Finally (seems rather weird to use this word at the start of a post...oh well), my first Hossan Leong Show. Not quite as fantastic as anticipated but adoration for Chua Enlai holds up.

Recently, there have been more of these outings with the princesses. Now that they can walk and are learning to speak, it's actually quite fun and enjoyable. Look carefully and one might see 3 queens reflected in the pillar and trying oh-so-hard to get the petite highnesses to look the right way. :D

An amazing production and excellent delivery by Daniel Jenkins! No wonder it holds the record for the longest running solo play in Broadway history.

Hence begins a week of French film galore! Am loving it.

Despite 9 hours of sleep last night, I have been plagued by this inexplicable fatigue nearly the entirety of the day. It was the dreaded thought of money wasted in the event that I don't go for the film (tickets bought and collected way ahead) that willed me enough energy to get up and out.

Afterwards, somehow, it was like I suddenly powered up and became this well of energy sufficient to see me through a run.

Strange phenomenon. I likeee!

This year's moon-cake misses (above) and those (below) that made it to my credit card bill.

Clean Bill of Health

Defunct

Please file.

Even if I'm barred from tweeting and putting the following on facebook, at least I can write it here. After all, THIS IS MY GODDAMN BLOG!!!!!

In twitter and facebook fashion:
Maggie Chua announces (crowns) the company's BITCHING QUEENS: NEO. LIM. LIM.

F*** You, you understand?! Now, it's really NEVER. EVER!

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Pathetic is not finding it necessary enough to blog about a great day (like yesterday) and, instead, an absolute desperation to pen this down as the month's first and only post.

When it's gone beyond the point of no return, that's exactly how it's going to be. There's no going back. The option doesn't exist. Or maybe it does but not one I would choose. Where I am now, negative mindset and low morale has spun out of control. I am incapable of convincing myself to pick up my drive from where I left off, or where it left me. Whichever way.

Merci a toi

反正他讲的我听得懂，我消化后浅白地讲的你听不懂。当你当着我的面再问他一遍，他转用／盗用我浅白的字眼重复跟你说。他说的和我说的是一模一样的话，我画的和他画的图案没两样。你公然选择废除我所说的一切一切，当我们一秒钟前的对话不存在。当你完全没听进也听不懂我刚对你说的‘外星语’。
Yet you listened to him like it's the first time you heard those words. Thanks. Thanks for demonstrating that you hadn't heard a single thing I said. Thanks for giving the false impression that you were listening and that the 2 of us were having a conversation and then immediately swivel round to the other side to signal that you are done with the patronising. Thanks for displaying that I couldn't make you understand, even though he and I use the exact same words and diagrams. Thanks for showing your 'willingness' to listen and try to even register/understand the crap that came out of my mouth. Thanks for dampening my desire to bother drafting an explanation for you.

Thanks, mon pied!

Shouldering at least 3 persons' workload without 3 heads nor 6 limbs. Incurring a minimal 48 hour sleep debt and non-eligible overtime charges daily. Living out 72-hour days on a 24-hour provision. 怎么可能开心得起来呢？？？！！！

So scared i couldn't finish e cheat sheet, so scared i couldnt finish updating e intranet for presentation today. So scared I have no time to prepare the expiry date check issue I want to bring up today. So scAred I go to office got to spread my time coaching n talking to ppl. So scared to go for merchandising meeting. Dun go also scared. So scared tt I got so much to do. So scared tt I have so little time. Soooo scared tt I did not go office in the morning, gg now. So scared tt I haven't had anything to eat, so scared I might faint. So scared tt after doing so much, it's still not enough, still kena complain. So scared so not appreciated. So scared ppl r nt receptive. I'm sick n I'm dying.

Oh dear...it's been too long since I last wrote in here.

Work has been bountiful thus making life HELLish!!!!!

Some of my recent sentiments, thoughts and encounters include:
- wondering how some people got past comprehension answering questions the way they do, giving you the 'how' when you want to know 'what'
- 這份工真的不是人做的。原來人情味和人（仁）道是兩回事。原來真有些人無法區分‘人’跟‘神’的差異。
- 那一天，我忽然覺得被剝削得好極端。覺得超級無敵overworked and underpaid. I should be paid 4 times MORE for shouldering so many people's work...HMPH! If thoughts along this line have ever crossed my mind, they have never come this deep nor made me so crossed my heart, soul, mind and body taste the pain of cruxification.
- enjoyed watching colleague appear so very lost and panicky
- disses her shameless reliance on an outsider, totally!!!
- am glad that for once I'm not obliged to help
- hopes that after this morning's experience, colleague realises her inadequacy, how dependant she is upon me, the extent to which she takes me and all my fugging assistance for granted, still thinking she's the world.
- harbours very little hope that things will change, judging from her nonchalance and unwillingness to learn it for herself
- plotting to play her out and leave her in the lurch one of these days just so she would cry and I would laugh
- absolutely can't stand it: DAMN!!!
- things will revert to how they used to be i.e. nothing's gonna change.
- last Sunday, breakfast was an issue. This Sunday, it won't be. It's not that anybody has learnt anything from last week's experience and the many others before that. There's just gonna be a break in routine. Come next week (Sunday of 19 July), I prophesise a repeat of last week's incident. To the heart and brain that cease to function, this is the broken heart and brain (which will continue to function till cessation of life/existence) speaking.
- the 2-liner below:
B: PIE got Balestier exit meh?
A: I'm THE GPS.

the power of total mobility is such that we go from orchard to changi just so we can surf the internet.Only people who can shit at home but not in public toilets can understand this.

When you are away, I fend for myself.

When you are here, I still fend for myself.

Denial is futile.

Some of us are doomed from start to lack spatial recognition skills till our time ends.

2 pairs of shoes.

2 italian films down, 2-3 more to go.

2 hungry people walked into Ryoichi and came out angry.

In French and Italian.

It probably was understandable that the French continued to speak his native tongue even when conversing with Italians on foreign grounds. We know how French feel about their language. So, conversations containing considerable amount of French as well as Italian went on with the Italians actually replying - to whatever the French guy said in French - in Italian. Different languages yet both parties are able to communicate.

Sometimes, even as we speak the same stylish Singlish, messages do not quite get across, response goes wayward and interaction breaks down.

As the movie puts it: language is evidence of harmonious living despite differences. Initially, at least.

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Soft launch @ Caramel

by naleuygowhere

located steps from The Cathay and a tad pricey. Affiliated to 1twentysix. No web presence.
This other place seems better.

Quel?

If I could just decide...