"Lip My Stockings!"

I woke up this morning with a thought, or an idea.

Photograph linked from http://cuboidal.org/movies/scenes/lostintranslation/

Ahh... Wouldn't it be nice.

Yes, my dear readers. I think I am beginning to have thoughts of looking for a shoulder to rest on.

Wouldn't it be nice?

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Incidentally, the movie, "Lost in Translation" was on tv tonight. And prior to that, I was watching "Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind" (ESTSM) off my sister's laptop this afternoon (nieces were asleep, sister was on the desktop, father at the tv). It was my 2nd disc of the month from VideoEzy. The first one was "The Hours" :)

I've watched the former in the movie theatre, and the latter on pirated DVD. Loved the feeling I got when I walked out of the cinema in the first one, and was very disgruntled by the pirated version. It was very disruptive to have the movie broken into bits (ie. the movie data was not duplicated thoroughly) and I missed the essence of the movie. And worse thing is, everybody was raving about it after watching it :( That's why I've switched to VideoEzy. Quality assured.

Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed ESTSM. It was quirky and refreshing. Was a little confused at first, but in the end, I realised what the movie was trying to say. It's true. At times, couples argued at the slightest conversation or difference in opinions, and they forgot what made them fell in love with each other in the first place. If they were to go back to that time, I believe many of them wouldn't want to quit the relationship at all.

And I like the way the producers uses memory as the theme of the story. It's such an understated function of our human body, yet, it stores the most precious and impressionable experiences we have that will never come again.

It was in LT that I first noticed Scarlett Johansson. She was so different then. A very young and very good actress. Her portrayal as the lonely wife of high-flying photographer in the bustling Tokyo city was so natural.

Then, there are the various scenes of her observing the unique Japanese culture, and watching them as a outsider. And the very memorable scene of a Japanese call girl visiting Bill Murray and asking him to "lip" her stockings (to the confused: she actually wants him to rip her stockings, but you know... the pronouciation thingy).

2 strangers in a strange land. The idea of strangeness was not limited to the screen then. I felt a part of myself agreeing with that idea as I left the cinema.

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None of my family was interested to watch CHINGAY parade live at Orchard Road. None of my friends are interested either. Or maybe I was the one to think that none of them are interested. Most gave me a feeling that it's a waste of time to be squeezing with the crowds, or that it's basically a waste of time.

I've always thought it's a nice thing to do during every Chinese New Year period. Sorta like some sort of activity one can participate as a Singaporean Chinese. Though I have to agree, opening the parade with samba dancers seemed a little... un-Singaporean.

But it seems like the Singaporean Chinese friends I have couldn't be bothered with it.

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Everywhere I go, people complained to me and say that Chinese New Year period is beginning to look so boring in Singapore that they are planning to go overseas on holidays next year.

Actually, the people who complained are the very people who are needed to keep the Chinese New Year spirit alive.

We have become diluted, and nobody is doing anything. They are expecting the government, or their relatives or friends to do something so that THEIR Chinese New Year will not be a boring one.

What can I say? Look at the decorations on commercial buildings during Christmas time, as compared to Chinese New Year. Seems like this nation celebrates Christmas as a national holiday more than the Chinese New Year.

Aren't we pathetic?

Apprehensive...

... is what I feel when I saw an invitation card to a wedding next month.

It was addressed to my brother and I. A couple from the PC.

In fact, they were so evasive about their relationship in church in the first place that we all pretended to not know the "open" secret. You know, they belong to the group of people who would not tell you much about the going-ons until you get the card?

I am not close to either the bride or the groom. And honestly, amongst all the weddings I have attended, this is the first wedding that I do not look forward to attend. Why? Reasons are as follows:

1) You know already, I am not that close to the bride and groom.

2) The people whom I am close to are close to the bride and groom and most of them has an invitation to the Chinese wedding dinner, I am not. Not that I want anyway.

3) This shows the awkward status I will be if I attend the wedding.

4) The wedding venue is at the PC.

5) More awkwardness as I will be seeing alot of familiar in point 2.

6) I would probably "act" like a happy guest for the bride and groom, socialising mingling amongst those whom I know.

7) When it's at the PC, I will be "interviewed" by "concerned" individuals.

8) The interview usually starts with "Hey Joyceee!! How are you?", decorated with a smile. Like duh. I hate-hate-hate to answer such questions. The person asking it obviously knows what kind of reply they will get.

9) Next question,

"So which church are you attending?" "So you think it's more suitable for you?"
Duhduhduh. If not, then?!

"Come back lah!"
"We miss you."
"You are always welcome to come back!"

Easy for you to say. I would simply smile and not reply. And you wouldn't have to wait till there is a wedding to tell me you missed me.

My problem with these questions is... They are all directed on me. That I should make the move to go back, to keep in touch. I should keep everyone updated of my latest developments. I should be the one doing it, not the masses. Or, it even gives me a feeling that I was the one who let them down.

I would be really be blown away if somebody tell me, "Joyce, if I have done anything in the past that have hurt you, and resulted that you leave the church, I am sorry."

Or even a simple "Keep in touch!" or "Let's arrange to have tea/coffee later/next week (usually it's "someday", that will never come)"

10) After all those "mingling" at the buffet reception, I'd end up going back home as usual, same thing I do after Sunday services previously in PC. Bad-bad memory...

11) I have gone beyond polos and jeans to weddings, as you saw in my previous post. But I find it a hassle to dress up for a wedding that really doesn't matter much to me. You know what I mean?
So it's a headache what to dress up for the wedding, not to chin-chai (casual), and definitely not DRESSED-up kinda dress-up. Yes, I consider this an important decision.

Haiz... I am thinking of making up an excuse not to go. Really. It's all so fake, it doesn't matter much to me, so, why appear and pretend. And I don't like to pretend.

Much of these has to do with people/human nature more than the church as a whole. They are common signs we find in every aspect and facet of society.

I just have problems getting them from Christians. I still do. I still believe Christians shouldn't be like that.

Maybe I am still very much a perfectionaist/purist at heart.

2nd Wedding Dinner

Just came back from a wedding. Thought I would blog abit about it before I head to bed. Really abit...

The bride was my ex-colleague, who met her husband online. He's from LA. She has since moved to LA. Quite a move for a girl who loves nasi padang and all kinds of local food.

The wedding was standard Singaporean Chinese wedding dinner stuffs... I didn't take pictures, but another colleague did, so when he pass them to me, I will put some on...

Anyway, as with most weddings, there's a wedding favour the bride ordered from Bangkok. It's an incense case with a heart shape or circle cut through. Both their names can be seen through the hole, and the names are on a piece of paper with the following poem:

When two people are at one
in their inmost hearts,
they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.
And when two people understand each other
in their inmost hearts,
their words are sweet and strong,
like the fragrance of orchids.

- from I-Ching (I suppose is one of the Chinese literary works)

Nice. Simple and nice.

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The bride told me I look glamourous tonight. I was secretly happy inside. Heh.

After SO MANY weddings I have attended, I truly feel (not just because the bride said so) that I look the part I am in, a pretty guest at a wedding dinner. All glam up and stuffs. I was not even as dolled up and feel more womanly at my sister's wedding or P's wedding than I was tonight .

Probably because I was in a more proper dress (new) and earrings (ever newer!) to match, and not forgetting, my permed hair :)

Nice. :D

Will show pictures when they are available.

But now, it's time to Zzzz....

Selected, Selective

Just realised that one of the blogs I have bookmarked has turned "selected readers" only.

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Alot of times, we want to make our voices heard. Blogging has provided us a channel to release these voices.

However, we have to admit, some of our thoughts shared online, or to the public, are not meant for THE WHOLE WORLD to know.

Some posts are not meant for parents, not meant for siblings, not meant for pastors, not meant for the church, not meant for close friends, not meant for distant friends, not meant for acquaintances, not meant for bosses, not meant for colleagues, not meant for the government...

The list goes on.

"Come hear what I think about those things, things about (all of) you!" your blog declares.

We want to say out loud what's in our mind, yet, "please don't come and look for me when things turn ugly". There are consequences, and blogging has given us an avenue to shrug off those responsibilities because we (at least most of us) can blog anonymously.

But of course, not everything we blog about are bad, agree? Most of us do give due credit to the good things.

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So... Actually this post is about my love-and-hate about blogs, and blogging. As you can see, I don't have an appropriate ending to it :P 'Cos my mind's twirling with thoughts of the activities today. :)

So have a Wonderful Chinese New Year!

Tired

No, I wasn't asked out on a date yesterday.

No, June and Greg's story never came up last night.

Yes, I am tired.

Yes, I was out, but with P and her young sister-in-law for Jack Neo's new movie, a Ren Thai dinner, went in and came out of The Clinic, and karaoke till 2.30am.

Jack Neo's movie, as usual, provided comic relief with the usage of witty lines, and the blatant amplification of the way civil servants do their work. But no, the movie lacks hugely in content. HUGELY.

Ren Thai dinner at Clarke Quay - Yummy! Pineapple rice and Tom Yam soup and Beef and Thai noodles and Sticky Rice with Mango. Clarke Quay is such a nice food place to hang out now. I like it.

The Clinic: Lots of kids. Because it's Ladies Night.
I am not going to a club with Ladies Night offer again. It's just loaded with kids, especially young girls, going for free alchohol.

Karaoke: GOSH! I don't know what are the new Mandarin songs nowadays. Completely out of touch. And I am too tired to sing anyway. I wonder if I will step into a karaoke lounge again... It's so different now.

Or have I changed?

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Yes, A Valentine's Day Special!

Well actually, I have had a long day at work, and it's neither sleeping time, nor surfing the net time, so I thought I would let myself be hypnotized by my own made-up story :)

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She turned her eyes to look at the man sitting next to her. He might have sensed that she is looking at him right now, but somehow, he did not turn to face her. A thought came up, but she thought it's better for her to keep it to herself for now.

They must have been sitting there for hours, because the couple sitting next to them was probably the 3rd change of persons who sat by the river. Most of the people sat here to rest their tired feets. Some came with shopping bags, obviously satisfied by the sale offers from the shops at the nearby mall. Some young couples were pushing their strollers, with a baby, or a toddler, or both. Everyone seemed pleased with their companions. And so was she.

"I had imagined this night for the longest time, sitting here with a girl..." his words trailed off. Her eyes lit up. She wanted to hear what comes after the word "girl", but he didn't seem to want to continue. "You know, it's kinda nice to sit here, very cool and windy," he continues "I wonder what it is like to be the developer who re-invent this whole place..." Her head dropped a little. This wasn't what she wanted to hear.

It's their third time having a dinner together. Just the two of them. He's always the one who initiates the date, if you will call it, and was never late to meet her at the appointed place. She always looks forward to meeting him, somewhat, even hoping the clock will run faster so that she would see him sooner tonight. She had received a text message from him this morning, asking if she could meet him for dinner, because he "needed" her eye to choose a present for his friend. "Needed me? Hehehe... Oohkay... I'll see what he "needs"," she thought after replying him.

But now, she wonders if she is really needed. He did not mention anything about shopping, nor did he talk about who is the present for, or what was the occasion. They met for dinner at one of the deli, because he said he felt like having something light. And now, here they are, staring at the river, with him talking in a mixture of imagination and matter-of-fact. She rolled her eyes and decided to stop guessing.

"Uh-hem.." She cleared her throat. "Mr Greg, you told me that you needed my eyes to see some present. So are we going to head to the mall before they close? Who is the gift for anyway?" She tries to sound nonchalent. She kept her tone neutral so as to make it sound like a "good friend" talking, and that he wouldn't detect her eagerness to want to be more involved in the decision.

"Erm... Well, yes, we do have to make a move, ya?" He stood up from the steps and began walking. She pouted, and wasn't quite willing to move further. "Greg, why don't you tell me what you have in mind, so that we can be more focused?" She hope the night would end soon, because she knew nothing is going to happen. He is not about to tell me he likes me, she conceded.

He turned and smiled. And stretched out his hand towards her, "Come on, you are suppose to help me!" She looked at that outstretched hand, and look at him. "What do I do now? Do I grab his hand, or what?" She must have stayed that way for the next minute or so. He saw that she is waging her decision, and before she knew it, he grabbed hold of her hand, and lifted her up from the steps.

His hand was strong and assuring. And her hand felt protected in his. And the lift was... She almost felt as if she was lifted up from her "wonderings" and "guessings". She stood there, her eyes gazing back at him.

"C'mon, girl. We are going to Sweet Butter. We are going there to enjoy some lovely cupcakes..." his voice trailed off again. She gave him a suspicious look, and he felt he had to continue, "... and I would like to ask you to be my girlfriend."

She thought the world spinned like a thousand times before her when she heard that. She shook her head and open her eyes wide, "I'm sorry?" Greg, realising that those words had startled her, squeezed her hand and assured the girl. "June, I want you to be a part of my life. And I don't want to meet you just for dinners. I want to be the one to miss you, I want to think about you, I want to eat cupcakes with you.

June. I like you."

Her world spinned again. But this time, it didn't take too long for her to recover. She revealed a smile when she has come to, and looked at the man right in front of her. "I like you too."

The world seemed to suspend in time after those words were spoken, and it seemed like they were the only persons along that river tonight.

Tonight.

Lashing Tongue and V Day Pre-

Those who know me well would know a side of me that can sometimes turn people off.

In the past, I have offended some friends with my tongue, and have also encourage others along the way. I have the tendency to tell my close friends off about their weaknesses, bad habits or when they are not doing things right (the way I see it, that is). And when I uncover those, my comments can be really straightforward, and most of the time, piercing. I don't beat around the bush to tell them what I think is not right with them, and beseige them to turn from their "ways" and change for the better.

My rationale is this: Because we are such good friends, it is my responsible to tell you that certain part of you is not right, and that you should put it right, for your own good. Those who are not close friend with you wouldn't care two hoots about your weaknesses.

I will do my part to be blunt about the weakness, and give my utmost advice where it is needed. I consider that, my responsibility. And if you do not take my word, all I can say is, I've done my part, the rest is up to you, take it or leave it. It's your life.

While most of the time, those who couldn't understand this habit of mine would just pack up and leave the friendship, those who took them all in have remained good friends of mine. I am not glorifying myself to be the "saviour" of these people's life. Rather, I prefer to think that they appreciate the candidness of mine, and the no holds barr.

I still keep the friendship of those who wouldn't listen; but things would've changed. I would not bother to tell these people their weaknesses anymore. I'd let them do all the talking, and I'd just smile and listen. Ultimately, they will have to bear the consequences of their actions. If they so choose to learn it the hard way, it's not my responsibility anymore.

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Anyway, the reason I wrote this is because of a P's friend R. Last Thursday, we gathered for a sushi buffet dinner at Tokyo Restaurant, Amara Shopping Centre (sorry, no pics, cos phone is going for operation). I find her words do not match her thoughts, at all.

She's having a difficult time with her superior at her current office, is preparing herself for an accountancy exam in June, is on the lookout for new jobs, and single. Over dinner, she kept complaining about her work, and that she has resigned to her life. On top of that, she brought the subject again about some of her "missed" romance, and said that she has "missed the boat". On one hand, she claims that she is not worried about single life, but on the other hand, she kept harping on the "missed the boat" idea and that she wishes to be married and settled down. When she gets the attention of the opposite gender (sorry, I find the word "sex" erm...) at work, one that she does not fancy, she would play ice queen to the subject and kept things official. She is the kind of person who would not go behave friendly to her business associates.

So P and I were sitting opposite her, together with PS, another friend, adviced her to expand her social circle, and to go out and meet people, without the intention to be married to the man. R said no, she is not the kind of person who would be friendly to strangers.

So we told her, you need to start to be friendly first, not just would it increase her opportunity, it would also make things easier at the workplace, if it's at office. She insists/defends that she is not the kind who would make the first step, and brought up the whole issue of "missed the boat" again. And the whole issue went on and on, and finally, I gave up.

Her stubborness will not help her. For me, I thought it is so undeserving of her to be locked into a past. She is a pleasant girl, and it's a pity that she allowed herself to be bounded by her negative past, instead of enjoying the future. And it's a pity that she acknowledges that she has attitude problem and insist that it is her character, and refuses to accept suggestions so that she can be happier that she is now. Sad that she would rather remain status quo then to make changes to her life.

From now onwards, I would just listen without commenting on whatever she says. I've done my part, but if she will not listen, there is nothing else for me to do anymore. I respect her as a friend, but I think her refusal to change for the better will hurt her hard someday. But if that's the way it will be, then so be it.

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Oh yah hor, 2 more days to Valentine's Day.

This year, I don't feel sad as last year. Whoopee! ;) I don't feel cynical either, another Whoopee! I mean, really, there's no point condemning the occasion of the lovers, right? They didn't do anything wrong.

Anyway, I also no time to let my imagination run wild. Too busy at work and so many things going on to feel dejected and abandoned and alone.

I've been thinking of writing a romantic short story this year, but alas, no time.

But who knows, maybe I'll try.

Women To Women

Can you imagine this world passing by without the existence of us women?

Seriously.

I kinda had this thought popping up on me whenever I am in gatherings. The presence of women added life to the occasion, or in this case, any occasion. Like for example today, when the father-in-law of my 2nd sister paid us a visit at home, and we sat down for dinner. The men were just passing superficial comments when they talk, but us women, we talk about anything.

Ok, ok. Granted we are mothers and daughters and sisters all rolled into one, we may have alot of things to talk about. And yes, because we are women, our topics can vary from our hair to our toenails, and we never run of things to talk about.

But let's not digress. I am talking about the fact that women bringing life to any setting. Women bring in the colours, the laughter, and sometimes, even eye candy to look at. Even for myself, I'd do a second take when I see a group of ladies enjoying themselves at a cafe or restaurant (yes, I do agree, that is in addition that they "groomed" themslves in a manner that is pleasing to the eye)

So what am I trying to say here? Erm... I don't know. Maybe "Women brings life to any party"?!

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So since I am on the topic of women who are pleasant to look at...

I used to be one of those "惨不忍睹" kinda tomboy. Because of my awkward body figure while growing up, I had somehow convinced myself to wear baggy pants and moccasins as big as boats. Yep, moccasins. Yeah, I was one of those girls who couldn't be bothered with make-up and dressing up. One of those who believe that "if I have it, then I have it, if I don't have it, why bother to cover up?" I was never the kind who believe that I would be able to get the attention of anyone.

So, I've wasted probably 10 over years of my maturing time not discovering who I am. Not realising that I am a girl, and that it's really a privilege to be one, to be able to doll myself up. During those years, many, many people I've met kept telling me, "Joyce, you are so tall, you should go be a model or an air-stewardess!" However, the idea never sunk in, because even though height-wise, I am more than qualified to be in these lines, I lack hugely on the looks department. Yes, yes, I know, some models looked worse, but they are still models.

(Anyway, till this day, I still think that I am not that kind of material.)

The recent years of "self-discovery" (aesthetically speaking) actually did wonders to me. You've read about the make-up and stuffs. Besides looking good, I really felt better. You know, sometimes the reality shows on tv have the host or the stylist feedback that the "subject" gained more confidence after the transformation?

It's true.

When one's outer appearance improved, one feels more confident to face the world. Because, like it or not, we know we would have a better face forward, and with better appearances, it's easier to get things done. Somehow, things just moved on smoothly when we look better. (I am speaking from my personal experience as a women transformed.)

And now, with my latest spa perm (erm.. guys, it's a kind of hair perming, think big wavy curls), I am not being oversensitive or what, but... I do sense that more heads are turned when I walked on by.

So...

I am not proposing that you drop what you are doing now and pay your hairstylist a visit immediately. I am just saying that if you can, spend a little bit of time to prep yourself up. It's a little treat for yourself, not for the lookers.

You will look good and feel good.

New Bookmark!

Ahh... At last, someone out there who bothers to understand what we girls/women/ladies feel towards the Pathetic Singaporean Single Guy...

http://blog.book-of-james.com/bookofjames/

Tired Thoughts On A Monday Night

Will this be the beginning of something? Hmmm...

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Sometimes, I am so good at searching for information on the internet, I don't like it at all. "I am knowing too much, I don't have to know so much about this certain thing." That's what I keep telling myself.

Yeah, it may seemed strange to you. That should be a good skill, not something to loathe. It's not that I loathe this ability, it's just that...

Curiosity does kill the cat, sometimes.

Somethings are better left unsaid, or in this case, it's better to not know everything.

You know what I mean?

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So anyway, it's about 2 weeks to the Chinese Lunar New Year, and I still haven't got the spirit up. I don't know, maybe I haven't been to the night market at Chinatown, that's why. Or maybe, I have been too busy at work to notice stuffs happening (but strangely, nobody missed the most talked about Chinese New Year decoration, ie. pink "laundry" hung along Chinatown recently).

Well, I'd probably had too much on my mind to think of celebration too. Especially the Motorola incident. Argh.

The Nanjing Trip.

The repayment of my translation tuition fee to my co.

My work.

My spiritual work.

When am I going to start polishing m translation skills?!

Brghhh. I hope somethings will move on when all these festivities are finally over.

What Have I Done To Deserve All This Shit

I am afraid to announce to you all, that in the Motorola against me war, I am defeated.

Early this morning, i called the motorola service centre to make complain abt the phone. The guy on the other line did not promise a 1 to 1 exchange for the phone, but instead, said he will email the centre, when I told him i will go down today.

I had thought it's gonna be a wonderful day today, because I am going to do something to my hair as some sort of reward for my hard work at office, with all the stress and stuffs. I spent a grand total of about 5 hours for the perm and highlight for my hair.

Then I arranged to meet my eldest sister there, as she is going to collect her phone from Samsung. Even when I bang the table, shout at the counter staff, he won't budge. He said he have to reject the one to one request because the warranty has expired, offer a take back for diagnostic with 3 extended months warranty.

i did not want to return to the centre again, so I took back the phone. Then out of the blue, my sister shout "You have very poor service!" then as we walk out she shouted "SHIT!" very loundly at the staff! Totally embarassed, I left the centre hurriedly.

While taking the escalator, I told her she shouldn't do that, because it's my phone, and she should not have done that shouting. I wonder what's wrong with her. Then, I called a friend who works at Motorola and ask him what do I do. He said I should've left the phone with the centre, then he can do something about it. But he didn't tell me that when he told me to go ask for a 1 to 1 exchange. And how was I suppose to know about that?

Friend told me to go back to the centre, but how do I go back now? Now the people at the centre thinks that I am a nutcase, a pair of crazy sisters.

I did not speak to my sister on the way home, I was way too mad to talk to her. After we alighted from the bus, I told her to go back home to have dinner first. I need to cool down. Went to the park and spent an hour there replaying the scenes over and over again. Asking myself what went wrong, why did all this happen, and of course, who is at fault.

Then eventually I told myself. Enough. Enough to prove that Motorola Service Centre sucks big time. Time to give up on the brand. Valid reason to condemn the brand. So I went home. Nobody's at home. Then I rememberd my mother said something about having dinner at the food court nearby. So I went to join them. My sister said nothing about what happened, and later on, we went back to talking again.

Then when I came back home, I realised my mother took out the backing of one of my favourite calendar at the computer, when it is supposed to backed up the calendar. She said it's too thick.

I mean, it's only the beginning of 2007! Why of all people, even she also does that to me?!

Wah biang! What did i do to deserve all this shit?

Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself

I wrote about my feelings about the movie, "The Hours" sometime back. Have always been curious about the lead character in the novel by Virginia Woolf. Hence, when I chanced upon the movie at videoezy, I had to get it... My thoughts about the movie is just about the same as what I have written below... (Be kind here 'k, I am not writing a review! :)


"I think I will get Clarissa some flowers. I will pop by on my way to see her."

Where women wore hats and petticoats. And striped petticoats are expensive. And names of guests at parties are announced at the door by the butler.

Back to the days where boating in the lake and racing against each other up the hill are the leisure activities of the carefree middle-class in post WWI England.

A young man made depressed by his experiences in the war ("delayed shell shock"), and couldn't get out of his world of convulated thoughts. On the edge of his life. Just like Virginia Woolf.

Do you want someone who wants everything of you; or someone who gives you room to breathe?

Clarissa's parties. Where people are dressed in feathers, head to toe.

What's the host's relationship with her/his guests? What are the thoughts in her mind when she/he shook my hands? What is behind that smile?

High society parties. The rich mingling with the rich. Everything is a performance.

She likes to give parties, to give others a good times, where ladies are ladies, gentlemen are gentlemen. However, there is no connection between her and her guests. She didn not know that in that party, there are people who love her.

What does the brain matter, compared to the heart?

*Flashbacks of scenes from "The Hours"*

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I am interested to read the novel :)

Motorola Phone Saga Continues...

After my complaints and write in to remind them about my 2nd complaint. A lady from the service centre called me and told me that she was the one who informed me about the collection, and without explaining to me why there was communication foul-up at the service centre(though she did not sound unpleasant), told me that the phone she will arranged to have the phone delivered to me.

An email followed and below's the content:

Dear Ms XXXXXX
Thank you again for your email.


As per our records, we believe that a service centre personnel by the name of XXXXX has contacted you today (31 Jan 2007) at 11.45am to inform you that they will be sending the Motorola V3 handset by tomorrow.

Should you have any further enquiries, please feel free to contact our Customer Service hotline at 1800 882 8828 (reachable within Singapore).


Yours sincerely
Same Person
Motorola Customer Service

So I waited for my phone to be delivered to me the next day.

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The phone did arrived, and came earlier than the scheduled 1-5pm time the lady gave me. The guy told me that if I have any problem with the phone, I can call them. I was too busy at work to test the phone, and only really got to try it when I was at Polar Cafe. I was going to call my collegue C to check if her if we are still getting chicken pies for another colleagues mother. I called her, but was not able to connected. After a few trials when I was able to get her on the line, I was disconnected. She called me back, and again I got cutted off. The whole went to and fro for about 5 mins, and finally she was able to call me back and we settled the chicken pies order.

Later, my lady boss messaged me about lunch tomorrow with man boss (that is another post to come). I tried to reply to her, however, was not successful. Then when I am back on the main screen, I realised that the only calls I could make were calls for help, ie. I can only make "Emergency Calls Only". The network function of phone is faulty, and my sim card is not able to pick up any telecom signals.

Neverending problems from Motorola.

PLEASE, DO NOT BUY MOTOROLA PHONES.