Bouclé Sweaters

They've finally arrived :-) and are simply gorgeous next to skin :-D

"Boys are Stupid"

(Borrowing a line from The Stapler Maniac.)

You know he is attracted when his eyes never leave your face, and he asks unnecessary questions just to catch your attention, and he laughs at all your really stupid jokes (which you come up with just to see how easy it would be to make him laugh).

Write Me

Via LMD. So says The Handwriting Wizard:

" ... healthy relationship to the past and is ready to move on ... and willing to get started living now and planning for the future. ... very self-sufficient. She is trying not to need anyone. She is capable of making it on her own. She probably wants and enjoys people, but she doesn't 'need' them. She can be a loner. (Just call me DIY Girl. Snicker.) ... sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time. (Yes, I am really not as strong as I seem. Please don't hurt me. Or I'll freakin' acidify your face.) ... practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. X basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality -- not too 'out of reach'. She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagory, her self-perception is better than average. ... very investigating and creative mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When X slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project. She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. X can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip. (X also has a very confused mind now!) ... candid and direct when expressing her opinion. She will tell them what she thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want her opinion, don't ask for it! (When will people ever learn.) ... demand respect and will expect others to treat her with honor and dignity. X believes in her ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. She has a lot of pride. (RESPECT MY AWWWTHORITY!!!) ... uses judgment to make decisions. She is ruled by her head, not her heart. She is a cool, collected person who is usually unexpressive emotionally. Some may see her as unemotional. She does have emotions but has no need to express them. She is withdrawn into herself and enjoys being alone. The circumstances when X does express emotions include: extreme anger, extreme passion, and tremendous stress. If someone gets her mad enough to tell her off, she will not be sorry about it later. She puts a mark in her mind when someone angers her. She keeps track of these marks and when she hits that last mark she will let them know they have gone too far. She is ruled somewhat by self-interest. All her conclusions are made without outside emotional influence. She is very level-headed and will remain calm in an emergency situation. In a situation where other people might get hysterical, she has poise. X will work more efficiently if given space and time to be alone. She would rather not be surrounded by people constantly. In a relationship, she will show her love by the things she does rather than by the things she says. Saying 'I love you' is not a needed routine because she feels her mate should already know. The only exception to this is if she has logically concluded that it is best for her mate to hear her express her love verbally. X is not subject to emotional appeals. If someone is selling a product to her, they will need to present only the facts. They should present them from a standpoint of her sound judgment. She will not be taken in by an emotional story about someone else. She will meet emergencies without getting hysterical and she will always ask 'Is this best for me?' ... a balanced ability to be social and interact with others."

No More Questions

"Any questions?" He turned to me. And smiled.

"No." I shook my head. And smiled. And caught not for the first time that evening, the quick flash of disapproval on that otherwise composed demeanour that continued to smile -- I had not directed any questions at a few of the interviewees. I suppose he had felt I was not playing my role as one of the interview panel, especially since I would be working closely with the new slaves staff.

On my part, it was not a lack of interest. Neither was it that watching some of the interviewees during the first few minutes, and listening to their responses to the rest of the panel, I had found them wanting in terms of relevant work experience and personality. I would still have tried to make them feel comfortable if not for the fact that they had made the effort to groom themselves and found their way to our obscure location.

Unfortunately, a few of them seemed to have left their brains at home. To a stock question like "Why should we give a job to a fresh graduate?", one smart-ass returned with "Why not?" and shrugged her brawny shoulders nonchalantly. (Maybe all her blood goes to maintaining those otherwise rather sexy female biceps.) A few even unabashedly declared that, as fresh graduates, they just needed some experience with us so they could move on to their preferred jobs!!!

Perhaps I was simply speechless that people could come so unprepared and carry themselves so badly, and yet still expect a job to be handed to them on a platter. Really, who would hire a Marketing graduate if she could not even sell herself during a job interview? It just seemed as if they were not even interested in the job, and the evening was a waste of time for everyone.

Nonetheless, we did meet a few rather promising candidates that evening, and have since made our choices.

I look forward to our new slaves staff. Heh.


Chocolate Martinis and steak sandwiches at Morten's. Yummilicious.

Now, how does learning how to cook a steak in Morten's kitchen sound? ;-)

I am Pissed

My Poznet account crashed/corrupted/fucked up yesterday. I uploaded two new entries but for some reason, the blog was still showing the old entries though I was sure the updated files were already in the server (I downloaded them to double-check). Later in the night, I could not even access the server but the blog was otherwise fine.

I reported to Poznet and I just got my account reset.

But I lost the two new entries, one of which was rather long.




Fine. I'll rewrite my entries then.


Jack Russell Deluxe

Elmo and Elmo

Moving Pictures

The first -- and ONLY -- comments from the guys in my guild was that Anne Hathaway was really hot. Ah. Now that explains the gratuitous sex scenes. Brokeback Mountain certainly has something for everyone, doesn't it?

Anyway, I spent most of the two hours mesmerised by Jake Gyllenhaal and those amazingly lush eyelashes.

One Day at a Time

"This guy fell to his death wearing prescription eyeglasses. Jumpers take their glasses off. Suicide is the ultimate form of selfishness. It's unlikely anyone cowardly enough to take his own life would be brave enough to watch his own death."
~ Gil Grissom, CSI

The few occasions when we met since graduation, I was always a little surprised to find that he had aged again -- and it was not just the expanding waistline and thinning hair. It was as if a little something more in him was lost with that increasingly tired shrug-and-smile routine whenever he talked about work and life. But for a few years, I think he was genuinely happy, and it seemed like life was finally looking better for him.

When we arranged to catch up over lunch at Blue Ginger along Tanjong Pagar yesterday, neither of us realised it would be Valentine -- an ironical choice, for the weary words that would find their voice again, and yet do not come forth easier with each re-telling.

We sat across from each other, his back to the glass panels that looked out onto the streets on the bright Tuesday afternoon. Between relating the events of the last few months and picking at his food aimlessly, he often raised a finger to the corner of an eye; a few times, he would pause for a moment before continuing. I noticed how the remaining wisps of hair on the top of his head seemed so frail against the light pouring in behind him. And I realised that most of his hair had turned grey.

As I watched him fading in the roomful of smiling strangers, I wish I could tell him with more conviction that it was not his fault; that it was not because he had not tried hard enough; that it was not because he was just not good enough; that he would find love again. And though I did believe some of it, those of us who have loved and lost know it takes two to love and to lose. And it is not so much about finding love again -- cold comfort at such moments -- it is the love that was lost, and the loss that we would have to live with; the part of ourselves that is irrevocably lost.

The only thing I could and can say with conviction and certainty is this: one day at a time.

Because as long as you get through each day; as long as you stay alive and are alive; there is always hope and a chance that you will find love again -- or love will find you. But you have to give yourself that chance -- to live and to love.

And though you were not born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you still found the means to feed yourself. Even if the path you are indeed destined to walk is not lined with rose petals, you still managed to make it so far.

One day at a time, my friend. At least, for now.

And when you finally look up from your worn shoes, I hope you will see the sun again and smile in spite of yourself.

My Valentine

Purchased sometime around 2 in the morning, right after I hit 40. So my troll shammy with her pretty red braids gets to rest her tired legs now on those long intercontinental runs :-)

Funny how the guys were surprised that I managed to amass the 90g for the mount and riding skill by the time I hit 40. I figured it was because I did not waste gold on constant upgrades for armour and other things. (Now, if only I was as good as hoarding money in real life, and some men did not bitch as much about having to pay for their dates.)

Anyway, it being the weekly maintenance night (SIGH!), I shall seek peace and calm instead (of harrassing centaurs and cursing Alliance gankers to hell and beyond) - while getting all hot and wet with assorted strangers. Not too bad a way to spend the night, yes?


The Dreamweaver is back.

New Beginnings

One of my 2006 new year resolutions is to be less waspish and more pleasant over the telephone to callers who are dimwits 'uninformed', and posers with badly faked accents that disappear just as quickly when I return a just as badly faked - Singaporean - accent callers who think they might sound 'better' with an accent.

I think I am doing pretty well so far.

Bad Words

"I need to tell you something" stopped me cold.

. . . . . .

I am so very sorry, my friend.


Wild Rocket at Hangout@Mt Emily, 10A Upper Wilkie Road.

The laksa pesto spaghetti was simply delightful -- an inspired blend of pesto and laksa leaves -- and worth waiting for while my companions started on their sea bass (very fresh!) and ribeye (not enough fat).

Anyone interested in Sunday brunch? :-)


One of the Masters trotted in. Breathless. He apologised to my neigbour for being late to meet her for their discussion. "Please don't cane me!"


"Do you WANT to be caned?"

" . . . eh no . . . "

To my credit, I did not ask if he wanted to be spanked. I can be nice when I want to.

The Name of the Dog

As my eyes flitted around the stranger's blog and picked out random clauses, his words resounded with a familiar cadence in my head. And then I found remnants of his old self -- fonts, curves, blogroll and words from a not too distant past.

And so he leaves his mark -- yet again.

CirCe's First Memes

CirCe's turn -- finally.


He smiled at the thought of the "fodder" he had on me during the two days in Phuket and wondered how much I would pay him for it.

"Not as much as what I have on you. I wonder how much YOU would pay me for that."

He kept his peace after that.

You see, I have no shame. If nothing else, maybe he can generate some interesting gossip to my benefit. Smirk.


"Vetinari sighed. 'You have to admire a man who really believes in freedom of choice,' he said, looking at the open doorway. 'Sadly, he did not believe in angels.'"

- Going Postal by Terry Pratchett


A letter from Heloïse to Abélard.

"Passion is always greatest when there are obstacles - all the great love stories that capture us have this characteristic."

- MaryEllen O'Brien

Is love any the lesser otherwise? Are we more in love with the pathos of love than love itself?

One of Those Days

Movie called Match Point - not.

Dinner with Jungle Boy (Coffee Club at California Fitness).

An SOS call about forgotten keys.

Another about the 'ethics' of a convenience store cashier.

Going Postal

"Words have power, you understand? It is in the nature of our universe. Our Library itself distorts time and space on quite a grand scale. Well, when the Post Office started accumulating letters it was storing words. In fact what was being created was what we call a gevaisa, a tomb of living words. ... They must be treated with respect. In Klatch there is a mountain with many caves, and in those caves are entombed more than a hundred thousand old books, mostly religious, each one in a white linen shroud. That is perhaps an extreme approach, but intelligent people have always known that some words at least should be disposed of with care and respect ... And when there is a critical mass of them, they change the nature of the universe. Did you have what seemed to be hallucinations? ... I told the Watch the letters wanted to be delivered ... Until a letter is read, it's not complete. They will try anything to be delivered."

- Ladislav Pelc, D.M.Phil, Prehumous Professor of Morbid Bibliomancy. Going Postal by Terry Pratchett.


"The truth is, most times I disappoint myself. I feel like some schizophrenic clown, a bizarre entertainer tap-dancing through cartoons and sardonic asides, and occasionally stopping the music for a moment to reach for something profound, important - something better, more meaningful. And every so often I manage to touch something approaching truth… Maybe all this time I've been struggling to break through to the other side of…nothing. But there are those times, brief, far too far between, like the Wright brothers' glorious thirty-odd seconds at Kittyhawk, where I break free. I soar."

~ MercerMachine

I am sinking - with words that will not be written.