Down down down.

Deadline for MArch application,
Is 1ST FEBRUARY 2006,
Not 15th Feb...
.......................
SHIT !!!

Everything seems to be going badly,
In the last few months of the Rooster Year.
The only comforts being YT's offer to help,
Plus a few comfort calls with friends.

Meanwhile, Louis has arrived in London,
And Catrin is arriving on 1st Feb.
Hmmm.

If the hard time I had room hunting,
Was a sign to go back to Singapore
(according to my dearest Frank friend),
Then losing my working notebook,
Plus the most recent damage from wear and tear,
Of my Year 3 CD archive,
Is a clear sign of no-no to return to NUS.

The men from the cleaning company came today,
To have a mini meeting with Richard and I,
Only to reaffirm that the cleaners didn't take the box.

In my humble opinion,
There are only 4 possibilities,
Of what happened between 2030h when I left on Tuesday,
And 0930h when Millie came in on Wednesday,
Be it intentionally or mistakenly.

1. Cleaners removed the box
2. Someone in the office removed the box.
3. 3rd party (eg. thief) sneaked in and removed the box.
4. Heavenly intervention/box grew legs and walked away.

I have sent an email to the whole office enquiring,
If anyone has taken the box by mistake,
And no one seemed to have a clue.

So if 1+2+4 are out,
That leaves us option 3.
Unfortunately the office has no CCTV.
And because Option 1 is out,
Due to the cleaning company's claim,
And the firm belief of our facilities head,
There is no compensation of any sort.

Without a doubt,
Nothing can compensate my 2 years odd,
Spent taking notes meticulously for my portfolio.
But I am sure it could help replace my headphones,
And the brand new coffee press.

Frankly speaking,
I don't think anyone really gives a shit,
To this tragedy I have suffered.

After waiting three days to hear such a conclusion,
This seems like such a fucking sweet result.

If yesterday was a bad day,
Today is Hell.

Because of hot-desking,
I placed all my stuff into a brown box,
Marked with my name and "do not remove",
Right beside some lady's desk.
And this morning when I came into work,
Voila! It is gone!

It felt as if my life was almost over.
All my notes from work the past 2+ years,
+ notes for portfolio
+ brand new bodum coffee press
+ headphones
+ lots more
I don't think the box looked like trash,
But I do think the cleaner threw it away.
THEY MUST BE BRAINLESS!

Rang the man in-charge from the cleaning co. ,
Who said they can only get back to me tomorrow,
After meeting up with the respective cleaners.
By that time, I am sure everything is gone forever.
He said that there is some sort of insurance coverage,
So maybe I should tell him my headphones were Bose?

And oh,
I just won this electric scooter,
But I think I overpaid for 12V.

I always knew that we will see each other soon,
But I didn't realise it would be this soon.

Catrin got her internship in London -
She will be arriving on 1st of February.
I think I will spend my time on portfolio,
So I will be too busy to meet up till mid-February.
Meanwhile, she can meet Louis,
Who will be on show in London,
And also Diana and co.,
If they go to Birmingham,
For the lighting workshop.

I put up some A1 prints on the wall today,
Of the thumbnails from the CA photos 2004/05,
To remind me to stay wanderlust.

Happy Things.

Digital camera LCDs fixed,
For abit less than S$160.

A new toy for caffeine,
To save me from instant coffee.
(How did I ever think it was OK?!)



Have to make a decision,
Whether to buy Energie jeans,
Or Replay corduroy pants.
(I have 5 pairs of jeans.)
Or maybe I should get both...
But I am rather broke.
This reminds me of a quote:
Those who say money can't buy happiness,
Haven't discovered the joys of shopping.

Sugarmama, where are you?

Exactly one year and a day ago,
I drove almost non-stop 8 hours,
All the way from SF to Orange County.
And exactly one year ago,
I left California,
The morning after going to Nicole's,
To drop off her 24th birthday present(s).
It has been a very very long time,
Since I heard from her.

This very day,
Catrin received her belated birthday present,
That I send from London last week.
More Minstrels.
How creative can I get?

Oh blue eyes...
You bring me such blues.

WAH!

Two oooh-LaLa pieces of news today.

Un.
While I was checking out Long Hu Bang,
This rare but familiar surname popped up,
And upon inspection,
I realised I know this girl!
The girl in my club in JC!



Shijia always had an amazing voice,
And a really great personality,
So I am not surprise that she is a singer.
[Ok so not all singers are nice.]
I mean, I always liked to hear her sing!
But to see her becoming a pop star,
Is seeing the realisation of dreams,
Dreams that people always think are too impossible.
This discovery overwhelms me with excitement.



Maybe it is time to write to laoshi,
To ask her to bring out all the old albums,
Where I think Shijia sang one or two songs in them. ;)

Dos.
Yan is getting married!
[She has kindly agreed to wait for my return]
To a descendent of Fang Shi Yu!

I didn't get the place with 2 leather sofas,
In a very bright and large living room.
But it is alright,
Because now I have finally found a home,
Located in the same area (Stoke Newington),
In an attic room in a rather cosy house.
Yes, my knowledge of London,
Is greatly expanded with the variety of areas,
I have been living in within the last 3 years.
The worry about the transport from Stokie,
Will have to be ironed away with time.

This few days have been abit crazy,
Because all the Capricorns have their birthdays.
And knowing the number of Capricorns I've liked...
Not that I am giving all of them presents, of course.

A side note:
I am totally addicted to Memoirs of a Geisha.

I went to see 2 places today.

One house is Hackney,
Had the rudest people I have ever met,
In my entire history of room hunting.
I will mention names!
It was a gay-ish guy called Simon,
And an Aussie-Asian girl called Isa.
This is excerpts of our conversation.

Isa: So what do you like to do?
J: I would like to have housemates who hang out abit...
At this point, the woman had this weird choking-laugh,
And she bloody snorted.
For a moment I wasn't sure if she had breathing problems,
Or was she just plain rude.
J: Why, is that not right? Do you guys hang out?
*pregnant pause and moment of silence*
Isa + Simon: Well, yes of course we do.
[ Yeah yeah yeah. ]

I mentioned I may not stay for 6 months.
Isa: It is hard to find a place for so short.
J: Well I had an offer for a place, for 400quid.
... It was newly renovated too, at a convenient location.
Isa: Oh then why didn't you take it?
J: It didn't have anyone else in the house.
Isa: Isn't that what everyone wants?
J: Hmm. No.....
Simon: Why don't you try to live in a hostel?

Osti de Criss!!
Cazzo voui ?!
Doesn't anyone understand the true concept of houseshare?

And after this I went to see another place,
Located around Stamford Hill,
With a very large room and lovely people,
The complete opposite of the Hackney Schlampe.
Totally inline with my theory of a houseshare.

I even sat down in the room of a Japanese girl,
To chat with the people in the house about random things.
Very quirky house that I really like.
But verdict only comes after dinner with them,
Which will happen next Tuesday.
Actually, a meal is a rather good way to judge people,
Don't you think so?

While I am trying to maintain my standards,
Of my basic living environment & conditions,
Jia thinks I don't have much choices,
And shouldn't be so picky.

I told her I'll rather check in to a travel hostel,
(She thought I couldn't be serious, but I am.)
Than to live with assholes & subbas.

Afterall, I am human!
I need a home, not a roof!

A couple of no-replies,
Brought about a change in room-hunting strategy.

I am just going to find a place,
With a large-ish social area,
Hopefully with internet,
And with a bunch of nice people,
Who will be as good as that I had in Sweden.

Well actually that was always the case,
Just that I was pickier about the area,
Only choosing between Stokie & Borough.
But I am getting very very very tired.
Even Hackney is OK now.
Bring it on, baby.

First day of work,
Was like first day of school.
I think I did OK.

I did one of those tests again.
Today it says it is from Dalai Lama.
*ahem*

So according to them,
My current priorities are:
Family Pride Career Love Money.

The thoughts bit go:
I am loyal.
My partner is free & mysterious.
My enemies are sly.
Sex is black.
My life is vast.

The people bit goes:
Yan is someone I won't forget.
Ruth is my true friend.
Mom is someone I really love.
Cat is my twin soul.
Ron is someone I will remember forever.

*raise brows*

OKW said on 29/11/05 :
We (do this and that) for damsels in distress..
... privilege comes with responsiblity.

I retorted.
Of course I help damsels in distress.
I offer to CAD and photoshop,
I read HELP files on computer programmes,
I remember the stuff they like,
blahblahblahblah.
But so what?

YT replied:
Cannot be too nice lah,
You are too nice.

Ok so maybe the solution is,
Just to be nice to one damsel?

Then Today -
The O.A. with blue eyes said:
you are always too nice
Me:
Oh no that is not a nice thing to hear.

According to the movie Taking Lives,
Her statement is the 'Kiss of Death'.
(Without the actual kiss, of course.)
Because, as we now know,
Girls don't dig nice guys!

Why did you think I want to be a jerk?

Memories are great things,
If you don't have to deal with the past.

YT reminded me to look at my old blog,
And I read a whole chunk of stuff from Dec03-Jan04,
That I didn't quite remember so well.

Kick-off to this year hasn't been that great,
With the lack of laughter in the following:
1 New Year Party
2 Clubbing
3 Room-hunting

Apparently I missed a fabulous house party,
When I didn't follow Phoebe on New Year's Eve.
A courtyard surrounded by 4 houses,
3 of which organised the party together,
Each having their own DJ and music in the house,
But you are free to hang out in the courtyard...
OK I shall not let my imagination go on.

2006 must be a GOOD year,
Because I want it so.
Alright?

New Year Resolutions.

1. Travel to at least one country that I haven't been
2. Anger Management
3. Do Happy Things
4. Get enough money to get a new digicam
5. Have a healthier lifestyle

I want to experience this as soon as possible:
The moment that I can truly say,
"I haven't been this happy for a long long time."

Let's kick more asses this year.

Clubbing is getting unbearable painful.
The Martin lights they use at various clubs,
Reminds me too much of my Swedish stint.
I always think of her -
The way she moves,
The way she twitches her eyebrows,
Everything,...
Even what happened the last time we went clubbing.

I need to get over and out quick.