Monthly Archives: February 2008

Auditor: Peak is … … (ピーク時は…)

Everyday is zangyou* day

No weekends

for oekaki.


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Visit to the Louvre Exhibition (紀伊国屋、ありがとう~!)

 Guess what I’ve brought back home this Saturday~

louvre photos-ani

For more photos, click here to view the slideshow →    Louvre Exhibition photos

Finally, I got to see some magnificent Greek sculptures from the Louvre without flying to Paris. And for free too!!!

Kudos to my obssessive need to sniff out any membership perks and books at Kinokuniya’s website. It’s a wonderful Saturday morning when I didn’t have to go to work because the seniors wanted to do it on Sunday (I wish they’re Christians.Damnit.). I had only one plan. That plan is to go for Body Balance class to get my spine realigned and my mood lifted and thereafter a little shopping at Kinokuniya, like always. I went to my laptop to plan my Kinokuniya shopping and I was pleasantly surprised to find that Kinokuniya members are given complimentary tickets to see the Louvre exhibition at the newly refurbished National Museum. So off I went, back to my alma mater, the city campus of my SMUgger life right after a rejuvenating session at Planet Fitness.

For starters, the museum looks fabulous with glass windows, clean open space and mechanical swinging chandeliers that remind me of those deadly swing axes which a computer game character has to scurry through. Down the basement I went and passing through the gantry, I entered the ancient world of the Greeks. 

It’s amazing how the Greek artisans in that time could sculpt so much detail on their marble masterpieces. The lifesize Lion looks so real, with muscles rippling and it’s mouth open, waiting to get a bite out of a hapless museum visitor. The marble deities and men are meticulously carved, in perfect physical proportions and delicately curved. How well these master sculptors could deceive the eyes! The soft silk that wraps the voluptuous body of Aphrodite is carved out of hard marble. The delicate white folds drape naturally around her sensuous hips, that one forgets it is made of stone.

Yowzah! And I got to see beautiful bodies of men with their awesome muscle structure in languid standing poses. Not sure about the female statues though because the anatomy resembles more like that of a man on estrogen pills. Artisans back then like to use boys as models (for moral reasons? But then again, the Greeks invented homosexuality). All they have to do is to add 2 fleshy mounds to the chest and 2 fleshy pads to the hips. Voila, a sculpture of woman.

What made this visit even better was a play on ‘Agamemnon’ from The Oresteia trilogy by some NAFA theater students. They performed right inside the exhibition space and frankly, I’ve never seen drama this close. It’s a tragedy written by Aeschylus of Athens and tells of war, betrayal, murder, matricide and the nature of justice. In my opinion, the dramas by the Greeks should be classified as R18 with all its sex and violence.

Well, it’s a fulfilling and enjoyable day. I’ve snapped 250MB worth of photos with my handphone. I would like to go to the museum again to chill out. Oh gods, hear my prayer~

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This is the peak. The goddamn peak.

I’ve been slogging in office since last Saturday, everyday, from morning 8.30am till 11pm.

My job is to crouch over heaps of paper with pencil in hand and my poor ‘MONO’ eraser (which has disintegrated into a sorry piece of grey and powdery matter) by my side, peering at the tiny laptop screen and putting numbers on paper. Ooh~ how satisfying.

The dull throbbing in the head, puffy eyes and stiff shoulders are the fruits of my labour. Plus a generous helping of fatigue, testy bowels and aggravated amnesia to boot.

I have no idea how the sempais could survive coming to work before us and leaving after us. It’s superhuman.

I dread getting promoted.

Miss 1wRong and I decided to make it through till the next year until we get ourselves promoted to the next level then we jump ship.

Before that, we must get out of this alive.

(this too will pass, this too will pass, this too will pass… …)


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Happy Chinese New Year.

It’s the year of the Rat.

I wish everyone joy and happiness, peace and prosperity, and a neverending supply of cheese.

…And yaoi.


(^w^) oo

It’s been ages since I’ve posted an entry. Well, it’s the peak after all with auditors and accountants throttling each other’s necks. (T_T) 死にたい。

Aah~the Chinese new year. The season of angpow hunting, marital status interrogations, bingeing and gambling. I went with my brother to Johor Bahru to visit my lovely cousins. My cousins and I snacked on crackers, cookies and jellies in our maternal granny’s place and as the weather is simmering hot, we fell asleep in the living room, our bodies strewn all over the place, fatigued from the heat and excessive snacking.

In the evening, we had a steamboat BBQ. The meats were swimming in boiling oil as the adults kept throwing in dollop after dollop of olive oil butter (which is hydrolysed ie: unsaturated fat). Ok, I won’t be surprised if we were diagnosed with arterial disease. We chowed on fat juicy prawns, succulent fish, juicy pig flesh and chewy clams. We ate and ate and flushed it all down with red wine. It’s pure gastronomical masochism. I was so full that I can’t breathe.

And so stupid to squeeze with 5 other people in the backseat of my cousin’s Toyota Vios. We went to my mother’s house to snack some more and to look at some photos of us when we were kids. …. I agree with my cousin that from the way we posed, the photos look more like a loli + shota extravaganza. Oh my god. Someone dig a deep hole for me to jump into. What the hell was I thinking back then?!

We’ve done the angpow collecting and bingeing. Now it’s time for the most important social activity of the day – gambling. 

As usual, we played ‘chor tai tee’, a Chinese form of bridge. And since we’re pretty money conscious individuals, we decided on punishment rather than reward. The loser will have to have his/her face clipped with clothes pins.

(Fuujoshi従姉妹 …無敵だ。 )

(Ying sama のお兄さん。私会社の先輩。先輩、苦しい?)


(Genie in a bottle)

(Nani kore…)

(Nani kore…)



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