summer envy of a plenty *

while back at school i wondered why she was always such a loner. I didnt really cared. Afterall, it was none of my business but the friends around told me stuff about her that i didn’t bother. Cozz afterall, i thought, i wont ever be working with her anyway. Guess what? I am wrong. So damn friggin wrong. She got into my school but thank god she wasnt in the same building. but now, shes gonna be in the same building as me in 2 days time and that means i will see her through the whole long day and then, she will attempt to run my life, as if i am her whoever and whatever, lil sympathetic puppet.

i am so damn friggin irritated i gotta let this anger of mine leash out.

1) she has to leave work punctually.
like my colleague has said before..she wont even allow the kids to settle down first. she;ll just watch the secs run on the time in / time out machine and when the time is up. she just simply vanishes, as if she is in a rush to go somewhere when she is just simply heading home

2) she demands what she owns.
if she wants prawn beehoon then she must have it. After you have thought of a way to compromise so that we will both enjoy the prawn beehoon, she declines saying, “its ok”. then in the first place, if ”its ok” then shut the fuck up and stop insisting it is yours. yes, i took it wrongly cozz someone told me to take it (for i dont eat pork and yellow mee)..like as if i want to compete with you. we can share. we can compromise but you made me look like an idiot and you, yourself looked like a child-like moron–right in front of everyone.

3) she just simply cant take “NO”for an answer.”
if you asked once, twice, thrice and i refuse. then friggin take NO as an answer. dont push me to a spot that makes me feel so damn irritated. the way you are doing such things forcefully is just gonna make ppl hate you..like i told my mama, its exactly like you just dont feel like eating durians on that day and she will insist on you eating it and the next thing you know, she;ll shuff the lump of durian right into your mouth, whether you like it or not..

now, i really wonder how i;m gonna friggin work with her for the christmas party. i hope she just wouldnt step on my toes and insist that i stepped them on my own..if she;s gonna get on my nerves once again, that;s it man, i will just explode and i mean it, i dont care what other people will think of me. i will say it straight in her face just like how she forces me to accept things i;d rather do it on my own.

daddy says i should just take flight when she is around and prolly ignore whatever comments she passed on. and well, in fact, i think for once, i should heed daddy;s advice.*daddy;s suggestion is always a good solution 

friggin lady..stay out of my life lah, please

the talk of the town that wiped the whole island.
the death of the five dragonboaters.
somehow, in one way or another, it caused me to reflect

i have the habit of exclaiming how i;ll prolly die for an option
many a times, putting the thought of death by every statement i make
yes, i forsake life. yes, i don’t treasure it just as much
now, i beg for forgiveness. I know now, life is fragile
that at the end of the day, its not about exclaiming how many, “dies” i
delightfully proclaim out loud, mindlessly
it;s about being thankful for the times i have,
with every breath, for every single moment
to somehow make a difference and be the difference

now on, i;ll do it as i will, with my own ability, my capability
and no, never will i neglect the life that i;m blessed with

*my greatest condolence to the families and loved ones of the five dragonboaters.
and for the five of you, rest in peace and all of you will be remembered..

i look like a fatty here..but wtf, tattsie looks charming :p

it;s merely less than 24 hours and it felt like 365 days went by.
tattsie is away, AGAIN..
he must be having so much fun right now, in the heart of hk.
i so badly wanna go but…i cant..
because i no longer have sufficient leaves to take
yes, a working life is that miserable.
you need to be quick on taking leaves (in case someone does a faster job)
and yes, apply leaves, just to make yourself happy.i hope he buys me a truckload of goodies from hk.
i;m sure, somehow, he;ll figure my taste for clothes/accessorieslets hope Sunday will come quick
and we;ll be back to our daily routines once again

clap please, it;s a friggin wrap!
and pictures will be up, soon (*i hope)

now, things can really turn nasty when one has a blocked nose
expensive food will still taste…expectedly, bland
and me having a japanese dinner today turned..tasteless
that is something i so so so so so so detest…

mealtimes are not appealing now,
especially when everything tastes particularly similar
i dont look forward to it..and its pretty pathetic!

it must suck being me especially when..
i cant smell my perfume
cant smell my bolster
cant smell my hair
cant smell my dear boyfriend
and most importantly, cant smell other guys
(its impt to me coz i am very particular about ppl, esp guys, 
smelling gd,thats comes next after guys wearing nice shoes)

someone please sift the lumps of wadever that blocks my air passage
i cant live my happy life esp when i cant friggin sing+smell+taste..
shit you blocked nose, shit you!

*oh, one note for the day..
i am impressed by this fellow from jean yip salon. just so damn frigin impressed. i know you guys will prolly tease me about this, but wtf, i cant be bothered. ok, normally, it takes me at least 2 days to cut my own hair (fringe) to the perfect shape i desire and needless to say, the pain of my tiny teeny pieces of hair getting into the way of my eyes. thus, i opted trimming my fringe at the salon. from the previous experience, this charming fellow (whom i always go to) will just fix his charming, to-die-for face straight in-front of my face (just 15cm away from me) and with his scissor, he will start snipping.everytime i open my eyes, i see him and its quite a lovely sight! but, i gotta be on the chair for a full 15 mins to get it perfectly shaped. today, i took the risk and when to jean yip to cut, due to some unforseen circumstances. and guess what? the fellow was not so charming but it took him just 3 mins to get my fringe done. and for someone with this sort of skills to sweep me off my feet is utterly, impressive. and the most unbelievable part…not a single strand of hair was found on my face..

oi! i was like..wahhhhhhh serious? no hair? not even one strand?
for that, i whole-heartedly applaud him for his professionalism.
he took my breath away, just like that…

i;m sick, again. its quite a norm, actually.
falling ill in my line is just like you, losing a few strands of hair daily.
i;ve improved, really. Initially when i started this line,
i;d fall ill once in every two weeks but now, prolly two months once..
this is prolly an achievement i am superbly proud of.

the problem is:
falling ill is not the problem..
the thing is the concert..i cant die until i am done with the concert
and after i;ve finished the 27 portfolios plus the torturous PTC..
after all that, i can prolly die and rest in peace and exclaim, THE END

ya ya ya, i know, more rest + plenty of water
i;ll do just that..and i will hang in there,
the performance must go on, come what may..

*p/s: with a husky voice like that now, i miss singing.really
            i miss singing during bath-time sessions, badly
            will someone save my voice so i can sing again?

alright now, i;m cursing myself now
why did i even attempted such a risk
when i should be prepared everything is just..
gonna be a caught up in a huge mess..

why the stupid idea of having each letter on each kid
and them piecing it up to form a sentence?
adelene, you die now.you die big time
everyones gonna luff their asses off.. @YOU! *sighs
someone, please *eat/bury/hide/kill me!

on the lighter note, i;m glad my deco turned out fine
lets hope no one ruins it til the concert *crosses fingers

exhausted, yes i am . but particularly happy i am
i hope stupid j.r dances for tomorrow;s full-dress rehearsal
and tada! i;ll be jolly wholly happy til i can die & rest in peace..

jialat eh. the time of month we dread.
ok, maybe just the 3 of us (hexian, shai & me)
the fucking PTC is here..knn, i work my ass off daily
and the PTC is another silent killer
this time, there is no escaping..
i will die, yes, i;ll die a total of 27 times
for the 27 lovely kids in my class

now, can someone do something about my life..
concert + PTC on the way..wah biang eh!
chiong! chiong! chiong! i;m a bumblebee
i cant wait for christmas but then again,
the 2 mentioned above will come by before christmas
shit, now i hope christmas wont come..

oi, now everyone around, make me feel better & comfy
and stop friggin remind me of the shit i am in or am gonna be in..
amidst all the stress, rock my life can? rock it loud and messy can?

ok, i shall go bath and pluck my brows to release stress now..*bleah
i hate PTC, i hate you so very much..i wished i could just eat you up

“one of the remarkable things about love is that,
despite very irritating people will often write
both love poems & love songs about how pleasant it is,
it can really turn out quite pleasant and lovely”