It's Dec soon

Hmm, it's been ages since I posted something. Not that I have a bunch of avid followers clamoring for updates. Sigh, wishful thinking indeed.

It'll be Dec soon, and I'm getting on in years. Yuck, I sound ancient. I DO feel ancient at work with the bratty & smart alecky people around me. I feel human only when it's 5.30pm and I'm running hell-bent to catch the bus leaving the company.

In order to deflect my precipitating depression of not having a hot date on my birthday, I've gone crazy and made impromptu flight bookings. For someone who's deprived of a vacation for 5 months, I've gone overboard and confirmed a short trip to Hong Kong and planning another trip to Turkey, all in Dec.

Yay, finally got the chance to wear my winter trench coat after moldering in the cupboard for close to 3 years.

D will be snuggled close to wife. No, I'm not jealous or sad. Simply accepting of the fact.

Well, on the other hand I've scented a potential trophy. A Korean guy who visited us 2 months back. Hmm, right age, smart, gentlemanly & shy.

Did I really hear him comparing me to dew? As in the morning dew? Or was he talking about the Jinro Chamisul soju? Chamisul is translated to dew in English.

Did I have too much to drink that night? Couldn't be cos he was careful not to let me drink too much after I made my absolutely-hopeless-alcohol-drinker status known.

I hope he comes to Singapore soon, or he makes a firm invitation to bring me around should I visit Korea again. I've been there twice and it has to be an irresistible offer before I spend my own money to fly over.

But then again, I can drop hints about the upcoming birthday and my absence from office for most of Dec and test the water.

Diabolical.

I Am Sylvie

Bro has been asking my blog link. How could I give away this piece of myself?

This blog has been a haven; a place where I could pen thoughts and feelings that I could not share with my friends and family. There are always times when I need to unload these things of my chest and what better way to do it than in an anonymous blog?

How could I tell anyone of J & D? The only person who had inkling was my ex-boss and he didn't have a complete picture. As for D, there's always a connection between us even though he is married now.

If anyone happens to stumble into this blog, well, I hope he/she enjoys reading the posts and I wouldn't mind if he/she is laughing at the silliness/crappiness. That's the beauty of anonymous blogging.

I am Sylvie but Sylvie is not my name.. :)

I Love... And I Hate Updated

I was looking through my older postings and this one caught my eye. I had written it in May 2009, and it's been six months and many changes later, it's really due for a quick update.

I love...
- Hayao Miyazaki's animated films. They made me smile, laughed and cried.
- smartly groomed men (Korean men's ruffled hairstyle optional).
- loved going on business trips.. I could ogle above-mentioned men without denting my pockets.
(Update: Disclaimer, this statement is true for almost all countries, except for China which I went to at least 5 times in 2009. Incidentally the Chinese men I saw were far from well groomed. Sigh, no eye candies in Land of Thousand Swines)
- angelic voices from unexpected faces.. faces people deemed not pretty enough. Bravo to Susan Boyle.
- Cantonese-speaking Hong Kong dramas & movies.
- kooky dance-and-sing sequences.
(Update: Yay to the Single Ladies parody by Justin Timberlake in SNL. Watch it here)
- to complain. J called me the Complaint Queen. *shrug*
(Update: J is married. 2x *shrug*)
- men who can take my grouchy no-talk persona in the morning before I have coffee.
- men who listen to my complaints without any complaints.
(Update: OK, I shall not expect most men to be patient saints and will accept their own grumblings and complaints about moi)
- men who just shrug when I spat out Ribena just a centimeter away from their sleeves.
(Update: OK, I was referring to Doraemon originally. D is married and I gave him a fricking big angpow. That guy broke my heart and made me bust my piggy bank)
- men who drag me off to coffee breaks when I was depressed & frustrated with imbecilic colleagues.
- men who invite me along for business trips and feel immeasurably guilty when he can't spend time with me on the weekends.
(Update: OK, enough about D already. Even though he is still asking me to visit when he's on business trips. Loyalty to your oaths, D!)
- men who share my love for Hong Kong and distaste for Taiwan.
(Update: Erm, OK, this is actually harder to find than a $50 note lying on the floor)
- men who chat me with on MSN while he's sitting just in front on me.
- it when people say "go to Sylvie, she'll know what to do.."
(Update: Yes, I'm egoistic that way)
- watching people dance. Sadly I have 3 left feet.
- sweating toxins out of the body in Hot Yoga.
(Update: I'd been off Yoga for more than 3 years. Have just started Beginner Hatha Yoga with a volunteer group. I find this more fulfilling than the commercialised yoga centres)
- buying skincare products. My bank balance is sighing in disgust.
- to travel, and travel.
(Update: Got a 10year visit pass to US. Yay!)
- knowing that I can put on a thick layer of skin and ask for favours. Previously I was always the party granting favours. Not that, you idiot. Get your mind out of the gutter.
- knowing that my friends have faith in me, that I will pull though this period of darkness (read: unemployment) and land an ideal job.
- knowing what my friends are doing, even though there's no verbal or written communication. Facebook is good for pulling back friends I've known since childhood.
- listening to Tsai Chin's melodious voice.
- being able to find a song title simply from the first verse of the song and its singer.

I hate...
- watching Hong Kong movies in Singapore. They are all dubbed in atrocious Mandarin!
- going to highly rated eateries cos Singaporeans' tastes inevitably suck.
- people who go to sleep the second they see heavily pregnant women/elderly folks/ parents with kids boarding the train. Karma, people.
- bossy people who think they know everything. Hello, I got tested with Mensa, OK? No numb brains here, and I don't claim to know a lot of stuff myself.
- people who just spew things they read/hear on the way to work to sound knowledgeable. They sound too desperate instead.
- colleagues who acted blur and pushed their responsibilities. WTH, I joined the company two years ago and you're still saying "we're still learning" after the 10th year in the company. Dun make me laugh and puke at the same time.
- men who took off their shoes and rub their feet at my cubicle. WTF?
- men who dig around their shoes sole for (hidden) nuggets of gold. WTF?? With our European counterpart looking on in bewilderment.
- people who come looking me to me to solve their problems. WTF? Am I your boss? Or your mother??
- people who expect me to catch every bloody mistake other people make only 10days before all my new product launches. WTF? Aren't they supposed to be their own job? Since when was my job scope include validating GLOBAL business unit & REGIONAL marketing stuff? The last I heard, I'm in the engineering department.
- people exhorting me to agree to a 5% pay cut when they themselves are getting 10-400x monthly bonuses at year end while I get a measly half-month bonus.
- it when people say "go to Sylvie, she'll know what to do" every hour of the 5 working days. Use your blain, people or they'll rot.
- being tickled in the waist. Even by the best friend. I specifically TOLD her not to do it.
- people who acts blur and refuse to pay up their debts. Karma, people.
- drinking latter with milk. Euuww.
- owing people money.
(Update: I aim to shorten the list of hates by end of 2010. Till then, I shall not add more angst to it.)

I'm A Guy Mentally

One of my brothers just confirmed this for me: I'm a guy mentally.

Point in case: a female friend was talking about Kate Spade leather bags costing approximately $3K. My eyes glazed over; with $3K I could get a good plasma TV and Bose sound system, I didn't want a bag costing four figures.

I love F1, prefer action movies (yay, Transformers) rather than dreary rom-coms.

I love Harold & Kumar for their crappiness and Borat for his lime green mankini (bro told me it's called a Wicked Weasel and the Japanese babes love to wear it).

Sigh. Thanks, bro.

AB

Does our blood type really have such a big impact?

I'm an AB+, in fact I am the only one in the family with AB, with only 5% of the world's population sharing the characteristics.

The Japanese & Koreans believe we are what our blood group is. In short, we are severely affected by our blood group; what we need to eat to stay healthy and our personality do hark back to the presence or lack of some antigens on the red blood cells.

Yes, the AB+ people are of a small group. But what is there to complain when we are the Universal Acceptors? My ex-boss accused me of being selfish. I think he was quite envious.

Second Time Leaving

Last week, I joined a farewell lunch organised for a few people who are leaving the company due to "redeployment". I am one of them.

This will be my second and final time leaving the company. And I cannot be an employee again unless approved by the VP. Well, since I have anticipated this when I volunteered myself for redeployment, I'm not exactly crying buckets of tears.

Wish me luck as I leave the mothership (again). There are new colonies to be discovered.

:)

I Love.. And I Hate..

I love...
- Hayao Miyazaki's animated films. They made me smile, laughed and cried.
- smartly groomed men (Korean men's ruffled hairstyle optional).
- loved going on business trips.. I could ogle above-mentioned men without denting my pockets.
- angelic voices from unexpected faces.. faces people deemed not pretty enough. Bravo to Susan Boyle.
- Cantonese-speaking Hong Kong dramas & movies.
- kooky dance-and-sing sequences.
- to complain. J called me the Complaint Queen. *shrug*
- men who can take my grouchy no-talk persona in the morning before I have coffee.
- men who listen to my complaints without any complaints.
- men who just shrug when I spat out Ribena just a centimeter away from their sleeves.
- men who drag me off to coffee breaks when I was depressed & frustrated with imbecilic colleagues.
- men who invite me along for business trips and feel immeasurably guilty when he can't spend time with me on the weekends.
- men who share my love for Hong Kong and distaste for Taiwan.
- men who chat me with on MSN while he's sitting hust in front on me.
- it when people say "go to Sylvie, she'll know what to do.."
- watching people dance. Sadly I have 3 left feet.
- sweating toxins out of the body in Hot Yoga.
- buying skincare products. My bank balance is sighing in disgust.
- to travel, and travel.


I hate...
- watching Hong Kong movies in Singapore. They are all dubbed in atrocious Mandarin!
- going to highly rated eateries cos Singaporeans' tastes inevitably suck.
- people who go to sleep the second they see heavily pregnant women/elderly folks/ parents with kids boarding the train. Karma, people.
- bossy people who think they know everything. Hello, I got tested with Mensa, OK? No numb brains here, and I don't claim to know a lot of stuff myself.
- people who just spew things they read/hear on the way to work to sound knowledgeful. They sound too desperate instead.
- colleagues who acted blur and pushed their responsibilities. WTH, I joined the company two years ago and you're still saying "we're still learning" after the 10th year in the company. Dun make me laugh and puke at the same time.
- men who took off their shoes and rub their feet at my cubicle. WTF?
- men who dig around their shoes sole for (hidden) nuggets of gold. WTF?? With our European counterpart looking on in bewilderment.
- people who come looking me to me to solve their problems. WTF? Am I your boss? Or your mother??
- people who expect me to catch every bloody mistake other people make only 10days before all my new product launches. WTF? Aren't they supposed to be their own job? Since when was my job scope include validating GLOBAL business unit & REGIONAL marketing stuff? The last I heard, I'm in the engineering department.
- people exhorting me to agree to a 5% pay cut when they themselves are getting 10-400x monthly bonuses at year end while I get a measly half-month bonus.
- it when people say "go to Sylvie, she'll know what to do" every hour of the 5 working days. Use your blain, people or they'll rot.
- being tickled in the waist. Even by the best friend. I specifically TOLD her not to do it.
- people who acts blur and refuse to pay up their debts. Karma, people.
- drinking latter with milk. Euuww.
- owing people money.

My Authentic Japanese Name

Tried a Japanese name generator, and voila, my name turns out to be.. erm Stone Well Blessed with Love.

Sounded more like a Native American name rather than a Japanese one. Oh well.. pretty accurate I guess. My family can readily concur that I'm quite stone-headed.

My authentic Japanese name is 石井 Ishii (stone well) 愛恵 Itoe (bless with love).

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