Sunday, February 29, 2004
It's a leap year this 2004. On this auspiciously-happy day, I manage to complete some long overdue work. A heavy guilt burden lifted off my shoulders, and if you don't call this joy, what is?
Thursday, February 26, 2004
dj_shadow_force: im your stripper, pervert and porn star
I think it screams of post-modernism, an in-your-face declaration of love. It's not cheesy and it goes straight to the point. No freebies, no mucks. Maybe he is cut out to be a poet after all. The accidental kind. Turns out he was in the closet all while.
I think it screams of post-modernism, an in-your-face declaration of love. It's not cheesy and it goes straight to the point. No freebies, no mucks. Maybe he is cut out to be a poet after all. The accidental kind. Turns out he was in the closet all while.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
I find this puppy very cutesy-adorable. Just looking at it would make me smile :)))) Small sleepy eyes like mine, I want to cuddle it all day!
Sunday, February 22, 2004
Memo
To: Mr. P
From: Ms. P
Subject: Of gratitude. Of internship. The End.
I finally gave you the farewell gift on Friday evening, after threatening you numerous times not to leave the office before me. What I had expected to be a thrilling moment, to see the surprised look on your face and to see your first expression if they were to your liking, turned out to be almost a tear-stained moment. You had correctly guessed the contents of the tiny box and the more you queried me on why I had gotten you such an expensive (it was worth it) gift, the more I felt like crying. It was sillly but the finality of the situation hit me full throttle then. Probably as if the whole of my internship experience was summed up in that box you were opening, the box I was never going to see again. Gone are
the silly moments (of X marks the spot, plaster photostats, tea stains),
our theories of how the chewing gum ban originates,
the daily emails,
lessons you taught me (on serious work-related matters and more on everything else non-work-related),
'Which dog are you?' conversation plus everything from that dinner/taxi ride,
Consigliere advice and Godfather role-playing,
your-mom-my-mom comparisons,
lengthy discussions on the military/ Singapore rat race (I still have that 'A Personal Dream' write-up)
the AA-lives-on pride you exhibit at every opportunity,
my conspiracy theory,
.. You name it, we would have done it.
I may be the silly intern but you have to be, have to be the silly (but enviably neat and clean) senior who reciprocates silly behavior with silly behavior too. No one indulges me as much as you do in the firm, and I can't be twice as honest with anyone else there either. Honest. Thank you for your patience, for making sure I have understood what I've been taught and for enriching this experience. I have learnt alot.
After the hasty goodbye outside the lobby, all emotions finally culminated in the taxi ride to the interns' dinner as I read the card you told me not to open before I left the office. I cried.
All because of your silly behavior and now I am holding you responsible :))
To: Mr. P
From: Ms. P
Subject: Of gratitude. Of internship. The End.
I finally gave you the farewell gift on Friday evening, after threatening you numerous times not to leave the office before me. What I had expected to be a thrilling moment, to see the surprised look on your face and to see your first expression if they were to your liking, turned out to be almost a tear-stained moment. You had correctly guessed the contents of the tiny box and the more you queried me on why I had gotten you such an expensive (it was worth it) gift, the more I felt like crying. It was sillly but the finality of the situation hit me full throttle then. Probably as if the whole of my internship experience was summed up in that box you were opening, the box I was never going to see again. Gone are
the silly moments (of X marks the spot, plaster photostats, tea stains),
our theories of how the chewing gum ban originates,
the daily emails,
lessons you taught me (on serious work-related matters and more on everything else non-work-related),
'Which dog are you?' conversation plus everything from that dinner/taxi ride,
Consigliere advice and Godfather role-playing,
your-mom-my-mom comparisons,
lengthy discussions on the military/ Singapore rat race (I still have that 'A Personal Dream' write-up)
the AA-lives-on pride you exhibit at every opportunity,
my conspiracy theory,
.. You name it, we would have done it.
I may be the silly intern but you have to be, have to be the silly (but enviably neat and clean) senior who reciprocates silly behavior with silly behavior too. No one indulges me as much as you do in the firm, and I can't be twice as honest with anyone else there either. Honest. Thank you for your patience, for making sure I have understood what I've been taught and for enriching this experience. I have learnt alot.
After the hasty goodbye outside the lobby, all emotions finally culminated in the taxi ride to the interns' dinner as I read the card you told me not to open before I left the office. I cried.
All because of your silly behavior and now I am holding you responsible :))
Thursday, February 19, 2004
I have to admit, I am missing Mr. P's silly quibbly behavior already. Mr. P's daily conversations, both verbal onslaughts and otherwise, never fail to brighten up my days in the office. Emails with typically misleading subject headers such as FW: FW: FW: Click here to see your Bosses' Childhood Photos!!! or RE: promotion and pay increments.................. might contain one-liners, like
the recent "my last request was for u to check ur email...............n come back............. " which tickled me to no end.
the recent "my last request was for u to check ur email...............n come back............. " which tickled me to no end.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
I am typing this as I lie on the bed in my sister's dormitory. I had gone over to her school to watch the interesting À la folie... pas du tout and then to spend the night. D and W, the two newly-discovered French enthusiasts were introduced to the fascinating world of French cinematography while I, to the strange new world of college dormitory living for one night.
Sunday, February 15, 2004
I'd spent most of Valentine's with a special someone, well not that kind of special someone, but a buddy from school last time whom I haven't met up with for quite some time. I'm surprised D got me flowers, a suprisingly sweet move from him, considering he treats me rough most times and calls me b * * * *. We spent the day weaving through throngs of lovers and their flowers.. none as romantic as the two elderly chinese couples I saw yesterday sitting at the bridge. There were none of the hugging/cuddling/touching but just merely looking at them, my heart melts in that ooohhahhh indescribable warmth. Love that stands through time beats everything else, hands down. Heartwarming moments aside, it was a rewarding day of unbelieveably priced digital cameras (both the Canon A70 and the Minolta Z1 - How I wish one of which could be mine), gifts selections for seniors (undisclosed for I know the stalking one reads this blog sometimes) and brilliantly-worded Tees. And who would ever forget the shop which D insisted on entering, for a quick laugh, with the Little Old Man's Condom.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
I remarked to Ham tonight that I want to walk when I'm 80. But
will I live till such a ripe old age to begin with? (Healthy or bedridden) Do I even want to be old wrinkly weak and 80 at all?
will I live till such a ripe old age to begin with? (Healthy or bedridden) Do I even want to be old wrinkly weak and 80 at all?
Monday, February 09, 2004
A good laugh courtesy of I-S Magazine, even though the final line undeniably reminds me of the Holocaust gassing of Jews, in bad taste.
Saturday, February 07, 2004
I woke up late, missed my frisbees practice. I just watched the most recent episode of Satc on my laptop, freshly downloaded last night. I probably would be getting some breakfast now and hope my day would be more eventful. Complete with a run near the reservoir this evening. I really must. And somewhere in between all of these, get some of my long-overdue work done.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Interesting fact of the day: Brewerkz was opened on my birthday in 1997.
If I weren't on my way to the washroom, I wouldn't have found that out.
If I weren't on my way to the washroom, I wouldn't have found that out.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
I like this series of photos capturing a feminine subject in a very masculine role. Very beautifully-captured I must say, brave young women in the face of imminent danger. Girls about the same age as I am, who shoulder the heavy responsibility of keeping their homeland safe and free alongside fellow male soldiers while I fuss about how hard it is to get to school/work/appointments on time.
Sunday, February 01, 2004
I want to watch Dogville (Lars von Trier), Lost in Translation (Sophia Coppola!), Goodbye, Lenin (Wolfgang Becker), Irreversible (Gaspar Noé) among others but I know I shouldn't splurge on so many movie tickets. I gotta make a choice.
Here, the cash-strapped life of an undergraduate becomes reality. I have got a million and one things to do yet everyday, I must make the painful decisions of choosing some while forsaking others. I know I'm not alone and there are many others ten times worse off than I. But do relative comparisons matter when decisions hinge on how much I have in my wallet and how long that will last? Not so much. I don't want to look back at life and remarked, I wished I could have done that, alas a pity I could not afford it then. I am going to make sure it doesn't happen to my kids. Well, that's altogether another complicated issue in itself, having kids and raising them.
It'll be good to point out at this juncture that I'm not blaming my parents, they are doing all they can to make sure that I get what they couldn't get last time. So I'm only continuing on where they will leave off, and hopefully making them proud. I know I am sounding so old-fashioned, but the fact that my parents had daughters and no son to carry on the family line (they didn't mind, I mind) makes me feel so indebted that the need to do well/ make them proud becomes so much more a necessary and urgent matter.
Here, the cash-strapped life of an undergraduate becomes reality. I have got a million and one things to do yet everyday, I must make the painful decisions of choosing some while forsaking others. I know I'm not alone and there are many others ten times worse off than I. But do relative comparisons matter when decisions hinge on how much I have in my wallet and how long that will last? Not so much. I don't want to look back at life and remarked, I wished I could have done that, alas a pity I could not afford it then. I am going to make sure it doesn't happen to my kids. Well, that's altogether another complicated issue in itself, having kids and raising them.
It'll be good to point out at this juncture that I'm not blaming my parents, they are doing all they can to make sure that I get what they couldn't get last time. So I'm only continuing on where they will leave off, and hopefully making them proud. I know I am sounding so old-fashioned, but the fact that my parents had daughters and no son to carry on the family line (they didn't mind, I mind) makes me feel so indebted that the need to do well/ make them proud becomes so much more a necessary and urgent matter.
