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Home » August 2005
Wednesday, 31 August 2005
: : thin line : :

i'm walking on a tightrope. please catch me if i fall.

posted by: darkscarlette at August 31, 2005 21:30 | link | comments (2) |

Thursday, 25 August 2005
: : Peevie Wonder : :

i am incredibly peeved this morning. as usual, the train was crowded and i was sandwiched like a peanut in a peanut butter sandwich. i managed to squeeze my way to the front of an occupied seat. 3 stations after i'd boarded the train, the seater vacated the seat.
 
now - it is common knowledge that the person standing in front of an occupied seat gets to take over the seat once it is vacated. it is very bad manners to snatch a seat that is clearly meant for the person standing right in front of it. very very bad manners indeed.
 
i am a girl. an attractive female. in high heels. and i was standing right in front of this just vacated seat. i was gonna sit down in that seat. that seat was mine.
 
but before i could even take a small shuffle towards it, this guy, this man, this shorter-than-me male thing standing beside me - in my peripheral vision i saw him give me a quick onceover and den quick as lighting and sneaky as a rat to boot, he SLID INTO MY SEAT right before my very eyes. goddammit!
 
he has no manners!! no manners i tell u! this man thing is not a man! he is a... a.... well no offence to anyone but the first thing that came to my mind after the initial shock at the man thing's unbecoming behavior was that he must be a PRC. (if u dunno what a PRC is, go ask around... this is as blatant as i'm gonna say it in public)
 
i was SO peeved. so peeved i tell ya. that man thing was not old, hell he wasn't even in the uncle category, he looked to be bout mid-twenties at most - that means he's still young and strong and he can fairly well stand in a crowded train and he wasn't carrying no heavy bags either so what frigging right does he have to be so damn rude! sheesh!
 
dat's why i say he must be a PRC. no frigging manners. no etiquette whatsoever.
 
den to add salt to wound, as i was still seething with indignation after i alighted from the train and was walking to my office, my weak left ankle decided to give way and i fell and the gravel shaved a bleedin nice big piece of skin off my left knee cap.
 
what's worse - no tall, dark and handsome stranger came to give me a helping hand. wassup with the men of this day and age? does chivalry no longer exist??? i was not happy at all.
 
ok granted, there was actually no one around me at that time... which also means no one (except for the cars passing by) saw my embarrassing fall.
 
issit any wonder i'm peeved as hell???

posted by: livingde8ddoll at August 25, 2005 05:45 | link | comments (4) |

Sunday, 21 August 2005
: : lost identities : :

People often get so engrossed in their BGR that they forget their frens and everyone else around them.

it's sad ain't it.

i learnt a long time ago not to take my frens for granted... not to treat them like spare tyres and remember they exist only when i'm troubled... not to build my life around one person and lose myself as a person.

that is suicide.

yet, it doesn't mean that just cuz i've seen the light, others have. i dun like feeling like a spare tyre.

some pple remember u only when something goes wrong with their BGR, when they have an arguement with their partners... when they go thru a break up. sometimes, these pple really deserve no sympathy.

it has been my prerogative to make it a point to spend alone time with my frens, it's important to be my own person, have my own life.

sadly, not many pple realise that or are able to practise it. they become tied around their partners' pinkies. bleargh.

one day, when get into trouble with their partners and need frens, they'll find there's no one else left to catch them when they fall.

posted by: livingde8ddoll at August 21, 2005 16:57 | link | comments (2) |

: : The Sound Of White : :

Like a freeze-dried rose, you will never be
What you were, what you were to me in memory.

But if I listen to the dark
You'll embrace me like a star
Envelope me, envelope me...

If things get real for me down here
Promise to take me to before you went away -
If only for a day.
If things get real for me down here,
Promise to take me back to the tune we played
Before you went away.

And if I listen to, the sound of white,
Sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white..
You're my mystery. One mystery.
My mystery. One mystery.

My silence solidifies,
Until that hollow void erases you,
Erases you so I can't feel at all.
But if I never feel again, at least that nothingness
Will end the painful dream, of you and me...

If things get real for me down here, promise to take me to
Before you went away, if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here, promise to take me back to the tune we played
Before you went away.

And if I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
And if I listen to, the sound of white.

I knelt before some strangers face,
I'd never have the courage or belief to trust this place,
But I dropped my head, 'cos it felt like lead,
And I'm sure I felt your fingers through my hair...

And if I listen to, the sound of white sometimes
I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white.
The sound of white,
The sound of white,
The sound of white.

~ M.H.

posted by: livingde8ddoll at August 21, 2005 16:20 | link | comments |

Wednesday, 17 August 2005
: : beta late than neva : :

i can't post at work, not cuz i dun want to but bcuz i can't. it's not my fault, it's got to do with Motime's template. once again, the post editor just ain't loading. sheesh. so what u're getting are delayed telecasts - i post into my email and when i get home at nite, i use my lappy to transfer these posts from my email to motime.
 
life has been abit of a rollercoaster over the past week. i hate it when i feel like the rug has been pulled out from under my feet. i'm learning to deal with such things - but that doesn't mean it gets any easier really.
 
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i dun wanna waste my time posting bout pple at work, suffice to say that every dog gets its day. HAHA.
 
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i miss jamming. really really do. each member of the band has a part to play... these different parts come together to make a song whole and i must say, it's a really awesome feeling when u manage to pull off a song (esp a new one) without mistakes, just awesome. i hope we can convert the spare room at home into a jamming room - dat'd be wicked!
 
in case u forgot - i still wanna pierce my left eyebrow. i'm getting it done by hook or by crook. soon. and in case u think pierced eyebrows are not cool on girls - go take a look at Fergie from Black Eyed Peas, she has her right brow pierced too and i think it's HOT.
 
nways, i dun really care what u think. i'll do it if i damn well like it.
 
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the hours between 2pm - 4pm are the hardest to pass at work. i usually get real sleepy and then i start to snack to try to keep awake - either that or i get real restless and, yes u guessed it - i start to snack too. eitherways i'm sure i'll get fat from these 2 hours dammit!
 
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Johnny Depp has got to be the sexiest man alive. even with a bad pageboy haircut, squeaky voice, weird clothes, a ghastly fair complaxion, and the shape of his jaw changed due to the fake perfect teeth he had to wear to BE Willy Wonker.
 
he's not raunchy sexy like Stephen Dorff or Dave Nevada (who btw, looks like Satan with that wicked goatee but who cares rite). he's not even drop dead gorgeously beautiful like Brad Pitt. hell, he's so skinny that godforbid i shd ever see him with even his top off. i shudder to even think in that direction yikes.
 
but he's got a quiet sort of dark edge to him. and it's incredibly drawing. he doesn't attract me in the way that it gets me damp as a cellar - but i feel like i can't tear my eyes away from him. it's the same magnetism that drew me to David Bowie in the Labyrinth.
 
it's that dark edge to him that's so alluring. that fleeting dance with darkness.
 
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i just dug out a few packets of M&M Peanuts fun size packs from the depths of my drawer. i happen to be craving for chocos so i figured what the hell so what if they're more than a yr old, cldn't kill me to try rite? worse come to worst, if the peanuts have gone soggy den i won't eat em.
 
but hey what do u noe... the peanuts are still nice and crunchy hehe. i'm into my 3rd packet oredi. god help me.
 
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in the past week, i've made some revelations. i just think humans are so scary. there're so many blardy facades to a person, how can u ever noe a person inside out?
 
u may think u do - but then u would be grossly mistaken bcuz u'd be so wrong to think that. so wrong, my fren. neva assume. i've had the rug pulled out from under my feet too many times.
 
sometimes i sit back, take a backseat and observe quietly. u can learn so many things just by watching.
 
in the past week, someone has commented to me that, for various reasons, i am a girl that most girls would love to hate. i suppose it's debatable. i've had more than my fair share of dagger stares. i've gotten used to it. i still think that i'm a nice person. actually. LOL
 
there are also few pple in this world i really care about. i'd put myself on the line for these few pple. and i often have.
 
and that's where i've been bitten before. one too many times.
 
i dun ask for help very often. i used to be needy - but i've since forced myself to learn independence and not rely too much on others. and so, on the odd occasion if i ever open up and tell u i feel down. dat means i really do need someone to be there for me pls.
 
everyone has their work and their own lives to cater to. but the one thing i've learnt is that - nobody who cares enuf will ever not have the time to be there for u when u really need em.
 
be it physical presence. a shoulder to lean on. a drink. a hug. a listening ear over the phone. or some concerned words thru texting. u can always tell if someone is bothered enuf to really care bout what's up with u. even if the person can't be available at that exact moment - he/she would always at least follow up later on to find out if u're alright. or not.
 
there is no such thing as no time when it comes to pple u truly care bout, no?
 
i'd neva brush someone i cared bout away with an airy reply and expect that person to go sort it all out himself / herself (he/she wldn't come to me if he/she could do it on his/her own, right???) and automatically be okay. if i do that - then u noe u dun really mean much to me. really.

posted by: darkscarlette at August 17, 2005 05:36 | link | comments |

Thursday, 11 August 2005
: : complaint letter : :

there was some commotion in the office today. some business deal soured between this Beauty Salon Owner (an old customer) and Stupid Daughter. next thing i noe, a fax comes thru spewing the most vicious accusations.
 
part of the fax went:
 
blah blah blah blah blah... You are so heartless and cold-blooded! Let me tell you this - if there is an AWARD for the most COLD-BLOODED and KIASU person, i will nominate YOU!!
 
AAAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH that is like the frigging farniest complaint letter i've ever read!! damn! working here really is a terribly enriching experience... there're so many things that happen here that you would neva see happen in other companies... amazing...
 
after the fax came thru, the Beauty Salon Owner even called my colleague to check if the fax came thru. She told my colleague "that woman is so cold-hearted and vicious! i tell u, u beta not work for her also! bad karma! u beta tell her ah - she's pregnant now, shouldn't do so many bad things! otherwise! hur! u see what bad things will befall her baby! i dun even want to say it out ah!!"
 
AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH this is golden. did i tell u that Stupid Daughter once had a maid who ran away... and another one who used to hate her so much she often spit into the coffee hahahahah
 
u just gotta love these a-holes.

posted by: darkscarlette at August 11, 2005 21:02 | link | comments (3) |

Wednesday, 10 August 2005
: : ghouls : :

my desktop in the office is working up again. bloody craptop. having some problems with the motime template again. ah well. i'll find a way around it as i always do.
 
i had a really bad nite. arwen was restless and kept waking me up in the middle of the nite. so did my hp. i was sleeping (or trying to anyways) alone when i had the feeling that someone had quietly opened my door and come in and was standing there staring at my sleeping form. i opened my eyes a tad bit to sneak a look at the intruder, and saw in my peripheral vision, the form of a large woman standing in the doorway of my room, watching me quietly. it gave me the creeps somehow. i struggled a lil, den opened my eyes and realised with a start that there was nobody there. sheesh. it's the 7th mth and that usually gives me the heebie jeebies.

dun u noe the ghouls come out during the 7th mth? these hungry spirits... so many of them out on the prowl...

posted by: livingde8ddoll at August 10, 2005 23:52 | link | comments (2) |

Tuesday, 09 August 2005
: : full of shit : :

Dear Old Flatulent Fart / Stupid Daughter:


This is to formally notify you that I am resigning from Shitheads International. xx date (1.5 months notice) will be my last day of employment.


This wasn't an easy decision, because I am grateful for the rewarding employment I've had with Shitheads. The associations I've made during my employment here will truly be memorable for years to come (INDEED - just not in the way U think hehe). Thank you for the opportunity to work for such an outstanding *cough cough* organization.

 

Sincerely,
darkscarlette

LOL I am so full of shit i kill me. i didn't write this resignation letter by myself though, i couldn't! *puke* i merely plagarised it wholesale from some resignation letter template i got off the internet.


i roll my eyes and have a good laugh everytime i read this shit. it's so disgusting it turns my insides. i bet it makes those shitheads feel so good bout their company though - scarly they take my resignation letter as a testimonial to recruit staff so that they can highlight what a wonderful organisation they are!! haaah i won't put it past them. scumbags.

posted by: darkscarlette at August 09, 2005 08:51 | link | comments |

Friday, 05 August 2005
: : As the world falls down : :

There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes.
A kind of pale jewel
Open and closed
Within your eyes.
I'll place the sky
Within your eyes.

There's such a fooled heart
Beatin' so fast
In search of new dreams.
A love that will last
Within your heart.
I'll place the moon
Within your heart.


I'll paint you mornings of gold.
I'll spin you Valentine evenings.
Though we're strangers 'til now,
We're choosing the path
Between the stars.
I'll leave my love
Between the stars.


As the pain sweeps through,
Makes no sense for you.
Every thrill is gone.
Wasn't too much fun at all,
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down.


Falling.
Falling down.
Falling in love.

~ David Bowie

it's one of my oldest most favouritest songs, from the movie "Labyrinth". David Bowie was the Goblin King who stole Jennifer Connelly's baby brother... it's one of the movies i've watched more than 10,000 times and neva got sick of. i wish they had it on VCD or DVD cuz the only version i still have is, yar, on a VIDEOTAPE... and after so many years, the quality's gone a little fuzzy :(  i was only twelve or thirteen yrs old when i watched it for the first time and the worst thing is...

i had a crush on david bowie!!!!! yikes!! it makes me shudder when i look back at the male leads i used to have crushes on in my early early teens... let's see:

 

Labyrinth - David Bowie with his fright hair and sexy demonic make-up and his awfully tight crotch hugging pants, juggling crystal balls in his hands and stealing baby brothers and singing sad love songs to the girl he loved but couldn't have, always watching over her and loving her in his own dark way... how not to crush on him u tell me.



Terminator 2 - Arnold dunno-how-to-spell-his-name and the young Edward Furlong (not the current one YUK). i couldn't decide then which one i liked beta, edward was young and closer to my age and oh so cute - but Arnold was DA MAN saving the day with his huge bulging muscles and cool delivery of 'Hasta La Vista, Baby' *swoon*



Once Upon A Time In China - Jet Li with his flaring nostrils whenever he got angrrrrrry with the bad guy, flaring nostrils are so sexy (NOT!)



'Fei Yue Tian Feng' (some 80s channel 8 drama serial bout pple playing volleyball) - Chen Jianhui. i just found him cute (then). dunno why. probably it was cuz i didn't watch too many movies or shows when i was younger, therefore, didn't have many choices to choose from. somehow, i neva crushed on Lee Nanxing tho. he's 'supposed' to be cute and all but it just didn't work for me then, and it still doesn't work for me now.

 

back when i was really young, like more than a decade ago, i used to think Terence Cao was pretty cute too except for the fact that he had REALLY HUGE flaring nostrils as well. fast forward more than a decade to a few months ago, when i was oredi half drunk dancing on the bartop at our fav club, i looked down at the members and thot i saw a familiar face amongst my frens - but i was too high to bother and forgot about it. den when i came down to have a drink, i turned around to see who was standing beside me - it was Terence in his full nostril flaring self! turns out he's a half brother of one of the members. understandably, i was quite disappointed to see that the real life Terence was a pretty trim sized guy (read: short) and his nose wasn't quite as big as it looked on TV. i'm too lazy to write bout my encounter with him suffice to say a small misunderstanding took place (thanx to his drunk half brother) and though i'm sure as hell he doesn't remember me, i nonetheless feel abit embarrassed to ever wanna bump into him again.

posted by: livingde8ddoll at August 05, 2005 13:25 | link | comments (2) |

Thursday, 04 August 2005
: : why not : :

i'm buried neck deep in work today. god noes now that i've quit, i shd be sitting here twiddling my thumbs all day but nooooooo....

i come into office this morning and first thing i see is a note telling me to churn out 5 pages of info and copy for a print ad and some resort room compendium. doh. but it's done. and i gotta run now.

toodles~

posted by: darkscarlette at August 04, 2005 15:55 | link | comments |



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