Murder.. Who Wrote?

Scene One
Some people just get away with murder. And some people don't. Luck? Humph! I believe it's called preferential treatment; the Inspector knows who the culprits are but as these culprits are dear to our dear Inspector, they get to scott off free! While those who diligently behave like good citizens are never rewarded and sometimes being ambushed by the Inspector!

I hate my life now. Very disillusioned with many things. And again I'm reminded the power of beliefs; without faith, there's nothing. And when the beliefs in my life are shaken by strong external force, I feel despondent, lost and defeated. I thought being adults makes people see things more clearly, but no.... they turn the table and use it to their advantage!

So.. as a result of them getting away scott free, the good citizens have to suffer. The good citizens have to clean up the mess of these culprits, suffering at the hands of more than 100 goonies while these culprits are given the liberty to erase whatever bad records that they did.

Talk about justice in the world. Humbug!


Scene Two
I'm sooooooooooooooo pissed that I can murder one fellow Potter now!!! I wouldn't call it fellow Potter. It should be called the Evil Potter. Evil to the point of blurting out untruth to the mass and embarrassed some of our fellow Potters and undermining our integrity. And I'm one of the embarrassed one. It wanted one of the kilns at the highest floor. So to elevate itself, it needed to make the rest of the Potters look bad. Real bad. Stoopid Potter! Insipid, demonical Potter. Thou shall cease to be a friend. Thou shall be looked upon as the Potter Who Lost Its Light..

*twenty28eight had written this nearly a month ago but due to her inefficiency to run with time, she can only publish it now (17 Nov 2005). In other words, she has NO TIME.

Too Many Work + Deadline = No Life + Depression

Nowadays.. I'm in a trance-like state. You know when you feel that out-of-body experience.. how you actually can see that you're talking as if you're another person but actually you are still you? Like as if your spirit is floating out of your body and you can see from another angle? A-ha.. that kind of state.

I attribute it to the following factors:

1. too many deadlines to meet within a short span of time
2. lack of exercise and healthy diet (there was a week that The Potters kept ordering fast food everyday!)
3. not enough rest and sleep (I can actually achieve that gothic look even without trying)
4. evaluating the goonies' assignment (which god knows what language they are using!)
5. no life (as MasterWong claims: LOSERS! The week that The Potters kept ordering fast food was the week that we stayed back until 8 p.m. ++)

As a result:

1. I had a major fall-out with my long time friends (which is now repaired due to our impossibly 16-year-old friendship)
2. I have a phobia with anything that has a screen and keyboard (which has healed now or else how can I upload my blog)
3. I stayed in my room instead of spending quality time with my family (either doing work or catching up with sleep)
4. I have not watched a movie for nearly a month!!
5. Every night before I sleep, I wish I can tell all these to someone and feel better about myself.

But anyway.. life goes on. And lucky for me, depression hasn't set in yet. Unlike my neighbours, PinkMonkie and PurringFeline. Depression hang around their neck like a thick chunky chain for a week. One after one another. Imagine that? A depressed monkey. And a depressed cat. Life was bleak then.

But both of them have recovered now. With zeal. Somehow, I don't know which one's better; their depressed mode or PinkMonkie singing with gusto and PurringFeline sitting at our corner and kept wanting us to talk to her.

Well.. depression just didn't 'bunk in' our area. LaneigeQueen was also affected. But hers was more of a stress. For the five years I've known her, this is the first time I saw her without a smile for two weeks!!! Can you believe that? Now she's rejuvenated. Luckily or else she cannot maintain her throne.

Sigh.. still have a few piles of the goonies' assignment to evaluate. But till then, I'm eagerly waiting for CHARM to start at 2230. Talk about having no life..

My Friend

I have lost a friend
A friend who's so dearest
To me
A friend whom I willingly
Lay my life down for
Just as I believe
She would also do so for me

A friend who kept
My darkest secret
And nursed me back to health
When I was ill
A friend who hugged me
When I'm down
And sang
To put the smile back on me

I know she's happy somewhere
Leading her new life in bliss
But I do wish sometimes
That she would be around
When I feel sad
And in need

Coffee, Tea and Oreo Cookies Drink

I have been going home late from work for the past one week except for Friday. I never know how the sun looks like because when I came out of the house to work, it was still dark and when I went home, it had become dark too. Hmm.. now to think of it, I seem to work as a Vampire Slayer, not Moulder of the Nation a.k.a The Potter (the person who does the pottery, not the the Boy Who Lives).

Having enough of I-don't-have-life conversation in my head and deciding to tan my pallid self, I wanted to 'chao' early on Friday (at 1235) but as usual, because I am The Potter and the rest of my neighbours are The Potters too, we only left 2 hours later.

So here we were, The Four Potters, trudging our way at Orchard Road at 1445. One of us, LaneigeQueen, was marvelling at the fact that there were so many people at such a particular time.

"Aiyah, LaneigeQueen. All these people are so boh liao. Not like us," I tried to justify the situation.

"Hmm.." was LaneigeQueen's answer because besides being the Queen of Laneige, she is also one of the numeric intellects. So I guess she was breaking down my answers into several reasonable formulae.

Soon LaneigeQueen had to leave because it was her son's birthday (Happy Birthday, LaneigePrince!). And that leaves I, PinkMonkie (my on-and-off nemesis; refer to previous entry) and P.H.Y.S.I.C.S (People.Has.Yet.Seen.Individualism.Create.Siaoness).

After walking around (this was supposed to release our stress but now we create another stress; our backbones and feet!), we decided to sit down at Project Shop Cafe when there was a heavy downpour which hindered us from going home.

Coffee. Tea. And Oreo Cookies drink. Just the drinks to wind us down.

"Maybe we should do this again next week."

"Okay, but must be before fasting."

"Which day are we free?"

"Hmm.. Monday? After the papers?"

"Cannot! SEM meeting remember?"

"Tuesday?"

"Aiyah.. I have course lah."

"Wednesday?"

"I thought we have.."

And the conversation between The Three Potters continued, without finality, because the job of A Potter never ends, even when the day ends.

*twenty28eight is currently trying to muster up enough determination and zeal to start on her SEM report, birthday cards and her notes for her seminar on quadratic functions*

Pom-Pom-Pom, Anyone?

I was sitting at my overloaded-with-paper-cum-memorabilia worktable when I heard this overly girlish giggle by my neighbour, PinkMonkie. PinkMonkie, by the way, had claimed that I had too much time in hand; that's why I kept hogging on my blog. Finally, after more than five minutes of coyish female giggle (which I know she purposely did to attract my attention), I turned to her and asked, "Okay... what is it?"

And as any coyish female wannabe, she flipped her hair, turned to me, blinked her mascara-laden eyes and answered, "Nothing.. heehee.."

"Come on, PinkMonkie! You've been giggling non-stop. Surely there's something..."

"No lah. No lah. You just read my blog, okay?" came the sweet-saccharine reply.

"Fine. Now you're updating your blog? I thought you were busy. Tsk!"

Ignoring her, I just continued with my work, trying very hard to shut out the catch-me-every-three-seconds giggle. At the end of the day, I was curious what she had written that evoked such strong giggle from her. And guess what? I nearly murder her with my bare hands!

In her newly written blog, PinkMonkie described me as 'looks beyond her age, and doesn't act her age'!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......... In other word, I am OLD!!! I wanted to strangle her feminine neck but maybe heaven was protecting her; she was nowhere to be found!

The word OLD is very sensitive to me, especially when I'm reaching the big three zero soon. OLD is for grandmother, OLD is for aunties and OLD is for ah-sohs! Not someone who is petite and cute like moi! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh..........

But sigh... the reality is, I AM OLD. I used to clock less than 13 minutes to run 2.4 km, but now I can't even climb 4 storeys without panting. I used to be able to go training when I'm fasting, but now I can't even fast a day without thinking of the food that I miss. I used to dance whenever I listened to music, but now all I think about is I haven't finish my work. I used to have blemish-free, clear complexion, but now my face can act as a topo map.

Get it?

So back to my devious plan of strangling PinkMonkie to her last breath, I finally found her at her table.

"So, have you read my blog?" she asked sweetly, oblivious to the fact that in a few minutes, she will be a DEAD PinkMonkie.

"You called me old?!?! You're gonna be sooooooooooo dead!!!"

"Aiyah, you're old, what. I'm not lying." she protested.

At that moment, I saw MalayGuru sitting at her usual corner, rushing to finish up her pile. I rushed to her and stood so near her that she could do nothing but to look up and acknowledge me.

"MalayGuru, MalayGuru. I seek you to redress this issue," I appealed.

"What is it, Lady28? I'm in a middle of some.."

"Do I look old?"

Behind me, I heard a snort-cum-giggle (from who else but the going-to-be-dead-soon PinkMonkie). I ignored such distraction and looked imploringly to MalayGuru.

"Err.. well.. err.. you don't look old, you know.." MalayGuru's voice trailed.

"I told you, PinkMonkie! I'm not old! MalayGuru said so!" I said indignantly.

"If you say so.. hmph.." replied PinkMonkie, giving me I-can't-believe-you-think-you're-still-young look.

In the end, PinkMonkie survived from being assassinated by me. I was partially pleased by MalayGuru's partiality. But I guess, MalayGuru's partiality was a result of her wanting to get me off her back. Literally.

So here I am, peering through the mirror, for any signs of wrinkles and old age. Sammi Cheng is so lucky.

Pom-pom-pom, anyone?

*twenty28eight had recently be commented by JaroGee that she has wrinkles and is advised by PurringFeline to have enough sleep to maintain her youth*