don’t try, don’t know

Have you ever done something and in the aftermath, cringe at the very thought of it?

And I mean cringe with every soul, blood and bone of your body. I have, always had. It’ll take some time for me to forget, and till then, I cringe and cringe and cringe at the most sporadic moments each time I recall the happenings/moment.

I am starting to wonder if it’s the motto that I have been living by was also the one that puts me in such precarious position.

Don’t try, don’t know.

OMG, kill myselffffff. (see: cringing again)

Not even 10 days into 2010 and I am driving this year crazy wild.

For starters, I went for a much needed visit for both manicure and pedicure and man! I think I got the most gorgeous mani around! So cute, with a tinge of vintage vibe. I think the nails are very me, whatever that means.

(No pics for pedi. Toes turn out like crap ’cause midway, the boss got a new girl to take over. Girl has no absolute concept and the product is nothing like the picture I picked out. Blah.)

Rewinding to a few days ago on 2010 count down, time was well spent with Collin and a few darlings who are absolutely important to my life. Nothing beats that!

The last moments of 2009 was captured in B/W. It wasn’t that bad a year but we always wish that 2010 will be an even better (and more colourful) one!

There was a few not so good moments thus far, especially THAT day that I had to scream into the phone at my supplier. Hate myself for not keeping my calm but they always drive me so mad that I’m on the edge of tears. Never mind about that! The other days were jolly happy.

AND.

For the latest addition to the-things-that-make-me-cringe-uncontrollably, meh.

I got half deceived and half cajoled into doing a TV news interview by a university friend (Evelyn) for Channel U. The topic was on the blogshop trends and its relation to Singpost. Seriously, I think I talked like an idiot. It’s like verbal diarrhoea. Very bad, very very bad. That’s why I prefer not to talk ’cause I know very well I will probably say the wrong things. True enough, urg.

Collin’s mum commented that my face was round.

Collin could see through my desperate attempt to cover that PMS pimple.

There was some good comments for saving grace.
Thanks, you kind hearted souls.

But it’s ok. I’m not just selective memory, I’m also short term memory. For once, I am happy for being as such.

And that’s my 30 seconds to “fame”. And it has soon been verified that this is not the thing for me. Haha. Scurries to work on some other things that don’t involve talking.

Ending this pictorial entry with the fireworks we caught at our very kind host’s new penthouse abode during the new year countdown.

HAPPY 2010!

One Red Paper Clip for barter!

There’s a lot of crazy things happening around the world. And I mean, really crazy.

It started when I was googling for SingPost Postage Calculator and it brought me to this blog (http://harryman007.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html) who claimed that our beloved Singpost listed Cambodia as Kampuchea, Democratic Rep. Of, and the latter of course was wrong and in fact offensive as aptly put by the owner of the blog,

““Democratic Kampuchea” was the official name of the country during the genocidal Pol Pot regime during which almost half of the population was either killed, starved or worked to death.”

Urps, very grave and indeed unnecessary mistake. It’s like classifying Singapore as part of the Malaysian Federation. Urps.

Anyway, so I scrolled down a little bit more and came acrossed a post that says that someone is selling his identity. Which obviously isn’t right to me, for it undermines the heart and soul of what was taught in my course in NUS – Communications and New Media. Identity is important right?

So again, I googled and find out that this guy, Ian Usher, isn’t the first to pull such an act. But his, have to be one of the best I have to say. He is putting up for auction his house, his vehicles, his job, his friends and what has he at EBAY and intends to “walk out of my front door with my wallet in one pocket and my passport in the other, nothing else at all”.

Can you do that? I know I can’t. 

His ex-wife thinks he is abit mental. He probably is, giving away all that his life like that. But who is to judge? Perhaps identity isn’t that important as we all think it is.

The auction will start 22 June 2008 and will last for a week. You can read more about what’s in the package here: http://www.alife4sale.com/ (Isn’t it funny to talk about life as a tangible package that can be sold and purchased?)

So I googled somemore and came across a bundle of absurd things people do online. Absurd to “rational” beings but look who has the last laugh. If any, this one totally rock my socks: http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/

The introduction of the website reads:

“My name is Kyle MacDonald and I traded one red paperclip for a house. I started with one red paperclip on July 12 2005 and 14 trades later, on July 12, 2006 I traded with the Town of Kipling Saskatchewan for a house located at 503 Main Street.”

And that was exactly IT. Barter your way up from a paper clip to a house! Unbelieveable? Believe it! I think it take a dose of luck and lots, like loads of gut to do something like this. Go read how he barter off each of his item, some as dumb as a door knob. Like huh.

So look, I have a red paper clip too! Anyone want to trade something with me? I will travel anywhere within Singapore, and all I want is a MacBook Pro and an iPhone (and maybe an iMac too just to complete the set). Leave me a comment!