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Name: sugarush
Birthday: 12/9/1979
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| by the way, for anyone who might be wondering, i'm on multiply now... www.kittybond.multiply.com
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| So my dad's old friend, some lady, is here in Singapore for a month and she's thinking of looking for a job and moving her entire family here. It's gonna be tough I must say, considering she's close to 45 years old and she can't exactly get a job with a tourist visa. Nonetheless, what's more tough is that she's staying over at my place until Monday so I'm displaced. I don't mind just sitting at home and watching TV and not talking but I think she feels an obligation to chat. So, to save her the trouble, I'm at the office mucking around.
To make things worse, the manjuns have invaded the business room where I work and as we speak, some Chinese radio is blasting on the radio. Geesus. Sudden brainstorm, gonna plug on to iTunes. ha! How'd you like THEM apples, biatch!?
It's Ali's birthday today and we're headed to J bar at M Hotel to get her drunk and party like it's her 18th. But before that, I'm bored but I don't wanna do anything! Waaaaaaaaa!
Thank gawd I brought CSI and just might watch it here. ha.
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| Ah who'd had thought that they'd have Gill Sans on the fonts list. My favourite. Pussy looking smiley face right back at ya, mahn!  And the silliest one to boot.
Yes yes, that time of the month has come again and with it the endless rationalizations for my sordid existence. Doesn't help that the first day is always the worse, I look terribly terrible and have brain activity akin to a piece of toast.
Got up at 645am today, pretty amazing for a log although I've always loved the wee hours of the day - the crack of dawn and the still of the night. Such is the story of my life - hate the journey, love the destination. I'm thinking a change is afoot. I'm only saying 'afoot' cos I've been jamming my toast of a brain with CSI Season 5 and they had an episode where the DB was a Sherlock Holmes wannabe. And he was divorced too! (in relation to though a little bit off tangent with my previous entry).
Having said that, here's the puzzle of the day. After being with someone for say a little more than a year, is it NORMAL to be Distant, Distracted and DERE-LICTE? Ok so I added the last one cos I just saw Zoolander again last Saturday. ha. But the gist of it is, is this what all relationships are like in the end? In reality speaking. I mean I'm sure it's what you make of it, blah blah blah but thinking about my past relationship, I don't really know. I guess it has been more or less like that. hmm. I think.
The worse thing is, if it IS really all there is, then that sucks. SUCKS! Why tie yourself down to someone you'll eventually get bored with a couple of years, and for some, months down the road. When I say tie, I mean literally get bonded, get married. Ok so I'm back to the marriage bashing thing. And I know some of you are thinking, for all this you bet I'm the one who's just DYING to get married. In my defence, I'm not bashing marriage, I'm just questioning some of its foundations. And I do want to get married. Eventually. I'd like to have kids before I'm wrinkly and I can't do that alone, and it would be great to have someone around 24/7. Yeahps I'm a 24/7 kinda gal. So there then, I'll tighten the noose, and get married when I find someone who can convince me why I should risk it. Yeahps, that's what studying does to someone - rationalizing you're damn brains out. End up dying of brain rot and loneliness.
Sigh. I wish everything were simpler, although I'd probably get bored in a nano second.
Back to CSI. The toast is getting cold.
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| So I'm on a mission, guys. Albeit a tad directionless, it will be fun nonetheless.
It all started from this report on the papers the day before yesterday about divorce rates on a high in Singapore, and how women tend to bounce back much better than men. No surprises there, I know. Then over dinner with Les and Chope last night, I was expounding on my dislike for marriage if one can only have a 50% guarantee that it will work. Eternal love aside, I have seen many near and dear couples who thought that they would make it but alas, didn't. And if it has to come to a divorce, then so be it. No point sticking your hand in the oven if it's gonna get flame broiled in the end, no? Anyways, the only thing that gives the marriage argument a boost is the need to have children before you get old and wrinkly. But can't these two be mutually exclusive? Have kids out of wedlock, sure.. get married if it really works out. I am so gonna burn in the deepest ruts of hell for this (being RC and all).
In any case, Chope was aghast and honestly concerned over my lackadaisical attitude towards matrimony. "Don't you want to get married? It's what you make of it, it won't DEFINITELY go to the dogs!" Yes yes, I know. But still. The only scenario I can see myself getting married is if there is one man out there who can make me feel totally secure. Not financially, I'm talking about emotionally. And mean it too. But that's really raising the bar up right above the entire population, and I'm not really optimistic about it.
SOooooooOoOo back to the mission. I was thinking last night, that there is no way in hell I'm going to meet anyone who remotely fits my already very broad list. I don't meet guys in clubs. I don't care for guys who come up to me and ask for my number. So where, pray tell, could a mild-mannered independent woman find a man?
That was when I noticed a web banner over MSN Hotmail. www.match.com - for those who are serious about love. Well, I guess I could be if I employ myself, so let's go!
Going to think of a nice profile that best describes me and put myself out there. Updates to come on what cometh forth. *so exciting* | | |
| Happy Birthday Brownie Bean! (aka Sara)... and yes again, another party at my place which I hope will be less destructive than the last. Another boring Saturday saved by the bell, or shall I say bean. heh. Yeahps, getting lame, getting lame.
So what's been up? Nothing much really. Apart from some half-baked musings on how I can improve my brainpower, the rest has been pretty much comme ci comme ca.
Watching MTV ASK as I speak (or type) and in true groupie fashion.. Dave Grohl is hot. Shaggy hair, goatie all over the place, general grubbie grubs with a fantastic talent. *Swoon* How long has it been since I've lusted after this man.. who knows? Since he was playing the drums for Nirvana I guess, damn that's loooongggg! I'm old! Speaking of which, I had a mini scare that I was gonna be 27 this year. Not like the reality of 26 isn't much better but still. Don't know if I can even live to then... judging from this creeepy, but incredible, yet real... tale (which I am about to recount).
The Curse of CGS Graduating Year 1996
When I first laid eyes on the building of my to-be High School, I wanted to weep. It was a mass of destruction (not much different from the story I am about to tell) as construction was going on to rebuild the new school. My dad drove me to the temporary school nearby, by which time, laying eyes on an even more derelict sight, I bawled. Ok not so drama but they had to throw me outta the back seat before I reluctantly stepped in.
Fast forward to Sec 2. The new school was finally up, and we were the first cohort to step foot and move into the school. There had been some talk that the school has cursed. While digging to build the foundation, they had apparently found two empty coffins - one adult's and one child's. My then principal called the whole parade of priests and pastors to bless the school. Didn't seem to work because a year later, the first of a chain of creepy deaths occurred.
She was a pretty, sweet girl from 2E1 who had suddenly developed a blood disorder. After a month of persistent headaches, she went to see the doctors who then diagnosed her with having a rare blood disease. A month, and plenty of tears later, she passed away. All I can remember of her was that smile she gave me as we walked down the rotanda.
The next girl who passed away was from 2E2 a couple of years later when I was in JC. During a trip to Melbourne, the car she was in crashed into a ravine. Her parents and brother passed away on the spot, but she managed to make it to a Singapore hospital before she too passed away.
The third one was the worst because it happened to a very dear friend of mine. She was from 2E3 and got involved in some bad company. I was in first year Uni by this time and got a page from her sister asking me to come down for the wake. That was by far one of the worse experiences of my life. She had fallen of the 6th floor along with a couple of other people. Yes, fallen not jumped.
The fourth was from 2E4 and this happened a year later. She had committed suicide.
This was when I thought the chain was just rubbish and that it had stopped. Until of course, I met one of my ex school mates a couple of days ago. She updated me on what happened to the fifth and sixth girl. The girl from 2E5 was a chirpy prefect from hockey. She had gotten into a bad accident while driving in KL and was in a coma for weeks. Close shave for her cos she recovered. Phew! The next girl was from 2E6 and she was killed in a fight of some sorts. Apparently, she was seeing a married man and in a stand-off got killed. Not too sure of the details but all we know is, she passed away and she was from the sixth class.
So. That leaves 2E7 which tragically folks, is MY CLASS! I'm not really taking all this seriously but still with heaps and heaps of salt. Mahn suggested that it was a good thing in the end because I ought to be living my life like everyday was the last. BUT STILL!!!!
Argh!!!
Nooo!!!!!
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