Friday, 29 January 2010

Bold what applies to your dream boyfriend.

1. brown hair | black hair | blonde hair | red hair
2. tall | short | same height as you
3. ears | eyebrow piercings | snake bites | no piercings | other
4. tattoos | no tattoos
5. skater | punk | player | indie | cowboy | musician | prep | jock | other
6. shy | outgoing | in between
7. mellow | hyper | loud | quiet
8. blue eyes | brown eyes | green eyes
9. wears tight jeans | wears normal jeans | other
10. converse | vans | nikes | skate shoes | other
11. listens to: metal | rap | indie | classic rock | country | all | other
12. compliments too much | compliments when necessary
13. jokes around all the time | jokes when necessary
14. sensitive | hides emotion | acts tough
15. hobbies: computer | music | skating | sports | drawing | fishing | other
16. loves to hold | loves to be held
17. tons of muscles | fit | skinny | chubby
18. pale | average | tan | dark
19. cusses a lot | never cusses | only cusses around friends
20. wavy hair | curly hair | straight hair | long hair | short hair | longish hair

And 21. glasses

Post yours in comment. :)

Prawn mee poisoned me!

Got a mild case of food poisoning today. I should be resting, but my mind keeps wandering off to work. You know, it's not a good sign.

Doesn't help that my colleague keeps calling me on mobile. (exclamation mark!)

Anyway, I'm slightly bummed that I can't go to my friend's house party tonight. I was really looking forward to it all week, because there's gonna be lots of people and booze and games. In short? It's gonna be fun!

Instead, I'm taking pills with specific warning "avoid alcoholic drinks".

Well! Tomorrow shall be a better day! I really should learn to balance my life better, by the way.

Sorry this post is so random and all over the place. I'll write a proper one over the weekend.

Wednesday, 27 January 2010


So you all know I'm a huge '24' fan, and I probably have mentioned that I'm currently using the CTU sound as my SMS ringtone. (Okay, if you watch 24, you know what sound I was talking about.) Anyway, not many of my friends even know about the series, let alone watch it. But, I'm a fan because I'm a television-nerd as it is.

So, hopefully people won't think 'what the HECK is that sound?!' if they know where this is from.

Anyway! I was with my friend last night for dinner, and at one time, my CTU tone was ringing, and I spontaneously grabbed my phone and checked the message. But there was nothing on it, and I saw that my friend picked up his phone to answer a call!

I started blinking in disbelief. Could it be that my friend, the person that I've been hanging out a lot lately, is a huge '24' fan too?! And not just that, could he really be using the CTU sound that I thought, only a few people knew about?!

After he was done with his phone call, I literally yelled to ask about his ringtone. He screamed in excitement too, "CTU!!!!"

Ohmy! I think I've found my male version! Okay, I just found this whole thing so amusing. I suddenly have a newfound respect for my friend. Well, at least I know he has a good taste.

I was nearly fainting when he exclaimed, "I love Jack Bauer!"

I'm such a dork.

Sunday, 24 January 2010

Most of all...

In some ways, you’re pretty lucky. You opened your heart, you put yourself out there, you were ready to make that leap. I’m envious; I wish I knew what that felt like. To find someone who makes you want to swim across the East River in January.

This blog.

Some things I'd like to say regarding this blog.

I really appreciate all the comments and encouragements people left here! I'm happy enough that a person or two could read what happens in my day-to-day life and actually be interested. Well, or at least, hang in there until the end of the entry.

I'm someone who leads a pretty normal routine, and writing is just one of the things that keep me sane. I enjoy rambling or venting about nothing in particular, and I love that I can just fill in this space with whatever stuffs I'd like to talk about. I'm neurotic in my own way, so thank you for caring.

But there's one thing. Lately some people have left me really random comments. I think they're meant to advertise something shady. Like 'see me naked on cam!' or something like that. Hey, maybe I should try googling some nasty words and see if my blog comes up in the result! Because otherwise, how could these people come across my-very-innocent-PG-rated journal?

Okay, don't answer that. I'm so amused!

Anyway! What do you guys think of my new blog layout? Well okay, nothing really changed as far as layout goes, I mean, the header and the color-plate! Personally I love it. I don't really have many choices when it comes to the template because if I customized the template, I'd lose all the gadgets here (the sidebars option on the right-side.) And I'm not really a HTML-expert, ehem. But I think for now it looks pretty nice!

Well, I guess that's all. Hope you all have a nice Sunday. I'm planning to see 'New York, I Love You' later! Personally, I'm just excited to see Bradley Cooper! Busted! :)

Saturday, 23 January 2010

Thank you for being my best friend. =)

Things have been a little hectic with both of us, but it's always nice to know that we're still here.

You know, I read a quote somewhere today. It says, 'missing someone isn't about how long it has been since you've seen them or the amount of time since you've talked. It's about that very moment when you're doing something and wishing they were right there with you.'

As cheesy as it may sound, I think that's true. We've known each other for what, three years now? And despite the geographical boundaries, I can truly say that we are exactly the same as we were years ago. In spite of our differences, we've remained constant.

You're still that ridiculously geeky guy who talks about science and computer like nobody else. I'm still that slightly neurotic, random girl whose mood fluctuates in a matter of second.

But I can never get tired of you. You always joke that we are each other's muse. I think you are great. It constantly amazes me that we never run out of topics to say. And even though sometimes we may be wrapped up in our own little cocoon we call 'work', it's like no time has passed when we finally get to see each other again.

It's a weird thing we have going on, but I'm grateful for it. I'd love to catch up over the sound of Jay Leno in the background again, remember that? It's amazing how far we've come!

Anyway, sorry for this mushy post. See, I have to compensate for the fact that you may be the most unromantic person in the planet.

I'll see you when I see you.

Friday, 22 January 2010

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Summer and Tom

" Summer: Well, you know, I guess it’s ‘cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and… now he’s my husband.

Tom: Yeah. And… so?

Summer: So, what if I’d gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be. And… I just kept thinking… Tom was right.

Tom: No.

Summer: Yeah, I did.

Summer: I did. It just wasn’t me that you were right about. "

Monday, 18 January 2010

run every emotions in the book.

"I have lost. I have found. I have cried. I have laughed. I have frowned. I have smiled. I have loved. I have lived."

Sunday, 17 January 2010

gorgeous, alluring skylines

“The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert, and artificial light in the middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them: the mindless luxury of a rich civilization”

These pictures are so beautiful, I can picture myself sipping hot chocolate while sitting behind that wet glossy window overlooking the city. I can't say it enough that there's just something magical about city skyline.

Tuesday, 12 January 2010

ramblings about writing

I have dreamed of being a writer ever since I was 7. Lack of resources and (real) creativity, my sister and I published our own newsletter to be read by the people in our household (including, my maids and driver. Of course, we forced them to read it.) Some people may argue and call our lame attempt ‘creative’, but who am I kidding? You got to a certain age when you should just stop living in denial.

I guess I was quite an artsy kid, because I loved language and arts growing up. English course never felt like an obligation to me, I loved learning new words, composing essays and talking in some language other than my mother tongue, and English was the first foreign language I studied. I wonder if I would share the same passion had my mom enrolled me in Chinese class instead. In my free time, my sisters and I liked drawing and making stories too; we had this erasable drawing pad where we would draw on while creating storyline on the spot. I loved drawing class at school, and I enjoyed designing letters and decorating pages. During my elementary years, my mom put me in drawing course and I remembered being so excited, we learned things like how to combine colors and create more natural, flawless color transformation. It may sound silly, but I actually think even that drawing class has helped transform me into the kind of person I am today. In a way that I can't really describe.

I started writing short stories for kid magazines too. I remember making so many stories and putting them in envelopes to be sent to the magazine, but I don’t remember ever really sending them. Maybe because I never really thought I would win, and I got embarrassed from the idea that someone else might actually read them. But in the comfort of my own home, my short stories were read by my sisters.

As time went by, my passion of becoming a writer had both its ups and downs. There were periods when I intensely wrote in my journal every day. It was almost like an itch, as if I couldn’t be content if I haven’t come up with any posts in a day. On the other hand, I had some hibernating moments too, vacuums in my life where I stopped writing altogether. During these times, a thought of just having a regular job crossed my mind, the kind of job where I shouldn't need to constantly think or be creative because I didn't know if I could handle that kind of pressure. Pressure of having to constantly come up with good, innovative pieces no one else has ever thought of before.

I saw myself being engrossed in one thing after another. Somehow I couldn’t stick to one thing in a long period of time, and it was frustrating at times, not knowing what I really wanted to do. Loving something now didn’t mean that I would still love it the next day. It all seemed too dangerous, almost just like a gamble.

But thinking about it, even though I had my moments of intense productivity when it comes to writing, I seemed to always go back. After some 15 years of writing on and off, I could still say that for the most part, I really enjoyed expressing myself in words, and I couldn’t imagine not being able to do so.

At the end of the day, maybe having passion about something doesn’t necessarily mean you have to feel so strongly about it all the time. Or, hey, maybe this just applies to me because I have such a short attention span.

For the past years, I thought to myself that sure, it would be so sweet if I could write for a living, but the act of writing itself is therapheutical enough that I would merely be content with doing it as a past-time. Or, having to do it as a part of job, not necessarily all of it.

When I was interning at a PR company last year, my colleague told me this valuable piece of advice. “You don’t have to work in a publication to be able to write,” she said. “Starting out in PR is a terrific way to build contacts, get to know the business, and hey, there are lots of opportunities for you to write here in PR. You may not be in the frontline just yet, but everyone starts from somewhere.”

I guess I had this obsession of seeing my name in print that I focused on the ‘official position’ than in the act of writing itself.

But isn’t it funny how when you stop wanting something, you get it? Okay, it’s not like I’ve stopped wanting to write for a living, but I’ve developed a more reasonable idea of my so-called-dream job. I went from being ‘I’d write a regular column for a magazine like Carrie Bradshaw’ to ‘Who am I kidding? I have no experience, who would hire me? And even if they would, who cares about what I think of guys in skinny jeans’?

As dorky as it sounds, I have a thought that maybe, I do have a point of view, that I have opinion that may not change the state of living in Africa , but at least can entertain a person or two. If I could write something that can be read by other people, then I’m happy. I guess that’s why I have a blog in the first place, because yeah, I do like writing journals for my personal pleasure, but I like the idea that I get to share my experiences with others too.

Now, I’m just taking each day as it goes by, enjoying the process and not thinking too much about the details.

I can safely say that I’m pretty happy with where I am right now. I see platform for me to grow, learn, and inevitably, make mistakes. And that's alright.

Today, our latest magazine is officially out, and I got to see my name there, in real print. And I feel lamely, dorkily proud. I don't really know about later, but I believe that only we ourselves have the ability to shape our future.

Saturday, 9 January 2010

RIP Old Mp3

So I'm deeply ashamed. Okay, let me tell you from the beginning.

I got my mp3 player around four years ago, give and take (I believe it was more than 4 years ago, but I'm not gonna talk statistics here.) and it's been working well for most of those times. Sure, there was a crack on it (little crack!) after I sort of dropped it on one occasion (one!), which means, well, it still worked, but I had to practically hold it together if I needed to pull out the USB port (to transfer songs from the computer) to prevent it from falling apart. But hey, aside from that, I had no complaints.

I thought it was impressive that despite the crack and the old age, essentially my mp3 player was still functioning well. I even patted myself on the back for being such a good owner. (Of course, the world revolves around me.)

But that's not exactly unjustifiable. My sister's phone recently died and she had to take it to the store to get it fixed, and she just had that phone for less than a year! Her previous phone wasn't that much luckier either. For some reason, they just couldn't last for so long, and I can proudly say that I've had very long-lasting phones in my record. So, well, I guess that pat on my back is somewhat appropriate and not at all self-centered?

Back to the mp3 story, though. Somehow during this past year, I hardly used it anymore for no particular reason. Well, I enjoy listening to music while I'm commuting back and forth to work, or to school, but since I graduated last year and I haven't exactly been working, I guess there wasn't much a point to use my mp3 to listen to music when I was mostly at home, and could easily just use the laptop. I also have gone back to my reading-frenzy mode recently so I was obsessed with reading on the train instead.

It could very may be, that my mp3 was spoiled because it hadn't been used in a long time. But now that I'm working again and my office is really bloody far, I'm in dire need for serious music again to keep me company through the long journey of commute (especially in the morning! I need upbeat songs to wake me up, really.) That, and the fact that my reading-frenzy mode has mellowed a bit.

So I dug around for my old mp3 player again, and got really encouraged that it still worked...for about a day. Today as I happily slipped the headphones to my ears, no music came out from the player, and it could not be turned on. I sat there, feeling defeated and dejected. I am ashamed because apparently I'm not as good as an owner as I thought before.

And if even that absolute fact is shaken, who knows, I may not be as charming and adorable as I thought so as well. *grim* Oh. Shucks.

So, I'm gonna get myself a new mp3 player! And this is so exciting because I just got my first salary and I can buy one on my own! Aren't you all proud of me? Little Tina is growing up indeed! Yeah, so hopefully by end of day tomorrow, I will have already gotten myself a brand new player to survive me another day of commuting to work!

Right now I'm swaying towards Sony Walkman mp3 player. Yeah, I'm excited!

Wednesday, 6 January 2010


I'm alive! I'm here! Still here! *waving hands frantically in the air*

Well, now that we got that sorted out...Sorry for the absence, been kinda preoccupied with work and Dad being here. Not complaining! In fact, it's been a great week so far, with the long weekend and all. We definitely had a nice family time for the past two weeks or so.

On a short trip to Malaysia with Dad last week. See? I'm here with my geeky glory.

As far as work goes, I'm still enjoying it, so it's all good. I'm happy. Tiring, yes, I have no more life. But well, can't complain yet.

(Being happy doesn't really make interesting blog entry, does it?) Oh shucks.

Anyway, I can write more on this later, I promise. Right now everyone's in my room, busily helping my little sister with her school project and I can't focus on writing with so much noise. I probably can't even do simple math equation (adding, subtracting, etc) with this kinda noise, that's how bad I am at multi-tasking. Just so you know.

Okay, I'm starting to write off topic here. I better end this immediately. After these pictures!

We went dancing last weekend and it was awesome!

Have a good week, folks! Will write soon :)

Sunday, 3 January 2010

Believe in yourself.

"I’d gone through life believing in the strength and competence of others; never in my own. Now, dazzled, I discovered that my capacities were real. It was like finding a fortune in the lining of an old coat."


Here goes.

2010's New Year's Resolutions:

I will enjoy my work, and have fun with it. And if I don't, it's a sign to reevaluate what I really wanna do, and I will move towards achieving it. Remember, we work to live; not live to work.

At the same time, I will not be pessimistic at just one sign of trouble. I hate to think that I'm the kind of person that would just give up in a face of challenge. I will keep learning in order to improve myself, and I will have more confidence in my skills.

I will take my job seriously, but not to the extent of getting to my personal life. I will remember that I shouldn't take work too personally; that it shouldn't become all of me.

I will make more money, and be self-sufficient, at least when it comes to myself.

I will help my older sister in providing for the family, and let Dad not worry about anything else financially.

I will travel again. I wanna go to places I have never been to.

I will continue to weigh 50 kgs, max. I shall not be any fatter than this!

I will continue to see the best in people, no matter how much trouble it has gotten me in the past. Seeing the best in people, however, doesn't mean casting a blind look at someone and trusting them completely without reservation. I know I can be too trusting sometimes, and I may not be the best judge of character, but I'd like to think that there's a good in seeing people that way. I will learn to trust others with caution, to give them the benefit of the doubt because you'll never know, they may surprise you. And because I don't wanna be bitter.

I will not lose contacts with friends that are close to me now. Although it will inevitably be harder to meet up with everyone, I will not stop trying. I will make time because friends mean a lot to me.

I will improve my Chinese, and be more courageous in speaking it, no matter how stupid and unnatural I may sound.

I will get myself a big poster of city skyline like I have always wanted.

I will see 'him' again.

And I will continue being me and feeling comfortable in my own skin. I will stop worrying so much about what other people think, and just do things that make me happy. I will have fun and be open to opportunities, possibilities, and chances.

I will not make unrealistic new year's resolutions so these are all. :)

Happy new year, everyone, and I hope 2010 will be kind. ♥

Saturday, 2 January 2010


Happy birthday, me.

:) Ready or not, here I come. To another year: another challenges and struggles, but another adventures, fun, and new memories to make.

The best is yet to come.