Huh?.

Orh. Too bad then. =\

Dudette, Where’s My Car?!?!?!.

I had one of those moments at The Central just now. It was past 12am, was feeling a little sleepy, feet aching from the new leather heels that I have yet to break in properly…

Remembered the car was parked at the 9th level. But as I stepped out of the lift, I frowned.

Car not there. WTF.

Took lift down to level 8… no luck. Level 7… nothing. Level 6… bo leh… Level 5… it’s the frigging gantry liao lah! HONG KAN!?!??!

Called Jeffwee to whine, while he could do nothing but say, “How can you forget where you parked your car??” And I could only whine some more before hanging up.

So took the lift up to level 10 and walked down the ramp. “I GOTTA FIND IT OMFG MY FEET ARE ACHING!”

Then there it was, my BarfMobile. Semi-mocking at me at the other end of level 9. “Why you never go to the back and check? I was sitting here waiting for you all these time, while you went to gorge your face on ramen and ice cream…”

BLEAH!!!!

Helping The Catses.

In case you were wondering why cat-ses, please try to remember Gollum in Lord of The Rings referring to the hobbits as… hobbit-ses.

So.

Anyway, you guys know that I am helping out at Cat Welfare Society as a committee member. Not that I am complaining, but recently I have been handling a lot of cases and are up to my neck with calls and SMSes, on top of my full-time job!

Not that my official job is affected, but sometimes dealing with people after work hours can be rather draining.

I hope next week things’ll ease up for me.

Getting Out.

Been hearing about quite a bit of splits, of divorces and separations, from people around me. I get kind of disillusioned about it, sometimes.

Not that I am having any problems with him, but who is to say that things will stay the same, never to change? People change, circumstances change, feelings change, commitments change… I’m a pessimist, remember?

And the most important question is, have your desire to stay together changed, as well?

I am just a little afraid of losing this wonderful phase of my life to something called SHIT HAPPENS. Lucky for me, I am quite financially independent, so perhaps I’ll get away with it.

But what about the house? What about the home we used to own together? What’s gonna become of it? I can’t live with my mum, not anymore. Once I’ve tasted having my own place, it’s really tough to go back and share a room with her. And continuing to stay in this space which used to be ours… isn’t quite the option either.

It’s hard to believe, but I tend to remember some bits of the past too well, despite having some kind of a goldfish memory.

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Ok enough emo for now. Tomorrow’s a new work day. Whooopeee!

Cookie Loves Our Food.

Found this animated GIF… SO TRUE LOR!!!

Can’t find the picture of her on the table sticking her face into our food

25 Totally Random and Useless Facts About Me.

Taken off Facebook meme lor.

[1] I look awful in short hair because of my natural curls. They look best around mid-back kinda length.

[2] I am Miss Ang, and I love everything red (ang sek in Hokkien).

[3] Since secondary school, I’ve always had quite a bit of grey hair. Genes, I think.

[4] I discovered how lovely cats are after we got Latte in 2006 And there’s no turning back.

[5] I am a music video junkie. I spend most of my time on YouTube browsing through one after another.

[6] Have a weakness for eyeshadows in all colours of the rainbow, even though I don’t do any make-up unless for special occasions.

[7] My clothes are always covered in fur. Dark-coloured clothing + light colour cat fur = Fashion disaster.

[8] I almost always color my hair myself. Usually red-tints because it’s more flattering for me. Yellower shades of brown makes me look sallow.

[9] Love shoes, but my weirdly-shaped feet and intolerance for high heels means that I have to shift my love to…

[10] Bags. I love bags (usually the softer ones), like my mother. But I can’t seem to bring myself to shell out more than $200 for the yummy ones.

[11] I have quite a morbid depressive streak. Not many people have seen that dark side of me I kept well-hidden. Except my poor husband, of course.

[12] Zero stamina when it comes to playing games. Blame it on my sore-loser mentality

[13] The Little Mermaid is my favourite fairy tale of all time.

[14] An avid bathroom singer. Usually Mandarin tracks lah.

[15] Always thought that it would be nice to be a man. But I am still very much female lah.

[16] Helpless around children. And look at [11]. I don’t think I will be having kids. So stop asking already!!!

[17] I am super chorlor and unladylike. Nowadays I have quite the potty-mouth.

[18] Travelling is what I am living for now. To explore the world.

[19] Usually tolerant and forgiving of others’ shenanigans, until a tipping point. Hmm.

[20] It’s no secret that I am hopelessly addicted to the internet. HALP!

[21] I love my car. Always wanted a better sound system though. INNER LIAN ALERT!

[22] I don’t drink beer unless I am already drunk and wants to get drunk-er. Dislike the malt kor-kor taste leh.

[23] Always wanted to do advertising but doubt I’ll survive in the industry. What I do now is a nice, softer blend of advertising-related stuff.

[24] I switch between PC and Mac at a flash because I use both at work. Shortcuts and all, no problemo.

[25] Love flowers, but hate it if anybody has to spend money getting it for me. I love looking at them, but they are a perfect waste of money.

The Nua Machine.

Sometimes it’s not easy getting out of The Nua Machine. It churns, and it goes on and on and on and on and you just keep rolling inside of it.

You get hungry, but The Nua Machine doesn’t let go.

You get dizzy and groggy, but The Nua Machine never relents.

You struggle. You panic. You scream silently. The Nua Machine grips you tightly in its evil churn.

You are stuck.

Was Bleah, Now….

I was having a rotten day agonising over something that could or could not be trivial. I don’t know.

But I finished one trailer very the quickly, and I was rather pleased with the edit (if only I had a longer duration to work with)…

And I sent 2 cats to a caregiver for her to take care for the week (both just sterilised, one had a rusting fish hook on her hind leg *ouch*)… need to raise some money for the upkeep of the cats and also to thank the nice lady for the wonderful help.

And then I felt ok. Hmm.

Singing The Blues.

I am in a deep, dark blue place now. Where the way ahead is so dark, it’s almost, just almost pure black.

Sometimes sticking the head inside the oven might be a good idea. But I don’t have a gas oven.

Dammit.

Meet Barffie The Simpleton.

As most of you may know me, I am a simple person. No agendas, no plots, no intention to take over the world.

Just want to be happy, guilt-free (of course, don’t mention the food intake), and everyone around me to be happy.

So simple I am, many a times I get manipulated, convinced or even spurred to do something… without thinking through the implications. And only when shit hits the fan does the “OMFG WHAT DID I DO?!?!” reaction set in.

Of course, it always ends up with me being placed in the BARFFIE=BAD PERSON realm.

And to fulfill a promise, I make little attempt to try to clear things up. So that I would not break a promise. I am not a promise-breaker.

How silly.

Of course, I am not making any excuse for my wrong-doings. I say my SORRYs and I will try to remain neutral and hope that things will blow over soon.

I am not one of those who say I FORGIVE and then go around sowing seeds of discord. Or I try not to, anyway.

And so, I remain in the realm of BARFFIE=BAD PERSON to those not in the know.

I intend to let it stay that way.