Dedicated

There's this amazing woman who's blog I follow.

She does kitty rescue, she really busts her bum trying, and she's very inspiring. What's even MORE inspiring is this video made for Susan by a long-time supporter of her work.


I confesss.... it made me sniffle. So go see it!

Hello?

Anyone home? Heh, nope... gone fishing. Possible snorkling ahead.

Also... possible mayhem because I met someone who's been to the same place and has filled me in on his version of the environment. Apparently, it is a very "rustic" place. And that's the diplomatic version. I shall see for myself in about 15 hours :o

Insects. Insects in the bathroom. I've been warned about insects.
*rolls eyes*
Oh boy. I told Bernie and she wasn't very happy either. At any rate, I am thinking of this as a bit of an adventure. I mean....resorts and luxury are nice. But something pared down might be interesting too.

No worries. You lot KNOW I'll fill you in upon my return. :) With pictures to boot!! So whilst I am gone... behave, people. Don't do anything I wo.... who am I kidding? I've done a lot! haha.


Just enjoy yourselves. More in 5 days!

As close to perfect....

.... as possible.

Off to-day, had a lunch appointment. Great laughs, great conversation, relaxed and happy. Thank you D!

Then off to see Transformers! I did catch the cartoon series on and off way back when. And this movie is... to be caught on it's own. And I did leave my preconceptions at the door. Hah! A 2 hour movie? Really? Damn, where did the time fly to? Yes, it WAS worth watching! There were laughs/chuckles, a *gasp* moment or two, plenty of great chase sequences, and less of the Michael Bay cheese than I expected. Well worth watching. IMDB vote was a 8.3 and it came pretty close to my own vote (an 8!) So bring your kids. No kids? Shit... just go!

And then off to dinner and a bit of SLing with Bernie. Showed her a pretty place or two and now I am home, sated and happy and content.


It doesn't take me much to be happy. :)

woo woo woo!

A very blessed 4th of July to my American friends and fellow bloggers!

It doesn't translate

Good ol' SecondLife.

I'm VERY slowly picking up the german language, believe it or not, from this chap whom I see often. We get along fantastically, a 30 min chat turning into a 2 hour session on a regular basis :o Damn. I got on to SecondLife to play and ended up meeting someone.

I'll also tell you what's ironic.... I may end up being able to read and write simple german but I won't be able to pronounce a thing. Still, it's fun! He's great company! And he's bloody cute, which helps things considerably since he thinks I'm cute too. Yes yes... it's an ego booster. (Plus, I've found out they don't really have a translation for 'fuck you". Just "frickin das". I think. Which is interesting.)


Ah, me..... the language of love.... the internet. Heh!


UPDATE
Wonderful me got it wrong. It's FICKEN das. Uh huh. Ok, Jensti!

Update to the update...
Damn, now it's fick dish. German sounds like an imminently suitable language for swearing in! So many permutations! lol.

My 5 nanoseconds of fame

Got a surprise at work, today; Bernie swung by during my meal break.

I really didn't want anyone making a fuss, or coming up to Tampines, or generally going out of there way. But she knows me all too well and pushed all the right buttons and I gave in. So voila! Lunch company!

And she revealed she had done a post about my bday. My own personal tribute. Oh Gawds. I have never truly comfortable in the spotlight and apart from her MBA post (which is worth checking out since it's a pic of us at 17!!), I had a honking big one all to myself.

My old me cringed at all the fuss.
My adult me was flattered!
My online me says What the hell! Just go read it!


And like all things on teh interweb, gone in a flash. Whew! lol

Freaky

:o

Someone searched for Fiona Kathleen Hogan Singapore.
Dudes.
My FULL NAME and my location.
And then spent about 4 hours popping by, on and off.

Hello, mysterious visitor who knows my full name. I don't know anyone in Charlotte, North Carolina. How about dropping a comment or an email so you can say Hi?


You're obviously not a casual surfer and now I am curious!

Ho hum

Yes, well. It's half past midnight and yup. I'm now officially 35.

And to be honest with you - apart from my wee holiday scheduled for next week - it's here with ZERO fanfare. Woopy diddly do. Just like every year, same as the next year. I seriously don't feel excited about it. Nothing's changed. I worked today. I work tomorrow. I have been calling myself 35 since Jan and .... uh.... happy birthday, me?

I think I get excited in the long run about becoming an older woman, but not about the individual years. Excited because I'm looking forward to sexier, more confident times. Don't they say that of all older women? ;)

Besides, I'm forever exhorting people to think young. As young as you think you are; as old as you feel you are! is my own personal motto and this birthday is but a number. And truthfully, sometimes I feel gleeful, joyous, sparkling; as curious as a 6 year old! Then there are the other days when I feel old, spent, cynical and generally crabby. Jesus, I could give a 60 year old lessons in grumpiness. So I guess it all works out in the end.


Ach, perhaps I'll have a big bash for 40. THAT is worth celebrating!!

Irony, it fills my life.

I can blog from home, but can't check my gmail.
I can acess gmail from work, but not blogger.


Dammit, what happened?

Facts that won't save my life #1,335,169.

There's been a caterpillar amongst Mom's potted plants.

We first discovered it about 4 days ago.... and now whenever I step outside for a smoke, I'll bend down and try and find the sucker. This ugly mofo has been crawling around the OTHER plants. Why, I have no idea. I mean, aren't they supposed to stay on the plant of their choice?

Shit, I need to track the fucker. I smoke outside. I'm not going to have this thing crawl up and wave a HI!! in my face as I do my smoke.

Not only that, stupid thing has been shitting in one spot. ONE SPOT. It's accumulated a pile of caterpillar turds and this is really beyond me. I once had the habit of buying flowers and putting them at my workstation. A couple of times, there were creepy crawlies hidden amongst the greens and previous experience has shown me caterpillars pretty much shit around their chosen greens, not pile'em up.... so how strange is that?

Here, see for yourself.

See that pile of rounded thingies in the middle? Same colour as the potted soil? Yup - caterpillar shit. I mean..... WTF? Speaking of which, I must be the luckiest person on the planet. I actually caught the thing in the act of taking a dump. Dubious honour indeed!

If you look closely, you'll see that each individual pellet is actually the same width as the 'pilla's body. If it were human by now, it would have exploded from its enormous turds. And grossed out as I am by the creepy crawlies, I wondered continuously how it did that.

Well, question solved. As I bent down to take a look today, I saw it spread it's last 2 legs and grow a small bulb of green liquid. Same green as the leaves it's munching on. And the tiny bead swelled and then rolled down. Mystery solved. It shits in liquid form. Which then hardens upon exposure to air. Or oxidizes. Or something....... into those solid pellets.

Well well well.... how about that? How many of you have seen a caterpillar take a shit? lol. Damn. Talk about perfect timing! Curious minds always want to know!


But it's sometimes a curse, you know what I'm saying?

OOOooo - a dress!

Last Sat I got talked into attending a company dinner.

That's right. Buzzing a'plenty by everyone else except me. Emails circulated with subject matter "SRC" were automatically deleted. People that started to ask me are you going?? were stopped at ar with a no I am not!

I simply wasn't intereted.

But came that Sat, there were plenty of tickets floating around. People's boyfriend/finacees/kids/parents/whatnot weren't able to make it at the last minute and a couple of colleagues talked to me about going. Talked to me for about 30 minutes, actually. :o

I gave in, cleared some accumulated time off, and went off to look for a costume. Uh huh. It was fancy dress. For that very night. But it was so fricking hot that day. Standing in front of my mirror nekked and putting on my make up but still sweating like a pig hot.

So I wore a dress instead. I think this was the second time I wore makeup this year. I clean up good, if I must say so myself. (ego alert! ego alert! lol).


Dress look familiar to you, Bernie? ;P

Why?

I met this guy on Lavalife.

I've just discovered that he's a private pilot and he's been hounded by gold-diggers before. Which got me to thinking... why are pilots paid so much? Is it because they're entrusted with the lives of those they carry on board? Is their training so strenous that the skills the achieve in the end are worth their weight in gold?

Granted, I am far from technical and can never tell.

But how about those in positions that care and supposedly nuture our young? Or protect us? Like teachers? And policemen? And firefighters? How do you weigh their sacrifice - and have no doubt, I belive it IS a sacrifice - against their monetary value? How do you weigh their gifts to their communities? How do you peg a VALUE to that sort of vocation?


Makes me think.

Anticipation

Well well well.
Looks like we have a full MBA gathering coming up on 14 July.

I don't talk about them much, they don't call me much, with the possible exception of Bernie. And it's OK. I tend to be quite the introvert and am happy to meet someone years later and pick up as if the intervening years never existed.

I have their numbers, I know where they live, they know how to get hold of me, they know where *I* live. We've been to each other's houses.... although... that one was years back. lol.

Basically, they're the closest friends I have had for the longest of times. We catch up possibly twice or thrice a year but that's ok. Everyone's got their own lives going now. And I am surprisingly happy with that. When you're 17, your interests tend to be pretty consolidated as a group. When you're 35, there are many many many differences.

But some things never change.

And for that, I am eternally thankful . The knowledge that should something truly traumatic happen, (and if I should tell them. lol.) these ladies are going to gather around and shoulder me up in my time of crisis.


I hope they know I will do the same for them. :)

Who's a predy boy, then?

GoP has a pretty hilarious clip of some TV guy doing his hair.

Wait.
Actually, It was only hilarious in the beginning. After the first minute, I got the feeling that I should plant a kick in his arse with my pointy heels on. All *I* can say is that I will NEVER go out with anyone that fussy. And I'm pretty fuss free! If I can't use it in the bathroom, I don't want to use it at all.

Gimme a real man anytime. Heh!

Rated

Swiped from Elisson!

Mingle² - What's your score?

I left a comment saying I must be doing something wrong. But then again, this was scored on :
- shit (8x)
- semen (6x)
- ass (3x)
- hell (2x)
- pain (1x)
But you should see HIS list. lol.


So perhaps I have further to go than I thought!

Oh damn...

Bernie's added my name to her birthday wishlist. :o

Now it means I have to work at it mentally... must keep thinking I am worthy of someone's attentions. Must think I am attractive. Must keep thinking I am, well, desirable. Me? Desirable? worthy of attention?

I have a wee problem thinking those thoughts.
*wry grin*
I've meandered through life focusing on what I want. Less stress, less health problems, and I've become more content with my own shit. But that's just it. It's me OWN stuff. As a single. For the longest time I was content to grow old by myself too.


Perhaps I should make the effort?

I wonder.....

.... if you're about to fart, and there is no one around, would you reach behind and gently lift one butt cheek (or perhaps both) apart so you'd get a smooth, unhindered fart? Would this be considered a weird habit?

Just.... wondering out loud, sort of thing....

Yay! Holiday!

I'm taking the week off in July.
I am determined to have some slack time in my birthday month.

Actually, it is vastly different different from Bernie, who actually is celebrating her entire month with a wish list. I would never have even thought about it! Actually, I never even THINK about my bday until, oh, the night before. We're not very far apart (me, July 2; her, July 15) but in some ways, we're so so so different. *chuckles* But I digress....

We'll be heading off to the beach again. Nearer, and cheaper (because I am forever broke. lol) but yay! A holiday! Sun! Sea! Surf! Sand! Suntan lotion! haha! And Sandflies! And it's a steal! (Another S! The joys of alliteration!! And exclamation marks!!!) 4 days, 3 nights in comfy, homey surroundings with full room, board and the bus up? S$372. Yup. That's cheap. Leaves me with a little pocket money to perhaps take an excursion or two. Maybe :)

We're off to the Sea Gypsy Village Resort & Dive Base from 9 - 12 July and I am really really really looking forward to the break. Work's been exhausting and it seems like every day now, I walk in to work, and somone somewhere will comment wah, you look so tied! Yes. well, FUCK YEAH! I am!



Sibu, here I come! Can't wait!

Oh noes! Oh noes!

Past time I did my blog round.... and I came across this gem from Grouchy Old Cripple. You HAVE GOT TO SEE this video he posted. Bloody hilarious!

Nekked!

No... not really.

Did you think I would REALLY post nekked pics of myself?
Har. Har.
Yes.
Nice one.
Never gonna happen.

But this is the closest I will post for Og.


I actually like this picture..... a little cheeky, a little sexy, but a whole load of fun. That's me, to those that can get past the prickles....


Ask and thou shalt receivest! ;)

Where's the quality, dude?

The food at the Changi Village Hotel has taken a turn for the worse.

Trust me on this one. Bernie and I were there this evening, on an impromtu dinner. We were NOT impressed. Desserts were way below par, with only about 2 sweet thingies that were acceptable. The rest were.... you know, hotels aren't supposed to serve cardboard?

I actually shelled out for the full dinner buffet. Been wanting to try it for a while now, since their dinner menu revamp. And.... and.... suffice it to say I shall not be partaking any more.
*shakes head*
Dishes were very ordinary. Roast duck? Fried chicken? Curries? All extremely average. With the fried chicken being hard enough for me to dump my piece in it's entirety. The salads were nothing to shout about. And the BBQ? Chef, I think you forgot the seasongs completely!


Don't say you haven't been warned....

Uh oh, bad.... Uh oh, good!

.... I almost forgot my log in ID.
Gods above, I need to start blogging again!

But I really just wanted to say I woke up horny this morning. I take that as a bloody good sign. My body is stirring! I thought it was just.... y'know.... a vehicle for my consciousness. Not so, apparently.

I count that as an extremely good sign!

So..... hello? I think I should start looking around? It wouldn't go amiss for me to take a lover? I have been celibate for longer than I care to remember. And do any of you incorrigable people have men to introduce to me? Dear Mommy, for Christmas I want someone who's cleanshaven, top and bottom; with a little belly because I like that on my men; and someone with green eyes because that's a weakness of mine.


Now I just need to find a pic for Og. lol

Eh? I'm touched!

I stop blogging for a while and people are *still* checking in? That's crazy.

It's been a tiring, numb week.... work's been absolutely crap. People have been taking medical leave, urgent leave, or just plain not showing up. And they've not been penalised. We're not supposed to be late but I saw one staff who was late 7 times already. And it's only the 14th. :o

So who takes the slack? Yeah, uh huh, us who remain. The faithful who show up. I was so short on sleep that last Monday I took medical leave myself. Just to rest. And to prevent my headache from exploding into a full fledged migraine. Screw'em all. I am not going to suffer a migraine for other people's irresponsibility.

And for some reason, our work volume has been bad crazy. On the current manpower, including those who don't turn up, we're supposed to work on a department averange of about 2800 - 3200 calls per day. But we've been averaging 4000 - 4500. WITH the loss in manpower. We're seriously overstretched. *shakes head*

Perhaps it is a good thing I come home exhausted every day..... I don't know if it's a delayed reaction or what, but I am strangely numb. Floating. Mindless. Scattered. Incredibly apathetic. For the last 3 years I have been working with a particular goal in mind. Now that I am not going to the US, now that I am single, I find it strange to pick up the pieces.

Do I date again? Am I ready to date again in the first place? SHOULD I date? If I date, will it be unfair to the next person? And how about work? Should I stay on with this company, convert to perm staff? Should I try and recoup my corporate career? If I am going to remain single, I can throw myself full-force into a career again?

Only I know that will make me miserable once more.
*wry grin*
Work is a very poor substitution for loneliness. I had burnt out once and I don't want to burn out again. Too much trouble to recover! So back to square 1. Work a simple job and have loads of time to mope! haha!

So blogging has been light. I have been mindlessly earning L$ in SecondLife by "dancing". No, not stripping, as someone commented (You know who you are. lol). And playing Insaniquarium on Yahoo! at the same time. The mindlessness of the entire situation seems to suit me imminently.

Upside? I logged on to Statcounter after not caring for the longest time. And I find... people are still visiting? What are you guys looking for? lol. My posts have been woefully tedious and boring for the last 6 weeks or so! I would recommend you check out Bernie's blog for more uplifting material!


Go on, I'm not suitable public company right now. :o