do you need medical?

for the kepochis out there whos wondering how goondu-like-jc-days me is looking these days…here’s a treat for you…



“do you need medical?” asked my gp yesterday.
like duh! what kind of english is that?? it’s medical certificate my stupid doctor. or mc for short.
no wonder they say our english has gone down the drains. if our learned doctors can say things like that, is there hope for ah sengs and minahs like me?

halftime analysis | hairlocks crisis

spain continues to disappoint. shd have known better than to place my hopes on them. you’d think they’d thrash france judging by the way they’d performed in the opening rounds. but no….they preferred to be consistent instead. consistent in underperforming at the world cup. urrgghh

ghana was my one romantic hope of a david-trouncing-the-goliath match. but it was never to be. yes they played fast balls, their passes were great, but they simply couldn’t convert their chances. it was frustrating seeing the final scoreline. 3-0? was brazil playing brilliantly to deserve that scoreline? i thought not. but i hv this sinking feeling that they’re gonna be lifting the cup come july 9th, even wif all their mediocrity. luck’s always been on their side..no?

it’s half-time now at the world cup. 2 days break away from matches (and kayu referees) galore. which is so sorely needed now that i have a sore throat, itchy cough and running nose wif frequent bouts of sneezing to attend to.

here are the contenders for the coveted right to add a star on their national jerseys…
germany, argentina
italy, ukraine
england, portugal
brazil, france

the usual suspects, apart from ukraine.

i think the winner of the germany-argentina match will go to the finals, cos i don’t see them losing to either italy or ukraine. so that half is pretty easy to figure out.

the other half’s trickier. granted all those ppl on the bandwagon will be rooting for brazil to not only be in the final, but to win the cup no less. remember that stupid ad on starhub where they interviewed sporeans on the streets and EVERY ONE of them said its gonna be brazil??? plsss man where do they get these people???

but i digress. even if brazil were to beat france, they’re gonna face a hard time facing portugal. which brings me to the portugal-england match. as much as i ‘love’ england, i just cant imagine them beating portugal. unless of cos they suddenly decide to rise up to the occasion and play their best, in which case they WILL beat portugal. and if they could beat portugal then they could beat brazil man.

like i said, the other half is iffy. i’m willing to bet (on my fallen locks) though that france will DEFINITELY not be in the finals.

speaking of my fallen locks, been receiving comments from people that i look 10 years younger. me..19? heeee. spider remarked that it’s as if he’s dating his own student. hahh.

but i’m facing a big wurly of a problem. thing is, when my locks were shorn, they blowdried my hair see. so it was all nice and in shape. i shampooed my hair this morning, and now my hair’s in a frightful mess! and when i say frightful i mean frightful medusa goondu-like-jc-days frightful. it’s horrifying!

i’m still glad i did it tho. it’s liberating. and i feel like a new me. and like a few minahs have told me…cutting yr hair is akin to ‘buang suay’. hahhha. i’ll have to start playing around wif my hair dryer at home tho. the very hair dryer whose only function so far was to dry my bro’s art works back when he was in school. you’re gonna be my new best fren dryer!

such is the game | new me

italy was one man down,
for a foul that was to me never strong enough to deserve a straight red card.
australia was one goal down
for a penalty that should never have been one in the first place.
such is the game

i can feel myself getting sicker by the hour
my throat’s sore
but my head’s lighter..literally..less heavy..

when was the last time i see me with short hair? jc1 i think. n i looked damm goondu. which made me swear off short hair…then

but i’ve been wanting to chop it all off for some time now…n what better time to do it than 6 mths before yr wedding..no?

n so i have. chopped off my hair that is. nothing drastic.
new hair...new me!

broken hearts and broken sleep

i’m nursing my first heartbreak at the world cup. yes korea’s out of the finals now, and i’m sad. i can only imagine what the thousands of korean fans must be feeling back in south korea, having to trudge their way back to sleep knowing that all their hopes have been dashed.

it’s ok if the team has been playing badly. defeat would have been more palatable then. but they’ve performed well dammit. winning against togo, drawing with france (with france!)…expectations were high that they could move on to the next round. they’re the only real chance asia’s got to having the continent represented in the second round. but more than that, it’d have been nice seeing the korean fans with all their fevererish antics, heating up the scene in germany. they must be the most loyal, die-hard, organized, colourful group of supporters around in germany right now. it’s a shame that they have to leave so soon.

ah well

the world cup’s wreaking havoc on my sleep. the 9pm matches are ok (a bit too early for my liking, but still manageable), the 12am ones are fine too. but the 3am matches are a challenge. so i’ve done the wise thing by choosing my matches carefully. those that i think are not worth losing sleep over, i skip. now that we’re moving to the second round, chances of me skipping matches is close to zero. i’m salivating at the very prospects of the games, so how can i even afford to miss one of them??

looks like it’ll be more coffee for me. already the amount of coffee i’ve taken in june has more than surpassed the total amount i’ve taken for the whole of last year. i’m no coffee drinker mind you. but my café nova’s 3-in-1 coffee with cinnamon (bought early this year for the office on a whim and kept in storage because it tasted kinda weird) is suddenly my favourite companion in the office these days. and i’ve resorted to ordering kopi, or kopi ais, with my meals of late.

but hey..i got to wake up late today. and tomorrow. so thank god for the weekends!!

enough already!

I have enough of the papers and emails going on and on about soccer widows. You mean to say that we ladies don’t watch soccer? That we don’t know a thing or two about soccer? Oh please. we ladies watch soccer too ok. We ladies know how to appreciate a good thing when we see it.

And then there’s the slew of articles on how ladies just don’t get it when it comes to soccer..n that they shd just stay away from the topic..period? urrggghh. What makes these people think that the game belongs to the males of the world only? Why should only those who appreciate all the technical jargon that comes with the game be allowed to ENJOY the game? Must we really be required to know that player A plays for Club B and that he’s scored X number of goals for the country in order to be allowed to enjoy the game? And should we really have opinions on whether this 4-5-1 formation works better than the 4-4-2 that was employed for the previous match in order to be taken seriously? (not that i dont have opinions on these...but even if i dont..i shd still be allowed to watch the game!)

And what’s with the contention that “women who think they know football watch it to be one of the cool girls who can hang out with the fellows at the bar” that I read in ST the other day??? Contrary to what the writer (and I don’t think he’s in the minority) might be thinking, us ladies do not spend our time seeking validation from guys for our existence. We don’t need to know soccer just so we could appear cool in the eyes of the male world. Please. We’re already cool as it is.

I’m not gonna waste my time defending our (us ladies) rights to watch, enjoy or even play the game. Suffice for me to say that, like everything else in this world, some people get it, and some (men and women included) just…don’t.

sucker!

hopeless england finally scored 2 goals
and hopeless me is predictably happy!

i’m an england fan what can i say.
yes they’re frustrating most of the time
and they’re not exactly the most interesting/superior team around,
but a fan would stay by her team no matter what.

it’s a bit like love.
they say love is blind. blind to his flaws, his shortcomings, his weaknesses.
but that’s what they say.
i say love is not blind.
it’s something that you fall into with eyes wide open.
it’s acceptance of his flaws, his shortcomings, his weaknesses.
and loving him still despite of these.

i’m still rooting for the underdogs
but when it comes to england i’ll be rooting for them thank you very much

i'm a sucker for love ;-)

and now...to the next match...

of balls, politics, and me

the world cup’s coming! the very idea of it is giving me orgasms. wait a minute, what do i know abt orgasms?? hehhe. but seriously, i’m relishing the idea of watching match after match in the wee hours of the day…and going to the office all groggy and stoned, or hyper and revved up, depending on how the matches went. the only bummer is that there’s not a single soccer fan to be found among the female colleagues around me (damm!). how is one supposed to gush abt the incredible save made by the goalie or that pinpoint cross which resulted in the goal? at least it was better four years ago. true the male colleagues around me then were soccer idiots. but at least they were interested enough to place bets on matches and had to consult the one-with-all-the-answers (that would be me..ahem) for tips. but nevermind..the world cup is coming! right now, i have no favourites, though i have to admit that england’s pretty close to my heart (duck!). but hey….forgive me for being lame but it’s kinda difficult not to have a soft spot for that country, seeing as to how i’ve been fed a weekly diet of epl matches for years on end. i wouldn’t mind seeing the underdogs go far though, so i’ll definitely be rooting for them. woohoo!

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heard through the grapevine that more people will be leaving the company. which is sad, for me of cos, not for them. i’m always happy for my colleagues who are leaving, cos they’re usually leaving for greener pastures. but i’m sad for me, cos i’m still here. you’d think 2-3 years would be enough for me to gain the experience and move on. but no, here i am still, 5 years down the road.

i remembered being all fired up to do my job. where else can one get the opportunity to sit across the table from the gm or ceo and negotiate on an even field? the satisfaction i got from getting what i set out to have at the start of negotiations, was immense. i knew then that i was making a difference, that whatever i do had a direct impact on people.

and then i got posted out. because of the damm rotation policy. and now i’m doing something that is so big-picture, so macro, that the end results are lost to me. it’s demotivating. and it doesn’t help when you see the company going all out to recruit dozens of people to do the job that you wanted to do. why are they spending so much money recruiting and training these newbies when here, their trained personnel (me, and my other colleagues who are also rotated out) are put to waste languishing in jobs that ‘interest’ them to bits?

and then there’s the politicking. i know that the powers that be are good at what they’re doing, but i cant stand the holier-than-thou attitude. the ‘form vs substance’ argument, though valid, smacks of arrogance. you have no time to deal with the masses because you have bigger things to worry about? hello? yes jobs are important, and without jobs we singaporeans are doomed. but we do want our politicians to have time to listen to our troubles. because they are OUR troubles, and we’re facing them. thank you for making singapore competitive and bringing jobs so that i can survive, but at the moment i’m facing this particular problem and it’s bothering the hell out of me and isn’t that precisely why i am turning to you? cos you’re supposed to represent me, and i’d love to solve my problems myself but it’s precisely because i’m desperate that i’ve turned to you for help. so forgive me if i’m caught up with all the ‘form’ – being able to see my mp when i want to, instead of focusing on the ‘substance’.

ok i’m venting. i need to find a solution to my current disillusionment. fast.

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i’m one year closer to 30 today. i suppose if i make myself real detached from things, that i’ll realize that i have lots of things to be thankful for. i’m a year older aren’t i? the last few years especially, have seen me blossom into someone i like. someone with a more positive outlook on life, someone who’s more easygoing, someone who’s less inclined to sweat the small stuffs.

so…here’s to ME. happy befday gal!