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..｡o○☆*ﾟ 【 novie noviez 】 ﾟ*☆○oо｡..
Saturday, August 30, 2008
all donations will go to the berlin handicapped bear fund!!Saturday, August 23, 2008
mood: reticent
feel like my golden retriever now who needs oodles of love attention and cuddling. i guess when you're sick you feel sorry for yourself and demand for that extra bit of tlc....this reminds me of my current status and why i shouldn't be whining about it since i brought it upon myself. ok so the headlines these days had the whole office talking about making babies and pm lee encouraging singles to go out more. i'm slurring here together with a congested brain and dripping mucus pls bear with my incoherence.
my frens had been encouraging me to go out more since the dawn of time? heck! i don't need the govt's call at this era to make new friends. it's equivalent to a parent nagging at you and you know most children don't take it well. i admit i do have this adverse reaction to social gatherings speed lunches and the other sdu activities. no sorry it's not only a reaction. it's a primeval reflex of sorts. what's not tohate abhor? potentially awkward situations, cold air, self introductory, dressing up in uncomfortable gear & facing possibly the last person on earth that you would want to chat with. just for the sake of finding your soulmate no no a companion to spend the rest of your life. abit pathetic eh? riiight says the person stuck home alone on a saturday evening, sick and still blogging away.
that doesn't sound convincing but truly...i have absolutely nothing against the artificial method of seeking for love. it's the whole gimmick of selling love right-in-your-face kind of manner this SUPERficial-ness that's making me squirm. maybe i'm a romantic at heart and brought up watching 'when harry met sally'. nothing in life is premeditated that's why when one falls into love you take a plunge right in. you don't need nothing else to fix you up. besides the deliberately arranged set-up dates which makes me *i dunno abt you* feel like a primate ready to mate and the other thing i detest most? it's the 'appraisal time' where pple size you up just because you happen to be single and available.
this takes place at those unbelievable impromptu get-together sessions where you hang out with friend's friends and get introduced to new friends and start scrutinizing if 'oops are they qualified material?' then you take out a check list and go
'single?' check!
decent job? check!
clothes sense? check!
humorous but not lame? check!
non-smoker healthy gums? check!
brand of watch? check!
clean underwear *ahem* socks? check!
for guys things are much easier...
great legs! next!
now seriously. i don't like to be assessed thank you very much. boring me would rather hang out with old friends chill talk crap than to make small talk and get to know someone all over again. maybe it's a mid-life crisis thing heh. i find it so tedious having to get used to someone else's 'pace' and find out what makes them tick. then again i'm extremely indignant as to why i have to try portray myself to someone who vaguely knew my existence barely 5 minutes ago. hang on...regardless of the best behaviour i put on or being my natural self i would still be 'judged' by the image i put across to anyone in a meal's time. because WE are at this age it almost seems like a prerequisite to evaluate every single person we meet. i know some of you may say 'bah it's nothing just treat it as making friends to widen your circle'. but no lor coconut *'cuse the language* don't tell me you don't do it! it's freaking human nature and stop being in denial. if i may add in serving up the cold hard truth everybody else is assessing everyone. come'on we're all adults. i'd like to reinstate the fact that i absolutely hate being treated like a bloody commodity.
i know my argument's not very strong. you say isn't that what pple do when they first meet hence called firstassessment *ahem* impression. before anyone got swept off their feet they go through this very same process of getting to know one another! of coz i can somehow grasp that notion *rolls eye* but it's the whole selectivity system which i am nitpicking. the routine of 'elimination method' which we are all too familiar with in MCQs sadly applies in the real world as well. 'he's not good enough for me' 'she's trying too hard' 'he's not a christian yadda yadda yadda....' i will attempt to offer more perspectives if it continues bugging me eventually but for now trying to type & breathe at the same time with a terribly blocked nose is relatively hard work and i shall leave it as it is. *look i am trying to tug at your sympathy strings here*
so this probably makes me the last standing idiosyncratic girl around. you see it's abit of a contradictory my world. a paradox which i created. because effectively i will have zilch chances of meeting anyone new which kinda narrows down my prerogatives to find the one. it's hilarious ain't it? this dilemma i've put myself in...i'm just sort of half expecting someone to kindly drop on my lap any minute now.
my frens had been encouraging me to go out more since the dawn of time? heck! i don't need the govt's call at this era to make new friends. it's equivalent to a parent nagging at you and you know most children don't take it well. i admit i do have this adverse reaction to social gatherings speed lunches and the other sdu activities. no sorry it's not only a reaction. it's a primeval reflex of sorts. what's not to
that doesn't sound convincing but truly...i have absolutely nothing against the artificial method of seeking for love. it's the whole gimmick of selling love right-in-your-face kind of manner this SUPERficial-ness that's making me squirm. maybe i'm a romantic at heart and brought up watching 'when harry met sally'. nothing in life is premeditated that's why when one falls into love you take a plunge right in. you don't need nothing else to fix you up. besides the deliberately arranged set-up dates which makes me *i dunno abt you* feel like a primate ready to mate and the other thing i detest most? it's the 'appraisal time' where pple size you up just because you happen to be single and available.
this takes place at those unbelievable impromptu get-together sessions where you hang out with friend's friends and get introduced to new friends and start scrutinizing if 'oops are they qualified material?' then you take out a check list and go
'single?' check!
decent job? check!
clothes sense? check!
humorous but not lame? check!
non-smoker healthy gums? check!
brand of watch? check!
clean underwear *ahem* socks? check!
for guys things are much easier...
great legs! next!
now seriously. i don't like to be assessed thank you very much. boring me would rather hang out with old friends chill talk crap than to make small talk and get to know someone all over again. maybe it's a mid-life crisis thing heh. i find it so tedious having to get used to someone else's 'pace' and find out what makes them tick. then again i'm extremely indignant as to why i have to try portray myself to someone who vaguely knew my existence barely 5 minutes ago. hang on...regardless of the best behaviour i put on or being my natural self i would still be 'judged' by the image i put across to anyone in a meal's time. because WE are at this age it almost seems like a prerequisite to evaluate every single person we meet. i know some of you may say 'bah it's nothing just treat it as making friends to widen your circle'. but no lor coconut *'cuse the language* don't tell me you don't do it! it's freaking human nature and stop being in denial. if i may add in serving up the cold hard truth everybody else is assessing everyone. come'on we're all adults. i'd like to reinstate the fact that i absolutely hate being treated like a bloody commodity.
i know my argument's not very strong. you say isn't that what pple do when they first meet hence called first
so this probably makes me the last standing idiosyncratic girl around. you see it's abit of a contradictory my world. a paradox which i created. because effectively i will have zilch chances of meeting anyone new which kinda narrows down my prerogatives to find the one. it's hilarious ain't it? this dilemma i've put myself in...i'm just sort of half expecting someone to kindly drop on my lap any minute now.
posted by novie @ 3:16 PM
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Sunday, August 17, 2008
a trip to ulu-ness
*disclaimer* all my photos will be of lower quality and blurred from now on due to the new walkman phone! coz cannot focus already la...
behold! a trip to ulu choa chu kang where i nearly ended up at jb ^_^ my chef fren prepared a feast for moi (ok i forgive you for not having steamed crabs)
ta-dah! think the crab turned out to be steamed cake instead T~T celebrating peiming's b'day in advance haha
yisan's latest adoption
her own singapore flyer...
this woman went hokkaido lor and shopped like mad coz apparently it's summer sale!! *so so envious*
but it's ok i got consolation prizes!! she spoils me so （ё_ё）
posted by novie @ 9:18 PM
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Saturday, August 16, 2008
Baby Shower for dah Mummy!
guess who is who when they were tiny tots! ok before i plunge into the main topic..
oh look teatime at paragon's shimbashi soba @ $6! i had my fav salmon yukke tho' =]
the passionate teacher kua who mobilised us and led the whole sting operation
the ever enthus'ed students in practically worshiping mode...
uh-oh looks like i shouldn't have had that last piece of chicken..
hmmm we shld ration the paper in view of escalating costs..2 sheets per trip can?
ok you pass the toilet paper test! next!
*warning* peach BB food tastes horrid!
ha! recognise us after almost 29 friggin' years of self preservation??
posted by novie @ 11:08 PM
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Friday, August 08, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
btw which yardstick are you using?
i think everyone is entitled to be judgemental after all we are made in the likeness of god. no? he who created the day of reckoning decides how we should live our lives? ok may be stretching it a little...but the point is we tend to judge others more than ourselves. we may be self-critical however we do cut ourselves more slack. it's basically called double standards when we apply 1 standard on ourselves/our friends/our family and measure others on the ISO scale. so how do things like this ever work out? my years as a support member of any team has taught me well to observe first question later. i can form my own opinions on the way things work and how it should work and try to make them work my way in the end. i can form my own opinions on the people i work with and not get carried away with the character bashing. i can measure anyone with my own yardstick but it should be the only one. i'm not sure if i am the right person to offer sound advice or humbled sentiments but i'd still voice them out. i would also like to give people the benefit of the doubt....
btw a PA is totally entitled to bitch about given more work (that's not within our jobscope we think) even though there's nothing much to do except chat on msn and surf. look we have nothing against you, the work delegator but there's a thin line between the support we're giving and the support you think we ought to give. it's our rights! *angie take cue*
btw a PA is totally entitled to bitch about given more work (that's not within our jobscope we think) even though there's nothing much to do except chat on msn and surf. look we have nothing against you, the work delegator but there's a thin line between the support we're giving and the support you think we ought to give. it's our rights! *angie take cue*
posted by novie @ 9:51 AM
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Friday, August 01, 2008
life is like a blog
i know i know another long entry but i was told never to ignore that little voice in my head so there....
My lack of blogging has no direct correlation to my otherwise mundane life. No seriously. Life is like a blog. There’s only so much passion one can immerse himself in living. When I started blogging, I was regularly updating my entries and consciously thinking of things to blog. Boh liao pictures to upload. Topics I can write about (as if I had a newspaper column). When things get busy and I don’t plunk myself in front of the mac too much, I try to make an effort to create post-dated entries. Then the inspiration to blog starts to die down bit by bit. I don’t exude enthusiasm in posting every damn shot I take. Maybe you can call it quality control. I skip updating for a few weeks and find that I didn’t have to explain myself to anyone should I want to stop blogging for a while. After procrastinating, I picked up that momentum once again. But never with the same eagerness. Abit like life eh.
You start with naivety and zest. Novelty is refreshing and you love everything the world has to offer. Sometimes your life passes in a blur, without much time to ponder and appreciate the finer stuff. Sometimes, time takes its toll on you and you feel discontentment. You pause for a moment but life still goes on. Yes the same way your entry may be unrecorded but the blog remains open to anyone with an internet connection. Very soon you realize you are nothing extraordinary (because there are better blogs out there with flash enabled themes which earn $ / freebies together with the fame duh) and life suddenly seems lacking. You get sucked into dreary monotonous routine mode and you hate your life with a vengeance refusing to participate in it. You can try to break free but usually it’s too troublesome. Something holds you back…yeah I know I haven’t had the time to go change my blog template either!
It’s okay. So don’t blog. No big deal. You are entitled not to blog everyday every single chance you get. Soon you'll come to realise....
in your blog
You've found your own voice, your outlook on your own life turns less cynical.
You think words never hurt anyone only sticks & stones do.
You post up pictures which you look good in.
Narrating your side of the story which you are the heroine never the bad guy.
Composing thoughts which are relevant to your life & hold close to your heart.
You know you don’t owe anyone out there anything. Really.
in real life
you bitch. you complain about anything under the sun like your job your parents your goodbye arms and the lousy public transport system and endless of gantry charges the dear gahman imposes. you get what i mean.
you become your own worst critic.
you know the world owes you a living. or least everyone else does.
in your blog
you want to live it up. Live it big.
And everything happens to be exemplified in your blog.
You are the centre of attention and deserve it.
in real life
you want to live it up badly. but society stops you.
you feel all eyes on you and it's never good.
in your blog
you can be ms diva ms bitchy ms sweetie ms act cute ms chio bu (ok after photoshop) ms intellectual ms blondie & dagwood. literally.
you are personified to whomever you want to transform into.
in real life
everyone suffers from multi-personality disorder.
you are a hypocrite in front of your boss.
you are two-faced in front of your colleagues.
you are a virtuous wife in front of your in-laws.
you are family to your friends.
it doesn't end. even with plastic surgery.
in your blog
you get confused on the direction or theme which your blog is headed.
you compromise on the design the topics the new gadgets widgets add-ons.
you think more is less.
in real life
you are confused.
you think less is never enough. you want more.
in your blog
you're slightly embarrassed & bashful to let others know you own a blog
in real life
people find me shy and demure by first impression.
well i'm pretty sure all these add up somewhere. it's no wonder i'm addicted to blogging =]
@unplugged after 14 days
My lack of blogging has no direct correlation to my otherwise mundane life. No seriously. Life is like a blog. There’s only so much passion one can immerse himself in living. When I started blogging, I was regularly updating my entries and consciously thinking of things to blog. Boh liao pictures to upload. Topics I can write about (as if I had a newspaper column). When things get busy and I don’t plunk myself in front of the mac too much, I try to make an effort to create post-dated entries. Then the inspiration to blog starts to die down bit by bit. I don’t exude enthusiasm in posting every damn shot I take. Maybe you can call it quality control. I skip updating for a few weeks and find that I didn’t have to explain myself to anyone should I want to stop blogging for a while. After procrastinating, I picked up that momentum once again. But never with the same eagerness. Abit like life eh.
You start with naivety and zest. Novelty is refreshing and you love everything the world has to offer. Sometimes your life passes in a blur, without much time to ponder and appreciate the finer stuff. Sometimes, time takes its toll on you and you feel discontentment. You pause for a moment but life still goes on. Yes the same way your entry may be unrecorded but the blog remains open to anyone with an internet connection. Very soon you realize you are nothing extraordinary (because there are better blogs out there with flash enabled themes which earn $ / freebies together with the fame duh) and life suddenly seems lacking. You get sucked into dreary monotonous routine mode and you hate your life with a vengeance refusing to participate in it. You can try to break free but usually it’s too troublesome. Something holds you back…yeah I know I haven’t had the time to go change my blog template either!
It’s okay. So don’t blog. No big deal. You are entitled not to blog everyday every single chance you get. Soon you'll come to realise....
in your blog
You've found your own voice, your outlook on your own life turns less cynical.
You think words never hurt anyone only sticks & stones do.
You post up pictures which you look good in.
Narrating your side of the story which you are the heroine never the bad guy.
Composing thoughts which are relevant to your life & hold close to your heart.
You know you don’t owe anyone out there anything. Really.
in real life
you bitch. you complain about anything under the sun like your job your parents your goodbye arms and the lousy public transport system and endless of gantry charges the dear gahman imposes. you get what i mean.
you become your own worst critic.
you know the world owes you a living. or least everyone else does.
in your blog
you want to live it up. Live it big.
And everything happens to be exemplified in your blog.
You are the centre of attention and deserve it.
in real life
you want to live it up badly. but society stops you.
you feel all eyes on you and it's never good.
in your blog
you can be ms diva ms bitchy ms sweetie ms act cute ms chio bu (ok after photoshop) ms intellectual ms blondie & dagwood. literally.
you are personified to whomever you want to transform into.
in real life
everyone suffers from multi-personality disorder.
you are a hypocrite in front of your boss.
you are two-faced in front of your colleagues.
you are a virtuous wife in front of your in-laws.
you are family to your friends.
it doesn't end. even with plastic surgery.
in your blog
you get confused on the direction or theme which your blog is headed.
you compromise on the design the topics the new gadgets widgets add-ons.
you think more is less.
in real life
you are confused.
you think less is never enough. you want more.
in your blog
you're slightly embarrassed & bashful to let others know you own a blog
in real life
people find me shy and demure by first impression.
well i'm pretty sure all these add up somewhere. it's no wonder i'm addicted to blogging =]
@unplugged after 14 days
posted by novie @ 10:06 PM
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