December 12, 2009
pet-talk
The pretext...
After misplacing hope on Emman for the past 20 mins, and realising that Emman's dinner has all been eaten up by himself, without even a shred of chicken dropping within 30-cm radius of him, Sydney (aka Didi) turned to walk away, slumped on the cold, cruel marble floor.
The talk...
me: Didi is so disappointed.
em: Didi... you cannot eat lah...
Didi: Whatever. Next life, I want to be dog food.
Posted by Cycy at 21:36
December 07, 2009
one of those conversations...
me: We better rush back, so you can watch Fringe. em: No lah, it's ok.me: Why? You can download it?em: I already. Actually I already watched it. me: (duh-eyes) Then?em: But I still want to watch it... me: Ya, on channel 5...?em: Ya, I have to watch it so that the viewership rating will be high and they will continue to show it, the next season. me: (rolls eyes) Can you remind me to blog about this later?I think it's an occupational habit (or hazard) of a Market Researcher. IT'S all about ratings.
Posted by Cycy at 23:10
Everything is possible...
... in Newton Circus Food Centre.Including a $2 Nasi Padang. That will be 3 dishes (non-meat) with rice. Emman's lunch for today. $2? Newton Circus??? This can make the headline, mann...
Posted by Cycy at 22:56
December 04, 2009
introspective
This came to me two days ago, while I was on the train ride to work, and purged from my earphones were familiar tunes that I used to listen to some 2 years ago - what I call the depressing music. I guess, the thing about feeling sad or disappointed intensely, about the people or things around you, is that, it is also the time when you really get in touch with yourself, your innermost feelings. It is the time you just look inwards and feel what you feel, and in a way, indulge in that. Happiness is more distracting. There are always people around to share happiness, people who are more than ready to share your happiness, whether you would like them to or not. Sometimes, it's like, the feeling of happiness is not entirely your own; you can't own it fully and feel its entirety just on your own. But, the feeling of sadness, hopelessness, depressive feelings... those are really, truly entirely your own. In a way, that's comforting. In a way, to own a feeling in its entirety makes you feel more alive, even if and especially when that's accompanied by serious pangs of loneliness. I believe, he or she who has not fully tasted loneliness, for a prolonged period of time, lacks the perspective to understand what I just wrote. Or perhaps, some people are just more adaptable to being alone and being lonely. The ironic thing is, I actually, honestly miss those moments, sometimes. Not of loneliness, but of being able to immerse in the purest form of an emotion and to totally be overwhelmed by it such that, for that duration of overwhelmed state, nothing seems to matter. It's just my depressing mp3s and me. Yup. That's the kind of moment.
Posted by Cycy at 00:30
November 28, 2009
*burp*
Have been at this temp job of a CATI (computer-assisted telephone interview) Interviewer for the past 3 weeks or so. It's not an exciting job, puts me at the mercy of Lady Luck and subjects me to rather unreasonable respondents some times. But, it's do-able. My fellow interviewing colleagues are fine to work, have lunch and whine (about our having only 1 complete in 2 hours) with. The love contract has been working out great lately. We passed the 1-year mark, and chomped down many slices of cold fish, some roasted pork and scoops of ice-cream to commemorate that. Aside from these, everything is pretty much same-old. Which is why, I have not been blogging much, I suppose. Which is why, too, that I ought to stop here before this post sounds too contrived. Christmas is coming. The end is near. Happy season, y'all.
Posted by Cycy at 23:21
November 09, 2009
one of those conversations...
em: Seng Lee (a chai bng stall in Market St, Golden Shoe Carpark Hawker Centre) should advertise themselves. me: Ya?em: Ya, like the MOE advertisement.me: ... (bracing myself for something lame... but so-cute-n-fannie from my bf)em: (starts to 'enact' the advert) She always asked, "What's my passion?" "When I grow up, I want to be a chai bng stall holder" "Thank you, Mr Seng Lee!"xxxme: (because em started giggling to himself) What now?em: "His most annoying question?" me: "jiak4, bao1?"em: Ya!!! (starts to 'enact' the advert again) "His most annoying question?" "Eat or packet?" "Thank you, Mr Seng Lee!"xxxem: Chai bng is inspiring! Really leh, without chai bng, there will be no lawyers, no doctors...me: Uhhuh... but there will be a lot of tutors and telephone interviewers.em: (LOL) Ya...me: But without chai bng, there won't be taxi drivers too...em: (LOL) Then, there won't be dogs, 2 dogs too...xxxme: You're really enjoying the MOE advertisement eh? em: Ya, your government is just funny.me: Uhhuh...em: (suddenly changes to The Army advertisement) Singapore dogs. The decisive force. me: Ya, really, my dogs are very decisive. They will decide to follow whoever that has food. Very decisive!
Posted by Cycy at 23:14
November 05, 2009
if you're happy and you know it...
It has been 2 happy weeks because...I got my break from working with kids.I am doing something that gives easier money for the next month or so.I got some people interested and excited about one of those biz ideas brewing in my head.I had a really sweet weekend with Emman.I know I'm going to have a really lovely weekend with Emman.two of my ASD pupils scored exceedingly well for their SA2 exams. Emman bought himself a new book at Borders yesterday.I finished reading The Reader in just one week.I totally enjoyed The Reader, in spite of having watched the movie beforehand.I am looking forward to my new work role, although it's probably not most people's idea of 'fun'.I attended church with Emman last Sat and found that attending church together can be quite a sexy thing. Emman won a battle against the moronic evils of the corporate workplace.Emman laughed when I started getting so angry and bitched about his colleagues.I tried the porridge at Imperial Kitchen @ Orchard ION yesterday with Emman.I poo-ed two times already in this week. I got to know new people, colleagues from my new workplace.everything seems simple, positive and just... fine.When I'm happy, I wear leopard preens and khaki. Ya, right.
Posted by Cycy at 23:26
October 25, 2009
This Sunday
The time is 1553h. It is a Sunday. I'm at home, reading on my bed, with soft rock hits over the airwaves fr Class95. Beside me, was a bowl of sweet potato soup that my mum has boiled. Normally it would have been a cup of tea (my current fave is the Dilmah Blueberry+Vanilla one). It's a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon. The way I used to spend it; the way I like it, from time to time, now. Lazy. Slow. Laid-back. Me. I text Emman to ask if he's enjoying his Sunday afternoon too, at home. His sms: hehe, me applying for jobs, checking mails, waiting for my DP to release some stupid quota for my client, and going to call my parents... haha, sounds fun ah?Honestly? It sounds exactly like what my cutest boyfriend, Emman, would be doing. "So different, but so together," I like to think of us. We're going jogging! In 30 mins. Then, watching Flash Forward together will totally be a GREAT way to wrap up the weekend! Simplicity is still underrated.
Posted by Cycy at 17:38
Slow Down. Dog pooing ahead.
Together with my elder sis, brought hugogo (it's my new affectionate way of calling him) and didihasaiyo (somehow, the Korean accent suited as an affix to his name) to jog in Bishan Park a few days ago. As expected, didihasaiyo was conquered by the gravel jogging path after 15 minutes while hugogo remained on a high. He just refused to bulge. After much cooing and wooing, he managed a brisk walk of 5 mins and then, it's K.O! The funniest bit was when he felt sai-gun (urgent need to PS) while we were jaywalking across a road with 4 lanes. The lights were turning green, for the vehicles, and there he was, reluctant to walk a step anymore, poised in his I-wanna-shit-now-and-I-mean-'now!' position. I had to scream for him to retract his bowels and get a move on before we had to stop 4 cars in their path due to some canine poo in the mid of the road. We love our dogs. Seriously.
Posted by Cycy at 17:27
October 15, 2009
the Jung test of me
Idealist Portrait of the Counselor (INFJ) Counselors have an exceptionally strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others, and find great personal fulfillment interacting with people, nurturing their personal development, guiding them to realize their human potential. Although they are happy working at jobs (such as writing) that require solitude and close attention, Counselors do quite well with individuals or groups of people, provided that the personal interactions are not superficial, and that they find some quiet, private time every now and then to recharge their batteries. Counselors are both kind and positive in their handling of others; they are great listeners and seem naturally interested in helping people with their personal problems. Not usually visible leaders, Counselors prefer to work intensely with those close to them, especially on a one-to-one basis, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes.
Counselors are scarce, little more than one percent of the population, and can be hard to get to know, since they tend not to share their innermost thoughts or their powerful emotional reactions except with their loved ones. They are highly private people, with an unusually rich, complicated inner life. Friends or colleagues who have known them for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that Counselors are flighty or scattered; they value their integrity a great deal, but they have mysterious, intricately woven personalities which sometimes puzzle even them.
Counselors tend to work effectively in organizations. They value staff harmony and make every effort to help an organization run smoothly and pleasantly. They understand and use human systems creatively, and are good at consulting and cooperating with others. As employees or employers, Counselors are concerned with people's feelings and are able to act as a barometer of the feelings within the organization.
Blessed with vivid imaginations, Counselors are often seen as the most poetical of all the types, and in fact they use a lot of poetic imagery in their everyday language. Their great talent for language-both written and spoken-is usually directed toward communicating with people in a personalized way. Counselors are highly intuitive and can recognize another's emotions or intentions - good or evil - even before that person is aware of them. Counselors themselves can seldom tell how they came to read others' feelings so keenly. This extreme sensitivity to others could very well be the basis of the Counselor's remarkable ability to experience a whole array of psychic phenomena. All Idealists (NFs) share the following core characteristics:
Idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders. Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.
Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.
Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.
Idealists are relatively rare, making up no more than 15 to 20 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.
Mohandas Gandhi, Sidney Poitier, Eleanor Roosevelt, Jane Goodall, Emily Bronte, Sir Alec Guiness, Carl Jung, Mary Baker Eddy, Queen Noor are examples of the Counselor Idealist (INFJ).
I feel so understood by this description... haha
Posted by Cycy at 18:17
I'm Hare-brained
H.O.T.S. Survey: Results
Your Answers Indicate A Hare Role
APPROACH: Conceptual/Spontaneous
DESCRIPTION: The Hare generates the concepts and ideas. They like to reframe the problem and look for solutions that may be unusual, unique,and/or outside the boundaries of traditional thought. Hares are good at exploring alternatives and perceiving the "big picture".
Hares want freedom from constraint, and when a rule exists they may break it. They may act impulsively, letting their feelings guide them. They derive satisfaction from the process of creating,discussing concepts and ideas,and overcoming obstacles.
When everything is in its place,the Hare may become restless,get impatient,and have a tendency to move from one subject to another.
CONTRIBUTION: Fresh,original concepts that go beyond the obvious,and are not constrained by fear of failure.
WEAKNESESS: Because the Hare enjoys generating ideas, they may move from one idea to another without stopping to evaluate the consequences.
If left alone to refine concepts,they will solve the problem within the problem within the problem,and eventually lose sight of the objective.
INSTINCT: Reframing problems to achieve breakthrough solutions,moving in new directions,examining possibilities without regard to risk.
Posted by Cycy at 17:58
October 13, 2009
tots for a dime
I learnt today that guilt is a very dangerous emotion to harbour. It transforms itself easily into fear, insecurity, low self-esteem, social withdrawal, emotional fatigue... and still, it won't show itself. So dodgy that it may not even allow one to forgive oneself.I told someone today that, the worst thing to happen is not to lose a relationship, but to not have any friendships to count on when you have to cope with losing a relationship. The feeling of friends, even those you seldom meet up with, stepping into your world to hoist it up (sometimes, with their mere presence) when it feels like everything is caving in? That's the one thing anyone cannot afford to lose, and everyone must work to deserve it.
I'm so glad and proud of myself for always keeping a good and level head about maintaining my friendships, even and especially when I'm in a relationship. I hope she starts this Friday. After all, a 'best friend' is the best person to re-acquaint with. Mine called me earlier. She tries very hard. I'm so proud of her, and our friendship. ^^
Posted by Cycy at 23:55
October 12, 2009
irritating little beans
I'm not pro-baby. Seriously. I don't know why and I really don't want to bad-mouth other people's kids (and risk having my cursed chickens come home to hatch), but there's this baby in my neighbour's house who is really the tops in bawling his lungs out. I think it's the grandson/granddaughter of my neighbour. There's no sane reason why anyone would put up with a screaming baby, unless the family blood runs in its veins. Every morning, without fail, it will cry and scream, much to the disdain of even my dogs. In the beginning, I thought it's cos of the fixed-time barking of my in-house furbros (their undying excitement and bitterness whenever a neighbour's dog goes out at 9am) that the baby is crying. I used to feel bad for causing it such a frightful start to the day. But, I have realised it's at no fault of our furbros at all. The baby just cries. For reason, or not. A few times a day. Short bursts of high-octave bawling. Sometimes, I do feel the urge to pop over to my neighbour's house and ask if everything is alright, in a somewhat sarcastic manner. Today, I was on the same bus with another soprano baby. It was just making noise and shrieking and getting all the attention it wanted, including from most of us on the same bus. I was trying hard to nap a bit and there the kid was, shrieking. Freaking annoying! Luckily, I didn't have to endure that for long as I quickly got off at my destination. I hope it shut up soon, for the benefit of the eardrums of the poor passengers in the same bus. Babies! Bleah. I'd rather have cats.
Posted by Cycy at 19:21