do the write thing.

sammsays @ 2009-12-18T22:00:00

2009-12-18T14:00:53Z

This week was a fairly good and quick one. I like my permed hair except for the fact that the left side sprouts out uncontrollably each morning, looking like a tornado just hit me from the right.

The clarke quay / chinatown area is great, especially when it comes to lunchtime. There are always very lovely $1 buns (and i dont mean this with reference to the prev post), jap gelato double scoop at a promotional $3, slightly dry but nonetheless yummy textural muffins and many other junky snacks that i love to indulge in.

The musical Beauty & the Beast was really adorable. Adorable / funny / predictable but still comforting to watch. Of course they singaporeanized and spoofed it to death but thats what people want to see, i suppose. Our senile outing - the first after a terribly long time - was not quite so successful, on the other hand. There was a numbing distance to the group; no real interaction as a whole. Bonding semi-fail.

I am looking forward to le weekend as i always do, even when there're no concrete plans. even when im dead tired at the very sane time of 9.58pm, i make it a point to stay awake till the eleventh hour (quite literally), oozing every last bit of energy out of my weary soul to savour the taste of long awaited freedom..

yea. TGIF!!!

sammsays @ 2009-12-15T21:33:00

2009-12-15T13:33:43Z

samm says:

its like im at a bread shop and i take the biggest bun
then i walk two rounds and put the bun back thinking i may want something else
five rounds later, i realize i actually want that biggest bun
but the biggest bun isn't there anymore, and the guy isnt baking anymore
and im hungry...

Reading what i wrote in an impulsive somewhat analytical moment on msn made me want to share it here. Emo always calls for a blog post.

Can it be such that life is working out, but the people aren't? I know of a few happy (yes happy) people leading solitary lives happily. wow ive said the word happy three times - it either means too much or too little to me.

tomorrow, i will consciously attempt to make myself happy. that includes putting more product in my newly permed hair, bringing bamboo plant to work in his new pot (painted with lovely beetles) and wearing something nice. and before i leave the house i will chant 'good day' three times because its proven to work.

Straight from Sirvanabhumi to Central Sq

2009-12-07T12:47:15Z

I hate my blog hiatuses; they always leave me hanging and when I wanna come back to it too much has happened and i cant pen it into a single entry.

A new chapter now begins after leaving the place between heaven and earth (slightly nearer to the latter i would think). I sorely miss my teammate + intern and I wish she were still around to humour me and relate to the numerous grievances I had about that place. I miss Faz and her complaints, the cynicism and jokes we shared about everything. I miss kim / brandon and the times we condemned and tore *SL down to a pile of stinky trash.

But thats about all I miss. I have this feeling FE is going to be much better. Humbler, but better. On the bus home it was dark and I saw my lonely self in the window reflection. It was strangely and inappropriately saddening somehow.. I realized how I have my life put nicely together (more or less), with a loving pa and caring por, a budding job, and a ton of super nice bkk stuff to wear - but no one to wear it out with; no one to share my successes and memories; no one to narrate the drama and twist of events to.

I thought about my closest friends and knew that they were each busy with their own lives - or soon to be, and I thought about church, and knew that I no longer belonged to one. I thought about a boyfriend and knew I didn't have one. Whatever happened to my social life - have I ever had one in the first place, or did it consist of these momentary outbursts of intense companionship by random people who circumstantially walked in, then out?

It is always after these very melancholic times that I suddenly awake and snap myself back into contentment & acceptance. As soon as the next song on my ipod played, it felt like i didn't need to feel sad anymore. Whimsical, annoying fart. I must update on the bkk trip in the next post because it was lovely and awesome and lovely and.. Wish i were still there.

"I am a Front Desk Agent"

2009-10-13T12:54:16Z

One day I'm going to do my own version!

"I am a Front Desk Agent"

I have advanced degrees in Accounting, Public Relations, Marketing, Business, Computer Science, Civil Engineering, and Swahili. I can also read minds.

Of course I have the reservation that you booked six years ago even though you don't have the confirmation number and you think it was made under a name that starts with "S".

It is completely my fault that the blizzard shut down the airport and you have to sleep in a warm king-size bed while 5000 of your co-travellers are sleeping in benches at the airport. I am sorry.

It is not a problem for me to give you seven connecting, non-smoking, poolside suites with two king beds in each, four rollaways, 3 cribs, and yes, I can install a wet bar. I know it is my fault that we do not have a helicopter landing pad.

I am a Front Desk Agent. I am expected to speak all languages fluently. It is obvious to me that when you booked your reservation for Friday on the weekend we're sold out that you really meant Saturday. My company has entrusted me with all financial information and decisions, and yes, I am lying to you when I say we have no more rooms available. It is not a problem for me to quickly construct several more guest rooms. THIS time I will not forget the helicopter landing pad. And it is my fault that everyone wanted to stay here. I should have known you were coming in, even though you had no reservation. After all, you stay at our brand of hotel all the time, 300 nights a year, and this is only the first time you've ever been to our city.

I am a front desk agent. I am quite capable of checking three people in, two people out, taking five reservations, answering fifteen incoming calls, delivering six bath towels to room 625, plunging the toilet in room 101, and restocking the supply of pool towels, all at the same time. Yes, I will be glad to call the van driver and tell him to drive over all the cars stuck in traffic because you've been waiting at the airport for 15 minutes and you've got jet lag.

I am a front desk agent, an operator, a bellhop, houseman, guest service representative, housekeeper, sales coordinator, information specialist, entertainment critic, restauranteur, stock broker, referee, janitor, computer technician, plumber, ice-breaker, postman, babysitter, dispatcher, laundry cleaner, lifeguard, electrician, ambassador, personal fitness trainer, fax expert, human jukebox, domestic abuse counselor, and verbal punching bag. Yes, I know room 112 is not answering their phone. And of course I have their travel itinerary so I know exactly where they went when they left here 9 hours ago, and what their cell phone number is.

I always know where to find the best vegetarian-kosher-Mongolian-barbecue restaurants. I know exactly what to see and do in this city in fifteen minutes without spending any money and without getting caught in traffic. I take personal blame for airline food, traffic jams, rental car flat tires, and the nation's economy.

I realize that you meant to book your reservation here. People often confuse us with the Galaxy Delight Motel, Antarctica. Of course I can "fit you in" and yes, you may have the special $1 rate because you are affiliated with the Hoboken Accounting and Bagel Club.

I am expected to smile, empathize, sympathize, console, condole, upsell, downsell (and know when to do which), perform, sing, dance, fix the printer, and tell your friends that you're here. And I know exactly where 613 Possum Trot Lane is in the Way Out There subdivision that they just built last week.

After all, I AM a Front Desk Agent.

sammsays @ 2009-10-10T22:02:00

2009-10-10T14:25:59Z

I'm in between commercials on Singapore Idol now. Haha, it is actually quite heartening to see these youngsters with talent sing power ballads and cheesy pop songs. How easy to pass flippant judgements, how not-so-easy to perform on a stage with a discerning audience jumping at every chance of mockery.

But its true lah, the show is kinda gimmicky. haha.

-on another note-

Today's sat and it went pretty well. I attended a baby shower - my first one ever. Hadn't seen Faz in like 3 months its scary! Super nice meeting her and going there with the 3 GROs.. And it was kinda funny that I didn't feel weird about making sweet noises at the baby. Babies are almost the most awkward type of human beings to be around, big shots and super good looking people aside. This baby was kind of different though. She's strangely cute and is always half asleep & yawning. No pressure there. Anyhow, Faz is even trendier as a mum; she's got a bob with bangs, stick on lashes, and an iphone with facebook. I miss her.

I have a numbing sort of stomachache after the italian buffet lunch at Basilico's with family. One too many gelatos, tiramisus and slices or should I say chunks of cheese. Blah, that's really what I hate about buffets. Long drawn buffets for that matter. They make you lose your sense of satiety (and time). Its always when I stand up to leave do I realize how blooooody ba the meal has made me, by which time the only feeling left is that of guilt and regret. Anyhow, it was a good meal, and nice company. My cousins are pretty cool people.

Ok, its church tomorrow and my last day of the weekend. Must savour every minuteeee

sammsays @ 2009-10-06T22:05:00

2009-10-06T14:08:18Z

Omg, I almost blacked out after standing up from the toilet bowl tonight. haha. hate that giddy feeling. super jaded today, lots of crap to do tomorrow. oh wells. love the vivienne westwood blouse and zara dress that joyce got me (all at a b-b-bargain!). least that saved the day. (:

sammsays @ 2009-10-05T19:39:00

2009-10-05T12:48:20Z

Yay! I left work on time today. Always get this thrill from leaving work on time. Although the scope of work is the same monotonous bureaucratic crap, the company at work is definitely better than before. Least I dont have a boss that nitpicks at lipgloss, exclamation marks, nail colour and stray strands of hair. I have my own autonomy and people aren't questioning me anymore. Only tradeoff is that everything under the sun becomes not only my business but my duty.

Today I realize that if there's one thing you can never take out of human nature, it would be the tendency for comparison. People need to establish a benchmark of some sort; how do you define anything without something else to weigh it against? I met an interesting portugese couple who 'wanted to talk about rates'. how surprising - speaking of which we should just schedule a mass conference each week for all the dissatisfied customers to rally support from one another and go on some kind of strike to put our business in jeopardy so that management will budge their stiff asses on the rates!

That aside, this couple had definite style.. The mister was a 40-ish year old, smoldering dark haired george clooney sort with the mafia type ring and semi-unbuttoned shirt. The missus - one of those over botoxed blonde bombshells unafraid to flaunt her still-triumphant assets, now freckled but nonetheless glowing in an attractive, orange tan. She also carried a berkin in the matching shade. haha. I sit them down politely in the conference room while I listen to her gripes on how the chandelier and lamps are so dated, the wardrobe isnt positioned intelligently etc... it all boils down to the company's budget. $12,300, no more. We came to a good compromise where her husband reminds me about 10 times to put it in writing to his email. I couldn't help but notice missus' large, gold chain necklace with a chanel logo-ed pendant hanging obscenely at her chest, screaming.

The tinted limo pulled over at the driveway. As I meekly bade them goodbye I wondered how they got so rich. Did they start from the bottom of the pyramid of status and wealth, or were they born into their charmed lives having simply to.. cruise along? This really reminds me of the cliche parallel my italian sociology teacher drew to life, that life is as all say, a race, only that some start off behind others, and some start off not only behind but with balls of stone chained round their ankles. Hence it takes some to sprint to come in first and others, simply to stroll.

As I walked back to the office this strange feeling of sadness and envy overcame me; I felt sad not so much for myself but for people in general. The unfairness of the world is sometimes really incomprehensible. Being in the hospitality industry truly builds one's character, it demands an acquired level of patience, humility, empathy and hard work (none of which I sufficiently possess). These unreasonable, snooty, dismissive self centred wealthy people sometimes think they deserve to treat those serving them with disrespect. Ok, evidently I have some suppressed angst here. haha.

Beats me why I'm so melancholic lately.

sammsays @ 2009-10-04T21:28:00

2009-10-04T14:12:04Z

I always get grumpy when I eat snacks in the afternoon and get too full for dinner. grr. Somehow there's so much comfort (and entertainment) to seek in major bitching sessions with kim and brandon, empathizing with one another's plight while sneering/ sliming the many undeserving / sleazeball characters we know over a hearty, long awaited saturday lunch.

There're actually a number of things i miss about my old weekend agendas. I like to plan them way ahead of time so the anticipation takes me through the week. Today Joyce broke the news to me and we indulged in semi-sappy nostalgic talk; its great that i could relate to almost everything and it just shows how destined we are as BFFs for life.

Sigh, which very aptly leads me to think about how most girls want that one simple thing that's so hard to find - lasting love. blah. i can safely say that we just want to meet that nice, average joe (with no commitment issues) who'll sail through a good 4 years with us before proposing, so that we can have another 2 married honeymoon years followed by 45 tiresome years of raising bratty children and slogging at work to make those monthly housing+car loan payments, and finally, 5-10 golden years of romantic retirement before retreating to the grave, hopefully at the same time. how blissful. I'm definitely for it, but minus the kids and loan payments and maybe even grave, if thats possible.

No one wants to be that old lady in the 1 room hdb flat on a rocking chair knitting sweaters for her cats. Would I risk becoming that for finding the 'right' one? Maybe its just about finding a good-enough fit. That's why its called settling down, isnt it. What I do know is that I need to start making better decisions in general, need to be able to justify my choices and stop fumbling around without purpose. Tomorrow is going to be a long day I know it. EEEEEKS!

sammsays @ 2009-10-03T09:07:00

2009-10-03T01:13:44Z

I don't know who I'll marry, but I sure know what I wanna wear!

sammsays @ 2009-10-03T08:10:00

2009-10-03T00:48:37Z

Wow its been so long since I've blogged its scary! It is now 03 Oct 09. How time flies. It was just a while ago that I had graduated from Vegas with the whole job searching frenzy. Can hardly believe that I've been working for a full 6 months now, bound into a world of hierarchy, policies, politics, email wars and customers from hell, tightly with duck tape of a bloody red hue.

Lately there's been more drama than I bargained for. With the sudden disappearance of the only two other people in the dept, little windows of opportunity tweaked open. The usual tedious line of authority got cut short and I found myself reporting and also slowly becoming acquainted with the big shots in top management (while also being vulnerable to their complex manipulation and power play).

Suddenly my strong desire for punctuality (at the end of a work day) dwindled; I came back on a non-working sat last week to meet the hotel manager to discuss 'career possibilities', and stayed till 8pm yesterday for a meeting with the GM on rate structure revisions. Rather uncharacteristic of me to do these so willingly. With progression/ promotion at the back of my mind, spending two hours of leisure time that way beat surfing facebook at home / watching singapore idol anytime.

Almost everyday I've been wondering what's in store for me and how to better help myself achieve my short term objective of being groomed into management. There's this unsettling sense of urgency pricking at me and I keep thinking 'there has to be more than this'.

I mean there is, isn't there?

Having said all this, I'm just going to enjoy the weekend while it lasts!

sammsays @ 2009-06-10T20:50:00

2009-06-10T13:19:29Z

Today is a really weird day.

omg every other bloody emo thing i wrote got wiped out.

its so meant to be.

sammsays @ 2009-05-21T21:19:00

2009-05-21T13:27:48Z

My first 2009 post! Haha. Crazy how i havent used this blog in such a long time. Well, I am a rather different person now. For one, I'm of the legal age to do absolutely anything. Also a full fledged, overworked employee whose salary is half eaten by CPF. How things have changed!

Still basking in the glamour and melancholy of my 21st celebration (s). Had lots of great presents, catching up and picture taking. Almost the life of a socialite. This week was also great cos it was orientation week at work so there were lots of events (erhem, slacking) going on. Yeah. I enjoyed the role playing and brainwashing.

This saturday its team building weekend. Games at sentosa. Long time since ive gone outdoors, frankly.

Ok. pretty damn tired from work. will update again soon!!

DIY escapade.

2008-12-10T07:38:01Z

Since I've nothing else to do in life now that the finals (and all exams, for that matter) are over, I ransacked my wardrobe, dug out the least favourite items (erhem, usually given to me by my mother)and decided to take them apart. Quite literally, as you will see. Pretty satisfied with the outcomes. Hehe. DIY = eco and checking acct friendly.

Very ill-fitting leather jacket. SNIP!!!

Now it looks like a biker vest. haha. Match with blazer so its not so raunchy lah.

Close up. No stitching done at all!

Mercilessly taking apart my old sony ericsson phone. It no longer works anyway. The resale value, when it did, was SGD20. hah.

All the prying was tiring man

Inerts - useless crap?

Bow down to the genius, I say.

Oversized wool sweater with tassels. x.x (too excited about dissecting it to take a pic of its original state)

A pair of beanies! Ok, maybe the silver ball is kinda retarded.

Me, the beanie and specs.

Gross. Wool remnants.

The only thing about DIY I hate is the truckload of garbage to clean up when i'm done. Grr. Can't wait to fix my sewing machine. Then i'll be in full rhythm and speed i say! haha. no puns.

sammsays @ 2008-12-07T07:03:00

2008-12-06T23:07:10Z

zomg. givenchy's fall 08 collection is to die for. ever since joyce has introduced me to the plethora of fashion blogs online, i cant keep my rascal fingers from clicking.

love every outfit in that pic!! top row, third from right - that coat! ahhh.

My flare for languages. (Not a spelling mistake)

2008-12-03T23:55:34Z

Je déteste le francais.
Il est très difficile.

Contrary to popular opinion (my mother), I don't have a flair for languages. I mean, it's nice to sprout some french and act élégante, but when it comes down to the technicalities of gender specific nouns (which is EVERYTHING in french), possessive adjectives, indefinite articles and the like, the language is torn down from an exquisite art to a burdensome discipline.

Damn I regret taking french. Got to push on for a few more days till the final's over on Monday!

Took the liberty of wearing my new spectacles for class today. My professor couldnt recognise me, haha. What you wear really dictates the mood for the day. No laughing and goofy smiling with specs on. If not for those baby pink stockings I swear I could have passed off as a full fledged dork. Thats one thing I'm going to miss about being here.. All the dressing up without a care in the world. Sigh. I still want a lookbook.

Hmm let me recollect the great things I've bought while here:

1. Diamante cross pendant necklace! Had one longgg ago and lost it. So classic.
2. Tree pendant necklace, just like the one on the blog header.
3. White and baby pink stockings! Ya la very ballet-ish.
4. Blazers - hee hee.
5. SKINNY JEANS - way too many. Love them all. Yet to find a salmon coloured one.
6. Swirly stone ring from San Diego. Quite special indeed.
7. Headbands? Cheap and nice!
8. Hardcore boots. very man.
9. Light gold silk top from LA. Never worn it before, but its really swanky.

Can't think of a 10th item. Guess that'll be on the shopping list. heh!

sammsays @ 2008-12-03T14:40:00

2008-12-03T07:59:34Z

This period in my life is certainly that of suspense and anxiety. Least the despair part is gone, for now. In less than two weeks I will be done here - for good. So what's in store for me back home? I've been vaccinated against the pains of the economy for too long to realise its present impact on me. My classmates are vying for the same jobs I am. Will my starting pay sustain the lifestyle i'm living? Money is never an issue until you earn it.

As dumb as it sounds, I feel the future coming. I know that everyone's going to set off in their own paths, which may never cross again. Feels so melancholic.

On another note, a recent series of uncanny events brings me back to the simplest principles in life - sacrifices and consequences. With every decision made there is a sacrifice and consequence. It all boils down to the value of return, doesnt it? Sacrifices of the less valued are made. Of course, there's the occasional overestimation/underestimation of consequence leading to skewed judgment. How often does one make the right decision? How does one make it, and not regret when it turns out wrong?

There're just too many what-ifs in life. Should we account for them? Are the what-ifs our shepherds? Its funny how I've rekindled my love for jim brickman's saxophone ballad aptly titled 'You Never Know'. hah. So there I go again, rattling off questions with no answers.

Professor Gary Potts and his wife are truly the sweetest couple alive. They lead the picture perfect life - a beautiful, cosy home, two adorable dogs, three grandchildren, two hobby rooms (breathtaking photography for prof potts, incredible quiltwork for his wife). To top things off, they have the most meaningful christmas tree in their lovely living room. Wow, can one really have it all? Almost. His wife has been battling a serious illness for the longest time; 5 months in the hospital costed them 2 million dollars. Yet, their love for one another is undying. Truly enviable.

Enough of this sappy talk. Doggy time!!

wun wun

Like a toy!

Whisky, my mum's biggest fan

sammsays @ 2008-12-01T15:09:00

2008-12-01T07:13:32Z

Mel fell really ill on thanksgiving and gave me a call. Rushed her to the nearest hospital and we spent 6 freaking hours there waiting for an atrociously ineffective medical team. They did blood tests on her twice (four precious tubes in total) because the blood machine had 'broken down'. wth?! also jabbed her a dozen times claiming that her veins are too small. i just think they're lousy. i cringed so hard and watched her wince in pain. poor mel.

For a bout of diarrhoea, nausea and stomach cramps - they sure did a whole bunch of weird irrelevant stuff like blood pressure tests, urine samples, an xray of her abdomen and a 1 litre IV drip. The poor girl, stripped down to a flimsy, stringy gown with her jeans half way down lay in bed for HOURS waiting for any kind of response. (and i, worse still, in a rock hard armless chair) We only saw the doctor once, for a total of three mins. Nurse after nurse came and left.

Finally, at 6pm, it was time to be discharged. There was no medication - the cause was inconclusive. !#%$$%#? For all that shit, guess the bill. A whopping US2200!!! Its no wonder costs of healthcare is a major concern in this country. To claim from school insurance, mel had to present documents she didnt bring and was told to come back the next day with them. when we did, the nurse told us we didnt have to - just call some 1800 number to settle. bloody hell!

For all that, the hospital was really crummy. Cafeteria sold sushi that gave me diarrhoea too. I could almost join mel in the adjacent bed.

as revenge, I stole a glove

and opened the cabinet

Jabs everywhere. :(

Later that evening after sending mel back to dorm, we had turkey for thanksgiving and did major premium outlet shopping (++macy's, fashion show mall n h&m) till 10am. Waited in the cold for macy's to open at 5am along with 100 other whacked out kiasus just to find the discounts disappointing. I drove till i almost died. thank God for insomnia.

sammsays @ 2008-11-25T12:50:00

2008-11-25T04:57:32Z

When I wrote about drama, i wasnt expecting the biggest one in my life to ever happen.

The end of all I knew, the start of all I dont know.Whats worse? Hanging on, or breaking free?

Dig Drama.

2008-11-24T23:16:25Z

I keep feeling sleepy despite napping so much. It's a vicious cycle. Blog browsing today got me thinking about why we like to dish out the scandalous scoop on others. What is it about bitching, lies, manipulation, obscene bragging and (quite possibly) "inappropriate" sex that we love to hate? Does knowing the dirtier, nastier secrets out there put us on a higher moral standing? Everything juicy is something bad, and everything bad is something to watch. Is bad, good?

No one wants to read the lovely blogs that speak no evil; the sweet movies; the scandaless shows. Ah, Gossip Girl is the epitome of an example. Just look at GG - its everything to envy, lust over and loathe, all at once. Gossip Girl is escapism from the harsh realities of life in the most glamorous form. Can life really be all about frocks, lip locks, boys, toys and using fools as tools? Sometimes the mundane lives we lead need a little spice, something naughty. Naughty is the new cool. But naughty has naughty's consequence. GG is the outlet for naughty; a vicarious thrill with no consequence.

Need a nap now.

Le weekend.

2008-11-24T00:40:41Z

I really enjoyed that show on a lazy sat afternoon in between naps and snacking. x.x 3 brothers caught in tight situations with a sick mother to care for battle financial and moral conflicts. Its just a really simple, sad show. Things always start off great, people get complacent, then tragedy strikes and everyone is caught off guard. How sucky is it to live without money? Does it take only experience to tell you? Maybe you can never have it all - bankruptcy can come in a different currency.

Suddenly life seems full of uncertainty. The economy has taken its toll, it isnt the most opportune of times to graduate and start a career. I can't even see myself one year from now. Yesterday was my dad's birthday and we spoke on skype as a family (my mum in the background dangling the maltese like MJ). We are a perverse, special family. I love them so much. Can't wait for the threesome dinners like before. :D

Jamie's bbq party was really nice. Ribs tasted great and there was gasp, bee hoon made by j!! zomg. and for the first time, i drank regular coke. O.o Still prefer the artificial, ever condemned diet version though. Brought the local dvds along and everyone enjoyed I not Stupid 1 and 2 so much. The tears proved it. There were 2 non Singaporeans but they seemed to appreciate our local humour too. Least the $70 shipping fee was worth while? x.x

Chinese 113 exam awaits me tomorrow. I really pray I remember all the pinyin. There's gaming on tues and french on wed. Blegh.

Warning. Viewer discretion advised.

2008-11-22T07:14:17Z

My nj classmate jing wei is here to visit from san diego! She brought three friends along and all of us met at Dick's Last Resort (Quite aptly named indeed - the tackiest, rowdiest, grossest place to ever set foot in. will explain why in a while) for dinner. Her swiss friend is, well, interesting. He's the classic example of one of the awkward, misunderstood convos you have with people that make you want to run 500 miles. Anw. The place is awful. Oversized bras hang over the bar top counter; servers wear ripped tees baring the words "We're not Hooters, We are Dick's"; service is intentionally excruciating; customers wear tall, chef-like paper hats with the crudest phrases on them (wrote out an example but decided to erase. too distasteful). The swiss friend tried to get in the game by wearing his paper hat sideways (aka boat-shape) and was so smug about it - completely oblivious to that fact that he was being a real dork.

Its one thing to be provocative and playful, another to be outright cheap. Oh, the highlight. This fat dude took off his shirt to expose a flimsy red g-string that ate up his ass and began humping female guests from every angle, flashing his middle finger whenever someone whipped out a camera. Maybe my appetite was ruined, but the food failed to impress either. The signature bbq chicken sauce tasted funky. All that for $17.50. Blah. Least dessert at yogurtland saved the day.

The G2E (Gaming Expo) was umm, ok. The best part was F&B - free samplers everywhere. Hee. Ate many many freebies, including two haagen daz ice creams and 3 starbucks ice lattes. The gaming hall was a complete slot machine plantation. Slots are boring to me. Press press press, spin spin spin. Virtual BJ was kinda fun though. Won $2100 in virtual money within an hour. Not too difficult with unlimited funds and $600 bets. Came home in the evening and had diarrhoea. Haha.

Ahhh! 3 weeks more to reunion and graduation! I tried on the 5ft 6 gown and it fits! haha. cheat two inches.

See no click.

2008-11-20T07:33:00Z

I've visited the topshop website a zillion times. Each time this lustworthy blazer is on sale (USD 30 such a steal!!) - but out of stock. Why can't they just take down the damn picture?!

sammsays @ 2008-11-20T07:36:00

2008-11-19T23:36:57Z

A whole lot of searching, tweaking, refreshing, hair-pulling and $20 later, sammsays.lj.com is finally up. Boo did it all. Ok, I have to admit the blog didn't look like this at first... I changed the header and background colour, but everything else is as it is!

I'm really pleased that I've a brand new blog, and thankful for the effort put into it. Feeling kind of nostalgic over my old one though - it cradled so many raw feelings and saw me through phase after phase. Blogs are just like people. You rant and rave with them, vent your anger at them, shut them down (in my case)... Too emotionally charged.

I feel like a broken voice recorder each time i lament on how fast time flies. Graduation is barely a month away. I know its time i picked myself up and start looking for ways to stop being a money wasting, free loading bum (ie, find a job), but given the economy, my lost resume and the dread of wearing suits all week long, i cant seem to find the drive to get into first gear. hah. My checking account is wearing thin (note: $2336.78) with every 16oz jamba + granola, mindless shopping and well, many other things. Got all paranoid when i found a deduction of $265 from skybird, this travel agency. Called them to find out what it was about, and realized it was the remaining portion of the JAL flights (to be more precise, airport tax). Just when i thought i was $265 richer. Blah.

Can't wait to see the new dogs at home! Also can't believe that my mum, the one who seldom lifts a finger to do anything except check her manicured nails is taking complete care of the dogs. Bathing them in her tub, blow drying their fur, feeding and talking them for walks on her new bike (which she specially bought for the dogs- another surprise altogether). Those two live a better life than I!! haha. Least a -1 in the house is now a +2.

Have got to get started on giving away stuff i cant/wont bring home. Maybe i should post pictures of them..

sammsays @ 2008-11-18T16:42:00

2008-11-18T08:43:57Z

sammsays @ 2008-11-18T12:58:00

2008-11-18T04:59:06Z

My first post.