pointing back at you.

you mean you're still about it? i hoped you'd be more clear-headed. you havent been clear-headed. since months ago when everybody noticed the change. you want this to go in your direction. all your arguments point towards one thing: your 'winning'. you do see that you only have one argument. sulking is a sign of weakness.

Revenge Of The ....

War! DCMD is crumbling under attacks by ruthless responsible people. There are heroes on both sides. Evil is everywhere.

That's cheap. What a way to voice out. *beep* invalid.

You're your own heroes. We're ours.

In the end, the war has begun. And I still love her. =)

since everybody reads this blog i guess i should post this entry here.

i am thoroughly upset with the way the treasurer handled the situation. if i remember correctly, i clearly requested her to do the accounts, tabulate the sales and contact the printer for an invoice. i do not doubt the committee's reliability about the issue of keeping the money safe, however if any amount of money was unaccounted for, it reflects inefficiency and irresponsibility.

unfortunately nobody was appointed to oversee the whole project. i believe only seven people out of ten were assigned the roles of stock taker, treasurer, publicity and customer relations, and logistics. i would admit that as being one of the three people in-charge of publicity and customer relations, i have no say over the decisions made in the project. well, then, who is? due to my bossy character and my hunger to share the profits, i have taken the project from where it was hung and into my own hands.

i was, however, disappointed when there was no means to find out the expenses incurred while the project was running. i admit that i have made a couple of claims from the fund without submitting receipts, but i believed all along that the treasurer would keep track of the money getting in and out of the fund. i do not believe i am being unreasonable when i expect a total of $166.75 (according to my calculations) to be accounted for in the fund. i repeat, i do not question the righteousness of the treasurer, but surely the money did go somewhere, and as the sole person doing the accounting now, almost four months after the project has ended, i would like to gain knowledge about the money that is unaccounted for.

at this point i might sound biased against the treasurer, but as a few of us know, cases such as these, reflecting poor management skills and unreliability, have happened before. i believe that is why i have lost my tolerance towards having to pick up half-finished work and covering up for the people who were trusted to the carry out the task. first it was the packaging and now the accounts. they were assigned to the same people and when they decided to fling it away, they fling it to me and my trusty crew.

this entry would not be here if i hadnt been the one that was assigned to clear the task queue after the party ends. then again, if the higher authorities assigned me the task of completing the work of these people, why dont i stop complaining and do my duty unlike the people assigned to do it before me? if voluntary work earned you land in heaven, i would have a china up there by now.

things aside. i am off to do accounting. i still hope i get the accounts. read my baby's entry below!

DeaD EyeS See No FuTuRe

twice. i'm sorry for what's gonna appear in this blog. but it has to be said in the public domain coz im not one to hide my anger of a person. or else i'll become some people who lament about being angry but just end up dealing with it quietly. well, there are things i want you to know. you know who you are.

well dear friend, you don't have to take responsibility. i know it has always been you to be the one to shield her, but the fact is, do you even know why you are? coz you're right? you're so well known in the eyes of my wife who thinks highly of you; seemingly potraying you as someone who can see the logical point of view of a situation with proper rationale. well dear friend, rationalize how my wife feels right now about herself and about you people.

when money changes hands, its what you call CONSPICUOUS. i'm not implying anything, merely saying that money has to be accounted for. and its the task of the person in charge of the money. treasurers do more than just COLLECT and STORE money. ask junxian how he manages the class fund last year and you'll see that he's not as ah beng as everyone thinks, in fact he's commendable. more than her.

dear friend, i cant stand it when michy has to take over the tasks that you people leave behind. remember the wrapping cards for the director event? once, we picked up where you all leave your responsibilities behind. we've warned the responsible people...but to no avail. twice, more than 4 months afterward; we pick up your responsibilities again. i'm not complainin coz i dun want to help michy trust me, i'm just unhappy because it seems again that she's forced to take responsibility. and its hurting. trust me it is. i mean if you guys don't bother why should we always be the one to step up for you?

i want you guys to know that jobs are assigned for something. tasks are give out to coordinators who can do them. coz if you dont...then the softee helpful michy would step up and pick up where you left off. she's not you slave. she's my wife. and it fucks me up everytime i see her getting upset coz of other people other than me. i'm selfish. life to me is about making her happy...ask acit. he'll tell you that. that is, if michy is telling the truth, and in this case; i bear witness and its not crazy mixed up stories. ive had it with this shit. please be more responsible. pronto. for yourself.

i love my girlfriend. how dare you hurt her.

urgh.

quería comprarte floras cada día hacer cada día una vacación

y habla más y más y más de ti y de los cosas que haces
i just said i'd buy you flowers every day, make every day a holiday
carry on and on and on about you and the things you do
bowling for soup - on and on (about you)

thats spanish by the way. haha anyways... thank you boy, for loving me every day, whether we go through a rough stretch on the road, or we let each other down. its raining flowers every day when i'm with you. each day you're here with me, sorrow and anger, no matter how little or big, dissolve away in your smile. like why on earth am i crying while typing this sweetie pie naive shit about being in love. you've touched the heart of a cynic, baby.

a line in your book (i dont know why i named this entry that)

hello faithful fans! we're reely sorry we havent been updating for a loooooong while... ian's been sick and i've been reely brainless. ian tells me to get some complicated math problem sums from my mom to do so that my brain doesnt get too small for its stem. well! i've been doing them! and now i'm ready to write. (lets just hope this entry doesnt take me five hours)

no, arman, you're not too late to wish us though it's half a month past our 9th month anniversary! well, it was great. we had a nice, simple dinner at magic wok novena square... yah like MAGIC WOK?! well unlike other magic wok branches they did the place up quite nicely, with comfy sofas and this gazebo (its pronounced "gezeebou") thingie with vine-like decorations... and a really out-of-place fake tree. yah like what was it doing there. haha! though the ah beng and mat waiters are roudy and noisy, it's a really nice and not-too-cheap-not-too-expensive place to dine at... its got no GST or service charge! and its got reely nice prawn tomyam soup too! yummay.

oh in case yall dunno, i've taken up a new hobby! its cooking. and cooking yummy low-calorie foodies. just last sunday my best friend polly invited us over to cook! haha... well she was crazy over the poached salmon i cooked up at her place the saturday before so she thought she'd ask me over to cook for her again. this is very in tune with my retirement plan of setting up a café with my by then retired husband. hah. well we all had a great seafood-chowder-chicken-stuffing-casserole-buttermilk-fruit-smoothie-peanut-butter-banana-milkshake dinner, polly, eunice, ian and me. stop drooling you guys. well polly just flew back to hong kong yesterday and she hasnt bought a return ticket. awww man i'm gonna miss her.

watched coffee talk and hawker woks lately? i think fiona xie's reely pretty, but she's quite sucky as a food show host. anyways on wednesday ian and i decided to try taufik batisah's chicken rice at bukit batok! chicken rice at banquet toa payoh beats that anyday. dont try it! haha... oh mr teh tarik down telok ayer street recommended by kumar in the show is reely nice and cheap. eugene! we've found a cheap and halal place to chill out at! they dont really serve food, though, other than packet nasi lemak.

okay enough about food. i just wrote like three paragraphs of it. i'm really relieved school these two weeks werent as bad as the first. i thought it would be a nightmare and lots of missing ian and lots and lots of lonely times in class and no one to kacau the lecturer with; ian's been so sweet. he's been making time for me before class, during breaks, and after school. yes, i still miss him in class, but we've got new friends! thank you all for supporting us all these months. haha dn thank you for layan-ing our nonsense in class every day.

it's fathers' day today! okay i'm gonna be late for dinner with dad. i havent got to my new bag! okay peeps i'll update again! whenever you read this, wherever you are, give you dad or mom a hug the next time you see them. i love you daddy though you're racist and quite paranoid.

I LOVES YOU MANY MANY!

HEY EVERYBODY! TODAY'S OUR 9TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY! IF YOU'RE READING THIS ON 6 JUNE 2005, HURRY WISH US! I LOVES ANDI MANY MANY. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YAN. I LOVE YOU.

*MUUUUUUUUAAAAH!*
MICHY

i heart you.

lookie! we've got a new skin! thats like, SO COOL. andi's reely sick today... i hope he gets better. i really do. so here it is, the first week of school. incredible how we got by huh! we didnt. now ian's sick. get better okay? you better. by monday! i've missed you. so much. i hope you like our new skin! i've spent 2 hours customising it. surprise!

the class just seems emptier, my classmates more peculiar. i dont get hungry by eleven anymore. i look at the clock very often, hoping for time to pass more quickly. i wonder why i walk past the pond alone in the morning, i wonder why my palms arent as sweaty. i keep taking glances to the back of the class when i sit in front. in the class there is the lecturer and me. and no one to catch my jokes when i throw one. i talk in class alot, and i realise i talk to myself. yes, i talk about shopping, i talk about books, movies, people, andi, but i say these to no one. i dont expect answers anymore. time with you seems so short, time without you just goes on and on ad on.

i'll be strong. we'll get through this. no one's there to warm my fingers when the class gets icy, but i wont let it get to my heart. believe me. i know you do.






at the end of the day, you'll realise i still love you.