Cheat Work Thursday

People who say old photos should be kept because of their historical values are lying. Some time ago, while we were talking and watching movies at home (parents' place), someone took out our collection of old photos, which I'd already forgotten about, and we ended up laughing the whole hour looking at them. Since that day, I've been meaning to secretly throw away those photos that I don't like (we'll skip the psychoanalysis of this) and finally got to do so when I was there last Friday to fetch my parents. So I quickly went through the photos in my room and took them out one after another without thinking. How come I was so comot in most of these? Look at those of my siblings', they were at least acceptable . Or maybe, maybe... these people have already taken out the old photos that they don't like. Hah, no wonder I couldn't find their ugly photos. Sneaky. So, I did leave some of those ok ones in the albums (in the end I decided that I do sti...

I don't follow SYTYCD, but I saw this last weekend while flipping channels, waiting for my mother to get ready, and immediately fell in love with the song and the performance -- I don't know which one is more. I read this morning that the singer's career was practically launched by the show. The judges commented that the male dancer Billy didn't seem to connect with his partner, but I thought I saw his vulnerability and their connection. Then I saw this , The Garden by Mirah, and I like it too! ........... Ok, I'll love more of this if I watch more. Have a good week, everyone.

Prologue I. I might need to stay up for a bit tonight. Prologue II. Do you know how carpenters (in movies) have those lean muscles? It's because their work is so physically demanding! _____ I thought of cleaning the house more than the usual weekly do this week: Get the carpet cleaned, move the sofa and shelves, actually sweep and mop those spots that have never been swept and mopped since 1971, and throw away stuff that I'm not going to use anymore and stuff that I don't even know who put them in this house in the first place. So there's this dumb TV rack that has been sitting at the corner of my living room for ages. It's not mine. The owner of the rack promised to pick it up "in a couple of months". And that was four years ago. The apartment only collects small garbage and doesn't allow us to throw our old furniture in the garbage house. One -- I swear the garbage house is full of old furniture every day. Now you wonder how they get th...

I sell my services for a living. I'm guilty of using some lame sales words myself, but I think nothing is worse than "Don't you want to achieve something for yourself?" spoken over the phone by a sales rep of a fitness centre. Dude, you'll cry if I start listing out my achievements. (Note: In real life, I do not condone the act of showing off and thinking so highly of oneself.)

I've been to a gym a few times before. But I've only exercised in there o-n-c-e. The other times, I was only relaxing at the steam room and sauna with a friend, then we went to have a drink at the cafe or juice bar? I can't remember. The only one time that I exercised, I was in the BodyJam class. It was... ok. But I'm not going back unless paid. There were years when I could eat whatever I wanted and still wear an XS. And I rarely worked out too. Maybe once every two years. Or five. Oh those times, and the magic of cooperative metabolism... Since I'm vain and still want to be in shape when I'm 40 (because, you know, Halle Berry is), or if we are being realistic, I need that shape more like now, I realize I have to start watching what I eat and... exercise! I still hate the gym. I've tried running but it never lasts. I run for a week, then I hibernate for eight months. Running around in circles really is torturous. Swimming is the only exercise ...

I was born tone-deaf and with two left feet. But sometimes when I'm alone in my car or in my room, I do alright. I'm currently listening to Grenade . I have to blog my thoughts on Justin Bi*b*r and pop culture: Spending hours on the internet on a Saturday night Squeezing some time out of my busy adult schedule, checking pop culture on the internet, I notice adults in general can't stand Justin Bi*b*r and would love the chance to crucify knock some sense into any kids screaming for him. Come on, whether you are 30 or 50, you were 15 once. At some point in your life, you must have been into pop culture too. And admit it, there are things that you are embarrassed about obsessing or find funny now: hairstyle, way of networking, choice of music, clothes and more! Let the today's 15-year-olds have their time, shall we? The bowl-cut hair? Please, we soo... have seen the '80s. I don't want to name names, but God was probably mad at the whole entertainment ind...

*Nods meaningfully.* The process of looking for some red thread has taught me that today. First, I can't sew just like I can't cook, but I believe in the power of visualization. I get up very quickly from bed every morning, visualizing what breakfast I'm going to have that day. Second, I have this loose Thai pants that I wear to sleep that is a bit too long. I've been wearing it for quite some time, but today I thought the extra length was bothering me. So I was all ambitious and cut the legs off, folded and ironed the hem nicely, and took out the sewing kit that I must have gotten from a hotel somewhere. Halfway sewing* (*stitching), I ran out of red thread. I could continue using other colour thread but that would risk me losing sleep at night. I checked around the house, in case, just in case, I had subconsciously prepared myself for this situation and taken every sewing kit I found every time I slept in a hotel. Unfortunately, it looks like that was the ...

"The spelling! How come your friend didn't get arrested already with her spelling?" "What? Everyone understands them." " NOO . And look, does anyone realize how public this is? Since when are we sharing private jokes and stories with our neighbours, and cousins, and ex-schoolmates that we only spoke 2 and 1/2 words to in school? This one, didn't you hear how huge an a**hole he was in school?" "And this was... 12 years ago, right...?" "This girl, and that neighbour... we have never spoken to them all our lives, why are we letting them know the inside scoop now?" " You ---- have never spoken to them." "You are missing the point. Aren't people keeping things to themselves anymore these days? Aren't some of these rants or photos or stories or exchanges... sacred, or something?" "These are just normal photos and conversations." "What happens to private e-mail, SMS and phone ...

About 20 pages reading it, I knew this was the fiction version of The Innocent Man . The Confession is a story of Donte Drumm, a young African-American man who was wrongly convicted for murder and detained for nine years on the death row -- a gory account of miscarriage of justice and death penalty. But since I am a loyal follower, I continued reading it, assuming the ending would turn out exactly like The Innocent Man. Then, of course, I had to scan the last pages to find out the ending. (Is this the part where it's my social responsibility to warn you that a spoiler is coming in the next paragraph? Because as I've told you, I love spoilers. Ninety-eight percent of the time, I wouldn't watch a movie or read a book without knowing exactly how it ends. Why wait?) So let me help you... No, the ending was the exact opposite of The Innocent Man. So it was worth the 400 over pages. Grisham was so obvious in this book, painting the characters that we are not supp...

_____ The cold is gone. So is half of my voice. The long weekend is over. Time to leave the sofa. Image: "Black and Blue" and "Dresses", created on Polyvore