Coherent Gibberish

been awhile

2006-10-16T21:09:00.000+08:00

well...it is been awhile since i have posted, and my life has changed quite a bit since then. Back in school..I like being back in school (not specifically liking the specific school, but really enjoy being a student again) where stress/pressure is in a logical context.. (at least it is something, i understand more)

True or Not?

2006-03-08T13:19:00.000+08:00

Your Career Type: Enterprising

You are engertic, ambitious, and sociable.

Your talents lie in politics, leading people, and selling things or ideas.

You would make an excellent:

Auctioneer - Bank President - Camp Director

City Manager - Judge - Lawyer

Recreation Leader - Real Estate Agent - Sales Person

School Principal - Travel Agent - TV Newscaster

The worst career options for your are investigative careers, like mathematician or architect.

What's Your Ideal Career?

Um.. That’s a bit too much! You Greedy Girl!

2006-02-22T12:09:00.000+08:00

It is strange, the feeling you get when even with a entire cupboard full of clothing, you can think that you have nothing to wear, nothing appropriate for the event/work, nothing that reflects on your personality.

I get that feeling sometimes. It is really strange, case in point; I have 4 white buttoned down shirts, and I still think that I need one more because, none of the shirt are short sleeves, and I don’t really want to fold up my shirts sleeves sometimes.

I have about $1K worth of cosmetics, it is a mind-boggling amount of money and an entire product range that I do not use (I am glad; I didn’t pay for a good chunk of it, but still!!). I am one of those people who leave the house with barely anything, and on the days when I tell myself I really need to use some of the stash I have, the amount I put on my face is sparse.

$1K, that is a ridiculous amount of money, I could have put the money into so many better causes. I can go traveling, buy more books, put it in to my driving fund (that’s another story) and I can SAVE!! Instead, the $1K worth of stash is staring at me on my dresser, barely being used.

Duh!!

2006-02-22T09:50:00.000+08:00

Of course, I really do like to read!!
I really keep absolutely useless information!!

Hehe..Book Snob.. I Like

Definitely Me!!

2006-02-22T09:49:00.000+08:00

You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every

book ever published. You are a fountain of

endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and

never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any

question people ask, and have thus been

nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their

grammar and insult their paperbacks.

What Kind of Elitist Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Blast

2006-02-17T10:01:00.000+08:00

Was at Kino; browsing, walking around, soaking in the smell of new books, replenishing my soul.

When a blast was heard, I was no more than 10m away from the blast.

No idea why the blast came by, or how or where exactly.

For a moment, my first thought was that the blast was a bomb blast. But there was no fire, commotion or anything, just couple of strains of loud sounds and a burning smell.

All the people around me sort of looked around, and realised that no one was panicking or hysterical continued on browsing.

Thinking that I do not want to stay any longer in Kino (it was time to go home, when you hear a blast, no matter what was the cause of the blast), coz it is the sane thing to do, and also the most comfortable and instinctive thing to do.

Reflecting, I think the blast was no more than pyrotechnics going off for a Breitling event happening at the atrium. But for a moment, it was damn scary, and my heart almost leaped out of my heart.

In 3 days, I have witnessed more drama than I wanted to in a week. I live next to an execution style murder & heard a real loud blast. Did I mention I saw a pane of glass mysteriously broken at Spinelli Amara.?

My sense of security is a tiny bit rocked… Looking forward to the weekend where I will be meeting my friends (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY), spend some time at FUN-O-RAMA and remember that younger/ slightly more innocent me again.

Hopefully, the dosage of laughter, friendships, and wonderful re-collections will make up for all the peripheral drama.

My estate has turned ghetto

2006-02-16T11:05:00.000+08:00

I like my estate. It is generally peaceful, quiet, unassuming, and generally people mind their own business.

Something terrible happened, and my estate has become a crime scene. “An execution-style” murder happened in one of the homes. The media, the police, their reserve unit and miscellaneous random people all descended onto my estate.

I have never associated crime with my estate. It normally happens in the ‘ghetto-areas’ where the mix of flats are 1-3 room flats, where there are lots of foreign ‘talent’ living.
My estate is not like that, it is part of Marine Parade and if you do not know (this is a good GRC to be in, the lead MP is the ex-PM turned SM. How can such a little quiet estate be the locale for such a terrible incident?

The crime in itself was particularly surreal; it does not seem like something that happens in real life (at least not in my frame of real life). I don’t want to go into detail of the incident, because my blog has always been and always been fairly mild, cozy and tame. I think describing of the crime will somewhat taint my blog.

A mere 100m away from house, that was the crime scene. A crime committed early in the morning. Committed no more than 200m aways from schools. I wonder how many children walked past the scene and heard the shots while they walked to school.

A crime that begs questions, where answers are few, probably unpleasant.

The crime happened in my estate...

Tis the Season of Celebration.

2006-02-15T13:07:00.000+08:00

Sorry for the lack of entry since my Birthday. I am not a conscientious diarist. I always love December. It is the season for reflection, changes and simple celebration.

After December, come January and February (this is where we are now). Right in the middle of February, it is the 15th today. While, the middle of February is not technically 15 (February has only 28 days), I always associate the 15th with the middle of the month. Methinks, it’s because I am a creature of habit.

Interesting to note, a ridiculous amount of holidays fall within this 3 months, there is Christmas, New Year, Hari Raya Haji & Chinese New Year. With so many holidays, the office environment becomes more relaxed, friends & family meet up more often and we generally get a bit fatter because of all the feasting and merrying.

My celebrations have not yet ended. (This is the weekend where I celebrate the quarter century milestone of a great friend, as well as birthdays of some other friends). This will be the week of yet more feasting, jolly-making and general happy occurrence.

While, I have been fairly reflective/melancholy, it always happens when one goes through 3months of celebrations (the lows are always there to balance the high). I have made a little resolution, (I hate resolutions), and I intend to celebrate this season this year.

I am going to celebrate all the highs and lows of the year; I am going to celebrate the good, the bad, the ugly, the mundane, and the dull.

While I have a great many gripes about my life, and the way I am living it, I am going to make a “paradigm shift” and basically enjoy it. Cutting down on psycho-analysis, and focusing more on living, I am going to live my life in sort of a celebration just because I can (I don’t really have yucky stuff going on, I just don’t seem to be advancing/progressing the way I imagined myself to),

Older

2005-12-16T14:24:00.000+08:00

It's my Birthday today.

Let's do a list of the things that i am grateful for. I am gonna keep it to top 5..Otherwise I might be too long..

So in no particular order:

1) Family:- Even though I have said that it is in no particular order, I reckon this will be real high up. Grateful that:
- They are always around
- I know that they love me always/ unconditionally.
- Dad/Mom/Merrill/Kong... They capture my soul.
- I know that they are endlessly supportive and allow me to be any version of myself including the most yucky.
- I have never doubted that they love me
- They are willing to the stuff I want to do (Mahjong/Bridge/Korean Drama/Food/SATC/West Wing)
- They never gave me the opporturnity to doubt the stability/the wonder of the world
- They are as close to the manifestation of God's Greatest Love on earth

2) Friends:- My angels.
- Totally understanding
- Constantly Supportive
- Able to put up with my crap/ and sometimes pretend to like it
- Always Generous
- They capture my soul too..

3)Experiences
- I am older/ hopefully wiser.

4) Laughter.

The ability to Laugh at Me

5) GOD- For providing all of the above. Sorry that I sometimes forget to worship you/chat with u/ give thanks to u/surrender all to you.
You always know my failings..

apple pie

2005-11-28T12:45:00.001+08:00

Took a little silly personality test (courtesy of ismenique's blog), apparently I am apple pie..

I like tradtion, I take comfort in the common things.

Couple of years/months back, if you said that I like tradition, dislike change, I would have screamed and declared the free-spirit/ non-conformist. Now I realise that I like consistency.. I take comfort in normal. (I want to fly and explore (but I want to know that when I land I have the safety net)..The safety net that i have increasingly come to appreciate with a greater intensity.

I like my safety net (a completed net woven by the unwavering love and support from Friends & Family and the God's blessing)

2005-11-28T12:45:00.000+08:00

You Are Apple Pie

You're the perfect combo of comforting and traditional
Those who like you crave security

What Kind of Pie Are You?

smart writings

2005-10-31T10:40:00.000+08:00

My Definition of a great book:

1) Thought-provoking
2) Great Writing
3) Wonderful cover and paper quality
4) Size. (Not too Big, Not too small)

Penguin came out a great series of books. A series titled Great Ideas.
A great marketing campaign is what it is.

It is:
1) Thought provoking (Great Ideas !!)
2) Great Writing (MAry Wollenscroft/ George Orwell!!)
3) Great Cover !!(very intelligent looking)
4) Size (just great to bring it all over the place)

Given that I am really susceptible to books, I gave in to my desire and bought George Orwell's On Writing.

realisations

2005-10-11T21:21:00.000+08:00

I realise that I do not like loud noises

I realise that I do not like screaming

I realise that I do not like confrontations

I realise that I do not like stress

I realise that I take comfort in order

I realise that I like a semblance of orderliness

I realise that I am crap at confrontations

I realise that in a knockout, I wll be quickly knocked out

I realise that I am not too street-smart

I realise that I am not too tough

24HourDays

2005-10-11T10:11:00.000+08:00

If one went into the office at 9plus in the morning and left at 9plus at night.. This person would have spent 12plus hours in the office.

Why is it that after spending 12ridiculously long hours, I am still the 4th person in the office to leave, and the rest of my colleagues putting in 18-20hrs. Am I less responsible, more lazy, less committed to my work then the rest!!

Worst part of it is that, a good portion of my clients were still in the office at the ungodly hour of 2am..

Is this work ..18-20hours days..

Not Me..I think

2005-10-07T21:58:00.000+08:00

My absolute favourite pastime is reading. Love to read. And Biographies (Auto/ or not)are one of my favourite sort of book categories.
Biographies are generally about famous ppl, successful/note-worthy in their chosen field and have done well enough to have a life story worth telling/publishing and read.
When I read biographies, I marvel about their lifes/their trials/their highs (which they will inevitably have because life is a cycle)..I wonder what sort of personalities become protagonist of these biographies.

As i read more and more, I realise that I don't have a personality to ever have a biography/ or even want that personality.

Just finished the Anna Wintour Biography, and heard dad talked abt a docmentary featuring the life of Peter Lawford.
Their lives (glamourously as they were) are not lives that I think i will ever lead.

I don't think I can afford the oporturnity cost.

I am going to live my own kind of simple life...and while I will once in a while, covert a great deal of excitement/legacy/drama..

I am contend in my small corner creating my own simple life

still silly

2005-10-07T21:41:00.000+08:00

There are some distinct characteristics that is associated with a person. "Oh, she is so nice""Oh he is so charismatic"..and so on.

But for me, I guez the characteristic that will be associated with me is: "she is so..sharon"..duh

The reason why ppl are so often rendered speechless when it comes to adjectives to describe me is not because i have such a wonderfully enigmatic personality that will cause one speechless while describing me, or I am so yucky a person that they can't really find any polite phrases in their lexicon to describe..I am not either of that extreme..I am just so extremely silly/careless/bumbling that by saying..." she is so sharon" will describe me perfectly..

Case In Point:

1) See bus at a distance
2) Runs gingerly on high heels on overhead bridge (thinking mentally that the bus is too far away, thus will miss it, and subsequently fall, as I always do)
3) Fall on the 2nd last step of the overhead bridge (see, what happens when one does not heed inner voice)
4) 6 bruises, 2 holes on nice pants, dishevelled appearance, crumpling of superior's new, expensive, flavour of the month book
5) Miss Bus..

Note to self: Listen to inner instincts, always rights.. Inner Instinct has known Sharon Longer than Sharon has known herself...
Never Run on High Heels..Really not so graceful!!

So..u see ..I am Still Silly
..And I have yet again done another "Sharon"

silly conversations

2005-10-03T22:00:00.000+08:00

I love silly conversations.

I love talking about nothing

I love how good friends can always make silly conversations.

I love talking about nothing with good friends

happy flower

2005-09-28T20:33:00.000+08:00

I don't remember

2005-09-27T07:39:00.000+08:00

I think I am gettin old.

I don't remember the stuff I learn from UNI... Sure I can remember speckling of info (what is democracy, what happened in ww2) but I dont remember other things.

I was helping fer help her sis..and I realise I dont know..dont remember alot alot of my old Ps Stuff...information that I used to carry as a badge of honour of the expensive edcation that I had the honour and oporturnity to attend.

Why are some people more special than others?

2005-09-26T20:03:00.000+08:00

There is this quote in Animal Farm that says "All Men are equal, but some more equal than others'

there is great wisdom from these words of George Orwell, while it is unfortunate and somewhat sad, i hear myself re-iterating this statement often.

i wonder what is it with some people, why is it when they say something I/people listen more closely, remember it, quote it, decipher it and all round mull about it.
What is in their charm,their charisma that does that??

Will i create the same effect on other people, or specifically on ppl that I want them to mull over the same exact conversation as I had, or do they juz treat it as another random coversation they have with some other person.

I do that a lot, treat some conversations I have had with ppl to be mere speaking/talking...no other additional value. ( I hope the people that I want to take what I said with thought, emotions will mull over).

So, why are some people more special than others? specifically why are some people more special than others to me..

of course, my parents/family have that effect on me. but i have known them for so long, and know exactly where i stand with them...I knoe they are special to me and I know I am special to them..

some of my friends have that effect on me too...

so..the real question is: Am I special (More Equal) to the person, that I think is more special and more equal.

Well, It is not Compatible

2005-09-26T14:12:00.000+08:00

CREATIVE ZEN MICROs ARE NOT COMPATIBLE WITH MACS

AH AH..

Why????

Who wants a 5 month old Pink Creative Zen Micro???

I am willing to sell it for a very minimal sum..WHO WANTS??

MAC MINI

2005-09-19T22:53:00.000+08:00

This is going to be incrediblely funny, if the MAC Mini cannot support Creative Zen Micro. HA HA..

Please tell me otherwise. Have to call creative first thing tomorrow.

Yet another reason why I should Have Gotten an Ipod:

1) Creative Support is in ulu Jurong, Apple is everywhere else.
2) Apple is a whole lot nice
3) Apple is a whole lot cooler
4) Can't think of any others right now

l need to write more

2005-09-19T19:12:00.000+08:00

I need to write more...

And I am going to start tonight, when I reach home. I am going to write on my new MAC... I am a MAC user now (is it the dark side or the enlightened side) I really do not know. I really hope that the MAC will live up to expectations.. It has to, I pitched, marketed it for the last 2 months, it has to be great.

It must be great, have to be great. My MAC MINI..let me luv ya.

for mei

2005-07-28T11:02:00.001+08:00

This is for MEI!!. Thank you for my first post. Ha ha. Yup, I have not been blogging in eons.. The last time I blogged, I used Multiply (which I blogged a grand total of 1 time). Not saying very much about me (and my blogging/diarying habits).
Well. I actually think that blogging is a great source for one to ramble about their lifes and thoughts, and I really should be alot more active and more consistent in my blogging. But, I have always procrasinated, lazed and generally blew hot and cold abt blogging (I blame it sorely on my lazy gene) heh.
Mei, I do not succumb to buyin Vanity Fair anymore. I simply make a point to buy EVERY SINGLE ISSUE..So, it is just worked in to my monthly expense as a constant..
But, I am always tempted to buy Vogue too..and that is very bad.(that will make my total expense for magazines alone to be upwards of $30 a month..) cannot..but it is always so tempting
Vanity Fair is really my last vehicle, no my only vehicle to something more intellectual, more inspiring and more vogue, culturally aware..
Mei, I will try to blog more

hongkong

2005-05-20T09:58:00.000+08:00

Was in Hongkong last week, with the parents and the family
Mom was in particular most excited about the trip...this is the first overseas trip (flying) with the whole family (mom, dad, bro and me) together in 6 yrs..which is stunning considering that in the past 6 years, the family has done our own share of great travelling, Europe, Oz land..
and we have not travelled together..weird..
Best bits of trip: bridge and taiti in the hotel room (always my favourite part, when I am hol with the parents)- It is the family's quiet, quality time....and it is always great. My badge of honour to show and to reassure me that my family is the tight unit that we are...and the bragging point that my parents are all the more cooler than the parents of others.
Yucky Bits of trip: Shenzhen (mistake and castrophy waitin to happen- alien language for dad, long travelling distance, absolute nothingness of shenzhen, other than tall buildings that are not filled with the messiness and wonderfulness of ppl and communities. ) of course it had good things....the only thing that drove us to shenzhen was shopping....
Well....that did not quite disappoint as much..bought faux tods mocassins (3 colours- biege, brown and orange) the orange was the nicest that inspired a faux tods bag...in orange... too...
ohh..and also frank muller crazy horse watch...still trying to learn to tell the time with that watch...hahaha
I am a bad, bad bad girl to buy pirated, fake products that totally disrepects the authencity and the wonderfulness of designers in tods and frank muller... a disgrace and absolute disregard to the history of these wonderful brands.
But, if i had one redeeming defence ..it is that i absolutely adore the stuff that i bought and having seen them in vogue, marie claire, glamour, vanity fair and these wonderful magazine..i dreamt, cavorted, salivated over them...and if i had the moolah...would have happily paid for it...but alas i dont have the moolah...
in the hopefully forseeable future that i will have this ability to spend ( and i will) ...i will step in legitimately to these shops and buy them...but now...let me enjoy its mere homage for a while.

writing again

2005-05-20T09:26:00.000+08:00

Hello,

I am writing again, met with my best pals on Wednesday and for some inane reason we talked about blogging.
Strange that they did not know I blogged...haha. (or that 1 time).
But i was encouraged to start and now..I am starting again.

Don't really know what to write really, I think worklife has actually seeped out creativity from me...
I lack that youthful enthusiasm, recklessness, craziness that so defined me not so very long ago.
Maybe this will be the cataylst, the little avenue for me to discover the little part of me that is missing, buried and lost in the pile and the mundane nature of life....
I pray and beg for it to come back...

what's blogging

2003-11-18T17:36:00.000+08:00

I wonder what's with blogging. There's some sort of ego involved, you hope on some level that someone, make it the whole web community will read your work. That's the ego part.
But, at the same time simply because of the sheer magnitude of the web, one question really how many will. With the thousands and possible millions of blog users, there's a certain anoymity in an online blog. You can write with the perception that indeed there are thousands and millions of people reading it, but really you are writing for yourself, and perhaps the friend that went to your site, simply because, he or she is your friend. And not because this is the next literary gem.
This sort of anoymity is at levels sad and comforting, almost like the feeling of standing all alone in a crowd. You cherish the individual that is you, but hope for the companionship that's sorta around you

my writings

2003-11-18T17:16:00.000+08:00

My writings- Started couple of months back, lacked impetus to continue. Maybe now I will.

This is a common happening, we meet for dinner (or maybe one of those meals) and outlandish conversations inadvertently occur. I really do not know whether is the group outlandish, or that particular individuals are outlandish, or heaven forbid –just me. That’s pretty much the consensus that the rest have, that the catalyst for all these outlandish conversation is me. Well, I don’t quite know about that, I cannot really credit all of this to me, my ego isn’t really quite that big, actually it is. Yeah, the reason why outlandish conversations occur in the group is me. There, I said it.
But, if that was the case, on some level I am definitely wasting tones of the group time, in conversations that do not mean very much, and simply go on and on and on, you get my drift, like circles. As if, you have not as far realized, the last two paragraphs, and if my word check is correct, the last 163 words is really about nothing. It’s been pretty much gibberish.
But, that’s just it. It can’t be just gibberish, it has to be more than that. It has to be. (At least I try to tell myself very hard that it is) Random thoughts and ideas, ridiculous uttering, strange labels, and the same old topics, topics that seemingly can’t be solved dominate these conversations. My mom, like many others ask, ‘How on earth do you have so much to talk about?’ The answer is simple, I don’t know. Maybe, it’s the pleasure of the company, maybe we really do have a lot of issues to talk about, maybe we don’t have that many issues to deal with, and thus we continue on talking about the little issues that we have and beat it to death. If, we really do have huge life- threatening issues, do you still think we have time to have such inane conversations? I doubt it. But, this story isn’t about people with huge issues. We don’t face hunger; famine, war, suicides, serious depressions, joblessness, handicaps, and none of us really do have huge chips on our shoulder. Little ones, we have (by the way, are huge chips, still chips). However, if we were to use the old adage, isn’t a problem huge, merely because it’s mine.
That’s why I title this book, novella, article, whatever, I haven’t quite decided. (More to the point, I don’t know where it is leading me yet) Coherent Gibberish. I knew about the title, instinctively, somewhere in the first paragraph. This is not the first time, I have used this phrase and I doubt it’s the last time I use this phrase. I have not heard from any one else but me, this phrase. That’s my point, I seem to be able to invent phrases and ideas, or simply look at things at a point so very different from another. Maybe, that’s where I have justification to be ego about, my hubris: the fact that I have intellect and a mind. Yet, I actually doubt it, I think (it’s more like it know) that many people have such outlandish ideas too, it’s just that my ego demands that I tell all and sundry about it, where else, another will simply keep to him/herself, and go on with life. I will however, air it; force it out in the open for discussion. Somehow, I feel that these ideas are indeed important and demand its place in the sun.
That’s why; while such random thoughts are gibberish and in the grand scheme of life and things do not really matter very much. I think that they form the very fabric and focus that is real life. The so-called intangibles, the difficult to explain, the reason why many spent money on expensive seminars, read self-help books or go into some mountain somewhere nowhere to discover. The need to discover overwhelms some more than the others. My mother’s generation and the seemingly practical amongst us will think that I am a very privileged person, to be even pondering about this, and not out on my butt fighting for my very existence. The old Teochew adage, if I can translate goes: ‘ Eat already, Nothing to do’ is my mom’s description of this state. Some truth in it no doubt, as all mothers’ mantras go, they normally are all true on some levels.
I maintain though, there is some inherent logic, purpose, thought that go through all this, I just have to plough through this. Which probably is why, it takes such a long time, and why we have endless conversations about it. It’s most definitely there somewhere. Almost like life, don’t you see, you muddle through it, and hope for that ‘aha’ moment. Some get it early on in life, good for those, although I doubt there are many, and even they did, I really doubt that they have the complete, end all and be all of it. If they say they do, they are lying or not looking close or deep enough. Some get it late I life, more likely, but not very useful by then, at your deathbed going I see, I see. Still, I doubt you get then. Most use religion, as a source, I am one of them, religion or faith seems interchangeable in the modern rhetoric, I doubt it’s the same though. Religion, I guess yeah, to some degree. It’s faith though that gets you closer to the answer. Faith however is so intangible, not really something you can bottle and sell, and explain. It just is. That’s just the problem, you can’t quite pinpoint the origins of it, and in my own way, I am trying to navigate through this mystery. Of course, drugs and other intoxicants are used, but the general drift and Ministry of Health advertisements, and the examples of many rock poster children is that it does not work. I will yield to that belief, and not propound further on this way to search for life’s meaning. Besides, I really can’t afford this version, it cost way too much.

This is meant to be a novel, so a story has to be told. I am not quite ready to start the story yet, still framing it and trying to get the grasp of the story. It’s fairly obvious where the story is going; it’s going to be a mesh-mash of experience and anecdotes hopefully framed in a credible worth reading template.
Once upon a time, there were… U not quite my style! Sort of gotten past fairy tales, no longer a three year old anyone. Let me try again.
It’s the best of times. It was the worst of times… Not Dickens either. Really doubt that even if I could complete this piece of work, it will reach the standards of Dickens and his luminaries. Maybe, I will aim for something lower; let’s see JK Rowling and Harry Porter standards.