my father

my father's a sailor, he's last heard to be in taiwan.

before he sets sail he will usually give us a call and let us know what's going on - how long the trip will be where he will be and suchlike. either way we'd know what's going on.

but for the past three weeks nobody can get in touch with him. sms-es - nothing. it may have been some funky mobile phone disease that slowly but surely poisons the phone's circuits and causes them to rot away - but one thing's for sure: my father's missing.

he won't even go when we told him to take a one-way hike. his sudden disappearance is therefore worrying and please, pray for his safe return.

i change my mind about his hike.

eraser dust

it's more precious than the eraser, more precious than the liquid paper.

because it holds thoughts that was once on paper, whether or not they're 'good'. liquid paper? it just covers it all up.


oh yes, i prefer the eraser indeed.

life's lessons

i'm driving someone at the office nuts.

not intentionally, mind. and no, i am not talking about the boss of mine. after my email to him, he seems to have more respect for me. not that i had told him off or anything like that; it was more of a respectful request and that i know where my faults lie and that i will try my best to improve.

and i'm glad that it's this way; i gotta start somewhere and it shouldn't be 'bitching'.


but this other person, though in no way directly working with me, seems to be looking at me like i were a leper. it's so bad that she would actually swerve to get out of my way. and when she didn't she's suddenly find the floor so VERY interesting suddenly.

i cannot, for the life of me, understand why. she was quite warm towards me when i just came in, and she took care of me.

how it came to this, i have some inkling of but no clear idea as to why. i know i hated her tone and i had told two colleagues about it. but other than that -

hmm. maybe i've been backstabbed, maybe it's one of those things. but whatever it is, i know sincere communication will make it better.

simply because not many people in this world strikes out to be a 'bad' person and more often than not will take heed if the other person is sincere enough. plus i'm quite sure she's not a 'bad' person. why i'm doing this, you ask, that it's not worth my time and such?

maybe. but it will be less tiring for us both in the long run, with her trying to keep her area of breathing air clean by not having me in it and me wondering what kind of nasties she's going to send when we DO have to email each other.

so yes, i'm going to speak with her. find out what's wrong.


loren

hierachies

isn't it fun.

my magazine closed today and i realised with quite a jolt that i'm right down there where amoebas are in the food chain.

don't ask me how it happened, i don't know how myself, but i suspect it's something got to do with seein gmyself being called 'junior designer' when everyone else is, basically, 'designer' or 'senior designer'.

so yes. amoeba.

regrouping, i am.

amoeba, not very long. big predator become i will.


-meaningful little green creature nod-

in reply.

in reply to a friend's query over sms, why the late nights, dear:

heh. landladies, whom've got a charming tendency to be sarcastic when i return late. especially those who have been principals for the most of their lives and a teacher the rest of it. i'm betting the next career change is 'jailor'.


yes i've been having some trouble with the landlady lately, all seventy-odd years of it. thus i'm looking for another place to stay. same location, but different place. hoping to land one that's got a decently-sized room, with an attached bathroom, if possible. and that's it. nothing more, nothing less. i don't need sofas, whatnot. i need a mirror, a closet, and that's it.

and no crochety ole landladies who, after taking my rent monies saw fit to throw in the bargain of being my mother as well.

my mother's better-looking and younger than you, thank you very much, and i prefer to have only one.


now you can stick your self-righteous scrawny neck where someone'd be bothered.

the (h)ex that won't go away

mark.

babes would know this name, especially jenn.

mark koh, yea. bumped into him when i was taken out for drinks last night, by a 35-year old man who's going to fly to hong kong to talk to his girlfriend today whom, if things go well, is going to return with him to be his wife.

and that man with the ticket to a wife is sebastian. he's rather hot on my trail, but fortunately (or unfortunately, i hadn't decided yet. and you'll know why later) i'd bumped into mark. and his boss, who's offering me something of a job meant for later on.

and fortunately (definitely fortunately) he's off on the plane right now to HK, to leave me alone. and i pray it stays that way.


and now mark calls. wants to get together, but first he's got to settle a pregnancy scare.

-shake head- why they all lie dat one???


wah lao.

pegeant? pageant.

martin lim.

remember this name.

organiser of miss singapore tourism, a short chinese man in his thirties (35, to be exact), wears his hair close to his head and has a moustache and a bit of a beard. speaks good english.

don't forget that he's got a wife and kids.

he's also the man who found my girlfriend on multiply.com and started talking to her about 'fun and games', if you get what i mean. he's quite casual about it, went on the pretense that he wanted to find out more about legal stuff from her, advice like.

...a man like that organising an event involving girls, possibly gullible and possibly having the idea that this man can take them places?

sounds like trouble.


thankfully i found out more about this person before anything funky happened.

..though - chances of me sleeping with a short bald man is almost close to nada.


but remember that name. for he's got the potential to be in that kind of position and you sure as hell don't want someone like that up in the organisers' list.

martin lim. short chinese man in his thirties (35, to be exact), wears his hair close to his head and has a moustache and a bit of a beard. speaks good english.

remember him.