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Bitter B***h

August 25th, 2008 (07:56 pm)

Recently I have been very bitter. Wonder why? Read on...

1. My career has slowed to a standstill. I was bypassed by a certain junior staff who was chosen because of good connections. This case puts new meaning to the phrase "sleeping your way to the top".

2. I am not earning enough money. Transport is becoming expensive, housing ever so exorbitant. Food prices are spiralling out of control, and fuel is oh so unbelievable. Everything has gone up, except my salary. Because of that, I can't get my usual dose of Pradas and Guccis. Damnit.

3. My love life is still as stale as ever. I am becoming like what the Japanese calls a "expired cheesecake on the shelf". I am approaching 30 with no ring on the fourth finger. Sigh... another lonely Christmas as usual.

4. My "ex-friend" just backstabbed me. He called me "boring and depressing" behind my back. Do you think I ought to meet him ever again? Make a guess. I am also "vindictive and conniving".

5. I am sick of Singapore. I am looking for newer greener pastures with more sheep (for me, it's yummy h**ks). Hong Kong, Japan, or Taiwan. But oh damnit... my fucking degree makes it difficult for me to find a job outside this country. 

Now you know why I am so bitter. My friends called me a bitter b***h. And I am really one.

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The Three Kingdoms

April 7th, 2008 (08:15 pm)






Another epic movie by Andy Lau.

A Battle of Wits in 2006 was worth watching because it was fresh. It was not disappointing with lots of action but a bit tat draggy.

The Warlords in 2007. No prizes for guessing why I watched the show. Takeshi Kaneshiro. Enuff said.

Now The Three Kingdoms. I haven't watched it but would definitely want to catch the amazingly sultry Maggie Q playing her pipa with her long metallic dragon-lady fingernails (reminds me of the ruthless of China who murdered the emperor to ascend the throne). Her character in the movie is not only beautiful, but also smart, intelligent and a martial prowess on the battlefield. Impressive as any modern successful career woman.


                               

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Embarassing SMS-es

March 24th, 2008 (01:39 pm)

 I realised that I have a thing for sending out embarassing sms-es accidentally... that is, the right sms to the wrong person at the wrong time.

#1: I was gossiping with grand_mal via sms. We were amusing ourselves with bitching about someone (whom I shall call M) who was apparently showing interest in me. At that time, I was in the gym lifting weights to try to put some bulk into my match-thin arms while keying in text messages on my handphone at the same time. At one point when I was lifting 100kg (like real), I accidentally sent a sms meant for grand_mal to M and the sms read: "Oh please, I am sure M is b*m and that's a definitely no no for me. Giggle." 
I never dared to look at M again.

#2: I was yet lifting weights again in the gym while replying sms-es on my handphone. My consultant whom I shall call C sms-ed me to ask whether I had any problems with the patients that I had seen in the day. I replied that everything was fine. When he sms-ed me again to ask how my preparation for my upcoming exams was, I was distracted by both the gym and by the fact that I had just broken up. I mistook the sender as someone else so I replied: "Not in the mood to study. I just broke up with my boyfriend". 
That was the end of my career.

#3: I was gossiping with a friend via sms about my friend who seemed to be changing boyfriends every month. Unfortunately both my friends had the same name Alan. I accidentally sent a sms to the wrong Alan and the sms read: "Tsk tsk. I just had dinner with Alan last night and he has a new boyfriend again. He probably treats them like tissue paper".
Now I only have one friend left.

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Touch My Body... mariah carey

March 20th, 2008 (10:47 pm)




MC, you're the place to be
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I know that you've been waiting for it
I'm waiting too
In my imagination I'd be all up on you
I know you got that fever for me
Hundred and two
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature's through the roof

If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube (YouTube)
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause baby I'm up in my bidness
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Boy you can put me on you
Like a brand new white tee
I'll hug your body tighter
Than my favorite jeans
I want you to caress me
Like a tropical breeze
And float away with you
In the Caribbean Sea

If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)

If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube (YouTube)
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause baby I'm up in my bidness
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Imma treat you like a teddy bear
You won't wanna go nowhere
In the lap of luxury
Baby just turn to me
You won't want for nothing boy
I will give you plenty
Touch my body

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh yeah
Touch my body...

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30 hour shift

March 20th, 2008 (10:01 pm)

I had a 30 hour shift yesterday till today. It was a good 30 hours, I have to admit.

Morning was the usual clinic. Eczema, acne, psoriasis. I wish the Japanese would build a robot to see, analyse and prescribe medicine to these patients. But then again, better not. I would be out of job and I would not afford my trips to Tokyo to buy Japanese brands.

Lunchtime was another boring lecture by an angmoh professor  who went on and on about wounds. Throughout his sermon, I looked at his waistline and wondered why he hadn't started to take slimming pills.

Afternoon was a more interesting clinic session. Warts, gonorrhoea, HIV, herpes, etc. These are not interesting. Taking down the sexual history was. Maybe my own life which was so pathetically devoid of any sex that the only way to spice it up was by listening to other's sexual escapades and rendezvous.

At 5pm sharp, I rushed back to the wards. The next 15 hours were amazingly good. What did I do?
Chit chat with colleagues
Facebook
Dinner - steamed fish, chicken, baked potatoes, asparagus (not bad for ward food)
Study my katagana (Japanese)
Read the latest polls on Clinton vs Obama (I'm obviously rooting for Clinton)
Gossip with the b****y grand_mal on msn
Watch the 9.30pm news on Channel 5 (and found out about the line-up for the new Malaysian cabinet... what a joke)
Watch Takuya Kimura on the net (sigh)
Snuggle in the bed and zzzz......

1230am nurse: doctor doctor, patient got fever
                me: (still dreaming of LV) blood culture done before?
                nurse: huh? blood culture? wait i check
                me: (cursing) (the nurses never fails to irritate me) forget it i check myself
To my horror, (but not unexpected) the patient was only admitted in the morning and blood cultures were not done yet. It was a TB patient. Go figure out why I am not surprised

1245am back to bed

0200am nurse: doctor doctor, (HIV) patient wants to pass motion
                me: (what the fuck?) go ahead. He can pass anything he wants
                nurse: he can't pass motion despite taking lactulose (oral laxatives)
                me: it's 2am in the morning, for god's sake. he wants to pass motion at 2am in the morning?
                nurse: yea, he wants dulcolax (suppository)
                me: give him whatever he wants... (HIV patient? suppository? definitely a b*m)

0330am nurse: doctor doctor, patient's blood results just came back. Potassium 3.4 (normal value 3.5)
                me: (wow, congrats.) give him potassium chloride to top up. (you want to top up to how much?)

Thank god, no more irritating calls after that and I got to have peaceful sleep till 7am when I wake up to have breakfast in bed and of course read the morning papers.

8am back to clinic... acne, psoriasis, eczema.... zzzzzz
1am finally home

So happy it's a long weekend for me... 3.5 days
        

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March 19th, 2008 (09:11 pm)

Enough is enough.

Enough of my sob stories and heartbreaks. Relationships and sex. Who needs them?

Those who know me well enough know that to me, shopping gives me as much pleasure, if not more than sex. I get totally high when I shop. The euphoria of seeing something that I desire, being served by attentive sales assistants and throwing my platinum card at the cashier just gives me the high. 

My favourite wallet brand: Louis Vuitton
My favourite bag brand: Bottega Veneta
My favourite clothes brand: Dolce & Gabana
My favourite sport brand: Y3 
My favourite shoe brand: Zegna
My favourite belt brand: Burberry black
My favourite perfume brand: Chanel
My favourite skincare brand: Shiseido
My favourite watch brand: Patek Phillipe
My favourite jewellery brand: Bvalgari
My favourite socks brand: Paul Smith
My favourite underwear brand: Toot
My favourite hankerchief brand: Burberry

My favourite shopping city: Tokyo
My favourite mall: Isetan Man, Shinjuku, Tokyo

I once said: shopping gives me ecstasy more than sex. 
My friend replied: You are a brand whore. 
I laughed: I am not just a whore, but a vain whore.

But then again, which *** man isn't a vain whore?

Bottega Veneta Woven Messenger Bag The latest item in my bag collection

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5 stages of grief

March 19th, 2008 (07:52 am)

5 days since the "break-up". I think I am feeling better. The tearducts have dried up. The broken pieces of the fragile heart have started to heal. Memories of his face have slowly dissipated. I wonder which stage of grief I am in. 

1. Denial
2. Anger
3. Bargaining
4. Depression
5. Acceptance

I was in stage 1 on the 1st day, denying that things could have been turned out so badly so abruptly. We were hugging and holding hands just the night before, and the next day the sky came crashing down. I was telling myself that perhaps things just needed time. 

Stage 2 was brief. I was angry with him for reasons I won't divulge. But I liked him too much to be angry with him. So stage 2 was definitely brief.

Stage 3? I think that was non-existent.

Stage 4 was obvious. Loss of appetite, feelings of emptiness, sleepless nights, loss of concentration at work. 

Perhaps I have already reached the 5th stage. That is fast considering I took 1 year to get over my first ex, 6 months for my 2nd ex, and 1 month for my 3rd ex. Perhaps that's because I have learnt over the years to accept and let go. Perhaps.

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The Beginning of Everything

March 18th, 2008 (09:01 am)

I have always yearned to start a diary. I needed an avenue to pen my thoughts, my frustrations, my feelings. I did start a blog somewhere last year but it fizzled out after a while. Perhaps my life then was void of anything interesting. Perhaps right now, my life is in such turmoil and my feelings muddled in so much angst. Perhaps it's just a bad case of a bad breakup.

Yes, I admit it. I have just suffered a "break-up", not that it was a relationship to start with. It was only the third date, but I guess I had already harboured so much hopes. Perhaps the physical attraction was so immense, and the mind started to linger too far, too much.

When the third date turned out disastrous, the whole world came crashing down. It was the end of everything I had hoped for. My life was all so messed up... the nights of sleepless tossings in bed culminated in poor concentration at work. My life was just like hell.

Maybe I just needed to put these feelings of heartbreak down in words. I couldn't possibly scream or shout or rant. I had to appear calm and collected, to appear indifferent as if I was not bothered the very least. But the truth is I am hurt deep inside. 

I guess time will heal. At least, I have vented my feelings here today and I do feel somewhat relieved. 

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