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Friday, March 31, 2006

Elephants can swim

There was a time when I was having an SMS conversation with Chino a few years ago.

And I was interrupted by my Dad saying that elephants could swim.

Like, in the sea.

Because he was watching National Geographic or Discovery or Animal Planet or something.

And I had just missed it.

I speed-texted Chino to share the newfound discovery with him.

His reply was "They memang can la, girl."

I had never felt so cheated in my whole life at that point of time.

What did he mean by they memang can?

I saw Yu-Ming online then and I told him the same thing.

He went "Yah can."


At (then) 20 years old, I wondered if I was the only person in the entire universe who didn't know that elephants could swim.

*flops facedown onto bed and tries to suffocate self*

Thursday, March 30, 2006

The lion sleeps tonight

I love this.

*heart* <3

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

What's your elf name?

Your Elf Name Is...

Flakey Mc Mini

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

One of the reasons I love life

Sunday, March 26, 2006

I want to be a Toys R Us kid

Of late, I'd been thinking of the amount of growing up that I'd done in the past couple of years.

And I realized that it is only with great reluctance that I'm growing up.

Money worries had been egging me. My little monster had been giving me problems, groaning and generally being a PMS-ey woman. Fatigue got the better of me after working 40 days straight. Even my phones are dying on me.

God must be doing his population control thing.

Because no one seemed to be laughing when he took my Ku Chiong away that morning.

And then there was Christie's dad. Jami's dad.

Three deaths in 3 weeks.

No one ever told me that I had to deal with the loss of loved ones. No one ever told me that it was part of the package of growing up.

I want to be 5 years old.

So that I could sit in the swing and it'd take my worries away. So that I could have all the piggyback rides that I want when I get tired of walking on my own.

I don't want to grow up.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

CNY 2006 Penang Road Trip Pt. 2

It didn't look like a spelling mistake to me. Not if it's a repetition. So go ahead, the hotel paking is inside.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Dresses make you feel pretty

They do~

*runs around squealing in delight*

See, I got this little black dress the other day because I was going for a wedding dinner.

It had little sparkly bits in front, and it falls just above my knees. Had the right kind of schwing schwing when I walked.

Confirm make me feel like a million dollars lah.

*You guys just shaddup lah even if you disagree. Make me happy lah can?

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Wifi is useless

When the router is sitting right next to you.

And you're working from a desktop.

Getting disconnected every 35 seconds.

I've counted.

I hate this shit.

Why am I not well versed in all things related to technology?


Saturday, March 18, 2006

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Your Birthdate: February 20

You are a virtual roller coaster of emotions, and most people enjoy the ride.

Your mood tends to set the tone of the room, and when you're happy, this is a good thing.

When you get in a dark mood, watch out - it's very hard to get you out of it.

It's sometimes hard for you to cheer up, and your gloom can be contagious.

Your strength: Your warm heart

Your weakness: Trouble controlling your emotions

Your power color: Black

Your power symbol: Musical note

Your power month: February

Saturday, March 11, 2006

In no particular order

I'm posting up pictures because I'm lazy.


So I was at the Asia Pacific Videolab the other day.

For post-production.

Kononnya lah, right.

They have all these cool posters at APV, you see. And there's no reason why I should resist taking pictures especially when I have a camera with me.

Mei was emo-ing on the phone. Well, not exactly emo-ing lah. But she was on the phone for about 357976 years so I sibuk-ed around and took a picture or her a la emo movie poster style.

I propped the camera up on one of the many 35mm film cans they have lying around, and set the timer. Struck a pose. Hou lan yes ah. We can do it.

Maurizio took a picture of this while I was trying to entertain myself at the pool table. He said it looks like a cheeky monkey winking.

He also took a picture of me. See? Emo sial. I promise to grin when I get my teeth fixed. I promise.

It was 2am on a Thursday night. There was a grand total of 5 people at the post house, as you can see.

So I camwhore. And I camwhore some more. Sien giler babi. Cis.

They have some pretty cool signages in APV, which I had initially thought were put up just for fun. And then I found out.

See lah, see lah. Damn ghostly right? I told you there was a grand total of 5 people at the post house.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Maurizio Caduto, my Italian director from Milan who still speaks with an accent that makes me go, "Ha? What you say ah?"

See, that's Maurizio with our online editor. Sungguh bergaya nampak.

Ya Hui bought Jami a cake because we all knew that it was his birthday. And since he was so far away from home, we all decided to surprise him.

The birthday boy's 34 this year. Was, and still is one of my favorite directors, ever.

Good morning, Charlie. Ya Hui says she looks fat in the picture. Mei says she has a slight paunch. I think I look...um...not so pretty. So the only reason I'm putting this picture up is because Jami is in it.

I wasn't lying. I really was at APV. For post production.

*rolls on the floor, laughs self to death*

Monday, March 06, 2006

When you only have a hundred years to live

So much had happened in the past few weeks.

It feels like I've lived a hundred years.

Just in the past few weeks.

My birthday came and went. Surprised with a birthday cake on shoot. Had about 40 people singing happy birthday to me. Hugs. Kisses. Back to work.

Missed the Oasis concert. Was up till 2am thinking of ways to make it to Singapore in 5 hours right after shoot. And I missed it. Then I bawled and fell asleep with the tickets on my bedside table.

Was shooting back to back for 4 days and went prepping for another job immediately after shoot. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

I cried every other day for 2 weeks, never been so unhappy.

I haven't been home in a long time.

Work ate me up.

I haven't had a proper conversation with anyone in my family in ages.

I want to be home. Eating meals my mum cooked, listening to the sounds of my dad watching TV, catching up on newspapers.

One month.

It's been a long time since I'd been home.