I have decided. This blog is moving. I will close it down, together with all previous entries. It is never a better time to Move On.
There are many of you out there who closely follow this blog (HAH), and although I will miss this blog name, blogging for me has a whole new meaning. The information to be conveyed is vast and time is short.
I will post my new blog address very soon.
Till then, au revoir~!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Here they are... cute as a button (*gag*). Names? Scampi & Joe. Scampi (red collar) is the one on the floor, and Joe (grey collar ) on the chair looking at the photog.
Anyway, why are buttons cute? Their purpose is more practical, isn't it? Not for aesthetics, but to hold together garments because we need to protect our modesty. So whoever invented that phrase, had too much to drink huh?
Anyway, I want to blog. Yes, blog blog blog. Blog frenzy. Wanted to change a platform instead of continuing with the current one, but unlike my illustrious blog-mates who Always seem to be changing blog addresses (E & C) I don't know where to start. Ah, dang it.
Right, blog. Okay... Work? It's okay, more than okay really. Officially out of the funk and will be expecting funk-free days to come. Focus really is the key, you know? Sometimes, you don't see it but there it is. I shall remain cryptic on this. Go figure.
Oh yes, Henry Cavill. Go Google him, you ignoramus. Very. Very. Sexy. I could go on and gush, but I don't do gush so there. He's so hot, it hurts. Will I go on the record and say he's hotter than JRM? I refuse to comment. They are different. It's like asking me which do I prefer, eating or sleeping? They are different.
Twilight. I have started on it and just wondering if I should continue. Firstly, the first-person writing kind of put me off and secondly, it is age. I'm way waay past the adolescent BGR phase (I better be, geez) and having been lovingly chided by E about my reading choices of late, I shall not go down that road again. Sweet Valley High, SVU, Christopher Pike, R L Stein. They shall stay in my youth, full of folly and bad choices. Gossip Girl. The show is better (I can't help it, E!!) It really is. The books are just *ugh*
YET, it is my job. I need to know how bad or good, it is. Plus, the premise of a teenage human in love with a teenage vampire... well, it's my fault for reading Anne Rice too early and she cemented my view of how vampires live and be. Besides, Anne Rice never wrote about teen vampires so the comparison does not exist. Unless Steph Meyer is really that great (which I doubt), I'm going to be taking a loooong time finish it. Maybe when the movie comes out, I'm still not done with the book but gotta get it out of the way.
Anyway, why are buttons cute? Their purpose is more practical, isn't it? Not for aesthetics, but to hold together garments because we need to protect our modesty. So whoever invented that phrase, had too much to drink huh?
Anyway, I want to blog. Yes, blog blog blog. Blog frenzy. Wanted to change a platform instead of continuing with the current one, but unlike my illustrious blog-mates who Always seem to be changing blog addresses (E & C) I don't know where to start. Ah, dang it.
Right, blog. Okay... Work? It's okay, more than okay really. Officially out of the funk and will be expecting funk-free days to come. Focus really is the key, you know? Sometimes, you don't see it but there it is. I shall remain cryptic on this. Go figure.
Oh yes, Henry Cavill. Go Google him, you ignoramus. Very. Very. Sexy. I could go on and gush, but I don't do gush so there. He's so hot, it hurts. Will I go on the record and say he's hotter than JRM? I refuse to comment. They are different. It's like asking me which do I prefer, eating or sleeping? They are different.
Twilight. I have started on it and just wondering if I should continue. Firstly, the first-person writing kind of put me off and secondly, it is age. I'm way waay past the adolescent BGR phase (I better be, geez) and having been lovingly chided by E about my reading choices of late, I shall not go down that road again. Sweet Valley High, SVU, Christopher Pike, R L Stein. They shall stay in my youth, full of folly and bad choices. Gossip Girl. The show is better (I can't help it, E!!) It really is. The books are just *ugh*
YET, it is my job. I need to know how bad or good, it is. Plus, the premise of a teenage human in love with a teenage vampire... well, it's my fault for reading Anne Rice too early and she cemented my view of how vampires live and be. Besides, Anne Rice never wrote about teen vampires so the comparison does not exist. Unless Steph Meyer is really that great (which I doubt), I'm going to be taking a loooong time finish it. Maybe when the movie comes out, I'm still not done with the book but gotta get it out of the way.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Yes, when the mood hits... blog away.
Very glad to announce that yours truly have passed the gruelling phase where other people's opinion matter so much to me that I lose myself and measure my worth by their 'standard'. Now, sure I'll listen and thank you for taking time to let me know your view. I'll file it for future reference. It's not being rude, just that I'm over it. Period. If I'm certain of the effort & extra care put in yet mistakes still happen, tough sh*t. Yet it always seem to come to this juncture, where redeeming myself seems futile... then again, I have to move on.
A new environment does things to you. Makes you treasure true relationships more, rather than waste time cultivating hollow ones. That's how I see it for now. Perhaps it's age catching up or the Aquarius in me that is still resisting change.
Am I happy? Unfortunately, no. Life has finally struck me a significant blow, and more is to be expected. This period for me is the pits. It's true, for the first time in the longest time. I thought the worst had already happened, but maybe that wasn't the bottom. The unhappiness is not caused by work or any person... yet it could be both and it's been suppressed too long.
I used to be cynical and harsh on other people, yet lenient and frivolous towards myself. Time to pay the price.
Very glad to announce that yours truly have passed the gruelling phase where other people's opinion matter so much to me that I lose myself and measure my worth by their 'standard'. Now, sure I'll listen and thank you for taking time to let me know your view. I'll file it for future reference. It's not being rude, just that I'm over it. Period. If I'm certain of the effort & extra care put in yet mistakes still happen, tough sh*t. Yet it always seem to come to this juncture, where redeeming myself seems futile... then again, I have to move on.
A new environment does things to you. Makes you treasure true relationships more, rather than waste time cultivating hollow ones. That's how I see it for now. Perhaps it's age catching up or the Aquarius in me that is still resisting change.
Am I happy? Unfortunately, no. Life has finally struck me a significant blow, and more is to be expected. This period for me is the pits. It's true, for the first time in the longest time. I thought the worst had already happened, but maybe that wasn't the bottom. The unhappiness is not caused by work or any person... yet it could be both and it's been suppressed too long.
I used to be cynical and harsh on other people, yet lenient and frivolous towards myself. Time to pay the price.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Wow...the last time I blogged was in Jan and it was on Heath Ledger.
So, new job. New environment. New people. New attitude? No way.
Now I know fully the reluctance of most people on switching jobs. The transition take a while, and depending on your personality, it can be within a month or months. Personally, the dust has not settled yet except for one thing: I will not stay to leave and until I have a breakthrough.
What do you mean, you ask? In this time and age, leaving a job is no big deal. I mean, it's so common employers mentally stick a expiry date on potential employees (and as milk cartons go, it's 3 months or 6, max...who likes sour milk?). Has the time of creating impact, proving one's worth, recognition for achievements pass? Do employees feel those need strongly? Or are they so burdened by the daily grind that every day is just another day at work? What about self-fulfilment?
At some point, we all battle with that question inside: 'What do I want from this job? I left the other to see what I can be capable of, but... what?' It's very clear: Attitude change. I need to challenge myself. I have to go beyond the usual, or every day is just another day and I'll wonder what have I done today that I can be proud of. Currently, nothing.
My manager spoke to me and what she asked really hit home: "Does this excite you anymore?"
I chose this industry, meaning I like it and wish to go further in it... but I have to work at it. It's not just about going to work, getting the pay check. It has to be more, and people can other their help but ultimately I have to get out of the comfort zone. Have to o else the breakthrough is not going to happen.
So, new job. New environment. New people. New attitude? No way.
Now I know fully the reluctance of most people on switching jobs. The transition take a while, and depending on your personality, it can be within a month or months. Personally, the dust has not settled yet except for one thing: I will not stay to leave and until I have a breakthrough.
What do you mean, you ask? In this time and age, leaving a job is no big deal. I mean, it's so common employers mentally stick a expiry date on potential employees (and as milk cartons go, it's 3 months or 6, max...who likes sour milk?). Has the time of creating impact, proving one's worth, recognition for achievements pass? Do employees feel those need strongly? Or are they so burdened by the daily grind that every day is just another day at work? What about self-fulfilment?
At some point, we all battle with that question inside: 'What do I want from this job? I left the other to see what I can be capable of, but... what?' It's very clear: Attitude change. I need to challenge myself. I have to go beyond the usual, or every day is just another day and I'll wonder what have I done today that I can be proud of. Currently, nothing.
My manager spoke to me and what she asked really hit home: "Does this excite you anymore?"
I chose this industry, meaning I like it and wish to go further in it... but I have to work at it. It's not just about going to work, getting the pay check. It has to be more, and people can other their help but ultimately I have to get out of the comfort zone. Have to o else the breakthrough is not going to happen.
Monday, January 28, 2008
in loving memory
Heathcliff Andrew Ledger
April 4 1979 - Jan 22 2008
Age 28
It was such a shock, to say the least, upon hearing the death of Heath Ledger. The last that I knew of him was his spilt with Michelle Williams and their co-parenting of their little daughter Mathilda, just like the rest of the tabloid addicts (ashamedly, I am one of them).
It still feels kind of surreal. I don’t know the guy, but being a person who is in the spotlight often, it just seems like everybody knows him… or think they know him.
The speculation was that he OD-ed on his prescription drugs. Was it intentional? Did he want to kill himself? All the circumstances that lead to his death did not suggest so; his massage therapist was arriving for their session, so that suggests he was going about in his daily routine. I’m no psychologist, but I have read somewhere that suicidal people often go about their routine like normal and are chillingly calm. That thought is a possibility.
Then again, he is part of young Hollywood and drugs are the norm. Somehow, I don’t think he did drugs. Recreationally, yes but not hard-core in the Pete Doherty fashion, because PD does not have a daughter and he’s simply f**ked up (ditto KM). HL is not that at all.
I first noticed him in Ten Things I Hate about You, with Julia Stiles. He was the typical rebel, the really cool and nonchalant sort that all the girls loved and admired from afar. He sang Can’t Take My Eyes off Of You atop the bleaches to Julia’s character, and I’m pretty sure at that scene, all the girls wanted their boyfriends to do the same. He was uninhibited and carefree, and he was having fun with that character. That makes it so memorable. In the perfect world, he’s the kind of guy I’d love.
He has many things people want, but the flutter of the eyelids, the faint gasp of the final breath and when the eventual darkness descends, all the things that we envied him for... means nothing.
It’s such a pity, and though his world is nothing like mine, he's still a person, a father, a lover, a friend, a son, and a brother to someone else out there and the loss is greatly felt. It is heartbreaking to read his sister’s letter to him. I send my sincere and deepest condolences to Heath’s family and he will be remembered from the many fans from this side of the Atlantic.
J.
Heathcliff Andrew Ledger
April 4 1979 - Jan 22 2008
Age 28
It was such a shock, to say the least, upon hearing the death of Heath Ledger. The last that I knew of him was his spilt with Michelle Williams and their co-parenting of their little daughter Mathilda, just like the rest of the tabloid addicts (ashamedly, I am one of them).
It still feels kind of surreal. I don’t know the guy, but being a person who is in the spotlight often, it just seems like everybody knows him… or think they know him.
The speculation was that he OD-ed on his prescription drugs. Was it intentional? Did he want to kill himself? All the circumstances that lead to his death did not suggest so; his massage therapist was arriving for their session, so that suggests he was going about in his daily routine. I’m no psychologist, but I have read somewhere that suicidal people often go about their routine like normal and are chillingly calm. That thought is a possibility.
Then again, he is part of young Hollywood and drugs are the norm. Somehow, I don’t think he did drugs. Recreationally, yes but not hard-core in the Pete Doherty fashion, because PD does not have a daughter and he’s simply f**ked up (ditto KM). HL is not that at all.
I first noticed him in Ten Things I Hate about You, with Julia Stiles. He was the typical rebel, the really cool and nonchalant sort that all the girls loved and admired from afar. He sang Can’t Take My Eyes off Of You atop the bleaches to Julia’s character, and I’m pretty sure at that scene, all the girls wanted their boyfriends to do the same. He was uninhibited and carefree, and he was having fun with that character. That makes it so memorable. In the perfect world, he’s the kind of guy I’d love.
He has many things people want, but the flutter of the eyelids, the faint gasp of the final breath and when the eventual darkness descends, all the things that we envied him for... means nothing.
It’s such a pity, and though his world is nothing like mine, he's still a person, a father, a lover, a friend, a son, and a brother to someone else out there and the loss is greatly felt. It is heartbreaking to read his sister’s letter to him. I send my sincere and deepest condolences to Heath’s family and he will be remembered from the many fans from this side of the Atlantic.
J.
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