Fahrenheit autograph session 28/01/07

The scenario yesterday was absolutely ugly. Young girls with heavy make-up and tattooes were hurling strings of abuse at the security, shoppers were visibly annoyed by the long queue which snaked all around the place, some fans were requesting for autographs in wholesale, and the poor boys could not stop signing. Tempers flared, blood boiled, girls left crying and leaving a trail of curses and vulgarities, and the 3 of us took it all in. Even though we're told after 3 hours of queuing that 'we were in the wrong queue'. Wow, I'm amazed by the excuses these people think up to expel us from the queue. *Chuckles heartily* So a 'wrong' queue actually MOVES? Wow, I'm amazed once again.

And those jerks who jumped queue should just be dragged out and clobbered to death. I can't believe there could be people who could be so irrational and undignified when it comes to such stuff. It's just plain ugly. Sorry, but someone like me wouldn't be uncivilised enough to stuff myself in front of someone who has painstakingly queued for half a day and expect to walk away with a clear conscience.

But all in all, I thoroughly enjoyed the entire queuing frenzy. My gurlies and I got the rare opportunity to see humanity at its ugliest and crack a joke about it. The boys worked hard to climb the ranks in the celebrity world, and the last thing they'll ever need is to be branded 'cheaters' by the very people who supported them.

Perhaps alot of people have yet to realise the fact that the best thing a fan can do is to provide the courage they need to stay in the revolving industry, not flood in for autographs audaciously and lambaste them for their inability to leave a mark on your cd or shake their hands. The mark in your heart is more important than anything else. But it breaks my heart to watch them smile and perform for so many people even though deep down inside they're thoroughly drained and exhausted. My salutes. P.S: My gurlies and I didn't get autographs, too. Hehe. :)

Saturday drives me out of the adult world

My computer is COMPLETELY screwed up, so much so that it's unable to start up regularly. *Bleahz* Fortunately, I was still about to wriggle around the system and find a way to access the Internet. Hello?! I'd have died a billion years ago if I were cut off from the outside world for just a day! The ultimate turn-off's that my MS Setup CD is GONE. GONE.

On a lighter note, Saturday definitely brings on a whole new meaning to life, because it's the only time when I'm about to discard that 'work-life' facade and apparate to my own enclave. But yet again, the flu has done me in, so I'm currently on 2 Biogesics every 4 hours to suppress the heatwave and a tablespoonful of pi pa gao every 6 hours to permit me to speak audibly. Just as I was thinking about screaming my throat hoarse later on...

I've passed the stage of euphoria and moved on to the stage of inner-battle and denial. I'm still trying to get past myself in terms of nursing a huge infatuation on young men, their good looks and their not-so-good voices. My telemarketeer friend judges a guy's look by his voice; this doesn't seem congruent to this particular outfit. Good looks -> Checked.Good acting skills -> Checked.Good voice -> Urm...So the moral of the story is: Never judge a guy by his macho-sounding voice; he might turn out to be that fervent stalker of yours with the huge nose ring and acne-ridden face.

And to my employers, PAY ME NOW!!!

Lunch-blogging is a risky part-time job

I must be obscenely out of my mind to blog during office hours, but the silence here is just too suffocating. Recharged and refreshed after yesterday's mahjong game (although I was on a major losing streak), I returned to office... to stone, yet again. Oh yes, not to forget those A3-sized Excel spreadsheets I've got to painstakingly scrutinise when I'm already half-blind. But the up-side's that I've got my CDs (and thanks to Jane for hers!) to rely on to repel the deafening silence. So while everyone's out for lunch, I shall take a breather.

The weekend's going to bring on a whole new meaning to life for me, because I'm going to be as outrageous as I can before I turn the big lunar 2-0. Perhaps you forgot that you'll always be a year older going by the Chinese lunar calendar. That sucks, but you can't avoid it.

Weekends, here I come!

Did a thorough sweep at BPP and bagged a couple of good bargains as part of my Chinese New Year shopping fiasco. And I totally adored that Nike blouse. But *gasp* where's my pay? It's supposed to be banked in by now. Now, don't ever let me catch you prats trying to cheat this woman here of my pay (like my first employer did), or I'll wraggle your eyeballs from your head.

*Snorts*

Of course, I'm always caught catching up with friends whenever I'm available. Today's no exception, and we had a ball of a time. To all those guys enlisting soon, take care!
On the other hand, like the majority of teenage girls here (except the fact that I'm no longer of growing age), I'm totally looking forward to this weekend. The anticipation alone is robbing me of air.

The madness has overwhelmed me. Stand by.

I've made a huge decision to go all out this time. Yes, I'm going to do all it takes to conquer the last obsession before I come of age. I'm 18 and 4 months old, and I'm ready to fire up and go all crazy. Blame all this on the adrenaline rush I get everytime I see those precious faces. I'm absolutely surrendering myself to the little girl in me, and I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy it all. Cheers.

I'm a huge sicko who loves to work

Perhaps I'm engineered to work, not study. That's probably why I love my work to death, although it involves a killer amount of paperwork and an absolute monarchy cycle. I love the adrenaline rush I get whenever my boss dumps a shitload of files on my desk. And hey, I've got my own cubicle. How cool's that? I get to decorate my work space with whatever I wish. And if she's contemplating an extension to my contract, I promise I'll treat all my close friends. So, how close are you to me to be able to leverage on my gloating habit?

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The bugbear's tempting me again. Yes, I'm neunzehn Jahre alt (or 19 years old in German), but I'm still getting my foot caught up in all this lovey-dovey teeny-bopper shit. And the last thing I'll ever need is a temptation. Yikes. Boys, get away from me. Far, far away.

Please stop me if I can't stop laughing at you

Oh my god my life just took a turn for the better today.

Just when I thought working under the freezing air conditioner's a chore, my boss finally gave new meaning to the word 'work'. Just 2 hours before I could knock off, she came to me and handed me a BOX of files. I swore I was regurgitating four-lettered vulgarities while frantically rushing through that mountain of documents; I didn't want to be late for a dinner date with the Gurlies. I swear my boss would throw up four-lettered words tomorrow, because she'll have to find more work to keep my fingers moving.

And when 4 irrational girls come together, all we could do was to laugh ourselves bonkers, like we always do. I'd reckon we formed a female Fahrenheit, since a couple of us find a couple of guys in Fahrenheit cute. Count me out. I still love grey eyes and blonde tresses.

And as to who I'm mocking, I believe it'll all come to light. It's just a matter of time before the self-made dummies obediently raise their inflatable arms and laugh at their own stupidity, too.

The many IFs in life

I started to feel pretty useless today, for no apparent reason. I guess it's the toil of sitting and waiting to see if you're going to climb up there or sit at the bottom of the pit and eat dirt all your life. It's pretty near, yet pretty far. Perhaps when the results come out, I wouldn't feel as uneasy as I am now.

Sometimes, I felt that I was doing things right. And while pondering on the same situation yonks later, regret and remorse was all I felt. Did I really sway in the positive direction? Or was I just heralding my own downfall? Sometimes, I wish I hadn't put so much thought into it, and things might actually turn out right.

I don't need a break right now; I need to load myself with work to kill off the silly thoughts in my head. Then probably my heart wouldn't beat as fast.

So much for the confetti

Moi: Pa, Ma, I was thinking about a trip to Taiwan with a bunch of friends.

Dad: Oh, I don't think I have Taiwan currency at home.

Mum: I think you better not go. The weather's not that good there around this time, always raining. And you better save your money to go to Uni. And...

Yah, it went on, until we got off the car. So much for picking a good time. I'm 18, people, and I can't make my own decisions. Ma and Pa will always have to stamp my passport first. Pa stamped 'Yes, direct flight with no frills'; Mum stamped 'No access, GROUNDED'. Talk about opposite attraction.

But don't be too early to brand me a Mommy's girl; I only listen in win-win situations. Perhaps you can't win all the time, my Mum taught me. So yes, I'm currently fighting an ailing battle against time and the hands which control my fate. And those limbs, unfortunately, just happen to belong to my Mum.

"Yes Mommy!"

Updating updates

Okay, I heard someone yodelling and decided to check it out. So anyone missing me yet? *Dodges the rotten bananas*

Been busy working, and after holing up in my bed for half the day, I'm going to go to work tomorrow. I guess money makes the lazy bum run a thousand miles.

German lessons have been good, and I'm seriously considering going into advanced class. Soon,
I'll be uttering Deutsch like a Berliner.

And I'm currently dreaming of a holiday to Taiwan probably next month or March. Will update regarding the details, but all I can divulge is that it involves a really good-looking guy.

Till then, bis spatter!

The unspeakable unspoken

I'm currently suffering the worst fate any vocalist would die to avoid; a throat infection. My steamboat lunch with XXL and NX was ruined, I was permitted to only porridge for breakfast and lunch, my dad loaded me with tons of papaya and I'm so bloated from all that water. Which comes to the point: Did my throat bear all the brute of yesterday's K Box session? Perhaps, because all I knew was the ol' so familiar gritty feeling was snaking up my throat before I fell asleep last night, or this morning, rather. With this, my dad chose to attribute my plight to my wretched sleeping habits.

"Always using the computer until sooo late. No wonder."

Since my dad's condemned this "ridiculous routine", maybe I shall try to sleep early.
I'll try.
Maybe I'll sleep 5 minutes earlier.

All brawns and no brains

It’s becoming increasingly difficult to suppress my truculent alter-ego. Situations just keep popping up; I keep running up walls, people choose to pick on the very minute details… Of course, I still maintain my cheery disposition to keep me running on an infinite supply of positive vibes generated out of thin air. I’m one of the lucky ones who realize the importance of keeping myself out of the ‘anger’ zone and pick myself out of situations where I’m prone to lose my temper, but it’s a tad harder to keep the smile on my face for a second longer nowadays. Volatility of my temperament is fluctuating at a dangerous rate, and I’m still grappling with the process of growing up. I’m freaking out big time.

And people whom I love to bits are getting themselves in waist-deep trouble. One chooses to run away from the impossible problems, while the other has plunged head-first into a pool of murky waters. The worst bit’s when people choose to kick up a big fuss, poke their incessant noses into people’s business, act as the great pretenders, and wants their thumbs in every pie. Please, give them a break; they’re grown-up enough to solve their own problems with their own solutions, and they’ve got to face the music themselves. Why bother to kick up a big fuss when it’s not even your bloody business? Be it as a friend or a fan, I think you’re rational enough to know what the outcome is if you were to plant your arse in this complicated business. This isn’t child’s play; things could blow out of proportion and ruin everything. Everything. So please, think twice or thrice if you have to, before you lay your hands on the keyboard and churn up half a page of accusations and allegations.

PSP Slim = PSP

Sony loves to churn out alluring products which look good enough to eat: just take a look at the new PSP Slim. The glossy back cover looks like a piece cut out of a candy house, and even more similar if you've seen the flowery pink or romantic violet one. Those 2 colours drive the girls mad; the first version didn't come in those beautiful hues, unless you were into that nauseating bright pink-coloured one. But I'm currently holding tight onto my purse strings; the PSP Slim is probably just similar to a souped up SUV; prettier, but still works the same way.

I cringed with envy when I saw the violet one in the display panel of Comic Connection; those bums at Sony heard my plea far too late! I came home, took out my ivory white PSP, and asked for its forgiveness in case I sold it out of irrationalism. 5 minutes ago, I had second thoughts, and went back to beg my darlin' for forgiveness again for ever having the idea of selling it.

Alright, the PSP Slim is a true darling for all lovers of handheld consoles, especially after Sony has made it 19% slimmer with a really plastic-y cover, 33% lighter with a slimmer battery and slightly more curvaceous (which sounds suspiciously like someone who's just undergone plastic surgery). Apart from that, the joystick panel has been (seemingly) improved to provide a better feel of the buttons, some of the little triggers have been relocated, the speakers shifted... and that's it. Oh yes, and the (again, seemingly) useless HD/video output, unless you're into gaming with your TV screen but can't afford the PS3. And that's all.

You may say I'm just a sucky consumer who's sulking over the fact that the PSP Slim is prettier and cuter, but I can assure you, that may not be the case. Although there are rumours that the PSP Slim's firmware has been hacked, I'm still skeptical over it. I mean, truthfully, who wants a PSP which only works for 70-bucks-a-piece game ware? I'd rather beg. Besides, nearly all the functions (unless you consider HDTV plugin) are the SAME. Serious. So after today, Kevyl, don't even bother to tempt me with your PSP Slim (if you ever get one to add to your collection of PSP, DS Lite, PS2 and what not), because I'll be the first to attack that yummy back cover with my university matriculation card. Plus, the purple version still isn't going to get me yet. I'll just go get a flashy skin to blow them off.

Some ol' so funny comments from avid gamers about the PSP Slim:

"I can't believe they did not add a second analog stick. Everybody who has a PSP wants a 2 analog stick. Sony Why did you not listen to us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Where is the built in Stylus pen, touch screen, and 2nd dual screen that flips open? PDSP?"

"Just one question. IS NOT THIS A HANDHELD CONSOLE? so, why in the burning hell should I want to connect it to my hdtv?? Sony wanted the psp to do so many things that gamers barely cares about and finished not doing what was meant to de the best: PLAYING GAMES . ITS A HANDHELD CONSOLE, or would you like your computer to wash the dishes, that would be cool."

"The new psp looks very cheap and cheezy looking. It looks like they put together two 99 cents front and back plastic covers and a screen and called the it a "psp." The pictures of umd tray on the new psp makes it look even cheaper. It is nice that it is slim and has a longer battery life. But I think the old psp is built better "quality-wise." Rumors are going around that the new psp is unflashable so you can't use it for homebrew."

"This is nothing, why'd they bother? I rather stick with my Fatass PSP than get an Anorexic PSP."

"The new psp is really nice. its insanely light and far more comfortable to hold, while the buttons are also better. Sony told me you can swap in a battery from the older psp and you could get almost double battery life!"

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