Monday, 30 October 2006

October 2006

(Original blog can be found at http://wynnii.blogs.friendster.com)

Saturday, 28 October 2006
Of Flights and Fights
Finally got my flight booked two hours ago. Yes, less than 24 hours before I am supposed to take off. So, it's set in stone. I'm leaving tomorrow. Now, I just need to get my ass away from my game and start packing. Start packing, Wynnii!

Met up for dinner with Qiaojing and Ying last night. Qiaojing (I don't think she realised it) keep asking, "What am I going to do when you are away?" See! I'm sitting right in front of her and she misses me already! I won't be surprised if Qiaojing decides that she missed me too much and flies over to see me. She knows Jessica is now my number-one obsessr since she forgot to return my calls three times in a row and now, she's panicking (at the same time, plotting to get her spot back).

Jessica is now pondering who else she can mambo to every Wednesday night. Miss Fung, you know what? We could buy a web cam each and ta-dah! We can dance together already! Bloody brilliant, no? (Psst, Jessica, Qiaojing is plotting against you now. Don't say I didn't tell you.)

Tinsteltown, here I come!

Start packing already, Miss Wynnii Lu!!



Friday, 27 October 2006
The End
The end of my working life. THE END! Yeah~~

Last mambo was a tad disappointing. Jessica wasnt even there! *sob*

Sore throat won't go away. Now, they must think I'm holding someone else's passport. With my hoarse voice and long hair, yes, I'm a drag in disguise.



Sunday, 22 October 2006
Lost And Found
Within the span of four days, I have lost my:
(in no particular order -- sounds like Miss Universe pageant eh)

1. Voice
2. Sleep
3. Friend
4. Respect for an immature grown man
5. Patience (and hence...)
6. Temper
6. Hope
7. Money
8. Trust


These words ring in my head.

Age does not a man make.
Money does a greedy man make.
- Wynnii Lu Qiuling



Thursday, 19 October 2006
Again
Sore throat. Again.

Lost my diamond earrings. Again.

Aargh!



Wednesday, 18 October 2006
Boy, Was I Wrong
Just when I was thinking I couldn't find love in this part of the world (no prizes for guessing which heartless bitch caused this piquantness), an unexpected pleasantly pleasant, surprisingly surprise came along. My dad (affectionately referred to "pa" hereinafter) knows I'm going to the States soon. Then again, who doesn't? Ha~ I've been telling everyone I know that I'll come back with a fake accent and irritate the hell out of them. Just like my fake Chinese accent after my China trip. Keke~ Jessica and Qiaojing said they won't meet me then. You think they can resist doing that? They ARE obsessed with me, for crying out loud. They'll beg me to give them a chance to send me off, all the way to the runway, when the time comes, I tell you.

But, as usual, I digress.

Two nights ago, pa came into my (and Chewy's) room and passed me some notes. I gave him an uninterested look, continuing my nirvana telly-watching state. I thought pa wants me to settle some paperwork for him again. I'm tired, pa. It's been a long day at work. Can I rest just for a night? I just wanna laze in my bed, watch telly, eat tidbits, slack and live life. Is that too much to ask for? Or why don't you ask that good-for-nothing delinquent son of yours to help out? The one whom you're going to leave everything to: the business, the house, the hostel. He's gotta pay his dues somehow, no?

My pa, being a traditional conservative dad, will never tell us he loves us, not in person anyway. He shows his love in his own little ways: leaving the drumsticks for us, buying durians for us, taking us out for family dinners, paying for our holiday trips (not the US trip though, I've been earning my own dole!), paying for our studies and never expecting us to repay the money, working hard daily (yes, daily) to bring home the bacon. My pa never complains about having to work under the scorching sun; he works even when he's having a bad sore throat and fever. I never thought of my pa as the greatest dad in the world but he sure is one of the best around. I dare lay my life on that.

You still remember the notes? When I took a closer look at the notes, I realised they are US dollars. Boy, was I wrong. There is love in this part of the world. Plenty of it, actually. *smile*



Wednesday, 11 October 2006
Imperfect
Read this somewhere.

To paraphrase Sex and the City, you don't want the perfect man, you want an imperfect man who fits perfectly with your imperfect self. Someone tell me there's no truth in this!



Monday, 09 October 2006
Dead. Straight. Hair.
Love. My. Dead. Straight. Hair.

'Nuff said.



Friday, 06 October 2006
Crush
Crush by Mandy Moore
oh oh, yeah yeah yeah, oh oh
You know, everything that I'm afraid of
You do, everything I wish I did
Everybody wants you, everybody loves you
I know, I should tell you how I feel
I wish, everyone would disappear
Every time you call me, i'm too scared to be me
And I'm too shy to say
(Chorus)
Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you
You know, I'm the one that you can talk to
Sometimes, you tell me things that I don't wanna know
I just want to hold you
You say, exactly how you feel about her
I wonder, could you ever think of me that way
(Chorus)
I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you
Ooh, I wish I could tell somebody
But there's no one to talk to, nobody knows
I've got a crush on you
A crush on you, I got a crush
Hey ey ey I got a crush, I got a crush on you
You say, everything that no one says
But I feel, everything that you're afraid to feel
I will always want you, I will always love you
(Chorus) x2
I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you
I got a crush, I got a crush on you
I got a crush, I got a crush on you
I got a crush, I got a crush on you
I got a crush, I got a crush on you

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Crush by Jennifer Paige
Ahh, crush, ahhh
I see ya blowin' me a kiss
It doesn't take a scientist
To understand what's going on baby
If you see something in my eye
Let's not over-analyze
Don't go too deep with it baby
So let it be, what it'll be
Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me
Here's what I'll do
I'll play loose
not like we have a date with destiny
It's just (aah) a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just (aah) some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do, depends on you
Sha-la-la-la, Sha-la-la-la
It's raising my adrenaline
You're banging on a heart of tin
Please don't make too much of it baby
Say the word "forevermore"
That's not what I'm looking for
All I can commit to is "maybe"
So let it be what it'll be
Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me
Here's what I'll do
I'll play loose
Not like we have a date with destiny
It's just (aah) a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just (aah) some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do depends on you
Sha-la-la-la, Sha-la-la-la
Vanilla skies (vanilla skies)
White picket fences in your eyes
A vision of you and me(you and me)
It's just (aah) a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just (aah) some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do depends on you
Sha-la-la-la
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just (aah) some little thing
Not like everything I do depends on you
Sha-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la,
ahh crush
Sha-la-la-la, Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la, Sha-la-la-la



Thursday, 05 October 2006
I Am Determined (The Sequel's Sequel)
Don't ask me how mambo was last night cos I wasn't there. However, Wynnii doesn't disappoint! Hell, NO, I don't! I was at MOS last night instead. Ha! Would you think I'm going to stay in on a Wednesday night?!

*In fake English accent* Have you lost your mind?

Went down to MOS with Rudy and two underage kids. Yes, two underage kids. Two impressionable underage kids. Two irritating underage kids. Two wayward underage kids.

Among the four of us, we have two freaking alcoholics! When the jug of Long Island is served, we each took a sip. Then alcoholic number one whom we shall christened Rudy immediately asked "What other drinks do you want?" Hellooo? We just got our jug only ten seconds ago? So one round of margaritas for everyone (except get-drunk-on-two-drinks Derek). Then alcoholic number two whom we shall christened Nicholas asked "What other drinks are we ordering?" Hellooo? We just got our margaritas only ten seconds ago? Before I knew it, they ordered two B52 and a graveyard for themselves already. These two are crazy, I tell you.

And never believe Rudy when he says "we'll leave at 1am". 1am my a**. We were there till 2.30am! And we had to do supper. No, they don't care I don't like chicken rice. No, they don't care that they don't have to work or go to school the next day, unlike others. No, they don't care I'm on a diet.

Did I mention that I'm working today? See, this is how determined I am to have a life and not join the ranks of the no-life working people. You know what. It's another clubbing session (drinking session for alcoholics, Rudy and Nicholas, actually) this Friday with the same people. Did I mention that I'm working on Saturday? Yes, this is how determined I am.



Wednesday, 04 October 2006
A New Place. The Same Thing.
Exactly one month from now, I'm flying off! Flying off to the land of opportunities. The land of consumerism. The land of freedom (or so everyone likes to think). The land of dreams. The land of fake tans. The land of brilliant cosmetic surgery (look at Hollywood!).

I am going there to do what I'm best at. Bum.

I'm going there to sit around in the cold winter and freeze my bum off (no pun intended). I'll let you know if bumming over there is any different from over here. For those who wanna ask me to get stuff, please do so now. Please photoshop your shopping list nicely. List item, price and pictures. Ask Qiaojing how professionally done the one I gave her for her Bangkok trip was. AND pass me US dollars. Do take into account there is sale tax hor. The last thing I need is to create unhappiness over money. AND I'll be shipping your stuff back cos I really don't have enough space in my luggage to spare (unless you wanna buy trinkets, which will lead me to ask.. you have too much money eh?).

I've been working for the past two months to save up for this trip. Can't really say I'm slogging but me working certainly had shocked many. And I'm working at a construction yard, at that. My countdown chart shows I only have 16 days of work left. Yeah~ (Qiaojing knows the best what the countdown chart has. haha~)

A new place doing the same old thing. Hmm.... I sure like the sound of that.



Tuesday, 03 October 2006
I Feel Old. For The Wrong Reasons.
So I'm in the office, sitting in front of the computer, ignoring the rats that are scrambling around, pretending to be busy with all the paper on my desk, cranking up the stereo with trashy pop, inking my fingers in the fight with al'mighty ink pad, soaking up the rainwater from the leaking roof with newspaper (pathetic, I know).

Hey! I just realised I seem to be pretty good at multi-tasking eh.

So in comes a refuse truck driver. I proceeded with the robotic motions of stamping the delivery order (D.O.) when the uncle said something in Hokkien. I looked at him and went "Huh?" Uncle gave me weird look. As I was signing on the D.O., uncle said something in Hokkien again. Once again, I asked "huh?" Once again, uncle gave me weird look. As I give him a one-over, I realised uncle was actually talking to someone else with a what-you-call blue-tooth mobile handsfree device. Yes, you read me right.

A refuse truck driver with a blue-tooth kit. Uncle is lightyears ahead of me in terms of mobile technology. I'm still using a 3650, for crying out loud.

I feel out-dated. I feel old. And it's for the wrong reasons.