Monthly Archives: September 2005


procrastination and temptation.

i realise i give in too easily to temptation. yesterday i told myself, im gonna head down to momo for a bit and go off at ten to home sweet home for some much deserved rest.

i had invites to a 987 event at momo so i invited some friends along...

i didnt realise where momo was... till i saw de venue. it was where sultan of swing used to stand! lol. kinda missed sos...

anyway de event was rather disappointing. queue for drinks were long thus making me feel rather lazy to get more drinks despite it being free flow and all.

managed to catch electrico and parking lot pimp. however, i guess de previous times when i caught them, they were much better? shrugs.

anyway, brought my friend cherie to meet some of the barflies. and when the dreaded words popped up 'wala?'.

i gave into temptation and gave in.

to cut a long story short. i came home 1 plus when i was intending to go home at 10ish.

and had to do some stuff....

slept at 5plus.



never procrastinate. when u leave things to the last minute, there is always a price to pay.

in which, for this example. its my 'beauty sleep'. feeling so 'seh' now...

alrighty. this weekend im gonna get some much deserved rest! shall refrain from using the computer till sunday!

must resist temptation!

my fave friday pick me up song! thanks for the lyrics kingmeng!

The Cure - Friday I'm In Love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday i'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate...

I don't care if Monday's black
Tuesday Wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's Friday I'm in love

Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday watch the walls instead
It's Friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown

And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite

It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff

It's Friday
I'm in love


i was lamenting to a bunch of girlfriends today my lack of a significant other. a bunch of us single girlfriends were lamenting on our lack of a significant other and someone to cuddle to and hug me us. 

thus the issue of me flirting and finding someone new came up.


everytime the issue of me being single comes up, everyone tells me to get a fling, to find a rebound or find a nice guy.

tmd. cannot remain single is it? lao niang i want the whole forest can?


anyway, enough of diverting.

basically, they gave me advice on how to flirt. and i made them so frustrated by making a mockery of the whole thing.



ladies and gentlemen, welcome to flirting 101.

instructor: firstly, you have to have to be thick-skinned.

nadnut: i got lotsa skin. *pulls excess skin from thighs, arms and tummy* enough or not?

instructor: not like that! *slaps head* i mean you have to daring, bold, courageous. we cant have you avoiding eyecontact with the flirtee (guy im flirting with) cant we? 

nadnut: hmmmm. so i gotta maintain eyecontact with the flirtee?

instructor: firstly there are different kinds of flirting. the play hard to get and the interested one. lets talk about the interested one. for this, you have to maintain eyecontact of course.

nadnut: like this? *STARES at instructor without blinking*

instructor: NO NO! not like that! you wanna seem interested not as if your hypnotised! 

nadnut: how about this? *gives besotted look*

instructor: NONONO! that will scare the guy off! look interested, glance at him once in a while but dont look obsessed. 


instructor: *clutches heart* well you dont want him to know that!

nadnut: oh. ok.

instructor: *takes a deep breath* oookay. remember to smile at the flirtee.

nadnut: like this? *bares teeth*

instructor: *starts pounding her chest* nono! you dont want him to think you want to devour him! 

nadnut: hmmmmm. oooookay! hows about this? *smiles like a manic. think joker*

instructor: ..... *faints* NO! smile a sweet smile. 

nadnut: *after much coaxing, managed to smile like a shunu*

instructor: alright. when the flirtee talks, listen to his voice and the way he talks. sometimes he'll sound disappointed or frustrated. keep this in mind, everyone wants to be heard. and its nice to have someone remember what you said. 

nadnut: huh? sorry i was daydreaming. i beg your pardon?

instructor: *looks at the exit door wistfully and repeats what she had just said* 

nadnut: ok.

instructor: now, perhaps when you talk, try to maintain body contact, perhaps, when you laugh, you can lightly brush pass his arms, shoulder. observe his reaction when you do so, does he shun away? does he welcome the contact or perhaps he didnt even realise it?

nadnut: hmmm. like this? *laughs like a hyeena and hits instructor's back while laughing*



TMD! kena kicked out of class.

perhaps thats why guys shun away from me. hmmmm..

oh well.

to hell with flirting. heh. *grins like the joker to all* 

phrase of the day: flirting is an art that is to be mastered and not taken lightly.

ps: added pics cause mr umb suggested so, if you had to puke after eating. please go scold umb instead. heh.


through the eyes of 'crystel'.

solitude and melancholic moments.

im actually an antisocial person sometimes. i prefer going back on my own or going out alone. a perfect example would be the shuttle bus service from near my place to and fro work.

going back home, i wont sit with my friends, ill sit alone. i would either take a quick shuteye or listen to my ipod and think. ponder over some issues, make some decisions and play a quick recap of the day. the frustrating thing is that i would have a story to write before i fall asleep and when i wake up, i cant remember what it is. grrr.

actually i prefer to take the mrt/bus alone. its weird to some perhaps but i dread small talk. sometimes all i wanna do is think.

i love the walk back home from my bus-stop. its a good ten minutes walk. i would take the longer route and take a slow stroll back home. sometimes i would stop for a while to play with the cats and admire mother nature. its funny that i never did that last time. perhaps i have become a more quiet person. i have toned down. i no longer find the need to fill my life full of activities or always have someone to yakkety yak to.

i now enjoy slow walks alone, reading a good book, people watching and writing. and of course listening to my ipod.

perhaps, the novelty has worn off.

i guess everything happens for a reason, for without that new chapter in life, i would probably still be living in a different kind of world. sometimes its good to be more realistic in life. cynical too. makes me wake up to the real world.

we were talking about emotional baggages in the bar today. i didnt dare to participate. why? who am i to say/advice anything when im still holding many baggages?

yet im glad i did. for without these, i wouldnt have grown emotionally. but yet, there are many things that i need to let go. for myself and for everyone's sake. i wanna be myself one day. where the persona on my blog and the person i show to everyone is one. one day this day will come where i would have vanquished all the demons in my closet.

everything changes. change is the only constant.

its amazing sometimes. i have so much thoughts in my head and yet i can only pen (or type =P) it down but i find it difficult to talk about it. lol.

how many of you guys can see the same person on my blog and in person? heh.

but then most of us are like that i guess. its much easier to type what you feel to a blog then explaining it to someone.

or perhaps i have become a hermit. heh.

how many of us are are actors? acting a different story everyday? sometimes when i meet someone really chirpy and happy, i would wonder if that person is just acting happy.

some of us are. outside we are all chirpy and all. but inside we're different. i once had a quarrel with a very very close friend of mine. he was pissed with me. for potraying a different image of whom i really am. for acting happy when im not. when i told him i was happy and asked him not to bother, he once said this to me 'do you want a real friend or a superficial one?'.

i guess pride got into the way, and i didnt want anyone to see who i really was and i told him i didnt want him to help me. we drifted apart. we still talk and stuff but the closeknit friendship is gone.

before anyone helps me, firstly i have to help myself. the biggest fear? that someone will see who i really am. for i feel vulnerable....


today the interns and i were talking about siblings. suddenly i really wished i had a sibling.

which was weird. for, i have never longed for one for the whole 21 years of my life (which seems longer sometimes.)

i was always content with my cats, with my mum, with my friends. i always had friends around me so i never felt lonely.

but from hearing about the way one interacts with their siblings, the rapport they have, i guess i wish for an older (and overprotective) brother. heh. it would be fun if i had a brother who would scold any date of mine with this scenario.

brother pulls date by the collar. (take note, ill prolly be in my room getting ready. heh.)

brother points a finger to date.

bro: listen young punk. i know what all young boys want. she may seem like fresh meat to you but she's MY KID SISTER. dont you dare touch a single hair on her. if anything happens to her, i promise you, when im done with you, you will never be able to walk again.

date will tremble in fear.


i'm a sadist!

my perfect first date scenario. heh.

oh well.

back to solitude. sometimes i wish i could disappear for a loooooooooooong while. wont inform anyone and not having to answer any calls/smses.

perhaps one day i shall. (do you realise i like to end some of my blog entries this way? without an ending?)

*note: this is a figment of the author's overactive imagination; for doesnt she spins a yarn over and over again? she spins it around your eyes so that you'll see whatever she wants you to see*