b complex and c

mom says my temper has become increasingly worse since i started working in december. she blames it on the lack of vitamins b complex and c. perhaps! no thanks to the very HEALTHY and NUTRITIOUS food in raffles place... nein, everywhere! i need to eat in more often =S

she's right though, im more easily irritated now. certain people are very annoying indeed...

-shh-

hmmm. been quite a quirky week. looking forward to the weekend. to be specific, sunday!

fits and flurries

Must have been paying too much attention when marc went on his WoW quests, cuz i dreamt of one myself last night... with a twist. (read: sprain) Basically, it involved the rapid consumption of a bunch of similarly-sized red rambutans (not the blue ones, mind you) washed down by quick swigs of asahi (tasted strangely like the stuff debbie recommended). next quest saw us having to eat 6 huge bananas EACH. now, the rambutans we had previously were not to be trifled with size-wise, so imagine our trauma when we had to gobble down THOSE giants! @@ and then of course, i woke up =)

moving on, filed 450 bonus letters today. the amount of bonus given out... woah mama! had teochew lunch at chinatown with the rest of the resourcing team and the payroll ladies. jo and shirley were absent from the feast, poor darlings! unfortunately, im not too overly enthusiastic about teochew food (which consists largely of boiled crab and embarrassingly-large amounts of raw fish) , but hey, it was a mighty good meal nevertheless! and dont even get me started on the doubling of lunch period ;) cheers, debs!

currently in a foul mood. mom did not buy dinner for dad. realised he was still hungry, took like 3/4 of my food away, her excuse being 'well you hardly EAT anyway'. what the fuck? i just dont eat rice, thats all. BAH. its been an hour since dinner and im still hungry. ROOAWRRRRRRRR. vicky short tempered and angry when hungry.

vicky is hungry now.

bad day.

had a nasty break on the beam today. was doing jumps when my landing leg slipped off. beam broke my fall (as well as many blood vessels on my outer thigh) before i tumbled off onto the floor. not crash mat, you understand, FLOOR.

then we did front somersaults off the beam. coach told me to add a twist to my front somersault to make it a somersault half-twist. being ambidextrous, i couldnt decide on which side to turn so i proceeded to try out both. right twist saw me twisting too early while still in full tucked position thus resulting in a full-force elbowing of my left knee. now i have a nasty bruise and swell.

and ... :(

what an entirely nasty day.

Going BACK!!!

wooohooooooooooooo im going to taiwan come 14 march!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YEAH OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D *does happy dance* muahahahahah.

Spies, they are EVERYWHERE

had seafood dinner with a few family friends - something ive not done for yonks, and for good reason. about an hour and half into dinner, the mrs looked at me pointedly and said, "so, when are you going to introduce him to us?" -insert strangled choking noises- "i saw you both out the other day!" "is he singaporean?" "how many siblings does he have?" "where does he stay?" "how's his family like?" (notice that i was not granted the opportunity to squeak in a response after the first question)

i felt much like bendah aceh in the face of the tsunami. except that this time i was also much like pompeii at the mercy of the effervescent vesuvius in the form of DAD. who had his eyebrows raised to exhilarating heights. :O

thanks to the powers that be, i survived the night unscathed, and with a red packet, no less! =) whee.

mmm yes, and apparently i look like im 14 years old.

i saw..

i dreamt of two men, both deceased. one looked like he was asleep, save the puddle of blood seeping out from under him. the other was wrapped in the embrace of decomposition. eyes open, blue-ish purple lips and face. i smelt the pong of rotting flesh.

did not know dreams had realistic odours.

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oh daddy

i hate it when you make great promises that you cant keep. the times that you spoke with ease the trips that we will take as a family - to new york, to europe, to the zoo. what lies. we dont hold it against you not spending time with us.. we dont mind not going to fancy places (not that we ever did!). but dont toy with our hope, it all that we have left.

February 14 2005

and so today i alone was holding fort. the post new year letters that i sent for signing on friday came back today, thanks to the VPs being mighty handy with their fountain pens early in the morning. mysterious disappearance of one hire letter too, along with the employment pack. i had to redo that one, as well as do alot of editing for others. alot of last minute, uber urgent letters too, with the RMs breathing hard down my neck. brr. but hey none of that breaking down thing, nuh uh. prepared 450 envelopes today too, felt kinda like a one-person production line really. :P

tomorrow the 450 regrossing letters will be signed. and each will require a duplicate. and stamping. and folding. and sealing.

i will need a new bottle of glue.

horrors of horrors!

i cannot believe this happened yesterday. its an absolute OUTRAGE! i wont post the exact details so that the more superstitious amongst you guys wont rot and die (uhm, i mean, transcend to the heavens), but this is the poorest CNY in my LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! im gonna be a CNY scrooge from now on. hmph.

CNY

i wish i had a family reunion dinner to attend. never had one before.

For Want of a Title

my left arm smells of you. i shall not wash my left arm tonight.



just kidding. heh. <3

I HATE MATH BIG TIME!!!

SATs results are out. while everyone out there is laughing their way to the university admissions office with their brilliant (read: 780) math scores, here i am buried so deep in the pile of scholastic rejects that im up to my (very subtle) chest in earth with my brilliant 670.

net decrease of 10. same mark range. but lower total score. bah. there's money down the black hole for you! verbal went up to 730 but that's nothing worth champagne popping, either. shit. and i had to take my test in singapore, where the kids are preprogrammed to be math-blasting droids.

i, meanwhile, have a greater sense of creativity when it comes to deciphering math questions. i see the quest behind the question! and set forth on journeys of enlightening self-discovery and exploration of the world of digits. i am intrepid, i am fearless!

i also suck at math. big time.

For What Im Worth..

I am worth $2,073,382.00 on HumanForSale.com

Just for comparison's sake, the average worth of a female human being is $1,690,890.00.

Feel free to buy me though, i could always use abit of cash =)

Misplaced?

its not here now. ive lost it long ago.