Heck. I see alot of cars everyday judging from me living less than 20metres from a busy road.
But this one's different.
It's a Toyota Rush. In simpler terms, it's a baby jeep-looking car.
And it's those type that has signage and stickers all over it that you wonder how the driver reverse into parking lots since the view of the rear mirror has got to be blocked by all those stickers already.
But this one's different. The usual suspects are advertising whores for brands. But this one is worse.
It's full of taunts.
We've all seen it before on some cars or another. Signs that go: If you're reading this, you're TOO SLOW.
Things like that.
So Des, Ivan and I stopped behind this Rush the other day at the traffic light. And since there was basically nothing else we can do but wait for the light to turn green, we were, in a way, forced to read the many signs on the car that were taunting us with its ugly bright colours.
"This is the type of car that is asking to be scratched." Des said.
I replied, "Okay lah. Got people so bad one meh? Really go and scratch..."
"Got lah! Some people see your number plate is new car they also will go and scratch.. don't say these type of guai**n people who put these type of signs.."
And then I saw one sign that made me made pissed for awhile.
It was one that had a picture of a dog.
I forgot which breed.
Let's say.. um.. let's say it's Poodles.
So the sign was something like this:
POODLES *Picture of poodle* ... all others are just dogs.
......wtf. Blood boil. Want to whack this person jialat jialat.
So.. I took a house key, got out of Ivan and walked towards the Rush.
Just kidding. Just as I spotted it and I pointed it out to Des, the light turned green and we had to move off.
Stupid car. I won't be surprised if you get scratched by other people!!!
This reminds me of a similar encounter I had at a particular petshop. Renowned because the staff or partners or shareholders of the shop bring their dogs there. The pet shop is non-air-conditioned so the dogs were able to walk in and out of the shop.
Needless to say, although the dogs were very well-trained and follow their owners about loyally most of the time, the humans were still cautious to make sure that their dogs don't wander too far away from the shop.
So there was this girl there that day. Probably in her early teens, who was patting this adorable mop of a Shih Tzu that belonged to someone from the pet shop.
One of the staff told her "Help me watch over her carefully okay? Don't let her run off."
At which the girl, in my warped opinion, haughtily replied something along the lines of "If run off, I return you one lor. I have 8 Shih Tzus at home."
I can't remember exactly the number of dogs she mentioned but it was definitely well over 6.
She didn't notice but I rolled my eyes at her stupid reply.
But the best retort I had heard in years came from the guy who remarked back "This kind of thing not say return can sua liao. Your own dog run away, how much money also cannot buy another same replacement back."
I must say that after the incident of Chubby going missing and the huge hoo-ha (I) made, this sentence cannot be even more true!
To think back, I was a wreck. A total wreck.
It was mere days to all of you who weren't around to witness. He was gone like what.... 4-5 days only?
It felt like weeks to me.
I cried everyday because every thing reminded me of him. Since Des fell asleep and is just making his way over, I guess I can create a list of things that I missed when Chubby wasn't around. Things that also reminded me of him that reduced me to a crying whiney big baby.
- TV programs featuring dogs. They just to flash an image of a dog for a total of 1 second and I would start bawling.
- His hair brush beside my fish tank, his packet of half-eaten dog biscuits beside my moisturising lotion and his eye-cleaner and eyedrops right beside my face mirror
- His clothes that were also strewn and mixed around with my clothes
- His photos that were easily found in my room, pasted on the cupboard and on the whiteboard
- My stupid habit of tapping him on his head to 'signal' that he should follow me cos I'm going to leave the room (due to his poor hearing and sense of sight). Everytime I left a room or was about to go upstairs I would find that there is something missing to 'tap'.
- The door. Wherever I went I can't close the door immediately because I had to wait for him to slowly make his way in. I usually left it ajar so that when he reach the room he would push open the door and it would creak... our signal to each other that it's time for me to shut the door properly.
- Chubby also has this stupid habit of waking me up everyday earlier than I should be waking because he wants to go downstairs to pee. He usually goes down, pee, begs for bread from Marie, and then comes up again, knocking and growling at my room door so that he could come in again and continue napping.
Poor me would have to wake up, open the door for him to get out, then wake up again, open the door for him to come in.
Usually upon returning, Chubby would make a beeline for the bed. But as his legs are much weaker now with age and arthritis, he usually paws the edge of the bed while standing on 2 legs and I would have to drag him up the rest of the way.
- His smell! Like every mother who loves the smell of their child (even if they haven't bathed for a very long time!)
I'd like to thank so many of you who did every single thing you could within your limit to help me get him back.
Anyway, do you know crying is a form of detox?
I must have really detoxed myself during that few days. Name me one place I haven't cried at. Pet shops, Serangoon North's kopitiam, police station(s),
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:57 pm
People Who Don't Pay... Has Bad Ending
I learnt that from GTA too.
You all know how I'm like. If I'm crazy or hooked over something, chances are for the next few months, all of you are going to read non-stop about it (unless you stop coming to my blog.. but.. you won't stop.. right?).
I must say, even if you don't read my blog, just login to this URL and boost the numbers.
I can't tell how many of you are actually paying attention and how many of you are going to read this word for word, but everytime I load my blog page and see that the numbers increased, I feel damn comforted.
It's the only sign that tells me that people ARE visiting and bothering about this blog :)
Okay, now on more to what is today's topic about.
I mentioned previously that I was doing business in.. um... prostituition in Grand Theft Auto. For the uninitiated, Grand Theft Auto is a DAMN famous PC / PSP / whatever console game.
Of course, it's a rated Mature game.
In the game there were many quests we had to go through. One of which involved having to send your.. well.. girls.. to customers.
I'm supposed to pick them up from the brothel and drop them off near to the customer (who will be standing by the street on the pavement).
Now, I'd be honest with you... I'm still honing my superbly horrible driving skills in the world of GTA.
My aim is not just to not hit a lamp post / traffic light. It is also to knock down as little pedastrians as possible, and stay off the kerb.
As a result, there were uncountable times I ended up killing my own customer when I knocked him down in my screeching attempt to break. Imagine the irritating high pitch noises of tyres screeching.
Not only that, because business was good (for the wrong reasons), I sometimes have to rush around. Drop of Girl A, faster pick up Girl B who was 'finished' with her customer.
Due to my own unsteadiness, I accidentally reversed the car and killed Girl A who just got off.
Then, of course, there were the customers who tried to run off without paying.
I love those cases. Sometimes we really do need violent games to let off abit of steam. I mean, since we are already very civilised in real life, we needed something that had more of blood and gore, and expressing these through games are very acceptable. To me, of course.
I run those *censoreddddddddddddd* down!!!!!!!!!
Wooohooo!!
I like it when I can see them from afar, SPEED UP.. and then run them over.
To add to the disgusting-ness, I sometimes reverse over them again and then drive over them again to make sure they are super pancake!
HAHAHAHAHA..
Anyway, today's Chu 6 of the CNY, which means CNY is going to be half-over soon.
I would like to make an invitation to everyone that the annual CNY Black Jack event at my house will be held 6th February at 4pm.
Please RSVP by SMS due to food preparations.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:34 am
Once Bitten Twice Shy
Thursday, January 29, 2009
We all know the saying... Once Bitten.. Twice Shy.
But ... *turns her head to look at Des*....
Once Bitten..
Twice...
Thrice...
Fice.. don't think got such word... ...
Aiya, anyway, many times lah, but still not shy.
I don't know how many thousands of time he has been to my house before and yet after every lesson Kilo gave to him, he still takes off his shoes OUTSIDE the door!!!
Thus, ladies and gentlemen, I have lost count but this is the Xth pair of shoe that Kilo had spoilt.. well, but for starters, it's the FIRST pair for the year 2009, and the 1st pair in the year of the.. eh what's the animal ar?
NIU! OMG. Sorry 牛大哥.. I don't mean to forget you but .. well.. that's life, I guess. Especially when you've been pretty busy.
People always think that just because I'm jobless, I have nothing to do.
I'd like to make a correction to that statement.
In fact, I have ALOT of things to do. It's just that those things I do don't earn me any money!!!
Take GTA for example. My current crazed PSP game called Grand Theft Auto, Vice City... If real life was like Grand Theft Auto, we would be indeed living in a very messy world.
I look at the game sometimes and I wonder how could anyone live there. I mean, I don't know about the other occupants in Vice City (that exists in the game), but then I'm sure I don't want to pay taxes to a city that very often has traffic lights and lamp posts being knocked down and having to be repaired!
I think every 100metres I drive in the game, I knock down at least 5 lamp posts at a minimum that it is so ridiculously funny in a very sadistic way!!!
Not only that. On average I receive up to 6 attacks from rival gang members who are attacking 'my turf'.. if you know what I mean.
And then I'm running businesses in .. um... well.. let's put it this way.. I'm doing business in Outsourced Human Resources (in other words, Prostitution), Finance Management (think Loan Shark and Money Lending) as well as Security Services (Protection Rackets)....
Yes. Thus, being as successful as I am in the game, I often receive attacks from other.. should I say... less civilised competitors that I had to deal with in an equally less civilised way *insert sweet smile here*.
Fang... You should really get a PSP soon. HAHAHA!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:09 pm
Happy CNY 2009!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Moo!!!!!
Here's a short clip of Shaun Shaun. Just last year he was napping on the sofa.
This year he's running around and boy can he run fast!!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:29 pm
My Lasik Experience
Friday, January 23, 2009
2 Blind Bats
Yes. This is the final blog that all of you were waiting for (for those interested in Lasik, that is).
I'm telling you, most people look forward to having NO NEED to reach out for glasses which is usually the first thing yo udo in the morning when your degree is high.
For me? It hit me a few minutes ago that, hey! I really went for Lasik already when after checking my email inbox, I decide to go to the toilet to take out my contact lense.
Except, of course, this time, there really is NO contact lense for me to take out! :D
The most irritating and 'sian' part of wearing contacts is no matter how tired and late it is, you still have to go to the toilet to remove it.
I am still amazed and thrilled by the technology. However can it be? How the heck does it work? Why does firing laser behind your cornea flap directly into your eye actually be able to correct your vision?
Of course, Lasik is not just a word. It's about a procedure. To be specific, it's a relatively expensive (thank you Mum & Dad!) yet worth every penny, time-consuming, and risky procedure.
The eye clinic I chose was one at Paragon. I don't know if it is the only one there.
Most people asked me not to go for it. Things like, it's commercialised, bla bla bla.
But then that clinic is known for going for figure. They want a high number of patients to boast about. For e.g., we did Lasik on X number of patients within a year.
I've even heard that they have target to reach or something, which is why they aggressively promote their service.
What can I say? I'm a willing victim. So what about commercialised? These surgeons must be going through like what..? Few hundred patients a month, the experience they gained is invaluable.
So what if I'm being treated as one of their lab rats. It worked for me and changed MY life :D
That aside, can I begin on the procedure now?
The thing is, on Evaluation day, I forgot to mention that they did screen a video that further illustrates the entire procedure. One which I honestly cannot put down in words.
All of you who are my frequent readers know that if there is one talent that I should not be very proud of, it is the fact that I have the ability to describe things in a very disgusting way. Just ask Des how many times I have managed to turn his appetite around.
Okay.. how should I begin to say this.
Honestly, I wasn't very nervous about the whole surgery. You know why? Because I brought my PSP along. And all the while, while they were preparing in the operating theatre or performing surgery on the patients before me, I was eagerly trying to save my 'girlfriend' from her abusive husband in the game. In fact, I managed to kill him too, and was in the process of taking over his triad business that involved Protection Scheme, Money Lending, and Prostitution.
Yes. It is a mature-themed game.
And all that excitement was game-related and for a pretty long time as I sat in the Resting & Recovery area specially designed to individual patients, I forgot where I was! In fact, my appointment was officially at 11.30am but I probably came out of the surgery room at approx 1pm.
The entire thing probably only took like what.. 10 minutes? 15minutes tops.
I probably have a delayed nervous syndrome or something, whatever it's called.
Anyway the feeling really kicked in only when I was asked to lie down on this operating chair.
I remembered taking a very brief look at it. I can't even recall the colour now but it super resembled a dentist chair.
Now so far in my life owing to me taking really good care of my teeth, I have very pleasant experience with dentists, including the 2 surgeries I had when removing my wisdom tooth.
Anaesthetic, as I have mentioned plenty of times before, is GOD.
But not so for eye-related surgeries. Because they come in eye-drop form. And then when they do your teeth, they actually cover your eyes. But when they operate on your eyes, you cannot cover your eyes and shun away because you need to look at the laser when it fires.
Now that was the interesting part.
When I just sat down, there was a superbly huge bright light shining directly at my face.
I hated it and wished the nurses would switch it off.
They didn't.
Anaesthetic was applied to my eyes. I have very good tolerance for eyedrops, believe me, so this anaesthetic was another mild irritant.
For those of you who have went for the evaluation, all I can say is that the anaesthetic 'feels' like the 1st eyedrop they use to dilate your pupils.
It is very mildly stinging but the anaesthetic kicks in (quite fast).
Then the operation begins.
Scotch Tape.. okay, I don't know the brand, but some form of transparent big pieces of tape is pasted on your lower eyes and upper eye lid area to keep your eyes wide open.
Then another device is placed into your eye. I don't know about the other patients who have gone through it but THIS TO ME IS THE MOST IRRITATING PART.
I hated this device. I can't really 'see' what is it but I can barely catch a glimpse of how it looks like but I could SEE and FEEL that it has 4 legs that goes into your eye.
Instinctively I fought against it. The more it tried to hold my eyes open, the more I try to close my eyes in fear, which made it superbly uncomfortable.
You try it. Use your fingers to hold your eye lids apart and then try your hardest to blink. And then imagine the force that holds your eye open also comes from the inner part of your eye since the thing is inserted in.
But I can tell you it really is uncomfortable. Not painful.
And then the almighty suction comes.
Now I've always thought that the word suction refers to something like.. you know the thing stuck on mashimaro's head? That toilet plug thing?
Let me find a pic of it:
See the thing stuck on his head? Yea. I've always thought that a suction was gonna be like that. But I was wrong.
I mean, sure it does what its name says.. well.. basically, it sucks.. but then it also has a hole in the middle.
So the suction is placed over your eye and the sucking begins. Your vision blacks out. Discomfort is minimal as compared to that stupid 4-legged device I mentioned earlier. Before the surgery and during the video, you would have been told a few hundred times that this suction thing is uncomfortable. Yes it is, but let me emphasize again that it doesn't hurt and that as they would have also told you many times, you should expect your vision to black out AND NOT TO PANIC.
But then again you usually would. Because I did. I had trouble breathing because although I knew what was going to happen throughout, I still couldn't help but feel scared, nervous and breathless.
By the time you could see again, the blade would have already gone through your cornea and the flap would have been cut. I couldn't feel the blade but I know it was already cut because immediately after that the doctor opened up the flap.
Now throughout it all, there is this device that is very frequently spraying (I think saline) into your eye so that it won't dry out.
People are worried about the pain, worried about the discomfort, but I must have been one of the only one who was worried about the dryness of the eyes.
I absolutely cannot tolerate the eye being dry, especially when it is going to be exposed so widely during the surgery, it is bound to dry out faster.
But apparently that should have been the least of my worry.
The most wonderful part was, after Lasik, you are going to experience and understand what do people see when they do not have a cor.. corneal. Wa, suddenly forgot how to spell that word.
I forgot to add that when you just lie down, the surgeon / nurse whoever is there first, will ask you to concentrate on this orange blinking little dot.
It's, well, just a little dot. Probably as big as one single light that people use to decorate those Christmas trees. Just a speck.
But once your corneal is flapped open, as per instruction given, you look at nothing else but the orange light and you will realise that the orange spec becomes a huge orange glow.
Surgeon will then proceed to dry your inner eye (with the flap flipped open). Now at first when they told me they needed to do that, I was half-expecting them to dab tissue at my opened up inner eye.
Thankfully, it wasn't tissue. Or cloth.
It was.. guess what...
You know those wiper thing that petrol pump attendants use on our windscreen? Yea. He used something like that, from what I can SEE, which is very upclose and blurred.
Whatever liquid was wiped away, and then the laser started.
Now this is the tricky part. Because you are supposed to stare right in the centre of the orange blinking light, but then now the orange light becomes SO HUGE you really have to do your best to try to look at the middle.
As I did, the laser started firing. The sound wasn't scary at all. The surgeon would have tested it and let you have a feel of the laser.
I heard it from my Resting & Recovery area already but I thought better to not interrupt him since he want to let me hear it I ought to be a good patient and guai guai hear the piaking sounds.
You know those fake CNY crackers that they sell at pasar malams?
The firing laser kinda sounds like that. But ALOT MORE SOFTER.
The one at Pasar Malam is crazily loud that it made me jump out of my skin when I first heard it years ago.
Then the flap is placed back and then the windscreen wiper thing comes again to smoothen out the cornea against your eye.
TA DAA.. you are done.
Now is the part you start wondering, so is the vision back to 6/6 immediately after that?
My answer is: Of course not lah! U siao ah? Even win 1st prize 4D also doesn't mean the cash materialise right in front of you right? Somemore this one is your body leh. You expect it to work so fast?
Leg surgery also need to go physio lor..
Ridiculous eye shield is pasted on your eye (refer to the very top photo at the beginning of the blog). You are supposed to wear it to sleep for the 1st 3 nights. And, if like me, you have the uncontrollable habit of rubbing your eye every night before you go to bed, then you better put it on for a week.
I think I'm going to put it on much longer than that, because I haven't really explained to the doctor that I really REALLY rub my eye whenever I start.
I once rubbed it so much I had this air bubble forming at my eye whites. I clearly remembered that it happened on the night BEFORE my Basic Theory test because I spent the night up studying in case I failed it again for the second time. The horror!
I thought it was going to be like that permanently and almost started crying!
That aside. The shield thing was one thing. Another was the fact that you cannot wash your face / hair for the next 3 days (inclusive of surgery day).
However, because before surgery you technically had ALREADY washed your hair and face, so you can shorten it to 2 days.
Of course, I washed my hair anyway by turning my head upside down, head inside the bath-tub, but I can't help my face because I will so definitely 'crumple' the corneal (if that is possible) whenever I dry my face because I do it with some sort of vengeance, like I want to rub my skin off my skull kind... Oops, there I go being disgusting again, haha!
Bear with me!!!
So, yea. I seriously recommend everyone that, as per advise, you have to get someone to accompany you on surgery day because:
1) You need to have someone to lead you while you close your eyes and pretend to ignore the fact that people are staring at you because you have weird eye shields pasted over your face.
2) Your eyes become very easily irritated by glares, especially from the sun, and even from slight things like when the sun reflects off passing by vehicles. Thankfully, on the 2nd floor of the building, once you step out of the lift, on your immediate right would be the taxi stand already. On weekdays, it is relatively empty.
3) The most difficult part after the surgery is the period immediately after the surgery. You tear uncontrollably till it flows and makes your nose blocked because it feels like sand is in your eye. No, actually sand in your eye is much MORE painful than that. Okay, treat it as VERY FINE sand in your eye.
4) The idea is to get home fast asap to sleep off the most uncomfortable 3-6 hours after surgery (sleeping pills are provided by the clinic), so if you have someone to lead you and transport home is arranged, it will be a faster and smoother journey back.
After you wake up, viva la vida of CLEAR VISION! Well, almost.
I think individually, clear vision comes to us at its own rate. I've read reviews of how others can fluctuate for months before stabilising (even up to 6months), and those who wake up (like me) and have close to perfect vision.
I'm not worried yet although my right eye is still abit blurry because I can definitely see like 10x better than I used to. The left eye's already quite perfect. I can see words at a reasonable distance unless they are really too far away to comprehend.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:04 pm
Lasik Done
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Lasik done. But my vision is still blurry, so I won't type much today. But then again since I have the godsend ability to type without looking at the screen, I shall turn my head to face the TV and watching Zhong Ji Yi Jia drama while typing this out.
I shall go more into detail another day while my eyes rest first, and if there was anything I'd like to add about today, that is, sleeping pills suck.
The initial few hours after surgery was difficult because of the weird dryness that makes your eyes tear unconditionally.
Thus, they prescribe the few pieces of sleeping pills to aid you to go to bed because once you wake up, viola! Vision is almost perfect. Almost. Now I feel like I am a... say... 100 degrees per eye person. But believe me the vision is getting sharper as time continues.
I was so glad when walking down the stairs to dinner, I poked my head out into the airwell and looked down at the plants below.
It was amazing. I could see every single piece of leaf from the 2nd level. Okay, but I still have problems with the smaller leaves, but for the palm-tree like leaves, it was super clear. I could see the individual leaves 'fannning out'.
And yes, I think I typed too much. Shall stop here and rest my beloved eyes :)
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:31 pm
Lasik Tomorrow
I know this is abit rush. And my Mum has done the kind deed of reminding me UMPTEEN times throughout the past few days that I really should have booked my Pre-Surgery Evaluation much earlier so that I would have gotten the surgery done by last week...
But.. who knows, right?
Like.. I didn't know 0700 this type of number can also open as 2nd Prize in today's 4D. Who would have thought that buying a number that has irrefutable relations to a Hokkien vulgarity word could win you cold hard cash?
So there again. I went to an eye clinic at Paragon for my Pre-Surgery Evaluation.
Apparently they had empty surgery slots tomorrow and since these were still empty before the particular doctor left for his one-week super CNY vacation, they were offering a $100 discount.
On top of this $100 that I'd be saving, the Pre-Surgery Evaluation itself was also FOC (U.P. also $100) so I'd be saying a wholesome amount of $200.
I had a hell of a time at the Evaluation today.
Time flies especially when you have a PSP with you, and a little table full of snacks and Milo / Coffee / Tea satchets.
That Paragon clinic was busy and full of people, but mind you, they were very responsive, professional and on-the-ball. No screw-ups, all systems in place and it was very orderly.
Due to Mum's thirst, I had noticed that the water dispenser was completely empty (Mum took every last drop because there was not much water left to begin with).
Within 3minutes, 2 nurses were moving a new one to replace the previous empty container.
Not only that, the waiting time passed fast because there were a series of test to go through, of which include scanning Eye check (the one where you look at a farm house), Eye pressure test, Cornea measurement, manual eye check, etc etc.
Now the funniest has got to be the eye pressure test.
It was just an instrument similar to the look at farm house. Except you were looking into some sort of 'black hole' of the machine.
The nurse had already forewarned that there was going to be a puff of air that blows into the eye. But when the actual thing happened, I was so shocked that I almost jumped up from my seat. Couldn't help but laugh at myself after that.
Then came the pupil dilation because supposedly it would have been more accurate to test manually when your pupils are dilated.
I felt like I had just stopped crying after hours and hours of bawling. Mum, who went for an eye-check up too since she is there, also had her pupils dilated for her eye check and in her words: "I feel like a goldfish."
Now if I were to offer any advice, that is to really avoid driving if you had pupils dilated. It's uncomfortable. I didn't dare tell my mum but now that we've gotten home safely.... I actually had a hard time driving back when I finished up with all the testing at 6.30pm because the evening sun was hurting my eyes.
Heck, even staring at the traffic light would hurt my eyeballs. You have that pressured feeling in your eyeball when you look at something really bright. Well, if you have nothing better to do and you suddenly go and stare directly at the sun, you will understand the kind of 'pain' that I experienced just now.
I will blog more about my experience regarding the surgery side soon, though I'd probably stay off the computer for a period of time. It's said to stress your eyes out more and no, I wouldn't want to do that.
I mean, everything being red during CNY is one thing, but it's not really ideal for your eyes to be of that colour!!
FAREWELL TO SPECS!
PS: In case you're wondering, no, I'm not getting rid of my SwissFlex that I made in May last year. I'm keeping it or passing it to my mother because it is THAT DAMN GOOD!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:29 am
Clothes Stock Taking
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I've always had this stupid thing.
I've so much clothes I've lost track of it. It doesn't help that I have a super small cupboard. Did I forget to mention that it exploded?
Yea, the back board of the cupboard actually slanted outwards, causing some of my clothes to spill out to BEHIND the cupboard and onto the floor.
Okay, exploded is an overstatement. More like leakage. HAHAHAHA... I know of many ladies who absolutely HATE that word ;)
So now, what is difficult is setting up the database.. of clothes, that is. But from then on, updating the database is easy (how many new pieces of clothes can you buy back from each shopping trip even if you went for a 4-day trip to Bangkok?)
And this will allow me to keep track of all my clothes!!!
I have a silly little insistence on fairness.
I like all my clothes to be worn at some time or another, you know, I love the habit and idea of alternating clothes.
I know some people *looks at Des* who has, let's say, 20 pieces of Billabong Shirts alone but he only always wears his favourite 5 pieces.
I don't like to do that. I may have a favourite...
Holy shit. Please wait while I remove Oscar. He burrowed into my clothing that I've strewn all over the floor.
Okay I'm back. Luckily I've just scrubbed that green fella just now.
Oh.. and did I mention that I have this weird habit.
Let's say.. the shirt Manda and Mei Mei bought for me about "Bicycle bought by Ex-Boyfriend for Sale".. If I were lying in bed and the lights are already switched off.. BUT I JUST HAD TO suddenly recall about that shirt, I would dig it out of my already-messy cupboard just to look at it and say, Oooh.. so there it is!!
And then put back the shirt on the higher piles for better visibility (so that I will wear it soon enough).. and then switch off the lights to proceed to Slumberland.
Des knows about this stupid weird habit of mine.
He would be playing the laptop and I would be watching the TV when I suddenly go: "Eh, do you recall last time I have this shirt that has a Golden pai kia Tiger on it?"
And he'd go "Uh oh. Here we go again."
Because if he's around, I usually don't let him off so easily. I would complain, curse, and mutter under my breath about my many clothing in my wardrobe upheaval just to find the particular piece that I suddenly recalled.
If every person had a bad or weird habit that defines them, then this has got to be mine!
And so....
YOU SEE! THERE OSCAR GOES AGAIN!
I can see my clothes mountain MOVING! That's how I know he's inside.
Oh wait! Now look! Chubby has joined him. Only difference is Chubby doesn't burrow! He climbs to the highest pile and then scratches at it so the whole pile disintegrates... of which he will then turn around 3 times before curling into a ball position. So cute! But at least Chubby smells nicer than Oscar any time (courtesy of Cindy who just bathed him yesterday, hehe).
Anyway, so I decided to do up the most basic of all basics... doing up a spreadsheet through Excel.
Because, them being MY clothes, I have certain specific descriptions for it, that upon reading it, I would be able to recall what sort of clothing it is. Descriptions because you don't expect me to go take a picture and upload every single blardy clothing! My computer is already close to running out of space thanks to my PSP games (aside to Love & Vanda: "No, honey. I don't mind. Really, I don't mind. I love you, honey).
And then again, because of my policy on clothing fairness, I have decided to put the date of when the clothing was last worn. So if it was a really long time ago, it means I should:
1) Faster wear! 2) Get rid of it!
Of which either way is very fair to both the clothing and me :D
Okay, more fair to me, than the poor piece of clothing.
HAHAHAHA
I chanced upon a few descriptions I came up with that I'm sure some of you would find interesting.
- Black Espirit Jacket (the one that we searched until puke blood)
This was because I've got to have went out of my way to at least 3 different outlets, Bugis, Marina Sq, and Great World, just to search for that jacket in my size. For your info, we eventually managed to find it at Bugis. That was after queueing up for almost 20 minutes!
- Super Lousy Heart Shape Transluscent buttoned top
You can guess why I called it this. I bought it from one of the more reputable shops that you can find in town. I won't disclose the shop name but if you asked me I'd tell you in private ;)
Apparently I wore this and then washed it once, it came back with almost all the threads in shreds!
To be honest, I am on the verge of getting rid of it. The only thing that's holding me back now was the price. I spent about $30+ on it. Not very expensive to you but it pains my heart because I had only won it ONCE.
But to give it some credit, maybe because it is transluscent but it is very comfortable. Sort of reminds me of one of my chou chou's covers that I like so much because it's so thin and the smell can really penetrate my nostrils when I take a deep sniff. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..
Then there are some that I had to add the remark "super old shirt" to know which one I am referring to.
I also have this Classic dress that I have only worn ONCE. For last Christmas, I still recall, because after that one single episode, I NEVER WANT TO WEAR IT AGAIN.
In the words of a very blunt and honest male species (no, this time not Des).. "Oh Cindy! That's part of your dress! From far when I didn't know it's you I thought who's that person wearing a piece of plastic."
!!!!
Update as at 10.52pm: MISSION ABORTED. Can't be bothered with the clothes. Welcome to Cindy's Fickle-Minded Ever-Changing world of PMS!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:03 pm
The Story of Dove Vader and Love Vander
I have a knack for jumping on the bandwagon a little too late.
Same goes for Lord Of The Rings.
Same goes for the sudden out of nowhere craze over PSP, attributed to my better half, Des.
I know all of you have met Vader, but you have yet to meet his little friend called Dove.
Here's a nice pic of Vader's butt
Some of you asked, so I'd settle your curiousity once and for all. Vader IS a limited edition PSP. It's not a sticker, though I'm sure if you bothered to look you can find similar Darth Vader Stickers to stick on. But then with this being a Star Wars recognised PSP, the Vader outline is actually 'sealed' within. Which means its under the PSP shiney part..
Wow. How do I explain. . . Like.. if you use your fingernail or coin to scratch at it, it WON'T come out!
Dove is, as you can guess, a little PSP. A little white PSP.
Apologies since I haven't got a photo of it, but basically, Dove looks just like Love.
And then you reach the point of going to pull out your hair soon. Who's Dove? What Love?
Love.. is the mini and ultra cute companion of MY PSP, Vanda. :D
As you can so obviously guess without even using your brain.. Vanda is a Lavender Purple PSP.
Here's a Pic of Love & Vanda...
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:40 am
Claire's Wedding Photos leh?
Monday, January 19, 2009
After years of courtship, months of preparation and weeks of sleepless night, Claire's wedding was finally over. The whole dinner thing was extremely fun though. Claire was busy as hell but then we were still having a great time there too.
I, being the camera-woman, was signaling to the group of UWA-mates.
"Okay, look here, I'm going to take liao ar... One *hand signals 1*.... Two *hand signals 2* SNAP"
Photo was taken.
And then when I previewed the photo, I almost died from laughter because I realised that my own hand that was signaling the photo-taking countdown had also been captured in!
Unfortunately, the photos, as I've mentioned earlier, are not uploaded yet.
To share with all of you, here's a pic of our pretty bride and groom:
I thought that their photo was absolutely cute!! If I had the chance, I would definitely want to hold a little photo-shoot at Ikea as well :) ...
OK, SHUT UP! I ALREADY KNOW WHAT SOME OF YOU ARE GOING TO SAY!
Very jia lat.
Anyway, to those who went and brought their cams along, Sunday night already also no photos uploaded. Week days even more don't need to say liao. Sure even more busy with work de.
But.. not me.
Tomorrow, my plans are to bathe a very smelly Chubby, and draw my infamous CNY greetings on red paper to hang up in the house as part of the CNY decor! I will definitely take a photo of it once I'm done!~
Today, I accompanied Des to buy some clothes for CNY. We went to Parkway. Mum and I had earlier thronged the desserted corridors of Singapore Expo on a weekday in one of the halls for the Great Robinsons' Sale. I tell you, Robinson's Sales @ Expo are so worth it that you really SHOULD take a day off just to go there on a weekday.
It was damn shiock lah! Lots of empty car park lots, absolutely no cashier queue, and nobody brushing up against you, elbow to elbow.
Mum whacked like, close to 6 pieces of G2000 tops that were going at a mere $6 each! In her words "Don't fit also never mind! $6 only!"
It's weird. You may NOT celebrate CNY. You may not house-hop. But the buying new clothes thing is a definite MUST.
What other time of the year is best? Ok, other than during the Great Singapore Sale where many people go berserk.. but not all buy clothes only right?
Anyway, it's a weird innate thing... that human beings are always drawn to crowds.
You know.. You already KNOW that Orchard Road is always packed and yet you still go there anyway to squeeze with the rest.
Now, this is one thing I don't understand. I, for one, can flaunt of my nearly flawless record.
After spending a total of ONE countdown along the roads of Orchard Road 6 years ago, I tell you now that I will not do so anymore. Ever. In my life. EVER.
I can still recall vividly. It was that fateful night with Fang and Yin. Let me assure all that taking a cab home is not a problem. The thing was many people would not want to go home that early in the first place (when I say early, I mean 1+AM in the morning).
The problem, however, was payment.
I was still using my purplish JPG wallet and it was overflowing with party ribbons that had somehow gotten into my bag as well! Needless to say, I had a hell of a time trying to dig out cash from the 'full' wallet (full with the wrong thing!).
That was the problem with going home late after having tons of absolute strangers spray party ribbons at you.
Now, for car owners, do you know what is the problem with going home late?
Apparently, if you live around the quaint and cosy Queen's Close area....
And you're driving a black car, a colour which retains heat much better than compared to others.....
And then you come home late so the engine is still cooling off...
You get visitors.
Yes.
Visitors.
Guess who?
Don't have to go far....
One of my favourites... and you know when I say favourite, I seldom refer to human beings....
Check out the neat evidence that we only discovered when it was very very late!:
Meow!
Cute right? HAHAHA! And from the looks of it, there was clearly more than one cat that was enjoying the heated car.
Let's talk about cows too, since year 2009 is the year of the Ox. Okay, Ox sounds better than cow. Like.. Mooooo~~~
You know right beside Parkway there is this hawker centre that very often holds those pasar malams right?
Needless to say, there is one right now. With the festive season closing in on us, it was the most opportune time to make money.
I heard from Mum that there are pineapple tarts going at $25.00 for 50pcs! That's like WTF? For us, we make them. So only those who are priviledged get to taste them :D
Yes, peepz. I may very well be holding a Black Jack gathering soon at my place. It will be announced through Facebook Event (that application ROX). However, as per last year's turn-out, I may need to put a maximum bet limit on it.
Okay, thing is, there were countless CNY decorations on sale there too. And then I came across a Ox softoy that I absolutely HAD to buy.
Simply because it was IRRESISTABLE!
Here's a pic of it:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:30 am
春风它吻上了我的脸
Friday, January 16, 2009
Man, was it windy the past few days. Counting the times my door had slammed thanks to the blast of wind sweeping through Singapore these days, I'm quite surprised that the wood has not splintered at all.
I check my door quite frequently now.
Anyway, the past CNYs we have encountered, I really don't remember it being THAT windy.
Thus, this has shown that one of my favourite CNY song has indeed come true:
春风它吻上了我的脸, 告诉我现在是春天 虽然是春光,无限好 只怕那春光老去在眼前..
In very poor translation to English:
Spring wind kiss my face, hinting that it's Spring <-- I can't imagine I made such a good song sound like that...
Although it's Springtime, with boundless.. good? <-- *sadistic laughter*
It's a pity to see Spring slip by like that. But of course, since it's in Mandarin, it's written in the more dramatic way of something along the lines of: too bad Spring is growing old in front of our eyes.
There you go. I'd never do that translation thing again. For fear of you all puking blood on your computer monitors. It's SPRINGcleaning time. Have you wiped your monitor yet?
I found a fantastic 1956 Version by a girl whose name I cannot read. I think it's Tao Li or something?
Oops. Just double-checked with Yin. She says it's Yao. So behind is my confirmation that it is a Li. Yao Li.
ENJOY!:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:42 pm
Michael Jackson.. *Owwww~* & My Nemesis, Vader
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A bird that has watched too many moonwalking videos:
Now, you know it's ridiculous but I've been spending alot of time on the computer these days. Not just facebook and MSN-ing, mind you.
I've been tending to a shop. I shall go into further details later because tending to the shop is not requiring as much of my time as Vader.
What Vader? Vader, who?
DARTH Vader. You know? The asthma black helmet guy in Star Wars who tells Luke Skywalker: "Luke, wa si lin lao pei..."
I've got to tell you, I recently discovered from the affiliated shops that the new batch of PSP is anti-hack. Which means cannot modified. Which means, cannot download pirated games.
So please get one while you still can.
I believe this news has resulted in the inflation of prices for the old sets, so expect to pay $300 end to over $400 for your old set of PSP. And please, make sure it really is an OLD set.
Well, Vader is. And not only that, Vader comes with the legit and original Star Wars Renegade Squadron game which I have mastered.
This is Vader boy
One thing I haven't mastered was trying to kill Darth Vader.
I've never thought that he would become a character I would fear so much because in the game he deals so much damage to me! I mean, my character.
It got to the point that, when we are on the battlefield and I see his signature striking red lightsabre from miles away, I would turn-tail and RUN FOR MY LIFE.
And to make things worse, he always comes straight FOR ME. Not Han Solo who was supposed to be my team leader.
I think this is some sort of game bug that the creators ought to tweak a little.
It got so bad that in the ensuing nights, I had nightmares about this red light sabre-welding character coming after me.
Now, on to the shop.
Who am I kidding? It's actually a computer game where you have to tend to a shop. A salon. And the ultimate goal is to bring it all the way to Hollywood! :D
That's not easy, considering that I started out as an average shop with average facilities in a typical neighbourhood Mall, and then slowly moving into the city, and subsequently into vacation areas like Ski Resorts and such.
My current status is located at some fanciful beach whereas my previous shop space was actually in a 5-Star hotel called The Ritz!
Now this is not easy and is a great test of your reflexes. If you are interested can let me know I can share the game with you *winkz* because I may have completed it already by the time some of you are reading this.
Game name? Sally's Salon.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:59 pm
Fish Tank Lelong
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Welcome to Cindy's Blog. The Ever-Full-of-Weird-Deals place.
Today's highlight is a 3 feet fish tank inclusive of the stand/cabinet. Very useful for hiding your powerful filters in it.
It's been cleared out now, obviously, and with the lights off, even I have to admit it looks kinda pathetic.
But in its days of glory, it used to be a magnificent little planted tank with scores of tetras swimming about it.
PS: Pardon the blurry photo. They were taken up to 4 years ago with lousy handphone cameras.
In fact, I remember Dad throwing a blue crayfish in as well. The little bugger did nothing more than mess up and deroot plants, making my poor Dad having to replant the victims every morning before he goes off to work. Not only that, little crayfish also makes 'piles' of gravel. One week it'd be two here, next week it'd be five there.
He did make the tank alot more interesting to watch because there were such changes to note.
Below is a more recent photo of the tank before we cleared it up. The last occupants were a couple of very cute and friendly angel fishes. I was abit saddened to come home and find the tank empty all of a sudden. Dad made it seem like it was no chore at all to find homes for the fishes, pump out the water, clear the gravel, and remove the filters and CO2 tank. I am absolutely amazed.
Please excuse my cousin sleeping while pulling on his toes. I don't know how can anyone sleep like that. But anyway, please shift your focus to the right side of the picture where you can view the splendour of our previously occupied tank.
Wow. After typing so much I realised I haven't put the most important thing yet.
THE PRICE.
If you're interested, the tank is FOC to friends and family. The catch... is that.. transport is not provided. Please solve it yourself.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:35 pm
Antique Photo Lost & Found
I bet in a million years, unless you were from my family, you have absolutely no idea who these people are...
Here's a obvious until cannot be more obvious hint....
Amazing how one's features changes when one grows older. Weird thing is, for me, whenever I go to gatherings on my mother's side (like her who's who's who's wedding), everyone knows that I'm her daughter because according to them, I look exactly like her when she was young.
... and I thought people said I looked like my father more.
In the antique photo, the guy on the top right is actually my Dua Pek who passed away 8 years ago. Amazing how fate deals its hand with us.
CNY is coming soon. Don't always use reading my blog as an excuse. Go clean up your room and do something more productive. HAHAHA!
Dear Claire, we're all looking forward to this Saturday *wink winks*. We'd tie Charlie up if we have to, to make sure he doesn't do an encore.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:01 pm
For the benefit of those who haven't seen Shreky before...
Monday, January 12, 2009
What a blardy long title.
It's inexcusable, you know.. the way I haven't been updating this blog.
It's been a very nice long break for me. I don't know if it can be considered a well-deserved break. And of all times, it happened just when the economy is said to be going into a recession.
Oh yea.. I've heard this on radio before and would like to share with all of you.
Do you know the difference between Recession and Depression?
Bet you don't!
A Recession is when everyone lose their job.
A Depression is when you lose yours.
HAHAHAHAHAHA... Yes. I heard it on AM Mayhem. They never fail to make me laugh and if they ever come across this blog by some kind of warped coincidence or another.. I would like to thank them from the bottom of my heart for making my morning journey to work an extremely enjoyable one :)
It's like a good start to the.. well.. start of the day.
Which is why I feel that morning shows on radios ought to comprise of very powerful Deejays who really can crack people up.
Remember Spidey whom I mentioned in my last post? He got exchanged away and a new one came right?
Due to me being a creature of habit, I have decided to name the 2nd bird... Shreky II.
Pronounced Shreky-Too. Since, well, I can't keep a Cockatoo for very logical reasons of them screaming away too much, I may as well name one of my birds a something-Too.
Cockatoos are the most lovable parrots around in my opinion. Of course, minus off their out-of-nowhere screaming and their sudden mood swings that may tear your nose from your face if you're not careful enough. Other than that, they love to be cuddled and scratched at their necks.
If you walk past a bird shop and come across a Too on a stand, it most probably is a tame one (but don't take my word for it!). Pretend to reach out a hand and make some gentle scratching action.
More often than not you see the fella leaning towards you with its head tilted at an angle so you can scratch the sides of its neck, or its cheeks where the ears are situated closely.
Ultra cute.
Every morning without fail, except when I was in Genting and when I was so sick I could not get out of bed without puking during Christmas (actually, I puked ON my bed too).. I cleaned their cage, replaced their food and water, and add on Shreky's favourite Papaya fruit.
With the addition of Shreky II, I find myself saying in a stupid irritating high-pitch 'baby language' voice: Shreky II ~~ I love you too!!..
Yea. As if the bird loved me in the first place *insert Cindy's sad face here*.
One thing I would like to mention for sure is that Shreky has an ultimate love.. for papaya.
Be it for parrots or whatever birds, as long as you are able to tell which is their favourite food, is a large step towards getting them to like you, well, you know, since they associate you with their favourite food.
However, don't blame me if your birds bite you because they see you WITHOUT their favourite food.
It took me quite some time to train Shreky to take food from my hand. I started out with glucose water because it was really sweet and impossible to reject. Then when I realised his love for grapes and papaya, the bait was switched.
Shreky is usually much more excited about his papaya than this. He was either camera-shy, or feeling weird because I seldom feed him papaya at the air-well. I don't do it at the air-well because you could see the sky from there and he gets quite tensed because he knows that's a place where stray birds could come in and attack he knows that because some mynahs entered from there to eat Chubby's leftovers!
You can replay the video again and see him staring upwards most of the time.
This papaya-feeding was usually carried out on the dining table much to my mother's protest.
Oh, and you should see it when they eat orange too. I have never seen an animal eat an orange like that.
Parrots tend to be more messy. They tear orange out and eat the whole thing down.
Putehs, however, or rather, Shreky and Shreky-Too.. poke the orange.
You know within an orange there are alot of like fibre things containing the actual juice? Well they poke through these fibre 'packages' to suck at the juice inside.
So the following day when I clear the orange skin, I find that there is a great part of fibre still left whereas all the pulps are drained out already.
How interesting!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:10 pm
Wii!!!
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Anyone got Wii lobang let me know :)
Anyway, I want to scold whoever decided the price for local sets of Wii. What? Think Singaporeans very rich is it?
There is a way out of many, if not all, situations. We just buy imported sets and mod it. A$$holes!!
I would like to add a special little mention here about a Puteh that I kept for a few days.
His name is Spidey. Yes. As in Spider that Spidey.
Well if you thought it's funny, I originally wanted to call it Kan Cheong Spider.
The way it sings is so fast that Shreky pales in comparison. It's like a little machine gun pooting out bullets. Yea. Pooting. Hahaha!!!
Spidey was actually trapped by some other guy. I don't know his name. Des exchanged X with him for Spidey.
Since I'm jobless right now, Spidey was passed to me for foster care.
I liked Spidey. So did Shreky.
At first when Des hinted of regret, I ignored him totally.
One Saturday, Des called me and said: I'm reaching already! Bring Spidey out, I later then explain to you!
I did. I held Spidey's cage, walked towards Ivan and opened Ivan's door.
"What for?" I asked.
Des said "I'm bringing him back to exchange *SLAM*...
I turned around and walked back with Spidey's cage.
But then again, it was after all Des' decision. Spidey went back to the previous owner and we got back.. um.. well I haven't named the new fella yet.
One thing's for sure, the new guy LOVES the sun. I hung it under the sun on purpose just now and the little green guy opened up his wings to welcome the sun while moving them left to right, right to left like doing some sort of good weather dance.
Ultra cute!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:33 pm
Wildest Hen Party In My Life
Sunday, January 04, 2009
And just for the record, it belonged to Claire Lin's, who will be getting married 2 weeks later. Hey, I don't know why but I haven't received the invite by post :(
After this shocker, I'm beginning to wonder if my heart could allow me to attend another one similarly wild.
Not just about whether my heart can take it. It's also about whether Lady Luck would be on my side the next time.
If you had seen the videos you would be shocked at the level of punishment inflicted on the losing team.
Needless to say, yours truly is able to blog out about this because I had been in the winning team.. the people who were spared from the embarassment.
But then again, let me commend on the losers because they were really sporting. I mean I wouldn't have carried out any of the dare. Like.. even with the help of alcohol, I would probably drop down dead in deep slumber, rather than do things like kissing another person of the same sex. French kissing, actually. But with Jeryd's greatest protest, it was reduced to mere 'lips-touching'....
Jeryd was on the verge of crying (either that or its the alcohol's effect cos some people become more 'teary-eyed' after consuming alcohol) because he really doesn't want to have anything to do with Charlie at that moment in time. But, bro, kudos to you for having gone through it.
Charlie looked disturbingly enthu about the whole thing though. Maybe you should keep your distance from him. Ahem.. well.. you know...
But then again, if there are any girls out there interested in Charlie, allow us to clarify once and for all, Charlie IS straight. Please do not let this isolated incident spoil your impression of him (hard not to).
Then there was this other forfeit where Ceci had to pass beverage to .. who else.. but Charlie again. See, I told you the guy is straight.
Unfortunately, Ceci was abit panicky, if you had witnessed the actual happening, she sorta spit into his mouth because a trail of the cocktail dripped down to the back of his neck.
These were just two of the 5 very jia lat ones.
I know I've talked alot about Charlie because this fella gave one hell of a performance that most of us will not forget for a very, very long time!
Check this out:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:34 pm
Ahh Choo!!
Friday, January 02, 2009
Just when you think I ought to be having (another) time of my life enjoying myself, I'm having a huge headache.
Something I must share with you: once you feel the oncomings of a major flu (stuffy nose, repeated sneezing, HEADACHE), get rid of it asap by consuming my favourite food in the world: raw garlic.
Yes.
Raw.
Add them into the soup or instant noodles if you hate it so much.
Gosh I love garlic!!!
Share with all of you a video of a sneezing Panda :)
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:47 pm
Happy 2009
Thursday, January 01, 2009
My greatest apologies for not updating for such an awful long time.
Apparently I came down with something major, suspected gastric flu, but feels more like food poisoning kind of thing. As I've told many of you before and I'm going to say it again, even Dengue wasn't as bad as this. Just imagine that!
I must add to all of you who turned up that day that, it was a downright pity we didn't make it to Ubin this year AGAIN. I'm so sorry but I can't help with the stupid bad timing, especially when most parts of the year I survived without even a visit to the doctor and it all just had to happen at this important end of the year festive season.
Even then, I did enjoy myself thoroughly during Christmas at Val's with all of you guys. In sickness and health, I enjoyed myself. Oh yea, and thank you for finishing my dish as well.
Over the years, none of my dishes had been finished and this one was, just as I was too sick to eat any food and too sick to realise I added too much salt into the dish. For those of you who weren't there, I cooked broccoli and scallops ;)
Sounds good? Well, it is!
The only thing was that I forgot to take a photo of it. 1/2 way through the meal it disappeared from sight already.
We also said a great hello to Hany, one of the without-fail attendees year after year, who was stuck in Liverpool. Ok, stuck is not the correct term. Stranded neither.
Thanks to the advancement of technology, we could 'see' each other very clearly though with a very slight lag. On her end, she took a photo of us on the computer too, though all of us were screaming different instructions at the same time regarding how to take a screenshot. Instructions which she conveniently ignored since we can't really do a thing about it what with her being so far away.
To begin with, yesterday was the last day I was with the company I was part-timing for. Ok, now that I've finished my short stint with them, am I allowed to say the company's name now?
Ok. It's called Zone. Some of you may have known it one way or another, bus ads, or even use their service for international calls to your LDR partners (Long Distance Relationships).
I thought it's really cool, you know. Because they call themselves Zoners. Sounds like a damn gung-ho thing.
Anyway, now that I'm jobless and have almost hardly anything to do the whole day... here's a short clip of Val and Lex dancing together courtesy of Wii. Makes me all the more want to go and buy one. HAHAHA!!
