A life TOO ordinary..

I just finished a book by a British writer not too long ago. I like British humour, I think they sound more intelligent. hur hur. Personally I think this is a pretty pointless book about a middle-aged, fat, balding man who pretty much screwed up his life. But still, it's good entertainment.

What dies it mean when you find you can no longer believe that it really was like that once? When memories sound like fantasies to the person that did them? Jesus, how did it come to this?

There was once a German who went up to a Jew and said:
Itzig, you Jews onle chase moeny, but we Aryans chase honour and glory.
To which the Jew replied:
Hans, we all want what we haven't got.
I want one thing to be clear: I am not saying you cannot be happy with no moeny. Like I am not saying it is impossible for someone to sit for thirty days on top of a pole, chanting mantras and feeding on nothing. I am quite ready to believe it is possible. No, wrong: I am quite sure it is possible. All I am saying is: so try it.

We never get over anything. That is the trouble with being alove. Once it goes down to the Big Ref's book there is no appeal. It never comes out in the wash or in anything else but our dreams. You do not get over it; all you can do is get on with it. You paper over the cracks and plaster them in and shore them up; you raise your place on top of them, with all its secret distributions of weight and cunning lines of stress, yes, and the brave flying buttresses of your daylight life. But there is always that dark little room, at the end of your longest corridor, where the mad child who never grew up howls in its chains for a freedom it can never be allowed.

Went out for dinner with the Silly grad aka THE unBimbo and Designer-Donut-friend at Central last night. And we ended up sitting by the river chatting, with some juvenile puking behind us. *how unromantic*. UnBimbo's boyfriend came to join us after his class and we were talking about the good old days when we got lost on some isolated island and how I ended up writing my first love note. Right. And for some strange reasons, we ended up talking about old age and stuffs; what we can do when we grow old. I hope I can retire early and do the things I like to do. Not work till I am 105 and still dreaming of that perfect retirement plan to actualise.

There've been lots of talk about retirement age and stuffs lately. But I think policy makers ignored missed out a few points, or maybe they simply see a better picture than I do.

Are retirees happy when they gain employment? I don't really know cos' the last time a group of retirees joined us at our office, they were not as happy as what the TV portrayed and had a hard time catching up. And on TV I don't see the gardener outside my office who walks with a terrible limp and sits in the sun from 8.00 am to like 4.00pm to pluck weeds from the plants, while trying not to get a heat stroke. Neither do I see the cleaning makcik at my office who can't even go to see a doctor when she was sick. Anyway Makcik is leaving next Friday, as she simply put in her broken english: "Auntie old already la, tired. Want to go see doctor also cannot. Don't want lah."

I think the picture looks perfect because we are looking at elderly who are educated and healthy and painless. But somehow, I got a feeling that we are looking at a small minority of the elderly population here. I think the picture is being enlarged a tad too much, or maybe I just need better glasses.

My buddy used to say the office has baaad fengshui before she left for greener pastures.. Looking at how things are not working out for me and my neighbour, Shikin, I think can't help to think my buddy is right afterall.

Shikin's cousin passed away this afternoon. Not long after the death of her Granma.

I think the Fengshui in our corner is really bad. Maybe I should really get some gold fishes.

In other news, my MSN got infected by some bleddy virus. KNN. I am sorry to all those who got it from me. Anyway those who haven't please do NOT receive any picture files from me. Apparently according to Siti, that bleddy virus actually replies when the intended recipient asks what the pictrue is. NABEH.

*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
hey.. since my friend is not going liao, we can discuss among ourselves about the trip...
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
hee
. I love Patrick~ The birkies are here~ says:
yah ok
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
so you can help me bring shampoo and shower foam all these...
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
hahahah
. I love Patrick~ The birkies are here~ says:
....
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
hahahah
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
JL said 2 of us surely get bullied when we're in cambodia
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
cos she said we are short
. I love Patrick~ The birkies are here~ says:
WAHLAUS
. I love Patrick~ The birkies are here~ says:
stupid woman
. I love Patrick~ The birkies are here~ says:
she thinks she tall never get bullied meeeeehhhh
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
haha
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
yeah lor
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
i told her it's okie.. i dont think cambodians are tall too.. we're not going europe
*~Erin~* Come join me @ planet fitness! says:
haha
. I love Patrick~ The birkies are here~ says:
*faints*

The month of July had been soooOoOoo busy that most of the things had been forgotten. Happy Birthday Choo my 'love'! And also Longlong whose birthday is in August. Hope u gurlies had a blast!

My colleague Rachel told me about a tragedy of a girl who is going to attend the wedding of the guy she likes. It is indeed a sad thing, but welcome to the real world. More tragedies are waiting for you ahead, this is just a little candy in the big hamper you've got. *I'm sorry Mo, I know I can be a little too insensitive, a little too cynical for my own good*. Oh well, things like that happen all the time. We all learn to live and let live.

I think sometimes I need to be a little irrational emotionally. So that I can allow myself to wallow in self-pity without guilt, without rationalising why I should not feel morbid, without trying to stand up before the wound heals. And I make a nuisance of myself trying to 'console' people who enjoys feeling sorry for themselves. Right, I need to be irrational. Like the way I shop.

In other news, I am currently job hunting. Yes, the search is on. I do not like to work with pushy people. And if they can't keep up with their promise, I guess I just need to find my happiness elsewhere. I know I am ridiculous and childish here, but my life is not exactly a bed of roses and I have no desire to turn it into a swamp because of my job. September is my deadline.

Of course if certain things did not happen in July, I would have no qualms about packing my bags and leave. But I guess God has a pretty creepy sense of humour and I guess I will have to make do with his lugubrious arrangements. Oh great.

I will be going to KL end of this month for work. Well, at least I get to meet my vainpot and Daniel. yayeee.

I was early today so I decided to drop by the Arts canteen to take a look. I think it reminded me of the Holland V Hawker Centre. And Yong Tau Fu is back too!

Will try to take pictures without looking stupid when there is less people around and more people with me. hur hur.

Oh well, it is really exciting to be back at the canteen again.

*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
it was $2 then
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
2001
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
hahahaha
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
to 2002
. I love Patrick~ The search is on says:
thanks..
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
welcome
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
haha
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
though i don't think my info help
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
the gym has 4 treadmills...
. I love Patrick~ The search is on says:
when I thanked u it was quite sarcastic lo
. I love Patrick~ The search is on says:
y u dun like to swim?
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
dont tell you
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
secret
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
like jay chou's secret
. I love Patrick~ The search is on says:
cos u dun like to wear swim suit?
. I love Patrick~ The search is on says:
eh... ok
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
hey i ask you...
. I love Patrick~ The search is on says:
r u going to sask me stupid things again?
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
if we go either 3rd or 4th week of sept, is it okie?
. I love Patrick~ The search is on says:
shud be ok la
. I love Patrick~ The search is on says:
i dun mind
*~Wanlin~* Let's pray for the Korean hostages... says:
what stupid? do you think i am going to ask: do you like to wear swimsuit?
. I love Patrick~ The search is on says:
whahahahaa