Goodbye 2006, Hello 2007!! :)

Dear Sissy Bird,

I am perplexed. What are the odds that a mouthful of vodka can cause a mild case of rashes on my arms? Or am I just allergic to alcohol? (Heh.)

Love,
Billabong Poh


P.S. It was just a mouthful of vodka and a mug of beer. I think I s*ck. :)

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Whee. And this will be the last post of 2006. A jolly good farewell.
Of course, there must have been some milestones this year.
But not too many great ones I must say. And none too worthy to mention.
I am only glad this year is over, seriously.

Met up with Sindy darling yesterday and the catching up session winded up at St James for some reason. I am not much of a night life person but I know better than to wear Havaianas to places like these. Blah, that's how unexpected it is. But it was fun, with Sissssy around!! :)

(AND YES BABE, I FEEL SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUUU!!! *wink)

Someone asked what do I like to do. Offhand, I always do not have the right answer. I replied "shopping?" anyhow. I must have sound like some kind of bimbo but that's what I do anyway right - shop offline, shop online and even manages my own online shop.

Then the same person went on to ask what do I like to do at night. So as usual, without the right answer offhand, I go "I don't have much of a night life". Immediately I realised how wrong that sounds - too brutally honest. Maybe something along the line of "I am not so much of a night life person" will be good. Both of which is true but the latter sounds way better. Blah, whatever.

I think "what do you like to do" is one of the most difficult question ever. (Or is it just me?) Tag me!! and tell me what do you like to do?

Here's my attempt during my DDB days (really cliche but this is the profile section for the blog alright so gimme a breakie):

The question that people love to ask, "What are your interests?"

Cliché and over raised, it still catches me off guard each time and I do not have an answer to that. I don’t sing. I hardly dance. I don’t draw well. There ain’t a particular sport I subscribe to.

But yes, I love being active. I would love to try a bit of everything. If I can choose, I would love to be Little Miss Sunshine.

I am a girly person, not as in pink and cuddly soft toys, but shopping (oh glorious shopping!). And this is where I develop my strong sense of what’s nice, what’s not.

I adore meeting people, and love myself better when I open up.

It’s not the interests that define me. It’s who I am - not what I do - and that will be for you to find out.

(shudder a lil) But that was like my best attempt?

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Come that very last 10 seconds of this year, 2007 will be started on a clean slate! For a lot of my girly peers, 2007 should be quite a year with all that graduation going on. I'm praying it'll be a greatt one for all of us! :)

For me, I've been thinking alot about my career (or job) options after graduation (which is like in 5 months time). I still see myself wanting an events job, and at the same time, considering the upcoming SIA interview real hard. The contigency plan has always been the recruit agency job which my agent once offered (though I don't know if the offer still holds), not exactly something of my interest but definitely a ground where I can start building my network.

4th option: Heh. This don't really count. But my dad has offered to invest in my "fashion" business, i.e. Little Red Heels, if I am interested to expand it beyond. I appreciate that. We'll see but I doubt so. LRH is a shared interest of Xiang and I, possibly sustainable but I am not too sure if this is what we want.

It's this interest (events) vs money (SIA, recruit) vs exposure (SIA) thing right now. I think I should start scrutinising the recruitment pages to widen my options.

Go go goooo!! Have fun tonightttttt!!
It's the NEW YEARRRR!!!

Love love.

Vi lo? Vair lo?

All the hype about Vivo City has kind of mess me up a lil. Here's how:

In the train dressed up with Velocity advert (yes, that new mall in Novena).

Me: Vi - lo - city.

Me: (Hmmm...) V - air - lo - city.

Me: Oh, velocity! (as in the correct pronunciation).

Collin: (-_-") it never occur to you as velocity right?

Me: *grinning wider than a cheshire cat*


Oh wells, I am not exactly the brightest spark in Physics after all (if AT ALL).
I think Jae (my JC physics teacher) will be depressed to know this. Urpsy.

Peace out.

Retrospection.

I remember something from my JC physics class - Inertia. So I did a simple google for it and this is what turns out:

Newton's first law of motion is often stated as

In an isolated system, a body at rest tends to remain at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.

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And so I realised from there,
here's the problem with me: I tend to look back.

I need to rectify this, i.e. to start moving forward and make up for lost time.

The unbalanced force have to come from within.
The drive to do well, to excel, to have faith, to believe in myself.

I wonder when was it that I stop believing that I am as big as I think I am.

Was it with the bad 'A' levels grades that cause me to end up 'almost nowhere' (my subjective expression of this term most probably differs from yours)?
Was it with the start of bad complexion days?
Was it the less than happy life in NUS?
Was it the sudden onsurge of fits that happened this year, especially the one during THE internship?

I don't really know and I guess it doesn't matter.
But I do remember how I truly used to love myself for everything that I am.
Egotistical you might say. But that was peace from within.

There must be a problem when people around you seem to hold more faith in you than you in yourself.

I am almost certain I've lost along the way.
Something intangible and invisible.
Something positive that had people coming up to me saying that they always knew or know I will make it one day.
Something wonderful that had people thinking that I bring laughter whenever I go.

Where is that optimist in me?
Overtaken by the realist I presume.
This has to be reverted too.

This is by no means condescending, but it's more like.. for the self.
I think they call this confidence.
And I am piecing back the parts which I've allowed to crumble.

I'm back.

There's something about life.

She who stole the chicken drumstick from the table and had the atrocity to growl at me when I tried to take it back.

Me a bad pet owner who spends too little time playing fetch with the dog.

He who nags (and nags and nags and nags) but is equally endearing at the same time.

Me a bad girlfriend who takes advantage of having a good boyfriend.

Life goes on.

Life's what-ifs drive me crazy sometimes.

But I just gotta breathe and let it go.

Simply because I don't have the guts to do otherwise.


Damn the guts.

Life like this..

So I updated my internet explorer and now I am staring at this rather foreign looking layout that will require much getting use to.

That’s how life is. Get shit thrown at you. Dwell in the shit hole for a while. And you move on (or get use to the stinky mess). Who knows, you’ll probably end up better off than before. (Of course, it could be worse, but it is always better to be optimistic.)

I hope I am making some sense. I’ve been talking a lot (like A L O T) ever since exams ended. That’s what five months of NUS do to you. This semester has been the craziest ever. I am just glad it is OVER and I finally emerged from the cave! *phew

I am dedicating my entire hols meeting up with random people and cliques, to Little Red Heels and to Collin (who is equally jobless but is freer than me, and that my jobless status is deliberate but not so much for him).

Praise the life of a student, minus the studying, plus the company of great school mates (the latter is questionable in my context but we save that for offline). I shall lead myself into believing that graduation is still miles away. *lalalalalaa (hmmm)

Anyhow, my dad can really be comical sometimes. Earlier on, he called me on my mobile asking me to return home earlier. Apparently, he and my mum shared a crab and took a canned drink each. Then according to him, my mum started to turn red and he began to feel giddy and wobbly all over.

It’s funny having your parents tell you such things. I was laughing all over, rather than feeling concerned. I arrived home to my sleeping parents and realised they finished the canned longan sakae my sis bought from Japan. Heh. Cute. So I see why none of my siblings are great drinkers. :)

Haven’t upload pictures for a while. Here’s just one from my gathering with my lovely childhood mates yesterday.


These are one of those really few people where you know you can totally let your guard down and speak from the heart. :)

On hindsight..

I hate being preachy, as much as I mean every word I say. But somehow, I feel whatever said becomes meaningless and perhaps, seemingly superficial when no physical effort actually takes place on my side.

There's a fine line when you claim that you have no time. It could very well be an excuse, as much as it is a reason.

I am ashamed to say I am one of those who always claim the lack of time; bore down by the zillion and one commitments that I enjoy (like Little Red Heels) and truly dread (like school, duh). Maybe it is just something people, including me, say to mask their lack of effort.

If there is any advanced new year resolution to make, I say I'll try to make time as far as I can.

X'mas is around the corner.
Take this opportunity to shower your very loved ones some tender loving erm, looove.


Love. :)

TWO MORE DAYS.

The whole world is having fun and I am still coop up at home with a hell lot of stuff to catch up. 2 more days.. just 2 more days. Grrr.

I am a genius, you know. I study in 1 day what people study for 3 months. Genius indeed. Can someone remind me THIS is the reason why I should be good next semester? (Then again, that's what I tell myself at the end of every semester but I never learn. Bloody hell.)

I wore my black FCUK tee for exams today and it reads,

fcuk on holiday

which of course is one helluva contradiction! I was really tempted to scribble an "(almost)" before the "on" but better still, a "(yeah right!)" at the end of the whole phrase.

chants: 2 more days. 2 more days. 2 more days.

I just want 2006 to end and cross my fings' hard that 2007 will be a better one for me. Too much surprises this year that I can barely cope. But hey, I survived. (But no more surprises please.)

Back to the books. sigh.


P.S. Friends, I will come out of my shell when exams are over. Love.
P.P.S. Can't wait!!