rantings of the insane

I admit...

I go weak in the knees whenever I am near stationary. I have no idea why I am so drawn to notebooks, pens, papers, etc.. in all sorts of colours and types. I just have something for stationary.

So yesterday, while walking around aimlessly in Concourse, which is well known for selling party stuffs, I went into a shop and got robbed.

Er, well, I kinda robbed myself. I bought a few stuffs, and after that, wondered what the F*** i bought them for. I shall just show you one of the many things I bought, so that none of you will have a chance to call me a impulsive shopper.


Yeap, I only bought this.


Actually, this is the whole picture.

Why on earth would I need so many clips!!?? I bought them, cos I thought it would be a good way for me to keep my notes in their proper sets, but, I know I didn't need so many clips. *sigh* and this is only one out of the many other useless things I bought yesterday.

Evil i tell you. Evil.

On a sidenote, the nerd is going off to Spain. Lucky lad. Hope he gets laid. meets interesting people there.


Charcoal refused to look at me cos I had my blue facial mask on.

Hidden identities...

Ok, I'm really really really bored. And this post is done out of pure boredom. If you can't stand it, I recommend you leave. Honest.

Most bloggers I know are alright with being pretty open about the things they write about. They post pictures freely, talk about topics freely, and can still handle the amount of publicity they get with their posts or blogs. There are some bloggers who tend to be more private, guarding their privacy tightly, and yet at the same time, want to share with their readers all about their lives, but not at the expense of their privacy.

So, when they post pictures, or write entries, names are commonly changed to protect the innocent, faces are masked or edited. One such person, most would know, is Scarlett Ting. But I guess, most would recognise her on the streets somehow or other, cos she's quite a looker, and that sexy lady's got nice eyes and curls.

Being bored, I edited some of my photos to see if I would still look the same. *sniggers*

disclaimer: I'm not doing this to mock anyone. This is just pure entertainment.

Ok, here goes:

The Originals

This picture was taken at Eski Bar, and despite knowing it would be freezing cold, I still forgot to bring my sweater. Irene (2nd from left) was even more daring with that low cut sexy top. Vanity does a lot to women nowadays.


The Twirl (ala Scarlett Ting)

Ok, so this is the twirl made famous by Ting. Not bad not bad, can hide quite a bit. Masked rating: 4/5


The Ripple (my personal favourite)

Think it looks kinda pretty, but does nothing to hide my face. Masked rating: 1/5


The ZigZag

Er, doesn't complement the face. It looks... weird. But not bad in masking part of the face. Masked rating: 3/5


The Dunch-no-what

Ahh... this is what I call good. The colours have blended into one another somehow, creating a palette of mixed colours (please don't tell me you fell for this "artistic talk") Masked rating: 3.5/5


The Mosaic (sounds very Leonardo da Vinci)

The traditional way of masking your identity, never fails. Somemore has this air of mystery also. haha, I LIKE! Masked rating: 4.5/5

I thereby conclude that, while the Twirl can beautify and at the same time mask your identity, the Mosaic wins hands down!

*if you notice, i'm too lazy to write out a long long story on why mosaic is still the best cos it's already 12.40am and I have proposals to churn out. Thus the abrupt conclusion.*

Good night folks!


The Mysterious Four

Urgently procrastinating

Really shouldn't be posting up anything right now, cos I'm rushing 3 PR proposals, on top of my uni projects. But I need a break too, don't I? And I think I deserve one after working on the proposals since 5 minutes quite some time ago.

Some of you might have known that it's been only 3 weeks since I left SPH to join a small PR firm. When I say small, think really small. Small to only my boss and I. I love the job though, I've always enjoyed doing PR, working with the press, trying to pitch stories to the press, and in a small firm, there's always more to learn. Chances are aplenty, I should say. The pay is so much better than what I got previously, boss is alright, and I really should have nothing to grouch about shouldn't I? Yet I'm not happy in my current position, and I know I'm not performing as well as I should have.

I am a talkative sociable person. I need interaction. I need people. I can work independently, I can work alone, but not work lonely. You may say that there's still my boss, but, it's just different. Maybe I'm spoilt. Maybe I'm just lazy. But I feel... lonely. I might have thought too highly of myself, thinking that so long as I love the job, it doesn't matter even if I am lonely. I thought wrong.

For a while, I thought I was pretty useless to give up after such a short while there. But I did persevere, did try to see if I could hang in there a while more. Yet everyday when I go to work, I look forward to lunch, and after lunch, I look forward to knocking off. People could tell I wasn't really enjoying much there.

And so, after much consideration, I've decided to tender my resignation at the end of one month, probably sometime after National Day. And perhaps, after three years in the working world, it's finally time to take a break. A few job offers have come my way, but I'm still looking for that opportunity for me to do what I really want.

Yeah, a break sounds good. Will be going Hong Kong in August, for a short holiday. Looking forward to it though. Shoppers' Paradise... oooohh yeeeah...

Finally back?

I started out blogging on Blogger, then got tired of blogging, went on hiatus for a while, then was back on Multiply, and suddenly feel like being back on Blogger.

Such fickle-mindedness.

Woe is me.