all that durian..

i think my body's going a bit crazy..even gab was like "are you sure?" when i went round looking for a milo bar (that is, after lunch at karen's place and two buns from four leaves).. then after footie, i got home, had dinner, met kenneth and jinx, had teh-peng (iced teh) and after that, we met aileen and had a durian supper at geylang! weight check as of this morning..no change leh! where have all the food gone!!

when i reached home, i was so totally exhausted (as my friends will tell you, i ain't no night owl!)..but i couldn't sleep until about 2-3am! argh! all that durian.. for the whole of today, i've been a bit brain dead..yes even during my interview this morning..but it's finance and i don't really want to go back into that so it's not so bad.. after that i tried to call my agent to tell her i wasn't taking the singtel call centre job and..

addy: may i speak to kaye?

someone else: kaye's in a meeting right now..can i help you?

addy: eh..urm..uh..what (i wanted to ask what time would she be back)..urm..eh..how (how long would the meeting last?)..urrr..i..uh..(that took about a minute i should think, before..) it's alright i'll call back later!

on hindsight i should have just given my name and asked her to call me back..bah..just wanted to whine a little before my telemarketing assignment..may "top up" later..addy out!

addy says..
never eat durians on the eve of an interview..

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in relation to my eating habits..i've gone on a cd rampage (shit!)..been a long time since i lost control..think a part of it is due to stress? i have no bladdy idea stress over what..body stress? mental stress? stressed over the job hunt? stressed over finances? stressed over my sickness? stressed over stress? or maybe i've just too much damn free time (which the telemarketing assignment will help solve a little!)..

casualties (within the past month or two):

alicia keys: the diary of (secondhand)
cher: the greatest hits (secondhand)
kd lang: ingenue (secondhand)
kt tunstall: eye to the telescope
lene marlin: lost in a moment
silje nergaard: the essential
chris tomlin: ...arriving
ed harcourt: the beautiful lie
morrissey: live at earl's court
thom yorke: the eraser
delirious?: cutting edge 3 and 4
delirious?: the mission bell
electrico: hip city
human nature: here and now (secondhand)
keane: under the iron sea
longpigs: mobile home (secondhand)
muse: black holes and revelations
razorlight: razorlight
republica: republica (secondhand)
the automatic: raoul ep
the cure: wish (secondhand)
the departure: dirty words
the feeling: twelve stops and home
the kills: no wow
various artists: alternative love songs (secondhand)
various artists: top 25 praise songs (secondhand)
various artists: wow worship (secondhand)
jolin tsai: j-top
jj lin: haven (secondhand)
jj lin: cao cao

for those hungry wolves out there..no i am not ripping anything out for you!
pay me to!

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complain column..

addy wishes to bring three p.a. charges against jinxy for:

physical attack
- for all the piaks on the back (my cough cured already hor) and that right hook in my ribs!

personal attack
- suan me leh!

psychological attack
- by calling me lame and then laughing at what i say confuses me and..when i threaten to drop you off along the expressway, you are not supposed to negotiate the location or laugh, that confuses me as well!!

cough cough..bye bye!

my cough's almost gone..yes! actually, it has been getting better since last sunday..not sure how but it just suddenly got better..

maybe it's..

1. my aunt's back-whacking..yes she literally whacked me all over my back! it's supposed to clear the phlegm by the way..

her: -piak piak piak-

addy: haha..cough cough..hahaha..cough cough..

her: don't laugh!

addy: oorh..cough cough..

2. my grandma's miracle massage with the hong you (hokkien for medicated oil)..and you should really stop picturing her doing that whole shaolin thing! not so drama k!

or

3. sunday's church service..praise God..

whichever it was, i'm just glad the cough's over.. now xp and jinxy, don't come buddy buddy with me until you girls are nice and cured hor? :P

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quotes of the day courtesy of..roland!

"i think i got even more fair lo~"
addy says: dude soon you'll be transparent!!

"hmm.. maybe.. but i think you got the charisma to charm ppl!.. ;D"
addy says: is that why you always hug me when you see me?

it's nice talking to roland..he's always so cheerful and carefree.. even when you're having a bad day, just talking to him can somehow soften the blow a little.. since we're on him, here are just three things about roland..

1. he is one blur dude.. either that or his acting has been damn consistent throughout the years!

2. he is usually in white.. no no not him! there's this rumour that ninety percent (maybe more!) of his wardrobe is made up of white t-shirts!

3. he hugs me.. everytime he sees me without fail! till today i still ask myself..why? sam and raymond are so much more cuddly!

my aunt writes too!

was just talking to my aunt edna about writing..she writes poetry too..and her stuff is really cool as well.. we both agreed that writing is not so much an expression of what we really feel about things in general..but it's more an expression of what we were feeling in a particular moment.. it's like if i had just written an angry poem, it doesn't mean that i am an angry person most of the time..it just means that i had anger to burn in that particular instance and it so reflects in my poetry.. though it may not seem so, poems are like entries in a diary..they help us remember those little moments in time when we put down our emotions into words.. the beautiful thing is, unlike diaries and blogs, the structure of poems mean that they can connect with a whole lot people and yet mean so many different things depending on their own interpretation of the poems..

today for those who are sick and tired of my poems, here's one which is written by my aunt (or at least i think it is!)..and for those who are sick of poems in general, oh well, bear with it then..

My dear child, do not despair
People say that life is unfair
But I say, we all have our share
of happiness and wealth, do not compare

Love will come, love will go
I don't want to say, I told you so
Memories of past, do not hold
Bright future about to unfold

All that is broken, let it be
Tears blind you, you can't see
Lock away the past, throw away the key
Jump for joy, yes, you are free

The world has so much to offer you
Grab all you can, not just a few
Open your heart, your life's renewed
Can you feel it, oh, isn't it thrill?

just a ghost

went for an interview with sistic today for a customer service position..thought it went pretty well..but throughout the interview i had this empty feeling inside like "what am i doing here?".. also realised today that sistic though an established brand, is a pretty small company..that's besides the point isn't it? the thing is since monday, my mind is pretty darn determined to get that ibm job..for those who do not know yet, despite my initial worries, my interview with anne, the ibm manager went well and i thought we really connected in terms of our expectations.. now it's just a matter of waiting for the second interview..anyway, with regards to the ibm position, my dad had this to say..

dad: i spoke with my friend and you have a pretty good chance..

addy: who did you speak to? what did you say?

dad: you needn't bother about that..i did not mention who you are..

what the!

false hopes..argh..no more no more..this better not be another case of the "fullerton blues"!

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in keeping with my writing mood, here's another one for the scrapbook..actually, i have lots of ideas on my mind which will probably appear here in the coming days..do protest if you've had enough yeah? ironic i should write this then realise "this is the chinese seventh month isn't it? ooo..freaky..

why do you hide in the shadows?
like you're still in my life but as a ghost
watching me from afar
while i wonder how you are
while i stumble and i fall and i wait for you
but no hand reaches out to raise this fool
why then show concern for me
yet pretend to be anonymous to me?
why do you even care
about my obstacles and how i fare?
walk away since you've chosen to leave
don't give me hope which i will not receive
don't keep me looking among the shadows
for the person who got too close
who followed her heart and fell in love
but chose to remain just a ghost

addy (26 july 2006)

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it's funny (how love works)

recently, quite a number of my friends are getting into this friend or lover situation..so this kind of came into my head..

it's funny how love works
hiding in the corners we never expect it to lurk
how friends can turn suddenly into lovers
how an ordinary hug can become something more precious
when saying goodbye makes you feel a sense of loss
glancing at the phone regularly to check for missed calls
but there is a line drawn, so how can it be
that friends can turn into lovers so easily?
did someone accidentally step over the line?
or was this part of the plan the whole time?
that things would end up this way
how your eyes would meet, and you'd both feel the same way
funny how love sneaks up on us sometimes
it's like cupid fired his arrows while we weren't looking behind
of course, you can walk away and you can reject it
or you can be loved if you just accept it
it's funny, this wasn't supposed to happen
but since when did love ever need a logical explanation?

addy (25 july 2006)

don't take this as my advice..just take it as something nice..