Wednesday, 29 July 2009

  • adrift


    Do you get times when you feel like you have something to say, but once your lips part you find yourself unable to vocalize even the slightest fleeting thought that passes through your head that split second?

    Yeah…

    And it is scary, reason only being that I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I feel like I’m tethering on the edge of a cliff, just waiting for the wind to blow in my direction. Then I’ll find myself drifting towards a wide, open, beckoning, unknown of nothingness. That’s why it’s scary, because there’s a drift of change, of not fully grasping my own identity after a long time of feeling comfortable in my nook.

    It’s been too comfortable in there.

    It was cosy, and warm, and happy, almost like being in front of a Hogwarts' fire, where students feel very safe inside despite the outside world being a tumultuous reality. In usual human sadism, it feels like that place has been too happy too long, almost like I do not deserve to smile every day.

    I guess the word I am looking for is “discontent”.

    True, the urges of wanderlust has been slowly building up all around me, beginning from my feet. I’ve always thought I’d been someone easily content staying one place, maybe not here, but someplace, yet suddenly I’m dreaming Columbus and Polo dreams, dreams of touching new soil with the tips of my toes. And then I stop myself because it's so hard to fit all plans into one small space.

    I just have to focus.

    FOCUS…


Wednesday, 08 July 2009

  • miaaooorrrwwww



    A cat a day is what the doctor ordered...

    This is my winner for today... (courtesy of icanhascheezburger)






    And yes... I changed my username. I just thought it was time to, I outgrew blu_glowing_lite when I graduated from uni...



Monday, 06 July 2009

  • prissy


    Sometimes....

    I'm tired of trying to be prim and proper...

    Making sure every entry is crisp in language, and grammar inaccuracies always fall through the cracks...

    Most of all, I miss writing nonsense without having to spend too many neurons...


Friday, 03 July 2009

  • SJH 3305 R  


    I know I haven’t been blogging on this page much, but I’m pretty much boiling at the moment so I’m choosing this outlet to rant.  

    I came into the office and posting this was the first thing I wanted to do. But after talking to my mom and a friend they told me that I am not controlling my temper well enough to let it get to me. Admittedly I felt a bit guilty after that and half-filled with remorse. The other half was of resentment. And I thought perhaps publicizing an individual’s stupidity might not be the best thing to do.  

    Then I thought about it and went... NAH... 

    Why shouldn’t I have some fun with this?  

    So here goes...



    Dear owner of the red Honda Fit with the ugly carbon race stickers plastered all over the sides, with license plate number of my blog title, please don’t think that it is acceptable behaviour to act like some NY yellow cab taxi driver and pull a four-wheel drive stunt on a turning lane onto the PIE (btw I think those cab drivers have a little more class than you as well). It’s sad that you flog your puny little Japanese car that is probably coughing and wheezing under the weight of your foot, via hazardous driving nonetheless.

    Maybe your ears were too stuffed with earwax from your lack of cleanliness when I warned you were driving a little too close to me in your first attempt with a friendly honk. Or maybe you saw the P-plate (not mine mind you, my brother who just passed) on the Odyssey’s top right corner, and a lady driver and thought you could get away with some road bullying. I admit that the Odyssey is a housewife’s car, it’s honk is too whiny to be taken seriously and the P-plate is just asking for trouble, but here’s a lesson in underestimating a lady driver. But I had to JAM-BRAKES!!! And in highway code speak that is HAZARDOUS DRIVING, and who is the one who rear ends the one cutting into the turning lane, therefore who gets the blame in motor insurance terms?  

    Let me tell you who... ME!!! Yours truly will be chided for not being a gracious enough Singaporean and give way to poseur carbon race sticker-ridden red Honda Fit.  

    I guess my feelings towards the ordeal could be reflected in my friendly gesture of the flipping of my middle digit, thanks for returning it back, way charming.  

    And it’s also my calculated guess that you couldn’t take that a lady Odyssey driver could overtake you huh? I mean, let’s be honest, an MPV wasn’t meant for racing, a Honda Fit is. So predictable.  

    How do I know your ego was damaged? I guess it was the way you raced up abreast to me (second example of hazardous driving) and started trying to hurl profanities through a closed window (obvious show of stupidity, what’s the use of screaming at someone when they can’t hear you?). Actually I thought, “Hmm, let him pull up maybe if he’s a shuaige I can tease him a bit.” No such luck, bad skin, swarthy looking, greasy, old and wearing perverted shades, as ugly as your car. Luckily for me, I was already starting to chant your license plate number in a spirited manner so I could memorise it.


    SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R
    NYEH NYEH NI NYEH NYEH
    SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R SJF3305R



    Yes, I memorized it for the sole purpose of emblazoning it across my blog entry. Congratulations, you have made such an impression on someone else to cause them to dedicate a whole blog entry talking about you. Well done, give yourself a pat on the back for bad luck.  

    You are applauded as well for your show of cowardice. How I know you were being cowardly? Maybe it was because I was chanting your number so much and you are gifted in lip reading to know what I was on about? Nah... But I think you spotting me pulling out my Blackberry in an attempt to snap a photo and slowing down and pulling away is the winning theory.  

    That was anticlimactic, I mean, what’s the use of terrorizing lady drivers when you scuttle back with your tail between your legs? Lose demerit points and some money only what!!! I bet the sum is meager compared to the amount of money you spent zhnging your puny car.  

    So ok, swarthy beng uncle with bengified car… I had my say. I forgive you for hurling profanities at me. I’m sorry I extended an inappropriate finger at you. I’m sorry I probably accentuated the urban myth that lady drivers are the worst of drivers. I'm sorry that I came away feeling just that much triumphant. I’m sorry that maybe I’d have a bias against Red Honda Fit drivers henceforth (not to mention Beemer and Mazda 6 drivers, another story for another time). And I’m also sorry I didn’t get your photo.  

    Have fun in Sepang thrashing you car!!!!!  


      Yours Truly  




    *Fine, this is not against any of my friends who love their cars and like going to Sepang to race... at least your cars are nicer...... =P

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

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    • Country: Australia
    • Metro: Perth
    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 6/9/2003

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  • I am caught up in the ebbing tide of the inconsistencies of life. I get lost in the faceless world of strangers and get caught up in my loneliness. I need to escape the oppression and find my euphoric emancipation. I am still searching for that cure for my overtired spirit and soul.

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