have your girlfriend/boyfriend tagging along. Till then you’re staying out of my way and I'm staying out of yours. Pronto.

I'm bitter. And selfish. And unreasonable. And childish. So what? I'm entitled to being all that! I am!

UUURGGHH!!!

By the way, if you're this Alan-something who has been calling my hand phone all week, I'm still not answering your calls simply because I don't want to. I don't know you and I don't want to know you and most definately don't want to talk to you. So hey, do us both a favor and f*ck off. (Pardon the swearing)

Yeh. That's all I wanted to say. Back to work now!

VISIT my new blog at www.flutter-flies.blogspot.com today!!!!

Nope, I'm still gonna update this blog cause it's a revuge for me when I wanna talk bad about my friends. *Sniggers*

Sigh. I think i'm coming down with something.

Remember to tagboard me when any of u guys come onboard. :D

O, and Hayley, my email is greensoups@yahoo.com.sg. Sorry for the late reply. :S Btw, I'm so envious of you going India!!!!!

I am (temporary) employed!!! Yay! I'm now working at CPF as a call centre customer service officer - sounds important doesn't it? - until the beginning of December. Pretty cool I must say. I love the people and the way things operate here. *Grin* But there're some pretty absurd callers. Like this guy who called up two days ago. I think he's some China guy. Ok, first off, I must say I've got NOTHING against anyone from China whatsoever since, yeh, my gramma did come from China (not the point), but this guy is such an annoying stuck up sonofabish! The second I picked up the call he started shooting off about how our CPF letters have got a million mistakes in our Chinese paragraph. Then, he started asking me absurd questions testing my Mandarin! @_@ The cheek of him! So my mandarin isn't all that great, sue me!! I wished so badly I could slide through the telephone lines and let the dickhead have a taste of my fists! Anyway I patiently let him go on for another 10 minutes (entertaining him by grunting at times) before "muting" him and let him talk to himself since he apparantly appreciate his Chinese more than I did.

I really can't stand people like that. You call up a hotline and talk nicely. So there might be some mistakes in the letter. Big, bad deal! Don't have to get all aggressive and rude and so bloody crude like someone ate your pet dog! Dammit! Oh, and he sounded kinda proud. He definately didn't call up just to feed back, but to show off his powerful mandarin!

Anyway, I very nicely suggested to him it would be a better idea for him to write in instead so that he could correct us more specifically (mostly because I have no idea what he was babbling about, all the 'cheem' chinese words and all) and he snapped back saying he don't want to have to waste the time doing something that stupid and he really cannot be bothered. Er...ok, so the point of you calling is what again?!

It's kinda funny now that I think of that particular call which finally dragged on for another 20 mins or so before he hung up on himself. But damn, I wished I had said something very sarcastically smart to snub him back, like: "Try correcting the English, Tamil and Malay paragraphs as well next time!! Arsehole!!" Yeh. That sounds fine.

I've been SO obsessed with this korean drama called "Beautiful Days". It's super weepy, emotional and very very touching. *Sobs* The thought of it still makes me want to weep.

This guy above is the dandy Lee Byung Hun, however you pronounce that. He is so sweet in the drama that it's almost impossible not to fall in love with him. Sigh... He is the guy who's always in a black suit and does not ever smile, with the perfect hair and piercing eyes. But there's always something enigmatic about a guy like that, isn't there?

But darn. Guys like that do not exist.

So. I'm into my sixth week of official unemployment now. It's not fun, I'm telling you. Especially when nothing comes back after all the resumes I've sent out. Starts to make me think if there's anything wrong with me, am I forgetting something, did I not smile enough, or am I simply just not good enough. Sigh. It's so demoralizing.

My friends are so sweet! They just keep telling me to keep it up, keep the faith, believe in myself and keep my head up. Oh, and of course, keep looking. I'm not so sure of myself anymore. I started out pretty enthusiastic, like a whole new adventure in front of me and I plunged in without a second thought. Now, I just thought perhaps I should’ve taken a parachute along with me. Cause hell, I'm not sure when this whole thing is going to end, if its going to end, and well, when it finally ends, am I gonna hit the bottom with a THUMP or not. Sigh, so depressing.

I'm sick of waiting. But I don't know what to do. I've done everything I can—search, look, beg, write, pray. Did I miss anything?

Now I AM bitter. I hope I wasn't feeling that way but I can't help it. A good friend of mine even dragged me out for a movie last night, Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Pretty swell I must admit. Of course it would've been even better if she had treated me, but blah. Haha.

Ok, I was pretty tempted to call up some of my friends to whine my heart out. But no. I can't. Cause I've got too much pride for that. That's why I’m whining here instead, in cyberspace, where anyone and everyone in the world can have access to. And quite easily. Splendid. Double sigh.

Good Lord, but I think I've turned into a full time stay home blah. I sweep the floors, mop it, do the laundry, the dishes, the windows even, cleans up everything, bosses my brother around (must admit it was good fun, no wonder my mom does it so often!!) and even cooks the meals!!

The idea of being jobless forever is not tempting. No wait, well, it is, but it's the idea of being penniless and so uninspired that is so painful.

Maybe I can write a novel and try and sell it. Or go sing at some nice pub. Or I should've joined the Singapore Idol. OR, I should just keep trying. Sigh. The guys have asked me out for steamboat this weekend. I hope somebody's paying. Haha

PS: Orlando Bloom is engaged!!! Sigh. I'm heartbroken.

*Blows thick layer of dust off blog* Gah. I'm so bored and the weather is so great but I'm stuck home doing household chores. Well, that's what you get for quitting your job and failing to find one ASAP. Sobs. Actually it's not that bad, I get to listen to Hong Kong 903FM radio everyday and you won't believe how much the hongkongers love talking!!! Gimme the songs!!!!

ALL of my job interviews didn't go very well. How strange is that? Worst part is I don't remember much of it. Not that it matters. Snorts. Anyways a lot of them took a look at my resume and told me "Hmmm...you don't have enough experience". @_@ Well, if every position I interview for gives me a reason like that, hell, I'll never get a job even when I'm 50 cause I'll never ever get any bloody experience. So screwed!

No I'm not bitter. Haha. I just got somewhat pissed and somewhat demoralized. Sigh.

Jimbo, if you got any lobangs got to tell me alright? Hee. I miss spending money, that's why I must earn some soon!! Meanwhile I shall keep looking. Cheers!

Oh, oh, how can I forget? I just came back from KL!!!! Great, great shopping. Foods' ok, maybe because we don't know the cool dining places. One word of advice though, do not try the Japanese cuisine there unless it's a true blue Japanese dude whipping up your meal. Talking about dudes, you won't believe how many cute guys there are in KL! Everywhere you turn, there's one around the corner. Eye candy!!

I was very very very disappointed though, by the lack of pirated DVDs lying around. There are some, but mostly oldies. I was planning to buy like a million and one Cantonese movies home, but sigh, I AM SO DISAPPOINTED!!

Ok, I’m going to clean some windows now.

Note: Commuters have wear seatbelts on buses in Hong Kong, or they'll be severely fined!! -_-"