Tuesday, September 30, 2003
i need an excursion from myself. i need to get away from myself for a while. i need to lose myself into the crowd. i need to avoid that hideous side of me. i need to know how to do the righteous acts, and abandon the unrighteous ones. i need to whack some senses into myself soon. i need my secret society.
sammi cheng sings "mak kai"
im sipping my 4th cuppa of coffee in 1day
we cant guess what will happen tomorrow, so wont you spend the rest of your life with me....darkness
sammi cheng sings "mak kai"
im sipping my 4th cuppa of coffee in 1day
we cant guess what will happen tomorrow, so wont you spend the rest of your life with me....darkness
my boss today made a scene at the GERMAN SCHOOL...was there for an appointment with him...the security guard demanded an IC or a drivers licence to exchange for a visitor pass ( its the norm to enter schools esp now its an embassy type school).
My boss refused to hand over his IC cos he had a bad exp with his IC been misused by someone before and been thru a court case for that..
Anyway, He actually called the police post at holland village to ask if handing in the ic is appropriate..ahaha
The situation was so awkward and i kept smiling to myself..
the vice principle actually has to come and pacify the guard and my boss...so funny...
eventually he gave in his drivers licence... actually such an innocent and simple demand let to so many parties involved..
the operator at 100 also involved cos i called for the number of the school for him outside the gate..haha...
neo
world is filled with love said Craig David
My boss refused to hand over his IC cos he had a bad exp with his IC been misused by someone before and been thru a court case for that..
Anyway, He actually called the police post at holland village to ask if handing in the ic is appropriate..ahaha
The situation was so awkward and i kept smiling to myself..
the vice principle actually has to come and pacify the guard and my boss...so funny...
eventually he gave in his drivers licence... actually such an innocent and simple demand let to so many parties involved..
the operator at 100 also involved cos i called for the number of the school for him outside the gate..haha...
neo
world is filled with love said Craig David
IT'S OFFICIAL! WE HAVE MOVED! TO ALL MY BIZ PARTNERS & FRIENDS, THE NEW URL IS "www.thebooksellers.blogspot.com". PLEASE BOOKMARK THIS URL FROM NOW ONWARDS.
P.S. to all our dear friends, please do not use the name "BooksInc" anymore, we are known as The Booksellers now. Thank you. Thank you.
*to neo, darkness, fm and zakk, please log in as usual if you want to post something.*
song: "i'm afraid of britney spears"
marlena
P.S. to all our dear friends, please do not use the name "BooksInc" anymore, we are known as The Booksellers now. Thank you. Thank you.
*to neo, darkness, fm and zakk, please log in as usual if you want to post something.*
song: "i'm afraid of britney spears"
marlena
i think im consuming far too much coffee nowadays. i deduce it from the fact that i can stop eating my meals and just survive, in fact, find satisfaction with drinking kopi. the night before, i went to try the ice cold double shot expresso that starbarks were introducing. marlena was with me so i thot why not order 2, one for her, one for moi, but then she declined. so in all my joy, i drank both servings of the double shots, which works out to quadruple shots flowing un-impeded in my system. and now while typing this entry, im still drinking my morning cuppa of kopi. this is not good, i realise. and the part where i dont eat much, im serious. im like only eating 1 meal per day, just to keep this flesh & skin, clinging on to me bones.
sammi cheng sings "fate's fate"
i may not understand you, but you are my friend....darkness
sammi cheng sings "fate's fate"
i may not understand you, but you are my friend....darkness
Monday, September 29, 2003
arrrg, im waiting for my laundry to finish up tumblin' & dryin' in the dryer, before i have clean clothes to get out of this house. i need to run a million trips, its like a race against time, and i feel that im on the losing end. this is end of static prevails as we know it.
sammie cheng sings "bu tuo bu qian"
i grew up listening to cantopop too....darkness
sammie cheng sings "bu tuo bu qian"
i grew up listening to cantopop too....darkness
Sunday, September 28, 2003
just found out
mike myers is the CAT in the HAT by Dr seuss.....
funny... go see trailer..... out in XMAS
neo
luther vandross croaning evergreen
mike myers is the CAT in the HAT by Dr seuss.....
funny... go see trailer..... out in XMAS
neo
luther vandross croaning evergreen
in my many books, i have just came across an essay written by George Orwell *the famed author of 1984* and it is about his part-time work as a bookseller in a bookshop in 1936. and here is the reporduction of the entire essay by Mr. Orwell.
Essays : Bookshop Memories
(November 1936)
When I worked in a second-hand bookshop – so easily pictured, if you don’t work in one, as a kind of paradise where charming old gentlemen browse eternally among calf bound folios – the thing that chiefly struck me was the rarity of really bookish people. Our shop had an exceptionally interesting stock, yet I doubt whether ten per cent of our customers knew a good book from a bad one. First edition snobs were much commoner than lovers of literature, but oriental students haggling over cheap textbooks were commoner still, and vague-minded women looking for birthday presents for their nephews were commonest of all.
Many of the people who came to us were of the kind who would be a nuisance anywhere but have special opportunities in a bookshop. For example, the dear old lady who ‘wants a book for an invalid’ (a very common demand, that), and the other dear old lady who read such a nice book in 1897 and wonders whether you can find her a copy. Unfortunately she doesn’t remember the title or the author’s name or what the book was about, but she does remember that it had a red cover. But apart from these there are two well-known types of pest by whom every second-hand bookshop is haunted. One is the decayed person smelling of old breadcrusts who comes every day, sometimes several times a day, and tries to sell you worthless books. The other is the person who orders large quantities of books for which he has not the smallest intention of paying. In our shop we sold nothing on credit, but we would put books aside, or order them if necessary, for people who arranged to fetch them away later. Scarcely half the people who ordered books from us ever came back. It used to puzzle me at first. What made them do it? They would come in and demand some rare and expensive book, would make us promise over and over again to keep it for them, and then would vanish never to return. But many of them, of course, were unmistakable paranoiacs. They used to talk in a grandiose manner about themselves and tell the most ingenious stories to explain how they had happened to come out of doors without any money – stories which, in many cases, I am sure they themselves believed. In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money. In the end one gets to know these people almost at a glance. For all their big talk there is something moth-eaten and aimless about them. Very often, when we were dealing with an obvious paranoiac, we would put aside the books he asked for and then put them back on the shelves the moment he had gone. None of them, I noticed, ever attempted to take books away without paying for them; merely to order them was enough – it gave them, I suppose, the illusion that they were spending real money.
Like most second-hand bookshops we had various sidelines. We sold second-hand typewriters, for instance, and also stamps – used stamps, I mean. Stamp-collectors are a strange, silent, fish-like breed, of all ages, but only of the male sex; women, apparently, fail to see the peculiar charm of gumming bits of coloured paper into albums. We also sold sixpenny horoscopes compiled by somebody who claimed to have foretold the Japanese earthquake. They were in sealed envelopes and I never opened one of them myself, but the people who bought them often came back and told us how ‘true’ their horoscopes had been. (Doubtless any horoscope seems ‘true’ if it tells you that you are highly attractive to the opposite sex and your worst fault is generosity.) We did a good deal of business in children’s books, chiefly ‘remainders’. Modern books for children are rather horrible things, especially when you see them in the mass. Personally I would sooner give a child a copy of Petrenius Arbiter than Peter Pan, but even Barrie seems manly and wholesome compared with some of his later imitators. At Christmas time we spent a feverish ten days struggling with Christmas cards and calendars, which are tiresome things to sell but good business while the season lasts. It used to interest me to see the brutal cynicism with which Christian sentiment is exploited. The touts from the Christmas card firms used to come round with their catalogues as early as June. A phrase from one of their invoices sticks in my memory. It was: ‘2 doz. Infant Jesus with rabbits’.
But our principal sideline was a lending library – the usual ‘twopenny no-deposit’ library of five or six hundred volumes, all fiction. How the book thieves must love those libraries! It is the easiest crime in the world to borrow a book at one shop for twopence, remove the label and sell it at another shop for a shilling. Nevertheless booksellers generally find that it pays them better to have a certain number of books stolen (we used to lose about a dozen a month) than to frighten customers away by demanding a deposit.
Our shop stood exactly on the frontier between Hampstead and Camden Town, and we were frequented by all types from baronets to bus-conductors. Probably our library subscribers were a fair cross-section of London’s reading public. It is therefore worth noting that of all the authors in our library the one who ‘went out’ the best was – Priestley? Hemingway? Walpole? Wodehouse? No, Ethel M. Dell, with Warwick Deeping a good second and Jeffrey Farnol, I should say, third. Dell’s novels, of course, are read solely by women, but by women of all kinds and ages and not, as one might expect, merely by wistful spinsters and the fat wives of tobacconists. It is not true that men don’t read novels, but it is true that there are whole branches of fiction that they avoid. Roughly speaking, what one might call the average novel – the ordinary, good-bad, Galsworthy-and-water stuff which is the norm of the English novel – seems to exist only for women. Men read either the novels it is possible to respect, or detective stories. But their consumption of detective stories is terrific. One of our subscribers to my knowledge read four or five detective stories every week for over a year, besides others which he got from another library. What chiefly surprised me was that he never read the same book twice. Apparently the whole of that frightful torrent of trash (the pages read every year would, I calculated, cover nearly three quarters of an acre) was stored for ever in his memory. He took no notice of titles or author’s names, but he could tell by merely glancing into a book whether be had ‘had it already’.
In a lending library you see people’s real tastes, not their pretended ones, and one thing that strikes you is how completely the ‘classical’ English novelists have dropped out of favour. It is simply useless to put Dickens, Thackeray, Jane Austen, Trollope, etc. into the ordinary lending library; nobody takes them out. At the mere sight of a nineteenth-century novel people say, ‘Oh, but that’s old!’ and shy away immediately. Yet it is always fairly easy to sell Dickens, just as it is always easy to sell Shakespeare. Dickens is one of those authors whom people are ‘always meaning to’ read, and, like the Bible, he is widely known at second hand. People know by hearsay that Bill Sikes was a burglar and that Mr Micawber had a bald head, just as they know by hearsay that Moses was found in a basket of bulrushes and saw the ‘back parts’ of the Lord. Another thing that is very noticeable is the growing unpopularity of American books. And another – the publishers get into a stew about this every two or three years – is the unpopularity of short stories. The kind of person who asks the librarian to choose a book for him nearly always starts by saying ‘I don’t want short stories’, or ‘I do not desire little stories’, as a German customer of ours used to put it. If you ask them why, they sometimes explain that it is too much fag to get used to a new set of characters with every story; they like to ‘get into’ a novel which demands no further thought after the first chapter. I believe, though, that the writers are more to blame here than the readers. Most modern short stories, English and American, are utterly lifeless and worthless, far more so than most novels. The short stories which are stories are popular enough, vide D. H. Lawrence, whose short stories are as popular as his novels.
Would I like to be a bookseller de métier? On the whole – in spite of my employer’s kindness to me, and some happy days I spent in the shop – no.
Given a good pitch and the right amount of capital, any educated person ought to be able to make a small secure living out of a bookshop. Unless one goes in for ‘rare’ books it is not a difficult trade to learn, and you start at a great advantage if you know anything about the insides of books. (Most booksellers don’t. You can get their measure by having a look at the trade papers where they advertise their wants. If you don’t see an ad. for Boswell’s Decline and Fall you are pretty sure to see one for The Mill on the Floss by T. S. Eliot.) Also it is a humane trade which is not capable of being vulgarized beyond a certain point. The combines can never squeeze the small independent bookseller out of existence as they have squeezed the grocer and the milkman. But the hours of work are very long – I was only a part-time employee, but my employer put in a seventy-hour week, apart from constant expeditions out of hours to buy books – and it is an unhealthy life. As a rule a bookshop is horribly cold in winter, because if it is too warm the windows get misted over, and a bookseller lives on his windows. And books give off more and nastier dust than any other class of objects yet invented, and the top of a book is the place where every bluebottle prefers to die.
But the real reason why I should not like to be in the book trade for life is that while I was in it I lost my love of books. A bookseller has to tell lies about books, and that gives him a distaste for them; still worse is the fact that he is constantly dusting them and hauling them to and fro. There was a time when I really did love books – loved the sight and smell and feel of them, I mean, at least if they were fifty or more years old. Nothing pleased me quite so much as to buy a job lot of them for a shilling at a country auction. There is a peculiar flavour about the battered unexpected books you pick up in that kind of collection: minor eighteenth-century poets, out-of-date gazeteers, odd volumes of forgotten novels, bound numbers of ladies’ magazines of the sixties. For casual reading – in your bath, for instance, or late at night when you are too tired to go to bed, or in the odd quarter of an hour before lunch – there is nothing to touch a back number of the Girl’s Own Paper. But as soon as I went to work in the bookshop I stopped buying books. Seen in the mass, five or ten thousand at a time, books were boring and even slightly sickening. Nowadays I do buy one occasionally, but only if it is a book that I want to read and can’t borrow, and I never buy junk. The sweet smell of decaying paper appeals to me no longer. It is too closely associated in my mind with paranoiac customers and dead bluebottles.
i am a bookseller too....darkness
Essays : Bookshop Memories
(November 1936)
When I worked in a second-hand bookshop – so easily pictured, if you don’t work in one, as a kind of paradise where charming old gentlemen browse eternally among calf bound folios – the thing that chiefly struck me was the rarity of really bookish people. Our shop had an exceptionally interesting stock, yet I doubt whether ten per cent of our customers knew a good book from a bad one. First edition snobs were much commoner than lovers of literature, but oriental students haggling over cheap textbooks were commoner still, and vague-minded women looking for birthday presents for their nephews were commonest of all.
Many of the people who came to us were of the kind who would be a nuisance anywhere but have special opportunities in a bookshop. For example, the dear old lady who ‘wants a book for an invalid’ (a very common demand, that), and the other dear old lady who read such a nice book in 1897 and wonders whether you can find her a copy. Unfortunately she doesn’t remember the title or the author’s name or what the book was about, but she does remember that it had a red cover. But apart from these there are two well-known types of pest by whom every second-hand bookshop is haunted. One is the decayed person smelling of old breadcrusts who comes every day, sometimes several times a day, and tries to sell you worthless books. The other is the person who orders large quantities of books for which he has not the smallest intention of paying. In our shop we sold nothing on credit, but we would put books aside, or order them if necessary, for people who arranged to fetch them away later. Scarcely half the people who ordered books from us ever came back. It used to puzzle me at first. What made them do it? They would come in and demand some rare and expensive book, would make us promise over and over again to keep it for them, and then would vanish never to return. But many of them, of course, were unmistakable paranoiacs. They used to talk in a grandiose manner about themselves and tell the most ingenious stories to explain how they had happened to come out of doors without any money – stories which, in many cases, I am sure they themselves believed. In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money. In the end one gets to know these people almost at a glance. For all their big talk there is something moth-eaten and aimless about them. Very often, when we were dealing with an obvious paranoiac, we would put aside the books he asked for and then put them back on the shelves the moment he had gone. None of them, I noticed, ever attempted to take books away without paying for them; merely to order them was enough – it gave them, I suppose, the illusion that they were spending real money.
Like most second-hand bookshops we had various sidelines. We sold second-hand typewriters, for instance, and also stamps – used stamps, I mean. Stamp-collectors are a strange, silent, fish-like breed, of all ages, but only of the male sex; women, apparently, fail to see the peculiar charm of gumming bits of coloured paper into albums. We also sold sixpenny horoscopes compiled by somebody who claimed to have foretold the Japanese earthquake. They were in sealed envelopes and I never opened one of them myself, but the people who bought them often came back and told us how ‘true’ their horoscopes had been. (Doubtless any horoscope seems ‘true’ if it tells you that you are highly attractive to the opposite sex and your worst fault is generosity.) We did a good deal of business in children’s books, chiefly ‘remainders’. Modern books for children are rather horrible things, especially when you see them in the mass. Personally I would sooner give a child a copy of Petrenius Arbiter than Peter Pan, but even Barrie seems manly and wholesome compared with some of his later imitators. At Christmas time we spent a feverish ten days struggling with Christmas cards and calendars, which are tiresome things to sell but good business while the season lasts. It used to interest me to see the brutal cynicism with which Christian sentiment is exploited. The touts from the Christmas card firms used to come round with their catalogues as early as June. A phrase from one of their invoices sticks in my memory. It was: ‘2 doz. Infant Jesus with rabbits’.
But our principal sideline was a lending library – the usual ‘twopenny no-deposit’ library of five or six hundred volumes, all fiction. How the book thieves must love those libraries! It is the easiest crime in the world to borrow a book at one shop for twopence, remove the label and sell it at another shop for a shilling. Nevertheless booksellers generally find that it pays them better to have a certain number of books stolen (we used to lose about a dozen a month) than to frighten customers away by demanding a deposit.
Our shop stood exactly on the frontier between Hampstead and Camden Town, and we were frequented by all types from baronets to bus-conductors. Probably our library subscribers were a fair cross-section of London’s reading public. It is therefore worth noting that of all the authors in our library the one who ‘went out’ the best was – Priestley? Hemingway? Walpole? Wodehouse? No, Ethel M. Dell, with Warwick Deeping a good second and Jeffrey Farnol, I should say, third. Dell’s novels, of course, are read solely by women, but by women of all kinds and ages and not, as one might expect, merely by wistful spinsters and the fat wives of tobacconists. It is not true that men don’t read novels, but it is true that there are whole branches of fiction that they avoid. Roughly speaking, what one might call the average novel – the ordinary, good-bad, Galsworthy-and-water stuff which is the norm of the English novel – seems to exist only for women. Men read either the novels it is possible to respect, or detective stories. But their consumption of detective stories is terrific. One of our subscribers to my knowledge read four or five detective stories every week for over a year, besides others which he got from another library. What chiefly surprised me was that he never read the same book twice. Apparently the whole of that frightful torrent of trash (the pages read every year would, I calculated, cover nearly three quarters of an acre) was stored for ever in his memory. He took no notice of titles or author’s names, but he could tell by merely glancing into a book whether be had ‘had it already’.
In a lending library you see people’s real tastes, not their pretended ones, and one thing that strikes you is how completely the ‘classical’ English novelists have dropped out of favour. It is simply useless to put Dickens, Thackeray, Jane Austen, Trollope, etc. into the ordinary lending library; nobody takes them out. At the mere sight of a nineteenth-century novel people say, ‘Oh, but that’s old!’ and shy away immediately. Yet it is always fairly easy to sell Dickens, just as it is always easy to sell Shakespeare. Dickens is one of those authors whom people are ‘always meaning to’ read, and, like the Bible, he is widely known at second hand. People know by hearsay that Bill Sikes was a burglar and that Mr Micawber had a bald head, just as they know by hearsay that Moses was found in a basket of bulrushes and saw the ‘back parts’ of the Lord. Another thing that is very noticeable is the growing unpopularity of American books. And another – the publishers get into a stew about this every two or three years – is the unpopularity of short stories. The kind of person who asks the librarian to choose a book for him nearly always starts by saying ‘I don’t want short stories’, or ‘I do not desire little stories’, as a German customer of ours used to put it. If you ask them why, they sometimes explain that it is too much fag to get used to a new set of characters with every story; they like to ‘get into’ a novel which demands no further thought after the first chapter. I believe, though, that the writers are more to blame here than the readers. Most modern short stories, English and American, are utterly lifeless and worthless, far more so than most novels. The short stories which are stories are popular enough, vide D. H. Lawrence, whose short stories are as popular as his novels.
Would I like to be a bookseller de métier? On the whole – in spite of my employer’s kindness to me, and some happy days I spent in the shop – no.
Given a good pitch and the right amount of capital, any educated person ought to be able to make a small secure living out of a bookshop. Unless one goes in for ‘rare’ books it is not a difficult trade to learn, and you start at a great advantage if you know anything about the insides of books. (Most booksellers don’t. You can get their measure by having a look at the trade papers where they advertise their wants. If you don’t see an ad. for Boswell’s Decline and Fall you are pretty sure to see one for The Mill on the Floss by T. S. Eliot.) Also it is a humane trade which is not capable of being vulgarized beyond a certain point. The combines can never squeeze the small independent bookseller out of existence as they have squeezed the grocer and the milkman. But the hours of work are very long – I was only a part-time employee, but my employer put in a seventy-hour week, apart from constant expeditions out of hours to buy books – and it is an unhealthy life. As a rule a bookshop is horribly cold in winter, because if it is too warm the windows get misted over, and a bookseller lives on his windows. And books give off more and nastier dust than any other class of objects yet invented, and the top of a book is the place where every bluebottle prefers to die.
But the real reason why I should not like to be in the book trade for life is that while I was in it I lost my love of books. A bookseller has to tell lies about books, and that gives him a distaste for them; still worse is the fact that he is constantly dusting them and hauling them to and fro. There was a time when I really did love books – loved the sight and smell and feel of them, I mean, at least if they were fifty or more years old. Nothing pleased me quite so much as to buy a job lot of them for a shilling at a country auction. There is a peculiar flavour about the battered unexpected books you pick up in that kind of collection: minor eighteenth-century poets, out-of-date gazeteers, odd volumes of forgotten novels, bound numbers of ladies’ magazines of the sixties. For casual reading – in your bath, for instance, or late at night when you are too tired to go to bed, or in the odd quarter of an hour before lunch – there is nothing to touch a back number of the Girl’s Own Paper. But as soon as I went to work in the bookshop I stopped buying books. Seen in the mass, five or ten thousand at a time, books were boring and even slightly sickening. Nowadays I do buy one occasionally, but only if it is a book that I want to read and can’t borrow, and I never buy junk. The sweet smell of decaying paper appeals to me no longer. It is too closely associated in my mind with paranoiac customers and dead bluebottles.
i am a bookseller too....darkness
okae okae update for the The Booksellers*. yesterday's meeting was savvy and we settled quite abit of planning/organising technicalities. if everything goes as smoothly as ky-jelly, then the site will be fully functioning *meaning you can buy books from us online* by the 1st of december. so when the site is up and when it crashes, dont boo us, just keep on buying books from us. support us, and i'll personally take care of your dogs or cats if you have one. support us, and i'll continue to chew on my fingernails, i can chew yours too if you want. support us, and membership to my secret society will be free. support us, and i'll teach you how to be a bookie. to sum it all up, just bloody buy books from us afterall, its almost 50% cheaper than the bookstore chains, you know....
the innocence mission sings "bright as yellow"
im painting my keyboard black with black nail polish....darkness
the innocence mission sings "bright as yellow"
im painting my keyboard black with black nail polish....darkness
- gently fall -
"if the rain wasn't any heavier, i might just have seen you, walking past by me. and once i have found that day, would you stay and wait for me, or would we simply let every single moment gently fall away. given a chance to love, i might still would not know how. i might never learn to be good enough and the rain will still break that silence between us. hanging on to my telephone, the number i dialled died on me, knowing that you were never within my grasp. enveloped in your senses, your beauty surrounds and your grace releases. caught in those movements of yours, you're that girl. for if the rain wasn't any heavier, i might just have seen you, crashing me by, and i will gently fall."
a sad love song playing on a loop on my hi-fi
for if i could gently fall and looking at stars....darkness
"if the rain wasn't any heavier, i might just have seen you, walking past by me. and once i have found that day, would you stay and wait for me, or would we simply let every single moment gently fall away. given a chance to love, i might still would not know how. i might never learn to be good enough and the rain will still break that silence between us. hanging on to my telephone, the number i dialled died on me, knowing that you were never within my grasp. enveloped in your senses, your beauty surrounds and your grace releases. caught in those movements of yours, you're that girl. for if the rain wasn't any heavier, i might just have seen you, crashing me by, and i will gently fall."
a sad love song playing on a loop on my hi-fi
for if i could gently fall and looking at stars....darkness
Saturday, September 27, 2003
hey hey me thinks that i'll soon be addicted to friendster too. and i shall blame it all on meister dKon. on a heavier note, today, the entire The Booksellers* team will be meeting to make some nifty decisions regarding the online version of it. on a lighter note, ive painted 2 of my fingernails gothic black, and all thanks to marlena becos she accompanied me to sasa to buy the nail polish. on a painful note, my slipdisc is giving me alot of grief again, and which means i could limping anytime soon. on a more comedic note, deafknee knows about me throwing away someone else's clothing. on a sadder note, i can't think of anything now. and finally on a thankful note, thankyou God for giving me this day & my daily bread & plain water.
and deafknee, you kenna traumatised & disgusted is it, then wad about me....actually i was quite tickled by it, wished i was there with a hp camera, then can go click-click, and then blackmail them. anewae its supposed to be a secret, so lets be kind keep it for them. but i have to say that i'll soon use this secret to my advantage, just watch this space. *evil laughter in the background*
boxcar racer sings "sorrow"
if you & i are really made of atoms, then we are all linked, connected....darkness
and deafknee, you kenna traumatised & disgusted is it, then wad about me....actually i was quite tickled by it, wished i was there with a hp camera, then can go click-click, and then blackmail them. anewae its supposed to be a secret, so lets be kind keep it for them. but i have to say that i'll soon use this secret to my advantage, just watch this space. *evil laughter in the background*
boxcar racer sings "sorrow"
if you & i are really made of atoms, then we are all linked, connected....darkness
Friday, September 26, 2003
wahhh.. cool! i always have google search on my taskbar and i only realised that it has this "blog this" feature button. once i click on it, it links me straight into the blogger posting. so i can blog straightaway man! cool! so suah ku also..
btw, im daydreaming about attending new york university rite now. not really a very prestigious uni like yale or harvard but i kinda attracted to the idea of attending nyu. hahahaha...crazy eh?? no money to go there some more! well...it never hurts to dream, rite?
p.s i think 'felicity' has somehow caused this crazy daydreaming of mine cuz they attended nyu in the show! hahaha..
New York University > NY, NY
ms marlena
btw, im daydreaming about attending new york university rite now. not really a very prestigious uni like yale or harvard but i kinda attracted to the idea of attending nyu. hahahaha...crazy eh?? no money to go there some more! well...it never hurts to dream, rite?
p.s i think 'felicity' has somehow caused this crazy daydreaming of mine cuz they attended nyu in the show! hahaha..
New York University > NY, NY
ms marlena
Thursday, September 25, 2003
after this while, ive decided to drop the "sleeping with ghosts" name-thingy. from now on, i shall be adopt "darkness" as befitting to my usual character, malice-filled heart & nonsensical disposition.
boxcar racer sings "sorrow"
love comes in all shapes, sizes, colours, dispositions, and ages of course....darkness
boxcar racer sings "sorrow"
love comes in all shapes, sizes, colours, dispositions, and ages of course....darkness
it is still drizzling like madness....everything is a watery blur, from the skyline to the treelines to the flat-lines. the drains are flooding and the frogs have come out to play. im so busy, so deprived of time, and im still using it to blog. the trees & grasses say their thankyous.
boxcar racer sings "watch the world"
if i was lost in the crowd....sleeping with ghosts
boxcar racer sings "watch the world"
if i was lost in the crowd....sleeping with ghosts
im watching the world, im watching the rain, it is still drizzling, and i will write letters to God. there's someone out there who feels just like me, listening to the same song, humming to it fervently, and saying that life is usually wonderful.
boxcar racer sings "and i"
all systems go, lets watch the world together....sleeping with ghosts
boxcar racer sings "and i"
all systems go, lets watch the world together....sleeping with ghosts
my dietary habits is slightly off-tagent-off-the-charts. maybe i shouldn't say dietary habits, i should actually say the myriad assortment of food-related-items that i put into my mouth. note*i count painkillers as food-related-items too* in my system, i have drank enough caffeine from both coffee & tea to last a couple of life-times. and when im not drinking the formers, i'll be guzzling water straight from the tap, which means im loaded with lotsa of chlorine & flourine & whatever whatnots swimming in the clear brew. then i have too much monosodiumgulamate intake from instant noodles, what else. and the last straw is that i pop painkillers*panadols*synflex*buscopan*panodol extra* just like popping skittles. im screwed, i tell you. im surely filled with carcinogens or something else along that line of thought.
boxcar racer sings "cat like thief"
a dissertation on kenny's eating habits....sleeping with ghosts
boxcar racer sings "cat like thief"
a dissertation on kenny's eating habits....sleeping with ghosts
A Reminder To All Our Friends Again. We Are Changing Our URL To "www.thebooksellers.blogspot.com" On 1st October 2003. Please Take Note...Thank You For Reading This...
song: all american rejects singing "swing...swing...swing..."
marlena
song: all american rejects singing "swing...swing...swing..."
marlena
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
wah lau
this name analysis is bull shit
type any name and they will give same ADVICE
wah lau
its a scam
neo
watching CHARMED ones
this name analysis is bull shit
type any name and they will give same ADVICE
wah lau
its a scam
neo
watching CHARMED ones
i'm having my last lesson of my documentary module. lester who is sitting on my right is surfing thru this crappy origami website and he seems to enjoy it...hmmmm. weird. my lecturer is trying to figure out what's wrong with her pc and johann (who is sitting behind me) is watching a vcd. since today is the last day for our documentary class, our lecturer let us do whatever we want to do and we are ending the class much earlier! yayyyyy!
ohhh! another classmate of mine named patrick (we attended the same secondary school!) had just stepped in. he seems tired. i guess he just finished doing some production or something...he holds two jobs...one is in the navy and the other one is in some production team. i don't know how this guy juggles all these.
btw, daph pointed something out to me at work just now! if you guys have the berita harian newspaper today, turn to the second last page and look at the pix of the home united team. i guess the editor missed out a small explicit section on the pix. it should be censored man!!! i can't believe it! daph and i have a good laugh because of that! hahahahaha......
song: the sounds of chattering here and there...in the classroom.
marlena
ohhh! another classmate of mine named patrick (we attended the same secondary school!) had just stepped in. he seems tired. i guess he just finished doing some production or something...he holds two jobs...one is in the navy and the other one is in some production team. i don't know how this guy juggles all these.
btw, daph pointed something out to me at work just now! if you guys have the berita harian newspaper today, turn to the second last page and look at the pix of the home united team. i guess the editor missed out a small explicit section on the pix. it should be censored man!!! i can't believe it! daph and i have a good laugh because of that! hahahahaha......
song: the sounds of chattering here and there...in the classroom.
marlena
boxcar racer sings "and i"
i am lost in the crowd im standing in line im feeling so down and i am full of doubt she's not the one that noticed hear me out and i want her, need her and you always will pull me through im tired these games so dumb she never played, her races won im tired can't smile no more ive sure caved in just like before and i want her, need her and you always will pull me through and i want her, need her and you always will pull me through i want her, need her and you always will pull me through and i want her, need her and you always will pull me through and i want her, need her and i want her, need her and i want her, need her and i, and i, and i
*this song is for her* sleeping with ghosts
i am lost in the crowd im standing in line im feeling so down and i am full of doubt she's not the one that noticed hear me out and i want her, need her and you always will pull me through im tired these games so dumb she never played, her races won im tired can't smile no more ive sure caved in just like before and i want her, need her and you always will pull me through and i want her, need her and you always will pull me through i want her, need her and you always will pull me through and i want her, need her and you always will pull me through and i want her, need her and i want her, need her and i want her, need her and i, and i, and i
*this song is for her* sleeping with ghosts
boxcar racer sings "there is"
this vacation's useless these white pills aren't kind ive given a lot of thought on this 13-hour drive i miss the grinding concrete where we sat past 8 or 9 and slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights ive given a lot of thought to the nights we used to have the days have come and gone our lives went by so fast i faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor where i laid and told you, but you sweared you loved me more do you care if i dont know what to say will you sleep tonight or will you think of me will i shake this off pretend its all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me there is those notes you wrote me ive kept them all ive given a lot of thought of how to write you back this fall with every single letter in every single word there will be a hidden message about a boy that loves a girl do you care if i don't know what to say will you sleep tonight or will you think of me will i shake this off, pretend its all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me there is do you care if i dont know what to say? will you sleep tonight or will you think of me will i shake this off, pretend its all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me do you care if i dont know what to say? will you sleep tonight or will you think of me will i shake this off, pretend its all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me there is
sleeping with ghosts
this vacation's useless these white pills aren't kind ive given a lot of thought on this 13-hour drive i miss the grinding concrete where we sat past 8 or 9 and slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights ive given a lot of thought to the nights we used to have the days have come and gone our lives went by so fast i faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor where i laid and told you, but you sweared you loved me more do you care if i dont know what to say will you sleep tonight or will you think of me will i shake this off pretend its all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me there is those notes you wrote me ive kept them all ive given a lot of thought of how to write you back this fall with every single letter in every single word there will be a hidden message about a boy that loves a girl do you care if i don't know what to say will you sleep tonight or will you think of me will i shake this off, pretend its all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me there is do you care if i dont know what to say? will you sleep tonight or will you think of me will i shake this off, pretend its all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me do you care if i dont know what to say? will you sleep tonight or will you think of me will i shake this off, pretend its all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me there is
sleeping with ghosts
it looks as though it is really going to rain like cats & dogs soonish. and im having this kickass migraine so i guess cancelling the tuition session was a right decision. yesterday while out shopping with marlena for a birthday gift, i had allowed myself a good measure of indulgence of buying the Boxcar Racer album, and it literally rocks. and i seriously dont think listening to loud music will make the migraine any better.
boxcar racer sings "and i"
and i need her, want her, and you always will pull me through....sleeping with ghosts
boxcar racer sings "and i"
and i need her, want her, and you always will pull me through....sleeping with ghosts
hye hye marlena im okae with the changes, looks nice, maybe we could use this theme for the e-retail online site. i guess all of us are having fun with the name evaluation thingy as i can see. at last, my contract thingy is finally over, now i can get back to the usual biz of running our own biz *rhymes* a few things to note is that i learned quite abit of new issues regarding inventory managment *we shall never commit the same mistake as they did*. i had also fulfilled my dreams of playing my role in real life as in the The Italian Job or The Score. and of cos, i had earned extra $$$$ to funnel back into the The Booksellers account. this saturday will be a big one for us, so i hope everyone will attend and come prepared.
boxcar racer screams "there is"
you will not want me to be your enemy, cos i'll make your life worst than hell....sleeping with ghosts
boxcar racer screams "there is"
you will not want me to be your enemy, cos i'll make your life worst than hell....sleeping with ghosts
Hey. I couldn't sleep and i am bored. So I messed around with the colours on our blog. so DON'T PANIC. There's nothing wrong with blogger. Swg, i'm sure you do keep a copy of the original template. So, if you guys don't like it, just change it back, k? I don't mind at all....just bored, that's all.
Oklah...bye, bye...cya again soon.
marlena
Oklah...bye, bye...cya again soon.
marlena
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Erny:
You have a need to communicate and express yourself. You are inclined to over intellectualize, and hate to be misquoted. You enjoy a challenge. You can take thought-directed actions. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. Your independence and freedom are important to you.
Marlina:
You want to be productive and feel useful, and enjoy helping solve problems. You like to be busy and not waste time. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You have a lack of confidence in your mental abilities and do not like being forced into giving your opinion. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. You have a need to be up front.
Ithnin:
You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. Your privacy is important to you. You have a rich inner life. You work hard to achieve material success through your own efforts. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. You need to learn to give and receive love for love's sake. You have a need to be assured of affection.
hmmmm....such comments....
song: my sacrifice (creed)
You have a need to communicate and express yourself. You are inclined to over intellectualize, and hate to be misquoted. You enjoy a challenge. You can take thought-directed actions. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. Your independence and freedom are important to you.
Marlina:
You want to be productive and feel useful, and enjoy helping solve problems. You like to be busy and not waste time. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You have a lack of confidence in your mental abilities and do not like being forced into giving your opinion. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. You have a need to be up front.
Ithnin:
You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. Your privacy is important to you. You have a rich inner life. You work hard to achieve material success through your own efforts. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. You need to learn to give and receive love for love's sake. You have a need to be assured of affection.
hmmmm....such comments....
song: my sacrifice (creed)
kevin:
You have good recuperative abilities and strong mental determination. You are very private and dislike others prying into your affairs. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You can easily detach from people and situations. You enjoy unconventional friends. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind.
kow:
You have good recuperative abilities. You are determined. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. You have high aspirations and a cheery disposition
awwww
You have good recuperative abilities and strong mental determination. You are very private and dislike others prying into your affairs. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You can easily detach from people and situations. You enjoy unconventional friends. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind.
kow:
You have good recuperative abilities. You are determined. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. You have high aspirations and a cheery disposition
awwww
Monday, September 22, 2003
decided to relax abit before plunging into work again. had just finished delivering an obscene amount of books to a friend, so it is reasonable to say that biz for the online bookstore has been brisk even when the e-retail site is not operational yet. and yesh, try this, quite fun, its about your-name-analysis.
mine:
kenny:You have good recuperative abilities and strong mental determination. You are very private and dislike others prying into your affairs. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. Your independence and freedom are important to you.
leck:You are fair-minded sometimes to the point of being opinionated. You have a strong need to be loved and appreciated. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You are clever, inventive, imaginative and youthful. You enjoy socializing. There is a compulsion for change and rebirth on all levels. There is a need to guard your health.
survivor sings "the search is over"
you were right before my eyes, how could i not see, you were with me all the while, im sorry for being such a fickle bastard....sleeping with ghosts
mine:
kenny:You have good recuperative abilities and strong mental determination. You are very private and dislike others prying into your affairs. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. Your independence and freedom are important to you.
leck:You are fair-minded sometimes to the point of being opinionated. You have a strong need to be loved and appreciated. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You are clever, inventive, imaginative and youthful. You enjoy socializing. There is a compulsion for change and rebirth on all levels. There is a need to guard your health.
survivor sings "the search is over"
you were right before my eyes, how could i not see, you were with me all the while, im sorry for being such a fickle bastard....sleeping with ghosts
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Harlow! Tentatively, the date for changing the blog's URL will be 1st October 2003. I hope all our friends will acknowledge and post a comment or something so that we know that you are informed of this.
Thank you!
song: Sugar Ray's Every Morning
marlena
Thank you!
song: Sugar Ray's Every Morning
marlena
its such a beautiful, beautiful, wonderful, wonderful Sunday morning, and in an hour's time, ive to get ready to go to work, which makes it kinda of draggy. the story of my life, i tell you. had spoken to marlena & nEo regarding the deadlines thingy that we've to meet, and it has been good. will tell zakk soon enough once i work out all the details, and FM i need your version of your own deadlines. and if you haven't heard, we will be changing our blog's URL to The Booksellers, to reflect a better change in our company name. currently, this blog is still running under the old name of BooksInc. before we go on to make any changes, we'll make personal announcements so that none of you readers are abandoned. alritey shall go read abit now before i have to go get a shower & brush me teeth....and thanks to zakk for lending his discman....i seriously need it today.
tori amos sings "concertina"
i have got a fever from my ways....sleeping with ghosts
tori amos sings "concertina"
i have got a fever from my ways....sleeping with ghosts
Saturday, September 20, 2003
was contemplating whether i should blog anything today. hmmm...well, i guess maybe abit. ok..decided to sleep in till the afternoon. it was raining like cats and dogs this morning..with lightning, thunder and stuff. it was a very, very cold weather. it's very difficult to refuse to sleep in, u know. was happily sleeping under my warm and cosy quilt when the home telephone keeps ringing asking for my parents and erna who were not at home at that time. feeling frustrated, i pulled my bedroom telephone and placed it just beside me on my bed so that i did not have to get up and answer it. then as you've expected, i went back to bed..
...i was in a dream. some sort like an action/drama/romance dream when suddenly, i heard knockings. immediately, i realise that the knockings is from erna. she is asking me to open my bedroom door. damn.
got up, open my bedroom door to let her in, erna puts down her schoolbag and offer me some snacks which she had bought from the shop at the LRT station on her way hm. told her later and dived for my bed again.
erna sat on the other side of the bed and offer me the snacks again. i opened my eyes dreamily and decided that this is it. sigh......time to get up. no hope of continuing my dream.
look at the handphone to check the time. it was 3plus. and i have missed calls from lester and some sms from melissa and matt. oh well.....what the hell. might as well get up now. sigh.....
song: natalie imbruglia's torn
marlena
...i was in a dream. some sort like an action/drama/romance dream when suddenly, i heard knockings. immediately, i realise that the knockings is from erna. she is asking me to open my bedroom door. damn.
got up, open my bedroom door to let her in, erna puts down her schoolbag and offer me some snacks which she had bought from the shop at the LRT station on her way hm. told her later and dived for my bed again.
erna sat on the other side of the bed and offer me the snacks again. i opened my eyes dreamily and decided that this is it. sigh......time to get up. no hope of continuing my dream.
look at the handphone to check the time. it was 3plus. and i have missed calls from lester and some sms from melissa and matt. oh well.....what the hell. might as well get up now. sigh.....
song: natalie imbruglia's torn
marlena
forgive me if the datelines that i had set are abit too intense but the underlying reasons i hope you all would understand. my day-job-contract will be ending on this coming tuesday, so until then, i'll very busy & pooped too. if you all got anything to ask me regarding anything, dont hesitate to call, my mobile is like a 7-Eleven. *ding-dong* so lets bite the bullets, and get the ball rollin'....
tori amos sings "bliss"
the best day of my life is to be with you....sleeping with ghosts
tori amos sings "bliss"
the best day of my life is to be with you....sleeping with ghosts
Thursday, September 18, 2003
The miles just keep rolling as the people either way to say hello
I hear this life is overrated but I hope it gets better as we go
I’m here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it’s only you and me
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it won’t take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it’s all said and done
it get hard but it won’t take away my love ...
--oh man, i like this song. nice leh! it's "here without you" by 3 doors down. if you guys haven't heard it before, i suggest that you ....ehhh...ermm...download it (touchy issue nowadays) or you can buy the cd! (wahhh...i can't believe that i said those last three words! hehehehe...).
btw, nothing much to update you nice people out there. swg has done most of the updating about the current happenings in our lives. thank you for taking the time, effort and patient in reading our blog. if there's any one of you out there who reads our blog religiously, I'LL SALUTE YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
for those who are interested, work is getting a bit stressful nowadays...so is my school...what's new, right??! they painted the customer service room in tangerine and the beech-coloured shelves which were mounted to the walls matched perfectly. and i don't have to talk, sing or dance around the room by myself anymore as the spo dept is now in customer service room as well! stacey and daphne (poor daph, her desk is abit tiny) are here to keep me company every single day.. that is till i decided to call it quits. now, what's missing are photographs! i intend to talk pixs of my biz partners, frame it and put one on my desk! then, i can talk to it if stace is on mc..hehehehe....now it really looks like an office...warm colours, a radio, a big comfy armchair...aahhh..nice, nice...very comfy. feels like home...if only there's a small television set. hahahaha...asking a bit too much here, aren't i??!!
song: here without you (3 doors down)
marlena
I hear this life is overrated but I hope it gets better as we go
I’m here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it’s only you and me
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it won’t take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it’s all said and done
it get hard but it won’t take away my love ...
--oh man, i like this song. nice leh! it's "here without you" by 3 doors down. if you guys haven't heard it before, i suggest that you ....ehhh...ermm...download it (touchy issue nowadays) or you can buy the cd! (wahhh...i can't believe that i said those last three words! hehehehe...).
btw, nothing much to update you nice people out there. swg has done most of the updating about the current happenings in our lives. thank you for taking the time, effort and patient in reading our blog. if there's any one of you out there who reads our blog religiously, I'LL SALUTE YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
for those who are interested, work is getting a bit stressful nowadays...so is my school...what's new, right??! they painted the customer service room in tangerine and the beech-coloured shelves which were mounted to the walls matched perfectly. and i don't have to talk, sing or dance around the room by myself anymore as the spo dept is now in customer service room as well! stacey and daphne (poor daph, her desk is abit tiny) are here to keep me company every single day.. that is till i decided to call it quits. now, what's missing are photographs! i intend to talk pixs of my biz partners, frame it and put one on my desk! then, i can talk to it if stace is on mc..hehehehe....now it really looks like an office...warm colours, a radio, a big comfy armchair...aahhh..nice, nice...very comfy. feels like home...if only there's a small television set. hahahaha...asking a bit too much here, aren't i??!!
song: here without you (3 doors down)
marlena
finally, ive some time of my own since im off for my day-job, but the evening tution sessions are still very much alive. anewae, just wanted to post an update regarding the activities we have in-store for the The Booksellers. we've decided to break up all the work that needs to be done into more easily digestable pieces. FM will be coming up with a whole longlist of deadlists & schedules that i hope we'll be sticking to fervently. admittedly, we've been dragging our feet on the businesses due to our own busy-ness & hectic schedule but i guess this time, we need to bite the bullets and endure the crunch. FM & me will splitting up all the work involved as there is no way i can handle setting up the 3 businesses all at one shot. but i'll still be handling the organising & setting-up aspects of the Inventory function for both physical & online version of the The Booksellers. and yesh, miE had just sent us the first-page-interface for the online site. marlena had forwarded us the pix, please give your comments, and i also need a quick reply regarding the sticker labels. and lastly, we need to meet up very soon again, and on a regular basis just like when we were drafting up the biz plan.
hoobastank sings "running away"
class A, class B, is that the only chemistry we have between us....sleeping with ghosts
hoobastank sings "running away"
class A, class B, is that the only chemistry we have between us....sleeping with ghosts
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
all ritey, my fellow pirates, the official shortlist for this year's Booker Prize 2003 are out already, and it is as follows:
Monica Ali's "Brick Lane"
Margaret Atwood's "Oryx and Crake"
Damon Galgut's "The Good Doctor"
Zoe Heller's "Notes on a Scandal"
Clare Morrall's "Astonishing Splashes of Colour"
DBC Pierre's "Vernon God Little"
so who shall win it this year???? last year was Yann Martel's "Life of PI". thats all folks, im damn freakin' tired but still got emails to bundle out....ain't that savvy.
suede sings "the chemistry between us"
im breakin' out in rashes, my back aches, my eyes are damn tired, all this immaculate pain tells me that im still alive....sleeping with ghosts
Monica Ali's "Brick Lane"
Margaret Atwood's "Oryx and Crake"
Damon Galgut's "The Good Doctor"
Zoe Heller's "Notes on a Scandal"
Clare Morrall's "Astonishing Splashes of Colour"
DBC Pierre's "Vernon God Little"
so who shall win it this year???? last year was Yann Martel's "Life of PI". thats all folks, im damn freakin' tired but still got emails to bundle out....ain't that savvy.
suede sings "the chemistry between us"
im breakin' out in rashes, my back aches, my eyes are damn tired, all this immaculate pain tells me that im still alive....sleeping with ghosts
Monday, September 15, 2003
hi hi
yeah..lazy also...
well my job..hmmmm....making cold calls..got lucky...two schools HOD agreed on an appt so far and a bunch of them have to call again next month..teachers no time lah... so i have a whole list to follow up
but i have to see how my partner aka my senior ( cos we share commision kinda) how to do a sales presentation sort
well it is not so bad cos it is to teachers not corporate so not that taxing and complicated so it can be my stepping stone..wah lau..EZ link topping up now can kill me siah...with all the travelling...
still slow for the time being.. i would say not as comfortable as borders but definitely would strive on... the people are not bad though.
was at the edufair last weekend ... i went to addidas looking for fahmy but he off so i did not get to see him... surprisingly he himself came visiting the edufair and he bumped into me... haha.. the world is so small and i gave him few free mags.
from the edufair i realised..networking is so so important... i make sure those who patronise our stall get my name card... have to think long term man..you may never know.... and i learnt to open my mouth... hahaha
watching 1+1=3 and friends now
neo anderson
yeah..lazy also...
well my job..hmmmm....making cold calls..got lucky...two schools HOD agreed on an appt so far and a bunch of them have to call again next month..teachers no time lah... so i have a whole list to follow up
but i have to see how my partner aka my senior ( cos we share commision kinda) how to do a sales presentation sort
well it is not so bad cos it is to teachers not corporate so not that taxing and complicated so it can be my stepping stone..wah lau..EZ link topping up now can kill me siah...with all the travelling...
still slow for the time being.. i would say not as comfortable as borders but definitely would strive on... the people are not bad though.
was at the edufair last weekend ... i went to addidas looking for fahmy but he off so i did not get to see him... surprisingly he himself came visiting the edufair and he bumped into me... haha.. the world is so small and i gave him few free mags.
from the edufair i realised..networking is so so important... i make sure those who patronise our stall get my name card... have to think long term man..you may never know.... and i learnt to open my mouth... hahaha
watching 1+1=3 and friends now
neo anderson
My life got cold. It happened many years ago. When summer slipped away. So chill now oh. .We've got many years to go. So take it day by day.
And on the go I lost my soul to some forgotten dream and
How was I supposed to know it wasn't what it seemed
And even though the last to low has left me on the floor
I don't believe in Romeos or heroes anymore
We spend as we mend. Cos we're happy to pretend. Everything's gonna be OK.
We shake as we break. Never giving 'til we take. And we hate when we have to pay.
We flirt while we work. To forget about the hurt.
And the trash that we left behind. We sink as we swim. The ice is wearing thin.
We're running, we're running, we're running
Out of time..
marlena
And on the go I lost my soul to some forgotten dream and
How was I supposed to know it wasn't what it seemed
And even though the last to low has left me on the floor
I don't believe in Romeos or heroes anymore
We spend as we mend. Cos we're happy to pretend. Everything's gonna be OK.
We shake as we break. Never giving 'til we take. And we hate when we have to pay.
We flirt while we work. To forget about the hurt.
And the trash that we left behind. We sink as we swim. The ice is wearing thin.
We're running, we're running, we're running
Out of time..
marlena
hey hey seneors & seneoritas, im back but still quite pooped out lah. had been going through a very hectic schedule of work and more work. simply, i start work at ten-ish in the morning everyday, and it doesn't end till maybe ten-ish when im at home. and even when im at home, i need to work some more on our beloved The Booksellers* planning plans. everything is moving along more or less, though something happened and i have to settle this issue with God himself. my tuition begins again tomorrow, when will all this hetic-ness end....but then i cant argue with money right???? i miss everyone, anyone who are my friends, and have not been mindfark by me before. and remember, give freely to charity. dont donate loose change like coins, always give a dollar bill, no matter how broke you are. but remember to give arbitrarily becos there are charities that are simply bursting rich at the seams, such as NKF. if you prefer to donate to kidney-related organisations, donate to KDF, the very poor sister organisation of NKF.
suede sings sweetly "by the sea"
into the sea we'll breathe, while i drink my camomile tea
suede sings sweetly "by the sea"
into the sea we'll breathe, while i drink my camomile tea
a bit of burden has been lifted off my shoulders. had managed to finish my two essays and i have one more to go. maybe i'll think of an excuse of not handing in the last one this tuesday. i dunno...sigh....very stressed and taxing. i guess most of The BookSellers are busy during this period of time considering the decrease in the number and the length of the posts being posted for the last few days. i do know that they do check and commented on the blog every now and then. maybe laziness has gotten to all of us....hehehehe. but neo, u know what?...you hardly post anything about your day on that new job of yours. keep us updated, will ya? and swg, thanks. to zakk, where have you disappeared to? and last but not least, fm the shitstirrer, how come it's so peace and quiet nowadays? do something!hahaha.
oklah. i'll stop here for now. gotta get some sleep cuz tomorrow i gotta go to work and slog for the remainder of the evening, doing my last essay. that is if laziness and tiredness have not got to me..see ya.
Bob Carlisle singin "But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.
marlena
oklah. i'll stop here for now. gotta get some sleep cuz tomorrow i gotta go to work and slog for the remainder of the evening, doing my last essay. that is if laziness and tiredness have not got to me..see ya.
Bob Carlisle singin "But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.
marlena
Friday, September 12, 2003
yesterday i was mentally tired, and today, im physically worn-out. dont think i'll actually snap but might break down like an overworked motor-engine. and when that happens im going to need a mechanic. btw, thank-you God for letting me pick up $2.00 today. and yesh, marlena, you look pretty in skirts ar....hehe
evanescence wails "going under"
give me rest without the backaches....sleeping with ghosts
evanescence wails "going under"
give me rest without the backaches....sleeping with ghosts
Thursday, September 11, 2003
OH MY GAWD! I can't believe it!..... people, people....sigh. what is happening to this world.......SIGH.
Starsailor singin 'You're just a poor misguided fool...
Who thinks they know what I should do...
A line for me and a line for you...
I lose my right to a point of view...
marlena
Starsailor singin 'You're just a poor misguided fool...
Who thinks they know what I should do...
A line for me and a line for you...
I lose my right to a point of view...
marlena
im feeling very tired, as in mentally tired but the hell am i going to farking persevere on. maybe i could do with some encouragement from my fellow Booksellers. we are the The Booksellers, and we are going to sell books....i must persevere on, read more, know more, learn more, earn more, love more, respect more, and have a more closer walk with the Big Guy up there.
the rasmus sings "in the shadows"
i should live every single day like it is my last....sleeping with ghosts
the rasmus sings "in the shadows"
i should live every single day like it is my last....sleeping with ghosts
Just a quick hi to all my friendsss out there! yesh! YOU! hahahaha....take care of urself and i'll blog longer the next time!
I think I'm going bonkers.........
marlena
I think I'm going bonkers.........
marlena
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
had been quite tired from working on this short assignment - for only this whole week - but at the end, i had been temporarily relieved from my daily tuition job becos my student went back to indonesia for a quick holiday. still, still, im still tired becos after the day work from 10am to 6pm, ive still have to work on issues regarding The Booksellers. anewae, when i woke up this morning, i decided to have chocolates for breakfast before going to work. and the chocolate was actually Rum Raisin Hazelnut concoction. and when i ripped open the package, the first aroma i smelt was RUM. the whole chocolate was reeking heavily of rum, rum, and more rum. and when i popped it into my mouth, i felt like i was drinking rum, rather than eating chocolate. so i started my day by consuming a fair amount of alcohol. and the best thing is that my work at a bookstore, involved working with lighter fluid, to remove their price tags, so that we could execute returns. so from 10am to 6pm, i was sniffing lighter fluid non-stop. from rum to lighter fluid, i was constantly on a high high high. btw, im now eating the leftover rum chocolate.
dido sings sweetly "white flag"
im gonna sip my barcadi and work hard....sleeping with ghosts
dido sings sweetly "white flag"
im gonna sip my barcadi and work hard....sleeping with ghosts
Monday, September 08, 2003
it is me, myself, that im responsible for. ive chosen this way to do it, i'll gladly walk down this less-treaded path. im not going to run away from it and when my come-uppance trounced its vengeful hand on me, i'll take it and not fight back. i deserve the come-uppance but in the meantime, i'll still risk it. if given a choice to make a choice, i'd make the same decision over & over again. nothing can or will stop me on what im hell-bent going to do (except God). who knows, i might just escape with the skin of my teeth still tethering precariously but preciously intact. He has shown me lotsa of mercies and thankful am i. today, will be another very very long day....
hoobastank sings "running away"
so why are you running away....sleeping with ghosts
hoobastank sings "running away"
so why are you running away....sleeping with ghosts
Sunday, September 07, 2003
am reading Yann Martel's "Life of Pi" and though i had started it only today, im already breezing through at page 162. and it is reasonable to say that it deserved to win the Man Booker Prize 2002. right now, im actually looking at the longlist for the Man Booker Prize 2003. yesh, the nominees' longlist is already out, and ive this crazy idea to read every single book on the list. anyone out there that wants to join me on this crazy-utterly-time-consuming endeavour???? i'll buy the books and we can share it among ourselves....
Man Booker Prize 2003 Longlist
Monica Ali - Brick Lane
Martin Amis - Yellow Dog
Margaret Atwood - Oryx and Crake
Carol Birch - Turn Again Home
Melvyn Bragg - Crossing the Lines
J.M.Coetzee - Elizabeth Costello
Julia Darling - The Taxi Driver's Daughter
Gerard Donovan - Schopenhauer's Telescope
Damon Galgut - The Good Doctor
Barbara Gowdy - The Romantic *ive this one already*
Mark Haddon - The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time
Zoë Heller - Notes on a Scandal
Francis King - The Nick of Time
Shena Mackay - Heligoland
Clare Morrall - Astonishing Splashes Of Colour
John Murray - Jazz etc
Julie Myerson - Something Might Happen
Tim Parks - Judge Savage
Caryl Phillips - A Distant Shore
DBC Pierre - Vernon God Little
Jonathan Raban - Waxwings
Graham Swift - The Light of Day
Barbara Trapido - Frankie & Stankie
there are a total of 23 books here and i already have one of them sitting primly on my shelf. so who's gung-ho enough to take up my challenge to read every single title here. and after that, we can go on to guess the winner of this year's Man Booker Prize.
radiohead sings "let down"
on a quest for knowledge disguised as a reading-marathon....sleeping with ghosts
Man Booker Prize 2003 Longlist
Monica Ali - Brick Lane
Martin Amis - Yellow Dog
Margaret Atwood - Oryx and Crake
Carol Birch - Turn Again Home
Melvyn Bragg - Crossing the Lines
J.M.Coetzee - Elizabeth Costello
Julia Darling - The Taxi Driver's Daughter
Gerard Donovan - Schopenhauer's Telescope
Damon Galgut - The Good Doctor
Barbara Gowdy - The Romantic *ive this one already*
Mark Haddon - The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time
Zoë Heller - Notes on a Scandal
Francis King - The Nick of Time
Shena Mackay - Heligoland
Clare Morrall - Astonishing Splashes Of Colour
John Murray - Jazz etc
Julie Myerson - Something Might Happen
Tim Parks - Judge Savage
Caryl Phillips - A Distant Shore
DBC Pierre - Vernon God Little
Jonathan Raban - Waxwings
Graham Swift - The Light of Day
Barbara Trapido - Frankie & Stankie
there are a total of 23 books here and i already have one of them sitting primly on my shelf. so who's gung-ho enough to take up my challenge to read every single title here. and after that, we can go on to guess the winner of this year's Man Booker Prize.
radiohead sings "let down"
on a quest for knowledge disguised as a reading-marathon....sleeping with ghosts
looks like marlena was having some sort of sleepless night, posting an entry at around 4ish in the morning, and she still has to go to work at 7ish. anwae, marlena, nEo, and FM, came over to my place yesterday to discuss about the 3rd biz setup, and of cos, to peruse through the inventory that i had bought for The Booksellers. and it was naturally a good outing, and we even had a mini-session mooncake feast. i was glad that they had came over and saw the inventory, at least, in this way. they'd know what kind of issues im facing when im procuring the inventory. and we bought 2 more shelves yesterday. my room is going to be turned into a library, filled with books form wall-to-wall. will try to set it up later if the day proves to be less hectic than what im anticipating now. and yesh, currently, ive 526 fiction/literature titles and if i were to include multiple copies, i should have around 701 copies of books in our inventory.
hoobastank screams "remember me"
you're never going to be a part of me....sleeping with ghosts
hoobastank screams "remember me"
you're never going to be a part of me....sleeping with ghosts
Endless Night
Couldn't sleep so i read this interesting book called Running with Scissors. Actually, it's a memoir of the author's own bizarre teenage years. Funny...gross...twisted...
staind singing 'this is my life, it's not what it was before....' (So Far Away)
marlena
Couldn't sleep so i read this interesting book called Running with Scissors. Actually, it's a memoir of the author's own bizarre teenage years. Funny...gross...twisted...
staind singing 'this is my life, it's not what it was before....' (So Far Away)
marlena
Friday, September 05, 2003
oh my god! i didn't know that andy roddick is so bloody cute! and he's very good in tennis too! mandy moore is sooo lucky...
looking and surfing andy roddick's official website right now...
marlena
looking and surfing andy roddick's official website right now...
marlena
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
was scrolling though all the old entries in this blog, and nostalgia hits home. seems like a lot of things had happened, things came & went, and things have very much improved regardless of the numerous crappy underlings. to cut short, im thankful for everything thus far....
timberlake whines "seneorita"
they dont do this anymore these days....sleeping with ghosts
timberlake whines "seneorita"
they dont do this anymore these days....sleeping with ghosts
oh my god! i can't believe i did it! i sent an application form online to Mus'Art Wind Orchestra! I can't believe i did it! Always wanted to be in an orchestra and with the encouragement of swg, i submitted the form! hope they will call me for an audition. Wahhhh...i'm so nervous right now! omigod. omigod. omigod.
haven't been playing the tenor saxophone for 6 years now. will have to recall the fingering and stuff.
omigod.omigod...
marlena
haven't been playing the tenor saxophone for 6 years now. will have to recall the fingering and stuff.
omigod.omigod...
marlena
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
fark, just saw the news that they're going to incorporate the EZ-Link card into watches - yesh, watches, those you wear on your hand - by implanting a computer chip inside. and the EZ-Link company will be working with all the watch companies to incorporate the chip. why do i say FARK, that is becos i dont wear a watch. ive not worn a watch since primary 4, and i intend to maintain the status quo. i really dont intent to wear a watch for the rest of this only life.
AFI rants "99 red balloons"
meishan is one damn FUGLY-FUGLY bitch....sleeping with ghosts
AFI rants "99 red balloons"
meishan is one damn FUGLY-FUGLY bitch....sleeping with ghosts
it'd be naive to believe that Iraq does not have any Weapons-of-Mass-Destruction or Biological-Weapons. when a person wants to be a terrorist or a person that wants to destroy the capitalism & infidel nature of the Americans, he/she will have your basic warfare weapons. but that person would also know that having the basic latter would not be enough to destroy the infidels, so espionage & terrorism is a needed ingredient. and when you have espionage & terrorism, you'll have either Weapons-of-Mass-Destruction or Biological-Weapons. imagine yourself to be a terrorist too, wouldn't you think the same too???? i think bush is pretty cunning, and blair is even more cunning (more lao-kan) , and i dont really fancy the former but maybe some leeway should be allowed regarding this issue. take heart everyone, September 11 draws nigh again, and may we remember those affected by that dreadful day.
bernard lo reports biz news on cnbc asia
nike bought converse, what is this world coming to....sleeping with ghosts
bernard lo reports biz news on cnbc asia
nike bought converse, what is this world coming to....sleeping with ghosts
Monday, September 01, 2003
my first day of work....
well would say rather lobo...not a good sign.... got lotsa things to learn soon
my future clients will be schools....doesnt sound too bad huh....... at mercy of HOD Engrish
and i will b at NUS twice a week to man their booth...thats not too bad afterall...at least out of office
well its always the hardest at the beginning....gonna keep going ahead
i know i sound siao..but i kinda miss borders....
neo....watching FRIENDS......
well would say rather lobo...not a good sign.... got lotsa things to learn soon
my future clients will be schools....doesnt sound too bad huh....... at mercy of HOD Engrish
and i will b at NUS twice a week to man their booth...thats not too bad afterall...at least out of office
well its always the hardest at the beginning....gonna keep going ahead
i know i sound siao..but i kinda miss borders....
neo....watching FRIENDS......
"one day when we (johnny rotten and bob geldof) were both in Cork, he on holiday visiting relatives and me picking up an Irish pop music award, we met in a pub. a man came over and put his hand on johnny's arm and began asking him a question. johnny interrupted him halfway, turning around with those laser eyes and said, "don't touch me, im special."
culled from bob geldof's Is That It?
the above example ain't about arrogance or crap attitude, its about knowing when to be nice and when should one be evil.
toxicity sings "chop suey"
when i call you "fugly", i mean 'fuck' & 'ugly', comprehendo, amigo????....sleeping with ghosts
culled from bob geldof's Is That It?
the above example ain't about arrogance or crap attitude, its about knowing when to be nice and when should one be evil.
toxicity sings "chop suey"
when i call you "fugly", i mean 'fuck' & 'ugly', comprehendo, amigo????....sleeping with ghosts
hey! hey! sleeping with ghosts was complaining that i didn't blog as often as before...hehehe. no worries. i'm here now..
went to serena's percussion ensemble with asra and swg earlier this evening at jurong green cc. it was just..........GREAT! everyone played well and swg kept saying that serena's boyfriend (who happens to be the one in charge of this concert) is one talented guy. yep! that kelvin guy IS gifted! and OH! one of the guys in the percussion ensemble caught my eye! he is cute! well...at least he is to me! hehehehehe.....boy crazyyyy!!! i enjoyed myself tonight and on the way home, i met an ex-schoolmate of mine named swee seng on the train! we used to play the saxophones while we were in the concert band back then! what a coincidence! i dropped off first at CCK so i guess swg had to entertain my friend on the way home. hehehe.
alright.....going to bed now. feeling damn tired lately. i guess i have not recovered fully. i am one damn sick person. sigh....well, matt told me to cheer up and not to let this problem bogged me down. it's better to get sick while you are still young and not like when you are 60 years old when your immune system is soooo weak to recover... and im really glad that i have good friends who are here for me. thanks alot guys....really.
oklah. here's where i'll stop for now. catch up with you guys on some other day..
P.S there will be some changes at work for me starting 1st september. sigh.....and i only knew of these changes like 7 hours ago!
song: clocks (coldplay)
marlena
went to serena's percussion ensemble with asra and swg earlier this evening at jurong green cc. it was just..........GREAT! everyone played well and swg kept saying that serena's boyfriend (who happens to be the one in charge of this concert) is one talented guy. yep! that kelvin guy IS gifted! and OH! one of the guys in the percussion ensemble caught my eye! he is cute! well...at least he is to me! hehehehehe.....boy crazyyyy!!! i enjoyed myself tonight and on the way home, i met an ex-schoolmate of mine named swee seng on the train! we used to play the saxophones while we were in the concert band back then! what a coincidence! i dropped off first at CCK so i guess swg had to entertain my friend on the way home. hehehe.
alright.....going to bed now. feeling damn tired lately. i guess i have not recovered fully. i am one damn sick person. sigh....well, matt told me to cheer up and not to let this problem bogged me down. it's better to get sick while you are still young and not like when you are 60 years old when your immune system is soooo weak to recover... and im really glad that i have good friends who are here for me. thanks alot guys....really.
oklah. here's where i'll stop for now. catch up with you guys on some other day..
P.S there will be some changes at work for me starting 1st september. sigh.....and i only knew of these changes like 7 hours ago!
song: clocks (coldplay)
marlena
