Daryl was afraid that I was referring to him in my previous two posts.
No I wasn't.
They're two different things, about two different groups of people.
& I guess to add to my frustration, I won't be able to spend much time with baby for the next couple of weeks, since he's gonna be driving for APEC. :( I've got nothing to look forward to anymore.
Mighty pissed & irritated.
Why did I try so hard?
If you can't be botherered, it says a lot.
Thanks. I wouldn't bother in the future as well.
It's like last year all over again. Different people, same story.
I definitely feel neglected & insignificant.
Thanks to bestie Ting, for the big ang bao, & for treating Daryl & I to dinner at The Mussel Guys!
You're right, the mussels there are heavenly. :)
Thanks, dear!
So my 23rd has come & gone quietly, not creating much of a ripple. But it was nonetheless very satisfactory, with lovely friends, family & a lovelier boyfriend. :) Isn't it absolutely gorgeous? It came in the striking green Kate Spade box, & Fiola even tied it prettily with a very cute polka-dot ribbon. I totally love this so much, I'mma start using it tomorrow! Thanks, dear! & lastly, thanks to LoML, who brought me on a cruise (I LOVE CRUISES), & who brought me to the most wonderful (& definitely the most atas) dinner I've ever had. Thank you all for making this odd-prime number age easy to get through. Love you guys!
Thank you to the following for gifting me with what I like best - moolah:
Farna
Vidz
17 colleagues
Amelyn & Mas
Daryl's parents
KER-CHING! You're all so awesome. The money will go into my Taiwan trip savings. Happeh happeh.
Thank you also to Fiola, who surprised me today with a beautiful gift which really brightened my day!
This is what we call - sour grapes: Although to be rightfully honest, it IS an eyebrow-raising win. If what ABC says is true, then it's real odd that Barack Obama's nomination came after just 11 days in office. Doesn't the world require results nowadays? It's a bit like, "it's not where you go, it's how you get there". Whatever the case is, the GOP (& some) are being complete assholes over this. Come on, give it a rest. It's not like Obama woke up & decided to give himself a Nobel, did he? He didn't request/demand/ask for it. Nobody expected it to happen. So if you're looking for someone to rant to, unburden the wrath of your sour grapes on, & pick an issue with - I suggest the Nobel committee is an excellent place to start. Time to unleash all the leftover bitterness you guys have had since the elections. Jeez.
Father and Daughter
Natasha had two sweets. Then she ate one of the sweets and one sweet remained. Natasha placed the sweet on the table in front of her and started crying.
Suddenly she has a look and on the table in front of her there lie two sweets again.
Natasha ate one sweet and again started crying.
Natasha cries and keeps one eye on the table to see whether a second sweet will appear. But a second sweet did not appear.
Natasha stopped crying and started to sing. she sang and sang away, and suddenly died.
Natasha's father arrived, took Natasha and carried her to the house manager.
- Here - says Natasha's father - will you witness the death?
The house manager blew on his stamp and applied it to Natasha's forehead.
- Thank you - said Natasha's father and carried Natasha off to the cemetery.
But at the cemetery was the watchman Matvei; he always sat by the gate and didn't let anyone into the cemetery, so that the dead had to be buried right on the street.
The father buried Natasha on the street, removed his cap, placed it on the spot where he had interred Natasha and went off home.
He arrived home and Natasha was already sitting there. How come? It's very simple: she climbed out from under the earth and ran back home.
What a thing! The father was so taken aback that he collapsed and died.
Natasha called the house manager, saying to him: - Will you witness a death?
The house manager blew on his stamp and applied it to a sheet of paper and then on the same sheet of paper he wrote: 'This certifies that so and so has actually died.'
Natasha took the piece of paper and carried it off to the cemetery for burial. But the watchman Matvei tells Natasha: - I'm not letting you in on any account.
Natasha says: - I just want to bury this piece of palmer.
And the watchman says: - Don't even ask. Natasha interred the piece of paper on the street, placed her socks on the spot where she had interred the piece of paper and went off home.
She gets home and the father is already sitting there at home and is already playing against himself on a miniature billiard table with little metal balls.
Natasha was surprised but said nothing and went off to her room to grow up.
She grew and grew and within four years she had become a grown-up young lady. But Natasha's father had become aged and bent. But they will both remember how they had taken each other for dead and so they will fall on the divan and just laugh. Sometimes they will laugh for about twenty minutes.
And their neighbours, as soon as they hear this laughter, immediately put on their coats and go off to the cinema. And one day they went off like that and never came back again. Seemingly, they were run over by a car.
- Daniil Kharms (1936)
...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Darrelle tried to gift her siblings as my birthday present.
Sam does not accept humans as gifts, unless they are in the form of Jason Mraz, Hugh Laurie, David Mitchell, Neil Patrick Harris, Lee Pace, Wentworth Miller, Bradley Cooper, Ryan Reynolds, Zac Efron, Chace Crawford, Kylie Minogue, Emma Watson, Evangeline Lily, Rachel McAdams...
...hmm. Looks like I do accept humans as gifts afterall.
This is how I made a complete fool of myself on Saturday.
Daryl, my best friend Ho Ting & I were in Chanel looking at bags, when Ho Ting held up a Chanel 2.55 to show me how it looks like & to my horror, I realised that the bloody expensive Topshop bag I was carrying is inspired by Chanel.
Ho Ting: Sam! This is the 2.55! -holds it up high-
Me: -flailing arms at Ho Ting- Put it down put it down my bag looks almost exactly like it put it down!
Daryl: -tries to strategically place my arm over the telling clasp of my bag-
Me: YEARGH!
Daryl: Chiong bag! -steps away from me to distance himself from the source of embarrassment-
Me: Hey, where do you think you're going? -points foot at him at which point, my loose shoe flies off my foot & lands some feet away-
-All 3 of us watch in horror-
Ho Ting: -runs towards door-
:( & we were in such an atas store.
& then in the bus, when Daryl & I were going home; a girl sitting diagonally from us was drinking milk straight from the carton.
Me: Hehehe check out that girl! She must be bloody thirsty...she's drinking straight from the carton! Hahahahaha watch watch watch! Hahahahahahaha!
Daryl: Hahahahaha yah!
-girl passes carton to woman RIGHT in front of us, assumedly her mom-
Me: Oh, crap.
I feel like a complete bimbo hahahahahahahahahaha.
It's the time to put up my wishlist again! ... Well, not really. Hahahaha! I adore them, & they're absolutely gorgeous bags which I covet. But if I were to buy all of them, I'd be shit broke, or knee deep in debts. I do intend to get the LV Damier Neverfull though, hopefully by the end of this year. Let's see if my company hands out some nice bonuses. But what I would like most of all is... Thank you very much in advance. :) :) :) (Not shy at all.)
Basically, it's for convenience's sake, so my friends don't have to rack their pretty heads over what they would want to get for me.
My list this year is ostensibly shorter than last year's. Well, I can purchase most of the DVDs I want at staff discount now, so it would be silly to request them as gifts (which of course, would be bought at full retail price outside).
So here is a really short list. What can I say? I'm pretty damn satisfied with life right now.


I'm kidding about the bags.
...MONEY. Some cold hard cash rules any day. :D I can buy myself a yummy treat, pamper myself to some nice relaxing facial, buy some nice clothes or even save up towards my Neverfull!
Neil Patrick Harris was looking absolutely spiffy in a handsome white tux (suit up!), & I LOVE HIM. Being host of a large-scale event such as the Emmys requires charm & loads of affability, & Neil fits the prerequisites perfectly. He was just so SUPER awesome & likeable, & he co-produced the awards show, making him even more awesome, if possible. Love love love. Can't describe how much I love him right now. I practically swelled up with pride watching him be awesome. -fights back proud tears-
He was funny, his jokes were funny, he was fun host, & he looked like he was having fun! (This whole sentence is one awkward mess.) He was making the funnymen (& women) laugh! & I do mean the alumni such as Steve Carell & Tina Fey & many others, ALL clearly enjoying themselves & having a ball. Jon Stewart totally heaped on the praise on Neil, right during his own acceptance speech. So damn proud. -sniffles happily- We need more NPH! MOOORRREEE! Let him host every other boring awards show!
The actual awards were disappointing though. It started great with Kristin Chenoweth winning Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy. Pushing Daisies, the lovely yet underappreciated gem, was non-existent in the rest of the awards show, yet Kristin Chenoweth pulled a pleasant surprise. & she was really cute too during her teary, blubbering acceptance speech. "I'm unemployed now, so I'd like to be on 'Mad Men'." & she went on saying she wanted to be on 24 & The Office too, which proves she's a really smart opportunist. :D
But as the show continued, it appeared that the Comedy category was dominated by 30 Rock (again), & the Drama category was dominated by Mad Men. It's ridiculous. There were a couple of awards that both 30 Rock & Mad Men took up 4 out of 5 nominations. What are the chances of not winning? 20%? Seriously? Is that the best they can do? Are there no other relatively decent shows? Bollocks.
House M.D., nominated for two measly categories, a far cry from its heydays with a ridiculous number of accolades, came away empty-handed. :( Hugh Laurie. My heart is broken.
Ricky Gervais (my third favouritest Brit), was funny too, & he was laugh-a-minute. :) He nailed every joke, every punchline. This is how you bring the house down, Rob Lowe. Take a lesson.
& Neil Patrick Harris didn't win for his role as Barney Stinson either. How could he not? Tell me, how is Barney Stinson not awesome? Barney Stinson is all sorts of awesomeness. Barney Stinson, if not careful, is fast becoming my favourite TV character, EVER. It doesn't matter if you don't win, NPH. Because you don't need an Emmy to prove how awesome you are.
(Edit: The verdict is in & it's unanimous. The media LOVES Neil Patrick Harris. Actually, EVERYONE loves Neil Patrick Harris. I did a quick search & all channels of media are lauding NPH's awesomeness, & how he's just so mega-talented & an amazing host. -chokes up proud tears again-)
My Boyfriend Says the Darnest Things
Daryl: -channel surfing- Hey, Singtel Grid Girls!
Me: Interesting meh?
Daryl: Yah...they go to the real F1 locations & go behind the scenes.
Me: So, you want to be a Singtel Grid Girl too?
Daryl: Ok!
Me: You'll have to change sex & be really pretty.
Daryl: Wah lau. I'll be a damn hot girl, man.
-in the car, witnessing an ambulance by the roadside, with an old man on the pavement being tended to by paramedics-
Daryl: ACCIDENT! -excited-
Me: Not really lah. No cars, but there's an old man. Maybe he fell down.
Daryl: Maybe he was ran over! -looks at ambulance- BY THE AMBULANCE!!!
Me: ...
Daryl: If you're an ambulance & you run over someone, how?
Me: -laughing quite hard- If you're an ambulance & you've run over someone, you can't do anything...coz' you're INANIMATE! -continues laughing very loudly-
Daryl: ...I mean, what if you're driving an ambulance, & you've run over someone, but you're already carrying a dying person?
Me: -continues laughing at his previous statement & ignoring his hypothetical moral dilemma-