yay. I m drowning myslf in Jay Chou's songs so much dis days i feel so adolescent. Teleported mi way bck to those days where d idol madness was stil a significant part of my life.

But i reli dun gif a damn even if i'm being paralleled with those screaming fans of his. Then again, i hardly gif a damn about anything dis days.

Too bogged down by work, no time to go shopping even; had to resort to shopping within my office building during lunch time. Crap ass.

I have come to a point when almoz nothing excites me & seemingly, everything appears to be black & white recently.

After toking to Jaslyn juz now, we came to a conclusion dat i m a very oppressed individual. Highly proned to depression.

Well..dat's the surprise of the century.

Wif dis kinda life...or rather the lack of it, i m leading now, who can blame mi?

Sigh. I nid directions.

And perhaps a miracle would be good.
  ¶ J poppycocked at 11:12:00 PM
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  back & down. The fun has officially ended n so has my life. Tmr i shall return to the Hell Den n continue to slog my guts out.

I've been away since last Thur, hiding on the castaway island, Sultan Shoal yet again. It has been enjoyable s usual, so enjoyable we extended our stay by 1 day n i had to take urgent leave for the extension. Wad can i say but it was all worthwhile. There's nothing constructive to do on the island reli, for we r merely surrounded by waters, but dat's the beauty of it.

And trust mi, i can live my life lydat.

I'm back but i'm down..down wif slight fever, runny nose n an annoying sore throat. Gawdddd....how m i to survive tmr!??!

Anyway, no major complaints about the getaway, mayb 'cept for the communal living part. It's true dat human traffic brings about pollution. And it's certainly true dat the 1st n foremost pre-req of communal living is Tolerance.


Washing the dishes alone is enuff to kill me.

Dat's why i value privacy.



Insights I Gain from The Trip:

1) It's great to spend time with pp U love.
2) It's great to spend time with pp who love U.
3) It's great to NOT WORK.
4) Freedom is precious.


Anyway, i came bck to a surprise. A sweet fren dropped off a X'mas card at my doorstep while I was away n wrote words that mean alot to me. Thks babe! Merry X'mas & Happy Bday to U!

Got a card frm Justin s well. How strange but how nice of him. Thks!

p/s: A msg to myslf--I've gotto change the blog skin stime soon. It's getting boring.


  ¶ J poppycocked at 11:03:00 PM
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  Meowwww!~ Here's a pic I took at the Cat Shelter across the living room. There r many more of coz...dis is just a random pic n I captured so many oredi..So u shud b able to imagine how the situation wud actly be huh...Eliz, steer clear!!!!

My Kind of Heaven.
  ¶ J poppycocked at 10:13:00 PM
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  Pain. Ok another cringing picture to share...a wound on the back of my leg, sumwhere on my calf...Yikes!! The doings of Mo obviously...who else wud abuse mi lydat....Owww....no wonder dey say Love Hurts....Buahaha...

Gone Wif The Skin
  ¶ J poppycocked at 10:06:00 PM
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  heaven. Yday was incredible. Special thks to Weileng who made it possible. Thks to ur willingness to share ur haven wif 2 complete strangers. Ur passion is totally awe-inspiring.

And thks to Mo, who accompanied mi there notwithstanding he's no big feline fan.

Wad happened was dis; some weeks ago, a girl whom i didnt noe dropped mi a msg in frenster. Apparently, the msg went out to a couple other users s well, who appeared when dis girl typed in "Cats" in the frenster search engine.

Turns out dis girl is running a cat shelter wif a few feline-lovers and they are desperately trying to find gd homes for the strays. Solely for adoption oni.

I was thrilled. I finally visited the much-anticipated place.

Much s i long to adopt, i cudnt. Given the extent Empress Dowager flared up over 2 tiny rodents previously, i wudnt wanto test her limits assuming the intensity of her temper is in direct proportion to the size of the pet. Unless i'm tired of living dat is.

Anyway, i cudnt bliv my eyes when i stepped into the shelter.

Dey were everywhere!!!!

In boxes, on chairs, in n on cabinets, tables, floor, balcony, grills, bathroom, kitchen, sinks....EVERYWHERE!!!

All of dem hv their piercing vision fixated on us as we proceeded deeper into their territory, checking for signs of threat obviously. Altho i truly adore cats, it was kinda intimidating s i've nvr been surrounded by THAT many cats in my life b4.

But shortly after, being the endearing creatures dey r, many of dem came n engulfed us, longing for a pat n the human warmth dey hv been so estranged to.

Weileng has been most kind to dem, the kindest i've ever encountered among all feline-lovers, but she canot possibly shower enuff love to each n every of dem when there r some...80 of dem in the house, can she?? She has oredi done more than she could n should.

Dey meowed n meowed, asking for the cuddle and love dey deserve. There were Buttons the noisy one, Wayang the fat one, Coby the big, black fella, Vivian whose has a full name Vivian Balakrishnan (named after its ex-owner apparently), Oreo the beautiful but the super shy one, One Dollar, Two Dollar, Three Dollar, Lindon the hyperactive kid, Lovey the pretty one, Lil' Bambi the spotty one, Barney the finger-fetished one, Angie the one wif the nice grey coat, Sha Sha the gorgeous Persian, Shanthi the scowler, Ernie the one wif the super balance ability (we found him on the ON the door), Garfield, Joey...n many, many, many more.

When we sat down, dey leaped onto our laps n made demsvles comfy. So comfy as we stroked dem, dey purred comfortingly. Two Dollar sucked its paws s it snuggled up in my arms...just like a baby.

And there were the kittens who were super fascinated wif Mo's tattered jeans' hems. And there was dis silly, white kitten wif brown spots, i cudnt rber its name, which kept clinging onto Mo's leg. Ahahaha...

But wad Weileng said was true. There have been too many sob stories wif each of these angels. There were the abandoned ones, the battered ones, the ill ones and the deformed ones.

It is disheartening. To know that at the end of the day, there r still lifeless bastards n cruel bitches out there, torturing the hell outta these poor creatures who can oni suffer in silence n fend for demsvles. And it is reli hard to find dem gd homes.

So if u noe of anybody who will make a gd parent for cats, do let me noe.

Yet, dey r commonly misunderstood n continue to be plauged by old-wives' tales. Ignorant Chinese's superstition says dat it is bad luck to hv a black cat cross ur path, even more ignorant idiots bliv dat all cats r vicious n will hv the power to let misfortune befall ur family. Some fools bliv cats' fur causes/aggravates asthma or gives strange diseases.

Bollocks! The biggest n smelliest heap of bull i've ever come across.

Well u dun hv to love dem, but at least dun hate dem!? And pls, dun abuse dem!!

Anyway, we met Heidi too, a lovely & hilarious Austria lady, slogging her guts out, cleaning/scrubbing/washing when we met her, all for the love of cats. She is amazing. Totally admirable.

And i tot i was cat-fanatic enuff.

Altho i cudnt adopt, yday was thoroughly enriching, albeit tiring. But I will go back there...for sure. Just to give the kids a nice cuddle, a pat on their backs n some love dey hv been so deprived of.















  ¶ J poppycocked at 6:32:00 PM
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  How to Be a Corporate Bitch? Counting down w.r.t the lvl of importance each factor contributes to the successful evolution...In ascending cruciality and descending numerical, I shall present to you Jay's Top 6 Rules to abide by if ur ambition is to become a Corporate Bitch.

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Number 6:

Own a closet full of pointed shoes made with sleak leather/shiny PVC/fancifully-imprinted croco skin patterns; all wif heels as thin as the thinest finger in the world and so elevated u dun walk, u peacock around.


Number 5:

Hails a cab to and fro the office everyday without fail, as well as to any other places u go, becoz u wun feel as "classed" if u hv to be a normal commuter on our public transport, for fear that ur power suit mite be stained/ crumpled/ stenched by the civilian commoners.


Number 4:

Grumbles to no end when u have to squeeze in the mrt or the bus and holds up a folded-into-quarter white tissue to your nose in crowds, while spotting the most disdained look on ur too-heavily-powdered face, even when the rest of the pp around u do not seem to be affected. U can also periodically flutter ur excessively mascara-coated lashes n let out tiny but audible "tsk" sounds just to show ur displeasure, impatience and misfit status openly.



Number 3:

Master & practise the art of Tai Chi whenever you sense work coming your way by acting v stressed or v occupied, when in fact you hv time to sms non-stop or chit-chat with your bf/gf/frens using the company's phone, especially when the manager is not around.



Number 2:

Be condescending to pp u hv authority over, especially to rookies and agents who rely on your contribution to their company. Act like u r the most senior person around and shoot pp the "Wad the heck do u noe??"-look when dey try to rebutt u or defend demsvles. If all else fails, u can alwaz count on the great art of Insinuation. Be as sarcastic as u can, so much so dat altho the derogatory meaning is not apparent, u leave pp wif a morale the size of a pea.



Number 1:

Be mean. Be Very mean. If a colleague is down, u step on him/her so dat u can tower over him/her from the top, n he/she can oni be contented to spot your nostrils seemingly growing bigger n bigger by the second, from below.



***Ding!Ding!Ding!***
Bonus Factor to Sure-Win-Situation:

Practise Number 1 again...UNDER WRAPS..so dat by the time the poor victim realises wad's gg on, it's probly also time for him/her to pack up.




*Disclaimer: The value of the numerical is in direct proportion to the amount of integrity remaining in the individual.




  ¶ J poppycocked at 11:16:00 PM
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