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s t a r m | s t September 29th, 2006

Hello friend, congratulations and may you two embark on a wonderful and meaningful journey together. You look spiffy in your white suit.

Hello ex-supervisor, the last time I saw you was - when? - at your working partner’s wedding and we barely spoken because we were at separate tables. This time, we were still placed at separate tables but the fifteen minutes at the lobby sure made a difference. I miss your dry sarcastic humour.

Hello girl, you look gorgeous as always, and slimmer too. It was funny how you ‘hijacked’ our table and threw things out of order but I’m glad you were there, else it wouldn’t be that fun, and we wouldn’t have the chance to catch up.

Hello ex-supervisor, you gave me the biggest shock tonight. My memories of you froze at those times when the three of us went out for site surveys, when you were this bubbly chatty young adult stressing over each and every case, and then of you wearing that beautiful purple gown and getting wedded to your other half. And look! Now you are [very heavily] pregnant and you still do not look a day over 25.

Hello team leader, everytime I see you, you look exactly the same. How is it that time didn’t age you?

Hello ex-ladyboss. Wow, you remembered me. Should I feel flattered or apprehensive? Even though I do not see you in the same lowly-part-timer-to-top-management light now, I am still filled with respect for you.

Hello you, you and you. I’m sorry I cannot remember all your names, but your faces are definitely familiar. Got a headache from cracking my brains trying to guess your names. But see, just because I do not remember your names does not mean that you are forgotten.

Hello Mr Nice Guy, talking to you has always been enjoyable because you are funny, good-natured, comfortable with me, and well, I am comfortable with you too. I have always thought of you as the personification of a perfect husband because of the way you are, and I can so imagine how you treat your wife. I’m surprised you remembered that I was supposed to send you the photographs we took together during the last wedding [but forgot. oops.].

Hello friend, what? You got a child? When did that happen? Her name is really sweet, wonder if she has inherited her mother’s big sparkly eyes and her dad’s pleasant smile?

Hello friend, you have a child too?? What’s with all the child-bearing among you girls these days? You are still as thin as a stick, and your husband still look.. younger than me.

Hello friend, still a not-being-deliberate lady-killer you. I saw it in her eyes when we spoke. Your charm lies in your friendliness and helpfulness and sincerity, methink. Enjoyed your company, as usual.

Hello you. I stopped short for a split second when I first caught sight of you. It’s been a long time coming. You look.. older. More mature. Bigger. But the things I remember, they are still there - your soulful crow’s feet eyes, the creases on your face, your sad sweet smile. Once you were such a big part of my life, now we are passing strangers. A smile, and then that’s it. Hello you.

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s t a r m | s t September 28th, 2006

My dad was asking my brother about some video conference / conversation thingie when I returned home fifteen minutes ago. He was walking back and forth from the desktop in the hall to his laptop in his room, making me wonder what new IT gadgets or programs he has discovered and was having trouble using.

I logged on to my msn and only to receive a notification that he [my dad] has added me on his new. msn. account.

Horrors.

Next he’ll be blogging and linking my blog [which no family members except sister knows about] to his.

Horrors, O horrors.

The expression on my face must be something like this now.

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s t a r m | s t September 25th, 2006

As expected, Hady won… (I didn’t say it’s a bad thing!)

but nvm, Jon, you are still my Singapore Idol!

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s t a r m | s t September 24th, 2006

There’s always some reason
to feel not good enough,
and it’s hard, at the end of the day.I need some distraction,
Oh, beautiful release.
Memories seep from my veins.
Let me be empty,
Oh, and weightless,
And maybe I’ll find some peace tonight.

It’s not easy for me too…

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s t a r m | s t September 21st, 2006

Many people who know me but not well enough think that I am this strong, independent, need nobody, want nobody, nonchalant, out-going kind of woman.

But the truth is, I’m not. Never was.

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s t a r m | s t September 20th, 2006

If I cannot….

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s t a r m | s t September 19th, 2006

I want to write about my reflections for ANIC but have been working so hard and stressing so much over work these days that my brain just shut down the moment I reach home. Just thinking of all the ANIC photos to post up and all the emotions that will run through me is enough to drive me to do something more mindless. Like starting on Inuyasha. And getting hooked on Inuyasha. And watching Inuyasha til I almost became late for work. Ahem.

Naruto, Bleach, and now Inuyasha. Horrors, I foresee lots of ‘dazing in front of laptop’ time [not that I weren’t already doing that. *cough*]. Already, I’m taken by an adorable sweetie in Inuyasha. His name is Shippo and he’s a young fox.

Very cutteeee right?? I like his expression when he does his dramatic ‘argh!!’ or whenever he scolds Inuyasha ‘baka!’.

Anyway, I digress. -_-”

Some of you may remember Mr SGH whom I blogged about some time back. Not too long ago, I decided to be nice and unblock most of the people on my blocked list [6 or 7 only, I’m not that dao!] and he was one of the unblocked few. Mistake. See, sometimes I leave my laptop running through the night, but my msn nick will note ’sleep’ in case anyone think I am ignoring them when I do not reply their messages. For the past 6 nights when I left my laptop running, I woke up to one introductory ‘Hi’ and then 10 nudges [you know, that irritating function from msn that you use to irritate people with] from him. Per night. Doesn’t he understand the word ’sleep’? Last night, it was something different.

My nick: S t a R m | s T - would you lie with me and just forget the world? [a line from the romantic song ‘Chasing Cars’.]
His answer [after the introductory ‘Hi’]: I’d lie with you and forget the world for sure.. Heh.

WHY does EVERYTHING he say sounds so WRONG??

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s t a r m | s t September 16th, 2006

Last year tonight, the four of us went to Chinablack. He met a friend who worked there and we got ourselves a bottle of chivas [?] at a discounted price. While he and the younger one, the seasoned clubbers, went to get the bottle, the older one draped her arm over my shoulders and declared that she was high - from a glass of vodka ribena. The bottle came, we downed the drinks, a little faster than our usual. We tried to get the two September babies drunk by piling them with glass after glass of concentrated concortion, while I piled the older one with water because she was getting very high too fast. We laughed, we drank, we played, we danced. I got a little high too - with that amount of drinks, who wouldn’t? As they watched, we half-danced, half-hugged. Way too close, but not in the least uncomfortable. There was a peck, was it a conscious one? The night went deeper. We danced more with one another. He suddenly turned and did a Merlion on the table, I cut my finger on glass, the rest reared back from the dripping liquid. His friends brought him to the Gents, we girls went to the Ladies. After the toilet breaks, we decided to call it a night. The older one was sent back in a cab, I went into his friend’s car with him - all the westsiders, sort of. While travelling, the younger one called me to say she was walking to Takashimaya to withdraw money [!] and we spoke for a long time til she was safely in a cab on the way home.

It was one crazy night. It was one fun night.

I miss the camaraderie, I miss being with you guys.

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s t a r m | s t September 14th, 2006

Let me play the half-crazed, totally devoted fan for a while [he is really very good. plus, he looks like JRL and Takashi Kaneshiro] - Jon’s sizzling, intense rendition of Chasing Cars.

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s t a r m | s t September 13th, 2006

While retrieving a call from the top of an overhead bridge last Tuesday, my careless clumsy fingers did a class act and caused my mobile to go bouncebouncebounce and clatterclatterclatter all the way down the flight of steps leading to the hard concrete ground several metres below.

Ouch.

I went argh.. arghh… argghh… [in sync with the clattering] and then half-screamed bloooooooodddyyyyy heeeeeellllll…. from behind a horrified MangO and an amused Ahdai. -_-” I think my heart may have thudded along with the mobile for that couple of seconds.

It tragically went into a coma thereafter [the battery refused to be charged]. And I was handphone-less for the next few days, which made me feel really crippled.

So, I got myself a new phone.

And no, [sadly] it’s not the Chocolate… I want the best even if it doesn’t look beautiful, sue me.

From a friend who thought the worst of me - “Don’t bluff… You just pushed it off the bridge to get your choco phone. You murderer.“

Addendum: Please sms / email me your numbers and name cos I have lost all contacts.

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